#benedict cumberbatch headcanon

[geeky-politics-46]

Headcannons for Doctor Strange and his crush having the "oops there's only one bed" thing happen (you did this to yourself with the last two posts :p)

I also have a request from @evelynrosestuff to make this one bed trope into a full story. So depending on how this little headcanon goes you may be getting a full story too.

It was supposed to be a solo vacation for you. 

Time away from work (or magic/or the Avengers).

A ginormous room with a great romantic view and a huge bed.

Sure you were by yourself but a little solo romance is a good thing.

So you were less than thrilled when a giant monster showed up in the hotel pool. 

It was the easiest for Stephen and Wong to take care of, with being able to portal and all. 

It didn't take much time or difficulty for them to take care of the monster and there was hardly any damage.

Wong was quick to head back to Kamar-Taj having been mid-lesson when said monster showed up. 

Stephen insisted on hanging around for a bit to make sure everyone and everything was under control.

Only there was one little problem when he went to portal back to the Sanctum. His sling ring was gone. 

So without a way to portal back, Wong not answering the phone, & Cloak refusing to fly him all the way back  he was left with no choice but to stay. 

You practically burst out laughing when the snotty receptionist told you the hotel was completely booked, because of course it was. 

After pouting and making him beg a little you finally caved and told Stephen He could stay with you. 

Sure you only had one bed, but it was big and you could always make Cloak lay between you.

Turns out when Cloak doesn't want to do something, it's more stubborn than Stephen. 

Cloak insisted on taking up residence on the couch in the living room area. The entire couch, & stealing the extra pillows for some reason. Basically the Cloak had a room to itself. 

It wasn't until Stephen went to take a shower that he realized he had nothing go sleep in except for the robes he was wearing. 

Luckily for him you may have "accidentally" stolen a pair of his sweatpants. So at least he didn't have to sleep naked. 

You were wearing a loose large neck night shirt. The fabric was incredibly soft but a little thin. It fell mid-thigh & didn't leave much to the imagination. It was also the comfiest thing you had ever worn so screw it.

You were already under the covers when Stephen came out of the bathroom. His hair wet and tousled, with soft waves forming. Some water droplets falling & rolling down his sculpted chest & abdomen. They medium blue sweatpants sitting low on his hips.

Oh fuck, there's the outline of his cock. Jesus, if he's that big soft he must be massive when he's hard.

Oh god now you were picturing Stephen's cock hard… and in your hand… or your mouth.

Has he always looked so yummy? You find yourself squeezing your thighs together under the blanket hoping he won't notice.

How is it just now that you realized how long it had been since you had sex with someone, other than yourself.

As Stephen pulled back his side of the covers you started flipping through TV channels trying to distract yourself from the hunky sorcerer crawling in bed with you.

The sound of the TV must have aggravated Cloak as he quickly flew over and shut the door separating the rooms. Leaving you and Stephen all alone.

After about the third time you circled back to the menu channel Stephen tool the remote away from you and turned the TV off before leaning directly over you to put the remote on your nightstand.

He stopped as his face was still leaning close to yours, smiling when he felt you hold your breath, "Why don't we just go to bed?" 

There had always been a little bit of a flirtation between the two of you, and at this moment the air was thick with tension as you laid there next to each other in the darkness.

Eventually you both managed to drift off to a decent sleep. 

You woke up feeling warm but were met with resistance when you went to throw the blanket back.

You quickly realized that the warmth was coming from the sorcerer cuddled up against your back with his arm wrapped around your middle. 

As you tried to wiggle loose your hips rocked back into his and you could help but gasp as you felt his cock hard against you. A groan pulled from his throat and he started to stir.

Stephen loosened his grip and let you wiggle away once he realized he was hard and you had definitely noticed. 

He sat up and leaned his head into his hands, wiping his hands over his face to wake himself up as well as mentally scold himself. He assumed he had completely screwed things up now. 

He was surprised when you didn't jump out of the bed and started yelling at him. Instead you just sat there next to him stating at your hands. Slightly ashamed at how turned on you were by the feeling of him hard and holding you.

You both started apologizing at the same time and generally becoming flustered dorks.

"I'm sorry" "Wait, why are you sorry?" "No, why are you sorry?"

Eventually you both started laughing, clearly realizing that you both may have feelings for each other.

You both slowly leaned in, you rested your hands on his shoulders and he rested his on your ribcage, eventually your lips met in a soft shy kiss. 

After pulling back for just a second you both kissed each other harder.

Eventually you are the one that throws him down on the bed and moves to straddle him. 

He laughs at how needy you seem to be for him. 

You tell him that he can consider this an apology for ruining your romantic vacation, especially if he can make you cum. 

He flips you onto your back as he pushes his sweatpants off. Never give this man a challenge if you don't mean it.

The two of you spend the whole night fooling around and having amazing sex, finally admitting your feelings for each other. 

After only an hour or two of actual sleep, Cloakie bursts in and wakes you up together having ordered you breakfast in bed (used the TV room service option).

When it flies in and places the tray on the bed between you it also drops Stephen's sling ring on the tray.

Suddenly you two realize you were both set up by a nosey cloak who is now circled behind you encasing you both in a tight hug.

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[curlyjohnlock]

Well, we already know that John had hallucinations of Mary after she died. He could see her and he even talked to her.

Now, I'm more than sure that the same thing happened after Sherlock's Fall.

Oh boy, I feel like this should've been the plot for S3 😭

You can read my latest fanfics here 🥂

[fanartka]

Imagine if they survive the battle with Thanos. Oh wait... isn't this actually canon?

[mr-britishgovernment]

In every damn universe

[a-freemaniac]

I never thought that a simple attempt to distract myself from my ever ruminating brain and panic attacks would bring me such joy and support coming from you.

Thank you for all your likes and reblogs and kind comments.

This is the beginning of my scrapbook.

It's my Headcanon from @madlori 's Performance in a leading role.

I always imagine pics of Martin and Benedict instead of scenes from the show.

Call it Johnlock AU or Freebatch.

For me it's an addition to my Sherlock world.

Thanks for all your support 🙏 ❤️🙏

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[cumbercookie]

*I pull you in by your shirt and hold your face gently* Sherlock Holmes is Asexual and Autistic. *I whisper. I walk away with a confident strut. I have a slight limp. For some reason I’m missing a shoe.*

[briefhandsstudenttoad]

Doctor Strange Headcanons:

Hellooo does anyone want headcanons for other characters? :)

Happy:

He has a tea addiction

He acts like he doesn't like them but he is invested with both Peters' music taste

He is Morgan Starks Godfather after saving Tony's life

He was secretly relieved that Wong was now sorcerer supreme after the blip even though he moaned non-stop about it

He also secretly loves all of the avengers, though he'd never admit it

He's secretly a triplet

He was a vegan growing up and he tries to stick at it (but he's rubbish at it)

He is an activist for feminism, lgbtq and climate change

He's also kissed some guys before now but he still prefers women

Secretly talks to the cloak and refers to it as 'Cloaky' but gets angry if anyone else treats it differently to a precious artefact.

Massive girl dad and even though he never planned on children, as he ages he always regrets not having a child - expecially a daughter

Rolls his eyes so much because he's a mixture of sassy teenage girl and flirty

Secretly adores when the avengers ask for medical help for stupid things like paper cuts

Terrified of spiders

Sad:

(Kind of canon) He's SO insecure about his hands

He can't write any more because of them or do...lots of things

Morgan jokes about him always wearing gloves like Elsa but he low-key relates to her

He still hasn't been in a car after the accident and he isn't planning too

He always thinks of donna

He was abused as a child by his dad

After their mum and sister died, Stephen and his brother were moved to an all boys orphanage

His brother looks exactly like him but he's evil and he didn't see him after he left the orphanage and he hopes he never does again

He also thinks that his dad is dead even though he doesn't know for sure

HUGE insomniac like this man doesn't realise he hasn't slept for days till he passes out in the library

Physically incapable of asking for help

Hates conflict between the avengers - reminds him of his abusive childhood

Explicit:

Hasn't had sex since the accident, 4 years ago

Can't hold himself up on top because of his shaky hands

But he used to be a top

He was also a huge playboy

Can no longer "help himself out" because his hands throw him off

So instead he gets quite sexually frustrated

Giver not receiver although it hasn't always been that way

Has absolutely read fanfiction of himself but only because he finds it funny

[ceruleanmindpalace]

So, Stephen came home to this...

Digital Art, inspired by the Tide spot.

Do not post my art on other sites/social media or use in any other way without my written permission.

[ironstrange1991]

Jealousy and Submission

+18 Smut (Rough sex)

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!StarkReader

Synopsis: Stephen's jealousy makes him refuse to talk to the reader for a whole week and she finally decides to put an end to their fight in the best way possible.

Word Count: 3,800k

Warnings: Toxic relationship, Jealousy, Submission, Sexual content including thigh riding, love bites, slapping, choking, male dominance, male masturbation, fingering, p in v, creampie.

A/N: Same pair from Don't Let Me Go and More Than Just a Song. Supreme Strange is really a troubled, very toxic lover. This one is very smutty, completely filth and rough. Hope you like it ;)

It was already 6pm and the movement inside the Baxter Institute was drastically reduced, the few people on your shift had already left, only a few people were still organizing everything for the people on the night shift who hadn't arrived yet.

You finally took off your lab coat and went to your office to get your things and on your way you passed Stephen's office, but he wasn't there. Of course he hasn't bothered to wait for you or even to say goodbye. He had acted like you didn't exist the whole week, worse than that he didn’t answer when you asked him something about work and you hated when he did that, you always argued with him saying he needed to have some sense to separate work from your personal live but he didn't really care what you said.

You sighed saying goodbye to the staff and taking the elevator.

Stephen was mad at you since the benefit ball the Institute held to raise funds for scientific research. During the party, one of the shareholders of Stark Industries, exactly from whom you expected the best donations, began to blatantly hit on you.

Nobody knew you and Stephen were a couple. Well, Reed and Sue knew and your father suspected something was going on, but mostly no one else could know. Nicholas Anderson wasn't necessarily an ugly man, but compared to Stephen he was so ridiculously unattractive and ordinary that you were surprised Stephen could get jealous, but there was no limit to Stephen's jealousy and it always got between you two, it always caused the biggest fights.

Of course you rejected Nick's advances, but you did it subtly, you didn't want to be rude, after all you knew the guy and you really expected a lot from him that night, but Stephen obviously understood that in another way, reaching the absurdity of dancing with a former co-worker from the time he worked as a neurosurgeon. You knew that extremely slow dance was meant to tease you and usually you didn't accept Stephen's teasing, but that night as he drove you home in total silence, jaw tight, clenched teeth, hands almost ripping the steering wheel off the car, you snapped.

Accusations were made on both sides and you insinuated that he slept with all the women at work, which was true when he worked at the hospital, but you knew very well that it didn't apply to who he was now and he replied that you should have slept with Nick to secure a bigger check.

The rest of the way was in grave silence and he left you inside the Stark Tower parking lot and left screeching.

That was on Sunday, it was already Friday and you couldn't take that situation anymore. You missed him and he missed you and it was all ridiculous, he was ridiculous, his jealousy bordered on obsession and you wanted him to apologize for what he said and you should apologize too, but that was the problem. Every time you fought out of jealousy or because Stephen thought you weren't giving him the attention he deserved, it was you who acted to make amends, you were the one who apologized first, it was you who took the blame that wasn't yours just because you couldn't stand being away from him anymore.

You knew it was wrong, that there was something toxic about that relationship, Sue always warned you about it, but you just couldn't help it, you loved him, and the very idea of ​​you being quarreled for one more day seemed absurd to you.

You sighed walking out of the elevator into the parking lot and taking your cell phone and car keys out of your purse. You got in the car waiting for your father to answer the phone.

"Hey baby, still at work?"

You smiled with the pet name, your father was always so affectionate with you.

"I just left, well I'm still in the parking lot. I'm just calling to let you know I might be home late so don't worry."

He sighed into the phone "Don't tell me you're going to the Sanctum."

You sunk in the car seat, your father wasn't exactly a fan of Stephen. Well, he admired Stephen like everyone else, but since he started to understand that there was something between the two of you he started to act different with Stephen, colder, more irritating, always teasing. Stephen ignored it because he didn't want to pick a fight with Tony Stark and besides he knew it would hurt you, but it didn't get any better since your father, like Sue, also started to notice Stephen's behavior with you. You guys worked together, there was no way he wouldn't notice you spent the entire week chasing Stephen and being ignored by him.

"I just want to work this out, talk to him. I know we'll get along as usual."

Your father didn't accept well your words "Baby, I raised you to be better than this. This guy is an asshole, he may be a genius, but that doesn't change the fact that he's a complete idiot. I can’t stand to see you go after him like this..."

You sighed, you've lost count of how many times you've heard that speech. Not just about Stephen, but everything else, and you knew exactly what he meant: You are the daughter of the great Tony Stark, submit to nothing and no one.

"Dad, I'm just going to talk. If he doesn't feel like talking I'll turn and walk away, I swear I won't submit this time."

Your father hummed satisfied with your firm answer. "Fine, good girl. Don't come back too late."

You threw your cell phone on the seat, sighing and banging your head on the steering wheel. You didn't believe a word you said. Of course you were going to submit, you always submitted to Stephen, you practically licked the floor he stepped on. It was embarrassing, but that man was like a god to you and as such you would go there and bow down to him and ask forgiveness for the crime you didn't commit to get him to talk to you again and if everything goes well much more than just to talk.

You started the car and drived around the parking lot taking the avenue driving fast.

God, you missed Stephen. Not just his company, but his touch, the way he made you melt into bed for him. It wasn't uncommon for you to cum more than three times in one night at his hands. Stephen was perfect at sex, it didn't take him long to figure out what you liked and how you liked it and he memorized your every reaction to his every touch and god he used that against you.

It wasn't just his cock that drove you crazy, but his tongue and fingers. Those fingers that would jerk you off and make you cum so fast to the point of being pathetic. It was even more pathetic if you stop to think that since you started having sex with Stephen you couldn't get yourself off anymore, well you could if you were really desperate, but it wasn't the same anymore. Before Stephen nothing was better than your own fingers on you. No one knew your pleasure points better than you, but now he knew, he was better than you at this and you needed him, you missed him and that stupid fight would end tonight.

You parked the car in front of the Sanctum and before you could slam the door it swung open revealing the beautiful and sophisticated interior. At that hour there should be no one but Stephen there. You texted him to let him know you were there, of course he saw the message and didn't respond forcing you to look for him in that huge house, but you knew there was only one place he could be on a Friday night alone at the Sanctum.

You walked slowly to the library thinking of every word you would say to him, but of course when you found him sitting at the table in his blue robes, his blue cloak floating obediently beside his chair, you forgot everything you meant to say.

The cloak flew to you the moment it became aware of your presence, circling your body and enveloping you in what you understood to be a hug. You saw Stephen, who had his face in one hand, look away from the book he was reading and look at you and Cloak with an irritated look. He always claimed that Cloak had an unusual attachment to you, at that moment he seemed to get annoyed with that.

You walked up to him, Cloak flying and standing next to him again.

“Stephen... can we talk?”

He did not answer. Cloak tapped his shoulder insistently pointing at you next.

You sighed. Of course he was going to make things difficult. When did Supreme Strange ever did anything to make your life easier?

"Stephen I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I know you're not like that anymore, you…don't sleep with women at work." You laugh nervously "Well, not everyone, just me."

Your smile crumbled when you realized it was no use. It wasn't what he was mad at you for, he wanted you to apologize for Nick, for something you didn't do.

You sighed "I should have dumped Nick sooner. I... let him keep flirting with me. I didn't mean to, but... I'm sorry."

Now he's looked at you at least. God, that man messed with you in unholy ways. Those deep blue eyes seemed to look into your soul and made your legs go soft, not to mention the mess between your legs. You barely realized how much you've missed him physically throughout the week, but there beside him, your body seemed to beg for attention.

He didn't answer you and you didn't know what else to say and maybe it would be better to listen to your father and turn your back and walk away, but how could you do that when you loved him so much? Besides, if you couldn't solve it that night, it was very likely that you wouldn't be able to do it anymore, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

You went for the last weapon you had. You forced your legs to walk to him, stopping just behind the chair. Cloak flew away giving the two of you privacy and you wrapped your arms around him, your lips placing a purposefully wet kiss on his neck.

"I miss you. Don't tell me you don't miss me too I know it's a lie."

He sighed, his first uncontrolled reaction to your attempt to make amends. You turned your head to whisper in the other ear "I know you're mad at me, but there are other interesting ways to punish me, Stephen."

He turned the page of the book continuing to read and you rolled your eyes. How melodramatic could he be? Did he expect you to actually get down on your knees and ask for forgiveness? You didn't doubt that he might actually want that.

You trailed your lips down his neck, your hands wandering down his chest.

"You're distracting me from my reading."

His voice made your knees tremble. He seemed to sing to you every time he spoke, that wonderful baritone voice sending electricity straight to your aching core.

You smiled contentedly and walk around him putting yourself between him and the desk. He looked at you annoyed.

You brought your hands to the hem of your skirt and lifted it enough so you could spread your legs and sit on one of his thighs. You smirked when he hissed feeling the warmth and wetness through the fabric of your panties and his pants. You were so desperate for him and his particularly muscular thigh fit you perfectly making you abandon any dignity and start moving your hips to get some friction.

He stared at you in disbelief as a moan escaped your lips. You put your hands on his shoulders, increasing the pace of your movements. Your thigh scraped against his bulge and he twitched, jaw tight, teeth clenched. He was hard, but he didn't want to give in. You did it again this time on purpose and he groaned annoyed realizing that this was a game he couldn't win.

You moaned louder now, your hands went down to his thigh and you increased your pace, riding his thigh in circular motions. You were so close now, all the tension in your body melting in the face of your pleasure, all your problems crumbling as that delicious shiver formed in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh my god...fuck."

You panted, surendering to your climax, your legs shaking convulsively, rubbing his shaft in the process. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on the crook of his neck allowing your breathing to slowly return to normal and smelled the masculine scent of sweat, perfume and cigarettes coming from him. "Stephen... I love you."

Now you had reached the new low. If that wasn't submitting, you didn't know what to call it.

He sighed and you smiled feeling his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you against his body. His head drooping to rest on yours. "I want everyone to know about us. Everyone. I'm tired of hiding our relationship and as long as we hide, things like that will keep happening, they will keep hitting on you and I swear to god next time I'm going to kill someone."

You raised your head looking at him in surprise. "Is that why you were angry? Because I asked you to keep it secret?"

He did not answer. He was still angry.

"Why? Why do we need to keep our relationship hidden? The people who matter know. Your father knows, he makes a point of reminding me of that every day."

You touched his face shaking your head "It's ok. I agree. We don't need to hide it anymore."

He sighed in relief "Fuck this, I need you."

He grabbed you by the waist getting up and turned you around bending you over the desk. He magic away his robes and lifted your skirt to your waist and lowered your panties to your knees. He forced your thighs further apart and ran his fingers through your slit, collecting the slick and running it over the tip of his cock. He rubbed the tip at your entrance and you gripped the edge of the table knowing full well what awaited you.

He entered you with a single thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs, the familiar pinch in your gut making you moan in pain and pleasure at the same time. He groaned loudly letting his cock inside you and waited for you to settle around him before starting to thrust, but when he started he was merciless.

You groaned loudly, clinging to the desk as if clinging to life itself, his thrusts punishing you with absurd harshness.

"You. are. mine." Each word separated by an even stronger, deeper thrust. You groaned in response.

"Say it. I need to hear you saying it."

You agreed, but the words seemed to slip out of your mind. The silence of the room was filled by the creaking of the desk, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your breaths and moans and grunts.

He brought one hand to your shoulder, the other holding tight to your waist, the weight of his body against yours, he pulled your shirt by the collar making the buttons fly all over the place and started to place open mouth kisses on your skin, He bit your shoulder hard and soothed it with his tongue and moved to your neck kissing, biting, licking, sucking.

He slapped your ass "Say you are mine."

You moaned feeling another orgasm building inside you "I'm yours Stephen, I'm yours and no one else's."

He took the hand that was firm on your shoulder to your neck, choking you softly but enough to make you lose yourself in your high, murmuring sweet praises to him "I love you so much, Stephen, you make me feel so good, you fuck me so good..."

He pulled away turning you and placing you sitting on the desk, he pulled your panties off throwing them on the floor and stuck two fingers inside you "Look how wet you are after coming twice. I love it."

He ran the tip of his cock through your slit smearing it with your cum and jerked his cock a few times sticking two fingers back inside you. You loved seeing Stephen jerk off like that in front of you and he liked to be watched.

"Look how hard I am for you, honey. You like it, don't you? You like to see me stroking my cock. Do you think that's enough for me to get one more orgasm out of you?"

You nodded. You could feel that you still weren't sated, his teasing taking effect. Stephen knew how to push all your buttons. He took his fingers full of your slick from inside you and brushed it across your lips. "Open for me, I want you to taste yourself." You complied and he stuck his fingers in your mouth "Suck it. Suck it like you're sucking my cock."

You obeyed by slipping your tongue between his fingers and then sucking them by moving your head up and down and making a popping noise as you took them out of your mouth. He hissed and brought his fingers up to your clit and began rubbing in circular motions as he continued stroking his cock.

"Stephen...put it back inside me. Fuck me."

He smiled satisfied.

"Spread your legs for me. More. Just like that" He spat on his cock and gave a few more jerks and put it back inside you in one go.

You clung to his neck lifting your legs as high as you could, wrapping them around his waist to get him to penetrate you as deep as possible, his balls slamming against your ass, the sound of skin on skin mingling with the wet noises of his cock coming in and out of your cunt. Sex with Stephen was always so obscene and so delicious.

You moaned loudly as his lips searched for yours, he kissed you with such desperation moving his lips down your chin, licking your skin all the way to your neck sucking until he left purple marks, biting down hard making you wince in pain and yet wish he would keep doing it. "Stephen... you are such a good lover, I never had anyone like you before and I don’t want to, there is only you for me."

He groaned at your words, his lips returning to meet yours, his tongue penetrating your mouth with the same lust as his cock fucked you. You were on the verge of another orgasm and this time you needed him to cum with you. You put both hands on his chest pushing him and he pulled away enough for you to get off the desk and turn your back to him.

He pulled you against his body and entered you hard again, one hand gripping your waist so tightly you were sure it would leave marks, the other firm on your throat, tilting your head to the side to make room for him. He bit your neck again, sucking on that delicate area just below your ear, making you shiver.

"You make me want to fucking destroy you." He said between his groans.

He increased the pace of his thrusts even more, your bodies collided with overwhelming violence and you loved it. You could lie all you wanted to yourself, but Stephen's possessiveness over you was exactly what drew you to him. You loved the feeling of belonging to him, of submitting to him and letting him do with you as he pleased. Stephen wasn't like other men, he was better, he was superior, only he could make you cum multiple times like that.

You could feel his cock throbbing, his breath heavy in your ear, the thrusts getting more ragged. He was close and so were you.

"What would your father say if he could see you now?" He breathed into your ear teasing "Daddy's little prodigy girl submitting to me like that?" He bit your shoulder "Do you think he would approve? Would he be proud?"

You shook your head no moaning. You were so close. “Stephen please… I need to cum.”

He hummed "Me too honey, I'm gonna fill you up. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Stephen please."

"So say it one more time, I want to hear it."

"I'm yours Stephen, only yours."

He moaned loudly, spilling into you, thrusting his cum deep inside you with such violence that made your legs weak as you surrendered to your third orgasm moaning his name and creaming his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute, he cupped your chin and turned your face to him kissing  you, his tongue forcing your lips to part, dominating you, he always dominated you and you loved it.

He broke the kiss "You better remember that from now on because I cherish what's mine and I'm very, very jealous." He whispered menacingly in your ear.

He pulled away from you, you felt his cum running down your legs, your body aching everywhere he squeezed and bit and yet you never felt more satisfied. He turned you to face him and kissed you, now softly, just a touch of lips. He conjured up a damp towel and cleaned himself up, then pulled on his blue robes again with just a flick of his fingers.

He used the towel to wipe his cum off your legs, up to between your thighs, his eyes on you. God, he even made that sexy.

He disappeared with the towel and picked your panties off the floor and helped you into them and lowered your skirt, he straightened your shirt in place, using magic to repair the ripped buttons. He fixed your shirt collar and smirked

 "I'm sure your father will approve those"

You sighed running your hands through your hair, a few strands falling loose from the perfect bun. "Your fixation on my father is getting pathetic." You said releasing your hair at once and throwing it over your shoulders, now totally hiding the marks he left on you.

He widened his smile "It's a power game."

You rolled your eyes running your hand through his hair which was now also disheveled, some strands falling across his forehead. You brought your hand down caressing his face and pulled him to your lips kissing him passionately.

"You need to shave." You complained on his lips.

He nodded "I will."

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[medhes]

Sherlock bursting into 221B, shoving John’s chair back into its originally spot, slamming a bottle of Claire de la lune he grabbed at the local shop onto the side table, rummaging around his room for the projector, jogging down the stairs, turning and jogging back up the stairs, grabbing a wedding photo of Mary from the album, darting back down the stairs, and slamming the door behind him.

[geeky-politics-46]

The Date

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Headcanon follow up to this headcanon about accidentally sending naughty pics to your crush, Doctor Stephen Strange. 

Warnings: smut - 18+ only please - lots of flirting, a touch of exhibitionism

You should have known you weren't even gonna make it through dinner before one of you jumped the other.

It started the minute he opened the portal to pick you up for your date.

Grabbing your hand and pulling you to him before placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist and asking with a smile "so when do I get my surprise?"

Of course after your little naughty photo exchange and the subsequent flirting like horny teenagers it shouldn't have been a shock how forward he was.

You let him wrap his arms around your waist before responding with a sultry smirk "I do believe I posited getting a surprise on you being good. So, are you gonna be good?"

Before he could make a comeback the mood was broken by Tony fake gagging in the other room and Peter yelling "Oh my God gross!"

Now you weren't even halfway through dinner and there had been plenty of innuendo and several tongue kisses that probably shouldn't have been in public. 

He still hadn't let up teasing you about getting his surprise. Knowing full well the surprise was you.

When he asked for a hint you got an idea.

He was expecting you to give him a color, maybe a fabric type, so he was a little confused when you excused yourself to the bathroom.

He knew he was in trouble when you walked back with the most wicked smile on your face and an extra swing in your step. 

Once you were sitting down again you leaned in to whisper in his ear "is this a good enough hint Stephen?" and as you started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck you slipped something into his hands. 

Looking down he quickly realized it was your panties. Or a near non-existent scrap of fabric that you had been wearing as panties. 

He had already decided dinner was over when he felt the wet spot on them and couldn't help the moan that slipped passed his lips. 

You had to squeeze your legs together at the sound he made and you swore you could see his pants immediately get tighter. 

He shoved the panties into his pocket and practically dragged you through the portal to his bedroom.

Your back hit the wall with a loud thud and he had instantly hiked one of your legs up to wrap around his hip pressing his pelvis against yours. 

You thought your lips might actually bruise with how hard he kissed you. 

It was when you felt his cock hard against the inside of your thigh that you moaned against his mouth.

He pinned your hands over your head with one hand and let his other slide up your leg and under your skirt to grab a hold of your bare ass.

Panting as his said "Do you know that I have not been able to think about anything but fucking you since I saw those pictures you sent?" His voice now gravely and his blue eyes clouded with lust.

You rolled your hips against his before leaning forward just enough to lick at his lower lip before authoritatively saying "then fuck me Doctor." 

You suddenly found yourself completely lifted off the ground with your dress effectively shoved up around your waist. 

His other hand had quickly moved to undo his pants and shove them down. He may have used magic to help. 

Both of you watched as he started to slide his long thick hard cock between your pussy lips. The sight of your arousal drenching him making you even wetter. 

He let the head of his cock rub against your clit a little extra. Even slapping at it a little making you whimper. You were ready to beg for him.

Finally he positioned himself at your entrance. Looking up at you and kissing you as he thrust into you the first time. Swallowing up your moans as your cunt stretched to fit him. 

In between bites and kisses he kept his forehead pressed to yours, smiling at the mix of random sounds and filthy praises you drowned him in as he fucked you.

His favorites were "I wanted this, wanted you, for so long", "you fuck me so good", "so fucking big", & just hearing you chant his name over and over.

He finally let go of your arms to get a better hold on your hips so he could start to thrust into you harder and faster. Your hands immediately fell into his soft thick hair, scratching at his scalp as you felt yourself getting close to cumming. 

As if he could read your mind he started driving his cock into you as deep as he could, grinding his pelvis against yours to stimulate your clit. 

He started coaching you towards your orgasm, he knew he was right behind you. 

"That's it baby, can feel that perfect pussy squeezing me tight. Cum on my cock baby. Cream on my cock so I can fill you with mine. I know you want it."

His words made you whimper as you gripped the gray hair at his temples and you could feel your pussy starting to flutter around his cock uncontrollably.

As soon as he felt you cumming around him he started pounding into you. His face buried in your neck murmuring about how perfect you felt as his cock throbbed and he filled you to the brim with his load.

After both of you had finished, Stephen carried you over to his bed and magically removed the rest of your clothes before sliding both of you under the covers, arranging you in his arms.

You broke the silence first, "that was definitely the best blind date I've ever had." Stephen emphatically shook his head in agreement.

He grabbed his jacket off the floor and pulled your panties from the inner breast pocket, it was the sheer dark blue ones.

He held them up and looked at you with a smirk, "by the way I'm keeping these, and next time I think you should wear the red. Maybe you can try the Cloak on with that set, since they match of course."

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[sejanusbaby]

white boys of the month 😋

[fanartka]

Not on my watch!

Imagine that Tony tried to sacrifice himself in the battle with Thanos and almost died, but one Doctor-Neurosurgeon-Sorcerer saves him

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Hey, I know you have finals right now (wishing you the best on those, I know you’ve got this!!) but I just thought I would make a request before I forgot about it lol. Obviously, it’s a Stephen Strange x female reader fic because I love him <3 Maybe one where it’s almost Christmas time but that’s not necessarily important I just love the winter lol. But the main part of the story is that they are playing Mario Kart extremely early in the morning (aka they still have their pajamas on, which is the best way to play Mario Kart) and both of them are competitive but in a friendly and loving way?? And some super cute and fluffy ending that I’ll let you decide because I can’t think of one and I trust you entirely :) anyways, hope all is well and that you do well on your exams!!!

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Stephen and Y/N keeping up with Christmas traditions (basically what it says in the request :) )

Warnings: None, just fluff :))))))

A/N: Hope you guys like it !! I'm sorry I've basically been MIA also though, but I'm trying to write more now :')))) Also if you have any ideas or think I could improve my writing in anyway do let me know :)

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(Y/N) groaned as the sunshine streamed through the windows, caressing her face, willing her to wake up, as she tried to fight it, stuffing her face into the fluffy pillows, but eventually failing and flipping over, granted there was not much effort to it. Blinking her eyes, she rubbed slightly with the base of her palm, trying to get rid of the sleep that had formed as they focused on the room that surrounded her, the blurred edges becoming sharper and more visible. She yawned deeply, stretching her arms out a little, before leaning back into the mattress, soft and springy, sinking into the warm embrace of the man that held her comfortably, somehow still in deep sleep, inhaling the familiar scent of pine wood and spice that always stuck to him. Feeling him stir a little at her movements, she was quick to lace her fingers in his dark locks, gently brushing through any tangles, slowly lulling back to sleep. Turning her body to face his she couldn't help but admire him, so at peace when he slept, the lines along his face relaxed and almost non-existent, lips parted ever so slightly, as his chest rose up and down calmly. She found herself smiling affectionately at the sight of him, knowing that it had always been hard for the man to relax, first neurosurgery then the mystic arts and now a protector of the multiverse, he never seemed to be able to give himself a break, at least until her was asleep, it was like seeing an entirely new side of Stephen so relaxed and nonchalant. She wished that he would give himself that more often, for his own sake, but he never listened, always putting the world before himself, honourable but relatively self-destructive, so she figured the least she could do was let him sleep in for another hour or so, and it wasn't like they had any pressing matters to attend to.

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"Honey, hurry up already or I'm going to start it without you", she called tauntingly, waving the multi-coloured controllers in the air, not needing to turn around to imagine the exasperated look on his face.

"Oh my- Would you stop I am getting food for you and me", he frowned, tapping his foot impatiently, almost spilling the milk over the edge of the bowl. He was usually against cereal, claiming that it's not a food for an adult, but there were exceptions. Capping the carton swiftly, he balanced the two matching bowls and mugs unsystematically in his arms, nearly letting everything fall over in his hurry to reach her.

She could only grin in delight as she started counting backwards, "Three, two-", knowing how much it annoyed him, which was only confirmed by groan as he got closer to her spot on the couch.

"Okay, stop", he huffed out, freeing his arms as he placed the food on the coffee table, plopping down and grabbing his controller out of her hold, "I'm here".

"Just in time", she teased, waggling her finger at him in a disappointed manner, before shovelling a spoon-full of the probably unhealthy sugary cereal into her mouth, savouring the tooth-rotting taste and adjusting her grip around the controller.

He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dark locks as he leaned back onto the plush velvet pillows that were splayed along the seat, "Yeah, yeah, just start the game and then we'll see who's talking".

"If you say so ?", she sang out, confidently hitting start, unable to help the way her smile grew wider as the familiar music rang out, almost bursting in excitement.

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He bit his lip hard, unable to feel it as his heart raced with adrenaline, whispering under his breath, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon", his fingers flying along the controls, gaze fixated on the bright colours on the screen, before it all went blank and revealed the scoreboard. He fell face-flat onto the fluffy pillow, partly hoping to suffocate himself so he wouldn't be able to feel the embarrassment that he did now. How was it that he Stephen Strange, neurosurgeon and master of the mystic arts, was unable to ever beat his fiancé at Mario Cart.

"Ahahahaha, YES", jumping up and down on the couch cushions, she caused him to shake around with her, as she waved her arms in air, performing a terrible victory dance, exclaiming, "I am triumphant once again". On another day, he probably would've made fun of her for it but at the time he was wallowing in too much self pity for that.

He sat up, swiping a palm across his face contorted in confusion, "I never understand, you always win at the last second".

"It's called being the queen of Mario Cart", she smirked, giving him an affectionate poke on the arm, to which she got no response but a pout from the sorcerer, which was pretty uncharacteristic from the man who always needed the last word.

She shook her head, chuckling as she moved closer to him bumping her shoulder against his and letting her head drop onto his shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, "Awwwww, are you upset". She placed a soft kiss on his skin, the heat radiating off him warming up her lips, hoping to get an answer, and yet he still kept to his pact of silence.

"You are such a big baby", she huffed crossing her arms, slinking down onto the side of the armrest, glaring at him.

A sudden thought came to her mind and she grinned maliciously at him, which he took no notice of, "If you won't talk to me I guess I just have to use extreme measures", before raising her fingers to his sides, tickling aggressively, breaking his stoic manner as he burst into laughter. She moved closer to him, to get a better angle at tickling, causing tears to brim at his eyes and her to giggle along with him.

"Okay, fine you win, just stop", he managed to admit defeatedly even with his hard laughter, raising his arms in the air, like waving a white flag at her, pulling her into his lap, still smiling, "I love you". He rested his hands gently on her waist, fiddling with the hem of her sweater, humming softly as her fingers twirled around the strands of hair on the back of his neck, watching her lovingly , before pressing her closer to him, joining their lips for a sweet kiss.

Pulling away, she nestled herself comfortably in his hold, enjoying his warmth, whispering "I love you too", as she pecked his cheek affectionately.

[strangelockd]

Baking Cookies With The Variants

A little idea I came up with while prepping for my holiday baking. I hope you enjoy it.

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Doctor Stephen Strange

• Do to his upbringing and reputation he was the most hesitant of the variants to even attempt any baking of any fashion until you moved into the Sanctum • He finds you even cuter when he comes home from a mission to find you covered in flour and sugar. Seeing you do anything domestic always leaves him pining for you • He tries to follow the recipe perfectly after reading it only once but usually ends up asking you for guidance • His favorite cookies are chocolate chip especially if you made them with extra chocolate • When your not looking he will attempt to throw in extra chocolate chips in the mix • One of his favorite parts is fucking you on the kitchen counter while the cookies bake in an attempt to beat the timer

Defender Strange

• Defender loves to bake, prior to finding you he used to bake a lot with his younger sister Donna but with his busy schedule with balancing the universe he hardly ever has the time • His favorite cookie is snickerdoodle’s especially with extra brown sugar • He’s not one to ever skip on the details of a recipe, so to make sure it comes out right he will keep the cookbook floating close by • His favorite memory of baking was the time your kisses got to heated and he grabbed your ass leaving flour handprints on your but and breasts. • The best part of baking with you is the opportunities for him to hold you from behind as your hands work together to create things • He will sneak kisses in between switching of baking sheets or any chance he can get while giving sweet praises

Sinister Strange

• He hasn’t baked once since the incursion until you fell into his world so he’s definitely rusty • At first he was very hesitant to even show you his kitchen, you just happened to stumble upon it one day and started making treats for each other. He found out that his favorite cookie you made together were thumb print cookies • When he caught a sneak peak of you fumbling around for ingredients he would manifest for you what you needed without asking • He adores watching you bake, when your not looking he will watch in amazement as you graciously dance across the kitchen putting the ingredients together • He’s a huge sucker for holding you from behind while baking. Mostly bc he is so touch starved, he just loves being around doing anything with you • You had your suspicions about him loving your cooking until he dropped hints about his favorite cookies confirming this thought • His favorite memory of baking with you is the time you showed him how to make icing, he ended up making a mess and you licked it off his fingers slowly. Thus leading to the both of you fucking on the kitchen floor almost forgetting about the cookies baking.

Doctor Strange Supreme

Out of all the variants he had never baked not once. When you found out about this you were shocked and wasted no time showing him how it’s done

He’s the only variant that can memorize a recipe by reading it once. He’s had hundreds of years to study and meditate so remembering how to make cookies was pretty straightforward

His favorite part of baking is the decorating. He loves putting all the details together and taking his time.

His favorite cookie is double chocolate brownie hands down.

He still uses magic to calm the tremors in his hands to decorate, as much as he hates to admit it.

His favorite past time with baking was when he pulled you onto his lap enjoying your kisses that taste like cookies. Which always usually leads to sexy time after

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[a-freemaniac]

For @totallysilvergirl

My way to thank her for her kindness and support.

These two pages are done to honour the author, Sherlock, John and Roberto.

And one of the best novel like fanfiction ever.

Read here:

Thank you @totallysilvergirl and I truly hope you will like my way to see the Baker Street boys and their handsome intruder.

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