A Hard Lesson (Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch x OC)

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Summary: mean history professor, horny student that wants to please him at all costs.

Tags: Smut, 18+, MINORS DNI, praise, authority, degradation kink, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering, voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome, Professor!Tom Hiddleston x OC

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You entered the shower, letting the steaming water cleanse your skin from the sins that had just been committed in the other room. Everything burnt; the water, your skin, and your brain was on fire, too, as the hangover had started to settle in. You instinctively shifted the shower handle, shocking yourself with the cold water. “Fuck,” you cursed, but you knew it was for the best. It would help tune down the fire inside of you. 

You washed your body, tracing your fingers over the spots the two men had touched, reminiscing the pleasure they had provided you with. They felt so far away, a door away, yet it felt like hours ago since you had left the room. Your brain felt foggy, and your legs had that soft twitch one too many orgasms will give you. You were exhausted and ready to sleep off the hang-over. 

Your shower came to an end quicker than expected as the cold water was freezing even your thoughts. You dried your body with a big towel. It may have been the softest towel you had ever used. You could have stayed wrapped in it all night or morning, whatever time it was. The bathroom door finally opened as you exited the room, finding Benedict standing in his boxers, changing the sheet of the duvet. 

He turned to you, and you gave him a shy smile, “I thought I would change the sheets before we sleep.” He looked away, finishing his task, and you reached for his pyjama shirt putting it back on. 

“Did Tom go to sleep?” You asked out of curiosity, wondering if he needed any help cleaning up the house after the party. 

“I believe so; need anything?” He asked politely; however, there was a certain uncertainty in his tone. He could not help but wonder if this had been a mistake, sharing you like that. It had been fun, but he was not sure it had given you the correct message of how he felt about you. 

“No, I was just wondering if he needed help cleaning up downstairs.” You responded, walking towards him, feeling his sudden apprehension. You wrapped your arms around his torso and looked up, smiling at him. 

“Don’t worry about that. Somebody will come to clean tomorrow.” He replied, moving his hand to your cheek and caressing it. Your skin was so soft under his touch, he could touch it all day. He looked at you with so much endearment now that you could barely remember his initial cold disposition. “Let’s go to sleep, love.” 

You stepped away from him and walked to the other side of the bed as he laid down, opening his arm and inviting you to cuddle. You laid your head on his chest and mounted your leg on his, holding on tightly to his body with your arm wrapped around his torso. Benedict could not help but chuckle at the overly-affectionate act, “is this even comfortable for you?” He asked, making you look up. You felt your face burnt in embarrassment right away and tried to let go of him, but he held onto your arm and head, smiling. “I love it, but I am just not sure you are comfortable.” He clarified, shaking his head at your eagerness to move in fear of his disapproval.

“It is.” You smiled, pressing your cheek against his chest and smiling with your eyes closed. “I am not a big cuddler usually,” you let him know, which resulted in his laugh making his chest shake under your head. 

“I can see that,” he shook his head before lowering it to press a kiss on top of yours. “Now, sleep. You’ve had a long day.”

…

You woke up feeling Benedict’s arms move away from your body, instantly alarmed by the lack of contact. You groaned loudly, pulling onto his torso to avoid him from moving away. “I cannot feel my arm,” he spoke in an entertained tone. 

“I don’t care,” you responded with a smile stamped on your lips, moving closer to him again and pressing a kiss on his chest. 

“That is not very nice,” he spoke, pulling you entirely on top of him so his arm could finally be free again. You open your eyes as he manhandled you, putting up a fake shocked expression before laying back on his chest and closing your eyes again, smiling content. “Much better, right? All these pillows and you had to use my arm,” he chuckled slightly, caressing your hair. “I could get used to this.” He added, wrapping his arms around your body, smacking your ass playfully as your shirt had ridden up. 

“I could, too,” you confirmed his statement, pressing another kiss on his naked chest before looking up. 

“You will get me in so much trouble, Miss Angel. Now, I will help Tom make breakfast, and you sleep a little longer.” He let you know, causing you to groan as he politely moved you off him. 

“You can just stay here,” you bargained, unwilling to fully let go. 

“I promise you will get to wake up by my side on many more occasions.” He gave you a dashing smile before getting up, leaving you looking at him with a disappointed dramatic expression. Benedict put his button-up back on and his trousers and left to go downstairs. You decided you would comply with his orders; sure, he would want to have some time to talk with his friend alone. Your headache, thankfully, was only mild, mostly translated into a burning feeling in the pit of your stomach; food would hopefully help. 

…

Benedict’s POV 

I walked downstairs to find my friend by the coffee machine, characteristically Tom, to ditch the tea for some coffee after a night of heavy drinking. “Morning,” I spoke to him as we exchanged an amicable look. 

“How did you sleep?” Hiddleston asked, extending a cup of coffee that I gratefully took. “Is Sof already awake?”

“Good, she fell asleep on my arm and wouldn’t move away but good for the rest,” I responded, taking a sip out of my coffee and looking through the window. “She is somewhat awake, but I told her we would make breakfast.”

“She is truly a naughty little thing, isn’t she? I did not expect all of that from her yesterday. Now I get why you are so obsessed with her.” Tom added, testing the waters as I gave him a sceptical look. 

“You do know yesterday was a one-time thing, Hiddleston,” I clarified, hoping no misunderstanding would arise from yesterday’s fun. Tom looked at me with a cunning smile and hummed in agreement before turning his back towards the fridge. 

“Don’t we say that every time, Ben?” He added, causing me to tighten my jaw, wondering whether this had been a mistake. He turned to look at my reaction and chuckled slightly, “I am just bothering Benedict. I know what she means to you. Now help me cook.”

…

POV Sofia

You eventually got out of bed and put on your panties, walking downstairs with just Ben’s shirt. You had no reason to keep any decorum after both men had seen you naked. You arrived in the living room and heard them talking in the kitchen, quickly making your way there. The two men were busy chopping and cooking things as the smell of coffee and eggs filled the room. “Good morning,” you announced your arrival, bringing their eyes to you. Tom’s gaze moved away from your face quickly enough, checking out your outfit. 

“Good morning Sof. How did you sleep?” He asked, moving his eyes back to yours with a flirty smile on his lips. You could not forget how he had made your legs shake the night before, and seeing both of them working on making you breakfast made you feel some kind of way. 

“All good, thank you. The bed is super comfortable and my pillow even more,” you spoke, pointing at Benedict jokingly. 

“Breakfast is almost ready,” Tom commented politely, turning back around to attend to the eggs in the pan. 

“Can I set the table?” You asked, trying to help.

“Yes, please. Plates are up there,” Tom pointed at the top drawer and watched you walk to it. You stretched yourself fully to reach them, forcing your shirt to lift, showing just a bit of your ass. Both men stared down unashamed, making your face burn in embarrassment. 

You finally managed to grab the glasses and set the table as they finished up cooking. The three of you had breakfast, speaking of anything but what had happened the night before. It seemed better that way for all parties involved. You finished eating and helped clean up the table, feeling slightly nervous about what would happen between the three of you now. 

Although Benedict had made a lot of lovely declarations of his affections yesterday and today, you could not help but wonder if he would not want to date you any longer now that he had shared you with his friend. You had tried your best to leave it clear through the whole act where your romantic interests lay, but maybe he had not gotten the message. Tom was hot and a great fuck, but your heart already belonged to the complicated professor, and yesterday had done nothing but clarified this to you.

You did not care how lustful other men made you. Your interest in Benedict had gone well beyond the sexual attraction by this point, and this scared you. What if he did not feel the same way? What if he was trying to highlight to you that he is just in this for the sex by letting you sleep with his best friend? You could not help but ask yourself these questions as you finished putting the last plate in the dishwasher. 

“Shall we get going? We have some book shopping to do,” Benedict spoke, bringing your attention back into the room. You turned around, smiling at his words as he remembered what you had told him. You nodded emphatically and then walked upstairs to get changed. 

…

“Thank you for the lovely party, Tom,” you thanked the host as you stood by the door, giving him a big smile. 

“Thank you for coming, Sofia,” he answered with a big, cheeky smile on his lips. The double meaning of the message reinforced by his expression. His eyes moved away from yours as Benedict joined the two of you after finding his keys and phone. 

“Shall we go?” Ben spoke, putting a hand on your waist. “Thank you for the lovely night, mate. I will see you at work. Outstanding party.” Ben let go of you for a second to give his friend a side hug before the two of you walked out and got in the uber. “So we go to your place so you can change, and then I take you book shopping?” 

“Are you sure it is a good idea? I would not want us to stress about people seeing us together.” You asked him, trying to make sure this was what he wanted. 

“There is no problem. It is a small bookshop in Mayfair, I don’t think we’ll run into anyone, and worst-case scenario, I am just helping you with post-graduation plans.” He responded, putting his arm around you. 

“What do you suggest I should do post-graduation, sir?” You teased him, giving him an innocent smile. 

Benedict moved close to your ear and whispered, “I suggest you start looking for a Mediterranean island you’d like us to visit and find the summer dresses you’d like me to fuck you in.” 

Liv’s Note

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A Hard Lesson (Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch x OC)

Chapter 23/? (Previous Chapter) (Chapter 1) (Chapter Masterlist)

Summary: mean history professor, horny student that wants to please him at all costs.

Tags: Smut, 18+, MINORS DNI, praise, authority, degradation kink, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering, voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome, Professor!Tom Hiddleston x OC

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“You will need to be more specific than that, love,” Tom spoke, giving you one of his naughtiest smiles. 

You spread your legs even further, tilting your head to the side and looking at Benedict, who immediately stepped in front of his friend, pedantically tapping him on his shoulder. “I am sure you won’t mind watching for a bit, Hiddleston. She was good enough not to come for you. I need to thank her for being so obedient.” His eyes did not leave your covered cunt for a second as he spoke, already savouring how your slick would taste on his lips. 

You smiled at the sound of his words as his friend stood there, slightly frustrated. Benedict moved between your legs, pushing them further apart and grabbing onto your panties, “lift your ass for me, darling.” You complied pathetically, eager to please him, to feel him, to have his friend watch as you came all over his face. 

“Good girl.” He praised you, removing your panties and shaking his head as soon as his eyes spotted your folds. “So fucking wet, my pretty little slut. Your cunt was made to be fucked. Maybe I should let Tom eat you out first. I wanna hear you beg for me to let you come.” You looked at him disappointed, searching his eyes, but he looked back at his friend, ignoring your presence, “all yours, Hiddleston.”

Tom walked towards the bed as Benedict moved away, sitting on the armchair by its side. Your eyes followed your professor until you felt the other man’s hands on your thighs. “Take off your clothes, love. I wanna see you all naked for me.” The intention in the last sentence was obvious. You couldn’t help but bite the inside of your lip and do as requested, sitting up and taking off the dress and your bra as both men observed you. 

An intentional deep inhale from the man in front of you let you know he enjoyed the view. You tilted your head again, giving him the look and causing him to immediately grab onto your hips and pull you to the edge of the bed. “I am gonna ruin you, princess.” He spoke as he knelt before you, letting his fingertips trace down your body from your waist to your hips, stopping there. His eyes moved away from you, towards your cunt, as he could not help but smile at the wet folds that eagerly awaited his lips. 

Tom’s hot breath on your folds was already sending waves of pleasure through your body as the prolonged denial was making you more and more impatient. You needed somebody to touch you. You did not care who. “Please,” you whispered, causing Tom to look up for a second and give you a cheeky smile before moving slowly down and stopping just above your clit. 

“Tell me what you w-” He whispered so close that you could almost feel his lips on your skin. 

“You, I want you to eat me out.” The response came before he could even finish his sentence, too much of a pathetic thing for the two men. He did not make you ask twice, letting his tongue lick upwards from your folds to your clit, forcing you to arch your back and close your eyes. “Fuck.” 

The pleasure was sudden, and you could not hold yourself back, biting down on your lip to silence some of your moans, hoping Benedict would not get angry. Tom looked up as he ate you out, watching you melt under his touch and glanced quickly at his friend, whose eyes were stuck on your face. Tom kept his eyes on his friend and sucked on your clit, making a string of soft moans and whimpers leave your mouth as your hips raised slightly. Benedict’s jaw tightened as his hold onto the arms of the chair did too. 

In response, Tom tensed his hold on your hips, stopping you from pathetically trying to grind against his face in desperation. Your cheeks burned in shame as you could feel Benedict’s eyes on you even with your eyes closed. You wondered if he enjoyed seeing you like this or wished it was him between your legs. An impulsive reflex took over your body as your right hand looked for Tom’s hair pulling it softly. 

Benedict’s voice broke your euphoric state as you were on the verge of coming, “Remember the rules, Sofia.” In response to his friend’s words, Tom moved his right hand away from your hip, pushing to digits inside you and curling them. You gasped for air, opening your eyes and looking for your professor. 

Was it worth it to defy him? Was it worth whatever would come next? It felt worth it, at least right now, as Tom moved relentless, causing your lower back and core to tense, ready to snap in pleasure. He had had the chance to eat you out but gave it away; you had a right to defy him. Your eyes met Benedict’s as he looked down at you, flexing his jaw. You did not even have the time to say something as the orgasm overwhelmed your senses, making your limbs slightly numb as waves of pleasure took over your core. Your hold on Tom’s hair grew tighter, keeping him exactly where he needed to be.  

Tom felt your cunt clenching around his fingers and sucked on your clit, hoping to prolong the pleasure. The overstimulation forced you to cry out as you had yet to look away from Benedict, defiant of his orders. You enjoyed having him watch you, jealous that somebody else was making his girl come. As you came down your high, you gave him one final smile before breaking the eye contact, looking at Tom, who stood back up. “Thank you,” you whispered, unsure of what to say.

He cleaned his face with his forearm and stepped away from you, walking towards Benedict, “all yours.” You suddenly felt so dirty, coming on the lips of a man you had never even kissed. It felt good. It felt like you were using them as much as they were using you. 

“Stand up,” Benedict ordered you, standing up from the chair himself. You slightly regretted your lust-filled semi-decision to come as Benedict looked at you with a dark expression. You did as requested, standing up and waiting for him to approach you. It felt significantly more vulnerable to stand naked like this than to lie like before, feeling both men’s eyes on you. They had utterly different expressions as Tom smirked slightly, happy to have pushed you over the edge, and Benedict looked down at you. “So you still know how to follow an order.” His words broke you out of your analysis of the situation, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“Yes, sir.” You nodded emphatically, hoping your submissive tone would melt away his jealousy. He closed the distance between your bodies, grabbing your face with his right hand slightly above your chin, squeezing it tightly and making you look up. 

“Then why is Hiddleston’s face full of your cum, Sofia. Can you not control yourself?” He spat the words, disgusted by your behaviour. He did not care as much as he showed, mostly trying to clarify that you needed to do exactly as told. He secretly enjoyed your brattiness, you hid it well most of the time, but the way you had looked at him as you came had made his dick impossibly hard. 

“Don’t be so harsh on her, Ben. I am sure nobody has ever eaten her out like that,” Tom spoke up, ironic, making Ben close his eyes and shake his head as a bitter laugh escaped his throat, letting go of your face. You thought this was the perfect moment to make your professor feel that all your attention was on him, show him how much you wanted him. 

You got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, holding onto the back of his neck with your left hand. Your lips moved towards his ear, whispering, “nobody eats me out like you do, daddy.” An honest, open smile appeared on his lips as your free hand tried to work on his shirt’s buttons while your lips moved down onto his neck. 

Your other hand came to help as your eagerness to fill him grew more urgent with every kiss you left on his body. His smell filling up your nose and forcing you to press your legs together. Once his shirt was fully opened, you ran your nails down his chest, looking up at his ecstatic expression and smiling. You came to a silent agreement as you knelt slowly, holding onto his hips for stability until you were facing his crotch.

Your hands moved to his belt and then to his trousers, pulling them down but keeping his boxers on. You kissed his lower stomach and his erection over his boxers, causing a groan to escape his lips. “I am not in the mood to be teased.” He clarified, and you looked up to him, rolling your eyes. 

“Boring,” you responded cheeky, pulling down his boxers and freeing his hard cock. Precum leaked from its head, showing how badly he wanted you. You licked it, savouring the taste of his desire before moving down to the base of the shaft and licking all the way to the head. “Just like that. Show me who this dick belongs to.” 

You started sucking his cock fully as his hand found your hair, guiding you to his desired pace. Tom had sat back down, enjoying the show as your left hand moved from Ben’s hip to in-between your legs to touch yourself as you pleasured him. “Such a horny thing. I just made her come and look at her, going for it again. You really cannot get enough. No wonder you need two men to keep you entertained.” The degradation made you just wetter as your core itched to be fucked. You needed a cock inside of you. You needed to feel them fill you up. 

“Hiddleston, come here, let her show you how good she can suck cock. You would think it’s her job,” Benedict spoke before groaning as you took his entire length into your mouth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. Tom stood up eagerly, joining his friend by his side, exchanging a look with him. “C’mon, princess, you wanted this. Now, take off Tom’s trousers.” 

You stopped sucking on Ben’s dick, looking up at them short-breathed. Was this a dream? Maybe, but you would enjoy it thoroughly. They looked so handsome standing above you as they watched you pathetically struggle to undo Tom’s belt. You managed to pull his cock out of his trousers, staring at it in awe as your right hand pumped Ben’s. “Time to put your multitasking skills to good use, Sof.” Tom joked as you took his cock between your lips, driving him to close his eyes. Your right hand continued to play with Ben’s shaft, hoping to satisfy both men.

You relentlessly moved from one to the other as they let you know how good you were doing. It felt almost impossible to keep up as both men grew more eager as they approached their climax. Your chest burnt as you barely had the time to breathe, but the praise pushed you to keep going, keen to show them you could please them both. 

“Just like that, Sof. I am so fucking close; I am gonna fill up your pretty mouth.” Tom spoke as you pushed him deep down your throat before leaving him and gasping for air. 

As you took a quick break breathing out, feeling your eyes burn with tears, Benedict spoke again, “Get on the bed, darling. I will give you just what you want.” He helped you stand up, exchanging a look with Tom. As the two men approached you, you sat on the bed, “Get on your four, love. Let’s see if you can make Tom come with your pretty little mouth as I fuck you. Is that okay?”

You nodded enthusiastically before speaking, “yes, sir.” You got into the desired position as Tom stood before you, pumping his erection. Benedict positioned himself behind you, staring in awe at your ass, before slapping it slightly and then grabbing his hard cock and running it down the swollen lips of your cunt. You jilted forward slightly, overwhelmed by the sensation, before moving back to your initial position. 

“Can I come in your mouth, Sof?” Tom asked, making you look up to him as Benedict breached you, forcing a moan to escape your lips. 

“Yes, please. Use my mouth however you’d like,” You responded as your professor started to thrust out of you. The emptiness felt sinful, almost as if he belonged in you, part of your being. Tom guided his cock to your lips, and you took it quickly, balancing yourself with one arm as you held onto his hip with the other. The feeling of fullness between the two dicks was driving you crazy. It was like nothing you had felt before; to have two men worship and use your body this way felt more fulfilling yet overwhelming than any other form of sex. 

Benedict started thrusting back into you, pushing you forward just enough so you could take Tom’s full cock in your mouth. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of sex, moans and groans as nothing else mattered outside of pleasure. Your professor’s hand reached around your leg to play with your clit as his dick hit your sweet spot repeatedly. Tom’s member silenced your moans, but the pulsing of your cunt around Ben’s cock let him know you would come in no time. 

“Just like that princess, milk my cock with your tight cunt. I cannot wait to fill you up just like you like it. My pretty girl.” Benedict’s words added a further layer of pleasure as his motions on your clit increased in pressure, pushing you closer and closer. You would not last much longer.

Tom did not seem to be too far either as he had his eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of your warm mouth around him. “Your mouth feels like heaven, Sof. You are fucking amazing.” The continuous praising was almost too much, especially combined with the soft groans escaping the two men’s lips. Just as you thought you would not get them to come first, Benedict’s thrusts hit just the right spot snapping the coil in your core and forcing you to moan around Tom’s cock, feeling the overwhelming tension as Ben fucked you through your orgasm.  

Tom’s hand found your hair, holding his cock in your mouth as the movements from Ben’s thrusts cause him to reach his climax in the back of your throat. You tried your best to take all his cum, but it dripped from the corners of your mouth as both men looked down at you, mesmerized. The grip of your pulsing cunt and the filthy scene in front of him pushed Benedict to his own climax a second later, leaving the three of you panting as your bodies throbbed in pressure. 

liv´s note

Talk about porn with no plot lmao. Wrote this in one sitting so I hope it is good! Thank you so much for all your support and love in the last chapter it amazes me to see so many people enjoying the story. I will answer all your comments after my dinner! So excited to hear your opinion on this. I wanted to also let you know I am posting an improved version of my favourite story I have written, the Sorcerer, the God and the Devil´s Advocate . If you are a fan of both Tom and Benedict and into Marvel, I believe you will enjoy it a lot.

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A Hard Lesson (Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch x OC)

Chapter 22/? (Next Chapter) (Chapter 1) (Chapter Masterlist)

Summary: mean history professor, horny student that wants to please him at all costs.

Tags: Smut, 18+, MINORS DNI, praise, authority, and degradation kink, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering, voyerism, orgasm denial Professor!Tom Hiddleston x OC

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You walked upstairs in silence. Benedict’s hand reached for yours as he stepped in front of you, guiding you through the off-white hallway. Your eyes scanned the pictures on the wall, mainly of Tom with his parents and sisters, you guessed. Benedict walked through the hallway as if it was his own house, confident and carefree. Finally, he pointed to the second door on the right and opened it, leading you in.

It was a big room with a large bed and a desk in the corner, similar to the way Ben’s room was decorated. There were some towels on the bed, leading you to believe Tom expected someone to use the room tonight. Ben sat down on the bed and looked at you with big eyes, inviting you to sit by his side. You approached him, standing in front of him and forcing him to lift his gaze to meet your eyes. Looking down at him, you caressed his cheek, causing him to close his eyes and lean on to your touch. “I had fun tonight. I am sorry for showing up just like that.”

His hand found your outer thigh inviting you to move closer, placing your legs to his sides. His touch was delicate, almost imperceptible, sending shivers up to your core as you felt a growing warmth in your lower back. “I am happy you came. It was nice to have you with me in public, to know you are there as more than just my student.” His words were raspy but soft as he finally opened his eyes. His hand moved up, reaching the highest point of your thigh just below your ass. He encouraged you in a swift move to straddle him as he moved slightly back on the bed. You happily complied, sitting on his lap as his hands sat on your ass now under your dress. You smiled at him as mere millimetres separated your lips. “You are so beautiful, you know? I could look at you all day long.”

“Do you have plans for tomorrow?” You asked softly, letting your eyes melt onto his. A silent look of mutual adoration filled the room as he looked slightly up to you and you down to him—yours, just yours, in the darkness of the room.

“I am all yours,” the words came out of his lips as dangerous as a double-edged sword. “If you want to do anything, I mean.” The correction came too late as your heart had already stopped to savour the declaration.

“I need some new books. I finished the ones you gave me.” You spoke freely, recalling every dedication he had written you.

“I will plan something,” he spoke as he knitted your skin with his fingers, enjoying its fullness. He could have stayed here all night, but he knew leaving his friend alone with the guests was not polite. Although not his house, he felt a natural inclination to host the party with Tom. “Shall we get you to bed, Angel?”

You moved off him, understanding that it would not be particularly appropriate for the two of you to be fucking in his friend’s guest room. The sheets were soft, expensive and cold. A shiver ran down your spine as he moved them so you could lay under them. “Do you want something more comfortable to sleep in?” He asked, and you nodded slightly, feeling your eyes grow heavier by the second.

Benedict stood up, opened the guest room closet, and pulled out a shirt. You sat up and cocked your head, confused on how he would know that was there. He passed it to you and answered your silent question, “I stay here so often that it is just easier to leave some clothes behind.”

You got up and took off your dress quickly, letting your bra fall with it. Benedict’s eyes ran down your body as he wondered what exemplary deed he had possibly accomplished in his past life to be able to enjoy you and your body. “Now, don’t tempt me like that,” he uttered honestly as you reached for the shirt and gave him a confident smile. Once you were covered again, you walked towards him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, tasting the tobacco and whisky. It was intoxicating; you could have kissed him all night.

“Goodnight, professor,” you whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. “Wake me up when you want to go.”

“Goodnight, Angel. I think I will join you as soon as the party has died down.” He let go of you, and you laid in bed, allowing him to exit the room quietly. It felt too good to kiss him goodnight, to have that minimum of domestic intimacy you craved so profoundly. Soon after his exit, you drifted asleep, letting the wine and the night take over your tired body.

…

The sound of a familiar deep laugh coming from downstairs woke you up as you shifted under the sheets, unsure of whether to open your eyes or not. The alcohol held you prisoner, as you tried to open your eyes, but your body did not cooperate—the voices keeping you from falling fully asleep again. A laugh, a clink of glasses, your name… the sound of your name reached your ears, and you could no longer ignore the noise.

You opened your eyes forcefully, commanding your body to comply with your increasingly restless state of mind. “Fuck,” you groaned as you finally regained control over yourself. Instant soreness, your body felt like it had been run over by a truck, warm, your skin burned from the inside out. The soberness felt abusive as all the preliminary pleasures of the alcohol were long gone, leaving you to struggle with the less enjoyable, more long-lasting price of the drinks. You pulled the sheets off your body, hoping to calm the burning feeling. Laying flat in the darkroom, you were reminded of what woke you up. Tom’s laugh sounded like a distant memory through the walls, nudging to the fact that you were lying in a bed that was not yours.

Benedict’s voice broke the silence in response, moving through the room accompanied by the sounds of his steps. You wondered if it was just the two of them, speaking, laughing, talking… about you. Had they been talking about you? Or had it been a dream? You could not help but wonder. You had been so eager to enjoy their company throughout the party. The story they had told you had done nothing but spark up your desire. You wanted to be Rose Burr. You wanted them to play with you.

You looked for your bag, vaguely remembering Benedict bringing it upstairs for you. You found it on the floor just next to your side of the bed, struggling to pick it up without fully lifting your body. Your phone thankfully still had some battery, the shine of the screen sending a sharp pain right through your eyes and forcing you to take a second to adjust to it.

4 a.m., the screen highlighted the time dramatically. You had slept three hours, which explained the feeling of drowsiness you had woken up with. You slept too long to feel still drunk but not long enough for the warmth to be gone, thankfully just before the hangover could take over completely.

You opened your chats, looking for your professors. “Are you still downstairs?” You typed the question, curious about what they were up to. If he had not come to bed, it meant they were enjoying their time together, and you did not want to be left out.

“Come downstairs if you’d like. It is just the two of us left.” His answer came quickly, and you reread it twice, letting the second sentence fill your stomach with butterflies. You finally sat up, looking for your dress around the darkroom, finding it in a corner.

…

The feeling of the dress back on your body made you realise how sensitive you were, every little touch on your skin sending a combination of soreness and pleasure through your system. Your skin burned, and you could not help but think how much the touch of a man would soothe it. You loved hangover sex, and you were in the ideal in-between state where the headache had yet to hit, making the circumstances just perfect.

Standing up had been a herculean struggle as your feet protested at the contact with the expensive floors. Your heels had left blisters on your soles, making every step intentional. The sensation grew increasingly intense as you walked out towards the stairs, feeling a mix of nervousness and desire overwhelming the rest of your senses.

The voices of the two men grew louder the closer you got. They were speaking of the university, of Tom’s newest research project. You were just a secondary thought, or at least you thought so. The sound of glass touching glass and pouring let you know they were still drinking. You held onto the staircase rail as you stepped down carefully, searching with your eyes for their figures.

The room’s light forced you to squint before you spotted them. Both men sat in the corner of the room, Tom on a loveseat and Benedict on the armchair. Their eyes were already on you as you spotted them. They grew silent, halting their conversation. “Good morning Sof! How did you sleep?” Tom asked, giving you a charming smile. “I hope we did not wake you up.”

You gave him a tight lip smile, embarrassed that somehow you had gone to sleep yet they had stayed here drinking. “All good, thank you for letting me sleep. You have just been here?” you looked at Ben as you spoke the question. There was no space for you to sit anywhere comfortably, and you did not think Benedict would appreciate you sitting so close to Tom, so you stood there shifting your weight between your feet.

“Yes, although you may think of us as boring old men. We obviously last longer than you do.” Benedict answered, causing your cheeks to burn. He was right. They had put you to bed like a child. ‘We obviously last longer than you do’, the innuendo had not escaped you as you bit the inside of your lip.

“Let me bring you a chair,” Tom spoke, standing up rushedly to look for someplace for you to sit. You approached Benedict in the meantime, giving him a curious look.

“It is okay. She does not need one,” Benedict spoke, exchanging a look with his friend. What was he thinking? Was he drunk? You did not see, but Tom looked at him and shook his head as the two men came to a silent agreement.

“I will just go to the loo,” Tom added before leaving the room anyway. You looked back to ensure he had left before moving even closer to your professor.

“You left me waiting for you upstairs,” you whispered, standing right above him. His hand looked for the outside of your thigh, rising to your hip, sending a shiver right through your body. The soft caress of his fingers feeling like a soothing cold cloth on your burning skin. His touch forcing you to press your legs together against the throbbing sensation of your cunt.

“I am sorry, love. I would never want to leave you wanting,” his answer was soft. His words were gentle, but his eyes were dark, his thoughts away from the conversation. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept okay. I was a little restless. I kept on looking for your body,” it was a lie. You had slept profoundly, but he did not need to know that. You needed to hammer home the point; you were needy for him, for all of him.

His hand moved from your hip back, pulling you closer, placing his hand on your naked ass, and squeezing it. You held in the moan that wanted to escape from your lips, scared his friend would find you like that. His hand moved again, tracing your panties all the way down to the part that covered your folds. As delicate as a graze, the touch forced you to hold in your breath as you held the eye contact, eager to see his reaction to the wet spot on your thong. The moment the tip of his fingers reached it, he exhaled dramatically, shaking his head disapproving, “what has you so wet, princess?”

“I am just needy for you,” you answered quickly, moving closer, hoping he would move his fingers and give you some release but instead, he just pressed against your folds, causing you to whimper under his touch.

“For me? Just for me?” The question had a clear implication. You could not answer it honestly, and he saw the hesitation in your eyes right away. “Would you like for both of us to fuck you, princess? Could you take us both? Would you like me to share you just once?”

You nodded before you could even think your answer through, it was a slight and shy nod, almost involuntary. Your body had spoken for itself before your brain could.

The sound of Tom’s steps forced you to look back and move away from Benedict. The taller man brought you a chair so you could sit across from the two of them. You gave him a smile, whispering a thank you. Benedict held onto your hand softly before you could walk towards the chair. His friend sat back down and took a sip of water from his glass. “Tom, Miss Angel here was just telling me how horny we have apparently made her,” your head turned towards your professor faster than humanly possible, giving him a disdained look that he ignored, instead looking at his friend that had managed to choke just so slightly on his water.

Your eyes followed Benedict’s, trying to see the reaction of the other men. Tom cleared his throat before looking back up to the two of you, slightly out of his depth. He had joked about it and teased his friend about it, but he did not expect it actually to happen. He was expecting you to fall asleep earlier tonight and not wake up until breakfast was ready, ignoring all the comments of the previous night. You looked at him worried, trying to read his expression, but he seemed slightly confused but entertained by his friend’s comment. “Is that so, miss Angel?” he asked as a cheeky smile covered his lips, deciding to go with it.

You felt the air leave your lungs as your eyes met Tom’s. After swallowing loudly, you opened your mouth, looking for the right words. However, your head was too full with the thought that you were about to get fucked by the two hottest men you had ever laid your eyes on. “Yes, sir.” You finally spoke and looked at how the man closed his eyes in ecstasy as he heard the exact words he wanted to hear.

“Now, Sofia, these are the rules,” Benedict spoke, calling the attention back to himself. You turned to him, giving him your full attention. “You won’t come for Tom. I don’t care how good he eats you out, how good he fucks you. You come just for me. You tell us if you are uncomfortable with anything and what you’d like, we can stop whenever you want. Finally, take full advantage of this because it is the last time I will ever let another man touch you.”

“Yes, sir.” You answered again, nodding profusely as you thought over everything he had said. ‘it is the last time I will ever let another man touch you.’ Did this mean what you thought it meant?

“Now go and show Tom how much of a little slut you are, getting all wet without anyone even touching you.” It was an order you were ready to comply with. There was a hint of nervousness, but the thought of being told what to do reassured you. They were about to use you like a toy, and you would enjoy it. Benedict let go of your hand, and you shyly walked toward the other man.

Tom stood up in awe, meeting you halfway and looking down at you, comforting. “May I touch you?” He asked as his hands stuttered mere centimetres away from your waist. You nodded emphatically, but he shook his head, “use your words, Sof.”

“Yes, sir. Please, touch me.” Your consent was all he needed as his right hand found your waist, pulling you closer. He backed again onto the loveseat, sitting down and taking you with him, your legs spread to both his sides as you hovered just above him.

“Touch her, Hiddleston. See how wet she is,” Benedict spoke as he sat back onto his chair, feeling the growing bulge in his trousers. Tom’s hand moved from your waist to your outer thigh, finding the hem of your dress and moving upwards under it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you could not do anything but stand there immobile, helpless to the electric feeling his touch provided you with.

He reached your hip, but his hand moved towards your centre instead of going towards your ass. His eyes were still on yours, paying attention to every micro-expression, making sure you were comfortable. He laid his hand flat on your pubic bone, letting you feel how big it was.

“Please touch me,” you whispered again, needy to feel some relief.

“I told you how eager she is,” Benedict commented in the back, and finally, Tom moved his hand again, reaching for the lateral hem of your panties and moving them aside. He hesitated for a second before moving his fingers down, instantly coming into contact with the pathetically overwhelming amount of slick that covered your folds. A gasp escaped your lips, closing your eyes in ecstasy as his middle finger inadvertently brushed against your clit.

“Such a responsive little thing,” Tom finally commented, dipping unexpectedly two of his long digits into your core. The feeling of his long slender fingers breaching you, forcing you to moan. Benedict’s eyes were stuck on your face, reading every one of your changing expressions and enjoying the show. “Have you ever made her come just like this?” Tom spoke to Benedict as he started to move his fingers inside you, forcing you to hold onto his shoulders, feeling your knees grow weak from the pleasure. Feeling him inside of you while you could sense Ben’s eyes on you was overwhelmingly pleasurable. At this moment, you were just a toy for them, and you loved being used.

“I had just finished doing that when you interrupted us that time at home,” Benedict responded, unbuckling his belt.

“I am sorry for that,” He spoke to his friend before looking back at you and suddenly using his thumb to circle your clit, sending you on a quick chain of soft whimpers. “How did you manage to not fuck her right away? She does that teasing dirty little face that makes me want to ram my cock inside her.”

You were already on the verge of your orgasm as he fingered you relentlessly. You should have been ashamed, having the two men ignore your presence that way, almost as if you existed only for their pleasure, but it just turned you on even more.

“Don’t forget your rules, princess,” Benedict spoke, breaking the spell and forcing you to pull away from Tom’s touch. His fingers left your body, and you instantly felt empty and frustrated. “Good girl,” your professor praised you as he saw the disappointed expression on your face.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you finally spoke, eager to feel a cock inside you already. You got up and walked towards the stairs, ignoring the two men who exchanged an entertained look as you tried your best to hold onto a minimum of authority. You quickly reached the top of the stairs and entered the bedroom you had just left a little earlier, climbing on the bed and sitting in the middle of it with your legs spread before the two men entered the room. “Professor, I need you to fuck me.” You spoke as soon as they were at the door, purposely avoiding using a name.

The two tried to step forward simultaneously and then stopped. “You will need to be more specific than that, love,” Tom spoke, giving you one of his naughtiest smiles. You were in for a good fuck, and if you played your cards right, you might just be able to get them to compete against each other.

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Liv’s note

I AM SO SORRY I KNOW THIS IS EVIL ADN I SHOULD NOT END IT LIKE THIS but I am tired and wrote 3600 words just today and I cannot possibly finish the smut decently in this mental stateeee. I hoope it was enjoyable, I tried my bestest although it felt a little awkward while re-reading it. I am excited to read what you all think. I love you all and I am super thankful for your patience. I will go pass out now. ALSO MY COMPUTER TUMBLR IS NOT WORKING SO I HAD TO POST FEOM MY PHONE so give me some love pls

A Hard Lesson (Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch x OC)

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Summary:mean history professor, horny student that wants to please him at all costs.

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The rest of the party went well as you joined different conversations, avoiding questions about your relationship with Benedict. He did the same, redirecting the topic to his current projects or plans for the summer. You spent most of the evening by Tom’s side, laughing at his jokes and preparing witty comments for all his stories. Benedict would look at you from a distance as he interjected your laugh or your excited voice. He knew you meant no harm, that you were trying to move past his indiscretion and make sure nobody else heard about your apparent relationship status. However, he could not help but feel bitterness in the pit of his stomach every time you reached to touch Tom’s shoulder.

Eventually, Tom checked on him, “I am sorry about that, mate. I just thought there had been a misunderstanding between the two of you.” He whispered to his friend’s ear.

“I am sure you had no bad intentions,” Benedict responded sarcastically, sipping on his glass of whisky.

“You are happy to see her. Don’t lie to me,” his friend reassured him, trying to lighten up the mood.

“You made me look like the bad guy of the situation.”

“It is all good, Ben, don’t think about it too much. You two should sleep over tonight. It is getting late.”

“As if… You won’t get to sleep with her, Tom. I should not have called you the other night. It gave you the wrong idea.”

“Are you scared she’ll prefer me, Cumberbatch? I thought you were more confident in your skills.” Tom continued teasing Ben as both men’s eyes followed you across the room.

“I cannot believe you think this is working. How big do you think my ego is?” Benedict chuckled, shaking his head, unsure what his friend expected him to say.

“Let me bother you, old man.” Tom finally broke the tension. “Let’s go get you another drink. Maybe it’ll improve your mood.”

…

The party was ending as most people had left, and only the closest friends stayed behind, sitting around and chatting comfortably. Everyone seemed to be drunk as laughs grew louder and the sound of broken glasses became more prominent. You found Benedict and Tom talking in a corner, so you approached, curious to see what they were chatting about. Benedict’s hand found your waist as soon as you were close enough, touching you for the first time all night. You had both been careful to keep your distances, but something in his possessive grasp on your dress let you know he no longer cared what others thought. “How is it going?” You spoke softly, smiling up at him and then looking at Tom.

“All good; we were just talking about the first party we threw together and how this looks nothing like that did.” Tom exchanged a look with Benedict before giving you a confident smile.

“What has changed? We have cellphones and wifi now?” You joked, causing the two men to laugh loudly. Ben’s grip on your waist grew tighter as you laid your head on his chest slightly, feeling flustered and content to be able to be affectionate towards him in public finally. He pressed a quick kiss on your head, making your cheeks flush.

“Well, the alcohol was cheaper, the people were more fun, and the music was better.” Benedict summarised it.

“Everyone was just funner. We were a lot better too. Remember that one night with Rose Burr?” Tom’s sentence took Benedict by surprise as the man could not help but clear his throat and look down and away, growing increasingly red-faced.

“Tom, that is enough.” Benedict tried to move on, but you exchanged a look with Tom, who gave you a quick wink.

“What happened with this girl?” You asked, helping Tom complete his mischief.

“Nothing important, just drunk stupid bets.” Ben tried to close the conversation, but you looked at his friend, encouraging him to explain.

“Let’s just say Professor Cumberbatch here has a big ego, and if you tease him long enough, he will do anything to prove he is right.” Tom started speaking, building the anticipation even more.

“That is enough,” Ben interrupted him, but you looked at him disapproving, wanting to hear the rest of the story.

“So this girl, Rose, managed to shag – pardon my french, the two most eligible bachelors in our friend group, your beloved and myself.” You shook your head, giggling at the comment, “news broke out a couple of weeks after I had slept with her, which had been a month or so after Mr Cumberbatch here had, that she had told her girlfriends that I had been, and I quote, the best shag of her life.” You broke out in a soft laugh, exchanging a look with Benedict, who was not amused by the interaction. “Anyway, I, of course, took this as the perfect opportunity to take the piss out of Benedict for the next couple of weeks, reminding him who had made the more memorable impression. Excuses flew left and right, about how he had been drunk, how he had not cared, how it was after a rugby match. Eventually, he grew so tired of the continuous teasing by the rest of the lads and me that the next night out, he looked for Rose and drunkenly told her that he could be the best shag of her life.”

You inhaled, dramatically moving away from Benedict and giving him a disapproving smile. He reached for your hand, pulling you back into his arms. Tom cleared his throat before continuing, excited by the silent permission his friend was giving him to tell her the story. “Anyway, Rose, well, she was a naughty girl and somehow convinced Benedict that the best way for her to scrutinise who out of the two of us was the better fuck was to get with us both on the same night. Mind you, I was in another room of the party, enjoying my night as this controversial agreement was being laid out. Ben came to look for me afterwards, drunkenly explaining what we had to do. I don’t remember the rest of the story, but somehow, that ended up being our first threesome together.” You were in shock. Your mouth sat slightly ajar. Eyes stuck on Tom’s lips as the last words let your imagination run wild.

“Well, if I remember correctly, you begged me to just fuck her together because it would be the fairest analysis, and somehow, I fell for that.” Benedict clarified the facts, but you were still lost in your thoughts, feeling your body grow slightly warmer as they got more inappropriate by the second.

“Who did she choose afterwards?” You finally spoke, looking at nobody in particular scared of the two men being able to read your thoughts. They looked at each other and then looked at you, not fully understanding the question.

“I think by the end of the night, she had lost interest in her scientific research,” Tom responded, walking away to serve himself another drink, grabbing your glass also to fill it up.

“She said it was me. He is just a sore loser.” Benedict lowered himself to whisper the words to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he chuckled slightly, brushing your skin. The feeling of his lips so close to your neck forced you to close your eyes as the mix of alcohol, and the story had you fighting your need to beg him to fuck you already. His hand found the back of your neck, letting his fingers softly press on your skin, giving you some release from the contact. “Why so curious, Miss Angel? Do you think anyone could fuck you better than I do?”

“Never, sir,” you responded softly, your voice tainted by a mix of neediness and false innocence.

“Don’t let the thought simmer for too long, princess. As much as he may want to, I don’t think I could share you like that. Would you want me to?” He moved his body to be fully in front of you, keeping his left hand on your waist, leaving mere centimetres between your bodies as you looked down, trying to think how to answer the question. He encouraged you to answer, “or are you just curious about feeling overwhelmed? Two men telling you what to do? You would always listen to me first, correct?” His free hand found your cheek, caressing it and lifting your gaze. His eyes moved from yours to your lips.

“Yes, sir. I think I am just curious, that is all. I would always choose you.” He pressed his lips together as he thought about all the places your lips would look nice on. He dreamed of his hands on your body, ripping that little dress off you.

“Benedict!” A voice called for him as steps quickly approached the two of you, making the lonely corner of the party no longer as private. You moved away from your professor’s touch, looking away before walking away towards the kitchen. An older man walked toward your professor. He looked at you before you walked away, but you kept your eyes on the floor, entering the kitchen.

Tom stood by the sink with your glass of wine perfectly filled, sitting lonely on the counter as he sipped on his whisky. “Hope you are enjoying the party, Sofia. Here’s your wine,” he spoke, pointing at the glass by his side, making no effort to pass it to you. You smiled, walking to his side and grabbed it, feeling his presence tower over you instantly.

“You have known each other for a long time, I assume.” You spoke softly, taking a sip from your glass and meeting his eyes.

“Yes, absolutely. He is my best friend, so please be nice to him.” His tone changed as he thought fondly of his friend, giving you an honest smile.

“Thank you for inviting me, Tom. It has been a great night.” You spoke before laying your head on his shoulder as the alcohol made you extremely tired. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder affectionately, and you could not help but notice how nice his cologne was. It was different from Benedict’s, fresher and lighter.

“You can go upstairs if you want to rest. I promise nobody will bother you.” The thought of being able to fall asleep forced you to exhale happy.

“I would not want to intrude,” you feigned politeness, hoping he would insist. Being wine drunk was not your thing. You got so sleepy and horny. Nothing good came out of it.

“I was hoping you and Ben would stay anyway. Please let me show you to the guest room.” He spoke, removing his arm from around you and encouraging you to follow him.

You walked out of the kitchen and scanned the room for Benedict. He was nowhere to be found, “I should probably let Benedict know.” You spoke to Tom, slightly worried about Ben’s absence.

“I think he is outside. Let’s go check.” Tom’s politeness did not go unnoticed, making your cheeks burn as you gave him a shy smile. You found Benedict in the garden, a cigarette between his lips as he earnestly looked at the older man who was speaking. His eyes intercepted you in the back, excusing himself quickly and walking towards you and Tom.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, holding the cigarette away from you, almost ashamed of his drunk transgression.

“Yes, I am just exhausted. You know wine makes me super sleepy.” You started to speak, but Ben interrupted you.

“We can get going. I will order an uber.” He wanted to leave with you. His words made your heart skip as you bit your lip unconsciously, happy with his response.

“It is alright, please enjoy the rest of the party. Tom offered me to rest upstairs. Just wake me up when you want to leave?” You suggested, hoping you would still leave together. His eyes moved from you back to Tom as his brow furrowed, unsure whether this was a good decision.

“You are both welcome to stay the night. Nobody will bother her upstairs. Ben, don’t leave good old Simon hanging. He was looking forward to talking to you.” Tom referred to the man that kept on looking back at the three of you.

“Are you sure? We can go home right now.” Benedict reached for your hand, but you gave him a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

“I promise you. It is all good. I just want sleep and food right now,” you giggled, tipsy, entertaining the two men.

“I’ll take care of her, Ben. Go back to your conversation.” Tom pressed his hand on your lower back, giving his friend one last reassuring look before reentering the house with you. You moved towards the staircase, but Tom redirected you to the kitchen. “Let’s make you a sandwich. You should not go to bed hungry.”

You sat on the kitchen counter as Tom took out ingredients from his fridge and asked you what you preferred. You found the interaction extremely entertaining as he was equally drunk, making all his movements less refined. He made himself a sandwich too and closed the fridge, satisfied, moving to your side and passing your plate, “here you go, Sof.”

You smiled at him, taking a big bite as soon as you had your hands on the sandwich. It was delicious, not as good as chicken nuggets, but delicious nonetheless. He smiled at the sounds that escaped your lips as you closed your eyes in ecstasy.

“Let’s get you to bed, Angel.” He spoke, stumbling slightly on his feet as he offered you his hand to help you get down the counter. You accepted it, got out of the kitchen and walked toward the stairs. A sound of quick steps toward the two of you stopped you as you turned around to see Benedict.

“I will show her the guest room. It would be a bad look if the host would disappear.” Benedict spoke in a severe tone, tapping his friend’s shoulder. Tom looked at you before pressing his lips together and stepping back.

“Goodnight, Sofia,” he spoke as you waved at him before walking upstairs with Ben.

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Liv’s Note

I am hereeee, I am so sorry for the late-night post but I managed to properly sit down to write only at around 4 pm. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for all your comments on chapter 20, I love you all so much! As always I look forward to read what you all think and if you are enjoying the story please take the time to reblog ♥️♥️

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The Kiss • Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes had never thought of himself as an ordinary man.

A man who would yearn for having one specific person in his life, in his bed, in his mind and maybe… His heart even.

Yet right now, he was lying next to a woman, watching her chest heave and a quiet snore escape her lips as she breathed, looking calmer than she did half an hour ago. Her cheeks crimson red, wearing his grey t-shirt with her hand on his chest and leg over his. Not that he minded.

The detective’s body was still trembling, not physically but as if it had a mind that tried to comprehend what he had just done. While it was grateful for the great experience, tiredness was trying to shut it down as the detective’s eyes laid on every single detail on the woman’s face. “Shut up,” he murmured as his mind criticised why he would find her beautiful, reminding him of the truth about one’s mind’s beauty standarts. He did not care.

This feeling, however, was not ignorable. Was it regret? No, certainly not. It made his heart ache. Not pain, not excitement… What then?

Truth is, the detective knew what it was. He just pretended not to. It had been ages since he last felt like this, and now, he wanted to keep it there, buried in his heart and ignored by his mind. Its presence felt, but unknown; even to the great Sherlock Holmes. He admired the idea of it. He loved not knowing, for the first time in his life.

The woman stirred a little, dragging him out of the storm of his thoughts. Sherlock directed his attention to her, feeling his cheeks burn as he realized he’d been staring at her the whole time. The woman whom he kissed half an hour ago.

“God, I’m freezing!” The young woman said as she hugged herself, walking into the lounge. Sherlock was in his mind palace, wandering around the halls of his great mind. He did not have a case that night, and he did this very often: visiting his mind palace every once in a while, going through solved cases and files, and sometimes trying to solve old, unsolved cases for fun. Unexpected from him, he opened his eyes and looked up at his upset flatmate who was wearing one of his t-shirts… Again. She sat down in front of the lit fireplace, closing her eyes and sighing in relief. “What’s wrong?” Sherlock asked, he could see that she was cold and annoyed, but he didn’t bother to try and make a deduction. Besides, she asked him not so long ago to actually communicate with her, therefore it was a win-win.

She let out a frustrated sigh, “The heater doesn’t work.”

The detective raised an eyebrow, the situation somehow amusing him. “I thought you got it fixed last week.”

“I did.” The woman didn’t take her eyes off the flames as the smell and sound of the burning wood calmed her down a bit. She could feel the warmth creep up her body and it made her shiver a little, making her feel embarrassed.

“Well, you can sleep in my bed.” Sherlock spoke calmly, watching her turn to him in surprise. “Oh, thank you,” she felt her face getting too hot, but didn’t know whether it was because of the fire or what he had just said. “But I’ll be fine on the couch.”

“You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Sherlock stood up and offered her his hand, which she took immediately. Once she stood up as well, she looked up at him, almost able to see her reflection in his dilated pupils. “It’s your bed, so I’ll sleep here. But thank you for the offer.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned her around gently, then pushed her towards his bedroom. “Night night.”

“Sherlock, seriously, you can’t sleep on the couch…” She frowned a little as she turned back to him, “I think your bed is big enough for both of us, isn’t it?”

The detective did not expect that. “Um… I guess so.”

“You can sleep with me, then. I mean… In bed. Like sleep. Not…”

Sherlock interrupted her with a sigh, “Fine, I will, but don’t complain if I crush you in your sleep.”

Blushing even more, the young woman nodded and bit her lip from the inside, hoping that he wouldn’t notice it. “Okay… ” The detective nodded too, then gestured for her to lead the way. She turned around and walked towards his room, feeling a little excited.

Sherlock’s flatmate wasn’t unfamiliar with his bedroom, she would randomly knock on the door and walk in to borrow one of his t-shirts or remind him go get some milk. However, he could see how differently she acted now. She wasn’t calm, a little anxious maybe; probably due to the fact that they were going to sleep together. And Sherlock couldn’t help but feel… Odd -in his words- as well.

It wasn’t that he had never had a woman in his bed before. The Woman and Janine were the two lucky women, but this time it was different. This woman was someone he admired, respected and actually liked. There wasn’t anything special about her; she wasn’t a genius like him, not a very important person like Mycroft, not a doctor like John… She was a baker who was extremely good at her job. And he admired her.

Sherlock watched her get into the bed, trying not to take up too much space so he would be comfortable. Taking off his dressing gown, Sherlock got into the bed too after turning off the lights; only the pale moonlight enlightening the room. They could barely see each other’s face. There was a reasonable space between them but she was stiff, he could sense that. “Relax… I am comfortable.” Sherlock said.

She nodded and took a deep breath, then lay on her side, turning to him. Sherlock looked into her eyes as the young woman whispered, “Thank you.”

Her pupils dilated. Though he knew it could be because of the darkness, it wasn’t the first time he noticed that. He knew she had liked him, as a friend because no normal human being like her would like him romantically, he reminded himself. He did not need any funny ideas distracting him.

When he found himself caught up in his own thoughts, he genuinely smiled at her, though it was a small one. “It’s alright.”

The young woman looked at his lips, not caring about what he would think for once, then she moved her hand hesitantly up to his cheek. Sherlock started getting confused, his heart beating faster as if it could prevent him from doing something wrong -despite his impeccably working mind-, he closed his eyes and let his flatmate put her hand on his cheek. She let out a brief breath as if it accidentally left her lungs, and then shifted closer to the detective. Closing her eyes as well, she pressed her lips against his.

They both were holding their breaths, and Sherlock opened his mouth just a little to let her kiss him. The young woman moved her lips very slowly, the tip of her tongue tasting his lips briefly before she pulled back. Her hand remained on his cheek for a little while longer as she started panicking, but he didn’t do or say anything. The detective didn’t get upset, he didn’t even frown, he did not protest.

The young woman withdrew her hand but Sherlock took it gently without opening his eyes, then he placed it on his chest while still holding it. She let out a relieved sigh, keeping her eyes closed as she smiled and whispered, “Good night, Sherlock.”

The detective gave her hand a small squeeze as a respond, before letting it go. She kept it there the whole night.

Once he was sure that she had fallen asleep, he opened his eyes to look at the young woman lying next to him, in his bed. Whom he shared a kiss with that could never be taken back.

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A/N: I don’t usually write for Sherlock, as he is very special to me. I needed to feel some kind of… warmth, I can say, so I wrote this little… I really don’t know what to call this one. One-shot? No clue. Anyway, I thought it could help people feel better so I decided to post it here. Besides I knew that @drdaddystrange would have enjoyed this, so… (((: I hope you enjoyed it, and please let me know what you think!!! ❤️

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→ Books and Sins* (series)

• Chapter One
• Chapter Two
• Chapter Three
• Chapter Four
• Chapter Five

→ Five Years* ✓

• Chapter One
• Chapter Two

→ Unethical* ✓

• Chapter One
• Chapter Two

→ A Touch From The Past ✓

• The Thunderstorm️
• The Rainbow

→Pregnant*✓

→Leaves✓

→The Hat✓

→Chest Hair*✓

→Forgiveness*✓

→Stay✓

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→ The Wet Dream* ✓

• Chapter One
• Chapter Two

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Just posted two more chapters for Books and Sins!

Books and Sins | Chapter Five [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Word count:947

A/N: I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think!!! ❤️

Chapter Four

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B: I’m waiting outside. :)

K: I’ll be ready in five, sorry for making you wait! :(

B: Don’t be. I came early anyway. xx

Katherine felt her cheeks burn as she smiled, trying not to bite her lip.

She was so anxious.

What if she didn’t look fancy enough? What if he wouldn’t think she looks nice? Was the dress too tight? She wanted to text Samantha and ask for her opinion but for some reason, she was offline and wasn’t seeing her messages. Katherine sighed and finally decided to get out of her flat.

The young woman was wearing a dark green, knee-length dress with a little bit of cleveage. Her black, not-so-high heels and little purse matched her golden, small earrings. She regretted not taking her coat with her as she opened the door, the cold wind hitting her skin and dancing through her curls.

Benedict was at a loss for words.

There he stood in his black suit, his shoes shining and eyeglasses no longer on. The man in cozy outfits was gone, and he looked sogood. Katherine actually couldn’t believe that she was getting to go on a date with a man like him.

He blinked a few times, looking her up and down shamelessly before clearing his throat. “Um, hi… You - wow, you look great…”

Katherine giggled, “Thank you… You don’t look so bad yourself.” Then she turned around to lock the door, but accidentally dropped her keys. “Shit,” she internally cursed.

The young woman crouched down and as she picked up the keys, she felt Benedict’s fingertips on her hand and body behind hers. “Sorry,” he murmured and took his hand back, standing up.

“No, it’s fine, thank you…” Katherine smiled at him and stood up as well, locking the door as she bit her lip from the inside.

She gulped and turned around to face him, then he offered her his arm and Katherine took it, letting out a breath as she did. They both had a small smile on their faces as they walked, but Benedict was also trying not to have a boner and scare her off. She looked gorgeous and when she crouched down to pick up her keys… He tried so hard not to just break the damn door and push her inside to take her right against the wall. However, he had to be a gentleman, so he tried to focus on anything but her body, though even the smile on her red lips could turn him on.

Once they got closer to Benedict’s car, he unlocked it and Katherine took it as her cue to let go of his hand. The writer opened the door for her with a charming smile.

Katherine got into his white Mustang, fastening her seatbelt and feeling like she’s in a Lana Del Rey song; going on a date with a bad, bad man. She giggled quietly at how silly that sounded. The man was a writer.

“Am I missing something, Miss?” Benedict grinned and got into the drivers seat, fastening his seatbelt. “No, no it’s just…” She bit her lip, “Love, please, don’t make me come in my pants…” Benedict thought, unable to take his eyes off her lips. Katherine looked down and shook her head as she smiled again, “I like your car. I would have a Mustang if I ever had a car.”

“Oh,” He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Do you, now? Why didn’t I know about that?

“Yep…” Katherine giggled again, making Benedict giggle too. “Well, I’m glad you liked her.” He gripped the steering wheel and started the engine, making the car purr.

“How was your day, darling?” Benedict politely asked. The young woman looked out the window both to think of what to say and hide her crimsoned cheeks. She regretted not putting on some foundation.

“Good… Weird, in a way, because my boss went missing. I mean, the principal.” She shrugged.

“Oh…” He frowned, “Well, I hope he is okay.”

“I don’t,” Katherine blurted out, then sat up, “I mean, he was an asshole… But yeah, he has children and growing up without your parents sucks, so…”

Benedict was really confused now. If your parents are not alive… Who are those people that you visit every three months?

“I’m so sorry…” He said sympathetically.

Shs shrugged and smiled a bit, “It’s fine… Enough about my day, how was yours?”

“Well, I worked for a few hours, then did some gardening* which took a few more hours, and when I checked my watch it was almost the time to pick you up.” He smiled at her, taking his eyes off the road as they approached a red light.

“You have a garden?” The young woman asked in interest.

“Yeah. You should come and say hello to my tomatoes some day.”

“I would have loved to, but I don’t get on well with tomatoes. Do you happen to have any cucumbers, Mr Cumberbatch?” She smirked, making him chuckle. “Oh, please… Yes, yes I do have cucumbers.” One in my pants as well, actually. Would you like to take a bite?

Katherine chuckled, “Sorry, I couldn’t help it…”

The writer pulled over and grinned, “It’s okay, I’m used to it.” Then he got out of the car and opened the door for her, closing it after she got out too. He gave the keys to the valet and smiled at him, then offered Katherine his arm again, which she took happily as they walked into the restaurant.

For some reason, she was feeling much more comfortable now after all those laughs they shared. And it was just the beginning.

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Books and Sins | Chapter Four [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Word count:966

A/N: Hi guys! Miss me? ;) Well, I did miss you and writing fics. School’s been so time-consuming and tiring, therefore I apologise for being absent but I hope I can make it up to you by two new chapters! I hope you like it and let me know what you think! Also, I hope you feel better soon, @anasweetlywrites this one’s for you. ❤️ -Cer

Chapter Three

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Benedict could not focus on anything else that day.

Katherine cried out his name as she came. His name. The melody didn’t leave his head and sent shivers to his core every time. He didn’t even know how many times he had come while watching the footage of her masturbating.

She liked him… And he knew it.

It was going just perfectly. He knew how much she loved his books and she was going to go crazy when she found out that her favourite author was actually him. Nothing could stop them from being together then.

Benedict cursed when he remembered how he couldn’t steal one of her dirty panties that day. She stood beside him until he fixed the broken tap, asking why it might have happened. He explained it to her with his Scottish accent, keeping his head down and avoiding her eyes. His hat covered his white hair and he knewthat she didn’t even think they could be the same person. He had never failed before, so he knew it was going to work. And it did.

However, he had achieved something much better that day. When she asked if he’d like a glass of water -because he was panting- he nodded eagerly. Once she left to go into her small kitchen, Benedict took a look around and found her bedroom, then took her keys from the bedside table before putting them into his pocket. He left the room just in time, because Katherine came back right after him. Benedict thanked her and drank it all, then gave the empty glass back to her; her fingertips touching his knuckles.

He left her house in the huge relief of his victory. He made another plan that day, buying really small cameras and breaking into her house while she was out at night, meeting Samantha. She had her spare keys, and he didn’t expect her to come home that early so he almost got caught; but he hid behind the curtain and covered his feet with a pile of books that was on the floor. Benedict held his breath until Katherine went into to the bathroom. He wanted to stay and join her so bad, but he knew she would make a fuss about it and scream and that would ruin his plan, so he left reluctantly. He couldn’t take any risks when it came to her.

Now there he was, hasn’t eaten anything and pacing with his hands in his hair. He wanted her. He needed her, now. But he couldn’t do anything about it… Yet.

Benedict decided to take her to a very nice restaurant and impress her. Make her feel special but not cross the line… Not until he made sure that she trusted him enough, at least. Then he would have his way with her.

•

Katherine told Samantha all about their date and him, and surprisingly, compared to how her best friend usually reacted to her meeting someone new, she seemed to adore Benedict. She would encourage her to meet him, to bed him after dinner even.

After pleasuring herself to the thought of Benedict touching her, Katherine slept until the morning. She felt exhausted because she was so overwhelmed and… Well, she used up all of her strength to have an orgasm. Her fingers never pleased her enough, but she was scared to use anything else.

The young woman cursed when she checked her watch. She had 20 minutes to get ready and go to school. Well, to work, and she didn’t even decide what to wear for dinner!

She wanted to wear something fancy, but not too fancy because she didn’t want to look desperate. Well, didn’t want himto know how desperate she was.

A school consultant who is twenty six and still a virgin. Haven’t had a kiss or a boyfriend since college… Of course she was desperate. Who would say no to a gentleman like him anyway?

•

Benedict took his time with preparing his bag. He had no rush… Not at all.

The principal, Mr Brealey, took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in between his dry lips; trying to light his lighter which was running out of gas. He sighed in frustration and closed his eyes, throwing his head back before he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned to the tall, handsome man that offered him his lighter, a sly smirk on his lips and a mischevious spark in his eyes. “Ah, thank you mate.”

The man nodded and lit his own cigarette, inhaling the toxic smoke and feeling it in his lungs as he sighed audibly. It was so sexy that the principal thought that he moaned, at first.

“Long day?” The stranger asked.

“Yeah… Just can’t bear women. None of them. They either want someone handsome or rich. My wife chose me for my money and that bitch… Ah, she rejected me because I wasn’t good looking enough for her. I’ll make her pay for embarrassing me like this.”

Benedict’s blood was boiling.

He clenched his fists and tilted his head, “That’s how they all are, trust me. Thankfully, I like men. Especially the old ones…”

The principal replied his subtle suggestion with a smirk, throwing his cigarette away and not even bothering to put it off. Little did he know that he was going to die, and not shag the handsome stranger.

Benedict did pay attention to not getting his hands dirty, but apparently he forgot to check if his clothes were blood-free…

Katherine was not surprised when the principal didn’t show up the next day. He must have been so ashamed, she thought, but she did find it odd when the police asked the teachers some questions about him because he actually went missing.

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Stay • One-Shot [Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader AU]

Summary: Benedict has to leave for work and can’t take his pregnant wife with him.

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word count: 660

A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry for not writing requests… I just don’t feel like it :( But my best friend @goddessofmischief03 went home to another city today and I got to thinking how painful it would be to watch her go if we lived in the same city because boy, did it hurt. So here it is, a oneshot inspired by my life. I hope you enjoy it. ❤️ -Cer

Benedict’s luggages were taken from him as they walked closer to the car. He held Y/N’s hand tightly and sighed, still thinking that she should have been home instead, resting.

Y/N was pregnant and her husband didn’t want her to tire herself by coming to the airport with him. Benedict was going to be away for a month or so for work and even though he didn’t want to leave her behind, he didn’t want her to take her there either because she was dealing with complications already. He felt guilty, but he had to go.

He helped her fasten her seatbelt and sighed, kissing her cheek. Y/N turned to him and smiled, then closed her eyes. She could feel her eyes burn as she bit her lip from the inside, trying not to tear up. Gulping, Y/N opened her eyes and looked out the window, trying to distract herself.

She didn’t want him to go.

She was going to miss him terribly, she was going to be alone.

He had been away from her for more than a few months before, but she could go with him or visit him later back then. Now, she had to say goodbye to the love of her life. What if something happened to him there? What if–

“Darling?” Benedict squeezed her hand a bit. Y/N was lost in thought that she didn’t even realize that the door was open. “Sorry,” she murmured and looked down, getting out of the car carefully.

Benedict didn’t let go of her hand and turned to her, holding the tip of her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Love? Are you all right?” He looked concerned.

Y/N looked up at him with tears in her eyes, “Yeah, I am, sorry.”

“No, you’re not… You… Don’t want me to go?” Benedict frowned slightly, leaning down and talking quietly.

“No, I mean, yes…” Y/N sniffled, biting her lip. “I… I selfishly want you to stay but I know you can’t… And um…” She gulped, closing her eyes momentarily and setting her tears free.

Seeing her like this made Benedict’s heart soar, he hugged her tightly without hurting her and kissed her hair, whispering, “I’m sorry…”

“No, I am…” Y/N sobbed, “I just… I… I’m gonna miss you so much… And I’m worried…”

He sighed, closing his eyes. After stroking her back a few times, Benedict pulled back and held her face in his hands. “I’m gonna miss you so much too, love, but you really don’t need to worry. I’ll try to come back as soon as possible and I promise that I’ll be fine.” He wiped her tears gently and smiled, “I’ll be longing to see you… And our baby.” Finally being able to make her smile, he touched her belly and chuckled quietly. “Take care of mummy until I’m back, little one.”

Y/N smiled and touched his hand, sniffling, “I’m sorry love. You know, the hormones…”

He shushed her with a gentle kiss, “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

“I promise.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled genuinely and sighed, “I’ll try to call you every day and you won’t worry about me, okay?”

Y/N nodded and hugged him tightly, breathing in his scent and closing her eyes. Benedict kissed her hair and her lips once more after they pulled back, “See you, love.”

“See you, darling…” She sniffled again and had to let go of him.

Benedict got into the private jet and looked out the window, waving at her with a funny face to make her smile. She chuckled and waved back at him, her heart aching a bit as the jet took off.

Y/N cried quietly on her way home, then took a deep breath to calm down. Touching her belly always helped, feeling the fruit of their love move and try to get out of there. She couldn’t help but smile.

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Forgiveness • Christopher x Sylvia [Parade’s End]

Summary:Sylviabegs Christopher to forgive her. He ends up giving in to his desires… And to her.

Warnings: angst, smut

Word count:1022

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so sorry for being inactive, I just don’t feel like writing lately but I found this one in my drafts and I love Parade’s End so much! Oh Christopher, I wish I could hug you forever! Anyway, it’s a pretty old one but I hope you enjoy it! -Cer

“Please Sylvia…”

“Please what, Christopher? I am your wedded wife… I didn’t even touch myself because I waited for you, my husband to fulfill my desires! What do I have to…” She brought her delicate, soft hands to her face while sobbing, “What do I have to do to make you love me again? I know I made mistakes and I-I don’t even deserve to be your wife - but what else am I supposed to do?.. Tell me and I’ll do it, I’ll do anything you want but…” Christopher was looking at his wife with a look of concern, sorrow, maybe a little bit of regret. “Oh for God’s sake, Christopher, say something! Yell at me, call me bitch, hurt me just the way I hurt you, but don’t… don’t do this!”

Her makeup was ruined by her tears and her plump, cherry red lips were shivering. Christopher had never seen her like this; before he could react she started to pull her own hair - she could no longer stand it. Christopher made a move to stop her but she screamed, “Don’t touch me!”

He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t sure himself if he forgave her or not but seeing her like this hurt him. “Sylvia,” he said softly as he grabbed her small wrists in one swift move, “Look at me please…”

She obeyed him, looked up at him with glassy eyes; “All I needed was your forgiveness…” said she quietly. He was still holding her hands in the air, he couldn’t bear seeing her hurt herself; yet he knew that guilty conscience was much more painful than the physical harm she could give herself. He gulped, “I… I forgive you.”

Sylvia looked at him as if she couldn’t believe it. “Really?” She asked quietly.

“Yes.” He nodded, “Really…”

She hugged his chest, her nose in the crook of his neck. They both were quiet now and Christopher rubbed her back. The young woman pulled back while still hugging him, looking at his lips.

She had this desire for years. Maybe it was because he was unreachable for her, but no, maybe it was just guilt that made her fall for him. Oh how proud she was to have him, and now his soft lips were touching hers. She pressed her lips on his and held his face, he wanted to pull back but Sylvia didn’t let him. Instead, she started to kiss him with passion whilst pulling his blond hair. One of her hands went down to his manhood and rubbed him gently, Christopher held her face and kissed her back while pushing her towards the wall. She felt him getting hard under her touch and when he moaned into her mouth, she was melting. Her mind was numb, all she could focus on was him; she’s never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him and now, she had him. She was begging him not to stop in her mind.

When Christopher’s long, cold fingers made their way to her arms and gripped her hand to stop her from rubbing him, her heart skipped a beat in disappointment… But when her back touched the wall she was relieved.

He was kneading one of her ass cheeks and there was no gap between their bodies now, she could feel him against her stomach and was dying to have inside her. She couldn’t resist him; his scent, his touch and soft lips on hers, so she pulled her white nightgown up and pressed herself into him.

He touched the hem of her silk drawers and took them off, he could smell her arousal. When he stood up she was still holding her gown up for him, he took himself out quickly and stroked himself a few times before grabbing her thighs and making her wrap her legs around his waist. She held his manhood and guided it into her entrance as she panted, he pushed himself inside her slowly and waited until she adjusted to him. “Christopher… Go on…”

He pulled back and thrusted into her deeper and harder this time, maybe he was taking revenge in his own way. Sylvia’s long nails scratched his green shirt as she moaned loudly with no shame and he grunted into her ear, filling the room with obscene noises. She was tight and felt amazing around him, he could tell she was close because her walls were squeezing him tighter now which felt like heaven. Her moans were getting louder but he didn’t even hear them, “Oh God, Sylvia…”

Soon, she threw her head back and came around him, watching her panting with her mouth open brought Christopher to the edge. She was kissing his lips when he filled her with his cum and moaned into her mouth.

None of them cared about the possibility of her getting pregnant again. They both were panting, the heat of the room overwhelming them. Her sweat smelt just like her perfume, the scent of her wavy hair filling his lungs. Once they both had calmed down, he took himself out of her and made sure she could stand without falling. Sylvia smiled and pulled him by his hand towards the bed; when he put himself back in his pants she rested her head on his chest. I’m so lucky, she thought while listening to his heartbeat turn back to normal. Taking a deep breath, she managed to say these 3 words she had always dreamed of telling him. She was scared of his reaction, she knew it was probably impossible for him to say it back after all she’s done to him but she wanted to say it anyway.

“I love you…”

And silence.

That was what she was scared of and hated about him the most, his silence. She felt her heart break once again and closed her eyes to not cry… But then she heard him snore softly, his chest heaving. He probably didn’t even hear her saying it.

Of course he was tired… He was a man who loved his country and just came back from war. And she could wait for him forever.

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What’s your favorite season in “Sherlock” and “Supernatural” ???

My favorite Sherlock season is season 2, and believe it or not, I love season 1 of Supernatural the best. I love the entirety of both shows, but those are just my favorite.

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