#benedict cumberbatch x reader

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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