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.”
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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.
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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.”
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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
Hello my loves, I am so sorry for taking so long to post this. Life has been a little hectic but I am trying to get behind it all. I hope you enjoyed the chapter although it was not as exciting as last one. Thank you so much as always for the comments and the reblogs they mean the world to me and help my work so much!
“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.
Summary: When Euros entangles Y/N in her violent game of intellect, Sherlock must sacrifice something he never expected to care for. As he looks back upon what he will lose, he sees only the fragments of his shattered heart…
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Sherrinford, High Security Prison
“If you want her out of the game, you’ll have to burn her out of it.”
“Sister, please. I beg of you… don’t.”
Sherlock Holmes stood hunched before the monitor, his tone bleeding with desperation.
“I’m afraid this is non negotiable. It’s either her heart or her life. Choose one or I’ll have no choice but to take both. Of course, the bit about her heart won’t be in the metaphorical sense, you understand.”
A red light blared throughout the room and Jim Moriarty’s jives echoed off the walls. Sherlock’s fists clenched as he looked up at Euros’ sickly smile of triumph.
“I can’t… I won’t destroy everything we’ve built…” he whispered to himself. “Not like this.”
Doctor Watson placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Your sister is insatiable and that makes her dangerous,” he said in a low voice. “There’s more at stake here than just your pride. Soldiers, remember? Maybe you should-”
“Not now John! Don’t you see? I love her!”
Sherlock blanched at his own admission. Y/N was the light of his life and he couldn’t let Euros jeopardize that.
John’s jaw clenched as he stared back with a look of sorrow. “That’s exactly why you need to do it. You need to break her heart to save her life.”
Sherlock looked down at the mobile phone in his hand. As the seconds ticked by, his beloved Y/N came closer to her demise. Euros had set an assassin after her and unless he complied with his sister’s task, Y/N would face a swift death.
He felt a million passions ricocheting in his heart. There were no more tricks up his sleeve. Sherlock had to submit to his sister’s will or face the consequences.
“I won’t lose her…” he whispered. Taking a deep breath, Sherlock turned to John and nodded steadily. “Soldiers.”
With shaky hands, he dialled Y/N’s number and listened to the timbre of the rings.
He closed his eyes as the world spun around him, and his mind raced in reminiscence. Sherlock could suddenly see thousands of snapshots of the beautiful life which he was about to destroy…
***
“John, I’ve told you before, I haven’t the time for your little friend. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I have a case to solve!”
The doctor sighed and rubbed at his throbbing temple. “If you would just hear her out-”
Sherlock stepped over the coffee table and walked to the door. He made a point to swing it open with great emphasis. “Forgive me,” he said to the girl with a smile that was anything but polite. “But I am very busy. If you would kindly take your leave before-“
“It was the perfume, Mr Holmes.”
Sherlock paused at the girl’s quiet declaration. “Come again?” he asked, eyes narrowed.
Y/N cleared her throat. “The perfume,” she repeated. “The victim smelled of perfume the day her body was found.”
“I’m aware. Did you have a point?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Mrs Thewlis was allergic to Ethanol, the prime ingredient in perfume. She wouldn’t be wearing it unless someone forced her to.”
She crossed her arms as she continued on. “I asked Molly to run a toxicology test and the report came back positive. Traces of poison were found in Thewlis’ bloodstream, seemingly absorbed through her skin.”
She paused for effect. “My theory, Mr Holmes is that somebody sprayed the victim with a sort of chemical infused mist and that there was no murder weapon at the crime scene because the victim was wearing it the entire time!”
Sherlock said nothing. He simply observed the girl in curious silence before closing the door and walking towards her.
“You’re saying that somebody doused her perfume with poison?”
“Yes, Mr Holmes.”
“What’s your name?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Y/N.”
“Y/N,” he repeated to himself. “Well Y/N, congratulations on cracking your first case.”
Sherlock couldn’t wrap his head around it. How could this girl have possibly picked up on something that he had missed? Normally he’d have felt a wounded pride, a violent jealousy at her intellect, but strangely enough, he felt nothing. On the contrary, Sherlock was intrigued by her sharpness. He suddenly felt a burning desire to know more about her.
Sherlock was snapped back to attention by the sound of her voice. “I’m glad that I could be of assistance. Good day, Mr Holmes.” Y/N gave a curt nod as a means of farewell and was just about to leave the flat when she felt a hand on her wrist.
She turned around and saw the consulting detective. “Please,” he said, extending a gloved hand. “Call me Sherlock. Will you stay for tea?”
***
A soft amber light streamed in through the gossamer curtains of 221B Baker Street. The delicate London breeze danced in through the window, making the thin veils flutter.
Y/N hummed softly as the quaint disturbance roused her from her sleep. She tilted her head to the side and caught a glimpse of the time. 5:45 on a Friday morning. She felt movement to her right, and was suddenly exposed to the morning chill as her blanket was yanked away.
Turning on her side, Y/N was met by Sherlock’s sleeping frame. She gave a shiver and was just about to reprimand him for hoarding the covers when something struck her.
She drew a breath at the sight of him lying next to her. His tousled hair was pressed against the pillow, soft and unruly. His bare chest heaved in slow breaths, moving up and down steadily. His face was unmarred by the stress of his waking moments. Sherlock looked comfortable and at ease.
Though she had been waking up to this same sight every morning for the past few years, Y/N felt as though she were seeing him for the very first time whenever she caught him in these quiet moments of dawn.
She reached out to touch him just to prove to herself that he was more than a perfect illusion. Her hand lingered mere inches away when Sherlock spoke, his voice heavy with sleep. “You’re awake.”
“Yes, a chill woke me. Somebody was greedy with the covers…”
He opened his eyes and grinned. “How tragic.”
With a soft groan he shifted and pulled Y/N closer, wrapping an arm around her so that she lay with her head in the crook of his arm. She sighed contentedly and grazed his skin with her fingertips. Resting her palm against his chest, she felt the steady beat of his heart.
“What are you thinking?”
Y/N paused for a moment. “I’m thinking that this might be too good to be true.”
“You’re right,” Sherlock said, propping himself up on an elbow. He looked down at Y/N and smiled. “This is much too good to be true, but I would be a fool to question it.” With his free hand, Sherlock cupped the back of Y/N’s neck and brought her close to his upturned lips. “I’ll be damned if I let anything come between us. I swear to you, I’m not going anywhere.”
Sherlock finally kissed her. As the morning rays shone through the airy curtains, Y/N took comfort in the thought that their love was infinite.
***
Gone was the music.
A familiar burning sensation prickled at the back of her eyes, but still, Y/N denied herself the tears.
She sat quietly in Sherlock’s old armchair, staring at the bullet ridden wall.
“Yoo-hoo,” called a voice from the doorway. Y/N hardly stirred as Mrs Hudson came bustling in with a tray of tea and biscuits.
“Morning’ dearie, I brought you a cuppa’! I thought you might fancy a treat,” the kindly landlady said, forcing a cheery tone.
She took a look around the room and frowned at the gathering dust and drawn curtains. “It’s a bit gloomy in here, isn’t it?”
Grief had taken its toll since Sherlock’s fall, and Y/N was a transparent reflection of it. Her eyes were bloodshot and held an emptiness to them as she reflected within the abandoned flat, lost in her memories.
“It’s fine, really,” Y/N said a weakly.
Mrs Hudson’s gaze shifted. Y/N was wearing Sherlock’s old coat. A mahogany patch stained the collar. A reminder.
“It’s been two years, love. It’s time to let go.”
A glossy trail streamed down Y/N’s cheek, but still she smiled. “He’ll be back,” she said, her voice cracking. “He promised me that he wasn’t going anywhere. If I just wait here, I’m sure-”
“He’s not coming back,” Mrs Hudson said gently.
Y/N turned away. “I told him it was too good to be true.”
Mrs Hudson smiled sympathetically. “I’ll be downstairs, love.”
Y/N grabbed hold of her chair’s armrests and squeezed. She winced as a hot trail of tears slicked her cheeks.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Sherlock wasn’t supposed to have been on that rooftop. He wasn’t meant to leave her grieving.
He wasn’t supposed to be gone.
Perhaps Mrs Hudson was right. Maybe it was time to move on like John had. Y/N ran a hand through her hair and let out a shaky breath. She was just about to reach for her tea when she heard a loud crash and a scream come from downstairs.
“Mrs Hudson?” Y/N stood up in a panic and rushed downstairs, heart racing.
“Mrs Hudson!” she cried out.
Y/N found her landlady in the kitchen, shattered porcelain on the floor. “Are you alright?” she asked warily.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine. It was simply a mild shock.”
A chill ran up Y/N’s spine at the sound of that distantly familiar voice. It can’t be… she thought incredulously. Carefully, she turned her gaze upwards and noticed for the first time the man standing at the doorway.
“Hello,” he waved awkwardly.
Standing at the other end of the room was Sherlock Holmes.
Y/N stared as he shifted uncomfortably under her critical gaze. Dressed in his signature trench coat and dress pants, he looked the same as the day she had lost him.
“New coat?” she asked, stunned.
Sherlock cleared his throat. “Yes, actually. Unlike yours, I suppose. I see you held onto the old one…” He looked to the floor. “it… well, it suits you, mind the gore.”
Y/N ignored his attempt at humour. “You’re back,” she whispered.
When he looked back at her, his eyes glistened. “How could you expect me to stay away?”
***
“You can’t be serious!”
“I swear it’s true!”
Y/N listened carefully from the hall as John, Mary, and Greg conferred in 221B. From what she could hear, they were talking about her and Sherlock. Though it had been months since they had reunited, the pangs of lost love still inflamed their passions.
“He actually said that to you? Those exact words?”
Y/N frowned at the excitement in Mary’s tone as she grilled John on something that Sherlock had allegedly told him. John laughed and Y/N peeked through the crack in the door to catch him kiss his wife lightly on the nose.
“Those exact words,” he affirmed softly. “Sherlock is thinking of proposing marriage to Y/N.”
Y/N let out a small gasp and clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her surprise. She blinked as a wave of emotions crossed through her. Marriage? Sherlock? These two words were foreign in the same sentence and she had to take a breath to contain herself.
“Bloody hell…” she heard Lestrade mutter from the flat. “Our boy’s found it,” he said softly. “He’s found his heart.”
“Keep your voice down!” John whispered sharply. “Y/N will be here any minute, and she can’t know!”
Y/N stepped back and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes. She felt her heart race and couldn’t stop smiling. Sherlock Holmes, the man that she adored more than she ever imagined she could, was on the verge of proposing to her.
“Sneaking about, are we?“
Y/N gave a start when she opened her eyes and saw Sherlock standing before her, brow upturned.
She straightened herself and smiled nervously. “I was just about to head inside.”
“Is that why you’re lurking just outside the flat, plastered against the wall?” Sherlock asked sarcastically.
Y/N shrugged, not knowing what to say. Just at that moment though, Greg opened the door to meet them.
“Oi, we could hear you gabbing out here. Are you coming in or what? We’ve been expecting you.”
Sherlock peered past the Detective Inspector’s shoulder and found John and Mary grinning guiltily inside. His lips twitched in a hidden smile as he deduced what exactly was happening. “Yes,” he said slowly. “We’ll be right there.”
When Greg stepped back inside, Sherlock turned to Y/N. “You haven’t been eavesdropping on others’ conversations, have you?” he asked sweetly.
She looked at at him in feigned shock. “I would never!”
Sherlock studied her, his smile growing as he regarded the charming glint in her eyes. In that moment, he caught flashes of a future with her. Since they had met, Sherlock had reimagined his previous notions of the dullness of domesticity. Though marriage had once seemed a burden to him, Y/N had changed that, and Sherlock knew that nothing would be grander than a quaint life by her side.
“What have I done to deserve you?” he asked softly. Y/N watched as Sherlock pressed her gently against the wall, and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the crown of her head before leaning forwards and grazing the shell of her ear. “I love you,” he whispered delicately. Sherlock closed his eyes and whispered again, “I love you.”
***
Sherrinford, High Security Prison
“Hello?”
Sherlock’s eyes snapped open. He scanned the room, disoriented. He had felt safe for a moment, caught in remembrance, but the sterility of Sherrinford’s cell had cut through the dream.
He caught a flash of Euros frowning from the monitor and looked back to find John standing solemnly behind him. Y/N’s voice blared from hidden speakers. Nothing had changed.
“Hello?”
Sherlock drew a breath at the familiarity of the voice on the other end of the line. His task became clear once more. He pinched the bridge of his nose and gulped.
“Hello love,” he said, his tone strained.
Red lights flashed in warning and Sherlock looked up. “This isn’t a social call,” Euros said icily. “Don’t try and mitigate the blow with pet names. It’s her heart or her life Sherlock, I think I’ve made that clear.”
A pang of alarm shot through him. There was no way out.
“Sherlock, is that you?” Y/N asked from the other end of the line. “Are you alright?”
Sherlock walked to one of the cell’s walls and leaned an arm against it, seeking purchase. He thought of Euros’ hire, trigger finger itching for a clean shot.
“Sherlock?” she called again. “Can you hear me?”
Sherlock needed to burn her out of his story. "I pray you’ll forgive me…” he whispered to himself. Standing tall, he straightened his collar and detached himself from the warmth that Y/N had inspired in him throughout all their years. Sherlock Holmes became ice.
“Y/N?” he said. “I need you to listen to me.”
“I’m listening,” she said uncertainly.
Red lights flashed and Moriarity’s malarkey reigned.
“About us,” Sherlock continued, “We’ve come far.”
Y/N laughed. “You called to talk about us?What’s this-”
"Don’t interrupt,” he said curtly. “I need to fix this.”
There was a moment of silence before Y/N responded. “What are you saying?” she asked slowly.
"I mean to say that I’m ending this. Our experiment.”
“Experiment?” she scoffed.
Sherlock’s voice was brisk and steady, devoid of feeling. "Indeed. You see, our relationship was was only ever a simulation of sentiment. A psychological examination. A game of science.”
He could hear Y/N’s breath hitch and he clenched his fist in guilt. He was slowly approaching the end.
“It’s all been a rouse,” he said tensely. “ A clever experiment to test the naivety of the human mind, and you Y/N, were the ideal subject. Insecure, wide-eyed, and unduly retentive; you were foolishly loyal to a man that never cared, and it has proved your undoing.”
Sherlock waited for Y/N to hang up the phone. To curse him or yell obscenities from the receiver. He waited for her anger, silently praying she would cut him off. It was the only way Euros would spare her, and Y/N’s acrimony against him was well worth her life.
She said nothing.
Subconscious sirens hammered in his mind. Sherlock couldn’t know for sure if she had believed him. He had to push harder. “ You’re nothing more than a failed enterprise,” he said sharply. He heard his voice rise until he was sure he sounded near hysterics. “ You have nothing left to offer, so I implore you to leave me be!”
Silence dragged on until Sherlock finally heard Y/N sniff. She let out a shaky breath and spoke. “Sherlock,” she began softly. “I’m not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you can’t expect me to believe a word of what you just said.”
no. no. no. no. no…
Sherlock shook his head furiously. She wasn’t supposed to be kind. She was meant to be hurt.
Y/N gave an unsettled laugh before continuing. “I love you, Sherlock,” she whispered. “I love—”
Shattered glass and silence.
Sherlock collapsed to his knees. “Y/N?” he asked gently. A shiver ran up his spine at the blackout stillness. “Y/N!” he cried out. His hands trembled in horror and bile rose in his throat. It isn’t so… he thought. it can’t be so…
“I’m afraid you’re out of luck, brother.” Euros said softly.
Sherlock looked up at his sister, his eyes bloodshot.
She cocked her head to the side, feigning sympathy. “You failed,” she said simply. “Let’s move on, shall we?” The screen went dark and the cell lit up with crimson light.
Sherlock stayed abased, kneeling on the cold flooring. A damp heat trailed down his cheeks, but he made no move to wipe it away. He thought of Y/N. He thought of her smile. Her laugh. Her silence.
He thought of their thousands of moments past and the finality of her fall.
I FINISHED IT! I FINALLY FINISHED IT! THIS CURSED FIC HAD BEEN TRAPPED IN MY NOTES SINCE THE SUMMER BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!!
Hey you guys!!! What’s going on??? This fic is veryheavy on the whole Molly x Sherlock ordeal back in Sherrinford, so I hope that’s something you’re into! I just thought it would be cool to write about snapshots from Sherlock and Y/N’s relationship, soooo yeah! Thanks for reading!!!!
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Summary: When Sherlock blows off his Valentine’s plans with Y/N, she’s just about ready to give up on their relationship and move on. It isn’t until she receives a text from the consulting detective that she decides to hold off on the impulse and give him one last chance.
Will Sherlock Holmes have enough heart to save the day?
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“Good morning, John!”
Doctor Watson looked up from his spot at the kitchen table and smiled. “Good morning, Y/N,” he said kindly. “Big day?”
She looked down at herself and shrugged. “Something like that.”
It was the morning of February fourteenth in London, and the city was buzzing with lovesick couples rushing about for last minute gifts and tokens. Y/N had stopped by 221B Baker Street to visit Sherlock for the occasion.
It was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple and she couldn’t wait to celebrate it with the man that she loved. She had dressed in her finest clothes and picked up a platter of muffins from the café next door.
“JOHN! HAVE YOU SEEN MY HEART ANYWHERE?” a voice called out from down the hall.
John and Y/N turned their heads as Sherlock entered the room, dressed in a suit and his signature coat and scarf.
“Have I seen your heart?” John asked slowly.
Sherlock tossed his scarf on the table, narrowly missing the platter of treats that Y/N had placed down earlier. “Yes, heart! You’re a doctor for goodness sake! You know, the thing that pumps blood, and-”
John took a breath and rubbed his temples, gingerly. “Yes. I’m well aware of what a heart is as well as its physiological function, but I don’t understand the context of your question!”
“It’s imperative that I find the organ before noon!” Sherlock scowled. He threw his hands up in the air and pushed past Y/N, not bothering to say hello. “Mrs Hudson!” he cried out, disappearing out the door once more.
Y/N sighed and perched on the edge of the kitchen counter. She should have seen this coming. Sherlock was always so preoccupied with his work that he often forgot about her.
John smiled at her sympathetically. “It’s fitting that he look for a heart today of all days,” he said.
Y/N nodded and crossed her arms. “Most would argue that he hasn’t got one.”
“You don’t mean that,” John said, reaching for a muffin.
Y/N swatted his hand away. “I really don’t,” she admitted. “I think he has the biggest heart out of all of us. He’s just a bit unconventional in how he shows it.”
Before John could respond, his mobile buzzed. He checked the notification and frowned. “You’re not going to like this,” he said.
Y/N pursed her lips and motioned for him to carry on.
“It’s Sherlock,” John continued, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “He’s left for the police station on a homicide case. He just messaged me to meet him there.”
Y/N let out a groan. Today was supposed to be special. She had planned for them to spend Valentine’s together and instead, Sherlock had run off to bond with a corpse and a killer.
“That’s fine, John,” she said. “I’ll just head home then.”
Doctor Watson nodded, then stood up and gave one last meaningful glance at the muffins which Y/N had brought for Sherlock. She leaned forwards and pushed the platter closer to him. “Be my guest,” she said, defeated.
John smiled sheepishly, snagged a muffin, and rushed out the door, waving goodbye behind his shoulder.
Y/N winced when the door locked behind him. It seemed like she would be spending Valentine’s Day on her own.
***
Y/N surfed through the channels of her telly, her grip on the remote tightening with every romcom and couple’s programming that flashed by. She had waited the entire day for Sherlock to contact her, but the sky had since darkened and she had yet to hear a word from his end.
She was just about to head to bed when her mobile buzzed.
Baker Street
Will you come?
S.H.
Y/N pursed her lips at the hesitance in Sherlock’s text. Usually, his messages were orders, not suggestions. He knew that he had done wrong, she was sure of it. She took a breath and typed back a response.
I’m not sure if I can.
Y/N waited a moment before receiving a reply.
Please?
S.H.
Please…That was all it took for her to fall for the consulting detective all over again. The entire day, she had been thinking of ending their relationship for good. Shifting back to the safety of an unlikely friendship. But with only a few texts, she knew that she couldn’t. Sherlock Holmes might have been the coarsest man in London, but he was hers.
I’ll be there.
Though she hated to admit it, Y/N was excited to see the consulting detective. Not wasting another minute, she grabbed her coat and raced out the door of her flat.
***
Sherlock tapped his foot nervously and checked his watch for the third time. Y/N was late. He gripped a fresh bunch of roses in his hand and winced when a thorn nicked his skin.
“It’s your own fault, you know,” John murmured from behind a newspaper.
Sherlock turned to his flatmate and scowled. “Though I appreciate your remark John, perhaps you can keep all further comments to yourself!”
The Doctor tossed his paper onto the table by his armchair and leaned forwards, eyes on Sherlock. “The poor girl has been waiting the whole day,” he said slowly. “The only reason you even invited her back to the flat is because I reminded you that today was Valentine’s Day.”
Sherlock held John’s gaze for a moment before finally looking downwards. “You’re right,” he said softly. “I’m a fool.” He scrubbed a hand down his face and tossed the flowers to the floor, kicking them away with contempt. “I’ve lost her,” he lamented, walking towards the window. “How could I have been so careless?”
“I find myself asking the same question most days. About you being careless, that is.”
Sherlock turned around and saw Y/N leaning against the flat’s doorway, a tight smile on her face.
“You came,” he said breathlessly.
“I almost didn’t,” she admitted.
Sherlock felt a pang of guilt course through him. “I’m glad you changed your mind.”
Y/N approached him, her arms crossed. When he leaned forwards to kiss her, she gave him her cheek.
“I suppose I deserve that,” he muttered, shooting a glare at John when he heard the Doctor chortle at the snub.
“You really do,” Y/N scoffed. She studied Sherlock, taking in his crisp suit and windblown hair. “Why am I here?” she asked. “You were too busy to see me for all of the fourteenth, but suddenly decided to ask me over in the dead of night?”
Sherlock shifted on his feet, not quite knowing what to say. “I’ve done wrong,” he said finally. He took Y/N’s hand in his own and looked her directly in the eyes. “And I’m not just talking about today.”
She quirked a brow, waiting for him to continue.
“I’ve always put you second,” he said. “I cast you to the sidelines in place of my work, and I’m sorry.” He put a hand on her cheek, his eyes flicking down towards her lips. “Truly, I’m sorry.”
Y/N smiled and kissed him lightly. “I forgive you,” she whispered. In truth, she had already decided to let it go. Though his behavior did hurt her sometimes, she knew that in the grander scheme of things, Sherlock was doing the city a service by solving the mysteries that nobody else could.
“Oh yes, before I forget!” Sherlock blurted out, bending down on a knee. “These are for you!” Y/N watched as he picked up a grungy bunch of flowers from the floor, the petals curled and limp.
Sherlock’s face lit up as he presented the offering to her. His eyes crinkled from his wide smile and glinted proudly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” he said. “I picked these myself.”
“He really did,” John affirmed. “They’re roses from the garden patch where the victim was found buried earlier today.”
Y/N accepted the flowers carefully. “They’re lovely,” she said hesitantly. When she glanced back up at Sherlock, she couldn’t help but beam at the pleased expression on his face.
He winked at her then offered out his arm, gesturing for her to grab hold of him. “I may have failed you earlier today, but I plan on fixing that,” he said. “How would you like to join me on a stroll about the city?”
Y/N gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “I don’t know Sherlock, you have a lot to make up for,” she teased.
He leaned forwards and kissed her. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead against her own and grinned. “Then we have no time to waste,” he whispered.
As Valentine’s day drew to a close, Sherlock Holmes and Y/N began their adventure, leaving Baker Street in one another’s arms.
I don’t think Sherlock would be the best Valentine’s date :)
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Summary: Sherlock has always had bad ideas… but this one is just ridiculous. After a spider bite renders the consulting detective unconscious, Y/N has to deal with her partner’s carelessness.
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“I don’t think this is a good idea…”
Sherlock turned to Y/N and grinned. “Well, it’s not the worst, either. How else will we substantiate the accused’s defence?”
“Allow me to rephrase,” Y/N began tensely. “This is by far the most ludicrous idea that you’ve ever had! And that’s saying a lot for you, Sherlock Holmes!”
“It’s perfectly sane,” he assured. “Even so, ludicrosity is the essence of methodical study!”
Sherlock and Y/N stood in St Bartholomew’s Hospital laboratory as they investigated their latest case which John had already dubbed ‘The Spider’s Web’. A woman, accused of killing her neighbour denied the charge, pleading innocent after an alleged spider bite incapacitated her throughout the thirty minutes in which the murder was surmised to have occurred.
Now, Sherlock and Y/N hovered over an illuminated examination table, where the case’s greatest piece of evidence awaited testing… the spider.
Y/N looked down at the arachnid crawling in the mason jar and cringed. “What are you trying to prove here, Sherlock?” she asked. “That you’re a reckless investigator with an unhealthy disregard for his own safety? We already know that!”
Sherlock looked up at her and quirked a brow, unimpressed. “If the spider bites me, and I blackout for a half hour, we’ll be able to prove the accused’s story. If I’m completely unaffected, we’ll know she’s lying and the Crown prosecutor can present my findings in court. Really Y/N, keep up.”
“Couldn’t we just ask Molly to run a toxicology test?”
“I like to be thorough,” Sherlock shrugged.
“You like to be showy is what you mean…” Y/N mumbled to herself.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Sherlock gave one last pointed look before pulling out a pocket watch and handing it to Y/N. “The moment I show any signs of wooziness or sickness after the bite, I need you to start taking time. Thirty minutes, Y/N. Remember that.”
“Sherlock, this is so dangerous!”
“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “I’ve done my research and gone through the preliminary analyses. I am absolutely convinced that nothing will happen. The accused is clearly lying, I know that to be a fact!”
“What if something does happen?” Y/N pressed.
“I’m never wrong,” Sherlock insisted. “At worst, It’ll be a small nip. I’m sure of it.”
Y/N rubbed a hand down her face and sighed in defeat. “Alright Sherlock. If you’re sure.”
“I’m positive.”
Y/N gestured towards the waiting spider and looked at Sherlock deliberately. “Go ahead,” she invited.
He made a move towards the mason jar but stopped short. “No kiss for good luck?” he inquired.
“I thought you said that nothing would happen.”
“Well yes, but it would be nice.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes and Sherlock stifled a laugh. “No, you’re right,” he said. “You’ll owe me a kiss after I prove you wrong, and show you that this experiment is completely safe. The accused is guilty and her story is nothing more than a rouse.”
Flashing Y/N a self-assured grin, Sherlock carefully shrugged off his coat and rolled up the sleeve of his dress shirt. Y/N watched as he lifted the mason jar to eye’s length and squinted at the small creature inside. “It’s nothing more than a common house spider,” he said surely. “It could hardly incapacitate a fly, let alone the likes of me.” He lifted his other arm and dipped the jar above it, gently forcing the spider out. “Do your worst, old friend,” he whispered to the arachnid.
Y/N clasped onto the pocket watch tightly as the spider crawled the length of Sherlock’s arm. “Why isn’t it biting you?” she whispered. “I don’t suppose it’s agitated,” Sherlock whispered back.
Y/N tapped her foot, growing impatient. “Perhaps you should agitate it.” she said snidely.
“You’re beginning to agitate me, Y/N,” he retorted. “Perhaps you’ll have the same effect on the spider.”
Y/N smacked his arm playfully, giving him a jolt. It was there that the spider decided to bite.
“Ouch!” he cried sharply. “That’s curious. I wasn’t expecting such a sting.”
Y/N bit her lip and watched as Sherlock shooed the spider back into the mason jar. He was uncharacteristically quiet as he did so.
They waited a few minutes, but there was no obvious reaction. “How long has passed since the bite?” Sherlock finally asked. Y/N checked the time. “Five minutes and thirty seconds.”
He smirked. “Now you see darling,” he began smugly. “I told you that nothing would happen. As the world’s greatest consulting detective, I’m too apt for mistakes! In fact…”
Sherlock hadn’t finished his thought when his speech slurred and he stumbled back a step.
“Sherlock?” Y/N called warily. His knees buckled and Y/N reached out an arm to catch his tall frame. “Perhaps it wasn’t a simple house spider…” he mumbled. She wrapped her arms around him and gently lowered him to the floor.
“Oh no,” Sherlock moaned jaggedly. “Y/N, this can’t be happening! What have I done? All my life, I- I—”
Y/N dropped to her knees and held his head against her chest. “What is it, Sherlock? Does it hurt badly?”
“No,” he said weakly, his eyelids fluttering. “It’s much worse than physical pain, I’m afraid.”
Y/N felt a wave of panic course through her. “Don’t tell me it’s lethal!” she cried out. “Is this going to kill you? Are you going to die?”
“Not lethal,” he affirmed faintly. “I just can’t believe I was wrong. I’m never wrong…”
With that, the consulting detective closed his eyes. Y/N stared down at him incredulously as he began to snore softly. It wasn’t the spider’s venom that he was worried about. It was the fact that he had made a mistake!
Y/N rolled her eyes at his ego. “You’re an idiot,” she said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “But you’re mine, I suppose.” With the unconscious consulting detective resting on her lap, Y/N reached for her mobile and dialed John’s number.
“Doctor Watson here.”
“Hello John,” Y/N began. “Are you still near St Bart’s?”
“Yes, of course. Sherlock told me to stay on standby, though I’m not quite sure why.”
“It seems he’s a bit lethargic… knocked out cold, really.”
“Is he wounded?” John asked anxiously.
Y/N spared a glance at Sherlock and smiled at his unruly curls. “Yes John, he’s been wounded. Though it’s not what you think.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s mostly an injury to his pride.”
John sighed on the other end of the line. “I think I understand. Stupid experiment gone wrong?” he asked causally.
“Does he conduct any other kind?” Y/N replied with a laugh.
“On my way.”
Y/N tucked her phone away and looked at Sherlock still lying on her lap. “The wounded detective,” she mused. “This could have been easily avoided.” She watched his deep breaths and though she wanted to be annoyed at his stubbornness, she couldn’t find it in herself to reprimand him. It was as she had said before. Sherlock Holmes may have been careless, pompous, and snide; but he was hers.
“I know you can’t hear me,” Y/N teased. “But I think the accused is innocent…”
Sherlock’s light snoring was his only reply, and Y/N giggled. “Sweet dreams,” she whispered. “Is it too late to tell you not to let the bedbugs bite?”
This was a weird one I’ll admit, and it was scarring. Just writing this fic made me itchy and yeah-no. I really hate spiders. Ack, I’m actually cringing… WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF??? Okay, now I’m genuinely scared, I’m checking every corner of my room just in case…
Oh, as for the title… arraignment and araña, get it???? Okay, no direct relation BUT law and spiders are kind of the theme for the fic sooo…
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requested by: anon warnings: violence, swearing, some description of injuries but nothing major this is a soulmate!au with the whole colour shebang thing. monochrome vision to colour after meeting your soulmate kinda shit. enjoy <3
You threw up your hands, creating a barrier between yourself and the crumbling structure of what used to be a clocktower. The force of the falling rubble made you grit your teeth, but wasn’t anything too uncomfortable for you to handle. With a defiant shove, you pushed the barrier upward, following behind before flying to the man behind it all. He, like all things, was in shades of white and black. His costume was pretty plain, compared to some of the ‘interesting’ designs you’d come across. Not like you could talk, your suit was made of a bullet, fire and weather proof polymer, with a cape to aid in aerodynamics. Your best friend by day and tech/super hero stylist by night had designed it and may have illegally stolen the material from her lab at Stark Industries. Your mask covered the majority of your face, only your mouth was exposed.
You had specified to her that the costume be black and white, as she (unlike you) had found her soulmate. Jenny was absolutely delightful and now the two of them could see the full range of colours that filled the lives of those lucky enough to find their other half. Meaning they were what stood between your costume looking ridiculous or badass.
“You’ll never defeat the likes of CORRUPTION CLAW!” He declared from his perch on the nearby building, his nefarious tech surrounding him, most of it actually stolen from the man of Iron, but you couldn’t tell Corruption Claw that. “There’s no point in trying to stop me, I’ve already won!” He cackled.
With a roll of your eyes, you sent a strong blast of energy towards him. He ducked to safety, but his tech was obliterated to the point that it was laughable.
You landed on the platform, lifting the man by his costume’s collar like a sack of potatoes, he tried to fight back, going as far as to spit in your face. You remained unfazed, while your best friend was screaming profanities at Corruption Claw down the comm line. Most of their words being about how the spitting was highly unhygienic. He tilted his head back, to do it again. But you slammed your forehead into his face, his nose making a satisfying crunch before he started wailing.
“AH FUCKING HELL! I think you broke my nose!”
“I’m sure the medical staff at the prison you’ll be sent to will be able to sort that out for you.” You reply, starting to drag him of the platform to deliver him to the proper authorities. But his sudden laughter that reminded you of the creepy children in every horror movie made you freeze. “What?”
“You didn’t think I had a contingency plan did you?”
“Wha—” But his contingency rammed it’s into your chest, sending you flying through the air. The head of the missile pushing you further and further away from Corruption Claw. Who by now was most likely making a dastardly escape. After the initial shock of being hit by a literal missile wore off, you composed yourself and attempted to change it’s direction. Using all your strength, the missile started to get higher into the atmosphere. But what you didn’t take into consideration was the possibility that it had a countdown to detonation.
The force of the detonation and shrapnel that speared itself into your body sent you hurling from the sky unconscious. Your body spun as it hurled towards the ground, but as your imminent impact with the ground raced towards your body, you regained just enough control to direct yourself through the roof of some manor and through the first two floors before stopping at what was most likely the ground floor. You were aware of the crater that your impact had made on the flooring, in the future you would cringe when thinking how much it would cost to fix it.
Groaning, you managed to pull yourself up, but couldn’t manage to fly out of there. Your mask had been partially wrecked in the explosion, half of it now only remained, deciding that it was of no use now you pulled it off your face. Your ribcage felt as if someone had tried to use it as a xylophone. So you had to settle for uneasy staggering with a large side of pained grunts. You had managed to move about a foot away from your crater before you heard flaps from the upper levels. In your dazed confusion, it hadn’t occurred to you that someone might be home. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to explain to the owner why they now had a multi level skylight and designer superhero shaped hole in their floor. But then the realisation that it might have been Corruption Claw hit you and you spun around, mustering the most heroic face you could.
Only to be met with a floating cape. Confusion took hold of you once more, your defensive stance slackening in awe of the cape. You couldn’t explain it, but it seemed almost sentient. You tilted your head to the side, the collar of the cape copied the action simultaneously. It was incredibly unprofessional but you couldn’t help but giggle at it. Rather than seeing it as a threat it sort of reminded you of a puppy. You extended your arm to touch the fabric, but before your gloved fingers could make contact, you were thrown into the wall by a grey glow. And then a strangely clothed man, who was now cloaked by the sentient accessory floats down. Strange glowing symbols surrounded him, his stance was on the offensive, ready to attack her. He was rather attractive if she had to admit it to herself, she quite liked his goatee, but in that moment her attention wasn’t exactly focused on his facial grooming.
“Who are you and what business do you have here?” He demanded to know, his tone unflinchingly threatening. You raised an eyebrow, not that impressed with his whole aesthetic he had going on.
“Okay, Mr Glowy Lights. I just got thrown out of the sky by a literal missile so I’m not really interested in your whole thing you got going.” He too didn’t look impressed by your response, the symbols intensifying, his hands began twirling, the symbols beginning to morph with the movement of his hands. Groaning out of annoyance you prepared to fight back, not able to keep a pained gasp quiet in front of the wizard man guy.
Then suddenly he was on top of you, the pair of you cursed at the sudden collision. It was then that you realised your movement was restricted by some unknown force. It had you in a deadlock against the owner of the manor, uncomfortably close you would specify. As you tried to break free you noticed that the man’s cloak was what had them wrapped together, but from the look on his face, he hadn’t planned on it to do this. It was almost funny, and you couldn’t help but have a ghost of a smile on your face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, just that you don’t have control of your accessories…”
“The Cloak of Levitation is notan accessory.”
“Sure, buddy. If you know so much about it, why don’t you make it unwrap us?” His silence not only proved your statement, but was oh, so satisfying. The frown on the stranger’s face was almost adorably grumpy.
“I knew it! Okay, why don’t you try to move your arm so I can—” You began to advise, but were interrupted by his forehead smacking into your own rather harshly. Swearing loudly, you couldn’t help but close your eyes due to the sudden pain. But were taken off guard by the guy’s strangled gasp. Opening them slightly, your own gasp escaped your lips.
There were so many, more than you thought was possible. You had always been told by your parents that colours had an almost infinite amount, but you had always thought they had just sat it to make you more determined to find your soulmate…The wizard. Looking up into his eyes, they were beautiful, you didn’t know what the colour was called, but it was possibly your favourite. His hair was dark, with the sides partially greying. You quickly studied all his features, wanting to know everything about him as an unbridled joy filled your being.
“Who are you?” You asked after realising you still didn’t know his name.
“Doctor Strange.”
“Your really going to give me your alter ego?”
“No—I’m—My last name is Strange and I’m a doctor.”
“Okay…” You chuckled, he too chuckled, it was something you would make sure to hear every day from that moment. You then realised that the cape hadn’t been holding you together anymore, but he and you hadn’t noticed while being lost in each other’s presence. “Looks like your ‘Cloak of Levitation’ is a really good wingman.”
“Why did you use air quotes?”
“Hmm?”
“You used air quotes when calling it the Cloak of Levitation.”
“Seems like a weird name for a cape. It looks more like a Bob to me.”
“You did not just name the Cloak of Levitation Bob!” You shrugged your shoulders, his face was twisted in a look of annoyance in bewilderment. Taking a step back, the world suddenly went sideways and the burrito you’d had for breakfast started to head back up your oesophagus. Before you hit the ground, his arms caught you, leaving you in a pose that felt like it was straight out of a 90’s rom-com. “I think you might have a concussion. I don’t think you should leave just yet.”
“Are you trying to keep me here, Doctor?” You flirted and batted your eyes at your soulmate, still quietly marvelling at all the colours that you now got to experience thanks to him.
“Stephen. And… partially. I still have to honour the Hippocratic oath, it’s just a coincidence that you happen to be my soulmate.” He explained nonchalantly yet had a smirk growing on his face. Your face gradually came closer to his, your eyes almost exclusively focused on his lips. Just as they were about to connect a familiar voice caused you and Stephen to part.
“Um, hello? Are you there? You’ve been radio silent for a while. And if your suit is ruined in any way I’M GOING TO REACH DOWN THE COMM AND CHOKE YOU OUT BECAUSE THAT MATERIAL IS WORTH ABOUT A ZILLION DOLLARS AND I DID NOT COMMIT A FELONY FOR YOU TO GET IT BLOWN UP!” You almost pulled the comm out of your ear, they were so loud at the other end. Their threat sent a chill up your spine, as you knew they would follow through if the suit had been ruined. But thankfully, the shrapnel, explosion and falling through two levels of flooring had only lead to some slight tearing.
“Uh, yeah I’m fine by the way and so’s the suit.”
“I SWEAR I’M GONNA MURDE—Cool, why the silence then?” You couldn’t help but glance at Stephan after the question, he smiled at you but he looked painfully awkward. Had probably overheard the entire thing.
“Let’s just say I got a little tied up.” You replied, eyes connecting with Stephen’s, and couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t wait to get to know more about him. And by the look on his face, he wanted the same thing too.
Summary: Stephen colours you in the deepest shades of desire.
Warning: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 1.6k
a/n:. Requests are open.
Calmly, the rain tapped against the windows of the apartment. Vibrant light poured into the flat and kissed the features. His hands vanished under your hoodie. Lights flickered. The responsibilities were forgotten; the books were closed and the only sign that you were once sitting at the table was the monitor lighting up a part of the living room.
Stephen guided you away from the table, ignoring the slowly dying protests. The words full of responsibility no longer escaped, muffled by his soft lips. You lost yourself in the depths of his intense gaze, struggling for breath, searching for support even though you knew Stephen would never let you fall to the floor.
The long coat once resting on his shoulders slid to the ground, followed by the shoes and the suit jacket in dark tones. The minute Stephen stepped into the flat, he knew at once you still hadn’t left your spot at the table. You had rejected his offer to watch a movie, aware you had to finish the project, but the second his lips tenderly caressed your neck, the burden faded from your mind. His heavy breath collided with your flesh, conjuring goosebumps over your skin, sliding down your body in the shape of waves, unstoppable by any dam of the world.
You returned his gaze as the darkness disappeared. You saw him clearly, the man who towered high above you, the man your heart was longing for. Desire and hunger were in his gaze. His hands melted into your skin and your body turned to liquid gold and all the sorrow, all the pain, departed and dared not return. Unintelligibility came over his lips. His voice was unusually rough and when you closed your eyes and listened to the voice, you were sure it could not be Stephen speaking to you, but a stranger. Stephen’s masculine smell clouded your senses.
Without noticing, Stephen guided you through the flat. His gaze was sharp and walked towards the closed door leading into the bedroom. Stephen’s fingers clawed harder into your skin as his lips caressed your shoulder, wandering up the side of your neck. An indignant sound wanted to escape you, felt his hand, the warmth disappeared but before a complaint could reach his ears, you heard the sound of an opening door and immediately you understood what had happened.
“I love you.” Stephen breathed out of breath between the feather-light kisses he placed on the way up your neck, leaving a wet path behind.
The kisses began to tingle and suddenly he elicited a soft giggle from you, but it was quickly swallowed by an unstoppable moan as he caressed the sweet spot of your neck with his lips.
You whispered his name as if you were praying to a deity. You felt a widening grin forming on his lips, had closed your eyes in pleasure. Deeper, Stephen led you into the shared bedroom, knowing the way by heart, not wasting a moment with closing the door, passing the wardrobe and heading straight for the made bed, almost tripping but catching himself quickly, not falling over the small pile of clothing by his side of the bed.
The last pieces of clothing slid to the floor and his long fingers played with the hem of your shorts. A cold shiver danced down your spine as the cold wind kissed your skin but the warmth his body radiated banished the bumps.
The bed creaked softly and the mattress gave way under your weight. The fingers of his right hand traced the contours of your face and brushed the loose strand of hair away, behind your ear.
Stephen breathed a kiss full of passion on your lips and saw the marks appearing on the side of your neck. Your trembling fingers clutched the buttons of his shirt, undoing one button after the other, feeling his eyes burn into your flesh and wandering down your body. His muscles tensed. Your name escaped him over and over again. It was a serenade, an unforgettable melody of love and adoration. Accidently you rolled your hips against him and a growl, thunder and lightning escaped his throat. The kiss was soft, delicate, breath-taking, unforgettable.
Air no longer filled your lungs. Soft moans filled the room as his clothed manhood grew under your accidental touch. Your cheeks were heated. Stephen’s hands roamed your body, his fingers hid under the warm material, lifted the hoodie and tossed it away into the far corner of the room. Stephen didn’t bother with questions, knew exactly what you desired, your deepest wishes, saw the longing in the look in your eyes.
Your mind was clouded yet you saw sharply, his face, the serene smile spreading on his features, kissed by the light of the moon pouring through the wide and narrow windows flanked by curtains. His chest was moving unevenly and his breathing was hoarse. The button-down was gone, followed by his trousers matching the rest of the suit. Why Stephen had left the flat you no longer could remember, but you knew it was important. His fingers coloured your body in the shades of love.
Coldness journeyed down your spine and his keen eyes witnessed the unconcealable unevenness on your skin. A low scream echoed across the room. You closed your eyes as you felt his tongue softly licking your right nipple after he placed a kiss full of passion on your flesh. His fingers played with the neglected nipple, took it between thumb and index finger and saw how you turned to liquid gold under his touch. Again and again, his tongue flickered over the unevenness and suddenly the warmth vanished and returned. Your fingers clawed in the depths of his hair, trying to force him to rise, to kiss you, to spread warmth and love but he didn’t listen to your pleading voice and continued to leave a trail of wet kisses on your body as he travelled further down.
His hands followed his lips, touched your lovely body and stopped at the sides of your underwear. Featherlight kisses his lips placed on your skin. Searching for friction, you rolled your hips, but your skin didn’t collide with your lover. Stephen’s hands pressed you into the mattress, forbidding you to dare to move again.
He pumped the shaft of his manhood, spreading wetness and delight. Your gaze moved up and down, unable to keep your eyes from darting down to the middle of his body, and you gulped noticeably. Gently he grabs you by your hips, his thumbs caress your sides as he pushes you closer to him and then suddenly his grip tightens. A soft plea escaped your lips, but your lover didn’t answer. His breath collided with your core. He placed a featherlight kiss over your panties and his fingers remove the dark underwear in one swift motion. Stephen spread you open with his thumbs, brushes over your entrance with a widening grin.
“See how wet you are, my darling,” said Stephen teasingly.
In the barely prevailing light, Stephen presented what he had done to you, knowing he hadn’t properly touched you yet. Grateful for the darkness you lower your gaze, you were nevertheless sure he had certainly seen the expression in your eyes. A translucent circle formed beneath you. You moan, unable to hold it back any longer as he carefully pushes his finger into your depths. His fingers disappeared and came back into the light, was slow and careful, ignoring the words crossing your mind, letting his thumb circle in slower getting circles over your clit. He flicked your clit with his tongue and you moaned in delight, and he smirked as he saw the effect, he had on you. He pulls your hips against him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his broad chest.
Stephen whispered your name in a moan as you rolled your hips. Suddenly the warmth faded away and a low scream muffled by your lips dared to escape as he pushes into your wet core, had rubbed the head into your entrance. Small whining whimpers leave your mouth as you arch your back. He rolls his hips, stretches you, hitting your tender spot over and over again. Praising words slipped after curses and words full of adoration. The sound of skin slapping and creaking of the bed roared and echoed in the apartment. Mist was rising and clouds clouded your mind. Rolling your eyes back a soft prayer resounded.
“I’m going to cum.” you whisper, no longer able to hold back.
The words didn’t need to escape your throat, Stephen felt it, felt how your walls tightened around his manhood. He was breathing heavily and suddenly the world was still, deep in slumber. A wave of ecstasy washed over you, but your lover didn’t stop, continued at a sloppy pace to vanish in your depths till the wave captured him entirely.
Requested by @newts-fan-case: So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) & Anon: Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you!
Summary: ^^ That.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 2,055
Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).
A/N: God bless the sinners.
Enjoy!
“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.
“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.
“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.
“Why would anyone get arousedif they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.
“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”
Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.
She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.
“What are you doing here?” He inquired.
“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.
“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.
“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.
“No.” He said, “Actually I…”
“You…”
“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.
“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”
“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.
“Then what is it?” She asked once more.
“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.
“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.
Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”
Can anyone tag or send me some Sherlock x reader stuff (fluff or smut) cause I feel like I have read all of it that’s out there even though I’m sure I have not. A series would be wonderful!!!
Summary: you and Benedict have some encounters together. This time he’s stressed out and you can do some help. *wink wink*
Warnings:smut,oral sex (male receiving), blowjob, deeptroathing.
Word count: 636
A/N:I cant sleep and while I finish my other requests I wrote this. Im sorry I need to get this man out of my head, ugghhh WHY IS BENEDICT SO PERFECT HELP ME. I HAVE SINNED. Also IFUCKING NEED MORE BEN FICS, WUTSUP TUMBLR? WE NEED MORE BEN HERE SFKDKFKF
You didn’t know how you ended up in here, but hell you were sure about the tension between you two before.
You already made this before, tonight was no exception. Kissing his lips roughly you felt him getting hard, while you rubbed yourself on his lenght, still covered with his pants. His hands went down on your waist, forcing you to move getting more friction. He moaned in your lips and you broke the kiss, gasping for air.
He saw your devilish smile as you knelt down in front of him on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Benedict asked, his voice was full of lust as much as his eyes.
“I know you’ve been stressed,” you shrugged, immediately your hands went to his pants and undid his belt.
His breathing was getting faster, he felt his heart pumping on his chest while your hands caressed his thighs. You pulled down his underwear, just to reveal his hard cock, ready for you to take it.
You leant down and gave him a slow lick from the base to the tip. Ben tried to suppress his groan, but came out anyway. His deep voice just made you eager.
Then you took him with your lips, taking as much as you could, your hand on all that left out. Slowly, you pumped his dick with your hand, moaning from time to time.
You pulled it out shortly and kissed his tip, running your tongue all along on it and started one more time. You took him even deeper and you gazed at Ben, who’s hand now was wrapping on your hair, moving it away to see you working better.
You licked and worked him fast. Your little noises were driving him mad and made him grunt and moan. An electric shock ran through his body everytime you moaned. He wanted to move his hips to fuck your mouth senseless, but instead he remained calm.
You relaxed your mouth and went even down on him, until you felt him hit the back of your throat and gagged.
“Shit,” he groaned, closing his eyes.
You never stopped moving, and his grip got even hard on your hair. Your hand moved to tease his base and he moaned. This was making you wet.
Suddenly you took him out of your mouth, a string of saliva hung out of your lips, a little of precum also went on his head. It was such a nasty and obscene view as you tried to recover and breath again. Your eyes locked with his, still cupping his dick with your hand, going up and down at a painful, slowly pace.
You went down one more time and took all of his cock. Ben moaned and you sucked him hard and fast. Your gagging sounds filled the room with his groans. You touched his base again, and he lost it. He thrusted his hips for you to take him deeper, moaning every time he got to hit the back of your throat.
“Oh, fuck!”
Your eyes were shut, your free hand gripping on his thigh. His fast thrusts slowed down and became sloppy, close to his orgasm. He pulled out from your mouth suddenly and he came hard, spilling all over your lips and face.
With your eyes shut, you felt his hot seed spreading on your cheeks and your open mouth. His hands still rested on your hair, but with a soft grip. You swallowed and cleaned your face with your fingers to lick them.
He was panting, staring at you still with lust. It wasn’t the first time you gave him head, but he was most grateful for it. He needed a release.
“Better?” you asked biting your lip and a playful smile on your face.
yikesss my first smut and my lack of activity? gross. i’m just gonna lay it out there and say i’ve been procrastinating w everything lately and not just writing so you guys aren’t the only people i’m letting down (ahahhhh self deprecation always a sucker *finger guns*) but now that i am done and in tip top shape to start writing again, here is a crappy smut AND I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT YOU GUYS WHO REQUESTED I AM IN HIGH WORKING MODE SO DO NOT WORRY
Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader
Word count: 2211
Request by anon (a long frikin time ago): Benedict Cumberbatch x Actor!Reader smut: They have a sex scene, Y/N is nervous cause she’s never done a sex scene before. It comes up in conversation & she tells him she’s nervous so he offers to go through it so the first time isn’t in front of the camera. It starts out with him being helpful & they go for a run through but it gets too heated & they end up actually fucking.
Summary: ^^^
Requests are closed!
Warnings: SMUT (fingering and UNPROTECTED SEX) || COVER YOUR STUMP BEFORE YOU HUMP YOU GUYS
(gif not mine)
(if anyone knows how to find better gifs pls hmu)
edit: ^^^ THIS CAME OFF AS ME NOT LIKING THE GIF. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT I JUST MEANT THAT IM BAD AT FINDING GIFS RELATED TO THE STORY
“Cut!” Nick yelled and Benedict quickly got off of you. You quickly reached for the sheets beside you as your co-star placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Your eyes glanced at Benedict before trailing up to meet Nick’s.
You sighed and shook your head. “I’m sorry, Nick,” You said, a tinge of stress in your voice. “I-I’m not used to this kind of stuff and-”
“You’re fine,” Nick cut you off with a soft laugh. “No need to apologize, (Y/N),” He said and turned to the rest of the crew. “It’s already pretty late anyway,” He pointed out, checking his watch. “Let’s wrap it up for the day and come back tomorrow!”
A buzz of chattering noises filled the room as people started moving around and shutting off necessary items. Your gaze finally turned to Benedict and you bit your lip.
“I-I’m sorry, Ben,” You whispered, fiddling with the bed sheet. “Hey, it’s okay,” He smiled and you sighed. “Can we talk about it in my room later?” Ben nodded and you smiled softly. “Of course,” He replied sweetly. “O-Only if you’re not tired,” You added quickly as soon as he answered.
He laughed and caressed your face gently. “I’ll see you in thirty.”
Benedict heard your footsteps quickly pacing the hotel floor as he stood in front of your door. A small chuckle passed his lips as he imagined your shorter, distressed figure walking quickly back and forth. Realizing the time he was killing standing outside your room, he brought his hand up to the door.
A knock brought you out of your thoughts and you stopped pacing. You quickly ran over to the door and peeked through the peephole. “I’m sorry!” You apologized, opening the door from its multiple locks and opening it afterward. “Come in,” You gestured to the spacious living room behind you.
“This living room might be larger than mine,” Ben commented with a smile as he sat down on a seat. “Of course not,” You scoffed, locking the door once more. “You’re Benedict Cumberbatch,” That sentence alone made him chuckle. “Would you like a drink? Scotch? Brandy? Water?” You asked as you turned towards the mini bar. Benedict raised an eyebrow, his smile turning into a questioning one.
“Two out of those three suggestions were alcohol,” He pointed out. “Well I didn’t come that prepared,” You replied back before pulling out two chilled glasses and a large bottle of water. “And looking back, I lied,” You stated blatantly and Benedict stared at you curiously. “It wasn’t brandy, it was wine.”
The man laughed as you poured the water. “So what did you want to talk about?” Your smile dropped slightly and you walked over to him, handing him the glass which he thanked you quietly.
“The scene,” You said quietly. “I want to talk about the scene.” Benedict looked to you as you passed the seat next to him and continued to pace around the room. “I think it would help if you sat down instead of trying to wake the others underneath you,” He chuckled and you bit your lip before complying.
He watched how your hands shook nervously (he could see the water splashing around in the glass) as you placed down the cup and the way you were slightly fidgeting in your seat. After spending some time with you on set, he knew your little tells.
“What about the scene do you-”
“I’ve never had sex before!” You exclaimed, burying your face in your hands. “Is that it?” You peeked through a space between your fingers before glaring. “I come clean to you and that’s what you say? ‘Is that it?’” Ben laughed softly as he shook his head. “It’s nothing to be worried about, that’s what I’m trying to get at,” He assured you and you sighed, leaning back into the chair.
“And I’m trying to get at the fact that I have to pull off some pornographic moans,” You shot back but quickly apologized after. “It’s the nerves,” You added and Ben did nothing but smile. “It’s alright, I was the same when I filmed Patrick Melrose,” Your eyes glanced to the side, taking in Benedict’s relaxed position. “How’d you do it?” You asked. “Did you have a run through the night before?”
Your heart sped up and your cheeks flushed as you realized what you just implied. “Oh my god! I didn’t mean that! I was just joking and-”
“(Y/N)!” Ben called out, placing a hand on your knee. “As I said before, you’re okay.” You glanced at his hand before you spoke up. “C-Can we do a run through?” You exhaled a nervous breath before hesitantly moving your leg away from his warm hand.
“J-Just blocking a-and we’ll talk about the rest?” You sputtered out. “I-If that’s okay with you?” Benedict smiled and nodded before standing up and holding out his hand to you. “Well let’s get started then.” You took his hand and stood up.
“You’re making this harder than it has to be, Christopher!” You exclaimed, immediately taking on your role in the movie. Ben caught on quickly and took off after your line.
“If you look carefully Carmelina, we don’t even have to do this!” You threw your hands up in exasperation and walked into your connecting bedroom. Your co-star followed and you turned to face him. “Yes, we do! You cost me everything I knew, Christopher Scott!” Slowly, Ben walked up to you and he gently placed his hand on your cheek.
You both made eye contact before he leaned down carefully, his lips meeting yours. A nervous gasp passed your lips before you stepped back. “Oh god,” Ben muttered to himself while he stared at your surprised face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” He apologized and you continued to stare at him.
“I-I got lost in the moment and-”
“Do you want to help me?” You asked suddenly, quickly clearing your throat afterwards. “Do you want to help me with the run through?”
A silence entered the room as you could feel your cheeks heat up. “We’ll go through it slowly,” He whispered as he stepped up to you, his hand taking its place on your cheek.
You grabbed his other hand gently, guiding it to the knot of your robe. His gaze met yours as you rested his hand on the knot. “Are you sure you want this?” It was your turn to place a hand on his cheek before pulling him down and kissing him softly. “I do,” You breathed after pulling away. “I want you.”
The knot around your waist loosened as you slid off your only article of clothing. Benedict led you to your bed slowly and another kiss was shared between you, but this time more passionate and less timid like the ones before. His arms circled around your waist as he carefully laid you on the bed. “You’re absolutely astonishing.”
A quiet sigh escaped you as the cool comforter on the mattress contrasted with your warm skin. “I-I w-want to see you too… if that’s alright,” You mumbled, obviously referring to the clothes Benedict still had on. “Of course it’s alright,” He chuckled softly and pulled back, first unbuttoning his top sleepwear and then working on the rest.
You bit your lip in an attempt to keep yourself from whining at the newly exposed skin. Once he finished, he leaned over your body once more, your bodies so close to each other. “Y-You still have your pants on,” The brown haired actor only gave you a warm smile before speaking. “I’m saving it for later, love.”
He continued to press a hot kiss to your collarbone as his hands roamed your torso. Your fingers carded through his hair as a mewl escaped your lips when he squeezed your breast. “God, you sound mesmerizing,” He praised you as he pressed his lips against yours. Your hands came up to Benedict’s shoulders to grasp tightly.
You were so lost in the kiss, you could only feel the trail of heat Benedict’s hand left behind. It wasn’t until his hand was just above where you wanted him most. A quiet whine resounded in your throat and he chuckled. “It might feel a bit uncomfortable at first,”
You quirked an eyebrow at him and he smiled. “Just focus on me, okay?” Just as you were about to reply, his finger pressed into you and something between a gasp and a moan found its way out if your throat. Benedict placed a comforting kiss on your throat before looking up at you. “How do you feel?” You shifted slightly and the pleasure his fingers brought you spread throughout your body.
The male on top of you basked in your moan as he reminded himself he couldn’t take you just yet. “G-Good,” You choked out and Ben nodded, closing his eyes briefly before taking in your appearance; flustered but beautiful. “I’m going to move, alright?” A moan passed your lips as he pumped his hand slightly and your grip on his shoulder got tighter. “You feel so good, love,” He muttered as he continued to move his hand.
“B-Benedict,” You panted quietly, tilting his head to meet yours. His lips met yours in a soft kiss and you kissed back desperately. “I-I’m going to c-cum,” You mewled against his lips and he pulled away slowly.
A loud whine ripped from your throat and Benedict kissed your shoulder before sliding off his underwear. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked one more time and you only narrowed your eyes.
“I’ve already let you finger me, what makes you think I want to stop now?” You snapped and Ben laughed, shaking his head. “For a virgin, you sure do have an attitude,” You were about to scoff until he slotted himself between your folds. Your head fell against the bed as you let out a sigh. “You’re so warm.” He smiled before placing a kiss just above your peaked bud. “I could say the same for you.”
Benedict proceeded to take one of your hands off of his shoulder and intertwine them. “I’m going to push myself in, and…” You felt the tip of his cock delve in slightly and you choked on your breath, grasping his hand tightly. “How is that?” He asked, looking at you comfortingly. You couldn’t trust yourself to speak, so instead, you nodded.
He continued to push himself further in and you cried out, digging your fingers into his back. Benedict groaned at the feeling of your warmth and your nails giving the extra kick. “I want to tell you I’m halfway, but I’m not sure if you’d appreciate the lie,” A stiff laugh escaped your lips and you shook your head. “Thank you for honesty time, but I’d really prefer it if you could-”
You were cut short before he slipped all the way in. Your loud cry echoed in the bedroom alongside Benedict’s groan. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest and a slight ache in your region.
“Are you good?” Benedict spoke after a while and you swallowed thickly. “Y-Yeah,” You murmured, shifting again in his hold. You both let out moans at the friction it caused. “Please,” You glassy eyes gazed into his. “Please move, Benedict.”
He nodded and thrust softly, testing the waters. It wasn’t until you moaned loudly that Benedict took it as a sign to move continuously. In which he did just that.
Your voices filled the room as he thrust into you repeatedly. The air in the room became thick and a thin layer of sweat covered your body.
“B-Benedict, I-I’m-” You cut yourself off with a loud cry as his hand pressed against your clit. “Cum, darling,” He grunted, snapping his hips towards yours once more.
“Benedict!” You cried out, back arching up. He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing the loud moans. Benedict moaned as you clenched around him, his thrusts becoming sloppier.
The pleasure seemed to spread throughout your body like waterfalls as Benedict pulled himself out, pumping himself to his finish.
Your body relished in the warm feeling of hearing Benedict’s moans as your chest rose and fell quickly. Suddenly, a warm liquid landed on your stomach. You glanced down at the white seed and looked up at Benedict. A shy smile graced your face and he chuckled, getting up and heading towards the bathroom.
“What are you getting?” You questioned, leaning up on your elbows. “Are you going back to your room after this?” Just as you asked, Benedict emerged from the washroom holding a damp face towel. “Only if you want me to,” He replied as he walked over to you and started cleaning up his mess.
Benedict saw the small clench in your jaw as he pulled away. “But I’m quite tired out,” He commented and threw the towel on the bedside table. A small smile crept onto your face as you crawled under the blankets. “That means you just want to stay here,” You piped back just as Benedict slipped under the covers.
“True,” He hummed in response before pulling you close into a warm embrace. “It means I want to stay with you.”
sksksksks Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Ben, mom, and friends i apologize
Summary: Khan manages to escape from Kirk and his crew, however he takes you in after you helped him while he was a prisoner. Now, he would like to take something more from you. AU.
Word count:1,542.
Warnings: SMUT, DIRTY SMUT. Overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, oral sex and fingering.
A/N: sorry I know this is not a request but I just watched star trek again and fell in love with Khan. I just need more Khan fics here even if the movie was released like 6 years ago.
You woke up on the cold floor of the ship, groaning. Your back hurted as most of your body and then you remembered it all. Khan was asking for a deal; you and his crew for Kirk.
Suddenly, you were on the ship with him and your former captain, and Spock sent the torpedoes to him. However, Khan was tricked. The torpeadoes were empty and all his crew was actually on the Enterprise. That didn’t stop him to take you then as his prisoner.
The last thing you saw was Spock on the screen, and then everything blacked out. You sat down on the ship, you saw him sitting on the captain chair. Chills ran down in your spine, just his sight was enough to make you feel like this. Frightned, but attracted to him like a magnet. That’s why you helped him in the first place.
“I know you’re awake,” his deep voice surprised you. He wasn’t even looking at you.
You gulped. “What happened?”
“I knocked you,” he Khan replied, dryly. He looked briefly at you and then returned to the front.
You stood up, wanting to punch him on the face, but you knew it would be like feather brushing his features. It would do nothing on him. “Where are we?”
“I lost them a few hours ago,” Khan said setting coordinates on the ship. “I still need to get back, though.”
“And you will try to take them back,” you whispered coldly.
“I will, and you will help me.”
Khan stood up from the chair and walked to you.
“It wasn’t enough what I did before?” you said, getting afraid one more time because of his presence. His face was so close to yours now.
Khan leaned down. “I will have them back, even if I have to use you against the whole float to do it,” he hissed trough his teeth.
You felt your lungs running without air. Khan was so close to you, and you felt his breath on your neck. You were standing still there, didn’t know how to move or react at his words.
He was your captor, for goodness sake! You knew since the beginning that this was not going to take a good path, it wasn’t safe to be around him and yet, you still betrayed your crew and helping him to escape.
It was wrong, but it felt so good. Just like right now. He leaned back, now towering you and his eyes traveled all over your form. Khan couldn’t appreciate you very well from that cell, but now he did you looked more desirable than ever.
So much time, frozen and used as a weapon… didn’t give time to enjoy the sinful pleasure of the flesh.
His hand went straight to your cheek, carrising it. He was soft, admiring your features but then his palm cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. Khan traced your neck with his strong hand, until it touched your breast through your blue uniform dress. You held a moan, but your heartbeat and dilated pupils betrayed you.
“You don’t have any idea of how I wanted to touch you so desperately since I was on that cell,” he said, full of lust locked his gaze on you. You wanted it too, he just could sense it all around. “And now you’re here at my complete mercy.”
You didn’t say anything. He just grabbed you by your arm and tossed you to the table besides you on the room, forcing you to sit there. His mouth found your sweet spot in your neck. He bitted and licked your skin without hesitation and harshly, making sure that he was leaving marks on you.
You whimpered, never stopped him because you wanted it so bad. You were full of stress lately and he was so damn attractive. Since you heard him speak, the only thing that was on your mind was his image, fucking you into oblivion making you scream his name over and over until you were in pain.
Khan ripped your uniform and tossed it on the floor, leaving you in your boots and underwear. His big hand traced your pussy trough your panties with his fingers and pushed them aside, so he can play with your bud of nerves. You bucked your hips, but he held you in place with a quick motion. Fuck, he was strong.
You moaned and he inserted a finger in you and started to pumping into you fastly. Your palm rested on the surface, trying to hold onto it while he fucked you with his digit. Your walls clenched around Khan’s finger, but he pulled out before you could come and you whimpered.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered. Khan took your wrists and forced you down, until you hit the floor one more time.
It hurted, and it was colder than you remembered it. You saw him unbelting his pants and soon his dick was out for you take it. He was hard and big, and craving for your mouth. You didn’t need him to say it, so you opened your mouth wide for him and took it slowly, taking all you could, with hands at his thighs.
Khan grabbed your hair to keep you steady and started to fucking your troath. You could feel him hitting the back of your troath, gagging with closed eyes. You tried so hard to breath from your nose only, a string of saliva was coming out from your lips and the sound it was making it was so obscene, it made you even wetter. His little grunts mixed with your breath and sounds filled the room. Your grip on his thighs grew strong, his thrust became faster and faster and suddenly he pulled out.
“You’re such a fucking slut.”
Just the sound of his voice, which became even deeper, made your pussy twitch.
Khan forced you one more time to stood up and pulled you down on your stomach on the table. He ripped your panties and rubbed the tip of his dick into your entrance, teasing you. You whined in response, you wanted him to fuck you now.
“Please,” you pleaded with a whisper.
“Oh, you’re going to beg?” Khan grabbed a fistful of your hair to force you to look at him. You bucked your hips.
“Yes, please.” God, you felt so pathetic, but you wanted him so bad inside you. He pushed his tip into your pussy this time abd you moaned. “Just fuck me hard, Khan. Please!”
And he burried himself deep on you. You let out a scream. He started to move quickly, thrusthing his hips. His pelvis touched your ass and the sound of skin slaping skin made echo in the room. Khan let go of your hair, taking your hips with his big hands. His grip was strong and made you feel him even deeper.
You moaned, closing your eyes and biting your lip when his dick touched your sweet spot. God, he was being so harsh on his pace and his grip would surely leave marks on your body but you didn’t really care. He was fully using you, to do his mission, and also to pleasure himself.
“Oh, fuck!” you moaned.
Your walls clenched around his lenght, making him groan and moan. You were close. One of his hands traveled to your clit and started rubbing it to push your own orgasm.
Moaning, you came with him still thrusting. He was still hard and you clenched deliciously around him, that it was so tight. Khan never stopped thrusting. You tought you were going to faint right there as he hitted on your spot continuosly. You came down from your high, but still another orgasm was forming on your belly.
“I’m not done yet,” he said.
Still touching your clit, Khan thrusted his hips to keep fucking you. You let out a scream, your hands griping tight on the surface.
“Oh, please, please,” you whimpered, a single tear of pleassure rolled on your cheek. You didn’t know what you were asking but, shit, it felt so good.
Khan grunted and you felt him twitch, close to his own climax. His hands were back on your sides and he slid into your cunt roughly, until he spilled himself inside you. Feeling his cum exploding, you squirted all over him, shaking.
Khan slowed the pace, and his semen with your juices mixed until he pulled out. You felt his and your liquids running down your tighs, trying to calm down. Using your elbows to push yourself up on the table, you glanced at him, breathing fast but not as fast as you did. He was sweating, but you could feel every drop of sweat running on your body.
Of course you’d be more tired than him, he was a super human. He was better in everything, including sex. You just prove that and you felt so tired and swollen that you could sleep right here.
“Go to the bedrooms on your right,” Khan said, his pants on this time. “You will find something to put on there,” he ordered and just gave you one more look to sit down on the chair.
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!!! ❤️
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
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.
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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?
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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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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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summary : you use the darkhold to be with stephen and get a little taste of heaven.
A/N : a little warning: i kinda channelled my anger into this. im sorry, if it’s too much. also, ignore my bad writing and english, it is not my first language.
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“Well, this feels familiar,” you muttered to yourself as you climbed out of your car, making your way down the street towards Benedict’s house. “Well… This feels familiar,” you said again, changing your tone, trying to find the funniest way to say it.
You stopped outside the house, taking a deep breath before walking up the path. “Well, doesn’t this seem familiar,” you whispered as you knocked on the door.
It opened and you immediately felt the warm air of the house drift towards you, soothing your cold cheeks and wrapping around you like a welcoming embrace. You looked up to see him standing there, smiling politely and gesturing for you to come in.
This was actually real.
“Well, this feels awfully familiar,” he said as he closed the door behind you.
You stared up at him before breaking into a laugh. “I was just about to say that to you.”
“You were?”
“Yeah, I was practicing it the whole way here.”
He chuckled, reaching his hand out to take your coat. “Well I apologise for stealing your thunder.”
You slid it off and handed it to him. “That’s okay. It sounded better when you said it anyway.”
➳a/n: this is for the friends with benefits (sfw) starters. if you want to see me write any of these, drop them in my ask :) there are probably typos, so bear with me.
**i need a tall glass of Stephenwater**
➳pairing: Stephen Strange x Female!Reader
➳summary: It happened in a whirlwind. One minute, you two were talking. The next? He was ripping your clothes off.
➳warnings: smut; oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected sex [wrap it before y'all tap it]
➳FWB SFW starters: “wasn’t really under the impression you thought of me that way”-> requested by: @/justwanted2dance
The clothes were being ripped off at supersonic speed. Stephen’s hands caressed your exposed flesh as he lowered your back to the bed. The kisses were passionate and fervent, laced with an underlying emotion of desperate want and desire. His hair was silk in between your fingertips as his mouth hovered over your neck, leaving fresh marks of purple and blue to mark your pretty skin.
What started as an argument, one that neither of you could even remember the purpose for, turned into this.You had tempted the man, pushing his buttons. Stephen wouldn’t deny the intense attraction he felt for you. You were gorgeous. You made him so sexually frustrated, he could hardly keep his dirty thoughts at bay when he saw your hips swinging.
Request: Benedict Cumberbatch x (non actress,plus size,Asian) reader Soulmate AU (assuming he’s still single?or however you may want it to be setup)Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate,rather than your own or sharing each other’s talents
I love this idea…..But my mind randomly decided to log off for a few weeks. It’s back on so I am going to deliver ! I hope it is okay that I didn’t mention that the reader is asian because I want to be inclusive of all races…..I did mention she is plus size tho! Also thank you so much for being patient with my lazy ass. I have a lotta pending fics to finish but I finish them in the order of first come first serve basis! Enjoy !
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Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader
Warnings: Both idiots have the perfect timing, Reader is a bit insecure about herself. Benedict and Y/N are absolutely and miserably in love and obsessed with their inner voice, Flufff
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Dilectio; Latin for Soulmate
Irritated.
Rent due, a cheap coffee, overtime job at the bakery, parental pressure and a dead laptop had Y/N trying her best to resist banging her head to the wall. The week sucked and she was more than ready to throw herself out of the window. But doubting that heaven or hell would be any better than this she chose not to. There was only one solution to this week being a monstrosity.
The Freedom Palace.
That was what Y/N called it. It definately was not a palace. Well not for the common eyes. It was a palace for readers. An abandoned one. A palace only for her. A palce where she could visit a world unknown. A world of her own. It wasn’t anywhere near the city, it lay just outside it . A rundown hut with stone walls on the outside, stairs leading down the basement a wooden door to a whole new world.
The Freedom Palace was a library
A beautiful library with shelves and shelves of books, lamps illuminating the room and a nook for sitting made comfortable by Y/N and the blankets and pillows she brought. She maintained it she looked after it and she made it her place. Nobody could ruin it. Nobody came there after all. How she found was a coincidence as well.
There are reasons insecurities exist. Reasons why one chooses not to be close to people.Y/N’s reason was being bullied for her body all her life. A trip back in college that her parents forced her to go saying ,”It would be great to make friends” was when she found this place. It was raining and she got left behind. They probably never even noticed. She had gone to the place for shelter but found her palace instead and she found herself returning there every weekend since then.
But that wasn’t exactly the only thing that gave her peace she needed. It was her inner voice. You see, soulmates exist. And for every pair the point of connection was different. Y/N’s was her inner voice . It was deep, baritone, evidently British and it made butterflies flutter in her tummy. She never read books out loud. She let his voice read it. She let his voice pronounce the words deliciously from the novels as she wandered into her world of fantasy.
That’s how Y/N felt. That’s what she loved about the man she never even knew.
Benedict was a busy man no doubt at all. Being a brilliant actor being the major factor. Rest was a far off concept to him but he preferred to spend it with himself. Self conversationing helped him a lot when he was nervous or when he practised his scenes by himself. Her voice always helped him out. He’d say his dialogues out loud and he’d read the rest in his head her voice reciting them full of emotion. He thought her voice was the only one.
She was the only one for him.
Well you must wonder why Y/N never knew about her soulmate till now if she would’ve heard him on TV or movies but to Y/N that was a bit unfamiliar. It wasn’t something that she often watched.
Work was always hectic. Today was no less. A Marvel film was being shot at London and Ben obviously was present adorning his Dr.Strange costume waiting for his part. It was winter the city was wet and cold. ‘Definitely need coffee Ben’, her voice thought for him. A little smile found it’s way onto his face as he walked up to Tom who wore his signature black outfit from Ragnarok as he stared up at his friend with a smile. “I could really appreciate a cuppa right now. Know a place ?”
The bakery was jam-packed. Y/N was busy with the macaroons and the pastries as they got immediately sold out. She wanted to scream. Too many. She wanted to just finish and get out of there.
Nobody noticed the two obliviously handsome actors at the bakery. It was too crowded and everyone wanted their stuff so that they could get out and finally gasp a breath of air as they could savour their food. “Are you sure about this place?”, Ben asked Tom, both hot on their heels walking with the que every two minutes. The addressed looked at him with a deadpan face. “Trust me, Y/N makes the best cakes I have ever eaten. Never seen her in the front desk but she is a god given gift.”
Y/N.
The name rolled on Ben’s tongue as he whispered. Something about that name just….felt right.
“Alright gentlemen I would love to gawk at Britan’s finest actors if they hadn’t come in during heavy work hours but gotta do business so tell me what can I get you,” the lady at the register spoke as Ben looked at her and smiled looking back at Tom who grinned “Please tell me Y/N made the macaroons and pastries today also some coffee….”,he asking hoping it was true. The woman smiled,”You are a lucky man, she is just finishing up the last batch before sprinting home. Poor thing has been working overtime nowadays. Y/N are you done sweetie ?”, she yelled into the room rushing out with the sweet treats.
Y/N was too busy packing up her things and leaving that she barely noticed the question “Yeah! Just sent it out and I’m leaving BYE!” and with that she ran out of the back door back to her house.
Her voice had startled Benedict, it sounded familiar but he couldn’t point it out. “Ben you okay mate ?”, Tom looked at him with brows furrowed concerned at his constant spacing out.
Oh fuck.
“I think I just found who my soulmate is.” If Thomas Hiddleston was animated his eyes would have popped out of his sockets and his jaw dropped to the floor.
“WHAT !?”
Now Y/N was blissfully unaware of this of course. She lay on her bed at home when today of all days she decided to join her roommate and her movie marathon. “What are you watching ?”, she questioned her roommate. “Dr. Strange….” Y/N smiled as she plopped down beside her friend. “You know that guy who plays Loki, Tom ? He comes over to eat my pastries at the bakery all the time” “Seriously? And you never told me ?” ”Well, I just recalled okay ! I’m sorry !”, Y/N had giggled watching the other whine.
The movie had started and for the first time Y/N was engrossed in something as much as her book. The voice of the main character had made her still, completely unable to move as her roommate looked at her worried. “Y/N ? Do you not like the movie?”
No way…..
With a shaking hand she touched his face paused on the screen. “I think this man is my soulmate…..”. The other dropped the bowl in her hand, popcorn dropping all over the floor.
“Shut the fuck up……”
Y/N drove silently in her car. Her mind recalling yesterday’s incident over and over again there was only one place she wanted to go and she was lucky enough for it to be the weekend.
The Freedom Palace stood where it was, no changes to it. Parking the car Y/N didn’t wait. She sped down the stairs closing the door behind herself, sighing in relief as she brushed her fingers across the books.
Ben was messed up too since the bakery. He had messed up twice in the same scene so the director had told him to take a day off and cool down and that’s what he was going to do. Driving right through the outskirts of London he comes across deserted land. An abandoned stone hut, a car parked not far away from it. Curiosity is something human’s cannot resist and Benedict Cumberbatch just happened to be human.
Parking his car beside the one he saw he ventured into the rundown place. It was almost as if it was pulling him towards it as he walked down the stairs, Fairy lights decorating the door as he gently pushed on it . The whiff of the place caught him off guard at first. The aged library smell mixed with floral scents from candles. He looked around to see the books galore, a place that was definately going to somewhere he was going to frequent more he had mentally decided.
He froze when he heard humming. A voice he would recognize anywhere. “Y/N?”, he accidentaly spoke out loud. There was a panicked rustle as he walked to the source. Where he heard her. She just stood there in shock her eyes as wide as they could get. “B-Benedict ??”, she whispered almost as if she was testing his name on her lips. Ben had nothing to say. He was still trying to process that she was real as he nodded his head and walked closer to her.
Y/N wasn’t expecting this. She had given up on meeting her soulmate years ago and she gave up even the fleeting thought of it when she found out he was a world famous actor. But there he stood. In all his glory, mouth open gawking at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. Not like she felt any different she was shocked at how he found her or how he even knew her name but it it didn’t matter now. Not when she finally has him.
Ben didn’t wait. He took Y/N’s hand in his and lovingly kissed the back of it. “Your voice enchanted me for quite a while miss…..”, he whispered to her as he looked at her in the eyes. Soft music played in the background appropriate lyrics sung in a foreign language.
“You waited for a long time
Hello, my soulmate
Everything became more like you
A transparent knot has been tied
You can’t leave this place, not even for a moment”
“You sure took your time sir…..”,she whisper teased back as she placed her hands on his chest. His wrapping around her waist as his eyes fell on the title of book she was reading.
Dilectio.
“I know…..and I’m not planning on letting go…..”, he said before placing his lips on hers.
“You waited for a long time
Hello, my soulmate
Everything became more like you
A transparent knot has been tied
You can’t leave this place, not even for a moment”
—The End—
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