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Kinktober 2023 - Day 6

Sex Tape with Doctor Stephen Strange

"A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You are feeling self-concious & down on your appearance, but Stephen has an unconventional idea of how to make you realize how sexy & beautiful you really are.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - body image issues, voyeurism & exhibitionism via photo & video, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, oral sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight daddy kink, a bit of fluff & a little angst.

You weren't even sure what had triggered your self-image issues at the moment. Honest to God, you were just sitting in bed watching a YouTube video, pursuing the sidebar recommended videos when you started comparing yourself to other people.

It didn't matter if it was just a random ad or a promo for a TV show. You started sizing yourself up to all the actresses, models, and even some normal people. No matter who it was, you felt you couldn't compare.

Your stomach was too big. Your butt was too small. You were too short. Too plain looking. Hell, sometimes you weren't even sure how you compared to average. You didn't think you were hideous, but you forever felt like the ugly duckling. Like the potential to be beautiful was there. It just never blossomed. Or, like you sabotaged being pretty by not having enough restraint to eat better or lose weight. 

For once in your life, you wanted to be the bombshell. You were too weird to be the girl next door. You always fell into the quirky/cute and funny category. People fell for you once they got to know your personality, but you knew that never once had you stopped a guy dead in his tracks across the room. 

In an effort to make yourself feel smaller, you dug around for your massive old sweatshirt. The one you wore whenever you were feeling sad. The material had piled up in places, and it was starting to get holes in others, but the super stretchy material still felt just as big and cozy as if it was brand new. The dark eggplant purple color was also somehow soothing compared to the mostly blacks and grays of your daily wardrobe.

You had settled back in, deep in your own thoughts, when your partner entered the bedroom. You had been with Doctor Stephen Strange for a while now. Long enough that you had more or less informally moved into the Sanctum. You got to spend more time with Stephen and didn't have to pay rent. It was a win-win. The only downside was that you couldn't hide from him when your inner demons reared up. 

You didn't even realize he had been talking to you as he changed out of his sorcerer's robes and into his sweats for bed. It wasn't until he sat down in front of you and lifted your chin up to look directly at him that you realized you weren't paying any attention to a thing he was saying. 

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

You hated the genuine concern on his face. He spent his days literally saving the universe, and here you were trapped inside your own spiraling thoughts. 

"Nothing is wrong."

You said it while staring down at your hands. You were never good at hiding things from Stephen when you were face to face.

"Even if I wasn't a brilliant doctor, MD, and PhD, I know that's your 'I'm sad' sweatshirt. So something is definitely wrong." 

You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to jiggle loose the thoughts that were waying you down. Not wanting to waste Stephen's time with your shallow worries. Yeah, he was your boyfriend, but he had plenty more vastly important things to do than talk you off a self-image cliff.

"It's stupid, Stephen."

"Don't care. You've listened to me say stupid stuff plenty of times. This just makes us one closer to even."

You rolled your eyes at him, and you knew he wasn't about to give up. Stephen was the most stubborn person you had ever met. In fact, his stubbornness was part of why he pursued you for so long before you finally agreed to go out with him. If he was set on finding out what was bothering you, nothing would stop him until you told him.

So after another moment of trying to get him off the topic, you finally relented and told him what had you feeling down. Shrinking down farther into your sweatshirt as you spoke, fumbling for the right words. Letting the cozy fabric serve as its own kind of armor.

"I don't even know what got me thinking it, but I'm just feeling down on myself. That there just isn't anything about me physically that is special. I don't think I'm ugly, I just don't get why you bothered to even give me a second glance. Let alone what keeps you interested. You are the great Doctor Strange. You are so hot, Stephen, and I'm just me. I'm just plain. I'm chubby with stretch marks. You are gorgeous. You could literally be with the most beautiful women in the world."

You could see him almost flinch when you called yourself plain and that you doubted how enamored he was with you. Even if he knew it was only a passing thought, he never wanted you to question his love for you. Ever.

When it took a few moments for him to say anything in response, you immediately started to take it all back. Not wanting to drag him down into your funk with you.

"See, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just having a bad night and -" 

Stephen cut you off with a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. Cupping your face in both of his hands before pulling away from your lips to place several more small kisses on your forehead and in your hairline. Gradually adjusting so he could pull you closer and wrap his arms tighter around you.

"First of all, I love you so much you don't even know. So don't think for one second I would rather be with anyone else. Second of all, I know that you don't necessarily see what I see when you look in the mirror, and you don't even have to believe me, but you are gorgeous. Do you not see that half the other guys practically trail you around like puppies? Rogers turns bright red when you smile at him, and it's a wonder Barnes and Wilson haven't followed you home like strays yet."

That made you laugh. You did know Steve had harbored a crush on you before you started dating Stephen. Tony had let that spill one night after a party. Both Sam and Bucky were such flirts all the time with everyone. Of course, they always acted sweet on you. You assumed it was just them or their way of being nice. You would have to pay better attention next time you saw them, though. Just to see. 

"If one of them does follow me home, can I keep him?" 

You squinted your eyes and pouted your lips at Stephen. You loved giving him a hard time, and he loved giving you one right back.

"Absolutely not. Even if they scratch and howl at the door all night long. I'm the only one who gets to keep strays, and that only applies to America. On a good day, maybe Parker."

You giggled and shook your head in agreement. America was definitely a great addition to your little family. It did lift your spirits a little thinking about all of that, but it still didn't leave you feeling better about yourself. 

Stephen could see the way you were picking at the skin on your hands. Like you were trying to pick away the self-consciousness or what you felt were imperfections. It was a habit he noticed you fell into when you were extra hard on yourself. So, in an effort to distract you and stop you from picking at your skin, he took one of your hands in both of his.

"Do you remember the day you held my hand the first time? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was terrified that you were suddenly going to realize how broken and ugly my hands are. How damaged I am, and realize just how below your own league you were dating. Still are, by the way, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. Every inch of you is incredible and perfect to me. I thought that before you even said a word to me, and getting to know you, and falling in love with you has only made me more sure. There is no one in this universe I could ever find sexier or more special."

"Tell you what, I have an idea..." 

Stephen stood up from the bed, moving over to shut the bedroom door. Throwing the lock, too. Now that you had a teenager running about the Sanctum, it was better safe than sorry. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Setting it on airplane mode as he walked back over to you.

"How about I show you what I see? Give you some actual physical proof of how beautiful you are? A picture is worth a thousand words. I imagine some more revealing, naughty photos would be worth even more."

You chuffed at him and raised a questioning brow at his suggestion. 

"Stephen, are you seriously suggesting that I let you take naked photos of me as a way of making me feel better about myself? Are you sure that isn't just gonna make you feel better?" 

His signature cheeky grin was plastered on his face, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Can't it do both? Besides, you know I've asked before for something I can enjoy when I can't have you with me, and I think you look perfect right now. Already in our bed. Already cozy and dressed for bed. Few layers to take off. This is the you I want to see when I'm not here with you."

He came over to where you were still sitting on the bed. An extra swagger in his step and a grin because of the blush you were now sporting. He started to pull teasingly at the hem of your sweatshirt with the hand he didn't have his phone in.

"Come on, take this off. I want you to see how sexy you are. I promise I will let you delete them if you want, although I certainly wouldn't mind keeping a couple for myself, but I want you to see how you look when it's just you and me. Right here, in this bed. The version of you that only I get to see, at least I do hope it's only me. A woman who puts all those supermodels and Playmates to shame. Even first thing in the morning. A goddess if one ever existed, even with bedhead and morning breath." 

Layer by layer, you let Stephen slowly strip off your clothes and arrange you on the bed. His fingers and lips adoring every new inch of skin that he exposed before proceeding to take picture after picture. Lovingly caressing every spot you deemed less than perfect. Letting him talk you through pose after pose. Some were simple and basic, normal poses. Some a bit more sultry with little left to imagine. The less clothing remained, the more bold he got with your poses. 

As your impromptu photoshoot went on, he also tried to distract you from feeling self-conscious about your body coming into view. Sometimes, by making you laugh. Sometimes, by getting a goofy look on his face as he just kind of stared at you. Almost awestruck. 

"You really have no idea how much I fantasize about you, do you? How much of my day I spend trying not to think about you? How when we first started dating, I felt like a teenager trying to control his raging hormones because all I could think of was this. What it would be like if I got the privilege to get this beautiful, incredible woman naked in my bed. That I swore if I got you here, I would never let you leave. I hate that someone ever made you feel like you are anything less than gorgeous, whether in your ratty sad sweatshirt or all dressed up. Although, this, no clothes at all, is definitely my personal favorite."

You tried not to tear up at his genuine sweetness. You could feel your cheeks blushing at his statement, too. You buried your face into the pillow you were holding before softly turning and peeking out at him from the side. Only to find him waiting for the moment you locked eyes with him to take a photo. 

In a sudden burst of confidence, you bit your bottom lip and rolled onto your back. Letting the entirety of your body be on display. Laying back and resting your head on the pillow and stretching your arms up overhead, your legs spreading on their own. You closed your eyes and arched your back as you inhaled deeply. Like you were a cat basking in the warmth of the sun. 

Your mind was completely clear of all thought until you heard a stuttered breath from your lover. It was a sound you had never heard Stephen make before. It sounded like he was looking at a priceless piece of art or one of the seven wonders. He sounded like he was in awe. Like he was in awe at the sight of your body and your beauty.

You were about to dismiss his, what you were sure had to be, over embellished praise, but then you opened your eyes. You were rendered speechless by the look of utter wonder on his face as he let his cerulean blue eyes wash over every inch of you. For possibly the first time, you saw him really seeing you, and it melted any remaining self-doubt you had in that moment.

You immediately reached out to pull Stephen to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Rubbing your nose against his and whispering loving thanks against his lips.

"Thank you, Stephen. I love you, and even though I don't necessarily see what you see, you always make me feel beautiful. Why don't we take a few pictures together, or maybe a video or two? Maybe I want something for when you aren't here too." 

Stephen's eyes darkened at the suggestion. You had your suspicion that Stephen had a bit of an exhibition kink. You had sent each other pics before, a short video clip or two, and sexted all the time. You knew the idea of filming the two of you fucking would intrigue him. A wicked smile found it's way to his face. 

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you asking that or that I've thought of asking. Are you really okay with filming us fucking? Of course it's just for the two of us. Sorcerer's honor. " 

Stephen started trying to fiddle with the phone, trying to figure out the best way to set it up to film the two of you. Finding it hard to concentrate after you started leaving kisses on his neck. Stopping to bite and suck at the spot just below his earlobe before continuing to whisper his darkest desires in his ear.

"Well, Stephen, actually the idea does get me a little hot. Maybe if the video turns out really good, a few seconds or minutes can get leaked to a naughty site or two. Anonymously, of course. I don't want to share you with any other woman, but I wouldn't mind showing off all the ways I worship you. Let everyone see how lucky I am. Maybe get some outside opinions of how we look together." 

Stephen's eyes practically rolled back in his head at the thought. He never would suggest it himself, but he kind of loved the sound of that. Of the world getting to see how good the two of you looked together. Of seeing how well you both fit together. How your bodies were made for each other.

He scrambled off the bed using the pile of books on the dresser to create a tripod to set up the phone. Hitting record and making sure the bed was centered in the frame before coming back to join you in the sheets again. He used his magic to strip himself of his clothes. If you two were going to make a sex tape, he was gonna put some extra showmanship in it.

You couldn't help but giggle as you reach your arms out towards him. Stepben didn't waste a minute before he started crawling up your body. Teasing and nipping at your bare skin and making sure to snuggle and rub his goatee against you. Your hands immediately grabbed in his dark brown hair, loving how soft and full it felt in your fingers. 

As your lips connected, you both groaned in pleasure. Your bodies grinding and rubbing. Letting your hands roam all over Stephen's body now that you had plenty of him to touch. You could feel Stephen's cock already erect between you. Truth be told, taking those photos of you had essentially acted as foreplay for him. He was ready to go by the time he was setting up the camera. 

You moaned when you felt his hard shaft slide against the crease of your hip, so close to your sex that was starting to ache for him. Your legs reflexively spread even more on the large bed, and your nails scraped down Stephen's sides. 

"Is there something you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."

A sly smile on his face as he spoke. Loud enough to make sure the camera heard. Descending back on you and starting to kiss your neck. Sucking a patch or skin into his mouth hard enough to ensure you would bear a mark the next day.

Your brain finally coming back into focus when he playfully bit the same sensitive spot. His bright blue eyes met yours, and he gave you a cheeky wink. 

"Come on, pretty baby. Don't get all shy on me now. Not after you let me take all those naughty pictures of you. Plus, this part was your idea, after all. So you better speak up."

A soft groan pulled from your throat as you arched your back and ran your hands up his strong arms. Letting your fingernails scrape along his shoulders. Leaving little red scratches marking him as yours. 

"Want you, Stephen. Want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Stephen. Fuck me like only you can, baby."

He rewarded you with a deep kiss, letting his teeth nip at your bottom lip before he started working his way down your neck. Stopping to whisper a "that's my good girl" in your ear before continuing down to your collarbones. Raising his voice once again so it would be audible on the video when he started speaking again.

"You know you are the only one I want to fuck right? This is the only body that gets me this fucking hard. Your's is the only pretty little pussy I dream about filling up every chance I get. Want you full of my cum all the time. Want everyone to know you're mine." 

You felt over the moon as Stephen started to kiss his way down your body. Stopping and spending a little bit of extra attention every time he hit a spot that elicited a gasp or moan. Making you arch your back to give him access to every inch of bare skin you could.

He momentarily popped back up to kiss your lips. Suddenly taking your hand in his and lowering it so you were cupping his hard length. Letting his hips rut forward as you started to eagerly massage his hard cock. Already moving to sit up, anticipating taking him in your mouth, only for him to push you back down on the bed.

"Nope, I'm not done with you, baby, lay back. Just wanted you to feel how hard you got me. Feel how much taking those naughty photos of you turned me on? And they are all mine to enjoy, just like my cock is all yours to enjoy."

With that, he promptly began working his way back down your body. Coming to rest between your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Leaving small nips on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rubbing his facial hair against your skin to tease you.

A soft "Stephen, please!" escaped from your lips as you impatiently waited for his lips and tongue to work their magic on you. Feeling your hips thrust on their own when you felt him blow against your wet cunt. Making your sex flutter and clench. One of his favorite sights. 

"Make sure you don't hold back any of those pretty noises darling, want to make sure everyone can hear. Look at the camera as I eat you out, baby." 

You followed his instructions and let your head turn to the side. Keeping your eyes open as you stared into the lens. Trying to fight the inkling of self-consciousness tugging at the back of your mind. 

Those thoughts vanished completely the moment you felt Stephen's warm tongue make its first pass through your folds. All you could focus on was the feeling of his mouth on you. The scratch of his goatee against your most sensitive spots. He was taking his time. Lavishing your cunt with long licks and sucking kisses.

Stephen was a perfectionist, and that translated into every aspect of his life. Including sex. His photographic memory helping to make sure he knew exactly what way to lick and suck at your pussy to bring you to climax in record time. Only using his fingers on occasion. He could get you there with his mouth alone. Tonight was clearly going to be one of those nights.

Your back arched as he suckled on your clit. Keeping your gaze locked on the camera lens. Making sure to give Stephen the sights and sounds he wanted for your video. A long moan falling when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you. Hitching your legs up higher and farther apart so he could go deeper while letting your hips start to rut against his face.

As soon as he could feel you getting close to orgasm, Stephen pulled away and pounced on you once again. Wasting no time before he started to slowly thrust his hard cock into you. His lips biting at your neck.

He growled when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock bottoming out inside you. Holding perfectly still and letting you start to squirm beneath him. Wanting you to beg him to move. 

"Tell me what you want. Want you to say it again. Say it to the camera, sweetheart. Tell them why you're whimpering."

Your face now contorted into a pout as you tried so hard to get any sort of friction. Stephen's hips pushed flush to yours, holding you firmly in place.

"Want you to fuck me, Stephen. Need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel good, daddy. Please make me cum. Please."

He smiled and kissed you deeply. Bringing his hands to cup your face and giving you another moment of sweet intimacy before he gave you what you wanted. Pulling away and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Scooting you just a little so the camera would be able to see his cock stretching and filling you. Once he had you right where he wanted you he began thrusting. 

"You asked for it, sweetheart. You turn me on so fucking much. This is just gonna be the first time I make you cum tonight. I'm not gonna stop until you feel like a goddess. My goddess." 

You reached up to intertwine you fingers with his as he started fucking you harder. Leaning forward so your ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed and his tip was pummeling that sweet spongy spot on your front wall. Making you clench around him each time he hit it. Your voice coming out in little squeaks and the sound of skin slapping punctuating Stephen's movements. 

You could already feel your orgasm building when Stephen moved to bring one hand down to begin rubbing at your clit. Pulling his cock out long enough to smear some of your wetness on the swollen bundle of nerves. Your cunt immediately clenching around him as he started tracing small circles there with his thumb. 

"That's it, my love. Can feel you getting close. You better cum soon because I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer. Wanna fill you up every day. Mark you as mine. Inside and out. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."

Stephen's own dirty talk getting the best of him. His head dropping down to watch his cock slamming in and out of your drenched cunt. Your pussy gripping tight around him sending him over the edge. His thrusts getting faster and his fingers on your clit mirroring his hips.

He let out a deep groan as he started cumming inside you. The feeling of his warm thick cum filling you triggering your own orgasm. Your cunt drenching his cock and his cum filling you completely. Your moans mingling in harmony with Stephen's. Your hands that were still clasped gripping each other tighter. 

Stephen's body falling onto yours and your lips meeting for slow, sweet kisses as your highs continued to ebb and flow. The sensations slowly fading as you came back down together. The feeling of Stephen's weight on top of you lulling you closer to sleep. All worries and neuroses disappearing and receding back into the depths of your mind. 

You were with Stephen, and Stephen loved you exactly as you were. He only had eyes for you, and he would love you no matter what. Even on days when you couldn't see your beauty, you knew he would help you to see it. Even when you didn't love yourself, he would give you enough love for both of you.

Eventually, Stephen rolled to the side and pulled you with him. Settling you under the covers and holding you close. Pressing kisses all over your face as you floated in the twilight space between waking and sleep. Not moving or pulling away until your breath settled into a steady rhythm that told him you were close to sleep.

Then Stephen stood up and went over to the phone. Stopping the recording and bringing the phone back over to the bed. Setting it down on his nightstand and purposely not setting his usual morning alarm. He wanted to sleep in with you tomorrow. He would deal with Wong later.

You were too exhausted to review the products of your photoshoot right now, but the next time you were feeling down or self-conscious, Stephen would be ready to show you just how beautiful you really were. If you still didn't believe him, maybe he would bring up the idea of an outside opinion like you suggested. You would have the world drooling over you, and he would get to gloat that you were all his.

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Last Updated: 2024-02-06

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ A Week Early￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.

✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."

✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."

✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."

✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."

✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.

✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.

✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.

✑ Come Home by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Following Mary's death, Sherlock sent you away to prevent you from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. However, now that you're back and has all the details, you're not sure your relationship can survive it. 

✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."

✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."

✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."

✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"

✑ Game is On, the by classickook • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."

✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"

✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.

✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •

Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."

✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."

✑ Jealous? by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 10: Baptism

Contents | Part 9 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Female Reader) The morning after stirs up a new Ellis, one who returns home with a newfound fire.

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, religious imagery, sexual references, scenes of verbal & physical conflict. Readers must be 18+

"Shit." 

You stirred slowly at the sound of Father Benedict's voice, his weight disappearing from beside you, making the mattress bounce and the bed frame creak. 

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit shit." The words left him in a panicked hiss, each utterance catching between his teeth.

You opened one eye, vision fuzzy in the dull morning light, too tired to make sense of what was happening. Why was he swearing? Had he already begun to regret what you'd done?

He hurried across the bedroom in a blur of bare skin and frantic whispers, hopping and stumbling into a pair of underpants as he made his way towards the window. 

"What's wrong?" you croaked, watching as he craned around the curtain, peering down towards the ground outside.

A knock at the front door answered your question. He ducked down quickly, adjusting himself in his pants as he slowly rose back up again. Another knock. 

"Fuck," he whispered. "Shit, fuck-"

"Father?" a distant voice called out. "Father, are you in there?" 

"Is that June?" you asked quietly, eyes widening as you sat up and clutched the duvet to your bare chest, as though the sound of her voice alone was enough to make you feel indecent.

He groaned despairingly into his hands as she knocked again, calling out to him with concern through the letterbox. 

"What's going on?" you whispered. "Why is she here?" 

"Because I- shitting hell," he hissed. "I overslept."

"For what?" 

"Morning bloody prayer. I can't believe I-" He stopped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before unlatching the window and pushing it open. "June! June, up here," he shouted, waving down at her with an apologetic smile. "I am... so sorry, I- I wasn't feeling well last night and I've slept in."

"You slept in?" she replied. Her voice was faint, the wind carrying most of it away. "But I've already opened the church doors-"

"No, no that's fine. Really, I just have to get dressed and then I'll be there." 

"Well people've already started arriving. What do I do in the meantime?"

"Tell her to try out some of her standup material," you muttered from the bed.

He choked back a laugh and swatted his hand at you, like a silent telling off. "Just-" He cleared his throat, taking a moment to straighten his face. "Just tell them I'm running late but shouldn't be more than a few minutes." 

You weren't sure if she said anything else after that - the woman tended to mumble at the best of times - but the sound of her footsteps fading over the gravel driveway made it clear she was retreating.

Father Benedict shut the window and turned around, blowing out a puff of air as he leaned back against the wall. "I can't believe I overslept." 

"You were up late, to be fair," you replied. 

He allowed his eyes to wander, just for a moment, over the messy bed, your bare thigh peeking through a gap in the duvet. "Still," he began, shaking it away and rushing to the wardrobe. "I have a responsibility to my congregation, I can't just... not show up, it's..." 

You sat quietly as he rummaged through his clothes, hanger hooks screeching as he moved them back and forth along the rail. He pulled out a shirt and shrugged it on, turning towards you as he buttoned it up.

"This isn't how I'd ideally have liked this morning to go. But I shouldn't be gone for more than a couple of hours," he said. "I lead prayer, then afterwards I host a small social meet for some elderly members, but it won't take long."

Your back straightened slightly. "Y-you... want me to stay here while you're gone?" 

"Yeah," he replied casually as he grabbed a pair of trousers and stepped into them. "Unless- Do you have to be somewhere?"

"No- well, not until later." 

"Okay. Just... help yourself to something to eat, preferably stay away from the windows-"

You giggled. 

"And I'll drive you home when I get back." 

"You really don't have to-"

"I want to."

You conceded, nodding softly and settling back against the headboard. 

He pulled open a drawer and grabbed a pair of socks before hooking his fingers into his shoes and making his way towards the door. "Okay, back soon." 

"You might want to fix your hair," you called out. 

He stopped, turning back to look at you as he ran a hand through the wild locks. "Better?" 

"It'll do." 

You sat on the back doorstep of the rectory, warming your hands on a mug of tea as you watched your dress blowing on the washing line. Last night's storm had given way to a mild morning, but the wind still had a bite, making the dress flutter and dance in the air, the bright yellow fabric billowing like a flag at full mast. You never drank tea; why you'd chosen to make some now was a mystery. It just felt right, the kind of thing a normal person would do whilst they sat waiting for clothes to dry.

The garden was quaint and secluded, a boarder of thick bushes and tall trees beyond the mossy stone walls, enclosing the small pocket of green in total privacy. You sipped your tea as birds chirped and bounced from tree to tree, the smell of the toast you'd made still drifting out from the kitchen.

Maybe this kind of life wouldn't be so bad, you thought. You were sure you could learn to like tea, hang washing on the line every morning, make breakfast as birds sang beyond the garden wall. You could bake cakes for parish fundraisers, have a bunch of kids and give them 'sensible' names like Jacob or Charlotte, take them to mass every weekend, say grace around the dinner table. Maybe it wouldn't matter that you didn't actually believe in any of it, because once the church doors closed and the kids went to bed, it'd be just the two of you. And he already knew, but he wanted you anyway. 

"God, Ellis, get a grip," you muttered. "One night together and suddenly you're the pastor's wife." 

You rose to your feet, pausing on the doorstep to gaze up at a blanket of soft grey clouds rolling in overhead. It was going to rain again, you thought. You made your way back into the kitchen and tipped the last of the tea down the drain, swilling the mug with water and drying it with a tea towel. It was nice to see an empty sink; no plates covered in dried food, no wet, grimy sponges or wine glasses rimmed with Gina's lipstick.

Gina. 

Your stomach turned at the thought of her; how she was probably at home right now waiting for you to come back, or maybe she didn't even care that you were gone. Could you even call that place home anymore? Home was supposed to be a sanctuary; a place of warmth, comfort, safety. Yet all that house seemed to be was a collection of closed doors, strangers with familiar faces and rooms you never spent time in.

The sound of the front door latch made you still, a click followed by a creak, footsteps moving through the house towards you. For a moment you worried it may not be him, how you would explain why you were there, alone, wearing clothes that didn't belong to you. But the fear was fleeting, quelling instantly when a deep, rich voice chimed from the living room.

"Ellis? Are you still here?" 

"Yeah, I'm in here," you replied. 

He stepped halfway through the door with a smile; the same smile you'd come to look forward to whenever you arrived at church. It was charming, gracious, every inch of his face brightening the moment he laid eyes on you. You smiled back, though you weren't sure you could ever produce an expression as naturally warm as his. 

"Hi," he said. 

"Hi." 

"Look what I found." He moved further into the kitchen, revealing a small leather handbag dangling by its strap over his index finger. 

He handed it to you with a smile and you thanked him in a relieved sigh, making your way to the kitchen table and unzipping it with haste. He pulled out the chair beside you and sat down too, stealing a piece of half-eaten toast from the plate you'd left on the table and munching on it quietly as he watched you. 

You took out your phone, tapping your thumbs with futility against the shiny black screen. "Dead," you said. "Thought as much." 

"I think I have a charger somewhere if-"

"Nah it's okay. Haven't paid my phone bill so it makes no difference anyway." 

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he swept the crumbs off his hands. "Do you want to use my phone?" 

"You have a phone?" 

"Why wouldn't I have a phone?" 

"I don't know, just hard to imagine a priest... texting."

"I text." 

You couldn't help the amusement creeping across your face, the thought of his name popping up on your screen; what would you save him as? Ben? Father Benedict? Perhaps just Father would suffice. Daddy?- No, Ellis.

"Do you think priests take vows to live like it's the 1800's or something?" he asked.

You shrugged. "I just assumed if you needed to use a phone you'd have one of those old rotary ones or something." 

"Oh my god." He laughed, too amused to notice the blasphemous slip. 

You slid the phone back into your bag and dragged the zip closed slowly, watching each metal tooth knit together with far more focus than the task required. 

He stopped laughing and cocked his head, eyes darting over your face. "Are you alright?" 

"Hm?" 

"You. Are you okay?"

You remained quiet for a moment, chewing the inside of your cheek in thought. "Y'know I've never liked that question. It's too broad, don't you think? Makes my brain feel all jumbled." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, okay in what sense? Physically? Mentally? Right this minute or in life in general?" You relaxed slightly into the back of your chair. "Sometimes, people don't even actually want to know how you are at all, they're just saying it instead of 'hello'..."

A smile curled slightly at one side of his mouth. "Well I actually want to know how you are." 

"In which way?" 

"Let's go with all of them. How are you? In every iteration." 

"Hm. Well, physically, I'm tired, a little sore, my foot is killing me. But emotionally I feel... weirdly calm; like last night changed something in me. But I'm not necessarily sure that's a bad thing."

"You feel different?"

"Yeah. Don't you?" 

He let his head fall slightly to one side, his gaze turning distant, just for a moment. "No." He shook his head, focusing his attention back on you. "Honestly, I thought I would. I went to sleep last night convinced I'd wake up full of regret and shame and- no offence-"

"Mm," you replied sarcastically.

"But I didn't. I still felt... like me. Like nothing's changed." 

"Even after all that sinning you did?" you joked. "You sinned a lot, father." 

He dropped his head to hide a smirk. "Hey, what happens in the rectory stays in the rectory." 

Your shoulders shook with a chuckle, making him smile. 

"I like it when you laugh," he said softly. "You don't do it enough." 

You glanced across at him; at those sea foam eyes, so striking against the tired red of their waterlines. 

"I have a stupid laugh," you replied quietly. 

He smiled, shifting in his seat to move himself closer, his body leaning in slowly towards you. "You have a lovely laugh."

It was strange, how even after a night like last night - after growing so familiar with the intricacies of his body and submitting yours so willingly to him - the sight of his face edging closer, lips parting gently in anticipation, was still so butterfly-inducing. 

You'd resigned yourself to the idea that you'd never get to kiss him again, that when the sun rose that morning, all of the intimacy you'd shared would be washed away with last night's storm. Yet here you were, gazing at him through heavy lashes, your focus rolling slowly back and forth between his eyes and mouth as you sat perfectly still, letting him come to you. Closer and closer until you couldn't see anything but him, couldn't hear anything besides your own heartbeat, the gentle pattering of rain against the kitchen window. 

Rain. 

"Oh, shit!" You jumped up quickly and bolted to the back door, throwing it open and hurrying over the grass towards the washing line.

You were back in the dress, although you weren't sure it resembled sunshine much anymore. There were patches that hadn't fully dried, smudges of dirt from holding your shoes in your lap, and a small bloodstain on the skirt. Yesterday, you'd felt pretty when you put it on. Today, you hadn't even dared glance at your own reflection. 

Father Benedict turned the heat up in the car, sliding the vents to point the warm air in your direction. You were thankful for it, relaxing back into the seat and staring out the window as he drove, slowing for a red light almost as soon as he pulled out of the church grounds. 

"So where are you going to say you were last night?" he asked. 

You could tell the question had been itching to get out, dancing on his tongue until he finally found the right moment to let it spill. 

"I haven't thought about it," you replied. "Suppose it's none of their business where I was." 

"What if anyone else asks?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him, sensing there was a specific answer he wanted to hear, one that would free the tension he'd been holding in his shoulders since he'd got behind the wheel. 

"I'm not going to tell anyone what happened, Father," you finally replied, trying your best to make your voice sound soft, reassuring, trustworthy. 

He glanced over at you for a second before fixing his gaze back on the road, the light finally turning green again.

"Thank you," he said. "I mean, it's not that I- I'm not saying I want to pretend this never happened or anything. I just..."

"Want to pretend this never happened." 

He laughed gently through his nose. "No. I just need to figure out the best way to navigate through-"

"Navigate," you groaned teasingly. "God, you sound like an internet life coach."

He rolled his eyes. "Navigate is a perfectly normal word."

"It's a fluffer. You're fluffing up the point you're trying to make." 

He looked at you again, longer this time. "Alright. I don't want to give up my priesthood." 

"I know. I never expected you would." 

"It's who I am. My faith, it's... such an integral part of me. And that's not me saying last night wasn't also me. I just... You've thrown some things into question, made me act in ways that definitely wouldn't go down well if the church found out." 

"I made you?" 

He smirked. "Mhm, all your fault." 

You turned back to the window, biting your lip to suppress a smile. "At least you won't have to deal with me hanging around the church anymore." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well I admitted I lied. I'm just a big fat nonbeliever. No reason for me to attend services anymore." 

He paused in thought, steering the car smoothly with his large, agile hands. The movement made you shiver; the sight of his fingers curling around the wheel, the protruding knuckles and prominent veins, even more attractive now you knew what it felt like to have them on you. 

"So does that mean you won't be coming to help out on Thursday?" he asked, entirely oblivious to your ogling. 

"Thursday?"

"The communion session."

You closed your eyes, letting out a long, exasperated exhale. "Shit," you whispered. "I forgot about that."

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," he said. "I can make do-"

"No, no, I offered to help out."

With every traffic light, every turn of a corner and familiar street, you felt the tension turning your limbs to stone. Nerves flooded your stomach at the thought of walking back into that house, confronting the people you somehow wanted to slap and thank at the same time. 

Father Benedict bumped the kerb gently, rolling to a stop beside the front gate. He pulled the handbrake, the car plummeting into silence as he switched off the engine, the only sound coming from your deep intake of breath, the sigh that left you as you turned your head to face him. 

You took a moment to look at him, to let your eyes skim over every line and curve of his face. You would see him again, of course you would, but not like this. 

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" he asked.

You nodded, allowing a quick smile before grabbing your bag and the straps of your shoes. 

"Ellis..." 

You glanced back up to find him staring straight ahead through the windshield, head tipped back slightly against the headrest. 

"I meant what I said last night." He didn't look at you. "You shouldn't let anyone who isn't worthy go near you again." 

It made everything feel more real, somehow, hearing those words repeated without the cloud of heat and lust surrounding you. 

"Promise me," he said, finally making eye contact. 

"I promise." The words left you in an awkward stammer, mouth moving before your brain had a chance to catch up. 

You undid your seatbelt and reached for the door handle, the hinges groaning and grinding as you pushed your elbow against the door, always forgetting how stiff it was until you found yourself fighting to open it.

You leaned all of your weight into it, but it didn't budge. "It's jammed," you said. "Like actually jammed this time." 

He sighed and unclipped his seatbelt. "Honestly, this piece of shit car," he mumbled as he leaned over to help.

His body was stretched across yours, so close you could see the muscles straining in his neck, feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. You pressed your back into the seat to give him more room, watching his throat bob with a hard swallow as he pushed on the door, finally getting it to open.

"There we are," he groaned. 

"Thanks," you said softly.

He looked at you, still leant over your body, eyes falling to your chest as it rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths. And when his gaze snapped back up to meet yours, there was an entirely different expression on his face. 

"Alfie!" Gina's voice screeched in the distance, turning the heat between you ice cold. 

You turned to see her on the front doorstep of the house, her panic and anger clear despite the distance between you. 

"Alfie! It's Ellis, she's back!"

You sighed and climbed out of the car, closing the door behind you with your hip.

"Where the fuck have you been!?"

You didn't answer her, walking barefoot over the pavement towards the gate, barely getting it open before Alfie appeared at her side. He pushed past her, steam practically rising from the top of his head as he came bounding down the path towards you. 

"What the fuck are you playing at, Ellis!?" he shouted. 

You'd never seen him like this before, so aggressive in his movements, clenched teeth and balled fists, the fury palpable beneath his skin. 

"Just disappearing like that!? Not answering your phone all night!? Do you know how fucking worried we've been!? We were this close to calling the fucking police!-" 

He stopped a few feet away from you, his focus shifting to the tall figure emerging from the car. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as he watched Father Benedict approaching. 

"Don't I know you...?" he muttered in confusion. 

"It's the vicar," Gina called out, hurrying down the path. 

"Priest," you corrected bluntly.

"Really, Ellis?" Alfie snarled. "Is this a fucking joke!? I've been up all night with no idea where you were, and you've been with him!?" 

He marched angrily towards you, stopping suddenly when Father Benedict stepped in the way.

"Whoa there," your priest said calmly, voice so deep it was almost inaudible.

Alfie took a breath, back straightening as he glared at the man in front of him. "What? You think I was going to hit her?" He sneered in genuine offence. "What kind of man do you think I am?" 

"Probably best I don't answer that question," Father Benedict quipped.

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Let's just calm down and go inside," said Gina, grabbing Alfie by the sleeve of his shirt.

He shrugged her off. "No. I want to know who the fuck this guy thinks he is." 

"He's the guy who let me sleep on his couch when I said I didn't want to come home," you said. "Because I caught my boyfriend fucking my best friend, in case you'd forgot that part." 

"Oh of course you're piping up now you've got this dick head sticking up for you." 

Father Benedict smiled, which only seemed to irritate him more.

"What's a priest doing getting all pally with some random woman who doesn't even believe in God anyway? It's fucking creepy, you're a fucking creep." He pointed his finger in his face, spitting the words at him. 

"Put the finger down," he said calmly. 

"What? This?" He began pushing it hard into his chest, poking and prodding him roughly.

"Oh Alfie, grow up," you said. 

"I understand you've been worried about her," said Father Benedict, gripping him firmly by the wrist to stop the childish assault. "But taking your anger out on me isn't going to solve anything. I was just dropping her home." 

"Do you want a medal?" He snatched his hand away. "Want me to thank you for harbouring her in your house while I worried sick all night?" 

You couldn't help but scoff. "I wouldn't have left in the first place if you hadn't been sleeping with-"

"You shut-"

It all happened so fast you barely had time to react; Alfie turning towards you, pointing in your face as he took another quick, belligerent step forward. Father Benedict intercepting with a swift swing of his arm, his fist cracking against the side of his face and knocking him to the ground. 

You took a sharp breath, somewhere between a gasp and a choke, watching as Gina dropped to her knees at Alfie's side with a panicked yell. Father Benedict sucked in the air through his teeth, hissing as he shook his hand, a pained expression scrunching his nose. 

"Oh my god," you breathed, grabbing him by the upper arms and pulling him back, dragging him over to the car.

"Fuck sake," he whispered, opening and closing his fist. 

"I can't believe you just did that." 

"I'm so sorry, I just- I thought he was going to-"

"What the fuck!?" Gina shouted. "Aren't you supposed to be a fucking pacifist or some shit!?" 

Alfie groaned, pushing her hands away as she tried to examine his face. 

"Just go inside, Gina, Jesus Christ!" you shouted. 

You took his hand in yours and he let you hold it for a moment, looking over the grazes on his knuckles in stunned silence.  "It's okay, I'm alright," he said, gently pulling away and shaking it out again.

"You prick," Alfie spat as he clambered to his feet.

You sighed, nodding towards the car. "You should go." 

He hesitated, eyes darting between his hand and the face he'd just pummelled with it. 

"I'll be fine," you insisted. "Honestly. He's a dick but he wouldn't hurt me." 

"Forgive me for finding that hard to believe." 

"He wouldn't, I swear. I just want to go upstairs, get a shower, get my stuff together. I'll be alright." 

There was a deep, reluctant rumble in his throat before he finally gave in, turning to make his way to the driver's side door. You exhaled a shaking breath, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him get in, trying to ignore the chaos still erupting behind you. 

He got in the car and shut the door, concern etched between his brows as he looked at you through the passenger window. You gave a reassuring smile and waved him off, stepping back through the gate.

"Wait, Ellis," he called as he rolled down the window and leaned over. "Here." 

You walked closer, plucking a small piece of paper from his outstretched fingers. 

"If you need me," he said simply. 

You looked down at the paper as the car rolled away, a mobile number scribbled hastily across it, 'I text' written below. You laughed to yourself and closed your fist around it, turning on your sore, bare heels and making your way up the path towards the house. 

You'd made it halfway upstairs when you heard the front door slam behind you, the sound of footsteps hurrying after you. 

"Wait, Ellis," Gina barked. "Do you not think we need to talk!?" 

You spun around, looking down at her as she followed you. "No, I don't." 

"I'm pressing charges on him," said Alfie.

"He was protecting me," you replied angrily. "He thought you were about to hit me." 

"Look, I don't care about what happened out there," said Gina. 

"I fucking do," Alfie mumbled. 

"We need to talk about yesterday." 

You rolled your eyes and continued up the stairs. "You mean when I walked in on you screwing my boyfriend?" 

"Ellis-"

"How long? Actually, y'know what? I don't care. You're welcome to him. I was done anyway." 

"What?" Alfie shouted, jogging up to catch you. 

You walked down the landing to your bedroom, turning just before you reached the door. "I was done. With us." 

He pushed past Gina, making his way towards you. There was a bright red mark on the side of his face, a cut on his lip and blood smeared around his nostril. You almost felt bad for him, but then he spoke. 

"You are fucking him, aren't you!" 

You sighed, opening the door and stepping into your room. "What are you-"

"The priest! That's where you were last night, that's why he just punched me in the face like some fucking yob in a nightclub-"

"Anything to make yourself feel better about what you did, Alfie." 

You slid open a drawer and pulled out a towel, wedging it under your arm as you fished for some clean clothes. 

"You're not denying it," he said from the doorway. 

"I have denied it, you just don't want to listen." 

"Bullshit. You've been acting different ever since you started going to that church. I knew there had to be a reason for it. It's not normal, Ellis! And I don't buy for one second you've just made innocent pals with that guy. It's- It's weird! Leaving me here so you can go and spend time with that-"

"Do you know what, fine. Yeah, I slept with him," you began, walking towards him. "And do you know something else? He was better, and bigger, and more skilled than you could ever hope to be." 

He swallowed, his face hard and unamused, eyes scanning your face in an attempt to figure out if you were lying or not. 

You came face-to-face with him, leaning in to speak slowly and quietly. "He made me come so hard he had to cover my mouth just to keep me quiet." 

You elbowed past him, leaving him speechless behind you. 

"Ellis," said Gina, standing in the way of the bathroom. "I just want to talk-"

"I don't have anything to say," you interrupted bluntly. "Our entire friendship has just been you keeping me around to make yourself feel better. Patronising me, infantilising me, making me feel so wildly uncomfortable about who I am. You've made it very clear you can have any man you want, yet you decided to fuck mine. All because I stood up to you at the christening, made you feel stupid for half a fucking second." 

She shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. "It's not like that." 

You stepped around her, pushing into the bathroom. 

"I think I actually have feelings for him, Ellis." 

"Of course you do. And you know what? Congratulations. I'm glad it's you he'll be flailing about on top of instead of me." 

Her jaw sharpened, teeth grinding behind pursed lips. "Y'know... I think you should probably look for somewhere else to live..." 

You gave a dry laugh. "Shags my boyfriend then kicks me out. Classic Gina." 

You slammed the door and locked it, letting your forehead rest against the wood for a moment as you caught your breath. That was so unlike you. All of it. The harshness, the sarcasm, the honesty. It felt good. So why were you trembling?

You stripped off your dress and sat on the edge of the bath, gently peeling away the dressing from the sole of your foot. It didn't look as bad as it felt, the dried blood covering a small slice, the skin around it darkening with a bruise. 

You turned on the shower, holding your hand beneath the water until it warmed up, watching the stream run off the tips of your fingers like ribbons. This water was going to cleanse you; wash away the dirt and sweat and rain, the anger, the shame. You were going to scrub it all away and step out anew. 

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, argument, menstruation

Sherlock paced the flat, occasionally tapping away on his phone. I sat in John’s chair, curled up around myself as tightly as I could.

“Sherlock.” I said. He continued to ignore me. “Sherlock.” There was a raise of the eyebrow but he still continued to ignore me. “Sherlock Holmes!” He jolted and frowned as he turned to look at me.

“What? What could you possibly want that is more important than this case?” He asked, venom dripping from his voice.

“and what about that case is more important than your partner being in pain?” I shot back. Sherlock looked me over.

“I see nothing wrong with you.” Sherlock scoffed.

“of course you don’t.” I muttered, getting up and grabbing my coat. “You’re such a fucking machine that you can’t even tell when your partner is in the middle of their period.” I shrugged my coat on and opened the door. “When you get your shit together Sherlock, call me. Until then…” I shook my head and left. I could hear him calling for me but I ignored him. Mrs. Hudson came out of her flat and looked up as I came down the stairs.

“what’s all that yelling about?” She asked.

“Sherlock being a dumbass as usual.” I muttered as I paused in front of her. “He thinks the case is more important than whatever I have doing on right now so I’m going to leave him to his own devices until he can get his shit together.”

“John will be back soon. Maybe if you wait…” I shook my head and sighed.

“I can’t wait for John to come back. I’ll rip his head off while we wait.” I admitted. “And as pissed as I am at him, he doesn’t deserve it.” Mrs. Hudson rubbed my arm.

“be safe luv.” She said before letting me leave. I wandered the streets of London, grabbing fish and chips from queensway before taking the London eye. I watched a couple take a picture in front of the parliament building, kissing before giggling at each other. I smiled softly to myself, pulling my phone out of my pocket as it buzzed.

‘The case can wait. You’re more important to me than anything. Please come home -SH’

biting my lip, I texted Sherlock back. I explained that I was still pissed off at him and I would be back later. I didn’t receive a response so I pocketed my phone and continued to walk around the city. When I had reached whitechapel, I started to head down towards the Jack the Ripper museum. I paused when I saw Sherlock leaning against the building.

“Sherlock…” I said, looking around before stopping in front of him. “What…”

“I’ve been an idiot.” He said, reaching out to touch my arm. “You always come here when you’re pissed at me. Or life. You’re looking for something to help solve it. Why I don’t know but it’s admirable. The unsolvable case.” He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re admirable. Everything about you. And you are more important to me than any damn case.”

“glad you finally noticed.” I said, chuckling as I shook my head. “John knock some sense into you?”

“Mrs. Hudson.” Sherlock admitted. “And you. I didn’t realize that you were feeling like shit. For all my deduction and reasoning…I failed you.” Sherlock wrapped his arms around me. “I’m sorry. Really. How does going home sound?” I nodded, wrapping an arm around his waist as he turned to lead me back to baker street.

“strange to hear you apologize.” I mused as I laid my head on his shoulder. Sherlock hummed in agreement.

“Someone must have really knocked some sense into me then.” He teased. I smiled at him. Sherlock leaned down and pressed a kiss to my head. “If you ever need help solving that case…I’d be happy to help.”

“I think I’ve got this one.” I said, pausing and turning in his hold. “But thank you.” I leaned in and kissed Sherlock with the sun setting behind parliament.

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Jealousy and Submission

+18 Smut (Rough sex)

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!StarkReader

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

Word Count: 3,800k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey baby, still at work?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stephen... can we talk?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're distracting me from my reading."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my god...fuck."

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

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

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

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

He did not answer. He was still angry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slapped your ass "Say you are mine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled satisfied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Stephen please."

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

"I'm yours Stephen, only yours."

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "I'm sure your father will approve those"

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

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

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

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

He nodded "I will."

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[marvel-snape-writes]

The thought of Ben all worked up in the wings/backstage of an awards show but being denied the one thing he wants is so stupidly sexy I just had to jot down this random bit of drabble… enjoy 😶

“Give me…” Benedict spoke out of breath from how badly he wanted it, “One good reason why I shouldn’t have you right here.”

“I’ll do better than that,” She responded, sliding her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders while remaining pressed up against the wall, “I’ll give you two.”

“Go ahead.” He swallowed hard, trying to ignore her fingertips now dancing along his belt.

“The first is that we’re in the wings of a live television broadcast, anyone could approach us at any moment,” She spoke tauntingly close to his lips, “The second being that you’re due to accept or present an award at any moment, too.”

“Fuck that,” He shook his head, opening his heavy eyes briefly before leaning in, in an attempt of kissing her lips and groaning when she turned her head, resulting in his lips just skimming her cheek, “Want you now.” He whimpered into her ear.

“Ben, you can’t even talk in full sentences…” She exhaled a soft giggle, hooking her index fingers into his belt loops and purposely pulling him closer.

“Your fault…” He hissed through his teeth as their bodies touched.

“Getting out there will make it stop.” She shrugged, lightly tugging on his belt loops a coupe of times.

“Don’t want it to stop,” He leaned in again to try and kiss her lips but only kissing the air as she moved back again, “Don’t want you to stop.”

She grinned from his several attempts at both trying to kiss her or form a full sentence — enjoying having the upper hand and enjoying his reaction even more. She let out a shaky breath from the sound of his teeth clattering together from his failed attempts of nipping her bottom lip between them. He dipped his head forward several times as his trembling hands moved up and down her sides, desperately trying to grasp onto her clothing and getting evidently more and more worked up each time she denied him a kiss.

“Ben,” she smirked, turning her head again, “Ben,” she repeated, unhooking one of her hands from his belt loop and pressing her index finger against his pursed lips, “Ben.” She spoke in a more firm tone as he brushed his lips against her finger.

“Hm?” He parted his lips, pushing the tip of her finger into his mouth before whining in frustration as she pulled it back.

“Behave yourself.” She spoke lowly, gazing up at him as she pressed her index finger against his lips with a little more pressure this time.

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I don’t know what to continue with or whether to continue at all… so if you have any comment or input, feel free to let me know 😂♥️

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[lokidokieokie]

Dr. Stephen Strange / Benedict Cumberbatch Masterlist

DR. STEPHEN STRANGE

SERIES

Beyond the Pages (ONGOING)

It was just your weekly trip to the comic-book store. While looking for a comic for your collection, you stumble upon an old-looking book, with an odd combination of symbols on the cover. You, being drawn to the weirdness of it, pick it up and open the cover. A strange force surrounded your person; and the next thing you knew, you were waking up on the steps of what looked to be 177A Bleecker Street. What had you gotten yourself into?

MINI-SERIES

The Great Escape (COMPLETE)

Based upon a request

A Love Torn Asunder (COMPLETE)

Ella becomes pregnant with Doctor Strange’s baby, but Stephen is uncertain about their future together and leaves the reader with a hard decision to make.

A Spoonful of Sugar (ONGOING)

Once, after a battle, you visited Stephen with some of your delicious home-made pastries to help him feel better. Eventually that became a ritual. 

ONESHOTS

You've Been Here all this Time?

Oops...?

Sleepy Realisations

Tony was Wrong

Practice Makes Perfect

Bloodied and Bruised

The Strange Approach

The Ghost of Kamar-Taj

Knight in a Sentient Cloak

I'm Here, Whenever You're Ready

From the Pages of History

Undercover Rhythm

Shattered Sanctum

Change is Never Easy | 2

DRABBLES

Forever; Endlessly

Beyond the Broken Hands

The Healing Touch

An Apprenticeship with a Twist

The Blip's Silver Lining

A Clumsy Pursuit

BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH

found online...credit to original creator

ONESHOTS

The "L" Word

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[larasmultiversesworld]

You're my last hope

Summary: Y/n wants help and the only person who listens to her is sherlock.. so she goes to him but the question is : will he help her ? Will he notices that she needs help?

Warnings: mention of loss , nightmares Dr*g use

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As the rain poured on the streets of London y/n was standing in baker street 221b outside of the door of the most famous detective Sherlock Holmes..

y/n was still hesitant wither to knock or just leave , she finally decided to knock on the door an elderly woman answered the door .. Ms. Hudson

“oh , hi dear you must be here for Sherlock” she says excited by the fact that Sherlock has got a client after a long time

“yes , is he here?” y/n asked quietly as she moved her umbrella out of her view, Ms. Hudson moved out of the doorway so y/n can go in

“Yes , just go upstairs” she says as she took y/n’s umbrella

y/n thanked her and went upstairs and knocked on his door

“no Ms. Hudson I don’t want any te-“ his sentence was cut when he opened the door he found y/n standing in front of him , it’s been a while since they saw each other

“Well that’s a surprise” he says smirking slightly as he moved away and sat on his chair

y/n was still standing at his doorway fiddling with her fingers behind her back

of course that did not slip from Sherlock , he immediately noticed her nervousness

“please , have a seat” he said as he pointed at the chair were his hands rested on the arms of his chair

y/n stepped in and sat on the chair that was in front of him

she took a deep breath quietly still don’t know how to approach him after all she wasn’t here for a case…

“so , what do I own the pleasure ?” he says as he crossed his legs 

“I need your help” she says simply her eyes frowning in concern

“I’m all ears y/n” he says gently even tho he feels lightheaded he whished he didn’t take the last dose

He clenched his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose

“Are you alright?” y/n asked quietly

“yes , yes I’m fine” he says but it came harsher than he intended to

There was a pause of silence but y/n decided to break it

“So I’ve been having this dream over and over again non stop and it’s driving me mad” she says letting out a shaky breath at the end

“I solve cases y/n not dreams!” he says sternly as he got up

“Just hear me out as a friend” she says desperate for help

“I can’t sleep , it’s driving me mad” she says quietly

He looked at her a slight concern hides behind his cold gaze that he did not show

He glanced at her wrists that was slightly shown under her sleeves and saw some scars but he didn’t mention them

“A dream you say?” he asks as he turned his gaze back at her as he paced around the room glancing at her dress eyeing her up and down reading her expressions and movements and the way she’s fiddling with her fingers her hands slightly shaking with anxiety.

Above and to the left of her head from his perspective, imaginary chalk writing appears in large letters reading “liar” but he shakes his hands in front of him to make the thought  go away.

He knew y/n well and a liar isn’t her , y/n was still sitting in her place watching every move he does

“Do you want me to continue ?” she asks quietly deciding to break the silence

As he heard her speak he stopped in his track his thoughts stops as he does so..

“Oh yes please’’ he say as he sat back down on the chair

“It’s always a small girl got stuck on a plane where everyone was asleep or dead I don’t know” she says as she stood up biting on her nails

“The annoying thing … you’re always in my dream” she continued

Sherlock looked interested now he leant forward placing his elbows on his knee his chin resting on his hand “what do I do in your dream ?”

“I -I don’t remember … you’re talking but it’s almost I can’t hear it like you’re far away” she explains quietly as she kept pacing around the room

“And – and when I wake up I’m always sweating and shaken up a bit dizzy” she continues her voice growing vulnerable

“It feels like I’m going crazy .. when I told my friends they said it’s fine just let it past but I can’t” she says as her pacing didn’t stop.

“What do you mean you wake up dizzy ?” he asks as something clicked in his mind she was about to respond but he cut her with another question

“do you live alone or with someone a family member ? friend? Boyfriend”? He says rushed as he got up and went to the window looking outside and then turned back at her

“No .. I live alone why?” She asks as she stopped her pacing but kept biting on her nail

“It can mean different things , maybe you just need to see a therapist to get rid off the nightmares or someone seduce before you sleep” he says simply as he shrugged his shoulders How on earth-“ he interrupted her

“Hang on a minute” he turns to the window  “I was looking out of the window. Why was I doing that?” He says to himself but he shook his head as he turned to face her again

“What else did you see in that dream ?” he asks urgently

“A woman … she has long dark hair … but I saw her on the streets once and I thought it’s normal to dream about someone you meet once righ-“  Sherlock interrupted her

“yes , yes it’s normal but if she keeps showing up maybe it’s not”

“She always keep saying ‘there’s no way to run’ ” y/n says quietly

Raising his head he looks across to y/n, then does a double-take and notice the wet patch on the top of her dress’ right shoulder. Looking away briefly, he returns his gaze to her and three chalk words appear above her, one over each shoulder and one over the top of her hair. Each word reads “damp”. Hauling himself to his feet, he waves his hand at her twice and the two words over her shoulders dissipate while she flinches away from him, then he sweeps his hand over the top of her head and the last word also dissipates and the chalk dust floats away. She looks up at him nervously as he reaches out and touches his fingers to her right shoulder

“Coat” he says simply

“What ? I don’t have a coat” she says confused noticed how he completely changed the subject

“Yeah, that’s what I just noticed. I wonder why?” he says as he walked past her to go to the kitchen

“Sherlock you can’t just leave me now” she says as she went behind him but he stood in front the kitchen as he was blocking her view from something

“Night-night!” he says as he closed the kitchen doors in her face

“You’re my last hope, please” She says quietly as she was still standing in front the closed door , he opened the door slightly just to reveal his face “Really? That’s bad luck, isn’t it?” “Goodnight. Go away.” he says as he slides the doors closed. She shuts her eyes in despair.

She took her bag and headed downstairs , as she was  just opening the front door , she heard a rushed footsteps coming down the stairs  “Stop. Wait!” Sherlock says loudly

She turns to see Sherlock half-hurrying and half-falling down the stairs, his right hand braced against the wall. He stops at the bottom of the stairs

“Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it, do you hear me?” He says urgently , y/n stares at him looking confused

“Off it..” He says sternly as he paused to catch his breath

“the scars”  he says as he pointed at her scars on her wrist

she pulled down on her dress sleeves

“you never saw them” she says quietly

“I don’t need to see them , it’s a simple dedication for a woman like you” he says breathing heavily slightly

“after your mom passed away when you were a teen , it took a part of you y/n I’m not an idiot” he says gently as he was about to reach for her arm but he flinched back

“You become distance and not optimistic like you used to ... I know you y/n .. so I know when you're sad” he adds quietly as she approached her

“this visit wasn’t just about the dream right ?” he says softly

“you needed someone to talk to isn’t it ?” he added

she looked down to keep her watery eyes away from him ,

“why you didn’t talk with your family ?” he asks quietly

“I don’t want to be a burden” she answered sniffling slightly

Sherlock sighs quietly as he approached , He tentatively raises his arms, perhaps hesitating momentarily for fear of being rejected then slowly puts his left hand onto y/n’s arm and his right hand onto her back before sliding it upwards to gently cradle her head. He moves closer, sliding his left arm up to her back

“it’s okay” he whispers gently

y/n was shocked but also grateful by his comfort , she placed her head gently against his chest “it’s not okay” she says her voice is shaky

He lowers his cheek onto the top of her head and he adds softly “no , but we will figure it out … together”

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[strangelockd]

Another ordeerrrrrrr-

Can I get uhhhhhh, #10 Orgasm Denial mixed with #13 Deepthroat with reader doing this to Defender? Thankkssss

Pairing: Defender Strange X Fem Reader

Synopsis: READ PART 1 HERE.

The reader wakes up Defender Strange in the best way possible. But she also has a few tricks up her sleeve to get him to stay 😉

Word Count: 1.8K

Warning: Porn with a bit of plot(after the cut), Spanish speaking Stephen(don’t worry I translated), Oral sex(M & F), Orgasm denial(M receiving), Deepthroating, Praise, Dirty talk, Face riding, Fluff, Sub Defender, Im sure I missed something. If your under 18 and read this, thats on you…

A/N: Thank you so much @lady-harvey for this steamy Idea!!! I thought why not mash both your requests bc they're about our adorable Oreo. I hope this fulfill's your desires.

Rain pattered off the windows as you awoke to Stephen still sound asleep snoring away. He looked so at peace with not a care in the world, no universes to balance, nothing keeping him from getting the rest he so richly deserved. Soaking in the morning light that cascaded down Defenders body you eyed him with admiration as the light illuminated his toned muscles in a soft toothsome glow. The blanket stopping just below his waistline showing off just a peak his perfect bare bottom.

Sighing contentedly, you leaned over him carefully plucking the remnants of daisies and red ribbon weaved into his sexed tousled hair. The salt and peppered strands flowed around him like a silken crown as you brought the daisy bundle up to your nose inhaling it deeply. The memories of the wild night before going through your mind made you smile but quickly form a frown. For Defender had a meeting at the London Sanctum and he would be waking up to leave in a few hours. Sighing, a selfish part of you didn’t want the weekend to end so soon. Watching Stephen turn on his back spreading his arms out to take over more of the bed made you chuckle just a bit.

Being the Sorcerer Supreme ate away at Stephen sometimes and it always left him more tired than usual. Let alone the winter weather didn’t help with the metal pins that helped fix his hands. But nevertheless, ever the stoic Stephen Strange never complained, his work ethic and dedication is something really to admire at times. Tying the flowers with one of the ribbons setting them gently on the nightstand you wrapped your arms around Stephens strong frame. Breathing in slowly you took in his scent that carried sandalwood with traces of vanilla oil.

His body heat felt deeply inviting as you softly kissed the daisy cluster tattoo on his left shoulder, eliciting a small groan from his lips. Each daisy was a representation of the only two women he loved in his life. You and Donna.

“Mmmm,” he shifted slightly continuing his soft snores.

Looking at the sheets your eyes couldn’t help but notice his stiffened cock standing at attention. Twitching a brow, a mischievous smile creeped on your lips as you grabbed a scrunchie tying your hair into a quick ponytail.

Bringing the sheets over your head to slowly move downward you grazed your nails gently across his toned abs. Tracing a circle around the navel it elicited a small noise from Stephen, making you quickly pause. You resumed kissing your way down the defined v of his waistline placing more soft kisses between his firm loins.

The snores trickled back as you lined yourself between his legs, your mouth ever so close to his gorgeous thick cock, Stephen wiggled a bit as you felt yourself bite your lower lip in lustful anticipation. Hand grasping firmly around his shaft you started to stroke at a slow and even pace, relishing the feeling of him in your hand. A glistening bead of pre cum leaked from his bulbous tip as you leaned forward lightly licking up his essence.

“Hnnggh,” he groaned deeper stretching out his legs.

Slowly licking from the base to his tip in one long motion, taking great pleasure in the noises that Stephen made from above the covers. Savoring the feeling you locked your lips around the head of his cock, tongue dancing around the crown you had sunk down slowly sheathing his member. His moans shot straight to your cunt as you heard his breathing grow louder and more ragged.

You wondered to yourself how his face must look like right now coming undone…His eyes scrunched with pleasure. The way his pale flesh would flush red during the crescendo his release. The look of his crystal blue eyes fully dilated as he rolls his head back into the pillows in pure ecstasy. Such a vision to behold.

But what turned you on most was when his brain would switch to Spanish when making love. That really threw you off on the first night together, but in no time, everything became more natural and fell into place. Together you both read each other’s bodies like the blind read brail.

“Damn,” he groaned lifting the sheets his sleepy eyes woke to the best sight. You, below the covers, giving him morning head. Defender’s eyes laced with grogginess and lust as he smirked at you, “so beautiful…,” he cooed noticing you blush returning the covers slowly over your head. Watching you continue to selflessly pleasure your man, his cock twitched harder in your grip as he felt you continue your fluid pace.

“If yo-, if you think this is going to get me to stay. You’re going to have to try harder Mi Amor, (My Love)” his voice laced with desire as you started sucking faster making his hips involuntarily buck into your mouth.

Releasing his swollen cock with a lewd pop you peeked out of the covers batting your eyes, “But what if I’m a good girl? And besides,” tugging on his shaft feeling him buck again, “it’s raining today, and you lost your sling ring,” winking you returned your head back down as you continued mouth fucking him.

He eyed the nightstand smirking at his ring vanishing, letting out a sharp hiss Defender pawed and gripped the sheets, “you make…ahh a good point. Hnng…then by all means…please continue,” he hissed lacing his fingers around your hair as you teased the frenulum flattening your tongue back down swallowing him whole. But you had a better idea brewing inside your head which lead you to pause. Keeping your lips locked around his cock, you didn’t move.

Feeling Defender squirm in return almost made you chuckle and lose it.

“Co-come on baby, don’t be such a little tease,” he begged with ragged breath as his fingers pawed at your hair more. Smiling to yourself you released a small chuckle that vibrated through his cock making him groan. Sliding up and down much slower, you relished the taste of him that was all for you.

“P-please baby. I’m begging you. Por favor muévete más rápido!(please move faster!)”

The pleading tone and language of his voice shot straight to your center as you started picking up speed again. Grasping his thighs for support you bobbed your head up and down along his hardened length. Repeating your motions, you felt yourself grow more eager to claim the reward of his climax. In feral desperation you suddenly started bobbing you head in a faster motion as you hand kept its pace. Lips locked tighter around his vigor you heard Defender release a sharp gasp as you pumped him faster and faster. The lewed noises echoing pornographically throughout your master bedroom as Defender chased his high.

“Th-that’s my g-good girl…you have the perfect mouth,” his hands gripping tighter on your ponytail, “you take me so well,” he continued his praises feeling his grip become tighter as he guided you through his own climax with a gentle eagerness. Despite his ever-carnal hunger for you, Defender was always the gentleman even in the midst of being under the mercy of such a beautiful woman.

You guided his hands to you head, encouraging him to let his wild side out.

“Madre de Dio’s!(Mother of God!)” he cried out as he felt his cock throb and pulse, coating your throat as you took him all the way. Swallowing it all like a starving woman, you kept pumping him slowly, riding out his high you lapped him up making sure there wasn’t a drop wasted.

Popping your head out of the covers you crawled up to cuddle next to Defender. He laced his arms around your frame as you brushed each other’s sweat stuck hair off your foreheads smiling contentedly.

Kissing your head softly he whispered, “come here,” like a moth to a flame you leaned in kissing him deeply. His tongue parting your mouth slightly as he begged for entrance. Cupping your head tilting it back to taste all of you it elicited a whimpered moan from your lips. Pulling back slowly he nuzzled your nose, “You were such a good girl Mi Amor(My Love),” he breathed onto your lips, the remnants of him still on your lips made Defender moan. His hand trailed down your shoulder as his fingers fished under the pillow. Feeling the familiar cold metal of his sling ring he threaded it between his fingers wiggling it teasingly in front of your face.

“Good girls DO deserve a reward,” he purred against your ear, “and I have just the thing.” Tossing the ring over his shoulder it bounced on the darkened mahogany floor as he swept his arms under your thighs positioning you on-top of his mouth.

“St-Stephen,” you moaned kneeling your thighs between his head as his lips latched onto your clitoris making you grip the headboard as you ground your pleasure out if him. “Your mouth feels so good,” you moaned repeatedly with incantation. His tongue swirling in figure eights as he kept his pace. His beard caused more friction as you threaded you hand into his hair guiding him.

“That it, right there,” you moaned as you arched your back hearing your voice grow louder. You were close.

“Fuck you taste divine,” he groaned as his tongue pierced your apex.

The familiar warmth was building below you as you felt you skin prickle, “Stephen, I’m going to come,” you wailed as he kept up his unrelenting pace of devouring your pussy. The vibration of his pleasure from his voice rippled through you like waves as you rode out your high. Lifting you gently he sat you beside him as you brought him in for a deep kiss. Your fingers trailed over his floral tattoo as you trailed kisses over it.

“That was amazing Stephen.”

“Did you expect anything less?” He grinned with a slight chuckle, pulling you in for another deep kiss as you snuggled back up to each other.

“From you,” looking into his eyes, breathing him in, “never.”

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[halloweenfrills]

You needed the work, the money, it's always about the money, so that's why you're here in New York working as a maid for Dr. Stephen Strange, the brilliant, egotistical, surgeon. Well, he was a surgeon until the accident but kept the brilliant and egotistical part.

The place was sleek and spotless, exactly how you'd imagine a surgeon's penthouse would be, and it was all thanks to you that it was kept that way.

Every week a check was deposited into your bank account by Mr. Strange at midnight and almost instantly it was all taken in an attempt to pay off your debt. So you kept working even when he was insufferable.

"Don't wear that again."

So you didn't.

"You missed some dust along the piano keys."

A piano you'll never be able to play.

"The tea has gotten cold."

Maybe you should have drank it faster instead of researching for more doctors to fix your hands.

"Don't look at me with pity! Do you know who I am?"

Of course you knew. And you didn't dare look again as his hands shook.

No matter the remark or insult you held your tongue in front of Dr. Stephen Strange.

"You know...I'm beginning to think you like it.", Dr. Strange sighs at you while you kneel, wiping the tea that spilled onto the black glass table, you were used to cleaning up after him when his shaking hands failed to do the simplest task. "Like what?", you question, grabbing another paper towel to collect the last drop of tea. "Don't play stupid.", he rolls his eyes as you glanced up, standing to your height as he sits, scarred fingers trying desperately to keep the cup still in his lap.

It's easier to not reply, to just walk away and do your job when he gets into his moods, you knew he simply lashes out with harsh words to make up for how he mourns at the loss of his hands. So, you move to turn away but quickly find he's grabbed the hem of your dress to hold you in place. "Dr.?", you begin to question until he hisses in surprise pain, the tea spilling into his lap. "Dammit-", he groans, his head laying back against the chair, one hand still gripping your clothing.

As simple as it would be to walk from his grasp, you don't, unsure what to do because he's never stopped you in your steps before. "What are you waiting for? Clean it up.", he demands, annoyed blue orbs snapping up to you.

Work. You're working. You have to remember that. Because as much of an asshole Stephen Strange is, you can't deny how handsome he is, cruel blue eyes and a radient confidence, all topped off with dark hair and striking silver streaks. "Yes. Yes, sir.", you almost whisper out, grabbing the towels again.

Bending over him, you begin to dab the wet fabric that began to cling to his lap, feeling like you were doing something wrong although he told you to do it. His fingers let go of the hem of your dress but surprisingly went to your thigh, his fingers tracing your bare skin. Blinking, your gaze went to his face that was watching you intently, "Keep cleaning.", he instructs. You said nothing, feeling yourself caught up in the moment as you rubbed at his lap, feeling the doctor begin to grow beneath your touch.

"You think I'm helpless?", Stephen hums, your mind focusing on the circle his fingers were tracing on your inner thigh, trying to keep it steady while you were now stroking him over his wet pants. "You think I can't do what you're doing right now?", you shook your head, not wanting to doubt him as his deep voice was tempting you to melt like butter, the muscles between your thighs beginning to tighten at the thought of him touching you.

"My hands may shake but I can make you feel things that would transport your spirit right out of your body.", he challenged, this time cupping you with his large scarred hand, the feeling making you gasp and push yourself shamelessly back against his touch.

"Stephen?", you question, his hand staying put as your own hand stilled, simply feeling him against your palm. "Doctor.", he corrects you, moving his hand to lift your dress, pushing your lower back to make you arch more. You didn't mind his unsteady grasp, letting yourself give in to what he wanted to do. "Doctor.", you say this time which results in him petting between your legs in a way of praising you for obeying.

The question you had died on your tongue as your mind was beginning to become fuzzy, only focusing on the tingling feeling Dr. Strange was awakening inside you. He was beginning to throb harder while you slowly resumed stroking him. "I know. It must feel good.", he purrs, his voice close to your ear, the fabric of your panties beginning to become damp and clinging to you the same way the spilled tea made his pants cling to his lap. "It does.", you admit, trying to not squirm and become greedy for what you were chasing.

"You're too easy to read, you know that?", he chuckles, his two fingers moving up to press your clit which was aching for attention at this point. "Too. Easy. Too. Read.", he brags, tapping your clit harshly with each word.

By now you weren't focused on stroking him but he didn't seem to mind. What he wanted right now was to prove a point, even if the point was your pleasure this was about him boosting his already inflated ego. Words kept failing to form in your brain, it's been too long since someone else touched you so all you could do was whimper, your body language begging for more.

Dr. Strange took in your whining, using his shaky hands to pull down your panties, the wet fabric leaving your body making you shiver and your skin break out in chills at being so exposed to him now, so vulnerable, unashamed of how needy he's making you. Within seconds his touch returned, parting your lips to spread you open so his ring finger could pet your entrance, teasing your now soaked heat that was begging for something inside. It was impressive what his injured hands were capable of, your free hand now grasping desperately at the leather chair he sat in.

"I don't pity you.", you whisper, the first coherent thing you could get to leave your lips as he finally sank two fingers inside of you, hooking them, petting inside where it felt so sweet.

"Get ready to see the stars.", Stephen replies, beginning to fuck you with his fingers, the scars massaging your walls as they grasped his fingers as if your life depended on it. Your thighs were starting to quake, your breath coming in short gasps as you knew your face was flushed at the fire beginning to burn in your belly. You needed this. He needed this. Dr. Strange needed to see you get off, watching as your arousal was beginning to run down your thighs, those shaky hands working their magic on you as you fucked yourself back onto his fingers thrusting.

"Gpod girl."

"Look how wet you are."

"I can tell you're getting close."

His voice urged you on until he gave what was promised, a trip to the stars, it felt like you left your body as your orgasm ripped through you and turned you into a shaking mess for Dr. Stephen Strange.

The feeling of his fingers pulling from you draws a whine that sounds so desperate, aching already to be filled. With one shaky hand he grabs your chin, bringing the fingers that had been inside of you to your lips which you immediately took inside your mouth, sucking your own arousal from them. Dr. Strange watches in amused fascination, smug, knowing he was the best despite his injuries. You watched his lips part while your tongue ran along the scars of his fingers, almost drooling onto his hand, wanting to make him feel as good as you did.

"Hungry for more?", he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

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Goosebumps - A Benedict Cumberbatch Fanfic - Part One

“Would you stop freaking out! It’s going to be okay!”

I had been examining my final look in the mirror while I was panicking to my best friend. I had a long tight elegant black dress on along with a black pair of heels that showed off my legs rather nicely.

I whipped around to look at my best friend, Noah, who also conveniently was my make-up artist.

“How could you say it’s going to be ‘okay’ when it’s not OKAY!” I frantically yelled as I grabbed both of her shoulders and shook her.

She burst into laughter as she shook her head and continued to apply the finishing touches of my makeup.

“At least we know you picked the right profession, drama queen, and anyways, this is everything you ever dreamed of. I know it’s scary, but scary things are usually just hidden gems in disguise. Don’t let it discourage you and even if you don’t win, you still are an amazing fucking actress!”

I threw my head up, looking up at the hotel lobby ceiling trying to stop any tears from coming out and ruining my makeup.

“Bestie! Stop! I’m going to ruin my makeup!” I laughed as I fanned my face with my hands

Noah hugged me tightly and laughed with me as she wiped away a few of her own tears.

Suddenly my agent and good friend, Jackson, walked up to us and wrapped his arms around both Noah and I’s shoulders. He bent down to our level and looked at the both of us with a ginormous smile.

“Are we ready to go to the fucking OSCARS, my ladies?!” He emphasized “Oscars” as we all cheered loudly, the rest of our team joining in.

We were escorted out of the hotel through the back to be sure no fans or paparazzi tried to see me before the award show and to be careful not to spoil my outfit. We piled into two different blacked-out SUVs and headed off toward the venue of the Oscars.

The drive took about ten minutes, plus the time it took to wait and get out of the car. A few of my bodyguards, Jackson and Noah talked amongst each other. They couldn’t wait for tonight, to watch everyone’s hard work finally pay off.

I on the other hand wanted to take this time to center myself before stepping out in front of hundreds of fans and cameras. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Honestly, I was trying not to throw up the few tequila shots we all took in the hotel room from all the nerves I was feeling. I steadied my shaky hands from the anxiety and drew in one last deep breath before opening my eyes again.

Looking out the window, the event was now in view as we sat in the line of celebrities waiting to get out and walk the red carpet. Cheering fans hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite stars lined the sidewalks.

I couldn’t believe I was here. I dreamed of this moment since I could remember. I was a new actress who had her big break this year in a major film that broke box office records. My costars, Mark Wahlberg, and Hailee Steinfeld certainly helped with that. My head is still unable to believe how I, Nadine Pierce, could have ever achieved such a thing, to be in a movie with such big names.

My SUV came to halt, and Noah grabbed my hand, squeezing it.

“We are going to be right behind you the whole time, you got this! You deserve this!”

I gave her a hug and I turned my attention to Jackson who started talking.

“So, quickly before we get out let’s run through the red-carpet plan one more time. Noah and I...”  he motioned between the two of them “Are going to get out this door, and you that door. Then we will follow behind as Sandra, your publicist, guides you down the carpet and tells you what to do. You’ll take pictures, sign some autographs, and do some interviews. After, you’ll enter the venue and finally get to sit down and relax before the award show stars.”

Jackson took a deep breath before giving my hand a squeeze as well. “You’ll do great! Have fun! Enjoy the payoff of your hard work. Got it?”

“Got it” I said with a smile. I took one last deep breath before the car door flew open and the sound of screams filled my ears.

Joe, one of my bodyguards, held out his hand and helped me step out of the SUV. Instantly my eyes were met with the flashes of cameras

“Nadine!”

“Nadine! Look over here!”

“Nadine! Can you turn to your right a little bit!”

I made my way down the red carpet, and I was having such a good time. I was finishing up some pictures when I saw both Mark and Hailee were doing an interview. I did a light jog over, trying not to trip in my heels.

“I must have missed my invitation to this party!” I said as I ran up behind Hailee and Mark, wrapping my arms around their lower backs and standing between them. Everyone snapped their heads towards me, and they all happily welcomed me.

“Oh shit! An Oscar award winner just showed up!” Mark said, as he gave me side hug

“Stop! The show hasn’t even started yet! I mean, you two are more likely to be winning your categories than I am! I feel way too new still!”

Hailee turned to me surprised, “I have a good feeling that luck is on your side tonight too!”

I blew her a kiss and we all laughed. The interviewer asked us a few questions about our movie, and we said our goodbyes.

“Hey! Where are you guys sitting?” I asked before moving on to sign some autographs

“I am table 3 I think!” Hailee said. I grabbed her hands and said, “Me too!” and we both jumped excitedly.

“Oh god help me! A whole evening with you two?” Mark said, jokingly hitting his forehead

“ARE YOU TABLE 3” Hailee and I both screamed in unison and Mark nodded his head yes. We ran up to him and started jumping around him excitedly

“Alright! Alright! Go enjoy the rest of the walk down and I’ll see both of you at the table!” Mark said

We all laughed and hugged each other as we moved on down the rep carpet.

As I continued my way down the carpet, I got to meet a few amazing actors who had surprisingly come up to tell me how big of fans they are. I feel as if this is a fever dream.

I was waiting a moment before it was my turn with the last interviewer at the end of the red carpet and Noah who had been standing on the side waiting quickly jogged up to me. She leaned in closely, whispering in my ear.

“Don’t turn around now, but the ONE and ONLY Benedict Cumberbatch is behind you” and as quickly as she came up, she was gone, back to the side and giving me a thumbs up.

I froze in place, my heart started beating fast and my hands turned sweaty. I looked directly at Noah with wide eyes. She clapped her hands excitedly as she was entertained by watching you be flustered by your celebrity crush.  It took everything in my power to not turn around and fangirl on my absolute favorite actor.

Suddenly my breathing hitched in my throat as I felt a gentle squeeze on my arm and heard a rich and delightful British accent.

“Hey Love, I think they are waving you up” I heard him say in my ear as goosebumps ran up and down my arms.

Looking over my shoulder in what felt like slow motion, my eyes were met with his bright blue ones. He smiled brightly down at me while I stood there looking stupid with my mouth slightly open. I was in disbelief that this moment was real. Benedict Cumberbatch was looking at ME and I could have nearly fainted then and there.

I nervously laughed and mumbled some incoherent words before rushing up to the interviewer. She had warm and fun energy to her and welcomed me with open arms.

“I see you just met, Benedict Cumberbatch?” She said laughing and pulling out of the hug

“I think so” I nodded my head laughing, still in shock

“Everyone reacts the same way when they meet him for the first time. He’s a delight!” The interviewer responded and we shared a laugh, and I nodded in agreement.

My eyes betrayed me as I caught them glancing over to Benedict who was standing a few feet behind you, watching you intently with a smile. My cheeks went hot as I quickly directed my eye contact back to the interviewer who was now changing the subject.

“I want to start by saying I am a huge fan! This must be so surreal for you!”

“Thank you so much! It is! I’m walking down the red carpet in awe. I just am so lucky and thankful for this experience and to be able to have people around me to share it with!”

The interview continued for a few more minutes and we said our goodbyes. The whole time I fought my urges to glance over at Benedict who I could feel was looking at me. I made myself look like a fool the way I mumbled words that weren’t even understandable.

I hurried over to Noah and Jackson who had been patiently waiting for me. Noah touched up my makeup as Jackson handed me some water.

“Here, drink. I know you're thirsty after what just happened” Jackson smirked, and I gasped

“You guys have no idea how embarrassing that was! We need to get out of this area!”

I said as I grabbed both of their hands and pulled them into the venue all while they laughed hysterically behind me.

“Nadine it’s okay! He’s a fine-looking man!” Noah said while still laughing

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Thank you for reading! Disclaimer that all this is just fantasy and in no way to harm any real people. I loved writing this and hope people like it and want more!

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Last Updated: 2024-01-01

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

❆ Christmas at the Sanctum by strangesapprentice1930 • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: This Christmas, Stephen plans on showing you just how much you mean to him.

❆ Happy New Year by iamsherlocked1479 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you."

❆ Here for the Wi-Fi by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: It's the holiday season, and you have one final project to finish before the semester is officially over. Unfortunately, your boyfriend seems determined to distract you.

❆ Just Friends￨Prt. II by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "A chance to be alone with each other brings some hidden feelings to the surface."

❆ Wong, the Matchmaker by pinkthick • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[Wong] is sick of Stephen not picking up on your advances. What better thing he could do since Christmas is coming up than to hang mistletoes across Kamar-taj or even at the Sanctum?"

❆ Christmas Party, Sorcerer Style by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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❆ Dr. Show Off by girl-of-many-fandoms • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Hot Chocolate and Marshmallows by after-avenging-hours • 〔F〕 •

❆ I Just Love You [Defender!Strange] ⧫ by pinkthick • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Mistletoe Kiss by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ One Hell of a Guy by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 8: Penance

Contents | Part 7 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Female Reader) "This was it. This was really happening."

Word Count: <4K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, religious imagery, explicit sexual content from the outset. Smut: penetrative sex/unprotected sex, (some)dirty talk, other things I’m sure but it’s 4am and I’m tired. Readers must be 18+

Kissing him now was different than before. 

In the church it had been desperate, chaotic, a deliverance from lust that served neither of you well. This time, though, there was no rage; no fury in his touch, no aggravation in your chest. 

Your mouths moved, deep and slow, luxuriating in the taste of one another without the fear of interruption. You weaved your hands into the back of his hair, the silky, damp locks slipping between your fingers. His lips parted against yours, a heavy breath escaping him as you tugged his head back gently, like a hot, satisfied sigh of relief. You wondered how long he'd been starving himself of this intimacy, how someone who kissed like this would ever have the strength to abstain.

His tongue swept into your mouth, so fluid yet dominant in its invasion. You revelled in the taste of him; the cigarette he'd smoked, the whiskey he'd drank at the party, the intoxicating warmth of his breath. This was the same tongue that spoke to god, that gave sermons in church and preached of chastity, now gliding against yours in a sinful union, inciting feelings within you that he'd so adamantly condemned. 

You moaned softly against his lips, pressing your body harder against him. His damp clothes were cold now, making you shiver as the rainwater seeped through to your chest. Your nipples began to harden in response, sending jolts of prickly pleasure to your core with every brush against them. 

His hands skimmed up your back, the sensitivity of his touch lost against the thick material of your jumper. You wanted him to delve beneath it, craved the warmth of his large palms splayed across your flesh. But his movements were unhurried, and you weren't sure if it was out of reverence or doubt. But then he rolled his hips beneath you, pressing a straining erection up against your centre, and it definitely didn't feel like doubt. 

There was a part of you that was surprised to find him so hard, eager, aching to break out of his confines and sink between your legs. But the other part of you knew; from the moment you met him he seemed to know exactly how to burrow straight to the core of you. To delve beyond the awkwardly timed jokes and resigned disposition to the place where it all made sense. Where you made sense. It was like he belonged within the very depths of you, and he wanted to be there. You wanted him there. Mind and body. 

The feeling was torturous; the friction, the pressure, the connection stifled by layers of clothing and his forbearing restraint. 

"Touch me," you whispered against his lips. 

"I am touching you." 

"No, touch me." You reached back and gripped his wrists, attempting to guide him beneath the jumper. 

He closed his eyes and let out a growling sigh. It made you halt, leaning back slightly to look into his eyes. 

"Please don't hate me." 

"Why would I hate you?" he replied. 

"I don't know. You just seem... angry." 

"I'm not angry, Ellis. I'm devastated." He moved his large hands to frame your face, thumbs on your cheeks, fingers curved around the back of your neck behind your ears. "You have... devastated me." 

A breath caught softly in your throat, your voice barely audible as you muttered. "I'm sorry." 

"No you're not." 

He returned his mouth to yours and you gasped at the newfound fervour in his kiss. Sharp teeth nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue less gentle in its assault. He said you weren't really sorry, and perhaps that was true; a sorry person would have stopped him, spared him, absolved him of his sins before they burgeoned beyond forgivable. But instead you let him kiss and bite and lick at your parted lips, hummed in approval as he brought his hands to your bare thighs - fingertips bruising in their rough grasp - and bore down against the hard bulge beneath his trousers.

There was a fire deep in your core, flames licking and dancing as they swept through your body. Your skin puckered with heat, every touch searing, every kiss and ragged breath drawing the blaze closer to the surface. You had never wanted someone this desperately before, never been so aroused that you could feel it tingling in your scalp, surging in your stomach and pooling between your legs as your clit pulsated with need.

You dragged the jumper over your head, turning it inside out as you impatiently peeled it from your body and threw it to the ground beside the couch. For three years, no one had seen you naked except Alfie, and there was a comfort that came with that. He'd already acquainted himself with the curves and blemishes of your body, the parts you liked and didn't. He'd seen the scar from an old bellybutton piercing, traced his fingers over the stretch marks on your hips. You never had to fear exposing yourself to him. Most of the time you never even had to; his eagerness to shove inside you completely outweighing his desire to fully undress. 

For weeks you'd opened your legs for him, closed your eyes as he clumsily thrust into your body and imagined Father Benedict there instead. You would sink into a world of steepled ceilings and stained glass, dark curls and white collars. But when it was over, you would open your eyes and be back in the house - Gina's house - with Alfie's satisfied smile gleaming down at you. 

But this time, Father Benedict wasn't a fantasy, and those piercing blue eyes were actually there, trailing over you in silence. You suddenly became very aware that you'd revealed yourself to him; bare chest, uncovered stomach, dips and contours and textures and curves, parts of you that had belonged solely to someone else for the last three years. A shyness washed over you, the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and hide. But as his gaze raked over your body, hands gliding slowly up your sides, you stilled.

A heavy breath fell from his parted lips, the exhale rattling with a soft growl. "Forgive me, Father," he muttered, his voice so low it was barely audible.

You couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, or if he really was speaking to God; begging for mercy before he'd even taken a bite of the forbidden fruit. 

He leaned forward, placing a kiss on your collarbone as his fingers dug into your hips. Your head fell back instinctively, opening yourself up to him, eyes closing as the warmth of his tongue trailed up to your neck. A shiver ran through you like static, raising goosebumps and tightening your nipples into painful, hard pearls. He hadn't spoken directly to you, and yet somehow every insecurity you had began to melt, dripping from your centre in wet, hot desire. 

You took his hair in fistfuls as he traipsed kisses down your chest, teeth grazing over the soft flesh of each breast before pausing suddenly. You opened your eyes and brought your head forward, looking down to find him leaning back to examine you curiously. 

"Are these bruises?" he asked. 

You glanced down at yourself; the motley of reds, purples and browns marring your breasts. 

"Love bites," you replied quietly, simply.

He glared up at you, half-lidded, jaw sharp. 

"Does it bother you?" you asked.

"The evidence of another man's mouth all over you?" 

"So it does?" 

He didn't respond, his silence confirming your suspicion. 

"Why?" you whispered. 

"Because I know he didn't deserve the privilege." 

You felt his words spark the nerves in your clit, like the striking of a match. You rolled your hips slightly, trying to ease the sudden ache. "Are you saying you do?"

"No." His tone darkened as he looked up at you. "But I plan to earn it." 

You didn't know what you were expecting him to say. But it definitely wasn't that. It made you wish you could see yourself through his eyes - a woman he had to earn. You leant forward and swept him into another kiss; so overcome with need and adulation, the feeling of being desired and appreciated almost as arousing as his lips on your bare skin. He returned your kiss, just for a moment, before bringing a hand to your face, gripping your cheeks between finger and thumb to peel you away.

"After tonight, no one will ever touch you again unless they're worthy of you," he said, his voice so quiet and serious, lips grazing yours as he spoke. "Will you promise me that?" 

You nodded, as much as his grasp on your face would allow. 

He eased his grip, seemingly satisfied with your response, and allowed you to melt into him again. You fumbled for the buttons on his shirt as you kissed him, popping them open one by one until you reached the collar. It seemed wrong for you to take it off. Even now as you sat straddling him, half naked and panting heavily, that strip of white plastic around his neck was like armour, an impenetrable shield, blasphemous to remove. 

"Go ahead," he said quietly, as if sensing your apprehension. "It just snaps off." 

"You don't want to do it yourself?" 

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. "Just do it." 

You pulled at it with shaking fingers but it didn't budge. With a slight huff you tried again, harder, hearing two quick pops, a heavy exhale from his lips. You slid it out, eyes fixed on his as you dropped it to the ground - his commitment relinquished, abandoned, discarded into the puddle of your jumper on the floor. 

He undid the last few buttons himself before placing his hands around your waist, silently granting permission for you to peel the shirt back from his body and reveal the smooth, cold skin beneath it. You lay your palms on his chest, dragging them slowly down his torso as you admired the sight, the feel, how he expanded with every breath, tensed with the tickle of your fingers. Some parts of him were soft, tender, malleable beneath your touch. Others were hard and robust, broader than you expected them to be. This person wasn't a dream, wasn't a character or a myth. This was a man. 

His throat bobbed with a deep swallow as you leant forward and placed a kiss on his chest, his hold on you tightening, body turning rigid beneath you. You trailed your lips up to his neck, revelling in the taste of him; salt and earth, soap and faded aftershave. 

"Tell me about the fantasies," he whispered through a serrated breath.

"What do you mean?" 

"I want to know what you pictured when you thought of me."

You paused before moving your mouth up to his jaw, kissing along the sharp edge, the slightest brush of stubble beginning to surface. 

"I'll tell you what I was thinking about today in my office," he wagered. 

You thought about it for a moment. "Okay. You first." 

"I was thinking about you kneeling for communion at the altar." He turned his head, his deep, gravelly voice pouring straight into your ear. "With my cock down your throat." 

You gasped gently as a rush of warmth flooded your core, making you roll your hips to ride the sudden, intense wave. 

"You give sermons with that mouth, Father," you said softly, voice trembling despite your attempt to sound playful.

His hands glided up and down your back, nails grazing lightly over your goose-bumped flesh. "Now you." 

"I never really thought of a specific scene. It's just... always you. But-" you cut yourself off, inhaling the words back into your lungs before they even had the chance to escape. 

"But?" 

You lifted your head to look at him. "One thing always stays the same." 

"And that is?" 

"You're never... Gentle." 

He buckled beneath you, closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the back of the couch, a stifled groan resonating in the base of his throat. "Hot, fiery Hell," he growled, pushing himself up between your legs.

He felt big; his cock firm and straining as it surged against your sheathed entrance. You wanted to release it, hold it in your hands, run your tongue along every inch. You wanted to acquaint the curl of your fingers with its girth, stroke, grip, tease, watch it sink gradually inside you until there was nothing left of it. For the longest time, sex had been a chore; Alfie's penis a jabbing, graceless thing that prodded around but never truly satisfied. You'd forgotten what it was like to truly crave the intrusion, to feel yourself lubricated and ready before you'd even fully undressed. 

He weaved a hand through you hair, wrenching you towards him and swallowing you in another heady, desperate kiss. The other hand slid beneath the rumpled fabric of your boxers, tracing his fingers back and forth over the crease where thigh met hip. You willed him to move further inward, mewling with every almost-touch until the sensation became unbearable. You'd waited so long for this; sat through so many sermons, suffered the ache of uncomfortable pews and unsafe bus rides, the suspicious glare of church volunteers and the boredom of those fucking support groups. It was time to embrace where it had led you to. 

You were his penance, but he was your reward. 

You reached down and began working to unfasten his trousers, battling with the complicated fly until it finally opened. He came undone with it, breathing a hot sigh into your mouth as you stroked and caressed him through his underwear. He steered his fingers over the junction of your bikini line and you gasped as they slipped easily through your wet folds, gliding back and forth before settling on your clit. 

He gave a proud hum as he rolled the pad of his thumb over the tender bud, rousing a storm in your core; sparks of lightning and deep, undulating thunder. You moaned softly, grip tightening around the outline of his rigid length. A shiver rippled through you, making your legs shake, hips bucking involuntarily and pushing you harder against his touch.

Maintaining the pressure on your clit, he moved his other hand to the waistband of your boxers - his boxers, now drenched in the evidence of your desire - silently instructing you to take them off. But you didn't want to leave him, even for a moment. Scared that your brief separation would bring him clarity, grant him just enough time to change his mind. You pressed your forehead to his as you lingered there, staring down into his eyes and searching for doubt in the flecks of his irises.

He removed his hands from you completely - the loss of contact turning the pleasure to a heavy, mournful ache - and tugged at the crumpled material around your waist. 

"Ellis," he growled. 

You gave in and climbed off him, the weight of your movements inciting a stifled groan in his chest. And in the time it took the boxers to fall to the ground, you were back on his lap, bare pussy grinding against the rough fabric of his trousers; buttons and open fly, the Y-shaped seam of his underwear and confined curve of his cock.

Was God here right now? Spying from the corner of the room like some omniscient voyeur? You'd never been one for exhibitionism. But there was a strange power that came with the thought of your naked body shrouded in a celestial gaze, deities forced to watch but unable to intervene. 

You felt Father Benedict shift a hand beneath you, shucking his trousers further down his hips and fisting at his underwear. His cock sprung free against your ass, firm and heavy as it settle along the groove between your cheeks. Your breath turned shallow at the mere thought of having him inside you, a deep shiver rippling through your core like a prophecy of that first thrust. 

You lifted yourself slightly, enough for him to reach down and grip the base of his cock, gliding the engorged head through the slick between your legs. He was eager, impatient - maybe he was scared of changing his mind too. 

"Are you sure about this?" you whispered, shivering as you felt him prodding against your entrance.  

His gaze darkened, like a crisp blue sky in the onset of a storm, and in one smooth, firm slide, he entered you. A sound poured out of you that you'd never heard yourself make before; shock, relief, pleasure, all at once. You marvelled at the stretching sensation, the way your body welcomed every inch of his cock with such ease, your inner walls flexing and moulding around the thick veins and hard ridges as it filled you to the very depths. 

His eyes clamped shut, the muscle in his jaw pulsating as he fought to maintain his composure. "I haven't been sure about anything since the moment I met you," he finally replied.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to the dimple at the corner of his mouth, trying to soothe the tension he was storing there. You draped your arms around his shoulders and let your chest fall against his, running your fingers through the back of his hair, the curls that fell over the nape of his neck. 

This was it. This was really happening. 

For the longest time you'd felt incomplete; a collection of empty spaces and uncharted lands, voids too deep and complex for anyone to explore, even you. But in the short time you'd known Father Benedict, he'd somehow managed to journey to the very centre of those places, laid down roots and watched them flourish, as swift and besieging as English ivy on fractured stone. Perhaps that was why this felt so right; because the hollows of your body were already his to pervade. 

He was bigger than Alfie; thicker, longer, the snug fit stealing the air from your lungs as you relaxed against him. No man had ever filled you this completely; flooding your pelvis with a warm, tense pressure before he'd even moved a muscle. You rolled your hips, testing the feel of him, and gasped quietly as electricity surged through your belly.  

A deep, husky groan dripped into your ear, long fingers and large palms skimming up your thighs and settling on your waist with a clawing grasp. His voice sent a chill across your skin, even the finest hairs bristling in response. 

"Ellis," he rumbled. "I'm really trying not to lose my composure." 

You kissed him softly, allowing another slow, controlled rotation. His voice rattled in the back of his throat, nails pressing half-moons into the dips of your waist. There was something charming in his restraint; how even in this moment, with his cock buried inside you, he was still trying to maintain his civility. 

You tightened your hold on his hair, deepening the connection until you were nothing but a blur of sweeping tongues and hot, heavy breaths. His body trembled beneath you as you gradually began to move, hips grinding and rotating to the rhythm of your kisses, punctuating each slide of his length with a soft, desperate whimper. 

A divine friction resonated in your core; his cock a rigid, firm stave, your pussy a soft, pliant sheath, moving together in both harmony and dissonance, like the trill of a choir. With every upstroke, your nipples grazed his open shirt, and when you bore down, an electric current hummed in your clit.  

"Fuck." The word stuck between your teeth before escaping in a sigh.

His hands caressed your back, the wide span of his fingers leaving no part of you untouched; squeezing, prodding, tickling, each stroke perfectly in tune with the motion of your hips. You rested your forehead in the crook of his neck, the feeling of his collar against your cheek making you realise he hadn't undressed. Not really. You'd stripped bare for him, offered your unclad body like a tribute for him to bask in. You were a creature of desire, his Mary Magdalene, completely devoted to serve. 

You felt your thighs growing tired, sore and shaking, a heavy burn smouldering in your muscles. You relaxed your pace, dropping your full weight into his lap as you slowed your movements to a lazy grind. The new sensation made you moan softly against his skin, savouring the longer, deeper slides, the crown of his cock sinking right down to your soul.

His head fell back, a swallow thrumming down his throat. "My god," he groaned. 

A smile pulled at your cheeks, the lord's name in vain so delicious whenever it came from him. And this one was your fault; your body guiding him to commit sin after glorious sin. You placed a kiss on his neck, seizing a moment of boldness by taking the skin into your mouth and drawing a bruise to the surface.

You half expected him to push you away, chastise you for marking him in a place he'd struggle to hide. But instead you felt his arms flex around you, thighs tensing as he moved to plant his feet firmly on the ground. A jolt of spine-tingling pleasure burst through you as he thrust to meet the languid roll of your hips, turning what was supposed to be a smooth, relaxed gyration into a hard, forceful collision. Your mouth fell open, a dazed cry falling from your parted lips.  

He growled softly in response, his control waning. 

Your pussy tensed around his cock as he slammed into you again, every ridge and groove of your inner walls melding to embrace him. He brought a hand to your face, drawing you into another fevered, hungry kiss. You obliged obediently, as though you were his to use, a disciple eager to please.

You hummed and groaned against his lips with every pump of his cock, the couch creaking beneath the weight of your union, his hand welded to the back of your head, the other on your backside directing your movements. He was driving you towards completion, filling you with a heat and pressure that grew stronger with every stroke. The feeling continued to swell, expanding deep in your stomach until it was dancing along your nerves; setting you alight.

You'd gotten used to not finishing. Alfie's premature climaxes so normalised that you no longer even protested the stuttering hips and garbled moans. Men came. Sometimes you did too, usually alone with your fingers after they rolled off you and went to sleep. But even in the times you did orgasm, it never felt like this. 

Your entire body shuddered, cells exploding and stitching themselves back together again. There was a throbbing in your clit, an ache in your core, the brushing of his cock inside you so sensitive you could no longer tell the difference between pleasure and pain. 

He kept your head up with his hand, forcing you to look at him as you rode out every last wave, the aftershocks causing your walls to clench around his cock, coaxing him to his own release. He came soon after with a deep, guttural groan, sinking right down to the root as he flooded you with his seed. 

You sat breathless on his lap, still joined to him as he began to soften inside you, his eyes so dark it was like staring into the night sky. If this really was what damnation looked like, then you would happily burn for an eternity. 

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London trip

Benedict Cumberbatch x oc

London, that magical city where everyone wants to leave and maybe have a chance to meet the Queen, study English or practice it, well…lots of things and lots of dreams…but not for me at all. I came to London because my best friend, Cristel asked me to come with her as a “best friends trip”. I’m not a mean friend so I said yes and here I am.

Cristel is in love with the country since we were little, so when we finished university, her parents gave her this trip as a present for her great development.

She was obsessed with the Sherlock Holmes stories and freaked out when she found the BBC tv series. I don’t know how that series has become so famous when it’s not even that accurate to the original stories!! But anyway, it’s just my point of view. And gosh…everyone became obsessed with the star of the show, a guy called Benedict Cumberbatch.

-Why does everyone love him so much? He’s not even that good looking- I told Cristel while she was showing me her new laptop wallpaper.

-First of all, he’s British. Second, his eyes change of color with the light. And lastly, he’s so talented, he’s the perfect match for the role! Now I’m asking you WHY?? Why don’t you love him?? Look at him!! He’s so cool and a gentleman!-

-I don’t know, maybe he’s not a match for me-

-Well, you have to find him handsome as fuck because guess what…- I looked at her with expectation -I bought tickets for Frankenstein! Benedict Cumberbatch will be the creature!!-

-Ok, I do love the book Frankenstein, so I hope this Cumberbatch guy does not spoil it at all-

-You won’t regret it, I promise. In fact, I’m pretty sure you will fall in love with him-

The play was at night so we changed our clothes, make up, perfume…and voilà!! We were ready to meet this Cumberbatch guy everyone is talking about.

We took a cab and arrived to the theatre. I don’t know but I felt kind of nervous, like if something was gonna happen.

The play started and it was kind of a great surprise for me! The lights, scenography, costumes, make up!!! The language, the story, everything was perfect!! But I couldn’t appreciate Benedict Cumberbatch so called beauty because of the make up he was wearing…but something weird happened: our eyes met in one scene…I can’t remember what scene because that moment was…unique, I don’t know, just weird. My heart started bumping so fast and felt my cheeks on fire. And he…he forgot his lines, he had to improvise and he did it pretty well indeed.

-I saw that- Cristel said in my ear

-The play is good, right?- I replied trying to pretend nothing happened.

-don’t play dumb with me…-

-shhh! You must be quiet in a play-

The play finished and all actors came out to thank the public for coming. We all stood up clapping in joy and again…our eyes met and he smiled to me. He left the stage and Cristel and I left the theatre.

She pulled me so hard while walking so but so fast that I thought I was going to break my ankles and fall.

-What’s going on???- I asked and then she stopped in front of a small black door with some barriers in the front. And more people were coming behind us. -What are we doing here?-

-We’re gonna wait for Benedict-

-Wait is he…is he coming out to meet his fans?-

-Look, I saw what happened between you two when he found you in the public during the play and when it ended. He smiled to you!!! That doesn’t happen very often-

-I-I don’t know w-what you’re talking about-

-And now you’re hesitating…you like him-

-I don’t like him!!- I shouted in disagreement and suddenly the door opened and he came out. He looked at me and smiled again. I think my heart stopped for a second.

-Is everything ok?- he asked us and we nodded. Cristel took her leaflet and lend it to him so he could sign it. He came close the barrier to sign it.

-How are you? Did you enjoy the play?-

-Yes, we did! It’s an honor to meet you, I’m your biggest fan, I loved your work!-

-Oh thank you for your kind words and for coming to watch the play- he took her leaflet and asked her for a pen, which she didn’t have, so I look on my purse and had one…for what? I don’t know, my purse keeps so many unsolved secrets. I took the pen and lend it to him.

-There you go-

-Thank you- our fingers touched when he took the pen and I felt like shaking inside. We stared at each other for just a couple of seconds that felt like eternity for me and then he brought back his attention to my friend. -What’s your name?-

-Cristel- she spelled it to him.

-That’s a beautiful name, Cristel- a bit of silence was made -and what’s your name?-

-Dude, he’s talking to you!- Cristel said while pulling the sleeve of my blouse. I was lost looking at him signing my friend’s leaflet.

-Oh, sorry! I’m Amaya-

-Did you enjoy the play?-

-Yeah, in fact I’m a big fan of the book! It was nice to see you as the creature, Mr. Cumberbatch-

He gave my friend back her leaflet and came close to me, took my leaflet and signed it, even if I didn’t ask him to. He’s such a weirdo…and I kinda love it.

-Amaya…more than a beautiful name. Where are you from?-

-We’re from Mexico- I answered

-I’ve never been there, I’ve heard it has beautiful landscapes and that food is good-

-It is one of the best in the world, indeed-

-Are you on your own? No boyfriend, girlfriend…? I mean, it’s so dangerous for two young woman walk at night alone-

-No kind of attachments, Benedict. We’re single, specially my friend- Cristel replied and I didn’t know where to hide.

-Good to know. Sorry, I mean…could you wait until I finish signing and meeting all fans here? It may take a while but I’ll try to make it fast-

-It’s ok, we can walk- I said

-No way! That’s so kind of you, Benedict. We’ll wait for you at the pub that is around the corner- she started pulling me to the pub -Come on, walk, walk, walk!-

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I Don’t Usually Do This.

Benedict x original female character

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When Natasha wakes up in a fancy apartment with very vivid memories from the night before, she doesn't expect the morning to take such a smutty turn, but she is the one with the bombshell to tell...🫢

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“How is your head this morning?” He asked, “I dread to think how much we had to drink last night. Would you like a paracetamol?”

“Have you anything stronger?” Natalie raised her eyebrows, gently grazing her nails against his neck.

“Uh, I’m not a chemist, but I believe I also have some ibuprofen?” Benedict spoke softly, shivering at the feeling of her nails as he leaned down to kiss her again.

“Stronger?” Natalie spoke against his lips.

“Whisky?” Benedict responded, inhaling shakily as she kissed him back.

“Stronger?” She added a little more pressure with her nails, working them soothingly against his skin as they kissed in between words.

“You can probably find the remanence of someone’s cocaine on the bottom of one of our shoes from last night…” He teased, chuckling when he felt her kiss him through a giggle.

“Stronger.” She continued to protest, her nails now at the nape of his neck.

“M–Mm…” Benedict felt his face beginning to flush from how much he was enjoying her taunting nails and placed a hand at either side of her head as their whirlwind of kisses began again, his words barely audible this time, “Wh–What do you suggest that’s stronger than that, hm?”

“These.” She whispered, moving her hands to his biceps as they tensed from holding himself up above her.

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