Sherlock smiled to himself upon hearing his lovely girlfriend swear the fist thing Thursday morning. He knew exactly why she's upset in the bathroom and the the sound of her opening her trusty pad only backed up his guess.
Her period has begun.
"Good morning love, sleep well?" He folded the newspaper and put it off to the side as she emerged from their bathroom. Y/N crossed the floor and sat in his lap, curling up to the warmth that his body provided.
"Good morning and there wasn't much sleeping because somebody kept me up all night." Her lips pressed against his neck as she nuzzled into it.
"I wonder who that was?" His body shook with laughter as she playfully smacked his chest.
"How are you feeling, any cramps? I know how terrible they get for you." Y/N pulled back a bit to look into his baby blues with a surprised look on her face.
"What is it love?"
"You know."
"Of course I know. For the past week we've had sex multiple, multiple times, which you initiated. Your breasts are sensitive as they are heavier and fuller than they regularly are. You've been craving a whole lot of sweets plus you've been bloated for a couple days now, I chose not to bring it up. Oh and then there's the fact that I heard you opening your pad a short while ago." Sherlock winked at her knowing that he checked all the boxes with his observations. Y/N rolled her eyes at him and placed her face right back into the crook oh his neck.
"You, Sherlock Holmes, never cease to amaze me. What am I craving now? Since you seem to know everything."
"Strawberry cheesecake and cookies 'n cream ice cream."
"Screw you." He got it right again. Chuckling, the curly haired detective kissed her head, rubbing her back soothingly in the process. A shit eating grin plastered itself onto his face as he spoke his next words.
Weird thought: but I picture doctor strange as being the type of guy used to instantly wooing the parents of anyone he is with. So I had the idea that Strange could meet the dad of his current s/o (who is a total daddy's girl btw) and everything just goes comically wrong and the dad just instantly hates his guts. Stephan has never had this happen before so he is just a complete mess over it and is like "whelp I guess you gotta kick me to the curb now I'll go pack my things"
Always The Easy Part
Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader
Warnings: not much it's mostly fluff - language, reference to Strange's bad relationship with his dad, reference to smut, light angst
This wasn't how this was supposed to go. This was the part of relationships he had always been good at. He was a doctor and a literal superhero. He should have been every parent's dream for their son or daughter to bring home. In the past he had been able to woo his partner's parents without even really trying. This time around though, the time it really mattered, he seemed to be crashing and burning. At least with your father.
Your mother had been easy enough. His classic good looks and charm were enough to get her approval. Especially when paired with the bouquet of her favorite flowers that he magicked up as a gift for her. Your father seemed to have it out for him from the very moment their eyes met.
He was a far cry from the teddy bear of a man you said he was. His ice cold facade only breaking to wrap you in a bear hug. For Stephen he opted simply to slap him on the arm. He also insisted on calling Stephen by his last name, just calling him Strange. Despite you and your mother both imploring you to call him Stephen. He seemed to like that by calling him Strange it seemed like an insult while not actually being one.
The awkwardness between your boyfriend and your father didn't go unnoticed by you. You were a daddy's girl through and through. So the fact that he was fighting an Everest of an uphill battle wore on him more and more as the day went on. He knew that if your father made you choose, Stephen would lose that battle without even a second thought.
It would have even been better if your dad wasn't so nice to everyone else. He seemed to actually be a really nice guy in general, so Stephen couldn't write off as your dad just being an asshole in general. It had been easy for Stephen to write off his own terrible relationship with his own father. The man was not well liked and was about as far from warm and loving as they came. He knew your relationship with your father had been the opposite, and he refused to let his own bad paternal memories influence his relationship with your dad. So he was really trying to get off on the correct foot with him.
It seemed that everything he did just seemed to make your father look at him more skeptically. Stephen was the only one your father seemed to have an issue with. Although he was also the only one present who was having sex with you. So in a way he knew some resistance was normal, but he feared it had to be a death knell for the two of you.
By that night back at the Sanctum, Stephen was wallowing in his own self-pity. He basically assumed he had already lost you. How could he have crashed and burned so epically? At least your mom liked him. That was better than nothing. There couldn't be much coming back from such a bad initial first impression though. As long as you stayed with him, he would have a bullseye on his forehead.
He fell back on the bed and waited for you to come confront him about how bad the day had gone. Maybe you would take pity on him and let him spend one more night in your arms. He really loved you and the one time he needed to come through for you he didn't. He felt like such a failure as a boyfriend.
When you finally came in he could already hear the hesitancy in your voice. He immediately started trying to brace himself for the inevitable blow. You approached the bed slowly and came to sit next to him. Brushing one hand through his hair and undoing the very top button on his light blue shirt. The one your mother pointed out matched his blue eyes.
"I don't understand how you can wear your shirts with the top button closed. Doesn't it feel like you can't breathe?"
He exhaled and let himself melt into the bed even farther. You were making small talk. Surely just trying to find the least painful way to rip off the bandaid and dump him.
"You don't have to ease me into it. It was pretty clear your dad hated my guts. I know how much your dad means to you. So, I understand if you don't wanna be with me anymore. I can leave you alone if you want. I can move into another bedroom and you can stay here until we figure everything out. Just know that I really love you and I'm so sorry that I couldn't be a better boyfriend for you. That I couldn't be who you deserved."
He closed his eyes and put his hands over his face. He was determined to be strong for you. He was determined to take the high road. Bowing out before you could say what he dreaded hearing, because if he heard you say it he didn't think he could hold back the tears.
If he could see your expression though he would see how utterly confused you were. You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. It sounded like he had lost his mind. You reached down and pulled his hands away from his face. Pulling them to your face and kissing his knuckles as his hands trembled softly. He kept his eyes shut until he felt your lips on his skin.
"Stephen, what the hell are you talking about?! I'm not going anywhere and I sure as hell don't want you to go anywhere. You realize that I love you right? That love isn't conditional on how you get along with one member of my family. Especially the first time you meet them, and especially when it's my dad. Hell, he liked you better than any of my ex's. You actually got full sentences. Usually he just kind of grunts and grumbles."
Okay now he was confused.
"You're kidding right? That was him liking me? He basically only spoke to me when he absolutely had to, and not once did he call me anything other than 'Strange' or 'the wizard'. He pretty much growled when you mentioned living here at the Sanctum with me. He was even so much nicer to the delivery guy."
You crawled up to sit up against the headboard of the bed and patted your lap signaling for Stephen to lay his head there. You knew one of his favorite things when he felt insecure was extra snuggles and pets. Stroking your fingers through his hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp. Soft loving touches in general. Although he definitely wanted some firmer, naughtier, touches from you later after such a bad day.
He promptly scooted into position as he felt very much in need of some cuddles and extra love. Especially since you assured him you wouldn't be leaving him. He still wasn't sure he believed that your dad didn't hate his guts, but he was very pleased that it didn't seem to change your opinion of him.
"Well honey, you have to remember that he is gonna have a problem with any guy I'm dating. First of all, you sleep with me. Living together means we have sex. That immediately makes you a corrupting force. In his mind, he would prefer to think I have never had sex. Ever. Second of all, being with you means I need him less. That I'm not his little girl who needs rescuing anymore. Especially with you being who you are, the idea that I would run to you instead of him when I need help is all the more real. To the same extent though, he knows you can actually protect me. I guarantee you that he is grateful for."
He exhaled and started to relax more into your lap the more he snuggled into your touch. He hadn't told you much about his past relationships other than Christine. Of course that is partly because you had met and got along with Christine. So really he didn't have much choice in showing you all the skeletons in that closet. He had been hiding his skill with parents as his ace in the hole. Now he figured it was time to come clean about that too.
"I know I have a terrible track record in messing relationships up. You know Christine, you've heard the stories. Meeting the parents has always been the easy part for me. I just expected it to be easy this time too. I'm pretty sure your mom liked me, but your dad… I know how much you love him. I just assumed if things didn't go just right that was it. This was a test I had to pass. You know how well I got along with my dad. Anything less than a glowing reception just felt like I failed you."
You leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead and then another on his lips. Stephen's past was clouded with a lot of not so pleasant experiences. He always assumed gloom and doom weren't far behind him. That was part of why the two of you worked well together. He was the eternal pessimist and you were the eternal optimist.
"You have a tendency to assume the worst. I know your father treated you terribly and expected perfection from you, but real families love each other not in spite of their faults but because of them. You never have to be perfect for my family. You'll learn that when you meet my weirdass siblings. My nieces and nephews will tell you countless times their favorites are Captain America, Iron Man, and Spider-Man just to try to bug you by the way. Also yes, my mom loves you. It probably didn't help with my dad that she said how handsome she thought you were like five times today."
That did make him laugh a little. That was a good sign. It meant you were starting to pull him out of being stuck in his own head. He knew you were right. Real love, in real life, doesn't have to be perfect. If this was good enough for you, if he was good enough for you, than it was definitely good enough for him.
"I just wanna make you happy darling. I love you more than anything."
"I love you too, Stephen, and you do make me happy. Happier than anything else in the multiverse."
You both started laughing. That was always how he said things to you. You didn't really know much about the multiverse. Other than what he told you. You knew it was true though. You couldn't imagine being any happier than you were with Doctor Stephen Strange.
"Now come on Stephen. Let me show you how much I love you."
You shifted his head off of your lap before you crawled on top of him to straddle his hips. Smiling down at him and planting a passionate loving kiss on his lips.
"Besides, it's gonna take a lot more than today for you to get rid of me. You are quite the catch."
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I'm also thinking of continuing this fic too and turning it into some wild out-of-control love story where they really get to know each other and fall in love with each other and dine in fancy London restaurants, drink in the highest class of London bars, spend days desperate to see one another without the intrusion of the press or public eye, hiding in the back of overly expensive coffee shops, walks in the middle of nowhere, stupidly expensive gifts for her, nights unable to get enough of each other in his gorgeous London apartment and finally realising that they just cannot be without each other... did I just basically explain the pretty woman plot? idk man just imagine living your fancy London dream with Benedict on your arm
Hold On, We're Going Home | Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader
Hold On, We're Going Home | Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader
| a song fic; Hold On, We're Going Home by Drake and Majid Jordan (listen to the song here)
| RATED 18+. contains fluff, and smut (porn with plot, p in v sex, dirty talking, creampie)
| 4,800 words
| After an exhausting night of attending an awards ceremony, Benedict is nothing but happy to take you home and spend the rest of the night with you and only you.
| NOTE : hey! how're you doing? hope ur having a great day/night! this has to be the longest one shot fic i've written so far, i hope you enjoy the long-ish read! and it has been a while since i wrote a song fic, feels so good to go back to my roots! lemme know ur thoughts about this one! comments, hearts, REBLOGS make my day! <3
The twinkling lights of the city looked so faraway, yet so bright. Everytime he blinked his eyes, it became blurred, like tiny multi-colored bubbles flashing. He tapped his finger absentmindedly against the rim of his whiskey glass, thinking if he should take another sip. His eyes started to focus on his reflection on the glass window, shifting to his dapper vision. He watched himself on the glass, thinking how he looked good. Must be the effect of the alcohol, he thought. He then sipped the last of the contents of his glass, then settled it on the marble countertop nearby.
The pacing started. His leather shoes started to create a path to and fro, back and forth on the carpeted floor. He balled his fist, then opened it, like he was squeezing an imaginary stress ball. His fingers itched to touch his hair, wanting to run his fingers on it nervously. But he figured Don wouldn’t be too pleased if he saw him already disheveled. He knew his stylist put a lot of effort on getting his curls together, and he’d rather not mess it up. He started to take deep breaths in time of his pacing. He prayed the air conditioning was cold enough to dry the sweat that was starting to form on his eyebrow.
Finally, he internally sighed as he heard the door click open. Then you stepped into the room and instantly, his nervousness faded. He was then filled with awe with you.
You looked so beautiful, and he was so damn glad he was marrying you.
You were like a dark sky adorned with shining little stars, you glowed even more when you saw your man looking so dapper and sexy in his white suit. You approached him, tethering in your heels. Hands sought out to touch him and he instantly offered his hands to you, You held on to his arms, then looked up at him.
“Wow,” he said, barely a whisper. His voice might’ve caught in his throat, so he cleared it and smoothed his hands on yours, just to make sure he’s still alive and you were still real.
“What do you think?” you asked before starting to tie his bowtie.
“I think we should stay in tonight.” he said, drawing you closer to him.
“Hmm, tempting. But no can do, mister. Car is already waiting downstairs.”
“I really don’t care if I win it or not, I want to stay here,” he pouted.
“Me too, my love. But sadly, we need to. Plus we can’t disappoint Wanda and Tim now, can’t we?” you heard him sigh. He ducked his head and leant his head on your shoulder. Despite you wearing four inch heels, he still needs to bow down a bit so that your heights could meet.
“What if I don’t win?” he asked, the words trailing down your bare skin.
“It’s okay. It’s all fine. What matters most is that you gave your best and you’re my winner.”
“Would you still marry me even if I don’t take the little guy home?”
“Of course I would. Besides, you’ve got a little guy in me, that’s enough for now, is it?” you smiled and rubbed his back in an effort to comfort him and yourself.
Benedict stood up straighter and beamed at your wording. Just the slightest implication, the littlest whisper of the word that you’re finally expecting makes him smile like a loon. Instinctively, he touched the teeny tiny bump that was starting to rise on your skin, that was temporarily hidden by your black dress.
“My god, I really want to kiss you right now,” he sighed defeatedly, yet he still moved closer to you.
“Nope. Not allowed, it’s matte.” you chuckled.
Instead, he sought out the pulse point on your neck, and there he planted a kiss. Then, he brought up your intertwined hands and kissed the finger where your engagement ring is nestled.
“I love you, win or lose, I’m all for you.” you said in all earnest.
“I love you too.”
“Now let’s get this done so we can go home early.” he smiled then led you out of the hotel suite.
Hand in hand, you walked through the carpeted corridor with his assistant and his stylist in tow. His security called for an elevator and you all followed suit. His assistant, Emily buzzed through the usual red carpet routine and the procedures and program of the awards ceremony. You intently listened while remaining silent, you nodded and hummed when she needed affirmation.
Ben, however, was jittery. His hands moved too much and you could just feel the tension he’s feeling. You rubbed his back affectionately, trying to help him calm down.
“Love, what if you take a drink? Water? Whiskey perhaps?” you suggested.
“I really want some more whiskey right now,” he chuckled and took your hand.
“Okay, we’ll have Dominic get you a flask, does that sound good?”
“Yeah.” he exhaled.
You tapped Dominic and asked him to get your love a flask of whiskey in the hotel bar once the elevator lands on the ground floor. He nodded and he did so once the elevator stopped. As you all waited for Dominic by the lobby, Benedict couldn’t help but feel a little bit calm. You always stood close to him, almost never leaving his space. He figured it might be because his nerves needed calming down, but then he realized, maybe you were nervous too. It’s for him, as much as it is for you.
Benedict was all aware that you aren’t used to this. This isn't your line of work and it's completely normal to be nervous. You were more used to the bright lights of hospital rooms, rather than the bright and flashing lights of media attention. He looked at you, and caught you in a moment of anxiety. He knows you as much as you know him. And right now, you need him as much as he needs you.
"You okay?" he whispered in your ear.
"I am, though I think I need a quick trip to the bathroom before we go," you sighed. Pregnancy was all to blame.
"I'll come with you." he flashed you a smile and excused you two.
"Do you have your lipstick with you?" he asked as you two neared the ladies' room.
"Ben… " you warned him.
"Just asking. Besides, isn't that what your pocket is for?" he chuckled. You playfully swatted his arm then left him for the stalls.
You quickly did your business and left the restroom. You found him leaning against the marble wall, looking so casual. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and snapped a quick picture of him. He was looking away from the camera, and he looked so beautiful.
"You look really handsome here." you gushed as you showed him the picture.
"Damn right I do, I even look handsome while waiting for my pregnant fiance outside the ladies room." he laughed and held your hand.
The two of you quickly made it back to his team and Emily confirmed that it was time to go. Ben helped you drape your shawl on your bare shoulders, making sure you weren't cold. He made you walk in front of him and behind Dominic so that you would be shielded away from grabby fans or paparazzis.
Soon, you were all driving off to the venue. The traffic slowed and became congested, you figured you were already in the parade of cars by the carpet.
The car ride wasn't so quiet. You started to crack a joke to ease off the tension. Benedict fought you for being the funniest. You just had to give it to him. He makes you so damn happy even in the most unusual of events. You had to make sure your mascara was waterproof as he had you in tears, laughing like a little kid at his latest joke.
Emily, Don, and Dominic were also laughing, and by the time the car stopped by the carpet, you were all smiling. Dominic discreetly passed him his flask and he took a quick swig before stepping out of the car.
As he closed the car door behind him, the screams started to get loud and pierce his ears. He made a quick move to open your door and he helped you out of the car. You thanked him and held onto his hand, while your other hand gathered your dress.
Among the loud screaming of his name, was yours. Fans alternatively chanted your names as the two of you smiled and waved. The walk on the carpet was so slow, and Ben was worried you might get distressed or tired, given your condition.
"You alright my love?" he asked you as photographers started to direct your focuses.
"Yeah," you breathed, if a little shaky. He noticed this and excused you and himself from the press to meet with Emily.
"Need to stay hydrated," you chuckled as Em gave you a drink. Ben rubbed your back soothingly and you instantly relaxed.
He guided you back to the carpet and drew you close to his side as you two posed for photos.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" he said under his breath, only you two could hear.
"Not in so many words, if I recall correctly, you only said 'wow'," you joked.
"Shame on me, not properly complimenting my beautiful fiance," he chuckled and you laughed.
"Yeah, shame on you, Mr. C." you giggled as the two of you walked away from the carpet. It was now time for interviews.
He was beckoned over by E!'s host and he stepped on the platform. Briefly answering their questions.
"Now we see you've got a beautiful lady beside you," the host said and you heard it.
"That's my fiance, Y/N." he proudly smiled and gestured at you. You gave the camera a wave and a smile.
"Rumors are going around that you two are expecting, any comments on that?"
"It's against my will to share anything private but I'm really happy and proud to say that yes we are," he laughed. They offered their congratulations to him and to you.
"That must be a dream come true for you!" they said.
"It is, but it is infinitely better with the fact that I'm doing this with her, that I'm with her," he said. You heard him pour his heart out in a public interview. Knowing him, he wouldn't want to give up any private information about you as a couple, as an impending family, but his words made you blossom. Your cheeks burned red as he gave you a quick glance.
"Will wedding bells soon be ringing?"
"Hopefully yes. But I don't know, you guys will just have to find out how soon." he said with a smile. With that, the interview concluded. He marched down and met with you. He planted a kiss on your temple, then linked your hands together.
"I didn't spill too many beans, didn't I?" he asked.
"It was great, Ben. You're allowed to say something about me, or something about us. Just watch it though, or you might share something to them that they're not supposed to know,"
"Like what?" he smirked.
"I don't know, maybe you'll say that I'm actually a great cook that's why you're marrying me,"
"Is that a bad thing?" he chuckled.
"Could be, especially if MasterChef decides to hire me as a judge," you said. A laugh vibrated through him and you couldn't help but join along.
Wanda and Tim came into your view, and you rushed to give them each a hug.
"My darling girl, look at you!" Wanda grinned at you and you blushed.
Benedict moved in to give them a hug and they gave him their warmest congratulations on the awards nomination and the news of pregnancy.
"How far?" Tim asked you.
"Two months."
"Why didn't you call me?" Wanda glared at Ben.
"We just found out the other day mum, I'm sorry,"
"You should be!" she huffed and you stifled a grin.
Emily then turned up from the side and ushered you inside the slowly growing crowded auditorium. Sadly, you had to part with Wanda and Tim as you two were seated upfront. You and Ben promised to catch them at the end of the show.
The auditorium was starting to become full of celebrities, all looking glam and dashing. The man beside you however, was the only one you had eyes for. You mingled with others but the two of you always, always gravitated to each other. A distance would be kept but only for a moment.
Then Keira arrived. She was glowing, her baby bump looking glorious.
"Congratulations!" she gasped.
"Thank you so much. And wow, you look really amazing!" you said. The stream of pleasantries never seems to end with Keira. She's such an amazing friend. Fortunately, you two are seated next to each other.
The ceremony finally started and the pomp and pageantry commenced. You had to take a deep breath in and exhale through your nose just to convince yourself that you could go through 3+ hours of sitting and clapping.
"Can I get you a drink?" your fiance asked you. You laughed with your pursed lips. He looked at you with brows furrowed.
"What's so funny?"
"Don't go around asking people that question, they might think you're a waiter," you pointed at his white suit and black bowtie.
"Shut up you, now come on, iced tea?" he offered. Your laughs didn't stop until he gave you a glass.
"Just wait till we get home, I don't think you'll be making jokes about my suit then,"
"Lucky me, I guess." you winked at him and he kissed your cheeks as the lights dimmed.
Thank god for commercials. Almost every time there's a commercial, you excuse yourself for a trip to the bathroom. Benedict was all too happy to go with you, til you finally figured out why.
"I saw that," you smirked at him as he sneakily put out his half cigarette.
"I know I promised there would be no more—"
"But I know you're nervous and anxious to get home. So it's all fine," you reassured him.
"Now come on, rockstar. You're about to present a category." this time you were the one to give him a kiss.
"Wait, hold on," he slipped his fingers in his breast pocket and retrieved his flask. He took a swift swig then patted it back to his suit pocket.
He helped you to your seat just in time for another category announcement. After that, he left and the next you saw him, he was onstage, presenting an award.
Ben had hidden the nerves well in his smooth velvet voice. His eyes scanned the whole room, but he only found yours. He only had his eyes for you. He winked at you before announcing the winner.
"How'd I do?" he asked as he sat down next to you. You enveloped his hand in yours and beamed at him.
"Amazing."
Few more minutes passed, and the best actor nominations were about to be announced. You could feel him tense up and you felt it too.
"I don't think I can do this," he sighed heavily.
"Yes you can, love. I'm right here." you reassuringly said. His right hand took your left, where your engagement ring shines. You squeezed his hand and smiled.
"I love you. And I'm so proud of you," you said. You watched his eyes become teary and it was enough for you at that moment.
Benedict Cumberbatch. The Imitation Game. The presenter said.
His name spoken so loud, so clear, in such a large place made him shyly smile. And the people were cheering, clapping. But his focus shifted to you; you were clapping and your smile was genuine. He now knows that he is the luckiest man in the world. He felt so big, so elated. Because you, just you, being proud and happy for him and with him at that certain moment, was special enough.
He silently wished he could bottle the moment up. Especially the look on you: eyes wide in pride, smile so warm, and your hand that nestles your promise to him, was applauding him.
You took his hand in anticipation and ran your thumb in circles. The winner was announced and you politely clapped. Though a smile was painted on his pretty face, you could feel his disappointment.
"No matter, you're still my winner. We could have a drink or two or more later, then have drunken sex, how does that sound?" you offered. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and rubbed your back affectionately.
"Darling we can't have drunken sex, you're not allowed to drink,"
"But—"
"Actually I think I need to sober up. We're going to make love all night long and I'm going to put another baby in you, how does that sound?" he whispered in your ear and the fine hairs on your back stood up.
"Win-win situation. I like how you think, Cumberbatch." you said, your voice low.
Soon enough, you found yourselves clapping along the crowd, cheering and congratulating the night’s winners. A new tension has fallen over the two of you, it was like a veil, a bubble that separated you from the rest of the majority. You could feel his hands all over you, ghosting on your skin, and you seem to do the very same. You want him so close to you, with nothing in between and around.
He felt like dancing. He felt his body was alight with new energy. One that doesn’t equate to having an award, or any kind of a bloody award. He was going home with you, and that’s all he could ever want and ever need.
“I know you’re tired but would you like to attend the afterparty?” he asked as you stood amongst the crowd that was heading to Vanity Fair’s afterparty.
“Would love to,” you happily sighed.
“You sure? I know those heels are killing you,”
“Come on Cumberbatch, before I change my mind.” you giggled and led him through the throng of people.
Flashing colored lights welcomed you as you stepped into the room. People were piled by the bar, ordering drinks and chatting. The DJ had cranked up some fine tunes and there were also people on the dancefloor. Not giving a damn if their designer dresses are stepped on.
He did what he had promised to you, avoiding alcohol and only drank water to recover himself from the amount of whiskey he had drunk throughout the ceremony. Hand in hand, he waltzed through the dancefloor, and a giggle escaped your lips when he had dipped you. After a few moves, you sat down and he lifted your heeled feet to his lap, trying to ease the pain.
But then a beat started to thump through the room. A beat you know so well. Quickly, onto your feet, you pulled your bewildered fiance and let him back to the dance floor. You pulled him close and started to lip sync the lyrics. As soon as he recognized the melody, he smiled and held your waist close to him.
“I want your hot loving emotion, endlessly.” you whispered so close to his lips.
“‘Cause you’re a good girl, and you know it.” his voice rumbled and you could feel it. The vibration of the bass, and his dark smooth voice.
Drake has nothing on him. You smirked to yourself.
“Just hold on, we’re going home,” you sang.
“Just hold on, we’re going home.” he sang the last lyric and you finally pulled him down, meeting his lips for a kiss.
“Take me home.” you whispered and held on to him.
Ben watched the building fly past his window. The car was moving at a speed, the driver was all too happy to step on the pedal. Ben leant back on the leather seat and exhaled, he closed his eyes and your perfume filled his nose. You were wearing his suit jacket and nestled into him. You cuddled up to him immediately the second the car door locked shut. The drive would’ve been short if Ben directed the driver to drop you off at the hotel, but no, he chose to head home.
Win or lose, I’m all for you. I’m so proud of you.
Your voice in his head replayed the words over and over. A smile crept on his lips. He really is the luckiest man. He couldn’t imagine himself going through it all with another woman, or worse, alone. He would’ve been a mess. He would’ve gone home drunk, woken up sick of alcohol poisoning and self-pity. But now, he has you, and he’d rather have you forever than anything. You were worth more than any silver or gold, nor any long standing ovation or recognition.
“I love you.” he whispered into your hair, you heard it and snuggled closer to him.
The drive didn’t take much longer. The car soon pulled up in the driveway of his property. He almost carried you into the house, as you leant heavily into him.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs,” he exhaled, then gave into carrying you upstairs. Once he crossed your shared room, he gently laid you down on the bed. He moved down and peeled down the straps of your Blahniks, you hummed in relief and closed your eyes. You felt him leave the bed and move around the room. You blinked them open only to find him on the other side of the room unbuttoning his shirt.
“What are you doing?” you gasped and sat up.
“Getting ready for bed?”
“What? Didn’t you say we’re going to make love all night?”
“But love, you’re tired,” he sighed and scooted to the edge of the bed, his shirt hanging open.
“I’m not!”
“But you were already asleep, I had to carry you upstairs,”
“I was just faking it, so you would carry me,” you said with a wicked smile on your lips.
“Why you—” you squealed as he pulled you down to the edge of the by your legs. He wrapped your legs around his waist and that made you gasp. You felt him getting hard against the fabric of his trousers. He leaned down and captured your lips into a kiss.
Hands started to roam and touch, igniting sparks of arousal and need. His hands, his skillful touch started its path downwards. He cupped your core through the fabric of your dress, and you hissed in sudden contact.
“As much as I love this dress on you, I want it off of you.” he grumbled. You directed him where the zipper was and his fingers started to fumble.
“What the—” he groaned in frustration. You giggled and he looked at you with danger in his eyes.
“You know what, I’ll just buy you a new one,” he said and you heard the fabric tear open. Your gasp in surprise was soon wiped away by his fierce kiss. You rid yourself of the remaining fabric, then laid back down just wearing your lace thong.
He was starting to remove his suit but you stopped him. “It’s going to stay on,” you said and dipped your hand into his trousers. His pretty lips curved into a beautiful ‘o’ and he leaned back his head slightly.
What a sight to behold.
His lips came down on you again, this time with the intention of tasting your skin. He left wet open kisses all over your neck and your chest, paying special attention to the spot where he felt your racing heartbeat. You moaned and writhed underneath him, your nails lightly scratching his back.
His fingers followed his lips. Your hips bucked as he swiftly pulled down your thong, dipped down his head and gave your core a long lick. Looking into your eyes, he tasted and lavished on the taste of your wetness. He then slipped a finger, then started to massage that spot that made you wild. You tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling him to where you wanted him to be. He groaned and closed his eyes.
“Ben, fuck,” you moaned as he hit that spot over and over.
“Come on baby. I want you to cum on my tongue.”
So close. So deliciously close. One last flick of masterful tongue, he had you coming. A gush of wetness flooded through you, he made you squirt.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled.
He backed away and slipped out his finger in fear of making you oversensitive. When you’ve calmed down a bit, he lightly kissed your wet pussy, and tapped it with his hand. You drew in a sharp breath as you felt your legs shake.
Ben saw this and chuckled darkly, he gathered your legs and ran his hands on your bare, smooth skin. Soothing you, helping you come down. He wrapped your legs around his waist once more, and this time you freed him from the confines of tight trousers. You circled his shaft and he involuntarily bucked into your warm hand.
“I know I promised you that we’d be making love but I want you right now, hard and fast,” he panted against your lips.
“Yes, please,” you begged.
With eyes full of love, he gazed into you as he carefully entered you. You sighed and sought out his arm, holding on tightly. As you began to get used to his size, he started to move in you, deeply. He pulled out, only his head staying in you, then slammed back in, your hips flushed. You screamed in surprise and he had mistaken it for pain.
"You okay?" he asked, his breath shallow.
"Again, please," you pleaded. He smirked and did it again. Once buried deep inside you, he moved his head down to kiss you.
"You're so deep inside me," you sighed into his lips.
"Am I?" while still inside you, he rolled his hips into a circle and you arched your back in pleasure.
"Do you like that, darling? Me buried so deep inside you,"
"Yeah, ah—" you cried out when he did it again.
Ben started to move, he thrusted in and out of you, making sure his cock kisses that spot inside you. He loved to see you writhing and squirming under his pace, eyes rolling back and lips agape in pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel so good." he exhaled as he felt you tighten around him, signalling another orgasm from you.
"Ben, I'm gonna cum," you screamed, digging your nails into his arm.
"That's it baby, let me hear you scream as you cum on my cock," he whispered into your ear, his voice harsh.
A cry broke out from your lungs as the violent waves of pleasure rushed throughout your body. He soon followed, your orgasm causing his orgasm to rip through him. You pulled him down to you, wanting to feel him and his weight above you.
He began to move away but you protested. "Love, I just need to get rid of these clothes." he kissed you.
Ben made quick work of getting rid of his clothes and preparing a wet towel for you. You were on the edge of falling asleep when he joined you in bed. He wiped your skin with the towel, taking extra care on your sensitive spot between your legs.
"I think you made me pregnant again," you hummed.
"I should hope so," he chuckled and settled beside you after turning off the lights.
"Be careful what you wish for. I think we can only handle one right now."
"Thank you," he said after a beat of silence.
"For what?"
"For being here. With me. Beside me."
"It's hard to do these things alone," you quoted the lyric from the song you two were dancing to earlier.
"If it's your duty to love me and protect me, then my duty to you is just the same. I love you and I promise to always be here for you. We'll always go through it together." you said and planted a kiss on his chest, at the very top of his heartbeat.
He leaned down and gave you one last kiss for the night, he whispered "I love you." into your lips before finally letting himself fall into sleep.
Benedict slept easily that night as he was well aware of the fact that he was lucky to find his match (you), and did his greatest achievement (get down on one knee and promise to marry you, and start a family with you). He had all his heart's desires and it couldn't have any more worth than a little golden statue.
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A/N: This is just something that has been stuck in my brain all week, and I had to get it out in order to move on with my requests...
If you haven't watched the Graham Norton Show, I highly recommend you do because it is gold, especially the episodes featuring Ben seriously go watch it
In any case, let me know what you think and wether or not I should write a part two... ;D
Summary: the reader and Benedict have been dating for a while, and she goes to the Graham Norton Show to promote a movie when she's presented with the most pleasant surprise...
Word count: 2347
Warnings: none
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"And without further ado, please welcome to the stage our first guest of the night, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!"
You heard your name being announced, followed by the loud cheers coming from the other room, and tried to ignore the anxiousness churning in your stomach. Your hands went to smooth out the already unwrinkled fabric of your skirt, and you checked yourself in the mirror one last time to make sure everything was in place.
God, you were so not ready for this.
Your feet carried you up the few steps that separated you from the crowd, and your eyes were momentarily blinded by the bright lights of the stage as you could only listen to the clapping and screaming coming from the audience.
You were really doing this... you were in the Graham Norton Show, and those people were clapping for you.
"Ah, there she is. Come up here!" Graham Norton himself was standing a few feet away from you with his trademark cheeky smile on his face, and you mimicked his expression, climbing the few steps to get to where he was.
"Well, hello there, sir," you said playfully, hugging him before he motioned for you to sit in the long red couch.
Your stomach leaped as you saw the packed audience in front of you, and you thought you might just faint at the prospect of so many people watching you, so you looked at Graham instead.
"So, (Y/N), this is actually your first time on the show!" Graham said with an easygoing tone to his voice, and you immediately felt more relaxed.
"Actually, this is my first talk show like... ever," you answered, and he gasped with a raise of his eyebrows.
Graham smiled. "Well, it's an honour to have you here with us," he sat more comfortably on his chair. "But do tell me, how does it feel to be nominated for best supporting actress at the Oscars at such a young age?" He asked, and you had to think about your answer.
Fame wasn't really something you thought you'd grow used to. You'd never even imagined you'd one day become recognized in the acting industry, let alone be nominated for such an important category at the Academy Awards or be invited to one of Britain's most well known talk shows.
You'd always wanted to be successful in Hollywood, that was for sure, but the thought that you'd actually made it was still completely overwhelming. You'd stared in plenty of small productions before, from TV commercials to national soap operas, but it wasn't until you were cast to play the lead role in a pretty large Hollywood production that you actually became known in the world of celebrities.
"Honestly? I have literally no idea how this happened," you chuckled along with Graham, feeling some of your anxiousness fade away. "One minute I was doing small jobs here and there, and the next I was walking red carpets and all that sort of stuff," you answered truthfully. "I think not even my family thought I'd make it this far," you joked.
"Well none of us did," he countered playfully, and the audience laughed with you. Once the laughter had died down, Graham eyed you seriously. "Well, and since we're talking about family, a little bird told me you've been seeing a certain someone..." he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.
Trust the mention of him to get you all worked up.
"Oh, did it?" you asked, a small smile on your lips as you looked at the floor, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear shyly.
Graham laughed his characteristic laugh, and you couldn't contain your own grin from spreading. "Tell me, (Y/N), how are things with Benedict?" As soon as his name left his lips, you felt your heart do a little loop inside your chest. You were sure you were blushing furiously now, but there was no use trying to hide it. The both of you had gone public with your relationship a few weeks earlier, after all.
The truth was Benedict and you had known each other for quite a while. You'd met at a play you both starred in together; an adaptation of one of Shakespeare's works. There had been an instant connection between you two, and you'd become friends right away.
He'd been dating at the time, so you'd known there was no chance of romance between you two even though there was something about him that made your insides melt; something oddly unique about the way he held himself that made you a complete mess around him.
For the two years that you'd been friends, that was strictly what you were. Until, that is, he decided to take a step further.
You remembered the night he confessed everything to you. His girlfriend had been out of the picture for a while, but you'd never even considered the possibility that he could also harbor any feelings for you, so when he'd spilled it all out after having a couple glasses of wine, you had been shocked to say the least.
There was something very Benedict about the way he'd stuttered, clearly trying to choose the best words to say to you that would convey what he was feeling. You'd sat on his couch the whole while, trying not to smile; dying to take him by the collar and just kiss him senseless, and that had been exactly what you'd done - after waiting for him to finish, of course, because that moment was just too precious for you to ruin; you wanted to remember it for the rest of your existence.
"Well, Graham," you began, because honestly, things were actually pretty great between you two. Much, much more than great, if you had a say in it. "We're doing fine..." you answered as shortly as you could while adverting his eyes, and Graham chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously.
"Ah, fine, yes," he said almost absentmindedly, his fingers drumming on the armrests of his chair. "You know, I actually have some pictures here to show the audience what 'fine' actually means, if you don't mind," Graham said with a little laugh, and you closed your eyes with a shake of your head.
"Oh, god..." you groaned, and prepared yourself for the worst.
Graham pointed to a screen near you, an image of you and Benedict popping up immediately. "So here we have you and your boyfriend at the British Independent Movie Awards, and you're, uh... sitting on his lap. I guess they'd run out of chairs, right? That was probably it," he said jokingly and you face palmed, because you were in fact sitting on Benedict's lap, his hands placed on your ribs dangerously close to your cleavage and his mouth almost touching the shell of your ear. There were whistles and shouting in the crowd, and you felt your cheeks burn.
"You know, I'm sure there's an innocent explanation to that," you said defensively, and Graham merely shot you a look before changing the image.
The next one showed you and Benedict in running clothes at the Hyde Park. The photo depicted a pretty normal setting around you, but you felt the embarrassment shoot right through you and settle on your face. You and Benedict were embracing each other closely, and you could see the sweat trickling down your forehead and his neck. But the worst of it was the fact that you two were kissing fervently, his hand holding your head and the other pulling you closer by the waist, and you were mortified upon realising that his tongue was just barely visible, the rest of it disappearing inside your mouth.
The crowd roared again, and you felt like running back to your dressing room in embarrassment.
You covered your face with your hands. "Oh, for fucks sake," you murmured lowly, because you had no recollection whatsoever of that moment, but there was no denying that it had happened as the screen clearly showed the both of you sticking your tongues in each other's mouths, completely oblivious to your surroundings.
"Oh, yes," Graham chuckled, his tone as playful as ever, "I'm sure there's an innocent explanation to this one as well." You were certain your whole face was of a deep crimson shade at that point, and you had a hard time looking into Graham's eyes. "I could go on, you know, but then I'm sure we're going to be stuck in here for a while," he smiled and you laughed freely. God, you were actually really good at embarrassing yourself on TV. "So, (Y/N), now that we've seen how well your relationship's going, let's talk about your upcoming birthday!" Graham clapped his hands excitedly, crossing his legs.
"Ah, yes. It's tomorrow, actually," the crowd clapped, and someone yelled 'happy birthday' from the back of the room, to which you mouthed a smiling 'thank you', grateful for the change of subject.
You weren't surprised in the least when Graham went back to the Benedict matter, though. "And do tell us what are your plans to celebrate it. From what we've seen, I'd say Benedict is great at giving presents," he said with an indiscreet wink and you blushed at the innuendo.
"Oh, I wish I could spend it with him, but we're probably not going to be able to see each other," you said sadly, and pursed your lips at the disappointed cries from the audience. "Yeah... we actually haven't seen each other in over a month, since he's still in America filming Doctor Strange," you revealed, and Graham put his hand over his heart with a soft 'Aww'.
"Well, then I've got just the thing to cheer you up," Graham said, and you looked at him confusedly. "I got you a birthday present," he smiled, and you felt your face brighten up.
"Oh my god, seriously? You shouldn't have," you said as he urged you to stand up right beside the couch.
"I probably shouldn't, but I have a feeling you'll like this one," he joked, and you laughed as he positioned you to face the crowd. "Okay, now close your eyes," Graham said, and you closed them feeling the excitement flutter in your stomach.
For a few moments, the room was completely quiet. You heard a few giggles here and there and there was a gasp in the crowd, but apart from that you couldn't really tell what was going on. Then, a pair of warm hands were placed on your shoulders, and you jumped slightly as you opened your eyes and turned around.
Your hands immediately went to cover your mouth, and for a moment you were left speechless.
"Happy birthday, love," his deep voice said lowly, and you felt your eyes water slightly.
Benedict was there in flesh and bone, his hands holding you dearly, and you didn't suppress the urge to pull him closer. "Oh my god," you exclaimed breathlessly in between the loud cheers of the crowd, wrapping your arms tightly around Benedict's tall frame. He returned your embrace in kind, feeling your beating heart against his chest. "Oh my god, you're really here," you said again, unable to believe what was happening. Benedict smiled that kind smile of his, pulling back slightly to look at your face before giving you a quick peck on the lips, making the audience go wild again.
"Oh, well, I guess I better be off now. Things are going to start heating up, everyone," Graham pretended to head off-stage, and you laughed as he returned to greet Benedict.
The two of you sat together on the couch, and Benedict made a show of sitting as close to you as possible, making everyone laugh. You wiped at your waterline, careful not to ruin your makeup, and the two men beside you chuckled together.
You looked at them with fake anger in your features. "You bastards!" You said crossing your arms. "You lied to me!" your hand slapped halfheartedly at Benedict's chest, and he merely laughed as he captured it in his.
The rest of the show was spent talking about your upcoming movies and projects. Other guests were invited to the stage, but you never left Benedict's side and he never let go of your hand. Eventually your eyes would meet, and you'd both smile at nothing and everything.
Your heart was beating erratically in your chest as you exited the stage, and when you finally reached the confines of your dressing room, you threw your arms around his shoulders again, breathing in his scent as he chuckled.
"Missed me that much, did you?" he asked, putting a finger under your chin to make you look up at him. Your eyes gleamed at the sight of the adorable wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled, and you nodded speechlessly.
God, you'd missed him so much. You had known the distance would be hard to cope with sometimes, and it was something you'd been willing to go through in order to be with him, but the past month had been torturous.
You looked up at Benedict with a small smile gracing your lips. Your hands sneaked around his neck, and you slowly pulled him down to a long kiss. His slight stubble grazed your cheeks, and you grinned at the feel of it. "What?" he asked pulling away, and your smile only widened.
"I love you," you replied in response, feeling giddy and warm on the inside. Benedict's eyes glinted, and he kissed a slow path from your cheeks to your forehead and then down to your neck. You giggled. "And thank you," you muttered, making him stop his ministrations to take a proper look at your face. You lifted your hand to touch his jaw, tracing a pattern all the way to his collar bone with the tip of your finger. This time you gave him a full blown grin. "Thank you for the best birthday present anyone could've ever given me."
Summary: Leave it to Stephen to show off with his powers.
Warnings: None
MASTERLIST
HO! HO! HO! Merry Christmas my loves I hope you all had a wonderful day today. I also apologise for going MIA for months, I got busy with uni and my mental health took a decline. However, I couldn't let today pass without gifting y'all some Christmas fluff.
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"Question, do you plan on getting off your ass anytime soon to help me out here?" Stephen barely glanced in my direction before he returned to his laptop in front of him, completely ignoring the fact that I'm basically decorating our apartment all alone for Christmas.
"I told you that if you wanted to transform our home into Santa's workshop you're on your own darling."
"I don't recall that at all."
"Sure you don't."
Lies, I do remember him telling me that if I wanted to go the full nine yards for the holidays I'd have to do all the work since he's not, and I quote, "Feeling festive."
Stephen adjusted himself into a more comfortable position on the sofa giving whatever he was looking at his undivided attention. Huffing I resumed decorating the Christmas tree, mumbling things that would easily land me on Santa's naughty list this holiday.
Truth be told I wanted this to be something Stephen and I did together as it's our first Christmas together as a married couple. I'm also bumbed because he knows how much this holiday means to me.
Too caught up in my own thoughts I hadn't noticed that Stephen had been staring at my every move for the past five minutes before he practically snapped his fingers and turned our apartment into Christmas haven leaving me speechless.
"Really Stephen?" Crossing my now empty arms over my chest, I turned to face him. The sorcerer got up from his place on the sofa and crossed the living room to get to me with a sly smile on his face.
"Merry Christmas my love." He planted a kiss on my lips, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist.
