12 Days Of (NSFW) Sexual Fanfic — Benedict Cumberbatch

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Christmas is inching ever closer, so it’s time for another edition of 12 Days Of Sexual Fanfic, in which we scour the internet for the oddest, funniest, and all around best excerpts of NSFW fan fiction about your favorite celebrities.

Today’s star is Benedict Cumberbatch, and the opportunities are pretty much endless. Not only did he do a ton of projects this year alone — everything from Star Trek to The Hobbit: Desolation Of Smaug to 12 Years A Slave to Sherlock and more — but he also has probably the most organized of the dedicated fan bases I’m aware of.

The Cumberbitches are traditionally out of their screaming, fainting teen years, and into their rational, intelligent ones, so the troves of fanfic I found out there were extensive and well-categorized. Just like I expected. 

But they’re also still pretty amazingly filthy, so take your lunch break and join me in celebrating these odd little morsels of erotica.

Benedict Cumberbatch Suspicious

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As he presses into you, taking his time, each inch causes new groans to fly from both of you. Ecstasy is plain on his features, and he leans down to whisper “Alright, darling?” Nodding, you kiss him and arch up, wanting him sheathed in you fully. His hands grasp your hips as he finally plunges all the way inside. Neither one of you move at first, simply adjusting and enjoying this first union. Slowly he finally begins to rock against you, shallow thrusts that still cause your eyes to roll back as you moan. “Just perfect,” he rasps, the thrusts slowly deepening. One of his gorgeous hands moves up, cupping and kneading your breasts gently. The gasp that comes from you makes him grin that impossible smile, happy in the knowledge that he’s pleasing you.

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We’re just gonna jump right in; I hope you don’t mind. Cumberbitches are not effing around with crappy grammar or spelling errors. They’re also not effing  around with Benedict being anything other than a conscientious lover, always wanting to make sure you’re having a good time.

Benedict Cumberbatch Smiling With Mug

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They both took their first bites and Benedict let out the most suggestive moan. The coffee tasted so much more divine, the mascarpone creamier than he knew possible, the cocoa just bitter enough to contrast the rich dish so it wasn’t a stomach ache waiting to happen. That was the best tiramisu he’d ever tasted.

“If I could cook I’d be asking for a recipe. I think I just came in my pants.” He blurted without thought.

Diana took it in stride. “Just don’t get anything on my nice tablecloth.”

“I’ve never tasted anything like this! This is fantastic.” She gave him a look. Benedict snorted. “Really? I said I came my pants, but the compliment you raise a brow at?”

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Also he likes desserts a lot.

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Smirking, you walk to the edge of the mattress and slowly, sensually climb onto it. You take Benedict’s reaching hands and bring them back and over his head, effectively pinning them down with your own as you hover above him. You chuckle lightly at his obvious frustration, but he doesn’t fight you and lets his hands be pinned above him. Smiling down at him, you sit, and starts rocking your hips in a figure eight motion. Benedict starts breathing heavily and you put your lips just millimeters away from his parted ones.

“What do you want, Ben?”

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He also lets himself be dominated a fair bit. It’s a pretty common theme, probably because he respects ladies so much. That’s part of the fantasy I guess.

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Sherlock’s lips are tingling as he moves around the vibration, the constant careen of pressure at the divot just above the groin: so large, so full of life and Sherlock wants to devour it, desires ever-so-strongly to bite and rip and pierce the sensitive skin so that he can have John in his mouth without a barrier, but he adores the flesh too much, reveres the heart beneath the flesh and wants it safe, wants nothing more than for it to be safe. So he sucks, uses the rough flat of his tongue and the sides and the point to lave, caress at the jump, the unabashed throb until it sings, leaps willingly, eagerly up into the embrace of Sherlock’s warm, wet lips, until it teases and taunts and guides and soothes the unease in Sherlock’s stomach even as it feeds it, breeds it anew; until his mouth begins to numb with the motion and exertion, with the unparalleled feel of John’s thrumming blood beneath sweat-slick skin, so warm that Sherlock can trace it, can know every drop of it as it seeps into him through the points of contact at his mouth, his fingertips, his forehead—the tip of his nose.

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You knew this would be here. It’s a category called Johnlock, for Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, and it’s very vivid.

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Benedict has taken every opportunity to spend time with your new born son, barely putting him down long enough to do anything else. He adores the baby, which just makes him that much sweeter. You can hear him singing in french as you walk up and stand in the nursery doorway. Benedict is sitting in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth with your child in his arms singing a french lullaby, while the little boy reaches half heartedly for his fathers ginger hair…You walk over and kneel down next to him. “Thank you.” He whispers. “For what?” You reply in the same tone. “For everything. For the perfect child.” Benedict stands up slowly and gently lays down his son, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the forehead good night. You walk over and he wraps his arms around your waist. “He is perfect.” You whisper gently. “Like father like son.”

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A lottttt of people liking imagining Benedict as the father of their children. A LOT.

Benedict Cumberbatch Lip Bite

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“You like Tom?” Ben asked, almost accusingly. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out as I thought about what he’d said and the way he was acting. He was acting like a jealous- oh Lord. That was it, he was jealous. Yes, Tom and I had hit it off, but where I felt some sort of spark with Ben, there was nothing like that with Tom.

“Tom is hard to not like.” I said simply, walking over to him and setting my beer on the counter. “Ben, don’t-”

“Brilliant, maybe you two can shack up sometime.” He said, sending my jaw to the floor. I wanted to laugh, or slap him, I couldn’t figure out which.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? I won’t be shacking up with anyone, Benedict, least of all Tom.” I said, his gaze catching mine. “Just because he’s attractive doesn’t mean I want to sleep with him, Jesus Christ. Do you really think I’m one of those girls, Ben? I mean seriously!”

He blushed deeply and mumbled something, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I… God I feel like a tit now.”

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Sometimes Benedict mistakenly assumes you have a thing for Tom Hiddleston, but he always feels like a real tit after.

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Lowering his head to mine he whispered into my ear, “Spread your legs for me.”  Obeying his command without a second thought, he knelt before me his waist hitting my knees.  The feel of his suit against my bare skin was enough to drive me mad.  Not wanting to break my silence and lose our little game I ground my knees into the side of his hips to try and persuade him to lose his pants.

“Oooh yes,” he said in a rich baritone.  He grabbed my knees and squeezed them tighter against him.  His deep voice and unwavering control only turned me on even more.

His fingers trailed gently down my legs to my ankles covering every inch of my skin along the way.  ”Your skin is so soft,” he murmured as he stroked up my calves and back up to my knees.  His fingertips ever so lightly brushed along my inner thigh while his lips suckled under my ribs.  Pressing forcefully, his thumbs found the dimples of my inner thigh.  He was inches from where I wanted his fingers, his lips, and his tongue to be.

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Again, he’s really into the gentle bondage stuff in these stories, and he has an impressive knowledge of the female anatomy — he knows every last rib and dimple, and he’s very complimentary.

Enjoy this? Come back tomorrow for Hunger Games fanfic, where the odds are ever in your favor. (Sorry.)

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