This book may have Imagine, Preferences, and one shot.
Don't trust the tittle!
WARNING
SOME chapter might have : ANGST, SMUTT, FLUFF , DEATH, BLOOD, DEPRESSED, SELF HARM, FIGHTING. AND MORE!
Also, the property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for Sherloc...
Pepep! WARNING HERE: SMUTT! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITE SMUTT.. IDK IF YOU GUYS LOVE IT OR NOT JUST COMMENT😄🙇 YEET! ENJOY!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Something went wrong. Something went very, very wrong. It all started like a normal day. Stephen needed to stop a being from a different dimension from altering their universe, but the spell he had used back fired! Y/N was terrified and spent the last two days crying. Who knew what was going to happen next. Well after time stopped completely.
After two days of crying, Y/N didn't have anything left to give. Which i guess ment she was in acceptance. Stephen on the other hand was in bargaining. While Y/N was crying, he was searching for a reversal spell, counter curse, anything that would get them out of this. But after two days of reading every other book he had access to, the search went cold. He found nothing that could help them.
Y/N and Stephen were soulmates. They'd love each other in this world or the next, but it was being without him that made her cry. Not even that the world was ending. No, she cried over never seeing him again. Never again being able to roll over on sleepy sunday mornings and see his face. Never again being able to make him breakfast when she woke up before him. Never again getting to kiss his lips, or run her fingers in his hair.
Now here they were; sitting at the bottom of the sanctum main staircase, Y/N clinging to Stephen, Stephen with his arm around her shoulders. They didn’t know exactly when everything would end, but it would be soon. She looked into his eyes, one last time. Saw the gorgeous hues of blue and green with a bit of brown and hazel dotted in some places. God, has there ever been a man more beautiful.
She leaned up to kiss him, slowly. Making it last, making it count. In this moment, that kiss seemed to divide heaven and earth. It separated love and loss. This kiss would have made all the gods in Olympus fall to their knees crying over its beauty. And when the kiss ended, and Stephen pulled away, so did end the kiss to go down in history as most spoken. For in that one kiss, they said everything they needed to; 'I'm sorry', 'i love you', 'i need you', 'don't leave me'.
When Stephen pulled away, he wiped some of the tear stains from Y/N's cheek. The tears that she was too heart broken to wipe herself. He kissed her cheeks hoping to warm them from where the water from her tears seemed to freeze them. Neither of them had realized it, but here they were. He, semi on top of her. Her, under him with her arms on is biceps.
He smirked at her, before leaning down and kissing her neck. His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her ever so closer to him. But it was that space between them that seemed to make all difference. Now she realized, as long as she was in his arms, she was fine with the world ending. She'd still be his forever. He place one arm back around her back as he leaned them both backwards onto the stairs.
Now that they were both semi comfortable on top of the stairs, he lifted up her dress. The multi-colored one that showed off her pretty thighs. He loved this one. His hands stroked and grabbed at her thighs, slowly making their way upwards. Upwards and inwards. He started grabbing chunks of her inner thigh, still moving upwards. He didn't stop until his hand was caressing her core.
He started rubbing up her clothed slit and clit, pulling a string of moans from her. She sounded delightful. He continued to do this before simply moving her underwear to the side. He rubbed his thumb under the hood of her of clit while his fingers thrusted in and out of her aching hole. Her head fell back with a moan. She was so wet it was adiable. Her wetness was only being drowned out by her moans.
He kissed her again, lips and tongues clashing. He removed his hand from her clit and removed himself from his pants. He pull his fingers out of her slowly, causing her to whimper from how empty she was. He rubbed the head of his cock inside her, but not pushing in further. It confused her. Why wasn't he moving? But before she could ask, he hooked both of her knees over his arms.
It was amazing. It got even better when he kissed all up and down her neck and shoulders. How could his hips move so fast, but his lips move so slow. He contented to pound into her, a farrell grunt or groan escaping his mouth every so often. She was trying her hardest to latch onto him, her high was so close. She felt sensitive, but bliss full. She could feel every vein on his cock and loved it.
He pushed his entire body forward, his cock going deeper inside her and his arms bending her over. Her ankles where almost above her head entirely. She had only been in this position a couple of times. But with her in this position, his cock could reach more inside her. More angles, more special spots. Without even pulling out a little first, he began thrusting inside. Going deeper before coming out a little, then thrusting deep inside her again.
They were frozen in time. So was all the world around them. Frozen, stationary, stuck. The world was over, time was over. Here's how they'd stay, forever. Locked in each others arms, seconds away from a last kiss, eyes locked together.
With every thrust she was almost screaming. Until she finally grabbed his shoulders and came around him. With her clenching and squeezing his cock he came too. He filled her canal with his hot liquid. She fell back against the stairs, arms still around him. She had forgotten about the impending danger. They both had. As she stared up at him, the both leaned in for a kiss, then nothing.
