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167. Benedict Cumberbatch | Cumbersmut *

By : magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics | Tumblr

Requested by anon: Hi! Can you write a smutty one shot with Ben Hotbatch😍where he's had a nightmare&the reader comforts him&they have sex(he's like sitting on the bed, against the headboard, she's straddling him etc.

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x reader

Word count: 1,544

Warnings: Smut - unprotected.

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Running, running fast; running from the beast. How had he had gotten there?

The forest was dark and it smelled like rotten flesh. The little drizzle of rain falling blurred his vision and made the ground even more slippery. He could feel the mud under his bare feet.

The beast howled and it sounded so close he could've sworn it was just behind him. He had to escape, he had to save himself; but in that deep, never ending forest, the beast had an advantage.

He tumbled with a thick branch right in the middle of his path. The wet mud splattered all over his face, blinding him for a few precious seconds. He tried to walk back up, but both of his legs were bleeding, and the best was already around the corner.

The last thing he saw were those big, red eyes shining among the darkness of the forest. The smell of rain drowned him as the beast took its prize: His life.

"Ben?" She called once more, shaking him slightly to wake him up. Benedict jumped out of the bed, accidentally stumbling with the cable of the night lamp and falling to the floor. "Benedict!" She exclaimed, getting up from the bed to help him up.

"What happened?" He inquired, using the gorgy sleepy voice she loved dearly.

"You were having a nightmare... Are you all right?" She asked, helping him get up.

"I believe so... Yes." He nodded.

(Y/N) guided him to the bed before joining him. She pulled him into her arms; his head was resting over her chest and his arms around her waist. She was stroking his short hair slowly, as she steadied her breath in hope that he would match his own to hers.

"What were you dreaming about?" She inquired softly after a while.

"I was being chased..." He muttered lowly.

"Again?" She sighed and Ben nodded. "I'd like to blame the paparazzi now, thank you very much."

Benedict chuckled. "It's part of the job..."

"A part that's taking away your mental health." She insisted angrily.

"I was already a bit looney, don't you think?" He inquired playfully as he looked up at her and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yes, but at least you rested enough." She breathed out. Benedict smiled warmly at her and leaned forward to leave a soft kiss over her lips.

"You worry too much." He whispered.

"Ben..." She gave him a stern glare.

"I'll find a way to fix it, I promise." He said, "We should probably get back to sleep now."

"Yes, probably... I mean it's around five am..." She joked and Benedict giggled.

They got back to their designed places of the bed and tried to fall back asleep in vain. Benedict was still too anxious about his nightmare, because the feeling of paranoia was still palpable in his body; on the other hand, (Y/N) was still worried for him, and couldn't fall back asleep until he was snoring once more.