ffs benedict

after sherlock comes out as genderfluid to john he suggests the two go out to buy some new clothes for sherlock to let him know that he really doesn’t mind and completely supports sherlock’s identity. the day out goes great, sherlock buys themselves at least seven new outfits and john, although he doesn’t know much about fashion these days, likes all of them. but when sherlock wants to go to victoria’s secret to buy some cute lingerie john blushes a lot and says he’s going to wait out in front and when sherlock comes out with a bag john swears he can see black lace and his face is flushed for the rest of the ride home

Treat You Better

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader, Reader x abusive boyfriend :( 

Summary: if you know the song Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes, you know the plot

Warnings: abusive situations, violence, swearing, story completely in Rob’s POV, name-calling 

Originally posted by coupleromance

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Enslaved by Kings and Dragons- [Your Heart Is Mine] - ENDING TWO

[note: please catch up on what happened in the prior chapter, or read the full fic so you know what’s going on ;)]

Your king. Your love.

Legolas is on his feet, brandishing his father’s elven blade. Anon yanks him back, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

“…Give me the ring,” Anon screams at Legolas. “GIVE ME OROPHER’S RING!”

Dazedly, Legolas wrenches at his finger and presses the ring it on her palm. The emerald flashes black as Anon slides it onto a slender finger. For a second, she stands there, admiring the ring she had coveted for so long.

“Thranduil is gone. I have mothered his heir, and hold his father’s ring of power. I claim Mirkwood as its rightful Queen.”

“No!” You moan.

With her head held high, she surveyed the soldiers with coldly, daring them to challenge her. None did.

Sauron smiles, perfect teeth gleaming white.

You have done well, Anon. You shall be my queen, rule by my side. Together, we will raze Middle Earth and build a new world in its place.

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STOP SHITTING ON SOPHIE HUNTER.

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF SHE’S PREGNANT

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF SHE HAS A SHIT TASTE OF FASHION

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF SHE’S THE NO-SEX-BEFORE-MARRIAGE KIND OF PERSON

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF SHE ‘TRAPPED’ BENEDICT

YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW HAPPY THEY TRULY ARE

YOU DO NOT KNOW IF THEIR MARRIAGE ANNOUNCEMENT IS A STUNT OR JUST SOMETHING ANY ORDINARY COUPLE WOULD DO

YOU DO NOT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THEM

YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG THEY’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER OR HOW LONG THEY’VE BEEN DATING

SO LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE.

BENEDICT IS A SENSIBLE MAN. HE WOULD DO WHAT HE KNOWS IS RIGHT. 

YOU. DO NOT. KNOW. ANYTHING

STOP FEELING THE NEED TO 'PROTECT’ HIM. HE’S PROBABLY TWICE YOUR AGE SO HE DOESN’T NEED YOU BABYING HIM.

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a lesson in how I fall in love with Benedict Cumberbatch daily….

1st gif)  STOP MASSAGING YOUR CHAIR, ffs

2nd gif) …………“LIVE LONG AND PROSPER”

3rd gif)  HE’S QUITE PROUD THAT HE REMEMBERED THAT, AND NO, NOT THAT SMILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4rth gif)   STOP BEING SUCH A GENTLEMAN, HOW IS ANY OTHER MAN GOING TO COMPARE TO YOU AFTER SEEING THIS?!?!?!?

brianquinns  asked:

John and Sherlock getting into an argument after Sherlock rudely deduces someone and John hisses bitterly, "how do I know you even love me, Sherlock? You got engaged to break into an office! Is that why you proposed to me, hmm? Something I have that you want?" and after a moment of silence, Sherlock nods sheepishly. "What, then? What do I have that you want?" and Sherlock finally looks him in the eye and says "your surname."

O H M Y G O D

Baby on the Brain

So the lovely sheriffswan posted this earlier today: I need a one shot where Emma jumps on Killian after they’ve been through a session of babysitting because it makes her think about their future and it makes her all mushy and craving him.

I couldnt shake it from my mind. This is my first smutty scene (be gentle on me) and Im still pretty new at this whole fanfiction thing, so hopefully this doesnt disappoint. This is un-beta’d. I honestly didnt even re-read it (no time) so hopefully there arent a lot of errors!

Word count: 2455

Rating: M

She had to admit, when her mom and dad first asked her to babysit Neal for their first post-baby date night, she was a bit apprehensive. Other than her false memories with Henry in the lost year, she really doesn’t have a lot of baby experience… her and babies have never really seen eye-to-eye. Killian had seen the apprehension when she hung up the phone after agreeing to the plans, and offered to come along and keep her company.

Stupid pirate, always being so considerate and gentlemanly.

But now, as they are nearly two hours in to their babysitting adventure together, she cant wipe the smile off of her face. Neal was fed and bathed and put to bed without a single hiccup, and it was all thanks to Killian. He is GREAT with Neal. How did a 300-and-some-odd-year-old pirate become a baby whisperer?

She must have been staring for too long in silence after he sat back down on the sofa because she was broken from her thoughts when he cleared his throat and quipped an eyebrow up, “Is there something on my face, love?”

A decidingly un-lady-like snort leaves her mouth and she shakes her head with the grin on her face before replying with a quiet, “nothing.”

“Open book, love, don’t make me force it out of you.”

Emma cant help but roll her eyes, sometimes this open book thing is extremely annoying because they have only been dating for a couple of months and now is not the time to have a discussion about how good he is with babies, and what a great father he would be, and does he want children? Because these thoughts are the only things occupying her brain and she cant seem to shake it no matter how hard she tries.

“It’s nothing of consequence, Killian.” She says with a small smile and a glimmer in her eyes that says ‘please don’t make me say it.’

His eyes shift between hers and she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in when he seems to decide he will drop it for now.

“Alright, Swan. But Im only granting you a temporary reprieve,” that crooked grin of his lights up his face as he leans in and kisses her cheek softly. “Do you want a hot chocolate, love?”

She smiles and watches him get up busying himself in the kitchen. Her mind drifting back to the thoughts of domestic bliss with the famous Captain Hook and how ridiculously right it seems to feel. She cant help the quiet chuckle that emanates from her chest and is so very thankful he was making too much noise to hear it because she is already lucky he dropped the subject once.


Another hour passes and Mary Margaret and David get home. Emma is very grateful because it has been difficult trying to mask her thoughts from Killian this whole time. He keeps looking at her quizzically and she knows he’s burning with questions about what’s got her all flushed.

“How was he? He wasn’t too much trouble for you, I hope,” Mary Margaret said with her signature smile.

“He was a perfect gentleman, mom. Everything a prince should be,” she smiled and kissed her mom on the cheek before heading over to her dad to do the same. “We’ll get out of your hair so you can finish the rest of your date night. He is fast asleep and has been for an hour. So you should have some peace and quiet”

Her mother’s cheeks turned slightly pink at the implication and she glanced sideways to David before clearing her throat and saying, “Thanks again, you two, for watching him. We really appreciate.”

“It was a pleasure, Snow. The little lad is a joy to be around. Don’t hesitate to ask again.” Killian said with an extremely genuine smile before hugging her mother gently and Emma’s mind went right back to that forbidden territory she was trying to avoid. He really was so great with Neal, and she could’ve swore she read something in his eyes that looked like longing when he glanced in the direction of the nursery.


It was a quiet walk back to Emma’s apartment by the docks. Killian kept wanting to broach the subject about what was on her mind earlier, but he was too lost in his own thoughts to bother. Instead, he enjoyed the warmth of her palm in his and let his mind wonder to thoughts of a son or daughter of his own. Something he had long thought was never going to happen for him. He so desperately wished he could ask Emma how she felt about the subject, but his Swan is nothing if not a little skittish when it comes to commitment and long-term talks and he would kick himself for eternity if he scared her away.

Not that it would ever happen anyways. He still cant believe she has welcomed him into her heart, he is so undeserving of the love she shows him. A villain doesn’t deserve a happy ending, he knows this well after a lifetime of hate and misery. He certainly cant expect his beautiful Swan to want to mother his would-be children too.

They walked up the steps to her apartment and entered it in silence. He hasn’t officially moved in yet, still keeping his room at Granny’s, but he spends most nights here with Emma and Henry. He doesn’t push the subject, always waiting for his Swan to take the lead. And lead she does, because before the door even clicked shut she had him pushed up against it in a passionate kiss.


Emma’s mind is racing as they walk in silence. She cant believe he hasn’t pushed the subject, not that she’s complaining… she really doesn’t want to have that conversation. It is far too soon. He’s never one to drop a subject so easily and she knows it’s coming… but she cant help but notice the gears turning in his mind. He is obviously deep in thought, and she really wants to know what’s got him so distracted.

Instead of asking him what’s on his mind, she enjoys the moment of silence to let her mind wonder to a little boy with black, messy hair and bright green eyes and a little girl with golden hair and piercing blue eyes clinging onto her pirate and giggling away while he tells them a swashbuckling tale from his days as the dreaded Captain Hook.

There’s a desire that is shooting through her bones, directly to her core when she sees his smiling face laughing and playing along with their hypothetical children. By the time they make it to the steps of her apartment, she is very thankful Henry is spending the night at Regina’s because she knows full well that she will not be keeping quiet tonight. The last 3 hours have been nothing but one ovary shot after another watching Killian baby talk to Neal and she just cant contain it anymore. The second the door opens she pushes him against it and kisses him. Trying to push all the emotion she’s feeling but is too scared to say through the kiss so he can feel her cravings for their future together.

Killian responds with a low growl at the back of his throat and immediately picks her up. She wraps her legs around his hips and he starts blindly walking towards the kitchen without breaking the kiss, knowing the counter is as far as he was going to make it at the rate she’s setting.

As soon as her ass hits the counter she is shoving his jacket off his shoulder and reaching for the buttons of his shirt. Giving up almost immediately and ripping through them.

He chuckled darkly, shooting even more desire straight to her core, “My, my Swan, you seem a little rushed.” He kissed down her jaw, to her ear and then down her neck to her collar bone before stopping and brushing some of her hair away from her face and looking her in the eyes. “Tell me, love, does this have anything to do with what was on your mind earlier that you refused to speak about?”

Emma was NOT having this conversation; no way, no how. So instead of answering, she started to work at his belt and jeans while kissing his neck, but his hand stopped hers and he brought them to his mouth; kissing one knuckle at a time. “Answer me, love… or should I just go back to my room at Grannys?”

The look he gave her was nothing less than a challenge… God he can be so infuriating. “Seriously? You really think you can stop now?” She paused for a moment so she could grind her hips up against him, his extremely hard member ready and awaiting her, and she smiled wickedly, “because it seems to me that we’ve passed the point of no return.”

He growled again and started back at torturing her neck and making his way down to her bra, pulling the cup down in a swift movement and latching his mouth over her nipple. She keened and arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips as his scruff scrapped her breast deliciously while his mouth works over her rosy. She returns her hands to their previous work and his pants are on the ground in no time.

“You are entirely too dressed, love,” his voice dripping with sex, sending another jolt of heat to her already aching core before he expertly unclasped her bra (he got really good at that freakishly fast for a pirate used to laced corsets) and started at the button on her jeans.

Once her jeans were kicked off, he started to kiss his way down her stomach, heading for the area she needs him most. But right now she doesn’t want his mouth on her, she needs to be filled to the hilt with him and she needs him now. So she tugs on his hair and brings his mouth to hers. Kissing him fiercely before latching her legs around his ass and tugging him to her. “I need you Killian, please,” she begs when they break the kiss for air.

“As you wish, my love,” he replies before grabbing his member and guiding it to her entrance. “Bloody hell, Swan, you’re dripping wet,” he growls out as he glides into her already quivering sheath.

She grabbed his shoulders for purchase, digging her nails into him as she gasps, burying her face into the crook of his neck and whimpering his name. She squeezed her legs tighter around him and rotated her hips against his for more of the friction she so desperately needed. Which elicited another growl from Killian before he started to move in and out of her.

They started slowly, but the pace quickly picked up as their need for one another built to a breaking point. Emma was nearly tumbling over the edge in an embarrassingly quick amount of time, and Killian could feel her walls quivering and quaking around him. He changed his angle slightly and found the spot in her that he knew would take her over.

She moaned and dug her heels into his ass, trying to keep him where she needed him as she felt the pressure building in her. She was whispering his name over and over like a prayer when she heard him command “Come for me, love.”

His gruff voice was all she needed to send her over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her as her vision went white. Killian’s thrusts started to become erratic as her orgasm continued at a mind-numbing rate. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her, in easily the most amazing climax of her life. He finally tumbled over the edge after her, she felt the warmth of his seed shooting into her as he groaned and collapsed into her arms.

They sat like that for a few minutes, basking in the glow of their orgasms and allowing their heart rates to drop.

Emma knew he was going to ask her again, and instead of waiting she decided to just go for it. She kissed his neck gently and whispered, “You are amazing with Neal. And it made me wonder…” She paused and gulped down hard. Not knowing how to say what she wanted to say, but also wanting desperately to know the answer. He leaned back and made eye contact with her, cupping her cheek in his hand and brushing his thumb gently over her chin. Waiting patiently for her to continue. “Well – I – I was wondering – if –” she sighed and rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. Dropping them in defeat and finally blurting out, “Do you want kids? You know, of your own? We’ve never talked about it, and I know it’s probably too soon and you probably think Im a crazy person, but seeing you with Neal tonight it’s all I could think about and – ”

But whatever she was going to say was cut off by a kiss. She was thankful because she was rambling and god knows what would’ve fallen out of her mouth next had he not stopped her.

When he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers she saw tears glistening in his eyes. He continued to stroke her cheek with his thumb when he finally spoke, “When I was the young Lieutenant Jones I always wanted a wife and children, but then darkness took me and it was something I never thought about. Too busy with enacting my revenge and all that. You know,” he paused for a moment and Emma recognized the guilt in his eyes at his wasted years, a look that always breaks her heart because she’s seen it before, countless times. “Then I met you, and all I could hope for was that you would see me as a good man and give me a chance. I never got far enough in my dream of winning your heart to even consider children.”

Emma kissed him sweetly and smiled, “Well, Captain Jones, you’ve won my heart. What are your dreams now?”

“Nothing would make me happier than to have a family one day, with you.” He kissed her nose softly, and watched as a single tear streamed down her cheek and a smile spread clear across her face. He gently wiped the tear with his thumb and smiled back.

“Good,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again. At least this time they made it to the bedroom.

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Zoolander 2 Trailer

The Zoolander 2 trailer came out today and apparently there’s some outrage over the apparent “transphobic” joke having to do with the All character played by Benedict Cumberbatch. FFS people - it’s a parody. Where’s the outrage from the male models? Where’s the outrage from older people? Lame people? (Tags for “old” and “lame” on BS and OW). Mel Brooks once said that there would be no way that Blazing Saddles, one of the funniest movies ever (and written by Richard Pryor) could be made today. Everyone is too thin skinned and prepared to be outraged. I’m a woman who grew up in the 60′s and 70′s. I understand full well what sexism is. I don’t freak out over Barbarella or any movies with dumb or helpless women. Lighten up people!!!! There’s worse going on in the world today