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medicinal-doll · 9 months

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Hurt.

Daddy!Henry x little!reader

Summary: You only wanted to make a simple home cooked meal for your husband but after a recent accident his cautious nature decides to make itself known.

Warnings: Fluff, love bombing, babying, kisses,petnames,injury,hint at ddlg themes,slight Dom/sub dynamic

A/N I hope this helps a bit anon

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me*

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You try to ignore your husband's looming eyes on your body. ever since he got home from work...no.. ever since the accident he's been acting as if you're made of glass.

"Let me get that for you sweetie" A strong dominant hand encircles your waist keeping you firm as Henry reaches over your head. grabbing the pasta box from the high shelf.

And now you're frowning in the corner. not only watching him start to cook the meal you planned, but every now and then he gives you a sympathetic smile.

You stand there arms crossed with a pout trying to work up the courage to say something. to tell him that you're far from helpless, and that you can take care of yourself even though you're healing.

But you know that argument would just fall on deaf ears. Henry babied you before you hurt your back. but now, apparently you can't even manage to make dinner without his assistance and under his watchful eye.

You wait until his attention is turned to stirring the basil ridden spaghetti sauce before you sneak out of the luxurious kitchen and make your way to the wine cellar. You scan the dusty shelves looking for the perfect taste to take your mind off of your overbearing husband and the dull ache of your spine when you finally see it.

The 1942 bottle of sauvignon blanc. only it's netted to an old wooden crate. fueled by determination and denial of your altered state you instantly crouch down. gripping the handles of the crate and start applying force as your husband's warnings ring a faint lullaby in the back of your mind.

You pull your hardest with all your might before a sharp seething hot pain shoots through you. causing an involuntary drop of the heavy box with a thud and a loud cry of pain.

"Shit!"

You drop to the floor as you caress your back in anguish.

And not a moment later do you hear heavy rushed footsteps come flying down the cellar stairs. finding yourself scooped up within an instant cradled in a protective embrace. You look up to meet Henry's panicked eyes as his irises wander your form looking for any sign of further injury.

"Are you alright honey?.." he looks at you with a sincere gaze as he brushes away your hair to get a good read on your expression.

But as embarrassment starts to settle in. you just give one simple nod as you feel your tears well up. clinging to his chest for comfort, sniffling lightly in shame.

Henry sighs, his concerned expression slightly settling. relieved that you're okay but then his brows furrow as he takes on a more stern look. taking a hold of your chin as he makes you face him hesitantly.

"Look at me babygirl..." He says in that gentle tone he knows you're weak for. shyly you look up at him your face still guilt ridden as ever.

"you're hurt honey" he says gently not wanting to lecture you too harshly.

"So now... You need to be a good girl and let your daddy take care of you, Okay?"

He feels his heart flutter as he watches your little eyes cling on to his every word.

"Papa knows how big and strong you are...and I love that. but now you need to stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you"

"that's what I'm here for angel" he nuzzles your face and you can't help the giggle that slips.

You pout at your husband feeling self conscious of your silly behavior and needless display of false strength. You bury your head into his soothing chest as you feel him carefully lift your feeble form from the ground.

.........

Settling onto the soft bed he seats you on his lap. gently rocking you back and forth. making sure to avoid shifting your injury as he places sweet kisses on your forehead and against your temple.

You meld so easily into his warm and comforting presence. relishing in the delicious concoction of his natural pheromones and faint cologne.

"I love you so much sweetie"

His big hands roam your body lovingly. caressing you from your soft thighs to your hips.then finally nestling around your ribcage delicately pulling you closer to his chest.

"Stay here and relax for me honey" he leans down giving you a deep passionate kiss to the lips. you whimper lightly savouring the softness and the light tickle of his facial hair.

"I promise i'll wake you when dinner's finished" he says in a low accent cuddling you close to him.You nod absentmindedly, not having it in you to prove your strength anymore. only wanting to be good for him now.

Grabbing at his collar for one last tender kiss. He then hushes you under the sheets. whispering his love and adoration for you. before leaving you to rest that pretty little head of yours.

#x little!reader #henry cavill x reader #daddy!henry #henry cavill x female reader #daddy!henry cavill x little!reader #henry cavill x little!reader #henry cavill fluff

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medicinal-doll · 9 months

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hiii i love your writing. i was wondering if you can write henry cavill x reader where she fractures her back and she can still walk but has to wear a brace for 3 months and can't lift anymore than 5lbs so he's like really protective of her? it's my current situation and im in a lot of pain and i just want some henry comfort

Omg I'm so sorry I hope you feel better soon I'll get started on the fic for you!

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medicinal-doll · 10 months

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Flower.

Daddy!Joel miller x little!reader

Summary: Frank and bill decide to have some company over, but unfortunately you’ve seemed to have caught the attention of the mysterious stranger.

Warnings: breeding kink, drugging,kidnapping,rough sex,fear,Dub-con/Non-con,ddlg themes,daddy kink,pet names,graphic depictions of sex/body fluids,p in v sex,oral fem receiving,slight mind break

A/N Sorry I’ve been dead life has been crazy (smut is under the three dotted lines)

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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The sunlight was bright where you lived, and it was peaceful. Brilliant sunrise washes over your skin as you bask in the warmth of its embrace. pausing for a moment catching your breath and then taking the scenery in all over again.

"Flower!" Frank called snapping you out of your quaint paradise.

"Coming!" You gathered your crayons and toys hastily before making your way back home.

You bound towards the door shoving the items from your hand into franks arms, then running to the table for supper.

"Well someone's eager" bill comments placing a generous helping of soup into the slightly cracked china dish.

Dinner goes on swimmingly and you're overjoyed because bill made your favorite stewed frog legs. before the Apocalypse you might not have been as much of a fan but you seem to unlock certain hidden parts of your personality as the days go by.

You kick your legs as you eat the meal happily.

Bill and Frank eye each other nervously before Franks sets down his silverware giving you his full attention.

"So... Flower me and Bill were talking and we've decided that we're going to be having some company over and we would like it if you could join us"

"Sure" you say nonchalantly, mind still focused on the meal infront of you.

"She says yes" Frank parrots smiling.

Bill shrugs in discontentment at the whole endeavor swirling his glass with a serious expression.

...........

Stood in your dressing room you fawn over the pretty white gown Frank sewed up for you. admiring the fluffy plush of the material and adjusting the pretty white bow that hangs in your hair gracefully, you looked like an angel.

Pleased with your appearance you exit the room trotting out to the lawn where Frank and Bill are seated in the extravagant garden. fresh poppy and Lillie's adorning the natural scenery it all looks breathtaking as if a scene from a movie.

And the tantalizing breakfast placed around the clothed outdoor table only added to the wonder.

You notice something else seated at the table but your mind is dead set on the mouth watering plate of bacon placed neatly on a white dish.

You bound over unabashedly taking a seat next to frank.immediately your hand reaches for the crisp bacon but your wrist is smacked away by his.

You look away then pout playing with the bottom material of the table. you hear conversation go on not paying much attention to it. but eventually you look up, scanning the stranger sat across from you.

His hair is dark brown, flutters of Gray shown throughout his facial hair and locs.his chocolate eyes complimented by charming bags.

It's odd you've never had someone around the house before. half of the time you were convinced you, frank, and Bill were the only people left in the world.

You watch in silence as the stranger chews his meal thinking you're being subtle until his eyes shoot straight to yours. you panic clumsily grabbing a fork picking at your breakfast keeping your head low and inconspicuous.

Their conversation flows naturally but your ears perk up when you hear the topic of the men’s conversation pertaining to you.

"Who's the girl" the man says in a gruff tone with a tinge of a southern accent.

Frank dabs his face with a napkin as he speaks.

"Joel meet flower" he smiles before turning to you.

"Flower this is Joel you know the company we had discussed".

You nod your head at him shyly before looking back down at your plate wanting to eavesdrop in peace. you can see and feel the man's eyes on you from your periphery but you do your best to ignore them.

As the breakfast went on the topic of discussion drifted away from you and started to take a darker turn.

"So what we discussed on the radio..." Bill starts off his tone making you think somethings amiss.

"I've brought my end of the deal" Joel speaks in a calm voice.

"But the question still remains...Do you have something as valuable as two oxygen tanks"

Frank remains quiet not speaking as he picks at his meal mimicking your behavior.

"You know how important this is to us Joel!" bills brows furrow.

"Take whatever you want! Take the damn fucking truck if you need to, Frank needs!-" he pauses briefly out of breath frank reaching a hand to bills back in efforts to soothe him "We need those tanks"

Joel looks at bill blankly before taking a happy helping of scrambled eggs and scooping them into his mouth.

He chews slowly as he scans the property his eyes landing on everything. The guns, the equipment, the truck. seemingly dissatisfied with all possible solutions...until his eyes land on you.

The table is dead silent, no one dares to utter a word. but the gravity of the situation seems to plague everyone's thoughts collectively.

Joel's gaze is focused on you. As you keep your gaze on anything other than him. Being deathly fearful of looking into his eyes as if he were a Medusa of sorts. one look and then nothing ever again.

This game of you pretending Joel doesn't exist and him seething embers into your soul over what was a lovely breakfast carries on uncomfortably long. putting every pre apocalyptic public embarrassment you've had to shame.

Until someone finally gets fed up with the stand off.

"Flower go inside" you look to the owner of the voice and you see frank looking at you with a serious expression, one he doesn't wear often.

You don't argue, any chance to get yourself as far away from that creeps prying eyes is an opportunity you'll take happily.

You grab your plate shuffling off to your room where you plan to spy from your window in the attic.

............

You pop a few orange slices in your mouth looking at the men's discussion. after you had left it immediately got heated. and for once it wasn't bill, it was frank "well that can't be good" you think to yourself but they eventually settle down. the tone of their exchanges mellowing you glance at them curiously trying your best to read their lips. but you almost drop your plate when you see Joel staring directly at you, taking an extra drawn out sip of his orange juice. "yeah...I-i think that's enough window time for today" you say instantly ducking away from the window trying to shrug away the chill that runs up your spine.

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"Flower lunch is ready!" Frank calls from the kitchen you stretch your limbs yawning after your quick nap with your favorite book. you skip downstairs in a flowery dress taking your seat at the table. the fresh smell of homemade tomato sauce stimulating your senses.

"Well don't you look pretty" frank compliments seeming to be in a joyful mood. a good change from the one earlier, you hate seeing him so upset....but bill on the other hand.. looks furious. like an angry animal who could snap at any moment he feels your eyes on him and shoots you an angry glare.

"Bill be nice-" frank says playfully hitting bill on the arm to which he responds with an eyeroll taking an aggressive bite of his pasta.

"H-how did things go with that guy" you whisper to frank.

He doesn't answer for a bit but finally he speaks "everything worked out in the end" he smiles reassuringly "but what about the oxygen tanks don't you need those to-" frank shushes you by shoving a meatball in your mouth. you bite down on it chewing with a pout but still keeping your eyes on him.

when he sees you're not letting it go he sighs. "Flower, it's gonna be okay. me and Bill will figure something out, you trust us don't you?" You nod before going back to your meal still unsure about Frank's answer "you're worth so much more to us than some silly air tank flower" you hear him mutter it does put a slight smirk on your face but you feel bills eyes bore at you wiping it clean off your face.

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You go to bed that night feeling uneasy for some reason. your mind flashes back to that man from breakfast. the thought of him making your entire body shiver. acknowledging that as the source of your discomfort you slip into your night gown. going to bed trying your hardest to think of something, anything other than the way that man looked at you. like you were already his-......his property.

...............

"Two tanks as promised" a grumbled voice sounds from the void.

The audio is muffled and unclear fading out soon before it began.

"I-i know she's yours now joel but please, for me and frank go easy on her.

It's black, you can't see anything. your limbs unmovable or restrained?

"Shes mine now ain't she? So I think I'll do as I fucking please"

"But I don't plan on choppin'er up and feedin'er to the clickers if that's what your thinking"

A sinister chuckle echoes through the room.

Your eyes open seemingly done on their own will rather than yours. you see a grief stricken bill, he looks sad. fearful tears running down his face but what could he be so afraid of.

"Flower...I-" he hangs his head low "I-im sorry flower- F-forgive me I can't lose frank I just cant I-"

"Hey sunshine" the demon from breakfast clouds your view. you could swear your heart stopped if it wasn't beating so loud in your ears. the thumping of the frantic rhythm and his sinister expressions are the only thing you're conscious of.

"You're definitely pretty like a flower... but I think you look more like a doll"

"Yeah...that's what I'll call you my adorable little babydoll"

The evil laughter insues again, he's insane.

"Nighty night darlin" you feel something Peirce your forearm and the darkness comes back again stronger than before until all you can feel is fear.

..............

The aroma of baked beans rouses you from your slumber.

Your body feels like dead weight, and the last thing to start working again are your eyes. you slowly pry them open, the flames of a campfire are the first thing you see as you attempt to sit up. but that fails before it started. you sit there trying to regain your strength until a large body seating itself on a log startles you fully awake.

Your eyes shoot open in horror as your worst nightmare sits happily inches away from you.

You watch like a deer in headlights as Joel scoops beans from a can chewing on them gleefully as he watches your expression go through all five stages of grief.

You both sit there like that with him eating in silence. you have since thrown the cover over your head praying that this was all just some terrible dream. that you were still laying in your soft warm bed at Frank's and bills.

That you were worth more than two fucking lowsy tanks of oxygen.

...........

Being on the road with Joel was something short of a living nightmare to say the least. he treated you like some sort of exotic pet rather than a human with real thoughts and emotions. but a part of your fear was relieved, because the way he was looking at you when you first locked eyes gave you the impression he wouldn't be able to keep his demonic claws off of your innocent body. that he would ravage and bruise your tender flesh the first chance he got.

Maybe he was savouring his meal for later.

But instead of soiling your woman-hood so soon he does something that could be more damaging to your pride than that.He…makes you wear a diaper, and crawl around on all fours.but that’s not even the worst of it he’s collared you and made you call him daddy

You’ve tried refusing his sick whims but a few threats to impregnate you with his spawn are enough to buy your obedience

But there's one thing that he does that makes you feel just as fucked up in the head as he is

"Good girl dolly"

You've never been called that it sends an unfamiliar tingle up your spine and to your other nether regions but the worst part is you want to hear it again.

He gives you commands he tells you to "behave" and you don't protest. he's so much bigger than you, stronger than you. all you can do is submit to him.

……………

………..

……..

One night you feel something against your chest, a warm caress if you will .pulling tugging and toying with your ever so sensitive buds. you whine out as your eyes open, facing whatever's responsible for this unwarranted groping.

Your eyes meet Joels dark ones. and it’s the same gaze he had when he first laid eyes on you. the same terrifying glare when he drugged and kidnapped you.

But..seeing as everyone you've ever known is gone. and the fact that you were thrust into the arms of a stranger…no your body traded for medical supplies. seeing as that's all your worth, all your ever be worth. maybe you could at least be his, maybe that could be enough.

So..If Joel wanted you…so be it.

You pout up at him lazily, eyes glazed over in something you can't quite explain. but before you have time to think Joel's lips are on yours pulling you away from any lingering thoughts.

the kiss is mostly gentle but his tongue collides with yours repeatedly,joel makes sure you'll savour the taste of him. he kisses you deeply while you feel a rough hand rub against your panties.

you whimper at the sensation faintly, but as Joel's kisses get more intense and needy.his ministrations on your princess parts do the same. Subtle rubbing turning into Joel running his thumb into dizzying circles around your clit, making you pant and whine into the kiss.

hating how wet you feel yourself getting, you try to clench to stop the liquid from spilling out.but that only made it stain your panties faster.

Joel pulls away with a line of drool still connecting you two. you're eyes sharing the same look of lust and desperation.He then settles his puffy lips to latch onto your nipple licking and sucking on it like a calf.

"Joel!-" you whine out his tongue and his fingers putting you in a hazy state.slick drenches your panties while Joel chuckles around your tender mound of flesh as he uses the newfound wetness and the rough texture of the fabric to swipe over your clit rhythmically. his tongue joining to swipe over your sensitive nipples.

You can't take it anymore and feel yourself start to shake and come undone right in front of him.

"Not done yet dolly " he says in the deep gravel of his voice then pulling your panties to the side.

Joel licks at your clit mercilessly,licking, sucking and biting at the poor little button.you whimper and whine at how good it is moaning shamelessly.your legs trembling in pleasure as you call his name over and over.

“No…Joel! P-please daddy no!”

You push against him but he just laps at it further, licking and licking until you feel your mind break .

"A-AH!" Clear liquid sputters out from your hole and Joel wastes no time to suck up every drop. all you can do is involuntarily buck your hips up already feeling so broken and overstimulated. but Joel's not done with you yet.He finally unattaches his lips from your sensitive pussy, leaving you soaking wet as he places sinful kisses along your inner thigh.

It aches inside of you. it aches so bad you'd do anything you just need him in you, every dirty inch.Joel delicately removes your panties and you try to ignore how your pussy clenches when you see him reach for his belt.

he unbuckles it before pulling down his boxers just enough to set his cock free. the veins and his girth threatening to stretch out your little cunny. you mewl spreading your legs for Joel wanting him to take you right then and there,breed you up good.

Joel wraps a firm hand around his cock pumping it up and down.you watch him closely, hypnotically gazing on as he rubs his tip up and down your puffy cunny "Joel please.." you moan at him.

He looks you in the eyes as his cockhead slowly pierces your hole. you bite your lip, the stretch making your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hips sink closer to yours. further and further until they collide, his balls resting faintly against your entrance.

you can't stop whining as your pussy clenches around his dick shamelessly, it already trying to milk him for cum and he hasn't even moved yet.

You feel so embarrassed, so vulnerable under his watch. but he shushes you with a tender kiss, arching his hips up before he starts to thrust into you.

It's a shame how easily you come undone under him. He ruts against you at a fast but not overwhelming pace, but it’s still driving you crazy as you feel every single inch of him knock deep inside of you.

"J-joel please breed my pussy up!" "daddy please…" you cry at him losing your sense of self only embracing what he makes you.

"Please joel! I'll be a good girl-" you cry as Joel grants your wish fucking you harder. gripping your thighs in his rough hands and prying your legs apart giving him full access to your pussy.

Joel pounds his cock deep inside, leaving you a moaning whimpering wreck. you’re so gone you forgot to ask him to stop.all your mind knows is the pleasure button between your legs being hit repeatedly.

An ungodly amount of time passed as you let him use your sobbing cunt as he wished.until finally you began to feel his grip on you tighten and his breathe become erratic.you both make eye contact and you know exactly what the other is thinking.

“N-no!!Joel! Don't cum in me!” You immediately start throwing a tantrum at the thought of him getting you pregnant.

Joel gives you an unreadable expression as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. every hit connecting directly to your womb. if he cums inside there’s no way you won't be pregnant.

"Please Joel!! Anything but a baby!!!Anywhere else!”

"Joel!!"

He just keeps looking at you with a conflicted glare before speaking "You gonna be my baby?or do I have to make one inside of you..”

Panic shoots through you, leaving no room for coherent thought “Okay-!Anything!!I'll be your baby Joel!! I'll be yours just please don't-“

He just looks at you blankly, seeming dissatisfied with your plea as his grip on you tightens.

"You’re my daddy okay?J-joel I'm your little baby dolly…”

“D-daddy please!don’t get me pregnant-“

Joel still doesn't say anything, but then you feel hand grabbing your hair pulling you up.

You don't know what's happening until you feel warm spurts of white coat your face.

You look at Joel with a pout as he fists his veiny cock all over your face. you lick the last drop from his dick but it seems that wasn't enough for him. he uses his thumb to feed you every last drop of him from your face, as he caresses your head encouragingly calling you pet names.

You then feel warm rough hands wrap around you. pulling you flush against joel. he tugs your delicate waist taught to his, pulling one of your legs over him.

You have to admit, his touch was quite comforting.you sink into his embrace, and joel watches your chest rise and fall on top of him as he admires your sleepy expression.

"Go to sleep dolly… daddy’ll take care of you”

It’s not that you believe him…but you're done resisting him.

“Joel's dolly..."

And that’s all that runs through your little head as you drift off in his arms.

#joel miller x reader #x little!reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #daddy!joel miller #joel x reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut

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medicinal-doll · 11 months

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Thank youuu, I'm glad I could add some to your collection.

Prey.

Dark!Daddy!Sherlock x little!reader

Summary: Sherlock hasn't paid you any attention. he'd rather barricade himself in his office than tend to your needs, so you act out. But when Sherlock finds your mess, you find yourself reaping the consequences of your insolence.

Warnings: degrading, master/slave dynamic,cursing, manipulation,Non-con/Dub-con,daddy kink,spanking,fingering,mind break,hair pulling,rough sex,Dom/sub dynamic,hint of ddlg,teasing,petnames,p in v sex

A/N might be admitted to the mental hospital for this one ✨

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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Your master had been glued to his office for hours. lasting about 10 minutes before you started to miss him badly.You started with your usual routine of whining and whimpering. gently tugging on his pant leg.

Of course he repeatedly kicked you out. but today was different. because after he kicked you out for the third time, you heard a distinct clicking of a lock.

How dare he shut you out like that! you grabbed onto the door handle grunting in frustration and disbelief, but no budge.

.........

A few hours later it was midday. Your tantrum had more than the usual running time. probably because you were bored and Sherlock wasn't there to reprimand you for your mischief.

In the few short hours, you managed to trash the entire living room. The bulk of your toybox was strewn across the room with it's contents littered on every surface imaginable.

But there was just one last thing. Sherlock's prized japanese oakwood coffee table. you threw your huge teddy bear Sherlock had won for you at the fair last Valentine's day.

And watched in horror as it collided with the hard surface. knocking it over onto the hardwood floor with a thundering crash.

Then silence...everything went completely still.

Until you hear that distinct lock sound from Sherlock's door.

"Shit!!shit- shit-" you frantically lift the table, and thank god it's not cracked. you think that would've been your last day on earth. you sigh in relief before turning back to your mess. bumping head first into something clothed and solid."Ouch" you rub your head before peering up, and your eyes go wide.

"Well....Do you have anything to say for yourself little one?" Your master towers over you. His aggravated domineering presence fills every corner of the room to the brim, as he stares you down. anger ever so present in his gaze.

Corneas Seething in anger harshly lavish your form in sheer and utter guilt as you wiggle your butt in shame.

Torn teddy bears and scattered blocks covered the area. Your gaze fixed on the bottom of your sirs deep azure robe, too afraid to look into his eyes. you hated to disappoint him. you didn't mean to be bad, you just wanted him to play with you.

Sherlock wastes no time and leaves you with no room for another reflection before he drags you by your worthless little body to his chambers.

"No!no-Master No!!" You try to kick and claw away from him but sher's grip is firm on your nappy.it threatening to tear from the sheer force of his hold.

Entering the room with haste a harsh grip forces your head against the wooden tile of his room.

Body squirming in desperation to resist.

Sherlock's eyes are cold and uncaring, analyzing your feeble form until you feel a forceful tug at your waist. Followed by a rough hand attempting to pry the diaper off of your clothed center, while the other holds you still.

"No!"

You were unbelievably wet, but the humiliation of letting him do whatever he wanted with your body made you want to revolt. You can't just let him take you in such a barbarically ungraceful way that easy.

You kick your legs at him trying to throw his grip off of you.

Sherlock says nothing dead silence.

Of all the times you've been with him, you've learned there's 2 sides to his disciplinarian ways.

The first being good sherlock.

Usually he'll just toy with you playfully. while the goal is to punish you, who said it couldn't be fun. Edging you for hours on end as you beg for him to touch you, fuck you, anything. he'd drive you insane, all while he taunts your stupidity.

Laughing at the fact that you should know by now who you belong to.

But then.....there's other Sherlock..Bad Sherlock. Needless to say Sherlock is a man of business. When he comes home to you it's a little different because he has a soft spot for you. But at work he's diligent and stoic, very much no nonsense. and his cases require the utmost concentration and precision.

But most of the time he gets a kick out of your disobedience, and enjoys correcting you. And then there's other times where he genuinely needs you to behave.

His word is law.

Disobey that and well...let's just say your mind and body will be out of commission for at least a few days.

You can tell which mood he's in by the look in his eyes.

When you were in his office he seemed fine.

But I guess as time went on the puzzle he was presented with must've taken him to a more serious state of mind.

So in short, his silence doesn't surprise you. But that's not to say It doesn't scare you shitless when he gets like this.

Cause then there's no arguing with him anymore.

He'll do as he pleases with his property.

Without another thought your nappy is violently ripped from you. Still kicking and screaming Sherlock breathes a deep sigh.

"Disobedient..." He remarks in a low grumbled tone. Before flipping your dress over your head till your little ass was shown fully on display.

You gasp as sherlock roughly groped at the exposed flesh. And there you were... Wet as a river. Sherlocks not daft. He knows when your behavior is especially bad, it's usually a result of your urges not being sated.

But Sherlock has to admit that he almost fell for your trap.

You wanted him to get upset.

He's rougher with you when you've pissed him off. The firm grabs of the tender flesh on your breasts. The way he manhandles you. toys with your body as you're powerless to stop him. How he pounds you as you beg him to stop. screaming it hurts while under your breath you're begging god that he lets Sherlock fuck you till you die.

Sherlock spreads the petals of your not to be ruined heat. you whimper at the sound of the wetness as he gazes at your gaping hole silently collecting his thoughts.

"You don't deserve my cock..." He decides to himself.

That set you off.

"No! Daddy please M'sorry I juss missed you n-"

"Enough" he says hearing no more of the show your trying to put on. Which he now realizes was just one of your big acts of foreplay for rough sex.

He glares down at you, seeming so tall from your spot on the floor. you pout at his feet wiggling your butt in guilt.

But Sherlock refuses to give into the temptation. Today you need to be reminded how unwise it is to test your masters patience.

"Is this how I taught you to behave" he repremands.

Your frame falters, sinking lower to the floor at his blunt questioning. Your silence being a good enough answer.

"Go get my box" he commands.

"T-the gold one?" You look up at him in terror.

"The red one" he corrects.

Involuntary tears leak from your eyes as you cling to his leg like a feeble lamb.

"No! Daddy please don't! M'sorry-" you plead.

"Yes I know you're sorry prey, you're going to be very.. Sorry..."

"No! Anything else!! put me in the ca-"

"Oh so now she tells me what to do" he taunts, the tamber of his tone coated in disapproval.

"N-no I didn't mean it like-.... I wasn't-..." You mumble your explanation but ween off to silence at the judgement of his commanding glare.

Sherlock bends down to your ear. brushing away stray hairs and whispering softly. Voice laced in malice and cruelty, contradicting his calm demeanor.

"Go get my box before I shove my cane all the way up that tight little pucker of yours"

Wide eyed and fearful of your master's wrath you hastily crawl away to retrieve the box from the "training room".

..............

Hesitantly you return, the box clutched nervously between your hands as you try not to make direct eye contact with your owner.

"Well the little thing managed to follow instructions"

You pout at his harshness.

"Now go pick out a belt" he says fiddling with the miscellaneous "correction tools" in the box. not even looking in your direction.

You decide to not make this harder on yourself and sulk as you leave again.

"And don't pick a small one...or I'll come choose myself"

You wince at his threats pouty and fearful what he's gonna do to you.

You come back with a thick black leather belt. you shiver from seeing the spiked and studded one he had hanging in the room.

As you enter you see sherlock pulling out a golden butt plug adorned with a jade jewel. you gulp as it looks bigger than the others he's used on you.

He comes closer to you taking notice of the way you flinch as Sher bends down to your level. holding out the buttplug to you between his middle and index finger.

An unreadable expression adorns his features as you take it quietly hoping he won't put it to use.. wishful thinking.

"I want that in your ass before I return...and no lube" he says in an oddly casual manner.

You look at him doe eyed "T-theres no way-" you think to yourself.

"Do you understand me" his dominant cadence snapping you out of your daze.

You nod reluctantly.

"lie down on the couch when you're done"

He then leaves without another word as you eye the cruel challenge your sir has bestowed upon you.

When Sherlock reappears he's clad in his disciplinarian attire. A white dress shirt rolled up to his forearms showing off his delicious spiderweb veins. complimented by a tight black vest showing off every curvature of his sculpted form. black dress pants and shoes to match. And finally an exorbitant avant garde watch adorning his wrist, along with a fresh pair of medicinal black rubber gloves.

You curse under your breath. You've really fucked up this time. And you didn't even manage to get the stupid fucking plug up your ass it just won't go in.

You begin to panic, strenuous efforts to shove the toy in become more frantic as sherlock nears you like a shark in the water. He smirks internally as he sees you tear up with both legs in the air. trying to forcefully shove it in, all to please him.

"Stop" he instructs, and you instantly halt your actions. his words like a cheat code to your body.

"Give it to me."

He holds out his palm all casual and unassuming. he doesn't look mad, but you know it's all a farce to keep you guessing.

You whimper meekly as you continue to try and jam it into your unprepared hole.

"Need I repeat myself?" sher growls with impatience.

You look away feeling shy before begrudgingly handing over the jade plug.

Sherlock hunches himself over you no mercy in sight.

"hold open your ass"

"Sher-"

His eyes demonically snap to yours. not only where you about to object and defy his orders, but you also were going to address him by the wrong title.

"Oh bunny don't make me break you" his eyes say.

"Yes Sir" you mutter defeatedly.You then snap your lips shut and pry your butt open as much as you can.

"Wider" he says plainly, feigning indifference.

You try to hide your blush. Sherlock looking at you so exposed like this, he must be getting some sick kick out of it.

Sherlock leans his head down and licks a singular wet strip up your hole. you hate that your walls flutter from it.but that all comes crashing down as Sherlock rams the plug deep into your ass. you scream loud enough that even the neighbors could hear your desperate cry. not that they would dare say anything.They hear you scream most nights. whether it be pleasure or pain, it's all the same to Sherlock.

You fold in on yourself crying at the rough intrusion in your body. you don't dare fight back when sher seats himself on the love sofa. manhandling your form until you're splayed over his lap. you sniffle quietly as sher massages you gently.your body quivering in fear as you hear the clink of a belt. you grip on tightly to his trousers bracing yourself for what's to co-AH!

Sherlock deals a devilish leather blow to your ass and it's already too much."Daddy! No!" You try to reach for the belt but Sher just keeps hitting you harder everytime.

"Ah! No Stop it!!"

You cover your ass as sher holds his belt in the air.Winding up for the worst blow of them all.

"Remove your han-"

"Daddy it hurts!"

"I said move your Fucking hands!!"

You take them away as the leather comes crashing down on your tender ass. you yell as the sting reverberates throughout the tender flesh.

All the strength is zapped from your body, but Sher's just getting started with you.

You cry and sob, muffling your tears and digging your manicured nails into the fabric of your master's trousers.

But then something rubbery makes an abrupt intrusion into your slicken folds. your head shoots up and you gasp at the new contact digging though your walls in search for that deep sensitive area.

You look back at Sherlock stoic as ever as if he didn't just deliver the ass beating of your life just moments ago. You manage to contain most of your moans until he finds your spot.

Now you're really in trouble.

He grinds his knuckles deep into your core making you spasm as you whimper and writhe moaning like a virgin whore.

Sherlock reaches his other hand to pull your hair.You whine and wince as Sherlock periodically takes his fingers out to smack your sore butt then entering them back into you.

It's all too much.

"Please sir can I cum-" you plead trying to wiggle your spot away from the daunting strokes of his gloved hand. moaning profanities under your breath at the mind numbing sensation.

Sherlock says nothing, but you know it's a trap. cumming without permission is a big no no. The consequences being worse than the spanking you just got.

"Master please!! I can't hold it any longer-" you whine meekly trying to wiggle your butt away the pleasure overriding your senses but sher holds you firm.

"If you cum I won't fuck you" he comments, admiring the beauty of your soaked heat clenching and coating the rubber of his the gloved fingers.

It's a little concerning how fast you started to move at his threat.you didn't even squirm that hard when Sherlock dragged your sorry ass into the room.

Wiggling profusely, Sher meets your whims and let's go of you. leading you to tumble onto the hard wooden floor.

"Ouch" you say pitifully, but your mind is quickly drawn away from that as you feel sher's hand lace itself in your hair. pushing your head to lay flat against the ground. his other hand pulling your hips up to meet something wet and bulbous prodding at your entrance.

You grin sadistically.

Yes...this is what you've been yearning for all day. this is the reward for all your efforts. annoying Sherlock, trashing the living room, and getting that violent spanking. all for Sherlock to use you as his own personal cum doll.You're just as fucked up as he is, if not more.

But you grow concerned when sher doesn't move. So you curiously look up at him from your limited view on the ground.

"Holy shit" you shudder internally.

Now he looks pissed, brows furrowed and lips pressed together into a sharp line his eyes cold and malevolent.

Ah yes, this is your master.. the bad one.And the one that makes you the wettest of them all.

He bores into you expectantly, speaking not a word. Sherlock is a man of principle and justice, so needless to say he wants you to apologize for your egregious behavior.

You swallow your shallow breath before pulling your most innocent angel face at him. And even though sher will act like he's immune and it doesn't help your case. His cock twitches noticeably against your entrance as you bat your baby doll lashes at him.His grip tightening in your hair as he grows just as impatient as you are for release.

Not that he'd admit it but he also needed this badly, some leeway from the stress of his case.

"M'sorry for being a bad girl master" you pout at him cutely.

Nothing, not a blink from him. so you keep going.

Listing every single bad thing you've done for the day as his tip distractingly glosses over your clit.

"And I'm sorry for not getting the-mmph!"

Sherlock breathes out a heavy sigh as he slowly sinks his fat cock in your needy little pussy.

"Keep Apologizing..." He grunts as his cockhead buries itself to the hilt nudging against your little baby room.

"I-i'm sorry I couldn't get the plug In ah!-" You yelp as his cock is pulled out from your hole abruptly.

"Couldn't get it where pet" Sherlock groans as he starts to plunge his cock into you.rutting against every sensitive nerve imaginable.

"I-in my ass..." you whimper writhing your butt against his hips begging for him to ruin you.

"Where!" He growls lowly pounding against a spot that makes both of your eyes roll to the back of your skulls.

"In my ass!!Please Master fuck me!fuck-"

Sherlock fucks into you recklessly. robbing you of your inhibitions and vocabulary in an instant.

"Fuck-daddy fuck pleas-! Ruin me please..."

You whimper whine and moan at his cock, it pulling embarrassing sounds from your body. You and Sherlock rock back and forth inside of each other animalisticly, as if driven by a primal urge.

You feel his big veiny cock pulse inside of you hitting your spot with every rough thrust. his balls clenching and unclenching themselves from the pleasure.

"Master!Master!Master!!!Please-.. Shit-!" You call him over and over again. begging for him to stop or keep going, your mind being too scrambled to decipher between the two.

"You gonna stop being an ungrateful wench"

"Wrecking all the expensive shit I pay for"

Sherlock growls into your ear tugging at your hair while he fucks your pussy aggressively.

"Yes! yes-"" you mewl at him completely under his spell.

"Dumb fucking baby slut, fucking up my nice table- I should fuck you on that table.. breed you till the cum drips out" Sher groans darkly in your ear. his gutteral moans sinking you deeper into the pool of bliss.

"You want me to fuck you dumb hm? Ruin and break you" he taunts.

You nod sickly, slamming your hips to fuck back into him. meeting every one of his sinful thrusts in a circadian rhythm."Is that why you won't let your master get a good day's work in dolly,Need me that badly?" Sherlock starts smacking your ass again and you forget what being human feels like.

"Yes sir!!yes sir-Please I can't help it!" A bit of drool leaks from your mouth seeping onto the floor.

"Well would you look at that, all cock drunk and addicted to my cock"

"You addicted to my cock baby hm?" He coos in a dominant tamber.

"Yes sir! I need it!! I don't know how to act right if I don't have your dick breeding up my little bitch hole-" you bark out your pussy clamping down around him tightly.

"I know prey, your just a dumb little baby princess"

"That pretty little head of yours is just filled with air, You need your master to keep you in line honey don't you"

He places a sinister kiss to your head as he delivers thrust after thrust into your dripping walls. the intense rhythm of his hips unwavering.

"Don't worry honey I'll fix you right up

You know I always do..." He whispers psychotically.

"Y-yes master!" you moan, the program of his influence playing all over your mental state.

"Bad toy....such a naughty little toy...messing up daddy's apartment" he says in between the manipulative kisses.

"Say it princess, tell me your my toy"

You revel in the sound of his voice, it pulling you deeper into the fog of your mind.

"I've.. been a bad toy master!-"

"I-i'm M-masters...Toy" you stutter the command back to him as he pounds you good and deep.

"Good girl, now tell me how bad you want me to fix you" he says, voice dropping to that low gravely octave that could make you do anything.

Sherlock's thrusts become disheveled as his pace slows him finally reaching his orgasm after the countless times you've already cum.It still leaves you spasming around him.

"I-Im a D-dumb little bitch toy master, I-i need you to fix me..." you say all mind broken and too fucked up to care.

"Of course I will sweetness" Sherlock says smirking possessively. placing a tender kiss to your lips, this embrace being the first kindness he's shown you all day.

Even though your senses are shot, you can still register the thick streams of cum coating your walls. But all you can do is lie there, you couldn't walk if you tried.

"Come here honey" the devil of a man picks you up in his arms in an all too gentle manner considering the careless roughness he's subjected your fragile body to.

You lay blank in his arms with slow shallow breaths as Sherlock carries off your form to the training room for a little "tinkering.

Then it'll be off to bed in your cage, some supper if your sir is feeling merciful.

Not like you have a say anyway, you're his after all. Sherlock's obedient little pet.So I hope you learned your lesson little bunny.But if you didn't that's fine too.Sherlock would love nothing more than to wipe the slate of you clean.Taking you apart and putting you back together again until you learn to be his perfect little angel.

His Prey.

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