John Watson (
ihadabadday) wrote2019-06-07 03:16 pm
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The Black Book - AU - Locked to
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He was lucky with his expertise he was able to find a job relatively quickly in a field he was familiar with. John looked down at his mobile as the alert came through. Christ. It was going to take him at least twenty minutes, if he was lucky, to get to the scene. But, he packed his things into the case and headed out.
He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.
He made sure he had everything before he left.
He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.
"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.
John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.
He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.
He made sure he had everything before he left.
He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.
"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.
John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.
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"Is that what you want, you slut, harlot. You need my finger inside of you?"
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"Yes! Please. Your fingers, your cock. Anything you want. You can put anything you want inside me." He gasped, "I'll be good and fuck whatever you want me to. Beasts, other demons, humans. I'll get on my knees for them..."
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Sherlock moved his finger in and out, then added a second finger and curved it to find his prostate. John really didn't need to stretch John out, but it felt so good to finger him and listen to him keen.
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"Please... Fuck me like the whore I am. You know I'll do anything for a cock. Anything..."
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"And after I fist you and if you are a good boy and don't come, then maybe I can fuck you when you are stretched so wide open that I just slide in and out with no resistance. "
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He wanted to fall into whatever Sherlock was doing to him. Give in and let the vampire pull all that pleasure from him. Over and over.
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"Are you ready, little one?" Sherlock asked."You are being such a good boy. Look at you, taking my fingers like a champ, sucking them up eagerly inside of you."
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"Yes Daddy..." he gasped, "yes..."
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There was a good bit of resistance with something that large, so Sherlock slowly rocked back and forth, pressing in a bit more each time, until finally he was able to push his whole fist inside of John. He didn't want to push in far, so he started to slowly fuck John with his fist, moving in just enough to brush against his prostate.
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His eyes widened and he bit his lip to keep from screaming when that hand began to push in. While he had bigger things inside him... There had been none of that recently. Not since he mated with Sherlock. Ohgodyes.
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"Do you want me to continue, my love? Use your big words."
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The pressure was intense, but it only made him want more. More of his mate, more of the stretch. Maybe the dragon dildo. Forced to ride it while he sucked off Daddy.
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He started to move his fist in and out of John's arse, moving it deeper and faster now. each pushed brushed against his prostate and stretched him a bit more. "Good boy.. Such a good boy. You are taking it so well, nice and tight around my hand. You aren't going to come yet, are you? I know you won't because you are my good little slutty boy who wants his hole stretched, don't you?"
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"No Daddy. I won't come. Not until you tell me. I want to be a good boy for you. I want you to get everything that you want from me."
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Sherlock worked him open a bit more, using his wrist, and then the very first part of his arm inside of John, stretching him wider and wider.
"Look at my wonderful, wonderful boy. You are all stretched out around me, big and gaping and open, aren't you? I think it's time you got your reward. Do you want Daddy's cock in you now? I know I won't open you up like my fist will, but I can give you your sticky reward. Is that what my good, sweet, wonderful boy wants now?"
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"Daddy please. May I please have your cock and my reward? Please?"
He pressed his forehead against the tile, trying to calm himself. It was so intense and he just... He wanted. He needed.
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Sherlock knew that he had to be careful, so he pulled his fist out very, very slowly, adding a bit more shampoo as it went to it would slide out with the least amount of resistance. When it finally released with an actual, audible pop, a steady stream of shampoo and water came with his.
He had to wait for a moment.. just to marvel at John. God, he had never in the almost year and a half that they'd been together, never seen him this open and stretched and fuck it was the hottest thing that he'd ever seen in his life.
"Mmmmmm." He couldn't resist leaning down and licking at John. He was so open that his tongue went right in, but it was a bitter taste of shampoo on his tongue, so he sadly abandoned that idea.
Instead, he took his cock in one hand and held John's hips with the other. No need to hold him open, he was so wide already. He did use a litlte more shampoo, just in case.
"Are you ready, my wonderful, lovely, open boy?" He asked, as he started to push in with a grunt. Between the shampoo and the gaping from his fist, Sherlock slid in with no resistance at all, right up to the hilt.
"Ahhh.. you feel so loose around me, not like your usual tight and hot hole. I wonder why. " He giggled while he started to thrust.
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"Daddy please. Please fuck me. Put anything you want in my hole..."
He groaned when he felt that cock slide in. Ohyes. He shuddered and pushed back. He tried to clench around the cock inside him, but no luck.
He shifted, whimpering, holding the base of his own hard cock. "I could take the dragon cock with ease.."
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"Yes, you could." Sherlock said, with a rather brutally hard thrust, then he went back to his slower, more rhythmic pace. "But I was rather hoping that I would be able to fuck you and put my seed in your hole. Who knows. maybe you can be a good boy for Daddy and my seed will catch." He knew it was a very very long shot, especially just 3 months after having a child, but there was always a chance.
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The blonde pressed his forehead against the cool tile, whimpering. He wanted his Daddy's seed. He wanted to be bred for the vampire. Grow big with Daddy's child.
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"Mmm.. gonna give you all of Daddy's seed." He growled while thrusting harder and harder. He wouldn't last long, he could already feel his body tensing, feel the pressure growing.
"Nnng... take it all.. take me!" He was almost animalistic, even he had no idea where it was from, but with one loud growl, a hard thrust using all of his body weight, he pushed hard into John and cried out as he came deep inside his lover, ropes of his salty essence spilling deep inside of him.
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This was... It was perfect and amazing. He moaned weakly, eyes closing. He was so needy. He would do whatever Daddy wanted. Needed.
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Well, so much for getting him pregnant this time. Sherlock thought with a little smile. There would be others. He wasn't terribly upset about it. And besides, it was pretty sexy seeing John leak his seed out of his arse.
"Such a good boy." He crooned, turning John around in the spray to kiss him deeply. "Now. do you want your second reward?" He asked. "I know you must want to come really badly, don't you?
He reached down and gave John's cock a little stroke.
"You know what you need to do, my sweet Demon boy. " God, just looking at that giant Demon cock could almost make him hard again.
Almost. He was still pretty spent after that fisting and fucking session.
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"I'll give you whatever you want Daddy." He said.
The demon would do whatever his Daddy wanted. He wanted to prove to him what a good boy he could be.
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"Be a good boy and take what you know you want." He reached back and used his hands to open his cheeks, giving John a good look at the puckered entrance, with a rivulet of water running down, past it, and down his thigh.
"Give me all of you."
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