one shots

nightly pains; sherlock holmes

"I'd get on my knees for you."
"Darling, you already are."
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herlock Holmes had you on a leash, both metaphorically and literally. And you loved him for that. John had walked in on you enough that he had a habit of knocking, even though he still lived in the flat. You felt bad but you couldn't help it. You weren't the one in control.

To most people, you were Sherlock's funny and sweet girlfriend who helped with cases whenever she could. However, at 221B, things were different. Not better, not worse, just different.

You felt bad for John. Sherlock's favorite punishment for you was no talking and too many times had John come up the stairs to Sherlock putting duct tape ovet your mouth. You were kind of a brat.

Another day, another morning, and you woke up in Sherlock's bed. This was not unusual. What was unusual was that Sherlock was missing. You heard his voice in the other room so you wrapped the sheet around yourself and wandered out. (John had seen you naked enough that it didn't bother you anymore. It did, however, bother Sherlock.) But he was not alone in the main room of the flat and John was not the one sitting across from him.

Two older people, a man and a woman, were sitting on the beat up couch across from Sherlock. You stopped awkwardly, flushed red, and pulled the sheet closer. You became vividly aware of the red marks on both your ankles and wrists.

The woman was the first to notice you. "Oh hello dear! Sherlock didn't mention a female companion! What's your name, sweetheart?"

Sherlock's eyes widened as yours darted over to him. He strode over to you and curled his arms around your waist, fully prepared to carry you back to his bedroom. But then the man spoke up. "Now, Sherlock. We are your parents and we have the right to meet the woman you're living with! If you would set her down and let us get to know her, that would be lovely."

Sherlock rolled his eyes but carried you over to his chair and, after he sat down, set you on his lap. His arms staying curled around you, Sherlock sighed as you shifted nervously in his lap. "Y/n", he murmured in your ear, "these are my parents." Then looking back at the older couple. "What do you want to know."

The woman sighed then said, smiling, "What's your name, dear?"

"Her name is Y/n."

His mother sighed again. "Tell me about yourself, Y/n."

Sherlock closed his eyes briefly and groaned. "She is my girlfriend and she lives with me, that's it." He quickly stood, placing you behind him, and began to herd his parents out the door. His father said one last thing as they left, inaudible to you but Sherlock grimaced.

When the door was closed you gave a sigh of relief and collapsed on the floor. Sherlock chuckled and made his way over to you. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't know they would be here." He titled your chin up towards him and winked. "I don't think they noticed the marks on your wrist, if you were worried. But the ones on your ankles..."

You groaned. Then, in a softer voice, he asked. "Did you enjoy last night? I wasn't too rough, was I?"

You smiled up at him. "You were perfect. It was perfect. It always is." You tilted your head in contemplation. "How long do you think John will be gone?"

Sherlock chuckled again. "Long enough, why?"

You allowed the sheet to fall as you rose to your knees, pouting briefly. "Wanna make you feel better."

The man above you paused, considering. Then a hand went to the nape of your neck and pulled you closer. "Eye contact, darling. I want to see you choke."