Dahlia's Wicked Chronicles

Pairing: Reader x Geralt

Summary: you met Geralt at a bar and he invited you to travel with him, you get to his tent, what do you do?

Warnings: smut, spanking, choking, kinky shit

Word count: 1409

I sat down at the bar, ordering a pint. The bartender nodded and went to pour me one, walking up to where I was sitting and handed me the drink "You dont even have to order anymore, you've come here enough for me to know that you just want a pint before leaving" the bartender said, waving his hand. I smiled and nodded "Sounds good to me, John"

He smiled back and went to take another man's order, he had long white hair though it didn't look well tended to.

He chugged the pint the bartender gave in seconds making my eyes widen "What?" He asked without sparing me a glance. I didn't answer, too surprised he knew I was there to even think of an answer. He turned his head to face me "Wha-" he cut himself off, eyes dancing up and down my body.

"Witch?" He asked, surprising me again "Yes, how did you know?" I asked. "Now you answer" he muttered "You are wearing a pendant, it represents a rogue line of witches that I didn't think I would see again," he said, gesturing to my necklace.

He huffed and made a gesture to the bartender, he wanted another pint. My mouth agape, I gasped "So you knew my ancestors? Or did you just recognize the necklace?" I asked, moving to a seat closer to him.

He glanced at me, his expression showed he was fighting to say something "Yes... I knew a kind lady named Alexandria of Darevia" he sighed, staring into his now empty cup. I mourned with him, she had been dead for many years but my mother was very nice, she was missed very much.

"Well, I'm her daughter, Y/N, what's your name?" I asked, revealing who I was "Uh, Geralt..." His gruff voice showed some hesitancy to answer my question.

I beamed at his answer "I've never met a Geralt before! It's a cool name" I said, only then starting to take down my pint. He smiled the smallest bit but hid it quickly behind his brooding expression.

He stood up, turning to me "Would you like to come with me?" He asked, something told me he never actually asked someone to come with him before. I smiled widely and nodded, leaving my cup behind and nodding my leave to the bartender who nodded back.

We walked down the dingy streets of our village, it had rained yesterday and the air was still sticky with heat and humidity.

Geralt led us to a camp, it had a large tent accompanied by a blazing fire that lit up the dark forest around us. Inside the tent, there were a few torches to light up the place. There was a large bed against the back wall of the tent and it was practically calling my name with thick sheets that looked very warm.

I walked up to the bed, running my hands over the sheets in curiosity. They were very soft, a gasp left my lips as I slipped off my muddy shoes and jumped on the bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling of the tent.

"Your tent is very luxurious, how could you afford such soft bedding?" I asked, sitting up to face Geralt, who was currently bent over trying to pull off his heavy boots. I laughed as his boots slipped off unexpectedly and Geralt stumbled to the floor "These damn boots are getting too tight" Geralt cursed.

Geralt's head snapped towards me as my giggles managed to escape, he walked over, menacing. I squeaked and tried to run but Geralt caught me "Where do you think you're going, Pet" he growled in my ear making me stop my struggles, a small moan escaping my lips as he did so, his voice was gruff and sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. It was like a switch had flipped inside him.

He walked over to the bed, me over his shoulder, and sat down on the edge. He took my neck with one hand, not holding it tight but just enough to make me gasp with the unexpected action "Ah..." I moaned, feeling him tighten his hold just a bit for a second to test how I would react.

He smirked at the results and looked at me expectantly, looking for some sort of consent to keep going, I appreciated it. I nodded "Yes... I need you" I said, needy and trying to create friction between us, jerking my hips.

He bent me over his knee, lifting the end of my dress above my ass. I heard him tsk as he caressed my bare ass, I hadn't worn any undergarments today, not expecting to do anything.

His fingers grazed my dripping cunt but didn't give it any more attention, instead he slapped my ass. My body jerked forward and I let out a gasp, the buzz of pain on my backside was pleasurable, despite what I thought if it before, I really liked it.

"Again! Again, please" I begged, breathless. He complied and slapped me again, harder this time, and I only moaned in response. My arousal dripped onto his pants, eventually, he noticed after about three more slaps to my ass.

"This wet for me?" He asked, gathering my arousal on his fingers and licking it off. I opened my mouth in shock at what he did, I don't think I've ever seen someone actually enjoy being this intimate with me before, there was some sort of special look in his eyes.

He hummed "You taste good, Pet," he said, a smirk forming on his lips as all I could do in response was turn and stare in complete shock. He changed my position for me, lifting my body onto the bed and climbing on top of me.

He growled as he pulled my dress off, more like ripping it, and he did the same to his clothes. It seemed all he was, was muscle, his arms were large with muscle, his chest the same. As I gaped at his appearance, he was already lining himself up with my entrance.

I gasped as he pushed into me without warning, my body reacting before I could think and instantly trying to move away from the source of the pain in my abdomen. Geralt held onto me though, ceasing my movements.

Once I calmed down I let out a puff of air and looked up at Geralt's serious face "G-go..." I moaned, my hips trying to move forward, only ending up jolting forward without any rhythm. Geralt complied regardless and started to slowly push in and out of me.

I moaned quietly as Geralt did so, it motivated him to move faster. "You like that?" Gerald started, his hand around my neck again "You like me going in and out of you?" He said, orange eyes flaring as he growled. I only moaned louder in response to his actions.

The Witcher leaned down, his hand off my neck and instead it was cradling the back of my neck. He kissed me gently while continuing the quick thrusts of his hips into mine.

He pulled back and flipped us around, I was on top of him now. He still gripped my hips tightly and helped me move up and down, the sound of skin slapping against skin louder in this position.

I moaned, this position was a lot more pleasurable to me. With the new position, I could feel all his muscle, my hands gliding across his chest. I moaned and pushed myself to move as fast as I could, walls clenching around him. I threw my head back, feeling complete euphoria as I came on his cock.

I stopped moving all together, my body giving up. Geralt grabbed my hips again though, forcing me to continue for a few seconds before I felt him twitch inside of me and soon he had also came.

I fell beside him and almost passed out right away but I heard him mutter a small "You're mine now" and his protective arms wrapped around me, no letting me move. I smiled and fell asleep almost instantly, a wave of exhaustion washing over me.

******

Geralt x reader

Pheeewwww! Enjoy some uh..fun times with our witchy boy~ 

Summary:  Act like a brat in front of Geralt and he’ll handle you like one. 

“Y/n. I do not ask twice. Get on the horse.” Geralt was seething with rage right now. You have been giving him attitude nonstop while heading for this city. The truth of it all was seeing every whore and bar maid stare and oogle at Geralt made you grumpy. Sure the man is unusual looking and..quite handsome. But you didn’t need to see how eager everyone would be to please him. You cross your arms and frown at the Witcher. “No Geralt. I’ll stay here.” You both payed for a room at a Tavern a ways from the city. You were standing near the entrance of the Tavern, by the horse stable with Roach. At your response Geralt has an incredible look of disbelief before rolling his eyes and tying Roach down to the stable again. In a very low and strained voice you hear the Witcher “Fine.” You didn’t have any time to react when Geralt grabs you by the arm and drags you to the Tavern’s room. Nobody dared get in his way while he dragged you to the room you both payed for. In the hallway you tried to free yourself from his grip, which was a very pathetic attempt. He growled, baring his teeth in your face and held onto you tighter. You couldn’t control the whimper that escaped you, and for the moment you halted your resistance before he carried on. 

Once inside the room, he releases you and you use this moment to back away and set some space between you and the Witcher.  “Geralt! What the hell are you doing!” You feel relief when you see he isn’t coming for you..Yet. He chuckles at your question and starts to undress his armor and weapons. Leaving him to only be in his linen shirt and trousers. “What am I doing Y/N?..” He slowly makes his way over to you, and you back up to keep the space between you. “-I’m teaching a lady that acts like a child..” Finally in front of you now. “-that she will receive a punishment like a child.” All senses in your body with that sentence made you wanna run for the hills. But Geralt was quick to stop you from making any sudden moves as he picked you up from the waist and carried you over to the bed. “No! No!! Geralt!! You can’t be serious!!” You start thrashing in his tight grip and pushing against him to get away. But with the way he sets you across his lap on your stomach, ass over his thigh, you knew you were screwed. He always joked about this but you never thought he would actually go through with it.

“Hopefully you’ll learn something from this Y/N..” Geralt says calmly as he lifts your skirts and undergarments out of the way. He reaches your stockings and pulls those down to reveal your bare ass. Geralt does have an appreciation for your butt, and now was the time to show it. Through pleas and tiny sobs of embarrassment, Geralt lets you finish before he made the first strike. You gasp and grip his leg and the bed sheets. Yup, he’s going for it. “Ge-Geral-” SMACK You whimper and settle down. He’s been holding your back down so you wouldn’t resist against the full force. Gotta make sure you feel every sting.

Geralt of Rivia x Fem!reader. Spanking, heavy d/s, punishments, bratting, brat taming, hard dom, sir kink, kinda nonsexual discipline? like arousal and sex isnt rlly mentioned

word count: 1.6k

You eyed the sword leaning against the stone wall with restrained interest. You’d been lying in bed- the bed shared by Geralt and you in Kaer Morhen- for ages now, waiting for the witcher to return from a hunt. He’d promised it would be a quick one, but three hours and one hefty novel later he has yet to return, and boredom is starting to set in.

Geralt of Rivia x Fem!reader. Spanking, heavy d/s, punishments, bratting, brat taming, hard dom, sir kink, kinda nonsexual discipline? like arousal and sex isnt rlly mentioned

word count: 1.6k

You eyed the sword leaning against the stone wall with restrained interest. You’d been lying in bed- the bed shared by Geralt and you in Kaer Morhen- for ages now, waiting for the witcher to return from a hunt. He’d promised it would be a quick one, but three hours and one hefty novel later he has yet to return, and boredom is starting to set in.

Pairing: sandor x f!princess!reader

Kinktober Day twenty-three: brat taming with Sandor Clegane – after growing sick of a princess’s bratty attitude Sandor decides to teach her how to behave

Word count: 2147

Warnings: brat taming, secret relationship, teasing, reader being a brat, jamie slut shaming, fingering, p in v sex, rough sex, spanking, degrading, swearing, smut 18+

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Your footsteps were somehow both silent and quicker than his horses, something Sandor loathed as he chased about after you. being your personal guard was apparently an honour however the past two years of this honour made him consider if locking princesses in a tower was still socially acceptable.

Author: C. Ford

Characters: Sherlock x Reader, mention of John x Mary

A/N: Based on the request of @miss-sonder. The reader is small and cute. She’s not very smart but she really wants to help. This request has all the potential of a fluffy one-shot but I’ve…. changed a lot 😭. I’ve succumbed to the smutty side of Baker Street. I’m so so sorry if this isn’t what you were hoping for (if the inspiration hits me, I promise I’ll write you a fluffy one!). Feedbacks please!

Beta’d by my fellow writer Sarah! Thanks! Check her out @prettyxlittlexwriter!

Summary: Sherlock didn’t approve of the method you used to help him with a case. He shows you how much he disapproves mainly through body language. 😉

Themes: Bad language. Smut. Rough oral sex. BDSM relationship. Dom!Sherlock. Sub!Reader. Daddy!kink. Slight humiliation. Gagging. Manhandling. Lots of hair pulling. This may ORRRRR may not have plot.

Word Count: 1,700+

Summary: Henry is a morning person, you, on the other hand, are the complete opposite and you’re being a major spoiled brat about this, so now he has to punish you. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (You)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Smut. Bratty behaviour x daddy kink, oral, cockwarming, manhandling, Dom!Henry  

A/N: By request from @obsessedwithcavill who inspired me to write my first cockwarming drabble. Here is the longer version >:) Thanks my amazing @agniavateira for editing! 

Title: Morning Person

Summary: Trying anal with Henry for the first time. 

Pairing: Henry x ofc (first person POV)

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Smut,  depiction of anal, fingering, unprotected sex and bodily fluids, READ WITH CAUTION!

*No permission is given of reposting, copying my work or ideas and parts from it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: This is by anon request, I never wrote anal before, it’s my first time (haha) and it came out sort of romantic somehow? Thanks @agniavateira for suffering through my smut and doing her magical beta and @wondersofdreaming for always encouraging me xD

Feedback, comment, reblog. 💖

Title: Forbidden Fruit

//Oof yesss

I feel like Oscar is the one you call Daddy or Sir when you play rough. As for Pedro, you call him Papa each time because he’s more lenient with you.

They both are so in tune with you, that they know when you're little before you even realize you’ve switched. When you’ve done something wrong though, you go to Papa before you ever go near Daddy. Oscar would most indefinitely punish you harder if you went to him first.

Pedro looks at you as you twittle with your fingers, not making eye contact. He breaths a heavy sigh before he stands from the couch. You just told him that you were playing recklessly in your little room and broke the lamp, surprised they didn’t hear the shatter of the bulb from downstairs.

“Lead the way.” Pedro nods to the stairs, raising a flat palm to direct you to move in front of him.

Your lip wobbles as you softly walk past the doorway of the kitchen where Oscar stands, making dinner by the stove. You take quick steps up the stairs and into your room and stand in the doorway. Pedro sees the broken glass over the stairs and pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing roughly while he closes his eyes.

“You need to tell Oscar when you get the broom.” He looks sternly at you, watching as you open your mouth open to protest.

“He’ll be mean!” You yell out in a whisper, your stomach dropping to your ass as you imagine what he’d say if he saw the mess you’ve created.

“Oh hush!” Papa says as he pushes you to the stairs. He knows Oscar could be mean at times but he has every right to be when you’ve been reckless. Pedro also won’t punish you without Oscar knowing, they agreed on that a long time ago.

-

Oscar sighs, turning the stove off and setting down the spoon. You could see his jaw clench, he had already told you about being careful when you were alone.

“But, papa says it’s okay! He says he’ll clean it up.” You lied. This was just going to make it worse.

“Did he say that?” Oscar pressed, stepping closer to you. You just shook your head, not even bothering with eye contact which Oscar was huge on.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.” He said. “Baby, you know how I feel about that.” He told you, clutching your arm in his hand and leading you to your room. You tried to walk slowly but Oscar forced you to keep up.

“I’m really sorry, daddy!” You said before he could even see what you did.

The lamp in pieces, Oscar sighed deeply.

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing-“

“Obviously something if the lamp is sitting here in pieces, little girl. I don’t have time for tall tales!” Oscar was upset, Pedro was now the one sighing. He hated seeing you in any kind of trouble with Oscar.

“Sweep up. Now.” He said, not giving you any chance to defend yourself.”

“Yes sir.”

“And on the bed once your done.”

“But papa! Papa, tell him that it was an accident. It was.” You yelled.

“Enough!” Oscar yelled, knocking you right back down.

Pedro covered most of the space, his arms crossed over his chest while he was at least a few feet inside your room. Oscar stood behind him, his head leaned on the doorframe.

“Okay Papa,” You said obediently as you swept.

Oscar scoffed and rolled his eyes, the noise made Pedro turn his head with a cocked brow.

“Stop being so nice! She’s in trouble...” Oscar said in a low growl, his frown deep while Pedro shrugged his shoulders with a sly smile.

“She’s being good! Yes, she broke the lamp, but she’s a good girl for coming to at least one of us and speaking up.”

“That’s a good girl.” Oscar said. “Now on the bed.”

Just as you thought, that spanking brought you right down. Your were rubbing angrily on your raw bottom, not making it any better.

“Stop, baby. You’re going to make it worse.” Oscar said, you could hear him slipping his belt back on. Pedro came over with some cream, specifically used for times like this. It was so soothing, you sighed at the difference in his hand and Oscar’s belt.

Yes ma’am pls 😚 I also got carried away, sorry!

—

You knew Henry didn’t like to be bothered when he was working in his office. But to be fair, you had forgotten, you were just so excited to tell him your favorite flowers started to bloom in the garden.

You had come in yelling his name, Kal and your new puppy, Bumble, following right behind you. Before you could even open the doors fully, the dogs rushed in with you. Henry uttered out a string of curses at the sudden entrance, interrupting his work.

After he got the dogs settled he stood in front of his desk. Henry groaned out a sigh, falling into his desk and half sitting on the edge. He looked at you, his eyes slanted as his mouth was pressed in a thin line.

“Is there a reason for this? You clearly have forgotten my one, one, strict rule.” Henry spoke in a stern tone as he emphasized on ‘one’ with his pointer finger raised in the air.

You swallowed hard, your stomach dropping to your rear and heart in your throat. You opened your mouth to speak, wanting to apologize for your intrusion.

“Don’t, it was a rhetorical question.” He sighed deeply, stopping your unspoken words. He pinched his fingers on the bridge of his nose feeling over stressed and overworked, he really didn’t need this at the moment.

You watched him move to his waist, making you let out a gasp. The belt was not your favorite, it stung and you rarely got it. Your lip trembled, tears urging to spill when he rested a hand on his hip. Henry slightly turned to his desk, searching for something, which gave you a prime opportunity to run as his attention wasn’t on you.

The temptation was in arms reach, you fought with it but the anticipation of your punishment was making your skin prickle in bumps.

You didn’t know what else to do, the fight or flight instincts kicked into high gear and you decided to run, taking the temptation. You didn’t know specifically where to go but you knew all the hiding spots in the estate, inside and out, thanks to your hide and seek games with Judy.

The thought to hide quickly vanished as you thought of Judy; she had to be somewhere. You hoped she would save you from your punishment.

When you exited the room and sped down the hallway, you heard Henry’s yell for you. It made you more tense at the thought of him catching up to you. You picked up your pace and neared the granite stairs, trotting down quickly as you heard your Daddy’s footfalls a few steps behind you. You jumped the last couple steps with a squeal, gripping onto the railing to swing yourself down.

Henry stopped at the top of the stairs, flabbergasted at your bold move to dart away from him and jump down the stairs.

That was a new one.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled to you, hoping to get your attention and stop running. He kept a hand on the railing and took strong, aggravated steps when he saw you run to the hallway leading to the parlor, definitely not stopping.

“What’s up, little munchkin?” She asked, concerned that you came in running so fast

“Daddy.” You said pointing towards him as he finally caught up to you.

“Aw, sweetie, are you in trouble?”

“Yes she is.” Henry grumbled. “She’s in even more trouble now, aren’t you little girl?”

You shook your head, dropping to your knees and hiding behind Judy’s leg.

“Judy, it was an accident! Tell him!” You looked up at her, tugging on her dress.

“I can’t if I don’t know what you did. Though, I’m sure you didn’t mean any harm, hm little one?”

“No.” You shook your head softly. “I didn’t. I promise daddy.” You were surprised to see Judy on your side. You could see in her eyes she was saving you from a punishment.

“No,” He said roughly, his foot falling in rapid taps on the wooden floor.

Judy and you both stop your movements; Judy shocked and you worried and scared. Henry stood in the wide doorway with his arms crossed, making him look bigger than he actually was.

“Judy, please leave the room.” Henry softly told her, stepping to the side for her to pass.

You quickly looked at Judy, silently begging her to stay. She gave you a soft sympathetic smile and let go of your hand. You watched her leave the room, nodding at Henry, he hadn’t even looked at her as she left, his eyes on you the whole time.

“Daddy I’m sorry! I forgot about the rule— I was just really excited to tell you about the flowers!” You rushed out, hoping to persuade him to let you go. You even pointed your finger at the window for a better belief, even though you were on the other side of the garden.

“Why did you run? That just made you get in more trouble, missy. You’ve never done that, so—” He paused as he gestured his hands out in a shrug, “So why now is what I’m asking.”

You looked at his belt quickly, jutting your eyes back up at him as you fiddled with your dress, picking at the lace.

“We-well I-I saw you reach for your belt, and-and I got scared…” You stumbled out with a sniffle, rubbing your nose with the sleeve of your dress when you wrapped it around your hand like a glove.

“My belt? Babydoll no, I wasn’t going to use my belt.” He scoffed in amusement, smiling a tad as he shook his head.

Henry’s anger sizzled into nothing, he didn’t mean to spook you and make you run from him out of fear. That was something he never wanted you to feel again. He brought a hand up and motioned you to come to him.

Your mood instantly changed when he smiled at you and you ran into his chest, forcing a grunt when your head bumped into his chest. Henry chuckled while he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You stayed like that for a moment, Henry rocking you both side to side when his arms squeezed you.

“I think the only punishment you’re getting is no desert, that sound fair to you?”

You popped your head out of his chest, resting your chin on him and softly nodded your head.

“That’s okay with me,” Your voice came in a whisper, “Mrs. Wilson’s pie isn’t very good anyway.”

Henry let out a loud chuckle, his chest rumbling on your neck as he laughed. You beam up at him and watch his face crinkle, his eyes disappearing with his wide smile. He nodded his head in agreement and kissed your forehead softly, whispering a small ‘Love you.’

You speaking my kind of language baby girl oof !!

And lets add crybaby reader bc dat me ;)))

It had just rained and Henry had told you to not go outside, but you didn’t heed his warning and went out in the wet muddy backyard anyway, with Kal.

So now there you stand, on the patio with a muddy Kal, him sitting beside you as Henry stood in the doorway of the back door, fat tears running down your face after he caught you.

“I don’t even know what to do with you! Your both all muddy and I just cleaned the floors baby!” Henry spoke to you, his blue eyes dark with anger. His arm above his head bracing his lean into the doorway, he lets out a hard sigh as his other hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Daddy I-“ you begin to cry, but was stopped by Henry’s had halting your words, he holds his palm out straight. It making you squeak, scared about what he might do.

“Stop talking.” He grounds out, he pushes himself off and walks out of the doorway silently. He licks his lips as he passes you to go down the patio stairs and goes to the hose. You stay in your spot, not moving an inch.

He calls your name and you obey his command, bouncing down the steps to him, holding your tears in. Henry turns the hose on to a soft setting and has you stand infront of him as he sprays your mud covered legs clean, he then motions for you to hold your hands out.

“You think you’re just a big shot huh? Thinking you could go behind my back? Not so sneaky now little girl.” He said as he sprays your hands clean, he doesnt look at you, knowing that you hated when he spoke at you not to you. “If you waited until tomorrow, you could’ve played out here with Kal.” He looks at you when he turns the hose off, piercing his lips in a tight line as he tilts his head to the side with a quick rise of his brow.

It was a rhetorical question, not one you should answer. You curl your toes in your sandles and screw up your face up, itching to defend yourself. But you being a big baby you just cry, soft sobs leaving your throat in a whine. Henry stands up straight and looks around you to search for any more dirt, his gaze quickly darting behind you.

He groans out and looks up at the sky, an annoyed smile on his lips, “The fucking flowers?” He shoots his hand out in the direction of the freshly laid flower bed, making you look behind you.

“Just get in the damn house.” Henry put a hand to his forehead, trying to keep his cool. You took quick steps up and dart into the house.

You just started crying profusely. You knew you weren’t getting cuddles. You knew you weren’t going to be able to use your bath paints.

“Can’t believe the two of you.” He muttered angrily.

“Kal stay. You come with me.” He said to you. You followed him wordlessly to the bathroom. He ran the water, making sure it was the right temperature for you, he added soap and but not bubbles, you had to be on your best behavior for those. You stepped out of your muddy and wet clothes, handing them over to him. You got in after he turned the water off.

“After your bath, it’s a nap for you.”

“But I don’t wan’ take a nap, daddy.” You argued.

“Tell me what you don’t want again and it’ll be my belt against your wet ass, do you understand me!?” He said, you shook your head quickly. You did not need to be told twice.

After your nap, you and Kal sat side by side guiltily. You both could sense Henry was still upset. You thought you’d be over his lap but maybe it was the crybaby in you saving you from that.

You were too afraid to move, you so badly wanted to crawl up into Henry’s lap but you didn’t want to get rejected. Your eyes felt heavy and your nose was stuffy from your cries, for a moment you tried to muffle them but it didn’t work when your sobs bubbled up out of your mouth.

You even denied yourself from touching his leg, you just wanted a touch, even if it was a small one. He had barely spoke to you after your nap, he didn’t even pick out your clean clothes after your bath, only patting you dry and telling you to get dressed and get in bed. This was the worst punishment possible, sitting in thick silence. This outweighed standing in the corner, writting lines or even wall sits, you’d rather do those in one sitting than sit in silence.

Henry thought this was a better punishment anyway, letting you sit and think about what you did wrong. His anger towards the situation was slowly deflating, he took some time during your nap to clean Kal and reconfigure how to redress the flower bed. It really wasnt that bad but what was bad is that you directly disregarded him and he didn’t take disrespect lightly.

You shook as you tried to hold your tears in again, this time you put your head in your hands and let them catch the stragglers. The silence was starting to break you, not being able to take it much longer.

You snapped your head up and sobbed, “Daddy please! I’m really sorry! I really am!” You hiccuped, you didn’t even care if he told you to be quiet, you just wanted forgiveness.

Henry tried to hold his chuckle in, he was surprised you lasted as long as you did. You killed him every time you cried, he swore up and down that you’d become dehydrated by how many times you cried a day. You could simply break down if you saw roadkill while driving, crying to him about the life that wasn’t lived out to it’s full extent.

He held his laughter at bay and sighed, he slides his hands uner your arms and lifts you up into his lap, letting you nuzzle into him as you cried.

“You’re a big cry baby aren’t you?” He gave a small smile as he rubbed your back and he leaned his head down ontop of your head.

“I know I am!” You cried as you rubbed your nose in his shirt, getting impossibly closer to him. Your tears now oit of relief that you daddy was finally holding you and letting you touch him.

//Oh yeah, definitely a mood !!

You were already in a bad mood when you woke up from your nap, your head was pounding, your  sinuses stuffed up. You just felt weird. And that bled into you having random fits and whines over everything. You barely spoke, either giving one worded responses or grunts.

Henry was in the kitchen cooking your favorite meal for dinner, hoping that would lift your spirits. But when dinner was served you weren’t hungry, so when Henry was sitting at the table, waiting for you, you just stood by your chair with your arms crossed over your chest with a pout.

“Baby, you need to eat, it’s your favorite!” Henry tried to entice you to the table, you grunted in a response, making Henry close his eyes in a discreet roll. He was getting really tired of your sour mood.

In one last attempt he tinked his fork on your plate, giving you the known look of ‘listen’. You stomped your bare foot on the floor, you didn’t want to eat, you weren’t that hungry. You screwed up your face in agitation, he wasn’t getting it. 

“If you don’t tell daddy what’s wrong, then I can’t help you princess,” Henry let his features soften, he knew you weren’t feeling your best, you told him when you woke up. He stood up with a sigh, he didn’t want to be mean but he also didn’t want you to think you can do this whenever you wanted.

You clenched your hands to your sides and let out a loud cry of frustration. You got more upset when he said that, nothing was wrong! You just were upset, why couldn’t he get that? Henry was taken back, he hasn’t seen you like this in quite some time.

“You’re upset and you won’t say why, just let daddy know what he can do to give you some relief, princess.”

“No, daddy!” You stomped your foot again, your tantrum coming back.

“You’re usually so good for daddy, can daddy have his good baby?”

“No! Don’t wanna be a good baby!”

“Sweetheart—if you’re upset it’s okay to be, but all of this is not necessary. It’s quite rude, I taught you better than that.”

“I’m going to ask you one more time, what’s got you upset?” Henry kept a stern look, he stood next to you, his hand holding onto the chair and leaning into it. He was honestly prepared to whip it out to soank you if you continued your fit.

“Nothing!” You yelled, your fists in a ball, squeezing into your palms.

Henry quit the nice guy tactic, he grunted as he pulled the chair out and caught your waist in his arm as he sat down. He pulled you over his lap as you cried in frustration. Henry yanked down your pants, your ass bare, he slapped your ass with a hard smack. You jerked into his grip, trying to get out of his lap.

“No! I tried to be nice with you but you continued your fit!” He spoke out with another spank, “Maybe you need this, maybe you need a good spanking and let out all that frustration, hmm?”

“I’m sorry, daddy, I’m just really tired.” You said, clenching your hands into fists.

“So why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Because I didn’t want to nap.” You said, rubbing away the rolling tears from. You climbed into his lap clumsily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Daddy!” You wailed.

“Shhh, baby, shhh.” He said soothingly while patting your back. You tried to get closer to him but it was physically impossible.

“My daddy.” You whimpered, balling his shirt into your fist. Henry stood up and started to bounce you on his hip in hopes of calming your tears.

You nodded your head as you rolled over, making grabby hands with one while your other grabbed the stuffie under your pillow. He gave you a small smile and he crawled into bed with you.

“When you feel like that baby, next time just say something, you won’t get in trouble for telling me.”

Victorian!daddy!Henry x Little!Reader Blurb

Note: @pinksdaydream and I have been talking about this scenario for sometime and I thought it was time to share it with yall! And man can I just say its so nice to write again!! 💕

WC: 600 something (soon to be added by @pinksdaydream)

Summary: While Henry’s busy with his colleagues, and Judy busy with snacks, why not play around in your pretend world? Though some things are not ment to be reenacted... only big girls can do some of the things Daddy can do. And you, in fact, are not a big girl. 

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Henry was in the middle of a meeting in the home's library. He told you to be on the best behavior and to pick up your dolls and other toys before his colleagues made their way to your home.

It’s been well over a couple hours and Judy was deep into reading a book out loud to you in the lounge room. You decided to keep yourself busy with your papers and ink, doodling and recreating the imaginary creatures from Judy’s book.

The book seemed to be getting a tad boring and you perked up at the sound of the library door opening, the smell of smoke and whiskey seeping out of the room. The men’s laugh came more clear as they passed the doorway of the room. You sat up straighter as you saw Henry give you a glance with a small wave.

He was gone the second he appeared, him and his men going up the stairs and into his office. You slouched with a heavy disappointing sigh, you were hoping Henry was wishing them goodbye and goodnight, but apparently not.

“How about I get us a snack? How does that sound baby child?” Judy asked you, her book now in her lap. She tilted her head to the side and gave your back a small press with the tip of her shoe.

You let out another dramatic sigh, “I suppose, thank you Judy.”

“I assure you, your Henry will be done shortly.” She said softly. Judy stood up and gave your shoulders a short squeeze, hoping to calm you of your longing.

As Judy left, you thought a small walk would be nice, stretching your legs and wondering if the walk could take your mind off of Henry’s lack of attention. Though he wasn’t lacking anything, you were just disappointed that his big wig status took up most of your daddy and baby time.

You wondered to the library, not knowing exactly why the room brought curiosity to you, it just seemed like you could be more adult in there. You pretended to be Henry for a short moment, muttering demands and whispered curses as if his employee had upset him.

“I’m the boss here!” You spoke loudly in your best impression of your Daddy. “Shut your trap!”

You puffed up your chest and tried hard not to laugh at your weakly stern voice. You stomped to the heavy desk, swinging your arms around in a waving motion, hoping to portray Henry’s beefy form. You sat down in the leather chair with a dramatic huff, breaking your pretend world with a laugh.

Your laughter died off when you saw Henry’s pipe seated in its tray. You pulled it closer to you, initially to look at it but the temptation to try it made way to your consciousness. This would most indefinitely fit your persona of Henry.

Smirking, you grabbed a match and lit the bowl and pulled a deep breath. You took one pull of smoke and coughed loudly as the thick smoke caught roughly in your throat.

“Y/n!”

You dropped the pipe onto the table as Judy’s loud gasp of disapproval flooded your ears. You coughed again, raising the back of your hand to cover it as you turned to Judy while the pipe slid to the other side of the desk. Her face was beat red in anger, her eyes darting between you and the pipe.

“I know for certain Henry does not allow that! What were you thinking you silly silly girl?”

Judy jutted her hip out and rested a hand on it while her other held the silver tray of treats and biscuits as she waited for a response, honestly hoping for an apology or a reason for you to be smoking on your Daddy’s pipe. You chewed on your lip and kept her eye contact, you had no idea exactly what to say, only speaking the forst thing that came to mind.

You didn’t want a spanking, especially not from Judy. You were supposed to be having fun not getting a spanking. You wanted to get into the position without giving Judy any issues but you really didn’t want a spanking right now.

“I’m really sorry, Judy. Please don’t tell daddy!”

“Over my lap, little one.” She said, ignoring what you said. She knew she should have had you with her but then you would most likely try to run to Henry.

It was five quick swats, Judy couldn’t stomach anything else. Your crying already got to her. You were just a sweet girl but that was unacceptable.

Henry stood in the doorway, his shirt untucked and fumbled with his tie to get it loose. He searched the room for someone to speak up about the obvious tension in the room.

“Go on, tell him what you did y/n.” Judy broke the silence, her arms crossed over her chest. The tray of snacks long forgotten on the desk.

Henry and you made eye contact, you looked up at him and wiped your wet cheeks. His warm blue eyes now ice cold, irritated by the assumption of your bad behavior.

“I-I pretended to be you an-and I found your pipe and I-I..” You stuttered out in a pitiful sob, fully regretting your decision. You knew you should have listened to the angel on your shoulder instead of the devil that was louder.

“I smoked on it—I’m sorry daddy!”

Henry sighed loudly and rolled his eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He leaned into the archway and groaned out a spew of curses.

“I asked you to be on your best behavior. I asked nicely! Baby girl this is quite the opposite of a good girl!” Henry explained tirelessly, he frowned as he ticked his jaw.

Henry turned to Judy and asked her how she found you, all while you cried into your hands. You hated it when Henry called you a bad girl, he didn’t exactly say it out loud but him not calling you good made it all feel the same.

You peeked out from your hands as you heard someone walking away. Your throat closed tightly as Judy walked out and closed the large oak doors behind her. You sobbed again as Henry demanded you to stand up straight.

“Please daddy, I—!”

“No! I don’t want to hear any of it! You know better than to talk yourself out of this.” Henry’s voice was stern as he spoke, his hands skillfully taking his belt out of its loops and letting the buckle snap on the hard wooden floor.

Victorian Era!Daddy!Henry Cavill x Little!Reader

Gif not mine!!!

Summary: You really don’t know what to expect when Laura invites you to this private party, but it was certainly not this. Though the outcome is something sweet and surprisingly enough, something you hadn’t counted on. 

WC: 5.7k  

Warnings: d/s dynamics, talk about ddlg, hints of anxiety attack & just some rlly cute reader and daddy!henners 

Note: did yall know baby rabbits are actually called Kittens? Or really kits? 👀 but I put bunnies in the title to make it more cute (??) and less confusing! I also got this as an ask & I already had some ideas rolling so I just wrote out this one and tbh I’m really happy with it!

Lemme know what you think! Love youu 💋

When Laura had gotten an extra invite for you to come to this party, you hadn’t realized this party was a little…extra. The scene confused you at first, everyone had talked in a type of code that made your head spin when you tried to figure it out. Laura even talked about it too.

You stood next to her sheepishly as she, her husband and yourself stood in the hot sun out behind the large home’s garden. It was quite beautiful, flooded with all sorts of flowers, ferns and lightly painted ivy. 

A stone fountain stood in the middle of the walkway a few feet away from the bottom of the stairs and it made you want to sit on the edge of it and maybe throw a penny in. But you refused to move away from Laura and her husband Richard. There was not one soul you knew besides your friend, you didn’t even know her husband all that well; they had just gotten married a few months ago and just came back from their honeymoon. 

This!