when I'm extra pretty his first reaction is putting me over his lap and spanking me.
even if I'm the goodest girl or an angel baby, want him to be so overwhelmed he can't help but be mean to me.
want him to make me cry cuz he thinks I'm pretty when I cry, want him to see me kick my little feet and hear me squeal and babble.
my ass would be red, he'd see how drenched my pussy is and he'd give it a few spanks because I have a pretty pussy and he can't help but be mean to such pretty things.
want him to bite me and mark me and tug at my nipples and take my clit between his teeth
absolutely ruin me for a couple of days
and when I'm constantly pretty for him, I'll just always be sore ya know ? but kinda want that :(
Hi i read your Eddie fic and was wondering if you could do a sub!001 x dom reader?
If you are comfortable with it
Bite Me
Summary: You grow concerned when Henry doesn’t show up to meet you as he usually does. You're surprised to see the reason why. You're even more surprised to see his reaction.
Pairing: Henry Creel x fem!reader
Warnings: sub!masochist!Henry, dom!reader, kinda fluff that turns into smut, injury
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: This is set after the scene where Henry gets electrocuted by Brenner for helping El. I’m gonna assume you know the scene I’m talking about. It’s also inspired by this gif.
Working in Hawkins Lab was not the path you’d anticipated your life would take. But when you stumbled across a sinister building in the middle of the woods one day and saw some things you really shouldn’t have you were whisked away from your life. You were taken away from your family, your friends, everything you knew. Your life was gone. All you were now was a hospital guard, stationed deep in the bellows of Hawkins Lab.
At first you struggled. You were sure they would kill you for stumbling across their illegal experiments. But when they instead invited you to work for them, you didn’t decline. You’d rather live than die.
After a few years you’d settled into the way of things. Leaving your old life behind and embracing your new job; helping these kids that were so inhumanly experimented on. And while you loved to spend time with all the kids while they played in the rainbow room, you loved when they went to sleep even more.
At night, when they were each tucked in their rooms, you and the rest of the guards got to relax. The people who worked with you were nothing like you expected. Many of them were just like you. And while you were friends with many of your co-workers there was one you’d grown the most fond of. Henry Creel.
Henry had been the only reason you’d made it through the first few months of imprisonment and he quickly became your best friend. Now, after years of close proximity, that friendship was something more. You had to keep your relationship a secret. You had no idea how the doctors would react, but you’d rather be cautious than find out. Besides, you both found sneaking around exhilarating. It was all a part of the fun. The thrill of being caught only heightened your need for each other.
It was the end of another long day of work and you were excited to see Henry. He’d been away all day watching the training while you’d been cleaning the kids’ rooms. You walked into the small, white room they called ‘the leisure room’, although to you it was more like a romanticised prison cell. Other guards sat playing chess, reading or talking. You said hello to a few of them before going to sit on the sleek leather couch in the corner to wait for Henry.
You grew worried when he didn’t arrive. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. And then an hour had passed and he still hadn’t shown up. The alarm sounded that signalled all the guards to go to their rooms for the night. But you didn’t head in the direction of your bedroom. You went the other way, down the hall to Henry’s room.
‘Henry?’ you said, knocking the door lightly. ‘Henry, it’s Y/N.’
You waited for a second until you heard movement coming from the other side of the door. After a while the door slowly creaked open, just a crack. Henry stood hunched over. His eyes were red and riddled with pain. He was shirtless but was holding a sheet over his chest like he was hiding something.
‘Hey,’ he said breathily.
‘You okay?’ you asked, concerned by his dishevelled appearance.
‘Yeah, I, uh, just feel a bit sick. I think I’m coming down with something.’
You knew he was lying.
‘Can I come in?’
‘You know we’re not allowed in each other’s rooms.’ Henry raised a brow.
‘And when has that ever stopped us before?’ you laughed, pushing past him into the small, white room.
When you entered you were confused at the sight. His room was usually pristine but the scene before you was an unmade bed covered in… what were they? Tubes and bottles? You walked over to the bed to get a closer look, picking up a bottle to read the label. It soon became clear to you that these were all some form of medical cream or ointment.
‘What are these for?’ you asked as you turned back to face him.
‘Nothing, I was just, uh, organising,’ he stuttered.
‘Organising?’ your voice carried a sarcastic tone. ‘You think I buy that?’
He shrugged.
‘And what’s with the sheet?’ you continued to question. ‘I’ve seen a lot more of you than your chest. I don’t think you need to hide that from me.’ You playfully laid your hand on the sheet, right above his chest. Henry flinched, a pained expression appearing on his face. Suddenly, you were filled with concern.
‘Henry, what’s wrong?’ Your voice was harsh as you grew frustrated, knowing he was keeping something from you.
Henry sighed. He knew he couldn’t hide anything from you, especially, something like this. He sheepishly dropped the sheet he was using to cover his chest, revealing an image that made your jaw drop.
His upper body was covered in large red and black burns, some of them oozing a pale pink liquid. It was then that you knew what had happened. You’d seen those marks before. You’d treated them when you were stationed in the infirmary. Those vicious burns were caused by the electric current which came from tasers. Tasers you’d only ever seen Dr Brenner use to punish his kids. You had no idea he’d be willing to use them on his staff too.
‘Oh my God, Henry,’ you immediately tried to comfort him by placing a hand on his shoulder. ‘Why?’
Henry walked slowly towards his bed, moved a few of the bottles and sat on the edge.
‘I don’t know,’ he mumbled. ‘All I did was try to help that kid, Eleven. You know she’s being bullied right? I was just trying to help.’
You sat down beside Henry and examined the array of ointments sprawled messily across the bed.
‘It’s this one you need,’ you said, picking up a small blue tube. Having dealt with this kind of burn so many times you were an expert at healing it. Henry tried to take the tube from you but you pulled it away.
‘Let me,’ you said, twisting the cap off the ointment. You were about to apply it but you hesitated, remembering the screams that erupted from the children when you’d treated them.
‘This is gonna hurt.’ Your voice was sympathetic as you anticipated the pain Henry was about to endure. ‘Maybe you should bite down on something.’
Henry’s breathing quickened but he nodded. He carefully unbuckled his belt, pulled it off and bit down on the hard, black leather.
You took a deep breath before you allowed your fingers to meet his burns. Henry writhed as the cold cream smothered his skin, blinding him with pain. You had no idea what kind of special adaptions Brenner and his team of mad scientists had made to the tasers they used; all you knew was the burns they caused were no ordinary burns.
Henry seethed, biting hard on the belt in his mouth as he tried to block out the agonising feeling on his chest. His eyes were sealed shut and you saw a tear escape and trickle down his cheek.
‘Sorry,’ you whispered. ‘This is the only thing that will make it better.’
You tried your best to comfort him by placing your free hand in his hair. You ran your fingers through the blond strands, while your other hand gently rubbed the cream into his wounds.
‘Good boy, that’s it,’ you said, satisfied that you’d applied enough ointment. ‘I’m just going to get a bandage.’
You headed towards his bathroom and opened cupboards until you found a long, white roll of bandages. When you returned to the room Henry seemed to be in less pain. You let out a sigh of relief.
‘That hurt like a bitch.’ Henry’s voice was still slightly shaky but he chuckled nonetheless.
‘Sorry,’ you apologised, sitting next to him once more. ‘That was the only way to make it heal. Now lie down so I can put these on you properly.’
You pushed Henry down onto the bed and stood above him. You unravelled a length of the bandage and placed it on his injured chest. Henry inhaled sharply at the contact; the skin was still sensitive after all.
You talked idly while attaching the bandage in an effort to distract Henry. When you were almost finished, and midway through telling him about a conversation you had with Ten, Henry began to giggle childishly.
Your brows furrowed in confusion at his sudden change of mood.
‘I don’t think Ten telling me about his training is that funny,’ you questioned.
Henry managed to collect himself before saying.
‘Uh, sorry, this is so stupid,’ he laughed.
‘I really don’t get what’s so funny.’
Still laughing Henry nodded his head downwards. You followed his gaze until you saw what was the reason for his laughter. Henry’s tight white pants were now even tighter as he sported a large bulge.
‘Are you serious?’ you locked eyes with him again. ‘You’re seriously laughing like a fucking school girl because you have a hard on?’
‘No, I’m laughing because it’s taken you so long to notice I have a hard on.’
‘Wh-. How long have you had it?’ you asked. You were finally done applying the bandage so you sat on the bed next to him.
‘Since you started putting that cream on me,’ Peter admitted.
‘Huh? How? I was hurting you.’
‘Yeah, you were.’ A huge grin spread across Henry’s face as you processed what he’s just said. Your eyes widened and you tried your best to hide your own smirk. You had no idea Henry was into that kind of thing, despite the long-time you’d been together. And, if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t complaining.
‘Okay, wait, let me get this straight,’ you said, almost not believing what you were hearing. ‘You got a hard on because you were in pain?’
‘Uh huh,’ he said smugly.
‘And how come you’ve never told me about this?’ you asked, your voice low.
‘It never came up,’ he shrugged.
‘Oh really,’ you began climbing on top of the bulge in Henry pants. ‘Not even any of the times I was fucking you?’
You slowly started to grind on Henry’s covered cock, pulling a breathy moan from his throat. Rolling your hips back and forth you lightly ran your hand over his bandaged wounds. Henry breathed sharply but maintained eye contact.
Soon, he was shaking beneath you, begging for you to release his dick which was twitching from the friction of your pants rubbing against his.
‘Please, please,’ he mumbled. You chuckled.
‘Oh no. Now that I know your little secret you aren’t getting anything that easily.’ You quickened the pace of your rolling hips, causing Henry to throw his head back. He didn’t bother telling you how close he was. He knew there was no way you’d let him finish already.
He was practically tortured by your continuous grinding. Every so often you placed your hand lightly on his chest to steady yourself, sending a wave of pain through his body. However, that only made him more desperate for your skin on his.
You’d been grinding on Henry for God knows how long but as you felt yourself getting wet you decided to up the stakes.
You slid yourself down so you were on Henry’s legs and rubbed your hand on his bulging pants. You took your time undoing the button of his pants so he was writhing beneath you by the time you finally freed his cock. He moaned breathily at the relief.
You ran a finger all the way up his dick that caused him to buck his hips upwards. Placing your hands on his thighs to force him back down again you gave him a stern look. You leaned your weight forward so you were on your hands and knees on top of him, your face above his.
‘Don’t,’ was all you said before once again running your fingers along his bandage. Even the slightest contact made him wince but the grin on his face didn’t waver. ‘That’s what you get when you do something like that.’
Henry made a questioning noise as you climbed off of him but his smirk returned when he saw you begin to undress. You took your pants and shirt off leaving you in just your underwear. Henry was shaking from a combination of pain and excitement as you climbed back on top of him. You looked down at his wide, expectant eyes while hovering over his dick. Then, without warning you lowered yourself down on him. The sudden impact made a loud whimper escape Henry’s lips and your hand flew to cover his mouth.
‘You know how thin these walls are,’ you said, beginning to move up and down slowly. With your hand still over his mouth you started to relax into your rhythm.
You had to move your hand from Henry’s mouth to his shoulder to steady yourself, however, the minute you did his high-pitched whines erupted once more. Your other hand rushed to his chest, pressing hard. The pain made him unable to make any more noise.
‘Stop,’ you demanded. ‘Do you have any idea how much trouble we’ll be in if someone hears us?’
A tear fell from Henry’s eye as he relished the torment you were causing him when all of a sudden you had an idea.
You looked down at the bed, right beside Henry’s head to find the belt he’d been biting on earlier. You grabbed it and folded it in half.
‘Open your mouth,’ you ordered. He obeyed immediately. You placed the leather in his mouth and he bit down on it.
You admired the scene below you. Henry biting on his belt to muffle his moans, his arms lying obediently at his side, tears streaming from his eyes due to the pain and pleasure he was feeling all at once. The sight caused you to quicken your pace as you tightened around him. You swore under your breath as his dick seemed to hit places inside you it never had before.
You were in your own little world, allowing yourself to bounce on Henry’s dick at whatever pace you wanted. When you looked down at him again his eyes were red, his chest heaving. But you weren’t done yet. You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling it back so his eyes stayed on yours.
‘Shit, you look hot like this,’ you breathed.
At that moment the look in Henry’s eyes told you what he couldn’t. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
‘Wait,’ you said, wanting to reach your own climax with him.
You rolled your hips deeply. Henry’s eyes clamped shut as he tried his best to hold for you.
And then he hit it. That spot that made your stomach tense and your legs weak.
You nodded at him, signalling to him you were ready. Almost instantly Henry’s face was filled with relief as he released inside of you, the feeling causing you to do the same.
You lazily rode out your high, wanting to savour every moment as your heart rate returned to its normal pace. Henry’s shaking body slowly started to settle beneath you so you leaned down and took the belt out of his mouth to reveal a tired smirk on his face. You kissed where the belt had once been briefly before carefully pulling yourself off him and laying down next to him. His bandage covered chest was still rising up and down rapidly.
You turned onto your side and moved a piece of blond hair from his eye.
‘Will you stay with me tonight?’ he asked quietly. ‘You know, just in case I need more medical attention.’
You laughed softly. You were sure he wouldn’t need any more medical attention for his burns, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t need medical attention for what you were planning on doing to him.
I'm just thinkin about the different legends finding out that you are into a lil bit of pain during ✨️sexy time✨️
This is only the base game characters (minus pathfinder) but please comment if you want me to do a part 2, I probably will anyways but the encouragement is always nice :)
The first couple are very harsh so be warned
CONTAINS: blood, gore, spanking, slapping, face-fucking, degrading, not enough prep, but also a very good amount of prep
• Bloodhound
They'd be into it, they'd do almost anything to please their partner. It probably comes out during a match where you're against eachother. As you're downed in a corner with them holding their ravens bite axe to your throat to finish you, a moan manages to slip past your lips as the blade digs into your skin. Bloodhound tilts their head, silently questioning you, and as your face goes red with embarrassment they lean in, pressing the blade harder.
"You love it when I hurt you. Don't you, elskan?"
Your brain is so foggy from blood loss that you can't answer other than weak groans and whimpers. Finally, they drag the blade against your neck harshly, and you die choking on your own blood. As shameful as it is, you can't help that your pants are damp with your own slick. They will get into spanking, maybe even using a paddle, and choking using hands, their dick/strap, or by pressing the handle of their axe against your throat.
• Bangalore
You can't tell me this woman isn't into face-fucking you on her cock, whether it's real or a strap. And as she pulls you off her dick, spit and tears running down your face, she asks you how much you love taking her like this. With your sore used throat all you can do is rasp out a "I love it so much ma'am" before she's shoving you back down on her. You love that way she hits the back of your throat with every thrust, and by the time she's done using your throat you're shaky and coughing from gagging so much. All she does is hold your head up by your jaw and spit in your face.
"Pathetic little slut. You want me to hurt you, don't you?"
As you nod your head desperately, she laughs before letting go of your face and slapping you. Hard. You swear you could've cum right then and there, untouched. She's definitely into spanking, slapping, grabbing you, and using you so roughly it hurts. The punishment this woman gives is harsh, but the aftercare is good.
• Wraith
I feel like she's a softer lover, but when you quietly ask her to spank you when she's fucking into you from behind, she can't deny her lover. As her hand claps against your ass and you moan out, tightening around her, how can she not admit it's one of the hottest things she's seen. She does it again, surprising you and as you yell out a smirk grows on her face.
"You really like that, doll? Wow, what a whore you are."
You squirm under her, desperately fucking yourself back on her cock as she continues to give you sharp spanks on your ass. She becomes infatuated with the way the flesh on your ass ripples with every hit, and how your skin becomes increasingly more red and sensitive. She's not too rough, but she will spank you till you can't sit down without being in pain because she loves the way it looks.
• Lifeline
When you sit her down and tell her about being a masochist, you thought at first that she was upset with you with how silent she was. She's a very protective and caring lover, so she doesn't necessarily want to hurt you during sex, but she has ideas. Next time you're getting spicy, she gently lays you down on the bed and positions herself at your hole. As you stumble over your words trying to remind her that she hasn't prepped you yet, she just rubs your thighs and smiles warmly.
"Oh I know. Ya said you wanted a bit o' pain, didn't ya, baby?"
And even though it's not what you were expecting when you asked for pain, the sting of her stretching you out on her dick still makes your eyes roll back and your hands grasp at her desperately. She coos at you as you've lost your ability to speak, petting your hair as she starts to thrust without giving you time to adjust. She may not want to leave marks on your skin, but she'll bruise your insides and make your hole burn with the stretch, maybe even buy bigger toys on purpose just to stretch you with them.
• Gibraltar
This man is HUNG, no one can fight me on this cuz I will win. This one's similar to Lifeline but I believe he doesn't want to purposefully hurt his lover. You tell him about your fantasies of being manhandled and railed to the point of bruises and he just laughs.
"I don't already stretch you enough?"
Even after finding out, he never skips foreplay and prep. You can whine all you want about how you need him to just fuck you and the sting will add to the pleasure but he will not stop until you're loose and a lot of lube is used. The closest you're getting to this man intentionally hurting you is the death grip he has on your hips and thighs while he fucks you, cuz god damn look at those hands. He tries his best to control himself and not hurt you too bad though.
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Thank you for reading! Please tell me if you want more, and requests are always welcome!
the thought of cutting myself while high on psychedelics will not go away... ugh i'm so glad i hve no access to drugs cause I don't think this is "scientific curiosity" anymore
Fear and devotation and comfort all at the same time
Shaking in fear but being so utterly addicted to knowing that they are pleased because nothing feels better than knowing u have pleased them, even if it hurts you so much to do so
Fuck im horny again i want to sit on top of someone shaking in fear and gritting my teeth and sobbing but so so happy and content because I've pleased
And being so comforted, calm and content because all you have to do is being a good toy and take whatever they want you to
This would cure my mental illnesses, clear my skin, balance my humors
