Can You Do Some General Hcs Of Nick Like What He’s Like As A Bf? :))

in love with this. he'd def be a girl dad

EDDIE MUNSON AS A DAD

• eddie is such a girl’s father oh my!!

• would literally never let go of his little girl. he’d literally only let you hold her when you need to breastfeed

• even when your breastfeeding he likes to sneak his finger inside her little hand, she sometimes squeezes it too it’s so cute.

• the second your done breastfeeding he would pick her up and bounce her up and down gently. he’d gently tap her back and whenever she’d let out a big burp he’d laugh and say “ wow your almost on uncle dustins level..” he’d coo while gently tapping her.

• she’d grab his hair and pull it making him let out a string of “ ow ow ow ouch d/n!” he’d whisper yell not wanting to scare her. he’d grab her tiny hands and gently try to make them let go but it would only make her pull on it more. “ y/n a little help please..” he’d whisper.

• you’d stand infront of him unable to control your giggles, grabbing your camera you take a quick picture. “ i’m gonna suffocate you in your sleep y/n.” he’d coo smiling looking at his daughter. you finally sit down and start tickling your daughter making her let go of him.

• you make eddie sit down on the floor between your legs, he’d have his daughter on his lap playing peeka boo. you’d comb his hair making him wince, “ do we have to do this?” he groans covering his face with his hands, “ peeka boo!” he whisper yells making his daughter let out giggles. “ do you want her to pull your hair so you would start balding at 23 eds?” you grab the conditioner you usually use and start putting it in his hair.

• you put his hair in little ponytails and moonbuns and it would be the cutest thing ever.

• he’d have his daughter sitting on his stomach, his arm would be laid out so you could lay your head on it. his daughter would look at his scars and touch them while smiling, eddie would smile. “ yeahh your daddy got them fighting a bunch of bats..” he’d boast looking down at his scars. sometimes he’d get insecure of them but you always assured him that they’re extremely pretty. “ you have like the coolest dad bug..” you whisper dragging your finger across his scar.

• he’d melt right there

• “ just take the picture y/n.” he whined lifting his black shirt revealing his chest where his scars were, “ why would i take a picture of your bare chest eddie.” you question holding the camera in your hands. “ because she could use it for show and tell when she’s older! tell her stupid loser classmates that her dad fought a bunch of bats!” he smiles lifting his shirt up higher, you giggle taking a picture.

• she’d sit on his foot wrapping her tiny hands around his leg, he’s playing the guitar and bouncing his leg up and down. she’s start giggling and screaming when he lifts his leg up making her fly. “ okay alright bug come here.” he picks her up placing her on his knees. “ give me that little finger bug..” he gently grabs her finger, he drags her finger across the strings. “ wow your gonna be better then your dad bug..” he smiles.

• “ eddie be careful!” you shout looking at eddie who’s throwing your daughter up in the air. you grab two paper cups and pour lemonade in them. “ eds come on!” you shout holding the two cups in the air. eddie puts d/n down on the grass. “ i’ll race you there bug.” he gets down on his knees. you giggle opening your arms out to your daughter, she immediately starts crawling towards you. eddie follows her ‘crawling’. “ oh i’m gonna beat you!” he says looking at d/n who was crawling with all her will. “ come on come to mommy..there’s my pretty girl!” you pick her up twirling. she wraps her tiny hands around your neck giggling. eddie smiles watching you two, he sits down on the picnic towel grabbing the cup of lemonade.

• whenever you’d start breastfeeding in public he’d cross his hands behind you like some guard dog. if he catches anyone staring too hard or whispering he’d definitely have a little ‘chat’ with them.

• “ eddie it’s too hot!“ you whine trying to shake his leather jacket off you, “ i don’t want them staring at my girls.” he mumbles putting the leather jacket over your boobies, covering your daughters head. “ which girls?” you ask tilting your head to the side. “ my two watermelons-” you cut him off by throwing your empty lemonade cup at him. “ our child is listening.” you whisper yell giggling. “ i’m pretty sure she’s busy sucking on them.” you now throw a piece of bread at him. you look down at d/n before you look back at eddie. you flip him off

• “ eddie the sign says no feeding the pigeons.” you say putting your hair up. “ i’m eddie munson. i’m a real breaker sweetheart.” he smirks winking. “ you have drool on your shirt.” you point at the wet spot on his sleeveless white shirt. he bounces his daughter on one hand and grabs a piece of bread with the other. “ watch bug watch.” he throws a piece of bread on the floor. the pigeons fly towards the piece of bread. d/n watches the pigeons and starts giggling, she looks around and sees the pigeons flying over their heads.

• she accidentally drops her pink sunglasses, “ oh clumsy there bugs.” he crouched down to the floor and picks them up. more and more pigeons start flying their way. “ oh shit!” he shouts looking around to see all the pigeons flying their way.

• “ what did i tell you!” you scream laughing, you grab your camera taking a picture of your boyfriend running away from pigeons with your daughter in his hand.

• he’d put her in a hellfire shirt that would be way too big on her. “ your gonna continue the family legacy.” he whispers peppering her face with kisses. you open the bedroom door, eddie looks at you. your also wearing a hellfire shirt except yours is pink, he made it for you in freshman year when you first joined hellfire.

• “ i’m the luckiest man in the world..” he mumbles smiling looking back and fourth between you and your daughter.

• she’d always toy with his rings. “ when your older i’ll get us matching rings.“ he mumbles pouring baby lotion in his hands. “ we’re gonna be the coolest duo in hawkins bug.”

• instead of normal children books he’d read dnd comic books and superhero books.

• “ god your just like your mom.” he whines bouncing your crying daughter up and down. “ i know you want her boobies but i don’t have them!” he cries back bouncing her up and down.

• you three would be laying down on the couch watching some random movie when all of a sudden d/n would bite eddie’s nipple. “ ouch!” he winces looking down to see d/n chewing on his nipple. you look down and immediately start laughing. “ y/n she’s not letting go.” he says trying to get her to let go. you continue laughing covering your mouth. “ y/n make her stop!” eddie cries. “ okay okay come here bugs.” you say between giggles. you pull your top down and she immediately attacks them.

• eddie stares in amusement. “ eddie the movi-” he cuts you off. “ yep yep the movie.”

this is the funniest thing i’ve seen on snl in a while

foaming at the mouth

Gentle With Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal penetration, safe sex, mentions of blood, first time, deflowering, loss of virginity, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count:  7,908 (sorry, this got super long!)

Hope you like it! :)

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Steve with reader who has a cold, just generic full on fluff with helping her have a warm bath, nothing spicy just domestic? :) <3 ly always

18+ for general nudity theres NOT smut/ any graphic descriptions, pure fluff! thank you for your request doting steve is the best! ly anon 1k wc

"Oh, gross. What the fuck's happening in here?” Steve asks, bursting through your bedroom door like a maniac. 

You flinch awake, a wave of used up tissues falling off of your chest. "Steve?" you ask, though your nose is so plugged up that it comes out like, "Steeb?" 

"I think my nose just started running, it's like the air is eighty percent vapor rub." 

You pull your bed sheets over your face to hide from your boyfriend for about five seconds before the air gets too hot and you have to pull it down to just under your lips. 

His eyes soften when he gets a good look at you. "Shit, you don't look good." 

He strides straight to your window and throws it open and then to your side, tugging the sweat-damp sheets off of your tired body. 

"I told you I was sick." 

He sits by your knees, hands landing familiarly over your struggling chest. He spreads his hand, feels the clammy material with a frown. The smoothing of his hand over your skin is nice. 

"You said sick, not dying." 

"You're so dramatic," you complain weakly, your voice thick. 

He pats your chest once. "Alright bub, up we come," he says, arms slipping under your back. 

You moan as he pulls you up and in, his chin pushing over the dip of your shoulder in a hug. He rubs your back. You wish you could breathe through your nose if only to smell his scents, his bergamot and cedarwood, his hairspray and his skin. 

"Steve, I'll make you sick." 

"Sacrifices."

You're sweaty and too-hot, you smell sick and you look worse and Steve absolutely doesn't care, his skin on yours unflinching.

"I think," Steve says under his breath, pulling back to look down at your feeble hunch, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead, "that you need a bath." 

"I'm too tired." 

"I'll help you out, yeah? I'm, like, your personal hot male nurse." 

You wrinkle your nose at him and the skin around your nostrils feels tight and dry. You wince, wanting to fall into his arms and never get back up again. Steve has other ideas, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you into the bathroom. He shuts the toilet lid and sits you down gently.

"I don't want to be naked right now, I'm disgusting," you complain though you don’t really mind, content for him to do as he pleases. You're just happy he’s here. 

"You've never been disgusting a day in your life. Icky, maybe. Slimy. Pretty underneath all the dirt, though, babe," Steve says as he turns on the faucet. 

He sticks his hand under the stream until he's happy with the temperature and then pulls out a clean towel, tucking it over the towel rack and turning to you, smiling his pretty smile that always manages to calm you down. 

You look up at him, breathing through your mouth, head heavy as a bowling ball. He rubs your shoulders lightly.

"Stevie…" 

"I know. You're alright. Look, let's get this off you," he says, hands at the hem of your shirt. He helps you undress and encourages you to hang onto his waist as you step out of your pants, his hands waiting to catch you as you climb into the bathtub. It's not necessary – you're not dizzy, only aching and weak – but it makes you happy that he cares that much. 

You feel better as the water rises, legs crossed and pulled up to your chest in an effort to maintain some dignity though it really couldn't matter less, your boyfriend having seen and loved on almost every part of you by this point. Steve sits on the lip of the tub with his arms crossed, only moving to reach out and rub the top of your back with the heel of his palm when you cough. 

"The steam will clear you out, get you breathing easy again in no time," he promises. 

You turn to him, bringing your hands from the water. They get the hip of his trousers regretfully wet as you grip the side of the bath and drop your head into his lap. 

Steve heaves a sympathetic sigh and hugs you best he can in your positions. You're so tired and being this sick is miserable but his company, his care and his touch are all invaluable. You melt in his arms, quickly close to dozing. 

"Don't fall asleep," he croons jokingly, "I haven't given you your sponge bath." 

"You little freak," you murmur. He bursts into laughter, his chuckles rocking you and making the water around you ebb and wave. You feel like laughing too for the first time in at least a few days. 

"Sorry I couldn't come see you sooner. I mean, I would've made it happen if I'd known you were this sick, I swear," he says.

"It's okay. I know you would've. I've only been this bad since last night." 

"You could've called me." 

"You worked overtime, I wouldn't do that to you." 

"Do what? Let me take care of you? Shocker, loser, I want to do that. I wanna take care of you all the time." 

You grumble into his lap and he mimics the sound fondly, rubbing the edge of your hairline, pushing against it. 

"You want me to wash your hair, babygirl?" Made warm with affection his words come out quiet, like his lips aren't fully parted. 

"Please?" you whisper. 

He guides your head from his lap and strokes your face before giving you a good pat on the cheek. "I'm gonna have you clean as a whistle in no time," he says with pride. He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Then I'm changing your gross sheets. You couldn't pay me to cuddle on those bad boys. There's, like, an eighth grade science experiment happening in there." 

"Bet I could persuade you," you say, not believing it yourself. 

"You definitely could. Dunk your head, I wanna wash your hair before the water gets cold." 

if i have to experience another latino man in his 30s losing a daughter who plays soccer, i will lose my mind.

requested by @petersthree

hellooooo!! i love dad muggy, he’s so bbg i can’t 🥹

i was wondering if i could get a dad!miguel fic where their daughter calls the reader saying like “mami? i’m stuck to the wall..” and they learn the spider gene is genetic, and she gets introduced to her parents secret life or something.

if this is confusing i’m sorry 😭😭

have a great day/night and make sure to stay hydrated :)

THIS IS TOO CUTE😭

papa!miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader discovering their babygirl has abilities

fluffy fluffy fluffy :,)

“I’m just saying, pizza shouldn’t be messed with like this just because you’re in a different dimension,” You complained, mouth full of the very pizza that you spoke of. Miguel rolls his eyes, reaching across the kitchen counter to wipe pizza sauce from your chin with his thumb. You smile at him while chewing and he licks his thumb.

“She still asleep?” He asks, taking another bite of the unusual pizza topped with fish that you ridiculed not even 5 seconds ago. You hum in response.

“Mhmm,” You swallow, “She should be waking up soon, though” You glance at the clock. Your and Miguel’s daughter has been napping for a few hours now, while the two of you quickly visited another dimension to deal with multiverse nonsense. Traveling dimensions made both of you awfully hungry so you grabbed a pizza from a local spot—unaware of the delicacies the dimension had to offer: fish on pizza. Unusual, yet the two of you were too hungry to care. A small cry came from your daughter’s bedroom.

“Perfect timing,” Miguel smiled at you as he wiped his hands on a paper towel. The two of you walk to your daughter’s door and carefully open it. You walk over to her bed and see no sign of her.

“Gabi?” You call out, growing concerned. You look around the room and Miguel calls your name. He walks over fo your little girl hiding behind the door.

“Que pasá, mija?” Miguel crouches down, holding around her middle. She has tears in her eyes as her hand remains wrapped around the door handle.

“I’m stuck,” She cries out softly. Miguel holds her hand and gently tries to peel it off of the door handle. You take a step closer and see strings of webs connecting her palm to the round doorknob. Both you and Miguel gasp lightly which makes Gabi more nervous. She stomps her feet and rubs her teary eyes with her free hand.

“Oh okay, okay—shh shh shh…,” Miguel shushes her and scoots closer to her and sits on his knees. “I need you to relax for me, baby,” He kisses her cheek softly, wiping her tears with his thumbs. Holding her face, Miguel makes her look at him instead of the doorknob. “Just take a deep breathe,” He takes one with her, “And relax,” he whispers, and shows her to let go of the knob. She takes another deep breath, her breath hitching from crying.

“You can do it, sweetheart,” You encourage, crouching down next to Miguel. She looks at you and takes another shaky breath.

“Relax…” Miguel soothes, and gently peels her hand off of the doorknob. Gabi takes another deep breath with Miguel and throws herself into his arms. He holds her close, and looks over at you with wide eyes. You return his gaze and help them up.

“I think it’s time for a lesson or two,” Miguel tells you, with a wink.

domesticity looks good on you

pairing: ellie williams x platonic!f!reader, joel miller x reader

summary: ellie calls you mom for the first time. (requested)

warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF! read if your heart was broken by tonight's episode. it will heal you. fr.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: hello! i wrote this immediately following the episode bc i needed to be happy!!!!!!! it is not proof read just fyi. please please please let me know what you think of it; and as always, my requests are open!

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Motherhood was something that you had never considered. Not even once. In fact, you don't think you had the capacity to nurture a human from birth. Lucky for you, there was zero societal pressure on you to do so since there were hoards of infected roaming the earth.

You were at peace with this.

Until Ellie came along.

She annoyed you at first. The type of annoyance that slipped under your skin and clawed you from the inside out. You could not stand her, often refusing to give her the time of day and instead turning to Joel.

Slowly but surely, she knocked down your walls; weaseling her way into your heart. After everything that you had gone through with her, how could you not care for the girl?

Ellie, Joel, and you had made your way back to Jackson after your journey; traumatized and exhausted. But at least you three were alive.

Maria and Tommy were able to put the three of you in a house that you hoped would become your home. You had no plans to leave the safe space and neither did Joel and Ellie.

It shocked you how quickly the three of you were able to fall into a domestic routine. Ellie went to school, Joel worked with Tommy wherever help was needed, and you helped in the garden.

You had not had a routine in years, instead focusing your energy on surviving each day with Joel. But you didn't mind the lack thereof, you lived for the thrill of waking up each day not knowing what was the come. It was the easiest way for you to cope with the way the world had changed over the past twenty years.

The past four months changed you though, for the better. You often looked back on your past self with disgust at how you could act the way you did. To not let people in and treat others with hatred. But Joel taught you how to sympathize with your younger self; how to look at them and let your heart ache. Given the circumstances of having to fight for your life each day, your hardness and lack of kindness made sense.

You had no other choice.

Ellie came back from school one day to you and Joel cuddled up on the couch, his head in your lap snoring softly.

You flashed her a smile and quietly asked about her day. She mumbled something about it being fine and took a step closer to you both. "Were family dinners a thing that people actually did back before-" she paused, taking a moment to think of the right phrasing. "Well, everything?"

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Huh?"

"It's just that-" she started, taking a seat on the chair next to the couch. "We watched a film at school and they were eating all together at the table and I thought that was weird but when I said something about it, all the kids- they uh- they looked at me like I was crazy?" her voice trailed up at the end.

"Ah," you exhaled, fingers tangled in Joel's hair. Ellie didn't like not knowing everything, you and her were alike in that aspect.

"I don't know why I asked- it's stupid and like it doesn't matter-" Ellie rambled on, popping up from her seat on the couch causing Joel to stir in his sleep from the sudden noise.

"Ellie-" you interrupted gently. "Would you like for us all to have dinner together? Seated a table?"

Her shoulders lowered, the tension leaving her body in an instant. "Yeah," she sighed. "Would that be okay?"

Your cheeks pinched up with a smile, "Of course, babygirl. Anything for you."

A noise of excitement left her lips before she slapped her hand over her mouth, looking to Joel to see if he would wake. You kept as still as humanly possible, hoping that he wouldn't wake. A second passed and he didn't further stir as the both of you let out the air in your lungs. She mouthed a 'sorry' at you before bounding up the stairs to her room.

"Y/N?" Joel questioned, causing your heart to leap in fear.

"Jesus, Joel! I didn't know you were awake!" you clutched your pounding heart, praying that it wouldn't fall out of your chest. He snickered, rotating his body so he was looking up at you from your lap.

"Family dinner?"

"Yeah, now get up and help me get ready."

The two of you spent the next couple of hours preparing a meal for the three of you. This was the most carefree you had ever seen Joel before. Things felt, for lack of a better word, normal.

It was weird.

But amazing.

Joel laughed and spun you around the kitchen, attacking your sides when you tried to actually get something done. You would slap his hand away, giggling to yourself, begging him to stop. By the end, your cheeks ached from smiling.

Both of you were proud by the end of it, even going as far as to invite Maria, Tommy, and their new baby over to join you for the meal.

You greeted your guests at the door, enjoying playing hostess as you grabbed their coats, ushering them into the living room so you could all talk before sharing a meal.

"Ellie!" you called up to her as everyone took their seats. She came barreling down the stairs and practically jumped into the space next to you on the couch. You slung a lazy arm over her as she leaned into your side, soaking up the comfort of the situation.

Ellie felt as though she was in one of the films she had watched in class, curled up next to you laughing with the adults of the room as the baby cooed in Joel's arms.

"Hey!" you exclaimed towards Joel. "Don't be such a hog, the baby wants to see her aunt and cousin too!"

Ellie felt her heart stop.

Cousin?

She was considered the baby's cousin.

You removed your arms from Ellie's shoulders as you took the baby from Joel's arms, cradling her to your chest and rocking her gently. Her little eyes looked up to you as she made quiet noises, little hands reaching up to your face.

"Hi baby, hi."

Ellie watched over your shoulder, trying to make the funniest faces she could to get the baby's attention.

The conversation continued to roar while drinks were poured, but the little baby did not leave your arms and neither did Ellie leave your side.

Stomachs started to rumble when Joel suggested you move the party to the dining room table. Maria took the baby from your arms and popped upstairs to lay her down in a crib in one of the rooms. She very subtly (not) made sure to set the three of you up in a house with a crib in case you and Joel ever thought of having a child together.

Tommy, Maria, and Ellie took a seat at the table, Tommy quizzing Ellie on the things she was learning in school while you and Joel finished putting the final touches on everything.

You felt him come up to your back, lacing his hands around your body and pulling you into his chest. He buried his face into your hair, his breath hot on your skin.

"Hey," he mumbled, letting his eyes shut with contentment.

"Hey, cowboy."

"This is nice," he spoke, pulling his head up.

"Well," you spun around to face him, placing your hands on his chest. "Make sure you thank Ellie, this was her idea."

You could not deny the happy ache in your chest at his bright smile. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your own. He tried to deepen it but you shoved him away with a laugh.

"We have guests!"

He gave you a wink before picking up the bowl of salad and making his way back out to the table.

You followed close behind carrying a tray. Ellie cheered as you set everything down at the table.

"It looks great, thanks guys," Maria spoke with a smile, starting to pass around the food as soon as you and Joel sat down.

"Make sure to thank Ellie, she was the one who suggested that we do this," you laughed, giving her a playful kick underneath the table.

"Well thank you, Ellie," Tommy announced, loading salad onto his plate.

The conversation flowed, covering each and every topic imaginable.

Ellie grew quiet as the dinner progressed, eyes growing heavy with tiredness from her day at school and the excitement of the night.

You sipped your drink, glancing over to her to check up on her lack of speech.

"Tired?" you questioned, letting Joel tell an embarrassing story of Tommy from when he was a kid to Maria.

Ellie looked up from her plate to meet your eyes. She shrugged in response.

"Want to go up to sleep?" you questioned, raising your eyebrow.

She shook her head vigorously, anxiety levels starting to rise at the thought of leaving. She wished this moment was written down, so she could read it and relive it over and over again. It was true perfection.

You narrowed your eyes, "Let's go up. They're probably going to head out in a couple."

Ellie frowned, crossing her hands over her chest in defiance.

You rolled your eyes, tapping Joel lightly on the shoulder to let him know you were going to take Ellie up to bed. She wearily bid them goodbye, trudging up the stairs with you following close behind. You followed her into her room and sat down on the bed, letting her excuse herself to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

You absentmindedly ran your hand over the blanket covering her bed, tracing light patterns into it. You heard the found of her soft feet on the floor padding over to the bed, where she took a seat next to you.

She let her head fall on your shoulders as the two of you sat in comfortable silence.

"Thank you," she whispered, breaking that silence.

You hummed in response, "Thank you for suggesting it."

She was quiet again, blinks becoming slower and longer. She lived for moments like this, moments where she didn't have to ask for you to stay while she fell asleep; moments where you just would.

Your fingers wracked through the strands of her hair. You could sense there was something on her mind. "What are you thinking about?"

Ellie sighed through her nose. "Did you mean it when you said I was the baby's cousin?"

"What?" you questioned, turning your head to look down at her.

She pushed her head further into your shoulder, not wanting to look up at you in case you said no. "You said you were the baby's aunt and I was a cousin."

"Yeah?" you questioned, hoping she would expand.

"Oh," she breathed, quieting again. You became nervous she was going to fall asleep on you so you guided her into her covers, making sure she was cozy. She made a noise of defiance but eventually surrendered realizing how warm it was. "Will you stay?"

"Always," you smiled, laying a gentle hand on her cheek before going to sit in the chair in her room. You watched, thinking she would drift off to sleep immediately, but she didn't.

That's when it hit you.

What she was getting at.

You said that she was a part of the family and she didn't know what to make of that.

If to believe it.

"Ellie?" you spoke up in the silence.

"Yeah?" she responded, her voice raspy from the beginning stages of sleep.

"You know-" you paused. "You know you're a part of this family, right? You are family to us."

Ellie felt her entire body still, tears immediately starting to swell in her eyes.

Holy fuck did it feel amazing to hear that.

"Yeah," she croaked, hoping that her voice wouldn't give away the happy tears streaming down her face.

You smiled to yourself as you watched her entire body relax, sending her almost straight into sleep.

"Goodnight, Ellie."

"Goodnight, mom."

Now you couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your face as she drifted off into a restful sleep. You stood up as soon as you heard her quiet snores and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "Sweet dreams, babygirl."

You shut off the light and closed the door gently, creeping down the stairs. Tears still seeping out of your eyes as you found Joel washing up in the kitchen. His face showed panic the second he saw your tears.

"What's wrong-"

"Ellie called me mom," you cut him off with a sob. He pulled you into your chest as you cried.

Cried for the happiness you felt.

Cried for the despair of what brought the three of you together.

Cried the first tears of motherhood.

Joel shushed you, holding you tight to his chest. Ignoring the swell of his own heart. Damn domesticity and the emotions that came with being safe. He held you til your eyes dried.

He pulled you away from his chest to look into your eyes. "Okay?" he questioned.

You nodded, wiping away the remaining tears. "Yeah."

His eyes narrowed, lips creeping up into a smile.

"Does this mean that I am daddy?"

You smack him in the chest.

"Shut up, Joel."

i fucking love nick's tattoos. they're just very flattering for him.

especially the one that wraps around his arm??? oh my god i'm in heaven. it fits his muscles perfectly!! imagine him with a s/o that also has tattoos. it's like a perfect match. he loves every single one of your tattoos. he always comes along when you get a new one. if your pain tolerance is low, he'll let you squeeze his hand. or if your pain tolerance is really high, he'll sit there marveling at how you're not flinching at all.

overall, i think that nick needs more tattoos.

I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS

dirty, dirty girl / eddie munson

one shot

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw (buckle up): smut w/ fluffy ending, cursing, daddy!kink, master!kink, petnames (kitten, babygirl, etc), lingerie, oral (m&f), face fucking, cum eating/cum play, orgasm denial, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickies, biting, little bit og blood, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, breeding kink, slight bondage (belt as handcuffs), rough dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, praise, degradation, aftercare (i think that's it but i could be wrong)

this is over 8k words... enjoy you filthy people.

you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch.

--

“robin, you’re sure?” you ask, nervously tapping your toe as you stand in the checkout line. robin rolls her eyes, shoving the lingerie into your grasp.

once she makes sure you’ve took hold she cross her arms. “as your only lesbian friend, i can assure you i’m sure you will look insanely hot in this. eddie is going to blow his load in his pants at the sight of you,” robin reassures with a smile. 

you sigh, nervously rubbing the thin lace between your fingers. “and the colors okay?” you ask insecurely.

robin nods, grabbing your shoulder. “black is sexy on everyone, y/n, plus the one we chose is particularly… out there? hot? so i don’t think color would matter anyway. but i mean, it is eddie, isn’t his favorite color black?” robin says.

“red, actually. but all their red options were too bright for what he likes,” you say and shrug. now you were next in line. robin gives you one last reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before you place the three piece set on the victoria’s secret counter. “you said we can get stockings at jcpenney, right?” you ask robin who nods. you pay for the pricey undergarments before you and robin head to get the rest of eddie’s birthday gifts.

a few days later and it’s eddie’s twenty-first birthday. luckily, he decided against getting super drunk that day and spent it with all of your guy’s combined friends. he knew he didn’t have to but he was more than excited for some good birthday sex and wanted to remember it all. 

the thing about you and eddie’s relationship was that even though you’d been together for about a year now, he still refused to get too rough with you during sex. he’d told you many times you were too innocent and he didn’t want to ruin that or go too far. but you knew he was holding back, and you were pretty damn tired of him treating you like a feather in the bedroom. he barely let you ride him it was that bad. 

he closed the door to your new apartment and immediately you were slammed against it as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. you let it go for a minute before interrupting. “wait, i have a gift for you,” you say, stroking his cheek.

eddie gives you a goofy smile, his childish side showing through. “but, babygirl, you already gave me my presents,” he says in slight confusion. you shake your head no and give him a nervous smile.

“i have one more,” you mutter and grab his hand, leading him to your couch. “sit here and wait. i need a couple minutes,” you push him down on the couch. you smooth down his hair, admiring his excited smile and placing a kiss on his forehead. eddie waits pretty impatiently as it takes you a whole five minutes to get whatever it was that his gift was. he swears to god if it’s an animal after he’d told you no…

meanwhile you tried psyching yourself up as you slid your jeans back on over the lingerie. this was quite nerve wracking for you, but it was something you knew eddie was going to love. you pulled your shirt back on over your head and took a deep breath. you didn’t look any different except your socked feet were now engulfed by dark black thigh highs instead. you recalled robin’s words from this morning, telling you to just dance and feel yourself how you would if you were in your room alone. so, here goes nothing.

eddie whipped around at the sound of your bedroom door opening and furrowed his brows when he saw nothing in your hands. he watched you expectantly as you walked towards the record player. “baby, i’m confused,” he states, watching as you picked out the record he had recently been oodly obsessed with. 

you chew on your lip as you set it up. “you can’t make fun of me,” you mumble, turning up the volume so the track would play loudly. 

“i would never, but what is this-” he’s cut off by the opening words of pour some sugar on me by def leppard filling your guy’s home. he watches as you turn and nervously walk towards him as the instrumental begins. “babe?” he questions. you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. 

“shut up,” you mumble as you try to transport yourself back to your childhood bedroom, dancing around your room as if you could ever be as confident as the strippers in the movies. you pretend eddie isn’t even there and begin to let your hips move to the music, easing into it.

eddie watches you curiously, not understanding what was going on. he watches your hips carefully and then your hands as you begin sliding them up your body sensually. “oh my god,” eddie mumbles, eyes popping out of his head as he realizes what you’re doing. your hands grope at your own breasts as you try and move your hips more harshly to the beat and eddie feels his mouth fall open in shock. your hands travel down, sliding over your stomach and towards your core as eddie wishes your hands were his own. you don’t know how slow or fast you’re supposed to take this, but you know you're anxious to see eddie’s reaction to your lingerie. 

you let your hands drag your shirt up, revealing the black lace of the garter belt you’re wearing before letting it fall again. eddie gaps at you, and you finally find the courage to open your eyes and glance at him. he was sat with his knees apart, elbows resting on his thighs as his full attention was on every small movement of your body. you feel a burst of confidence as you pull your shirt all the way up to right under your breasts, shimmying your hips and dropping down a little bit. he sucks in a breath, embarrassed to be already getting hard. after teasing your shirt, you finally pull it off and throw it to the side. “holy fuck,” eddie grunts, you smirking at him as you start to run your hands over the exposed lace.

you start at the shoulders, running your fingers down the strap until it divides into two, showing the open expanse of the tops of your tits. you trail your fingers over the top of the lace cup that begins right above your nipples, letting them fall to circle your hardening nipples a few times. your soft touch traces the under wire, emphasizing your boobs even more to him before your fingers flutter over the frayed edges. you turn in a slow circle, using a swivel of your hips to stick your ass out towards him as your hands caress it. “god, y/n, you’re so fucking hot,” eddie comments, feeling like he could start drooling. you laugh at him, feeling fully relaxed and really confident in your body.

your fingertips ghost along the waistline of your jeans before dipping under. “you haven’t seen it all,” you say flirtatiously, popping the button of your jeans. eddie groans at the tone of your voice, feeling a rush of blood go to his dick. he didn’t know where this behavior was coming from, but he wasn’t complaining. he eyes the garter belt as you reveal more of it, slowly pushing down your jeans. a small expanse of your stomach is shown along with little silver rings holding together the pieces and then he sees the top of your underwear. he lets out a guttural groan at the fact he can see your freshly shaven pussy through the mesh and lace of the underwear. you smile mischievously at him as you slide them down further, showing to him where the garter belt connects to your black thigh high stockings. 

you kick the jeans to the side, running your fingers up and down your sides as you move your hips sensually. eddie’s bottom lip is stuck between his teeth as you begin to turn, a moan leaving his lips as he sees it's a thong you’re wearing. he’d never seen you wear one of those before. when you turn back to him he holds up his hand. “pause, i need a closer look,” he says, his eyes dark and full of desire. you stand patiently waiting for him as he stands and begins walking towards you.

you eye his bulge and feel a strike of pride run through you. “did i make you hard? daddy?” you ask innocently, causing eddie to stop in his tracks. his mouth goes dry and he blinks a couple times. 

“what did you just call me?” he asks, voice hoarse. 

you shrug, fighting back a big smile. “daddy? is that okay? or would you rather me call you master?” you ask and eddie’s eyes flutter shut. “oh, so master?” you tease.

he takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth before beginning to stalk towards you. “both do the job,” he mutters, beginning to circle you as if he was a lion and you were a poor, helpless gazel. he closely inspects every strap, design, and location of the lingerie as he gets to your back side. he squats down, grabbing your ass cheeks in his hands without warning. you smile, figuring he hasn’t yet realized one of the most important parts. you shuffle your feet farther apart and then bend down slowly. eddie gasps as his eyes come in contact with your bare cunt. your thong was crotchless. “fuck, kitten, are you trying to kill me?” he asks, massaging your ass in his big palms as he thinks about leaning forward and licking your awaiting pussy. 

you giggle innocently and stand back up. “it’s so you can fuck me in it,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie feels as though he could ascend straight to heaven right then and there. “go sit, i’m not done,” you say, turning to face him. he looks up at you for a moment before standing. he wanted to go full dom on you so bad, but he’d never done that before. he was afraid of corrupting you, or scaring you with how rough he wanted to be. but how you were acting right now made him think maybe you wanted it.

he goes back to his seat on the couch, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling as his cock strained against his pants. you dance around the living room a bit more before making your way over to him. you rest your hands on his shoulders, rolling your own as you press your breasts closer to his face. he sucks in a breath and then you’re turning, squatting down to rub your ass along his lap. you sway with the music still before pushing yourself forward, holding his knees for support as you dipped up and down, sticking your ass out to him and shaking it once in a while. eddie kept quiet, drinking you in as he thought. he’d never seen this side of you, he didn’t even know it existed. 

when you turned back to face him you poked his shoulder, causing him to place his hands behind him so you could crawl on his lap. “babygirl, do you know how sinful you look right now? fuck, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he tells you, one hand grabbing your hip and stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. he tried his best to ignore the fact that your bare pussy was hovering over him, but you made that impossible when you dropped to grind on him. you tangled your hands in his hair for support as you swivel your hips and grinded against his jean covered dick. 

“do you like your birthday present so far, eds?” you ask, pulling his hair to get him to look at your eyes for a moment and not your body. 

so many things came to his mind as he hissed in slight pain from his scalp. “so far?” he questioned, digging his thumb into the soft skin of your hip. you moaned, causing eddie to rub harsh circles.

“you gotta fuck me still,” you comment, one hand traveling to his chin to turn it to the side. eddie sat up a bit, bringing his other hand to rest on the back of your head as you began pressing kisses to and nipping at his throat. 

he closes his eyes, feeling hornier than a virgin watching porn for the first time. “you did all this for me? i didn’t even know you liked this type of stuff, kitten,” he observes, massaging your scalp slightly. 

you hummed against his throat, still sucking a love bite into it. “you never asked,” you mumbled into his skin before moving to the other side to start another hickey. eddie frowns slightly at that, and pulls you away from his neck.

“well, what do you like?” he asks.

you shake your head no and run your hands up and down his chest. “i don’t know for sure yet. but it’s your birthday, and i want to do what you like. i know you hold back all the time, but i want you to let go this time. go full out, please, i want it,” you say, staring in his eyes.

eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “babygirl, my full out may be too much for you,” he says, rubbing your back.

you shrug and lean back in to suck another bruise into his neck. “we don’t know until we try,” you say as the last beats of the song fade out behind you. 

“you’re sure?” eddie asks hesitantly.

you pull back to look into his eyes, hoping it motivates him enough. “yes, master. i’m sure i want you to fuck me and be rough and not hold back. i want it so bad,” you say and eddie lets out an involuntary groan.

he purses his lips and takes another breath. “you have no idea what you’re getting into, i could hurt you,” he says.

you shrug, grabbing a piece of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “maybe i want to get hurt,” you say and eddie looks at you sternly. “what if we have a safeword? you go all out, and if it gets too much for me i’ll say it so we can stop and figure out what went wrong. that make you feel better?” you question. eddie debates in his head for a moment and then nods. 

“apple, say apple if it gets to be too much,” he confirms and you nod. 

you lean down, eddie tipping his head back as you bite into his throat. he strokes your hair as you do so, thinking of all the things he could do to you. when you pulled away he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. “do you wanna do this out here… or should we go to our room?” you asked, hoping he would chose the bedroom. 

he pushed himself off the couch, causing you to squeal and cling to him as he carried you to your room. he threw you on the bed roughly causing you to gasp in surprise. “you want no filter right? anything i want?” he asks in an almost angry sounding voice. he pulls off his leather jacket, throwing it down before going for his shirt. you nod, moving your thighs together as you feel yourself becoming wet enough for it to leak to your inner thighs. he chuckles darkly as he undoes his belt and button, shaking his head and pushing his jeans off. as usual, he didn’t have any underwear on. 

he crawls on the bed and hovers over you. “guess it’s time we go over some rules, yeah?” he asks, pushing some hair behind your ear. he watches your wide eyes look at him expectantly. “oh god, you have no idea how long i’ve been thinking these out for you,” he huffs, in awe that this was actually happening. he leaned down, finally pressing his lips to yours once more. he holds himself up on his fists as your fingers find their way to his hair.

you moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue across your bottom lip, opening your mouth. your tongues fight around each other, small moans leaving each of you. eddie finally pulls away causing you to sigh. “rule one, only refer to me as master. or daddy, if you like that,” he says, kissing your forehead. “two, don’t cum until i say so,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “three, do as you’re told, always,” and he’s kissing your other cheek. “four, no complaining. because master is being so nice to pleasure you,” his voice now getting lower and he also lowers himself to kiss your jaw. “five, no touching yourself unless i tell you to. that’s what i’m here for,” he kisses just above your breasts. you let out a shaky moan as his fingers begin trailing along the side of your thigh. “six, always use your words and make noise. daddy wants to hear how good he makes you feel,” his lips kissing on your stomach. “and seven, know you’ll have to accept whatever punishment i give you if you disobey,” he finishes, kissing the top of your mound that was covered by mesh. “you understand?” he asks, leveling his face with your pussy and stroking your thigh comfortingly. 

you nod, taking a deep breath. eddie raises his brows, no way you’d forgotten already. he digs his nails into your thigh, pinching it hard enough to make you yelp in pain. “y-yes, master,” you say shakily, spreading your legs for him as you realize you enjoyed the pain. 

eddie gives you an evil smirk before responding with, “there you go, kitten.” then, he’s diving down and going straight for your clit, not easing you into it at all. you gasp, head falling back as his lips wrap around your clit and suck it into his mouth. eddie had eaten you out a multitude of times, but he was always so slow and gentle. this new way had you melting though, you were going to get addicted. 

he loves how you’re reacting, basically making out with your soaked clit. “so wet for me,” he mumbles before diving back in and flicking his tongue through your folds. you hum, muscles clenching at how good he was making you feel. “you taste like heaven,” he says, pulling back to blow on your clit and watch you twitch. he chuckles, licking a strip over your clit and blowing on it again, causing you to spasm. “ironic, for such a dirty, dirty girl to taste so heavenly,” he smirks, watching you whine.

“master, please,” you huff, reaching for him.

“ah-ah, kitten, hands down. now, what are you pathetically begging for?” he asks, licking your clit quickly. 

you squirm at his short, spaced out licks as he waits for you to talk. “please don’t make me say it,” you whine, embarrassment flooding your features.

eddie hums in disapproval, pulling back slightly. “isn’t using your words a rule, babygirl?” he taunts. 

you huff, gathering your bearings before looking up to make eye contact with him. “make me cum… on your tongue, master, please,” you whine, your face heating up in embarrassment.

eddie’s eyes sparkle at you using such a vulgar phrase. “awe, babygirl wants me to eat her pussy until she cums, huh?” he teases, resituating himself.

you nod desperately, gripping the sheets in your fists. “yes, daddy, please,” you gasp as eddie latches on to your pussy once again. he scoots down, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders to get a better angle. he begins teasing your entrance with his tongue, loving the way your squirm underneath him. your hips buck towards him, a whimper leaving your lips. 

eddie gives in, beginning to fuck you with his tongue as your clit is nestled against his nose. his eyes travel up to watch you, his eyes practically forming hearts as he watches your lingerie clad breasts heave with each breath. he loves the way you taste, so sweet and musky. he’d bathe in your slick all day if he could. he let out a groan into your pussy, rutting his cock against the mattress as your moans begin increasing. he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to cum. but, this time wasn’t exactly going to be the same. he removes his tongue from your hole, moving to focus completely on your clit again, knowing that’s what finishes you off. 

“i’m gonna cum, master, fuck,” you whine as he laps at the left side of your clit since it was more sensitive. eddie picks up his pace, smirk on his face due to his plans. he sucks, and your legs begin to shake. as he hears the telltale breathy moans, he pulls away, right before you fall off the edge. you let out a cry, trying to pull your legs up to get more friction but eddie holds them tightly in place. “master, no, please,” you cry, feeling your clit throb at the sudden loss of stimulation. 

eddie laughs as you squirm, holding you in a vice grip until you stop moving. “see what happens to bad girls who don’t follow rules?” eddie asks when you flop on the bed in defeat. you whimper, grasping the sheets in discomfort. “awe, pretty girl. look at you,” eddie coos, letting up on your legs. 

you look at him with a pouted lip. “m’sorry master,” you mumble and eddie grunts, his hips involuntarily rutting against the mattress again. 

“mhm, i’m sure you are,” he tutted, digging his nails into your thighs. “you learn your lesson, kitten?” he asks, snaking a hand around to stroke your clit gently. 

your mouth dropped open in a silent moan. “yes, master, mm, learned my lesson,” you mumble, hips rolling against his fingers. he removes his hand, using it to deliver a slap to your clit instead. you yelp, causing eddie to smirk.

“don’t be greedy. i’ll let you cum when i want to,” he lectures and you let out a noise of discontent. eddie smiles, ready to edge you once more. he sinks two fingers into you without warning, his cold rings a sharp contrast to your burning skin. he begins pumping them in and out of your inviting walls, watching you squirm. he watched closely as some of your arousal leaked out of you and dripped slowly down the swell of your ass and onto your shared bed. he moved up your body, kissing along as much exposed skin as he could, fingers from his other hand snapping straps and dipping under them. “you look so pretty in this. can’t believe my sweet, innocent baby got all dolled up to look like a whore for me,” he cooed mockingly causing you to whimper. “you have no idea how many times i’ve thought about doing this to you. tying you up, torturing you a little bit, seeing just how much you’ll let me do to your pretty little cunt before you start to cry,” eddie says, stroking your cheek bone as his fingers curl inside of you. 

“daddy,” you whisper desperately.

eddie hums, “yes, kitten?” you close your eyes as eddie’s fingers hit that special spot inside of you. 

eddie knows what he’s doing, and fuck is he loving it. “can i cum this time?” you ask in a shaky voice, eyes meeting his.

the smirk that covers his face is a cruel one, and it makes your body shudder with arousal. “i haven’t decided yet,” he comments casually, before leaning down to nuzzle his face his your neck. 

he starts with slow, sweet kisses to your neck that match the agonizing pace of his fingers, drawing moans from you as your high builds again. then out of nowhere, he bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard. your hand flies up to the back of his head as you let out a small scream of pain and tears prickle your eyes. you hated to admit that it only made the knot in your pussy tighter. eddie ran his tongue over the bite mark, soothing it. your hand was wrapped in his hair as he kissed it better. but, he wasn’t so sweet. he moved to the other side of your neck, kissing and sucking before sinking his teeth into the middle of your shoulder. 

you let out pained gasp, fist pulling eddie’s hair until he releases his teeth. he pulls back slightly to admire the small red droplets forming in the place of his teeth. he picks up the pace of his fingers before licking the crimson blood, moaning as the metallic taste flooded his mouth. you moaned in pleasure, your walls clamping around him as your orgasm built sweetly. eddie twisted his hand so his thumb could apply pressure to your clit. “master,” you gasp as eddie continues kissing your neck, your eyes screwing shut. you clenched around him, thighs beginning to tremble. you really thought he was gonna let you cum that time, really you did.

but he pulled his mouth and fingers away from you, sitting back to watch you squirm. “no,” you cried, a couple tears falling from your eyes. eddie smiles, leaning forward slightly to watch your tear filled eyes. 

“kitten, you cried faster than i thought,” he observed, using his thumb to swipe the salty drop away. you whimpered, trying to clamp your legs together but you couldn’t. “mm, poor thing. i promise you can cum next time,” he coos, wiping stray hairs from your face. too bad you still didn’t know what he had in store for you. he gets off the bed and starts looking around on the floor.

“wh-what are you doing, master?” you ask, pushing yourself up on shaky arms. eddie hums in delight at your words and how adorable you looked as your body still trembled. 

eddie picks up his jeans, beginning to pull the belt from the loops. he gives you an evil smile. “well, i did say i was gonna tie you up, didn’t i?” he raises his brows. you gulp, looking from him to his belt as he comes to the side of the bed. “get up on your knees and give me your wrists, babygirl,” he says. you comply quickly, scrambling onto your knees, wincing as you feel the wetness from your pussy dripping out of you. “such a good girl,” he coos, stroking your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

he begins weaving his belt through itself before sliding it onto your wrists and pulling it tight. the leather bites into your skin as he makes sure it’s as tight as it can be. he guides you to maneuver to the headboard. you’re sat against it, looking at him with big eyes as he straddles you. “pretty girl, let me fuck that tight mouth of yours,” he says, causing you to bite your lip. he guides you to scoot down a bit, your back in a horribly uncomfortable position as he lines his cock up with you mouth. “if it gets too much, hit me in the thigh a couple times and i’ll stop, okay?” he explains with serious eyes. you nod, only for him to give you a stern look. 

“yes, master,” you say, earning a nod of approval and then the head of his cock is pushing open your lips. he slowly sinks into your warm mouth, head falling back as he does. he goes until his hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. he pulls back a little, only to start slow thrusts into you mouth. 

he grabs your head with his hands, using the leverage to push his cock deeper into your throat. he feels your throat flutter around him and he looks down. he wants to bust at the sight of you, watering eyes and mouth full of cock. “take it, kitten,” he groans, drawing back his hips just to slam himself back into you. you whine around his cock, a tear falling from your right eye. eddie smiles at you, sinking you down slowly until your eyes widen in panic and you begin to choke. he pulls out immediately and strokes your chin. “you gotta relax, relax and just take it for me. you wanna make daddy feel good, right? that’s why you got dressed up like a whore, right? was for master to treat you like one for his birthday?” he questioned, but you could see in his eyes this was also him waiting for you to use your safeword. you took a deep breath and nodded, opening your mouth again for him. “good girl, kitten. my good little slut,” he says proudly, using his hand to guide himself into your mouth again. 

he lets you adjust once more, but then he’s fucking into your mouth as if he doesn’t care you’re a person and not just a hole. he bites so hard on his bottom lip he’s drawing blood as he watches your face. spit was beginning to dribble down your chin and tears were continuously falling from your eyes as you deepthroated him, gaging every other thrust. he pulled you roughly down on him, chasing his release. “fuck, getting so close,” he grunted, your eyes trained on the drop of blood falling from his lip. “gonna cum in your mouth, yeah kitten, be good and swallow your master’s cum,” he says between heavy breaths. you moan around him and then his hips are faltering. 

eddie’s head falls back as he cums, thick ropes shooting in your mouth and down your throat. he leaves his cock in your mouth until he comes down. “let daddy see his cum,” he says as he slides his dick from your mouth. you open your mouth, showing him how much cum sat on your tongue. he grunts dropping down to connect his mouth to yours. you both moan at the mixed tastes of cum and blood filling your mouth. the salty and metallic taste causing your brain to short circuit. you knew you were so turned on that a wet patch had formed on your duvet, and you wanted so badly to have a release. “swallow,” eddie commands once he pulls back and you do as told. eddie takes a moment to collect himself and then he’s hauling you up and flipping you over.

you let out a noise of surprise as your face comes in contact with your blankets and eddie grabs you hips. “get your ass up, babygirl, yep, on your knees, good girl,” he says, dragging out the last two words. “daddy needs a minute to just look at you like this,” he hums, grabbing your ass and massaging it harshly. you whimper, your head turned to the side. he drags his hands up your back, slipping under the lingerie and feathering his touch over the lacy material. he even moves down to your thighs that are covered in stockings and rubs them. he admires your frame, wishing he knew where the camera was so he could take a picture. next time. 

his hand travels back to your ass, rubbing it before his hand pulls away just to come striking back down. you let out a moan at the pain, eddie watching in awe as arousal drips from your heat. “you dirty slut,” he comments, spanking you again. you stick your ass out to him, wanting more contact. your hands grabbed fistfulls of the blankets under you as you tried to control yourself. eddie played with you a bit more before sinking his fingers back into your awaiting cunt. he groans at the squelching noise as you suck his fingers in you. “this time, you can cum,” he says, placing a kiss on your reddened ass cheek and beginning to pump his fingers into you. 

a loud moan leaves your lips as he uses his other hand to rub your clit. he doesn’t ease into it, just hammers into you until you’re quite literally mewling in pleasure. “master,” you whimper and his fingers curl right against the spot you needed him most. “fuck, wanna cum, getting close,” you say, rocking back onto his fingers. “cum, kitten, cum for me,” he says, curling his fingers where he knows you need as his fingers continue abusing your clit. your walls flutter around him digits and you let out a moan. you feel the tower inside of you building and you’re almost to the top. “come on, pretty, master wants to watch you cum,” he says with gritted teeth and then the tower falls.

“fuck,” you yell, burying your face in your mattress as your thighs shake, knowing they would definitely allow you to collapse if eddie wasn’t holding you up. a small gush of slick pools from your pussy, coating eddie’s hand and dripping onto the bed. eddie finger fucks you through your high, but when you start to whine from overstimualtion he doesn’t stop. “daddy, t’hurts,” you mumble into the blankets.

eddie, however, doesn’t give a fuck what you say. “what’s that rule? you can only cum when i say so? well, i’m telling you now you’re cumming again,” he says harshly, causing you to whimper. he builds you up to your next high so fast and your whole body begins to tremble. “fucking whore, already gonna cum again? well, fuck, babygirl, cum for me, daddy needs to see how good he makes you feel,” he teases, holding his fingers against that special spot and moving them side to side ever so slightly, his movements on your clit never faltering. 

you’re screaming a mantra of daddy and master and eddie hasn’t even fucked you yet. he smiles as your body tenses, that expression changing to shock when you begin squirting all over his fingers. he takes his fingers from your pussy, continuing to rub your clit as he tries to catch some of your squirt in his mouth. your whole body falls limp as more drips from your pussy, a wet spot now decorating your duvet. 

  eddie strokes your clit as you come down from your high, and when you whimper he pulls away. you lay there, ass in the air as you feel numbness spread through your body. eddie pulls you up carefully, plastering your body to his. “what a good girl,” he coos, rubbing his hand soothingly over your stomach while pressing soft kisses to your neck. you slump against his chest, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. “you did so good, kitten. so good for daddy. did you feel that last orgasm? you squirted, mhm, master got you all worked up, you squirted and made a big mess. so proud of you, kitten, did so so good for me,” eddie mutters praise in your ear, kissing your ear lobe and throat between sentences. 

  “m-master,” you say weakly, trying to force your eyes open.

  eddie admires you, leaving one arm around your waist to hold you up and the other comes to stroke your jaw. “yes, baby?” he hums.

  you finally get your eyes open and make eye contact with eddie. you take a deep breath, clenching your fists to try and regain some lucid thoughts. “you-you didn’t f-fuck me,” you stutter. eddie’s eyes darken as he grips you tighter.

  “was gonna be nice and give you a nice break. but, now i think i’ll take you right now. that okay, kitten? gonna let your master abuse that pretty little hole of yours?” he teases darkly, his cock hardening once again.

  your lip quivers, knowing this very well could send you overboard. but, the way your pussy clenched at the thought of being fucked told you all you needed to know about your limits. “anything you want, master,” you say, looking back at him. eddie grunts, placing his lips on yours in a heated, desperate kiss. you struggle to keep up, feeling like your body was jelly. 

  eddie disconnects his lips from yours and pushes you back down. you let out a weak yelp as his hand presses your back down hard. it kind of hurt, but then your mind was being clouded with the fact that his cock was slipping into your soaked entrance. the both of you let out moans as eddie sinks into you. “babygirl, you can hear me, yes?” eddie asks as he bottoms out.

  “yes, master,” you mumble, voice half muffled by the covers.

  eddie soothingly rubs his hands up and down your back as he bites his lip. he knew once he started fucking you he wouldn’t be able to stop. “this is gonna be really rough for you, okay? once i start, i don’t think i’m gonna stop until i cum. i don’t want to push you too much, so if you don’t think you can handle it, tell me now. there are many other ways i can cum without possibly hurting you,” he warns. you think it over for a minute before making a decision.

  “fuck me,” you grumble, using the last bits of your strength to move your hips forward and then slam back onto him.

  eddie feels something snap inside of him and then he’s slamming into you as if he’s gone feral. “good girl, good fucking girl,” he growls. literally, growls. and then slaps your ass harshly making you spasm. he presses your back down with one hand, the other holding your hip so he can slam into you at a brutal pace. “dirty fucking whore, look at you. my innocent baby is just like some goddamn street whore. fuck, had you all wrong, kitten. didn’t know you’d be so dirty. mmm, fuck, should’ve roughed you up months ago,” he continues grunting as he plows into you from behind. 

  tears are freely falling from your eyes as it hurts so good. your mouth is also open, drool creating a small wet patch on the blanket. your whole body feels on fire as one by one your coherent thoughts fade away. he was fucking you stupid, and you loved every moment of it. eddie was lost in the feeling of you, mesmerized by the way your velvet walls sucked his cock back in time after time. out of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been this good.

  he only came back to reality when you started whimpering and your walls fluttered around him. “gonna cum again, slut? yeah, go ahead, cum for your master,” he grunts and spanks you again. you tense and then your squirting again, all over his dick as your body shakes. eddie moans at the sensation. he pulls out, picking you up and forcefully flipping you over. drool was covering your face, your eyes were slightly rolled back and tears were pouring from them as broken moans and cries left your mouth.

  eddie re-entered you, grabbing your still bound hands and putting them above your head. “keep them there,” he grumbles and you nod dumbly. eddie doesn’t correct you that time, instead focused on chasing his own high. “open that mouth,” he demands and you do lazily. he spits into your mouth, moaning as you swallow it without being asked. he could feel his release building, the feeling only heightening as he saw how fucked-out you looked. “look at me,” he moans. you use the very little strength you have to make eye contact with him.

  he grabs your legs, pushing them up to hook them over his shoulders. “gonna cum inside you, fucking slut,” he grunts, hammering into you at a whole new angle. your high builds up again, a sweet mix of pain and pleasure as a sob rocks through your body. eddie feels his high coming, keeping his eyes on you. “cum, one last time. now, kitten,” he growls darkly. his thrusts cause your whole body to tremor. your eyes roll back in your head and a screaming sob leaves your lips as the most intense orgasm rips through you.

  you squirt harder than you did the first two times, your velvet walls locking eddie inside you. he thrusts into you messily, cumming deep inside your pussy as you go limp. your head's pounding, and your whole body is flooded with an uncomfortable, fiery mix of pleasure and intense pain. you loved it, but you were barely present. eddie finally stilled, dropping your legs and nearly collapses on top of you. as he tries catching his breath, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you, keeping his cum in you, sobs rack your body. 

  eddie’s mind is so clouded with pleasure that it takes him a minute to come to. the sobs leaving your lips were nearly heart wrenching, tears covering your face as you tried to gasp for air. you were in so much pain, but you fucking loved it. eddie took a few more deep breaths, his brain clearing up.

  then his mind registered your sobbing and he was immediately pushing himself up to look at you. his heart dropped at the sight of your face, your body still jerking uncontrollably and he couldn’t tell if it was from overstimulation or your sobs. he pulled out of you and cupped your face. “oh, no. no, no, no, baby, are you okay?” he asks in panic, trying to get your eyes to focus on him. you let out a sob as your eyes meet his. “fuck, i’m so sorry, babygirl. please take a deep breath,” he says frantically.

  you lower your arms, hiccuping as you try to breathe. “o-off,” you sob, holding your hands towards his face. eddie feels guilt over take him as he quickly removes his belt from your wrists, not being able to really tell how raw they were before you were flinging your arms around him and pulling him close.

  he practically fell against you as you held onto his back like your life depended on it, crying and hiccupping into his neck. “shh, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t meant to push you so far. why didn’t you say something?” he asks, wrapping an arm under your frame as he tried to hold you to him. 

  you shake your head no, he had the wrong idea. “n-no. stop,” you cry, pulling back just enough to look at him. his eyes were prickled with tears as you put your hand to his face. “don’t be so-sorry. m’not hurt. i-i loved it,” you hiccup and eddie shakes his own head.

  “baby, you’re crying,” he says, not wanting you to lie to make him feel better.

  you stroke his cheek and take a couple deep breaths. “yeah, b-but, it was so good. never had- fuck, never had better sex. i want it to be like that all the time,” you say seriously, blurry eyes looking from one of his to the other. 

  “you promise? baby, that was really rough i should’ve known better,” eddie says, searching your face for the truth.

  “i loved it,” you confirm. eddie takes a moment before nodding and pulling you back closely to him. eddie slowly pulls away from you causing you to whimper.

  eddie gives you a soft smile, still weary, and kisses your forehead. “you wanna take a bath, or you wanna go right to bed?” he asks, stroking your hair.

  “can we take a bath together?” you asks and eddie nods. he slowly unclips your stockings from the belt and pulls them off, the panties following. he lifts your back up as little as possibly, carefully unhooking and unzipping the belt and your bra. he admires your body as he carefully peels the expensive fabric from your skin. 

  he puts all the clothes in the hamper before picking you up from the bed. “you did so good, babygirl,” he coos as he walks you to the bathroom. you hum, leaning your head into his chest. he sets you gently on the closed toilet seat and turns on the warm water. you watch carefully as he throws in bath salts and bubble bath, stuff he would never use for himself. “lavender good?” he asks softly, holding the bubble bath up to you. you nod lazily, watching him pour a generous amount in and mixing it to create bubbles. “i'm gonna go grab us some water,” he tells you as the bath continues filling.

  when he comes back with the ice water, the bath tub is full and ready. after turning off the faucet he places a cup in your hand, helping you to take a sip as you were still slightly shaky. once you’ve got some water in you, he picks you up again, carefully placing you in the big, claw-foot tub and helping you sit down. he climbs in behind you, pulling you until your back is laid against his chest. the bubbles almost consume you, stopping just below your shoulders. “this is nice,” you hum, looking up at your boyfriend.

  eddie gives you a sweet smile, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips. his arms wrap around your middle and yours fall on top of his as you bask in the presence of each other. “y/n?” he asks quietly. you hum in response, fiddling with his fingers. “do you want to get married?” he murmurs.

  you let out a weak snort before giggling. “birthday gift that good?” you ask playfully, looking back at him. he was staring at you with a smile, admiring you but you could tell he was also serious. 

  “more than that good,” eddie says, watching you study him. “but i’m serious. i know we love each other and i really don’t ever see myself with anyone else. if it’s not you, it’s no one,” eddie explains.

  you lean back and give him a kiss. “i would love to marry you,” you say as you pull away. goofy smiles are spread across both your faces as you help scrub each other’s bodies and wash your hair.

  when the water drains and you and eddie are both drying yourself off you really think about what you just agreed to. but who else would you want to marry besides this man? eddie picks you up without warning causing you to squeal and hold onto him. “i can walk now, babe,” you laugh.

  eddie just presses a bunch of kisses to your face as you giggle. “i know, but i like it better this way,” he says before setting you on the edge of the bed. he grabs a pair of shorts for himself, slipping them on as you stretched your arms up. 

  he walked over to you with a clean pair of panties in his hand and one of his shirts on his shoulder. he crouched down, holding your underwear out for you to step into. “up,” he says, making you roll your eyes.

  “eddie, i can put on my own clothes,” you say but stand anyway.

  eddie pouts and looks up at you. “just let me take care of you,” he says as you step into them. he slides them up your legs, making sure they’re in place before putting his hands on your hips and standing. he places a soft kiss on your lips, and then he’s getting his black sabbath t-shirt ready to slip over your head. “if you wanna do something,” eddie begins with a roll of his eyes as he tugs the shirt down the rest of the way. “do you wanna grab those other sheets from the laundry room?” he asks.

  you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek to go do just that as he begins stripping the bed. you laugh, remaking the bed and your cheeks flushing at the mess you had made. once it’s ready, eddie has the lights off and is pulling you towards him as he peppers kisses all along your face. 

  “happy birthday,” you whisper, feeling tiredness begin taking over you.

  eddie pulls back, tucking some hair back and admiring you for a moment. “thank you, baby. i loved my birthday. i love you,” he says, knowing those words don’t do justice for how much he cares for you.

  “i love you, too,” you mumble before pressing yourself into his chest. your hand rests near his heart, your head on the other side, one leg thrown across his thighs as your eyes flutter shut. eddie wraps both arms around you, holding you securely to him and placing one more kiss to your head before the both of you fall into a very deep, well needed sleep.

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based on prompts from @mila-solos @kittenxo-xo @asscheek-valley