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oneforthemunny · 14 days

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i hope i do this right!!!!

my roll is 2, A, ?

for you, my love, your roll is: dom!eddie, over the knee, and crop!

minors dni. spanking, dom/sub themes, thigh riding. more of a softer sexy vibe??? ok?? ok.

"How's that?" Eddie groaned, a hand smoothing down you spine, settling you into him.

You shivered when you straddled his thigh, bare pussy rubbing against the thick material of his jeans. Eddie swallowed back a groan at the feeling of your warmth on him.

"It's good." You sighed, angling yourself so you could rest your chin on his ribs.

"Comfortable?" Eddie's lips twitched, fighting back a smirk. He knew it wasn't, not really, but you both knew that if you wanted to cum, this was the only way he'd let you.

"Very," You muttered, eyes rounding so sweetly when they met his. "Thank you, Sir."

Eddie's cock twitched at the name, turning to grab the small crop, hoping you didn't see how his cheeks flushed.

The candles in the living room offered a romantic ambiance, the perfect scene for date night. No harsh scenes, no meanness or mocking, just you and Eddie, playing like how you used to, when you'd first started.

"I only have one rule." Eddie hummed, his free hand catching you chin in his hand, lifting you up barely, closer to him. "You look at me the whole time." He commanded.

Your body shivered, an icy thrill spilling down your spine. "I want to see your eyes on me the whole time. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." You nodded, hips already grinding into his thigh, tiny sparks of pleasure shooting through your core with every rock of your hips.

Eddie hummed in approval, lifting the crop with his free hand. His eyes left yours for a moment, lining it up with your ass, before letting it fall with the flick of his wrist.

You squeaked in surprise, hips slowly starting to rock, clit rubbing against his jeans. Eddie lifted the crop letting it fall in slow, rhythmic successions, alternating from cheek to cheek.

Your hands dug into his shirt, steadying yourself as you began to practically hump his leg. Your eyes closed for a second, letting out a small whine, that Eddie quickly corrected with a rather hard, punishing spank of the crop.

"Ow!"

"What did I say?" Eddie growled lightly. You pouted, movements stuttering for a moment. "Don't make me be mean tonight, baby. Keep your eyes on me. That's all I ask."

So you did. You kept your gaze on him, letting him watch each tremble and whine and moan, his wrist flicking and commanding the crop's rain on your ass until you finished. Hips rocking furiously, moaning, Eddie's hand wrapped around your jaw keeping your head tilted towards him so he could watch you finish.

You slid between his legs, stealing a sweet kiss that he tried to deepen. The wet spot on his jeans from your release made you blush. Eddie grinned, eyes darkening when you reached for his zipper.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked, arms stretching out over the back of the couch, still holding the crop.

You winced when you sat, heels of your feet touching the tender skin of your ass. "It's your turn." You grinned sweetly, reaching into his boxers, palming his length before you pulled him out.

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oneforthemunny · 15 days

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Ooooh, tasty!

I roll... 5, D, !

tasty for sure haha!! your roll is: rockstar!eddie, bent over surface, and hand!

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, degrading-ish, semi public sex / voyeurism?? mean!eddie. ideally, this is with nepo baby!reader too. goes along with their lore lol this is during their peak hate fucking time.

"Eddie," You hissed, his bruising grip on your upper arm, pulling you through the mass of people in the Malibu mansion.

"Can you stop? People are going to see." Your eyes cut to the people, most too enamored or intoxicated to even notice you two, but there were a few straggling glances.

"Let them see," Eddie sneered, jaw clenched tight with annoyance, pulling you down the hall. The noise from the main floor was getting duller and duller as the two of you disappeared to a deserted wing of the mansion.

"Let them fuckin' see. I don't give a shit. You certainly didn't give a shit when you let that motherfucker touch you like that." Eddie spat, his grip tightening.

You fought back a smug smirk, scampering beside him in your heels. You knew it would piss him off, you were hoping for it, actually. Letting Roger Knight of the band Nightmaricana grab your ass for a photo, a lewd Polaroid you hoped to get your hands on, mail it to Eddie in a few weeks to piss him off all over again. A reminder that his rival, arch nemesis got to touch you- it was too good.

"Oh? Is that jealousy I hear?" You teased maniacally. "Oh, poor Eddie. Why are you upset? I thought you didn't care about me-" You mocked, a sarcastic tone that had Eddie's teeth gritting.

"-Shut up." He barked, twisting a knob, shoving the door open so harshly it hit the wall. "I don't fucking care about you." You flinched at the harshness of his tone.

"What I do fucking care about is you getting out of line like that." Eddie sneered, slamming the door and locking it. He let go of your arm roughly, leaving you stumbling towards the bed. "I've worked for fuckin' weeks to get you broken in, get you acting how you're supposed to. And what do you do? You fuck it all up with Roger? Piss it all away and for what, hm?"

Eddie took a menacing step towards you, towering over you. You held your ground, glaring back at him harshly. "You go and fuck him to do what? Make me mad?" Eddie scoffed. "You're just makin' yourself look desperate."

"Desperate?" You snarled back, giving him an eye roll so bratty it made him want to tear his hair out. "Please, don't flatter yourself. I did this for myself, not for you."

"Really?" Eddie's tongue slid over his teeth, eyes narrowed at you.

"Yeah, really." You snapped. "He's so much better than you." You could see the fury in his eyes.

"He fucks better, he looks better, he sings better- hey!" You gasped at his roughness, pulling you by your hair off the mattress back to your feet.

You throbbed at the familiar blend of pain turning into pleasure. It had been a while, much longer than you were used to, that you'd seen Eddie. He'd been ignoring you, most likely out of spite, trying to get you to break and call him. Only you didn't. No, instead, you called Roger.

"Bend over," Eddie snarled, turning you around. "Bend over the fucking bed."

You didn't try to fight him, mouth pooling with spit as you scrambled to bend yourself over the bed. It was what you wanted, after all. You hoped it would be at Eddie's place, with all his toys and torture devices, but you'd settle for here... for now anyways.

"I get busy and this is what happens, hm?" Eddie shoved your dress up, scoffing at the tiny lacy g-string that left you nearly bare for him. "You forget how to fuckin' act?"

Your lips twisted, a sneering, sarcastic remark on the tip of your tongue that got strangled, cut off by a gasp. Eddie's hand slamming against your ass, rings on and a smack so loud it echoed off the walls.

Your mouth hung open, a squeak of a gasp that you barely made out before he spanked you again, mercilessly raining down on your upturned ass.

"You start actin' like a needy fuckin' slut, hm?" Eddie sneered, the stinging on your ass nearly itchy with discomfort before it subsided into a dull throb that matched the one between your legs. "Go out and fuckin' embarrass me. Embarrass yourself."

Eddie sent a wallop of a spank to the center of your ass, leaving you crying out, fisting the comforter beneath you. "Should be embarrassed. Fuckin' that loser? That bum?" He sneered, rings cutting into your flesh, turned around from the impact. He didn't bother to fix them, letting them imprint into you, keeping his rain of punishing spanks.

"That's alright. I'll get you back into place." Eddie spat. "This is just a warm up. You hear me? This is just to keep you acting right here. Keep you from embarrassing me again tonight."

You yowled in pain, back arching when his hand thundered on your sit spot. Eddie's free hand anchored on your spine, shoving you back into place.

"Better not let him grab your ass now," Eddie sneered, a final swat that had your legs shaking, slipping and slumping onto the bed. "The everyone will know what a bad little slut you are, won't they?"

You whimpered in pain, in need, in desperation, looking over at Eddie behind you. He was unfastening his pants, a dark, hungry, dangerous looking glint in his eye when he shoved them down, letting his cock spring free.

Your eyes rolled back when he entered you, fucking you so furiously, you felt your brain numb, mouth falling open as pleasure blanked your senses. He fucked you like an animal, hands on your hips, using your body to bounce up and down his length.

You clenched around him, fisting the sheets as you felt yourself inch closer and closer to the edge with every abusing thrust of Eddie's cock. You were so close, brain tingling, staticky with pleasure until-

"W-What? No." A flood of warmth followed his slowed pace, bottoming out and stilling, spilling his load inside of you. Your mind screamed, body frantic as your orgasm slowly disappeared.

"No, no, no, no, no. What-" You gaped at Eddie, eyes still bleary and foggy. "What the fuck?"

Eddie sighed heavily, pulling out and tapping his length on the comforter with a smug grin. You could feel his release slowly start to seep out of you, pooling beneath your ass and on the bed beneath you when you sat up.

"What- Eddie, I-I didn't finish." You blinked at him in disbelief. This had never happened before. One of the things that kept you coming back to Eddie, was that you always, always finished.

"Damn," Eddie shrugged. "I finished."

"What- Are you going to leave me like this?" You snapped, your shock turning into frantic frustration. "Are you going to help me cum?"

"Nah," Eddie shook his head, zipping his pants back up. "You want to finish, go get Roger since he's so much better." Eddie snarled, leaving you gaping and aching on the bed.

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oneforthemunny · 10 days

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1, A, ! (You don't have to write this one. 😈)

for the mind who came up with this game idea??? yes i do. your roll: cowboy!eddie, over the knee, and hand ;)

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, a little mocking. teasing/meanish!eddie.

Eddie huffed, tossing the shovel down with a dramatic grunt. "You're just gonna stand there?" You didn't need to see him to know that his gloved hands were on his hips, jaw ground tight in annoyance.

You kept your back to him, defiant and furious. Too stubborn to retreat to the house in defeat that you hadn't got either things you wanted, so you stood, making him painfully aware of your displeasure.

"I told you I'd help you after 'while-"

"-It's been after while." You snapped, eyes rolling hard. "You always do this-"

"-Oh, don't you even start-"

"-You don't want me to do anything because I'll hurt myself, but then you put the things I ask you to do at the very bottom of your to do list." You turned, glaring at him pointedly.

Eddie's lips rolled, eyes slitting in a glare. "I do not." He snapped. "I told you this morning, I'd help you when I got done with everything I needed to. There's things I need to do, and I told you that."

You scoffed, starting to retort. Eddie stepped forward, boots heavy on the wooden barn floor. "And you're just mad I didn't help you when you wanted to."

"You said-"

"-I said, when I was done." Eddie snapped. "I'm not done, and your whining is only slowing me down." You pouted at him, petulant and little embarrassed.

Eddie softened at your grumpy look, arms crossed over your chest, lip jutted in fury. "Why don't you just sit out here, and keep me company while I finish this, alright?" He nodded towards the small stool in the corner. "Talk to me nice while I finish this up."

"Why don't I just go do it myself?" You grumbled, stomping towards the stool in the corner. "It can't be that hard."

"Quit that." Eddie clicked. "I've told you now. I'll help you put the feeder in, just let me-"

"-I can do it." You snapped stubbornly. "You act like I'm incompetent-"

"-What?-"

"-Like I'm stupid," You sneered. "I am more than capable of putting a feeder in the coop-"

"-I never said you weren't, so don't start puttin' word in my mouth that you know I never said." Eddie was beyond annoyed now, teetering on furious, patience running thin at your little bratty attitude.

"But you're not letting me." You scoffed, throwing your hands up in annoyance, giving him a furious eye roll. "That makes soo much sense. Wait for you, even though I can do it, but wait for you because-"

"-Why are you being so hateful?" Eddie snapped, voice booming loud enough to have Medusa stopping in the pastures, looking at Eddie with caution. "I told you I'd help you when I got done, you've come out here and been nothin' but mean-"

"-I don't understand why I can't just do it-"

Eddie gawked at you, disbelief, annoyance, all mixed up and apparent on his face. "Are you- You're seriously fightin' with me about this still? When I've told you why?" He blinked at you. "What? Are you just wantin' a spankin'? Wanting to get on my nerves and piss me off so I'll spank you? Is that it?"

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, fused with furious heat. "No," You snapped. "I want you to help me." Maybe it was a little true? At least he'd give you attention.

"Alright," Eddie pulled his gloves off with a huff, tossing them on the wheelbarrow of hay besides him. "I've had enough. Get over here."

"What?" You squeaked, an excited thrill rushing through your body straight to your core. "No!"

"Yes," Eddie snapped, heavy soled stepped bounding towards you. You stood up but didn't back away, letting him catch you by the arm, hand firm on your upper arm. It nearly had you drooling, dominance oozing out of him, it was magnetic.

"You've been acting awfully mean all day," Eddie grumbled, sitting on the small wooden bench by the door, pulling you over his knees. "Shoulda known this was what you were wanting."

"I don't." You huffed, a half hearted wiggle over his knee in protest that he saw right through, shoving your little sundress up.

"Right," Eddie scoffed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "You've just been mean for fun then? Just to piss me off."

"You're pissing me of- ow!" You pushed against his leg, body bucking in the air at the first sharp smack of his calloused hand on your ass.

Eddie gritted his teeth, wrestling you back into place, before delivering two more searing swats to each cheek. You wiggled, writhed, put up on helluva fight- which he was used to, loved it, really. He'd told you at the beginning of your relationship, when you'd first started exploring your little dynamic, that you rivaled even the wildest broncos. "Rode and tamed them before, so I'll do the same to you," Eddie had grinned at you. "You're a lot wilder than them, baby, I'll give you that."

Your hips lifted when Eddie gave a harsh smack to the center of your ass, vibrations of pain and pleasure shaking right into your core, leaving you whimpering desperately.

Eddie snickered lightly. "Knew it, look at you." He tsked lightly. "Like a cat in heat, Christ almighty."

"I am not!" You whined, palms pressing into the wood of the bench, Eddie's hand pressing you back into place. "Stop it, Eddie." It was half-hearted, your body betraying you with every deep arch of your spine towards his touch.

Eddie scoffed, squeezing the fat of your ass firmly, grinning at how you squealed, your skin raw from his assault. "Should've just told me you wanted a spanking instead of bein' mean." He slapped your ass again, swallowing at the recoil.

"I didn't." You whined.

"Hmm," Eddie pulled your cheeks apart, looking at your drooling, puffy lips between your legs. So painfully wet, he could taste it, licking his lips at the thought of burying himself between your legs right here.

You shuddered, turning your face into your folded arms in front of you in excited shame. Eddie continued delivering sharp smacks to each cheek, a steady rhythm building, not missing the way your hips rose and fell, grinding desperately onto whatever was beneath you for friction.

When Eddie finished, giving you a final smack to the center of your ass that had you crying out, you looked at him with an exaggerated pout.

"Aw, look at you, baby. Just a pitiful little thing, aren't ya?" Eddie cooed nearly mockingly. He pinched your jutted lip lightly, grinning when you whined. "You gonna be good for me?"

"Yes," You purred, smug- you were finally getting what you wanted.

"Good." Eddie pushed down your dress, patting your ass. "Take a seat and wait for me. I'll be done soon."

Your mouth fell in shock, watching him adjust himself before grabbing his gloves and going back to work.

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oneforthemunny · 15 days

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A nsfw game, so fun!! My roll is 4,F,$ (for you to write) 😌 😈

ahh the first one!!! for you, your roll is: mafia!eddie, standing up, paddle.

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, daddy kink.

"Keep your hands on your head," Eddie's voice was firm, commanding with little to no room for argument, a stark contrast to his usual cooing soft tone he used with you.

"You move those hands and I start over, do you hear me?" You squirmed at the authority in his voice, tensing your arms that were already beginning to tire. You could hear Eddie behind you, rummaging through his 'play' closet, where he kept all your favorite toys- and some of your least favorite ones too.

"Hey," Eddie barked, you stiffened, spine straightening. You turned, just barely, hands still planted firmly on your head, looking at him over your elbow.

Eddie lifted a brow. "I said, do you hear me?"

Your heart jumped at the growl, heat spilling to your core, shifting from foot to foot, thighs squeezing, desperate to dull the throbbing between your legs. "Yes," You squeaked.

Eddie lifted a brow, a ringed hand wrapped around the leather paddle. You nearly whined at the sight of it. "What's gotten into you?" Eddie's tone dropped, eyes scanning your features carefully. "Why're you actin' bad?"

You knew he was looking for a sign, anything telling in your expression that he had miscalculated. That you were actually mad at him or upset, that you didn't want to play. He didn't find that, of course, because you did want to play. He was doing exactly what you wanted him to. He had since the luncheon with Rick, when you'd boldly tried to slip your hand into his pants over and over until he grabbed your hand, growling a warning in your ear that left you throbbing.

"I'm not acting bad," You huffed, giving him an eye roll that sealed the deal- you were wanting to play, desperate for it. "I just wanted to show you some love, Eddie."

"Yeah? And you know better than to do it like that." Eddie grit his teeth, twisting the paddle in his hands. "And you know better than to address me like that. You don't call me that in here."

You pressed your lips together, swallowing back a moan. Your knees wobbled, thighs pressing tighter and tighter. Eddie lifted a brow, nostrils flaring at your defiance.

He took a step back, a ringed hand holding your left wrist to keep you in place. You attempted to squirm, before you even had the chance, the paddle was swinging back, falling on your bare ass with a snapping fury.

You squealed, hands lifting off your head in surprise, reactively going to cover your backside, but Eddie caught them before you could. His large hand held yours wrists in place, bringing the paddle down again.

"What. Do. You. Call. Me?" He sneered, alternating between cheeks, punctuating each word with a solid spank of the leather paddle.

Your skin was already beginning to throb, itchy with uncomfortable searing pain that seemed to only go straight to your aching core. "Daddy!" You cried out, teeth clenching to try and keep your tears from falling. "I'm sorry, Daddy!"

"Hmm," Eddie exhaled slowly, grip loosening on your wrists. "That's what I thought." His hand ghosted over your hot flesh, squeezing your right cheek just to hear you whine.

"Get those hands back in place and keep them up there." Eddie commanded, stepping back with the paddle. "Move 'em again, and I'm serious, Kitten, I'll start over."

Your body trembled, goosebumps blossoming down your spine, threading your fingers together and placing them at the top of your head. Eddie tapped the paddle on your ass, a warning, before he landed a solid swat in the center.

He kept his rhythm up, building and alternating from one cheek to the other, while you danced from foot to foot. The fat of your ass jiggling with every jump, making his own mouth fill with spit.

"Now," Eddie set the paddle down on the large mahogany desk, slowly stepping over to you. Your body shook with soft sobs, sniffling wetly with your hands still on your head.

"You learned your lesson?" Eddie's hand rubbed over your ignited skin, a soothing rub of his calloused palms.

"Y-Yes, Daddy." You hiccuped, eyes shining when they met his. He had to swallow down his urge to push you up against the wall right there and fuck you.

"I think you have too." Eddie muttered, nose rubbing over your wet cheek. His hand slid from your ass to your waist, pulling you close to him so your back was flush with his chest.

"Are you ready to be good?" Eddie rasped, his breath hot on your skin. You shivered, his lips leaving wet smooches on your raised arms. "Ready to make it up to Daddy?"

You nodded, a whimper strangled in your throat. "Yes, Daddy." You sniffled, wet lashes batting towards him. "I'll be good."

Eddie smiled, teeth grazing over your ear playfully before he spun you around. He guided your hands off your head, squeezing your upper arms affectionately. "Good," His nose was nearly brushing yours, curly bangs tickling your forehead.

His hands went to his pants between the two of you, undoing them and shoving them to the ground. You looked, tongue running over your bottom lip at the sight of his cock, already leaking for you.

Eddie's hand caught your chin, lifting your eyes back to his gently. He held your gaze for a moment, scanning over your features before his lips twitched in a wicked grin. "Why don't you show me how sorry you are, hm?"

Your knees tightened, nodding enthusiastically, kneeling on the carpet before him, pumping his length. Eddie watched, your eyes never leaving his as you waited for his nod. When he gave it to you, your tongue licked a stripe over his leaking tip. Eddie groaned, head tipping back as you swallowed him, letting you show him how sorry you were.

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oneforthemunny · 15 days

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ooo i’m excited! 6, a, %

for you my love, your roll is: bouncer!eddie, over the knee, and dealer's choice (in this scenario, i chose a ruler)

minors dni. spanking, role play (sorta lol), and dom/sub themes.

"So, Meredith and I went to take some clothes to the consignment place downtown, and look what I found." Eddie's lips tugged in a smile, your excited demeanor was infectious, giddy standing before him with the plastic bag.

"You went to sell your clothes and ended up buying more?" Eddie teased, lifting a brow playfully.

You rolled your eyes, pouting at him. "Ok, but this is sooo cute!" You squealed, setting the bag behind you. "Wait until you see it. It's so cute, I had to get it- I had to."

Eddie snorted lightly, leaning back onto the couch. You looked over your shoulder at him before you turned, beaming with pride at your find. "Look," You squealed, in your hands and navy blue, green, and black plaid mini skirt. "Doesn't it look just like the one from the Marc Jacobs collection?"

Eddie blinked, swallowing the lump in his throat. His mind raced with ideas, looking at the tiny, flared skirt in your hands. Visions from his magazines, that he kept shoved under his bed, floated into his mind, springing new ideas.

You looked at him with question, brow lifted carefully. "Y-Yeah," Eddie swallowed, nodding quickly. "No, that-that looks just like it, baby. Is it from them?"

"No, I think it's from Saint Abigails," You shook your head, mentioning the Catholic school in the next town over. "But it's cute, right? I was thinking I could wear it when that grunge band comes and plays again. They always bring that kinda crowd in. Maybe I could get some extra tips? And for two dollars, I mean, how could I not..."

Eddie's mind started to wander as you rambled on, a masterpiece forming in his mind. It didn't take much convincing from you, when he finally brought it up. You were excited to wear your skirt, and get a little freaky in return.

"This feels like a bad porno." You giggled, tying the white button down Eddie had let you borrow, knotting it right under your lacy bra.

"Don't give me any ideas," Eddie grinned, twirling the ruler in his hand. "I'll go get my video camera. We can make a movie, baby."

You laughed, hands smoothing over your tiny skirt. "Mm, maybe another time." You purred, stalking over to him. Eddie leaned against the coffee table, tongue running over his bottom lip, eyes rolling over your frame.

"You look pretty, baby." Eddie groaned, reaching out to hold you by your waist. "Very sexy."

"Yeah?" You grinned. "So sexy I can get out of detention, Mr. Munson?" Your lashes batted at him, straddling his lap.

Eddie groaned when your nails raked down his neck lightly. "Maybe," He rasped, grip tightening around your waist. "But you've been a pretty bad girl, baby. Think you need to learn a lesson."

"Mm, and you're gonna teach me one?" Your purred, inching closer and closer to him. "You're gonna make sure I learn my lesson?" Eddie nodded, swallowing around the excited lump in his throat. "You'd do that for me?"

Eddie's jaw clenched, pulling you over his knee in an instance. Your squealing giggles of excitement were not quite what he expected, but music to his ears nonetheless. Eddie's mouth watered, hands smoothing over the skirt, teasing the hem before he flipped it over revealing your teeny tiny lace panties.

"Hm, think these are very inappropriate, sweetheart." Eddie ran a finger down the lace, over your clothed slit, leaving you shivering. "Think you're trying to distract me. That what you're trying to do? Distract me so I'll go easier on you?"

"I would never," You gasped, wiggling against his thigh. "I'm a good girl. I swear."

Eddie grinned, picking up the ruler. "I'm not sure that's true, but don't worry, baby. I'll make sure you're good after this." He tapped the ruler on the center of your upturned ass before bringing it down. A sharp snap followed by your squeal, bucking on his thigh.

Eddie held you tight to his side, peppering your ass with the ruler, one stinging slap after the other. You wiggled and squirmed, lifting and pushing away, moving so much the skirt flipped back over. Eddie simply tucked it back into your waist band before starting his spanking again.

By the time you were teary eyes and sniffling, giving him a pathetic pout that made him nearly bust in his jeans, Eddie decided to take mercy on you (and himself). Bending you over the coffee table, Eddie fucked you hard, letting your skirt fall loose and flitting with every sharp snap of his hips into you.

He decided later that evening, watching you rub your ass gently, folding the skirt and tucking it back in his drawer, that was his favorite purchase you've ever made. Better than even the lingerie.

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oneforthemunny · 9 days

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hey girl!! :) can 6D% be my roll pleaseeee

of course <3 your roll: boucer!eddie, bent over, and dealer's choice, which in this case, i chose a wooden spoon.

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, exhibitionism?? maybe a little teeny bit??

"How about we make this closing a little different?" Eddie leaned against the bar you were wiping down. "A little interesting?"

You hummed, lifting a brow. "Yeah? What do you have in mind, Munson?"

Eddie grinned, fingertips tapping on the sticky wood. "You get one side, I get the other, we see who can stack the chairs the fastest." His eyes lit up with excitement. "Winner decides the loser's punishment."

"Punishment?" You laughed. "That sounds a little freaky."

Eddie shrugged. "Could be, if you want it to be." His eyes rolled over your frame, lingering over your cut off shorts. "Definitely will be if I win."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes lightly, wiping under his arm before throwing the rag back in the sudsy water. "Fine." You nodded. "Dealer's choice."

Eddie's smile widened, you weren't even sure how it was possible, but it left you tingling with excitement, going to the front. He was a true gentleman, gave you the low top tables, calling out the signal when you both started. Flipping and stacking the chairs on the table, you were moving faster than ever, faster than the Blackout Wednesday rush. You were sure, certain, that you had won, moving to your last table with a smug grin.

"Done!" Eddie yelled, slamming the stool on the hightop for emphasis. He clapped his hands together, pointing at you. "I win, baby, I fucking win!"

"Shit," You muttered, stacking the chair with a slower, grumbling grunt. Eddie continued his gloating lap, cackling and whooping around the empty bar. "Fine, you won." You huffed.

"I did." Eddie grinned, stepping towards you. "And I know exactly what your punishment will be." You shuddered at his words, gripping the chairs legs, pushing them onto the table.

"Y-Yeah?" You tried to keep your voice even, to swallow down your thrill. "What's that?"

Eddie tapped his fingers on his chin dramatically, tantalizing you. "Hm, you know, I think you've been driving me fucking wild in those shorts all night, and I think you need to be punished for that."

"Oh," Your body burned, chin ducking shyly. You knew exactly what he was wanting. It was still new, something the two of you were exploring, finding more and more of a thrill each time you played.

"Come on," Eddie nodded towards the freshly cleaned bar top, wood still shining with water that hadn't yet dried. "Bend over for me. Stick that pretty little ass out."

"Here?" You squeaked, eyes widening with shock, maybe thrill. You liked the idea of Eddie putting you in your place, in charge and calling the shots, but not necessarily at work.

"Yeah, here. Where else?" Eddie shrugged lightly. "C'mon, bend over for me. Just a warm up. I'll give you the rest when we get back to my place."

"Eddie," You eyes him cautiously, thighs pressing together in contradiction. "I don't know... Here?"

"Baby, why are you worried?" Eddie frowned lightly. "It's just us here."

"I know," You twisted your hands nervously. "It's just... what if we get caught?"

"How?" Eddie grinned lightly. "No cameras, in this place. I locked the doors. I mean, we've never gotten caught in the walk in."

You burned, cheeks flushing with heat at the memory mixed with his goofy, excited grin. It didn't take much convincing, leaning forward after one glance of his hungry eyes.

"Uh-uh," Eddie clicked. "Take those shorts off."

"Eddie-"

"-No," He shook his head. "You know how I like you." He scanned your features carefully, his own softening. "Baby, no one's here. I promise. I'll check again for you."

You nodded, fingers toying with your jean's button. "Thank you." You whispered, watching him jog towards the front, yanking on the locked door, then jog to the back. You waited until you heard the familiar thudding pull of the locked door, hooking your fingers in the loops of your jean shorts, shimmying them down to your knees.

You planted your hands on the counter in front of you, ass out and presented just the way Eddie liked, the way you knew would drive him wild.

Eddie came back after a moment too long, just enough to leave you curious but not suspect- not yet anyways.

"Mm, look at you." Eddie groaned, reaching out to grab two handfuls of your ass. "Look fuckin' amazing."

"Thank you," You rasped, keeping your eyes forward. "Hurry, Eddie. We still have to take the trash out. Ellen's going to get suspicious on what took us so long."

"Alright," Eddie nodded, reaching for something you couldn't quite make out in his back pocket. "Do this quick then. Finish you off at home, how's that sound?"

You squirmed, a flooding rush of heat spilling straight to your core. Eddie gave your cheek a final squeeze, his hand replaced with something cold and hard.

You frowned, turning to look over your shoulder. "Wha-" The wooden spoon fell before you could finish your question, a gasp tearing through you at the stunning pain.

Eddie watched you, eyes dark but excited, a small smile on his face. You looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. "You said you wanted to try some new things." He shrugged sweetly. "This alright?"

You faltered only for a moment, the surprise shocking you more than the spoon. Swallowing, you nodded slowly, sticking your ass back out, looking forward.

Eddie brought down the spoon again and again, alternating from sharp smacks to harder hits that left you squealing, back hunching in surprise, dancing from foot to foot.

It was short lived, but enough to leave you stinging and throbbing, jeans scratchy and uncomfortable against the irritated skin. Eddie gathered the trash in record time, scrubbing the spoon furiously before flinging it onto the drying rack, the two of you racing giggly and giddy to the van and back to his place.

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oneforthemunny · 10 days

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Miss Evie!!! Can I request 5, A, & for the game please? 🩷

ofc you can <3 your roll: rockstar!eddie, over the knee, and dealer's choice! so for this story, i chose, hairbrush. also for those wanting to follow nepo baby!reader and rockstar!eddie's timeline, this one is based in their getaway for fashion week in milan (aka where sicily and sienna were conceived lol. read pieces of you and me for more context!) so mom!nepobaby!reader and dad!rockstar!eddie. while this does mention the kids, obv this is their romantic little getaway haha.

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, it's really softer and sweeter kinda vibe. not so mean but filthy ofc. it's rockstar!eddie.

"You just need to relax, baby." Eddie hummed, perched on the small chair on the balcony, blowing smoke into the beautiful skyline of the city. "They're alright."

"You don't know that." You snapped, rolling your eyes in annoyance, twisting your wedding band around your finger anxiously.

"Yeah, I do." Eddie scoffed, bumming his cigarette. "You just called them an hour ago."

"A lot can happen in an hour, Eddie." You snarled, eyes cutting at him.

"Look, Princess, I know you're nervous, but you know your parents won't let anything happen to the kids." Eddie soothed, voice level and soft, shutting the double doors and turning the knob. "Farrah's checking in everyday to make sure. You know they'd call you if they even thought something was wrong."

"I know." You muttered, shoulders slumping in defeat. You did know, of course you did. The rational side of you screamed it, hadn't stopped since the moment you got on the plane. Still, you were consumed with guilt, with unshakable thoughts that something was happening- would happen to your babies, and you were on the other side of the world.

"I'm just... What if-"

"-No," Eddie shook his head firmly. "I'm not playing the what if game with you right now. You'll just get yourself more worked up."

You glared at him, huffing in annoyance. Eddie moved between your legs, fingers cupping your chin gently. "Nothing's going to happen, baby."

"But what if it does-"

"-If it does, which it won't." Eddie looked down at you with a pointed look. "There's your parents to handle it. Jeff, Farrah, Gareth- hell, I make a call, and Wayne would be there in a heart beat. He'd drop everything to go be with them. All these people checking on Persephone and Kensington. You know they're in good hands."

You relaxed in his touch, his words soothing to you. You knew Farrah would go to the ends of the earth for her 'nieces', Gareth too. As much as you hated to admit it, Eddie was right. The girls were in good hands, they were just out of yours for the time being, and that left you feeling anxious and out of place.

"You're right." You muttered, placing your hand over his, cradling his palm into your cheek.

"What's that?" Eddie grinned, lifting a brow playfully. "Can't hear you, baby. Say it again for me?"

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. "Fine. You're right, you're right. I just- I don't know. I need to relax. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, baby." Eddie hummed, sitting beside you, his hand still holding yours sweetly. "You're a good mama."

You beamed under his praise, chin ducking to your chest a little shyly. Eddie's hand snaked around you, pulling you into his side. "You just need to unwind." His breath was hot on your ear. "We've got a childfree few days, baby. Need to enjoy it."

You grinned at his darkened gaze, rolling over your body, wrapped in a fluffy, hotel robe. "Yeah? What do you have in mind?" You purred, nails raking down his arm playfully. "Got any suggestions?"

"A few." Eddie played a long. "Brought a bag from home for us to play with. Any interest in that?"

"Hm," Your lips twisted in feigned thought. "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yeah," You nodded. "Nothing too mean. We've got to sit all day tomorrow."

"Fine." Eddie nodded, his hand moving up your collarbones, cradling the back of your neck. "Paddle?"

"No," You shook your head, nose scrunching. "Too much."

"Ok," Eddie sighed slowly, humming in thought. "Oh, you know what I found?"

"What?" You lifted a brow, tracking him as he went to the small duffle in his suitcase.

"Remember the tour of '92? Before the engagement?" Eddie's eyes lit up when they met yours. You nodded slowly. "Remember that hairbrush you brought with you? The wood one?"

"Yes," You narrowed your eyes at him. "The one you lost."

"Right, well," Eddie blushed, grinning boyishly. He pulled his hand out of the bag, the hairbrush in his hand. You gaped at him, eyes flashing in shock and surprise. "I lied about that. I really kept it because... it's stupid."

"No," You frowned at him playfully. "You have to tell me now."

Eddie shrugged, twirling it in his hand. "I dunno. You were leaving and I still had most of the east coast leg to finish out, and... I kept it because I missed you." You melted at his words, heart swelling with contentment.

"Anyways, I, uh, I found it the other day when I was going through boxes in the basement. Thought I'd bring it and surprise you." Eddie's eyes dazzled with darkened excitement. "Thought we'd use it like we used to."

Your cheeks burned with excitement, a smile spread on your own face as you nodded. Excitedly tugging off your robe, letting it fall to the ground.

Eddie grinned, settling on the edge of the bed. His hand found your waist gently, pulling you between his spread legs, bringing your face down to his for a sweet but sloppy kiss.

You maneuvered over his lap, wiggling until you were comfortable. Eddie's hand rested on your lower back, giving your hip a soft, affectionate squeeze.

"Wait," You hummed before he started, snaking your free hand to the middle of your back, fingers wiggling for his. He grinned, giving a soft laugh, lacing his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently.

"Let me know if it's too much, alright?" Eddie muttered, rubbing the thick wood of the hairbrush's back over your skin.

You nodded, inhaling gently, shuddering with excitement. Eddie lifted the brush, a final warning tap, before he brought it down. Softer than usual, but enough to have you squeaking, squeezing his hand at the impact. It was heavier than you remembered, packed a much stingier swat.

Eddie took his time, going from cheek to cheek, peppering your ass with spanks, hard enough to sting but not enough to be a punishment. Just enough to get your legs kicking, pussy peeking out, slick and aching for him.

"You're doin' good, baby." Eddie muttered, hairbrush falling again, a soft whimper filling the space. "Feelin' better?"

"Y-Yeah." You whined, thighs pressing together, squirming to dull an ache.

"Yeah?" Eddie repeated, giving another spank of the paddle right where your thighs met your ass. "You need more? Or you ready for somethin' else?"

"Mm," You shuddered, body kissed with goosebumps, the cold of the room mixed with excitement. "I dunno." You babbled nearly brainlessly, mind too consumed and blinded with need.

"You dunno?" Eddie grinned, softly tapping the hairbrush to the middle of your ass. You lifted your hips, just enough for him to see the puffy lips of your pussy.

Eddie twirled the brush around, an idea sparking, lewd and sinister in the back of his mind. Eddie ran the handle of the hairbrush through your folds, grinning at the loud gasp you gave, before sinking it into your sopping hole. He spent the rest of the night alternating between spanking you and fucking you with the hairbrush, until you were a brainless mess laid out on his lap.

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oneforthemunny · 15 days

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2, b, &

for your roll, you've rolled: dom!eddie, diaper position, and belt ;)

minors dni. emotional release spanking, dom/sub themes

"Do you need me to tie them up?" Eddie huffed, one hand holding your ankles in the air, fixing them back into the position you'd kicked out of. "Or can you hold them?"

"I can hold them." You whined through clenched teeth, blinking through tear blurred vision to see him. The belting he'd just started was already leaving you stinging and sniffling.

"Hey, are you sure you're alright?" Eddie stopped, lowering your legs gently, the half folded belt falling limply in his hand.

"Yes." You sniffled, swallowing back snot and tears, trying to keep yourself composed.

"Are you sure?" Eddie leaned forward, a waterfall of curls falling around his face when he towered over you. "Because you're the one who asked me for this. Are you sure- You're good? Right? This is good?"

You had asked him for it. Emotional and needy and desperate for any sort of release. You'd asked him so sweetly, Eddie was sure he was dreaming for a moment. Sliding between your legs, he pushed them up, told you to hold them while he unfastened his belt. It was your least favorite position, he knew that, one that got you wailing easily. He usually saved it for punishments, when you'd been extra bad, but tonight, he was just hoping it would break you quick.

"Yes," You gritted, an edge to your tone this time that had Eddie shooting you a warning glare. "'M fine. I'll keep them up." You muttered, hot tears running down your cheeks. You were close, close to your breaking point.

Wrapping your arms around the back of your calves, you pulled yourself into position, a rush of embarrassment at your exposure that left your chest tight.

Eddie hesitated before stepping back, wrapping the belt back around his hand. "Alright," He nodded, swallowing back his own uncertainty, trying to step back into the domineering role you wanted him in. "Just keep those legs up for me, sweetheart. Don't wanna hit your pretty legs."

Your chest swelled with heat, bubbling with a cry at his sweet words. The feeling of affection was short lived, replaced by prickling, burning pain when the belt striped across the meaty flesh of your ass.

Your nails dug into the skin of your thighs, whimpering with a cry that didn't quite break through. You'd barely registered the pain before a second spank came again, higher this time, hitting the more sensitive skin that had you crying out in pain.

Eddie frowned lightly, listening for the cry he was looking for. When he didn't hear it, he repeated the hit from before, another searing line over the same sensitive spot.

"Oh!" You yelped, legs straightening, nearly kicking him in the process.

Eddie held them up lightly, bringing the belt down again in short successions, hard enough to sting but not quite punishing. You were squirming beneath him, broken sobs coming out until he finally heard it- the wail of a cry, broken and tired, that you both were looking for.

"Hang on, hold on, baby." Eddie cooed, tossing the belt gently onto the ground. He lowered your legs carefully, mindful of your raw skin, a soothing hand sliding over your bare thigh. "C'mere, I know, sweet thing."

You sobbed, a dam broken releasing a floodgate of pent up tears and emotions. You reached for Eddie instinctively, letting him cling to you. Eddie pulled you close, nose rubbing into your wet cheek, under your jaw, pressing a smattering of kisses to the wet, tear stained skin.

"You did so good, so good, baby." Eddie muttered, feeling your face turn into his chest, a muffled sob muted by his t-shirt. "My best girl, aren't you? So good."

Your sobs were beginning to even out, clinging to him just as tightly as before. You knew you looked like a mess, snotty and puffy eyed. Why Eddie looked at you with so much affection when you looked this way, you weren't sure- you had a hunch that the stiffness poking your side had something to do with it, though.

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oneforthemunny · 13 days

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May we still play? Please!?!

My roll:

3, d, % (for you to write pretty please!)

🦇🎲👹

you shall still play ;) your roll: boxer!eddie, bent over, and dealer's choice! so for this one, i chose a slipper ;)

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, mean!eddie/ mean!reader, everything is consensual.

"You know, I forgot how fucking mean you can be." Eddie sneered, one hand pressed firmly on your spine, holding you into place.

You gritted your teeth, clenching in anticipation for the smack that came shortly after. A solid spank of the slipper across your backside, leaving an itchy, stinging imprint on your already aching ass. You swallowed back a cry despite the pain, fists balling, white knuckled over the small desk. You wouldn't break, not yet anyways, he'd have to try harder than that.

"And I forgot how fucking stupid you can be." You'd barely growled out before Eddie was bringing down the slipper again, three walloping smacks to your ass.

"Keep it up." Eddie snapped. "Keep running that mouth. See where that gets you."

"Because you'll do so much." You rolled your eyes, sure that he could see you through the mirror. You looked over at him, glaring at him over your shoulder. "You're all fucking talk."

Eddie's lips twitched, swallowing a snarl, and opting to shove you back down over the desk. He spanked you hard, enough to have your breath stuttering, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

"You know, for how much you run that fucking mouth," Eddie paused, looking at your through the mirror, a tight grip on the slipper. "I thought you woulda learned to ask for this when you wanna be spanked."

Your body flushed with embarrassed heat, his words leaving a vulnerability that left you feeling exposed. "Instead of actin' like such a little spoiled bitch-"

"-Oh, fuck you!-"

"-And pissing me off." Eddie's eyes narrowed, holding your furious gaze through the mirror. "Making everyone else miserable because you just need an attitude adjustment."

"I don't." You sneered, hands flat on the hotel's desk table, pushing up defiantly. He made you feel so petulant, burning with embarrassment.

Eddie's hand stayed firm on your back, giving you a sharp smack to the center of your ass with the slipper. You whined at the sting on your already sensitive skin. The throb of your backside beginning to rival the one between your legs.

"Oh, you don't?" Eddie scoffed. "You need a big attitude adjustment for how you've been acting. Like a little brat."

"Don't talk to me like that." You snarled, trying to keep your voice level though you were beginning to break. The mean mocking mixed with the harsh spanking he was administering was too much. Your nose and throat burned with the threat of tears.

"Don't talk to you like that? After the shit you've said to me?" Eddie gaped. "After you acted so bad at dinner tonight? Should've busted your ass right then and there at the table in front of everyone for that."

You burned at the thought. Eddie's harsh squeeze of your thigh under the table was enough of a warning, his eyes narrowed and furious at your snarky remark. Still, your thighs pressed together, a rush of excitement at the thought.

A thundering swat that left you gasping pulled you from that thought. "Huh? Nothing to say now?" Eddie snapped, delivering another spank of the slipper to your other cheek. "Think you'd like it if everyone saw you get put in your place."

"N-No," Your voice was strained, wobbling with tears.

Eddie scoffed, mockingly. Oh, he was so mean tonight. "Shouldn't surprise me. Is that why you act out in front of them? You want me to spank you in front of them? Show them all what happens when you're mean to me?" You cried out at the stinging slap of the slipper.

"Show them why you get so mean with me. Because you want to be spanked. That's it, isn't it? This is exactly what you want." Eddie sneered, delivering the final spank of the slipper that sent you over the edge, slouching into the desk top, body racked in heavy sobs.

He watched you carefully, shoulders shaking, rubbing your teary face into your arms, soothing the burn in your nose. Eddie's hand slid down your back, over the abused skin of your ass, swallowing a grin when you whined.

His hand dipped lower, sliding between your legs, fingers trailing along your slick, puffy lips. Eddie fought back a triumphant laugh, mocking you for your arousal. Instead, his hand slipped under your head, finger pushing into you just as his mouth slid over yours, swallowing your stuttering cries and moans.

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oneforthemunny · 13 days

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FUN GAME MY ROLL IS:

5,E,$

yay!!! your roll is: rockstar!eddie, all fours, and paddle ;)

for those wanting to know where this falls in the lore timeline of nepo baby!reader and rockstar!eddie, i'm thinking newly weds lol. as always, minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, nipple clamps, .

"How do you want me?"

"All fours," Eddie looked over his shoulder, standing in front of his 'wall of weapons' as he called it- racks of canes, crops, cuffs, clamps, and everything else he needed to play. It was an upgrade from the torture trunk he used to take with him everywhere, a must have when he built the house and added the sex dungeon.

You slid over the silk sheets, onto the edge of the bed, turning towards the mirrored wall that met the matching ceiling. You knew Eddie would want you facing that way, in the mirror so you could see yourself, see him. He'd blindfold you if he didn't, but he always preferred it this way.

"Mm," Eddie groaned, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked at him through the mirror, his tongue running over his lip hungrily, taking in your bare and exposed backside. "Look at you, baby."

Your body burned with pricking heat, spreading like wildfire down to your core. "What?" You giggled coyly, hooking your chin over your shoulder, lashes batting towards him. "What's wrong?"

Eddie's lips pulled in a grin. "Nothin's wrong. You just look good." His calloused hand smoothed over the soft skin of your thigh, up to grab a firm handful of your ass. "Look so good for me. I've just missed this." He sighed contently, nearly lovingly.

You blinked at him, hips swaying a little. "It's been so long since we've gotten to do this. Been away for so fuckin' long, felt like forever." Eddie muttered, his hand gliding up your spine.

"I know," You hummed. "I've missed you, too." You added with a playful smile that made his own heart swell.

"Good," Eddie hummed, reaching in the back pocket of his jeans. "I picked your favorite." He twirled it around, showing off the flimsy, leather paddle. Black and rounded, he got it in Amsterdam a few years ago. Eddie drug you into this lewd yet snooty sex shop, let you pick it out. An early memory of your relationship, that was just starting to bud and bloom at the time.

"Ooh," You giggled. "Are you going soft on me, Munson? Getting mushy with age?" You teased, biting your bottom lip seductively.

Eddie snorted lightly, lips twitching in amusement, spinning the paddle around. "Yeah? We'll see if you'll think that in a little bit." He smirked, patting your hip a little firmer than he usually would, a foreshadowing of what was to come.

He opted for the softer nipple clamps, adjustable and without the weight, a small chain hooking between each. You writhed in pleasure filled pain when he fastened them on, rolling your nipple between his fingers before hooking the clamp onto the hardened bud, grinning when you whimpered.

"Still feel like I'm going soft?" Eddie asked, gently dragging the leather paddle up your thighs, over your backside, between your legs.

"Well, you didn't use the clamps with the weights on them," You quipped, eyeing him challengingly. "So maybe."

Eddie grinned, softly tapping the paddle to your left cheek. "Oh, I see how you're gonna be." He couldn't even feign disapproval, much to excited for your little bratty demeanor. "Better keep those eyes forward, or I'll get the cane. Understand?"

You nodded, head moving to look at yourself through the mirror. Your pussy throbbed, squeezing around nothing but an aching need to be filled when Eddie softly tapped the paddle to your ass. The room fell silent, the paddle lifting, before cutting through the air with a faint whistle, a loud clap of impact shocking you before the searing pain did.

You gritted, back arching only a little, clamps wiggling and tugging at the impact. You lifted your eyes back forward, watching Eddie lift the paddle again. "Oh!" You grit, the next two strikes of the paddle, one to each cheek making you ache, beginning to build the painful pressure.

Eddie brought the paddle down again and again, building a slow rhythm that began to crescendo, alternating from cheek to cheek, to your sit spots, the top of your thighs. Your nails dug into the silk sheets beneath you, legs wobbling and burning with the straining urge to clamp together. A final spank had you sliding forwards, body shaking with pleasure, glassy eyed and mind numbed with aching need.

Eddie grinned, watching you tremble, falling apart in front of him. Oh, how he'd missed this- how he'd missed you. Sliding his jeans off, he crawled onto the bed, slotting his body between yours, pulling at the chain on your clamps, mouth hot and taking in your own. He pushed your leg up, hooked it over his hip, a wolfish grin spreading over his features when you whimpered, sensitive skin making contact with the sheets. Clawing to him, he pushed into you, head falling into the crook of your neck, a much more loving fucking than what you usually got after playing like this, but one you didn't mind- you'd missed him.

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