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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 7 months

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K follow me Astarion just sees tav like loving on children wherever they go and hes like?????

And tavs like ive always wanted my own child but i didn't wabt to ask you with every

This sends poor starion into a crisis does he was children how many

I think I have followed you. Let's see!

So for this one we got a lil time jump, ambiguous and vague setting and timelines with game spoilers present. M/F pairing because that is my go to and pregnancy is mentioned. Vampiric pregnancy also so there is some weirdness there (i made it up no idea if it's dnd accurate). Vague Tav backstory of a wonderful mother and going off to become a cleric.

Astarion was well used to your antics by this point. You had a severe lack of instincts linked to self-preservation, which led to a consistent pattern of doing, frankly, stupid shit. Stupid, but kind. Nothing that Astarion hadn't adapted to, after nearly two years of being attached at the hip you became pretty attuned to your lover's personality.

He could even go as far as to say that he had grown to love your annoying predilection for pious morality. Perhaps he loved talking you out of certain virtuous dangers more, but still. He appreciated who you were, he adored who you were. But Astarion was no saint, despite his insistence on attaching himself to one.

Which is exactly why he was far from amused when you signed him up to babysit a couple of brats. All for acquittances he barely cared about.

But you at least had the good grace to look guilty, "I didn't mean to! But she looked so tired and she said their anniversary was coming up and it's not like we got anything for their wedding-"

That was a nice try, one that Astarion wasn't falling for, "We didn't know of their existence when they got married darling. Just because I can't remember their names doesn't mean you can trick me."

"I'm not trying to trick you!" You whined, arms crossed as you pouted. It sure felt like a trick, especially when Astarion knew that you were well-aware how easily he fell for your sulking. Adorable little monster that you were, "It's only three kids and a baby for one night, it won't be that bad! You don't even have to help-"

Astarion rolled his eyes as he sat next to you on the bed, "I didn't say I wouldn't help."

That seemed to do the trick to get the pout off of your face. You perked up immediately, looking at him like you couldn't quite believe it, "Really?"

"Yes, really," Astarion sighed as you tugged you closer. Sure he liked to bitch, but he really would do anything for you. Even extremely annoying things like this, "I'm not going to sit back and feed you to the wolves."

"They're not wolves! The oldest is barely five," You laughed as you let him manhandle you, settling you into his lap, "And I am sorry, I really wasn't thinking. I promise it won't happen again."

Astarion doubted that, not when he was well-versed of your weak spot for children. No matter where you went you couldn't help but fawn over them, not to mention the insane lengths you would go to keep any child safe. It was a complete and utter blind spot, your kindness extending to them all, even the little scam artists and hellions.

It was sweet, if not extremely worrying at first. Astarion had been terrified of you finding out his past. The things that he had been forced to do, the innocents whose lives he had destroyed. But not only did you find out, you were forced to see it. Both of you were, and it had been worse than anything Astarion could have imagined. He had always found a slight comfort knowing that those he captured would at least die quickly, that at the very least they wouldn't suffer the same agonizing fate as he, just an agonizing death. But no, even that small comfort had been a lie. The horror of finding them all down there has yet to be matched. He had never felt more self-loathing, more pure disgust than the moment he had found those children, tortured and pale, all because of him.

How you didn't see him for the wretched thing he was after all that, Astarion wasn't sure. But he was grateful. You were too good for him. A fact that he was devastatingly aware of, but that wasn't going to stop him from keeping you.

He still thinks about it on occasion, despite the fact that he had done all he could to right his wrongs. They all at least had a chance now to have a life worth living, Astarion could only hope that it would be used. Their future was out of his hands now, a small comfort.

But despite his complicated feelings towards children, he was more than capable of handling them for one evening. And in all honesty, he truly didn't have to do much. He was on self-mandated baby duty, because of course you had to help out the infant that would scream bloody murder unless it was being held. Keeping her tucked against him was a move of self-preservation, if he ever wanted to retain his hearing.

Most of the night was spent amused as he watched you entertain a gaggle of toddlers. You were so... creative with the ways you could defuse their antics. It came to you so naturally, nearly like you were a born mother yourself. It wasn't exactly surprising that you were fantastic with children, he had seen it time and time again. Arabella, Mol, Yenna, all of which still wrote you letters, visited occasionally. Staying forever attached, even from a distance.

Now that Astarion thought about it, it was odd that you weren't a mother. Odder still that you hadn't never even brought up the possibility of having children together. You were usually so open with your wants and always encouraging the same from him. Just one more thing he loved about you. But... why hadn't it been mentioned? Astarion had always assumed it was because you didn't truly want any of your own, that you enjoyed their fun innocence while avoiding the more laborious responsibility of raising them.

Though watching you take care of them all, changing diapers and negotiating silly arguments with a soft smile of your face had him rethinking his assumption.

"You're good with them," Astarion said eventually after you had successfully set the older three down for the night, the baby still stubbornly clinging to him, "I don't think there's a child we've met that doesn't adore you."

You laughed quietly, walking over to kiss him softly on the cheek. Your eyes wandered to the sleeping infant in his arms, still holding a piece of his shirt in it's little fist, "You don't seem to be too bad with them either."

"Newborns don't know any better," Astarion dismissed as he tried to put her down in their borrowed crib. Tried and failed, considering how the thing immediately started to whine the second he attempted to pry it's little hand away.

Oh for fuck's sake. Astarion wasn't even going to try and argue. Instead he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall into the crib with her, seemingly doing the trick of stopping her from waking completely.

When he turned back you were staring at him with soft eyes, looking lovestruck at the simple act of him laying a child down, "Looks like she has pretty good taste to me."

"I don't think your judgment should be trusted," Astarion huffed as he walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the bedroom. He glanced back at you, his heart nearly skipping a beat from the sweet way you kept looking at him. It had his mind wandering again, those questions still nagging him.

Questions that he didn't have the courage to ask until dead of night, when he had you half asleep against his bare chest, "Have you ever thought of having children?"

He hadn't meant to blurt that out in the middle of the night, but Astarion apparently had a knack for starting important conversations at inconvenient times. Not that you minded.

You just cuddled into him closer, nodding against him with a sigh, "I've always wanted my own children. My own mother, Gods bless her soul, made it all sound so magical. Pregnancy, the early years, puberty, all of it. She loved it all. And I guess it rubbed off on me. It used to be all I could think about, before real life got in the way."

Astarion listened, a little annoyed at himself for not putting the pieces together sooner. You had talked so lovingly about your late parents, how you always wanted to be like your mother. Of course you would want children. How had he not connected the dots?

"But then I went off to the temple," You continued, "I completed my training, went off into the world to do good, blah, blah, blah. You know the story."

"So you grew out of the idea?" Astarion asked.

"Not exactly," You admitted, sounding a little guilty, "But I would never ask that of you love, it's not something you have to worry about."

That-what?

Astarion stared down at you, brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I know that the topic of children is... difficult for you. Considering everything you've been through-"

"I think you mean to say everything I've inflicted on others," Astarion interrupted, unwilling to allow himself grace. Especially when it came to the children of the Gur, "It was much worse for them than me."

You nodded, knowing better than to try and fight him on that particular topic, "I understand, but my point is that I can live without them. You're all I need."

It was comforting to hear, an immediate balm to a brand new set of insecurities that Astarion hadn't been prepared for. But even so... he hated the idea of you sacrificing even more for him. It felt wrong, "But-"

"But nothing," You interrupted softly, setting a quick kiss to his mouth, I'm serious Astarion, you don't need to worry. I'm happy, I love you, and everything is fine."

"I love you too," Astarion murmured, at a loss to say anything else. But the conversation didn't end there.

Astarion couldn't stop thinking about it, even long after the temporary children were sent back home. ou seemed so... sure that he didn't want children, and a week ago he probably would have agreed. But that was back before he knew that he was actively keeping you away from something you wanted. Something you had dreamed about since you were a child. And it felt wrong to be the reason for that, so, so wrong.

He didn't even know if his true feelings on the matter were real. He didn't want children for many of the same reasons he never wanted a partner. The attachment to another was dangerous, he was beyond unequipped to deal with others, let alone care for them, and the entire ideology behind love was ripe for manipulation and heart break. But then he met you and everything changed. Suddenly, caring for another didn't feel like a weakness, it felt like the strongest aspect of his entire self. Taking care of you wasn't an unwanted duty, it was intimacy. Something that he now craved. If all of those steadfast ideals could fall apart simply through meeting you, whose to say he could even trust himself when it came the thoughts around having a child?

Would having one truly be so bad? A little piece of the two of you, alive in the world? And perhaps children were annoying but... Astarion would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for them. He had kept his distance before, but now he was fully confident that he wasn't a danger, no with Cazador burned to nothing bus ash and his own bloodlust well controlled. And it's not as if he was incapable of being a father, worse men than him did it everyday.

It was a confusing place to be, this tightwire of indecisiveness. Confusing enough for him to start a bit of research. He was vaguely aware that it was possible for his kind to breed, but finding out the details was disheartening, to say the least. First he had to parse out the different horror stories of babes eating their way out of their mother's wombs with actual facts, which wasn't exactly pleasant. But the truth was that it was more than possible for the two of you to have child together. It had the potential to either be as noneventful as any pregnancy, with the cavate that the babe coming out looking slightly... dead wouldn't be a permanent state of being. Or it could be as risky as carrying a child could be, with pains and complications galore, even legitimate worries of internal bleeding from the wretched thing prematurely growing claws. Not to mention the occasional, intense blood lust that could occur, an experience that Astarion would prefer you didn't have to go to.

Looking into the reality of the choice didn't help as much as he had assumed it would. If anything it just made the whole situation more real. Even if he wasn't a vampiric spawn, childbirth was risky. Maybe not as risky for you considering how Astarion would move the heavens and hells to get you the best care possible, but still. The thought of you passing, leaving him alone with the child you wanted and would never see, would destroy him. Completely and utterly.

But then again... there was the magical alternative of everything working out just fine. The two of you were both beyond lucky in that regard, considering how you'd overcome mind flayer parasites and fought and won against a near god. It was more than possible that everything would be fine, that you would have a beautiful pregnancy that would end in an even more amazing child. Then two would become three, a family of his very own.

That... didn't sound too bad. Astarion was torn. On one hand, he was almost certain that he was willing to go through with it. Not just because he loved you and wanted you to be happy, though it was the main reason. But also because... he could be a part in making something good. A child that would never suffer the way he did, the way countless others had. One who would be loved, who would have the help they needed for their inevitable unholy hungers. Someone precious for the two of you to fret over, to adore and care for. He... wanted that. Or at least he would if you still did. Now if he could just figure out how to bring it up, maybe something could actually happen.

But luckily enough for him, you did the job for him. He had been pouring over another book dedicated to recording the births of Dhampirs in the area, only to be distracted by you loudly sighing behind him.

"What's wrong love?" Astarion asked, his eyes still scanning the page in front of him.

"Oh I don't know," You sighed, rounding the corner to sit on the edge of his desk, "I just can't help but wonder when you're going to explain why you've suddenly become obsessed with parenting books. And..."

You trailed off, ignoring his surprised expression to read the cover of what was in front of him, "'Vampiric and Mortal Love & The Spawn They Create'. It's not exactly your usual reading material."

Part of Astarion wanted to be surprised that you had already figured him out. He had at least been trying to hide things from you slightly, not that it mattered when you could read him like a book. And he supposed that blatantly reading things like this in front of you would eventually have an effect, even if he tried to obscure the titles.

But that didn't stop him from stuttering through a response, "Well-I, okay. I've just been thinking about options lately. Which you can't really do if you don't understand what they are. Hence the books."

You frowned at him, one leg crossed over the other, "Star, I already told you that you don't need to worry-"

"But I want to worry," Astarion interrupted, deciding that ripping the band-aid off would be the best course of action, "And if there is something I can be doing to make you happier than I should at least consider it."

"I'm not going to force you into this for that," You said softly, reaching out to twine his fingers against yours, "This isn't the kind of thing you do just for someone else."

Astarion was aware of that, there was an important truth to your words. But... "What if it wasn't just for you?"

You paused, your brow furrowed as you stared at him, "What do you mean?"

"I mean what if, and consider this purely hypothetical, what if I wanted one as well. What then?" It was as far from hypothetical as Astarion could get, but by the look on your face it didn't seemed like that needed to be clarified.

You swallowed, looking just shy of hopeful as you played with his hand, "I... well. I guess in that case we would have a lot to talk about."

That wasn't quite the answer he was looking for. He pressed on, "So if in theory, I did want one. Would... you still be interested in having one?"

With me?

He left that part unsaid as he waited for an answer, uncharacteristically nervous as you mulled it over. But you were smiling, bright and wide, giving his hand a little squeeze as you spoke, "I think that would be the only scenario where I would want it. If that's something you wanted."

"I think it is," Astarion answered honestly, done with being coy, "I don't know how, I... I'm not quite sure how I feel about you carrying something that could be dangerous. But... in general yes. I think I want this. I do want this. With you and only you. Whenever your ready."

The next part Astarion did see coming, his arms already open by the time you launched yourself at him. You straddled his lap, kissing every part of his face as you babbled, "We can wait! It doesn't need to be now but-I just-yes! Adoption, childbirth, I don't care. All I need is to have them with you. That's all I want."

"And that I can give," Astarion laughed, delighted at your reaction. He still had concerns, plenty of them in fact, but they were hard to consider when the woman he adored was so ecstatic.

He gripped your chin, chuckling at the whine you let out for him interrupting your onslaught of affection. You didn't have to wait long, not when he directed your mouth against his, kissing you deeply as a new wave of exciting, and slightly nauseating feelings worked through him.

He didn't know exactly what was going to happen in the future. He had no idea if he would be a good father, but he knew that he would try his damndest. He didn't know how the two of you would even procure a child, but he did no one thing.

With you by his side, it would work out. All of it, no matter how hard the road turned out to be. And that was all that mattered.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #spoilers #pregnancy mention #should i do a part 2 of this?#dhampir baby part two?#fun fact im actually so scared of pregnancy it sounds like hell to me #so pregnancy/child fics are very interesting to write #personally #i'm getting through these asks slowly but surely #nine more to go!

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msgexymunson · 2 years

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Brat

Dom Eddie x Brat Sub Fem Reader

Based off this ask: Can I request a fic where Reader is being a brat at a party (squirming while sitting on Eddie’s lap, grazing her fingertips over the crotch of his pants, kissing his neck while he tries to make conversation) so he fucks her in the bathroom? 🫠 your smut is so perfect - @munson-blurbs 💚

A/N: well this is probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written, what can I say. I love asks like this, short and sweet with a great prompt, so thanks for the push!

Warnings: NSFW, the smuttiest smut, some angst, a sprinkle of fluff, minors DNI you'll be scarred for life, talk of drug deals, reader being a brat, few seconds of dirty dancing with Robin x reader, fem!fingering, oral male receiving, face fucking, degradation (reader called a brat) very much dom Eddie being forceful/man handling/pushing, p in v unprotected sex, (use your head people) rough sex, slight injuries, aftercare

2.5k words (this was supposed to be a drabble bugger)

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Standing with your solo cup in hand, you stare at Nancy, trying to interest yourself in what she was saying.

"Where the hell are you right now?"

Shaking your head out of your daydream, you try to focus back on the here and now.

"Sorry Nance, what was that?"

Nancy tuts, following your eyeline; eyes finally resting on Eddie. He's standing side on, evidently closing a deal with some ex jock you don't know.

"Jesus he's your boyfriend, don't you get enough of him?"

"I suppose not!" Flushing, you giggle and turn back to the conversation, taking a gulp of overly strong punch.

"You've seriously got it bad. I'm impressed! He must be, hmmm... skilled?" She gives you a look whilst raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah, you could say that." You smirk thinking of all the times he's had you sprawled on his bed screaming his name.

"Well go on, get over there, you clearly need to get this out of your system."

"Thanks Nance."

You sway your hips, walking over to Eddie. It doesn't seem possible that you would ever get over how handsome he was, how hot he could get you by simply being there. Leather jacket hanging on his taunt frame, he leisurely laughs with the guy in front of him, holding his hand out to take some notes.

"Well they there handsome" you bite your lip, eyes darting from his gaze to those perfect lips of his and back again.

"Hey baby, having a good time?" Hands resting at your waist, his fingers trail patterns in your sides.

"I suppose. Just miss you is all." Your lips reach his ear, sucking want.

"Okay baby give me a minute, I got a couple more deals to do and I'm all yours."

Before you can protest he's pressing a kiss to your cheek and moving away from you, hand waving at some guy you don't know.

Drinking the rest of your punch, you huff into the wind, not that it'll do you much good. Eddie's already locking eyes with the loser.

Grabbing another drink you dance a bit to the music, albeit a tad more slowly, suggestively. Eddie's not even looking in your direction. He sits at an empty sofa, in full discussion mode with some guy. Restlessness pulls you in and before you know it you've collapsed into his lap, kisses making their mark on his neck.

Eddie turns to you, eyes blazing.

"I know baby girl, just give me a few more minutes eh?"

Before you can react he's picking you up, extracting a wanting moan from you; but as soon as the man handing starts it's over. He's placed you on the couch, alone, and he's waving at some girl.

That really does it. Some fucking girl has grabbed his attention more than you. Anger simmering, you pull yourself to your feet, eyes shooting daggers at the dumb slut that has taken your boyfriend's attention. A small part of you is trying to reason with the rest of you. You hear it whisper that Eddie is clearly just making a deal here, but you are loath to listen. You have been vying for his affection all evening and now he's laughing with some blonde bitch? That simply will not do.

Sashaying towards him, you flick your leg over his, hand tracing over his thigh.

"Sweetheart, give me one more minute ok?"

He pulls your leg off of him, eyes transfixed on the girl in front of him.

You sulk at his words, huffing into the air. Getting up to dance again, you reach over to Robin, grabbing her by the waist. Grinding into her, you notice how wide her eyes go at the contact.

"Woah, as much as I'm enjoying this exploration into sexuality, what's up with you?"

"I'm trying to make Eddie jealous."

You stroke Robin's jaw, eyes focusing on Eddie.

"Woah woah woah, as much as this is fuckin' hot, I'm not getting in the middle of this."

Robin lifts her arms up and out of the way, laughing. You nod at her in understanding and yet again try and grab Eddie's attention. Nothing.

Then you see him laugh. Throwing his head back at this absolute slut.

Stalking over, you throw your arm around his neck, other hand tracing the outline of his dick in his jeans, trying to show blonde slut here who Eddie belongs to.

"Jesus, what the hell sweetheart!"

You smirk at him, smile turning obscene, hips moving towards him.

"Come on sweetheart, let's go!" He smiles through gritted teeth.

Eddie turns his head away from you, clearly pissed at your antics. He grasps your wrists behind your back and pushes you, practically frog marching you out of the room. Firm hands lead you into the quiet upstairs, door opened to a nearby white tiled bathroom.

As soon as you enter, strong fluorescent light hits you, making you squint. Eddie's large hands roam against your figure making you forget about the harsh unnatural glow.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing sweetheart?"

Eddie's hands continue to rub into your sides, though the question remains.

"I-I wanted your... attention."

"Well, I could fucking see that. Why couldn't you wait?'

Face flushing, you don't think you can keep eye contact right now.

"I- I wanted... " Eddie's rough fingers make their way along your jaw bone, the other hand digging into the flesh of your thigh.

"Wanted what?" His voice is almost a whisper. A threat.

'I, I wanted all of your attention." You have the decency to at least look downwards. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"Well, you have all of my fucking attention. Why?' You can see his jaw clenching in irritation.

Your chin hangs low, eyes desperately trying to seek anything but his.

"I... I didn't... want you to look at... that blonde girl any more."

Eddie barks a laugh at you, rough fingertips squeezing your cheeks.

"Baby, I couldn't care less about her. You know girls flirt with me to try and get cheap gear, right? Hell, guys too sometimes."

You know. You did the same, many months ago. Nodding, wet eyes meet his.

Uneven fingertips brush along your jawline whilst chapped lips trace in the other direction. His mouth makes it to your ear, every word a hot mist that makes you shiver.

"That doesn't give you an excuse to be a fucking brat."

Suddenly, his hands are on your chest, just below your throat, pushing you backwards. You stagger, almost tripping over your own feet, back slamming into the tiled wall.

The breath has been knocked out of your lungs, mouth open in shock. Eddie grins but it doesn't reach his eyes. They glitter with something you've never seen before. Fear grips you, and something else. Something that makes your thighs squeeze together.

Eddie yanks your dress up and pulls down your underwear bearishly. A strong hand takes its place between your legs, cupping your mound. He presses himself against you, pinning you to the wall with his body, his other hand snaking to the back of your neck holding your head in place so you cant look away.

"Is this what you wanted?"

You gulp, wide eyes locked on his face, incapable of speech. He's never been rough like this with you before. All his movements are usually peppered with such love.

You nod, shakily.

Eddie slides a finger against your folds and you whimper. You can already feel your slick start to escape.

"You better use your words, brat."

Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes, unable to process how he's making you feel right now.

"Please Eddie."

Laughing mirthlessly, he scoff and mimics you. "Please Eddie. Oh now your polite, huh?"

Without another word he's plunging two fingers inside of you with so much force your nearly lifted off your feet. Your moan is hoarse and long, a noise ripped from your throat.

Eddie's movements are unyielding. His fingers stay deep seated inside you, curling onto you hard and fast. His palm is pressed solidly into your clit, grinding against it. The sopping, squelching sound your cunt is making is bordering on embarrassing, but you're so full from Eddie's fingers it's hard to care about.

You feel hot pressure building in the pit of your stomach alarmingly quickly, the feeling intensifying, almost shooting down your legs and up your spine.

"Oh my God, Eddie-"

"Yeah? My little brat gonna cum already?"

His movements become even rougher, face almost sneering at you with effort, squeezing your neck tightly.

You cum then, scream echoing off the tiles, tears spilling out the corners of your eyes. Eddie's hand fucks you through it until you're a babbling mess, hand pawing pathetically at his arm to get him to stop.

When he pulls his hand away with a wet sucking sound your knees buckle, you're only held up by the hand Eddie's wrapped around the back of your neck for a moment.

Wordlessly, he brings his hand up, turning it in the light. You see it's completely covered in your release, wet shining in the harsh light of the room. Sticking his tongue out he licks a fat stripe up his palm, eyes rolling back at the taste, before he wipes the rest on a nearby towel. Your thighs clench at the obscene gesture.

Eddie releases you and presses a kiss to your mouth, thumb rubbing a tear away from your cheek. The gesture seems so out of place, almost a relief after the harsh lines his face displayed moments ago. You nod at him, answering his unspoken question, is this still ok. He rewards you with a small smile which you return weakly. Knowing your Eddie is still there calms you slightly.

Eddie steps back slightly, pulling his jacket off and throwing it to the floor at his feet.

"Kneel."

You flop to the floor immediately, knees resting on the leather.

"Back up a bit. Against the wall."

You look up at him in confusion but shuffle backwards, raising your eyebrows expectantly.

Eddie grasps your face by the chin, looking down at you with a condescending smile.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck your throat, and you're gonna take it, okay brat?"

Your eyes widen, cunt throbbing at his words.

"Y-yes Eddie."

"Good girl."

A high pitched whimper leaves your mouth. Eddie chuckles lowly, undoing his belt and jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his throbbing cock. You open your mouth, tongue on display in anticipation. For some reason it looks bigger than normal. It might just be the fact that he's making you feel small.

You reach your hands out to touch him but he smacks them away. Eddie grasps the back of your head and guides himself to your waiting mouth.

"Tap my leg if you can't take it baby."

You hum your understanding, eyes trained on his swollen dick. Your lips wrap around him, softly sucking off the pre cum. Groaning, he uses his other hand to steady himself against the wall and thrusts slowly into you. Your eyes automatically shut tight, willing yourself to breath out of your nose. Thumbs pressed into your palms, you're desperate to take it. To be his good girl.

He bottoms out, your nose pushed against the thatched hair at his base, spit escaping from the corner of your mouth. Swallowing around his length, you look up at him through wet eyelashes. The look he gives you back is sinful, biting his bottom lip hard.

He pulls out slowly, almost completely, then thrusts back in. You hollow your cheeks, trying your hardest not to gag. Eddie begins thrusting intently, forcing your head against the wall, cushioned from the hard tiles by Eddie's firm hand.

Guttural moans fill the room as Eddie fucks into your mouth, using you.

"Fuckin- yeah, take it."

You can feel him twitching, but you cant hold back the gags, retching sound coming from your mouth. Defeated, you have to tap out.

Eddie pulls out. Spit bubbles down your chin and tears form in your eyes as you wipe your mouth.

"I'm sorry Eddie I-"

Eddie pulls you to your feet, feral look plastered across his features. He pulls you in for a searing kiss then spins you around so your pressed against the wall.

He kicks your feet apart so you spread your legs wider. Hot breath hits the shell of your ear.

"If you can't handle me in your throat then I suppose I'll just have to fuck the brat out of you."

Quivering at his words you feel the tip of his cock breach your entrance. Without warning he pushes into you right up to the hilt, pulsing dick hitting your cervix.

No time to adjust. Eddie's rutting into you like an animal, one hand on the wall, the other pulling you by the hair. You sob, tears streaking your face, moaning and babbling. Eddie is grunting with each violent thrust, air forced out of his lungs with effort. Each pound hitting your soft spot with ease, turning you into a broken mess.

You feel your impending orgasm twist your belly into knots, cunt throbbing, blood hammering. Opening your mouth, you scream but no sound comes out, spasming, coming violently around his cock.

Eddie's next thrusts push you into the wall, face smashed against the cool tiles. He pounds into you, unrelenting, until finally his hips stutter and his release coats your insides.

Panting he pushes his weight off of you slightly, hand moving to stroke your cheek, feather touches caressing the hairs stuck to your sweaty skin. Planting a soft kiss, he leaves your insides with a hiss so you can turn.

"You okay sweetheart?" Concern fills those doe eyes of his, worried he pushed you too far.

"...yeah." your voice sounds small and childish almost. Meek.

He wraps you in his arms tightly, thumbs rubbing your back with care.

"Sorry sweetheart."

"No I'm sorry I was being a brat. Eddie that was-"

"I know, too much, I didn't-"

"That was fucking incredible." You stare at him with glossy eyes.

"Shit, really?" You nod emphatically.

"The fuck did I do to deserve you?" He kisses your temple.

"We better get cleaned up and out of here princess."

You glance over to the mirror and shock hits you. Your hair looks unrecognisable. Your makeup has ran down your cheeks, some spit still dribbles off the end of your chin and tears have run rivets down your face. Somehow, there's a small bruise forming under your eye and your dress strap has snapped. Eddie doesn't look much better, bangs plastered to his face with sweat, red faced, and still a little wild eyed. A smear of blood is down his chin, you presume from biting his own lip.

"Well at least we look like we had fun." You giggle, turning back to him to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

"So, clean up, sneak home, cuddle?"

Eddie winks at you. "Sounds like a plan brat."

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