I AM BIMBO!DOLL!

“Can you run the cables behind the drums? Jeff almost ate shit on stage last week”

With hours until the show, Eddie was busy, supervising and calling the shots as the crew set up the stage — and he looked great. 

You were watching, resting back against some boxes by the stage. He had his hair in a bun, just a few strands adorning his face, black tee, sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, thigh jeans that hugged his ass, chains hanging from his hips. And, most importantly, draped across his forearm, your daughter, Scarlett. Quite literally, the sight of your dreams. 

Your eyes kept scanning him entirely, running up and down. They stopped at the baby in his arm, chubby legs hanging from each side as he pressed her to his body, keeping her in place. She was agitated, grabbing at his hand, trying to shove his fingers into her mouth to use them as teethers. 

He adjusted her without even looking away from the stage. “Can’t eat that, angel” he pressed a kiss to her hair, brushing it back with his free hand. 

She protested as his fingers pulled away from her mouth, letting out an angry noise and scrunching her nose in frustration. 

You were unable to stop admiring him, so in his element — rockstar and dad, what an uniquely perfect combination. You couldn’t help but notice how he was in control, focused, sharp, giving instructions with such certainty. And his fingers when he pointed, or when he pressed them to his lips, thinking and observing if the stage felt right. 

“Right” he called out, lifting Scarlett to sit up straight on his arm, “that’s better, just finish the rest like that” 

Eddie made his way to you as the crew finished setting up the stage, unhooking a pacifier from one of the chains on his hip and handing you the baby. “Need a smoke” 

You just nodded, still hypnotized by the scene you had witnessed. Your eyes followed him, landing on his ass as he walked to the back door of the venue. Then up, where the thin shirt was clinging to his back, highlighting his shoulders. 

When you finally came to your senses, you adjusted Scarlett in your arms and looked at her, tiny arm reaching out for Eddie. “You wanna see daddy? Me too”

You walked to the door, only peeking through the crack he left open. He was leaning on the brick wall, foot up against it, bringing the cigarette up to his lips and lighting it. His head tilted back at the first drag. He was truly mesmerizing and you couldn’t keep yourself from watching. You tried to be quiet, not make him notice, but when Scarlett squealed, he caught you. 

A smirk formed on his face before blowing out the smoke. What?, he mouthed, without making a sound.

Nothing, you mouthed back, shaking your head. If you weren’t inside the dark venue, Eddie would’ve caught how you blushed.

He took a couple more drags, but didn’t finish the cigarette, just crushed it under his boot and made his way back in. Scarlett immediately leaned toward him and he grinned, taking her from you. 

“Missed me, pretty girl?” he whispered into her hair. “Looks like you’re not the only one” he teased.Your hand sneaked around his waist, reaching his back pocket to discreetly feel his ass. “You okay? Seem a bit agitated” he smirked. 

“You mean horny?” you whispered, almost laughing at yourself.

He rolled his eyes, “after the show, yeah?”

You bit back a smile, nodding and reaching for a quick kiss. “After the show” you agreed. 

You had divergent views on L.A. show nights. Eddie seemed to not enjoy them as much because to him, waking up in his own bed didn’t feel like a concert day. On the other hand, you loved them, getting to feel at least a bit normal, coming back to your own home after work like other families. 

But that night, you were both happy to be home. 

Eddie walked in with Scarlett’s carrier, holding the door for you as you took her bag. You walked in quietly, following him into the baby’s room. 

“You wanna transfer her?” he whispered.

You nodded, already dreading what would happen if you accidentally woke her up that late. After a deep breath, you reached into the carrier, carefully lifting her out, both you and Eddie making ‘shhshh’ noises with your mouths. You managed to lower her down into the crib, adjust her pacifier and finally breathe again. 

Eddie almost chuckled when you both sighed at the same time. He made sure to turn off the lights and check the room temperature before you walked out and carefully shut the door. 

“Can I blow you?”

Eddie looked down at you, hand brushing your hair behind your ear, not even fazed by the bluntness of your words, just a smirk on his lips. “Yeah”

You moved to your room, leather jackets being dropped by the door. Eddie lay back immediately, on the edge of the bed, watching as you took off each item of clothing. 

First the tight black skirt, revealing that your stockings were being held up by a garter belt that sat around your waist. Then the t-shirt of his band, off and on the floor, now revealing the matching black set you had underneath. 

“Help me with my boot, baby?” you asked innocently, lifting one leg to step right between his thighs, if you pressed down, you’d step on his crotch. 

He moved silently, one hand reaching for your calf as the other undid the laces and his lips pressed a kiss to your knee, over the sheer fabric of your stockings. Once he slipped off the boot you did the same with the other leg as you unhooked the latches of the garter. 

“So you did this on purpose”

“You should’ve known” you smirked, freeing your foot from his hold. 

Eddie nodded once, “yes, I should’ve known.” He reached out for your hips — thumb running against the bat tattoo on your hipbone, the one you got just days before your wedding, to match his — pulling you closer. “Gonna get down on your knees for me?”

You nodded, kneeling in front of him, hands running up and down his thighs. His hand immediately met the back of your head, guiding you down to nuzzle at his crotch. Just from having your face pressed against it, you could feel he was already hard — you hadn’t even touched him yet. 

You were too desperate to tease, so your hands reached to unbutton and unzip his jeans,tugging them down with his boxers when he lifted his hips. His cock sprung out, red and pretty, begging to be touched — and you wasted no time. 

Your hand reached for his base, angling him toward your mouth. Your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his tip before spitting down on it. Your tongue darted out to spread the saliva all over him before you took him in. 

You dipped lower, taking everything just for a second, the inevitable gag making more spit spill over his cock, just the way you wanted. Your hand slipped up and down his shaft, smearing it around to make your mouth glide down easily. 

You felt his hand on the back of your head again, fingers between strands of hair, as he looked down at you, just as a warning before pushing you down. His head fell back with a groan as held you down just to your limit. 

“Perfect doll. Been waiting all day for this, huh? Will do everything I want.” 

You nodded and he let go of you, tears in your eyes, threatening to spill out and smear your eyeliner. But you don’t care, you just wanted to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth. So you took him back in, this time bobbing your head, your lips dragging against the sensitive skin of his cock while your tongue worked the underside. 

You could feel the back of his rings on your scalp as he pressed you down. Your eyes fluttered shut every time his tip hit the back of your throat and he loved watching it. You sucked harder around him, hallowing your cheeks to make him feel every inch of your mouth. 

Eddie groaned, falling back to his elbows and letting you work freely on him. You worked faster, enjoying the feeling of being full. Your hands gripped his thighs and your nails dug into the skin, and Eddie absolutely loved it — especially after you were done when the marks were still burning. 

“Ah” he hissed. “That’s enough sweetheart, fuck” His fingers tangled in your hair and yanked you off his cock. 

The view in front of Eddie was better than anything he had ever seen — his wife on her knees, eyes red and teary, lips swollen and used, a string of thick saliva connecting them to his cock. 

“You are the prettiest little thing I've ever seen” he spoke, slowly, swiping his thumb on your lips and pressing it past them. “Just love having your mouth full, don’t ya?” 

You nodded up at him, sucking his thumb and running your tongue around it. He pulled out his finger, smearing saliva all over your lips and your chin. 

“Come up here”

Eddie helped you up from the ground and guided you to sit across his lap. His hand moved to your cunt immediately, fingers pressing the wet fabric to your skin as you pulled him into a kiss. When you started moving your hips, his hand dipped inside your panties, fingers diving and running between your folds. 

You moaned into the kiss, feeling him gather your wetness to circle your clit. Your hands dived into his hair, fingers and nails running up the nape of his neck to get a reaction out of him. He grunted into your mouth and you smiled — but your pride was quickly cut off when his fingers slipped inside. 

“Fuck- Eds” you whimpered, the anticipation of the day making you extra sensitive. 

His lips met your neck, nose pressed against the weak spot under your ear. “Wanna tell me what got you so worked up, doll?” 

You shook your head, actually embarrassed to admit that everything about him had been turning you on — from the moment he woke up in the early morning to grab the baby, to the way he performed on stage that night. 

His hand came down on your bare thigh with a strike, making you jolt. “Not gonna tell me?” 

“Can’t” you spoke, concentrated on the feeling of his fingers inside you. Eddie hummed, as if to say why not? “T’s embarrassing” 

“Embarrassing? You seemed so confident just minutes ago, how are you embarrassed now?” he teased, whispering to your neck. 

“Eddie” you whined, letting your hand dive under his shirt, fingers running against the warm skin. 

“Let’s make a deal, then. I’ll fuck you really hard into the mattress, make you cum real nice, cry a little and then, later, when you’re too fucked out to care, you tell me. How about that?” 

You nodded, but only because you didn’t want him to stop touching you. His thumb was pressing on your clit as his fingers curled up inside you, every twitch of your hips being almost too much as you approached the edge of pleasure. Your eyes fell shut as Eddie worked your neck, thighs closing around his wrist as you came. 

He waited a couple seconds, watching you ride every last wave of pleasure, before pushing you off his lap. “Bed. On your knees, face on the pillows. Want you arched pretty for me, yeah?”

You nodded, watching him stand too, before taking your spot on the bed. You could hear his clothes hit the floor as you waited impatiently for his touch back on you. But Eddie loved to tease you, prove that he had much more control than you. 

“Don’t move” was all he said before you heard the door open. 

You blindly obeyed, only hearing shuffling and footsteps coming from outside the room as you waited. By the time Eddie came back you could already smell the smoke of his cigarette. 

You felt his body behind yours, hand running up your calves and your thighs before his finger tugged on your thong and snapped the band against your skin. A cloud of smoke formed in the room as his hands kept exploring your body, pulling your underwear down, fingers running through the wet folds, teasing your asshole, your clit — everything to make you squirm. 

He walked over to the nightstand, stubbing his half smoked cigarette down on the ashtray. You watched as he moved, body completely bare. Eddie looked right back at you, hand reached out to brush your hair. 

“Prettiest doll” he whispered before taking back his spot behind you. 

His fingers swiped between your lips one last time before bending over to do the same with his tongue. His warm mouth touched your cunt, hands spreading your cheeks apart to lick into you, lapping all the way from your clit to your asshole. Your hand reached back for his hair, pressing him closer — but Eddie quickly grabbed for your wrist, reaching for the other to join them behind your back. 

Eddie only pulled away when he couldn’t take neglecting his cock anymore. His hand came down on your ass again, just as his tip pressed against your hole. Your hands reached back, searching for his, he grabbed your wrists again, wrapping a single hand around them. 

“Eds” you sighed, pushing back on him. 

“ ‘M right here, sweetheart” he whispered, free hand caressing your thigh as he pushed in. 

You sighed at the feeling of being full again, breath shaking. Eddie was slow, careful at first, like always, he liked to ease you into it, feel you take his cock. He folded his body over yours, free hand moving your hair out of your neck before resting right beside your head. 

“Ready, pretty girl?” 

You nodded against the pillow and felt Eddie pull away from you. His hand spread your cheeks to watch as you took him in. Then he was merciless, fucking into you, hips snapping hard and making you jolt forward. 

You melted further into the mattress as Eddie pressed you down, making your back arch even more. His thrusts were deep, almost overwhelming, peering into pain every time his tip met your cervix, but the tears in your eyes were from pleasure. 

Your legs started to give out, your hips swaying slightly. Eddie noticed and pushed you flat on the bed. His hand moved from your wrists to your upper back, still pressing you down onto the mattress. His hips seemed to snap even harder, his heavy weight on top of you only adding to the feeling of being used. 

“Eds” you moaned against the bed, hands reaching down to feel his thighs.

He knew you were getting closer — your pants, moans and desperate hands giving you away. His hand held on to the head board so he could lower himself down, mouth pressing against your hair, “feel good, doll? Gonna come for me?”

You could only nod, any attempt of speaking was cut off by whiny moans. You could feel the build coming way too fast, suddenly the rhythmic thrusts turned into a perfectly sharp feeling that had you gripping Eddie’s tattooed thighs. 

Eddie didn’t let up, he kept fucking into you, pressing you into the mattress until he felt your cunt clenching around him. Your legs kicked in the air behind him, your mouth parted with a moan before you bit down on the pillow. 

If you weren’t so fucked out, you would’ve noticed how your husband’s moves shifted, getting deeper and more deliberate, his breath coming in short pants. But you only came back down when he pulled out, quickly moving off you and flipping your body on your back. 

“Fuck, baby, gonna make a mess on you. Wanna see you covered in my cum” 

You watched, hazy minded, as he fisted his cock above you, aiming on your stomach. But when he came, the white ropes reached all the way up to your face. You looked up at him, barely a thought in your mind as he grunted, milking his cock until the last drop met your skin. 

Your eyes were shut, and your mind distant, but you felt his hands roughly running down your body as he admired his work — your painted skin and the stained garter. 

“You look so perfect, sweetheart. Look at you, all fucked out.” His hand gripped your face, turning it to him, “open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.” It took every last drop of energy in your body, but you opened them, looking up at him. “Perfect. Feel good?”

You nodded, eyes already closing again as a soft smile took over your face. Eddie wiped your tears away, smudging black all over your cheeks. 

As much as he hated to leave you even for a second when you were like that, you needed to be taken care of. So Eddie pulled away, reached for a tissue on your nightstand to wipe the drying cum off your skin before whispering lowly ‘ll be right back. 

You were still drifting in and out of the hazy, sleepy state when he came back with a glass of water.

“Doll” he called gently, kissing your face, “need you to have some water, yeah? Sit up for me”

He helped you sit up, but all you wanted to do was be as close as possible, so he sat against the headboard, letting you rest on him. You took the water, drinking as he watched every move. 

“Stop staring” you mumbled, but he shook his head, “You look like a creep”

“Can’t look at my fucked out wife anymore?”

“No. Maybe. If you get me something to eat” you teased but you really didn’t want him to leave. 

“I can do that. If you answer my question.” You looked up at him, confused for a second before you remembered. 

“No”

“No? Do I need to fuck you again to get my answer? What got you so worked up, huh?”

You hid your face in his neck, impulsively kissing the skin there. His arm wrapped around you to caress your bare thigh. 

“Nothing much” you admitted, whispering to his skin. “Just… the way you were holding Scarlett, and ordering people around. And your jeans were way too tight”

He hummed, still caressing your skin. “Next time I’ll fuck you on your back then, so you can grab my ass all you want”. 

“Eddie!”

“You’re acting like that’s not what you wanted to do earlier” he teased. His hand dived into your hair, pulling you away from your hiding spot. “I love you, doll. You know that, yeah?”

You nodded as he pressed a kiss to your hairline, whispering a quiet love you, too.