The List

**Based on a tiktok from user @eddieishot66 listing "Your Kinks" if Eddie is your favorite. 

The list

Degrading

Choking 

Bandage

Spanking

Domination 

Praise Kink

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You looked at the clock on the dash and then the road to make sure it was clear to speed up. You had not meant to be late but getting ready had taken longer than you had planned and now you were in for it. 

The plan had been simple enough, he'd left you a note that said:

"Babydoll,

Be at my place tonight at 7. Wear that outfit I like. E." 

So simple, if said outfit didn't include a skirt that was still in the wash and fishnet tights that wear torn to ribbons the last time you wore them around him. So you had run to get new tights, got a little distracted and had to wait on the skirt, pushing the time you got into the car to drive to his place back by ten minutes.

"Ten minutes, Y/n, it's nothing major right? It's like, one number more than zero in front of a zero, you're fine. He'll be fine."

You finally pull to a stop outside of his place and dash to the door as quickly as you can in your heeled boots. The door opened before you were even to the steps. "I'm so sorry, I can expla--" 

You stop talking as he puts up a hand. "We're not going to talk about this outside." He stepped away from the door and let his arms sweep through the door, telling you to get inside. "Get your ass inside."

You don't hesitate, walking a little way into the room before you hear the door slam shut and almost immediately feel yourself pulled back into his chest by the throat. "What time is it, y/n?"

"I-I didn't wear a watch." You can't help yourself, even when you know you're already in trouble, you still can't help but push his buttons just a little more.

He chuckled against your hair, putting pressure on your neck. Not enough to cut off your breathing, just enough on your pulse points to make you feel a swimmy rush. "Oh so you're almost fifteen minutes late because a watch didn't match this slutty little get-up you're wearing?"

((The "get-up"))

Your head starts to get a little too swimmy and you reach up to touch his arm when the hand is suddenly gone and you are spinning, suddenly facing him, his arm wrapped behind the small of your back, pinning your body to his. His free hand coming up to your chin and making sure your focus is on him. "What are you?"

With a soft moan you say, "A slut?"

That earned another low chuckle, "True, but whose slut?"

A smile spreads across your face as you whisper,"Your slut."