"Aww, you look so cute, baby" Eddie coos sweetly, watching you sit on the edge of the bed, ready to get up and try to clean yourself up. He loves teasing you, watching as your legs wobble, bruises starting to form from how much he was gripping on your thighs and hips. He always loved fucking you so thoroughly just to see you try and get up, seeing how wobbly you get, "aw, Bambi, you gonna need some help there?" He cooed teasingly. He loves hearing you whine, "I can walk on my own," you'd say, every single time, only to watch those pretty legs of yours collapse under you, immediately reaching up to grasp on to anything you can before you hit the ground. Luckily there's a soft carpet by the bed, your knees thumping on to it once you land. "You say that, and everytime, Bambi, you just can't do it," he'd grin, "always so dependent on me." He gets out of bed, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up, "There you go, Bambi, just needed a little help to stand, huh?"