I seek a Great Perhaps.

He sat up quickly and shook out his blankets, straightening them with the hopes having a freshly made bed would put his body at ease. His haste stirred up the dust dancing in the air, the particles falling softly through the beaming light as he settled back into bed.

He pulled the blankets up over his nose, blinking away the memory of this very room covered in thick, crawling vines, the inexplicable ever present fibrous flurries falling in that other place…

He shook his head, his eyes knit closed as he took deep urgent breaths through his nose. “I’m not there.” He mumbled his mantra, pinching his forearm and curling up into himself.

His breathing quickened, his heart pulsing so hard in his chest he thought it might push its way out, the throbbing pressure growing to be so suffocating he felt it in his throat before he ripped the sheets off his body and ran out of the house without another thought.

As he drove, he kicked himself for his timing—for not calling first, but he feared he’d wake Danny. Then he thought about turning back, telling himself that smoking a fat joint would put his mind at enough ease to sleep, but he knew that remedy stopped working months ago. Now he’d just get tired on top of his fear but too numb to care if the bats were coming for him this time.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy, Ed. Get back in there and go to sleep!” The old crackled voice echoed from an abandoned corner in his mind.

It was nearing 1 in the morning when he reached her porch step, all the lights off in the house. He was only covered by his sweats and his jacket pulled tightly around him, his feet were shoved into his Reeboks, realizing only now that they were still untied. He ran a hand over his heavy eyes and stubbled cheeks.

“I want you to come and go as you please.” She’d said. Eddie sighed as he dug out his lanyard, looking at the new shining gold key he added shortly after Christmas. He ran his finger over the jagged edges, wondering why he was so hesitant to just walk in and crawl into bed with his girl. Part of him wondered if it would even work.

But what if she doesn’t want me to, surely not in the middle of the night

What if I wake up Danny?

What if she has someone—

“Shut up, shut up, shut up, Munson.” He muttered to himself through gritted teeth as he plunged the key into the lock and turned it quietly, his heart leaping when the doorknob turned with ease.

He could feel the fear and tension melting away as he crossed the threshold, the warm scent of their home enveloping him in a blanket of safety. He locked the door after it softly clicked closed behind him, toeing off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off in tandem, wishing again that he had a shirt to put on.

A shiver ran up his spine and tapped him on the shoulder, pulling a gasp from him as he wrapped his arms around himself protectively, rubbing the scars at his neck and waist. “M not there.” He breathed.

When he walked to the living room, he saw the light in the hallway she always left on at night. It beckoned him, like his own lighthouse, melting away the pain and bringing him home.

As warm and safe as he now felt, he couldn’t help but feel the nagging in his head that told him

this isn’t right

he should’ve called first—

this isn’t his house and he didn’t belong here no matter how many times—

Stop it.

He found himself at the end of the hallway, hand poised over the knob— when it turned. Eddie stepped back, the panic rising in his chest.

“Eddie?” She rasped, eyes so crinkled and tired, glassy from rest. She pulled the door the rest of the way open and extended her arms to him despite her curious gaze trained on his face— the shadows of night not doing his sunken eyes any favors. “What’s wrong?”

Eddie found himself at a loss for words as he took her in his arms and held her the tightest he ever had. She held him, trying to squeeze him as tight as he did her like a reminder; I’m here. I got you.

She ran her fingers over his curls, careful not to catch her nails on any of the ringlets, and smoothed down his back, then back up and down and up and down, swaying them side to side as he buried his face in her hair.

His chest shook as the quiet sobs fell from his lips in stuttering breaths. “I’m sorry.” He whispered against her neck, already slick with his tears.

“Don’t be.” She insisted, stepping backwards into her room, “I’m glad you’re here.” She whispered, pulling back from the embrace to shut the door, keeping a firm hand on his arm as the darkness swallowed them whole.

Eddie tried to control his breathing, sniffles and stuttered breath leaving him as she led him to her bed. He reached out with his palm, the buttery threads of her sheets greeting him with comfort as he slipped between them. Y/n covered both of them with a heavy blanket, pulling him to her chest as she would her own child, and turned on the TV for some light.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered again, feeling so pathetic and weak as he pressed his face into her chest, winding his arms around her waist and sighing when he felt her arms do the same and her nails began scratching softly against his scalp. He took in her scent, the lingering sweet perfume she always sprayed after her shower.

“Did something happen? You’re scaring me, baby.” She said to him in a ghost of a whisper, her voice soothing him in a way he’d never felt before as her hand rested against his stubbled cheek.

“It’s so stupid—I should’ve just waited for the morning—“

“Eddie.” She said softly, though her firmness was evident in her tone.

“I couldn’t sleep… I, uh, I have bad dreams. And they, uh, get worse around this time of year—when it all… happened.” He breathed, daring to peek up at her with his cheek resting on her shoulder.

Y/n watched his face with knitted brows, worry in her eyes as she began to trace his brow down to his cheek bone. “The earthquake?” She asked.

Eddie paused before nodding, “Yeah.” She nodded back at him and her eyes told him she understood.

“M-My scars, uh, they’re from—I got them when we, uh—“

“You don’t have to talk about it right now if it’s too much.” She stroked his cheek, her eyes glossy at his inability to explain what happened to him. She’d yet to see him struggle through a story, never second guessing his words as they flowed from his lips.

But until now, Eddie hadn’t tried to talk about anything hard. Nothing but adventurous tall tales from stories he’d made up, nostalgic epics of his teen years, or amusing bits about his day.

She’d spent time wondering about the scars that smattered against his torso, spending more time feeling them under her wandering hands as they made love, but never asking— hoping one day he would explain it himself without her prompting.

That didn’t stop her from wondering why he hadn’t told her yet. But this night answered that for her; Eddie had never explained his scars because it was too hard.

Just like it was too hard for her to talk about her invisible ones.

“We can talk about it when you’re ready to tell me.” She assured, finding his eyes even in the darkness. The television illuminated his figure in brilliant silver the way it always did when he laid here with her.

His eyes shined like polished onyx pebbles as he nodded, “Thank you.”

“It’s—It’s a hard time of year for me too—with nightmares and all.” She nodded, her sparkling eyes avoiding him as she spoke. Eddie nodded, brushing hair away from her face. “Springtime used to be my favorite.” A ghost of a smile graced her lips before they fell down again.

Eddie nodded again and took her hand in his. “Me too. Hawkins used to be gorgeous in the spring.” He whispered.

“Used to be?” She asked.

Eddie sighed as he thought, his thumb busy swiping back and forth over her hand. “After the, uh, earthquake, I… kinda shut down for a while. Y’know nothing felt.. real... literally watched the world split and crumble.” He shook his head in disbelief, “I thought—“ he took a deep breath, choosing his words with so much care, “I thought it was ending. All of it. And then it just… wasn’t.” He shrugged. “I dunno, I guess maybe I thought it wasn’t over, yet. Y’know like any second it could just happen again. It was like the world turned gray one day and just… stayed like that.”

Everything he said was true. Not the whole truth. But that would have to do for now.

And for Y/n it would. She nodded and squeezed his hand. “I know exactly what you mean.” She sighed into the darkness. “The luster and-and vibrancy to everything just… fades. Like someone turned down the dial. Or like my eyes weren’t working the right way.” She stopped when she realized she was speaking so personally. Eddie kept his eyes on her and nodded for her to continue. “I wasn’t seeing anything the same.” She shook her head.

Eddie looked to her with wide eyes, gleaming with worry as he nodded, “Yeah. The world gets quieter.”

She nodded tension dissolving from her chest. “Deafeningly quiet.”

They stared at each other for a moment, tracing over each other's faces and memorizing the curves and contours they spent so much time feeling.

“And now?” She asked.

“Now?” He clarified. She nodded. He wet his lips before he spoke again, “The world… is becoming a very beautiful place for me to be.” He smiled at the way she looked at him, “And I’d fight like hell before it crumbled again.” He said.

She didn’t fully understand what he meant, fighting an earthquake didn’t seem possible, but she understood enough to know that Eddie was telling the truth like he always did. That he thought they were something worth fighting for.

And she wondered if he’d always think that.

“What does the world look like for you these days?” He asked, his warm palm holding her cheek, now.

The corners of her mouth lifted as she sighed, “Almost like it used to. Sometimes I even wake up and smile.” She watched him with heavy lidded eyes. He sighed, an easy smile blooming on his lips as his fingers caressed down her chin and shook his head.

“It’s my favorite smile.” He whispered leaning forward to press a long chaste kiss to her lips and snuggle in as they turned their attention to the TV.

“Thank you, Angel. I was… well, at the trailer my mind was going somewhere else. The only thing that, uh, made me feel better…” he stopped. He could feel Y/n nodding above him for him to go on, “I could only think about coming here.” He sighed, planting a small kiss on her stomach.

Her ministrations resumed against his scalp, before her hand stroked down his back and her leg wrapped around his. “And now I’ve got you.” She said with a teasing edge hidden in her voice as she held him closer. She kissed his head, “I tell Danny that mama’s bed is like base in tag. Nothing bad can get you here.” She smiled softly before kissing him again, loving the fear away.

He chuckled, warmth spreading through his chest as he nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in before he sighed, “I love mama’s bed.”

“You can come here anytime you need to, babe.” She whispered, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m glad you finally used your key.” She said with a small chuckle of relief.

“I’ve wanted to, but— I dunno, dropping in unannounced— It’s like—“ he stopped and took a breath. “I’ve, uh, gotten used to being places I’m not welcome—my parents' houses and all of Hawkins being no exception. I just—it’d kill me if I dropped in on a bad time and you asked me to leave—“

“Eddie.” She said, in that same warm and even voice from earlier, firm enough to get his attention. “I meant it when I said I always want you here. I don’t care if it’s a bad time, you’ve seen most of them!” She urged, thinking back to every ugly, kicking, screaming, tantrum he’d seen Danny throw in the past months, or every time she lost her cool with the little boy, Eddie was always sitting back in wait, ready to console either one of them, sometimes both. “If you show up and I’m leaving, you can come along or stay here, I don’t care! I know I’d be super stoked if I came home and found you here waiting on me.” She smiled at the thought.

She turned him by his chin to face her, “I’d never tell you to leave. I gave you the key, so use it. Even if it’s in the middle of the night and makes me think you’re a burglar for like, five seconds.” They laughed.

“You thought I was a burglar?” He scooted up to the pillows, untangling their limbs and weaving them back together anew once they turned on their sides.

“My suspicion wasn’t strong, my top guess was ghost, but opening the door to find you there instead was the perfect way to wake up.” She chuckled as he picked up their joined hands and kissed her knuckles sweetly.

“ I woke you up?” Eddie’s eyes turned guilty before she shook her head, “I was barely even asleep. I was busy thinkin’ about you anyway.” She smiled and cupped his face with her hand.

“Yeah?” He asked with a hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and covered her hand with his. “Tell me.”

He knew at that moment, watching as her eyes turned hungry and gleamed with mischief, that he was in for a treat. “Are you sure you wanna know? It’s pretty late. I’d hate to start something we can’t finish.” She traced her hand down the side of his neck, sending electricity pulsing through him.

“Oh, baby, you gotta tell me now.” He bordered on whining and grabbed his cock to soothe the budding ache. “Please, I need to know, it’ll drive me even further into insanity if you leave me hangin’, doll face.”

She smiled at his desperation. “I was just imagining all the… kinky, depraved shit I want to do to you—what I want you to do to me.” She whispered against his neck before starting a careful trail of wet kisses that led from his ear to his collarbone, taking care to leave proper smooches against the pale puckered welts that had made their home laid out in ghostly tracks against his skin.

“De-depraved? Oh, god, sweetheart, you’re killing me—tell me! Please, I need you!” He urged in his careful rasp, his eyes wide and fully rested as he waited for her answer. She looked between them l at his large hand pressed to the front of his sweatpants, his hips softly rocking against it, and scoffed at the display.

“You need me?” She asked with a curious smirk.

“Yes, oh my god, I need you, baby, please—say something—anything, we don’t even have to—“ his words were cut off by her rolling on top of him, her legs trapping his hips firmly against the bed. The pressure of her pussy grinding softly against his lap was exquisite.

Eddie gasped, his hands finding her thighs and squeezing them before getting caught up in her soft skin, realizing now that she was wearing some sexy little plaid shorts. He licked his lips and rubbed his hands in slow circles up and down.

“Of course we have to, silly. We’re already here.” She touched their noses together, her smile growing at the sight of his dimples framing his grin.

He dove in quickly, encompassing her kiss in his full plush lips, moaning into her mouth at her taste on his tongue. “God, I love kissing you...” He mumbled against her as she kept kissing his bottom lip, her own mewls building within her chest.

“I love kissing you.” She agreed against him.

His moan reverberated through her, “I love it.” He mumbled. “I love it so much.” She whined at his words.

Her heart beat did that thing again, where every time he said ‘I love’ in a sentence she thought she might crumble and float away like powder. in the wind. The sound of it in her ears terrified her, made her heart stop like it did at the sound of her mother’s angry footsteps. But this panic wasn’t the same.

When he’d follow the words with anything besides ‘you’, she’d feel a weird sense of relief yet a deep longing. An ache to be soothed by whatever wonderful thing he said or did after that that reminded her how he felt.

“I’m gonna give you two options;” she began, her words halting his movements as he settled back down against the pillows to listen, his eyes wide and eager, devouring how quiet and smooth her voice was. How safe and alluring. She leaned down close to his ear, “I can take good care of you—until you’re crying and whining for me to stop,” She left him a juicy kiss against his neck, “or… you can use me however you want until you decide you’re done.” She let her lips walk across his neck as she spoke, his cock throbbing against his stomach.

“Ohhh, fuck!” He whimpered as her silky palm clutched his member. “I-I wanna touch you. Wanna feel you under me...”

“Oooh, I like that idea… What’d’ya say, pretty boy? You wanna be in control tonight? Wanna hear me cry and beg for you?”

Eddie took a second to scan her face while he took a deep breath and nodded with eyes that gleamed in excitement before they landed on her lips and neck.

“—still need you to tell me all the kinky shit you were thinking about—haven’t given me any material to go off of.” Eddie urged as he sat up, pulling her forward to make her back arch into him, kissing along her collarbones and down her chest at an agonizingly slow pace. He groaned into her cleavage with a smile when he felt her arms wrap around him, curling her fingers into his hair as they slowly rocked against each other, stirring themselves up.

“I wanna—fuck—I wanna tie you up and ride you til you can’t take it anymore.” He hooked his fingers under the straps of her little shirt and pulled them down to free her breasts, his rough hands cupping them before softly pushing his fingers into their plush and massaging. Y/n sighed, a moan escaping her as he put his mouth to work at her cleavage.

“More.” He mumbled, his fingers working at her nipple as he nipped her other. “Oh!” She squeaked, “‘wanna edge you like you do me, make you see how it feels.” Eddie chuckled darkly before intensifying his touches.

“Oh shit!” She whispered, clenching her thighs around him at the tingling flash of pleasure sent to her core every time he pinched and nipped. “I want you to wake me up—jesus!” Eddie flipped them over onto her side of the bed, her hair splashed around her on the pillow. With his tongue between his teeth, he yanked down her shorts with reckless abandon, her shocked gasp sending pride ringing through his ears and to his cock.

“What was that?” He asked innocently. “How do you want me to wake you up?” He asked again, hands slithering up her thighs and squeezing her hips as his eyes stayed on hers, drinking in every subtle change her face made as his fingers crawled closer and closer—

“I wanna wake up to you making me cum.” She whispered almost shamefully. Eddie’s eyes widened with intrigue and then he allowed his thumb to swipe through her slick and up to her throbbing button, making her whine.

“That’s so hot—my mouth or my dick?” He asked quickly, kicking off his boxers as he waited for her answer.

“Anything, baby.” She almost whined at the sight of his aching member standing stiff for her. “This was supposed to be about you.” She whispered as he settled back between her legs, his eyes on her wetness glistening between her swollen lips.

“Oh, it is. This is so about me.” He said as his gaze raked up her body. “You’re gonna let me use this sweet pussy til I’m too tired to fuck more of my cum into you, remember?” He said with his eyes finally on hers, smiling at her sharp inhale at his words.

He crawled back down her body to start leaving his small wet kisses up her thighs, starting at her knee. Her eyes were fluttered closed and a relaxed smile hung on her lips as she ran her fingers down her neck and around her tits, playing with her nipples as he quietly worshiped her body and let her play.

“Just gonna take what I want cause that’s what my girl said, yeah? You want me to use your pussy like it’s my toy?” She nodded and blinked her eyes open as she watched him near her core with his lips. She was almost trembling in anticipation, wanting to feel the satisfying rush when his mouth connected to her slit.

“Please..” she whispered, her eyes on his as her hips involuntarily cocked again, his mouth painfully close to where she wanted him the most. She resisted the urge to grab the back of his head and shove him down, this evening was about him and what he wanted.

He scoffed against her skin and gave her a little kiss before muttering, “What a desperate little slut.” Her hips twitched upwards ever so slightly but her cunt clenched around nothing but his words.

Eddie stroked her slit, “You keep surprising me, baby—so fucking dirty.” He mumbled against her hip before he kissed her wetly, moving up only after she whined and her hips jerked again. “Mmm—my greedy girl...” He cooed as he worked up her soft stomach, tilting his head up to kiss the often neglected bottom of her breasts.

She groaned at the familiar feeling, the tingling warmth creeping up her body as he went. His hair tickled her skin wherever the tendrils traced over, sending shivers down her spine. When his hands found her breasts again, she melted, arching her back as his face ducked down to flick his tongue over her nipple, then sucking. She put her hand over her open mouth at the feeling, his other fingers working at her slit for a moment before sliding in with a delicious stretch.

“Oh my god.” She mumbled into her hand, her eyes falling closed.

“That’s it, that’s what I want, baby.” Eddie purred close to her face before turning his attention to the other tit. “Mmm, yeah, squeeze my fingers, show me how good I make you feel.”

She gasped as she rolled her hips against his fingers, his thumb pushing on her clit as she fucked herself against it. “So good, Eddie, you make me feel so good...” She whispered against the fingers she let relax and graze over her lips, the toe curling, mind melting, pleasure tapping her on the shoulder.

“Tell me when you’re gonna cum, sweet thing.” He muttered against her ear, his breath sending waves of warmth fanning across her to make her squirm even more.

She knew this feeling, that euphoric burning deep down in her tummy. “Baby, I’m so fucking close.” She mumbled with eyes scrunched closed.

“Good girl.” He whispered, releasing her nipple from his mouth and removing his fingers from her cunt to suck them clean.

“No!” She rasped with a crumpled face, propping herself up on her elbows, the building high fading away until she felt the tip of his cock line up with her entrance. She barely had time to gasp before he was fully sheathed inside of her.

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re squeezing me so—so—tight! So fuckin’ tight. You good, honey?” He asked as he fucked into her slowly.

“Yeah!” She whispered desperately, her pussy pulsing around his swollen cock. “Use me, daddy.”

“Dad—Daddy?” He asked breathlessly, dark eyes wide and blown out, bordering on feral at the name.

“Yeah, daddy, fuck me back to sleep?” She urged with a buck of her hips beneath him, the pressure making them both whine at the sensation, their exposed skin brushing against each other at every juncture.

“One day..” he grumbled, his eyes boring down into hers, “One day you’re gonna bite off more than you can chew, little girl. And you won’t be able to han-dle—“ he pulled out of her and harshly slammed back into her twice, a drawling —uhh-uhh!—left her mouth while he gripped her hips better, “—what daddy gives you.”

“Oh shit.” She whined and clamped down on his cock, hearing him call himself daddy affected her more than she thought it would. While in her pathetic state, all pliant and airy moans, he gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head with a sexy smirk, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, looking awful eager and proud.

“S’too much?” He asked, knowing full well she was gasping for his touch like air. She shook her head and uttered profuse no’s at the idea of him stopping, his slow gyrations shutting her mind down with each smooth thrust. “Y’sure?” He dropped down by her ear, leaving juicy kisses along her neck as she whimpered her assurance.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, c’mon, daddy, please go harder!”

Eddie chuckled darkly and hummed against her skin before parting his lips from her with a wet smack, “You want me to be rough with you, pretty girl?” He took hold of her earlobe with his teeth, her nipples rubbing against his chest as he began his strokes again, his movements getting harsher.

“Yeah!” She whimpered in a pathetic rasp.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked in a higher pitch, mocking his lady’s voice.

She moaned at his teasing and nodded, her brows furrowed so tight her head hurt. She could feel her wetness weeping profusely around his cock, her skin beginning to form that thin, unmistakable sheen that always smothered her when her orgasm neared. Eddie’s pace quickened, slamming his hips against hers and squeezing her wrists so tightly she wondered for half a second if she might bruise.

But it felt delicious, every bit of it, down to the way his nails pressed into her skin. “Want me to touch this pretty little thing right here? Is she too sensitive?” He reached down and began fondling her throbbing bud, a low groan of relief slipped from her lips.

“I wanna cum, I wanna cum, please let me cum!” She rasped next to his ear, knowing he wouldn’t want to let her cum so soon. If there was one thing Eddie liked to do in bed, it was edging. Himself, others, it didn’t matter. Having this control over her high gave him some sort of sick satisfaction that he indulged in frequently. It was very uncommon for him to let her cum the first time the feeling approached, her pleas sounding too much like music to his ears for him not to.

Eddie only chuckled in amusement as his ministrations quickened, “How could I say no? You got me wrapped around your little finger, baby, ‘course I’m gonna take care of you...” He chuckled as he stopped his movements all together. “Just not yet.”

“No!!! No, no, no— please, Eddie!”

“S’not my name, baby.” He said smoothly before harshly pinching her nipple, a little yelp flying from her before she could correct herself.

When she opened her eyes to find his amused and heavy lidded face looking at her expectantly, she smiled lazily back at him before making her voice smaller and rounding her eyes in innocence, “Daddy? Please? Please make me cum, daddy, I need it, I can’t do it like you...” She desperately wriggled and writhed beneath him, basking in the pressure his buried cock provided, but Eddie’s grip was firm and she wasn’t getting off so easily. She squeezed around him, an animalistic growl erupting from his throat. He grinned down at her and began slowly working his way up in fervor.

“This is about me, remember?” He teased with a smile before finally releasing her wrists and kissing the crook of her elbow when she laced her arms around his shoulders, squeezing his little waist with her thighs and rocking. “Yes, daddy, I wanna make you feel good.” She whispered.

“I know you do, baby, and you are, you’re doing so good—mm—“ he growled, dipping down to nip at the top of her breast til she tilted her head back to let him wander down her torso and plant various splotches of kisses and feathery kitten licks, “—such a good little slut for me.” He took her other nipple into his mouth and slammed back inside of her, over and over again. His tongue busied in his mouth flicking her pebbled bud over and over again then sucking relentlessly.

“Fuck! Daddy, daddy—“

“Keep it up, darlin,” he tilted her hips and put a pillow beneath her. “—keep being daddy’s good girl.” She gave a soft clipped gasp and let her thighs unclench and open more as his hand snaked over to her clit again, her cooling slick covering both of them where they joined.

“Please, please, please…” she whined softly, “please, daddy—fuck—“

“Who are you, baby?” He asked suddenly.

She gasped, looking him in the eye as he thrusted so hard her tits bounced rhythmically. The question shoved her backwards, who was she? “What?” She asked.

“Who are you? Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” He looked at her from under his bangs as he drilled into her, pushing her legs back and using them as his leverage to lean over her so closely she could see the sweat snaking down his temple and feel his breath hitting her in the face as he panted.

All of it surrounded her, a dizzying concoction of vulnerability, warm, fuzzy pleasure, and feelings that had been shoved away for a long, long time pounding and tearing away at the wall so meticulously built after all her time alone.

“Say it.” He almost growled. “I wanna hear it.”

“I’m—I'm your good girl?” She asked, her heart leaping when he nodded desperately and quickened, “I’m your good girl—I’m your good girl, daddy!” She rasped and cried pathetically, tears streaming down her cheeks as he let out a guttural moan by her ear, “That’s right baby, that’s right—oh fuck, yes!” He groaned into her ear, the subtle shuffle of the sheets and wet claps of wet skin on skin the loudest thing happening between them.

The hottest, quietest sex.

Their whispers and groans are soon swallowed by their lips encircling each other, eager tongues licking into mouths to get another taste as Eddie’s hips quickened, “You’re gonna cum, okay, baby? You’re gonna cum and then I’m gonna fill you so good you’ll feel me dripping out of you for a week.”

She whined and nodded. “Please! Please, please, please, daddy! I— I,”

“—Cum on my cock.” He whispered. “Cum for me, Angel.”

And that was all it took.

The floodgates opened and her warm release flooded through her whole body, her entire being riddled with tremors as she took a deep inhale, but before she could let out her tell-tale wail, Eddie’s had clamped over her open mouth to catch her delicious cries, railing into her as his own orgasm chased him down.

“Ohhh, I’m gonna cum-gonna cum, hold-hold still for me—“ he leaned back a bit, holding her up by her ass to fuck up into her and then rigorously bounced her on his cock as his burst inside of her, “Oh, OH, there it is. Aw, shit,” he whimpered as he continued to pump her full, her delicious little grunts ripped from her mouth with every jostle.

With a heaving chest and pounding heart, he collapsed on top of her. Their breath synced as their limbs intertwined, that same safe feeling from their first time in the van returning as they held each other.

“Think we took care of those bad dreams?” He asked partially into her pillow, his breath still heavy. She chuckled before he peeked at her, that same tired smile on her lips that he loved to see morning and night.

She nodded as her chest rose and fell. “Yeah. What about you?”

He nodded and looked around the room, “No more monsters.” He confirmed, and ducked his head back down to kiss her neck wetly, blowing a raspberry in the crook of it to make her squeal and giggle, “Quiet down, little lady, don’t wanna wake the baby.” He softly chided as he climbed out of bed to get washed up, his bare ass making her chuckle as he walked around the bed.

Y/n laid there, eyes on the glowing bathroom door, still gaining feeling back into her legs as his voice echoed over and over again—wondering what monsters Eddie was talking about and if they’d ever have more kids in the house to stay quiet for.

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