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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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To the anon that requested Joe x Reader and his morning routine comment and an absolutely lovely compliment attached to it, it errored when I went to post, but then when I went back the request had disappeared so I'm posting it as a normal post. GOOD JOB, I SAVED IT ON A DOCUMENT AS I WENT ALONG ISN'T IT.

So, to the person who did request, please lmk if you've seen it because I worked so hard on it for you. 💀

I mean who are you and where did you come from? I'm asking in the best way possible.

This little scenario is perfection. I'll do my best to do make your first smut request amazing & your dream come true 😍

Ngl the same thing went through my head when I heard him say this too HAHA, we're such thirsty bitches bye 💀

Thanks for your request angel and I hope your day was good to x

Warnings: A disgusting amount of smut, filthy talk & the most minimal amount of fluff if you look really closely

Word Count: 2.1k

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

The Best Way To Start Your Day.

The smell of bacon sizzled away, the smell rising through your nostrils as you sipped on your morning coffee, you were lazily mooching round in your boyfriend's shirt, only a couple of buttons done up, so it fell even baggier on your body. You were dancing around to a song on the radio, the summer sun beaming through the window of your flat. When you'd first woke up, Joe wasn't next to you like he had been all night and a note lay on the bedside table 'Nipped out for a run, see you soon sleeping beauty x'. The dream you'd left to come back to the real world was that of Joe firmly placed in-between your legs making you squirm which found you disappointed that it wasn't real or he wasn't still by your side to make it real, that wasn't to say that as soon as he arrived home, that it could potentially be a thing, he'd look a hot mess from the mixed morning warmth and his exercise combined so that made the heat between your legs escalate further.

Joe came through the door exactly the way you'd imagined him to, his black t-shirt clung to his body, little droplets of sweat hanging from his curls and onto his forehead, his cheeks a hint of pink. You bit down on your lip at the possibility of having him right then and there, but you decided to bide your time. Turning to view your man that just radiated perfection, you beamed a smile so sweet.

"Good morning my love, did you sleep well?" Joe made a bee line straight over to you, placed his hands on your hips, your hands automatically placed onto the top of his as he gave you a surprisingly devilish look up and down.

You placed a pleasing kiss to his lips. "I did, I dreamt of you actually, how was your run baby?"

"Oh, you did. I hope I was well behaved. The run was hot, I need to shower in a minute."

You leaned up closer to his face looking directly into his eyes and whispered, pecking softly onto his mouth again, leaning back and taking your bottom lip under your teeth once more "Incredibly."

Joe's eyes became wide, and you almost heard the gulp in his throat, the idea of a shower was less important now, he needed to find out exactly what you'd imagined in your sleep. "What happened in this dream exactly Y/N?"

You turned off the stove, sitting up on the countertop facing your man, spreading your legs apart and revealing yourself a little more to him. "You ate me. Real. Fucking. Good."

The gasp that fell out of his mouth, his face serious now and eyes darting down to the edge of the shirt that exposed your upper thighs, he came closer and closed the gap between your legs.

"D-did you eat b-breakfast a-already?" You choked on your words as Joe pushed your hair to one side and his lips attacked your neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking in all the right places. Stopping but face still buried in the crook of it, Joe hummed "I was going to wait till I got back, but I think I know what I want and it's not that bacon, it's much more fucking tasty."

He stood up fully, gripping your thighs, indenting his fingers into them to get a better hold as he pulled them forward, bringing your body arched to his face and rested your legs onto his shoulders, pulling the shirt up so it was nowhere near where he wanted to be, you leaned your head back against the wall. "Fucking hell, you're already so wet for me baby, dream Joe did good."

His tongue instantly got to work, no messing around. He used the whole length of it to work his way right up your slit, your head fell back even further at the sudden contact, your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned out his name, begging him for more. "I need you to devour me Joe, I need more p-p-lease."

He raised his head to look at you, an already whimpering mess, your thighs were shaking. "I love it when you beg, be patient baby, be a good girl and wait a little longer and then I'm going to tongue fuck your aching cunt so deep, okay?" You nodded rapidly at his words, you didn't want conversation, you wanted his head back down where it belonged at this very moment.

He opened you up with his fingers resting either side, exposing you completely as the edge of his tongue danced circles around your clit, you pushed yourself up higher to make the light teasing more pleasurable. Your hands that gripped the sides of the countertop found themselves clutching at Joe's curls and pushing his head down. "You're such an eager little slut." he purred, latching his mouth straight onto your sensitive bud, sucking hard onto it whilst his tongue continued to wash around it, slurping up every single ounce of your juices that you had to offer.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." You giggled at the irony.

He took one harsher suck against your clit shutting you up and sending your hips bucking into his face and then began to kiss down your pussy, reaching your hole. "But you taste too good."

His tongue circled your entrance at an agonisingly painful speed making you writhe, crying out his name. "Joe. Joe. p-please."

"Please what?"

"Tongue fuck me, just like you did in my dream, just like you promised."

He spat directly onto you as his tongue moved around you once more and then without warning, the muscle dived into your throbbing hole, no space between his face and your pussy as he curled it up, hitting the most delicious, sweet spot inside of you over and over again. You clawed at the top of his head, your legs wrapped shut, thrusting against him to get as much of him as you possibly could. He would quite clearly be suffocating soon, his nose pressed up against your slit, Joe couldn't care less, all he cared about in that instant was giving you the best head of your life.

Your moans filled the entire flat, your stomach was tightening with every lap of Joe's tongue inside of you, his thumb moved its way onto your clit, rubbing erratically. Your whole body was jolting and within the next few seconds the sensitivity began too much for you to handle. "Ohhhhh my g-g-god, I'm going to cum."

Joe's immediate response to that was to force his face as deep he possibly could, as if it wasn't already, gripping his arms tightly around your thighs and pulling you inward as you fell apart. You screamed and jolted at the rush of pleasure that filled you from head to toe, your hole spasming around his tongue that was now at a standstill, staying put whilst he took every drop of your fluid - his mouth was sodden.

Gasping for air when he released his head from your grip, he licked his lips, lowered your still shaking legs and stretching slightly from being in the same position for a while. As he stood up you couldn't help but gawk at the thick bulge outlining his sweatpants.

"Did I make your dream come true, love?" Joe commented as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You already know the answer." You replied, sitting back up straight onto a puddle of Joe's spit and the evidence of your orgasm. "So, my question now is would you like to shower, or would you like to continue this, where I help you sort out that disgustingly huge erection?"

You didn't need to waste your breath a moment further, which he found himself in the same stance as he did earlier, Joe stood in-between your spread legs, taking his hand and pushing the back of your head towards his, leaning down to give you a quick and fierce open-mouthed kiss. His tongue fought yours and all you could taste was you, it was so sexy and alluring.

You broke the kiss, opening your eyes slowly to watch Joe's demanding expression. "Please Y/N."

"Please what?" You giggled, arching an eyebrow at your boyfriend just at the simple irony that he'd asked you the same question when you were right in the middle of desperation a moment before.

"Please touch me, my cock's throbbing for you."

You pushed down at the waist of his sweatpants; he removed them completely and then you pulled his t-shirt up which practically peeled away from his sweaty physique. His cock sprung free, standing tall as you watched, his tip leaking rapidly as your eyes darted back up to his face, his mouth was gaping open slightly, breaths rapid, awaiting your next move.

You spat directly onto the palm of your hand and wrapped your fist around the tip of his cock, lathering his leakage and your spit along the length. "Oh fuck, baby just like that." You'd barely done anything, yet he was submitting so easily to your hand, the torment of eating you out first must have really gotten to him.

You unhurriedly pumped his thick shaft, bringing his foreskin up and down along with it, spitting onto your other hand and reaching down to massage his balls, pulling at them slightly.

"Y/N, yes, f- you know exactly what to do."

And that you did, you knew full well that including his sack in the mix whilst you jerked him or blew him every time drove Joe insane.

Joe was searching for more, in complete distress he crashed his lips onto yours whilst you worked the length, wanking him at a faster pace, while you clutched his balls tightly in your hand. This particular kiss was so sloppy, so damn needy that you felt a moan fall out of your mouth, Joe replied in a groan erupting out of his throat as you began to twist your wrist in circular motions whilst pumping. "Harder, no faster, more baby more."

You bit down onto his lip, insinuating him to shut the fuck up and earning a low whimper. Moving down to his neck, you chaotically kissed around it, leaving a little swollen hickey on the side when you sucked on a sweet spot that he was particularly fond of you touching.

You were working rapidly now, your hand slipping up and down his cock perfectly. His breathing fastened, eyes rolled backwards, and his head fell. "Baby, shit I'm going to cum." You dropped down to your knees before he could reach his end, bringing his cock to face tip downward and opening your mouth below, you felt his eyes come back to you, burning at your stance as you began to pump frantically, in no time he spewed a hefty amount of fluid into your awaiting mouth, Joe's cock twitched slightly, some ejected to your cheek and to ride his orgasm out longer, you took his bell end into your mouth, swallowing what you already had gotten and sucking the rest of his release out of him. In turn making his toes curl underneath and his hands attempt to push your head down, but you refused and remained still. The moan that he let out during the over stimulation was unholy, it almost made your thighs clench together, it was undoubtedly one of your favourite noises.

You let go of his now softening cock, rising back to your feet as Joe cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead in a thank you.

"Holy fucking shit, how did I get so damn lucky?"

"Just wanted to be part of your morning routine is all." You winked subtly at Joe.

"My morning routine?" His brows furrowed, head slightly tilting to one side.

"Yeah, you either eat first or after, then go for your run then you'll go straight for a shower, and I know if you're any longer than 10 minutes then that means you're usually jerking off."

Joe barked a whole chesty laugh, the cheeky smile on his face couldn't have shown anymore that that was the truth.

"Fucking hell, alright FBI. Well, it can always be changed, I'd rather you do it anyway, but now I'm satisfied I'm going to go and take that '10-minute' shower."

You laughed back, wrapping your arms around your sweaty, naked man, but before you could solidify the embrace, he lifted you up off of your feet bridal style. "I've had a better idea; you're coming to shower with me."

"I am?" you teased.

"Yes, and I'm going to add to this morning routine." He implied as he carried you to towards the bathroom.

"And how are you going to do that anymore than we already have, Quinn?"

Joe planted a peck onto your lips, the innocent kiss dismissed by his filthy words. "I'm going to pick you up, push you against the wall and fuck you so hard."

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beefybuckrrito · 2 years

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Study Session

Eddie asks you to help him study.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

Word count: 4.8k (I got a little carried away oopsie)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, reader is 18+, pet names (princess), bit o nipple play, biting (not too hard), fingering, handjob, unprotected p in v sex, a little of my D&D dorkiness sneaking out hehe

Author’s note: It took the beautiful doe-eyed soft fluffy boy making my heart explode to kick my ass back into writing! And thanks to him I already have another Eddie fic halfway done wink wink. No spoilers for ST4! Biggest shoutout to my irl bestie @tincanfics for hyping me up and also @mjolnir-steve for beta-ing! I am in love with Eddie Munson and there is no cure. Please consider sharing and commenting if you enjoy this!

You maneuvered through the sea of bodies to slip into the back door of your English class, a slow breath easing out of your chest as you settled into your seat. This was it, your last year of high school. While people were already boasting about the colleges they would be applying to or their grand gap year plans, you were just relieved to be done. The school work came easy enough, it wasn’t hard to study when you didn’t have anyone to be hanging out with. Your family moving to Hawkins your junior year pulled you from your old friends and pushed you into a situation where everyone had found their cliques the years prior, so you spent your time studying or walking through the woods of the small town with your walkman fastened to your hip.

The screech of chalk on the board pulled you from your thoughts and once you realized you hadn’t missed anything important, you scanned the room for who you would be seeing first period every day. Familiar faces seemed to surround you, until you looked straight across the room to someone sneaking in after the bell and into the softest brown eyes you had ever seen. You immediately dropped your head to hide your face, cheeks growing hot from catching the gaze of possibly the most beautiful person in existence. Sure, you had seen the fluffy-haired metalhead in the hallways or standing on the occasional table in the cafeteria, but this was different. He was looking back at you this time. Heart hammering against your ribcage, curiosity got the best of you as you flicked your eyes back in that direction, only to get caught again. This time, you waited long enough to gauge his reaction, and you could’ve passed out seeing the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth and two ringed fingers raising off the desk in greeting. Refusing to let your nerves win this time, you offered a small wave back before turning your attention to the teacher.

It became routine for you to start your day with English class, offering a small smile and wave across the room at the boy you quickly learned was named Eddie, and he returned the gesture in kind. The more comfortable you got, the more often your gaze danced over his features as he tried to pay attention to the lesson. You liked how his fingers drummed on the desk when he was bored, the sunlight sometimes catching the chunky silver pieces just right. You wondered how they would feel on your skin. His fluffy curls swayed whenever he would lean back in his chair to stretch, and it took all of your willpower to not notice how his tee would ride up and you could see the pale skin of his belly. He would wrinkle his nose at lines he didn’t like or found particularly complex, and you just wanted to plant the smallest kiss right on the tip of it. Studying for school was a chore, but you could study Eddie Munson all day. Somehow, your notetaking didn’t falter, though you were sure it would when you caught yourself doodling the Hellfire Club logo that was on his shirt.

Eddie thanked whatever merciful power sent him a reason to want to go to English class first period. Not that he was paying as much attention, but showing up everyday instead of skipping had to help keep him on the path to graduating for real this year, right? It was time he got it together and actually wrapped up his time at Hawkins High. Maybe the band could get more gigs if he and the guys had time to travel. He was just determined to be done this time around. What he thought was going to be the most painful part of his day immediately turned around when he caught the eye of the cutest girl he had ever seen on the first day of school.

It had been a few weeks of the little back and forth with Eddie. You would smile and silently greet each other every morning from across the room and steal glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. Almost like a game, the two of you would try to take everything in about the other while still keeping a single thread of focus on the topic for the day. You were much more successful than Eddie when it came to this. The first pop quiz handed back stared up at him with an F. He frantically looked over to you and caught the A on the top of yours as you tucked it into your folder. If he needed a sign to approach you, this was it.

You had dropped your chemistry textbook into your locker and closed the door, only to find the shaggy haired beauty from your English class on the other side, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Sorry to scare you, princess!” Eddie briefly looked mortified as his cheeks tinged pink, then he took a breath and offered his hand out. “I’m Eddie.”

“O-oh, it’s okay. Sorry to scare you back.” You shyly smiled at the nickname and gently fit your hand into his as you gave him your name. “It’s nice to officially meet you.” You didn’t realize you were still holding his hand as you got lost peering into his round eyes again.

“Yeah, you too.” Eddie gently squeezed your hand again before reluctantly letting go. Why was it so easy to flirt with you across the room, but now right in front of you, he felt even dumber than his grades showed? “Listen, I was wondering..” He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and broke your gaze to study the blank outside of your locker. “Would you maybe want to study together sometime? You look like you have a way better handle on O’Donnell’s class than I do. And it would be cool to hang out, you know?”

You held your breath as he spoke. While you were a little disappointed he wasn’t asking you out, you were also relieved at not having to muster up the courage to go on a proper date. Hanging out sounded good.

“That sounds good. Yeah. I can help you out.” You nodded, desperately trying to keep your nerves at bay. “Hanging out would be cool, too.”

Eddie beamed at you, ecstatic at getting the chance to spend more time with you and hopefully getting his grades straightened out. “I have Hellfire tonight. How about tomorrow, my place? Just me and my uncle and he works nights, so it would be nice and quiet.”

“Sure, that sounds good.” You were staring at him again, lost in the lines around his smile that made him look extra endearing to you. The bell for next class brought your attention back. “I can meet you in the parking lot tomorrow after school.”

You couldn’t help yourself in dressing a little cuter the next day. You didn’t want to be obvious or anything, but a little more makeup and jeans with your favorite top gave you the confidence to go through your day and have you fighting to not skip your way to the parking lot after your last class.

“Hey, princess!” Eddie called to you from where he was leaning against his van, waving once he caught your eye.

He chewed at his bottom lip, watching as you approached. You seemed even more chipper than usual. Were you as excited as he was for this? He wasn’t sure about that, though the thought made his heart race a little. You looked extra good today, from your bright smile all the way down to your jeans that hugged your thighs so nicely. He quickly snapped himself out of those thoughts and made his way over to the passenger side to open the door for you, dramatically bowing and gesturing for you to take a seat. “My lady, your chariot to the land of studying awaits.”

You giggled as you thanked him and climbed into the van. The ride to his place went by smoothly as he told you all about the current campaign he was running with Hellfire. The way he animatedly spoke and gestured with his hands as he drove was so engaging, his passion pulling you in more by the second.

Eddie was thrilled to tell you everything about Dungeons and Dragons and the storyline he had crafted. No one ever asked him about the game, and he loved the way you were watching him as he spoke. You seemed genuinely interested in him, or at least what he was saying. He gradually quieted down as he pulled into the trailer park, suddenly nervous about what you would think about it.

“So, do you think they’ll be able to survive Vecna?” You seemed unphased at the surroundings as you collected your bag off the floor. “It sounds like you’re giving those kids a real run for their money.”

Eddie did a double take at you not casting a judgemental look toward the trailer. He rarely had anyone over, never mind a pretty girl who was smart and seemed to like talking to him. “We’ll have to see if their plan will work. It seems pretty risky, but I think they have a chance at pulling it off.” He hopped out of the driver’s side and dashed over to your door, making sure to open it with as much flourish as he did the first time before leading you to the front door. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” He mumbled as he ushered you into the living room. He fidgeted with his rings as he watched you take in your surroundings.

“I like the hat collection.” You warmly smiled at him, trying to calm the anxious expression on his face.

“Thanks. It’s a thing my uncle and I have been doing for years.” He shuffled his feet a little but perked up at your smile. “Wanna head to my room? I mean, to start studying.” His cheeks felt warm again as he gestured down the hall.

“Lead the way, kind sir.” You softly giggled as he was clearly caught off guard by your own nickname for him. Following him into the room at the back of the trailer, you were in awe of the space completely decked out in band posters, your eyes falling to a glossy black and red guitar hanging in the center of the wall. The air was warm and smelled of a heady combination of his cologne and the weed he was no doubt stashing somewhere. It suited him perfectly.

“She’s a beaut, huh?” Eddie gently touched his fingers to the instrument. He was relieved you weren’t seemingly off put by anything and possibly intrigued by his interests. He was not used to this.

“Can I hear you play sometime?” You turned to him, the hopeful expression on your face making his chest tighten.

“I’m not really sure you’ll be into the stuff I play, princess.” He chuckled and gestured to the various metal band memorabilia around the room, “But you can if you really want.”

“I would like that very much.” You were buzzing with excitement. The prospect of getting to see him outside of school again putting an additional pep in your step. School. Right. You were supposed to be helping him with English, too. “So, did you want to get started on the homework?”

You read passionately as you lay across the foot of Eddie’s bed on your belly, casually rolling a few dice in your palm.

“Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under't. He that's coming

Must be provided for: and you shall put

This night's great business into my dispatch;

Which shall to all our nights and days to come

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom”

Eddie watched you in awe, his eyes constantly flickering back and forth between the curves of your legs and the motion of your fingers caressing his game pieces. “You sure make a convincing murderous lady.” He grins at you as you roll on your side to face him.

“I hope that doesn’t scare you away…” You took a risk and winked at him, taking great satisfaction in the surprised look on his face. Like in class, the two of you had taken to stealing glances while the other was busy reading, although this time you seemed to be catching each other constantly. You felt more comfortable the more you read back and forth.

To his credit, Eddie threw on a cheesy suave look and leaned toward you, plucking a d20 out of your hand. “Not at all, dearest partner of greatness.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the proximity, his weight shifting on the bed only moving you closer to him. So easily you reverted back to your favorite activity, studying Eddie Munson. His fluffy hair was tousled from rolling around the mattress as he dramatically read his lines, his big brown eyes looking even darker from the size of his pupils, he was an absolute sight to behold.

Eddie could feel his ears burning beneath his curls from the way you looked at him, almost like you were in awe. He was used to people looking at him, but more like a performer at a freakshow or an animal in a cage. You looked at him like he was a work of art. It made him excited and nervous all at once. Did you really want him? His gaze dropped to your lips then quickly returned to your eyes, silently asking for permission.

A fresh wave of confidence soared through you as the usually boisterous metalhead softened right before your eyes, a look of almost pleading on his face the closer you became. You wanted to close the distance so badly, ever since you saw him on the first day of class, but you also enjoyed the little games you played together. You wanted him to feel in his element. “Roll for it.”

“What?” Eddie leaned back slightly, a brief look of confusion across his pretty face before you toyed with the die in his hand.

“You heard me, Mister Dungeon Master. Roll. To. Kiss. Me.” You leaned forward and softly bumped his nose with yours.

Eddie groaned, your words going right to his heart and crotch. “Damn, princess. Almost as ruthless as Lady Macbeth.” He carefully pushed your closed books together, giving him a flat surface to work with. He rolled the die around in his hand, praying to a god he didn’t believe in as he watched you bite your lip and smile at him. He slowly exhaled and released the die, watching as it bounced atop the books, the hollow sound ringing in his ears along with his heartbeat.

The two of you held your breaths as the piece spun, trying so desperately to will a high number in your heads. Both wanting it so badly…

And he rolled a damn 10.

Eddie went wide-eyed, a panicked look twisting his features as he frantically looked back and forth between you and the d20 that betrayed him. “I- Can, can I reroll? Please?”

“No.” Your voice was level, almost casual as you leaned forward to inspect the low roll further. “However, I’ll consider it a partial success. You can kiss me anywhere except on the lips.” You smirked at him, goosebumps spreading across your body as you watched his breathing pick up.

Eddie was stunned. How was the cute, quiet girl that he borderline drooled over in class teasing him like this? He never wanted it to stop. “As you wish, my lady.” He gently cupped the back of your head and leaned in, his nose bumping yours again. The soft gasp that fell from your lips only spurred on his returned teasing as his fingers ghosted over your goosebumps. He ran the tip of his nose across your cheek, watching as your eyes fluttered closed. The hum you emitted as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheekbone made the front of his jeans tighten. You made such pretty sounds, and he wasn’t anywhere near done hearing them.

The way he teased you was already setting you on fire, his gentle touches and the softness of his lips on your skin driving you crazy. You slid a hand up his arm and pushed your fingers through his fluffy curls, needing to touch him in some way. You pulled back slightly, only to look at him and see a reflection of just how needy you were. “Eddie…”

He moaned hearing you say his name and dipped his head down to start peppering your jaw and the side of your neck with more kisses. He slid his other arm beneath you and pulled you closer to him, cradling you in his arms. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, please.” You softly cooed into the crown of his head, inhaling the mouth-watering scent of his shampoo. You writhed under his touch, pressing your bodies closer together and tugging at the hair you still had in your grasp. The vibration of his next moan had you squeezing your thighs together. The tension lingering between you all evening and finally getting the touch you needed was everything.

Eddie kissed and licked down to your collarbone, trying to nudge his way under the neckline of your top. He released the gentle grip he had on the back of your neck and rested his hand on your hip, massaging your curves through your jeans as he slipped his thumb under your shirt to touch the soft skin of your belly. “You’re so pretty, princess.” The way your back arched beneath his touch gave him the confidence to slide his hand further up, gripping the flesh of your waist.

“You can see more of me if you want.” You gasped, feeling his teeth nipping at your shoulder. “Please, Eddie. Can I see you, too?” Releasing his curls, you gently tugged at the bottom of his shirt.

“Yes! Absolutely, yes.” Eddie was quick to sit up onto his knees and yank his shirt off over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. He met your eyes briefly, momentarily speechless seeing how blown your pupils were, before he saw you hungrily take in his exposed torso.

You sat up to match him and immediately dove in to cover his neck and chest with kisses and gentle bites, pleasantly mewling at the taste of his skin. You flicked your tongue against his nipple and hummed in delight at his sharp intake of breath. It seemed impossible, you being there with the wild boy who caught your attention from a distance a year ago, so you were going to make the most of it. You kissed across his chest and down his arms, leaving kitten licks beside each tattoo before you reached his fingers. You collected his large hands in yours and toyed with his rings for a moment, before pressing a kiss to each fingertip.

Eddie felt like he was in a daze watching you, each movement and kiss lifting him higher into the haziness of his arousal. He couldn’t believe a sweet thing like you would actually give him the time of day, but here you were borderline sucking on his fingers and making eyes at him. He needed you. Resting his hands on your hips at first, he collected the fabric of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, like he was unwrapping a delicate present. He let the article fall to the bed beside him as he took you in: kneeling on his bed in your bra, wet marks from his kisses across your neck, your eyes glazed over in lust, biting your bottom lip while giving him a shy smile as you reached back to unclasp your bra. He was done for.

The way Eddie was so perfectly following your instruction was driving you both insane. He tackled you back onto the mattress, covering your face with kisses, daring to get as close to the corners of your smile as possible still without touching your lips as you laughed. You both managed to undo each other’s jeans and slide them down your legs, taking a moment to process the sights before you. Hands roaming everywhere, you gently bit his shoulder as his fingers traced over the wetness of your panties, you cradling his balls and firm erection through his boxers. He laid open-mouthed kisses down your sternum and kneaded your breasts with his free hand, loving how you squealed when he would pinch a nipple.

He was painfully hard at this point, and all of your caressing and perfect squeezing further drove him to pleasure. He wanted so badly to be inside you, but he needed to feel you first. He chuckled at the pout you gave him as he retracted his hand from between your thighs. “I promise you’ll like what I’m going to do, princess.” He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your panties and swirled a finger around your already swollen clit. “You’re soaked for me, huh? You want more?” He teased as his fingertips lazily stroked through your slick folds.

“Please. Yes, please, Eddie.” You whined and swiveled your hips. Your back arched off the bed as he pressed a long digit into you, satisfying you in a way you had been craving for weeks. You dipped your hand into the band of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his length the best you could, slowly stroking the silky skin. He had you so worked up, he easily slipped a second finger inside you. “More, please. Wanna feel your rings.”

“Oh, fuck.” Eddie was losing himself in your touch and deliciously needy sounds. He pressed his two fingers deeper, just enough to have his bulky rings nudging your entrance. His pace continued to be torturously slow, his fingers filling you repeatedly to the hilt of his rings as he watched you alternate between closing your eyes in bliss and looking up at him when you gave him a firm stroke.

You would be lost in taking in every little expression Eddie made if he wasn’t making you so lost in pleasure. His fingers curled inside you perfectly, your back further arching off the bed as you neared your climax. His mouth was hanging slack as you continued to stroke him, his lips puffy from dragging them down your body. He looked perfectly debauched. You gasped when he rubbed his thumb against your clit with both fingers pressed deep inside you. Your hips bucked against his hand, and you started to stroke his cock faster. “Eddie, I’m… I-oh!” Your orgasm washed you in absolute pleasure as you clenched around his fingers, the motion of his thumb prolonging your release.

“There you go, princess. Keep coming for me. So pretty. So, so pretty.” He egged you on, feeling such pride in making you tremble the way you did. His cock throbbed in your hand, desperate for release at this point, but he couldn’t stop playing with your sweet pussy and watching you writhe for him.

You used your free hand to weakly grasp at his wrist, stilling his movement. “So good. So sensitive. Just a second.” You giggled as you guided his fingers out of you, humming at the feeling. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you continued to stroke him, running your thumb through the precum dripping from the tip. Once you felt ready, you laid back down and beckoned him toward you, spreading your knees as he climbed between them. “Are you ready, Eddie?” You bumped the tip of your noses together again.

“Hell yes,” Eddie lowly whispered, his breath fanning over your face as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "Are you ready, princess?" He sat back and slowly stroked himself, rubbing the nearly purple head through your wetness.

"Mhm.." You nodded up at him, wiggling your hips to invite him to fill you up. "Need you, Eds."

Eddie exhaled a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest and ears at the reality of where he was. He moaned as he slowly pushed into you, his forehead falling to rest atop of yours when he filled you completely. He stilled for a moment, for you to adjust to him and even more so for him to not finish the second he slid into your slick heat. "Oh, fuck, I'm inside you, princess. You feel so perfect." He mumbled into your forehead and kissed it again before pulling back to look at you.

The stretch of Eddie filling you was overwhelming in the best way possible. You grabbed his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin. "So full. Oh, my god. Please move. I need it."

He pulled almost completely out before slowly sliding all the way back in, already losing himself to how good you felt around him. He pushed himself up onto his hands that rested on either side of your head to watch you as he picked up his pace. He was hypnotized by how your body moved under him; the way your breasts jiggled with each thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him further into you, and how you reached above yourself to grasp his wrists. The room was filled with sounds of your combined moans and the slapping of skin, something neither of you could get enough of in that moment. Eddie almost came as you sat up and started kissing and sucking at the tattoos on his forearms. “Jesus, princess. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doin’ that.”

Your body was thrumming with pleasure, being filled so perfectly and surrounded by everything Eddie Munson. He looked so fucked out and wild on top of you, his hair bouncing with his thrusts and his beautiful eyes locked on you. You wanted to make him come, bring him the same pleasure he already brought you so easily and was going to again. You leaned forward and bit at the tattoo on his chest, your tongue laving at the expanse of skin between your teeth. He shouted and his thrusts picked up, absolutely pounding into you now. A mewl from you was muffled against his chest. With a ‘pop’ you released his pec and kissed up his neck, “C’mon, Eddie. Make me cum again, then finish inside me.”

“Oh, god.” Eddie was gritting his teeth at this point, determined to make you hit your peak again before he did. He slid a hand down your body, rolling a nipple between his fingers before settling his hand on your pubic bone, his thumb quickly circling over your clit. He was losing his pace, every kiss and bite you pressed to his skin was pushing him closer and closer. “Let me hear you. Let me hear those pretty noises, and come for me again.” He changed the motion of his thumb and nearly roared as you keened beneath him.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck, yes, Eddie!” You buried your face into his chest as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, flames lapping at you with each pulse of your release around him. “Please fill me up. Please!” You lifted your eyes to look at him, needing to see him come apart.

“Holy shit. I’m gonna cum, I-” Eddie thrust deep inside once more before spilling his release inside of you. The remaining clenching from your pussy leaving him with nothing but to give the smallest thrusts as he finished. He dropped to his elbows, his hair falling over his shoulders and caging your faces together for a moment. He rested his forehead against yours again as you both tried to regain your breath.

When his heart rate finally slowed, he reluctantly pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, arms open and inviting you to lay with him. He hummed contently as you snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest. This felt so right.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence between, you suddenly shifted and reached under your side, piquing Eddie’s interest. You grinned up at him as you produced the d20 from earlier. “I think you should roll again.”

Eddie chuckled and plucked the die from your hand. “I guess I can’t really complain about my results from the last one.” Flashing you a cheeky smile, he rolled it in his hands for a moment before dropping it down the curve of your hip. He sat up a little to peer at it sitting on the bed between you, a 20 sitting at the top.

You both cheered and grabbed at each other's face, peering into the other’s eyes before finally closing the distance and pressing your lips together.

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Eddie will compliment you daily

"you smell like music"

"you remind me of soup. Because you're hot, yummy."

"i would still hang out with you even if you haven't showered for days."

"You're almost as wonderful as cake. Almost"

"you're more fun than bubble wrap."

"you have a perfectly shaped head"

"you smell so good, i wanna make a candle out of you"

"you could be porn star, easy"

"if we were the last two people left on earth, i would have no problem repopulating it with you"

"Give your mom a high five for me. She made a hot kid"

Part 2 Part 3

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stellatekintsugi · 1 year

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Eye For An Eye (Prince Paul x Reader)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: Paul’s temper tantrums (throwing things but not at characters), cursing, mentions of adultery, reader and Paul began affair when reader was seventeen and he was eighteen (in this story it is mutual consent and unfortunately things like this happened in this time period), Venus’s honeypot = real euphemism for the female anatomy back then lol (thought it would be fun to add), unprotected sex, slight degrading kink. If you feel I left anything out, let me know.

I plan for this to be a few parts. I'll post as I'm able.

It was another cold winter’s morning in Russia, however, it was just another day for you. Every day you performed the same tasks for the same women. It was never a change of pace. Part of you liked the familiarity, one who didn’t like change. However, sometimes you wished something else would happen to add some excitement for the day. You slicked down your dress, preparing to go help the wife of Prince Paul get ready for the day, a lady in waiting is was your title. It made you sound like a little slut.

You were transitioning into your new role in the royal family. Catherine liked your mom so much that she decided she would let you be Prince Paul’s wife’s lady in waiting. It was a noble position compared to the chambermaid. It would begin full-time after Christmas.

“Get going, ladies. We don’t have all day.”

As if you needed reminding. You began walking quickly down the corridor to her majesty’s chambers. Hers were separate from Prince Paul’s. You had very minimal dealings with him since he married—he was an absolute man child. He envied his mother, craving the throne. You heard whispers and talk about what was going on behind closed doors—conspiracies. You knocked gently at the door before entering.

“Come in.”, his wife, Wilhelmina called out.

You entered, curtsying to her before beginning to help her get ready for the day.

“Purple or blue.”, she pondered, eyeing her closet.

It didn’t matter to you, frankly, you didn’t give a damn but you had to pretend you cared.

“Blue will look ravishing on you, your highness.”, you smiled as you began tightening her corset, causing her to gasp.

“Blue it is, then.”, she smiled up at you.

She wasn’t as rude and condescending as Paul’s mother, Catherine. Nor as demanding as Paul or Catherine. You had learned about this family very well. Catherine was power hungry, that much was clear. It was rumored she had a coup to have her husband killed to seize the throne. You could neither confirm nor deny this conspiracy theory and you wouldn’t comment on the matter to your co-workers or other palace personnel, scared to lose your job.

“I’m sure Prince Paul will love it.”, you commented, trying not to think about him.

“Pshht we’ll see. He’s hard to please.”, she sighed sarcastically.

You didn’t comment back on the matter as you continued to tie and tighten her corset, something you had done time and time again. It was second nature to you. You had helped his mother, Catherine, for years and she broke you in well, critiquing you the entire time you dressed her. Every morning since you were sixteen. However, near the end, she rather preferred you. Your family was far from royalty, your mother worked for the royal family for years when you were a little girl as a chambermaid. You and Paul were very close in age.

You worked in silence with the maids when Wilhelmina’s friends came in, her ignoring you and the rest of the maids as you all worked which you were fine with.

“So, seen Razumovsky today?”, she smirked at Paul’s wife.

None of the other maids appeared to be paying attention to their conversation. You weren’t intentionally trying to listen, but your ears were picking up things.

“No, not today.”, his wife giggled in response.

You tried not to cock an eyebrow or let them know you heard anything. It wasn’t your place or your business to understand. Count Razumovsky was one of Paul’s closest friends. Why was her friend asking if she had seen him today? It was early morning and she should have been asleep all night long.

“You’ll have to read the latest one.”, Wilhelmina smirked as she patted her drawer.

The one she always kept locked under key.

“Tonight after the party.”, her friend smiled.

Wilhelmina agreed.

She eyed herself in the mirror, twirling in her blue dress, admiring and doting on herself. All palace personnel did not attend parties. She had rouge on her cheeks, hair perfectly curled and up. Yours was back in a bun, trying to prevent pieces from falling down. You barely could keep eyes on her. You’d felt this way ever since she and Paul had married just months before.

“Oh Y/N, you’re dismissed.”, she eyed you.

You nodded easily before opening her door and slipping out, closing it quickly behind you. You tried to catch your breath, trying to come to terms with the information you were given. The sun shined through the big windows down the corridor, momentarily distracting you. The sky was a pale blue, snow falling lightly. You were quickly taken aback when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N.”

You shot up to find a familiar but unforgiving face staring you down. Paul. He had that obnoxious wig on along with a red and blue outfit, you were sure to compliment Wilhelmina’s dress. His brown eyes stared into yours, the slight rouge on his cheeks bringing out his eyes.

“Yes, your highness?”

He rolled his eyes incredulously. “Do you know what’s keeping my wife?”

Wife. That word stung you slightly. You did, but you couldn’t tell him so. She was too busy bragging about Razumovsky and the letter you assumed she had written him or received from him. All you could do was stare at him for a moment, his lips almost curving into a frown when you gave him no answer. The shouting and foot stomping was sure to follow.

“I’m not sure, your majesty.”, you shrugged lightly before looking back up at him.

His eyes narrowed. “Is she dressed?”

“Yes, sir.”

He rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “So, what is it then?”

“Again, I’m not sure, sir. It’s not really my business to become involved in your personal matters.”

Paul scoffed quickly before laughing sarcastically. “You didn’t mind being involved in my personal matters before I married, Y/N.”

Your eyes closed, feeling a pang in your chest. You knew exactly what he was referring to and you had tried your best to forget it—calling it off as soon as his engagement dinner was thrown. It had caught you by surprise and he gave you no indication he was to be married. It was stupid that you had even got involved with him in the first place because you knew you would not be able to marry him or have it go any further. You were not someone who would be able to be involved with the future emperor of Russia. You both were young when you became involved with one another, seventeen and eighteen. Paul was older than you just by a few months if you remember what your mom said. He was now twenty-one and you were twenty.

“Paul, please.”, you eyed up to him, pleading with your eyes.

He scoffed slightly. “I mean you didn’t mind being in my room every night—legs folded up and screaming my name as I fucked myself into you senselessly.”

You closed your eyes, his words visibly affecting you.

He eyed you, not breaking his stare. His eyes were like daggers, stabbing into you.

“Paul, that was then and this is now. You’re married now. And besides, your mother desperately is pushing you for an heir. I can’t stand in the way of that.”

He laughed again. “So what? I had no intention of breaking things off with you.”

Your heart felt a glimmer of hope, but your mind quickly shot it down.

“I just can’t be the other woman. Your mother would be furious if she found out we were sleeping together. I’d lose my job, my mother would be ashamed.”

Paul rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Ashamed her daughter was beautiful enough to catch the eye of the Prince?”

You didn’t respond, rubbing your arms nervously.

“Besides, my mother has had countless affairs.”

All you could think about was the fallout that would ensue if anyone had found out about your and Paul’s affair. You knew when his marriage was announced it was best for you to break things off. You all had never truly resolved those feelings. You preferred to ignore him, however, he was making that hard to accomplish.

“Can you not just sneak off later tonight after the party?”, he asked, visibly aggravated and clearly wanting to try and talk to you.

“I have to take care of your wife.”, you didn’t meet his glance.

“Are you denying the future emperor of Russia?”, he asked, tauntingly.

Your eyes met his. “No.”

He was joking with you, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’ll call for you.”, he offered as he grabbed your arm, meeting your glance. His touch was so foreign, unexpected.

“Yes, sir.”

He smirked before letting your arm go just in time, his wife’s chamber doors opening, her eyeing both of you.

“Y/N, I thought I dismissed you.”

“I asked her to fix my sash since you were nowhere to be found.”, Paul covered quickly, snapping at Wilhemina, causing her to leave you alone.

With that, you walked quickly away from both of them. Your stomach was doing somersaults, that being the first real encounter you had with Paul since you broke off your affair. Sure, he would steal your glances at the time, causing your stomach to twist. His wife, Wilhelmina caught him, asking him what he was staring at. It had happened several times that you were aware of.

“Tough morning?”, Maria asked, eyeing you.

You nodded. “I had the pleasure of dealing with Prince Paul briefly.”

Maria’s eyes widened, nodding. “I’d say so, then.”

Maria was around your age, two years younger than you. You yawned easily as you leaned up against the wall, making sure no one was around. You’d be reprimanded for acting lazy.

“Didn’t sleep well?”

You shook your head. Most nights you didn’t sleep well. Your mind was too busy thinking about Paul and your little love affair with him. You were sure to him it didn’t mean anything. Just a way for him to get back at his mother. If anything, you were a conquest to him. Just because you were something he couldn’t have. It was foolish of you to think you somehow meant more to him. He was good—excellent with words. Very eloquent. It was shocking Paul didn’t find a wife on his own. You were enamored with him.

How could you be enamored with a man like Paul? He had a rough, outside shell but deep down inside, he was fragile. Paul could have been honest with you about his impending marriage. That’s what made you so frustrated and angry with him. You were hurt, wounded at the time. Part of you had realized you had no future with him. It was impossible. But part of you wanted, craved a future with him, and hoped by some miracle it would pan out. Why didn’t he tell you?

When Paul didn’t get his way, he became very furious and unable to soothe just like a child. You imagined that came from his childhood. He was eight years old when his father died. You remembered the news of Peter III’s death. Paul was too young to succeed this father at the time. So who did? His mother, Catherine, of course. She was too busy governing Russia to raise her son like a normal mother. They were not a normal family.

“Well, we get through today and we will surely rest well tonight.”, Maria smiled, her optimism shining through.

She was very optimistic—almost too much for her own good. You were once like that, however, you were foolish and naïve. After Paul married, your optimism went away for good. Your mother noticed the change in you, asking what was wrong but you denied her each time, never telling her you and Paul had anything going on. She would have been taken aback, telling you that you put your and her jobs in jeopardy.

You didn’t mind jumping in and helping as long as Wilhelmina didn’t need you directly for any personal matters.

“Breakfast service is coming up.”, Maria sighed.

You nodded. “Let’s get to it, then.”

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Breakfast went on as usual. Catherine brags about her latest plans, them falling on practically deaf ears. Paul couldn’t have acted as if he cared less. Wilhelmina stirred in her food, seeming completely distracted. Maria eyed you easily. You eyed her back, waiting for something to do. You all could feel the tension in the air. Paul asked for a refill, shaking his glass at you.

If he was pretending to be a dick, he was doing a great job.

You grabbed the pitcher easily, giving Maria a last look before walking over to the table. You smiled easily as you tipped the pitcher over, filling his glass, careful not to make a mess. His brown eyes stared into yours, causing you to gulp easily.

“Anything else I can do for you, your highness?”, you asked.

“No, thank you.”, he took a sip of his drink.

His eyes once again were on you too long for his wife’s liking.

“Paul, why are you staring at her?”, you heard her ask him in a whisper.

His mother’s eyes widened at his wife’s words, her lips curving into a smile. One you had seen quite a few times before. She often liked seeing Paul’s life be full of hardship and frustration.

“Staring at whom?”, he asked, his eyes moving back to her.

You felt your cheeks become red and you walked back to Maria, sitting the pitcher down. You wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear but you couldn’t leave until you were dismissed. You would be reprimanded and considered rude if you did. You watched Wilhelmina and Paul’s expressions. She was furrowing her brow, whispering to him hatefully. He did the same back to her, throwing his hands in the air.

Suddenly, he scooted his chair in.

“I refuse to be embarrassed by my own wife!”, he shouted, slinging his glass and breaking it against the wall behind him, eliciting a gasp from the table.

“You’re all dismissed. Get out of here!”, he shouted, eyeing all of you.

His face was blood red, the rouge disappearing. You had seen this look before. He had acted out the day after you broke off the affair. You knew why he was angry. He would give you looks that could kill, criticizing you on any task you did for him. His mom got onto him for being so rough on you, surprisingly. She asked him what problem he had with you. He just scoffed at her and stomped away after throwing a vase and breaking it, one of his many temper tantrums.

She apologized to you on her son’s behalf, stating she had no idea why he was in such a terrible mood, considering she had found him a beautiful wife. You smiled weakly, hearing the words make you realize it was all that much more real. You accepted her apology before exiting the room, going to cry privately.

You wasted no time gathering yourself and Maria and leaving the room, fleeing to the kitchen with her.

“Does he do this often?”, she asked, visibly shaken by the events at breakfast.

“Yes.”, you admitted as you put away the dishes, opening the cupboards and placing them in their correct place.

You needed a distraction, anything to keep your mind occupied. Your hands were slightly shaking.

You didn’t meet her glance. You continued to sort dishes, putting them away.

“Why?”, she asked.

You looked back at her, stopping in your tracks. “No clue, daddy issues?”, you suggested with a small giggle.

Maria giggled back, before coming closer to you.

“I saw him staring at you. You caused the fight between him and his wife at breakfast.”, she whispered.

You dropped a dish, breaking it. “Shit.”, you cursed.

This completely caught you off guard. You always hoped no one else would notice or even suspect anything Eyes were on you as you grabbed a broom and dustpan, cleaning it up. Maria was still watching you with a smirk.

“I don’t think so.”, you whispered back to her.

Maria smirked. “Really?”

“Really.”, you eyed her seriously as you tossed the broken glass away.

She smirked. “He doesn’t stare at any other woman like that. Not even his wife.”

You shushed her quietly as she continued to giggle. “Maria, don’t say that. It’s not true.”, you insisted.

You prayed you didn’t sound too eager to dismiss her assumption. You were afraid you’d give off an indication you knew it was true. You knew deep down inside her words were true, but it was surreal that someone else noticed it. Part of you had thought it was you being naïve and hopeful that he stared at you that much, that he missed what he once had. It was hard to ignore him, but you had to for the sake of your mental and emotional well-being.

However, tonight that would be all blown to smithereens. You just knew it would.

“Look, Y/N, you can’t help he stares at you like that.”, she smirked as she passed through the double doors of the kitchen, glancing back at you.

You sighed at her words, dreading facing his wife once more before the party.

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When getting Wilhelmina dressed for the party, she barely spoke to you. You cleared your throat as you finished helping her get dressed, this time she was wearing a wine color. It was the big party right before Christmas. A huge social event for the royals. She dismissed you and you felt relieved as you left her chambers. It was time to help prepare for the party.

The sun went down quickly, and you and the rest of the staff lighting candles to illuminate the ballroom. It was a big ordeal and everything had to go perfectly or the Empress would be infuriated, taking it out on you all. You silently wondered where Paul got it from. The royals began to enter and the band was top volume. You saw Catherine enter with her new flavor of the month, General Potemkin.

He had come back from the war after Catherine wrote him, pleading him to come back or so you’d heard through gossip. You weren’t sure but it sounded fairly accurate. Not far behind were Paul and Wilhelmina as well as Count Razumovsky. You saw her eyes on Razumovsky, sure he said something to stifle a laugh from her. Paul looked displeased with how much attention she was paying to him as they entered the party.

Your heart skipped a beat as he entered the room, the staff bowing to him and his mother. You did the same, his glance meeting yours. He went and talked to others as you served wine and champagne to the guests. He kept glancing at you, making you feel nervous. After the party, you’d help his wife get ready for bed and then you’d be free—until you were called on. Most often, you were left alone through the night even though you weren’t able to sleep, your mind reeling.

“Um some wine please for Count Razumovsky and I?”, his wife called as she shook her empty glass at you.

Paul was busy speaking with his mother, presumably arguing with her.

You wasted no time in grabbing the bottle of wine and going over to her and Razumovsky. You smiled easily and began pouring the wine. His wife eyed you, studying you. You felt like a bug under a microscope, imagining every possible imperfection you could have had—your dress, your hair, minimal make-up. You were going to do your best to not let her see you struggling.

“Thank you. That’s all for now.”, she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Yes, your highness.”, you nodded.

You had time to really get a good look at Razumovsky and he was not at all attractive. No comparison to Paul in your opinion. You cleared your throat returning to your spot in the ballroom. Paul looked frustrated after finishing his conversation with his mother—one you sure he would recount for you later tonight. The thought gave you butterflies. It had been so long since you had spent time with Paul.

The party seemed to go well. It was nearing the end of the evening and the Empress requested a boastful, loud Russian song to be played by the band. It started slow, a true Russian waltz. You eyed the Empress, beginning to dance with Potemkin, encouraging everyone else to join in. Maria came closer to you, feeling confident they weren’t much worried about wine or food now. Potemkin took Catherine by the hand, beginning to waltz with her.

This seemed to displease most of the other men—jealousy you presumed. Your eyes immediately panned to Paul who offered for Wilhelmina’s hand to dance. Part of it infuriated you but you understood—appearances had to be kept. She took it and they began waltzing, the entire room doing it like clockwork.

“Looks fun.”, Maria eyed them.

“Mhmm.”, you agreed.

Paul eyed you each time you came into his view, you just offered him a small smile. In a few hours, you’d be in his room once again. Just like old times. You weren’t sure if you felt prepared, but you’d have to be.

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The party had winded down, most everyone working together quickly to dissemble what you all had worked so hard to assemble in the first place. Your duty was to go back to Wilhelmina’s chambers and help her prepare for bed. You once again knocked on her door.

“Come in.”, she called.

You opened her door, entering the room. You curtsied to her once more before coming behind her.

“Nice party, wasn’t it?”, she asked you quietly.

You hadn’t expected her to talk to you. Especially after breakfast.

“Yes, very lovely.”, you agreed, beginning to undo her dress.

She sighed, something visibly on her mind. You weren’t going to poke or prod. Once again, it was none of your business when it came to their marriage or their extra-marital affairs—except if you became involved with Paul again. She didn’t say much more to you, just making small talk as you helped her prepare for bed. A knock came on her door. She invited the person in.

It was her same friend from earlier. You were almost done. All you had to do was organize her dresses back before you left and you’d be free for the night.

“I saw Count Razumovsky.”, her friend teased.

You pretended not to hear anything, continuing to organize her dresses and brush the fabric with your hands to make sure there were no rips or imperfections.

“Indeed, something else, isn’t he?”, Wilhelmina laughed.

“Very nice. He compliments you much more than that husband of yours.”, her friend giggled.

Your eyes widened as you organized her shoes back to how they were.

“You think so?”, you heard the smile in her voice.

Your assumption was proved almost at that moment. You finished organizing her dresses and shoes before turning around.

“You’re dismissed for the night, Y/N. Thank you.”, his wife eyed almost as if she dared you to mention this to anyone.

You nodded and bowed. “Thank you, your highness.”

You quickly grabbed the door handle.

“Now, show me the latest letter.”, her friend giggled excitedly.

You closed the door behind you, moving away from her door quickly. You looked over your shoulder, to make sure no one else was around—especially not Paul. Your chest heaved as you walked back down the corridor, dimly lit with candles. Your steps echoed down the long hallway. Snow was falling outside, Russian winters were always most brutal and unforgiving. In a month, you’d be able to visit your mom and dad. You were excited and missed them desperately.

“Miss Y/N?”, the maid’s boss, Larisa eyed you.

“Yes?”, you asked, pushing down a gulp.

“Prince Paul requests your services. He request some wine and his pillows fluffed to his liking.”

You nodded. Could he really not fluff his own damn pillows? Was he that much of a drama queen? This was the moment of truth. Maria eyed you widely and you gave her a glance, telling her not to go there. However, she still wore a smirk. You grabbed the bottle of wine and a glass from the kitchen, and Maria came over to you.

“Prince Paul wants you?”, she asked.

“I’m sure I’m the only one he’s not completely alienated or perhaps the only one not busy.”, you ignored her, gathering a serving tray.

“I’m not busy.”, Maria stated.

“You mostly help the Empress.”, you responded. “They’re breaking you in with her.”

Maria sighed. “I still think he fancies you.”

You came back up, sitting the tray on the counter before placing the bottle of Paul’s favorite wine and the single glass on the tray. “Maria, you’ve got to stop saying that.”, you shushed her.

“Just stating the obvious.”, she sighed.

“I’ll be back. Wish me luck.”, you sighed as you grabbed the tray, balancing it perfectly as you sat off down the same familiar corridor, except you took a right instead of left to go to Paul’s chambers. Your heart began to beat faster as you neared his door. The same familiar feeling coming back to you as if you had just done this yesterday. But in reality, it had been seventeen months. You kept track of such.

You took a deep breath, clearing your throat before removing one hand from underneath the tray, careful to keep the balance. Bringing your hand up to the door, the nerves really began to sit in. Your hand was shaking as you knocked on his door, almost praying there would be no answer.

“Come in.”, his voice was sharp, assertive.

You took the same shaking hand and opened the door knob, him coming into view. He was sitting on his bed, that obnoxious wig was gone and the makeup removed from his face, leaving his natural form.

“Your wine, sir.”, you eyed him as you sat it down on the table near his bed.

He nodded. “Thank you.”

You popped the cork on the wine, before grabbing his glass and pouring the wine, leaving it on the tray for him.

“Anything else, your highness?”, you eyed him.

His eyes looked up at yours as he scoffed at your words. “Did you really think I just called you in here for wine?”

“No.”

“Then why ask me that?”, he stood up, grabbing the glass, taking a swig before inching closer to you.

You shrugged easily, feeling very vulnerable. “I don’t know.”

Paul nodded, taking another drink of his wine. “Do you know how much I’ve thought about you?”

You shook your head, having trouble meeting his eyes now that you were right in front of him.

“I’ve practically driven myself mad thinking about you. I don’t like admitting that stuff you know.”, he eyed you.

You nodded sheepishly.

“Are you not going to speak to me now? Was it my little show at breakfast?”, he asked.

Now that the moment was here, you were having an issue bringing yourself to face him and face the situation. It was the first time you could ask him questions. Part of you feared some of the answers.

“No.”, you stared down at the floor.

“Look at me, then.”, Paul grabbed your chin, tilting it to view him. Your face was just mere inches from his, his touch sending chills down your spine.

The fireplace was warm in his chambers, much warmer than your room. You took a deep sigh, looking into his brown eyes. The fire burning almost just as high as both of your desire for one another. You almost mewled under his touch but refused to be swayed so easily. He had hurt you—done damage to you and part of you wondered if he could undo it. You’d never know until you gave it a try.

“Paul, maybe this was—a mistake.”, you choked out, trying to blink back the impending tears forming in your eyes.

His eyes changed from concern and care to confusion. “A mistake?”

“I’ve just been thinking….”, you trailed off.

“About?”

“What if someone finds out about us? I saw how mad she got when you were staring at breakfast.”, you eyed him.

“Did it appear that I gave a fuck? Who would find out? We can keep a good secret.”

A secret. The word made your heart drop. It was hard loving Paul in secret. You’d done it before. Were you going to do it again? You were so unsure of yourself.

“A secret.”, you smiled, it quickly turning into a frown.

Paul sighed, visibly seeing his response was not one you wanted to hear.

“We were a secret for a long time, Paul. But I was apparently not important enough to be informed of your engagement.”, a hint of venom in your tone.

All of your emotions were finally allowed to come to a head, and you finally being able to express them to someone. You had held everything in up to this point minus the countless nights you cried alone. Paul eyed you, his eyes narrowing. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, rethinking his words wisely.

“It wasn’t like that.”, he breathed.

“Really? So the first news I received of it was your engagement dinner?”, you asked, crossing your arms, turning away from him.

The tension was thick in the air. You looked out the window from his bedroom, the snow falling thicker now. You could see it beginning to lay on the ground.

“I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t sure how to tell you. It wasn’t like it was my decision to get married!”, he defended, raising his voice.

You turned to view him. “Why did you, then?”

“My mother insisted. You know how she is. In case you don’t, ask your mother.”

“So you just fucked me until you were going to decide when it was the right time to tell me of your engagement?”

Paul curved his fist, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, doing his best not to blow up. Especially at you. His entire life was frustrating and it was growing impossible to continue to deal with it. His own wife was ignoring him. His mother treated him like a child when he was clearly old enough to be on the council. He was visibly frustrated, wanting to burst at the seams.

“No, I wanted to continue things with you.”, he resolved, opening his fist and ungritting his teeth.

You sighed. “I broke it off for the both of us.”

Paul laughed sarcastically, taking another drink of his wine. “For the both of us to be miserable?”

“No, to protect your marriage and protect my parents.”, you responded.

He went over and sat down on his bed. “My marriage is a facade or so my mother tells me.”

You quietly walked over to his bed, taking a seat beside him. “Why do you say that?”

He took the last sip of his wine, sitting the glass back down on the silver tray before looking up at you. “Tell me something and be honest with me.”

You nodded, encouraging him to go on. “Yes?”

“What really kept Wilhelmina this morning? I’m sure it wasn’t because she was innocently gossiping with her friend Anastasia.”, he eyed you.

A sigh escaped you. “If she finds out I’ve told you—”

“She won’t. I promise.”, he took your hand easily.

You looked down, eyeing his hand in yours. Your watery eyes looked back up at Paul’s. You could just imagine what your mother would say about this scandalous act you were committing.

“Um, well your friend, Count Razumovsky was mentioned.”, you were easing him in.

His eyes widened. “Razumovsky?”, he repeated.

You nodded. “And there were mentions of letters….somewhere in a drawer she keeps locked. I’m not sure if she writes him or he writes her. Maybe both.”

Paul appeared to be a little genuinely surprised by the bombshell you had just dropped.

“Mother was right.”

He rubbed his face with his free hand, his jaw ticking with anger. You could just see the rage building inside of him.

“I’m sorry, Paul.”

He looked up at you before laughing hysterically. “Sorry for what? Exposing my whore of a wife, don’t worry. The only horrid thing is I owe my mother an apology.”

You both sat in silence for a moment. His other hand is still in yours.

“I know it still must be hard.”

Paul sneered easily. “No, hard was being deprived of this—of you.”

His words caused butterflies in your stomach. Your brain hardly had time to process his words before he raised your chin without warning, kissing you deeply. You had missed his touch—his kisses more than anything. You melted into the kiss with him, resting an arm back on his bed to keep yourself from falling back onto his bed, feeling weak.

“Paul-”, you interjected through a kiss.

“Hm?”, he hummed in your mouth.

“Should-we-really-do-this—again?”, you asked in-between kisses.

“An eye for an eye seems fair to me.”, he spoke before his lips met yours again.

Your arm finally gave out, Paul noticing and seizing the opportunity. Your kiss was broken, falling back onto his bed—the softest sheets you’d ever felt in your entire life. Paul climbed on top of you, towering over you. You felt his breath on your face as he began placing kisses on your cheeks, trailing down your chin and neck before reaching your chest. You had missed this so badly.

Even though the room was warm and toasty, goosebumps still appeared on your delicate, sensitive skin.

“Let’s get you out of this dress, yes?”, he whispered against your skin before he placed a kiss, sending chills up your spine.

You nodded as you sat back up, Paul beginning to unbutton the back of your dress, revealing your corset. You reached behind your back easily, loosening the ribbon holding it together, keeping eye contact with him, a smirk playing off your lips. He smirked back, realizing you wanted this as much if not more than he did. Your dress and corset fell to the floor, leaving you exposed. You took your hair down easily. Paul’s eyes widened.

“I think your breasts have gotten fuller.”, he commented.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Well, perhaps. It’s only been seventeen months. Maybe you’ve just forgotten them.”

He smirked, coming over to you, cupping one of your breasts in his hands, causing a slight moan out of you. “Believe me, I’ve not forgotten.”

His words caused a smile to spread across your lips. He took his fingers, dragging them across your nipple, and began to twist it, causing you to mewl under his touch with a moan. A smirk spread across his lips. He knew then and there that he still had you under his spell to a degree. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft exhale. He looked down at you, smirking. It made your stomach turn, a hot feeling pooling deep down inside.

“Paul….”, you sighed.

“Tired of being teased? Beg the future Emperor of Russia to fuck you.”

Desire burned in his dark, brown eyes. You swallowed a gulp, looking up at him. He didn’t break his stare. It ignited something in you—you all in this compromising position.

“Your majesty, please fuck me.”

Majesty would be how Paul would be referred to once he ascended to the throne, becoming the Emperor of Russia. You could tell this stroked his ego.

The words rolled off your tongue like honey. Paul smiled, shedding the minimal amount of clothes he was wearing, clearly preparing for bed. You bit your lip as you watched his member spring free. He was fully nude standing in front of you. He smiled smugly as he took his cock in his hands, beginning to stroke it, clearly teasing you. Your had your legs pulled up, waiting for him to do what you were begging him to do.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he stroked himself a few times, letting out a few moans.

“You—know—still—doesn’t feel as good as when I’m inside of you.”, he commented, clearly struggling to maintain his composure.

“Really?”, you asked sheepishly.

He nodded before easily gripping your thighs, parting them, preparing you for him. “Yes.”

You felt him brush his member against your entrance, running it up and down your aching clit.

“Paul.”

“Ask correctly.”, Paul commanded before lifting his hand up before it made a sharp, stinging contact with your hip, causing you to yelp.

“Your majesty, please fuck me.”, you begged, your breathing hitched.

He smirked. “Do you know what an honor it is to have the future Emperor of Russia fuck you?”

You nodded. “Yes, your majesty.”

He hummed in satisfaction as he ran his cock against your clit once more, causing you to mewl under his touch. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“My mother would fall over dead if she heard you say that.”

You smirked easily, holding your breath slightly, waiting for him to give in and fuck you. He teased you two more times before finally granting your wish—what you had been begging him for. He took himself in his hands, giving his cock a final stroke before shoving himself deep inside of you. You moaned loudly in response, missing this feeling of being full with him.

“Did you miss it?”, he smirked.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He began thrusting himself into you, his pace nice and steady. He steadied himself, sinking his fingertips in the skin on your thigh. You wrapped your legs lazily around his waist, him working himself deep inside of you, managing to hit the right places, gaining moans from you with each thrust. Paul could see your face becoming flushed.

“Paul…..”

“Yes?”

“I’m getting—close.”, you moaned, closing your eyes,

You just knew this was stroking his ego. “Cum for me. Cum for the future Emperor of Russia.”, he groaned, continuing to fuck himself into you.

You felt yourself reaching your climax, the feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach. It was an ache you would never forget. Your toes began to curl a tail-tale sign your impending orgasm was near.

“Paul—”

“Cum for me.”, he growled.

That final sentence was all it took to send you over the edge.

“I’m cum-cumming now.”, you hiccuped, gripping his bedsheets.

He smirked as your Venus’s honeypot tightened around him, the walls squeezing his cock. Your legs tightened around him, a final moan escaping your lips. He groaned, closing his eyes but he continued to fuck himself into you.

“My turn.”, he groaned.

You lay on his bed, hair sprawled out on his sheets, feeling your eyes growing heavy. He could see you were already fucked out and he loved it—it gave him a sense of power. His thrusts became faster and deeper, more sensitive than before since you reached your climax. You gave small whimpers with each thrust. His breathing was hitching with each thrust, a sign he was coming close to a release. You both knew each other all too well.

“I’m gonna cum—are you ready?”, he asked, groaning.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”, he groaned.

“Yes, your majesty.”

Those words must have sent him over the edge. His hips stuttered, ceasing his thrusts immediately. His chest was heaving as you felt his cock pump his release into you. He stayed like that until he was satisfied he was finished before pulling out of you, causing a whimper to escape your lips at the loss of contact. He sighed as he fell on the bed beside you.

“Did you enjoy that?”, he asked looking at you.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled as he took you into his arms. The contact shocked you but you allowed him to do it, realizing you were becoming wrapped back into this affair with him. You watched Paul’s expression easily, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Paul, I’ve got to go.”, you sat up easily.

“You can’t stay for a little while? Take a small nap with me?”, he sighed, visibly annoyed at the loss of you in his arms.

“Morning will be here soon. And I absolutely can’t be caught in your chambers.”

He sighed as he watched you stand up, visibly weak in the knees and trying to grab your clothes. You made quick work of it, getting them back on almost as fast as Paul took them off. He pulled his sheets around him before he sat up in the bed, watching you.

“Tomorrow night?”, he asked.

You looked back at him, smirking. “Tomorrow.”

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‼️YOU (don’t) KNOW I’M NO GOOD‼️

Detective (Killer) Quinn x Reader

3.6k words - Sequel to Tainted Love -

Inspired by *that* photo shoot - this is for @ceriseheaven 💋

Summary: Danger is apparently closer than you realise. ‼️ TW dark themes within: graphic descriptions of death/murder, and some mild stalking ‼️ porn coming up hot in the next one folks (I forever wish I could be one of those writers who just hops right on into writing smut - you’ll have to hear me waffle a little bit first Kay?)

A Hooker is found dead off Sunset Boulevard. Throat slit.

Her lanky limbs, stuffed into a horrible stinking dumpster behind the Whisky a Go-Go.

A blue dime store high heel lays in the alley. There’s blood spattered on it

You were there like a flash. Still tripping into your heels and zipping up your skirt, pulling on panty hose. Doing up your pussy bow blouse as you waited at the bus stop. No food or coffee in your belly. You’d no time.

Just sheer gut adrenaline and deep throbbing hunger for this continuing nightmare. Your story is here and you’ll hunt it out.

The bucking up bootstrap talk you give to yourself every morning. Shaking off shallow sleep. Finding that well of your elbow grease and getting the bit tight between your teeth. Grabbing your lipstick and your voice recorder as you run out the door.

Forever hauling ass to and from the corner of Clinton and Larchmont at the Chronicle office. Whenever you’re needed; have pen and gumption, will travel.

Sleeping at your desk with a deadly knotted crick in your neck. Back and fucking forth, from your baby pink and slowly rotting Las Palmas apartment building.

You exist from ends to end of cigarettes and chucking back shots of bourbon at night after a steamy shower. You scrounged your way by on half snatched lunches on the go, mustard hotdogs or everything bagels, black coffee, two sugars, no creamer. Gin with ice and lemon on Friday nights, and little to no sleep at all.

News never sleeps. Why should you-

You’d scrape to the bottom of this hellscape crime if it killed you.

Oh Birdie, Birdie, Birdie.

Another girl mangled dead. Another bloodstain soaking into the very same stretch of tarmac that’s laid with the gold star walk of fame.

A house way up in the Hollywood hills with two male roommates. And now a Hooker dead a stones throw off the boulevard. It’s random. There’s no pattern there. No food-chain event to yet glimpse a rhythm in.

You’d managed to elbow your way past the male reporters. Balding fat Murray’s and Brad’s, who came flocking from the Times and the Glendale Press.

With their cheap brown suits and oily moustaches. Ketchup blobbed on their polyester shirts and sweat pit stains, and usual brand of misogynistic bullshit. The way they talk about the dead hooker is like she was vermin.

You struck gold. You found the girls. You shamelessly shove your nose, and your cheap Jet Rag heels, all up into the business of the deceased’s friends.

Gathered around the cordon with you, tear streaked. Wiping weepy mascara trails. Last nights make up still caked on and very high heels. Hickies around their necks and up fingertip marks cobwebbed up their thighs.

You don’t take shit from them. No male reporter thinks their input is valuable? You do. You carve out time for them in this callous fast paced city that sees them as unwanted features.

You learn her name. Skinny Tina. So called because of her love of smack. Junkie to it. Liked leopard print dresses and her blue denim jacket. Smoked lucky’s. Came from Nashville. Old fixture on this block. Older than the stars she trod over.

You learn how she kept her corner. Worked her patch solid, from Bob Hope, all the way up to Ella Fitzgerald. That was her turf.

They tell you about the John she got off with last night when they last saw her. You cling to that morsel like it’s your lifeline. Root out as much as you can.

Scribble furiously. White male. Mid forties. Red Thatcherite braces, whiff of Wall Street about him. Prick from a lawyers office or some shit like that.

You nod. You ask. You write. Pulling meat off the bones of this case

You’ve no idea you’re being watched.

From behind the shiny windscreen of a Porsche no less. He sips his shitty weak coffee. Slips his eyes all over you as you stand there with the hookers. Unswerving determination behind those glasses lenses of yours.

You give each of them your card. You tell them to get in touch if another girl goes missing. Or if anything happens. Catch anyone skulking around. Ring you. Day or night.

Like you care toots. You just want your name in the paper right? They stand there with one hip cocked. Eyeing you with spiky pessimism.

You’re punchy. You meet eyes and you don’t shrivel away. “I care.”

You scribble your personal number on the back in red biro and hand it over. Shove it at them with hard core stoicism. You take the time to stand here and give a shit about these women.

You stand behind the yellow tape and write endlessly on your pad, the girls drift away from you. Heels clicking sharp on tarmac. Back into the filthy streets. Back to brutality and drugs and trying to make a living.

The cops buzz around the scene like the very same flies that drift off the trash. Shooing people off from the alleyway. Overflowing garbage trampled all over the sticky greasy puddles in the concrete.

Poor girl. No place to die.

You feel your heart sink low, dragging deeper down like sediment as you consider how it must have been to have it all end like that, in a place like this.

This shining golden city of angels and hope and promise, and this is the worst part of its seedy underbelly. Rock clubs of legendary name and girls selling themselves outside of it. Dying out in the back alley, being left to rot like trash.

Worst of all, is that no one gives a shit. Another hooker dead.

That’s LA’s normal beat baby.

Out the corner of your eye you catch that car again. Flash of it. Hot rod red. Waxed shiny. You know he’d be here somewhere.

He strides into the crime scene past you. Time of no concern. Dunkin’ coffee cup in hand. Licking sugar glaze off his lips. Box of six glazed his other hand. Like this is some sort of brunch date, and not the scene of a homicide.

The big boots are still a fixture. Bell bottom black trousers like he’s on the set of Starsky & Hutch. Sitting on that trim slutty waist. Sways with his hips as he walks. A satin black button up with a too big collar, undone to his sternum. Wearing a gold medallion chain with a saint, but he sure as hell ain’t one.

His neck swims in sainted things but his hands have committed all manner of sins.

Peers at you across those ray bans. Brown eyes swimming up your legs. Licks his lips. Sweet sugar.

That prim little blouse he swears he can see your bra poking through. Dainty lace cups holding your tits. Skirt grazing good big sexy handfuls of your hips.

Fuck you look heavenly.

“Well well. If it ain’t my little Birdie.” He calls across to you as the tape is lifted for him by a stony faced cop. Macabre grin.

You look up from your pad. Meet those swallowing chocolate eyes. He’s leering over his shades at you.

“Quinn.” You swallow.

Try to ignore the way the blaze of morning sun slips like liquid amber down his skin. Slipping between his pecs and collarbones like he’s bathed in mandarin orange oil. Glimmering off that necklace. Ocean cold blue neon from buzzing sign shot through those dark curls from behind. Bleeding out the alley.

You don’t know what it is about him that you like. He looks so wildly slutty that it’s making your mouth water. He’s definitely anything but boring, and your mind absolutely runs to a filthy place with that insinuation

He’s got you trying to recall the last instance you carved out time for some sex in your life. It had been months. The clench in your gut made you aware.

“Are we making a habit of this?” He checks. Narrows eyes at you all playfully.

You, me, the yellow crime scene tape. Mangled bodies. Sirens shrieking. Yeah. Romantic as hell-

“Let’s hope not. Detective. Hardly the stuff of foreplay.” You counter. “Can I get a quote for tomorrows edition.”

“Wouldn’t that be neat of me.” He teases.

You bite back annoyance. He sees it in the scrunched set of your jaw.

He brings up another doughnut to his lips and takes a huge untamed bite. Smirking at you.

He swaggers away and up to the dumpster. Prances around the evidence. Not that the killer left much- blood spattered shoe. The cut throat. Same old same old. Blah blah blah.

You sigh as you make ready to leave. Blood out of a stone. You won’t get anything else here.

Only a small scrap of what you’d hoped for clutched in your pocket. That will get you shunted back to your usual place on page six.

You turn away and begin to head up the Boulevard. Maybe you’d find a place for some breakfast. Your feet are aching. Head sour for lack of caffeine.

“Miss.” Comes a bark from a gruff cop. Who steps under the tape and towards you.

“Chronicle. I was just leaving.” You flash him your staff badge and back away thinking you’re gonna get chewed out for being nosy. You’re a girl reporter, the axe blows tend to fall heavier on you from grumpy cops. Sexist fuckers.

“Quinn asked me to give you this.”

He hands you an empty cigarette packet. Lucky Strikes. The paper is worn thin. Perfumed like it’s been in a purse. Not a pocket.

Skinny Tina smoked Lucky’s.

You look at the cop. He just rolls one shoulder up in a shrug. Not his job to care. Plods away.

You open the well thumbed crimson cigarette packet and inside is a line of scrawled text. Slanted spidery scrawl. Pin nib stabbing into the paper.

This is the work of a serial killer.

Your world grows cold. Sudden and terrible like someone’s sucked out all the dry choke of that LA heat. You thumb the packet in your hands. When you peer up and spin back to the cordon-

Quinn locks his eyes on you. And smiles. Those eyes glow at you.

There’s your story, Birdie.

Rain is LA is vanishingly rare. But when it comes, it comes fucking furiously.

It’s spitting down your windows so hard it’s like it will do anything in its power to shatter the glass.

Palm fronds from the stumpy trees outside your windows skate and scrape the glass and cast long fingers of spindly shadows. A faded essence of tropical paradise about this shabby place. The pink walls, palm trees. The empty pit of a mouldy swimming pool out back, filled with graffiti, crumbling tiles and trash.

The air walking home was so thick and smooth you could sip it. Full up of rain clouds and chasing away the humidity.

You turn home and show your back to this water-logged night. Your shoulders and hair damp from running from the station.

You draw your thin drapes but the red light soaking into the room through the shitty pink things. The light stains them up like they’ve been left bloodied.

Your bedside lamp glows in the corner. Peachy pink from the rosy shade. Your room is entirely bathed in lapping tongue red and rose pink.

You cranked your pathetic shower up high and stood under the warm spray until it drained to cold. Your scrubbed your hair from dripping to damp, and slipped on an old white t shirt that slipped off one shoulder. Black lace panties.

Hair still wet as you padded through to your bedroom. Empty glass of bourbon on the nightstand. Half full bottle. You’ll be dipping well into it tonight.

Today was long. Endlessly so. Dragging you down like you’ve got concrete blocks tied on your heels. Cutting into skin as it drags you down.

There’d been another one. Found tonight way out past skid row, under the 6th street bridge.

Stabbed in the back and left to bleed. A kid. A stupid punk teenager, with his apple green spiky hair, belt chains and ripped spray painted anarchist shirt. Bruises on his knuckles showed he put up a fight.

A bag of weed and ketamine in his pocket. Track marks up his arms. All tangled and fired up in fiery self-rebellion. And it led him to dying under a bridge like some junkie.

There was such a clamour at the crime scene cordon that you got physically shoved aside, and ended up skinning your knees in the process. Tearing your pantie hose. Walking home with blood peeling down your calves. Stuck with muck and grit.

You felt miserable. You were miserable. Another day designed to sink you. All teeth and stomping jaws clamping on your pride and happiness.

You hounded as much as you could squeeze out the cops on scene with bleeding knees burning. Hands scraped from your fall. Not much at all.

Your mood was as far in the gutter as it could get. The shower helped. You swiped stinging betadine across your broken skin and chucked back Bourbon to ignore the grating pain.

You drunkenly shuffle to your small strip of a kitchen. Aqua blue and white tiled lino. Cheap but clean. Your whole place was really. Pink drapes and thick blue carpets bleached and matted with age.

Bathed briefly in the blue light and puff of cold from the fridge. You reach and chuck more ice in your used glass and fill it up with even more brown liquor. Mind swirling away and you let it. Close your clunking fridge door with a sloppy hand.

The booze helped. You were ignoring the irony that after a hard day you were crawling into the bottom of an Old Taylor bottle.

You were supposed to be a man about all this. Man up. Well. You’re a woman and you have to do this job twice as hard and relentless and with double the scrutiny from men. And in heels. So you decided long ago;

Fuck that.

You laid on your bed and thought about having dinner. A sad tin of soup or some box of ramen you’d forgotten about in your cupboard.

But instead you just lay there on your sheets and let the bourbon take you away.

And then your phone rings. Shrills to attention on your bedside.

You twist your head back to look at it. Past your cheap peach satin sheets. Your crappy cracked pink telephone won’t shut the hell up.

You launch over the bed and sit up to answer it. If it’s another call out to a murder site, you swear you’ll quit. “Yes?”

There’s a second or two of huffing crackling static the other end. And then,

“Nasty night isn’t it?”

That voice makes your whirling head sit up and pay attention. Oh that voice. He hears the way skin grazes on your covers. The pull of your lungs seeking breath. That makes him outwardly think of your tits too and he can’t help his mind wandering off into filthy plains.

“Quinn?” You check. Your mind is curling and blurry. But by now you’d know his tone when you hear it.

He bites his lip cause it gets him hard. Rubs his fingertips into the square box of the telephone he’s curled against. Sweat on his fingers chafes against the black plastic.

“Hey Birdie.”

“How did you get this number?” Your drunk mouth blurts out. Your tongue feels all fat and clumsy with drink. Loose- even.

He chuckles. It’s breathy and it’s beautiful. Slips like melted chocolate into your ear through the receiver. It may be a smooth sound but it does something sharp and twisting to your gut. A tug.

“I have my ways.” You can hear his stupid big grin.

“Cop ways I’m guessing?” You counter. He detects a tone levelled at him. Flash a badge and he can own this town. Walk in anywhere.

You reach over and bring the phone onto the bed. The cord of it trailing behind as you wrap the coiled wire around your finger. You sit up and cradle the phone between your ear and shoulder.

Eyes flicking over for a second to that well thumbed Lucky Strike’s packet. The one he wrote in and gave to you.

“I don’t need to go flashing my badge as much as you’d think. I can be very persuasive.” He charms. Like he could pluck down all the hanging stars and set them at your feet.

You don’t doubt that. Silver tongues and doe brown eyes seldom mix.

“You weren’t at the scene today. Worried me a little.” He adds.

“I worried you? You hardly know me.” You state.

“I personally-“ There’s a clink as he presses his hand flat to his collarbone. Clink of a chain. “Think we should change that.”

You sigh in confusion because you just can’t think of what else to do. Is he asking you out? Is he hitting on you? Is that what’s happening here?

“I was at the 6th street bridge today. Up until I got knocked down by the clamouring TV and camera crews and skinned my knees. And then it started to rain, I was getting nowhere so I called it a day.” You offered up.

The blazes up something in him. Sparks churning friction against the liquid gunpowder of his temper. All it takes is a spark. He has to take a deep breath at the thought of you bleeding.

“You alright?”

No not really.

I saw a kid brutally mangled and stabbed today. Skin ripped where someone tore him open with a knife.

I’m fucking lonely in this city and I have no friends for miles.

My job is the fucking pits of Tartarus some days.

“Ask me after my hangover tomorrow. When I don’t feel like a failure. And I didn’t see a dead kid torn to strips. And I’m- sober.” You curse under your breath.

Bulldog tone of yours all snappy and treading the borders of your patience. Bone weary.

“That sounds like a lot on your plate.” He offers. He sounds tender. The tenderest thing you’ve heard in a while.

“It sure as shit is. But I’m not sure I should be venting to a cop about it.” You admit gruffly. Standing up and holding the phone to your ear. Idly gazing at the rain outside. Coming down in sheets, hammering cold at your window ledges.

You pour yourself out more bourbon. Cause fuck it.

Oh, you play spiky and icy and he likes it. He’ll play you into his hands. You’ll be worth the wait.

“What if I’m one of the good ones.” He grins. Licks his lips. Outright lies.

“Don’t play games with me, Quinn.” You warn.

Funny; that was his line. Usually with a knife in his hand edged against a fragile throat.

“What if I can help you out with some private information on these cases.” He leans right in and purrs into the phone. It makes you feel squirmy. Like you’re under his gaze again. That flirty one that gets peered over his ray bans.

“And why on earth would you be doing that for me?” You keep your head screwed on straight. What little sense there is left that Bourbon didn’t steal.

“Mutually beneficial arrangement.” He drawls.

“Listen Detective, if you think you’re gonna get your dick wet just cause you toss me some scraps, you’ve got another thing coming, and it’ll be my heel stabbed in your eye.” You promise with punch.

He chuckles. He can’t deny the threat of that and the thought of fucking you had him harder than he’d care to admit. The glimpse of you he had in his head on your back and taking it. Indecent. Glorious.

“I’m no idiot, Birdie.”

His dark eyes graze through the glazed rain walls of the phone booth. Glass striped with wriggling rain and haloed car lights burst through in reds and searing white. The Porsche sits waiting behind him. Dotted in silver.

He can see you through your window.

He’s across the parking lot in the phone booth. One arm braced against the metal wall. Eyes pinned on the slice of that tongue pink room and the vague shape of you he can see through the thin drapes.

White shirt. No bra. Lace panties. Sat on your bed in that entirely pink-red washed room. Light kissing and wrapping your skin. And you’ve no clue he can see you.

You’ve no idea how bad he truly is for you. It’s delicious that.

“Why did you give me that cigarette packet, Quinn?”

He’s quick to answer. He’s thought about this answer. “Leverage.”

“Leverage?” You repeat like you can’t comprehend the word.

“Over those assholes at your paper who think that you don’t deserve your spot alongside them. Scraping together your sanity for every shot at the front page.” He says.

He cut to the quick. Like he’s torn your skin away to see in. Your dimly lit life with your bottles of booze and your struggles. Somehow he pieced you together so well it was like he had your blueprints.

“You don’t know me.” You gasp out. It’s incredulous. He’s making your head spin.

“I know a lot more than you’d think. It’s my job, after all. I like to think I’m good at it.”

“That sounds like a lot of ego talking.”

“In that case you should let me take you out for lunch tomorrow and see for yourself. Buy you something to soothe that little Bourbon hangover.”

Your spine flashes clammy.

“How the hell do you know what I’m drinking?”

Your head is thumping. Dread curling horrid up in your stomach like dead burnt leaves come fall. Crunching and crushing.

“Like I told you. Birdie. I’m just that good.” He chuckles.

Oh but he isn’t.

There’s a click and he promptly hangs up.

You’re left there watching the rain skate furiously down your windows. Listening to the dead tone on the other end blare. Thunder grazes the valley.

It feels more sinister than it should.

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sabinemorans · 2 years

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Roll for Initiative

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k+

NSFW Warnings 18+ ONLY: Pussy eating, lowkey public, fingering, praise kink,

Note:Eddie is only on his second redo of senior year so he’s only a year above Reader😇

Some elements Inspired by the lovely Eddie Cultists on Tik Tok who only fuel my obsession further

Three…two…one. It was exactly 12:15 and Eddie had places to be. He’d been trying to subtly but carefully watch the clock ever since lunch had started all while entertaining his friends by reading the articles that damned their favorite hobby.

“It’s just ridiculous!” Mike said, chewing on his roll. “No one cares to see what we actually do so of course they think it’s demonic when it’s just a game.”

“Curse of living in a small town,” agreed Dustin with a shake of his head.

Eddie chuckled and tossed the magazine back onto the table. “Don’t be discouraged young friends, one day everyone will see the complexity and depth of Dungeons and Dragons. Now!” He slaps his hands on the table then grabs his soda, draining it quickly and tossing it into a nearby can.

“If you gentlemen will excuse me, I gotta go have my real lunch.” Eddie stands and grabs his lunchbox. It was time to see his favorite person in the whole world-you.

The older boys at the table chuckle and shake their heads, knowing exactly where Eddie is headed now but not wanting to be too crass in front of the younger ones. Plus only a small circle of people even knew about the two of you in the first place and no offense to the freshmen, but they were not in that circle. Eddie often left lunch early after chatting for a little bit but he’d never given anything close to a hint as to why before now, always saying it was just important and something only for him to worry about. At Mike and Dustin’s confused faces he just waves it off, heading out towards the back of the cafeteria while flipping the bird at them affectionately.

“What does he mean by ‘real lunch?’” He hears Dustin ask, and Eddie smirks to himself as he walks out of earshot. Only the best thing in this damn school, he thinks to himself as he makes his way down the nearest hallway, down more stairs and another hallway. He reaches his destination of a seldom used classroom after only a few minutes and after checking that the hall was empty, knocks lightly in a specific pattern. The door opens and as soon as he slips inside he’s enveloped in the familiar scent of you.

You’ve wrapped around him so suddenly and with such force you’ve pinned him to the door, causing it to close much louder than normal. It echoes in the hall and you both freeze for a moment-waiting for someone to investigate. When no one does, you giggle to yourselves and lean even closer into each other’s space.

“Hey there honey bunch, didja miss me or what?” Eddie was grinning and he knew how his stupidly big brown eyes made you feel inside so of course he flashed those proudly. When you melted visibly the grin got bigger. His arms were tightly wrapped around your waist in a hug that left little room between your bodies, which is how you liked it. “Could’ve gotten us caught, you naughty little thing.”

Eddie dips his nose to your neck and inhales deeply, moaning as your natural scent and your perfume flooded his senses. He was a sensory guy, always needing you close in a way that would remind him of you when you weren’t within sight or on the phone with him. Your smell on his clothes, the taste of that stupid new coke you liked on his tongue, an article of clothing he could stash in his pockets and touch whenever he wanted. He always called himself a simple man but really Eddie was demanding in his need for you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You hum in response to the sweet touches and light teasing, running your hands up and under his shirt to be skin to skin with him. “Buuuuut we didn’t get caught! So maybe you should just kiss me and we can get you fed properly.”

Deciding to be evil (in his opinion at least) you lick his lower lip slowly, your hands moving from his back to his ass which you grab firmly. He groans as he complies, kissing you deeply and slipping his tongue into your mouth with ease. He’s fumbling with the door lock behind him for a moment before he’s leading you further into the room without once stopping the kiss. When your back hits the teacher’s desk you smile against his mouth and finally pull away.

“Someone’s hungry today huh?” You say as he helps you up onto the desk. His hands are sliding up your thighs to push up your skirt and his eyes are zeroed in on his meal but at your tease he flicks those brown eyes back to you and winks.

“Oh you’ve got no idea gorgeous…if I don’t get a taste I might go crazy, and you don’t want that do you? Plus,” Eddie grips your panties suddenly and starts to remove them, helped by you when needed all without looking away from your eyes. The goosebumps forming on your skin were a sign he was doing something right. “If I wanna graduate with you I’ve gotta get to class on time. Can’t be late.”

You wanted to say something snappy he could tell, your mouth opened but after he slid your panties down your legs and completely off he tucked them neatly into his back pocket; effectively reducing you to just a nod of acknowledgment. Eddie grinned as he lowered himself between your knees.

“Eyes on me babe,” he purrs up to you, a distinct tone of need in his voice. He kisses the inside of your thighs softly, massages the outside with his hands and by the time he makes his way to your center he can tell you’re becoming desperate. He hums as he pulls you closer to the edge and slides his hand up your body to encourage you to angle yourself back a little. He pulls his hand back down your front slowly, enjoying the feel of you on his palm before fully burying his face between your legs with a deep inhale.

“Fuck you always smell so good…” he moans, nuzzling his nose above you and then letting his tongue flick out to your clit while his thumbs pull your lips apart. Eddie smiles up at you as you shiver, his hands sliding around to grip your ass. “Cmere baby…”

He could feel you watching as he spelled promises out along your pussy, making you moan and grab his hair for leverage at how voracious he was. Eddie didn’t do anything half assed except homework, and least of all you. He moaned in response to your hand coming to grip his dark curls tightly. One ringed hand was placed on yours not to stop you, just to hold you there. When you opened your legs wider and pressed his face further in a full body shiver overtook him.

Fuck you were so good! Eddie’s tongue fucked your pussy for as long as he could, before finally pulling back to breathe with his lips and chin wet with your slick. He was so hard for you now, the grip on his hair that you refused to relinquish had his cock pulsing. Unconsciously he rubbed the heel of his hand against the bulge in his jeans, looking for any kind of relief he could get in the short amount of time you two had.

You noticed the movement and grinned, sitting up a little and tugging on his hair in a way that just made his cock need you more. His mouth opened slightly and his brown eyes were almost glazed as he looked at you. The tugging of his hair always made him want to whimper and do anything you asked but there wasn’t time to fuck you properly before you both had to be in class. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall to check the time-ten more minutes, that should be enough to get you over the edge and get you both through the day until you could be truly alone. He swallowed the water that suddenly filled his mouth as he thought about drinking you down, tasting you for the rest of the day and his cock throbbed.

“All worked up just because of my taste? Look at you Munson, if anyone saw they’d call you whipped,” you purred, a mischievous grin spreading on your face.

Making direct eye contact with you with those big brown eyes of his, Eddie slowly wets two of his fingers, sucking them into his mouth down to his rings. You visibly swallow as you watch him pull them out soaking wet, your eyes going from his to his rings and back. He leans forward and strokes his spit slicked fingers along your folds casually, up…and down, pressing in lightly on your clit before dragging back down to slowly press them inside you. You gasp as your body opens for him and he stands, towering over you now with his lips brushing your ear. He chuckles hearing the shaky breaths and stifled moans as he finally sinks both fingers down to the hilt, your pussy walls fluttering deliciously around him.

“I prefer the term pussy drunk sweetheart. Here, why don’t you taste for yourself?” Eddie drags his lips over yours at the same time that his fingers begin to curl inside you, making you gasp loudly with need. Then his tongue is back in your mouth and you groan desperately, clinging to his battle vest as your breathing becomes more labored.

“F-fuck,” you whimper. Smirking against your lips Eddie gives you one last kiss before pulling his face back just enough to see you clearly.

“That’s it sweetheart…I can feel you tightening around my fingers like such a good girl,” Eddie praises, his fingers speeding up and he takes extra care to make sure he brushes against that extra sensitive spot inside you. You’re breathing heavy, suppressing moans now and your hands are fisted in his vest so hard your knuckles are white and he just cannot get enough. You’re so fucking beautiful to him he can’t stand it and even though he doesn’t have time to fuck you properly he makes a vow to himself as your walls start to clench hard that by the end of the day it’ll happen.

Your eyes are threatening to close as you get closer but just before the wave hits Eddie whispers, “fuck, can you look at me? Open your eyes sweetheart, lemme see your eyes when you cum all over my fingers. For me baby, please?”

When your eyes flutter open and meet his he feels like he almost cums with you. The sight of you falling apart under his hand makes him mutter fuck with an air of triumph and need. You squeaked loudly when the pleasure finally became too much and Eddie’s other hand slaps over your mouth to keep you quiet while he wrings every last bit of cum from you that he can.

Putting on what you called his “melted chocolate voice” he speaks directly into your ear, his fingers finally slowing to help you come down from your high. “Shhhh shhhh…I got you sweetheart, that’s it, that’s my good little girl. Cumming so good for me baby doll-I fuckin’ love it.”

When your body finally relaxes, exhausted, he pulls his fingers from you and tips your chin up with the hand that had kept you quiet.

“I love you sweetheart. You’re the only girl for me, you know that?” When you nod with a glazed look in your eyes Eddie chuckles and gives you a sweet little kiss, just gently pressing your lips together. He checks the time then and mutters a curse, pulling away from you.

“I gotta get-I’ll see you later yeah? You’re coming over tonight.” Eddie quickly sucks his soaked fingers clean and grabs his lunchbox, ready to leave when you call him back.

“Huh…huh? I am?? Wait-Eddie you-you have my panties!” You were too weak to chase him down and he knew it, but your eyes seemed clearer. You were still on the desk with your legs open, skirt down hiding your pussy from him (which was probably a good thing or else he may have just come back to you for more).

As it was he really was trying to graduate with you which meant getting to class on time this year so he just smiled at you and winked. “Gotta come over if you want them back right? Be careful to smooth your skirt down before you sit anywhere.”

His hand on the door Eddie stops himself and then looks back at you one last time. “You know what-just be careful in general. I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine. I don’t share food with anyone but you.” He blows you a kiss. “My place after dark. I’ll see you then, my good girl.”

And then he’s gone, practically skipping to his next class and thinking of what else he can do to you. People are looking at him a bit funny in the halls but there’s not a damn thing on his mind besides you, and what he’s going to do to you once you’re in his bed.

You both might be skipping school the next day from sheer exhaustion.

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foundtherightwords · 4 months

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Hey everybody, just want to let you know I'm taking a little break for Christmas/New Year (only from posting fics though. If you want to chat, my inbox is always open!) I'll be back after the New Year with:

A little one-shot fix-it for Leonard Bast (and Helen)

A fairytale AU for Prince Paul (completed, 15 chapters, 67k)

A multi-chapter Gothic AU for Hellcheer (WIP)

A multi-chapter fic for Grunauer (Overlord - did you know that in the original screenplay, the character actually survives?) I'm still trying to write my way through all of Joe's characters if I can, and this idea is in the very early stage of outlining, but I will write it.

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for any of these. Happy holidays and see you in 2024!

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littlefandomfairy · 19 days

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tom grant | ralph | billy knight | prince paul | eric

🩷 (fluff) 🍆 (smut) 😈(angst) 🩹 (hurt/comfort)

last updated: 04-09-24

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🍝 Tom Grant (Makeup)

morning shenanigans by @littlelioncub43 🩷🍆

5 minutes in heaven by @babybluebex 🩷🍆

🍸 Ralph (Timewasters)

wizard by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

at last (series) by @luv4fandoms (individual warnings)

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touched starved Billy by @elliewlums 🩷🩹

Billy craves your touch by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

let me take care of you by @wheels-of-despair 🩷🩹

visiting family for christmas by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🩹

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out of the dark by @babybluebex 🩷🍆😈

🫢 Eric (A Quiet Place: Day One)

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joseph Quinn x fem. reader oneshot where reader wakes up to find Joe playing with their 1 year old daughter?

mornings - j.q

how do you guys come up with such cute concepts 🥹 honestly have no idea if this is what you want so sorry about that. probably has a lot of mistakes, probably is awful but enjoy i guess <3

also just wanted to add- now, this isn’t for compliments or sympathy as i know it can be looked at in that way but, i am honestly not doing to good recently. whether it’s body image or mentally it’s just all too much and writing is seriously my only escape so thank you to everyone who requests. i really appreciate you guys taking my mind off it

every day without fail your daughter, Penelope, would wake you up. there wasn't a morning from the day she was born where you weren't woken up by her. you were honestly very jealous of Joseph as he'd sleep through her whining and sleep till around 9ish. sleeping till nine to you seemed like a dream.

Joseph didn't know that you were still being woken up by Penelope, you'd tell him you got your sleep but you didn't. you didn't want to disturb his sleep as he'd been working so hard and he had interviews coming up and who wants to be tired in an interview?

it was a Sunday morning. the sun was bright and there was a small breeze coming through the bedroom from the half open bedroom window. Joseph was woken up by loud cries coming from Penelope's room. he checked the time, the clock read 8:09. for him, it was way to early to be up. he turned to look at you, seeing your sleeping body turned towards him. he'd only just noticed the slight bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you were getting.

he bent down to kiss your forehead before lifting the covers off himself and walked towards Penelope's bedroom. he opened the bedroom door, seeing her sat on her bed, tears rolling down her face. he walked to her crib, seeing her arms go up for him to grab her. he gave her a closed mouth smile before bending down to pick her up. "good morning sweetheart. what are you doing up so early?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't get a reply from her except babbles.

she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and he kissed her temple, his hand rubbing up and down her back softly. she calmed down quite quickly so he walked back into the bedroom and got back into bed, bringing his knees up so he could let her lean against them. he saw you in the exact same position you were in when he left the bedroom ten minutes prior.

Penelope looked at her dad with adoration. she was definitely a daddy’s girl and it was obvious to anyone that she loved him so much. Joseph smiled at his daughter who blushed profusely. he let his hand move to stroke her cheek and then move down to tickle her neck. she giggled loudly, making him smile and shush her. “shh sweetheart. we can’t wake mama up” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face.

she smiled and let her hands move to her face, her right fist entering her mouth making Joseph swat it away softly. “no biting yourself, come on, you’re one years old you should know this by now” he whispered, looking at her with wide eyes. her smile grew, showing her four baby teeth, two on the top and two on the bottom. Penelope babbled, trying to talk about something Joseph couldn’t understand but went along with it anyway. “wow bug did that really happen? no way. that so cool” he said, acting shocked as she babbled along. sometimes you and Joseph would talk about her babbles and wonder what she said. this morning in particular, he wished he knew what she was saying in her little language.

Joseph let his head fall back, accidentally hitting his head harshly on the headboard, making him wince in pain. Penelope stopped babbling and laughed loudly as Joseph’s hand went to rub the back of his head. her giggled filled the silent room as she watched Joseph let out a small ‘ouch’ before looking back at her. “is daddy hurting himself funny to you?” he asked her, his hand moving to tickle her stomach which made her laugh louder.

“is that really funny huh?” he carried on, her laughs only getting louder. he smiled at her. he loved hearing her laughs. you opened your left eye, being woken up to the beautiful sight in front of you. your daughter laughing whilst her daddy tickled her. you loved watching the two of them interact with one another, they were 100% the same person just in two different bodies.

Penelope looked exactly like Joseph, same eyes, same hair, same mouth, same ears, the one thing she inherited from you was your nose. Joseph let his focus move from Penelope to you, seeing you move to sit up. “morning sweetheart, sorry if we woke you” he said, looking at you with a sympathetic smile. you shook your head and smiled back at him. “it’s okay, i’m sorry i didn’t wake up to get her, you need your sleep for your interview” you said, rubbing your eye softly.

“no way, you need your sleep as well love, i’m glad i woke up first honestly, you wake up with her every morning” he said, watching as you moved to let your head rest on his chest. he kissed your forehead and let a hand brush through your knotted hair. you felt the warmth of his body radiate onto yours as you let your eyes fall closed again, the feeling of his hand running through your hair lulling you back to sleep.

Penelope looked at the two of you and lent forward, her hand accidentally slapping you in the face. “ouch” you said, your eyes opening again. she giggled slightly before babbling to herself. you smiled, knowing she obviously didn’t mean it. “ ‘missed you” Joseph said, kissing your forehead again. “i’ve been next to you the whole time” you said, smiling at his comment. “yeah i know but you were sleeping, i couldn’t speak to you” he said, his hand moving from your hair back to Penelope’s mouth where she’d let her fist go back into her mouth, pulling her fist away from it.

“well, i’m awake now” you said, kissing him on the chest before looking back at Penelope. even though you were tired and all you wanted to do was sleep, seeing your daughter and husband made you not want to change a thing. the two of them were your whole world and you were so lucky to have them.

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vxntagedior · 2 years

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sailor boy

summary | you can’t help but tease eddie on his first day of work

pairing | eddie munson x fem!sinclair!reader

warning | fluff, based on this post

word count | 770

“God this is so stupid.” Eddie groaned, looking at his new work uniform in the mirror. “Like, is there anything else?”

“I think you look adorable.” You gushed. “The blue brings out your eyes.”

Turning around, Eddie’s eyes didn’t expect the flash that came in front of him, blinking his eyes multiple times before getting his vision back to see you smiling at him, the polaroid in your hand.

“Don’t you dare.” Before he even got close to you, you snatched the photo away from him, smiling playfully.

“Babe, please.” You smiled, “You’re gonna wanna remember this day, your first job.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, let’s go.” You were adamant on driving him to work, mostly so you could go shopping around the mall and end your day at the ice cream parlor.

On the ride there, Eddie was sliding down his seat everytime you guys came to a stop, not wanting anyone to see him.

Arriving at the mall, and seeing the vast amount of people, Eddie was ready to crawl into a hole, to await his death.

“Eds.” You giggled, “stop being a baby, let’s go.”

He muttered under his breath about how childish it was, working the scoops ahoy’ sailor uniform and holding onto his girlfriend’s hand like a mother walking her child into school for the first day.

Eddie’s eyes were glued down to the floor as you guided him through the crowded mall. No one truly looked, just glancing as they passed by. There were a few to see his blow out hair brushed under the hat and a few of his tattoos scattered over his arms and legs.

“Hi Robin!” You smiled at the younger girl, seeing her working the front when you walked in. “I have your newest employee.”

Eddie barely looked up at Robin before gripping your hand tightly before leaving.

“Eds, you gotta let go.” You whispered, pushing up against your toes, gaining a few inches to press a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be back later.”

“So uh,” Eddie was nervous, “I’m Eddie.”

“I’m Robin.” She said it like it was obvious.

After the awkward interaction with her and the not so easygoing one with Steve, the two started going over the basics of the store, which really wasn’t much.

“Ahoy.” Eddie said in a disgusted tone when he saw the next group of customers come up to the register, “Erica?”

“Eddie.” The little girl looked at her older sister’s boyfriend before she stifled a laugh. “Y/n wasn’t joking.”

“Shut up, what do you want?” He rolled his eyes.

“I want to try butterscotch, mint chocolate chip and strawberry.” Eddie obeyed, giving her the three samples before she started once again.

“Can I try the butterscotch again?” Erica was a menace to Eddie Munson and she made sure of it.

“No.” He refused, frowning, “I’m going through this again like at the movies, if you want your own get your own.”

“Fine, a scoop of strawberry.” She said, “And don’t cheat me out of a scoop or I’ll tell Y/n.”

“Tell me what.” Eddie wished you walked before your sister arrived, saving him from his misery. “Hi E.”

“Hi Y/n.” Erica gave you a smile, Eddie’s eyes widened, always wondering how you never saw the little brat that was trapped inside your sister. “Do you want ice cream, I’ll pay.”

“No it’s okay, let me treat you girls.” Each of the girls' eyes widened, generously thanking you before telling Eddie which flavor they wanted.

Sitting with your sister and her friends, you waited for Eddie to finish up and come out so the two of you could leave. Walking out from the back, you turned to see him waiting for you now, bidding your little sister goodbye, grabbing his hand and walking out the mall.

“How was your first day?” You asked, starting the engine of your car, slowly pulling out of your spot and out of the parking lot.

“Great.” He said sarcastically, “Makes me remember why I hate the people in this town.”

“They can’t be that bad.” You said.

“I sat on the phone for thirty minutes listing every flavor we had to a lady only for her to say she wanted vanilla and then hung up. Did she want me to bring it to her or something?”

“That’s customer service for ya.” You laughed. “God you look so cute!”

“Can you just drive?” Eddie turned his head away from you, his eyes looking over the roads, his cheeks were red and was ready to crawl back into bed, and especially out of his uniform.

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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MUST WATCH. ✨

Okay this is without a doubt the greatest Eddie edit I’ve ever seen. It’s 3 minutes long but it’s so worth it.

Holy shit when I say I got goosebumps. The last 90 seconds are intense 🤌🏻

Credit: @jessejr on YouTube

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simonsfav · 1 year

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Eddie's compliments pt. 2 <3

"your mind is like a kaleidoscope"

"your ears look like tortellini, delicious" "is that why you're always biting them??"

"you remind me of my grandma's couch"

"you're so cute i wanna put you in my pocket"

"you're awesome x100 to the 100th power"

"you look like a young version of my future partner".

"the hair on you upper lip looks nice, i wanna nap there"

"i would love to spend every minute of every day with you, but some days i actually have to get stuff done"

"if you know how much i think about you, i would be very embarrassed"

"our time together is like a nap, it just doesn't last long enough"

"I'm always amazed by the things you don't find embarrassing about me".

"i bet you sweat glitter"

"from now on, all my birthday wishes will be about you"

Part 1 Part 3

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🎃 Close Your Eyes, Dying flower🎃

🎃 this is a Halloween story (18+)🎃

🎃 dark!Eddie Munson x F!Reader🎃

MINORS DNI

🎃 A/N: This is my first story in years, it's a long read and feels a bit rushed but I'm pretty proud of it. I spend months working on this story I hope you all like it. Was Supposed to be a one-part story but part 2 coming soon

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends since childhood, but ends when he shuts you out and starts dating Chrissy cunningham. you believe there's a deeper meaning.

word count: 8k

TW: 18+ Angst dark theme, Language, blood, fluff (at the end), someone being attacked, flashbacks, toxic father. the theme gets darker as it goes on. mention of deaths of un-named characters (Let me know if I missed anything) a little unedited

First, it started off with the small things “sorry y/n I can’t hang out tonight Chrissy and I have plans.” you Breathe deeply this was the 2nd time this week that Eddie canceled on you. “Oh okay, I guess I’ll catch you tomorrow?” you asked with hope.

“Yeah we can do that.” a small smile formed on your face there was still hope. “okay” there was an awkward pause. “Um, I'll see you then.” Eddie said nothing else just a simple “bye.”

“By-“ the line went dead before the words came out, you cleared your throat trying to rid the knot that was in it. Moments went by sitting on the couch watching the news about another missing person, and you realized you didn't ask what time.

When Saturday rolled around you made your way to his trailer knowing it was okay to show up unannounced. friends since 8 his home was your 2nd and the same with yours

he spends more time at your home than his own not wanting to be alone because his uncle worked late sometimes. You too unseparated conjoined at the hip as your mom would say

At this point, you were able to read each other's minds so you thought.

you give a light knock hearing chatter, giggling and thuds coming from the inside, you stood there for 5 minutes before knocking again this time harder. you instantly hear silence the thudding come closer to the door as you watch the nob jiggle a few times before it swings open, you couldn't help it to jump back scared a bit only calming down when you see the shaggy hair man opening the door. he was out of breath sweaty and shirtless. “hey, w-” he cut himself off trying to catch his breath, swallowing hard before finishing “what are you doing here?” he asked looking confused.

You were a bit hurt at the fact that he forgot about today's plans with you but quickly pushed it to the side. “Oh I just came to pick up the book I left here a few weeks ago” you lied through your teeth, Eddie looked perplexed not remembering seeing any school books laying around but his own.

“oh, ill look.” he closed the door back hearing bits of talking coming from the open window on the side where his room was. you only realized later that someone was in there. you waited patiently wishing he would let you in like he always does, it made you feel like a stranger. He came back with a shirt on this time “emptying handed “ sorry, Y/n/n, don't see it “ “wha-” you cut him off. “that's fine” you backed away trying to find a fast exit “I probably have it home and just misplaced it.” That didn't make sense but you jumped on your bike anyway speeding down the road. Eddie closed the door only to realize that he made plans with you today. he swung open the door to call after you but you were nowhere in sight.

Then it all hit at once, he stop talking to you and stopped answering you all together “Hey, Eddie.” you said cheerfully with a small wave as he walk past hand and hand with Chrissy, But he didn’t see you at least that’s what you hoped. You haven't seen spoke or him in 3 weeks since that day at the trailer park, you started eating alone at lunch, there was never any room at your usual seat since Eddie introduced Chrissy to everyone from hellfire club.

Your mom started to ask where Eddie was. “Oh, he got a job so he's been busy.” You lied for some reason, you told her.

she didn't have to make extra food for dinner. after a while she stopped asking, making it all too real for you.

The day he told you he asked Chrissy out you were confused, he never expressed he was into the girl before. He always thought the popular kids were all self-centered assholes and you couldn’t agree more, so what changed?

“Since when you're into Chrissy Cummings?” He looked at you for a minute, which made you feel bad for even asking, it wasn’t really your business. “The same reason you were into Eric Scott,” He said, stuffing more food into his mouth. You didn’t know where that came from but you made it into a joke “ Okay you got me there.” You laughed but he didn’t join in. He got up to put his dishes into the sink.

You didn’t know why he was being so secretive about his relationship with Chrissy he wasn’t with his short-term ones, he told you everything from the sex to the non-stop fighting, every little detail he told you.

You didn't find out about Chrissy until about a month into the relationship.

When DnD night rolled around Dustin took the courtesy to inform you “Hey, y/n you're coming tonight right?” He asked you you frowned. “coming. to. what. tonight?” inch out each word hoping he would fill in the blank, You smiled but still frowned “To play DnD… duh” he cut his eye at Mike. “Since you missed the last few games.’’

“What?” You looked between the two boys confused “Yeah, it’s tonight” Dustin didn’t catch the hurt and confusion in your voice, racing thoughts going across your mind and face “the last few games Chrissy has taken your place.” Panic ran to your core making you feel sick when you heard that. Did he replace you? That can't be true not your best friend he wouldn’t do that.

You didn't hear a word Dustin said only catching the end “ She's not a bad player, she’s pretty fun.” He smiled thinking about the soft blond. “Dude.” Mike finally intervenes.

“I’ll catch you guys tonight.” You quickly said speed walking away from the pair.

He wouldn’t do that right? you're his best friend, conjoint at the hip your mom would always say since forever you thought. Maybe he thought you were busy? no, you thought he was cutting you off does he realize his doing it? You had this battle with yourself for weeks now unable to have a real clear thought without Eddie clouding it. he was eating at your brain nonstop and he doesn't even know it, the love of your life lives carefree fuck free without the thought of you in his mind while he plagued yours.

you hesitated to open the door hearing shouts coming from the other end, you had this battle all day and it all added up to this moment you couldn't help this feeling of not being wanted there was a few time you felt like this when your dad left,

You couldn't help to think about those things when Eric Scott lost a bet and had to ask you out and humiliated you when going for the first kiss on a date “Ew, I can't keep this up” he push himself back rolling away from you. “what?” You were confused “did you really fucking think I was into you?” Dread washed over you, you knew it was all too good to be true. stupid stupid stupid you repeated to yourself. Snickering made you come back to reality, people were watching you. You turn to leave the ring but bummed into something hard, looking up it was Eddie “Are you okay?” he asked, holding both sides of your face blocking you from the world, you allowed yourself to break, tears quickly growing in your eyes almost falling to your knees. Eddie grabbed you, helping you sit down. “I wanna go home, I wanna go home.” you repeated people walked by haggling you, making kiss faces you cried harder “fuck off!” Eddie shouted.

he looked up watching Eric laughing with his friend's hand and hand with his girlfriend before walking away. “FUCK THIS” Eddie grunted through his teeth jumping up and making his way to the unaware boy his feet hit the floor hard enough to sound like bass of the music itself. you cleaned your eyes barely calming down, glimpsing around for your best friend into you heard a shout “GET OFF OF HIM.” GET OFF OF HIM YOU FUCKING PSYCOPATH.” You looked up seeing people were no longer Snickering and pointing at you but looking behind you, you whipped your head to the sound. You searched into your eyes and landed on Eddie punching Eric.

His head flew back hitting it the floor below him. he tried to push him off, putting his hand in Eddie’s face. But regretted it when he bit him, Eric hollered in pain. Eric's girlfriend screamed hitting Eddie on the back. You kick the skates off and started running into the forming crowd pushing past people trying to get to your best friend.

You looked back seeing Justin and the rest of Eric's friends re-entering the building.

Panicked rushed over you, and started moving faster to get to him. You drop to the floor crawling finding gaps to get to Eddie faster making some people fall along the way “Sorry.” not sure if it rushed any ears finally getting to reaching him.

You grabbed him trying to pull him off the boy but failing and falling on your ass, you hear shouting coming from the other side of the crowd knowing Justin and the others are getting closer and are coming to not fight fair. You jumped on Eddie’s back “Eddie.” You whined out, tears slowly speeding back up, you wouldn’t know what to do if he got hurt defending you.“We have to go.” You cried out but still went unnoticed Eddies face was red and hot when you touched it. “Eddie, please stop.” You sobbed lips hitting the shell of his ear, you watched the boy below him bloody. That’s when Eddie stopped mid-punch. You wrapped your arms around his torso, finally feeling him breathe for the first time. “We have to go,” you said again pulling him by his vast but that barely did anything. Eddie stood full height slowly backing away with your pulls watching Eric cough up blood. Justin made it to his friend, his eyes widened at the harm, and his wilded eyes met Eddies. “COME ON.” You pulled, Eddie saluted Justin and smiled he stumbled a bit from your pulling.

“Your fucking dead Munson!” Justin was hot on his tail but got closed off by the people to see the damage and to see what was going on. You and Eddie slipped past with ease running to the van and jumping in. speeding off hearing shouting and glass hitting and breaking against the van.

Neither of you said anything you relaxed a bit but the fear soon rolled in when you got back to eddies place.

When you both made it to the safety of Eddie’s home it all sits and you begin to freak out

You started to breathe heavily, tears blurred your vision. You were so focused on trying to hide your fear you didn’t know Eddie noticed.

“Hey,” Eddie said softly, coming near you and resting his hands on your shoulders bending a bit. looking into your eyes “no one is coming to hurt me or lock me up, okay?” he already knows what was running through your mind. “but you don't know that.” you cried out, finally letting your tears fall.

“They, won't I promise,” he said sitting next to you pulling you into his side. You cried silently to yourself, Eddie rested his head on yours bringing a hand up to rest on your head playing with a few stands, “are you okay?” you asked barely in a whisper. Eddie chuckled a bit. “I should be asking you that.” he put his hand on your forehead. You hmmed a bit but didn't answer him at first “I'm okay” you finally said he signed “ I know your not, tell me babe” He whispered. You didn't miss the way your heart jumped at the pet name. “I don't know, it's stupid I should have known better. You played with your fingers. “It's not stupid, what he did was wrong.” he swallowed hard feeling the anger coming back and putting his head back.

You lay back as well resting your head on Eddie’s lap looking at the demi light hitting the ceiling. “But I should have known better.” That Eddie could agree with, you should have known better not because he’s a popular guy but because he is the popular guy that makes fun of people like you and him endless teasing. And the way that eric treats other women he didn't want that for you, especially the ones that he sees below him.

You laughed a little, making Eddie look down at you. “Why would anyone like me?” you asked yourself, not knowing you said it out loud. Into Eddie spoke up “I like you.” he smiled to himself. “Not like that Eddie.” You whispered sadly, “No one is going to like the town freak, I'm not a cheerleader, I’m, not Chrissy Cunningham,” you said in a humorless laugh. “She has it all” you finished “I wonder what her dad is like.” you thought out loud again. “Is he a bastard like mine or does he love her.” this was the first time you said anything about your dad in years he was surprised.

“The imagination really, sets you up for failure.” your breath was shaky “ God I can't believe I thought he was different.” How so? Eddie asked already knowing the answer.

“I don't know.” you didn't want to talk about it anymore, unable to find the words to explain the feeling of being loved to only learn it wasn't real you knew that all too well. Because right now all you were feeling was false hope “I just thought everything would be perfect. Like what the fast kiss would feel like” you said so low Eddie barely heard it. He knew what you were getting at.

Eddie watched the tears build with the reflection of the light, hating the fact that someone has called you so much hurt he felt that when you cried for days about your dad. He knew it himself about his own parents…. rejected.

“Don’t let him make you feel that way.” He said feeling his cold rings rest on the side of your face and turning your head to meet his big doe eyes. He lightly stroked your cheek. Tear finally falling from your eyes, he whipped them. “So what you've never been asked out or never been kissed.” he said studying your face, he opened and closed his mouth as if he was going to say something but stopped.

“That's why you don’t go out with people that have two first names.” he joked earring a genuine laugh from you and wiping your tears. “There she is” He smiled leaning down and kissing your forehead.

You and Eddie fail a sleep like that.

Days went on you waited anxiously for the cops to come for Eddie but no one came.

turns out that Eric had bought drugs from Eddie and didn't want to ruin his ‘good boy’ image if Eddie got locked up and the truth somehow came out, “see I told you.” Eddie gives you a shit-eating grin. You chewed Eddie out after you learn what he was doing in the woods after school.

Times are different now you thought now it felt like you didn't know him anymore and he never knew you, you kind of wish it was true it would save you from this feeling.

you heard loud shouts coming from the inside that made you decide altogether. unlocked your bike getting ready to jump on and ride away

“Y/N, hey. You turn to see Lucas and Max approaching you “Hey,” you smiled warmly “You finally made it.” pain pinged in your chest everyone thought you just didn't want to come anymore. “Wait are you leaving?” Max asked looking at the bike in your hand. You followed her eye to the bike “No.” you lied, cursing yourself. “My.” you stop to get your story straight “The bike lock isn't working and I was trying to figure out what was wrong with it.”

“Aw, don’t worry about it just bring it in,” Lucas suggested max agreed you nodded giving a tight smile.

They both walk to the door opening it for you “Hey, Look who we found outside” Max yelled in everyone looked at you walking in “oh my god, you came.” Jeff yelled jumping up and meeting you halfway, you couldn't help to smile and laugh as he pick you up making you drop your bike and spinning you around. “ I missed you too.” You giggled he put you down picking up your bike “where have you been?” Gareth asked

You were about to answer when you locked eyes with Eddie's in that moment it felt like you were the only two in the room. He smiled a little and it felt like your heart bloomed making you feel alive again all your pain, hurt and anger seem to disappear you felt relief for the first time in weeks it felt like hope, and you smiled back.

He broke contact when the blonde grabbed his arm and wrapped herself around him. He smiled big at her as if she was the only thing in the world to him, with that the feeling in your chest disappeared you looked away taking your stuff off and talking to the others

Once everyone settled you had nowhere to sit your spot was next to Eddie in past games but was occupied by Chrissy. “Any more chairs?” you asked looking around

Eddie frowned “your staying?” he asked you stopped in your track “Yeah.” you laughed out

“Were too far in Vecna’s cures to introduce new characters,” Eddie said, his face was unreadable. “that's fine I can play my usual role.” you want back looking for a chair behind the pile. “No,” he said with demand “What?” you were confused at his coldness to you “ I gave Chrissy your role.” everyone's heads shot to Eddie. “You what?” You asked feeling your body warm with heat

“You didn't show up for the past few games.” He said with a blank stare, Who was this you were talking to this wasn't your best friend you were looking at “ that's because you didn't tell me about those games.” you stood your ground

“I shouldn't have to tell you about schedules .” he leaned on the table he wasn't making any sense but was trying to make a point

“Which You didn't bother to give me.” You talked over him. “Y/n,” He sighed. “Eddie,” you said folding your arms.

The other watched as if you and Eddie were in a heated tennis match

He stood back to his full height chuckling to himself he knew you weren't giving up that easy. “like I said we are too far into the storyline to add a new character,”

“What is your problem?” you ask finally at your breaking point with him. “Nothing.” He said with a blank stare.

“Did I do something to you?” You tried to hide the hurt in your voice. You know you didn't do anything to Eddie you just want to see if that would push him over the edge, and he’ll tell you the truth you continue before he can answer “ first it the barely answering my calls, to not don't hanging out, to ignoring me completely in public, now this.” your breath was shaky

Your word vomiting was getting to him his face turned red and started to breath heavy “maybe it's because I can’t stand fucking being around you.” he said with anger and hate. That shut you up, that feeling again, that feeling you felt so many times before but this one was worse. Tears blurred your vision. You waited for him to take it back but he never did. It felt like you were stabbed in the heart, and heat rose to your ears. “Oh wow.” You couldn't hide your shaky voice as tears rolled down your face, he really meant that you thought.

The room was quiet, everyone was shocked at his Outburst. in all your years of knowing Eddie he has never gotten angry to the point of yelling at you. You may fight and debate but never to the point of never hurting each other's feelings.

You were blinded by emotions not thinking straight, you want to grab your stuff making your way to your bike, and out the door, “You’re an ass you know that.” Erica said once you made your way outside Before you heard the others shouting from the other side.

You stood there for a minute not knowing what to do. You felt lost just as you did when your father left, but this felt different this was pain.

The feeling of rain brought you back to Reality. You put your stuff on trying your best to not end up sick. Tears blind your vision, clumsy wrapping the scarf around your neck.

The light rain fell a bit heavier when you made your way down the road, leaving Eddie once again this time it felt like for good.

Once you made it home, you were freezing but too far away to care you wet the floors as you made your way to your bedroom. Luckily your mom wasn't home to scold you about it and about being out late with a possible killer being on the loses, But only wishing she was. hoping it will be dry when she got home.

you got straight into bed wanting the day to end, passing out soaking the sheet as you fall harder. Lightly hearing the phone ring in the distance, too exhausted to answer it you let go letting another tear roll down your cheek before shutting the world out the ring finally stopped.

The sun peck through the curtains waking you, still in the same position as the night before. You lay there pleased with the peace of first waking up, into last night's events filled your mind again. Your vision blurred your heart sank further. This feeling you dread, you fight back tears but the pain only grows worse A knock snapped you back to reality “hey, kid.” Your mom enter, and you dragged your face across the bed wiping the unfalling tears from your eyes. “You're going to be late for school” She reminded you. You only nodded, she turned to leave closing the door behind her. But to only re-enter “Did you fall asleep with your clothes on?” She asked. “Yeah I was tired after I got in late from hanging out with Eddie last night.” you half lied, setting up. you wouldn't necessarily call it hanging out. You didnt know what hell to call it, you didnt know a lot these days you thought.

“M'kay, but try not to do that it'll probably be a while before I can get you some more.” She reminded you. “Sorry, mom I forgot.” She gives you a reassuring smile before walking out. Your biggest supporter, only wanting the best for you sacrificing so much for you. Held you when you cried over your father, she held it together. But yet you shut her out, lying to her for weeks about what's going on between you and Eddie. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her the truth, feeling if you do it be true no longer in your head. The guilt set in, and your tears rolled down your cheeks. Too much was hitting you at once. You finally made your way into the bathroom ready to get this day over with.

When you made it to school you made sure to avoid everyone as best you could skipping lunch, and trading sits so you could sit at the back of the class so you wouldn’t sit in the middle of Gareth and Jeff.

Weeks want by you come home later and later not wanting to be alone with your thoughts. Taking on Small tutoring jobs to keep your mind off things when you weren’t doing your own studies, spending hours on them it semi kept you grounded

Packing your things up and ready to head home, you looked around one last time making sure your mess is clean so Mr. Quinn won't have more work to do. “You heading out?” “This early” you turned When you heard Mr. Quinn. You looked at your watch striking “10:49 this was early for these days “Yeah, I have an exam in the morning” you smiled, putting your backpack on. “all right.” “be safe out there kid, I’ll see you tomorrow” “see you tomorrow” You walked backward before turning around heading out. The cold air hit you as it did every night making sure you buddle up well so you won't get sick again.

You hopped on your bike like you did every day and made your way down the road. Light rain softly hit you “Fuck.” You swear. Nowhere near home, you knew you were going to get sick again. You push harder to try to make it home faster speeding down the road something knocks the wind out of you calling you to fall to the ground hard. You were dazed blinking a few times from the ground meeting your head, slowly getting up stumbling a bit to grab your bike from the other side of the road. Your body burned with body aches as you bind down.

Stopping in your tracks when you heard noise from the woods balls ring in your head that something knocked you off and not you just falling. Not wanting to stay around you tried to jump back on your bike to only see big long deep cuts on your leg, blood poured out making you feel faint. The same sounds made you look back into the woods this time growling. You tried to get back on your bike wincing in pain and falling off again. You looked towards the woods, seeing glowing eyes in the leaves. Your heart race getting up a final time looking back at the woods hopping on the bike shakenly making your way down the road, looking back you see a dark mask making its way to you. You screamed as you were knocked back off feeling cold but hot on your arm looking down and seeing more long deep cuts in it.

The rain fell harder as your world went dark.

Bright lights blind you through your lids. you heard voices all around but couldn’t make them out “I’m sorry, we don't know what's going you with your daughter” you heard. A loud sob broke out, who is that you thought? “What attacked her?” “what kind of animal could do this?” they asked again. You recognize the voice it was your mom, you tried to call out to her but nothing come out your throat was dried and hurting. “We don't know.” was all the man could say “So what now,” She asked through her tears “Just spend the little time she has left with her.” She cried harder tears ran down your face why is she crying? You tried to speak again but you were stopped again in pain. “Oh, baby.” You felt soft hands grab yours. She kissed them. Her voice sound faded you blinked out. You don't know how long but when you come back she was still talking.

“Who did this to you?” “What happened?” I don't know mom you thought you could feel your throat getting tight preparing to cry. Into last night events ran through your mind again making you panic and making you jerk hard, you felt a pain on your side. “Dr. Drew!” your mom got up yelling.

You couldn't stop your body from moving You heard footsteps enter the room “WHAT'S HAPPING.” your mom screamed, “WHY IS SHE BLEEDING FROM THE EYES.” Your mom shrieked. “ GET HER THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” The doctor said You felt small, far away, everyone sound like they were at a distance. You could hear your mother crying, you tried to talk again but still nothing, making you panic even more. You scream but nothing, you could feel yourself fade in and out. Am I dying you thought, is this what you heard? They were talking about you. You could hear your hollow breath, heartbeat reaching your ears. You faded out one last time.

Feeling coldness on your face, you could hear a voice getting closer. “I’m so sorry.” someone whispered “I don't know if you can hear me.” you heard a sniff. “But I want you to know.” the words were breaking up as the tears grow thicker. “I. Love. you.” They broke down. Feeling dried lips on the side of your face, Eddie? you thought. He rubbed your face kissing you again. Eddie, I’m here. I can hear you, I love you too you cried out. You tried to move but nothing you felt trapped.

He looked over your sickly body, he watch as your veins swell and pulsate unnaturally under your skin your eyes looked sunken. he watches sweat and black blood pour off your body tubes down your throat, you breathe fast as if you were panting.

You don't know how long you were like that, but you listen. He talked from your childhood to know. “God.” He sighs. He stopped for a bit.“ This all my fault.” He broke the silence. This is not your fault you said to him, this is no one's fault.

He continued, but he started to sound far away. Not again, he fades in and out. You started to panic, pain rose up in your body and you jerked again. Making him stop, he got up.

The monitors want off, your mom ran back into the room. “SHE’S HAVING ANOTHER ATTACK” she yelled back in the hall the nurses ran in the doctors close behind. “What's going on?” Eddie asked in a panic. Your mom pulled him to the side and explain to him in tears about the violent attacks that's been happening every few hours, and whatever attacked you poison you and its been slowly killing you. He drown out whatever else your mom said, his heart raced his blood ran cold. You were dying, he slowly back out of the room running down the hall, hearing your mom call after him, he knew what was going on.

Later that night he made his way back to the hospital, leaving in a hurry he couldn't control himself this time, holding so much in he didnt want to hurt anyone. He lightly touches your mom's arm, making her look up. She smiled a little. happy to see him back, she looks back at you. “I've been so scared to leave her.” She whispered, catching a tear and wiping it away. Eddie didnt want her to leave the room but she had to it was the only way for him to save you. He took the spot next to your mom, he didn't know how long he sat like that.

just watching you.

He knew he fucked up, and if this work you’ll probably wake up hating him for how he treated you. A sound coming from your mother's stomach dragged him from his thoughts. He chuckled looking her way she did the same. “You should probably get some food.” He told her. She shooked her head.” I can’t leave her.” she shifted back, resting her head on her hand. “It will probably do you some good to get out of the room for a bit.” He suggested, she smiled not letting it reach her eyes. “It's okay, I'll be with her,” he added. “You're not going to let up are you?” She asked He shook his head, she sighed letting her legs fall to the floor. “Okay.” She got up hooking her purse over her shoulder. Looking over her at you before walking out. Eddie watches as she went down the hall disappearing. He got up closed the blinds and shut the door.

As another attack was coming.

He walked to the side of your bed, taking the heart monitor off your finger and putting it on his own. resting his hand on your cheek has you jerked. “Hey can you hear me?” he asked in another low whisper feeling like he was redoing from hours before, he rubbed your face. Wiping the blood coming from your eyes. “It's okay, I'm here, calm down.” he kissed your cheek “I'm going to fix this.” “I promise.” he finished.

There was a pause, there was nothing. Only end when you felt pain ring through your body again but this was different. Your world slowed down, it felt like you were floating, and you couldn't help but laugh. '' What's so funny?” Eddie asked, smiling, taking the blunt from you. “Nothing.” you giggled “God your high as a kite.” he laughed, “Told you it wasn’t so bad.” he continued. “And here you were losing your shit about me smoking. Now look at you.” he pats your arm. “Hey, I wasn’t talking about you smoking it I was talking about you selling it.” You closed your eyes lying back. “At least you can get weed for free now.” He laughed. “Tell me how dilated are my pupils?” you asked scooting closer to him. He laughed harder this time. “What?” you asked “I can't see them if you don't open your eyes dummy.” He said trying to catch his breath. “Stop” You whine, smacking his leg. “Okay, okay.” he giggled. “Open them.” He leaned in.

When you did there was nothing you were met with darkness. You started to panic “Eddie!” you screamed out. “Where are you!” He sound far away, you looked around. Water at your feet. You started running, You could hear him but he was still far away. You kept going it felt like hours but you can hear he was getting closer. “I’m here.” it sounds like you were right on him when pain took over and you fell to the hollow wet floor. “It will be over soon,” He said. You cried and screamed this was worst then before you closed your eyes.

Brightness took over and you reopen them you blinked a few times trying to adjust to the bright light. The room was white, you closed them again. “ Hey, don’t close them on me, dummy.” You heard someone say. You looked to your right seeing Eddie looking right at you. He smiled “There go those big eyes.” He breathed out in relief. You tried to speck but was stopped only realizing that there was a tube in your throat. You reach up weakly trying to pull it out but Eddie stopped you, calming you before slipping the monitor back onto your finger. Your mom walked back in the room specking “hey did Dr. Drew come bac-” She stopped dropping her food “Oh My God” “Oh My God” she repeated “ Shes awake” she yelled out of the room before rushing to your side.

Nurses rushed into the room shocked at the fact you were a wake Dr.Drew not too long after “Holy shit” he breathe out. Just as shocked, just hours before you were at death's door. He rushed to your side as well. In all the chaos you couldn't take your eyes off of Eddie, confused you didnt know why he was here. As a matter of fact, you couldn’t remember anything

You spend days trying to piece together what happened, you remembered leaving the library but that’s it. You even asked your mom but she was just as confused, only saying that could have been the next victim to the killer that’s been hunting Hawkins for months now but no one was sure since no one was found dead or alive.

Given your wounds and odd sickness the doctor thinks you were actually attacked by a sick wolf, but for some reason that didn’t sit right with you.

You asked Eddie, but he brushed it off not knowing himself, and was just as lost. You couldn’t help the fact that Eddied's behavior was unreadable. He seemed like his normal self but something was off like he knew more than what he was leading on, but you chalked it up to the fight that you two had and he just didn't know how to talk about it with you. You couldn’t blame him you felt the same way, (it was your first ever real fight), or was it something else….

Eddie knew more than what he was saying, He saw what attacked you he knew all too well. he saw it when your blood hit his tongue that night you woke up, it rush through him like wind it almost knocked him off his feet. It’s what he craved for every given day it's all he thought about the taste of you on his tongue. He couldn’t tell you that he couldn’t show you his true self he couldn’t hurt you… right?

He prayed that you won't remember, you didn’t need to. You needed a normal life he struggle with the thought for days. But it needed to be without him.

He watched your smile slowly disappear. “ What’s wrong?” You asked watching him closely, he could see fear and panic take over, he looked away he hates seeing you like this he had seen it come and go many times before and too many times these past few months. “I-” He stopped himself, and he breathe. He looked nervous, you smiled a little, this was the Eddie you knew. Open willing to tell you everything, but you were still in the dark about his acts. It's still like you know a stranger. For the first few days, it was strange waking up to him by your side. You couldn't stop looking at him, a feared he’ll disappear. You watched him carefully afraid if you made the wrong move he’ll run away. It's only been a few hours since you been back home and he barely said anything to you, you felt guilty that he was stuck watching you while your mom ran errands.

He could be with her.

“Do you remember anything from that night?” He asked looking back at you from the tv that showed more people have been going missing.

For the umpteen time “No.” You mumbled, feeling your blood boil, Annoyed with yourself for not remembering. “Why do you keep asking me that?” You frowned trying to hide being upset. “No reason at all.” He rubbed his hands together giving a quick fake smile looking around the room not looking at you. You knew he was lying. “ What, are you a cop or something?” You joked he smiled looking back at the tv leaning on his hand. You both set like that for a while, he couldn’t find the words to tell you how much he felt. “ Do you remember anything from the Hospital Before waking up?” He broke the silence

You thought for a bit “I remember.” You stopped, thinking again “I remember some things, I know everything sounded far away,” You said in a small voice trying not to cry you didn’t wait the trapped feeling to come back, you thought you were going to be trapped there forever.

He got up from his spot sitting next to you pulling you into a gentle hug “There was so much pain.” You sobbed. “And I heard you and my, my mom’ and I was screaming out for you both but I couldn’t.” This was the first time in years he has seen you cry, he wish he never asked he didnt want to make you upset but that's all he was doing these days making you upset. Eddie held you tightly kissing your head “I’m sorry.” He said in between each kiss, he wish he could take your pain away. You didn’t ask why was he saying sorry, you didn’t want to. You didn’t want this to end “You know I love you right?” He sniffed “Yah,” you gave a weak smile “You're my best friend.” Just in the blank of an eye, you forgot the last few months right there looking into Eddie’s eyes.

He sighed. you shift uncomfortably in your sit. not because of pain but because you didnt want to read the room wrong and make him uncomfortable and run off again ” Not like that.” You didnt know what he was on about. He pulled away looking at you. You watched him anxious fearing that you messed up. You hesitantly wiped his tears, he did the same to you. You couldn’t help to smile. he slowly dragged his thumb down your cheek, looking at every line ever mark on your face he didn’t want to forget them. He had to tell you how he felt he couldn't drag this out anymore he was running out of time.

He slowly leaned in. he could feel you tensing up, his lips hovered over yours before connecting. his lips were soft on yours, Eddie could do this forever, this is where he belonged.

It hit you, you pulled away you avoided his reaction not wanting to see him hurt. “What is this?” you didn’t know what you were asking. “What are we doing?” You mat his eyes “I never wanted to hurt you, I just wanted to protect you.” He let out. “ Protected me?” You ask bewildered at his words “Protected me from what Eddie?” You asked worried now, you searched in his eyes for answers. “I.” He stopped himself “I can't tell you” He sound defected. He reached for your face before you could say anything, You pulled away.

“Please.” tears filled your eyes. “ Just tell me what's going on.” you asked again “you’ve Been acting weird for months now.” you finished. Again Eddie didn't say anything, he didn’t want your last time together to end like this “Please, I just Want you to know I love you.” He whispered more to himself. He stretched for your face again but you pulled away. His hand closes into a fist, knuckles turning white. “Don't.” He breathes out, “Don’t what Eddie?” You were pissed now. “Don’t you have a girlfriend,” you asked coldly, you didn't know where this was coming from but your heart was crying out. “Don't.” He said repeated “Don't bring up the fact you have a girlfriend? Or at the fact that it had to take me to almost die for you to talk to me.” You tried to calm yourself, the anger was making you vibrate calling you pain.

“But your barley doing that are you?” You tried to catch the sob that come out. You tired to move away from him but hurting your leg in the process. “She's not my girlfriend.” He boomed making you jump calling you to hurt your whole body you winced.

Eddied jumped to your side again looking you over making sure you didnt make any wounds open up. “What do you mean she, 's not your girlfriend?” You tired to easy the pain running though your body, attempting to look into his eyes. He looked away he couldn’t lie to you looking into your eyes. He can feel himself drifting away he was losing control. He stood up, he didnt what it to end like this. He couldn't let it, but he was running out of time. He thought about all the things he wasn’t able to find words for.

He quickly kneed down taking in your lips again putting his all in, he wasn't able to find the words but he could show you, right? You melted far this time, this kiss was different than the last one. Eddie longed for this kiss for years and he never notice it but this was what he wanted if only he could turn back time and do things differently.

This is what you wanted for the longest, you and Eddie. You wanted to be the one by his side, not the one watching. You want him to be your everything. “Just tell me what your thinking.” You said lowly against his lips. He landed another light kiss and started to back away, his mind was feeling clouded this was wrong he shouldn't be doing this to you. His leading you on, hes leaving you forever so why was he doing this? He needed to end this right here right now so you could move on, so why wasn't he doing it? his mind was saying another but his body was doing another. He wishes he could take back the kiss but he was being greedy and it will only end up hurting you more. He's famous for only thinking about himself not caring for you, taking your first kiss, and running away after. He spends so much time running lovers off from you, what gives him the right to move on and not you? End this now he was screaming at himself, he was so deep in thought that he didnt know you were talking to him.

“It was a good bye kiss.” He said looking down, why was he saying this? This is not what he wanted to say. “What?” You were confused by all of this. “I'm sorry,” he said, running his hands through his hair and face, getting impatient with himself. “This will be the last time you'll see me.” He got up from his spot on the floor, you tried to do the same from the couch but failed and fell back down. “Eddie what's happing to you?” you askerd looking him over, you didnt know this person in front of you. This wasn't your Eddie, he wasn't making any sense, and he was aware of that. This time getting up grabbing a better hold of the walker. “Where are you going?” you questioned. He didnt say anything “God Eddie why are you being like this?” you cried out. He still wasn't saying, it was like he was in a trance. “Eddie?” You called out, you called out once again “just know, everything I have done was to protect you.” He whispered.

“From what?” you cried out harder, he looked at you, and you gazed harder into his eye seeing something strange in them, you moved to look closer but he moved away fast, reaching for his things “Don't run away from me.” You begged “you've been doing this for months ever since you got with her, it's like I don't know you anymore.” your voice cracked, and he stopped in his place he knows this, and that hurts him but he has his reasons. Pain ran through his body, he needed to go he had to get his thoughts together, he wasn't thinking straight. If he stays longer it might end bad, he can not live with himself if something happens to you or if he calls it himself.

You waited for him to say something before you continued “Every since you started dating Chrissy Cunningham you've been acting beyond weird. you went over this so many time in your head but still couldn't pieces together what was going on. Before he could stop himself he was on you kissing you again, making you fall back on the couch. She winced in pain but it was long forgotten. Eddie didnt know what to do, what was he doing? He was leaving so how did he end up back attached to you, He tried to pull away but the more he tried the more he hugged you. It's like he was stuck to you. He was gentle and slow like he was saving every moment, he touched you softly as if you would break. His hands gradually move along your body, his every move had you in a trance.

Eddie started to move faster and became rough in a blink of an eye. It was like a switch turned off, he grabbed at you hard you could feel your stitches pulling and wound pull apart you cried out, but that didnt stop him “Your. hurting. me” You tried to breathe through the pain. “Stop” you pushed at him, an unhuman growl rattled you. You panicked pushing him harder with the little strength you had. He was grabbing a bitting at your skin. “Stop!” you shrieked. He jumped back looking around confused and crazed look on his face out of breath. “What's wrong with you?” you asked. He was still baffled “Eddie?” he looked back at you, eyes slowly looking down seeing your top slowly turn red. “Please talk to me.” you haven't noticed it yourself only foucseing on him.

He jump up from his spot whispering to himself, you were lost in his actions you didn’t say a word you just watch him scared.

This wasn't the Eddie you knew.

You slowly got up making your way attending to do so, moving slowly to him lightly touching him. “Eddied .” you called out as if he was a scared bird, Eddie you called out one last time before he whipped around at you “ DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” he screamed at you. once again sounding inhuman like a beast, proving that it wasn't in your head earlier. His face was veiny his eyes were hollow black. you jumped back almost falling, he quickly moved from you before making a b-line to the door opening it taking off his favorite ring putting it down. Looking over his shoulder. “ Goodbye. y/n” his face slowly turned back to normal before walking out.

You were hot on his heels not caring about the pain that run through your body, limping out into the darkness the moonlight pouring down on you. you winced in pain. “Eddie,” you called,

You watch him make his way to his van, trying to move faster but only falling. “Eddie, please don't leave me.” you cried, he stopped at the door before looking back he looked as if he wanted to say something but he never did with that he jumped in the van leaving you there crying. “Eddie! please!” you drugged yourself across the grass.

“Eddie!” you watch him go further into the distance. “Eddie, please don't leave me.” You sobbed out.

just like that, he was gone.

rain began to pour.

You let out another blood-curdling scream in pain before everything went black.

You were alone again.

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