#aqpdo fic

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

A/N: Just a little blurb to kickstart my writing for this character off ;)

Pairings: Eric x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, NSFW.

He’s always like this with you. Gentle, clarifying your wants and desires without words — your consent. That’s never changed, even when the silence has to begin again, when no one knows how safe this island can be. There’s a stillness to your candlelit nights - this one being no different. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve settled into your small tent, most residences being established for those that have come a new.

But having a skylight zip in the roof of your tent and a relatively soft mattress, knowing you’ll have fresh water and food, light conversation in the mornings, a sunrise above water, and a makeshift family — you consider yourself amongst heavenly luck.

With Frodo out frolicking tonight with your neighbor’s cat Prudence, it leaves you and Eric alone in the tent for an hour. He’s been reading his book by the candle light, alternating between drawing his fingers down the wooden sconce, to staring at you through hooded, enriching pools of chocolate. All of this is still new, your two year long online relationship, various letters and video chats, with the arrangement to meet in New York in person, only to receive a text that sounded like a goodbye, hours after landing, but then the invasion happened and you had zero time to look for him, assuming the worst, to ultimately meeting again on the boat. He still looks at you as if he’s known you his whole life, in person. With newly shared trauma, to old shared conditions - you’re honestly not sure you’d be sane right now.

Tap. Tap.

A warm hand pinches the skin of your calve. It causes you to look up from your mindless doodling. He’s got that little soft smile, the flame of the candle dancing in the blown expanse of his pupils. His brows pinch together, his curls drooping over his forehead as he nods for a confirmation in his request. He comes closer and your agreement, knees rustling the sheets and the comforter.

He props himself beside you, one hand cupping your jaw, bringing you in to nuzzle your nose. With the exception of fires crackling, crickets chirping, some residents still up, and the distant sound of the water lapping at the shoreline — all remains a comfortable kind of tranquil. You feel his mouth on your jawline first, fingers tilting you to maintain direction. You push your book aside, listening to the light smacks of his lips as he sucks in the flesh of your neck, lightly biting down, only to release and soothe. His spare hand, it finds its way up your nightdress, resting on your knees, kneading, rolling his palm, until it splays, his dipping fingers tapping your skin.

He pulls away from the divide between your neck and shoulder, mouth red and panting, licking his teeth as his hand leaves your land and his pointer and middle finger make a spreading motion. Your heart drops into your guts, entangled and stifling the air in your lungs. You can’t tug your panties down fast enough, sliding against his chest, taking his own stubble bitten chin into your grip for a kiss as he lets his hand cup your heat, a groan slipping into your mouth. It gets harder to cover when you feel him press at your entrance, teasing the muscle, getting you so worked up that you have to stare him down with your pleading eyes that he’s so fond of. You take two digits with ease, rocking your hips, taking what you need from him, letting him spoil you.

It’s a lewd sound, one that someone couldn’t miss if they were to pass your tent. Eric’s breaths are coming out choppy across your lips, his lap swollen with need. But sometimes, it’s about giving you pleasure that gets him off the most. And you, you’re sure every creature across the world can hear how fast your heart is beating. Your body zoned out, only honing in on Eric, facing him as you near your climax.

It’s going to be strong, you both know it. He sees through his haze enough to cup your mouth with his spare hand as you tighten around his fingers, crying into his rapid pulse, that is buried beneath his wrist. You’re trembling, whimpering, and it attacks that aching fire in his belly, licking, and causes him lower his face into your jugular, warmth spurting from between his thighs and into his boxers. You hold one another through it, smiling against a sweaty daze, and he kisses you again, one finger dropping to write I Love You inside of your wrist.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

ERIC IS A GAY MAN, CONFIRMED CANON

[skyfallslayer]

Welcome to my official Masterlist for my account. Since I decided to start branching out to more fandoms beside Marvel, I thought I should organized my work a little better. Down below are links to each fandoms own masterlists. I am currently not taking any requests right now as I focus on finishing up some of the stories I've written so far. Any who, Enjoy!

Key Factors: 🔥 = Smut 🧸= Fluff 💔= Angst (Mostly what my fics surround)

MARVEL -

Mostly just me loving on Bucky and Matt. This Masterlist consist of romantic and platonic love between reader-insert and Original Characters; And some times, What if ? Fics.

Stranger Things -

Starts off with an original character au and spins out into "what if?" moments.

A Quiet Place -

Starts off with Reader getting trapped in New York.

Cobra Kai -

Coming soon: A rewrite of the show with Johnny Lawrence Daughter/ Robby Keene Twin!OFC.

John Wick -

Coming soon: Starts off with an original character au with Wick's daughter.

[websterss]

JUST TRYING TO BE BRAVE — ERIC (AQPDO)

REQUEST: A request for Eric from A Quiet Place: Day One The reader only knows of one way to calm him whilst he's having a panic attack during the madness, and they gently let him rest against their chest and listen to their heartbeat until he calms down <3

WARNING(S): SLIGHT SPOILERS, fluff, angst, panic attacks

WORD COUNT: 1,286

PAIRING: Eric x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed! I didn’t know where you wanted the reader to calm him down so you get a two-for-one scenario fic lmfao <33

MASTERLIST

You don’t know what you would’ve done if you hadn’t run into Sam like you and Eric had. You two probably would have continued to wander the discarded vacant streets of New York, had you decided not to follow the cat.

Sam had been insistent on you both leaving her be with her cat, but at last she got used to your presence. Now as you shelter in her abandoned home, watching and hearing the rain fall from the windows, you can’t help but feel relieved those creatures can’t hear your beloved's panicked inhales and exhales.

“Eric, it’s okay! You’re alright. We’re okay!” He only shakes his head at your reassured comments. Your consolation this time wasn’t doing the trick to calm him down, if you hadn’t run out you would have given him his prescribed anxiety meds. “It’s okay. They can’t hear us up here right now. You’re okay. We’ve made it this far haven’t we?” You breathe out a laugh as you cup his face. He barely musters a nod before his eyes close again, you could imagine the tornado spinning around in his chest. Wreaking havoc on his sanity and any small chance of serenity. You could imagine it all. You could see the panic, the fear in his eyes, making his chest rise and fall rapidly as he struggled to maintain his breath. “Do you want to try it again, what your doctor recommended us to do? Your head pressed on my chest. Match your breathing to the rhythm of each beat of my heart…” You trailed off letting him take the lead.

At your suggestion, he nods slowly, his eyes closing as he reaches out for your hands again. "O-Okay..." Eric tried to take deep breaths, but they came out as panicked stutters.

You sat back against the sofa, allowing space for him to rest against your chest. You began to steady your rhythmic pace, knowing it only worked if you were just as calm and relaxed. You press a gentle kiss against his curls. As his breathing slows to a soft inhale and exhale. He tuned out everything around him. Hearing every thump, feeling every minor skip in your chest. He felt your steadiness, felt the caresses in his hair. The strong warm hold of your other arm as you held him close. He could feel you, hear every intake of air. You were present for him, and he was welcoming the stillness the moment allowed for you both to have once again. He guessed as much though just how the rest of your lives would dissolve into, a world of quiet.

It seemed heavenly at first, but otherworldly frightening, knowing he might just have to savor the small moments where he’d get to hear your voice again. Just as he was doing now.

Once you registered his slackened jaw and relaxed shoulders, you assumed as much that he had fallen asleep. You didn’t dare move. Your fingers continued to rake through his hair as he had succumbed to sleep. You couldn't help but feel relieved that he had calmed down and been able to find some rest. The rain continued to patter against the windows, its soothing sound acting as a natural lullaby to ease your nerves. As you held him close, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his peaceful face.

“What started the attacks?” Sam watches you both from the windows.

“Moving far from home. His parents were so proud of him for following through with law school, but he was devastated to leave them. I completely out of mind in love with him, made the biggest jump of my life following him to the U.S.”

“Do you ever regret it?”

You peer up at Sam with glistened eyes. “N-No. I wouldn’t be sane going through this apocalypse without him. Whatever this whole mess is!” You exclaimed quietly. You look down at him, brushing back his curls. “I’d regret it more if I hadn’t followed him here. I can’t imagine what he would’ve done all alone, if he’d survived it this far. I think he would. I wonder if he’d have met you just the same if I wasn’t here. I’d have been thankful just the same though, Sam. For letting him stick with you.” You choke back a sob, your smile widening at the corners. Sam only nods, turning her head away from your vulnerable confession. You didn’t take it to the heart. Who knew what pain she was going through herself.

As you spoke to Sam, your voice quivered with a mix of love and vulnerability. You could feel the weight of your words hanging in the air, and for a moment, it was as if the world outside faded away, leaving only the three of you to navigate this strange new reality. You couldn’t help but wonder how Eric would have fared if you hadn't been by his side, a thought that sent a shiver down your spine. With bated breaths, you turned your focus back to him, sleeping peacefully in your arms.

-

“Eric baby please!” You swish around in the water, eyes glistening as you look up at the creature crawling out from the hole on the roof. Sam had taken a more firmer approach. Holding her hand over his mouth. You had caught him about to squeak, before Sam shushed him. His need to express his panic in screams was hard to muffle.

You moved as quietly as you could in the water. Making your way to take over Sam’s place. Eric only shook his head at you. You had to nod, to remind him to stay calm.

“Eric, we need to slow your heart.”

“N-No, no, no.” He muttered. “I can’t…”

“You can, you can. Baby, look at me.” You whispered harshly, gripping his face like Sam had done. In a more serene and calm scenario, your softer touch would have been your go-to, but not when that thing was getting closer. “I’m scared right now, I’m scared too, but we need to get you back on track. I need you to focus and match your breathing to mine, right now!” Your eyes plead with him. “Please!”

His eyes were wide with fear, pupils dilated and breaths shallow. The panic was clearly taking over him as water dipped into his mouth, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the impending danger. Despite his obvious distress, he nodded slightly, trying his best to calm himself down. As you held his face, he tried to match his breathing to yours, each breath a struggle for control over the mounting fear. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to stay grounded in the presence of your touch.

"I got you. D-Deep breaths…" You barely whisper to him, your frequency morphing into mouthed words.

He took a shaky breath, shuddering as he attempted to follow your instructions. Your steady presence grounded him to the moment.

You didn't hesitate to place his head on your chest. You placed your hand on the back of his head, rubbing his wet hair back and forth in hopes of reassuring him. You tread lightly backwards, keeping your sights on the beast behind you three.

Eric pressed his ear against your chest, the sound of your steady heartbeat providing a calming rhythm to focus on. His breaths were still shaky, but with your hand on the back of his head, soothing in soft caresses, he slowly began to calm down. He closed his eyes and let himself be guided through the water, trusting your instincts to lead the way. Trusting both Sam and you to get him far away from the damned creature.

[moonpascaltoo]

ERIC (AQPDO)

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all eric stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) <3

MASTERLIST • 08/16/24

@fairyysoup ✰ easy living You ran into Eric on accident. Now you're facing the end of the world together. How do you get to know someone when you can't make a sound?

@websterss ✰ just trying to be brave The reader only knows of one way to calm him whilst he's having a panic attack during the madness, and they gently let him rest against their chest and listen to their heartbeat until he calms down

@lovebugism ✰ love and mercy you're more stubborn than the apocalypse. eric is the personification of a sad, wet dog. your world's collide when the world as you know it ends.

@corroded-hellfire ✰ shame is useless Sam has noticed how much you look at Eric, and encourages you to go for what you want because no one knows how much time there is left.

@sunsburns ✰ the great gig in the sky you had come to the library with only one thing in mind; to finish your final paper for class. but then there's this cute forgein lawyer asking you for help finding a book, and you think you're hitting it off with this guy but then the next thing you know, the world is ending. ✰ fallen fruit you and eric go on a supply run to help aid the mother and her child at your safe spot, where dozens of other survivors are hiding. it isn't too far of a journey, and travelling in groups is better than alone, however, when the military starts bombing the bridges in new york city, the two of you are forced to go into hiding after being chased by a death angel.

@eddiesxangel ✰ be quiet darling

@storiesforallfandoms ✰ i’d find you in any life in which two idiots in love find their way back to each other after the end of the world

@kitscutie ✰ hush after you obtain an injury which requires stitches, you do your best to keep absolutely silent.

@pasukiyo ✰ perhaps, perhaps, perhaps perhaps it's chance. perhaps it's happenstance. but perhaps it is fate.

@babybluebex ✰ needs and wants in the direct aftermath of the apocalypse, you meet a man who's worse for wear in just about every regard. even though you can't do too much to heal his injuries, it's possible that you can heal his heart.

[lovebugism]

just finished my eric!aqpdo fic. it's a whole 6k words. 2k of which are smut i wrote this evening in a caffeine-induced frenzy. oh i missed writing feature-length fics <3 even though it takes, like, 5 years off my life <3

here are a few "spoilers" in the form of pictures in the meantime bc i have no idea when i'll have time to proofread hahah

[palomahasenteredthechat]

Shift happens

We're coming up on two years since Eddie Munson was revealed to the world.

I still remember that giddy time. How I felt like I was walking on air, like having a new crush in school. Tiptoeing online and meeting new and old friends to whisper about how he was so cute.

Two years later, everything's changed. First of all, he's changed. He's not the Joe we met. He's grown, (some would say his head has grown), but he's experienced a lot, and it will be interesting to see what he continues to carry with him and what he decides to let go.

And we have certainly changed. The esprit de corps we felt in the beginning has devolved into tribalism and distrust for many people. And I think it has been an eye opener for me personally that so many people feel entitled to project themselves into his narrative.

Limerence, parasocial behavior, social media. Guilty as charged. Yet it's more nuanced than I thought it would be. For example, I've never had the displeasure to meet Donald Trump. But I certainly saw a lot of video of Trump and read a lot of articles about Trump and consequently developed pretty strong feelings about him. Trump's behavior resulted in my making a judgement of his character and deciding to dislike him.

Every tiny piece of media of Joe has been studied like the Rosetta Stone. Of course we have an opinion of who he is based on what he does and what we see. And of course we only see 4% of his reality, so our opinions are probably way off. Yet people do tell on themselves eventually.

I don't blame anyone for the feelings. But we need to be honest with ourselves. He's beyond us.

I wrote 'strapped to a rocket ship' early on and those words are coming true. The media tsunami is just beginning. Soon, every local paper will post a review of AQPDO. Posters of him will be at the bus stop near your house. The Gladiator images will be inescapable. Get ready for award season, Paramount is going to push the entire cast. A24 will gear up their campaign for Warfare to time with Oscar season. And Marvel, my god. His face is going to be on plastic cups, on Christmas tree ornaments. It's all happening.

Millions of newbies are going to pour in. He wants this, clearly. He wants to be famous. He is famous. He's going to be very famous.

Perhaps he feels the need to constantly move forward. Maybe he's running from instead of running to. But he's young, and he's chasing.

Let's be nice to the newbies. Let's not air out old grievances and dredge up old rumors when they arrive. There's already going to be enough drama with the Marvel Purity Police. Let's dazzle these folks with the incredible creativity in this fandom. Fics! Art! GIFs! Songs! (creativity is creativity).

My wish early on was for Joe to understand what a difference he made to so many people emotionally. That it's beyond 'Eddie is my comfort character'. That he changed people's lives.

I hope someday he will understand. That maybe one day all those letters that are sitting in boxes will be read. Maybe when he's in a blue place, he'll go down into the basement and go through them and be blown away. That the words we have written will lift him up. It's a nice thought.

Have a good week, Quinnies.

[moonmunson]

remember how i asked for all of those fic requests yeah I'm so sorry i ended up not using any of them and instead I'm almost 1k words into an Eric aqpdo fic oops

[little-bumblebeeee]

introducing myself :)

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I go by Layla or Liam (mostly Liam) :) I'm a minor, my birthday is on April 20th

My obvious obsessions are joe keery, joe quinn, stranger things, steddie, will wood, etc, but I also like true crime and stuff :]

Moonlight part 1 (werewolf Steve x vampire Eddie, pre s4)

Moonlight part 2

Moonlight part 3

More to come! (Currently on hiatus)

I will do angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, pining, best friend pining, enemies to lovers, oblivious reader or character, I can also just do friends, no lovers! Or family! Just realized those don't get made into fics nearly enough, so I want to give some people the chance to be nice and comfy with their little blorbos. literally whatever u request, but I'm not comfortable with smut

pls request if u want. I'll do:

STRANGER THINGS

•Steve Harrington x reader (any pronouns)

•Eddie Munson x reader (any pronouns)

•Stevie Harrington x reader (any pronouns)

•Steddie

•Robin Buckley x fem or gn reader

•Hellcheer

•Max Mayfield x reader (any pronouns)

•Lucas Sinclair x reader (any pronouns)

•Byler

•Dustin Henderson x reader (any pronouns)

•Jane Hopper x reader (any pronouns)

I’m so sorry, but I no longer do Heathers. I felt uncomfortable writing it, mainly because it wasn’t much my style

I no longer do Harry Potter for obvious reasons

OTHER

•Kurt Kunkle X reader (any pronouns)

•Walter "Keys" Mckey x reader (any pronouns)

•Joe Keery X reader (any pronouns)

•Joseph quinn X reader (any pronouns)

•Gator Tillman X reader (any pronouns)

•Baron x reader (any pronouns) (will do after I watch marmalade)

•Eric aqpdo x reader (any pronouns)

[foundtherightwords]

I’ve just read your Leonard Bast fic and omg I loved it!!!! I think you really captured the characters as well as the tone of the story in general- it was brilliantly written. I really hope you do some AQPDO Eric fics, I think your writing style would be perfect for it!

Thank you so much! I do have some ideas for Eric, only they're still quite vague at the moment, and I'm focusing on my Emperor Geta long fic, which takes up all of my brain power (I can only work on one thing at a time.) But once I'm done with it, I'll try to write something for Eric for sure!

[babybluebex]

oh i fear i have another idea for an eric aqpdo fic...

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

ANDY BARBER

THE NANNY MAIN FIC

ONE SHOTS THE NANNY AU

ERIC (AQPDO) JOSEPH QUINN

FOUND YOU IN A WORLD OF CHAOS

[djarindroid]

I’m debating turning my current AQPDO fic into two parts, I’m struggling to cohesively put the start and end together without rambling 🤔

[mykuup]

I’m going to see aqpdo tonight and I can’t wait !

But I realised that Joe’s character had my dad’s name and I try to read some fics and I just can’t because it feels weird af 😭😭😭😭😭

So I’ll wait for some Emperor Geta instead 🙄🤭

[lovebugism]

if you do manage to write tonight, choose something that makes you happy! even if no one requested it 💗

come off anon so i can kiss u on the forehead, u angel

i'm super bad about writing stuff just for me bc i think no one else will read it, but i'm trying to be brave hahah 🥲 i think i'm gonna try and write a few hundred words for my eric!aqpdo fic and then proofread some comms before bedtime o'clock <3

[queenofthekings]

Who here has seen AQPDO and wants to be tagged in my Eric fic?