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it's absolutely HILARIOUS to me that people lose their shit over hunter doohan and jenna ortega kissing for wednesday (he would've been 27 and she was around 19 when they filmed it), even though it's literally just acting, but refuse to bat an eye over the fact that brad pitt had to kiss kirsten dunst for interview with a vampire when he was in his 30s and she was like 11 years old 😂

back at it with criminal minds s16 spoilers!!! (episode 5!)

......I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF THEY KILL MS JENNIFER JAREAU IMMA SET IT OFF!!!! YALL GIVE US THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF HAPPINESS WITH WILL NOT BEING SICK AND NOW YALL PULL THIS SHIT??? I KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE 😭😭😭 NOT MY FAVORITE MILF!

i have so many trust issues with tv so i'm thoroughly convinced that they're gonna pull the "we gave you a scare so you can calm down, just so we can pull out something else" bullshit. so i still think that something is gonna happen to either jj or will 😭😭

CME spoilers ep 5/thoughts on the mid-season finale so far: (definitely rewatching the eps during my break)

- Glad Will is ok but why the introduction of that storyline? It gave us a scare. And the whole point that I could at least gather (I’m going back to rewatch) is for Will and JJ to communicate a little better about their issues

- Tara and JJ = biggest Garvez shippers, teasing Luke about his jealousy sudden interest in Green and Penelope. Also JJ changing the subject when Luke thought being married was a relief

- Unsub of the week is yet another former star of Disney Channel, Luke Benward (Beau from Good Luck Charlie and a few other things, Girl Ve. Monster)

- Emily’s interrogation scene, um yes. It’s now canon that she referred to herself as “mommy” (fanfic writers this is you chance)

- Paget was definitely speaking through Emily when she said she felt good after she stopped dying her hair. I wish we’d seen what made her go through this change and accept it, which I would assume was over the pandemic and the team had already knew that time

- Will and JJ pinky promised about communicating better. And then I laughed for about a minute knowing that wasn’t going to last very long, knowing both their characters, JJ’s especially (I was right)

- Elias and Benjamin are now teaming up. According to Erica Messer, Elias is going to lose control. And Benjamin has the things he needs because of his political connections…

- Emily breaking into tears when JJ and Luke don’t respond

- And fuck we have to wait a whole month now

even tho it's a SERIOUS stretch, i desperately need to see hotch make a guest appearance before the end of the season.....or morgan, or reid, LITERALLY ANYONE...is it too much to ask for??? i also need to hear the word "fuck" come out of either jennifer jareau or emily prentiss's mouth ☺️

i've always hoped jj was secretly a lesbian and that one day she and emily would get together, so i never really was a full fan of will 😭 but istg if he dies i'm gonna lose it because with the cute lil family dynamic in this season, i've definitely become a fan AND i've gotten attached 😔

how are we... uh.. feeling after this week’s episode

hot take: the whole 27 club, every celebrity (especially musicians) sells their soul to the devil and pays the price kind of conspiracy is absolute bullshit and disrespectful as fuck. it's 1. just saying that if that person hadn't "sold their soul to the devil" than they wouldn't be dead, like- can't y'all just let people rest in peace? and 2. y'all just don't want to give famous/talented people credit when credit is due, and basically say they wouldn't have gotten anywhere without selling their soul or making some kind of demonic deal 😒.

SPOILERS FOR EP 4 OF CRIMINAL MINDS SEASON 16!!

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, IF WILL DIES IM GONNA KILL MYSELF....I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS. JJ DESERVES TO BE HAPPY. WILL DESERVES TO BE HAPPY WITH HIS CUTE LIL FAMILY 😭😭

@skybabylons but it's really not tho.....i understand how hard eating disorders are, i know all too well from personal experience, having struggled with them since i was 11 years old. but not once have i even thought about body shaming or choosing to use my ed as a way to feel superior over others and encourage other people to do the same things im doing and actually post these things for thousands of people on the Internet to see. you can choose to not be a bad human being, an ed does have some form of control over you but, not enough to excuse behaviour like that...especially not helping other people with their ed's and encouraging them when they could be choosing to help them.

a conversation y'all ain't ready for: edtwt girls and whisper girls are just a bunch of anorexic narcissists that use their eating disorders as an excuse for being a bitch and fat shaming other people. using other thin people who have struggled with/are currently struggling with eating disorders of their own for "thinspo" and posting their pictures and criticize their bodies is the most disgusting shit ever. and the fact that shit like this is becoming normalized is honestly scary, that's why im glad I deleted twitter.....y'all need to get a life instead of body shaming and then using your illness as a crutch for that behavior.

a conversation y'all ain't ready for: edtwt girls and whisper girls are just a bunch of anorexic narcissists that use their eating disorders as an excuse for being a bitch and fat shaming other people. using other thin people who have struggled with/are currently struggling with eating disorders of their own for "thinspo" and posting their pictures and criticize their bodies is the most disgusting shit ever. and the fact that shit like this is becoming normalized is honestly scary, that's why im glad I deleted twitter.....y'all need to get a life instead of body shaming and then using your illness as a crutch for that behavior.

to the women that say shit like "I love my bf so much!" and put it in their bios n shit, can y'all like.......shut the fuck up?? cuz baby nobody asked. nor do we give a fuck.

i just saw a post that triggered tf outta me. I'm sorry but, to the people that tell others, especially victims of grooming/pedophilia, "you'll understand when you're older" politely, go fuck yourself. to this day, that is the MOST offensive thing anyone has ever said to me, even now that i'm almost in my late twenties. you're literally just indirectly implying that the only reason it happened is because i was too young and too dumb to understand anything. so genuinely, fuck all the way off if you those words have ever left your mouth.

as someone that's now nearing their late twenties and had a lot of unfortunate experience with grooming in my teen years, even as an 18-19 year old, "you'll understand when you're older" is one of the most offensive and condescending things i've ever heard as victim lmfao 😂

halley’s comet (Hotch x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) — one shot

Would you look at that… I’m back! This is that babysitter fic I told y’all I’ve been working on here and there in my free time. She’s ~5k+ words, so have fun 😌✨ And because it wouldn’t be a fic from me without it, this is a songfic loosely based on Billie Eilish’s “halley’s comet” xx.

Disclaimer: Y/N is 23-27 here people, we do not condone minors/teenagers dating someone twice their age on this blog (bc 18/19 is not old enough & do not argue with me on this if you are 19 or under because I will literally pull the “you’ll understand when you’re older” card on you)

Warnings: fluff!!! some angst (of course), but a very fluffy/happy ending <3

“Ms. Y/N!” Jack cheers loudly when you open the front door. His little arms are wrapped around your legs within two seconds, and you can’t help but bend down to pick him up.

“Hey buddy,” you grin, pushing the door closed with your hip. “Did you have fun at school today?”

Jack pulls a face and shakes his head.

“No?” You frown. “Why’s that?”

Jack shrugs.

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sorry I haven't been on here in a few days 😭. she's still my favorite but fr tho, if there was gonna be jeid, there were MANY ways it could've happened and been a slow burn from season 1. like, why choose to reveal it like that while jj is married and has children?? that just makes it all messy 😭 like I get the sentiment with them being in that kind of situation and her wanting to get it off of her chest but it's like girl......you're MARRIED and you have children 😃

GOOD

as an aaron hotchner stan, to all my fellow aaron hotchner stan's....what we're not gonna do is act like y'all's hate towards haley isn't misogynistic asf. it wasn't even confirmed that she cheated and even if she did, that doesn't mean she deserved to die, especially in that way. and y'all know damn well you wouldn't give a single fuck if it was aaron that cheated on haley..... it's giving very much misogyny 😒

Fr tho...I honestly would've liked Jeid if they had given them more romantic undertones throughout the shows entirety 😭😭 After they went on that "date" in season 1, literally fuck all was said about them being romantically involved afterwards other than occasionally alluding to Spencer liking JJ which eventually stopped too LMFAO plus the fact that she's literally MARRIED

GOOD

as someone that is suicidal and has been since I was like, 11 years old, it pisses me off to the MAX when people say shit like "there's so much to live for! life is so beautiful! if you just stay here, you'll see!" like.....no there's not, no it isn't, and I've waited for years now and things have gotten worse. so stop with the fucking guilt tripping and manipulation, life isn't gonna be amazing for everyone and it's not something that everyone is gonna want, either. same with the people that say "oh well I'll miss you, I love you" when you say that nobody's gonna miss you.......no you don't, you don't know me, as much as I appreciate the effort. I've evaluated my life, my situation, and even thought of best case scenarios for the future and it's still gonna be just as miserable as it is now and how miserable it's been for the past 15 years I've been alive. and everyone always wants to say "oh you're just being pessimistic, oh you're just being ungrateful, oh you're just young, it'll be different when you're older", I'm just being real about it. out of everything I've ever wanted before, not having to be alive anymore is still #1 on my list, and always will be. the only reason I'm still here now is because of my nephew and because I'm too exhausted and tired to actually kill myself.

adding to some of my other stranger things rants, if you like steve harrington or billy hargrove.....don't say shit about eddie munson. y'all are just pressed that eddie's become more popular than your homophobic and racist faves, there I said it. let's not forget about how billy is literally confirmed to be racist asf and abusive, and steve referred to jonathan as a "queer" in the first season.....just bc he's bestie's with robin does not mean he's all of a sudden not homophobic, the "hetero men being bestie's with lesbian women but homophobic towards gay men" trope has been a thing for YEARS and he's probably only okay with it because they get to talk about girl problems together anyways 😭

anyone else think it's hella funny that when people in the st fandom started shipping byler back in season 2, everyone switched up and stopped liking will and even though it's now confirmed that will is gay, mileven shippers still don't wanna accept that there is a chance that mileven may not be endgame anymore 😭 and now the same shit is happening with steve and eddie shippers, so many steve and eddie stans are so fucking homophobic like "you guys don't have to make everything gay" ??? its called a ship and fan fiction for a fucking reason......

because now that older st fans are realizing that they were just as cringy as some of the eddie stans are now about mike wheeler back when st first came out, they don't wanna be associated with it anymore 😭 they're fr bothered by people who harmlessly headcanon him as bi and listening to arctic monkeys, so now they're saying they don't like him anymore 💀💀

Why are people suddenly hating eddie and the hellfire shirts💀

i just need to rant for a minute......

the amount of people on tumblr, tiktok, twitter, etc that continuously judge and publicly humiliate stranger things fans because of their headcanons or "cringy" tiktoks about eddie is actually disgusting.....i just saw a video earlier on tiktok of people making fun of this girl that copied eddie's devil gester and the caption was like "i feel like i could be his gf" or something like that, and people would not let this poor girl breathe. it was an innocent video and she was just innocently living in her fantasy, and just bc you think it's cringy doesn't mean you have to humiliate her like that 😭😭 there are waaaay too many people that call themselves "old st fans" that think that they're superior to the new ones just because they don't wanna be associated with them....as an "old" st fan, don't yall remember when you were being homophobic asf the SECOND people started shipping byler?? or when yall were being racist asf to lucas because he was being rightfully skeptical of eleven?? how about when yall were writing smut about millie and finn when they were like 15 years old?? yall are not innocent, so stop acting like you have the right to be embarrassed by eddie munson stans that headcanon him listening to arctic monkeys 💀 he is a fictional character, so people can say that he's a dsmp stan or likes kpop or whatever tf else because HE'S NOT REAL. i love eddie, he's one of my comfort characters, but some of yall are doing way too fucking much. this fandom has been toxic, yall just don't want to accept that.

i don't think literally anybody is gonna see this but if somehow someone does.....does anyone else have mommy issues from their childhood even though your mom doesn't act the way she used to, but now she likes to use the fact that she doesn't cause you trauma anymore and that she's a better person now as an excuse for the way she used to treat you?? does that make sense?? and if so, is it only me??

girl i only eat strawberry oatmeal, i haven't read the books- only the movies which i used to love but now can only laugh/cringe at, i used to hate bagels bc i hate anything bread/bread related but i haven't had them in years so i don't currently know what my feelings towards them are, and i haven't even made it past season 4 (not bc it was bad, just bc i'm lazy asf) 😭

unpopular opinions: oatm*al is nasty, the twilight books are awful, bagels >> anything, and ahs got bad after season 9

well he'd be right, cuz i hate children 💀 i used to get baby fever all the time, especially with fictional characters but now having a nephew has solidified my distaste for kids and i never want any 😭😭 i love that kid to death but i am not growing a child inside of me for 9 months and nearly ripping myself apart just for THAT to be the outcome lmfao (idkw i felt the need to say all of this but 🤷‍♀️)

Hello! Can you do one where the reader and Eddie are married and Eddie has been asking for a baby for awhile and the reader has been wanting a baby for quite a while as well but decided to keep it to herself until they were financially stable enough, and that causes Eddie to worry that she doesn’t want kids and confronts her about it and they talk about it and he convinces her that they’re stable enough for a baby and it’s Fluffy/ angst with romantic smut I LOVE YOUR WORK SO FREAKING MUCH OMG

“I’ve got to pick up something for Nancy’s baby shower this Sunday,” You sighed, tossing your head back as you realized you weren’t finished shopping like you thought you were.

“Baby shower? Jesus, this is like what...their fourth kid?” Eddie snorted, leaning his arms on the shopping cart handles, “Fuckin’ rabbits, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, well, you seen them in high school.” You snorted, linking you arm with his as you walked through the store to the baby section, “It’s only gotten worse since then.”

“Ew.” Eddie tsk’d.

You looked through the isle of baby clothes. Bright pinks, purples, blues, and greens adorned every corner of the section and you felt an unfamiliar longing in the pit of your stomach. You and Eddie very much looked out of place, both dressed in dark clothing. Eddie himself had a shirt on with the devil splayed huge across the back and you were covered in skulls. It was nearly comical to see.

“What are they having?” Eddie asked, looking through the clothes right beside of you.

“A girl,” you nodded, “So...pinks and purples it is, I guess.”

As you dug through all the tiny infant clothing, you felt that longing hit even deeper. It was unfamiliar and...odd. It was as if you arms felt empty and you longed for something you never knew you wanted. You felt the familiar tug on your heart strings as you watched Eddie pick up a tiny pink dress, ringed fingers testing the softness of the fabric.

“This is cute...I think.” Eddie said softly, holding it up in front of you so you could see.

And it was cute. The pink dress with tiny white flowers against the stark contrast of your husbands dark clothes was enough to make your heart melt.

“I can see you dressing our kids in something like this,” Eddie snorted and felt you tense up, “What?”

“Nothing, Eddie.” You sighed softly and dropped your arm from his, “Just grab that and lets go, yeah? I want to get out of here.”

Eddie stared at you as you walked off in a hurry and felt his heart sink. Suddenly it all made sense. He had brought up having kids all the time and every time, you walked away, tensed up, got pissed, or just plain out stormed away from him. Maybe you truly didn’t want kids with him – maybe it wasn’t that at all, though. He’d never know because you never spoke with him about it. You clammed up and walked away every single time.

You paid for the items, standing silently beside of Eddie the entire time. He didn’t speak to you and you knew he was upset. He had every right to be. That talk freaked you out more than you ever dared to admit. Pregnancy scared you. Not only because of the symptoms, but because it was expensive and raising a baby was even more expensive.

You loaded your car up with the bags and Eddie got in the drivers seat as you pushed the cart back to the cart wrangler. When you got in the car, you could nearly cut the tension with a knife.

“You okay?” You asked quietly but you know what was coming. Of course he was going to be upset.

“You don’t want kids with me, Y/N?” Eddie asked, trying to keep his voice level but yet failing a bit. He was annoyed and it was evident in his tone and expression.

“Eddie, it’s not that-”

“What? Cause you think I won’t be a good dad?” His brown eyes were full of anger, “Because I didn’t have one?”

“I never said that.” You stared at him, “Where is all of this coming from?”

“From you and your actions,” He sighed, “You don’t have to say it. I can tell that’s exactly what you’re thinking.”

“Think what you want, Eddie. But that is not the reason I don’t want to have this conversation right now.” You sighed, clicking your seat belt into place.

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” you shrugged.

“What the fuck ever,” Eddie scoffed, jerked the car into drive, and sped off as he sulked in the drivers seat.

----

You were seated at yet another baby shower of your friends group from high school. This one was a coed. The women were inside the house while the boys were outside doing gods knows what. Nancy and Steve had gotten hitched nearly a four ago and while you were excited for them, and you thought her pregnant bump was adorable, you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing out on things. Everyone was moving on with their lives, getting married, buying houses, having kids, excelling in their careers. And you had all of that except one thing. A baby. And your husband desperately wanted a baby.

And you were starting to think that you did as well.

Things with Eddie were still tense from yesterdays argument. He barely spoke to you the rest of the previous day and when he did, it was to tell you he was going to the bar. He didn’t come back until nearly 2 AM and was drunk when he stumbled in through the door. You got him to bed and as you were pulling his shoes off his drunk body, he looked up at you and sighed softly.

“You’d be a good mom,” his voice was slurred, “You’re always takin’ care of my bullshit...you’d be a great mom, Y/N.”

You were brought back to the present when everyone clapped excitedly over a present Nancy had received. You were happy for your friend, sure, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t jealous. The longing was back inside of you and it was only made worse when you were passed a baby from another friend – Robin’s and her wife’s baby. She was a tiny 2 month old baby, still sort of wrinkly and bald. She fussed a bit when she was laid in your arms and then almost instantly settled down once you started speaking to her.

“Wow,” Robin said, “You’re a natural, huh?”

“I guess so.” You laughed.

When the food was served and the guys walked in, you were still sitting in the back holding the tiny baby as you rocked slowly sideways, patting her bottom as she slept peacefully in you arms.

“What do you got there?” You heard Eddie’s voice from behind you and you turned to see him sitting in the chair beside of you.

“Oh, it’s Robin’s little girl.” You gave him a small smile, “She’s two months old.”

“She’s tiny,” Eddie said softly, resting his chin on your shoulder as he peered down at the baby, “Can I hold her?”

“Yeah. My arm’s dead anyway,” you sighed, watching as he scooped the tiny baby up into his arms.

If she looked tiny before, she looked minuscule now as he laid her against his chest. She stirred slightly but he softly shushed her, gently bouncing her until her tiny eyes closed again and she was fast asleep. You felt your heart melt at the sight of him rocking a tiny pink clad baby. The way he seemed to melt at the sight of her was enough to make you decide then and there that this was what you wanted.

On the drive back home, it was still silent. Eddie drove and you leaned against the door in the passenger seat.

“You’re still mad at me, huh?” Eddie was the first to speak.

“I’m not mad at you, Eds. I just-”

“I know. I know. Babies are expensive and for some reason, you seem to think we can’t afford one. But I’m going to gently remind you that we both have jobs – good paying jobs. I’m working at the garage with overtime. You own your own hair salon. We’re not in high school anymore, baby. We have careers and we own a fuckin’ house now...we’ve kept a dog alive for five years now.” Eddie sighed, “I respect you not wanting kids. I do. But I just wished you’d let me say my side, too.”

He pulled into the driveway and parked the car as you spoke up, “Then say your side, Eds.”

He placed his hand on your thigh as he looked over at you, “I love you, Y/N. And I think we’d make great parents. We know exactly what not to do because of the parents we were given. Our parents were shitty...surely we can learn from that, yeah?”

You patted the hand that was resting on your thigh and nodded slightly, giving him a small smile. And that was that. You followed him into the house, shivering in the slightly chilly night air as he unlocked the door. The dog rushed towards you and Eddie, happy to have his owners back for the night.

“I’m going to go get changed, okay?” You watched as Eddie flopped down on the couch, kicking his boots off as he sunk down in the cushions.

“Mhmmm,” Eddie mumbled, flipping through the television channels.

Before you could lose your courage, you thumbed through your closet and found what you were looking for. The black silk nightgown with the red trim. It drove Eddie crazy anytime you wore it.

After you showered and changed into the silk gown, you took a deep breath and looked at your menstrual calendar and to your surprise – you were ovulating today.

“Okay,” you said to yourself in the mirror, “I can do this. You can do this. You want this, too.”

You walked downstairs and leaned against the railing of the steps and cleared your throat, causing Eddie’s eyes to snap over in your direction.

“Coming to bed?” you asked softly, rubbing your arm nonchalantly.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered as he looked over at you, catching him off guard with what you were wearing.

You held your hand out to him as he turned the television off and you walked up the steps together, him right behind you. You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and took his rings off, placing them on the vanity. You walked over and stood in between his legs as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. He was a bit surprised as you bent down and kissed him, holding his face in your hands as his hands came to the back of your thighs, sliding under the fabric of the nightgown.

“What’s all this for?” Eddie mumbled against your lips as he tugged the edge of the nightgown.

“Gotta have sex to make a baby, right?” You shrugged and he immediately leaned back.

“What did you say?” Eddie asked, sightly shocked.

“I...I think it’s time we at least start trying.” You shrugged, “I know I’ve had my...reservations against it but...I don’t know. Seeing you with Robin’s kid today just...ignited something in me, I think? I’ve always wanted them. I just didn’t want it to be something we’d regret once it was done, you know? I didn’t want to raise a kid like we were raised...poor and in broken homes. You just...have to promise me one thing, okay?”

“What’s that, baby?” Eddie asked, fingernails gently scraping the back of your thighs as his big brown eyes seared int yours.

“If I do get pregnant...you won’t leave me.” Your voice quivered and he knew why – and finally understood some of the reservations you had.

He had heard the story a few times. The story of when your mom announced her pregnancy and your supposed dad just walked out and never returned. Even though you never knew him, you were traumatized by that story for most of your life. You were the kid that nobody wanted.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie said as he cupped your chin, leaning up to kiss your lips softly and held up his ring finger, “You’re stuck with me ‘til death, baby girl.”

You bent down and kissed him again, sighing as you felt his soft lips against yours. Tongues brushed against each other and danced in a slow motion as he drank you in, pulling you against him. You crawled into his lap as he leaned backwards on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as you sat on his lower stomach, knowing he could feel you had no panties on. Soft, sweet kisses and touches shared slowly, taking your time to kiss down his neck and over his chest, kissing each tattoo along the way. He wanted to savor this sweet moment between the two of you – wanted to make it last for as long as possible. The argument from yesterday and the past were enough to make anyone need a gentle moment.

He playfully flipped the two of you over so that you were resting on your back in the center of the bed. He stood up and quickly rid himself of his jeans before he crawled back up between your legs, kissing and licking small trails as he moved upwards. You spread your legs, opening yourself to him, causing the skirt to pool around your waist, exposing your slit to him.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, Y/N. I know I say that a lot, but I mean it...such a beautiful girl.” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, nuzzling his nose into the juncture of your thigh and your pelvis, the slight stubble he had growing tickling the sensitive skin there, “This nightgown is my favorite on you...you knew that, huh?”

“Mhm,” you gave him a small, bashful smile as he kissed over your lower stomach. Your fingers gently threading through his hair, pulling just a bit on the strands. Each kiss felt like fire on your skin – you were burning with need for him.

He completely bypassed your core as he crawled further up your body, pulling the front of you gown down, exposing your tits. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking the hardened nub into his warm, wet mouth before alternating to the other, his eyes locking on yours as you felt his fingers slip through your soaked slit. His eyes locked on yours as his fingers rubbed small circles on your engorged clit.

“Barely touched you, baby.” Eddie mumbled as he leaned up and kissed your lips.

“Need you, Eds.” You whispered between rushed kisses, “Please.”

Instinctively, he reached for the bedside table and you stopped him, a small smile on both of your faces as he laughed at himself.

“Before we go any further,” Eddie asked as he sat back on his knees, “Are you sure, Y/N?”

There was no hesitation when you nodded and said firmly, “Yes. I’m sure.”

He finished disrobing and was back on the bed in between your legs quickly, nudging your legs open wider for him as he settled in on his knees. And for the first time in nearly six years, you felt his bare cock brush over your sensitive slit.

“I don’t think we’ve ever done this without a condom,” Eddie gave you a small smile.

“First time for everything,” you whispered, reaching between your bodies and guiding him to your entrance.

He watched as you guided his cock into you, a surely addictive site. He took over once the tip of him was buried inside of you, pressing himself entirely into your heat. A soft groan escaped his mouth as he felt you from the inside for the first time ever without the barrier of a condom.

He propped himself up on his hands over top of you, watching as he slid the rest of the way inside of him. He laid his forehead against yours, voice just a breathy moan as he whispered, “Feels so good, Y/N...so fucking good, baby,”

Your legs tangled with his as pulled back and then slowly slid back inside of you, a soft moan escaping both of you at the sensation. He set the pace, slow and languid movements as the sounds of his cock thrusting into the slickness of your throbbing cunt filled the air around you. Your legs tightened around him as he angled his hips a bit lower, his cock brushing up against that spot deep inside of you that drove you crazy. His fingers threaded through yours as he pinned them above your head, your legs wrapping around his waist as you arched against him. He was so deep, you could feel the tip of his cock right against your cervix.

His pelvis was brushing right against your clit with the angle he was in and you felt yourself rushing towards the edge, gasping for air as he nuzzled his forehead against yours. You could tell by the way his movements had changed, he was close as well.

You whined in protest as he pulled back, and out, of you. Your thighs felt like jello and you could feel his hands were trembling as he helped you move onto your stomach. It was like a routine, knowing what each other needed and wanted at any given moment without the need of speaking it.

He entered you again from behind, your load moans unavoidable as he bottomed out completely. Your hair was a mess, covering half of your face as his thrusts became a bit more powerful, thrusting into you faster just like you needed as his hand snaked its way underneath you and between your legs, rubbing quickly over the engorged core.

“Eddie,” you panted softly, fingers gripping the sheets as you felt him even deeper inside of you in this position.

“I know, I know, baby.” Eddie panted, “Me too – me fuckin’ too.”

His hips started jerking and his moans was enough to tip you over the edge, your moans and cries echoing off the walls as he finished right behind you. And for the first time, you felt the throbbing and the warmth of his orgasm as he finished, his breath ragged and his moans slowed down now a bit as he pressed his face into your back.

After a few silent minutes, he pulled out of you and watched as you moved to lay back on your back. He watched as a bit of his cum dripped out of you and used two fingers to press it back inside of you, the sight nearly making him hard all over again. He moved to lay in between your legs, his head resting just below your chest as your arms hands cradled his head to you.

“Condoms take away so much,” You mumbled after a few minutes, causing Eddie to laugh softly.

“Imagine how I’ve felt,” he laughed, smiling up at you for a moment before he laid his head back down flat, “I love you, though...sex with a condom was worth it.”

“I love you, Eds.”

“Love you more, baby girl.”

istg i'm like the only person in this fandom that absolutely despises children and never wants any of them 😭😭

Me & You Together (Joseph Quinn x gn!Reader)

an; hiya! here's my first drabble for this blog! a little nervous so any feedback would be great (positive and negative i'm a people pleaser lol)

SYNOPSIS: Joe and reader haven't been together all that long, but reader has a dream of their future with Joe and tells him all about it (loosely based on one line in the song, Me & You Together Song by The 1975)

WARNINGS: nothing other than mentions of having kids which some people might not want! otherwise just some fluff!

When you and Joseph were together–which was a large majority of your time these days–the world seemed to stop. There was no noise from outside your window, no anxiety of what people would think of you two, just the two of you. Alone.

It was times like these, when it was quiet, that your brain could finally reflect on the man laying in front of you; hair beginning to grow longer than he’d like, showing just how fuzzy his curls could get, a hint of sleep in his eyes that was just about visible in the early morning sun peeking through the curtains, an air of calm around him as he looked right back at you.

There was almost no need to speak. The chirps of the birds–pretty much the only noise you could comprehend this early in the morning–filled the silence very nicely. Though there was a thread going around your mind that you just had the urge to pull and you couldn’t stop it.

“I had a dream last night,” you started, not really sure where the rest of your sentence would be going. Joe let out a ‘hmm’, almost as a question of ‘what was it?’. “I had a dream of me and you together. We were old, like all grey and wrinkly, and we were having this big family lunch and we had kids and grandkids and all that.”

It didn’t dawn on you as much as it should have that the future of your relationship could be a sensitive topic for Joe, his career was just about to skyrocket and you’d only been seeing each other for a few months–you’d only met his parents a couple weeks beforehand, for goodness’ sake. But you just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was right. There wasn’t the first few nervous dates like normal, waiting for the red flags seemed inevitable at first–at least that’s what was expected–but they just never appeared. Everything was easy.

A small smirk began to pull at Joe’s lips, his eyes still full of the admiration he’d been holding for you for at least the past twenty minutes after you both woke up, not wanting to get out of bed yet.

“And how many kids did we have, darling?” he asked, his voice still a little bit scratchy.

You thought for a moment, trying to recall. “Three. A boy and then two girls.” Joe chuckled, pulling you towards him and into his arms–a bear hug.

“And the grandkids?” he continued. You could no longer see his face–the hug caused you to nuzzle into his neck–which still smelt a little like the cologne he used the night before–but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke.

“We had an army of them,” you answered. “‘m pretty sure even they lost count of how many of them there were.”

Joe stayed silent for a moment, just revelling in the comfort he felt with you in his hold. “So when are we starting the brood then, eh?”

You were almost taken aback by how forward he was. Of course, you’d thought about what it would be like to settle down, have a family–and of course, since meeting Joseph, you’d thought about what he’d be like going along with you, but there was an expectation still, it was early. You’d barely gotten to know the ins and outs of each other.

But there was a relief when Joe was the one to bring it up first, at least not just as a random figment of your subconscious imagination.

You thought for a moment before answering. You pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes–those gorgeous dark eyes.

“I’ll need a ring first.” Joe just laughed, and everything felt the best anything had felt in a while for you, in the tranquillity under your sheets on that early morning as the sun rose.