inspired by this post sent to me by the lovely @justsheerfilth1 💘
warnings: smut (+18). implied sub!eddie. cockwarming. use of a toy (vibrator). praise kink.
It's like you can feel every inch of his skin beneath you.
Eddie is trembling, his thighs shake with tension under yours, and his arms sit tightly on each side of his body, unmoving. Just as you asked.
The only source of light in your room are the string lights over your headboard, shining a weak yellow glow over your naked bodies. He sits on the edge of your bed, and you're right above him, thighs bracketing his hips, sitting still.
"That's it." You coo, gentle lips dragging across his cheek and jaw, breathing him in. "You feel so good inside me, baby."
Your voice is only a bit louder than the buzzing between your bodies. With one hand on his shoulder, the other holds a small bullet vibrator on your clit, while you sit still with his cock inside of you. Filling you up, inch by thick inch, but unmoving.
Just as you asked.
It's almost overwhelming, the urge to move — but Eddie's face, contorted with pleasure, plump lips bitten red letting out groans and whimpers, pink cheeks warm to the touch, remind you why you're here in the first place.
"Wanna make you feel good." For a second, he drops his head to your shoulder, arms flexing, but kept in place by a strength you didn't know he had. "Want you to use me."
"Yeah?" You pull him back by the hair, and he moans. "Want me to use your big dick to come?"
He nods, then. Just barely. Brown eyes glazed, lost in a haze of you. Your pussy clenches around him, and you can feel yourself ready to let go, the pressure in your tummy rising and rising with each vibration between your legs.
Resting your face on the side of his, you let your hips move just a little, enough to feel his fat head hit your spot and send you reeling, spiraling down, down, down. "You do, don't you, baby? You're so good for me. My good boy."
Your nails bury themselves on Eddie's shoulder as you come, squeezing him tight, feeling yourself soak him and the sheets underneath. After you turn the toy off and throw it aside, all you can hear is your own breathing, and Eddie's.
This time, you're the one who's shaking. He allows himself to hold you, wrapping his arms around you and laying back, bringing you with him. A single kiss is laid on your temple.
It's comforting, how warm he is under you. How his hands squeeze your body for silent reassurance, how you answer back with a kiss to his chest.
You're still much too aware of how he's still hard inside of you, though, throbbing for release. With unsteady thighs, you still manage still up, but not before setting a sweet kiss on his lips, while his hands immediately fly to your waist.
"Think I need to reward you now, don't I?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
You're going to wipe that lazy grin clean off his face.
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The idea of the batkids scaring Bruce with “a new grandchild” to only show an animal is so funny to me, because imagine Bruce is so used to it that when Jason wants to introduce him to his new grandchild Bruce almost falls out of his chair when there’s an ACTUAL KID!
Dick: You’re a granddaddy now Brucie!!!
Bruce: WHAT?!? Who?? When??? How??? Actually don’t tell me how. Who is she??? When did she give birth???
Dick: What? No, meet my kid *holds up a cat* her name is biscuit and shes the love of my life!
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Steph: Cass and I are adopting…
Bruce: Holy shit, actually???
Cass: Yes, it was a tough choice, but we want to adopt
Bruce: Do you need any help with paperwork and stuff? It’s kinda my thing. Also consider the fact that you might be too young.
Steph: Too young…?
Bruce: Yes, I mean you’re only in your 20’s, are you sure you can handle a kid?
Cass: Too young for an iguana?
—
Damian: It happened again, I have a kid.
Bruce: What do you mean AGAIN?!?
Damian: This is my second kid, duh
Bruce: Are you talking about goats?
Damian: Of course I am father
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Tim: BRUCE YOU’RE GOING TO BE A GRANDFATHER!!!
Bruce: Tim I didn’t think I was going to have to tell you this again after the whole thing with Stephanie, but just kissing someone doesn’t get them pregnant
Tim:
Bruce: Is it a dog?
Tim: No it’s a tiger
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Jason: I have something to tell you
Bruce(not looking up from his paperwork): Okay, what’s up?
Jason: I have a kid, I want you to meet your granddaughter
Bruce: I can’t possibly imagine what type of animal you’ve gotten, but I’d love to meet her
Jason: What the hell are you talking about?
Bruce (looking up to see an actual child): You actually have a kid????
Jason: Yeah, Roy and I thought it was time I adopted Lian
Lian: Hi Grandpa!!!
Bruce: I’m going to faint, grab me some ice will you?
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Underrated flavor of queer Steve: Steve who worries that he's faking it
After Robin's confession to him, he starts to view the way he looks at other guys--the way he's always looked at them--in a different light. The way he can see a guy and think 'yeah, he's hot' or even, 'yeah, I wouldn't mind getting with him.' He starts to think maybe that's kinda queer
But then he shakes the thought away, because everyone is able to pick out whether another person is attractive or not. His thoughts aren't different or special. Everyone must think that way, and Steve is only starting to view it as queer because Robin is queer and he wants to have more in common with her
He's always had a habit of doing that: chameleoning himself into a group, adopting enough of their mannerisms or interests to fit in. He'd almost lost himself to in high school, turning into an asshole for the sake of having friends who, in retrospect, hadn't even been very good to him
But now he has Robin - brilliant, funny, awkward, brave Robin, who is good to him and who also happens to be a lesbian, and Steve is doing it again, isn't he? Shifting himself just so he can fit in. Faking it to make it. But he's pretty sure pretending to be queer is kind of offensive, so he sits on the thought for months and months, sometimes pushing it down so hard that he feels sick with it, until it comes bubbling out around the cracks
Steve doesn't even mean to say it; he and Robin are hanging out, Star Wars playing on the TV more as background noise than anything, and Robin sighs over Carrie Fisher, and Steve sighs with her, and then mentions that he'd let Harrison Ford hit it, too, if he had the chance. And then it takes him a minute to understand why Robin is now staring at him, wide-eyed and almost startled
Neither of them really know much about the concept of bisexuality at that point, but they stumble through the conversation anyway, and Robin insists that, no, she's pretty sure not everyone looks at both men and women with equal appreciation and, "I don't think you can fake it, Steve. You can't do being queer wrong."
And for Steve - suddenly it clicks into place. A new piece of himself he'd been struggling to shove away, now acknowledged and welcomed. Something real and true and his, and something he happens to share with his best friend
And it feels good
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