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Maybe idk if this is a kink but I know Eddie’s loud so maybe something where you’re over and can’t get enough of him so you’re giving him his like 5th blow job and he has to be quite bc Wayne’s home and you know he can’t really 🙈🙊

Apparently it’s my thing now to make Wayne uncomfortable. Sorry Mr. Munson.

“Baby”, Eddie whines, grabbing at your shoulders to pull you up. “C’mon, we can’t.”

You pout up at him, hand snaking it’s way into his boxers to free his cock, “but I want you.”

He chuckles, “you had me all day. Multiple times.” He gasps as your hand wraps around his cock, stroking up to the tip slowly. “We can’t.”

“Why?”, you grumble. Your tongue pokes out to dip into his slit to lap up the bead of precum pooling there, moaning at the taste.

“Because—fuck. Because your mouth is too fucking good and I won’t be able to keep quiet. Wayne’s home now.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me.” You hold him at the base as your tongue swirls over the head teasingly. If you’re going to get him to be as loud as possible, you’ve gotta tease him a bit.

He whimpers as you run your tongue along the sensitive underside, coming back up to suckle on the head. You smear wet, sloppy kisses over the crown, smirking as you watch his hips twitch up to get you to take more of him.

You ignore him, fist stroking lazily over him as you pull back and spit on the ruddy tip. He gasps, a low moan escaping him as you slick the wetness over his length.

“Please”, he begs. His hands twitch at his sides, wanting nothing more than to grab your head and shove you down into his cock.

“Please what?”, you ask, looking up at him as you smear another kiss on his tip.

“Please suck me.” His hands wind themselves into your hair, gently pushing the strands off of your face so he can get a better view.

“I’m getting mixed signals here. First you say we can’t”, you twist your fist around the crown, earning a low moan from Eddie. “And now you’re begging me to suck you off?”

“I—I know. I’ll be quiet. Just, please.”

“Doubtful”, you mumble, sinking your mouth down onto his cock until he’s bumping the back of your throat, your nose pressed into the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

“Fuck”, Eddie practically yells, head thrown back into the wall behind his bed.

You’re using every trick you know to get him desperate to cum, rolling his balls in your palm as the other hand twists as it strokes what your mouth isn’t reaching when you bob up.

You grab his hips, urging him to thrust forward.

“Mmmph”, Eddie muffles his moan with his fist, hips bucking up to fuck his cock further into your mouth.

The wet, dirty sound of your throat being fucked mingle with Eddie’s moans and groans as they bounce off of the thin walls of the trailer.

Eddie’s letting out a constant string of sounds, needy little whines and deep moans spurring you on. It’s not long before he’s grabbing at your hair, muttering “gonna cum, gonna cum, baby.”

Doubling down, you bob and gag on his cock, throat constricting around him, sending him over the edge.

You swallow everything he has to give, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you grin up at him.

“You’re a menace”, he groans, a blissed out expression plastered on his face.

You laugh, swatting at his thigh as you get up. “Need a drink. Someone used my throat as a fleshlight.” You clear your throat, coughing as you leave Eddie’s bedroom and head for the kitchen.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you open it and take a few long gulps.

“Having fun?”, you hear Wayne ask from his spot on the couch.

You jump, spilling water on yourself as you spin around to look at him.

“H-hi”, you say sheepishly.

“Hello.” He stares at you, expression unreadable.

“Oh! Uh, yes. Yes sir. I always have fun spending time with Eddie.”

He nods, “happy to hear it. If you could let my nephew know that these walls are extremely thin, that would be very helpful. ”

Your eyes widen and you sputter, words escaping you as you gape at him.

He turns back to the tv, turning up the volume. “Well, enjoy your evening, young lady.”

“You too”, you mumble, slamming the fridge shut as you scurry back to Eddie’s room.

You could swear you hear Wayne giggle over the sound of the tv.

hold me close

or: eddie letting you wear his accessories during sex !

a/n: soft sex ! so very soft n loving. just an all around good and emotional tear-filled time. / 0.9k words

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the process is intimate and takes a lot out of him. he’s anxious, you both are. anxious regarding what this might mean for the two of you. what this next step entails. you were so happy when eddie pulled you into his lap and asked you to try something with him, popping the question in between chaste little kisses.

he trusts you and you adore it, accepting each piece with a soft “thank you.” you know how vulnerable he feels without his accessories, you’ve learned to accept that he doesn’t even take them off to shower.

your job is to keep what he gives you safe, wearing his pieces with pride. it drives him crazy, absolutely insane when you look up at him through your lashes like that. thanking him for laying his claim on you. for giving you the most important parts of him.

he’s never done this with anyone before, never trusted anyone enough to share this part of himself. you’ve come to learn that each ring means something much deeper to him, deeper than you previously thought. you want him to be comfortable, want him to know how much you love him, how much this means to you.

the guitar pick necklace goes first, he slips it onto you once he’s got your shirt off, cooing at the way the charm settles in the valley of your breasts. the chain in cold against your skin, eliciting goosebumps that he rubs away with his warm hand. you hook your fingers into the front of his t-shirt and pull him forward, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

eddie giggles at the kiss. and you feel like your heart may give out. it’s a sweet little sound, so innocent. you peck his lips next, basking in the way his mouth curls up into a giddy smile. “thank you eds” you tell him, fiddling with the chain.

he kisses down your sternum next, rubbing circles into the fat of your hip with his hand. he moves onto his rings, crucifix on your pointer, then the pig skull on your middle. he slides the thick metal onto each digit with a small peck to your nailbeds.

you giggle at the gesture, shivering from the ticklish feeling. they’re a bit big on you, the heavy steel charms give into gravity and slip to hang towards the ground. in a burst of confidence, you take both of your ringed fingers and play at the seam of his mouth, urging him to open up.

eddie surprises you, he nips and sucks at the tips of your digits with a grin, sighing at the weight of them on his tongue. you gasp at the wet feeling, gazing up at him from where you lie on your back. he sucks you in all the way to the top end of the matching bands, pulling back and reaching to part your fingers in a V-shape.

he flicks his tongue back and forth between the gap, winking at you.

you inhale sharply, growing hot at what the gesture insinuates.

“perv” you mumble, earning a snicker from the man above you.

eddie’s shirt is next to go, meeting yours in a pile at the foot of his bed. you hook your sticky fingers into the waist of his pants and wiggle them down, helping him get each leg out.

you’re both down to your underwear now, sinking into the plush of his mattress in a loving kiss. you revel in the intimacy of it, how pure his love is for you, how safe you feel in the arms of a man sent to you by the angels above.

the skull ring goes next, the one and only piece of memorabilia he has from his father. you gasp as he slides the jewelry onto your opposite thumb. it fits perfectly around the length of your thickest finger.

“eds..” you whisper, tone wavering. “are you sure bub?”

he smiles down at you, expression pure and full of love.

“why wouldn’t i be?” he assures you.

your bra and panties go next, then his boxers, discarded to the depths of his bedroom floor. you’re grinding up against each other now, grazing your leaking core over his pulsing cock. eddie gasps, little pitiful whines and groans into the fold of your neck, practically sobbing at the stimulation.

it’s what he does next that breaks your heart.

eddie pulls away from you, kneeling tall over your form. you still at the show of dominance, reveling in the way his firm body towers above everything in your line of sight. he brings his hands to his chest and removes the last piece of jewlery. his mother’s ring.

he shushes you before you can protest, slipping it onto your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. he’s shaking, you realize.

you know what the gesture means. you know exactly what he’s saying when he presses his lips to the gemstone.

your lip wobbles.

“promise me” he pleads. you realize what he’s asking.

“wanna leave this town someday, gonna take you with me.”

you nod , pulling him down so he’s laying on top of you, forehead to forehead. he doesn’t need to say what the gesture implies, you already know.

“f’course sweet boy.” you tell him. basking in the warmth of his body held tight against yours. he goes lax at the admission, reassured by your response. you hear him sniffle.

“you don’t even need to ask eds.”

you love me, i love you

description: peter parker is just too pretty to not kiss. (he thinks you are too.)

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: use of ‘pretty baby’, ‘angel’

what id do to make out with this boy help

“Is my pretty baby comfortable?”

Your heart swelled at Peter’s words which stuck to your mind like sweet syrup. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but you could hear him smile into his words. And hearing them yourself was like drinking a cup of warm honey tea. Your lip was tucked under your teeth as you chewed it, cheeks heating at his tone.

He could hear your heart race.

Your head was pulled into the warm crook of his neck. He felt you inhale, breath hot against his skin. Peter smelled nice. He always did. You could tell he used his aunt’s shampoo. It was sweet and strong, but not overwhelmingly so. Just enough.

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