Druidess

posting sexual content does not mean i want to engage in sexual conversations with you.

read that again.

men’s thighs (crowd of hundreds of thousands applauding)

i just need to praise my sub and tell him how much of a good boy he is until he can’t handle it and begs for me to fuck him…

waste a moment | e.m. 

you only agreed to eddie’s little challenge because, at the time, you wholeheartedly believed you would win.

he had brought it up while you were already a few hits deep, sitting on his lap in his bed. he had one of his arms lazily wrapped around your waist, the other holding the joint the two of you were sharing. he’d take a long hit, letting his head fall back as he inhaled it, and then he’d lean forward, pressing his lips up against yours and exhaling the smoke into your mouth. and you’d sit for a moment, simply just existing in each other’s space, and then he’d bring the joint up to your mouth, and you’d repeat the process.

you were pretty content just like that, and then eddie had to go and open his big mouth. “i have an idea,” he said, eyes shut as he rested his head against the wall. you were (very) slowly braiding a strand of his hair, all your focus on your fingers, and your eyes dragged to his face when he spoke, his words filling the silence that had surrounded the two of you. usually, eddie turned on some music while the two of you smoked, but early he said he just wanted to take everything in - every little sound, every little detail.

“what is it, munson?” you asked, letting your fingers drop in your lap as you shifted to look at him. joint long gone, he brought both of his hands up to your hips, fingers digging into your skin lightly.

“let’s play a game. a no-touching game.” blinking his eyes open, he tilted his head to meet your gaze. he saw your eyebrow quirk up, and he chuckled, bringing a hand up to tap the tip of your nose. “we see how long we can go without touching the other person.” he explained, his eyes rimmed ever so slightly red, pupils dilated.

“and what does the winner get?” you asked, contemplating the idea over in your head. eddie’s love language was quite literally physical touch, something you had figured out early on in your relationship, so you thought it was a little ballsy for him to even be proposing the idea. you gave him thirty minutes tops before he’d brush some of your hair out of your face or snap the strap of your tank top against your skin. this would be so easy.

“winner gets to do whatever their heart desires with the loser, babes. that seem fair to you?” his hands slid from your waist to your thighs, running his palms up and down your skin. you almost went cross-eyed for a second, the mere feeling of his skin on yours sending sparks throughout your body, but you found yourself nodding in response. “good,” he quipped, leaning in to kiss you gently before he used his hands to push you off his lap.

you fell back on his bed, giggling, and that was how it started.

eddie had surprisingly lasted thirty minutes without even a hint of touching you, which made you curious as to what he had planned. he picked up his well-loved copy of the lord of the rings, the one he was annotating for you, and you moved to the floor in front of his cassette deck, riffling through his tapes. typically, you were more into the mainstream music, always bopping along to david bowie or fleetwood mac, but ever since you met eddie he’s slowly been turning you into a metal fan.

you picked one of his iron maiden tapes, popping it into the deck and turning the volume up just a bit. you earned an appreciative hum from eddie on the bed, but he otherwise ignored you. you were starting to feel the effects of the joint, your mind going slightly hazy and a little sleepy. the music filled in the silence, and you stood from the floor, swaying your hips to the beat while you roamed through eddie’s room, looking at his posters and decorations.

when you turned to face eddie, his gaze had traveled from his book to your body, and you couldn’t help but smirk as your face flushed. you put on a little show, running your hands down your front slowly while you danced; eddie’s eyes following your movements without fault. this is it, you thought, this is when he breaks. you watched as he adjusted himself, fixing his position on the bed, and he raised his brown eyes to yours, giving you a wink before he turned his attention back to his book.

pouting, you sighed dramatically before heading over to your bag, riffling through it before you found your own novel that you had brought. hopping up on the bed next to eddie, mere inches away, you laid down so that your legs were perpendicular to the wall that eddie was leaning against, you head down by his legs. you were starting to feel lighter, a little more absentminded, the true effects of the joint finally hitting you almost full forced. your eyes kept wandering around the pages of your book, absolutely not picking up a single word.

the two of you managed to stay in your positions for about half an hour, until something hit you that made you realize whyeddie proposed his little game.

you never really smoked too often, didn’t really like the feeling of being out of your mind, so to speak. the few times you did smoke, though, were always with eddie because you felt comfortable around him. and eddie, the attentive and secretly gentle man that he is, always kept his eyes on you, taking note of how you responded to each hit. eddie knew you better than anyone else, and so he knew that after a certain amount of hits, after you settled, that you would become needy.

and god, were you feeling needy right now.

you don’t know what brought it on, exactly. it might’ve been watching eddie as he slouched into the bed, a pen cap in his mouth as he wrote out some notes in the margins of his book. or the way his fingers bent the spine back, his rings shining as they hit the light. the way that his shirt lifted up his chest when he stretched, reveling the slightest glimpse at his happy trail. the way his tongue worked to flip the cap around in his mouth, his slight oral fixation taking over as he chewed on the lid.

you don’t know what brought it on, but you wanted his fingers in your mouth, wanted to feel his rings against your lip as he pressed the pads of his fingers into your tongue. wanted to feel his hips pressed against yours, his hair falling around your face as he leaned up on top of you, grinning. wanted to feel his teeth against your neck, wanted to feel him. and you knew that he knew it, too.

his lips curved into a smirk as he glanced at you next to him, your thighs slightly rubbing together while your bottom lip gets tucked into your teeth. “you alright there, babe?” he asked, sitting up a bit more on the bed as he tossed his book to the floor. his view right now was much better than anything some fantasy world could offer. your pajama shorts had ridden up your thighs from the way you were laying, and he could just barely catch sight of the pink panties that sat underneath them.

“eddie, i know we can’t touch each other but…” you paused, feeling your face flush from slight embarrassment from the question on the tip of your tongue. you were feeling desperate, needed something other than the feeling of your thighs moving against the other. “but, we can… touch ourselves, yeah?” the ending was barely above a whisper.

you had shut your eyes, moved your hands to rest against your abdomen, fingers slightly dipped into the waistband of your shorts, and so you couldn’t see eddie’s reaction. eddie, who had leaned forward slightly, big, brown eyes trained on your body. he licked his lips, heart racing, before responding. “sure, princess. we can touch ourselves.”

at his approval, one of your hands immediately moved under your shorts, under your panties, almost as if they had a mind of their own. a sigh slipped from your parted lips when the tips of your fingers met your wet skin. your legs dropped from the wall, feet landing on the pillow as your knees spread apart, your left one almost bumping into eddie’s shoulder. he dodged it, even though he would’ve won the game had he let it touch him. he didn’t want this moment to end.

as you slowly circled your clit with your wet fingers, your other hand fell to the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly.  eddie placed his hand near yours, pinkies almost touching as he watched you with heavy eyes. your sighs had turned into whimpers, the feeling of your fingers making you feel some type of pleasure, but it wasn’t really what you needed. you needed eddie. tilting your head to the side, you opened your eyes with herculean effort, opening your mouth to say something, anything, but the only noise that came out was another whimper.

your hips bucked slightly against your own fingers, your desperation having you on the verge of tears. you were struggling to form any type of coherent thought, but you managed to decide then that you needed eddie more than you needed to win. “eddie,” you mewled, inching your fingers closer and closer to his on the bed. he watched intently as the tips of your fingers stopped just shy of brushing against his. he waited a moment, chest heaving as his breath quickened, before your hand moved up to hold on to his wrist as you pushed two of your fingers inside yourself.

“oh, thank fucking god,” he muttered, reaching over with his right hand to intwine your fingers together, pinning your hand to the bed as he leans over you. his left hand snaked up your front, fingers dragging up the hem of your t-shirt as they travelled up your chest. he lightly ran them across your neck before he placed his middle and ring finger against your lips. “open up, baby. make my fingers all nice and wet for your needy pussy.”

you obliged, eyes wide and staring into his as you parted your lips, sliding your tongue against his fingers as he pushed them inside your mouth. you both let out a moan, eddie’s own mouth parting slightly as he worked his fingers in and out of your mouth. your own fingers stopped their movements, your sole focus on following eddie’s orders as you twirled your tongue around his fingers, his rings feeling heavy against your bottom lip. his lips quirk up in a smirk as he sees your hazy gaze, and he gently squeezes your hand with his before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

he gently removes his fingers from your mouth, and you can see them shine in the light, wet from your spit, the sight itself causing you to clench around your own fingers. he carefully maneuvers his hand beneath your shorts, running his pinky finger along the hem of your panties before he dips his fingers beneath that, too. you remove your fingers, making room for eddie’s hand, and he hums appreciatively.

his big, brown eyes follow your hand as you pull it out, your own two fingers wet with your slick, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head. “let me have a taste, baby,” his voice is barely above a whisper, but there is desperation laced in it that makes you shiver. you slowly lift your fingers to his mouth, running them against his lips before he opens them, tongue gliding out to lick the seam between. he makes a noise in the back of his throat, lowering his mouth on your fingers completely as he pushes his fingers inside you.

“oh. oh- fuck…” the combined sensation of his mouth on your fingers and his inside of you makes your back arch off the bed slightly, toes curling against the pillow as pure pleasure courses through your body. mimicking eddie’s moves earlier, you slowly guide your digits in and out of his mouth, your eyes following the movement while your hips squirm against eddie’s hand. he nips at your fingers when you pull them out, a thin line of saliva still connecting his lips to your fingers, and without thinking, you bring them to your mouth to clean them off.

eddie flashes you a wicked grin, releasing your hand and moving his to hold the side of your face while his fingers start a slow, teasing pace inside of you. “fuck is right, princess. you taste so fucking good.” he tilts his face closer to yours, his wavy brown hair tickling your cheek as it falls past you. his hand slides from your cheek to your throat, caressing it lightly before he leans into it, amounting the slightest bit of pressure. it makes you gasp; makes you tilt your head back ever so slightly to lean into his grasp.

“jesus christ, this pussy is needy,” he teases, scissoring his fingers inside you in a way that makes your mouth drop open. even with the music playing faintly in the background, you could hear his fingers moving, hear how wet you were becoming by his actions. “it’s always needy, isn’t it baby? needy for my tongue, needy for my fingers… needy for my cock.” he pressed his mouth against yours harshly, swallowing your moan as he curled his fingers inside your pussy, pressing up against the spot that had your knees smacking together.

he pressed your legs back open using his elbow, attempting to push them apart wider as he kissed you. and you, well, you were quite simply in a state of bliss. the only thoughts running through your head consisted of eddie, oh, please, and fuck. you couldn’t have verbalized them, even if you wanted to; your whole body was spent. eddie was currently turning you mindless and he hadn’t even pulled his cock out yet. you yelped when you felt his teeth bite against your bottom lip, the feeling of pain such a drastic difference from the pleasure he was causing your body to heat up with. he chuckled at your response, tongue sliding out to ebb the pain on your lip before he pulled up, nose brushing against yours.

“open,” he said softly, motioning his head towards your mouth slightly. as you complied, parting your lips, eddie’s own mouth parted, a trail of spit slipping between his lips and landing on the tip of your tongue. you kept your mouth open, letting eddie watch the saliva slide down your tongue before you swallowed. “that’s my good girl.” he grinned, hand tightening around your throat slightly as he watched you blush.

your eyes fluttered shut as your throat strained against his hand, hips bucking a little more intensely against eddie’s hand. he started a quicker pace with his fingers, his thumb moving up to press against your clit. “eddie,” you whimpered, both of your hands moving down to grip his forearm, your nails digging little half-moons into his skin. your mind was growing fuzzy, you could feel the heat radiate from your abdomen as eddie continued to push his fingers inside of your, curling them up to brush against your soft spot.

“yeah, princess? what do you need, huh? use your words.” his voice was gentle, if not a little condescending as he watched you melt into the mattress below him. he could have honestly come just from the sight of you like this alone, but he forced himself to concentrate. he wanted to get you off first before he used you to finish him off. god, he almost couldn’t wait. he pressed his thumb against your wet bud a bit harder, slowly circling the pad of his finger around the sensitive area.

you went silent for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths falling from your parted lips as the pressure built in your lower stomach. “need… need you. i need you, eddie,” you sobbed, tears lining your eyes as you began to feel overstimulated. the music, the feeling of his fingers and his hand on your throat, the haziness inside your head, it was all too much, and you felt yourself at the point of breaking, burning warmth pooling to your stomach.

“you’ve got me, baby. you’re gonna come on my fingers and then i’m gonna fill that needy, little pussy up with my cock, yeah? that’s what you really need, isn’t it?” his words were punctuated by his thrusting fingers, your body rocking against the mattress as he quickened his pace. you could only nod in response to his musings, whimpering and gasping as his hand applied a tiny bit more pressure against your throat. one particularly harsh stroke of his fingers caused your breath to hiccup, your grip on his forearm making him hiss as your pussy clenches around his fingers while you explode.

you swear you blackout for a moment, seeing nothing but hazy stars behind your eyelids as eddie finger fucks you through your orgasm, nothing but praise falling from him mouth as he watches you. he lets up on your throat slightly, allowing you to catch your breath while you come. the absolute lewd noise of his fingers moving against your slick is all you can hear, and your grip on his arm becomes pliant as your body goes slack.

“jesus, baby. you’re fucking dripping onto my bed,” he muses with a small laugh, eyes zeroed in on the wet spot now staining your shorts. if you were more cognizant, you’d probably be embarrassed, but your come staining eddie’s bed was the least of your worries. your throat was dry, your cheeks wet from a few stray tears, and your body was thoroughly spent. and yet… and yet, you wanted more. and when eddie’s big, brown eyes finally meet yours, he understands immediately, a grin spreading across his face.

he uses his hold on your throat to help lift you up, guiding your mouth to his as you move into a sitting position. his other hand brushes against the side of your neck, his fingers wet against your skin, and later, much later, you’d think about showering, but now, you reveled in the feeling of his skin against yours. his mouth was hungry against yours, his lips moving almost desperately as he kissed you hard. you both managed to move into a kneeling position, one of eddie’s knees between your legs, and he effortlessly flipped you on your back, head falling onto the pillows.

he swiftly climbed over you, resting one of his hands near your head while his hips crashed into yours. you moaned at the feeling of the rough denim between your legs, the feeling going straight to your core as he grinded against you lazily. his other hand slipped up the hem of your shirt, fingers gripping at your side as he moved his tongue against yours. your own hands slipped down his chest, fingers stopping when they reached the waistband of his jeans. you fumbled with his belt, fingers still a little shaky from your orgasm mere moments ago. eventually you unclasped the buckle, pushing it aside while you moved on to the zipper.

“look at you, still so needy for me after i just filled your pussy with my fingers. it’s adorable,” he muttered against your lips, nose softly brushing against yours- a stark contrast to his words. he leaned back on his knees, lightly slapping your hands away from his pants as he moved. eddie reached behind him with one hand, pulling his shirt off his body and haphazardly tossing it on the floor. you bit your lip as you studied his tattoos, the ink contorting as his muscles flexed while he moved. you caught sight of his happy trail, tufts of dark brown hair leading down his abdomen, and that view alone made your pussy clench in anticipation.

he trailed his hands up your legs slowly, nails digging into your thighs before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants. tugging down harshly, he practically ripped your pajama shorts and panties off, tossing them behind him somewhere. the cold air made you shiver as it hit your wet pussy, and your legs moved to close before eddie smacked your inner thigh lightly, his tongue clicking a tsk. “uh-uh, baby. i need you to keep those wide open for me. can you do that, princess?”

you nodded eagerly in response, not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend, and watched him unbutton his jeans, tugging them down to his thighs and revealing his black boxers. he leaned over you to reach into the bedside table, no doubt looking for the condoms he kept there, and you took this moment to softly trail your fingers along his shirtless chest, tracing his tattoos before moving down to his happy trail. you gently ran your fingers down the expanse of skin, causing eddie’s head to drop into your shoulder as he moaned softly.

encouraged by his response, you trailed your fingers even lower, toying with the edge of his boxers before dipping them inside. his hips rutted against yours, and you grinned as your fingers encountered the head of his cock, causing him to jolt. you giggled at his reaction, loving how sensitive he was, but before you could really have any fun, he pulled away, your fingers slipping from his boxers, a pout on your lips. “enough of that, brat. you’ll make me come before i even get inside of ya.” he tugged down his boxers roughly, ripping open the condom package between his teeth and spitting the foil on the bed next to him as his cock sprung forward.

he held the condom between his teeth as he gripped his length, tugging on the shaft a few times until he leaned back over you again, his right hand resting by your head as he balanced himself above you. with his other hand, he ran his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before placing them on his cock, smearing the glistening slick along his shaft. you watched with an open mouth and heavy eyes, fascinated by the way he handled himself.

“eddie,” you whined, hips wiggling against the mattress in desperation, body completely driven by your baser instincts now. you didn’t just want eddie’s cock inside of you; at this point it had become a dire need, a need you were so close to getting that it almost made you cry. it was all you could think about now, every thought running over the other as your mind became jumbled with it.

“i know, princess, i know,” he grinned, glancing up at your lust-filled eyes while he continued to stroke his cock. he grips his shaft tightly, moving forward on his knees ever so slightly to bring his head closer to your pussy. “i just gotta get my cock nice and wet before i can fill you up, okay?” his voice gets quieter as he focuses on guiding the tip of his cock to your folds, and the both of you let out load moans as it comes into contact. holding the base, he rocks his hips against yours as he lets his cock slide through your wet folds, the tip of him brushing against your sensitive clit with every thrust.

you honestly think that you can come again from the sensation of everything alone; the feeling of eddie’s hair around your face, his fingers gripping into your waist as he guides his cock through your folds, your slick covering more and more of his shaft with each pass, his rough moans filling your ears. you start to rock your hips with his movements, and just when you think eddie might say 'fuck it’ and slip himself into you without the condom, he pulls away again, chuckling as he hears you whine.

“patience, babe. the last thing we need is a little munson running around this damn trailer,” he teases, removing the condom from between his teeth and sliding it on his shaft. even though he was messing with you, the thought of eddie being a father was sending shivers through your body. fuck, you were in deep with this man. he must have seen something flash in your eyes because he hesitated for a moment before winking down at you.

he positioned himself over you once more, tapping your thighs to make you wrap them around his waist. he pressed a kiss onto your nose, pressing his forehead against yours as he slowly, slowly, slide himself into your pussy. your mouth drops open as a loud whimper emits from your throat, your legs tightening themselves around his body as he continues to push forward. his hands turn to fists against the pillow as his hips snap against yours, his cock fully seated inside you.

“jesus fucking christ, y/n,” he pants, his breath hot as it caresses over your ear, goosebumps littering your skin at the sensation. “how the fuck do you feel tighter each time i fuck you?” his question falls on deaf ears, as your whimpers block out his voice. you can feel him so deep inside you, and even without him moving, you feel completely and utterly at bliss. your hips shift against his slightly as you seek out the pleasure, the heat, and it pushes him even further, making the two of you curse.

“so deep, eddie…” you whimper, head tossing against the pillow slightly as you reach up to grip his forearm. “i can’t… oh, fuck.” he had started to pull out, the feeling of fullness going away the further he moved, and you almost sobbed, trying to lift your hips up to follow him. he let out a mangled laugh, his hand on your hip pressing down roughly to keep you from moving too much, shushing your cries.

when he barely had the head of his cock inside, he thrusted forward again, much quicker this time, and you had to slap your hand on top of your mouth to stifle a scream. he rutted his hips into yours, his pelvic bone brushing against your clit. “oh, god. your little pussy is pure heaven, princess. and it was made just for me, huh?” he panted into your ear, starting to move his cock in and out of your soaking pussy with more speed. one of your legs slipped from his waist, and he slide his hand down your hips, resting it against the fat of your inner thigh to hold your legs open.

“fuck, fuck, fuckfuck,” you cried, back arching as eddie started pounding into you relentlessly. his cock was filling you so full, hitting every little sweet spot inside of you, and you were unable to think of anything else, to say anything else. a drop of sweat fell from eddie’s forehead onto your own, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the feeling of your tight, wet pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. the hand against your mouth slid down to your chest, down to eddie’s waist, and you held on to his hip as he thrusted into you.

the sound of the bed squeaking from his movements filled the room, along with the clanking of eddie’s belt buckle as his hips moved in a steady pace. he had buried his face into your neck, his hot pants fanning across your skin, and his fingers on your inner thigh were squeezing tightly as he forced himself to hold back on his orgasm. he desperately needed to make you come again, needed to feel the way your wetness flooded around his cock.

and you were almost there, too. your body had never felt so hot on the inside, never felt as electrified as it did right now. your mind had been clearing up from the joint, but the way eddie was fucking you had you right back in that oblivious state; so mindless that the only thing you could think of was his cock. each stroke of his cock was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and before you knew it, you were begging eddie in a way you never had before.

“oh my god, eddie, please - please,” you sobbed, your body shaking slightly as the feeling became too much to handle. your hands had started to shake, and your hips were moving to meet eddie’s as he fucked you, so lost in his own pleasure that he was essentially just using your body at this point. “i need, mygod, please just- eddie…” his hand on your thigh had moved up to where your bodies were joined, roughly swiping his thumb against your overstimulated clit, and you immediately burst, body going rigid and then slack as your orgasm flooded through your body.

“holy fuck, oh jesus,” eddie groaned, his movements faltering as he felt you collapse against the bed, his cock being suffocated by the tightness of your pussy while you came. the faintest whimper of his name falling from your mouth is what set him off, and his hips ground into yours as he leaned down to bite your shoulder, the action effectively stopping him from almost yelling out into the trailer. you groaned as you felt his teeth sink into you, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.

you could feel his cock throbbing inside you as he came, and your hand on his hip relaxed enough to where you could trail your fingers against his skin, coaxing him through his orgasm. he finally let up from your shoulder, the bite stinging a bit as the cold air hit the surface, and you knew tomorrow there would be a pretty nasty bruise surrounding the area. this definitely wasn’t the first time eddie had bitten you, and you knew - hoped - it wouldn’t be the last.

soon the sound of your breathing was all you could hear in the bedroom as you both came down from your orgasms, eddie’s body molding into yours as he rested his head on your chest. you carded your fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling blissfully fucked and satisfied, and even though you had lost his little game, a huge part of you felt like maybe you had actually won it. and you said so yourself to eddie, voice quivering slightly but accompanied by a little laugh.

and eddie just leaned up on his hands, which were placed on either side of your head against the pillow behind you. his mouth slowly spread into a wicked grin, his laugh lines creasing into his cheeks. “oh, princess,” he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “i’m just getting started.”

are we gonna fuckn hold hands tonight or what bitch

Wanna cuddle with my fingers inside you?

I love getting called baby like Yes it’s true I am a baby but most importantly I am Your baby so please say it again

I need a pretty boy to sit in my lap and sit on my strap too...

You’re making out with Eddie. You’re sat in his lap when suddenly you feel his erection grinding against you.

You’ve never done more than kissing but you really wanna try so you tell Eddie.

He cups your face in his hands, “You’re sure baby? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Yes Eddie. I want you to be my first everything.” You assure him.

He gets his cock out and shows you how he likes to pleasure himself.

You wrap your hand around him and try to copy the movements he showed you. He moans at the feel of your soft hands.

“That’s really good baby. I like a bit more pressure,” he wraps his hand around yours, “like this.”

He uses his hand over yours to guide you through the movements.

You love how flushed his face is and how he looks at you adoringly.

When he cums all over your hand you lick it up - the taste is strange but not unpleasant.

You hear Eddie moan, “Fuck that’s so hot baby, you’re gonna make me hard again.” <3

Sweet boys deserve a hand around their throat

you have gross perverted thoughts about me?? that's so sweet

“that’s my girl” but while you’re cumming

Eddie would try to stop himself from moaning when Reader takes a soft and playful bite of his neck. Y/n sees him struggling and she would do it again, moving aside his curly locks as she continues to shower his neck in love bites, hickies, and licks. Eddie does end up moaning and it’s the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard; and she needs to hear more.