#Eddie Munson’s thighs

[mrsjellymunson]

Having early morning thots about dom!Eddie and his thighs…

You’re absolutely not thinking about dom!Eddie and how he’s so easily got you into subspace just by stroking your hair, using those words he knows work so well and leaving gentle, wet, open mouthed kisses over the back of your neck.

You’re definitely not thinking about how he’s left you sitting on the chair whilst he walks away, standing, naked, sideways on to you, feet slightly apart, looking out of the window, only a few feet away.

You’re definitely not imagining dropping out of that chair onto your knees, crawling toward him, kneeling at his side as you shakily and tentatively run your hands up his shin and calf.

Not about how he languidly lights a cigarette, still looking out of the window, taking slow drags.

Definitely not thinking about how your breath is soft but uneven as you scootch in closer, running one hand over his knee and the other up the back of his thigh, the desire to be close to him morphing into absolute need.

You’re absolutely not imagining your chest brushing the side of his leg, your hands coming up to hold around his strong, solid, hairy thigh, your lips connecting with it in soft kisses, brushing the fur and flesh.

Not how your tongue laps out to taste his skin, moving over the strong muscle, your spit collecting on epidermis and fuzz.

Definitely not envisioning how his throbbing cock, standing to attention and resplendent against his taut abdomen, just above your eye level, is leaking the most delicate, shining drop of precum, and looks the most delicious you’ve ever seen it.

You’re definitely not imagining how you lift your hips and shift position so your knees straddle either side of his foot, and your core rests against the junction of his foot and ankle.

Definitely don’t visualise how your wet kisses to the front of his thigh turn into your tongue laving his muscles and your teeth nipping as you fill your mouth with as much of the taut flesh as you can.

Don’t think about how your hips start to gently rock, giving you a slight but delightful amount of friction where you need it most.

(Or how you think you hear his breath hitch, but you’re so deep you can’t be sure.)

Or how he finally (finally) looks down at you, just briefly, telling you you look so beautiful like this, before his gaze returns to the window.

And you’re definitely, definitely not thinking about how you feel when he states yes, you can touch him now…

[amethyst-crowns]

thigh people rise up

[imthursdaysyme]

Final installment of the wrestlers 3/3: Steve runs his 5’8 mouth

[artaxlivs]

“Ok, when I say go - squeeze as hard as you can.”

Eddie was going to lose it. There was absolutely zero chance he was going to be able to sit through this display without having a display of his own. He squirmed where he was sitting in the grass, bringing his knees up in a way he hoped was real fucking casual.

“Smooth,” Robin whispered from her spot in the shade next to him. She was leaned back on her hands, giraffe legs sprawled out in front of her so she could poke Henderson with her toes. He kept swatting back at her and ignoring the fact that he was missing entirely. Too focused on the stopwatch and notebook in his hand. What a nerd.

Max got up from where she’d been sitting on the other side of Robin and joined Lucas in his patio chair. Poor Lucas looked like he was on cloud nine which must mean they were currently off on the on-again-off-again cycle of their relationship. Settling in, Max turned to grin at Eddie, sharp and evil. It was clear she’d only moved there to see how this was affecting him. She was a horrible child. His least favorite. 

Except that she wasn’t.

Sticking his tongue out at her, Eddie looked back to the scene in front of him.

The ground around them was littered with crushed fruits. Steve’s thighs were shiny with orange juice. His tiny little shorts had ridden up so high that it had passed indecent before he’d even finished with the citrus fruit. Eddie gulped as his eyes traced over the clear bulge in Steve’s little green shorts. He refused to lift his eyes to Steve’s bare chest with his smattering of moles and coarse hair.

And there was not a chance in hell that Eddie was going to make eye contact with that smirk of Steve’s. He knew what the fuck he’d started. With the kids around and everything! Granted, all Steve had done was crush an empty soda can between his thighs and then the challenge had been on. Lucas had sworn he could do it, too. And he did. But he couldn’t manage to do the lemon. Steve had though. And the orange. and whatever the fuck a papaya was. And on through all the fruit in Steve’s kitchen - did he stock up for this? Who kept that much fruit on hand?

Now, he had a whole ass melon between those thick thighs of his. And Steve had been working out all summer. Running, yes, but it was the squats that drove Eddie to madness. The sunkissed skin wrapped around thick muscles, covered in downy hair, begging, screaming for Eddie to touch them. To run his fingers up them and squeeze, to bury his face between them and finally clear his head with the musky scent of Steve Harrington.

Fuck. Eddie should have escaped into the house. He was never gonna be able to keep his cool. Steve sat back, adjusting around so everyone could see the length of his legs as he crossed his ankles, shifting the melon a little as he got into position.

Eddie whimpered.

“Oh, who cares?” Mike scoffed, “So your big dumb jock legs can make us a fruit salad. Big deal.” He elbowed Will who was staring very intently at Steve. Eddie grinned, covering his mouth and flicking his eyes at Robin who’s eyes were wide and who’s mouth was an O of shock. “We aren’t impressed. Right, Will?”

“Shhh, Mike.” Will waved a hand but didn’t shift his focus away from Steve, “Later.”

Mike sputtered, looking from Will’s intent gaze down to Steve’s thighs. Eddie saw it the moment Mike realized what was going on. He looked shocked. Then angry. Then jealous. And last, scared. There it was. Finally. Jesus.

If Eddie had to suffer through this, at least some good would come of it. Mike would finally realize that he needed to get his head out of his ass. It was about--

“Go!” Dustin yelled, clicking the tab on the top of the watch.

Steve grunted, squeezing his thighs together. His fingers flexed against the ground behind him and his ass came up off the patio a few inches as he sort of ...oh dear god...arched up into it. He clenched his thighs, his hips, his gorgeous fucking ass, Eddie held his breath, clenched his own thighs to not arch up in response, biting his lips to keep from panting and moaning and then--

CRACK! The melon split clear up the middle, splooging juice right up the seam of Steve’s clenched thighs. It dripped out under him and Eddie could taste cooper he was biting down so hard on his bottom lip.

Dustin had already released the timer, cheering with everyone. Eddie resolutely did not look up, keeping his eyes trained on the slowly growing puddle under Steve instead. It was so hot. It was fucking obscene. 

“Alright, what’s next?” Dustin said with a sunny smile, looking up from where he’d noted the time in his spiral notebook.

“Me.” Eddie heard himself say and launched himself at his boyfriend. Steve muttered something about it being about time right before Eddie smashed their mouths together.

“Um...should I...start the timer?” he heard Dustin ask. 

There were a bunch of squelching thuds as people must have thrown crushed fruit at him.

[niceboyeds]

y’all know what we were robbed of? seeing Eddie with a slutty little thigh tattoo

[whataghostlyscenee]

he was so hot for no reason in this scene

[sawturns]

Watching the world cup looking like this huh

[topperscumslut]

You Shook Me All Night Long (Eddie Munson Thigh Riding SMUT)

Summary: Yes, like the AC/DC song. You try riding Eddie’s thigh after a date… that’s pretty much it

Word count: 1k

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, light daddy kink, light choking kink, light nipple play

You’d just gotten home from the late night drive in with your boyfriend, Eddie. Somehow you had convinced him to go see Pretty in Pink with you. It wasn’t really on Eddie’s wavelength per se, but what could he say? He loved to see you happy.

After pulling onto his street, Eddie nearly carried you to the back of his van where you ended up making out with AC/DC playing on the radio in the background, both of you a little bit high and a lot more horny. The kiss started to heat up as Eddie grabbed your face roughly yet careful not to hurt you, and you knotting your fingers in his hair, pulling lightly and making him moan in your mouth, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He bit your bottom lip playfully while starting to grope your breasts over your shirt. He pulled away slowly, admiring you.

“My girl is so pretty,” he cooed, stroking your face and words slightly slurred from him being buzzed.

You giggled while staring into Eddie’s eyes, arms wrapped around his neck. “Not as pretty as you… daddy.”

Eddie quirked up an eyebrow. “Daddy? I like that.” He started to attack your neck with kisses, making you giggle because it tickled before you started to moan from how good his lips felt. He started to nibble and then bite harder and harder, looking up at you every few seconds asking if it was okay and if it hurt too much. You consented every time, and before you knew it he was covering you in deep purple hickies.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah princess?”

You shook your head. “Nevermind, it’s stupid.”

Eddie chuckled lightly. “You wanna tell me about stupid? I have stupid ideas all the time, baby girl. Like asking out the prettiest girl in school thinking there was no way in fresh hell she’d say yes, and, well,” he looked you up and down admiringly, “look where that got me.” He flashed you a sexy smirk before gently pecking your lips. “Now what did you want to say, sweet girl?”

“I… I wanna try riding your thigh.” You blushed while admitting it, nervous to lock eyes with Eddie. When you did his eyebrows were perked up, this confession of yours had surely piqued his interest.

“Oh yeah? You want me to make you feel good with my thigh, pretty girl?” He inched his face closer to yours until you could feel his warm breath on your cheeks.

You nodded shyly.

He laid back casually, spreading his legs so you could mount his thigh. “Knock yourself out, princess.”

You nervously crawled up onto him, spreading your legs, your skirt flowing out under you and your wetness making contact with his right leg through your panties. You moaned lightly as he grabbed your hips and pushed you down onto him gently, hearing the radio blast the song that reminded you of your first date with Eddie. He had picked you up and took you to Scoops Ahoy to get ice cream, then blasting AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long, windows down and your hair blowing in the wind, on the way back to his trailer where the two of you made out and watched cheesy movies in his bed.

“Cause the walls were shaking, the Earth was quaking, my mind was aching and we were making it, and you shook me all night long”

Just hearing the lyrics reminded you of you singing along riding shotgun in Eddie’s van that very first night, arm hanging out the window and Eddie barely watching the road as he admired you, grabbing you and kissing you for the first time as soon as he parked. You two hadn’t had sex yet on that first date - Eddie didn’t want you to think he was using you, after all - but it sure didn’t take you long.

Back in the present moment, your hands were knotted in Eddie’s hair, breasts in his face as you bounced on his toned thigh. You moaned lightly, the sensation was just so good.

Eddie chuckled a bit at the noises spilling from your pretty lips. “That feel nice, pretty girl?”

“G-god yes, Ed.”

He wiggled his thigh a bit underneath you just to see how you would react, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he said, kissing and biting your neck and collarbone. “I fucking love making you feel good, babygirl. You deserve it. You’re so sweet. You’re so fucking pretty, God. I fucking love you.” He started to kiss where your cleavage began, roughly fondling your breasts and rubbing and pinching your nipples through your clothing, making you moan.

Your breath started to speed up as you humped Eddie’s thigh faster and faster, him shoving his face in your tits nearly worshipping them and grabbing and groping all over your body. You loved when Eddie was rough with you, grasping you like you belonged to him, and he knew that. You continued to ride him, Eddie clenching and jiggling his thigh often just to see your reaction. He noticed you started to shake and shiver, and lightly wrapped his hand around your throat, which he knew you adored.

“You’re close, aren’t you gorgeous?”

“Y-yes, fuck!”

Eddie started to rub your clit through your panties as you sped up your grinding onto his thigh, the tingly feelings and waves of pleasure flooding your core and sending you over the edge, cumming as the song finished and sinking onto Eddie’s lap.

“Oh my, fuck. T-thank you, daddy.”

Eddie kissed your lips gently. “My pleasure, pretty girl.”

You looked down at his hard on beneath you. “Do you want me to return the favor?”

He kissed you again. “Maybe. I’m not sure. Only if you want to. Let’s take this inside though, okay, beautiful? We’ll just see where it goes, mkay?” He flashed you a loving smirk.

“Mkay Eddie.”

He grabbed onto your hand, leading you out of the van. “Cmon, pretty girl. I’ll put on a Molly Ringwald movie. I know you like those.”

[bitterhotmess]

[munsonfamilyband]

I love the idea of Steve being kind of curvy, but mostly in that way swimmers are with big shoulders and teeny waists (plus his butt, Eddie is very adamant that his butt makes him curvier and Steve jokingly yells at him for it)

I love the idea even more of Eddie being a wooden board man, he has a slight difference between his shoulders and his hips/waist but he’s mostly the same circumference the whole way down (he regularly jokes about Steve supplying all the ass in their relationship)

[belokhvostikova]

A really long time ago, someone posted a photo of Kermit the Frog dressed as Eddie Munson, and it was so funny to me that I, for whatever reason, felt the need to comment my thoughts on it.

And well… I just thought about it today, so if you ever posted a photo of Kermit the Frog dressed as Eddie Munson before, and I left a comment on it, please let me know.

[imthursdaysyme]

Installment of the wrestlers 2/3: Eddie stole Steve’s leftovers

[estrellami-1]

I've been itchin for some good old fashioned steddie hurt/comfort, maybe steve with migraines? I know its been written a lot, but its always so soft and loving

Okay so this took FOREVER but muse deserted me like. Two days after I asked for these prompts. I’m terrible 😂 but I finally feel like I have something, so hopefully this suffices!

Courtesy of my dad putting a meat thermometer in the car on a 110°F/43°C day:

155.5°F, y’all. 68°C. That’s hot, no matter where you’re from. I’m not from Indiana, so I’m gonna go a little easy on Steve and say it’s barely breaching triple digits where he’s at, but if anyone’s from Indiana and wants to correct me, then by all means, please do!

It’s the heat that finally gets him.

Steve can deal with rain, with snow, with wind, hell, he can deal with interdimensional creatures.

But the heat is what finally takes him out.

His ears are ringing, his head is pounding, his stomach is churning.

The kids are out in the backyard, screaming.

He’d been out there with them, supervising, playing, settling fights. Being the babysitter. But he’d overdone it, and now he’s stuck inside. Can’t move from where he’d collapsed into a kitchen chair.

He’s got a cold Coke can by his elbow that he snagged from the fridge. Contemplates grabbing it and holding it up to his forehead, but everything feels like too much work right now, and he shuts his eyes against the tears that want to come.

The back door opens just as Dustin begins screaming about something else, and Steve can’t hold in the whimper, or the way he curls in on himself.

“Shit,” someone whispers, and Steve hears their footsteps approaching. “Steve?”

It’s Eddie. He’s whispering. Steve’s never been more grateful. He manages half a nod, to show he’s listening.

“Can I touch you?”

Another half-nod, and he grimaces at his head and stomach yelling at him.

“Okay, hey, shh, it’s okay, don’t move. I’m just gonna grab your hand, okay?” He does, grabbing the hand Steve hadn’t realized was tugging at his hair. He holds Steve’s hand with one of his and with the other, rakes his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve leans over a little, closer to Eddie, letting out a breath of relief. “Squeeze my hand once for yes, twice for no, okay?”

Steve squeezes once, and Eddie lifts their joined hands to his mouth, kisses the back of Steve’s. “Okay. Headache?” A squeeze. “More?” Another squeeze. “Stomach?” Squeeze. “More?” Squeeze. Pause. “Can you point to it?” He points to his ear with their combined hands, and Eddie hums. “Ringing?” Squeeze. “Dizzy?”

No squeeze. He’s not sure. “Okay, that’s alright. D’you want the coke?” Two squeezes. “Okay. If I get you some water, d’you think you can drink some of it?”

A hesitant squeeze. He can try, sure, but he’s not sure it won’t come right back up. Eddie squeezes his hand, gently places it on the table, and kisses his forehead before moving away, getting a bottle of water from the fridge by the sound of it. He comes back quickly, lays a gentle hand on Steve’s shoulder and rubs it down his back for a second.

Steve sighs, bowing his head, and Eddie chuckles softly, placing the water down in favor of getting both hands on Steve’s shoulders. He squeezes and kneads his thumbs in, on either side of his spine, down to the middle of his back and up to the base of his skull.

He continues with the massage for a few minutes, until Steve’s practically melting onto the table, then drags one hand down his arm to his hand, taking it again so Steve can squeeze. “Did you take anything for your headache?”

A pause, because he’s berating himself for not thinking of that when it would’ve been the most effective, then two squeezes. Because Eddie’s perfect, he says, “That’s alright, Stevie, I know it’s hard. Let me get you something for your head. You want something for your stomach, too?” Steve could cry with how in love he is. He squeezes twice and hopes Eddie doesn’t notice the tear making its way down his cheek.

Eddie’s lips intercept it about halfway down. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, carding a hand through Steve’s hair again. “I know. You’re doing so well, Stevie, I’m so proud of you. The kids are okay, and I’m here to help for as long as you want me to, alright?”

One last squeeze before Eddie pulls away. Forever, he means, and the lips on his temple make him think Eddie understands.

He’s back in a few seconds with two pills. He hands them to Steve, but they’re small and he thinks he might drop them, might spill the water, so he presses them back into Eddie’s hand.

Another pause but Eddie understands a few seconds later and the pills are at his lips, and he’s opening for them, accepting the water that’s next, slowing down when Eddie murmurs. “Careful, slow sips. Just a little for now, you can do more in a minute, just let this settle first.” He pulls the glass away, sets it down on the table, and takes Steve’s hand again. “How about we go upstairs? Maybe take a bath? I think there’s some of that lavender oil still.” Squeeze, pause. Upstairs. Squeeze, pause. Bath. Two squeezes. Lavender.

Eddie seems to understand, thankfully. “Okay, no lavender. Want me to carry you up?”

Not for the first time, and probably not for the last time, Steve internally curses his parents for buying the biggest, grandest house they could. He squeezes once; even if he would prefer to walk, he’s not sure he can right now.

Eddie moves to crouch beside him, pressing another kiss to his temple. “I love you,” he whispers, lips brushing Steve’s temple still. “So much.” He gets his arms around Steve, adjusts a little, and counts down so Steve knows when he’s going to move. Steve loves him an insane amount.

Instead of saying anything, he loops an arm around Eddie’s neck, tucks his head into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and presses a kiss to Eddie’s collarbone.

Eddie gets him upstairs and in bed with minimal jostling. “I’m gonna go grab your water real quick,” he whispers. “D’you want the bath now, or later?” He quickly thrusts a hand back into Steve’s. “One for now, two for later.”

Steve thinks about it, honestly doesn’t know. Holds up a weak-feeling w to his chin. Water.

“Okay. I’m gonna let the gremlins know too, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Logically, Steve knows he will be back in a few minutes. He knows he’s in a sweat-soaked tank top and swimming trunks. But it’s somehow cooler upstairs than down, and his window is closed, and his head is pounding less, enough so that he’s falling asleep by the time Eddie makes it back up.

He startles awake when Eddie places a hand on his forehead, then winces when his movement causes everything to hurt more. “Shit,” Eddie whispers. “Sorry, baby, didn’t think you’d be asleep yet. Can you drink a little bit more water for me? Then we can sleep.

Steve frowns, lifts a clumsy hand to sign. Bath?

“Do you want one right now? Because I’ll go set it up if you do. But I think your body knows what you need right now and is trying to give it to you.”

Steve thinks it over, then agrees, asking for water again. “Yeah, of course, here, lemme just…” he maneuvers behind Steve, props him up some, and lifts the bottle to his lips. “Small sips, baby, it’ll be here later too, m’kay?”

Steve obeys, taking small, slow sips, tilting his head up when he’s finished. Eddie places a kiss on his cheek as he puts the bottle back on the table. “Go to sleep, baby,” he murmurs, laying them down. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Steve frowns, signs one more word. Kids?

“I let them know you’re not feeling well. They’re packing up, Nancy and Jonathan are gonna take everyone home. Robin threatened me with dismemberment if I didn’t tell you to call her when you’re feeling better.” Steve smiles. “Oh, sure, just laugh at a threat to me, what’s gonna happen when-” he splutters when Steve puts his hand over Eddie’s mouth. He grins, kisses his palm, and grabs his wrist, slotting his thumb into the pulse point. “Love you, Stevie.”

With the hand still held aloft, Steve sticks out his thumb, pointer finger, and pinky. I love you. And with that, he drifts off to sleep.

When he wakes up, the little bit of light coming from his window tells him he’s only been out for a few hours. He takes stock of himself: his head still hurts a little, his ears aren’t ringing anymore, and his stomach still feels a little weird, but he thinks he might just be hungry.

He rolls onto his side and comes face-to-face with a sleeping Eddie. As he watches, Eddie’s brows scrunch, he mutters something, and he stretches out, one arm creeping across the sheets towards Steve. His hand pushes against Steve’s chest a few times before he mutters something else and wraps his arm around Steve, pulling him closer.

Steve can’t help it. He grins and kisses Eddie’s forehead, so in love with this dork he’s just about shaking with it.

Eddie’s eyebrows scrunch again and his eyes flicker open. He smiles at Steve. “Hi, baby,” he whispers, sleep-rough. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Better,” Steve whispers back. “Head still hurts a little, but it’s not bad. Mostly I’m hungry.”

Eddie hums, tucking his head under Steve’s and rubbing a hand up and down his back. “What’re you in the mood for?”

Steve hums back. “Feels good. I dunno. Think there’s any burgers left? Might do one of those.”

He can feel the face Eddie makes. More so, he can hear it in his voice. “You want leftover burgers?”

Steve lifts one shoulder in a lazy shrug. “It’s easy.”

“Stevie. Baby.” Eddie pulls back to press a kiss to his lips. “I asked you what you want, not what would be easy. If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Steve thinks about it, then starts laughing. “Honestly? McDonald’s.”

Eddie chuckles too. “Then McDonald’s you shall get,” he swears. “Wanna come with me or stay here?”

Steve’s brows raise in surprise. “I can get it, Eds.”

“I know you can. I’m asking if you want to come with me or if you’d rather stay in bed.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I’d rather stay in bed with you,” he says, causing Eddie to smile.

“Ah, but we can do that after I get your food. You want your regular?”

“Yes, please. Think I’d rather stay here, if that’s okay. I think the sun might make the headache worse.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie soothes, standing up then bending over to press a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Be back soon.”

“M’kay. Thanks, baby.”

“Anything for my love,” Eddie grins, bowing before he walks to the door.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head at his boyfriend’s dramatics, shifting in bed to get comfy again.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but when Eddie walks in, he blinks awake, stretching as he smiles at him. “Hi, baby,” Eddie whispers.

Steve wants to kiss him, so he does, sits up and drags Eddie closer, food all but forgotten. “Hi,” he whispers against Eddie’s lips. “Thank you.”

Eddie hums as he kisses Steve once more then pulls away. “Anything,” he says, and Steve knows he means it.

They eat in relative silence until Steve asks, “how’d the kids react when you told them?”

Eddie smiles. “They were mostly worried for you. I think Dustin was about to bust inside and demand why you didn’t tell him you weren’t feeling well, but then Nancy gave him a look—you know the one—and told him in no uncertain terms that they were going to leave you to rest and could check in on you tomorrow. So expect a call from him.”

“Or twelve,” Steve chuckles. “Speaking of, I should probably call Robin, huh?”

“Probably,” Eddie agrees, then grins. “Or I can think of something else we could do instead.”

Steve pretends to think about it, then leans in. “Robin can wait,” he agrees, matching Eddie’s grin with his own.

[dearramiel]

Gif imagine the sounds Eddie’s lips make when he sucks your nipples.

Eddie practically makes out with your boobs<3.

It sounds so wet and messy, and there's definitely a lot of drool rolling down to your underboob.

Slurping atw. Eddie is a starved man and loves leaving hickeys wherever he can.

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[rogueddie]

Eddie is definitely obsessed with Steves thighs. He'd probably try to be subtle about it, not let it show in case it makes Steve uncomfortable. But then Steve would make some offhand comment about how he doesn't like his thighs or them being too big or ugly, so Eddie would make it his mission to show him that he's perfect as is. He'd make sure to pay his thighs the attention he's wanted to, just a hand resting on his thigh or lifting his legs into his lap. Just casual little affections focused on his legs until Steve gets the message.

[infinite-orangepeel]

eddie munson is happiest with those thighs ^^^ locked around his head in a death grip and no you can’t change my mind <3