up thinking abt how aside from boobs, eddie is also so incredibly obsessed with thighs and it may be the hottest thing about him
like he seeks refuge between your thighs— not just because your pussy just so happens to be right between them but because they’re so fucking warm and squishy and soft, god they’re like fucking pillows (in his own words). he loves them. loves everything about them, loves how they dent beneath his grip, and how pretty they look when you’re riding him, all full and bruised up beneath his hands. he loves pressing his face against them, nipping at the skin inside and leaving little bites all over them. he likes gripping them, touching them, licking them, biting them, pinching them— everything and anything. he rubs up against them all the time like a needy cat and you swear one of these days he just might start purring. they’re like stress balls but better— so much fucking better
he loves thighs. if he could pick a way to die he’d die via strangulation from your thighs
