#cowboythighs

[cowboythighs]

little alpha eddie finds lost omega steve in the woods while playing in the rain. his baby alpha instincts kick in and he decides he needs to protect this little lost sheep.

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little alpha eddie finds lost omega steve in the woods while playing in the rain. his baby alpha instincts kick in and he decides he needs to protect this little lost sheep.

little alpha!eddie loved playing in the woods behind the trailer park. he knew that technically wayne had said he wasn’t supposed to go into the woods. but wayne had made that rule when he was a baby, and he was eight now! he was totally old enough to go on adventures by himself now!

he put on his oldest, dirtiest pair of tennis shoes (knowing if they got dirtier it wouldn’t be noticeable) and his rain jacket pulling the hood over his head and donning the role of strider setting off on his quest to find lost hobbits!

eddie splashed his way through the woods, pulling out his imaginary bow to shoot orca from trees and pulling out his invisible sword to fight off the ring wraiths! he was in the midst of a particularly fierce battle when he heard sniffling nearby.

eddie paused, listening, and heard the sound again. it was harder to smell in the rain, but if he tried really hard it was there- the faint smell of distressed omega.

eddie followed the sounds and smell to a massive fallen tree and found a little pup curled up underneath its shelter, crying quietly.

“hey,” eddie called out, approaching slowly, nose scrunching up as the distressed scent got stronger. the pup looked up, startled.

“it’s okay,” eddie assured him, squatting down a few feet away so that he was eye level with the little omega. “you don’t need to be scared. i’m eddie.”

“i’m steve,” the omega replied with a particularly big sniff. eddie wished he had a tissue.

“what are you doing out here all by yourself?” eddie asked, looking around and confirming that there were no adults around. “babies aren’t supposed to be in the woods by themselves. my uncle wayne told me so.”

steve looked up with a scowl, tears momentarily forgotten.

“i’m not a baby. i’m almost seven. and you’re by yourself too!”

eddie hummed in the way adults always did when he could tell they wanted to correct him but couldn’t be bothered.

“yeah, but i’m eight,” eddie said as if that settled things.

steve’s reply was cut off by a particularly fierce bout of shivering.

“you don’t have a jacket,” eddie pointed out. “you should go home and get one.”

“i can’t,” steve wailed, scenting heavily of despair, “i’m lost! i don’t know where home is and now i’ll never be able to find my nest again!”

“hey, it’s okay,” eddie scooted closer to throw his arm around steve’s shoulders. “it’s not like we’re in mordor or anything. this is just the Old Forest, we’re still close to the Shire.”

“the shire?” steve asked, confused.

“yeah, that means we’re not far from home, so you don’t need to be scared. plus i already killed off all the bad guys so we’re safe.”

“you killed bad guys?” steve looked shocked.

“it’s okay,” eddie assured him. “it’s just pretend. you can come home with me though, i’ll keep you safe! and when my uncle wayne gets home from work he can find your home! he’s really good at finding things. he finds my toys and my socks for me all the time!”

“okay,” steve sniffled through the last of his tears and stood up, and took eddie’s outstretched hand, ready to follow him all the way back to the Shire.

when they made it back to Forest Hills Trailer Park, eddie pulled steve into his trailer and helped him strip out of his wet clothes and put them in the washer with his own.

“you know how to do laundry?” steve asked sounding surprised, leaning in closer to smell eddie. “but aren’t you an alpha? my dad says alphas don’t do laundry.”

“your dad sounds like a bad alpha. sorry!” eddie quickly apologized. “my uncle wayne just says that alphas should be able to take care of themselves and their omega too.”

“woah,” steve said, looking at eddie in awe. “is your uncle an alpha?”

“no,” eddie said, leading steve to his room to pick out dry clothes. “he’s an omega. he’s also like, the best person ever. if you’re still scared we can take some toys and go lay in his nest. i’ve got action figures and race cars and teddy bears.”

“i’m not scared,” steve insisted putting on eddie’s too-big pajamas. “but i guess we could go lay in your uncles nest if you are.”

“okay, grab a toy and follow me.” eddie said, taking steve’s hand for good measure after he picked up eddie’s biggest teddy. he took steve right to the center of the nest, giggling when steve burrowed in and let out a little purr.

“it’s good, right?” eddie said as he breathed in deep. “uncle wayne smells like a campfire marshmallows.”

steve hummed his agreement. “you smell nice too. like cinnamon and christmas trees.”

eddie’s cheeks grew hot. “you smell better now. you were sour in the forest, but now you smell like an orange.”

steve blushed and hugged his teddy bear tighter. “can you hug me while i go to sleep? my nanny always hugs me until i go back to sleep when i have scary dreams.”

“sure,” eddie scoots closer and wraps his arms around steve, “you’re safe now. uncle wayne will be home soon and he can find your house. or you could just stay here and live with us! we could be friends. i’ve never had a friend before; i bet it’s even better than pretend ones!”

steve’s soft little snore was the only answer, but eddie didn’t need a reply. something in his chest clicked when he held steve and he knew that they’d have forever to talk once steve woke up, because steve was his and he was steves. eddie snuggled in closer and let his own sleepy lids flutter shut. he fell asleep wondering if steve would rather be legolas or frodo next time they ventured into the woods of middle earth; no doubt in his mind that they would share their next adventure together.

#steddie #stranger things ficlet #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #cowboythighs #fluff #am i a day late and a dollar short on omega verse week? yeah! but i needed the fluff this morning so here we are! #cross posted from my twt

[cowboythighsrecs]

this is a sideblog where i plan to post about fics that i’ve read and enjoyed 🤠

stranger things has been my bread and butter for a hot minute, so that’s all i plan to post here for the moment. i’m a multishipper and can enjoy pretty much any pairing!

if you see something here that you don’t like, please act like a decent human being and remember that any story linked here was written by a real person with real feelings that are not worth injuring with your opinions on fictional things.

that being said, if you’ve found your way here, i hope you find something you enjoy! happy reading 🩷

#cowboythighs #it feels weird having an empty blog and talking to an invisible crowd lmao but just wanted to get a pinned post up before i start posting!

[2jihiir0]

You get it @cowboythighs !!!!

#the tags are delicious #thank you for this wonderful piece of poetry #💗💗💗 #I love reading added tags to my posts it makes me so happy

[tiniestkit]

cowboy thighs!

ft. ranch hand/cowboy southern steve! modern au

inspired by @cowboythighs , a tiktok, and the doubt around riding as an intense sport. originally posted on tw*tter but i figured i’d share it here too.

they’re lounging in robin’s apartment when the challenge is issued. steve rests in the arm chair, fully stretched out between the seat and the ottoman with robin between his legs. her arms are draped over his thighs and her head rests on the pillow in his lap.

eddie had left twenty minutes earlier to go pick up their pizzas, and while steve normally loves taking rides with eddie, he’s had an achingly long day at the ranch and once he sat down, he knew he wasn’t getting up.

“if he don’t hurry the fuck up, i’m gonna -“

“you’re gonna what, steve? last i checked you were, and i quote, ‘one with the chair.’” robin tipped her head back to look at steve, and he pouted grumpily at her.

a few seconds pass and the tell tale rumble of eddie’s van signals his return home, and with his return comes food.

“yes!” robin whispers, pumping her fist in excitement. she goes to get up, but finds herself unable to move because steve has tightened his legs around her just slightly.

“steve, let. go.” she says lowly.

“nah,” steve replies tightening his grip just a little more.

eddie walks through the door, pizza boxes balanced precariously in one hand while the other jiggles his keys out of the lock.

he closes the door before he turns to look at where the pair are sitting.

“piz- what the fuck is going on?” his nose scrunches up in question as he watches steve casually scroll on his phone while robin starts thrashing around between his legs.

she tries to shove his legs away from around her, struggling, and steve is just completely unphased. barely effected by robin’s movement.

“he won’t let me out because i made fun of him,” robin whines, lifting her knees to try to shoot herself out of his grip.

“why can’t you just push him off?” eddie asks, tone incredulous.

“don’t you think that if i could, i would have by now?” she asks, exasperated.

“you that weak, buck wheat?” eddie chuckles, slightly condescendingly, and robin growls.

“yeah, buckles, get it together.” steve teases.

“he’s just stupid strong, debbie.”

“yeah, sure he is. he looks bored, rob.” eddie scoffs, putting the pizzas down on the coffee table.

“i ain’t bored,” steve quips, “this just ain’t that hard.” he goes back to scrolling, and robin returns to struggling. she’s panting and red faced within a few minutes, and eddie is wondering if steve is that strong or if robin just isn’t.

“you can’t be serious, robin. just push him off!”

“oh, like you could get them open mr. ‘i get winded going up the stairs,’ actually fuck off.” robin gripes angrily.

“i’ll have you know that i get them open regularly, robin.” eddie waggles his eyebrows and grins wickedly as robin gags.

“darlin’, you get them open only cause you ask so pretty,” steve drawls.

eddie walks over and steve lifts his head to kiss him.

“but now you ain’t gettin’ it until you can get ‘em open,” steve deadpans. eddie’s mouth drops in shock.

“WHAT?! that isn’t fair!” eddie whines, and robin cackles as steve releases her. she dives for the pizza on the table.

eddie stands with his hands on his hips while steve bends his legs and plants his feet on the ottoman. he’s smirking up at eddie, the kinds that shows he knows he’s already won.

eddie frowns, then his lips split into a cocky grin and his eyebrows dip in determination.

“oh i’m getting them open,” he claps his hands and rubs his palms together rapidly, “i promise you that. easy peasy.”

“you keep telling yourself that, ed. welcome to your dry spell,” robin laughs, lifting her slice of pizza toward her mouth.

“shut up, bucket, i’ve got this.” eddie wraps his hands over steve’s knees, palms flat against the outside with his fingers spread across his knee caps to curl toward the inside. he leans down so his chin hovers just above his hands.

“baby, if you can get ‘em open, you can ‘ave what’s in between ‘em,” steve promises.

his accent swoops under his words, almost weaving them together.

“promise?” eddie says gruffly.

“promise.” steve sits up to kiss him quickly before he lays back and puts his hands behind his head.

“you cocky fuck,” eddie mutters under his breath as he looks down.

he inhales deeply before he starts pulling.

and steve’s knees barely budge. eddie takes another breath and pulls again, voice constricted in his throat as he groans. he splutters, pausing to readjust his grip before he pulls again.

his cheeks puff out as he goes again, arms shaking. he looks up at to peer at steve’s face, and he stalls when he sees that his eyes are closed.

like he’s relaxed.

like eddie isn’t using all his strength at the moment.

like he’s not even trying.

“how’s it going over there, debra?” robin teases snidely, laughing at the noises of force eddie’s making.

“shut up, bucket,” eddie grits out, changing his hands’ positions again.

“i told you; he’s stupid strong.”

steve chuckles, lifting his head to look at eddie.

“don’t feel bad, darlin’,” steve encourages, “i’m mighty impressed you got them to budge….kinda.”

“stevie, what the actual fuck?” eddie asks, breathing heavily. he lets his hands fall from steve’s knees and up the outside of his thighs, scratching lightly through the hair.

“baby, i spend all day, every day sitting in a saddle,” steve says.

eddie interrupts, “i know that. that wouldn’t make you this strong! you’re sitting! not moving!”

steve looks shocked.

“you’re jokin’, right?”

“no!” eddie squeals.

“honey, do you have any idea how much work it is to ride? to control a horse?” eddie shrugs. “i spend all day squeezing to stay on. we ride on all kinds of terrain, up and down mountains and hills. and that’s on tame days.”

steve sits up, legs still together.

“some days all i do is break the green ones, and those colts buck harder than bulls,” steve laughs to himself.

“i just can’t believe that makes you this fucking strong,” eddie grumbles, squeezing at steve’s thighs, “but holy shit is it hot.”

robin groans in distaste.

“you guys promised you wouldn’t flirt in front of me. i already went through so long of you two pining for each other, no MORE!”

“yeah yeah yeah,” they mutter.

they separate and reach for their pizzas.

the three of them eat, ignoring the TV for the sake of conversation. steve tells them about the calf he tracked down that afternoon.

eddie winges about the kid he had for guitar lessons that morning and robin just laughs at their pain because she had the day off.

after eating, they settle down to watch their chosen movie. eddie comes back from the kitchen to find steve laying on the couch on his back with his knees up.

he pats steve’s thigh with the palm of his hand, and steve smiles up at him as he makes room for eddie to lay between them on his stomach.

as he settles with his head pillowed on steve’s chest, he laughs to himself quietly.

“hey cowboy thighs,” he says teasingly, “i got ‘em open.”

robins jaw drops.

“looks like ya did, darlin’.”

fin.

#my writing #steddie #steddie drabble #steve harrington #southern cowboy steve harrington #cowboy steve harrington #ranch hand #robin buckley #eddie munson #cowboy thighs #steddie oneshot #originally posted on twitter

[fayefayefaye90]

wip tag game

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'm being really brave here because tumblr is a brave new world for me ok HERE WE GO

zoo cute

Belonging

surprise sequel

o4o christmas special

Grad AU

pregnant lesbians

midsommar

jargyle

Untitled Document (3)

no pressure tags: @babykn1f3 @starshideurfics @griesly @pukner @teddywesworl @transmascsteveharrington @mixsethaddams @stevehairingtit @cowboythighs

[3minsover]

no pressure cute lil game

thank u for tagging me @thefreakandthehair

RULES: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence

have a lil something from my bb fic :)))

“Months? What the fuck,” Steve exhales, a little more to himself than to Eddie.

@sayesayes @greatunironic @toburnup @cowboythighs @mixsethaddams @ultravioletwrites @plutosrose @hexlex13 @steddielations @paradimeshifts7 @readysteddiecook @appledaggerst @ukulilyjane @cheshiredogao3

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #fanfic #3minsover

[2btheanswertothequestion]

That Steve fairy au ? Thwre is a twitter thread close to that concept. It's the only and closest fic u could find tho

https://twitter.com/cowboythighs/status/1624784655756001280?t=FlGqDhhahShSZureWATzmA&s=19

Ooh, that's really cute! And it has multiple parts, too! I'm legitimately touched you took the time to let me know about this; thank you 🖤

#things that make me wonder if getting a twitter account might be worth it after all #(it will not)

[shinydixon]

https://twitter.com/cowboythighs/status/1617915571781394432?s=46&t=DVv9ujuCuk30FBQZ5sqV_g

did you see all the discourse on this? Soo many hellcheers saying this user and others are misogynistic.

Why is this mysoginistic? They don't know what it means 😭

[bumbburger]

Cole Cassidy

#overwatch cassidy #cole overwatch #overwatch cowboy #overwatch #cole cassidy #named myself CowboyThighs in overwatch

[cowboythighs]

here to (humbly) suggest s5 looks for steve

(excluding two slightly more risqué looks i included on twt)

#steve harrington #cowboythighs #crossposted from my twt #idk how strict tmblr is about ns.fw content so leaving them off 😅

[cowboythighs]

October 1991.

Steve and Eddie have their own trailer right down the road from Wayne.

Steve’s taking classes to get his teaching degree.

Eddie’s working as a mechanic and still playing with his band at The Hideout every other Friday.

Its Saturday night and they’re squeezed into bed while Eddie helps Steve study.

All is well.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #cowboythighs #crossposted from my twt

[cowboythighs]

When Wayne took Eddie in, his biggest worry was that he was going to screw the poor kid up even more than his parents already had. After all, what did he know about taking care of a kid? How would he know what his nephew didn’t know- what Wayne needed to teach him? And how was he going to manage raising a whole little human and provide for them both? But to his surprise, Wayne soon found out that Eddie was shockingly self-sufficient. That he’d had to learn how to cook and clean and do laundry for himself, because his parents were too caught up in themselves and their own issues to take care of him.

Wayne’s momentary relief that he wasn’t starting from ground zero was soon replaced by a level of resentment towards Eddie’s parents. It wasn’t fair that Eddie had been forced to rely on himself so much. It hurt Wayne to see someone so young worrying the way he did about not using too much water; hurt watching Eddie silently going behind Wayne to turn off unused lights because he worried about the bills being too high to pay.

When he figured out Eddie's lemonade stand wasn’t set up to fund a new comic or toy, but rather to try and pay his share for room and board, Wayne took Eddie to the local thrift store and headed straight for the toys section. He was stern when he told Eddie to keep his money, and that they were not leaving until Eddie had an armful of his own toys because Wayne was determined to make sure Eddie had the chance to be a kid.

He watched as Eddie slowly pursued through the selection of toys- inspecting them carefully. When Wayne caught on that Eddie was looking at the price tags he gently admonished him; told him these are used toys; they’re cheap enough and that Eddie didn’t have to worry about money with him.

Eddie tried to argue, insisted that he knows how this goes and appreciates the thought, he really does think it’s nice that Uncle Wayne wants him to have fun stuff to play with, but he knew that just because they have money now it didn’t mean they won’t somehow come up short later, and how he’d much rather have heat than a GI Joe.

Wayne tried to be patient, to not to be as gruff as was his nature as he told Eddie “I may not be your daddy, but you're my boy and I’m gonna take care of you”. Wayne told him it was time to stop fussing and enjoy being a kid. Wayne allowed himself a smile when Eddie relented and picked out a handful of toys.

When they passed the book display as they walked towards the register Wayne stopped. “You like readin’?'' he asks. Eddie looks longingly at the books but only shrugs.

“Don’t know, never had any books to read”. Eddie says it like it doesn’t matter, but his face betrays him.

“They had books in school, didn’t they?” Wayne asked. Eddie just gave another shrug.

“Guess so. I didn't get to go to school very often. Mom and dad were almost always too tired or too sick in the mornings to take me. and we moved around a lot. When we lived close I could walk to school by myself as long as I had clean clothes. If you go to school dirty, teachers get too nosey," Eddie stated like it was common knowledge, “and then they call your parents and you get in trouble and have to move again. But mostly it was too far to walk so I couldn’t go anyways.”

Wayne’s heart felt like it was breaking anew with each detail of casual neglect his nephew had to endure. It wasn’t right for a kid so young to have gone through so much and be so nonchalant about it. Making up his mind he directed Eddie over to the books and told him he can have whatever he wants. There's a slim selection of children’s books to choose from, but it's a place to start.

Wayne watched Eddie's eyes as they kept wandering back to a boxed set with dragons and wizards on the spine. Wayne picked up the set of the Lord of the Rings books without a word and took the set up to the register with Eddie trailing behind. They were far too advanced for a kid his age, especially one as far behind as Eddie, but Wayne decided he would read to him every night. would read aloud the stories of Bilbo and Frodo and Middle Earth and watch Eddie's love for learning grow.

Wayne was proud when time passed and Eddie started leaving dirty dishes in the sink and letting his room get messy. He didn’t mind when Eddie took a long shower or stayed up late writing his own stories. Wasn’t disappointed when he got held back in school, or spent his free time playing games of make believe with his friends. Because he knew better than anyone that Eddie had a rough start in life and had been playing catch up for a long while. And besides, it gave him a chance to be a kid just a little longer, and there was nothing Wayne wanted more than that.

#cw child neglect #cowboythighs #wayne munson #eddie munson #ficlet #crossposted (and slightly edited) from my twt #also ik the books pictured aren’t the lotr trilogy but i mentioned dragons on the spine and this is the closest i could find so we’re using #✨​imagination ✨

[cowboythighs]

steve almost wishes he hadn’t told eddie he was a virgin. it’s not that he really wanted to lie to him, but ever since eddie found out, he’d been treating steve different—like suddenly things had to move slow and syrupy sweet.

he should’ve waited until after eddie had fucked his brains out to casually let the information slip, because now that he knew, eddie suddenly has all kind of /ideas/ and unfortunately, they were almost in direct opposition of steve’s desires.

it’s takes steve weeks to convince eddie that /yes/ he really wants to have sex and /no/ he doesn’t need a safe word and trusts eddie to stop when he says and /yes/ he’s really thought about it and is sure he’s ready.

it’s kind of sweet, how eddie thinks his dick is going to rewire steve’s dna.

it’s kind of annoying because it’s stopping eddie from giving steve what he wants.

eddie thinks he knows better, even though steve frankly states that he doesn’t need to be treated like a delicate flower. but eddie sees steve as an eager puppy, and he’s scared of being lennie—too eager with his love and too rough—he doesn’t want to break him. so he insists that their first time steve be on top so he can control the pace.

and even though steve wants to persuade eddie to throw him around and pound him into the mattress, he realizes that a cool, level-headed eddie won’t be swayed by his pouting. so he lets eddie think he’s on board with his plan—that he’ll be content being treated like some fragile porcelain doll.

he let’s eddie go as slow as he wants—let’s him cover every inch of his skin from his head to the soles of his feet with soft kisses and whisper-soft touches.

steve doesn’t put up a fight when eddie pulls them up—trades places so that he lies with his back on the bed and steve’s hovering above him. he doesn’t give himself away just yet—knows that even though eddie’s eager it’s not the right moment. not yet.

he sinks himself down as far as he can on eddie’s cock—which isn’t far, because eddie’s fist gripped around his dick prevents steve from taking more.

he tries not to throw a fit—can’t stop a little whine from escaping but lets eddie believe that it’s because he’s overwhelmed by the feeling of something inside him for the first time. it does feel great, but steve wants /more/. he gives eddie a reassuring nod and tells him he’s okay to take more—reminds him that steve was supposed to be controlling the pace.

eddie cautiously removes his hand and places it lightly on steve’s hips instead—like he still isn’t sure steve won’t impale himself on eddie’s length in one go. he knows steve well.

but steve’s got bigger plans, so he plays nice. eases himself up and down on eddie’s cock ever so slowly, taking a tiny bit more each time. he really makes a meal out of it, putting on a show for eddie until he’s bottomed out.

steve sits there for a moment—let’s eddie stroke up his sides and rub his back and shower him with praise. he does like that, but it’s not enough.

when he can’t wait anymore, he starts riding eddie—slow at first, gradually building up his pace. still moving, he puts one hand flat along his tummy, just below his belly button. looking at eddie with wide eyes he says, “i can feel you, right here. look—i can see you moving inside me.”

eddie’s grip on his control starts to slip—steve’s careful not to smirk when eddie starts raising his hips up mindlessly to meet steve.

steve doesn’t hold back his moans, hoping they’ll spur eddie on. eddie’s looking up at him slack-jawed and starry-eyed and steve knows it’s time.

he stops moving his hips—sits firmly so eddie’s are pinned to the mattress—and leans forward to kiss eddie. when he breaks away, breathless, steve tilts his head up so he can whisper in eddie’s ear.

“you love this pussy, don’t you?” his tone dark and silky.

eddie groans. “jesus christ, steve.”

steve pushes on, “is this your pussy?” he bites back the /daddy/ rolling around at the tip of his tongue; doesn’t want to use all his ammunition at once. he reaches for eddie’s hand—takes it in his own and guides his fingers to where their bodies meet. he rubs eddie’s fingers—tangled in his own—where his skin is stretched around eddie’s cock.

“yeah,” eddie says on an exhale. “it’s mine. belongs to me.”

“are you going to treat it good?” steve delivers his line with an air of innocence—like he’s not about to spring a trap. he feels eddie’s hips pushing up in little aborted thrusts underneath him.

“yeah,” eddie says. “gonna treat your—“

“your,” steve corrects. eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. when he looks at steve again, steve suddenly remembers a story he’d read as a kid—a tale of a patient bunny who’d outwitted the wolf chasing it.

“stupid bunny,” steve thinks, entranced by the hunger in eddie’s dark eyes, “to not want to be pinned down and ravaged by the wolf.”

“gonna treat my pussy so good, baby.” eddie moves his finger along slick wetness—sliding against his own length and teasing at steve’s hole—pushing just barely in along side it.

steve lets his head fall back as he groans. he needed to move quick—play his final hand before eddie gets distracted.

“prove it,” steve says, looking back down at him. “show me how much you mean it. show my pussy who owns it.”

in an instant, the room is spinning and steve finds himself flat on his back. before he can even register that it’s the ceiling he’s staring up at, eddie’s pounding into him without restraint. steve can’t get enough air to moan—forced out of steve’s lungs each time eddie’s hips slam up against his ass.

eddie pushes steve’s left leg up—slotting his hand behind the knee. a moment later he does the same with the right. not slowing down, he leans forward—pushes both of steve’s legs until his knees are touching his own shoulders.

tears spring to steve’s eyes as eddie’s cock sinks impossibly deeper. steve stares up at him, mouthing wordlessly.

“i’m sorry baby,” eddie kissed away a tear, thrusting in harder. “this is what you asked for. gotta treat my pussy right—gotta make sure it knows who it belongs to.

“you,” steve manages to squeak out.

“that’s right,” eddie coos. “this pretty little pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it baby?”

steve nods. “i’m- eddie i’m gonna-“ he pants, trying to force the words out.

“it’s okay,” eddie moves his hands—adjusts himself so his shoulders pin steve’s legs in place, leaving his hands free to reach around and stroke steve’s sweaty, tear stained face. “i got you, sweetheart. just let go. let daddy make his pussy feel good.”

heat pools low in steve’s gut—it felt like his entire existence narrowed down to his core. his orgasm his him full force—crossing his eyes and making his whole body tense and push up against the firm hold eddie had over him. nowhere else to go, steve falls back limp against the bed, guttural groans—broken and staccato—sticking in the back of his throat.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” eddie babbles, looking down at steve like he’s never seen anything quite as wonderful. And then he thrusts hard—a forceful final push—as he fills steve with his cum.

he stares down at steve, watching the rapid rise and fall of his flushed chest as eddie slowly rocked his hips against him; moving on auto-pilot while his brain slowly reconnected to the rest of his body.

when steve’s breathing slowed down and he opened his eyes, he smiled up at eddie, looking every bit the cat that got the cream.

“you know,” eddie said, pulling out and admiring the slow slide of his cum spilling out of steve’s cunt. “there’s a word for people like you.”

“resourceful?” steve asked; his faux-innocence not quite as believable now.

“a fucking brat.” eddie retorted.

“pretty sure that’s three words,” steve pointed out.

“oh my god,” eddie looked up at the ceiling like he was appealing to some higher power. “you know if you act like a brat, i’ll show you how brats get treated. you might not like the consequences.”

“what’re you gonna do? spank me?” steve asked eagerly.

“nah, you’d like that too much. i think withholding would be a better punishment for you. maybe i’ll tie you up and watch me jerk off. let you squirm and cry when you realize you won’t be getting my cock.”

“noooo,” steve whined, as if his imagination wasn’t already running wild picturing it. he was pretty confident he could eddie to give him both—he just had to play his cards right.

“i’ll be good for you, daddy.” he batted his eyelashes and watched eddie practically melt in front of him. “promise.”

it was the best lie he ever told.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #virgin steve harrington #cowboythighs #crossposted from my twt

[cowboythighs]

bull-rider!steve and motorcycle outlaw!eddie walk into a bar…

steve goes to the nearest bar after he’s bucked off his bull before it even makes it out of the chute & hits his head. again. the doctors wont clear him for a few weeks at least, & definitely said something about avoiding alcohol, but steve figures he deserves a break.

sits down on the only empty stool and orders a whiskey and something cold to press to the ache at the back of his skull. accidentally jostles the man on the neighboring stool when he tries to pry the wallet from his pocket.

before he can open his mouth to apologize, the man’s turned and kicked his leg out between steve’s, spinning his stool in an instant so that they’re face to face. he looks tough. definitely a biker. maybe in a gang, if his vest was anything to go by. long dark hair that looked thoroughly tussled by the wind and a cigarette dangling at the corner of his mouth.

just as steve was wondering if he’d need the pocket knife in his pocket, the man finally spoke. told steve that usually, one apologized when they bumped into someone else, if they didn’t want any trouble. steve held his hands up, told the man, eddie, that he meant no harm- that he was just a little slow tonight- and apologized.

eddie gave him an appraising once over as the bartender sat his whiskey and a bag of ice in front of him. watched steve hold it to the back of his head and took in his attire- the dusting of dirt still on his shoulders and the litany of scrapes and bruises.

changing his demeanor so fast steve’s concussed brain could barely follow, suddenly eddie was leaning forward, smiling like a shark but looking with soft eyes, and telling steve he was too pretty to rough up anymore than he already was.

asks steve questions to keep him talking- and he ends up spilling his guts about how he’s worried he won’t be able to ride again. how he doesn’t know what he’d do with his life without the rodeo.

after a few more drinks, eddie’s kind enough to offer him something else to ride.

#steddie #ficlet #cowboythighs #i’m thinking HARD

[cowboythighs]

touch starved steve who hires professional cuddler eddie to hold him.

steve’s parents didn’t touch him growing up; not really. nothing more than a hand on the shoulder when posing for family portraits or a brief, firm nudge of his back to indicate it was time for steve to make his exit from one of his parents parties.

he remembers being so small and seeking comfort from them, only to be shooed away like a fly. learning so early the rejection of seeking love and acceptance through touch, only to be denied, to be unwanted.

he has sex for the first time at 15; barely gets his or his partners clothes off because they’re both shy and unsure- and even though the sex left them both mildly unsatisfied (not quite meeting their expectations of what Sex would be like) they cuddle afterward,

and that’s steve’s favorite part. it makes him feel so much more than sex did. his body lighting up everywhere they touch. his heart so full with the feeling of being wanted. but he quickly learns from listening to locker room talk, that it’s not something he’s supposed to want

that cuddling was something that only girls wanted- that men were supposed to put up with it- when they had to- but make it known they didn’t actually enjoy it. and so steve stopped. wanting nothing more than to be accepted- to be normal; like everyone else.

even when he gets adopted into the party, and is so eager to be on the receiving end of their casual touches, he fucks up his chance. flinches away from one to many outstretched hands, too stiff in the embrace of a hug, and he gets a reputation.

“steve doesn’t like to be touched” they’d say. and part of him wants to scream that he does, he wants it so badly it makes him cry. but he can’t. doesn’t know how. so he just smiles and goes along with it.

and when he finally moves out of hawkins, all on his own while the rest of the party are away at college, he sees an ad taped to a telephone pole that makes him stop in his tracks. “eddie munson- professional cuddler. call for a free consultation”

he rips off one of the pull tabs with the contact information and shoves it deep in his pocket. takes it home where it sits on his coffee table for weeks. steve stares at it so hard, so often, he almost afraid the numbers will wear off.

he debates- wrestles with his pride- breaking, when he rationalizes that he no longer has any expectations to meet- no image to uphold. so even though he’s more nervous than he thinks he’s ever been, he calls.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #cowboythighs #touch starved steve harrington #ficlet #crossposted from my twt

[cowboythighs]

The Honey Inside Your Hive (Director's Cut)

[here on ao3]

Summary: Steve Harrington is on his own in a big new city and running out of money. The clock is ticking and if he doesn’t find a source of income soon he’ll be forced to admit his father was right when he said Steve couldn’t make it on his own. Desperate, he scours the classifieds and comes across a vague ad promising a big payout for only a few hours of work.

If Steve had been a little more cautious—or a little less proud—maybe he wouldn’t be losing his virginity on camera.

Or: Steve unknowingly auditions for a porno. Eddie’s more than happy to help him get the role—and lose his virginity. Jim’s there to document the occasion.

(It’s a Casting Couch oneshot.)

Story Tags Include: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Jim Hopper (the focus is steddie with some stopper sprinkled in), No Upside Down AU, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Virgin Steve, Dubious Consent that turns to very Enthusiastic Consent, Smut (see ao3 for complete list of tags)

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stopper #cowboythighs #fic #cowboythighs fics #just having some fun! if you want to join the party feel free 💃🏻 just read the tags first!