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[delta-piscium]

blatantly making [DnD character’s] backstory a steddie fic for wip weekend please I am so intrigued!!

oh thank you!!! You have no idea how excited I am that you requested this, this fic is my (very neglected) baby !! (and based on my favorite PC who is a human bard called Max in a modern campaign setting, i just wanted to share that lmao)

“Steve? Eddie?” Someone calls from the other room and they spring apart. “Where did you go?” “Uhh,” Eddie says and Steve rolls his eyes. “Just getting water,” he calls back, “we’ll be out soon.” “Get me an ice cream too,” the someone, who Steve now realizes is definitely Dustin, shouts before he hears the back door sliding open and then shut again.  He waits a couple of seconds to be sure they're alone again and then raises an eyebrow at Eddie. “Uhh,” he parrots. “There’s not a lot of blood in my brain, kinda difficult to think” Eddie snipes back but he’s smiling. Steve tilts his head, “I make it hard for you to think straight?”  Eddie gives him an unimpressed look, “that’s the worst thing anyone has ever said to me Harrington, and I had an angry mob with pitchforks after me.” Steve shrugs, “what are you gonna do about it?” Then he lets a slow smile spread across his lips, and glances down at Eddies ‘no blood in his brain situation’ “big boy.” Eddie’s jaw audibly snaps shut and when Steve looks up he’s giving him a wide-eyed look. ‘Yeah, got him back for that one’ Steve thinks, satisfied to have some leverage back between them.  Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “You are gonna have to stay so far away from me Harrington, or I will jump your bones and traumatize all our friends even more than they already are. Then when everyone has left I will deal with all,” he waves a hand between them, “this.” “You keep calling me Harrington,” Steve points out, “what, no more baby? Sweetheart? Princess?” Eddie turns on his heel.  “So far away,” he shouts over his shoulder.

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[theheadlessphilosopher]

Hello, I would like some words of my favorite dynamic duo being goobers at their sex shop job!

Hello hello! Here's some Sex Shop Stobin just for you <3

"Steve, customer for you!" He rolled his eyes but set his clipboard down, adjusting the volume of his hearing aid before heading out front. When he reached the counter he froze. Standing in front of him was Eddie Munson, looking just as startled at him, his eyes impossibly wide. Steve took a minute to process, awkwardly clearing his throat. He shot a glare at Robin, silently asking what he did to deserve this level of torment, but she glared right back, one eyebrow raised in challenge.

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[thistlemace]

boot shine BoOt shIne BOOT SHINE (please tell me there is boot kink I feel so alone in my boot kink corner over here 😭)(also cool if not though, I'm excited either way 😅)

There very much is boot kink 😏 It was Not something I thought I'd be into, but, well, here we are!

And here is the spicy snippet under the cut! Following this post, and featuring transmasc Eddie.

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Then, Steve shifted the leg Eddie was leaning on, forcing it between his knees instead. The coolness of the smooth black leather boot against the heat of his inner thighs made Eddie flinch.

"Then be good for me."

Steve yanked on the collar. 

Unbalanced, Eddie fell into Steve’s shin, but quickly shuffled forward so his bare cunt rested on Steve’s boot. The rough texture of the laces against his dick made him pant where he was curled over Steve’s bent knee and his legs trembled with the effort of keeping himself from humping it. Not without permission.

“Please, Steve? I wanna–” Eddie cut himself off with a shocked groan when Steve wiggled his foot, the toe now wedged between his slick folds.

“Sorry,” Steve said, sounding only partially genuine and mostly smug. “Ask me again, Eddie, you sounded so good.”

[monkleya]

hard to pick, but i'd love some more of rebel robin!!

i got you!! this is technically a prequel that i came up with last night as i was trying to outline s3 ksdhkgh. it takes place two weeks before robin's disappearance.

Robin can’t tear her eyes away from Nancy, who can’t tear her eyes away from Steve’s stupid hair. It starts with five words that Robin’s surprised didn’t leave her own mouth. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.” Robin’s not sure if she can survive the rest of the semester like this. Watching Nancy Wheeler, grinning and giggling and batting her lashes at the douchebag that is Steve Harrington.

wip wednesday <3

[corrodedbisexual]

✿ - ☮ - ♒ - for both Steve and Robin, my beloveds (can't remember whether or not you know this is @stobinesque on main, so, hello! *waves*)

Helloooo 🥰

✿ - Sex headcanon

Steve: oh god so many. Is him loving to hold hands during sex a cliche? Steve is a certified service top, he loves figuring out what makes his lovers tick, and he loves performing oral (on both girls and guys when he learns how to do that)

Robin: she can be awkward and clumsy in bed but it's fucking endearing. She likes to have music in the background so it doesn't feel so awkward. She'd ask the girl if she'd like a glass of water in the middle of going down on her bc she's worried about her being comfortable.

☮ - friendship headcanon

Steve keeps his friendships in his heart. Like, modern Steve wouldn't care about shit like adding each other on facebook or constantly messaging each other. He knows who his friends are, his true friends, and even if they end up in different cities or states or countries and don't talk to each other in years, all it takes is one phone call and "i'm in trouble" and he's there.

Robin likes physical manifestation of friendships. Not that she's shallow, she just likes to know that she has a bracelet that was given to her by Steve, a cute ring from Nancy, a handmade drawing of her favorite band on her wall by Eddie, a photo of a California sunset sent by Jonathan and Argyle as a postcard.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Steve loves cooking bc it's an act of service. He gets to feed the people he loves and it feels important, and he feels like he doesn't have too many skills, maybe, but this is something he can always do.

Robin isn't a fan of cooking, but she loves collecting cool recipes from magazines and bringing it into Steve's collection and if Steve makes something out of it? He's the best dingus that ever lived.

[qprstobin]

Hopper They're Lesbians for wip Wednesday!

"I checked there's no one around," Nancy reassured her, one finger releasing the ascot in order to soothingly stroke at Stevie's throat.

"Robin is in the back," she grumbled, but shivered under the touch.

"Ah yes, Robin," Nancy said with a grin, "How is Robin." Stevie's blush took over her whole face at the suggestive tone.

[sidekick-hero]

closing time for wip weekend!

Your wish is my command 🥰🫶

A snippet, freshly edited and expanded, of Closing Time with my dearest @legitcookie 💜

As they make their way inside, Steve tries to make small talk, but it's awkward at best. So far they have absolutely nothing in common. On top of that, Todd does his best to give Steve the impression that he'd rather be anywhere but here with Steve. Great start, Steve thinks beginning to doubt himself. Normally it's easy for him to charm his dates, to draw them into an easy conversation, to get a flirtatious back-and-forth going. Maybe he's doing it wrong because Todd is a guy?

He sighs inwardly and offers to buy the first round, just to have something to do.

By the time he gets to the bar, it's already busy, people standing shoulder to shoulder, ordering and waiting for their drinks. The two bartenders are buzzing back and forth, pouring all kinds of liquids into different shapes of glasses, using shakers and adding tiny umbrellas and fruit on sticks.

[steventhusiast]

And also "if i said you could never touch me" bc I couldn't choose which I wanted more and I'm so so intrigued by this one!

“I’ve never kissed anyone before!” He blurts out before Eddie can lean in anymore, scrunching his eyes closed tightly so he won’t have to see the inevitable look of disappointment on his crush’s face.

“Like, you’ve never kissed a boy before?” Eddie asks, and Steve opens his eyes cautiously to see an expression of pure confusion.

“No. Never kissed anyone.”

His words don’t help how dumbfounded Eddie looks, and Steve knows what thoughts are running through his mind. The rumours. Can’t escape them, not even two years out of high school.