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The door clicked shut behind him, and Eddie was on him in an instant, his hand wrapping around Steve’s throat, pressing him hard against the door. Steve’s hands twitched, instinctively rising to grab Eddie’s wrist—but he couldn’t decide if he was trying to push him away or hold him there.

Eddie leaned in, his breath hot and dangerous against Steve’s lips.

“So, Harrington? You wanna get beat up, or you wanna get fucked?" he asked, his voice low, calm and terrifying.

Steve swallowed hard, his throat constricting against Eddie’s grip. He should be scared. Fuck, he was scared. But beneath it, there was something much darker and much hotter curling inside him—like a spark waiting to catch fire and consume him whole. And Eddie was feeling it too. Steve could tell from the way Eddie’s fingers flexed, from the way his eyes flickered for a split second with something far from cold boredom.

Because that was them—Eddie liked it rough, and Steve liked it degrading. Even in that moment. Even when one was hurt and angry, and the other should just feel sorry.

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cum or come, that is the question.

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Joe Keery eating ice cream in Marmalade.

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JOE KEERY IN MARMALADE, 2024. KEIR O'DONNELL.

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Not me causing pain when I was just trying to write some silly porn 🥲

Love, I'm sorry *kisses your pain away*

Do you ever just come up with a fic idea and you're like 'Oh wow this is evil. This is so angsty and emotionally devastating why would anyone do this.' but it's you doing it

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Steve watched Eleven close her eyes, concentrating. Eddie's form flickered more. He came closer.

He looked angry.

"What are you doing?" Steve whispered under his breath. 

"They can't help me. They're going to ruin everything," Eddie hissed, his voice vibrating through the room. "They'll take me away from you."

"There’s something," Eleven murmured, then, her voice distant. "But it's... broken. Lost. Gone."

The words chilled him. Steve could feel his pulse thudding harder, faster. The room seemed colder now, the walls pressing in closer. Eddie became more and more inquiet. 

And more and more solid.

Steve glanced at him before focusing on Eleven again. "What do you see?" 

Eleven's eyes snapped back into focus. "I feel something." Her eyes swept the room slowly.  "But… it's not right."

"It's Eddie," Steve murmured, watching him pace around the room, solid and angry. Betrayed. 

Eleven shook her head, frowning. "I don't see him," she said, sounding confused. “I feel. But I don’t know if it’s Eddie. I didn’t know him.”

"They can't help." Eddie came to stand next to Steve, watching Eleven with cold eyes. "They’ll tear us apart. I can’t let that happen."

The temperature dropped. Cold, unnatural, biting

"Eddie," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Calm down." Eddie glared at him. His eyes dark, empty. His mouth twisted, lips pulled back in a snarl. His anger was real. It was everywhere.

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wc: 4,117 | rating: Teen | tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Not Canon Compliant - Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Canonical Character Death, Suspense, Psychological Horror, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Open to Interpretation

Summary: After Eddie's death, Steve begins seeing his ghost—or at least he thinks he does. No, he does. Eddie is there. Eddie is real. Steve just has to convince everyone else.

~part I snippet~

Steve experienced many times the feeling of his fingers slipping through Eddie’s form—cold, sad, terrifying. So when he found some resistance this time, he pulled back sharply, his hand jerking away like he had been electrocuted. 

Eddie's eyes widened. "You felt that?"

Steve nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. "What's happening?"

Eddie reached out, his hand unsteady, and for the first time, when his fingers brushed against Steve’s cheek, Steve felt it. Light, almost nothing, really. But it was real.

"Eddie," Steve breathed, his voice shaking. "I can feel you."

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Last part will be posted tomorrow! Please, give some love to this baby 🥲💙

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~ Chapter 9 snippet~

“Now, now, darling, if you’re good, I might just show you my +9 magic sword again later." 

There was laughter and disgusted sounds from Robin’s part and “What kind of bullshit is that?” from Jeff. Steve, though, couldn’t help but laugh.  

“Your sword is so not +9,” Steve said. He knew shit about D&D, but this was a dick joke and there was no way he would let Eddie have it. “Maybe a +4 on a good day, and that’s pushing it!" 

It was a lie. Steve choked on that dick enough times to know it was definitely a 7. Maybe a 7-something, since he was feeling generous. 

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his smirk getting wider. "That's not what you said last night, Stevie."  

They didn't do anything the night before, but, yeah, that made Steve freak out a little.  

"Fuck off," he said, giving Eddie his middle finger. 

“You sound like you have seen his sword in action,” Robin said and Steve just wanted to die because that was dumb on his part, saying that kind of thing in front of so many assholes. Instead, he just redirected his middle finger to her.

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Lost in the Echo

Written for @whumptober || day 4 prompt: Hallucinations And @steddie-spooktober || day 6 prompt: Haunted

wc: 4,117 | rating: T | tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Canonical Character Death, Suspense, Psychological Horror, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Open to Interpretation | read on: AO3

Summary: After Eddie's death, Steve begins seeing his ghost—or at least he thinks he does. No, he does. Eddie is there. Eddie is real. Steve just has to convince everyone else.

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Steve experienced many times the feeling of his fingers slipping through Eddie’s form—cold, sad, terrifying. So when he found some resistance this time, he pulled back sharply, his hand jerking away like he had been electrocuted. 

Eddie's eyes widened. "You felt that?"

Steve nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. "What's happening?"

Eddie reached out, his hand unsteady, and for the first time, when his fingers brushed against Steve’s cheek, Steve felt it. Light, almost nothing, really. But it was real.

"Eddie," Steve breathed, his voice shaking. "I can feel you."

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Get to know me (tag game)

Tagged by: @wheneverfeasible Thank you for tagging me, love <3

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Favorite Color -> Blue. A grayish kind of blue. Like the sky when it's about to rain.

Last Song -> Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin if I look at my playlist. But "The Ballad Of The Witches Road" (Agatha All Along OST) if I'm being honest. I just rewatched the whole scene because I'm OBSESSED with this song.

Currently Reading -> The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman.

Currently Watching -> Agatha All Along. Love a sapphic witches show.

Currently Craving -> While thinking about it, I realized how thirsty I was. So.. water.

Coffee or Tea -> Coffee. I love tea, but if I had to choose only one it's coffee. Always. Coffee is culturally important in my country too, so when I say coffee I mean real coffee, not that dirty water Starbucks sells.

A hobby you would like to try -> I would love to try mountain biking. It seems fun, but I have no bike and much less a mountain around here :(

An AU you're working on/thought of -> I have the college AU. And I'm working in one of those loop stories (but honestly I don't even know if it can be called a loop ??).

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~ Chapter 8 snippet~

Steve really, really needed Eddie to stop talking. So he did the only thing that he thought would work—he tried to seduce him. Desperate times, desperate measures, and all that. He turned, locking eyes with Eddie, turning up the Steve Harrington charm. 

“Can we stop talking and do something more fun?” he asked, trying to make his voice sound as seductive as possible. 

Eddie snorted, stepping closer, grabbing Steve’s jaw. “I know what you’re doing,” he murmured, voice low and amusement in his eyes. “But it’s not gonna work.” 

Steve pressed himself against Eddie. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s just forget about it for a while.”  

Eddie studied him for a moment, then, with a sigh, he leaned in and kissed him, hard and demanding. Steve melted into it, his hands sliding around Eddie’s lean waist, pulling him closer. Eddie's lips were firm and commanding, his tongue pushing past Steve's lips to tangle with his own. They broke apart and Steve could feel Eddie smiling.

“You’re so predictable,” Eddie muttered against Steve’s lips. “But I’ll give you what you want. Just this once.” 

They kissed again, and it hit Steve like a jolt of electricity, sending shivers down his spine. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed this, how much he missed the way Eddie’s lips felt against his—it was like a drug one gets addicted to after the first use. His hands slid down to grab Eddie’s ass, pulling him closer, while Eddie’s grip tightened on his jaw, his tongue pushing into Steve’s mouth. 

It was weird. Eddie’s hands roamed over his body, making him feel hot and needy and desperate. It was weird that it was Eddie’s hands that seemed to be cleaning him, washing away the guilt and the fear. The feeling inside—the dirty, disgusted one—seemed to mean nothing when he could feel Eddie’s body pressed against his, and the taste of him on his tongue. 

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In Our Defense, There Was Nothing Else to Do

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember || week 3 prompt: Rough wc: 6,826 | rating: E | cw: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Eddie Munson as Deadpool, Steve Harrington as Wolverine, Switching, Blood and Violence, Knifeplay, Cutting, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | read on: AO3

Summary: I've got a knife and Steve's got claws. We're not exactly the poster boys for ‘Healthy Relationships’. But hey, when you want to fuck like animals, who cares about emotional stability? And if you’re reading this, just know that I’ve got no regrets.

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I’m thinking, “How the fuck do I turn this into the blood-soaked porno the readers are waiting for?” So I look at him, all brooding and grumpy, and I just know he’s itching for a fight. 

“You know what, Steve?” I say. “I think we need to blow off some steam.”

He looks at me, his eyes narrowing. “What the fuck are you on about now?” he growls.

“Oh, you know,” I say, leaning in closer, my breath hot against his ear. “A little roughhousing. Maybe some claw-play. Nothing too serious, just enough to get the blood pumping.”

He snorts, but I see the flicker in his eyes. He’s interested. “Just leave me alone, you insane fuck,” he says, but he’s not pushing me away.

“Aren’t we all a little insane?” I admit, standing up. “Come on, let’s go. I’ve got a feeling this place is about to get a whole lot more interesting.”

He doesn’t move at first, just looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. But then he pushes himself off the stool, and I know we’re about to get into it. The fight is on, and it’s going to be messy. And let’s not forget, the prompt for this sick fanfic was ‘rough’. So, strap in, because it’s about to get wet and wild in here.

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Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. 🤍

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First time smut writer: Um. Hope this is OK? It's only a bit of smut at the very end of the epilogue and you can skip it, it's ok. So sorry, um. Oh dear me. Please don't judge me. Nobody read this omg what have I done 😳

Seasoned smut writer: *ringing bell* Come get uR PORNOGRAPHY! 10k pwp, it's KINKY AS HECK so share it with all your friends!!! If you've got any suggestions for my Kinktober just drop it in the comments, I will write whatever wet, messy & DOWNRIGHT FILTHY fic about these two idiots 👏

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To Paint Your Face With Pleasure

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember || week 2 prompt: Bruise wc: 7,511 | rating: E | tags: Bruises, Kink Discovery, Slapping, Biting, Semi-Public Sex, Power Bottom Steve Harrington, Virgin Eddie Munson | read on: AO3 Summary: Nothing says “I like you” quite like cumming on someone’s bruises.

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Eddie Munson couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Steve Harrington stumble into the cafeteria that random Monday with a face that looked like it had gone a few rounds with a meat tenderizer. The rumors pointed fingers at Jonathan Byers as the culprit, but Eddie couldn’t give a flying fuck about the drama. No, he was too busy fighting the boner that was growing too big, too damn fast.

He tried to play it cool, shoving a greasy fry into his mouth, hoping it’d distract him from the throbbing in his pants. But Steve’s face, oh man, it looked like a masterpiece painted by some real metal artist or whatever. Each bruise was a dark, alluring splotch of color against Steve’s golden skin—pain and beauty all mixed together. And Eddie just couldn’t get enough of it, his gaze drawn to the swollen cheek, the split lip, the blackened eye.

Lunch break was still going on, and he didn’t even get to eat enough, but Eddie couldn’t wait another second. He grabbed his shit, pushed his tray for Gareth to eat whatever was in it, and bolted for the bathroom, his heart racing. He locked himself in a stall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Eddie couldn’t believe it. He’d never had a kink—not one that he knew of. But now? Fuck, that was a fucking kink right there. It was sick and twisted, but fuck it, he was going to own it. 

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I just found out that nothing can get me writing more focused than an emotional shock :'))

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I simply love everything about this.