#mungrove rp

[doyouyearn]

gonna be cringe on main and admit i literally only got back on tumblr to see if the rp scene was still kicking, and it looks like yes, so!

18+ only!

looking for a stranger things rp where I can write for Eddie, AU or canon universe (with some divergence - obviously Eddie lives, set some time post UD). Open to lit/para or texting style, preferably over discord. I tend to favor fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, but am flexible!)

Preferred ships are Steddie, Mungrove, and metalsandwich (Eddie/Steve/Billy) but I'm open to any m/m ships you got in mind for Eddie. Could also roll with some Steddisy (Steve/Eddie/Chrissy) but currently not looking for hellcheer on its own. Also down for some cute platonic shit with like Robin or someone because you can't tell me they wouldn't be chaotic gays together.

Also I sometimes like to trans my character's gender bc im incorrigibly queer but i don't always do it, so that could or could not be a thing for rp.

I'm in US central time zone if it matters.

Slide into the DMs if you might be interested!

[barnacybe]

Hihi, im in search of an active rp partner (my discord st rp finder group is DRY AS HELL) 18+ please :)

My ships are steddie and mungrove, i really dont have a plot in mind but i do like not having an end in sight really, just very slice of life stuff :) im into brainstorming a plot! And im also cool with exploring genderbending and even as far as wlw :) dm me or like the post if youre interested! (I prefer writing as eddie btw)

[roleplayfinder]

Hey! Looking for a rp partner who’s big into the stranger things fandom. The ships I’m looking for are harringrove, mungrove or hellcheer. I mainly have experience playing as Billy or Eddie but I’m down for any character.

Must be 18+ as I am 20, and would like to include nsfw themes.

I love AUs, but I’m open to any ideas really.

Interact with this post and I’ll shoot you a message :)

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[sthairrington]

hihi, admin talking real quick.

i’m searching for a BILLY HARGROVE for two reasons: 1) my own personal harringrove/mungrove rp AND 2) for a server with my friends. if you would like more details, like this message, or send me a dm!

Thank you!!!

[keepthechangeyouanimal]

Looking for mungrove partners if anyone is interested

[betrayedbydaylight]

So somebody humor me. This may exist already and somehow I’ve managed to miss it. I need a fanfic where Eddie and Billy find one another in the upside down, and a long, angsty love strikes up between them. OR. Roleplay it with me. Somebody?

[letsxxplay]

Looking for a Billy Hargrove for my Eddie Munson on Discord, only, 18+ and smutty. Thanks!!!

[bloodybottleblonde]

Being from California Billy wasn't a stranger to the up and coming world of body modifications. But it was a sub-society he wasn't privy to. He was a much more casual metalhead, and stuck out a bit at the few shows he'd gone to. But while there he'd seen all sorts of piercings and tattoos and everything else that pushed the limits of the human body. And while he didn't have the stomach to try any of it out himself besides the earring he already he had he had to admit it was insanely cool.

Despite trying to keep his occasional tendency to lust after boys as on as much of a hiatus as he could in such a small minded town like Hawkins Eddie made it very difficult. He was gorgeous and dorky and despite the fact that he knew how to push all of Billy's buttons he found he didn't mind it so much when the view was so nice.

And so upon learning that Eddie had a split tongue Billy had all but demanded to see it. His mind wandered into territory he'd been trying to avoid since moving, and he was too preoccupied trying to keep himself from getting too turned on while Eddie took the cigarette from him to notice him closing the distance between them.

Billy was quick to grab onto Eddie's small waist and harshly pull him closer, pent up sexual energy that hadn't been indulged in since California coming to a boil..

@bloodybottleblonde asked; 💋 everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

Eddie had been playing around with his split tongue, finally having got the hang of being able to control the two halves independently, so of course when Billy had offered him a cigarette he used his tongue to grab and pull the half extended smoke from the box in Billy's hand, an unintentionally flirty move as he pulled it into his mouth. More unintentional flirting had come from Eddie in the minutes the followed, though that was nothing knew for the metalhead as he was perceived as a naturally flirtatious person but never acted on it.

He wasn't entirely sure what had lead up to what happened next, but his fingers were gripping the fabric of Billy's shirt and he had pulled the beautiful blonde, a bit of a weakness of Eddie's it seemed, into a kiss, smoke still leaving the corner of his mouth as the two young men kissed.

[bl00dycham0mile]

i am once again seeking out new writing partners! being a bit more broad with this go around, id like to connect with different fandoms.

hey! im looking for someone in any of these fandoms; Larry Stylinson, Stranger Things, Twilight/Any sort of vampire type of roleplay. i am up for playing any (of age) characters, even if it’s with one of your OC’s. i typically do bxb but i am more than happy to do bxg. i usually am the top/dom character, prefer it, but don’t mind switching it up. im literate and writing is a passion and also a hobby for me, i am just looking to pass the time with another good writer. thanks!

hit me up on telegram, or here!

@bloodychamomile

[hargrove-posts]

Hi! How does someone find roleplay partners nowadays? I’ve used Omegle for years and it’s now shut down and I’m completely charging new territory. I want to continue writing with others so if anyone is able to help me out that would be appreciated.

[strangerqueerthings]

Meeting the new "King."

He didn’t like parties. Not the kind that came to mind when someone mentioned “high school parties,” anyway.

His idea of a good party was a small group of friends deep in the woods or overlooking the quarry at night, shooting the shit around a bonfire, music playing from the speakers of an open car door or a portable boombox, with a cooler full of beers and Mountain Dew, a few pizzas, bags of chips, and a few well rolled joints.

Good, close, safe company. Like-minded friends, with shared interests and compatibility based on trust.

A party with music so loud that it’s impossible to hear, mixed with the equally loud shouts of people fighting to be heard over it, in rooms packed with dancing bodies, couples doing everything but fucking in corners, and meat heads over-estimating their alcohol tolerance and yakking all over the floor- or in the bushes outside if they make it that far- was not his idea of a good time.

Eddie Munson was rarely, if ever invited to these kinds of parties- and even if he was, it’s not because anyone wants him there.

When Tina approached him between classes- after everyone had vacated the hallway, because she couldn’t be seen actually socializing with him- and handed him the flier, it wasn’t because she wanted him there. She wanted him to bring his product.

“Think you have enough for most of the senior and junior class?” she asked, only half-way joking.

He studied her for a moment, considering his options. He hated parties, he really did. He could say no, that Rick was in jail and as his main supplier, he simply didn’t have that kind of stock. He didn’t want to go, but the prospect of that many sales was too much to pass up.

He was so close to getting the last hundred bucks for that gorgeous guitar he’d seen in Chicago, and sales of that level would not only get him that last hundred, but enough for the gas to Chicago and back- and even some leftover for new picks, maybe, if he was lucky, even enough for a new amp.

The shopkeep told him he could only hold the guitar for him for so long, and Eddie was pushing that deadline to the very edge.

The truth was, he did have the stock- Rick had shown him where he grew the stuff, told him how to care for it. The cops hadn’t found it, and now the crop was his. At least until Rick got back.

So he’d told Tina he’d be there, but because it was late notice, his prices would be higher. Tina had reassured him she’d let interested parties know, and told him what time to be there, and where to “set up shop.”

So here he was, in the back yard, just on the edge of the light and dark from the back porch’s flood lamp, exchanging bud for bucks, grateful he was outside where it was nice and cool, and not nearly as loud and overwhelming.

He was vibrating with nerves and excitement. Nerves, because he’d seen Jason Carver, Tommy Hagan, and Steve Harrington- and he never could trust if they’d rat him out or not. Excitement, because he had sold over half the product he’d brought, and his pockets were full of cash.

He’d made close to two hundred bucks tonight, and he wasn’t sold out yet. That guitar was as good as his- he just had to finish selling and get the fuck out of dodge.

“Hey Freak.”

Eddie’s heart sank. He knew that voice. Hagan. Bully. Hot-head, obsessed with his girlfriend, and butt-buddy to Harrington, who was right beside him, approaching with Hagan. Great. Harrington. Goody two-shoes who lived in Loch Nora in a fucking brownstone with a heated pool, drove a BMW and wore designer clothes with his perfect hair.

Eddie had heard what Harrington did to Jonathan, and he wasn’t keen on letting him know what mattered to him, or what his hobbies were, lest the jock decide to do something similar to him.

“Tina invited me to sell, so don’t start shit, Hagan,” Eddie warned. “I’m staying out of sight, so I’m not tainting your precious party.”

Hagan gave him a shove to the chest, lifting his brows when Eddie kept his feet planted and didn’t budge. When Eddie knew he had every right to stand his ground, he did, and wouldn’t move- and he knew he had every right to be there in the capacity he had been invited for.

“Still peddling for Rick?” Hagan sneered. “Is it that garbage he sells for stupid high prices?”

“If you’re trying to get a sample, it isn’t gonna work, Hagan,” Eddie shot back. “You can pay like everyone else- it’s fifteen bucks per quarter ounce, cash only, no receipts, or fuck off.”

Harrington rolled his eyes as Hagan stepped closer.

“Tommy, it isn’t worth it, just leave him alone.”

Ignoring him, Hagan stepped closer, almost chest to chest with Eddie- who refused to back down.

“How about you give me enough for a joint, and I don’t call the cops on you, you little shit.”

“Yeah, call the cops on an entire house of folks drinking underage, ruin the party, make Tina mad at you, and end up in the doghouse with Carol. Don’t be fuckin’ stupid, man,” Harrington said, shaking his head. “If you want some that bad, pay the dude.”

“Level headed intelligence from you, Harrington?” Eddie asked, unable to stop himself- even if his tone was tinged with gratitude.

“Don’t push it, Munson,” Harrington shot back.

“Make way for the KING!” roared a very drunk voice, and Harrington immediately walked away as a shirtless guy in a kilt- whose name escaped Eddie- approached.

Hagan grinned wolfishly.

“Have fun dealing with the new King of Hawkins High, Freak. He probably won’t be as gentle and understanding as I am- not someone who does nearly a full minute keg stand.”

He followed Harrington back into the house, and Eddie turned his attention to the guy approaching him- the guy in the kilt had sat down hard on the stairs, too drunk to keep going.

Eddie felt his mouth go dry.

The new “King of Hawkins High” was probably the prettiest boy he’d ever seen in his life.

Golden skin and flaxen hair, sharp blue eyes and a chest and abs left bare under a black leather jacket, with his jeans practically painted onto his sculpted thighs, he looked like a gilded Rob Lowe, or a fairer, tanned Richard Marx.

A modern day Adonis, and Eddie felt his knees tremble a little before he remembered to lock them.

“So you’re the guy who has the good shit. Eddie Munson, right?” the gorgeous boy drawled, white teeth flashing brilliantly in his golden face, his grin wide, dangerous and gorgeous in equal measure with a Marlboro dangling carelessly from the corner of his mouth.

Eddie swallowed, hoping his throat didn’t give him away as he nodded.

“Yeah. Grow it, dry it, cure it, and sell it myself.”

“Folks say your supplier is some guy called Reefer Rick,” the boy said.

“He was. He’s in jail. I’m tending his shit until he’s out,” Eddie replied.

The boy nodded, his face serious.

“I get it. Gotta fill the void, make a buck, skip the middle man. Good business, if a bit risky.”

“You buying, or looking to invest?” Eddie joked, and his heart skipped a beat when the other boy laughed. It was like the pealing of a bell during a rolling clap of thunder.

“Invest? No, no, too much time involved. I don’t plan on staying in this shithole after I graduate- I’m just wanting to buy and enjoy a buzz to distract me from the misery that is being in a podunk like this pit.”

His blue eyes glittered, staring directly into Eddie’s like a wary, hungry wolf’s, and he felt pinned under that predatory gaze.

“So. What’s your rate?” he asked casually, flicking the butt of his cigarette with his tongue to move it from one side of his mouth to the other.

“Fifteen per quarter ounce,” Eddie replied, and the other boy pursed his lips, the cigarette flicking upwards as he reached into the impossibly tight back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He rummaged through it, frowning.

“All I’ve got is a twenty. Got change… or willing to do a special for a new customer?”

Eddie wanted to tell him he could have half an ounce for free if he’d tell him his name, but he swallowed his stupid star-struck feelings that would have him driven out of the state.

He put on a show of considering, frowning, putting a hand to his chin and rubbing at his lower lip with his index finger for a few moments before dropping it with a shrug.

“You’re new…. And I believe in good first impressions… so I can be generous,” he finally said, shrugging his bookbag off and opening it. He rummaged through his stock and pulled out a pre-packed and weighed bag containing half an ounce of weed.

“Twenty for half an ounce- but if anyone asks, you paid thirty for it. Can’t have anyone coming back for refunds,” he said, holding it out.

“Thanks,” the boy said, taking the bag and placing the twenty in his palm.

“Good doing business,” Eddie said, shoving the twenty into his pocket. “Just uh… go easy with that batch- that particular bag is pretty heavy. Don’t smoke any unless you don’t plan on going anywhere for a while.”

The boy grinned again.

“Just what I need- especially since there’s nowhere to go in this shithole.”

He put the back in the pocket of his leather jacket, and before Eddie could lower his hand, he grabbed it, shaking it. His grip was warm, firm, the tendons of his hands feeling like whipcord under the calloused skin.

“Name’s Billy Hargrove,” he drawled. “And I will likely see you again.”

Eddie sure as hell hoped he would.

He was no longer regretting coming to this party.

[boffeeceans]

Dom Billy/Sub Eddie - Pretty much just an exploration of my preferred Billy/Eddie dynamic.

Explicit smut + aftercare under the cut

Ao3 link

Billy doesn't get a lot of control in his life, who he's with, what he does, where he is, it all seems to be monitored constantly. So when Billy is with Eddie, loud, obnoxious, larger than life, doesn't take shit from nobody Eddie, Billy likes to just take it. Take control, grab him by the jaw and force him on his knees, see him looking up at Billy with those big, pleading eyes, begging like a dog.

Billy can give him what he wants, unbluckle his belt, unbutton his pants, let him feel Billy's cock at the back of his throat, taste his cum, watch as it comes out of his nose, hold him in place as Eddie claws at his hips and thighs, needing to come up for air.

Or he can shove Eddie back on his ass, make him wait for it while Billy flops down on his bed and lights a cigarette. There's nothing Eddie can do about it, it's Billy's choice.

He can jerk him off in front of the mirror, have him come all over Billy's hand. Eddie gets a second to catch his breath before Billy will start fingering him open, abuse his prostate, open him wide until Eddie starts shaking, a second orgasm rolling through his body, gasping Billys name. His hole will be slick and open enough for Billy to slide his cock in with little to no resistance.

By then, Billy will have to keep him upright, an arm wrapped around Eddie's waist, free hand on his throat. He makes Eddie look at himself, see how pathetic he looks, how needy, skin all red and tears in his eyes. "Just one more, Bambi, you got this."

Eddie's third orgasm is dry and silent, his throat moaned and groaned raw. Billy bites down on his neck or shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make it hurt. He bends Eddie over the desk, let's him go limp as Billy chases his own orgasm.

Billy loves cuffing Eddie to the headboard and riding him painstakingly slow. Eddie will pull at cuffs, wanting to touch, begging for him to go faster. Maybe Billy will deprive him of what Eddie wants, keep rolling his hips at a leisurely pace, have Eddie come from minimal friction. Or maybe he'll obey, ride him fast, come first and deprive Eddie of an orgasm all together. Leave him panting and cuffed while Billy cleans himself up and goes to do something else.

When he comes back, he wraps his hand around Eddie's cock, strokes him until he's hard again, still slow. Eddie's back arches, words spilling from his mouth. "Please please please-" If Billy's feeling extra mean he'll leave again, smiling as Eddie curses at his back. Eddie will go soft again and Billy will come back and he'll leave until he's satisfied, only then will he let Eddie come all over himself.

Sometimes Billy will do what Eddie wants without compliant, hand over control. He'll get on all fours, back arched with Eddie behind him, fucking him fast and hard. Eddie burries is face in Billy's neck or between his shoulder blades, moth shooting off a mile a minute. Eddie knows what he's doing, he always leaves Billy shaking and sore in all the right places, needing a minute to get to himself. He loves it, but he won't let Eddie know that – Eddie probably already knows anyway.

Billy loves it, but it has consequences for Eddie. Billy deprives him of any touch below the waist for however long he sees fit, knowing Eddie won't touch himself, not if Billy won't let him. Eddie bothers Billy constantly, pushing his buttons, asking to be fucked. Billy will relent after a week, maybe two, maybe longer.

He gives no warning, strips Eddie in the middle of his bedroom and bends him over the edge of his bed. He gets on his knees behind Eddie, licks a wet stipe over his hole, spit in it, and plunge in a finger. He'll use nothing but spit as lube, prep Eddie just enough to not do any damage. His hand makes contact with Eddie's ass, making him yelp and leaving an angry red mark.

His cock slides in with a little resistance, slow at first, taking his time to go as far as he can, but the second thrust has Eddie crying out and gripping the sheets.

"Please, Billy, it hurts," he says through sobs, but Billy ignores him, there's only one word that will make him stop and Eddie hasn't said it. He likes this, he wants this, and Billy will fucking give it to him.

Billy's relentless, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost drowning out Eddie's cries. He takes a handful of Eddie's hair, calls him a slut, a whore, "Why are you crying, mh? You asked for this."

Eddie comes pathetically fast, tears streaming down his face, Billy makes sure to call him out for it as his thrusts slow.

Billy loves it all, having Eddie surrender in any way possible.

Most of all, Billy loves lying Eddie on his back, legs wrapped around Billy's waist. He'll gently nip at Eddie's neck, swallow his moans, let's the words of endearment into his lungs, his bloodstream, under his skin.

Eddie blindly grabs at nothing, eyes squeezed shut, back arching. "Gonna come," he says, voice thick.

Billy takes one of Eddie's hands in his, interlacing their fingers, coaxes Eddie to open his eyes, wanting to look at him when he comes, to hold him, to be held.

Thick fingers grip at Billy's hair, Eddie's eyes open, glassy, looking right at Billy, his mouth opens and he lets out a string of curse words before they dissipate into a moan. Eddie clenches around Billy and Billy's done for.

Without fail, no matter if Eddie is a drooling mess on the floor or is lying on the sheets, comfortable and blissed out, Billy leaves him, just for a bit, to go the bathroom and wets a towel with warm water or runs them a bath.

He wipes the towel over Eddie's stomach, between his legs, fights Eddie grabbing at his wrists, a weak attempt at pulling Billy closer. Only when he's done does Billy give in, lies next to Eddie and let's him return the favor, his shaking hands sliding the warm towl over Billy's sticky skin.

Or he scoops Eddie up, lifting him up off of whatever surface he's lying on, whether he can walk on his own or not, Eddie won't get on his feet either way. He puts him down in front of the tub and helps him, sitting behind him once Eddie's settled. Eddie rests his head on Billy's shoulders, wraps Billy's arms around his waist.

They stay until the water runs cold, taking their sweet time to wash the cum and sweat of their skin. After letting the water drain from the tub and take a quick shower to get the soap off of them.

Eddie doesn't let go of Billy, not while they dry and not when crawl under the covers.

Eddie looks at him, really looks, tired, half lidded eyes, a small smile gracing his lips. "I love you," he says in the quiet space between them.

He cups Eddie's cheek and kisses with a softness he thought he lost long ago, one that suddenly returned when meeting Eddie and subsequently falling in love with him. "I love you too."

He loves all him, every inch of his skin, his tears, his smiles, his moans. He loves his rambling, his arguing, his off key singing. All of it.

The second Eddie graduates they're out of here, just a few more months before Billy can take Eddie and the few of his belongings to California. He'll make him laugh, fuck him in every motel they stop at, or at side of road, down him in love until he fucking chokes on it.

Billy can choose to whisk Eddie away from this place that doesn't appreciate him enough, he can choose to love him and Billy will be damned before anyone stops him.

[corrodedcoffinblog]

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[captainjcarver]

I drag their asses to the beach for Billy’s sake and Eddie has convinced him to take a sand nap instead? 🤨

[harringtonsandwich]

First actual post on my new Tumblr lol

Looking for RPs!

18-21+ and your age MUST be in your bio (I do random age checks as well)

I’m currently a bit hyperfixated on Stranger Things atm, as that’s where my muse is, but I will do OC RPs as well.

Pairings I’m wanting to do:

🔥Mungrove

🔥Steddie

🔥Harringrove

I enjoy many different things trope wise (two of which are Mpreg and Omegaverse) and I’m always willing to try things within reason but if I say no please respect that.

I don’t require a plot up front but I do require you to help come up with a plot when you DM me. I love talking OOC about ideas! Don’t be shy!

Post length requirements: I do ask you give at least a paragraph for responses (definitely few paragraphs or more for starter posts). I get that writers block happens trust me lol! It happens to me too.

DON’T GHOST! If you’re not feeling things please let me know and we can work together to find a plot we both like or part ways. Nothing bothers me more than ghosting.

Shoot me a DM if you’re wanting to start up an RP 😊

[keepthechangeyouanimal]

Looking for new rp partners. Semi-advanced (3+ paragraphs), 21+ please. NSFW themes okay, but not necessary

Here are some ships I write:

Steve x Billy

Eddie x Billy

Chrissy x Billy

(Can possibly try as Eddie)

Dean x Cas

Loki x Mobius