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[dobiemart]

# — 01:02, ive got my eye on you.

paring, neteyam sully x na'vi! reader

wc, around 600

wrns, uhhhhhhhhh being outside idfk, the use of the word you is irritating as shit im so sorry

notes, prob ooc but ive obviously never written for him before so please dont banish me, its also been a hot minute since ive written in general

i dont really like this fic but yawl have it cause i cant delete a story with my husband in it

the beauty surrounding every inch of pandora was enough to keep you distracted for ages. each living thing had its own story to tell, a purpose to live, a partner to share their grounds with.

you took in the scenery with great detail, noting every reaction of what eywa had created for the people to enjoy. it was very easy to get lost in the patterns of plants aligning the pathway you strode through often.

as you continued walking, alerts to something – more less someone – traversing with you became more apparent. a twig snap here, a rustled bush there, and stifled laugh or two thrown in the mix.

the sounds became closer and closer, stalking its way close near you. a small smirk couldn't help but bully its way onto your face, knowing what was to come in a matter of seconds.

you heard the creature release one last breath, before starting to charge and pounce on your tall frame before–

“don't even think about it.”

though you couldn't see, you knew his shoulders deflated after you’d recognised him, his ears and tail drooping in defeat.

“how’d you know it was me?” neteyam huffed, disappointment laced in his voice. he took a series of large steps to get in front of you, sporting a small pout to exaggerate his emotion.

“you act as if i've ever fallen for it. a different tactic would benefit you, skxawng.” you snickered back at the boy.

since you were introduced by him accidentally sneaking up on you, he'd to sneak up on you like a predatory viperwolf everytime he had the chance.

after the first time, he never succeeded, yet he tried. the determination to get one small scare from you was quite cute.

“must you always ruin my fun, y/n?" he gave a goofy smile and a huff, repositioning himself to walk beside you.

“must you always invade my walks? one day i’ll be fooled into thinking you were a pack of nantangs. 'm gonna send you to eywa early,” you jokingly scolded, emphasizing your words with a small flick, earning a slight hiss.

unlike usual, neteyam didn't retort with a sassy remark. he’d gone deathly silent. if you couldn't feel his large presence beside you, you’d think he’d gone.

turning to see what had made him quiet, you were met with his luminous eyes staring daggers into your skull. his gaze wasn't broken by being caught, instead focusing on the glint in your eyes.

“what? is there something on me, nete?” you questioned, still immensely confused from the sudden mood switch.

“no. nothing is on you, my tsahìk. i just like looking at you, that is all.” he said, as if it was common sense. it brought a sudden heat into your skin, spreading throughout your body.

you covered your mouth, not wanting to show the childish smile sprouting upon your lips. though, neteyam didn't appreciate that. he moved himself in front of you again, blocking you from continuing on the path.

looking down at your slightly smaller frame, his mothers gaze shining through, neteyam gently pulled your hand away. he needed to see your smile, knowing that he was the one that put it on your face.

“you don't ever have to hide from me, my love.” he paused shortly, wondering if he’d used the name he heard his dad use right. “i want to see you. i do see you.”

he rested his forehead against yours, gaining a sweet smile of his own when you returned his gaze.

“and i see you, neteyam.”

additional talk, wake up!! its the first fic of the month!!!

i toldd yawlll i go on hella hiatusesss... but im back because my avatar phase is reuniting for neteyam and lo'ak and jake and neytiri and did i mention neteyam and my baby daddy neteyam (if u cant tell i love neteyam.)

i cannot explain how much i love every single second of anything avatar related and im glad everybody is realizing these 10 foot motherfuckers with hourglass bodies are fuckable loveable.

there will mosttt def be more fics coming soon (and i promise ima hit those requests asap), along with my annual monthly blog revamp and such and such yada yada whatever i miss my boy and im tired goodnight.

© dobiemart 2023 — ☆ (OH MY GOD ITS 2023 JHAHSHF)

#neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x yn #neteyam #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #i love this man sm #teehehehehr kicking my feet yawl 🙀

[dobiemart]

hiii, i just wanted to say, all of your writing is to DIE for, it’s so good? also coming from one woman of color to another, i really loved your billy writings. billy with a black reader has always a special spot in my heart, and you did it soooo justice, just wanted to drop in and say, i really loved it, you’re doing the lord’s work cause we need more poc! rep in this fandom with the boys frrrr, but hope you have a lovely night <33 🫶🏽

stop because this is literally the sweet thing ive ever received in my life ilysm

#i love you #pls marry me #<3

[dobiemart]

my chocolate wit' yo vanilla (ugh)

pairing, edward "eddie" munson, steven “steve” harrington, william "billy" hargrove, platonic!maxine "max" mayfield x reader

summary, different scenarios where the boys (and maxie pad) get their hair messed with

word count, like two or three maybe (900+ all together)

byr, tell a friend to TELL a friend... sheesss baacckkkk

i did write this with a black!reader in mind cause these are all things id id do to my white ass bf but anybody is welcome to read regardless

do ppl read st fics anymore?? i literally havent been able to open tumblr in like three months PELASEDFJS

warnings, eddie getting popped by the comb, steve getting damn near snatched off a stool, billy almost getting fought over his choice of words, prob ooc characters because i forgot how to write for them, pretty abrupt endings to each scenario, black shenanigans, etc.

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━━━ EDDIE MUNSON (pb. joseph quinn.)

"eddie, thats about the dumbest shit ive ever heard come from your mouth."

“no- hear me out, babe!” eddie tried to spin around and respond before you stopped him, quickly positioning his slender body back forwards. him, being the drama queen that could never make the lead in a play that he is, started to complain before you popped the side of his head.

“hey! what was that one for?!” he exclaimed in a whiny tone, reaching up to sooth the spot you'd hit with the comb. you kissed your teeth before moving his hand out of the way and resuming your section.

“i know damn well i told you to stop moving,” you said while coming through a knot, hushing eddie before he even started his whining mess. “maybe if you would sit and be still we wouldn't have this problem.” 

“you wound me, princess.” he said while tutting his bottom lip out, mocking a pout. he knew you weren't genuinely mad, but messing with you was always fun. even if he got his ass beat. “i thought my girl was supposed to treat me rig– ow!” he was cut off by a particularly harsh yank from another knot. 

“that’s whatcha’ ass gets,” you replied with a snicker, trying not to laugh too hard at the poor boy. “after all, you agreed to let me do your hair. since you wanna be all nosy bout' ‘how i do this’ and ‘what that product over there is for.’ whenever i have the patience to do mine.” 

you gestured all over the place with your comb as you went on about his questions and concerns, though, you noticed he didn't reply with the usual "you love it, anyway," or another snarky remark that made you love him impossibly more.

he instead opted to look up at you from his spot between your legs, gazing at you with nothing but pure adoration and love in his softened eyes. his calloused, overworked hands reached up to rub at the skin of your thighs gently, sighing as he embraced the feeling of your skin.

“i love you, baby. s’much. even if you're mea-- OW!"

━━━ STEVE HARRINGTON (pb. joe keery.)

“okay, babe! you don't have to yank it like that—” steve exclaimed, gripping onto the bathroom counter as to not fall off of the stool he was perched on.

you couldn't help but cackle at his reflection in the mirror, head being yanked back by the wig cap you were trying to shove his thick mop of hair under. 

“it's not my fault you got a big ass head! jus’ hold still so i can get it all up under there,” you barely got the sentence out without bursting out in laughter at your boy, a small smile catching on his face at your humor.

he eventually smacked your hands away and started to fix his hair underneath the cap by himself, insisting that you were gonna 'ruin his wave pattern.'

“i’m never losing a bet with robin again,” he murmured after you finished adjusting the cap around his head, noticing how much he actually needed his precious bangs. “especially if you’re in on it.”

you gave a shocked gasp and lightly slapped the back of his neck. “i’m being paid good money for this, so lose as many bets as you have to.” you continued while brushing out the pale blonde wig robin picked out for him.

you placed it on his head and tugged it around, causing him to grip onto the countertop again. you fussed with it until it looked decent enough, busting out into giggles at steve’s expression in the mirror.

“babe-- you didn't even do it right! give me this brush, you ain’t finna have me lookin’ all crazy like this–” he exuded sass while snatching the brush from your manicured hands and getting to work fixing up the hair.

all you could do was laugh while he frantically fixed some flyaway pieces and tried to messily give himself a middle part with his fingers, getting frustrated when it wouldn't come out jussttt right.

"there. now can i have those swirly hairs you do on your forehead? or a swoop? my forehead is not doing me any good right now," he asked while handing you back the brush, motioning what kind of baby hairs he wanted with his fingers.

man, was this boy a piece of work.

━━━ BILLY HARGROVE (pb. dacre montgomery.)

“ma, didn't i just tell you to sit down?” billy huffed while walking into the room, seeing you up and off your floor pillow.

you froze like a deer in headlights, followed quickly by max. you both had decided it would be a great idea to have a quick dance session to the smiths before billy got back, which had obviously been cut even shorter.

you both quickly returned to your respective spots on the floor with the most innocent looks you could muster. the silent energy of the room became too much for both you and max, causing you to look over at each other and laugh your asses off at billy’s ‘i’m not mad, just disappointed.’ posture. 

he huffed and shook his head before walking over to the couch, muttering a "always gotta be so damn difficult," before placing the basket of hair products he kept at his place beside him. he tapped the cushion between his legs, letting you know to scoot back. you dragged max back with you, making the girl giggle.

“i really don't know why you both decide to test every nerve i have at every given chance, yet here we are.” he started to fuss at the both of you, snatching your bonnet off, earning him a "hey!" along with a slap on the thigh. you heard max chortle from in front of you before you snatched her matching cap off, making her stop and snatch it back.

“first of all, you can't even say allat! you get on our nerves all the time. shut that tone down before we really get to it, sir.” you snapped back at billy, max following with a “yeah! it’s not our problem that you decide to be a fun vampire every time we do something,” 

he smirked to himself and replied with a hushed “be quiet and keep your head straight, an' watch that damn attitude.” before repositioning your bobbing head, getting into the first braid of many. you obeyed and started your own work on max's hair.

he gripped every thought and prayer you had in your scalp, making sure these braids were gonna stay in for the month. if you said it didn't hurt, you'd be a damn horrendous liar. you focus on giving max french braids, as to have something to stop you from tearing up at billy's technique.

it was quiet from that point on, minus the soft rhythm of ‘how soon is now?’ playing from the radio in the corner of the room. not that he would ever admit it, but billy loved these days. days where it was just the three of you in the house, all together, surrounded by nothing but love. the domestic feeling sent a feeling of warmth to his heart.

with you two, his unsavory household became a safe home.

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hi pooks

ive been gone for like 3 months cause of school and work and my dog babies and my bf and arruragrhsjfsujd;

BUT im trying to slowly get back into writing cause i still love to do it when i have the opportunity

idk what else to say but likes, reblogs, and feedback are all very appreciated &lt;333

- a returning coraline! :)

© dobiemart 2022 — ☆

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x black!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x black!reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hagrove #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x black!reader #black reader #poc reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x black!reader #max mayfield x platonic! reader

[dobiemart]

romantic homicide

pairing, edward “eddie” munson x reader

summary, you wanted to believe eddie loved you, but he’d never say it.

word count, 844

req, can you do a story where eddie and reader are hooking up and reader is in love with eddie but eddie is like a hit and dip type of guy 💀 - anon

byr, i literally have no idea what the fuck this is but i said i would start on some requests (that shit made me laugh hard as hell bro CAUSE NOT THR HIT N DIP)

also this came to me a couple of hours before i had to wake up so if its shitty thatss simply not my fault its my sleep schedules fault

warnings, one sided pinning (on the readers part), l-bombs, eddie not reciprocating readers feelings, beginning of a hookup, reader is wearing a crop top and a skirt but body type isn’t mentioned, and hella second hand embarrassment

you bit and picked at your nails for a long while before raising your hand, nervously following the back of your teachers head before she turned to face the class.

“may i use the restroom?” you requested, bouncing your leg under the desk. the feeling in your limb was almost lost

from the rapid shaking it had been enduring for the past half-hour. 

the teacher nodded, taking your expression as an urgent need to excuse yourself. you shot up quickly, making the metal feet of your chair scrape along the ground loudly.  the sound reverberated around the classroom, making you cringe before you headed towards the front of the class.

you eventually reached the door, though the awkward silence and paranoia of him being gone followed close behind you. you gabbing the hall pass and fumbled with the rusted knob before finally exiting the stuffy classroom, letting the door slam on its own. you could feel the eyes of your peers during your rush, but the thought of disappointment appearing in his was weighing heavy on your mind.

you dragged your feet down the dull hallway, crop top fitting overly tight and skirt rising against the plush of your thigh. it felt suffocating against your body; like it was trying to squeeze out a different image of who you were. your lips were glossed and sparkly eyeshadow was smeared against your lids, but if he liked it, it was worth it.

he always said loved short skirts, said they were hot. he loved the cheerleaders with their pretty makeup and pouty lips, so it was okay. if he likes them on other girls, he lik them on you.

you finally reached the dim bathroom, flattening out your compressing skirt before taking a breath and entering. you saw his fizzed up curls before anything, as his lanky, nearly pale body faced away from you until it wasn’t.

he took a final drag out of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground, snuffing it out and turning towards you. his brown eyes don’t reach your face, but they heavily rack over your body.

“you look beautiful,” he said, taking his time sauntering over to your rigid form. your nervousness was apparent, and he loved it. as soon as he reached you, his rough hands took their place on your hips, lips finding a place amongst your neck. he quickly snagged a quiet moan from your throat, smirking into your skin as he heard it. 

your face bloomed with a soft smile, shaking hands threatening through his tangled hair. his touch and words were fuel to the burning fire you had for him in your heart, and you could only hope he felt the same. this hadn’t been the first time, and you prayed for it to never be the last.

“you’re so pretty,” he continued on his path down to your chest, picking at the edge of your cropped shirt. “all for me.”

you’d never complain about a compliment from him, but another three word sentence weighed heavier than the ones he’d say to you. if only he realized the way you looked at him wasn’t only with hunger and desperation.

“eddie, wait a sec–“ you pushed him back slightly, interrupting his trail of affection from going any lower. “i just.. i–“

“y-you.. you.. you what?” his tone ws, but still teasing, matching the look in his eyes as he tried to push back towards his previous task. after a huff and a deep breath, you pulled enough courage together to tell it straight.

“i love you.” you whispered, looking up towards his facr to gauge his reaction.

you saw a split second of what looked like shock spread over his features before he covered it with an unreadable expression. all he did was stare at you for a while, not saying anything, seemingly contemplating something. 

after a while, a cocky smirk spread across his features, showing off his sharp canines. his grip tightened around your form and he leaned back down towards your neck, but not before giving you a muffled;

“yeah, it’s somethin’ like that for me too, doll.” you swore you would hear him snicker as he said it, but it didn’t matter in the heat of the moment. 

someone loves me, or so you thought. the idea of him reciprocating the feelings you had for him made your mind fuzzy, ignoring his non-direct response.

“i love you.” you whispered once again, telling him yet again, but also reassuring yourself that the phrase meant something to him. 

he gave a muffled ‘mhm,’ into your rising chest before beginning to slip your shirt above your head, roughly grasping at the exposed skin.

his voice rang around your head, repeating words that weren’t exact to the ones you imagined. it might’ve not been the same, but he wouldn’t be there if he didn’t feel the same, right. 

you nodded at the thought, staring at the dulled tiles on the restrooms walls. 

he thinks you’re pretty, he’s touching you, he’s with you…

he loves you.

girl the amount of second hand embarrassment is astonishing. MF DIDNT EVEN SAY IT BACK LIKE ARE YOU NOT EMBARAAZZZEDDD… THATS EMBAWAZZINGGUGH…

idfk how to feel abt this but if you liked it tyvm and if you didnt dont say that cause i might cry about it

psshh its almost three in the morning let me take my ass to bed

- a coraline thats hopefully still employed by the morning

© dobiemart 2022 — ☆

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things #ur mom lol

[dobiemart]

comfort coward

pairing, william “billy” hargrove, steven “steve” harrington , & edward “eddie” munson x reader (gender neutral)

summary, comfort drabbles w the boys? idk i was tryna focus on trying to write physical touch better so this is kinda a throwaway from the miscellaneous drafts

word count, like two singular words. thats it. (aka 2.2k)

byr, i tried to do diff things for each boy cause i love them so very much (i dont really like the way eddies turned out and billys is the most cliché billy story you’ve probably read like 100 times but have it anyway)

warnings, our boys being lil emos, a lil angsty(?) with comfort, tears being shed, mentions of billy’s past, eddie being insecure ig?, steve being a stressed out mother like always, some silly goofy ahh writing, and me being too lazy to add gifs ahh

— BILLY HARGROVE

you waited for a tapping noise at your window, meaning that billy was below your window chucking pebbles at the glass. he normally gave a warning to his presence, but not tonight. his battered body toppled through the opening ungracefully, while you’d been waiting on the carpet.

he made a b-line to you and held on for what seemed like dear life. his heavy grip on your waist gripped impossibly tighter within the first couple of seconds, and his choked breaths had reached your ears. though his behavior was concerning, you didn’t question his actions, nor did you move away. this hadn’t been the first time he’d done this, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

you cautiously held onto him, gently rubbing small circles on his tensed back. he quietly sniffled as he nuzzled his head into your neck, hiding his flushed skin and teary face from your view. you knew he wouldn’t speak about it right away, so you didn’t push the still sore subject.

“you need anything, bill? some water, maybe? need me to patch you up?” you slightly pulled back to see his face, but his vice-like grip kept you firmly in place. he buried his head deeper into the crook of your neck and slowly shook his head ‘no’ after a slight pause in thought.

just being able to be near you was enough. whether you two were cutting up together, sitting in silence, or a situation like this. moments like this were something special to billy. he was convinced you were his safe space. something he could confide in when his home life got too fiery, or when situations got too real for him.

not only did billy feel safe, william did too. that soft kid inside him who cried when anybody made a comment over his mother, who got worked up everytime he heard neil walk towards his door, who loved you even if he couldn’t show it all the time, got to feel safe.

the secure feeling that washed over him, leading his body to relax in waves. his breath grew steady, his shoulders dropped and the tears stopped flowing. yet, his grip on your waist remained, squeezing like an anaconda trying to subdue it’s prey. he was better, but not good enough to let you go.

his slightly chapped lips moved to brush against the shell of your ear, sputtering out a sound before backing up again.

“thank you..” he huffed out, his voice clearly strained from both yelling and crying. “i mean it. i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

you only squeezed him tighter in response. he didn’t need comforting words, nor any object to make him feel better. he just needed you. just you.

— STEVE HARRINGTON

even in his current worn-out state, steve’s habit of nurturing everyone in sight barely chipped away. if he was exhausted, sleeping could be delayed. somebody needed him more than he needed to be engulfed in his soft bedsheets.

he’d just gotten home from helping dustin remove a stain of god know what out of his favorite shirt, plopping his keys into your holder with a clank. he slid his boots off, along with his pine-coloured family video vest with a weary sigh.

his drowsy legs went into autopilot as they carried him upstairs to your shared bedroom, skipping up a step every few seconds. he waddled into the room like a pregnant penguin, trying to get over to your already resting form and his comfortable bed as soon as possible.

“welcome home, mama,” you started sarcastically, not looking away from the interesting scene taking place in your novel. you already knew he probably looked beat. “the soap and cold water method didn’t work this time?”

he shuffled up to the end of the bed, placing his hands on his hips before answering with a huff. “i don’t even know what type of shit that was, but it wasn’t normal. i had to wash it 4 times! by hand! d’you know how much work that is?” he began to ramble, the annoyance was heavy on his voice as he started pacing where he stood.

you nodded along with what he was spewing about, flipping a page of your book every couple of minutes. you weren’t ignoring the man per say, you weren’t exactly listening to the daily ‘good person’ rage he spoke about almost everyday.

steve always had a heart of gold. he helped whenever he could, no matter what the result would be for him. even after freshly getting off of a shift at the video store, his little dusty bun having a clean shirt was more important than him getting some rest. it warmed your heart to think about how much he cared, but it also made you think about how little he cared for himself.

you took a peek at him over your book before marking it and closing it off, throwing it off to the side. you pushed up on your knees to crawl over to him while still atop your plush bed, eventually reaching out to grab his hand and tugging in order to stop his ranting. his visible relaxation from the small touch was enough to sprout a smile on your face.

“steve, i know you love those kids, but they’re fine now, baby.” you emphasised your statement with a small pat to his hand each time, wanting him to understand that his babies were safe and sound. “max is at home, dustin has his clean clothes, and you already dropped lucas and erica off earlier. they’re fine.”

his tired baby browns finally met yours, dark circles starting to become more evident now that you were getting a good look at him. he looked absolutely miserable, just like a puppy after getting denied its favourite treat.

his body barely resisted before it subdued to your tugging on his arm, flopping his body onto yours. he tried to push up on his elbows, as to not put his weight on your chest, but you were adamant on having him fully relax. so like any reasonable person, you hugged his shoulders and squashed him as close to you as possible.

he was about to protest against crushing you under his weight, but the feeling of his head against your plush chest was just too comfortable. he accepted his peaceful fate quickly, wrapping his arms under you instinctively and releasing a long breath he didn’t know he was holding.

you both rested in silence, enjoying the warmth you brought to each other without needing to speak. you weaved your hands through his moppy hair, scratching his scalp and rubbing the nape of his neck, knowing damn well it put him to sleep almost every time. he grumbled something about needing to change, yet he didn’t move an inch.

he shifted a bit from his place on your chest, trying to get impossibly close and comfortable. he was finally moments away from the peaceful bliss you’d call sleep, but he couldn’t fully rest without giving you a muffled,

“i love you, y/n. s’much.”

— EDDIE MUNSON

you heard eddie groan from his spot at your slightly cluttered desk, clicking his pen repeatedly in annoyance. he finally decided to take a go at studying for mrs. o'donnell's upcoming test, but he just couldn’t focus enough to get anything done.

he tried reading textbooks, old notes he’d stolen borrowed from gareth, and looking over his messily scribbled in worksheets, but nothing was working. none of it made a single ounce of sense and it was quickly frustrating the hell out of him.

“how do you do this shit so easily?” he huffed in your direction, spinning in the seat to see you scribbling away at your quiz review flawlessly. “s’ like a living hell everytime i look at the page.”

if we were being truthful, you barely understood what was going on in that class either. half the time i was filled with pop quizzes and information that would be useless in yout adult years, but actually attending her lengthy lectures helped with retaining enough to pass.

you turned a page of your textbook with a huff before answering him. “well, eds, if you would show up to the class it would be a hell of a lot easier for you.” the attitude within the eye-roll he gave was enough to be felt from miles away.

“you’re such a smartass. y’know that?”

“and you’re a dumbass. did you know that?”

“ouch, babe. have a little mercy,” he smacked a hand over his chest, mocking a whiny tone as he complained over your choice of words.

he let out another huff before turning his attention to his worksheet. he spent a few more minutes blankly staring at the work and scribbling, so you figured he’d found a part he could easily understand. the silence that flooded into the room was comfortable, but a group of small sniffles that flooded in had broken the quiet atmosphere.

the sounds only got louder over time, turning into what sounded like a muffled cry. you figured he was messing with you, either carrying on your previous joke or making noises to break the silence and start up another conversation as he did regularly.

“y’know, eddie, if you don’t wanna do the work that bad you could just–“ you cut yourself off abruptly, one of his ‘fake’ cries sounded a bit too real to you. you looked over to the desk with a confused brow raised, and the sight crumbled your heart like a used napkin.

eddie; for the first time in a long while, was crying.

if it wasn’t obvious before, seeing his shoulders rack with every hushed sob gave it away. he’d obviously been trying to hide his tears from you, not wanting to cause a scene over his emotions.

you stood to your feet and shuffled over to him, scooting over and around clothes scattered across the floor. he must’ve been lost in his thoughts, otherwise he’d protest against you getting up to check on him.

he jumped out of his skin when your hand stilled against his shoulder, barely realizing you were still even in the same room. his tears halted abruptly and he started to rub and scratch his eyes, trying to get rid of any emotional evidence as if his tears weren’t apparent.

you softly snatched his hands from his eyes, trying to comfort him while also calming his nerves as much as possible. he refused to look you in the eyes as you observed his, opting to search for anything around your dimly lit surroundings to focus on.

his hands were dry; a stark contrast to his nearly drenched face. the more you looked at him, the more they gathered in his big eyes. just the feeling of your gaze anywhere near him made him feel better, yet it made him feel worse. it made him feel like he was on top of the world, but it also made him realize how you could do better.

eddie wasn’t the smartest cookie in the box, especially when compared to the multiple advanced classes you attended.

he would’ve never expected a girl like you to want him. not when you could’ve been with a smart jock you could academically relate to in one way or another.

he fixated on the wall as he let his thoughts continue, trying to delay the obvious impending conversation about what was on his mind. the “what if’s” and “but’s” surrounding him got uncomfortably closer as time passed impossibly slower.

you were able to read his lost look rather quickly, taking a fair guess at what thoughts were pushing and shoving their way into his head. though, instead of pressing it, you let go of his large hands and buried one of yours in his hair instead, looping the other around his shoulders.

you wordlessly brought his head towards your chest, placing his ear right against your heart and squeezing him lightly. he let out a shaky breath, apparently one he’d been holding for a while. his arms were around you just as quick as yours were around him, squeezing you at least ten times tighter.

you let the previous silence return to your room refill, just sitting there for a few peaceful moments before deciding to try and comfort him a little further.

“do ya’ wanna know something funny, eds?” he nodded his head into your chest, giving you the sign to continue. “i didn’t do buttfuck anything on that paper. i’ve been doodling stick figures and mushrooms for the past hour and a half.”

you felt his long lashes flutter against the fabric of your shirt, watching as he slowly lifted his head to look at you through squinted eyes. his bright smile was slowly sprouting with each second that passed, causing his crow’s feet to show through his flushed skin.

a breathy laugh came through his nose before he smushed his face into your tummy, gripping impossibly tighter before speaking,

“and i thought i, was the dumbass here. oh how the turns tabled.”

“uh, eddie? it’s actually ‘how the tables have tu–‘“

“hush.”

i broke my damn phone so bad. tears in my eyes shitting crying screaming stomping my feet and kicking somebodys momma in the shin typa bad. i could barely see the words i was writing ihwkwnd thats the excuse

also i finished the umbrella academy on 3 hours of sleep while writing this and all i can say is what the actual fuck is going on up here on this day. cause who and then what then they went where with WHOO??1!1

anygays ill totally get to asks sometime this week maybe possibly most likely not pinky swearing however

likes n reblogs are always appreciated you lovely people

im v v tired and idk what else to put here so gn ily have a good day

- a very hungry cora

© dobiemart 2022 — ☆

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things

[dobiemart]

good looking boy

pairing, kurtis “kurt” kunkle x reader

summary, general n’ relationship headcanons abt kurt that i wrote in the shower cause i get to do what i want

word count, 2.1k

byr, i got a new new job cause sitting on my ass doesn’t pay the netflix subscriptions, so excuse my absence for the past couple of days. PLEAAAAASSEEE IVE BEEN ADJUSTING LET ME LIVE

ill totally answer some asks asap cause i love you sm and i totally wanna write what yall wanna read, just give me a couple of years seconds :)

also i havent watched spree in a good minute and i didnt feel like rewatching it so if mr kunkle is ooc ignore it

(p.s. i wrote this while eating drinking? chocolate vanilla mixed pudding out of a straw. you’re welcome for that information.)

warnings, fluff and nsfw content but no actual smut, swearing, car sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), cockwarming, dry humping, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mentions of murder, one mention of a breeding kink, one mention of pregnancy, one mention of cutting (not sh & very consensual!), one mention of emotional manipulation, kurt being icky wicky but still a cutie

sfw

im kinda shocked that ppl still love kurt but like ME TOO

i cannot stress the fact that kurt is a stalky perv at first enough. the first time you get in his car he instantly saves the footage and uses it for extra curricular activities.

he's genuinely willing to follow you around in his spree. he’ll wait outside for hours in front of any building you go to. the other passengers can wait, right?

he’d totally plug his socials in his regular socially awkward way, but stutters more than usual while he does it. (boooo. tomato tomato tomato tomato.)

along with shoving his socials down your throat, he’ll ask for yours back. even if you don’t give it to him, he’ll find it. he’d know practically everything about you after your first meeting. he has your address, where you go to work/school, what your third favorite meal is, how you did your hair in 2nd grade, etc.

totally tries to flirt with you and miserably fails to the point where it makes you physically cringe multiple times. he probably searched up how to flirt on wikihow a couple minutes before he picked you up.

let's be real here. kurt smells like pennies and bacon grease with the teeny tiniest bit of vape juice and dollar store body spray. his car always smells good, though.

after your first couple of drives, he gets the courage to finally ask you to go out with him. not without stuttering to all hell and having a camera somewhere, of course. it’s quality content for the kurties!

once you say yes and get through the little pre-dating stage, this pervy bitch is the cutest, nastiest, most loveable motherfucker you’ll ever see. buckle up mf

our favorite boy has the same amount of game that a middle school boy would have. you could be years into your relationship and he would still say stuff like “are you lightning? cause’ you could be my queen.” 

his viewers don’t believe he has a girlfriend at all. you really gotta make sure to tell them you aren’t kidnapped or being forced to be in a relationship with him.

brings you everywhere with him, no matter what. he might leave you back in his room when hes filming #TheLesson, but if you wanted to tag along he wouldn’t mind having you there.

he gets sick really easily cause his immune system isn’t immune to dog shit. i swear he’ll be fine one day then sneeze his ass off the next.

calls you the most random damn nicknames you’ll ever see. he’d definitely call you shit like “my little soda pop gummy bear” or “the barbecue to my chili” along with the normal baby and sweetheart stuff. (I SAW A HC THAT HE CALLS YOU HIS FAV KURTIE ONCE AND OMFG IT AIN'T TRUE)

please call him pretty. call him anything, for that matter. if its coming from your mouth, he’d love it. call him trash for all he cares, he’d be your trash anyday (same you lil hottie) <3

im gonna assume he's constantly on tiktok along with every other platform he could possibly be on 24/7. his screen time is a lil too high (same) but what did you expect. on top of that, his volume is constantly on 100 and he doesn’t like wearing headphones, so good luck with that.

kurt is always cold. his body is simply built differently. so instead of you putting your hands under his shirt, he’d put his under yours. (and would totally be offended and take it to heart if you don't want his icicle hands on you.) 

the absolute biggest attention whore ive ever seen. cuddling, hugs, hand holds, kisses, etc. 24/7. literally he’s fine with just being in your presence all day. wha- what do you mean you wanna run errands? who the fuck needs your time when kurie needs it more?

although hes an attention whore, kurt also needs his space and alone time. when he leaves, he leaves for a reason. don’t follow him out, don’t pester him when he gets back. unless you really wanna see why he loves “fuck, marry, kill.” so much. (goofy ahh threat)

you best believe most of the lovey dovey things in your relationship are gonna be streamed and recorded. not absolutely everything but enough to have a couples tiktok account together.

most definitely drops an L bomb during the first couple of weeks. he’s never had someone like you, and he doesn’t wanna let you go either. not that he’d actually let you go, anyway.

very whiny. like he's an actual man child, especially when he’s denied anything. (flashbacks to when you told him he couldn’t stream you doing random shit throughout your day.)

this bitch CANNOT see and i'll stand by that with my life. kurtie wears contacts. once in every blue moon he’ll actually let you see him with his chunky framed glasses on, but don’t post any pictures of him with them. he has a reputation to uphold, y/n!

he forgets to take care of himself all the time. shove him into a good steamy shower and get him to eat something other than a lunchable and can of off brand pepsi.

him getting up to lock his door after his mom walks in on you cuddling for the first time. he probably gets a padlock and a door stopper just to make sure it doesn’t happen again. (giving two middle school kids)

probably has a shrine of things he stole you gave him for whenever you're not there. it’s filled with everything from stuffed animals, to polaroid pictures of you sleeping. you don’t know about it and he’ll probably never tell you where it is.

not only does he giggle while he laughs, the mf snorts and clutches his stomach for dear life. it looks like his entire body is going through a stage 4 earthquake. 

gets into fierce arguments with the 12 year olds he plays with. im talking full screaming matches at ungodly hours of the night. (morning? morning. no it’s night- WAIT-)

“NO YOU’RE ACTUALLY DOGSHIT BRO! YOU LITERALLY DIED BEFORE ME-“

“kurtis. if you yell into that damn mic one more damn time–“

i wouldn’t say he’s incredibly toxic, but kurt can damn well manipulate any situation that he wanted. it’s a common tactic he’s used since he was a kid, and that wont change when it comes to you.

he has a cracked ass phone screen. literally pieces of glass are missing and he thinks it’s completely normal. please get him a screen protector asap

kicks his feet when he lays on his stomach. y'all cannot tell me he doesn't cause i won't listen whatsoever

please tell him to shut the hell up about his damn sub count. genuinely the amount of times he brings up views and likes during the day instead of regular human conversations is concerning. (THERAPY YOUR HONOR THERAPPYYY)

nsfw

kurt is a virgin. you know this, his passengers know this, everybody knows kurtie gets absolutely NO bitches. zero. zilch. damsels? non existent for him. 

he’s never had anybody as intimate as you before you came around, so he's instantly hooked after your first kiss together. 

loud. super loud. volume at 110% typa loud. i just cannot picture him being quiet whatsoever. he has to moan/whine/whimper, so on and so forth. 

him being extremely verbal isn’t always subjected to sexual situations, either. you could give him a quick squeeze on the shoulder and he’d groan super loud over the fact that your hands were on him.

if you're into it, he’s obviously gonna film it. y’know how famous he could get from a sextape, y/n? followers galore. he’d never actually share you though. they can look but they can’t touch.

kurtie likes boobies, but he also likes thighs. he wouldn’t say no to a fat ass, yet tummies are so appealing to him- he likes everything. just the fact that you’re his and he can actually touch any part of you is good for him.

cries when he cums. actually sobs. legitimately starts weeping. is the definition of ‘crying a river.’ its even better when he's overstimulated. (i just want one piece sir)

anotha one of those mfs that loves the idea of breeding, but would absolutely panic if he actually managed to get you pregnant. but then again, he could make a family channel! just think about the views it would rack up–

okay so kurt obviously isn’t the biggest dicked bitch in the neighborhood, but when he learns how to actually use what he’s got the sex is immaculate. jaw dropping, toe curling, has you smiling n giggling at the dinner table typa good.

stop drop and roll, halt, and pause cause imagine cockwarming him in his gaming chair until it’s eventually too much for him to handle, him putting his headset on you and giving you a severe case of wobbly legs.

could and will kill for you without an issue. he’s a scrawny little piece of shit, but man is he strong. mentally and physically. anybody you want, he’d find them for you. would probably also come home covered in blood and wanna give you a hug or some shit. (ew, kurtis.)

bucks his hips into your mouth while you give him head. at first it was an accident, then he realised what he was doing. he totally could stop it but the sounds of you gagging around him make him feel proud of himself.

i feel like he’d like having some music on during sex, but he’ll turn it of midway in the session cause he wants to hear every single sound you make. he can tell how much you’re enjoying it that way.

kurt has totally jacked off while you were in the same room. he especially likes to do it while you're napping in his bed. i 

don’t know why, he doesn’t know why, he just likes to do it.

grips on any and everything in sight and doesn't let go. seriously, you gotta pry him off of you before his nails start digging too hard. 

he blows condom balloons. you cannot look me in the eyes tell me kurtis kunkle hasn’t drawn a face on a blown up condom and given it to a person in his spree

he humps you like an actual bitch in heat. like you could be chill as hell on a random sunday evening and BAM the white man pounces and he’s rutting against you like his damn life depends on it.

he’s probably watched enough porn to know what a little bit of aftercare is, but was super awkward about it the first time. literally grabbed your sweaty body and gave you a side hug with a special high five. 

as much as i'd love to say kurtie is a certified bottom, he could totally dom whenever he wanted to. basically switches as quickly as he did when he told jessie she wasn’t going back to her home anytime soon. 

let's sit up here and be honest. if kurt is eating you out it isn’t for you, its for him. he takes pleasure in stuffing his face between your legs for hours on end. he tries to inconspicuously rut against the bed, but we all know what he’s doing.

imagine flirting with somebody in his spree as a joke, and him being dangerously silent about it until they get out of the car. if you could get a noise complaint from a vehicle, you’re getting one that day. 

literally do anything to him. he’s fine with it. you wanna choke him? sure! you wanna cut him? only if you use the hello kitty blade. you wanna bite him? he's offering several limbs in your direction. 

kurtie babe starts babbling when he gets close enough to cumming, especially when he decides to be talkative. it’ll turn from stable dirty talk to incoherent slurred words. 

when he eventually learns that an awkwardly sweaty side hug doesn’t fit as aftercare, he asks you what you’d like him to do for you. he’s officially maid kurt when it comes down to taking care of your needs.

the bath is ready, with your salts and bath bombs of choice, as well as the tower of bubbles that’ll take forever to go away. a pair of matching onesies and fuzzy socks are ready for both of you to slip into when you’re done soaking.

he falls asleep pretty quick, but he’ll try to stay up most of the time. one time he got into the tub before you and knocked out to the point where he didn’t know where he was when he woke up. 

wsp baby dicks and mama chicks :)

man oh man i havent been able to write anything in forever i was so sad abt it

idk if people still read abt kurt but i personally do and ill read my own shit if i have to

idk what else to put here except for the fact that likes n reblogs are appreciated and my nose is really cold and tysm for reading you hottie mctotties

- cora, the stressed out mother of 5 dog babies

© dobiemart 2022

#kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #spree 2020 #spree movie #joe keery

[dobiemart]

say yes, please?

pairing, edward “eddie” munson x reader

summary, finally, eddie gets down on one knee. and it’s not to tie dustin bun’s shoe.

or

eddster proposing to his beautiful partner (aka you sexy bitch)

word count, 1.9k

byr, i read a fic abt billy loomis proposing and i audibly sobbed at it cause MAN WHYY IS THAT NOT ME IRL RN

“oh yeah ill totally write a story abt kurt tmr!” - my lying ass. it’s literally been a week. istg yall cannot hold me to anything but heres my apology for that fat ass fib

i asked my guy friend what he’d do if he ever proposed to a girl and he was like “id make it somewhat sweet or funny over like rose petals everywhere typa shit” and i said OKKAAYY SIR GET YOU SOME BITCHES OR SMTH

i wrote this while i was half asleep. its pretty messy but it had to get out of my mind asap

bolded italics should be read as thoughts

warnings, fluff, swearing, crying (y’know i gotta add the waterworks), mentions marriage ofc, eddie being a nervous ass baby (maybe ooc? listen, i was sleepy.), nd projection of my need to marry this man immediately in my own quirky way.

eddie munson was a simple, outcast of a man. the proclaimed ‘freak of hawkins,’ reigned  supreme on his throne and took his title as a ritualistic, satanic, demon worshiper with as much pride as people gave him. he was never one to openly care about what people thought of him, unless it was you.

no matter what he did, what bullshit rambles spewed out of his mouth, what atrocious crime he committed, you were there with him. you’d seen him at his worst, best, and in between, yet you didn’t ever leave. and eddie loved you for that.

he could go on and on about how much he loved everything you’ve ever done for him, no matter what it was. his heart swelled whether you brought him a glass of water, kissed his calloused fingertips after his band practice, or gave him a simple, ‘hey, eds!’ when he groggily dragged himself through your shared home.

the lists of reasons to love you could go on forever, and this was the day he’d admit that to you. if everything went according to plan, of cour-

“did you hear me, ed? i asked if you wanted some eggs with your toast,” you asked, clearly oblivious to his thought process. him spacing out wasn’t anything new, but he usually came around sooner. 

he seemingly thought out his answer, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth in the process. he eventually replied with a mumbled, ‘yeah, sure babe.’ before scrambling off to your shared bathroom in a hurry. 

you shook off his jittery attitude as a result of just waking up, and started your venture downstairs to the kitchen without a second thought over the interaction. 

the sounds of him hopping down the stairs were familiar, since he’d been doing it since you moved into a home together. he slid into the kitchen quietly, gripping your waist and thanking you for breakfast with a kiss to the nape of your neck. he gave a small huff as he lifted the fragile plate over your head and shuffled his way to the couch, a.k.a. his dining table. 

this was yet another thing he loved. being able to sit with you wordlessly and do anything he wanted comfortably. he’d lost count of the amount of times you’d laid together in comforting silence and basked in the presence of one another. 

“we should go to that arcade later, babe. ‘s totally abandoned now. i know you’ve been wanting to go,” he started with a mouthful of bread and juice, gesturing with his hands as he commonly did. “plus, it’s free this time. gareth found a way in.” 

he somehow made the offer of breaking into the arcade for a date a bit less illegal sounding, so you agreed. though, you communicated your answer with a simple nod and a smile instead of a full mouth of mauled food. 

only a snippet of a smile was visible on his face before he was off yet again, skipping up two steps in his frenzied state. eddie rushing to go somewhere was a rare occurrence, which fueled your curiosity even more. he was less talkative and was in a hurry, but it’s just your eddie being eddie.

after throwing on a band tee and ruffling his fizzy curls, eddie made sure to rush your beautification process. he shot you a whiney “c’mon babe! it doesn’t take that long,” every couple of seconds, somehow trying to speed up your already scrambling form. 

yet another thing he loves. watching you battle with your hair, debate with yourself on a clothing combo, and see if your samina would allow you to slap some beauty products on. without fail, you’d continue this routine every morning and it would put a smile on his face every single time. 

“alright eddie, just lemme finis-“ “yeah, uh huh, babe. you’re beautiful without it. we gotta go!” he cut you off while grabbing your hand, deciding your half-glossed lips would do. you obviously protested against this, but he was practically dragging you out the door.

he pushed you into the passenger seat with an apologetic kiss on the forehead, and made a mad dash to the driver’s seat. his leg was rapidly bouncing as he started up the van, almost matching the beat of the random metal song he had recently been playing.

though, you still didn’t ask questions. his jittery mannerisms weren’t a rare occurrence, so it wasn't a huge concern. just in case, you placed a gentle hand on his bouncing thigh and enjoyed the ride ahead of you.

---

after an ass-achingly bumpy car ride, you arrived at the beat up arcade on the lower class side of hawkins. it was the one you and eddie would frequent when both attended highschool, which made the nostalgia run through your veins.

grabbing your hand gently, he placed a kiss onto your hand before leading you to an open back entrance. you were glad he’d saved you the hassle of climbing through a window, but the nerves were still there.

“we’ll be fine babe,” he read you like a book, squeezing your hand for comfort. “i can see the gears turning in your head. don’t stress, okay? i got us covered.” 

“alright, eds. i trust you. but i'm telling’ you right now, if there are any spiders in this place—“ he cut off your pending arachnophobic rant with a slight tug, dragging you into the somehow already lit arcade. 

the only word you could use to describe the scene in front of you was woah. the playplace childhood shined its brightly coloured lights with a special fluorescent glow you’d grown to miss seeing. the older video games stayed with their solid black screens, but the claw machines shined amongst anything else.

you looked around in awe, sprouting a small smile before letting go of eddie's hand to roam and get a closer look at everything. his tattooed arm fell by his side with a small ‘thunk,’ yet he didn’t notice.

in his hopefully final moments of just being considered as your ‘boyfriend,’ he finally realized the most important thing about these moments. he wasn’t just loving things about you, he was truly loving you. every moment, every conversation, every look shared, it was all with you. no way would the hell-raising spitfire of hawkins ever get married, but for you, things could be different.

he stared at you from the doorway, reveling in the way simply seeing your childhood building made you this happy. he could stare at you all day, studying each feature of your face as if he’d just met you. though, he did make gareth fix the lighting in this place for a hefty price and a good reason. 

he slid over to an old claw machine when you were occupied, one of those plastic ball containers you’d get a sticky slappy hand out of if you were lucky. he fiddled with the prize slot before sliding a spare quarter into the machine.

the sounds of another machine filled your ears as you turned to see eddie bending over to move the joystick around. he looked giant compared to the tiny toy grabbing game, still towering over it while he was hunched over. the concentration in his doe eyes made your heart swell before the familiar dinging of the machine rang around the building.

“babe, c’mere!” he ushered you over, pushing you in front of the framed metal box and ghosting his hand over your lower back. ”i won you something, dunno what it is though.” 

“oh really? mr. munson finally wins at a game?” you lightly hinted at the fact that he’d never win when you were younger. either that, or he let you win. 

a light pink dusted over his pale, freckled face as you said his last name. hopefully it would be mrs. munson in a second. he coughed his flushed expression off, gesturing to the prize slot of the machine.

“yeah, yeah. check what your prize is already,” he was obviously rushing you, but you still didn’t know why. nobody could really be that eager to see what coloured bouncy ball would reside in the bigger container, so something must’ve been up.

you gave him a slight side eye in confusion before bending down to the metal opening, taking the transparent ball into your palm without peeking at the toy inside first. you shook it around, raising your eyebrow even higher at the unfamiliar rattling sound it gave. 

“huh, i’ve never gotten anything but those cheap sticky hands from these. but i do remember those limited edition lego figures they had at one point,” you babbled to yourself as well as eddie, questioning what could’ve made the noise. his leg bounces as he stood behind you, seemingly impatient about something. 

you eventually ruled down your lengthy guessing process, repeating your childhood rituals for luck. the plastic lid popped open with a quick snap, revealing a delicate, silver ring with your favourite crystal planted straight in the middle of the band. 

it took you a minute to process what you were seeing wasn’t a sick trick your mind was playing on you, slightly faulturing before spinning on your heels to face the only man that could’ve pulled of this wacky declaration of love.

there he was. edward munson, the devious cult leader of hawkins, down on one knee. he was still slightly trembling, with an even shakier smile growing on his face.

“well,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “y’know i'm not exactly great with speeches, but uh– say yes, please?”

as much as you tried, you couldn’t respond to him. you damn near fell to your knees and latched onto him, still gripping onto the container for dear life. no way this shit was actually happening.

he almost fell over from the force you threw yourself onto him with. his contagious laugh rang around the arcade, matching the joyful energy of the lighting. he wrapped an arm around your waist and slid back, sitting down comfortably with you hanging onto him like a koala. 

it felt like you were sitting there for an eternity with him, clinging onto him like it was the last time you’d be able to touch him. he slightly pushed you back a couple times, just to make sure you didn’t choke him out. your sniffles drowned out into his neck as you both still sat. 

“if you aren’t gonna say anything, i’m gonna take that as a yes.” he chortled as you finally pulled away, getting a full glimpse at your post ugly crying face.  

“of fucking course, eddie!” you semi-yelled at the man in front of you, giving him a soft slap on the chest. “is that what you were wigging out about all day?” 

“was it that noticeable? there’s no way. i’m literally a master at acting normal, babe.” he replied, still giving you small laughs between words. he slid his large palm into yours, stealing the small container and its contents. he carefully removed the ring he’d hand picked for you and put it on your left ring finger, placing a quick kiss over the crystal. 

you wobbly stood up, resembling bambi when he slid across the ice. you sniffled a bit more before slightly wiping under your nose and eyes, oblivious to the amount of tears and snot you released during the hug.

“y’know, you didn’t ask me properly, eddie.” you lightly joked while looking down at your now ringed hand, the love of your life’s hand adorning yours. “that’s very unprofessional of you, mr. munson.”

his smile grew impossibly wider, pushing back on one knee almost effortlessly. he dramatically sighed and placed a hand on his heart, before starting his true eddie monologue.

“would you, y/n l/n, make me the happiness dungeon master in the world and marry me?”

pov youre me waltzing back in after missing annotherr week of not writing buttfuck nothing.. naw cause HOW HAS IT BEEN A WEEK ALREADY-

anyways this might not be great but i thought it was cute and yeah

ur likes and reblogs are always appreciated my loves (i really need friends n shit so like talk to me rn please and thanks)

- a still sleep deprived coraline

© dobiemart 2022

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #joseph quinn

[dobiemart]

Gives you a kiss bc i lov you

gives you a fatter kiss because i love you more

[dobiemart]

the best boy

pairing, eddie munson x reader

summary, quick drabble abt eddie and his silly goose ass love for a pet name

word count, 741. a short one if you will

byr, *strolls in* hey!! hey.. how y’all doin….?

ik its been a couple of days since we last shared a moment of simpy stories together but im coming back bestie baes

warnings, swearing (once), use of “good boy”, pet names, fluffy and kinda domestic-y typa energy, and eddie prob being ooc but i dont care let ya girl dream.

you started your short venture to the kitchen from eddie’s messy room, fuzzy sock adorned feet contrasting against the cool floors of the trailer. as you inched closer to the ‘chow room’ as eddie would say, you noticed he was already perched on the counter.

he was sat calmly atop the surface, scribbling notes to put on the fridge and probably getting a pop tart to warm up before he wandered back to you. his tongue stuck out in concentration while he wrote, a habit he’d had since he was a kid. the expression never fails to put a smile on your face, regardless of the circumstances.

he acknowledged you by giving you a quick smile and a muttered, ‘hey babe,’ so he didn’t lose focus of his notes. he knew damn well he’d get sidetracked if he gave you the usual over the top welcoming, so he stuck with the basics for now.

understanding his quick greeting, you gave him a kiss on his cheek, giggling softly at the red hue already replacing his usual pale one. no matter what, type of touch it was he’d always get flushed. big or small, a simple kiss or a bear hug, he was always grateful for the affection you’d shower him in.

moving out of his way, you quietly shuffled to the side for a snack, opting on a can of pringles eddie had already dismantled half of. leave it up to eddie to absotutely demolish half a can then forget about it for months. though, you couldn’t say your track record was any better.

taking your crunchy snack, you wandered to the living room since the sofa looked oddly comfortable. plopping down on the spring-filled seat, you quickly opened the container of chips and dug right in. these were just too good to wait for.

ed didn’t take very long after you started snacking, following wherever you went he normally did. his lost puppy mannerisms were a regular thing now, never really being away from you all that much. your presence grounded him. it made him feel safe, and if his baby wasn’t going, he wasn’t going. period.

flopping down beside you, he grabbed a few chips from the container and shoved them into his mouth. not necessarily in the most graceful way, but whatever. you quickly popped him with the can as he laughed at your astonished expression.

“ow! babe, y’know that’s metal or something— shit hurts.” he groaned out dramatically, holding his hand over the non existent injury on his shoulder. “oh hush, you big baby. can you hand me the lid, please?” you quickly shot back at him, needing to make sure none of your precious babies were stolen again.

‘your big baby,’ he muttered under his breath as he reached a lanky arm towards the coffee table, snatching the plastic covering. quickly spinning back in your direction, he handed it to you with a soft smile. “good boy eds, thank you.” you replied while capping off your tasty snacks for later.

he froze, arm staying up in the same position it had been in when he gave you the lid. did you- did you just- did he hear you right? was vecna popping up again? what even-

“eddie? are you okay?” you asked while giving him a confused look as he stayed with his hand in the air with a shocked look spreading across his features.

he slowly looked over at you, those big browns practically gazing into your soul before he toppled over you. his grip on your body never faltered as he pulled you into a near bone-crushing hug. he’d heard you say it the first time, but hearing it again was necessary.

“wha’ did you just say, baby?”

“i said thanks for handing me the lid, eddie-”

“yeah, yeah– but you called me something after.”

you gave him a head tilt and and eyebrow raise, not understanding what he was hinting at for a couple of seconds. running back the conversation in your mind, you realized the certain nickname had popped up in the midst of your gratitude.

“oh? you like being called a good boy?”

his lips spread, showing the goofy smile you’d grown to adore flooding onto his face. if that wasn’t a clear answer to your question you didn’t know what was.

“am i really? y’really think so, y/n?”

“of course, eddie. my good boy. the best boy, if i must.”

pov you’re me waltzing back in like i didnt miss posting for like a week lmaosjbfkd

ANNNYYWAAYYSS i wrote this at like 2am and didn’t get around to finishing it until like 4-ish so if it has mistakes, you don’t see them.

i might post a kurt kunkle story tomorrow because im entering my kurtie era again but we shall see

all your silly lil likes and goofy lil reblogs are appreciated v v much

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you

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HEELLLOOO THIS WAS SO GOOD??!!?

Bikes (B.H)

Warning(s); Possessive Billy,threatening, spit kink?, casual dominance,daddy kink.

Pairing(s); Biker! Billy Hargrove x Girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; you join Billy for a meet up and one of his “friends” makes too many jokes.

A/n; this came from thots with myth ( @toomanybandstocare ) ANYWYA

Billy slid to a stop in front of the small bar the group decided to meet up at, it wasn’t your first time tagging along. Billy carefully kicked down the stand and leaned the bike over unhooking his helmet and sitting it on one of the handle bars. He stepped over it and turned around to you “you alright?” He asked tilting your head up to unhook your helmet. “Mhm, you okay?” Billy chuckled and nodded.

Billy sat your helmet down and ran his fingers through your hair fixing the fly aways. You whined and Billy shook his head chuckling as he bent down to peck your lips. “So needy” he teased booping your nose. You climbed off the bike and Billy wrapped a arm around your waist and the pair of you walked inside.

You smiled seeing the black fuzzy curls at the bar and jump on Eddie’s back the second you’re close enough. “Oh- shit. Hey dove” he slips his hand around your waist and tugs you into a hug. “How’ve you been?” He asked and you smile “I’ve been good, you? How’s your little dnd club?” You’ve moved back into Billy’s hold now.

Soon the whole group is there and the few of you move to a table. One of the men in the group jokes and pats his lap saying for you to sit. You shoot him a disgusted look before Billy pipes up “mhm, baby come sit with daddy” he waves you over and open his arm for you as you settle down onto his thigh. You and Eddie sit and talk about how his uncles shop is doing and about the cars he’s worked on lately.

“Yeah, there’s this girl who shows up every few days complaining about her car but I think she just likes Wayne” you smile “Awh. How cute.” Eddie nods “I’m trying to nudge him but you know how he is” you nod. Billy’s fingers tap you cheek and you turn back to him and he holds a a French fry up for you to eat.

“How’s school?” One of them ask and you shrug “it’s alright, one of my teachers is a pain in my ass.” You explained. The same guy from earlier pipes up again “you don’t like that?” It was another no hit joke. You felt Billy’s hold tighten on you and drag you back to his chest,you could feel how tensed he was.

“Why, do you?” You shot back and the man went quiet for a minute “your mother must’ve given you that attitude” he commented and you smiled. “She did, my dad however showed me how to break a guys nose so unless you want to be on the bad end of that i’d shut the fuck up.” You bit out and the mans eyes went wide.

“Get your bitch in control” he commented and Billy chuckled “why? Scared she’ll bite?” He pushed and you snapped your teeth at him making the rest of the table laugh at his expense. He seemed to stay quiet after that unless spoken to but he kept his eyes glowering towards you.

Eventually your social battery was ran out and you leaned back into Billy’s chest. “Getting sleepy Babybug?” You hummed and glanced down at the floor. “Oo! A penny” you leaned down to pick it up, Billy’s arm tightened around your waist his other hand going to cover the edge of the table while you sat back up. “It means good luck” you said and he smiled at you. “Mhm, it does.” He agreed and you flipped the coin in your fingers.

“You wanna lay down?” Eddie asked and slid down the booth more to give you enough room. You glanced back at Billy and he nodded sliding you off his lap and onto the red leather next to him. You situated yourself your head in Billy’s lap and your feet dangled off Eddie’s legs. His ringed fingers brushing over your ankle and up your legs every few minutes while you listened to the men talk.

You enjoyed the feeling of Billy’s hands combing through your hair but it was putting you to sleep. You only seemed to snap to when Billy tapped your cheek and bent down, he tugged at your lips and you open your mouth. Soon it was filled with cold soda and you giggled as he pecked your lips afterwards.

“Good girl” he praised and pecked your lips once more. “Hey, me and Eddie are gonna go out for a cig, you gonna come?” You nod. Billy slid out before you and then Eddie, you followed behind them almost like a puppy on a leash as they walked around to the ash tray attached to Eddie’s bike.

Billy passed you his lighter while he dug out a cig and sat it between his lips you cupped your hands around the lighter as you lit it. The fire connecting to his cig before you turned to Eddie to do the same. “Thank you pretty girl” he patted your head and you smiled brightly.

“I want one” you whined “no.” Billy stated plainly and you huffed eddie grabbed a hold of your jaw turning your head to him. “Good girls don’t smoke, you’re a good girl aren’t you love?” You nodded and he smiled “then don’t argue. Be a good girl” you nodded your cheeks turning pink as you moved to lean into Billy’s chest.

You spaced out as the two men talked “daddy M’tired” you said sitting your chin on Billy’s chest as you looked up at him. “Yeah? Getting sleepy baby?” You nodded and he pecked your lips. “Go grab daddy’s jacket for him.” You nodded and left back inside the bar. Your fingers gripped onto the leather jacket “you leavin?” One of them asked and you nodded “I’m sleepy” the men all chuckled and mumble farewells.

You handed billy his jacket and Eddie opened his arms for you. The pair of you hugged tightly for a few minutes “now, you do good with this college shit alright?” You nodded and he kissed your head. “Atta girl” you picked up your helmet and Billy clipped it in place as you settled on his bike. He got settled and kicked the stand up you settling your hands around his waist as the bike thrummed to life. “Ready?” He asked “yeah, you ready?” Billy smiled and nodded before backing the bike up and taking off back towards home.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hagrove #stranger things x reader #stranger things #nsfw

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eddie saving up money to buy you replicas of his rings just because you said you liked them

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pretty girl

pairing, steven “steve” harrington x reader

summary, y/n goes to the pharmacy to fix her monthly problem, but when she encounters steve and the boys during a troubled moment, will she fix theirs as well?

or

y/n saving steve (and his kiddo’s) asses

word count, 2.4k

byr, i literally said “bro remember that pharmacy scene from it? yeah yeah what if i wrote that for steve instead?” and this was the result

im back on my steve shit and i’ve decided he needs more attention because he doesn’t get enough despite the millions of people that love him and i put that on jesus christs name amen.

and again tysm for all the love on my stories yall had me kicking my feet yesterday ong

warnings, vaguely(?) detailed injuries, swearing, medical stuff??, creepy/pervy pharmacist, mentions of periods, bickering, flirting (reader and icky pharmacists), steve being a stressed out mama and our dusty bun being hurt.

you strolled through the almost vacant, chilly pharmacy, without many things in your mind. you were on a mission. get the pads, get all the snacks you could buy with 15 bucks, and get your ass out of there as soon as humanly possible.

you lazily dragged your feet against the dirty carpeted floor, eventually reaching the dreaded isle, feasting your gaze on the wide selection of feminine products the shelf stocked. it was surprisingly stocked with slightly damp cardboard, and the fact that the health department cared this much was slightly heartwarming.

after scanning for copious amounts of seconds, you locked your eyes desired box of extra strength and extra absorbent tampax, you gave a hefty sigh as your fingertips brushed over the cheap cardboard, picking it up with a scoff and a, “yeah, you’ll do.”

as soon as you grabbed the pack of beloved absorbent cotton, your stride to the row of sugar lined on the shelves was interrupted by the nagging tone of the door’s bell sung to you as multiple footsteps toppled in.

“dude, move—” “no, you move!” “you’re hurting me- watch the shoulder! watch it!” multiple voices could be heard from the front of the store, a few isles infront of where you were. you weren’t particularly keen to listen into people's conversations, but it did sound interesting.

rustling and grunting was heard from the isle directly in front of you after a few seconds, as well as more banter from the strangers. “okay– all this’ll be fine to use, for now at least.” one of the boys said, presumably sounding younger. “do we even have the money for all that?” another young voice said. a short period of silence falling over the store after that one, the calm, generic seasonal music being audible once again.

“holy shit- i forgot my wallet!” a somewhat familiar sounding man stated after, an obvious lower tone in his voice. “you forgot what!” both of the younger kids said in unison. a small giggle came from your mouth, but you quickly stopped it, as to not alarm them that you were listening.

needing a bit more information in the situation, you slyly walked over to the end of the isle, peeking over when you accidentally knocked a bottle of acetone over, making all three of the guys shoot their gazes over to you.

there stood the guys in all their glory; lucas sinclair with his arms overflowing with medical supplies, dustin henderson whose bloodied shoulder did not look so hot, and none other than steve harrington, forever and always looking like your typical, stressed out mother of 6, standing with his hands on his hips.

you pushed yourself out from the side and stared at them like a deer in headlights, while they were doing the same. nobody spoke up, nor did anyone blink. everyone was practicing cosplaying as statues, with steve being the first to snap out of it.

“you okay?” he cautiously asked as you too eventually snapped out of the shocked state you were in, quickly leaning over to pick up the grounded acidic chemical.

“yeah— yeah. ‘m fine. is he okay?” you replied after picking up the item and returning your gaze to dustin's shoulder yet again. it looked as if a bears’ claws had ripped his skin to the white meat, along with having some grudge against his blush pink shirt.

“it’s none of your busin—“ lucas interjected before getting cut off by the injured boy. “i got attacked by a goose,” he blurts out quickly. “yeah.. i was trying to give them some food and mama didn’t like that very much, as you could see.” he further explained with a toothless grin and small laugh.

“oh.. okay..?” you replied with an obvious tone filled with doubt, your eyes also squinting in question. but, if the boy said it was a goose, it was a goose. you had no room to judge nor question him. plus, geese could be some mean motherfu—

“we were just- in a small.. accident. we gotta get him cleaned up, but i forgot my wallet at home and these knuckleheads are short on funds, too.” the oldest male added himself into the conversation again, recollecting his spot as the first to acknowledge you while slightly shoving both of the younger boys’ heads.

as you looked closer at dustins’ gash, you’d figured there was no way he could roam the streets without it getting infected the second he walked out of here. the air in hawkins could get you sick if you breathed wrong, so you made a split second decision off the top of your head.

“stay right here. i'll get you your shit, but you gotta run when he's not looking.” you leaned closer to them, whispering loud enough for just them to hear. “what?! the hell are you about to go do?” lucas whisper-yelled back at you.

“do you want the boy to bleed out or not,” you replied harshly, wishing you’d just picked up your snacks and hauled ass back home. all three of them nodded quickly at the swap of your tone and you gave a single nod back, smoothing out your clothes and heading to the front desk.

you slightly pulled your top down, exposing the slightest bit of your bust as you sauntered up to the older pharmacist that was on his shift. giving him a bright smile and doe-like eyes as you locked gazes with him, slightly pulling your bottom lip with your top row of teeth.

“mr. keene! it’s so lovely to see you again.” you greeted with a sultry tone, dropping your voice to make it lower. “how’ve you been?”

“better now that you’re here, sweetheart. you look.. mature, as always,” he replied while shooting his eyes down to the valley of your breasts and back up before his gaze could linger. the glimmer in his eyes was sickening as he practically drooled from a simple question.

“well, thank you. you’re very kind, sir.” you mocked a surprised gasp, clasping a hand over your chest to continue to sell the act of purity and innocence to him.

“have i ever told you how much i love your hair? it makes you look just like tom cruise,” you said, leaning over the counter to give him a closer look to your bust, hoping and praying it would deter the man a little more.

“well,” he huffed out with a breathy laugh, slightly ruffling the greasy mop of remaining hair he had, “i don’t know about all that now, missy.” giving a slight chuckle after the statement.

“can i feel it? just once, it’ll only take a second. i promise.” you said while tutting your lip out, giving him the biggest, childlike puppy dog eyes you could muster up.

he gave a choked cough, ultimately replying with a small ‘sure,’ before leaning forward as well, giving you easier access to his drenched hair. it looked gross, and you could only imagine how horrendous it would feel beneath your fingertips.

as you pretended to reach out, you purposely aimed low as to strike the rack of cigarettes in your path instead. you’d totally thank yourself later for dodging that huge bullet and not having to steal disinfectant for your hands, too.

“shit! i’m so sorry, mr. keene, i didn’t mean to—“ you murmured out, giving him a forged impression of sympathy on your face as an addition to your apology.

“‘s okay.” he huffed out, bending over to start picking up the dropped packs of cancerous smokes. as he knelt, you quickly looked over your shoulder and signaled for the boys to leave.

turning your head back to the counter to make sure the older man wasn’t finished, you quietly slid a pack into your pants pocket before shifting back to watching mr. keene. a tiny smirk had sprouted and started to blossom on your face.

“steve! let’s go, dude!” you heard dustin usher the older guy in a quiet panic. “he's staring at the pretty girl that helped us,” lucas exaggerated his sigh, trying to pull steve out along with dustin. “psShh- did you just say ‘that pretty girl,” sinclair?! that pretty girl is y/n l/n! the prettiest girl i’ve ever fuckin’ seen at that,“ he drags on about her without noticing the precious time he was wasting.

you quickly chucked the pack of pads that had been resting on the stained countertop directly at steve's face. a clear sign for him to ‘get the fuck out!’ of the store. you tried your hardest not to chortle and burst out into giggles at the shocked expression sprouting across his features. he looked cute when he was surprised.

he caught them after they’d bounced off of his nose, still adorning that same expression with a small ‘o’ forming at his lips. he finally took the hint to run off with his boys, banging his back against the metal shelf before shuffling out quickly, along with the bell of the door repeating it’s irritating noise.

you gave one more quick glance at the man still kneeling at the ground, deciding to book it out the door as well. backing up slowly, you stepped far enough from the counter for your footsteps to not be very loud against the carpet. grabbing a quick pack of band aids, you turned around and ran out of the door, smirking even wider for actually getting away with this stupid plan.

hearing the bell above the door singing it’s sad song for the last time, you slowly rounded the corner to hear the voices bickering yet again.

“dude! that fuckin’ hurts!” “watch the language, dusty bun,” “can you let that go, steven-“ “can you both shut up?! or do you want him to actually die like that girl said–“ “THAT GIRL??!-“

you heard steve’s parental-like voice starting to ramble again as you fully rounded the corner, seeing them slumped on the side of the pharmacy’s wall.

they all looked at you with a similar expression as you walked closer, one that you didn’t really care to read that much. your mission had already been altered with another task. get the pads, check. get all the snacks you could buy with–, shit! how did you forget the damn snacks?! jesus h. christ, y/n. and get your ass out of there as soon as humanly possible. well, almost check.

you shuffled over to the boys and held out the box of carebear band aids you’d picked up without a second glance to lucas, who took them without words, but a small nod in thanks.

“here. for his cut. carebears fix everything, with their whole ‘power of positivity’ shebang, y’know?” you explained with a quick shrug, scanning your eyes over the small gash on his forehead that had started to open up again from how much he’d been looking up at you.

“thanks, for all of this. you really didn't have to pull that for us,” steve babbled out his gratitude, starting his mindless ranting yet again. did he always do that? or was it just around you? he’d been just fine talking to the younger guys.

“it’s really no problem. your buddy would’ve gotten a gnarly infection without it. plus, it’s not like you don't owe me for this.” you replied in an obvious tone, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you spoke.

“wh– oh! of course! obviously i owe you, big time. just let me know whenever you need something,” he continued his ramble, softly gesturing with his hands as he spoke. his face grew a soft pink hue as your eyes met his, only growing brighter when you talked back to him.

“cool. oh, by the way, i’m—“ “l/n. youre l/n.. right?” steve quickly cut you off, reciting your own last name to you and trying to pretend like he didn't just break into your sentence.

you gave a breathy laugh at his bright red complexion, ignoring the fact that he’d already known your name since hawkins wasn’t a very large town. “well, i’m y/n, actually, but the last name works too, harrington.” you replied to him with a small smile. he was cute when he was nervous.

“yeah– yeah i knew that,” he replies with a growing smile too. you two were practically lost in your own little moment before dustin interjected with his own sassy comment to break you two’s monologue up.

“sorry to ruin your ‘perfect movie moment’” he brought up his hands and scrunched his fingers in air quotations, slightly huffing as his shoulder blade moved, “but, i have a hot date with suzie to get to. so if we could hurry this up, that would be great.” the boy ushered at you and steve, as well as lucas to get him to hurry.

“of course. i’ll get out of your–“ pausing for a second, you motioned your hand to steve’s tousled locs that had obviously seen better times. thought, he still looked fine, dare you say finer with his usually upkept hair messed up and all over the place. “..hair. now. don’t forget about our deal, harrington.” you added while sliding your hands into your pockets.

his hands quickly shot up to try and fix the mess atop his head. “i’d never dream of it, l/n.” he shot back, a grin still spreading on his face as his hands stopped their work. you gave a curt nod before turning on your heels and starting your journey back home. you’d made it 3 steps away before steve’s voice interrupted you yet again.

“hey! uh– we’re gonna be at the drive in tomorrow, if you’d wanna come..?” he cautiously asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might've had. you were practically strangers, minus knowing names. “you don’t have to, of course. i don’t wanna push you into anythi–“

“sure thing,” you tried to nicely cut through his rambles, just so you wouldn’t have to stand there for another hour listening. “you could repay me there. take me as a date, yeah?” you shot back, steve having to do a double take of what you said at least 3 times before he came back down to earth.

“wh- yeah- i, uh– sure, obviously,” he tried to come up with a logical response and failed multiple times. after he realized how much he was going on about, he quickly looked down and scratched the back of his neck. you laughed at his antics and spun around once again, starting your walk back up.

“see you at 7?!” he yelled once more from behind your back. though, you didn’t turn back around, nor stop at that point. you kept on walking with your hands in your pockets, slightly looked over your shoulder, and shot him a sultry,

“yeah, harrington. see you at 7.”

thaasa wrap bestie baes and she theys

i whipped this up in a couple hours last night while i was watching it because that movie is yummalishous and i love patrick so it needed to be watched 

ive been popping these fics out of my ass bro LMAOO its crazy so expect that eddie one i promised sometime tomorrow

thank you sm again for all the love yall give me on these goofy ahh stories, i SCREAMED when i woke up and saw all the notifications fjsdkfsfsd

as always your likes and reblogs are alllwayyss appreciated 

andd if any of yall smexy mfs wanna like hop into my messages you can or wtv (ahaha please be my friend im lonely)

-corie :)

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#— i will not write anything incest/step sibling, pedophilia, rape/cnc, self harm, scat/piss, or domestic violence/abuse related.

#— pls remember im one lazy girl writing fictional stories in her bed so request take time to write, edit, and publish

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barely ever updated

billy hargrove

• n/a

eddie munson

• wet dreamz

• the best boy

jonathan byers

• n/a

steve harrington

• wet dreamz

• pretty girl

peter ballard

• wet dreamz

• meant to be

poly! steddie

• n/a

kurt kunkle

• n/a

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i love; music, pretty girls, the 2010's, tv girl, trolling, etcetc

i hate; a ugly big back hoe, a sassy nigga, 3d movies, banana bread, ppl

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abt me. 

rules.

masterlist.

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wet dreamz

pairing, edward “eddie” munson, steven “steve” harrington, & peter ballard, henry creel, or 001 x reader (non poly)

summary, general n’ relationship headcanons about the stranger things boys for girlfriends day because i love them so much and want need all of them to marry me.

word count, a lot lmao

byr, ty for all the love on my last peter story!!

im pretty sure i actually cried over the amount of people that actually liked it and enjoyed reading it so thank all of you lovely babes <33

also, can y’all tell these are my big three hahabdnxjshd andd theres an eddie fic coming up next so stay tuned for that

warnings, fluff and nsfw content but no actual smut, swearing, descriptions of body shapes, mentions of voyeurism, oral sex (m and f receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, breeding kink, cum eating, dry humping (?), slapping, teasing, jealous sex, mentions of squirting, biting/marking, and this being overall filthy with some fine ass men to back it up. no, im not sorry either.

eddie “the freak” munson

sfw

this man really is genuinely a sweetheart.

his uncle raised him incredibly right and he respects everybody for who they are (minus those who chose to toss balls into laundry baskets, of course. it’s what’s killing the kids!)

hes a 10 but cannot cook shit but lukewarm water and pb n j’s. however, he’d try his hardest to make you something to eat if you were hungry.

for my beautiful ladies of color that wear their bonnets without a care, hes snatching it off and will take his ass whooping with pride.

i actually think he takes pretty decent care of his curls, minus a few frizzy clumps and knots. but he washes it with the same 10 in 1 body wash he uses for everything.

yes, eddie is loud and dramatic. no, he does not care. yes, you do love him for it, and no, you will not ever ask him to change cause thats simply who he is.

eddie is super clumsy on his ass every couple of minutes, resulting in you playing nurse and many kiddy bandaids being scattered around his arms and legs.

rubs your lotions, oils, coco butter, and creams onto your skin simply because he loves touching you. and maybe grabbing a handful of that ass- i mean- personality! yeah.

as eddie lovers, we cannot stress this enough. EDWARD MUNSON READS OUT LOUD AND HE WILL READ TO YOU. he has and will forever read you stupid ads from the newspaper to make you smile early in the morning.

he constantly nags you wear his chunky ass rings just to smile like an idiot when they easily slide off your fingers.

eddie loses shit constantly and does the standard spin in a circle and pat your pockets move until he remembers where he put it. and him doing his tongue thing the whole time. (hes so cute please)

though i love this man so much, but i just know he chews with his mouth wide open half the time without even realizing hes doing it.

cleaning up eddie’s room while youre with him just for him to throw some shit on the floor two seconds later and says a simple “what? did i do somethin’ wrong, babe?” when you give him the ‘go get my church belt.’ look.

it doesnt matter if youre shorter, taller, or the same height as him. eddie is stuffing his face in them tibbies when you hug. big or small, flappy or tippy tappy. hes getting a face full without any shame.

speaking of hugs, eddie really reminds me of a puppy in so many ways. he’d sit for a while and let you cuddle up on him, maybe falling asleep if he’s tired enough, but if not, you’d have to switch positions or he’d get up dance around with you if he was his usual ball of energy.

code switches from a grown man to whiney baby when you deny him affection in any type of way. you rejected a kiss ONE TIME and have never tried to pull that shit ever again.

you have to force him to take off that damn hellfire shirt cause he will live laugh love in that fucker until the day he… well… y’know. haha. (still too soon??)

nsfw

i just wanna get this shit out of the way first, edward ja‘quaviontavious munson would fake bang you every single time you bent down to get something. i do not care, eddie stans make the rules. it doesn't matter where you are either. man will grab your hips and slam his into that ass so quick, groaning dramatically while he does it.

on that note, eddie is a simple man. he likes a nice booty, but he also likes a titty or two. then again, he’d never turn down a thigh and tummy special. mf likes EVERY PART of his meal.

he gives switch energy but i really always lean towards a service dom or subby top typa eddie cause pspspspspsps i love him sm.

it does not fucking matter what you look like, what youre wearing, if your makeup and hair is done or not. eddie will get a piece of you whenever he can.

fantasizes about fucking you in the club room on his throne, sometimes with steve watching. (its up to YYYOUUU if you take him up on that you lil nasty freaky bi-)

eddie loves eating you out. when i say LOVES, I MEAN THIS MAN COULD GO AT IT FOR HOURSS ON EEENNDDUGH. 110% gets pussy-drunk too. but you could just give him one more, right baby?

has a thing for your nails scratching behind his ears/the back of his neck, also likes having his neck sucked on and will wear his hickies like a new name brand necklace.

he’s creamed in his boxers once or twice or maybe a couple more times from you grinding on him through his jeans while you made out.

ok ok but his exhuming bottom energy tells me that he’d babble so much while you were riding him. gives very much “you feel s’good baby, please,” and “oh- holy shit, baby! im so-o fucking deep-“ yada yada please fuck me sir and so on.

from the many of pornos hes seen, he’ll look over them and try to learn how to make you squirt. did it work? we’ll never know. (yea.. it did.)

grips onto the bedsheets instead of your hair when you give him head, as to not ruin your hours of precious work you did on your hair the previous night.

but when hes on his dommy wommy shit he loves to have a hand around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly and digging the cold metal of his jewelry into your neck.

wear that damn hellfire shirt and see what happens. if you wanna risk never walking again, do it, bestfriend. (but lets be honest, we’d all snatch up the opportunity to be with that raggedy ass white man ANYDAY.)

along with eddie being the sweetest boy ever, hes the sweetest after sex. he’ll get you whatever you need/want without as much as an inch of hesitation. he's always clingier afterwards, too. so give up any plans you had for that day cause it's time for hours of cuddles with our boy.

steve “the hair” harrington

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also one hell of a sweetheart.

cooks, cleans, takes care of his kids, works, and is a certified baby daddy AND mother all at the same time. mf if you dont just put a ring on him already-

would tie your shoes for you. thats all. thats it. thats a wrap.

he cannot go anywhere without at LEAST two cups of coffee. a mother needs her morning newspaper and her happy juice to feel sane.

random asf but i feel like he has a juicer and will make the most god awful combinations and make you tru them with him haHAHAHHD

buys absolutely anything you want the second you lay a singular eye on it. (woah, y/n.. why are you looking directly at that ring?)

is the typa guy to bring you a new bouquet of flowers every week and would probably eventually get a job there with robin cause of how much he's there anyway.

steve has spidey senses. if theres a mood switch hes gonna know so simply let him cuddle you and hold you and never let you go.

kisses your hands, especially your ring finger. just to make sure you know he’ll eventually make you his forever.

hes the little spoon half the time. i do NOT make these rules y'all it's simply just the truth.

multitasking all the time. he’ll be talking to you and scribbling over the questions dustin got wrong for his english homework, all while making dinner for you two.

steve totally calls you at the video store and twirls the phone cord while he's talking. (robin will never let that shit go. EVER.)

he likes baking in the winter just to sit by the fire with the warm cookies and a contrast of cold milk. also cause winter time cuddles are the best type of cuddles.

mr. harrington as 2 rules in his car. no making chewbacca noises for dustin, and he always has to have a hand holding yours or on your thigh while he drives. (he’ll die without it, y’know.)

has a candy stash he will never tell anybody about, including you until you’re trusted to not take it all.

dies when you play with his hair. ABSOLUTELY dies. man is a tomato. hes R E D. NEON red at that.

again, i love steve so much, but he gives lactose intolerant energy IMSOSORRY

he has delectable taste in music. you get that blondie, bowie, beetles, etc.

stevie knows how to do hair and knows how to do it damn well. oh you want twists? go ahead and get cha pillow, baby. you want braids? hol’ on let me get my comb so we can get to sectioning. you want the normal fro? gir- if you go out with half yo damn head flat he’s finna have a fit.

he gradually moves everything in your room to his house and pretends like he doesn't know why it's at his now.

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dear lord jesus we’re sinning in the church WE’RE SINNING IN THE DAMN CHURCH.

softest dom in the history of dommingly domming until hes jealous or stressed. we see why yall mfs had six lil’ nuggets after that.

100% loves giving head too. another mf that gets pussy-drunk quick as hell and also babbles while receiving.

does not particularly like hurting you, but a slap or two on that ass wont hurt THAT bad, right? a bite here and there can't be too terrible..

two works. BREEDER. BALLS. also has a fat ass breeding kink and will absolutely pull out the “c’mon baby, please? jus’ wanna see you big and round with my babies- fuckin’ god, imagine your tits- please lemme fill you up,” just to be able to cum in you.

steve absolutely adores your thighs and would happily die between them. he’d also drag his fingertips over your stretch marks whenever he was particularly keen on getting his face in between your legs.

getting plowed in the video store bathroom and on the front counter after they close tee hee

will never admit it, but after one too many orgasms he WILL cry from overstimulation. just imagine the pretty, hot tears running from his eyes while you bounce on him.

hand marks on your hips from how hard he grabs you, practically urging you to cum early.

loves to see your face in missionary n would bury his face in your neck when hes about to cum.

would eat his cum out of you and i simply stand by that. putting my foot down and keeping it flat on the ground for it, in fact.

the sex after a long shift at the store… girl apologize to your parts and kiss her goodbye.

cuddle-fucking in bed before both of you drag yourselves downstairs just to do it again on the couch

ruts his hips into yours while sloppily making out because mm mm mm

loves it when you pull at his hair. literally doesn't matter where he is please pull on it he’ll die

as well as being the king of hawkins, steve is the king of aftercare. he normally always has a change of clothes, a couple of snacks, and a bottle of water near the bed before you even come over. oh, you wanted a bath, too? the water is already running and the bubbles are bubbling.

peter “angel eyes” ballard

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besides literally being trapped in a lab, peter is an incredible man as well. (as incredible as he could be, anyway.)

a true gentleman that helps you in anyway that he can. oh you’re hungry? he’ll sneak in the kitchen and see what he can do. you’re tired? he’ll cover every round he needs to so you can rest.

actually adores you. in every way possible. to him, he’s a god and you’re his goddess. you both reign supreme over everyone and it will forever stay that way.

if he ever could, he tries to celebrate holidays with you. giving you small things that he’s had the children make just to put a smile on your face. even if it would get him into trouble.

peter will always take the blame for you, even if you don’t want him to. it would pain him more to see you even be slightly scolded by papa than it ever would being shocked.

dealing with him being a worry-puss over everything. you could take a step a millisecond slow from your regular pace and he’d be all over you asking if you were sore or hurting.

the definition of a cutie patootie in the morning. his hair no longer in its professional, upkept state, but ruffled all around the white of his pillowcase. his face being slightly flushed and his beautiful blues being put on display in contrast of his monochromatic room. im in love.

loves random talks with you throughout the day. especially ones while you watch over the rainbow room. he’ll gladly listen to whatever you say with an adoring look on his face, simply because he loves your voice and how you speak.

if when you two do escape, peter and you would have a small house away from the louder part of the city. i feel that he’d be a dark academia and minimalistic type of person with his home and clothing.

puts a ring on it as soon as you escape. he said you’d be his forever and he meant it.

peter loves that he gets to be himself with you. not the orderly he was forced to be. his hair was now grown out, a slight bit of stubble on his chin, and his puppy-like smile was brightly flaunted around all day.

likes physical affection, but he loves doing things for you. acts of service is just his thing. bringing you a warm drink in the morning, handing you your bag before you go out, picking you up from work, you name it and he’ll do it for you.

loves to read during his spare time and will read to you if you’re both cuddling while he does it. if it’s a romance/fantasy story, he’ll replace the characters name with his and yours.

picnic dates, café dates, library dates, walks through the forest, sitting by the lake, allll the cute pinterest dates we live laugh love for.

when you show him golden girls for the first time, he’s instantly hooked. you’ll come home from work/school sometimes just to see him cuddled up on the couch with a bunch of snacks and a re-run of his show on the television.

also loves bakeries. please take him there and get him a blueberry muffin or a strawberry cream puff. he’ll be as happy as a kid in a candy store.

he’d totally sing you to sleep too. did i add this only because i heard “dream a little dream of me” and thought of peter again? maybe. are we gonna talk about it? absolutely not.

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ooo i had to crack my knuckles for this one. TURN THIS SHIT UP!

lets be honest, he’d have absolutely 0 idea of how to do anything once he first started. this is the one thing he’s actually clueless about.

mans gets bricked up over the simplest things. you could inhale and he’d be down tremendously, horrendously, dramatically, terribly bad. but who wouldn’t? its you we’re talking about here.

but peter is literally a baby daddy. so when he learns what you like and how to do, he cannot get his hands off of you.

folds you like play-doh anytime he wants you in a different position. half the time scaring you half to death because you didn't know you could bend like that.

likes to mark you. especially by bite marks. i feel like he has pretty sharp canines and would dig them into your neck while he was biting and sucking on your sweet spot.

personally, i’d love pete’s slim hands around my throat, and i think he’d be more than willing to comply, but that’s just me.

is sweet but also mean at the same time. especially when giving you head. dont get me wrong, he loves to do it, but he also loves to see how frustrated you get when he just wont get to that sweet spot inside of you yet.

motherfucker is long. and he knows he is. so he’ll politely try not to go too hard when you go down on him, but he can’t help it when his hips buck up every now and then. but he sweetly apologizes with a “so-sorry, bunny, i jus’ cant help it, you feel s’good-“

likes to hold your hand most of the time. just seeing your sparkling ring finger in his grasp does something to him, making him into pound you even harder.

titty man. man likes a good titty. simply, a good handful of boob makes everybody feel alright.

peter also loves the idea of breeding you. seeing you full of his cum to the point where it’s spilling out of you makes him wanna do it all over again. he obviously does, and the cycle keeps going.

when you two were in the lab, you’d always have to quickly sneak off for sex. usually ending up in an old storage closet or an infirmary bed when the nurses were on break.

his long, slender fingers being slotted between your lips to lube them up. plus him moaning over this while his cock twitches because he can already imagine how they’ll feel when they’re finally on him.

do not be fooled by his angelic face and gorgeous eyes, he will not hesitate to beat your girly up into SHAPE if he sees you talking with another guy or sees a mouth breathers eyes linger on you for too long. you seriously need to apologize for the abuse you put your kitty through.

how is he at aftercare? simply perfect. at first, he didn’t know what it was, therefore he didn’t think it was very important to do anything of the sort after sex. but after he learns, he’s great at it. he’s your personal butler until you fall asleep and that’s not even the end of it.

hey bestie baes, how yall doin?

i hope youre all doing incredible on this incredible first day of the month.

i love you so so much and all your reblogs, follows, and likes are always appreciated. <3

-coraline :)

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