cute mungrove things:
they both wake up grumpy with messy hair after cuddling and fucking all night, and they skip breakfast in favour of having coffee and a cigarette
every passenger Billy’s ever had in his Camaro has always complained about the music and the volume, but Eddie shoves a Metallica cassette into the deck and turns it up as loud as it can go as his boyfriend drives them to the goddamn grocery store, headbanging the entire time
once they actually start dating and calling each other their boyfriend, Billy wears Eddie’s leather jacket and Eddie takes Billy’s jean jacket (and adds a patch or two or three)
Billy isn’t into D&D like his boyfriend is, but he does love it when Eddie gets super passionate as he tells Billy about his newest campaign
they don’t hold hands, they link their pinkies together
Eddie loves kissing Billy’s hands and up to vein in his bicep while Billy loves brushing Eddie’s hair aside to kiss his sensitive neck
when they argue and Billy’s temper flares, he’s learned to lay on the floor and count to ten - and Eddie joins him every time, matching their breathing before they begin sorting the issue
they fooled around in the back of Billy’s Camaro once and Eddie got a bad cramp in his leg so now they hook up in his van instead
Eddie hates going to basketball games and pep rallies but he goes solely to watch Billy and quietly cheer him on
they sleep with just a sheet as a blanket because Billy runs so hot
Eddie gives Billy one of his rings after they first say ‘I love you’
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so we’re talking adhd!james, eh?
- taking his glasses off when it gets Too Much. it’s the most direct way he can control the amount of input he receives and he makes liberal use of it. doesn’t matter that he’s blind as a bat w/o them; it’s worth the momentary peace and quiet.
- absolutely a chatterbox who jumps around topics frequently. keeping up with him is a Whole Task and u need to train urself before u can become adept at it. also!! james’ mind runs faster than his mouth, sometimes, so he eats syllables in his haste to say everything before the thought leaves his mind. stumbling over words, zoning out midway, flipping letters is super common.
- also! james grew up super pampered and protected, right? his parents always accommodated his quirks and behaviours. never made him feel he should be guilty or ashamed of himself. he’s never faced any criticism/judgement but then he comes to hogwarts. where kids are mean little shits and have no concept of sensitivity or empathy and they make fun of his occasional stutter and his messy clothes/hair and the ink stains on his hands and the peeling skin around his nails and lips and he’s just like,,,,’how do i deal with this what did i do’. his instinct is to internalise this judgement, think it’s him who did something wrong. sometimes he shuts down bc it’s better than trying to understand why he’s being laughed at or made fun of.
- of course, there’s sirius who knows, understands, and loves these parts of him!!! both a j/s universe and not—he’s james’ biggest cheerleader and while there probably aren’t any adhd diagnoses being thrown around the WW, james realised there’s some things about him that are different & can become conscious of those. so, protective sirius. (but like also. i’ve talked ab this multiple times so i’ll stop lol)
- james loves playing with sirius’ hair bc it’s so silky and receptive to experimentation. it also acts as a destressor for him bc the rhythmic, routine movements of parting and combing and braiding give him the time + space to focus on something other than the overstimulation around him. plus, physical contact with sirius in itself is a Thing for him. he knows sirius’ body better than his own at this point. can recognise the curved and muscles by touch alone. it’s enough to slow him down.
- james with a terrible working memory. he basically invented the wizarding version of sticky notes so he’d stop writing all over his assignments and tables and hands (both his and everyone around him). whenever he needs to remember something important, he keeps repeating it to himself under his breath so he doesn’t forget. it’s not uncommon to see a distracted james potter walking from point a to point b, head down, eyes halfway closed, mumbling something like a mantra.
- constantly fidgeting with his wand. twirling it around his fingers; sticking it behind his ear, taking it out, putting it back there. cycle repeats multiple times; bouncing legs and fingers. the whole deal. absolutely cannot stay still. it’s why chaser is so good for him. it requires the most amount of effort and activity. (but at the same time, having a snitch is basically like a wixen fidget toy)
- same with quills, tbh. it’s why ink stains are his dearest friend. he’ll have them over his fingers, clothes, mouth (from chewing on it), ears (bc he keeps tucking them there) and nose (as he keeps rubbing the feathery part over his face)
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oh you wanna play psycho killer? can i be the helpless victim...
。・:*˚:✧。 authors note — my first kinktober!! ahh go crazy. i will try my best to write good smut for you people. here's my master list so you can see what im cooking up for you guys. i might add some more but for now here it is... MDNI!!
OCTOBER 1ST...
THRILL(h)ER — satosugu x reader
when watching a scary movie with your two best friends, you cant help but hold onto them tight every time you get jumpscared. but as the night goes on and your fingers roam... wait, what movie were you watching again?
cw: threesome (duh), double penetration, blowjobs, spanking, praise & degredation
OCTOBER 7TH...
your 'ONLY FAN' — dilf neighbour!toji x cam girl!reader
when you're a top cam girl, your used to having thousands of people watching you every night. yet among the masses, theres one fan that stands out. he not only is a high tipper but is someone you happen to know all too well. and he's about to go to long lengths to prove to you that he's the only fan of yours that matters.
cw: toji breaks into your house and blows your back out. facefucking, slight choking, use of toys, consensual sex tape making, sight breeding.
OCTOBER 14TH...
when you fuck your older neighbour — nanami, toji, geto, gojo
on the way to a halloween party, you just couldn't help but put a little pep in your step as your strut past your older neighbours house. and he can't help notice how tight and tiny your outfit is — it can barely fit. not that it matters anyway... it'll be off of you before the clock strikes 11...
cw: age gap (duh), spanking, nipple play, face riding, dick riding, all types of riding
OCTOBER 21st...
a quiet place — nanami x babysitter!reader
after returning from trick or treating with his kids, your 'boss' can't help but beg you stay the night with him. hoping to give you a 'treat' of his own. but shhh... you can't get too loud, his kids are sleeping.
cw: breeding, raw sex, talks of pregnancy, a whole lotta cum
OCTOBER 31st...
"CULT?... i thought this was a bathroom." — geto x reader
on a drunken halloween night you thought you were stumbling your way into the bathroom of a club, but you end up stumbling into the lap of a cult leader. and he doesn't like people like you. instead of doing what he usual does to your 'kind' he decides to punish you a different way — in front of all of his followers.
cw: public sex, major degradation, dark content... (slay)
so what do you think. what do you think of the banner? I tried really hard to make this whole thing so hopefully you guys love the layout AND THE FIC IDEAS. which one are you most exited for lmk :) also don’t use my header pls and thanks THERE IS NO TAGLIST <;33
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— fall into pieces
pairing: steve harrington x f!reader
summary: steve comes in his pants from eating you out. that's the plot. (wc: 1.3k+)
warnings: smut without plot basically, or*l (f!receiving), praises, steve cums in his pants, soft smut!, steve is attentive, MINORS DNI.
author's note: not proof-read. this is dumb and doesnt make sense bc i wrote it in 20 mins bc i desperately needed to get out of my stupid slump sooo just pls support me in my shitty writing era thank you.
pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.
Steve loves eating pussy.
Scratch that, Steve just loves eating you out.
Because let's face it, before you, he didn't really care that much about the other girl's pleasure, or he just wasn't really that keen on eating pussy.... that was until you came along.
He didn't know what it was, that had him hooked on you this much, how much he enjoyed tasting you like a man possessed when it came to eating you out.
You taught him how fucking pleasurable eating pussy was, and it unironically changed him.
Once he realized how much it mattered to him to make you cum, he decided to make it his mission. Make a mental note of how you responded when he did anything.
He studied the noises you made when his fingers lightly traced your inner thighs, the shaky breaths you gave him as you silently pleaded, begged for more.
He started picking up on the way your body gave into him, slowly at first, and then all at his mercy. Padded thumb circling around your clit, velvety lips puffing a huff of cold air, making you whine while he wore that cocky smirk, hook, line, and sinker.
He just didn't realize how much it got him off to see you like this, to taste you fully, not until now.
"Such a gorgeous fuckin' pussy," he hummed, pressing upwards, just a little bit, reveling in the way your back arched for him. Once he finally got you prepped, smearing your juices all over, earning more sounds from you, then he pushed a finger inside of your soft walls, drawling the sweetest sounds.
"God, s'fuckin soaked, honey, all f'me?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, lips turning into a mocking pout, earning nothing but incoherent babble from you. He adds another finger, drumming his fingers inside of that sweet spot, turning you into gooey mess, his cock twitching in his pants.
Only when you pathetically murmur out a "S-steve!" that he finally kisses you all over, tongue licking up a flat stripe up your cunt, making your brain short-circuit.
"Y'like that, sweetheart?" He hums, and you nod all dumb, making him chuckle in that arrogant tone, yet you can't even argue.
He is that good.
The tip of his nose brushes against your clit, "ride my face, honey," he murmurs, but it's more like an order, that perfect chocolatey gaze so full of lust that you can feel yourself clench, nothing but a little "okay" coming out of your glossy lips.
And he groans at your fucked out face, you look so perfect. Spread out in front of him, glistening with arousal, head thrown back, plushy lips slightly open with your uncontrollable moans.
He buries his face in your cunt before you can beg him to, teasing with kitten licks before sucking your clit into his mouth, you cry out in all glory, thighs squeezing his head, hands crushing the sheets beneath the two of you in need.
His cock twitches at the sound, caged beneath his boxers the more you grind against his tongue, and he fucking smirks at you, watching your face twist the second he slips his index fingers inside of you, words roll out of your tongue as nothing but disordered sounds.
His cold fingers curl inside of you, making you arch your back against him, you want to beg for more, but you can barely speak.
And of fucking course, he can tell, his devilish smirk growing wider before his padded thumb circles around your clit, the tip of his tongue keeping the rhythm.
His cock feels stiff, so fucking stiff that it feels uncomfortable, wanting, needing to feel your walls, to be inside of you, watch the way his huge cock stretches you fully.
"S-steve!" He knows that tone all too well, singing for him, the sweet sounds of your whimpers, letting him know that you are close to the edge, and he doesn't hesitate to add another finger.
"Doin' so good for me, sweetheart, you close, huh?" He mocks all knowingly, tongue sucking your clit while his fingers circle around it, it's all the stimulation you need and more, body going frail with how attending he is.
You give a slight nod, body flushed with lust, cunt clenching around him, "Use me," he begs, desperate, needing to see how heavenly you sound when you come around him, the prettiest face you wear.
"Use me to get yourself off, baby." The words sound filthier with his whiney tone, you know he's close too, just by eating you out. And it makes you want that sweet release so much more, chasing it eagerly.
His tongue picks up his movements, fingertips rubbing your clit with vigor, and you ride his face in all glory, chasing that little taste of heaven.
You don't know if it's the "Good girl," praise he offers, his fast-paced fingers on your swollen buds, or that celestial tongue of his sucking on your clit, but you lose it all. "Oh, f-fuck!" You moan out, every control of your body, gone.
Going to pieces when he makes you cum, your taste flooding his senses, overtaking him as well. It's all he wants, worship you, taste you on his tongue, watch your face contort over and over again.
That's the routine normally, but now it makes him realize how much more he enjoys this, having you spread apart in front of him, pussy fluttering around his tongue and fingers, and that's all it takes to have him leak all over, hips grinding into nothing but the sheets, cumming in his boxers, groans leaving his mouth.
It takes you a minute to register it all, barely able to catch your breath. "Steve, d-did you-" You looked down at his boxers, all warm and wet.
"S-shit, baby, I'm sorry, I just-" He mumbled, almost embarrassed, words jumbled together, blushing furiously.
God, that was so fucking hot.
He avoided your gaze, looking down on the mess he made, warm load spread all over his boxers, sure to leave a stain. Sticky and embarrassing him. "You just looked so fuckin' hot and tasted so good-"
"Steve," You interrupted him, his attention all on you, gaze so sweet that he can't avoid it. "What are you apologizing for that was so fucking hot," you blurted out, eyes blown wide with lust all over again.
"W-what?"
"Baby, you cumming your pants from eating me out just made you ten times hotter." You groaned all whiney, leaning in closer to him.
"Do you need me to take care of you now, Stevie?" You asked, tone sultry, and your doe-eyed gaze, dangerous, making his cock stiffen in record-breaking seconds.
"Keep talkin' to me like that and I'll cum in my pants once again, baby," he teased with a whine, lips still curled into a grin, making you giggle with your head thrown back.
"C'mere," you grabbed him by his shirt, kissing him roughly, teeths clashing and lust filling the room again as you tasted yourself all over his tongue.
Eager to make him fall into pieces again.
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ex nerd! scientist! miguel o'hara x slutty! reader
part two here!
word count: 745
TW: smut, nsfw, d/s themes, mentions of pet play.
A/N: THIS IS INSPIRED BY @nymphomatique SO PLS CHECK THEIR ONE OUT!! their drabble rlly inspired me so i thought maybe i could add a little twist;) welcome to the club!
back in your college days, you were.. promiscuous, some would say. well, you were the biggest slut on campus. if your body count didn't say it all, then the rumours sure did.
you took chemistry, maths, physics and biology. you wanted to be a physics scientist, partially because of the thought of there being lots and lots of different universes, but mostly because the pay was brilliant.
miguel o'hara was your 'pet' back in your college days, per-say.
you used him for your homework, and in exchange you would fuck him, give him head, handjobs, you name it. you took miguel's virginity, and every bit of innocence he had left. he was totally smitten by you. i mean, a pretty, popular girl giving him attention no one ever did? sign him up.
miguel was the biggest loser you knew back then. he wasn't the most muscly, and he had those ridiculous black square glasses, and his outfits were shocking. he had a slight lisp due to his late braces, and his hair was far too long and he clearly struggled to maintain it. to keep it blunt, he wasn't cool at all. he was a loser, a simp, and a goody two-shoes. perfect as your little pet.
it wasn't until after graduation did you stop your little encounters. after leaving college, you blocked his number and left campus on the same day. you thought you'd never have to see that nerdy freak again. well, that's what they all say, right?
that was until you finally got a job at ALCHEMAX. you were a 'technological support scientist', which sounded smart but really all you got to do was watch all the better scientists do tests. you didn't mind, it did more then just pay your bills. hell, with the checks you're bringing in you could probably buy a new car in a few months!
you thought things were all sunshine and rainbows, until the thunder walked in. it's funny though, you didn't realise thunder looked like 6'9 tall and 310 pound of pure muscle and attractiveness. his braces were gone, his hair more clean and cut a little shorter, and his glasses just resting on top of his head, but you knew exactly who he was.
'm-miguel o'hara?!' you said, shocked. he turned around swiftly, looking down at you, before his eyes widened. 'y/n l/n?' he said, surprised. you both had become blushing messes. well, his glow up sure came after only 3 years.
'you.. work here?' you asked, absolutely awe-struck. 'i.. do. i am a technological scientist here. you work here too? why haven't i ever seen you around before?' he asked, intriuged. 'i-it's my first day here. you.. matured.' you said, clearly checking him out.
the man smirked. he actually smirked. the man who would whimper, begging to just get off on your shoe, smirked at you like he was in control. 'and you look as gorgeous as 3 years ago.'
your heart stopped. who was this man? this muscular, defined, confident, completely self aware man.. this wasn't miguel. there was no way.
'you..you're very different, miguel.' you said, a blushing mess. he chuckled, putting some latex gloves on. fuck, even his hands were attractive. 'well alot happens to a guy.' he says smoothly, his voice deeper. god this was going to be hard.
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that very night, you were spread out on the bed, and you didn't recognise the man above you.
3 years ago, a scrawny desperate nerdy little boy was on his knees, as if you were a goddess. and now, that very man was on top of you, kissing your neck so skilfully, as if he's done this for years. his thrusts had rhythm, as he grinded along your g spot with ease, you let out a gasp and a breathy moan, as he shushed you.
'sh, bonita.. you've changed. where's that dominatrix you were back in college days? why are you so.. obedient?~' he whispered in your ear, as you moaned again.
'i-i think i-it's y-you that changed, m-miguel..' you breathily said in response, as he chuckled. 'oh no, sweetheart, i'm still the same loser that was begging on his knees for you. just now, i've learnt how to please you as well as me.' he said in response, his hands moving down from your breasts to your hips, his cock deep inside you as he grinded his hips as you felt every inch.
god, is this heaven?
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