Ami

9teen ☁️ side-blog<3

[amiseuvx]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 | 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

ami . ݁⋆ ꫂ᭪ ݁˖ . ݁ nineteen. she/her. writer. short n sweet. taylor obsessed. mike faist fan club. m.list | rules

[totootss]

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Your mouth fell open, soft breathy moans escaping your lips as you slowly lowered yourself to settle on top of Shane. He bit his lip, throwing his head back against the pillows, a small needy groan making it past his lips when he felt your plush walls squeeze his aching cock.

Ilya sat next to you, his knees digging into the sheets. His hands made their way to your sides, gently massaging your lower belly. "Ngh, bunny..." Shane murmured, encouraging you to move by squeezing your thigh. You obeyed, grinding into him, your eyes fluttered close when his cock pulsed inside your tight walls, despite how weak and shaky your movements were.

"Shh–" Ilya breathed, trailing kisses up your neck before pressing against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, the kiss sloppy and uneven. Ilya gently stopped your movements, causing Shane to cry out. "Be patient, Hollander."

Ilya's eyes took in your glossy eyes, resting his forehead against yours before he tightened his grip on your sides. Your hand left Shane's chest to wrap around Ilya's arm, Ilya took your hand in his much bigger one, intertwining your fingers.

Ilya's tongue resumed its lapping against your neck, savoring the small mewls leaving your parted lips. "Just a little tease," He guided, bringing your hips down in a slow, teasing movement, drawing a moan out of you. He bit his lip, a small chuckle leaving his lips when Shane groaned under you.

"Pweas 'lya–" You whined out, tears brimming in your eyes when the mushroomy head of Shane's cock pressed against your cervix.

"Sorry, can you repeat that, bunny?

You sniffled, bucking your hips against Shane, causing him to press harder against you. "Oh! Bad." Ilya gasped, slapping your thigh with a look of mock horror on his face. His next words were a quiet whisper against your ear, "Now use your words."

This was going to be a long night.

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Umm, idk

[castiwls]

idk if it's because i love nerds but the thought of riding mike while he yaps about d&d makes me crazy

this just awoken somthing in me 🤭 i too would go crazy for this. He'd be so deep into his rant he'd barely even notice what you were doing at first, hands flying as he explains some sort of rule you don't truly understand but you nod along still, smile bright and innocent like your not tugging down the waist band of his joggers. The moment you sink down his words trail off, eyes going wide in that adorable way that makes your heart skip. "Keep going, i wanna hear."

He stumbles for a moment, one hand gripping your waist as a quiet groan escapes him. It takes a moment but slowly he begins to talk again, every so often a quiet whimper of some sort escaping between words. His eyes locked on yours like you were some sort of higher being.He'd start blabbering faster and faster the close he got, his chest heaving in an attempt to keep his train of thought at the feel of you squeezing him justttt right

[castiwls]

mdni

for the multiple anons who asked for more mean!mike

Mean!mike wheeler who loves the way your eyes go teary when he gets just the littlest bit mean.

His fingers pressing into your cheeks just enough to make your lips purse into a little pout, cheeks ruddy as he smiles one had pushing your hair back from where it had stuck to your face.

It was obscene almost, you between his thighs his pants pulled down just enough for you to have all the access you needed. You, teary eyed and sniffling after barely getting him half way down your throat before pulling back into a coughing fit.

“Awhh, s’it to much for my girl? Talk’s a big game but she can’t handle it.” His fingers pressed ever so slightly more, a dull ache almost.

“Thought you said you could take it all?” He hummed, his eyes flicking to the way your own thighs squeezed together with a look of hunger almost.

“I can, I can-” Your words were muffled almost as his fingers pressed tighter, your lips pressing into the sweet pout he loved so much.

“You keep saying that but…baby you’re not even half way there,” mike sighed, a deep sound of false disappointment which only had you whining and trying to press closer.

“Lemme try again. Wanna try again.”

He pretended to think for a moment, leaning down until his lips could press against your forehead, a silent ‘your okay, your doing so good’.

“If you say so,” his fingers moved to cup your jaw, his thumb slipping past the seam of your lips just slightly.

“One more time, I haven’t got all day.”

[castiwls]

Heyyy I that little puppy eyed mike drabble where you mention the make out sesh? I think that make out ses idea needs a little drabble within itself 😛

mdni

You barely got a word out before his lips were over yours, any complaint you may have had melting away as his body pressed over yours, the warmth settling over you like a blanket.

"Just 10 minutes," Mike mumured, his lips barely leaving yours. "That's all..."

It was a lie. You both knew this.

But somehow you just didn't have it in you to fight when the hand which wasn't laced with your own was slipping under your shirt, trailing up until he was able to squeeze your breast, “just ten?” The disbelief laced into your tone made his lips curling against your own.

“I promise.” Mike breathed his free hand lacing into your hair, his hand cradling your head in an effort to pull you closer.

“…liar” His chest rumbled as his teeth nipped at your lip, a small gasp falling past your lips at the feeling.

The hand on your breast squeezed slowly, your back arching into the feeling as he took the chance to slip a thigh between your legs. Your bodies almost melded together at this point.

“Hmm need you,” His cheeks were flushed as he pulled back just enough to layer kisses over your jaw, both your chests heaving, lips kiss swollen.

“We don’t have-”

“Shhh…just…let me make you feel good.”

You huffed, the hand once on your chest now traveling lower and lower as his kisses turned to little bites, small red marks blooming across your neck as his hips rolled into yours, the friction pulling quiet whine from the back of your throat.

“Just wanna make you feel good…”

[castiwls]

SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS FINAL (kinda)

Now I’m thinking about dilf!steve Harrington…..or teacher!steve who definitely doesn’t play favourites with students but maybeee he gives your son just a little bit more attention then other students because his mum’s just soooo pretty and your son just happened to slip that your single….

[castiwls]

hi!!! are you writing for mike? bc his manipulative puppy eyes should definitely be something you write about 🥵🥵🥵

The worst part is he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, all he realises is that it works. That if he looks at you just the right way, lets his lip jut out just enough you seem to fold to his whims.

It was small things at first. Asking you to help with his homework, convincing you to watch a dnd game, staying at his just a little later. Small innocent things.

Then he realised you’d do almost anything for him If he used his eyes just correctly.

“Just one more? For me?” Your chest heaved as he lent over you, eyes eyes softening in the way that made your chest tighten, his lower lip pushing out just so that you wanted to lean up and catch his lips with your own. Kiss him until you couldn’t breathe anymore and give him whatever he wanted.

“I have to get back.” You whined, your head tilting away to try and ignore the look. Mike huffed, his fingers gently pinching your chin and turning your head back to face him — your eyes locked on his, the sad sad look making any resistance melt away.

“For me?”

It wasn’t manipulation if it was both in your best favour.

[castiwls]

mike's puppy dog eyes this season. that's it. that's all i have to say.

Mhmhmmmm!! Such a pretty boy who wouldn’t do whatever he wanted with those puppy dog eyes….maybeeee he’s just a little manipulative with them but so what!

[castiwls]

ngl im lowk insane for mean!mike, like imagine him just being really upset about everything that’s happening and he take out that pent up anger on you if ykwim.. then he’s all apologetic and pathetic. idk just a blurb but im happy for anything that involves mean to pathetic Mike.

The squeal I let out because I to go crazy for mean!mike

18+

"Awh? S'it too much? too much for you huh?" His thrusts stilled, his hips grinding slow circles as you gasped against the pillow. The slight twitch of his lip, the glint in his eye enough to give away the mood he was in, his mean streak making a reappearance.

The slight resbite gave you a moment to catch your breath as his own chest heaved. Weeks, months of frustration seeming to bubble to the surface.

The hand that wasn't holding yours hostage slipping down to thumb over your chest, rolling and pinching at a nipple until you were gasping and withering beneath his touch, his lips curling into a grin as his hips started to move again.

"I-I can't," Your voice shook between whines as you felt him push deeper and deeper, wetness dripping from where he split you open to the sheets below.

“You can.” Mikes own voice wreaked as he pulled you over the edge again, your walls squeezing like a vice forcing a grunt from his chest as his own release washed over him. Tension falling from his shoulders like water as you both basked in the glow.

Your world spun for a moment, the feel of his hand pushing hair from your face the only thing grounding you from the ache between your thighs.

Mikes lips brushed over your own, his face eyes soft with something close to guilt for a moment as he trailed kisses towards your neck and back up. “M’sorry.” He breathed between kisses. Any and all anger melting away as he collapsed over you, his warmth like a familiar blanket.

“Sorry.” He repeated, like a prayer almost, one hand slipping up to twirl between your hair in a soothing way almost, any and all signs of the guy who’d had you pressed against the bed just minutes ago slipping away like ice on a warm day.

“So good, so good for me.”

[castiwls]

This is a man who begs, puppy eyes and all whenever you say no to any form of affection. He’s all puppy eyes as you shake your head, gently pushing him away when he starts to trail lazy kisses up your neck, one hand lacing between yours to hold it against the pillow until you melt.

[castiwls]

18+

All thoughts had left your mind two orgasms ago, the feel of Steve’s fingers stretching you open the only thing which seemed to register over the buzz in your ears. His other hand squeeze’s over your waist, a small comfort from the way his fingers twist and thrust into the wet heat between your legs.

“Got one more for me baby?” His own voice sounded wreaked, like the sight of you in his lap, juices dripping down his hand, had wreaked him as much as he’d wreaked you. “I think my girls got some more in her hmm?” He cooed, ignoring the pitiful gasps and shake of your head as his fingers scissored deeper.

“Oh!” Your vision whited for a moment as his fingers brushed over the spot that had you seeing stars, fingers clawing into his shoulder as your back arched. Steve’s lips curled into a mock pout, fingers rubbing back and forth, back and forth.

“Thatsss it…good girl.” His breath was warm as his lips brushed your neck, eyes shining as you fell over the edge again. “That’s my girl…”

[castiwls]

I’d let Henry creel trap me in his little mind house — I’d let him do anything if he came home looking like that

[castiwls]

The sunglasses and rolled shirt lethal combo…thinking inhumane things about this man

[castiwls]

joing the mile high club with him yup yup

[castiwls]

need to be in a situation ship to end all situation ships with him. The messier the better, you get engaged just two years after you’d broken up (officially, you’d been in his bed since), and he shows up, cornering you, talking about how your fiancé could never be him — he’s the cheap copy.

the worst part is when you cave, he insists you keep the ring on, just so he can remember that he’s still your number one even when you have another man's ring on your finger.

[mi-co-uk]

tagging game !! ๑₊˚⊹

type aesthetic , character , colour , movie , lyric , and celebrity into pinterest to find your vibe :3

I keep seeing people do these and thought why not make one ! here's mine:

no pressure tags:

@ribbonlovergirl @oopsiedaisydeer @bernardsbendystraws @silverspringsstare @mattsvoicemail @whor3ing @sturns-mermaid @eeyoresturnz @chrisssiren

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ooo so cute!!! thank u for the tag <3

npts! @sweetshuga @loverboysturn @sturniphone @mattsstarlet @mattscoquette @chrisbratt333 @sturnsflirt @st7rnioioss @strnilolover @y3sterdaysproblem @httpssturns

[sturniphone]

thank's for the tag bb !!!

@bernardsbendystraws @angelyearner @sturn777 @sturnsrecord @st6ined @j21l91

[st6ined-deactivated20260406]

・ . ݁ thank u for the tag cutie 🫧🪽 ᥀ ׄ ۪

┈ type aesthetic, character, color, movie, lyric &&. celebrity into pinterest

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[faiszt]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♥︎ 𓈒 𝇈⠀⠀ thank u, @st6ined !! love u, sweetheart ‹3 ⠀ ꒰ kinda scary how my pinterest knows i really like pink ꒱

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[amiseuvx]

ty for the tag!!

npt - @matchpointfaist @pittsick @popcorntales

[amiseuvx]

tw- age gaps, mentions of cheating

Boss!Bobby Kennedy who...

Knows you're not qualified enough to work as a PA, but one look at your hopeful expression and folds.

Quickly realises he's spending more time showing you what to do than doing his own work.

Won't admit he enjoys the way you constantly look to him for guidance?

Won't admit he enjoys the way you always stand slightly too close?

Wont admit to himself that you clearly have less than innocent feelings towards him — you're not exactly subtle.

Starts finishing early just so he can drive you home.

Is appalled by the tiny shoe box you live in.

Convinces you to move into the apartment he definitely didn't buy — it's close to the office and him, it's convenient, that's all.

Promised himself he'd never stray, especially towards someone younger.

Always makes excuses for your mistakes.

Somehow finds himself at your apartment one night after yet another boyfriend broke your heart.

Know's he shouldn't, but ends up letting you curl up on his lap anyway while you cry about yet another stupid boy.

Realises he's fucked the minute you look up at him with wet eyes and everything in his body is screaming to fix this — fix you.

Realises he's really fucked when you ask him to stay...and he does.

[makegentlethelife]

Skiing in 1967.

[amiseuvx]

Pushing the blonde haired agenda