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@anonyymouslyyours
writing smut feels like a humiliation ritual
preach this is why i don’t write as much anymore
PREACH
like every 5 months i try to try again and it’s just so bad 😭
no quite actually i’ll stop and try to pick it up again like 4 months later. bro. it’s like handing a pencil to a man and say write what you think sex is
i feel like i always end up writing the clunkiest least sexy smut ever
#wheredidmytalentgo
writing smut feels like a humiliation ritual
preach this is why i don’t write as much anymore
PREACH
like every 5 months i try to try again and it’s just so bad 😭
writing smut feels like a humiliation ritual
preach this is why i don’t write as much anymore
pls talk about how they navigate their relationship when they get more famous!!!! do they get inspiration from their relationship? does the public know they’re romantically involved or do they keep it to themselves?
okayyy :) i'm putting this as pt3 in the timeline, so you guys have just started to date! pt1, pt2 ⋆. 𐙚 ̊
i think once the ep releases, you guys actually get decently big. the record label is really trying to push you and mike into the spotlight, so there's a tonne of promo. you guys do radio interviews, social media campaign stuff and even a magazine article.
and of course, everyone immediately assumes you're dating. i mean, it's kind of hard not to. you guys are always together, you post each other on insta and stuff, in the article you did mike speaks so fondly of you. there's only a slight period at the beginning (before pt2 studio session kiss), when you guys aren't dating. it's a little awkward because you both are still in denial or trying to hide your feelings for the other, while everyone's going on about how you two should be dating.
but once you're officially dating you never really.. announce it. it's kind of just known by your fans, without you having to explicitly say it. i mean, just listening to your songs which are basically love songs, its pretty easy to figure out! it's kinda one of those things were people know about it, but they don't really know specifics.
i think the relationship is largely private, and you guys keep it so yourselves, but due to the fact your in the public eye as musicians it can be hard at times. people are always try to invade your privacy, and when you get like famous famous the paparazzi are always following you around and trying to get pictures of you guys holding hands or kissing.
your music is definitely inspired by your relationship, especially the songs you write which can be deemed more 'love songs'. when you're working on your second ep or possible album, mike gets more into songwriting as well. like you might have a song were you do one verse and he does the other.... and maybe at some stage he even gets into singing! just starting with backing vocals but he actually has such a good voice and you're always telling him that he should properly sing for one of your songs.
more mike and reader music duo! this is about how you guys started dating... ˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ .... pt1
as i mentioned in the first part, you guys have just released your first ep! im picturing that you both started dating just after the ep releases, when you're beginning to work on new music. you're in the studio (a real studio now!), late one night working on some lyrics. you're going over them, singing in the booth while mike listens. and there's just something about the way he's looking at you, through the glass divider. i mean, he's always looked at you... a certain way. something that holds love and awe all at once. but in that moment, when you're singing the lyrics to him through the booth, of what is quite frankly a love song, it sort of clicks. or rather shifts.
you come out of the booth a little breathless, not just from singing. you sit on a chair next to mike, in the soundbooth, listening back to the vocals you recorded, and his knee is sort of pressed against yours.
you've always been close, there's no doubt about it. sometimes it almost feels like you're already dating. you basically live together now, either at your place or at the studio. you grocery shop together, you eat all your meals together, you sometimes fall asleep on the same couch in the studio after a long night, or even in your own bed together back at your place because you haven't got another mattress for him to sleep on. you always feel... warm around him, in a way. happy, safe. but you always sort of push it down, and hope it'll go away because you have no idea if he feels the same.
so normally, a touch like this, the subtle brush of a knee, wouldn't affect you so much. you wouldn't feel as though its burning through your skin. in the moment, you feel sort of awkward, because mike is kind of avoiding looking at you, and you can't work out if its because he's focused on the recording, or because he's also feeling... something. you can feel your cheeks heating up, because your a bit of a chronic blusher in general, but right now it's probably due to something a little more than just heat.
when he's finished listening back to your vocals, hes pauses them, turning to you.
"so what do you think?" he asks, softly, because the studio is so very quiet you can basically hear his breathing. his eyes finally move to look at you, and they sort of flit over your face and you swear at he looked down at your lips but you can't be sure so instead you just say;
"yeah- it sounded good."
his mouth curves into a smile, holding that eye contact which sends a shiver down your spine.
"did you even listen?"
and you hold back a laugh because no, you were absolutely not listening and you have no idea at all what you sounded like. he just shakes his head, that same smile still there. he nudges his knee against yours, and your breath hitches a little before you can stop yourself.
your still holding that eye contact, and his stupidly beautiful brown eyes are looking into yours and you see the recognition in them, in that moment. you see the slight breath he draws in. the moment lingers, the silence hanging in the air because both of you are just a little to.. nervous perhaps to do anything. but finally, he breaks it.
"do you want me to kiss you?" he says, the sentence almost rushed.
you blink rapidly. "do you want to kiss me?
"of course i do." he says, and he sounds so sure that any sort of doubts you have kind of disappear.
you're both sort of awkward, so it only makes sense that the first time you kiss is a little awkward, but sweet nonetheless. you feel his hand move to rest gently on where your knees meet, before he leans in. its a chaste kiss, short and sweet.
and after its over, you both pull back and just sort of stare at each other, before beginning to laugh softly. his hands come up to cup your face and he cuts through your laughter to say;
"you're so pretty."
how do we feel how do we feel guys let me know what u want also i just tagged the ppl who commented on my last post so lmk if u want to be tagged or no :D
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Can u write gn reader/female x mike where reader get hurt after s5ep4 incident? Fluff, maybe argue? Idk, i trust u)
st5 spoilers ahead!!
from the moment vecna showed up, walking right through the gate, everything went by in a blur. the remaining soldiers who hadn't been killed by the demogorgons, had tried to fight. but really by now, it should be known that bullets and guns have no effect on vecna. the soldiers were all killed. you'd been with mike, trying to get derek and the other girl away to safety. you'd ran across the base, to get behind some car. you remember having the little girl behind you, trying your best to shield her as a demogorgon flipped the car over and lunged at you. you had grabbed some long piece of metal of the ground and taken a swing at it, in an attempt to stop it. that's the last thing you remember. after that, it all goes blank. what you know now, is that you'd been thrown out the way by it, hitting your head against a building and blacking out. you can feel the ache of it in your bones now. you also know, that the kids have all been taken, dragged away into the upside down by the demogorgons. and finally, you now know that will has powers... apparently.
the crumpled body of the demogorgon had fallen just in front of mike, the bones of it snapping in a way so eerily familiar. you'd opened your eyes just long enough to see it, through blurred vision. to feel the spike of fear as you watched it come forward to towards mike, and then the confusion when it stopped, froze, and levitated.
after that, vecna was gone, retreated into the upside down, with the kids. joyce had immediately ran for will, who'd slumped down onto the ground from the exertion. and mike, well mike had gone straight for you.
you were now slumped over the backseat in a battered army tank, your head in mikes lap. joyce, ever quick to think, had immediately herded you all in there once she'd spotted it. she'd dragged will into the front seat, where he still sat now, head in his hands. joyce was saying something to him, in hushed tones, as the car sped down some road. you didn't know where you where going. perhaps to WSQK building? you really aren't sure.
mike is looking out the window, his expression stony, brows knitted tightly into a frown. his hand is gently cradling your head in his lap, a gentle gesture that juxtaposes the expression he wears. he tosses between anxious looks at you, the window, and will.
your mouth feels dry, when you quietly whisper; "mike?"
his eyes snap down to yours, widdenning a little. "you okay? stay awake." he says, voice strained. you can't really place the look in his eyes. there's worry, sadness, and a tinge of anger.
"i'm awake- where- where are we going?" you say, trying to use your arms to push yourself up. his hand lands on your chest, gently pushing you back to lay down.
"the squawk. just- stay still please. don't know if anythings broken." when he says that you become even more away of the ache in your bones, the way the back of your head is screaming in pain, in the spot you presumably hit it. you bite down on your tongue, watching mikes face. he looks away from you now, back to the window.
"mike?" you repeat. he looks back, sharply. "yeah?" he says, and his voice carries an edge, a tone, that doesn't sit quite right with you.
"what's wrong?" you say, despite the fact you know there are about a million things wrong, but your not sure which one of them specifically caused him to be acting this way towards you.
"nothing. just, stay still." he says, his tone carrying that same clipped edge.
"tell me what it is." you say, carefully, testing to see his reaction. he pulls his hand away from where it lay on your chest just before, and drags it along his face, sighing.
"i just don't get why you tried to fight back- why you didn't just run from it." he says, finally.
"the demogorgon?" you say, confused. "mike- it had me corned i had no choice?"
"you could have tried to run. get away." he says, his gaze leaving yours and moving to out the window.
your chest aches a little, and not just from the impact of you hitting the wall.
"so your saying it was my fault the girl was taken?" you hiss back, after casting a look to the front seat to make sure joyce and will are still occupied.
"no, god that's not what i'm saying. you just- you could have been more careful. then you wouldn't have gotten hurt." he says, his voice almost exasperated.
"i had no choice-"
"you put yourself in unnecessary danger." he cuts in, sharply.
you frown, opening your mouth to say something when the car comes to a halt. mikes gaze snaps to the window.
"we're here." joyce says from the front seat, already unbuckling her belt and opening the door, presumably to go and get will out from his side. he's still hunched over, not talking. joyce pulls open the passenger door, gently guiding him out and wrapping one of his arms around her shoulder, shutting the door behind him.
you pull yourself up off of mikes lap, watching as joyce and will limp over to the building. faintly, you can see robin in the distance. you turn back to mike.
"i was already in danger just by being there. i did my best- i don't, i don't get why you're mad at me."
his hand has moved to linger on the door of the car, as if going to open it.
"maybe you just shouldn't come then. just stay here- at the squawk. it's too risky." he says, maintaining his gaze out the window.
you blink rapidly, anger flaring up. "i can handle myself mike. you know this- jesus i've been through all the same things you have."
"its different now though! its real. and i can't have you- i can't have you getting hurt." he snaps, finally opening the car door and stepping out. your left, stunned a into silence. the door is ajar, and he's already began walking off in the direction of the building. you watch as he comes to halt, shaking his head before turning back to the car.
"can you walk?" he says, quickly, eyes scanning you.
"i don't need your help." you say, but you wince when slide across the seat and try to stand. your hands clutch onto the hood of the car, steadying yourself.
he's behind you in seconds, one hand wrapping carefully around your waist and the other resting on your shoulders.
"sure you don't." he says, quietly, as he steadies you.
you scoff, but let him prop you up, and gently guide you away from the car. his hand around your waist feels heavy, the touch lingering. silence hangs in the cool air of the night. the lights from inside the WSQK building stream out, gently illuminating the space before you.
after a pause, mike says softly; "i just don't like to see you hurt. and i couldn't-" he pauses, before adding. "i don't know what i'd do if anything happened to you."
you slow down a little, making him come to a halt. his hand is still firmly around your waist, when you turn to him. "just say that then." you say, voice soft. your eyes flicked over his expression, the cut across his cheek, the frown creasing his forehead. he lets out a slow hum. "okay then."
you smile, softly. he pulls you a little closer, letting his arms wrap around you, and your head to fall against his shoulder. he lets out a long breath, leaning back just an inch so he can softly kiss your forehead. you smile against his shoulder.
"can we get inside now- i think i need some ice. like, immediately." you say.
that earns a low laugh from him. "yeah, yeah alright then."
+18 ⋆˙⟡
"steve's so mean this season... steve wasn't this mean... they made him so mean!"
yeah well, steve has gotten a little... mean. maybe it's the isolation, being locked in the small town of hawkins and forced to see the same people every day. it's repetitive, and it makes steve restless. so yeah, he's gotten a little mean. not that you're complaining really.
not with how he fucks you now.
steve has always been a good lover, this has been known. he's never disappointed you, never not made you finish. but sometimes he's a little... vanilla for your taste. he used to look so frightened when you had sex, and you'd tell him to 'go faster, be rougher'. like he was scared of breaking you.
it's not that he doesn't care now, he still does. but now, he doesn't hesitate. he'll bend you over a kitchen counter in the morning, and set a pace so quick you have bruises from where he held you. he'll tell you to get on your knees in the back of the WSQK, then he'll pull your hair so hard you're seeing stars. he'll pull you into the supply closet of the squawk and push you up against a shelf, not caring if it hurts.
he'll still praise you sure, but more in after care now. now he'll get a little mean. call you a slut. make you tell him how much you love his cock. choke you a little. bend you over his knee and spank you if he's feeling really mean.
so yeah, steve has gotten mean. but you certainly don't have a problem with it.
18+ ｡𖦹°꩜.ೃ࿔
thinking about mike wheelers eyes, and those eyebrows which are just so expressive. and how he kind of always looks like a kicked puppy.
well... thinking about how he'd be the same during sex. specifically, when you're riding him. you love cowgirl, just because you get to watch his face, see his every expression. you get to see the way his mouth parts when he moans, the way his eyebrows knit together, the way his eyes roll back into his head because your riding him just so-
he's just so pretty. and you tell him of course, call him a pretty boy, and brush your thumb across his sharp jawline. he always looks so wrecked, like you've single handedly destroyed, when he meets your eyes. he doesn't last long when you do that, doesn't last long in general really.
the concept of f!reader & mike being a band/music duo & mike producing while reader writes and sings..... would be so cute to read esp with fluff🥹✌️
the concept of this since finn used to be in a band... i'm making this modern!au
i'm imagining it all started when mike heard you sing for the first time, maybe like joking karaoke at a party or something. and he was honestly surprised, because wow, you actually sound really amazing, like angelic, and all of a sudden he's wondering how he didn't know this about you when you've literally been friends for so long!
he asks you about it after, and you sort of brush him off, maybe embarrassed. but mike is very persistent, and eventually you tell him that you actually write some of your own stuff. just as a little hobby to pass time. and of course he manages to convince you to show him some of your lyrics. you agree, a little hesitantly, so he comes over to your house a few days later. you show him your songs that you've been working on, and literally have to cover your face and hide while you wait for his reaction. but he's so sweet, and tells you that you write beautifully, and the lyrics and so smart etc.. etc.. etc..
and then he drops the question; would you ever want to actually make and release music?
and at first your like... no way, but as i said mike is very persistent. so he convinces you to do, and eventually your recording vocals on voice memos on your phone, and mike's staying up all night learning how to use production software like ableton live and watching tutorials and stuff. he comes to you the next day, telling you all about how it works and how he thinks you guys can actually make something really good together, and your honestly a little shocked because he's just so committed to the idea of you guys making music together.
you spend a long time working on your first song, like so many hours at his house re-recording and listening to loops and clips over and over again until it sounds just right.
when you put out your first song, with your own lyrics and vocals and mikes production your surprised how much attention it gets. i mean, obviously all your friends support you guys but you get some attention from other people in the area as well. you guys are super hard working, sort of spurred on and inspired by the other. your working together late most nights, going over different sounds and versions of lyrics. you get a mic to record proper vocals, and mike also getx a launchpad for MIDI sound control, and he's thinking about actually learning to play guitar. sometimes on particularly late nights you get distracted when your trying to make stuff with him because he's just so focused and talented, and he always tells you how amazing you sound, and how well your doing...
eventually you've actually gotten bigger and have enough songs for an ep! mike insists you should reach out to record labels or something.. or at least do some kind of marketing on social media. you agree, and it kind of snowballs from there.
let me know if u want smth else like.. when they get a bit more famous, or if they start dating orrr like specific scenarious like a studio session or smth :) i love this idea!
hi… does anyone still look at this blog?
stranger things season 5 is making me consider reactivating for a bit… just for steve and mike (aged up ofc)
thoughts, requests???
stanford!art who accidentally becomes a little obsessed with tashi's best friend after tashi and patrick officially get together... (he's lwk a stalker ish but in a cute way? if thats possible... no nsfw but theres a lil smth in there *yk what that man wants*)
you're one of tashi's friends. you've shown up at some of his games before, accompanying tashi who is supporting patrick. always in those little white tennis skirts. one time patrick even made an offhand comment that you were hot, so art decided to seek you out. after one of his games, when tashi is congratulating patrick and you're standing off to the side waiting for her with a bored expression, he approaches you. compliments your outfit, makes you laugh, makes your cheeks turn a little redder. honestly, he's impressed with himself considering he's not usually one to be so forward. when tashi is finally done talking to patrick she calls you over, a slight frown on her face when she sees you talking to art. "bye art", you say, with a little smile and a wave, walking away to tashi before he can so much as get your number. he goes back to his dorm and immediately stalks your insta, full of photos of you out with your friends (usually including tashi), at frat parties, studying in the library, days by the pool in bikinis. from his stalking he gathers you spend a lot of time studying at this one coffee shop on campus. he convinces himself it isn't creepy... exactly... if he just goes there and hopefully maybe bumps into you. right? so he spends a week going every morning, waiting in a booth by the window to see if you show up. and one morning, finally, you do, in this short skirt that makes him shift in his seat. you order your usually (a cappuccino, he knows your order by now of course). it takes you a minute to notice him in the booth, where he's pretending to focus very hard on typing an "essay" on his laptop. you walk over, "art right? i've never seen you here before." you say, leaning over the table with your hands pressed on the edge. he tries to seem casual when he replies that he's just trying out some new places and that he 'heard the coffee is good here'. once you get your order, you sit down. you ask about tennis, and he follows that by asking if you have a boyfriend. you smile, bat your lashes, and take a long sip of your coffee before saying no. you engage in small talk, which is mostly art trying desperately to impress you while seeming chill. "i have a lecture to get to.." you say after a while, standing up from the booth, picking up your bag - "wait, can i get your number?" he replies, and you grin, saying he hasn't quite earned that yet. you leave the cafe, and art is left to his own devices. meaning, working out what lecture you're be attending and try to desperately convince the curriculum manager to let him join it halfway through the year...
Hello, could you please do a fic with a very subby and needy Spencer? Like he's desperate to please and will do just about anything to touch the reader. I think that'd be great lol
this is very early seasons spencer coded +18
spencer’s words are incoherent, a messy mumble of pleases and needs. your on the couch at you and spencer’s shared apartment, with the intention of watching a movie. however that only lasted so long.
spencer can’t really cope sitting next to you so close, and just watching a movie, when there are so many other things he could be doing. that’s how you get here.
your straddling spencer’s lap as he squirms beneath you. hes head leaned back against the pillow, adam’s apple bobbing furiously. he’s whimpering. whimpering. pleading for you to touch him, as his hands run over your body desperately.
but your in a mood to tease him today, to test how long he can last. so he’s laying with his hands behind his back. if he moves them to try and touch you, you stop touching him.
he’s already lost once, just when he was about to reach his peak with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. he just had to reach out to grab at you, in his half delirious state. so you pulled away.
“please- please just let me.” he’s stuttering out. his cheeks are flushed a rosy pink, and his lips plush and cracked from his incessant biting down on them.
“what did i say spence?” you say, thumb running over the tip of his cock.
“i- i can’t touch.” he lets out shakily. his glasses are low on the bridge of his nos, and fogged up from the heat radiating off him.
“otherwise?”
“you’ll let go.”
“good boy.” you praise, and he practically keens, leaning into your touch.
it takes him a while before he’s spilling into your palm, back lifting off the couch as he rambles out how good you are to him. and can he please, please touch you now.
HMO: James giving different house! fem! reader a prize (eating her out) after she passes her potions test or won a quidditch game against slytherin (either ravenclaw or hufflepuff works)😋😋😋
okiii kept it a bit short and sweet sorry love +18
james hadn’t given you more then 2 seconds to process your victory against slytherin, before he’s dragging you from the pitch by your hand, and pulling you under the stands.
“james-“ you gasp, as lowers down to his knees.
“we should really- i mean my team-“ you stutter. but he’s already helping you shrug off your ravenclaw robes. his hands are planted firmly on your thighs.
“you can celebrate after, right now i want to reward you baby. c’mon, i know she wants it.” he mumbles, half talking to your pussy as he prays your thighs apart.
your head leans back against the wooden pillar he’s holding you against, mouth parting with a shaky moan.
you can hear the cheers of your team from the pitch, but nothing compares to the rush your feeling. the heat spreading across your body as james pulls your panties aside.
“aww baby. you said you didn’t want it but your so worked up. all this?” he hums, running a finger through your folds.
you can’t help the whimper that slips past your tongue.
“james-“ you gasp.
“shhh. i’m taking care of you.” he says, pressing your legs apart, as his tongue runs a stripe along your pussy.
indeed, he took care of you.
remus lupin masterlist: ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
fics:
angst (featuring sirius!) - 🎀
singer!reader w remus - 🌶️
remus w size kink - 🌶️
blurbs:
meeting groupie!remus at a concert - 🌶️
james potter masterlist: ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
fics:
missing james -🌶️
strangers in the bar -🌶️
james obsessed w physical touch - 🎀
making out w james and the boys walk in - 🎀
meeting the parents - 🎀
leaving kiss marks on jamie - 🎀
fights w james - 🎀
blurbs:
james rewarding you -🌶️
steve harrington masterlist: ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
fics:
bj at work - 🌶️
sex scene actress!reader x joe keery - 🌶️⭐
the fine line between love and hate (enemies to...) - 🌶️
tease (steddie) - 🌶️
unscripted (joe keery) - 🌶️⭐
blue mini van - 🌶️
playing house w steve - 🎀
blurbs:
favourite things about eachother - 🌶️
pleated skirts - 🎀
steve is the type to... - 🎀
making out at family video - 🎀
early seasons spencer reid my love⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
who is just so clueless and inexperienced.. i mean the poor boy. :(
he has no idea what to when you slide onto the seat next to him at the bar. its one of those rare occasions his team escape the office to go to a local bar. and he was trying to mind his business and get some drinks, but alas! you spotted him. and hes just your type.
you feel like a tempterous, trying to lure him in the slow batting of your eyelashes, little touches to his arm, laughing at his jokes, pressing your arms together and leaning towards him.
and he just doesn't know what to do!
hes a stuttering mess, all red in the face. hes trying very hard to be respectful, and keep his eyes on yours, but hes finding it hard.
its not long before he succumbs to your flirtations, and you pull him out back. and hes whimpering, and gasping out how he's never done anything like this before.
"shhh... i'll treat you well spence, just lean back f'me."
