#mike wheeler x y/n

[w-wolfhard]

hiii :) I love your theme btw

Can you write some Mike Wheeler fluff, where he gets a bit jealous and annoyed and he doesn't know how to express his emotions so he just shows her a lot of affection when they're alone, like kisses and cuddling.

Thank you <33

JEALOUS by eyedress.

pairing : fem!reader x mike wheeler

warning(s) : none.

wrds frm seb! : first off, TYSMM 🫶 second of all, LOOK WHO'S BACK BABIESSSSS!! yup, me!! third of all, this is so mike LMAOO😭 luv this sm. p.s. this is hella short so sorry sorry

whenever mike got jealous, he would always try to not show it. but even though he tries to hide it, the aggitated expression is clearly visible on his face.

everytime he sees you talking with another guy, he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. he knows you wouldn't be disloyal with him, and that he's the only guy you love but he still gets jealous anyway. he can't help it!

mike hates it when other guys flirt with you. why is that guy flirting with my girlfriend? he scoffs. he doesn't wanna seem like an ass, so he doesn't say anything to you about it 'cause maybe the guy is just trying to be friendly and he's overthinking it. but no way! my girlfriend's way too pretty and funny for him to be talking to her in a friendly way. he totally likes her. he thinks again.

the frown on his face could reach the ground, and his shoulders drop– his posture is horrendous as he watches and (barely) listens to the conversation you two have.

when you notice his expression change, you ask him what's wrong, but he brushes it off which leaves you confused most of the time.

then the second you arrive at home, mike is smothering you with affection. when you're laying down, watching tv, he's laying on you with his arms wrapped around your waist. he'll occasionally mutter a few words, and press a few kisses on your skin. "are you alright mike?" you asked him, running your hands through his hair.

"peachy." he replied. he dug his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.

"you sure? you looked upset earlier when i was talking to that guy?"

he sighed, "that was earlier. i'm in right now."

"what does that even mean?"

"it means that that was earlier, right now i'm content since i'm in your arms." he mumbled. "that guy – he totally had a fat crush on you. i bet he did." he said lazily. you could tell that he was probably falling asleep by the way he was speaking.

"and why do you think that?"

"he laughed at every little thing you said or did. not in a way where he was making fun of you but in a way where he has a crush on you."

"sure mike," you laughed. "all he did was ask for directions. he was only laughing because he went the total opposite way." you sighed. "and even so, you're the only one i have eyes for mike. i have the fattest crush on you."

despite the boy being half asleep, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "no i totally knew that." he murmured. "i also have the fattest biggest crush on you too. we should date."

"we should date. we'd make a pretty cute couple." you chuckled at the boy. next thing you know, you felt his scattered breathing against your neck which meant he fell asleep. you sighed contentedly.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler fluff #finn wolfhard #stranger things #w-wolfhard #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x reader fluff #✿┊𝐬𝐞𝐛'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬!

[claireunoia]

♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ blonde!grunge!mike, gosh he is just so pretty. the prettiest boy you’ve ever met in the whole quiet town of hawkins. you’ve— nobody never ever expected mike wheeler to grow up and go into high school with a whole completely different style and taste in certain things than what he had in middle school.

mike never gave a fuck about “normalcy” or what the other kids in school were doing. he had found himself over the past year and he fucking loved it. everyone accepted his change though nancy teased him about it from time to time.

him, lucas, dustin and will were always the outcast. the group practically stood out to the rest as “losers” or “freaks” for their whole years of attending the evil world of hawkin’s schools. and when mike dyed his hair in the summer and started to wear more punk core clothes, the problems at school from other students became worse.

nothing major, just people who had a-lot to say about his transformation. but again, mike wheeler did not give a single fuck about others and lived his life how he wanted it to, with you and his group of friends by his side. and you? oh you absolutely loved your boyfriends style, how could you not? his pretty big brown eyes being a beautiful contrast to his loud hair which made the orbs shine more. the ray of rings that adored his slightly veiny hands. owning a wide collection from which he grew from receiving the pieces of jewelry as a gift from you whenever you can buy some. 

he was your perfect, snarky, but hilarious and loving boyfriend.

-ˏˋ ❀ ❀ ❀ ˊˎ-

“babe- cmon’, don’t leave” mike whines out from each kiss he placed upon your swollen lips. both of your guys lips red and puffy from the heavy making out you were both indulging in not even seconds ago.

and if you didn’t know, mike wheeler adored kisses. it seriously has to be one of the best things ever in life for him. he downright swore he could just sit and kiss you for hours and hours without stopping, he would never stop.

“babe, i’m sorry. but it’s almost my curfew, you know how my parents are!” pulling away from the boy to give him a dramatic but truly upset pout since you’ll have to be leaving and heading home, taking the time to take in his appearance.

mike’s orangish-blonde hair was ruffled on the top of his head in the most gorgeous way, pale skin slightly red from the heat building up in his body. his lanky but firm arms hanging out through the sleeves of the graphic tee he has on. he looked so pretty.

“no, stay just a while longer and hang out with me. please, baby”

“by ‘hanging out’ you mean, kissing and rubbing up on me until you get horny?” mike laughs at your sentence, a certain look in his brown doe eyes coming alight.

“and who says i’m not already horny?”

“micheal!-“ the wheeler boy chuckles as he rose up from his laying position, sitting up so he could place his lips back onto yours once more. kissing you, once.. twice, three times before pulling away from your sheepish face. his lips pulling into a small smirk as he eyed you.

“don’t you ‘micheal’ me, pretty”

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#yes another au! i can never get enough #<3 #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x fem!reader #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler #mike stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things #blonde!grunge!mike

[dollywony]

unfair - m.w/j.h

pairing: mike x reader & one-sided jane x reader

summary: the crumbled polaroid on the ground revealed the truth and some feelings.

a/n: aahh im so sorry for not updating!!! school and life has been so draining :( ive gotten so rusty with writing so i hope this isn’t horrible 😕

warnings: cheating, cursing, angst.

wc: 1k

It was 3:27 am. Who was ringing your door like a fucking mad man?

Grumbling, you got yourself up and pushed it open. To your sudden satisfaction, it was your boyfriend, Mike.

Widening your eyes, you questioned the lanky boy who had been standing out in the rain, fully drenched. That wasn’t the only thing that stood out to you though.

His eyes, bloodshot red while his nose was a furious shade of vermillion.

“Mike, what are you doing here?” You asked, as you ushered him into your house.

Sniffling he followed you in. Ushering off to get a towel for him, he held your wrist firmly.

Giving him a look of confusion and worry, he began to speak, not before immediately crying.

Not caring if you got wet, you pulled him into a hug and tried your best to comfort him. Whispering “it’s okay” and “you know I’m here” repeatedly into his shivering figure.

A few minutes went by before Mike spoke up.

“Y/n-“ Mike choked up, bursting into tears once again.

“Mike? What is it?”

You were met with no reply, the sounds of Mike’s sobs echoing through your ears again.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Mike finally let out, slowly letting his head hang low.

What exactly was he sorry for? You were sure he had done nothing wrong from what you knew.

“Sorry about what?”

Wordlessly, Mike fished something out of his pocket. A crushed up polaroid hit the ground.

Picking said polaroid up, your look of confusion turned into a fury of different emotions. It was at a party of some sort you guessed. Mike was against the walls, arms wrapped around some girl while hers were upon his chest, making out.

You were silent.

Nothing ran through your head. You tried to convince yourself that he was just caught off guard, maybe even set up but no. The look on Mike's face gave it away. It wasn’t like he was surprised, no. He looked like himself.

The image looked normal. Well, minus the fact that your boyfriend was making out with another girl.

He had done the one thing he had promised he would never have done.

Cheat on you.

Mike turned his head away, trying to somehow shove his shame away. Trying to somehow ignore the scene upon him. Trying to somehow, somehow believe this all is a nightmare come alive.

Mike's pleads and apologies haven’t even made it through your ears. They all seemed like empty, useless words.

Feeling the warm sensation of your tears streaking your pained face, you think of how minutes earlier you were wiping away the tears of who you believed loved you.

You bring your hand up as an attempt to wipe your tears away. They were useless, the ugly sobs stuck in your throat erupting and making you a mess. Your knees grew weak and gave up on you.

Tossing the polaroid to god knows where, you just cry. You just fucking cry.

It felt like hours, but when you look up to distinguish the time, only five minutes had gone by. Five minutes of the two of you crying had gone by.

“Mike, please leave.” Your voice comes out croaky. You were surprised that you could compose a sentence without breaking down again.

“Y/n-“

“Mike.”

Mike's face contorts from frustration to helplessness. But, he accepts your decision. He knew the mental message you sent him. The message that you couldn’t say right now. Not verbally.

Mike wants to fight with you, at least to try and get you back but he knows he’s lost.

He’s lost you.

Shamefully, Mike picks the tear stained polaroid and shoves it in his back pocket and heads for the front door.

“You know Y/n. I really still love you. I really fucking do.”

The sound of your door clicking had released the new streams of tears you tried so hard to push back.

Words couldn’t explain how you felt. You felt a mixture of multiple emotions. The feeling of nausea came to you, though you felt no need to regurgitate.

Through the door, Mike can hear your muffled, anguished sobs. He can hear the low whimpers you let out. He can practically feel the emotions radiating off you through the door.

Walking back to the black vehicle, he slams the door shut.

“You didn’t have to make me do that, you know.” Mike grumbles to his friend.

“Y/n had a right to know.” Jane scoffs.

“But you could have kept it a secret!” Mike exclaimed with frustration.

Mike was right. Jane could have kept it a secret but she didn’t.

She loved you too much.

“Y/n’s my best friend. I’m doing what’s best for her and you.”

“And I thought we agreed it would be for the best if she didn’t know?”

Staying silent, Jane doesn’t say anything. Sure, she agreed at first once seeing the unknown female in his bed but she didn't understand.

Why did you choose Mike?

Why not her?

Why was it Mike out of all people?

Jane had probably loved you the moment you guys became friends. Your bubbly personality, your smile, the way your eyes light up at the mention of cherries and penguins.

She loved you so much but why was it Mike that had won your frail, delicate heart over?

Jane knew she was selfish. She knew she was selfish for making Mike tell Y/n about his scandalous behavior but she didn’t care. She knew Y/n would take it horribly but she couldn’t hold the lies in any longer.

“Shut up Mike, it was your fault anyways.” Jane grumbles as she starts to drive to the Wheelers residence.

Even though as hard as Jane tried to ignore it, she knew that deep down Mike was Y/n’s and Y/n was Mike’s. No matter what happened. At the end of the day either one of you would run back.

And she fucking hated it.

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[scwheeler]

🩰 - your cousin’s hot!

pairing: mike wheeler x henderson!fem!reader

summary: while coming over to dustin’s house for a sleepover, mike finds out there’s a reason the guest room is occupied 😧😧

warnings: reader is dustin’s cousin

age of pairing: 15-16

mike rang the doorbell an annoying four times before dustin finally opened the door. “jesus are you dead or ignoring me now!” mike complained making dustin complain back, “hey i’m not the only thirty minutes early!” “my mom had some book club and she wanted me out of the house!” mike explained.

he had a duffel bag in one hand and a paper bag in one. they headed for dustin’s bedroom first, placing down mikes stuff and dustin explaining where he’s going to be sleeping. “why can’t i just use the guest bedroom?” mike asked, pointing to the uncomfortable air mattress on the ground and then to the door down the hall.

dustin would’ve responded if he wasn’t blowing up the air mattress with his mouth and nearly passing out. mike disregarded the question and instead unpacked his stuff. mostly it being dvds, games, snacks in the paper bag, and comic books. little to no clothes though. don’t get any wrong ideas now 🤨🤨 “remind me why you can’t just sleep on the floor?” dustin asked after finishing blowing up the air mattress. “what—then all your hard work would go to waste,” mike sarcastically replied, earning a drastic eyeroll from dustin.

“im gonna use the bathroom, where’s that again?” mike asked, standing up and heading for the door. “down the hall tot he left,” dustin answered and went to the laundry room to get a pillow and some new sheets. mike nodded in response and walked down the hall. if he wasn’t so distracted with dustin’s baby pictures on the walls, mike probably would’ve heard a faint humming coming from the room he was approaching.

before he could even twist the doorknob open, it did by itself and the white bathroom door opened automatically. revealing you wearing a beige towel around your chest and a smaller one in your hands, frantically trying to dry your wet hair.

you were closing your eyes because water droplets were flying everywhere when drying your hair with the towel so when you stepped forward to approach the guest room, you were met with an unexpected blockage. the two of you instantly looked up, both surprised to see someone there. “oh—sorry i—” during mikes apology instinct, he stopped himself once he realized you were only in a towel.

you were glowing, not cause it was the middle of the day and you were sort of wet but actually glowing. you were gorgeous, the type to be a romcom’s main girl! he stopped himself from gaping his mouth open but his eyes spoke for himself without words. they were wide open in shock and being absolutely smitten by you. he never knew what love at first sight meant until this exact moment.

while mike was borderline fainting and freaking out, you just stared at him with your bright eyes. your wet hair sitting on your shoulders dripping onto the beige carpet floor. you held your towel up with your hands making sure not to flash this stranger that you assumed was dustin’s friend because of the t-shirt. completely disregarding mike’s rambling you spoke up while staring at his shirt, “hellfire club.”

“what?” he was caught off guard, stopping himself once more and questioning your response. “your shirt. hellfire club, that’s the only thing dustin talks about during dinners,” you answered and pointed at his white shirt with black sleeves, decorated with a devil logo and black, red writing.

mike thought about your answer, dinners? as in dates? as in girlfriend and boyfriend?!? “w-wait? you’re like dustin’s girlfriend?!” mike stuttered. he tried not to act surprised but couldn’t, how could his best friend never tell him that he had such a pretty girlfriend? if you were his girlfriend, he would tell everyone in the whole goddamn planet!

before he could further investigate your identity, you immediately replied, “WHAT!” you looked absolutely betrayed and kind of hurt. “no! no! dustin’s my cousin! gross dude, he’s just my cousin,” you were disgusted and made a puking face at his question.

at first mike was relieved that you weren’t dustin’s girlfriend then looked down once again to find you not wearing any clothes and only a towel. “oh yeah i’ll let you get changed!” mike stood to the left side of the hallway so you could walk to your room, giving a little wave and smile before heading inside and closing the door behind you.

mike was speechless. was he daydreaming? did these kind of things ever happen in real life? he had a smile ear to ear spread on his face and rosy cheeks, not from embarrassment a little actually but from amazement. then a question popped into his head, how could a goddess like you be related to dustin…? must’ve been adopted at this point he thought.

“oh hey did you meet y/n?” dustin walked into the hallway hugging an orange pillow and a few blankets “y-yeah, she’s pretty cool,” mike answered, his eyes still lingering on the guest room door. he was waiting for you to walk out of the door and gracing him with your presence. good thing dustin wasn’t too bright when it came down to love and didn’t notice mike almost drooling over the five second interaction you and he shared.

“mike can you help me with these blankets?” dustin asked and struggled to hold all the four blankets in his arms. while he stared at mike for a hand, mikes eyes were still glued onto the door. forcing dustin to yell, “MIKE!” which brought him back into reality thank god.

mike turned to dustin who stood beside him and understood his previous question, grabbing a few of the blankets to help dustin out. after dustin muttered a thank you, he was going to say let’s go start our marathon when you walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.

you turned around and gave a quick glance to mike, with that same darn smile which made mikes stomach do cartwheels. he smiled awkwardly back, hoping to show that he reciprocated possible feelings you had for him. dustin’s eyebrows rose but before he could start shouting at mike at all the possible reasons why he couldn’t like you, mike beat him to it.

“your cousins hot!”

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x reader #stranger things #st 4 vol 2 #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #mike x reader #finn wolfhard #mike stranger things #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x you #stranger things season 4

[arachine]

do yk what i would give to have mike slender fingers wheeler finger me?? i would give my life. like i will hand it over to whoever to make it possible because it’s not even a want at this point it is a need.

no bc nonnie you get me. all i think about are his fingers…and how’d they fill you up so good ;((

mike is 18! + vaginal fingering, semi-public (at work), a messy stream of consciousness that i started writing out half asleep

not to go on a tangent but i hc that mike would’ve hated them growing up. i mean, it’s no secret that he was bullied, and we all know one of the things that the bullies made fun of him for was how freakishly pale and bony he was. it isn’t until the summer before college, when he starts to think differently of them.

he’d taken up a job to help save money for school, and who does he end up working alongside? none other than you, the former queen bee of hawkin’s high.

the two of you didn’t really talk in high school, something about cliques and hanging out with the opposite crowds…or something like that—but you knew of each other—well, he knew of you. and while he’d never spoken to you directly, he had heard enough stories from the nerds and outcasts about how…mean you could be.

and that’s how he came to the presumption that summer was gonna be absolute hell with you. endless bickering. endless insults thrown back and forth, followed by mean scowls and scolds…but there was none of that, surprisingly.

to his dismay, you were all smiles, and sunshine. a giggly thing that liked to talk, and crack jokes, and throw out random compliments. it was unnerving, weird. because here he was, with this made up version of you in his head, this mean-spirited, bitchy, bratty version of you that…didn’t even exist! it was just hatred fueled by word of mouth, and years of watching you from the sidelines but never talking to you. he thinks he’s the biggest idiot, and rightfully so.

the first thing you said to him on the job was how pretty his hands were. it was a simple comment, just something said in passing as he stocked the shelves, but it stuck with him. and at first he was confused because…they’d always been something he’d hated about himself? he thinks they’re just hands, just bony, pale things, but you were insistent—adamant, and everyday you’d never fail to let him know how much you liked them whenever you were in his presence.

and after some time of knowing you, somehow it’d gone from ‘your hands are so pretty’ to ‘i want them inside of me’ and he can’t fucking believe it, the poor boy doesn’t know what to do or how to respond.

but he let’s you use him. let’s you guide his hands to your pretty little cunt and fuck yourself with ‘em. and god, are you a sight to see. the faces you’re making? the things you’re babbling to him as you thrust his fingers in and out of your folds? are quite literally wilder than anything he’s ever made up in that head of his.

“been dreamin’ about this for so—shit—long, mikey,” your voice is breathy and straggled, words spilling from your lips like smooth honey. “always liked your fingers, think they’re so pretty.” your honest confession sends a flood of warmth straight to his cheeks, and he prays to a higher power that you’re so busied with his fingers, that you don’t notice.

“yeah?” his voice is soft, uncertain, like he can’t believe a girl like you would ever dream of wanting a guy like him. you were from different worlds, different universes. it didn’t make sense. but then again, none of this did. here you were—the two of you—in the inventory room, with his hands stuffed down your panties and, fuck, he was so hard.

he wanted so badly to touch himself, wanted to assuage the dull ache that he was feeling in his balls and his throbbing cock, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you—couldn’t take his hands off of you. self-restraint was something foreign to mike. he’d always been one to take what he wanted, do what he wanted, and say what he wanted, but right now? right now he’d just watch, and if that meant creaming his pants, then so be it.

“mhm, ‘m always thinking about you,” you start, “had my eye on you since sophomore year but you paid me no mind. did everything i could to get your—your attention.”

“really? but you were popular, i didn’t think you noticed me,” he unconsciously syncopates the last word with a thrust, and this makes you preen, all short and breathy.

for a second his brain stops functioning, and he has to literally force the gears in his head to start turning, to move so he can find the words to speak. he wants to hear that sound again, and again, and—

“mmm, feels s’good. do that again, mikey,” you ask him with those pretty puppy-dog eyes, but he doesn’t exactly know what he did because he didn’t mean to do it. he indulges you anyway, though, even if his approach is hesitated and inexperienced.

“i mean…’m nothing special,” he begins to move, “so what did it for you, what made you fall for the loser?”

“d-don’t be stupid, i tell you everyday. you’re so—shit, pretty.”

his obsidians are trained on your own, fingers moving in and out tantalizingly slowly as he processes this information. sure, you may have made it known on multiple occasions that he had pretty hands or whatever, but he thought you were just fucking around with him? because that’s just the type of dynamic the two of you had established—friends, acquaintances, fuck, amiable associates that joked around to pass time at work?

“you say my hands are pretty, though. never heard you say i’m pretty. do you really think that?” it takes all of your strength to not slap him silly, so instead, you shut him up with a kiss. it’s slow and soft, and the two of you groan into it—he groans because your cunt’s squeezing his fingers, and you groan because you’ve been waiting to do that for so long.

“god, mikey…your fingers are stuffed inside of me and you have the nerve to ask if i think you’re pretty?” you pull away from his face, hands still tugging on his uniform shirt. “let’s make a deal. if you make me cum before our manager gets back, i’ll tell you all the times i tried to get your attention in high school. deal?”

the brunet studies you before answering, “deal.”

#mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x reader smut #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x you smut #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x y/n smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x reader smut

[finalgirlfae]

IDK IF YOU TAKE REQUESTS BUT IF YOU DO, CAN YOU DO A COCKWARMING FIC WITH EITHER FINN WOLFHARD OR AGED UP! MIKE WHEELER???

mean, mike wheeler

aged up!mike wheeler x reader

warnings: smut, cockwarming, mean!mike, short fic

mike wheeler was mean. he pushed you in the halls, shot you dirty looks in class and yanked on your hair whenever he got the chance. you didn’t understand why, seeing as you two had been the best of friends until that starcourt mall fire three years ago and he went cold on you. like it was your fault his hangout spot burned to the ground and his girlfriend and best friend moved away. it was so long ago for fucks sake.

he was an unnecessarily rude person and when you complained all you got was the same old same old “boys will be boys” and if that was really true then you were in deep shit. your attempts at rekindling your once happy friendship had been in vain until two hours ago the lanky boy suggested you come over to his house after school to “talk.” but there was not a lot of that going on.

“stop fucking moving.” mike said in a flat tone and he flipped through channels on the tv. you two were sat on the couch in his basement- well he was on the couch and you were on his cock with a blanket over your bodies to cover the fact that your pussy was drooling all over him.

“i’m trying not to-”

“you’re not trying hard enough.” he said. mike placed a hand on your back and shifted on purpose making you let out a loud moan. he filled you up so good it was almost impossible to think, but you had to keep in mind his promise. he said that if you stayed still he would be your friend again but you two had been at this cruel game an hour and all the teasing shifts he gave from under were killing you. mike said that if you really wanted to be friends you would do anything, that included keeping his dick warm while he watched tv.

your skirt was bunch around your hips and your panties moved to the side, he knew how badly you wanted it. how badly you wanted to bounce on his cock, kiss his lips and grip his hair but he was just too mean to let you have it.

he stopped flipping through channels when a loud star wars movie came on. mike looked up at the basement door, noting that it was still closed before looking back at you.

“go ahead, fuck yourself.”

#request #mike wheeler #mike wheeler smut #stramger things #finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x y/n #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x reader

[h0n3yj4y]

Mean!Mike x Fem Reader

Nsfw - aged up Mike to 19 👍

Warnings: smut, rough sex, cursing, mocking, degrading, chocking, light slapping, Master/Daddy kink (both cuz why not), overstimulation i think, climax denial, licking lol, he yells at u a lil, idk what else to put but u get the gist 🤭 its a bit of a slow burn, theres build up to the actual rough sex so yea

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You and ur boyfriend Mike where in his basement watching a movie that honestly neither of u were paying attention to. Why? Well, a certain someone was slowly inching their hand further up ur thigh.

Mike loved doing this, in public places, around friends, just to see ur reaction and how easily wet u got over him trailing his hand up and down ur thigh, occasionally tightly gripping it which would make u gasp, that would make him smirk at u. He'd have a cocky smile, proud of himself.

But this time Mike had other plans than just lightly teasing u like this. Instead of stopping, he kept going, until he reached ur clothed cunt, you were only wearing underwear and one of Mike's oversized sweaters, so it was very easy access for him. He softly rubbed a few figure eights which made u let out a shaky breath due to the sensation. U turned ur head to Mike who was still looking at the movie, pretending as he wasn't doing anything but oh but he knows what hes doing to you.

You started to squirm a little, getting impatient, softly whimpering. "Did i tell you you could move, slut.?" you then heard ur boyfriend say in a stern tone as he pulls his hand away and looks down at you with an intimidating gaze, a gaze that would make u melt and obey his every command. You looked up at him shyly and shaked your head "n-no..." - "No what? Hmm?" - "N-no...Master.." you look away from him feeling a bit embarrassed, you liked this all too much tho.

You felt Mike grab ur chin and aggressively turn your head to face him "Look at me when im talking to you bitch!" you flinch a lil at his sudden raise of voice. "I-im sorry Master, it wont happen again..." - "Good girl, it better not."

You were used to Mike getting aggressive like this when it came to doing intimate things, it was all part of him asserting dominance and you loved every part of it but tried not to let him know, though we all know he does. You were terrible at hiding when you really liked something, he could easily tell.

"You know, i think a lil slut like you deserves a punishment. You'd like that wouldn't you?" hearing those words come out of Mike's mouth made u squeeze ur thighs together tightly, it was so fucking hot. You completely forgot that he still had his hand resting on ur upper thigh, so he felt u press ur thighs together. He smirks "Guess that's a yes huh? Thought so."

He took his hand of ur chin as he pinned u down on the couch, both hands above ur head. His other free hand roamed down to ur dripping cunt as he removed ur underwear then raising the sweater over ur stomach for better access and view. You tried to get away from his grip but he tightened his grip on ur wrists, making u whimper in pain. There was no chance of u ever getting away from his grip, he was way stronger than u anyways.

Mike notices that and smiles innocentlg at u "Aww, did i accidentally hurt my lil baby?" he asks u with a lil pout "y-yes, a lil bit" his innocent act goes away very quickly after u say that, his facial expression drops to a stern one. "Well suck it up cuz there's more where that came from and i promise you it'll be way worse if u dont obey, ok Bunny?" you quickly nod, obeying him and trying ur best to not disobey him or do anything that will upset him again. Though u kinda want to provoke him, you love when his voice gets all deep and serious, it has a nice rasp, its very, very hot. You love it even more when hes rough with u like this, its a feeling like no other.

As you were drifting off thinking of how hot and amazing ur boyfriend is, u feel 2 fingers being shoved inside u, making u let out a loud moan as u arch ur back, not really expecting him to start off so harshly already.

"uh- uh, did i tell you that you could moan whore? You better stay quite or else, ok?" u bite ur lip and nod. He starts to pump and curl his long digits in and out of u, hitting ur sweet spot everytime without missing. This is making u go crazy, u don't know how longer u can stay quite.

As ur trying super hard to keep ur mouth shut, you see Mike lean down towards ur clit, looking at u with a devilish smirk as he starts to swirl his tongue on it at a painfully good rhythm. This is what brakes u, u cant hold it in anymore. You let out a loud moan, the overwhelming pleasure being too much. You feel urself getting close causing u too grab at Mikes hair and throw ur head back.

As u do this Mike suddenly stops, he takes his fingers out of u and takes ur hand off his hair as he then hovers over u and leans in ur ear, proceeding to then choke u pretty harshly making u gasp and grab his arm as he then whispers "What did i fucking tell you, hm? I told u to not make a single sound or even touch me, right? So why did you fucking do it you whore? couldn't obey a simple rule that Daddy gave u huh?" he sternly and angrily says in ur ear, nibbling at it a bit harshly, a shiver runs down ur spine, being very intimidated and extremely aroused.

"I-im sorry Daddy, pls it just felt too good, i c-couldn't help myself..." u stutter, Mike tsk's at u as he leans away from ur ear, making eye contact with u. He slaps ur cheek, not too harshly but enough for it to sting a lil as he then grabs ur face "pff, how pathetic. Well, i guess u give me no choice but to harshly fuck ur tight lil cunt, i bet you'd love it if i fucked u dumb, like the good cock slut u are, isn't that right Angel?" that all made u squirm and close ur legs in arousal. You shyly nod ur head but that doesn't satisfy Mike.

"Oh c'mon, us ur words slut. You have a mouth right? Then use it." he shakes ur head a lil as u then stutter out a "y-yes Daddy, p-please" - "Good girl, now be a good slut for ur Master and bend over for me won't u" he places a kiss on ur lips passionately making u smile as u then obey as u turn around and rest on ur elbows, ass up infront of Mike. He slaps ur ass harshly and u let out a quite moan, not expecting that and it hurting a lil but feeling good.

You hear Mike unbuckle his pants as he takes them off and his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the basements floor. You then feel the tip of his dick press againts ur entrance in a teasing way, making u whimper, wanting him so badly.

"Aw what's wrong Bunny? So desperate to have my cock deep inside ur dripping cunt? Ur so wet for me, you know that right?" - "yes M-master please, i want u so badly please. I need ur huge cock deep inside me now" u say with whimpers as u sway ur hips, trying to get some friction, so desperate to have his huge cock inside u.

You hear Mike chuckle "alright Angel, if u say so" u then feel him shove his cock deep inside of you very harshly as he holds onto ur hip with one hand and the other goes to harshly pull ur hair to throw ur head back. You let out very loud moans, the pain and pleasure feeling amazing but also very overwhelming.

You try ur best to not be very loud but its literally impossible at the pace he's going. Mike's pounding into u hard and fast, having no intentions of slowing down. U keep letting out loud moans until u feel 3 fingers being shoved in ur mouth, followed by a harsh pull of ur hair.

Mike leans close to ur ear as he sternly whispers "Shut the fuck up whore, u wouldn't want anyone hearing us now would u? But now that I think about it, you would like it, you'd love for people to know who you belong to and how I make you feel. For everyone to know ur Daddy's lil cock slut." All u can muster out are muffled moans as he starts to go faster and harsher making u roll ur eyes back. Mike rests his head on ghe crook of ur next, biting down harshly making u mewl in pleasure, he then licks the spot he abused since he drew a bit if blood.

U ghen feel a knot forming at ur lower stomach so u try to tell Mike that ur close and u succeed but what u didn't expect was Mike coming to a stop and pulling out of u all of a sudden, letting go of ur hair and taking his fingers out ur mouth.

U moan in confusion and frustration, just being denied ur climax. U are about to say something but Mike then flips you around so that you are laying on your back, facing him. He then shoves himself back inside of u, picking his fast and harsh pace back up, making u arch ur bike and let out even more louder moans. Before you can let out another moan you feel Mike's lips against yours as he kisses you harshly, getting u to shut up or to at least muffle ur slutty moans.

He pulls away for a sec "God shut the fuck up already whore, ur so fucking loud." don't get him wrong he loves hearing ur beautiful moans and how u moan out his name but u were seriously being so loud, u were gonna get eachother caught. He goes back to kissing u, this time choking u a bit to make sure u stay quiet enough.

U loved how his hand perfectly wrapped around ur neck, almost feels as if it was fit to belong around ur neck and ur absolutely living for that.

As Mike continues his fast and harsh pace, u feel a knot form at ur stomach meaning that u were close again. "Mmm M-mike im close" - "Hold it, don't u dare cum yet" u whimpered in agony, u dont think u can hold it, it was too much. "You'll cum when i tell u." he growled, burying his face in the crook of ur neck. U felt him kiss ur neck and nibble at it, licking ur sensitive spot whenever he would suck on ur neck which made u go crazy. U loved the sensation of his warm, soft tongue trailing along ur neck, especially on the places he's marked.

You felt his dick twitch inside u as he says "Cum for me baby, now." - "y-yes Daddy mmm, cum inside me pls, fill me up" u were on birth control so it was ok for Mike to cum inside u. You then let out a loud muffled moan as u clawed at Mike's back, cumming all over his cock as he then let out a moan of his own, climaxing inside of u, filling u up.

You both road out ur highs as he then pulled out of u, both of u catching ur breaths. Mike hovered over u, looking u up and down, smiling down at u, placing a soft kiss on ur lips. You sighed in relief, smiling back at him and cupping his face as u caressed him comfortingly.

"You ok baby? Need anything? Did i hurt u?" Ah yes, anytime u and Mike have harsh sex, he takes good care of u afterwards. Getting all worried and asking you if u need anything every 5 seconds. You loved how caring he was afterwards, he was truly the best. "Im ok Mikey dont worry, u didn't hurt me at all" you smile reassuringly at ur worried boyfriend. "You sure? Please tell me." - "Yes Mike im ok! don`t worry so much, i will be ok, though i don't think i'll be able to walk for awhile."

Mike laughs and kisses ur forehead "Yea i know u won't be able too, gonna have to carry u around like a baby" - "oh fuck off" - "Love you toooo" you both share some laughs and sweet sensual kisses and hand holding. Mike then gets both of u cleaned up, giving u a new pair of underwear and a mute green sweater of his to wear.

U both then go to his room as u fall asleep in eachothers arms. Feeling safer than ever and so very loved.

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A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever ff so plsss don't bash me if its kinda bad. I finished writing this at like 2am im so tired guys. (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄﹏o̴̶̷̥⸝⸝)

Anywho, i hope u enjoyed it! I don`t write a whole lot but i might write some headcanons or imagines for Mike or/and Miles in the future. Might do other Finn characters aswell like Richie and Boris. Uuuu maybe i will write some Will Byers stuff and Byler stuff aswell! Who knows we will see, anyways good night now, take care luvs <3

OH ALSO IF THERE ARE ANY SPELLING MISTAKES PLS TELL ME SO I CAN FIX EM, THANK U BYE BYE💛🌻🌼🌾

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[bellaramseysgf]

Helper (M.W)

Warning(s); smut!! (piv),cockwarming,soft dumbifaction, daddy kink,hand kink.

Pairing(s); Mike Wheeler X girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; you’re feeling needy while Mikey is trying to work on college homework.

A/n; my hyperfixation on Mike came outta no where. Mike is 19!!

You were laid on the couch in the wheelers house waiting for Mike to get done with homework. You were bored and the soft pangs of arousal that shot through you every few seconds made you squirm. No one else was home just the two of you and the tv could only entertain you for so long.

You got up with a huff and made your way into the office where he was working peaking your head in the door. “Mikey!!” You whined and he stopped spinning around to look at you. “Yes baby?” “M’bored!” You walked inside closing the door. Mike eyed you for a minute “bored or needy?” You fiddled with the hem of your dress. “Both..?” He hummed.

“I’m almost done. Sit” he said pointing to the couch in the office, you quickly walked over sitting down. You watched him continue to type away. You loved watching his fingers move the muscles in his fingers and hands flexing, veins becoming prominent under his pale skin.

All you could think about was how they felt digging into your sensitive spots until you cried. The way they felt on your tongue when he’d let you suck against them until you fall asleep.

“Baby, you’re whining.” Mikey informed you and you jerked back to reality “sorry, daddy” “daddy? You feeling fuzzy baby?” You nodded and he motioned for you to come to him. You scurried over to his side “tell daddy what you want.” “Daddy’s cock, Please.” he glanced at the computer and then back at you.

“Alright, you gotta let me finish though okay? Then you can have all your fun.” You nod and he spins his chair unbuckling his belt. He lifted one hand to your hip while the other worked his jeans opens and pulled himself from his boxers. He pumped himself a few times before he gripped your hip spinning you around.

“Sit back” he instructed and your did so, Mike lifted your dress up slipping your panties to the side as he slowly pushed himself inside. “Why’re you so wet hmm?” “I don’t…don’t know” he let a chuckle out as he fixed you in his lap. “You don’t know? Just a brainless baby for me?” You nodded. “Awh baby, daddy should’ve payed more attention. Poor thing! probably been needy since this morning.” You whimpered as he shifted again.

“None of that now” he pecked your cheek “let me finish so I can take care of your messy little self” you nodded and laid back into his chest as he wrapped a arm around your stomach. “Yeah, that’s my good girl” he went back to work while you sat there perfectly still like a good girl.

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[walmarttrashbag]

Ouch.

POV: You and Finn are both on Stranger things and his character makes your character pissed off.

I read over the script and covered my mouth with my hand, laughing. I looked over to Finn and his jaw is wide open, eyes full of shock and terror.

Kayla was gonna kick Mike where it hurts.

"Oh no... No no no no no! No fuck no!" Finn yelled, running around the place. The rest of the cast had read the script too, bawling out in laughter.

It was now time to film, Finn's soul had just about died and I had a grin on my face.

"Finn, relax! I won't kick you that hard! Here, to help the pain!" I grabbed Finn's chin and put my soft plump lips over his. Finn's emotions were quickly waved over with pure love and lust, his eyes had hearts in them, but all that soon changed when he felt a sharp pow in his groin, erupting a loud yelp from the poor boys mouth. The slender teenager fell down gripped at his manhood, he was sure he was gonna get a bruise there.

"Fucking hell!" Finn cried out, unable to move from the floor, he was in too much pain to speak a sentence too.

I kneeled by him, patting his fluffy-curled head, gently kissing his cheek a couple times as puppy whimpers of pain shot from his mouth in small groan-like noises. I looked down upon my friendly victim and said "Oh stop, I'll pay for your broken dick"

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[vneuns]

here’s an ask!! mike slutting you out in the dressing room😵‍💫

[ Mike Wheeler x afab!reader ] heheh, and ofc mike is aged up in this. and WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT.

reblogs and feedback appreciated <3

warnings // slapping, p in v, praising, etc

“Have to keep quiet baby, don’t want anyone to hear you’re pretty little whimpers do you?” mike questioned teasingly as his dick repeatedly hit that one spot that made you feel the best.

shaking your head you bit your lip looking down where the two of you connected his cock covered with your wetness.

“feel- feels so good mikey, feels so good.” you whimpered just as his hand that wasn’t holding your hip went down to your clit making small and tight figure eights to increase your pleasure.

and before you could say anything when you felt your release it was as if Mike had read your mind. in a second his head was against yours whispering praises in your ear about how good you were being for him, and he’d buy you whatever you wanted because you deserved it.

leaning forward you connected your lips together just as you started gushing all over him, and without stopping Mike kept his hard thrust pulling away from your lips to catch his breath when the overstimulation became and hit too much and you were pulsating around his cock.

“god baby, you’re so fucking hot. gonna let me cum in this pretty pussy?” you were on birth control and it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t stocked up on birth control the way you fucked like rabbits, but it warmed your heart the way he asked even though he knew the answer.

“mhmm.” you felt a ring on your cheek after mikes hand collided with it. a small moan left your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“use. your. words.” his pace gradually slowed down and your hands immediately went to his hips trying to keep him inside when you felt him pulling out.

“cum inside me mikey, please please—,” your pleas were silenced as your boyfriend picked back up his pace as if it never slowed down, his mouth going to your neck where he left small hickeys along your collarbone.

after a few seconds you felt him stutter as he shot his load deep inside you before coming to a complete stop his forehead going back to lay against yours as you both attempted to catch your breath.

just as you went to say something you heard a knock at the dressing room door.

“hey.. um— we’re gonna have to ask you guys t-t- to leave the store..”

“move along loser.” mike yelled over his shoulder watching as the worker scurried away from the harsh tone laced in your boyfriends words.

“that was hot.”

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[ebullient-beauty]

- - - fuck you dumber - - -

aged up mike wheeler x bimbo cheerleader reader warnings for the series: agedup!mike wheeler, smut, swearing, nsfw warnings for the preview: agedup!mike wheeler, swearing, references of sexual actions, nsfw

preview: Mike Wheeler, aka Wheeler Boy, was elated. He had recently gotten to be Dungeon Master during a Hellfire meeting, he was doing good in school, but best of all, he had a fucking hot girlfriend. You were one of the most popular girls at Hawkins High, being part of the cheer team helped with that, but that wasn't why. It was because you were… sexy and you fucking knew it. So you dressed like it too. Short skirts, deep V-necks, almost everything being some shade of pink, and every once in a while you wore that dress that was so small you had to wear shorts underneath.

But Mike loved it. He loved seeing you feel at home in the spotlight, he loved overhearing you talk about him to your cheerleader friends, he loved when you called him over to the popular people table, "Wheeler Boy! Get over here!", and loved when he got to sit next to you while you made it obvious to the jocks sitting near that you were off limits. But what he loved a whole lot was that fact that sometimes (most of the time, actually) you would tease him for the full school day and then get him off or let him fuck you the second you guys went home.

You only ever teased Mike for a day, knowing how he got when unfulfilled, but you had decided 3 days ago that you would try to torture him for as long as possible so he would fuck you the way you really wanted. He had only ever done you like that one time before, when he went a full 2 weeks without seeing you because he was in California. When he got back- let's just say you could not walk correctly for a full day. But he had left you craving for it, for that feeling where you knew he held absolutely nothing back from you.

You had your wonderful idea planned to the T and written in your notebook, and tomorrow was the day you would put it into action. You knew to play your cards right, you couldn't make it obvious that you were teasing him relentlessly. So the plan was as follows:

Thursday- Day One: Excuse of not meeting with him after school is that I have cheer practice and after family dinner, then off to bed.

Friday- Day Two: Excuse of not meeting with him after school is that he has Hellfire and by the time it's over, I'm "too tired".

Saturday & Sunday- Days 3 & 4: I'm out of town with my parents for a family gathering at Aunt Rosie's house.

Monday- Day 5: Excuse is that I have cheer practice and after I'm going to Cathy's house to study and sleep over.

Tuesday- Day 6: Basketball game that I'm required to attend, because cheerleader, duh and we leave during last period.

Wednesday- Day 7: Cheer meet after school and then all the girls and I are having a sleepover party at Nicole's house

Thursday- Day 8: Plan for Armageddon Wheeler Boy

And that was all you had. After a week of torturing your poor boyfriend, you didn't know whether it could go on past that. You sighed in exhilaration, opening the drawer on your nightstand, and slipping in the journal before shutting it closed. As you laid in bed, all you could think was that this is gonna be fun.

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[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Mike Wheeler headcanon

~ It is manipulative. He doesn't hesitate to manipulate to get what he wants and get his way.

~ Another characteristic is that he has an obsessive nature. So once he sees you, he starts to become obsessed. His obsession gets deeper day by day.

~ Is a bully to other people who wastes your time and distracts you. He especially does not hesitate to bully his opponents.

~ It has a sticky nature. So you have to spend most of your time with him. He literally clings to your hip and refuses to move away from you.

~ He is overprotective of you. He is trying to protect you from anyone and anything that could harm you in the slightest way. Their protective behavior prevents others from approaching you.

~ He uses gaslighting, a form of manipulation. This allows him to gain power and control over you.

~ He has a savior complex. He always wants to be your savior. He's trying to be your white knight.

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[robinbuckleysgfreall]

Needy! Mike is the best type of mike

So true bestie || sfw and nsfw headcannons ahead:

Needy!Mike wheeler headcannons

Sfw

Needy!mike always needing to touch you wether that’s your arms linked or his hand in your lower back, he loves physical contact

Needy!mike who loves cuddling with you even if it’s 1000 degrees outside he just loves being close to you

Needy!mike who gets worried if he hasn’t seen you in a few hours so when he does see you again he kisses and hugs you like he hasn’t seen you in years

Needy!mike who is so clingy that even when your around friends he will have his hand in your back pocket or wrapped around your waist. He’ll even go as far as to sit you on his lap.

NSFW

Needy!mike who loves to your tits wether they are big or small he just loves playing with them, sucking on them and leaving hickies

Needy!mike who is obsessed with being between your legs, even when your studying he will be going down on you because he just can’t get enough

Needy!mike who loves for you to cockwarm even after sex he just loves falling asleep with his cock burried inside your warm walls, also gives him easy access for great morning sex

Needy!mike who worships your body, kissing every part of you and whispering praises until your practically begging him to just shut up and fuck you

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[claireunoia]

[8:00] mike wheeler ˖⋆࿐

➪ 𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈 can you please, please put on cyndi lauper now?” your voice exasperatedly whines out for what felt like the hundredth thousandth time. your shaggy haired boyfriend, mike let out a breath of air with a dramatic pout forming on his red lips in reply to your request once more. he seriously did not want to listen to cyndi lauper

“babe i really don’t want to hear that poppy music—“

“bam you’re not being fair! we’ve listen to the beatles for over an hour now, stop being a meanie” you rant, sitting up from your laying position to directly face mike who held an unimpressed expression on his beautiful features right across from you on his bed.

“okay, okay fine. just one more song, i promise” the boy replies to you but not without a slender pinky hanging out in a promise which he was waiting on for you to complete, his full brows furrowing together when you didn’t.

“sure, whatever mike” immediately after you finished your sentence, you hear mike gasp a bit too loudly.

“oh, so i’m mike now? m’not your bambi anymore?” mike exclaims with his signature cute dumbfounded look which you couldn’t help but to smile at. you quickly covered it up though, you needed to be mad!

“you lost all privileges to that name, mike”

the wheeler boy chuckles breathlessly with a shake of his head, his tongue touching and poking the inside of his cheeks as he eyed you down momentarily before raising up from his spot on the bed.

mike then walks up to you, his tall lanky figure towering over yours as you sat with wide parted lips peering up at him. wondering and anticipating his next move. he then leans down a bit to reach your height, just enough so he was looking you straight in the eyes. quickly, you instantly got caught up in his alluring stare, his irises so dark they looked almost black.

mike smiles just a bit before leaning in close enough until the point you could practically feel the heat radiating off of his body. he could quite literally see how easy it was to work you all up, it was very obvious to the human eye.

just when you thought he was about to lean in to kiss you, he all of a sudden pulls the arm that was behind your head the whole entire time back. to reveal a record of cyndi lauper’s “she’s so unusual” album clasped in between his fingertips.

“sorry, the tape was behind you baby”

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[scwheeler]

🏹🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — i hate love her

pairing: loser!mike wheeler x popular!fem!reader 😉😉

summary: influenced by ‘i hate summer’ monologue from ‘500 days of summer’ // mike wheeler clenched his teeth and mutters he hates you but as much as he tries, he can barely get the words out

warnings: description with crooked teeth, 1960’s haircut, knobby knees, mention of scars and bruises (these are just vague descriptions that fit the monologue & i also look different from this description but it’s just according to the film so please don’t take it personally thank you 🙏🙏)

age of pairing: 14-15

i hate y/n.

mike stared at her from across the classroom, crossed legs and tapping your number two pencil on the wooden desk repeatedly. it bothered him so much, only adding to the mental list of things he hated about you. rather than staring now he was glaring but he sat behind you and a couple rows over which meant you didn’t even notice. continuing to annoy him without a single thought.

he pressed down his pencil into his notebook until the lead snapped, making him also snap out of this trance. he looked down at his empty paper with a dark lead circle in the middle. he ripped out the sheet and crumpled it up, debating whether to throw it at your head or into the trash can. he probably had a better chance shooting it at your head than landing it in the trash can according to his sports record but he refrained because your hair looked nice.

he wasn’t sympathetic especially when the situation included you but he wasn’t an asshole. it must’ve taken you all morning to do that hairstyle and agree that you liked it. he just didn’t want to throw all your hard work away so he kept the crumpled paper and shoved it in his backpack, agreeing he’d either throw it to your head another day or throwing it away at the end of class.

“mike! i asked you a question mr. wheeler, what’s the answer to the question on the board?” the teacher asked in a stern tone, hands on his hips and trying to get mike’s attention. mike looked up and away from you, hoping you didn’t see his eyes hurrying to avoid your eye contact. you turned around from your seat to look at him as did the rest of the class.

mike was out of it. he was thinking about something else, you. he forgot to write down all the notes on the board which contributed to what the answer could be to the question the teach was asking. before he could apologize, a hand rose up in front of him. it was yours. your arm popped up and attracted the teachers attention. “yes, ms. y/n?” he asked now taking his burning eyes away from mike and to you.

“if mike can’t answer it, i’d gladly do it myself,” you replied and not in a sarcastic or rude manner. it was like you wanted to help him. “sure that would be great, go ahead,” the teacher proceeded and let you come up to the board. you took your notebook with you, it was covered in bright stickers and shiny gems matching your appearance. mike watched as you sat up from your desk and almost skipped to the board.

you picked up the small white chalk and wrote down your answer, copying your equation from your notebook. the class watched but mike observed. he thought about how you saved his ass from getting yelled at the teacher. why? after finishing the equation, you turned and returned to your seat, winking and smiling at mike before doing so. he shook his head, whatever. he hated you.

i hate her crooked teeth.

if he hates you so much, why was he up at three in the morning still thinking about your stupid smile. your pearl white teeth almost blinding him in the middle of math class. his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes pierced through the ceiling of his bedroom. what was your problem? you didn’t do this to any other person in the school? let alone the entirety of hawkins! so why did you chose him? was this a punishment?

mike groaned and turned off his bedside table lamp, looking at the alarm clock reading 4:27 now. he spent almost four hours just thinking about you and it infuriated him. he liked girls before, girls in his class, girls on the tv, girls in his favorite movies. but he never stayed up thinking about him until this late hour. so what made you so different?

was it your smile? it wasn’t even that nice! he’s seen better smiles in the newspaper and even his mom may have had a better one. yet you were the only thing on his mind and mike couldn’t stand the feeling.

he turned to sides left and right, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep but it was no help. by the time, his eyelids were finally about to shut, they were disturbed by the bright light of the sun coming up. he hated you so much.

i hate her 1960’s haircut.

the next day at school, mike slung his backpack over his shoulder and got to his locker. he agreed to meet dustin before the hellfire club meeting afterschool and was in a hurry. the most unfortunate thing about going to his locker was that yours was right next to it.

he always avoided you everyday, trying to find a time that would be good for him to approach his locker without you being there. however unlucky for him, you were there most of the day. either taking with your friends, unloading your heavy textbooks, or just leaning against it waiting for the bell to ring.

this forced mike to hide behind the corner, peering over time to time like a creep to wait for you to leave. he was even late once or twice just going to his locker at you finally left when the bell rang. when his teacher asked why his eyes slowly trailed to you, who stared back at him innocently. unknown that you were the reason why he was late and got detention.

he could only shut up and take the yellow slip from his teacher. sliding into his desk in the back and staring out into the window in annoyance. why did he need to avoid you? why wasn’t it the other way around?

today was worse. worse than mike could ever imagine. he headed for his locker, after watching you walk down the hall to your cheer practice as you always did afterschool. it was weird how much mike knew about you. he hurried to his locker and put in his code. opening it quickly and grabbing his books and shoving them into his backpack for homework later.

as soon as mike closed his locker door, he almost had a heart attack. you were standing right there, facing away from him and looking into a small mirror attached to the door of your locker. you were applying another layer of strawberry chapstick, the one you carried everywhere and put on during first period, third period, and right after lunch by your locker.

so he was definitely surprised to see you standing right in front of him, puckering your lips and looking into the mirror. completely oblivious of mike standing behind you with a shocked expression saying ‘what the fuck!’ you didn’t even notice him staring at you for a full on five minutes. mike would never admit it but you weren’t such an eye sore as he tried to convince himself all last night.

you were actually nice to look at. really pretty and your hair was right in front of his face, the scent of strawberry and peach shampoo and conditioner filling up his senses. without him even knowing, mike’s frown became a small smile.

your high ponytail with a white bow made you look like a character from a 60’s cartoon. it was moving side to side putting mike into a trance but he snapped out of it as you put the cap back on of your chapstick, signaling mike to go back into hiding and run away before you freak out and sic the entire basketball team on him for being a creep.

he turned around and rushed down the hall, not looking back and just praying that you didn’t notice his existence like you did for the last ten minutes. how he hated you so much.

i hate her knobby knees.

dustin informed mike that everyone was required to watch the final hawkins basketball game tonight, making the hellfire club meeting postponed which eddie would be furious about but he didn’t want his parents being on his back about getting another detention this month. at least lucas would be glad which made going to the game worth it for him and dustin.

“what if we just slipped out during halftime?” mike suggested to dustin who was climbing up the bleachers to look for an empty seat. “if we get caught our asses are toast and my mom will take away my satellite meani—” dustin was explaining but mike had heard this a hundred times to repeat it, “—meaning no suzie, i know i know,” he grumbled and sat onto the wooden seats.

before the game even started, a girl walked to the middle of the gym and stayed singing the national anthem. or at least what sounded like it kind of. she sounded like a muppet, he and dustin agreed on. after that, a bunch of green uniforms filled up the center stage.

it was the hawkins cheerleaders, including you. his eyes immediately fell upon you, disregarding the other twenty girls and guys wearing the same outfit. you were the only one that caught his eye and he couldn’t tell why. was it cause of the weird interaction earlier today?

you were skipping in with a smile plastered on your face, those stupid pearly whites blinding mike once again. you had pom pom in your hands, waving your arms around and waving to the crowd. you didn’t spare mike a glance even once but he didn’t mind. at least it meant he could stare at you the entire time the cheerleaders introduction was happening.

what surprised mike was that you walked to the center, as everyone got into formation, you were center stage. your smile was warm and could light up an entire room, as it was doing now. you danced in the front with a bunch of other girls, doing a routine you guys probably practiced a million times before. mike could see the nervousness in your face, hiding behind that smile you held so proudly.

he noticed your knees, they were kind of crooked. you also had bruises on them, cuts too. skin tone band-aids trying to cover the scars on your knees. people might’ve thought they were ugly but mike found them nice. not like he was a sadist or anything about scars and bruises but it made you look more real. like you weren’t just another carbon copy of these popular cheerleaders who had perfect lives and appearances like the girls surrounding you.

you were different. something about you gave mike a hint that you wouldn’t make fun of him or laugh at his face if he made a mistake. maybe it was because you helped him yesterday morning or smiled at him a moment after.

either way, he found himself clapping for you after you finished your dance, enjoying your performance and rather disappointed to find it so short. dustin was confused, wasn’t mike just giving suggestions on how to sneak out of here five minutes ago? now he was smiling and clapping like his girlfriend was out there dancing in front of the crowd?

why did you make him feel this weird? this good feeling he had whenever he saw you? he had to force himself to hate you to avoid his true feelings from spilling out. he hated how you made him feel.

i hate her.

i hate love her so much.

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if you're doing them, may i request mike reacting to his s/o calling him Mikey Wikey? he'd die of embarrassment lol, please and thank you!

Dating Mike Wheeler and Using Embarrassing Nicknames

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date mike wheeler and use embarrassing nicknames

pairing: mike wheeler x reader

warnings:

note: i decided to do this as a headcanon because i’ve never written any for mike !! i love him so i’m super excited !! i hope you love it :)

Mike typically really likes pet names.

He uses very basic ones, opting to call you “baby,” “babe,” “honey,” etc.

You, on the other hand, choose the most mortifying nicknames Mike has ever heard in his life.

The first time, you called him “Mikey Wikey.” He looked like he was going to pass out. His neck and ears flared up, turning a dark red shade, and he spluttered out a few confused words.

You made a mental note of his reaction, choosing to torment him from that moment on.

“Mikey Wikey,” “Snookums,” “Honey bun,” “Muffin,” etc.

He never knows a moment of peace ever again.

The worst part is when you call him something like that in front of his friends, who absolutely never let him live it down.

Dustin still calls Mike “Snookums” from time to time.

Nothing beats the way Mike gets flustered. The way a dark shade of red crosses his entire face, coating his ears, neck, and cheeks. He often gives you an exasperated look, begging you to call him a normal nickname for once.

He secretly loves it !! He thinks that the names are pretty funny, although he’d never tell you. It would ruin all the fun.

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