#mike wheeler fluff

[drewsprettygirl]

barbie girl ｡˚ ⋆꒰ა♡໒꒱⋆ ˚｡ 🎀🍉

mike wheeler x doll collector! fem reader

smut. this is fucking nasty so if u guys dont like mike wheeler smut just s c r o l l ♡♪

age pairing : 17-18

warnings : none

the exchange of looks and stares between you and a classmate of yours in chemistry bubbled across the hallway. you had taken an interest towards this boy, “wheeler” as you called him. his glare towards you always sent chills to your spine. or even to your throbbing— we aren’t there yet.

it wasn’t a joke that he was hot. he was really hot for a nerd. his fingers always got your panties in a bunch. his nose— oh god don’t even get started with his nose. his nose is perfect and to think of it, his curls were cute.

you guys were partnered up for a project and he had to come to your house to finish, and that’s how he ended up in your room, admiring your collection.

mike considered himself a gentleman, a respectable boy, but boy did he reconsider those words as soon as he saw what you were wearing. half of the time he was over, he was either talking to you or staring at your hardened nipples under your shirt due to the cold temperature of your ac.

“you collect barbies?”

“yeah.”

“don’t you think they’re kind of uh.. creepy? imagine sleeping and first thing you see when you wake up is a doll.”

“i don’t think so. they’re quite pretty to me, to be honest”

“i don’t really have a collection. i play dungeons and dragons.”

his fingers lingered on your barbie doll that you were quite fond of. your malibu barbie. a wave of confidence washed over you.

you had remembered the lingerie set you bought a couple of months ago on impulse. it wasn’t like you were actually planning to fuck someone. you weren’t a virgin. you had taken a few polaroids of yourself wearing the dainty pink lace panties and the bra that was almost spilling your huge breasts.

“i’ve got a barbie you can play with.”

mike felt his cheeks go red. what was she implying? immediately, dirty thoughts went onto his pretty head. he had always thought that y/n l/n was hot, first of all, she was a cheerleader. she was pretty. he just chose to ignore those lingering feelings he had because he didn’t want a relationship.

“is this gonna be a one time thing?” he asked. they were both slowly closing the gap between them, feeling their hot breaths on each other. “it’s up to you, mike.” slowly sliding down her own straps of her pink gingham tank top.

“i don’t want it to be a one time thing.”

“so do i.”

those words made him push over the edge, as you pushed him to your bed and straddled him on top, grazing your fingers on the evident bulge in his jeans. he pulled you to his face and you guys started to make out.

you unbutton his shirt while his hands were fondling your thighs, later you came to unzip his jeans and later his underwear, leaving him completely unclothed. he went to pull your tank top until you stopped him.

“ah ah ah. you don’t get to touch me.”

“come on y/n. please let me touch you—“

“you have to work for it, baby”

feeling defeat, you had tied mike onto your bed posts. your bed didn’t look any different to your barbies’ clothes. it was all styled in pink and lace.

you teasingly take your shorts off. leaving you in your sheer pink panties that made mike drool at the sight of your pussy. sitting beside him, you slowly pull your panties showing him your glistening core.

“i wanna touch you so bad, barbie girl.”

“good things come to those who wait, ken.”

you unclipped your bra revealing your tits. mike watched your breasts move with a slack jaw, the tip of his dick having a shade of an angry red. of course, you didn’t fail to see that so you did him a favor.

“you’re so big mike” “how will you fit in me?” you showered him with praises that didn’t fail to make him moan as your fingers were wrapped around his cock with your spit coated in it.

you crawl on top of him, only for his mouth to be met with your cunt. immediately he latched his mouth onto your pussy, and licked a stripe up, leaving you shuddering with his touch. kitten licks turned into big licks. big licks turned into sucking. the sucking turned into him plunging his tongue in and out your throbbing core, making you catch your high and throw your head back in pleasure.

mike grabbed onto your hips to support you, further, his hands started to dig onto your supple skin. “m-mike— i’m close- oh god” the overstimulation made you feel weak. you eventually started grinding on his face. it had only been a few minutes yet this boy had made you come more than 2 times. you felt yourself release, him lapping up your juices with his tongue.

you pulled off his mouth and collapsed on the other side of the bed. “you alright?” he asked. he sat up and looked at you, noticing your chest was heaving up and down.

“i have an idea.”

“well, we can make that idea happen if you untie me.”

“oh i will.”

you had grabbed your lipstick shaped vibrator from the drawer of your nightstand, mike parting his lips in shock of all the toys you have hidden in your drawer. you quickly untied his wrists from the posts of your bed, him immediately getting on top of you and starting to kiss you.

“what are we gonna do with that little toy of yours?”

“use it on me, please.”

“mmh, what if i don’t wanna?”

“i don’t take no for an answer pretty boy.”

next thing you know, you were sprawled in your bed. legs parted wide and mike dragging the vibrator across your pussy. “o-oh! oh my god- fuck!” you said gripping the sheets. he had increased the speed of the toy, making you buck your hips unconsciously. surprisingly you squirt. (bye wtf im crying how does squirting even work)

“oh god, you’re a squirter-“ “shut up!”

“i wanna fuck you even more now”

“then do it mike”

he had lined his cock up your pussy and started to ease himself in slowly. he starts to pound in your pussy in a controllable speed, then it goes faster. faster until you feel like your back was going to break after all that arching. you could even see the tip of his cock visibly inside your womb.

“shit— you feel so good barbie.”

“faster- faster- please baby”

loud moans were heard across the room. you were thankful that your parents were away this week for a vacation in italy. if your parents were home, god you would’ve been grounded for half the year.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“can i um— ask you something? its- its more of a favor but like—“

“what is it?”

“could you uh— ride me.”

you looked at him with a surprised look painted on your face. you didn’t expect him to ask you for a favor like that, as if you weren’t the one who started this fuck session with him. his cheeks were red out of embarrassment, you smiled as soon as you saw his face and agreed with his “favor”.

you flip each other’s positions, leaving him under you. you sink onto his dick, firstly, moving your hips back and forth, ending up with you vigorously bouncing on him.

his moans were loud. he was whining like a bitch, showering you with praises like “y/n you’re so good..” “so fucking beautiful” “you feel so great oh god—“ he felt himself slowly reaching his high. he didn’t have a condom on. “y-y/n i’m about to cum.” he spoke so softly.

“i didn’t put a condom on”

“it’s okay, you can do it inside.”

those words pushed him over the edge, releasing inside of you. as soon as you felt his cum inside you, the knots inside were erupted.

you collapsed on to the other side of the bed looking at him. his eyes shut and his lips parted, chest heaving.

“that was nice” you said. just so that the silence wasn’t so awkward.

“yeah. you know, i’ve always liked you.”

“you did?”

“yeah.” he said. kissing your lips softly. it wasn’t like anything you had done just a few seconds ago. it was a sweet kiss. the ones you share with pure love in it.

you guys were totally fucked up the next day tho, you had forgotten about the reason why he was even over at your house.

[fuqsketti]

Making out with Mike and getting caught by Holly/Mrs. Wheeler?

caught || mike wheeler x reader

A/N tysm for the request!! <3

unedited

warnings : not smut but a bit heated?? fluff

Y/n had been going to daily outings with her boyfriends friends for years now, nothing new.

All of Mike’s friends had left one by one after spending the majority of the day hanging out with the couple, with the exception of Dustin, who just couldn't seem to get the hint.

“Dusty bun.” Mike teased, in the girliest voice he could muster.

Dustin didn’t even look up from the lego set he was building.

“Stop it- i’m focusing.”

Mike’s face contorted into a scowl

“Doesn’t Suzy normally call you around this time?” He asked, tapping his watch to emphasize his point.

Dustin- again - didn’t look up.

“No, I still have a whole hour before my dearest lovebug calls.” He murmured while placing another lego where it belonged.

Y/n watched this all with an amused smile, she knew what Mike was up to- of course she did.

“Give up.” She mouthed to Mike when he looked at her defeated.

Mike shook his head then turned back to Dustin.

“Hey Dustin.”

Dustin sighed, obviously annoyed and looked up at Mike.

“What Mike?” He said with an obvious attitude that almost made Y/n break into laughter.

Mike smacked his arm

“Your walkie talkie, where is it?” He asked.

Dustin shrugged hitting Mike back in the thigh.

“At home.” He answered.

“Go get it.” Mike said.

Dustin gave him a weird look before asking,

“Why? Why would I do that?”

Mike turned to Y/n once again to telepathically ask why Dustin would have to do that, but Y/n merely responded with a shrug.

“I got these new…” Mike started then trailed off as he looked around his basement for answers.

“Batteries!”

“Y/n bought them for me.” He added, smiling to try and seem convincing.

“Okay?” Dustin was definitely skeptical, putting down his legos on the table.

“They have a new formula, or mechanics.” Mike uttered, he was never too good at lying but he looked at Y/n and decided to press forward.

“Apparently you won’t ever have to replace them, they stay charged.”

“Bullshit.” Dustin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“No, no, i’m serious.” Mike assured him, nudging Y/n.

“Mhm.” She hummed, nodding enthusiastically.

“Fine.” Dustin sighed, getting up off the ground and dusting his shorts off.

“But if I come back here and those batteries don’t work your giving me one of your comics.”

“Can I choose which one?” Mike called after Dustin, watching him go to the back door.

“Nope.” Dustin chirped then walked right out.

“See you in a bit!”

“Bye!” Y/n called after him.

When Y/n turned her attention back to Mike, he had moved from the other side of the couch to her side, peppering her face in kisses. Despite the fact that she was certain she had only taken her eyes off him for a mere second.

She was never too good at the whole intimacy thing, she didn’t know what to do or where to start but Mike always seemed to. He somehow just knew.

To say it was intimidating was a bit of an understatement.

Mike had moved his kisses down to her neck, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation.

She could feel Mike smile against her skin.

A slight twinge of pain, caused her gasp

“Mike-!” The eager boy chuckled biting down on her neck.

Mike always did this; He would buy them some time, make the moves on her, and then laugh when they were inevitably caught by his friends.

It had happened one to many times already.

She assumed he enjoyed the thrill.

Maybe he enjoyed seeing her flustered when caught- or maybe liked the idea of everyone knowing who she belonged to.

She wasn’t sure of which and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask.

“Shh.” He shushed her then kissed the spot he had just abused.

She whimpered again, a bit louder this time.

Mike pulled back from her with a smile as he brought a finger to her lips.

“Stop being so loud.” He whispered, with a laugh.

“Don’t wanna get caught.”

He patted his lap and she laughed at how dorky he tended to be yet-still climbed on.

He smiled at her before leaning in, she leaned back, offended that he called her loud, although she knew it to be true.

“Please?” He whispered, his face contorting into a pout.

She chuckled lowly as she complied, closing the gap, their lips moving in sync as soon as they connected.

Mike was a calculated kisser, he took his time, analyzing what she liked, what she seemed overwhelmed by and most importantly what made her buck her hips against his.

He swiped his tounge against her bottom lip to ask for an entrance.

She denied, he growled, one of his wandering hands sliding up her shirt, his cold touch against her warm back making her gasp-

He took advantage and slipped his tongue right in, beginning to play with her bra hinge.

It was always a mystery to Mike Wheeler how those contraptions worked.

His other hand cupped her breast, as their tongue battled for dominance and there she did it. His favorite thing. Her hips bucked against his almost instinctively.

“Good?” He pulled away, a bit out of breath as he whispered- she nodded eagerly, although out of breath, she still pressed those frantic little kisses all over his face, grinding against him the whole time.

He smiled as his hand finally figured out how to unclasp the bra, their lips reconnected, quickly. This time Mike had no patience to be calculated- he just wanted it all.

“What are you guys doing?” A small voice chirped, both teens practically have a heart attack toppling off each-other.

Holly, mikes younger sister, had somehow managed to sneak down into the basement undetected.

“Nothing-!” They both shouted in unison, Y/n quickly moving to cover her breasts- although her bra was not fully off, and her shirt was still on, she still felt exposed.

“Why were you sucking on her face?” Holly asked innocently, tilting her head like a puppy.

“I wasn’t-!” Mike shouted, his face red.

“Oh my god.” Y/n gasped then got up thinking of something quick to distract the young girl.

“Cmon Holly- Uh, let’s go make some lunch.”

Holly grabs onto Y/n’s hand and they start walking towards the stairs

“What we’re you guys doing?” She asked again.

“Nothing sweetie, cmon.” Y/n smiled and let Holly go ahead of her on the stairs since she had heard mike stand up from the couch.

“No- you stay here.” she demanded turning on her heel to look at her boyfriend.

“Why-?” He asked

Instead of answering she lets her eyes talk, them leading down to his…y’know.

“Jesus.” He gripes, covering it with his hands quickly.

“I’ll be right back Mike.” She leans forward and kisses his cheek

“Mhm, make sure you lock the door when you come back.” He says with a smile as he crinkles his eyes.

“Whatever.” She teased walking right up,

Yeah, they are never doing that again

[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.

[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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[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

[dollywony]

bet - m.w

pairing(s): mike x reader

summary: michael wheeler accepts a bet to make you fall in love with him before the school year ends but what ends up happening when he starts to fall too?

a/n: if you can’t tell I’m a whore for angst + i was typing this in the lab 💀

warnings: cursing, fluff 2 angst back 2 somewhat fluff?? 😭

wc: 2.25k+

It had been three months since you and Mike had made it official. Three months since Mike Wheeler had made the bet with his friends.

A bet to make anyone of their choice to fall in love with him until the last day of school. If he had won, his friends would pitch in and give him 200 dollars. If he had lost, he would have to give his Atari up to his friends. And god, Mike Wheeler was not one to turn down bets.

That same day, Mike had approached you by your lockers saying he found you cute and wanted to know if you would accept his proposal for dinner at Bennys. You had said yes, for goodness sake you thought no one ever saw you as attractive. Especially someone like Mike Wheeler.

To say you were on the moon when you heard those words was an understatement. You felt as if your grin was going to leave a permanent mark on your face from how hard you were smiling.

Over the months you and Mike had dated, you felt like you knew him better than you knew yourself. Mike liked his mom's apple pie the best, he despised the fumes of nail polish, he kept his hair messy because he thinks the ladies love it, and so much more.

You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.

You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.

You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.

You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.

You were the same, opening up to Mike about almost everything. Your insecurities, your relationship with your parents, and practically everything else in your life. Like the time in third grade when your crush had laughed in your face when you had confessed your feelings.

Mike had cheered you up nethertheless, saying that he missed out bigtime. And you believed him. Mike made you feel wanted, he made you feel important.

It wasn't like Mike Wheeler was lying, he did see something special in you. Something he hadn't seen in other girls.

He liked that you weren't afraid to let him see who you truly were. Not just your perfect side, a side where a majority of people like to hide.

He saw someone who was refreshing to look at. He saw someone who made him feel free. He didn’t want stupid, silly hair gel, he would be more than content with a girlfriend who brushed his hair to help him maintain it.

Six months into their relationship Mike had gifted you a scrapbook full of images of memories and messages from him. You had bursted into tears when you were finished taking in every detail of the book. You felt pathetic with the bracelet you had made him but Mike assured you that he wasn’t disappointed.

Their could be no fucking way he was disappointed, he loved it. He loved the charms attached to it representing important key details in your relationship. A milkshake charm to represent the strawberry milkshakes you two always shared at Benny’s. A pie charm to represent the endless amount of times you stole a slice or two from Mrs. Wheeler’s freshly baked apple pie. A music charm to represent the love you both held for AC/DC. God he couldn’t be happier.

As your relationship was nearing the ten month mark, Mike had slowly forgotten about the bet he made with his friends.

That is until he was approached. “Mike you haven’t forgotten about our little bet right?” Troy had questioned stepping closer to Mike. realization slowly sank into Mike as he remembered the bet he had made carelessly months ago. “Oh.. yea right the bet! No I didn’t forget? What made you think that?” Mike shamelessly lied to his friends, scratching his neck.

As you were walking down the hall trying to reach the lab before the bell rang, you overheard Troy retort, “Oh you know, you and Y/n have been really close these days. I wouldn’t be surprised if you fell in love with that hag instead.”, laughing with his goons.

A fucking hag? Would it hurt him to look in a mirror? You had thought. You quickly hid behind the lockers trying to hear what they were saying. As you peered at the group, your eyes laid upon Mike. Huh, that was weird.

“Oh hell no dude!”, Mike's voice spewed out, disguising itself as grossed out. “Why would I ever fall in love with her? I mean, have you seen her? She looks digusting with those fucking eyebags and don’t even get me started on the daddy issues with this one. It's insane. You better prepare the $200 because I am not losing this bet.” Mike rushed out, as if these words were acid.

Oh.

Nothing ran through your head. You didn’t hear Troy and his goons laughing and leaving. You didn’t hear the loud thud your chemistry book made when it fell to the ground.

All you heard was Mike's response over and over. The words rang through your head like an alarm. He didn’t love me. He thought I was hideous. As the tears began to bubble up in your eyes, you ran.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you had to go somewhere. Somewhere that wasn’t tainted by mike. Somewhere where your apparent lover hadn’t left his mark.

You kept on running and running. Wiping the constant tears away while running had exhausted you but nothing hurt more than his words. Then that was it? All the words he had told you, all the messages, everything?

Everything was fake?

Fuck.

As you approached your house, you barged in. you didn’t bother to answer your mother, concerned why you had so much rage in doing simple tasks.

You didn’t care. All that circled your head was that Mike never loved you. It was fake. All part of some fucking, stupid bet. As you scramble through your drawers, dumping out everything that Mike had gifted you, the heartache only grew.

You shoved all of the gifts he had made you in a tote bag. You didn’t care about anything else. How could you have been so stupid? How did you let yourself spiral down this mess?

Those were Mike’s exact thoughts too. As he heard the thud of your book, he had looked near your direction only to see your back as you ran away, Mary Janes clicking against the ground. He had known it was you.

Only you were brave enough to engrave your initials into the heels. As Mike had connected the dots, he realized that you must’ve overheard his conversation.

Fuck.

He should have explained a long time ago. No, fuck that. He should have admitted how he felt before falling down a hole he would never be able to get out of. He knew, he knew that this was a situation that was bound to happen but he was terrified.

Terrified on how you would react. Terrified that you wouldn’t give him a second chance.

Fingers grasping around the scrapbook Mike made for the both of you, you couldn’t help but think how could have done this all for a bet. A measly fucking bet. 

Shoving the scrapbook into the tote bag, you stormed out of your house, riding your bike into the middle of the woods.

Oh how you wanted to scream. Scream at Mike, scream at Troy, scream at anyone who was willing to listen. Scream how you felt. You weren’t even sure how to describe it. All you saw was red. 

As Mike scurried around Hawkins on his bike, wondering where the hell you were, he had caught sight of your figure running into the woods. He had ditched his bike wherever he was, he finally could explain himself.

You threw the bag onto the floor, dumping all the gifts out without care. As you ripped and destroyed everything in your sight, you kept on crying. Fuck. It hurt like a bitch. 

What have you ever done to Mike Wheeler huh? What did they gain from this? What was the whole fucking reason? Sure you weren’t the best looking or the most popular but you had never gone out of your way to harm them like they had done to you. 

As your eyes laid on the unharmed scrapbook, you slowly picked it up. Flipping through the pages frantically, you try to find any signs that showed that he truly loved you.

Maybe, just maybe he really did like you for one moment. You needed to cling into the last spark of hope you had. As you scanned the last page, the letter he had left you to read for your first anniversary was there, untouched. 

“Promise me, promise me you won’t read it until time comes.” Mike had said, gazing into your eyes. “I won’t Mikey, I promise.” You replied, hugging him. 

Fuck that promise. It was basically nearing a year. What’s the harm? Your relationship was practically over. 

Dear Y/n,

If you’re reading this, we’ve most likely broken up. To be honest, I didn’t really even know who you were until Troy pointed out that you existed. That’s really shitty to admit but, it’s true. But I am so fucking grateful that I met you. 

I know this is such an asshole move, but I got dared to make you fall in love with me. And I accepted because number one, I didn’t know who you were, number two, I treasured my Atari so much, and number three, I wanted that two-hundred. But now? Fuck that. Fuck my Atari. Fuck the two-hundred. They can have all that if it means that I can have you. 

These past few months have probably been one of the best months of my life. Meeting you, getting to know you, has been so thrilling. You’re like a fresh breath of air. 

I want us to try again if you’ll allow it. If you’ll allow it, I’ll do anything. I’ll restart everything, pretend I've never known you. Fuck maybe you’ll forgive me and we’ll progress from there on. I don't care. Everyday since the night at Benny’s you’ve been on my mind since then. 

You are a fucking pearl in the massive heaps of sand. I’d be a fool to try and not make myself look foolish to keep you than just to let you go.

So I beg you, y/n please give me another chance. I wont fuck this one up. I swear, every word I said to you, I meant it. Your smile, the fact that your lips taste like grapes, no. I love everything about you. I'll understand if you won’t accept my apology, but please. Please think it over.

                                                                                                    Forever yours,

Mikey ♡

Oh my god. You didn’t know what to believe. You heard nothing. All the leaves crumbling under Mikes converse, your intense heartbeat, the sudden thunder. Nothing.

As you felt someone’s gaze on you, you looked up. Regrettably, you immediately avoided eye contact. Mike. Fuck. How were you going to explain this?

“Y/n-” Mike started, a mixture of emotions in his voice. “Mike, no.” You said, getting back up. “Mike is this- is this real?” your voice cracked.

You were terrified of his answer. You were terrified of the thought of starting over. Terrified that this is linked to another bet.

But this terror didn’t overcome the terror of the whole letter being a joke.

“Y/n.. Why would you question that?” Mike's voice came out, hurt. As he approached you, taking off his sweater he spoke. “Of course the letter is real. Everything, every single thing I wrote out, I meant it. I love you more than anything.”

You felt his sweater around you, trying to shield the fierce bullets of rain pouring onto the two of you. “B-but then why.. Why’d you say all those things?” You blubbered out, avoided eye contact with the only person who gave you sparks. Sparks of love.

“Y/n, I didn’t really mean it. I know it was unnecessary, but I froze up and blurted out random fucking shit. I feel like an asshole. Really.” Mike stammered, cupping your face. As your eyes lock, you examine his face, trying to detect a lie.

None. You could tell that Mike truly meant this. But it still hurts. You’ve only told Mike about the problems you’ve been having physically and mentally and he used it against you whether he liked it or not.

“Mike,” you started, tearing up once again. “I think I’m going to need some time to think it over..”. Sobs erupted out of you. “You know? It’s just too much at once.” You said, removing your hand from Mike's grasp.

“O-oh yea! Totally no no it’s okay!” Mike had said, and he genuinely meant it. He had known that what he said had hurt you. He would by all means give up everything to go back in time to not say that.

“Just know Y/n, I’ll always love you and I never meant what I said. I fucked up big time.” Mike let 

out, eyes watery. “Thank you Mike.” You said, leaving, bringing the unharmed scrapbook with you. 

You felt guilty of course, Mike had seen that you destroyed mainly everything he gifted you. But that didn’t matter. What really mattered was if you were going to give him another chance. 

Mike didn’t ask for his sweater back. Neither did Y/n give it back. He hoped that this could be an opportunity for him. Any opening or signs he would receive from you, he’d run them to the ground.

He was letting go of this bet for you.

[murdrdocs]

Secret relationship with Mike Wheeler headcanons🤭

: ̗̀➛ shockingly, mike can keep a secret

: ̗̀➛ he’s not ,,, particularly good at keeping secrets, especially ones that he wants to tell every single person that he runs into

: ̗̀➛ but the secret is kept

: ̗̀➛ he’s super obvious about it tho, tripping up on his words when he mentions something you two were doing

: ̗̀➛ “yeah we were um, uh, it’s not important what we were doing but—“

: ̗̀➛ and his poker face is TERRIBLE

: ̗̀➛ whenever you arrive to hangout with the rest of the group and you’re saying your hellos, he’s watching you as if he wasn’t sucking face with you right before this

: ̗̀➛ his big Bambi eyes never leave your face … EVER

: ̗̀➛ he thinks you’re so pretty and he tells you so often and he just can’t believe that your his and he just refuses to look away from you for too long

: ̗̀➛ you’re not all that good at hiding it either

: ̗̀➛ you’re so touchy: throwing an arm around his back or over his shoulder, reaching to play with his hands, brushing his hair out of his face or picking a thread off of his shirt

: ̗̀➛ like it’s just sooo obvious that the others don’t even bother to comment on it they just Know

: ̗̀➛ you’re always at mikes before the others are, you start riding/biking together to get to places, you both so casually blow off plans to hangout together

: ̗̀➛ “cant, going to see that new movie with mike” “can’t, we’re hanging out that weekend”

: ̗̀➛ it’s gross in that way that a couple in your friend group is for a while, but then the others notice how both of your moods have improved significantly over the past couple months and they don’t bother complaining

: ̗̀➛ eye rolls are still exchanged though

: ̗̀➛ when (if) you break the news to everyone, the party pretends to be shocked. steve and jonathan are genuinely shocked. and nancy and robin don’t bother hiding it

: ̗̀➛ to be fair, mike did have to break the news to nancy when he needed to borrow the car off of her

: ̗̀➛ and robin could just tell all along

[pinkposies]

heyy luv

could you maybe write something about reasuring Mike ? i feel like he doesnt know how pretty he is aaa thx lysm

Reassurance

a/n requests are open!

warnings: none

parings Mike Wheeler x fem!reader

Mike overheard your 'friends' talking behind his back while he was in algebra class. They talked about him without shame even though they were right behind him.

"I even don't understand why she is dating." Rosa giggled as she said.

Sarah shared her laughter, "Even Shane Jovian was rejected by her. Compared to her boyfriend, he's a 10." She replied while glancing at Mike's back.

Mike's leg bounced as he scoffed at the words. He considered Shane Jovian. He was aware that Shane has been interested in you for a while, but he didn't actually believe Shane would make a move on you. The more he considered it, why did you turn down Shane?

You and Shane would make the ideal couple. You are the head cheerleader, and he is the team captain on the football team. He reasoned that Shane was everything Mike.

Mike was viewed as a freak who despises gatherings and sports. Shane shared similar passions as you did. He was tall and strong enough to defend you from anyone. While Mike was taller, he was also quite skinny and had no idea how to throw a punch.

"She could honestly do better. She should just leave him." Sarah said.

Mike scowled as he threw a sidelong glance at the two girls. He looked Sarah in the eye then she pretended to be reading. He let out a sigh as he continued to ponder their statements.

What if you break up with him for Shane?

Why are you even interested in him?

Mike's knuckles grew white from how tightly he was holding the desk, and he felt his throat start to tighten.

Mike immediately gathered his belongings and left the classroom as soon as the bell rang.

You got out of class earlier than normal, so you stood outside his classroom, "Hey ba-" You attempted to greet him, but he ignored you.

Catching sight of his face, you were worried, "Mike, wait up!" You yelled while the other students pushed by you. When you attempted to take his hand, he snatched it back and asked, "Mike, what's wrong?"

Mike continued on his route to his destination without turning around. His trembling fingers was fumbling with the lock as he stopped at his locker. He continued to look down, biting his lower lip. Mike let out a frustrated groan as he dropped the lock.

What the hell is going on, Mike? You grabbed him by the upper arm and hauled him inside an empty classroom. Making an effort to meet his eyes.

He avoided making eye contact while looking around the classroom and responding, "Nothing."

"Tell me what's going on in that head of yours," you said while holding his hands in yours.

Mike eventually looked at you after releasing a nervous breath "Why are you dating me? Why not go for someone who is more attractive. Why would someone like you want to be with me? I mean, look at you." He ranted.

"Babe where is all this coming from."

"I overheard your friends mocking our relationship after Shane asked you out."

You exhaled, "Listen, Mike. I can't even describe how attracted to you I am. Shane is an empty-headed jock who simply wants to date me for sex, and I couldn't care less about him." As you stated, "However, you don't want to date me to show off as some sort of prize. Mike, you are sincere. You don't put on a facade to blend in; you are who you are. Therefore, I love you. I'll choose you over everyone else because of that."

As your hands held Mike's waist, he felt your lips brush against his.  "Now, tell me who was talking shit about you," he moaned as you intensified your kiss.

[baby-ditzzy]

studying with bff mike wheeler omg, drinking coffee and eating pastries, warm sweaters, passing notes with doodles on them, acing ur maths tests thanks to him, brushing ur legs against each other after getting bored OMG <33

[qtssvnwoo]

Embrace- Mike Wheeler

warnings- Like one suggestive comment by Mike, rushed because I’m tired, otherwise fluff

word count: 787

a/n: The ending is rushed cause I started writing this days ago and now I’m tired and wanted to finish it for you guys.So, if there’s spelling mistakes just deal with me. Also, y/n/n means your nickname if you didn’t know 

   The pitter-patter of the rain kept you awake. Staring at the ceiling, you thought about…nothing. Nothing plagued your mind as you lay awake in the silence of the night. You didn’t know why, but the silence didn't comfort you as much as it had in the past.  

   You sighed as you turned over on your side, scanning your room for something to do. Your eyes landed on a picture of you and your boyfriend, happily holding hands and smiling while he kissed your cheek. Smiling to yourself, you turned back over onto your back. You thought for a few minutes before finally deciding to try and call your boyfriend, even if he was sleeping.    

   Reaching over to the phone that rested on your nightstand, you pressed the numbers that were attached to your boyfriend's phone. You waited while hearing the ringing, concluding that he probably wasn't going to answer. You defiantly almost put the phone back onto the nightstand before you heard a soft “Hello?” on the other side.   

   “Mike!” You said excitedly as you placed the phone back against your ear.  

   “Y/n? Why are you up so late?” Mike asked. There wasn’t one hint of weariness in his voice, he sounded fully awake, which puzzled you.   

  “Why are YOU awake Mike? Don’t you go to bed at nine?” You teased, hearing him chuckle from across the phone. 

   “Not tonight, I took a nap when I got home early so I’m wide awake.” You fiddled with the string of the sweatshirt you were wearing as you wracked your brain for something to say, or at least to talk about.    

  “Did you have a nightmare again love?” Mike asked, concern lacing his voice. You laughed to yourself at your boyfriend's concern for you, you found it quite cute.  

   “No, I just can’t sleep.” You heard your boyfriend shuffling on the other end of the phone.  

  “Hold on, I'm coming over.”  

   “Wait Mike do-” Before you could protest he hung up. Sighing you placed the phone back on the nightstand and continued your previous activities of listening to the rain dancing softly on your roof.   

   Before you knew it, you heard a soft tapping on your window, thinking it was just a tree branch, but you ignored it. The tapping becomes harder, making you angrily glare at the window. You saw your boyfriend's wet frame smiling softly outside your window while waving at you.  You got yourself out of bed and made your way over to your window unlocking it and lifting it to get a good look at your boyfriend.   

   “I was going to tell you not to come.” Mike laughed and climbed into your room, shaking his head as a way to dry his hair.  

   “Mike!”   

  “What? I’m wet!” You laughed, kissing his cheek and leading him over to your dresser.  

  “I should have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere around here…OH here!” You handed him a pair of gray sweatpants that you had convicted from his closet the last time you had been at his house. He looked at you while smirking.  

  “Did you steal my sweatpants?” Smacking his arm, you threw the sweatpants at him and pointed at your door.   

 “You know where the bathroom is.”     

  “I could just change in here though? The bathroom’s so far away.” He playfully winked at you, taking a step towards you so you were face to face. His lanky frame towered over you, you knew what he was doing but you just sighed and turned your back towards him, making your way over to the bed in the center of your room.  

  After a couple of seconds, you felt the bed weight dip as you looked over to the side and saw your boyfriend smiling at you. He reached out an arm, as a way to prompt you into his arms, which you gladly excepted, shifting yourself over so you were comfortably inside his embrace.   

  “You tired yet love?”  

  “I would be if you didn’t talk so much.” You joked, causing your boyfriend to act as if you had just shot him, pulling a hand to his heart,  

“Oh, my heart, you’ve wounded me.” You rolled your eyes and cuddled closer to Mike, basking in his natural body heat. 

  Mike smiled to himself while he rubbed your head, pulling you into a hug. He rested his head on top of yours and listened to the acceptance of the rain outside. Mike kissed your forehead as he felt himself grow tired, now resting his check on top of your head.   

 “Goodnight Mikey.”   

  “Goodnight Y/n/n.” And within a couple of minutes, you felt yourself drift off into sleep inside the warm and comfortable embrace of your boyfriend. 

[nancys4gf]

hellfire shirt | mike wheeler

summary: mike looking pretty in his hellfire shirt.

pairing: mike wheeler x gender neutral reader

warnings: none

note: self indulgent because i just want to call mike pretty.

̟ ̇.˚︵‿୨♡୧‿︵˚.✩

the first time mike wore his hellfire shirt, he didn’t think it was anything special. 

but as he sat next to you at lunch, talking about his plans for the weekend, you could only think about the way the black sleeves heightened his dark hair. or the way the white fabric complemented his pale skin, the slight red making his rosy lips stand out. 

“what?” he suddenly stopped, noticing you weren’t paying attention.

you shook your head and told him to keep talking. with a shrug, he went on, complaining about losing his highest score at the arcade.

you tried your best to listen, but it was no use. the usual cafeteria turmoil faded away, as if anything that wasn't mike had gone blurry. you couldn’t take your eyes off him, completely enthralled by his movements.

finally, he rolled his eyes, resigned. “okay, you’re not listening to anything i’m saying.”

“i’m sorry,” you chuckled. “it’s just… you look pretty.”

“oh?” he breathed out, his eyes widening, lips slightly parting.

“i like it.” you pointed at his shirt, and he glanced down at it, the curls bouncing on his head. “you look pretty. it’s distracting.”

you had never called mike pretty before. he didn’t think anyone had ever called him pretty. but he liked it. a little too much.

“thanks.” he smiled, and even though he looked away in order to hide his face, you could still see the way his cheeks had turned pink.

you giggled, and asked him to continue with what he was saying. but he couldn’t remember. he didn't care, either. his heart pounded incessantly against his chest, your words echoing in his mind.

ever since, mike wore his hellfire shirt in hopes that you'd call him pretty again. and you did, every single time.

[drewsprettygirl]

little miss. 💋 ༉‧₊˚.

mike wheeler x fem! reader

slight! smut. we don’t get into p in v in this fic.

age pairing: 18+

small heads up, you’ll be the angela in the story. angela is y/n. this takes place in the roller rink scene, aged up. ( pls don’t interact if you’ll just shade down my fic regarding mike. i’ve seen so many mike writers getting hate over this situation. i only write for fun. )

you were eyeing this boy, beside that jane hopper. he looked so eye-catching; there was something about him that made warmth pool inside of you.

the way his hands held jane’s. you wanted that.

sure you had jake, he was a really cute guy.

but this? you had to have him. and you took the chance.

୨⎯ " ♡ " ⎯୧

“milkshakes? yum!”

why is y/n here. i’m supposed to be enjoying this, but she’s starting to ruin it. mike was just talking about how his milkshake was better. did she watch him?

she strutted across the floor on her skates, fixating her gaze on — mike?

“where oh where have you been hiding this handsome thing?”

y/n looked at him with soft eyes, the eyes where you would think “oh she’s such an angel” in your head. but no. she’s so much worse.

i didn’t know how to react. “uh— y/n.”

“th — this is mike. my boyfriend. “

she’s reaching her hand out to him.

“y/n. pleasure.”

her words melt like butter. she says it smoothly.

mike’s looking at her so— dreamily. i look down into my lap. why does she always have to ruin the good things.

୨⎯ " ♡ " ⎯୧

is this the girl el’s been talking about? she’s—pretty. like good pretty, not the kind you’d hear as a friendly compliment. she’s seriously pretty.

mike, stop.

you have a girlfriend. you have el.

she looks so dreamy.

“y/n. pleasure.”

what the fuck. she looks so— pretty. the way she talks its so smoothly. like—like i can listen to her speak all day.

“heard a lot about you, it’s really cool to finally meet one of el— jane’s friends. “

“friends?”

she’s laughing. was there something wrong with i said? what the fuck is wrong with my head today.

“yeah! super. come on friend.”

she pulls el to the roller rink. i can’t help but watch the way her hips roll every time she skates.

i feel her eyes on me, wait does she feel the same? isn’t the guy beside her a bit ago her boyfriend? she smiles at me. i feel my cheeks burning. i need a mirror.

୨⎯ " ♡ " ⎯୧

the local snitch and her little milkshake. hilarious, luckily her boyfriend wasn’t there to see. he’s still in the restroom. i need to see him.

“jake, i need some air. i’ll be outside.”

“okay.”

jake doesn’t seem to care, but i do. he tells me he loves me, but i dont feel the same. we’re just together for a reason. i lied when i told him that i loved him.

i walked to the restroom that mike went in and saw him, washing his face.

“are you okay? your face better be clean at this point.”

“oh— y/n! hi. whaddya doing?”

“just to wash my hands. you know, jane isn’t the person she is.”

he looks at me confused.

“what do you mean exactly..?”

“let’s just say she doesn’t need to find out. you know?”

i strut towards him, my hips swaying every so slightly and wrap my arms around his neck. i look into his eyes, they’re so pretty and doe-like.

୨⎯ " ♡ " ⎯୧

he has his hands on her, inside the bathroom stall. roaming around her body while kissing her passionately. she tugged on his hair, causing his head to arch back and moan softly.

“mmph..” mike started to kiss her jawline to her neck to her cleavage, sucking on it leaving pretty pinks and purples across her collar.

“y/n, you’re so pretty.”

he kisses harder on her and starts to moan softly. they were lucky nobody was in the bathroom right now, otherwise they would’ve been caught.

“you’re so gorgeous.”

a peck on her jaw.

“you’re so beautiful.”

a warm open-mouthed kiss to her cleavage.

“can i?”

he looks at her for consent. he wanted her top off her, she was clouding his head. he couldn’t think about el. it was all y/n. y/n. y/n.

“yes.”

“i don’t know how you could be so hot, miss.”

she presses a kiss on his jawline and lets off a small giggle.

he pulls her shirt off and throws it to the floor.

his eyes trail to her chest to her hips and to her stomach, admiring her.

“i don’t know how el would have friends like these..”

“el? who’s el?”

crap. i wasn’t supposed to say that. he thought.

“uh— that’s jane. just a nickname.”

“oh. okay then.”

the two kissed each other leaving a trail of saliva on their lips, and smashing their lips together again as he undoes her bra.

she moans softly against his left hand, muffling her moans as he starts to suck her right breast and fondle her left breast with the other hand.

he kisses her breasts and immediately hears someone calling his name outside the restroom door.

“shit. i hear will outside.”

“do you really have to go?”

“what if he finds us!”

“then let him be.”

she then pecks an open mouthed on his neck and looks at him with doe eyes, making him fixate his gaze on her. he noticed how long her lashes were, how her bangs framed her face properly, how her lips were such a pretty shape and how her eyes twinkled in the dim light of the restroom.

“we can’t let him see, how about this. you and me, later?”

“fine. only because it’s you. see ya.”

that was the last thing she said to him.

those words were the last thing he heard from her until his girlfriend, el, jane, whatever. smashed a roller skate on y/n’s head.

he didn’t know that right after that session with you, that el asked you to say sorry. he had caught a glimpse of el thrown into the ground, but he thought it was all jokes.

blood was trickling on her face, she looked devastated. he was devastated. not because of the plans they were about to have tonight, because of el. he didn’t understand why she would do something like that. was there something that he missed? he thought you guys were friends.

“oh—oh my god..”

“holy shit el. what did you do.”

oh, if only he knew what you did to el.

if only el knew what you did to him.

[fuqsketti]

hi! hope youre doing well, may i request mike wheeler x reader where the reader plays with mike's hair :)

fireworks || mike wheeler

A/N tysm for the request! ik this might not be exactly what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy either way! <3

unedited

fluff fluff fluff

Despite how easy they stayed in touch, Y/n always found it difficult to be apart from her boyfriend.

After all the strange happenings, Y/n left Hawkins because her mother didn't want her to be part in any more of it.

Mike would give her a call whenever he had the chance, write her a ton of letters, sends her presents in the mail but it just wasn’t the same as getting to see him everyday, getting to hug him and kiss him, feeling those fireworks only Mike wheeler could give her.

She prayed he still felt those fireworks.

On very few occasions her mother would let mike visit her.

She had always thought those friends of yours from Hawkins were a bad influence, especially after the star court incident.

This time however, after months of begging, your mom finally caved and let YOU visit HIM in Hawkins.

To say Y/n was excited was an understatement, she got to see all her old friends and got to stay at her boyfriends house.

Nothing could make her fall break any better.

After that exhausting flight, all she wanted to do was collapse into her boyfriend's arms and get to smell his sweet cologne again.

As soon as her flight landed she rushed to the gate, scanning the crowd for her boyfriend.

And then she saw him.

Holding a sign that said ‘Y/N’ with nicely drawn flowers and hearts- Will must’ve helped him out with it.

He saw her the same time she saw him, throwing the sign aside and rushing towards her- She met him halfway and embraced him in a bear hug as he swept her off her feet, spinning her around a few times as he was just so excited that she was here.

Once they finished their little love fest he put her back down smiling at her warmly.

She then had the chance to look at him closely.

He had changed much since she last saw his face about a year ago; any baby fat had completely vanished, and he now had sharp cheekbones and jawline, thick eyebrows, and faint undereye bags.

But his mullet was the only thing that caused her to gasp.

“Oh wow.” Y/n chuckled as she started to play with the long hairs from the back of his head.

He sighed in content, he’d missed her touch.

“What?” He asked, his smile still not fading.

“Your hair.” She whispered, raking her hands through his long black hair.

He was so lucky, his hair was so thick and healthy- it made her jealous.

“O-Oh,” He nodded then seemed a bit insecure

“Do you like it?” He asked almost shyly.

“Y-Yeah.” She stuttered out, grabbing his face to make him turn his head- so she could see the full cut.

“It really suits you Mike.”

“You think so?“ He blushed, grabbing her hand away from his face so he could look at her again.

“I really do.” She nodded, her fingers combing through his black hair again, a gesture he seemed to enjoy more this time now that he knew she liked it.

“You look badass.”

Mike grinned; the word "badass" had never been used to describe him, but god did he love that she used it.

“Like one of those satan worshippers you see on the news.” She teased then laughed, He laughed along his hands finding their way to her hips.

“Oh wow- just the look I was going for.” He chuckled pulling her close to him.

“You really know how to compliment me.”

She took her hands away from his hair and put them around his neck, smiling up at him.

“I take pride in my ability.”

He sighed,

“You’re such a dork.” he whispered while staring down at her lips.

“A dork that you wanna kiss so bad right now.” She teased, although she was looking at his too.

“You’re right.” He murmured before moving in, kissing her.

Oh yeah. those fireworks are still there.

[lipglosscherrybomb]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆ 𝐌.𝐖 ☆

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𓆩♡

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩),𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛,𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜. <3

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

“you look so pretty right now.” he says, in between kisses.

you and your boyfriend had been making out for the past hour. something that had become a daily occurrence ever since you both started dating. you’d mostly do it in your room since your parents were hardly ever around, but today mike invited you over to his house instead. well, mrs. wheeler had.

mike explained the random invitation in vague details. saying she just wanted to meet you and get to know you better. mike figured you’d just come over a little bit earlier than planned considering his parents wouldn’t be there yet. give you two a head start.

you giggled as his hand traveled down to your thigh, rubbing circles on your skin, not daring to separate your lips.

“shut up.” you replied. pulling him even closer to you.

he pulls back quickly, you knew where that was going. you laugh, pulling back into a small distance.

“ i don't wanna touch you too much baby” mike sings along to your favorite song, ‘love bites’ by def leppard. you showed it to him a few weeks ago and ever since then he’s been obsessed with it. his logic went something like ‘if you like it then i like it.’ you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend’s singing. noting the fact that even though he wasn’t even trying, he still sounded good. he pauses to look at you, nudging you so you’d sing along too.

you roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but you knew the smile on your face was a huge giveaway already. “cause making love to you might drive me crazy” you sing along this time. noticing the fact that your boyfriend sounded ten times better than you did. you look at him with a smirk and squinted your eyes.

“what? you don’t like it?” he laughed. noting your reaction. you look around his basement, pretending to think about his question. “nah.” you replied, trying your hardest to stay serious even though you knew you couldn’t. and not even seconds after, you burst out laughing, which made mike laugh as well.

“what?” he asks in between giggles. confused as to why you were laughing so much.

“no, no. nothing…” you trail off. it was so difficult to speak when he was right there in front if you, being adorable as always. so you decided to just stop talking at all. you lean in once more, him mimicking your action and letting your lips connect as the song faded into the background.

he takes the kiss a little further, gesturing for you to get on top of him. you silently agree, slowly getting on top to straddle his lap. once you do, he pulls away to get a quick glance at you.

“you’re hot.” he said. giving you a smirk. his hands finding their way to your hips. “yeah? so are you.” you reply in a small giggle, feeling embarrassed about him calling you hot, as if he hasn’t called you that a thousand times before.

he leaned back in, reconnecting your lips and redirecting your hand (which was resting on his shoulder) to his hair, something which you’d come to learn was a sign for you to play with his hair while you made out.

“hey, mike.” you hear a voice come from behind you. and god knows you’ve never flown across the room faster in your entire life. your heart basically beating out of your chest from the jumpscare that turned out to be nancy wheeler. “when you guys wanna quit making out, mom’s making dinner. she wants to meet y/n.”

“do NOT tell her she’s down here already.” mike spits out. you could swear that was the fastest you’ve ever heard him speak in your life.

“yeah, no shit.” nancy replies, running up the stairs and shutting the basement door.

you look back at mike, both of you flustered. you giggle, realizing his face was redder than yours was.

“can you sneak out and knock on the front door?” he asks, still pretty shocked.

“yeah, no problem.”

safe to say you’d never do that again.

[cannibalizedyke]

Dragon Plushie

Mike Wheeler x GN!Reader

Word Count: 307

Warnings: None :)

Summary: You catch Mike looking at a dragon plushie at the mall.

Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

“Come on, (Y/N), we’ve been shopping for hours!”

You were pulling your whiny, grumpy boyfriend along by his hand, running through the mall and stopping at every pink or stuffed-animal-filled store you laid eyes on.

“Oh, don’t be such a buzzkill, Mikey, you love shopping with me!” You laughed and dragged him into yet another toy store.

Mike grumbled to himself but didn’t resist, letting you pull him over to a rack full of fluffy pink bunnies.

“Oh, these are just adorable, aren’t they, Mikey?” You took one off the shelf and hugged it close to your chest.

Mike was distracted.

“Mikey?” You nudged him with your nose.

“Huh?” He startled, looking back at you with wide eyes.

“What were you looking at?” You tilted your head, looking at him with innocent curiosity.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” he said, rather unconvincingly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, disbelieving him. Your gaze trailed over to where he was just staring to see a glittery green dragon plush. “Oh my gosh!!” You giggled, jumping up and down. “You want that dragon plushie!”

“What?!” Mike shook his head adamantly. “N-no I don’t! Stuffed—stuffed animals are for kids!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Don’t be silly, Mikey, I’m gonna buy it for you!”

“No, no, (Y/N), no—“

You dragged him over to the rack and grabbed one of the plushies. You skipped over to the register and placed the dragon plush and the bunny plush in front of the cashier.

“Hi! I’d like to buy these, please,” you said with a huge smile.

The cashier told you the price and put them in a bag, and you ran happily out of the store.

“Here you go, Mikey!” You plopped the dragon into his hands.

He sighed. “I—Thank you.”

You beamed. “You love him, don’t you?”

He allowed himself a smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”

[robinbuckleysgfreall]

We need to study

Mike wheeler x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, impatient Mike, implied relationship, sexual implications but no smut other than that it’s quite fluffy

Summary: Mike promised his girlfriend he would help her study after school but now that they are all alone in her room he’s got other things on his mind.

This is for @loveisntallthat because they asked for neck kisses with Mike wheeler

It was a was a evening after school when Mike promised his girlfriend he would come over to help her study for an upcoming exam. Y/N knew her parents wouldn’t be home to disturb them so she asked him over that day and he agreed.

He really did have every intention of studying at first, he even helped her make flash cards to memorise the subjects but he soon began getting tiresome. Sure he loved to help his beautiful girlfriend but her parents weren’t home they had the house all the themselves for the evening and all she really wanted to do was study? Mike zoned out staring at her the way her eyes looks so focused on the task in-front of her was so cute. “Earth to Mike!! Michael!” Y/N laughed waving her hand in her dazed boyfriends face. “W-what?” “The next flash card Mike” “Oh sorry” he held up the flash card for Y/N to check her answer.

“Yes! I got them all correct” she beamed and Mike could have melted just from the smile on her lips. Oh how he wanted to kiss those lips. “Miiiike stop, no kissing until I’ve finished studying” Y/N teased pressing a finger to her boyfriends pouting mouth. Mike groaned dramatically and got off his seat falling back onto Y/Ns perfectly made bed. He lay there for the next 10 minutes asking every few second “are you nearly done?” partly cos he was wondering partly just to annoy her.

Finally after what mike felt was years Y/N finally responded with “yes Michael I’m finished” she dramatically threw her head back over the back of her chair and slumped in the seat. Mike emerged from between the mountain of her stuffies and pillows on her bed to engulf her from behind. He wrapped his arms around her waist a began peppering her neck with kisses. “Mike that tickles!” Y/N giggled which only urged him to continue his assault on her neck. Lifting her out of the seat with all his strength (which must be hard because ya girl is thick) he tossed her gently onto her soft bed sitting between her thighs as he finally kissed her on the lips properly.