#mike wheeler imagine

[kaylawritesfics]

anything on being nancy wheeler's sister and dating either steve or billy ?

Being a Wheeler and Dating Billy Hargrove

headcanons

summary: dating billy while being a wheeler kid

pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader (wheeler!reader)

WARNINGS: swearing, very brief mentions of sex, mentions of abuse

note: i wanted to do one of these for billy because i haven’t written anything for him yet so :)

You met Billy right after he moved to Hawkins. Obviously, he radiated bad vibes at first. He was rude, arrogant, and not someone you had any desire to spend any amount of time with.

Then, the two of you were partnered up for an English project, which meant spending a lot of time with Billy Hargrove.

Initially, you thought it would be up to you to do the entire project. Billy didn’t exactly seem like the kind of person who would contribute to partner work at all.

However, Billy was totally infatuated with you. He thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins, so he did what he does best. He tried to flirt with you. Obviously, his reputation preceded him, causing you to vehemently turn him down every time.

The last thing you were gonna do was become one of Billy Hargrove’s groupies. You were not the kind of girl who was just going to fall to his feet and beg him to take you in the backseat of his camaro. This only egged him on.

He loved the fact that you weren’t gonna give into him so easily. If he really wanted you, he had to work for it. You fully expected him to get bored and move onto another girl in a weeks time.

But he didn’t. Instead, he spent most of his free time at your house, working on a stupid poster board over the symbols in Romeo and Juliet, instead of partying or hooking up with other girls.

His behavior seemed to do a complete 180. He was no longer out drinking every night, instead he was doing homework and going to bed at a reasonable hour??

Your parents loved him, especially your mother. She would often come up to your room while the two of you were working, bringing snacks or art supplies for your poster board. Billy would occasionally shoot her a flirty smile or make some kind of weird comment, which earned him a glare and a “Don’t flirt with my mom!”

Over time, you grew pretty fond of Billy. You were even sad that the deadline for your project was coming up so soon. The two of you had finished it a week before, but Billy kept coming over with the excuse of “What if we need to fix something?”

He was weirdly sweet and polite. He made you laugh and teased you over your taste in music.

Billy likes to look through your things. Not in a weird or creepy kind of way, but more in a getting-to-know-you kind of way. He tries to be respectful, avoiding your underwear drawer and anything that could be deemed too personal for his eyes, no matter how badly he wants to take a peek.

Your sister, Nancy, didn’t trust him at all. She knew his typical behavior and immediately decided that his fake niceties were just a sick ploy to get into your pants.

Nancy’s words made you question your semi-friendship with Billy. You couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was true.

Your little brother, Mike, couldn’t stand the thought of you being around Billy. Mike had firsthand accounts of how vile he was, being friends with Billy’s stepsister, Max.

Mike often tried to talk you out of seeing Billy, but to no avail.

When the two of you presented your project, you made an A, which is the best grade Billy had received in a long time. He’s actually genuinely proud and grateful.

You continue inviting him around. He comes to plenty of family dinners, which can sometimes make for an awkward experience given the fact that both your siblings detest him.

He asks you out soon after and you accept, letting Nancy and Mike’s concerns fall to the back of your mind. You had no reason not to trust Billy’s intentions.

He remained super respectful on your first date, taking you to a small diner in town. He has you home by curfew, much to your parents appreciation.

While he still manages to uphold his reputation at school, he doesn’t focus on any other girls. He remains loyal to you, showing you off in the halls as often as he can.

He walks you to and from class, holding your hand and carrying your books for you if you need.

He recognizes that he has a good thing going for him and he refuses to let his assholery ruin it for him.

Your relationship is definitely the talk of the school. Billy Hargrove and Y/N Wheeler? There’s more gossip going around than there was when Steve and Nancy first got together.

He picks you up every morning and takes you home every afternoon. You form a pretty good relationship with Max because of this.

Billy would protect you with his life. If anybody said anything bad about you, they would have to face his wrath. He gets in multiple fights for you.

After a couple months, Billy is forced to come to you after a bad fight with his dad. He pecks on your window, effectively scaring the shit out of you. You gasp when you see the state he’s in, thinking he got into another fight with a boy at school. However, your confusion grows as you notice the tears pooling in his eyes as he climbs through the window and immediately pulls you into him.

He breaks down, telling you everything he’d been holding back for so long. He tells you about his mother, about his dad’s abuse, and everything else. You clean his wounds and hold him in your bed until the sun rises and he’s forced to head back home.

Cleaning his cuts and holding him until sunrise becomes a regular occurrence after this.

After a while, Nancy comes around to the idea of your relationship. She sees how different Billy is around you and she can see how happy you are. All she wants is for you to be happy, so she eventually gives you her approval.

Mike, however, never comes around. He hates Billy and nothing can change that. It doesn’t really bother you, though.

Billy loves seeing you in his clothes, especially his jacket. Sometimes he “accidentally” leaves it in your room just so you’ll wear it the next day.

He likes sitting with you while you read or do homework. He appreciates the fact that the two of you don’t even have to talk to have a good time. He likes just being near you.

He just loves seeing you and spending time with you.

[lovewheeler]

brothers best friend mike who watches you from the window in the kitchen as you sunbathe <333 your brothers in the living room playing video games n mike made n exuse to get some water but rlly its just so he can stare at you and grind his dick against the cabinet in front of him like a perv <3333

a/n: bro do you want me to DIEEEE oh my god,,,for reference reader's brother is not one of the canon boys bc i am BROWN hello. also mike is AGED UP!!! HE IS 19!!!!

content warnings: honetly pretty tame but like mike is a perv so ,,, also reader is teasing him bc she knows n she thinks it's funny <3, brat!reader...thats it i think. mike's a fucking nerd. this got so long sorry. pt 2 perhaps? also I didn’t beta this I die like men. also pov switches around a lot sorry

“He’s in the living room, you know.” There’s a lilt in your tone when you walk into the kitchen, passing Mike where he stands at the fridge. You notice his hand freeze mid wrapping around a soda can and your lip curls up at the corner.

“Uh, yeah, i’m just – you know, soda,” He grabs it quickly, showing it to you as if you needed proof, “See?”

“Mm, yeah, Mikey, I’m not blind–” You smile, manicured fingers reaching for the soda to snatch it from him and giggling when he frowns, “You staying for dinner tonight?”

The brunette nods quickly, swallowing, “Yeah – the guys are, too –” God forbid you think he was staying so he could look at you more (he was), “We — we want to finish our campaign. You can come, if you want–”

“Maybe next time? M’trying to tan today–” You cut him off, already moving towards the back door; you watch his eyes scan down your body when he thinks you’re not looking, fighting the smirk that pulls at your lips. You can sense his nerves, see how his hands shake, and it makes you excited. Hungry, almost. 

You sway your hips while you walk out the door, tiny shorts that you’d picked for this exact situation hugging your ass just right, tits bouncing when you put a bit of pep in your walk; it’s very obvious what you’re doing, even to someone as stupidly oblivious as Mike Wheeler. 

The second you disappear behind the screen door Mike’s letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, gripping the counter with white knuckles and practically collapsing against it. 

Why did you keep doing this to him?

He was so sick of it, so fucking sick – every day since summer started you’d go out to tan by your pool in the tiniest bikini (how many of those could you even own, by the way?) and the most sinful shorts, thighs squeezing out around the bottom and tits practically spilling from your top. 

And then you do this stupid fucking thing – you’re doing it now, actually, he realizes it when he looks through the big window above the sink – where you shimmy out of your shorts only to reveal probably the most revealing piece of cloth he’s ever seen in his life. And you know he’s watching, and he knows that you know, because you always bend over to fish the shorts off the ground when they pool around your ankles, always in front of the window. Every. Fucking. Time.

Your brother would fucking kill him if he knew that Mike was eyeing his sister like a goddamn perv, watching her tan by the pool and popping a fucking boner while he’s at it. 

Can’t you see he’s trying to be a good friend here?

Of course you can – you’re just a fucking minx who thinks it’s fun to tease him. He notices, he’s not stupid; he sees how you arch your back up from the chair as if you’re stretching, how you make sure he’s in view of the window while you lather sunscreen on your thighs. He wants to bash his head against the marble countertop.

Mike’s only brought out of his own thoughts when he realizes you’re looking at him – really looking at him, not coy glances like you usually do when you’re out there. This one’s bolder. More loaded.

His breath hitches in his throat when he sees you bring a pretty hand up to wiggle your ringed fingers at him in a cute little wave. There’s a smirk on your face. He leans forward, feeling his cock brush the counter and almost gasping. It felt good. 

You think it’s cute how stupid he must think you are. Or maybe he doesn’t and he gets off on being known. Whatever it is, it makes you feel hot all over, like you’re doing something bad. You’re just glad he’s finally caught on to years of pining.

You’ve often wondered how bold you could get before he finally decided to fucking do something; he was driving you crazy, always trying to act so self righteous as if your brother wouldn’t fuck Nancy giving the chance. You were a spoiled brat, Mike knew that, he indulged you in it in every other way – so why not this one?

Your eyes survey the area around you, flicking around behind dark pink shades to make sure no one else but your intended audience is seeing. Once you’re satisfied you let out a little sigh, wiggling your painted toes and stretching out your arms, making a show of it all as your hands snake up to tug at your bikini top. It falls into your lap and you smile, not at him but for him. 

Mike can’t believe what he’s seeing, and he thinks he should definitely feel embarrassed about how shamelessly he’s grinding into his own hand right now. He does, but the bliss he feels while looking at your tits outweighs it. He wants to bite them. His mind is swirling and he feels dizzy but he’s chasing something, all to fantasies about those tits spilling between his fingers while he fucks into you.

And then you stretch again, arms up to the sky, before you turn around and lay yourself down on your tummy – right at the time Mike feels his boxers get sticky. He groans inwardly, collapsing against the counter again with a heaving chest. He just came in his pants to the sight of his best friend’s little sister’s tits. That was fucking humiliating.

He doesn’t even have time to consider what the fuck just happened because your brother’s hand is coming up to clap against his back, making him jump and let out a yell.

“Dude, you good? Look like you just ran a marathon or some shit – hurry up, will you? We’re starting a new game.”

“U-uh yeah, I’ll be right there, I just gotta–”

“I’m making him help me with my homework. He said he took my bio class before and can help me with it – right, Mikey?” His blood runs cold and his face gets hot when he hears your voice, devastatingly sweet. How the hell did you get in here so fast? He tries not to frown when he notices you’re clothed again.

He only nods, unable to get anything out other than a stammering confirmation. How cute.

Your brother only groans and tells you guys to hurry up but doesn’t think anything of it – why would he? Mike had known you since you guys were in diapers – he was harmless. Supposedly. He turns to walk back to the living room and Mike sighs, all the tension visibly leaving his body.

Only to come back again when you saunter next to him, leaning over him to grab something from the sink and letting your tits squish into his back in the process. He feels light headed.

“I’ll be waiting for you – don’t clean up, by the way. Kay?” 

He gasps and you can only giggle, suddenly pulling off of him and turning so you can skip off to your room. You knew. 

“Thanks, Mikey!” You call behind you, and he watches your hips sway while you go. He realizes you had only been out there for five minutes max, not a shade darker. You’d planned this.

Little shit.

[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

[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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[sqpphos]

another story similar to sleepovers with mike where mike is the reader’s pervy childhood best friend but the reader doesn’t know it

also i love your writing style <3

this whole concept has been stuck on mind. has me running laps and rolling on the ground because i love it.

nsfw content [16+], mike being a perv (obv), some mentions of masturbation if u squint, mike is 19!!

i feel like mike would’ve hated himself for having a crush on you. like his biggest fear would be you finding out and losing you over it. and his pining slowly turning to sexual yearning made him feel even worse. because who the hell feels that way about a friend they grew up with?

but in a way mike was also grateful that he was your best friend. it just made it so much easier for him to hide his perverted habits and easily pass it off as you two being close.

he would definitely get off on the fact that you’re so oblivious to just how much of a pervert he is. knowing that you don’t know that he’s the reason why your personal belongings (specifically your panties and bras) go missing has him reeling. he’s your best friend! of course you don’t find it weird when he snoops around your room!

and when you actually believe that they just somehow turn up in his laundry, maybe from when you were over at the wheeler house and showered there, he actually believes he’s on top of the world. cause you’d never think that your best friend would ever lie to you.

you think he’s just the sweetest guy in the world! always looking after you at any moment. especially when you wear low cut shirts! he’ll make sure to let you know about some of the creeps who keep staring and let’s you borrow one of his jackets to cover up. but he’ll also have to excuse himself to the bathroom at the same time, and will come back with a flushed face and labored breaths.

he also always manages to catch the way your shoelaces are untied before you do, and he always insists to tie them for you. you’re so grateful that he makes sure you don’t trip, while he’s taking in the time he gets to stare up your skirt.

and you obviously don’t find it weird when his hands are on you. you and mike have always been touchy since you were young, and he obviously doesn’t mean to let his hands get dangerously close to your breasts. it’s an accident! he can’t help that his hands are so big and can cover a large expanse of your body.

mike’s your best friend. he only has good intentions.

[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.

[heartspiked]

smitten with you | mike wheeler

mike stood in the school's parking lot scratching his nose in an attempt to mask his annoyance. his friends had definitely stricken his last nerve as he waited patiently for the three idiots to finish their little snowball fight he did not want to be included in. as he stared at what little greenery there was left he noticed footsteps crunching closer and closer to him. he was relieved that he could finally get out of the cold. his eyes followed dustin as dashed right past him. just as he was about to speak his face was met by a stinging icy cold snowball that burned his eyes.

as mike blinked furiously he could hear the sound of loud laughter that felt embarrassing and he became flustered. his large fingers scooped up a giant snowball. “who threw that one?” all his friends stepped forward to reveal the culprit, the bookish and often sought-after girl. his cheeks became noticeably red to all including you. you held your hands behind your back in a mischievous way, this was a side of you mike never thought he would get to see.

the anger that mike previously possessed disappeared into thin air and his frown quickly grew into a smile. max elbowed dustin and doubled over in laughter, nearly tearing up,” his smile oh my god im scared.” mike ignored the redhead who had been bugging him ever since they met and set his gaze on you. his body language was much more playful now,” put your hands up and surrender.”

after an intense snowball battle that was sexually charged (mostly on mikes part) you found yourselves swinging side by side on the abandoned swingset you crossed your legs and held onto the cold chain. mike right next to you smiling like an idiot, on the inside of course. you hummed contently and swayed in the silence. your hands nearly numb as you watched the sun set so early. “a milkshake would be so good right now.” mikes ears quickly perked up,” we were actually thinking of going out to eat.. i know a great place if you want to come..” his words spilled like vomit. so desperate to meet your every demand even though it was odd to want a cold drink on such a freezing day.

your eyes lit up and your perfect lashes looked so much longer when your eyes crinkled into the cheery little smile you only gave when you checked out a new book from the library. (he knows you’re a sucker for teen romance and horror novels) you stand up from the cold swingset and make your way to the only path that was shoveled. “we better start walking if we’re going to make it before the sun sets.” your dainty hands fumbling with your coat buttons. your back towards him as you raised your leg warmers, your skirt hiking up to reveal your lack of underwear beneath your black see through tights. weren’t you cold?

giving michael an interesting view. “w-walk? i have a car.. it's the black one..” he quickly turned away he felt almost guilty to have caught a glance at your vulnerable area. his car was one of the only ones in the lot. you gasped in excitement,” no way.. i’ll race you there!” mike was taken by surprise as he found himself chasing you and winning by a longshot. you pouted and argued the only reason he won was because he had the legs of a giraffe and to which he denied insisting you were just short. with his car full he drove to the dinner that he’d never been to. (he may or may not have overheard his dad saying how he used to frequent the place as a teen... but he’s old as hell so how reliable could his opinion be?)

mike had an awfully hard time driving and it wasn't because dustin whined about not getting shotgun and you stupidly agreeing to swap places with him. mike stared at the rearview mirror every couple of seconds to ‘sneak’ glances at you. he felt his pants tighten as he watched you reapply your lip gloss in your compact mirror and take a glance at him back through the mirror for a split second. he nearly let go of the wheel. your perfectly plump lips forming a beautiful “o” he had only seen in his wettest dreams. his grip on the wheel tightened as he clenched his jaw. his knuckles white and burning. (if they can get any whiter lol)

in the diner, you ordered the group a booth, and mike immediately excused himself to use the bathroom in order to relief himself (in more ways that one) . mike couldn’t have gotten to the bathroom sooner he stared at his jeans in the mirror, they were so obviously stained. he figured he could play it off as a stain from the snow or a spot that hadn’t dried yet. his erection was too painful to ignore any longer and he had prepared himself for an all-time low. he locked himself in the large stall and practically ripped his jeans off and began stroking himself to the thought of you. the sight of your bare ass looking so good in your tights and your lips that he wanted to bite and leave scarring. he started stroking himself faster.

footsteps made their way to the bathroom as he tried his best to quietly get himself off to the girl that was only fifty feet away and that seemed so untouchable. the footsteps stopped in front of his stall and knocked loudly, “um it’s fucking busy! there are lots of mmm.. other stalls! fuckkk…” he whined and yelled simultaneously. the footsteps treaded away and he sighed in relief as he came all over himself. he panted and stood with his shaft out still clutching onto it, imagining it was you. your face burned into his head. he heard footsteps again but decided not to worry he was done.

the sound of a camera flashing above him scared him and he tucked himself back into his jeans and looked up to see you shaking the poloraoid. “w-what are you doing, (name)!” you gave him a sweet smile,” it’s so pretty and pink michael where have you been hiding him?”

tbc maybe 🧑🏽‍🚀 as always never edited but i’m gonna go back and redo my fics lmk if u liked this one !

[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.

[bbycowb0y]

frenemy!mike wheeler who bumps into you purposely in the hallway, and afterwards turning around and saying "whoops" in the most mocking tone. who will flip you off from across the classroom. who always looks over to see what grade you got on a test just so he can compare it to his. who will blow his cigarette smoke in your face just to get on your nerves. who pulls the hair ties on your wrists back and releases them, laughing when you shove him away. who tugs you aggressively into the janitor's closet in between periods, your lips moving messily against each other, his naturally pale skin flushed as you wonder how the boy you had hated and teased for years was now in this very compromising position beneath you.

[daintylovers]

“awww what? poor bunny doesn’t have anything to say? cause earlier, you just couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut huh?” mike chastises in your ear.

it’s not like you could say much though, having been shut up with your own panties earlier. he had just gotten so tired of hearing your bratty little mouth all day. whining and groaning, things he wasn’t a fan of. so the second he got you alone in his room, you were ruined.

normally so talkative, it was a turn on to see how easily he could quiet you down. he reveled in the control he obtained over your squirming body. how you would let him wreck you if he wanted.

he had your wrists smashed together in one of his hands, the other toying with your clit. he was evil and unfair and you loved every minute of it. after forcing orgasm after orgasm out of your abused cunt, he figured he should give it rest. and with one final nip at your bud, he savored the mess you had made over and over on his tongue.

[kaylawritesfics]

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.

[lovewheeler]

mike wheeler does not get impressed easily. after fighting countless monsters and enemies, he really doesn’t think there’s anything that can make him speechless at this point in his life.

with the exception of you.

everything about you mesmerizes him, no matter how long you’ve known each other or how many times he’s seen you. everything you do always impresses him, makes him grin and reminds him how in love he is with you — it doesn’t matter what.

but what impresses him most is how well you take his cock.

he knows he isn’t small — far from it, actually, but he never really liked to give himself credit for it, that’s a douchebag thing to do. he never thought about it much, ‘till he saw how much you liked it.

he likes when you go starry eyed, when you kitten lick on the tip and look up at him like he hung the moon. of course he can barely ever say this in the moment, too busy gripping your hair and hissing because fuck it feels so good.

you take it in your mouth like a champ, let him throat train you so he can use you. he doesn’t like it at first, tries to be a gentleman, but then you tell him you want to feel slutty and he swears to god he died and is currently in heaven.

above all, though? he loves fucking you. sure, any guy would, but the pallid boy would rather do that than anything else. he likes when you’re on top, simply so that way he can watch as you try and fit him inside that tiny cunt, a determined look on your adorable face. it always goes the same way, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of it.

“need help, baby?” he’s cooing, the honey sweet tone laced with condescension. he can’t help it, he thinks it’s really funny.

“shut up, oh my god—“ you huff, shuffling on top of him and bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth as you wrap your hand around the base of him, “i’m fine. i can do it.”

“i can do it,” he’s mocking you, voice high and whiny in a crude imitation of yours. it’d be much more convincing if he wasn’t breathing heavy, voice shaky because he will never get used to how good it feels to have you above him.

you simply roll your eyes, glaring down at him. you huff, blowing a piece of hair out of your eyes while you brace yourself, almost stalling — you knew it’d always feel good eventually, but mike was big, and it always hurt, no matter how well he prepped you.

big hands are situated on your hips as you line him up with your fluttering hole, lithe fingers tap tap tapping. he was jittery, as always.

“can you please hurry u—oh my god,” you shut him up when you start to descend, the flared head of his cock popping in your hole and making both of you groan out.

you whimper, shaky hands braced on his bony chest; you slide down almost painfully slowly, the sensation of the thick cock filling you to the brim making tears prick your eyes.

“fuckin’ — crybaby —“ he’s still trying to tease you even as you’re preparing to bounce on his cock, and you smack at his chest — he was so fucking annoying.

“shut — s-shut up —“ you’re still whimpering, each passing inch another hurdle to overcome. he’s about to say another smart comment when you take the chance to shut him up again and slam yourself down.

his next groan feels punched out of him at the same time you cry out, mind numbingly pleasurable pain shooting through you because he hit your sweet spot on the way in. he’s nestled snugly against your cervix when you slump forward, sniffling while hot tears fall down your face and onto his cheeks. he likes the way your tits press against his chest and he likes how soft your tummy feels, how soft all of you feels in his hands.

he won’t say it, though.

“you’re such a baby,” he shakes his head, but his hands are already coming up to wrap around your back and rub it up and down. he knows how this goes, you do it everytime, “can’t even take a little teasing?”

you whine this time, smacking his shoulder again and shimmying your hips because his cock is starting to feel really good and you feel all gooey and cockdrunk already, “shut up and fuck me, please? need it hard.”

he simply groans in response, cock twitching inside your tight heat. his fingers dig into the fat of your hips, then, and his hips start to pump in and out lazily, testing the waters.

youre crying into his neck and he smirks to himself while he speeds up, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing throughout the room as he tears you apart.

it happens like this every time, and he realizes now that he doesn’t think he can ever tire of it.

[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.

[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.

[poisonedprose]

imagine lovesick mike having a s/o who he absolutely adores. he's always found a way to sneak you into the conversation. he could talk about you until he turned blue in the face. every time he went to the mall he would always find something he knew you would love. sometimes it was a little thing, like a tester perfume, and other times when his dad gave him a big allowance, like shoes he knows you've really been wanting. he absolutely spoils you - with money and with love. he always wants to see you and will often walk you to all of your classes to the point even your teachers know his name. he even has been banned from talking about you at hellfire club.

[sqpphos]

˖ ࣪⊹⁺ ── 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

pairing — mike wheeler × fem! reader

w/c — 0.8k

warnings — smut (obv), aged up! mike wheeler, unprotected sex, bit of cockwarming, kinda insecure mike, reader being holly's babysitter doesn't play a huge part but it does question mark, not proof read cus i literally finished this at the crack of dawn

a/n — guys guys GUYS !!! I WROTE IT 🤭🤭 honestly don't exactly know how to fee abt it 😕 but it's done so who cares! didn't know what to write for the synopsis so i didn't write one 😶 pls pls pls excuse any mistakes i have not had any good sleep for the past week lol bye!

mike wheeler didn't know how he had gotten himself in this situation. his fuzzy, polluted mind couldn't comprehend it.

he’d thought that all of it was in his head. the flirty comments, sly smirks, dirty jokes, and skirts that only got shorter over of time— all just a figment of his imagination.

there was no way you’d be into him. never in a million years. you, ex-cheerleader at hawkins high, one of the prettiest and most sought after individuals in town, and now his younger sister’s babysitter, being interested in him? a lanky, introverted outcast who geeked over a fantasy game?

it was outrageous. insane.

but that clearly didn’t stop your advances. no, if anything, it fueled them. you found it attractive. enough that now here you were, whimpering under him as he filled you up with his cock. your hands held tightly onto his veiny arms as he thrusted in and out of your prodding hole.

“god, you feel so good.” you gasped.

mike didn’t know what to say. what could he say? this entire situation was just a mere thought— a fantasy of his. and now it was coming to life in the best way possible. he was completely in awe.

his hands were everywhere. delicate and slow touches gliding along the expanse of your skin. feeling your warm body under his fingertips as if you’d just poof! disappear.

“been dreaming about this for so long, mikey.” you propped yourself up on your elbows, pressing a quick kiss to mike’s cheek. “you don’t know how many nights i went home, touching myself and imagining it was you.”

if he wasn’t red in the face already, mike knew he was now. your words went straight to his head and down to his groin. “y-yeah?

you stared up at him with those doe eyes of yours, and mike swore to himself he could cum right then and there if he hadn’t had the restrain. “mhm, you’ve got the prettiest hands.” he watched as you took one of his hands in yours and brought it down to your swollen clit, guiding his thumb to circle it before letting go when he caught rhythm.

“and you’re so, so pretty, mikey. can’t take my eyes off you.” his hips had stilled the moment you began talking, drunk of your words and the way your walls clenched around his cock tightly. he could stay like this for hours without complain.

mike watched as your dainty hands gently snaked up his body up from his pelvic bone up to his head, following as you pulled his face down and kissed him. the most intimate part of it all. it felt right. like you two were made for each other.

you pulled away first, staring into his kitten round eyes as he awaited your next move. “i’m all yours, mike. so fuck me like it.”

he thinks you’re joking. this is all just some sick, twisted joke of a dream that a random god is giving him, to wake him up and bring him to reality.

there was a small voice in his head telling him that this was wrong. it was telling him to stop before he’s in too deep. reminding him that your job was to babysit his little sister, not to please him. the guilt was slowly eating him up by the second.

but your eyes telling him otherwise. you want this. the way you gaze up at him shows all the need for it— for him. that was all the confirmation he needed.

any doubt or insecurity that hid away in mike’s heart was gone. nowhere to be seen as now he was acting on impulse, senses on overdrive as he gave you what you wanted. giving in to his deepest desires and making you his.

mike doesn’t waste a second before he’s fucking you into the mattress, gripping tightly onto the plush skin of your thighs you know it’ll be bruised in the morning.

it was erotic. something completely out of a porno the way your arousal gushed out of you and onto the mattress. you’d worry about it some other time. some other time when you weren’t crying, hot and salty tears spilling over you cheeks as you came on mike’s dick.

mike’s hips stuttered against yours as he filled you up with his cum. a pretty bulge stuck out from your tummy as he remained still, buried deep in your sensitive walls. he delicately placed a hand atop it, smirking at the way you jolted.

you whine when he finally pulls out, hating the feeling of being empty. mike doesn’t give you a second to recover before he trails a finger down your folds, playing with what is the aftermath of your orgasms. he chuckles as you push his hand away from your sensitive cunt.

“you coming over tomorrow?” he asks casually.

you nod. “yeah, your mom asked me yesterday if i could.”

“good,” mike replied lowly. he leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “cause now you have two wheelers to take care of.”