#mike wheeler imagines

[vodkababy]

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.

[mushrubes]

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↪ Mike Wheeler ↩

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ੈ♡˳ ’ Everything’s alright now  ’ | i, a, f | lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.5k

↬ ‘Hey-its okay. I’m here; I’m safe. And fine - see? Everything’s alright now.’

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ੈ♡˳ ’ My fault  ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.5k

↬ “ I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault. ”

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ੈ♡˳ ’ Last piece  ’ | i, a, f | lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.3k

↬ “ As much as I love food, i’m giving you the last piece just this once. ” 

↪ Nancy Wheeler ↩

➵ imagines / series

ੈ♡˳ ’ you ’ | i, a, f | exes!au, mutual pinning | 1k

↬  “ It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you. ”

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ੈ♡˳ ’ What did i do?  ’ | i, f | lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.3k

↬ “Ow! What did i do this time?”

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ੈ♡˳ ’ Bullshit ’ | i, a, f | lovers!au, mutual pinning | 1.2k

↬ “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.”

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ੈ♡˳ ’ Die for you ’ | i, a | exes!au, mutual pinning | 0.3k

↬ “I would die for you and not regret a thing.”

↪ Jonathan Byers ↩

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ੈ♡˳ ' stay ’ | i, a, f | exes!au, mutual pinning | 0.6k

↬  “i had a nightmare…can i stay with you tonight?”

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ੈ♡˳ ’ Hold me tighter ' | i, a, f | lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.3k

↬  “Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

↪ Joyce Byers ↩

➵ imagines / series

ੈ♡˳ ' Never forget that ’ | i, a, f | family!au, mother!joyce | 0.3k

↬  “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” 

↪ Lucas Sinclair ↩

➵ imagines / series

ੈ♡˳ ' I can help you ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 1.1k

↬  “don’t push me away please.”

↪ Max Mayfield ↩

➵ imagines / series

ੈ♡˳ ' hold my hand ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.9k

↬  " Hold my hand. "

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ੈ♡˳ ' Look at me  ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.4k

↬  “ Look at me. I love you. ”

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ੈ♡˳ ' Make it through ’ | i, a, f | lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.8k

↬  “She’ll make it through, I know it.”

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ੈ♡˳ ' You said my name ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.4k

↬  “I heard you say my name in your sleep”

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ੈ♡˳ '  Jerk ’ | i, a, f |  lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.6k

↬  “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.”

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ੈ♡˳ ' Too good ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.5k

↬  “ You’re too good for me.”  

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ੈ♡˳ ' Please ’ | i, a | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.5k

↬  “Please, just stay a little longer.”

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ੈ♡˳ ' photo of us ’ | i, a, f |  lovers!au, mutual pinning | 1.1k

↬  “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

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ੈ♡˳ ' kiss me ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.4k

↬  “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”  

↪ Robin Buckley↩

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ੈ♡˳ ' Stretching your luck ’ | i, a, f | friends!au, platonic | 0.2k

↬ “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.”

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ੈ♡˳ ' Fell for you ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au | 0.6k

↬  “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

↪ Eddie Munson ↩

➵ imagines / series

ੈ♡˳ ' What’re you hiding ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.9k

↬  “Hey - What’re you hiding behind your back?”

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ੈ♡˳ ' I think I’m in love ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 2.5k

↬  ‘i think i’m in love with you and i don’t know what to do.’

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ੈ♡˳ ' For what? ’ | i, a, f |  lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.7k

↬  “You almost died! And for what?”

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ੈ♡˳ ' i was made for lovin’ you ’ | s, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 

↬  " I can't get enough of you. "

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ੈ♡˳ ' hold on  ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.3k

↬  “Just hold on–you hear me? You’re not dying like this. Not here; not now!”

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ੈ♡˳ ' friends ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.6k

↬  “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

↪ Steve Harrington ↩

➵ imagines / series

ੈ♡˳ ' memories ’ | i, a, f | exes to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 1.6k

↬  “ Can't be your friend, can't be your lover. ”

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ੈ♡˳ ' Style ’ | i, a, f | exes to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 2.3k

↬  “ We never go out of style. "

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ੈ♡˳ ' Late night talking ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 2.1k

↬  “ I can't get you off my mind. "

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ੈ♡˳ ' i love you ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.9k

↬  “If anything ever happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.”

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ੈ♡˳ ' would’ve died for you ’ | i, a | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 4.5k

↬  ‘I would’ve died for you.’

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ੈ♡˳ ' I’d die before I let anything happen to you ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 1.7k

↬ “You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

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ੈ♡˳ ' You belong with me  ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 4k

↬  “You belong with me. "

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ੈ♡˳ ' the only thing ’ | i, a, f | friends to lovers!au, mutual pinning | 0.5k

↬  Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you.”

[embodyingchaos]

(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) finn wolfhard masterlist

last updated: 25th august, 2023 newest: yandere tyler(dog days) hcs

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

finn wolfhard - none yet. mike wheeler(stranger things) - none yet. richie tozier(it) yandere richie tozier genre: richie tozier x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: yandere tingz, implications of murder, stalker behaviour, mean richie, mentions of cuts and bruises, possessiveness, manipulation trevor spengler(ghostbusters: afterlife) - none yet. tyler(dog days) yandere tyler genre: tyler x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: yandere behaviour, stalking, obsession, creepy tyler, delusional tyler, implications of murder, manipulation, gaslighting

[camrlart]

whenever I’m alone with you

you make me feel like I am home again

[nymphus-fan-account]

My s5 predictions:

El uses her powers

Vecna does something evil

Mike walks somewhere

Someone does something at a certain point of the story

The finale is shocking and bittersweet

Robin is still a lesbian

[eeriesilkworm]

The painting and Rink-O-Mania situation from Mike’s perspective is actually crazy

I mean think about it:

You just realised you don’t like girls and that you have feelings for your best friend the day he leaves for California. (Worst timing ever??)

You unexpectedly get back together with your girlfriend on that day too, but how the hell are you supposed to tell her that kissing her was your gay awakening when she just said, “I love you” to you?

So fucking awkward.

So now you’re stewing in purgatory hell, entering your freshman year of high school (which is already hard enough) and pining for your friend who never picks up the phone and won’t even call you back for eight months.

Plus, distance makes the heart grow fonder, so you’re definitely experiencing some angsty teen gay limerence. But you're holding out hope, because it seemed like he was sending you some signals last year... right?

Then you get a letter from El that Will has been painting a lot, acting weird, and that there’s probably someone he likes. Oh, and that someone might be a girl. LOL ok. FML. He’s not been calling you, so it must be someone else. Cool. Real fucking cool.

Then when you get to the airport and finally meet him, you’re so nervous you can’t even make eye contact or hug him properly. But he doesn’t even seem nervous at all. Also when the fuck did he get lowkey buff?

But he’s holding a painting! OMG yay! Maybe the painting was for you the whole time. There isn’t someone else, thank god. So, you ask about it. Like, immediately.

And he just completely rebuffs you? He brought it to the airport to pick you up and it’s not even for you? First, that was embarrassing. Second, what the fuck?

You just keep playing it cool and smile through the pain. Then El mentions a place called Rink-O-Mania. OH. Will is bringing the painting to Rink-O-Mania. He wants to give it to someone there.

Ok, time to put on your investigative goggles. Who’s going? Any of El’s friends? You glance Will’s way to see if he reacts. Will asks, “What friends?” He also wants to know who’s coming. Then, “Angela?” Will seems out of sorts. This Angela girl must make him nervous. Fuck. Since when did Will like girls anyway?

Then you get to Rink-O-Mania and there’s no Angela in sight. Will is mopey. He won’t even laugh at your jokes. He keeps rolling his eyes. He really doesn’t even want to be here. It’s like he doesn’t even care that you just got here!

This Angela chick finally shows up, but you get a little distracted by her friend. He’s kind of cute. He has nice hair. It kind of looks like… oh god he kind of looks like Will. Never mind. Get yourself together. Angela doesn’t seem to even notice Will – maybe it’s one-sided. Good.

You’re so distracted that you don’t even notice El is not comfortable with these people. Will is super concerned. What’s his problem? Jealous? Hah! Not so nice, is it?

And then oh, ok. El is being bullied. El is being bullied and has been for a while, and no one thought to tell you so now you look like a complete asshole. Great. Also, since when did Will know more about El than you? What are you now – the third wheel? Why is no one telling you anything?

And then Will has the gall to be angry at you. You who has been a SAINT. Piously waiting and pining on him. Trying to do the right thing, trying to be a good boyfriend. Trying to find the right time and the right words to tell her the truth even though it’s fucking scary. But honestly, what’s even the point? The guy you’re in love with doesn’t even like you back and thinks you're an asshole.

Plus, he complains that you only called a few times, when you tried to call a lot more. The phone was always busy. He was the one who barely called back! What is this? Some sick cosmic joke? Then your girlfriend loses her shit and schmacks Angela in the face in front of so many people… this is officially the worst day ever. Jesus Christ.

[lighthouseas]

stranger things would've been funny as a mockumentary. like imagine will just bitchily looking into the camera as he watches mike and el being disgustingly "in love" at the airport or whatever. cut to him doing his interview. "im gay, okay? is it obvious now? and yes, as a gay person, i do find it sickening when my best friend kisses my foster sister." he lowers his voice to a whisper and looks behind him, where mike and el are still talking out of earshot. "id even go as far as to call it homophobic, but using that word here would probably be dangerous for me. so let's just say it's gross."

cut to mike doing his interview "yeah so uh...hugging will was weird, i guess." he scratches the back of his head and sighs. "and kissing el also felt weird. but like, that's fine. being on an airplane makes your brain do weird shit, you know? like with the food tasting different? that's gotta be it." he seems satisfied with this conclusion and smiles. "el's lips felt weird and chapped and cold and gross because i was on an airplane, and will, uh, his arms felt- different, because, uh, ummm- there's gotta be some scientific explanation for that, right? why are you guys looking at me like that?"

the camera cuts to el looking at her flowers that say "from mike" and then at the camera. cut to el's interview. she's holding mike's flowers and looks completely over it. "i am constantly on the verge of crying. mike does not need to know that, though." she forces a smile at the camera and twirls her hair.

cut to argyle, hugging mike and looking straight at the camera as he does. his interview. "listen, im like, totally zonked out right now, but man, that little wheeler kid was acting mad weird, man. little bro needs some weed. and new threads, i tag checked him when i hugged him."

cut to jonathan, staring at the camera with wide eyes. jonathan's interview. "oh, mike? yeah, i think i need to kill that guy."

[paradiseismine]

Hi!!

Today was my birthday and I don’t know if you have requests open, but if you do, could you please write a Mike Wheeler x Munson!Reader? In which Y/N is Eddie Munson’s younger sister and secretly dating Mike and, well, getting into spicy things in his basement?

I would thank you a lot ✨

Hands off - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x Munson!f!reader

Warnings: smut, secret affair, blowjob, face sitting, slightly inexperienced Mike

Love note from Nina: first of all, happy belated birthday, darling! 🎂 I hope you had a great day. Second of all: HELL YES, and here you go.

“Hands off, Wheeler boy” Eddie had warned (partly jokingly, but not entirely) when he caught Mike staring at you once. “That’s my little sister, don’t forget that”

But it’s not like he could forget that, really. You’d hang out with Eddie and tag along for D&D campaigns pretty frequently - the gang’s new Druid. You didn’t attend Hawkins High, though, but went to some fancier school in the neighboring town instead. You had gotten the book smarts whilst Eddie had gotten the street smarts, as he’d always say.

Tonight, you had joined the gang for another D&D campaign, on Mike’s basement, as usual. Y’all had been playing for a good five hours or so (with an strategic stop to order a pizza), and besides the fact that the campaign pretty much always took place on a Saturday, it was getting late.

You had caught Mike staring at you a couple times - he was also sitting right next to you, knees “accidentally” touching yours from time to time as the game progressed. There was something about him that made you feel so pretty, so desired, you could barely resist the temptation to touch his thigh under the table. Ugh, you had to come up with a plan, what could you possibly do t-

“Should we wrap and get going, guys?” Dustin suddenly asked, interrupting your thoughts while checking his watch. He didn’t say it, but he clearly wanted to call Suzie before going to bed. Lucas and Will agreed, and so did you and Eddie.

After another round or two, the gang decided to stop the game on a cliffhanger, just to keep things exciting and pick up from where you left off in the following week. Bidding each other goodbye, the rest of the party walked up to the front door and left on their bikes.

“Fuck, you go ahead, I think I forgot something in the basement” you scratched the back of your head, trying to seem nonchalant. “See you at home?”

“Sure, munchkin” Eddie agreed, not seeming suspicious at all. “Just take care on the way home later”.

Going back to the basement meant getting Mike alone - everyone else had gone home and he had to clean up the mess. You walked down the stairs normally, making sure he’d hear your footsteps, just so he wouldn’t be caught off guard.

“Nance?” he asked, sounding puzzled, before seeing you at the base of the staircase, his beautiful hands closing the box in which he’d put all the D&D stuff. “Oh, it’s you” he smiled. “Are you okay? Did you forget anything?”

“Well, actually, i didn’t really forget it, it’s something I’ve been thinking about all day…” you said, mischievous.

Mike looked at you quizzically, wanting your tone to be as naughty as he believed he’d heard.

“Can I-can I help you with that?” He stuttered, head lowered to look into your eyes as you approached him, your chest now nearly glued to his.

Michael Wheeler had fantasized about you pretty much since the first time he saw you - waiting for Eddie next to your scooter in the Hawkins High parking lot, looking like a model in your leather jacket, long hair and red lipstick. He’d get lost in his words when you two spoke, his palms sweating and his heart pounding.

“I’m pretty sure you know you can” you looked up at him maliciously. “Or did you think you were being discreet back there” you pointed towards the D&D table with your head, “Touching your knee to mine every five minutes?”

Mike audibly swallowed. He had been caught red handed.

“Y/n, I-“ he started, nervously. “It’s just… You’re so pretty, and I know you’re Eddie’s sister, so I could never…” he bit his lip, embarrassed. “You know, no matter how much I wanted to… And believe me, I really do…”

You pushed him lightly towards the basement’s couch, and he fell back seating on it. His eyes went wide as you sat on his lap, one leg to each side of his waist.

“Eddie told you to keep your hands off of me, didn’t he?” Mike gulped, nodding with eyes still wide open as you slowly unzipped and took off your leather jacket, setting it aside. The white top you were wearing underneath was tight fitting and had a very low cut - besides, you were visibly not wearing a bra. “Well, he didn’t say anything about me touching you, so…”

You put your arms around Mike’s neck, gently running your fingers through the hair on his nape, your naughty eyes staring at his plump reddish lips. He could barely breathe, but his throbbing erection involuntarily pressing up against your core spoke for him.

“Tell me to stop” you whispered before your lips lightly touched his - and needless to say, Mike never told you to stop. You kissed him chastely at first, but as he seemed to gain confidence, you soon asked for entrance in his mouth with your tongue, and that innocent kissing soon turned into a full make out.

Mike’s hands went straight to your breasts, fondling them hungrily as he moaned into the kiss. You felt an instant rush in between your thighs, your arousal nearly painful; but you still wanted to play the game on the hard level.

“No, no, no” you broke the kiss to whisper to him, as you gently held his wrists and put his hands back on his lap. “Hands off, lover boy, only I get to touch you.”

Mike sighed, feeling dizzy with lust. He had never gotten drunk, but that’s what he imagined being drunk would feel like.

You kissed him once again, softly biting his lower lip, your hands pulling him closer by the collar of his Hellfire t-shirt. Mike timidly moaned as you touched him, his body quivering, aching for more. Soon, your lips found their way to his neck, kissing it, biting it, driving him crazy.

“Could I give you a little love mark, baby?”

“S-sure, I’m yours, whatever you want” he moaned, enchanted by you.

You bit and sucked lightly on his neck, leaving a small purple bruise behind, gently kissing it to relieve the pain afterwards. Mike’s hands grabbed your ass harshly, squeezing it. You couldn’t help but moan at the touch, right on his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.

“Again with the hands, mister? That’s not very Prince Charming of you, I’m afraid. Do I have to tie up those hands to make you behave?” you had grabbed his neck lightly, eyes studying his expression.

“Do you… do you want to tie me up?” he asked, trying to conceal the excitement in his voice.

“I’d love to, can I?” as he nodded, you took off your belt and tied up his hands with it, making a firm knot to secure it.

“Will you… will you still let me please you, y/n?” he nearly begged, his body squirming for relief in those tight jeans. “I always dreamed of making you cum”, he confessed.

You chuckled. He was so adorable, ugh.

“Have you ever had a girl sit on your face before?” you asked softly.

“No, I-“ he said, feeling a bit shy. Mike wasn’t very experienced at all, but it’s not like he was going to admit that to you. “I don’t think so”

“Can I?” you gave him your naughtiest look.

“Sure, beautiful” he agreed, eyes hypnotized by the sight of your perky nipples nearly ripping through the thin fabric of your shirt.

You stood up and stripped for him, garment after garment falling on the floor as he watched, tied up hands trying to palm his own erection for relief. You were so beautiful, and somehow, even more beautiful naked. He sighed, lustful, his face flushed as you approached him again.

You positioned him on the couch and slowly lowered your hips to Mike’s face, carefully adjusting your clit to where his lips were. You held yourself on the couch, not putting your weight entirely on him.

He licked your entrance delightedly, your smell and your taste making his head spin. He flicked his tongue to your clit and earned himself a moan, only to repeat the movement and keep hearing your moans. Your pussy was soaking wet for him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to reprimand Mike when his hands, even tied as they were, reached up to finger you as his tongue kept working on your clit.

“I’m so wet for you, Mikey” you moaned, your hips swaying onto his face. “You drive me wild, I want to cum for you so bad”

Mike whimpered as he kept eating you out like you’d be his last meal, and if Eddie found out about what happened tonight, it would be.

As his fingers curled inside you and his tongue relentlessly massaged your sensitive clit, getting you to moan more and more, legs shaking uncontrollably, you came on his mouth. Mike licked you through your high, still in disbelief that such a pretty girl was wet for him, moaning at his touch, desiring him.

You got off of him and lowered your body once again, kissing him and tasting yourself on his drenched lips.

“You taste so good, princess” he praised, still out of breath.

“I bet you do too, love” you pulled him up so he’d be seating on the couch again. Your legs were still shaky from such an intense orgasm, your head feeling light and dizzy, but you couldn’t wait another moment to have him.

You bent at your waist, hands on his knees, giving Mike your most devilish kiss. He lowered his head, and you immediately knew what he wanted. Putting your naked breasts to his face, he took one of your nipples in between his lips and suckled on it hungrily. His dark eyes were low and seemed in ecstasy.

“Can I give you a-a love mark as well? I mean, here?” he bit the side of your breast gently.

“Sure you can, love” you replied, nearly moaning.

Mikey sucked and sucked onto your skin, leaving a purple bruise behind, before repeating the same step at a slightly different angle. When you looked down, he had left a heart shaped bruise on your chest.

“I swear you don’t even exist, baby boy, I made you up” you chuckled and nuzzled your face onto his neck before pulling up his T-shirt to remove it.

You could hear Mike pulling air in between his teeth as you kissed his chest and his belly, working your way towards the hem of his pants. You looked at him in an inquiring way, hands on the button and zipper of his dark jeans.

He nodded rapidly, and you lowered his pants and underwear to his ankles, eager to take him in your mouth.

“Hold my hair back, will you?” You asked, and even with his hands tied, Mike managed to do it.

Soon enough, you had taken most of his length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, your hands on his balls and perineum, gently massaging him. Mike’s eyes would squeeze shut and roll back in pleasure, his lips red from so much biting and kissing, faint moans escaping them.

“Princess” he said, his voice barely audible. “You’re so good… Can I cum in your mouth?”

You simply opened your mouth and kept jerking him off as a response. Mike’s knees were shaking (and would’ve buckled if he wasn’t sitting down) as he let out a louder, satisfied moan and released his warm seed into your mouth. You swallowed it immediately, in slight disbelief that even his cum tasted good.

“Did… did you swallow it?” He asked, amazed.

“Of course, silly” you stood back up and kissed his nose playfully. “You taste so good, how could I not?”

“Thank you” He smiled, embarrassed.

“How long have you felt like that?” You sat beside him on the couch, grabbing your clothes back from the floor. “You know, being attracted to me and stuff?”

“I, uhm…” his cheeks had turned pink. “Ever since I saw you that day on the parking lot, waiting for Eddie” he confessed. “Yelling at him for not doing the laundry” you both laughed.

“You caught my eye that day too” you admitted, head tilted to the side. “I just thought I wasn’t your type, you know? I’m quite different from the girls at Hawkins High.”

“You’re way prettier than all of them” he shrugged honestly. “And a lot funnier, more interesting, more intelligent…”

“Do you want to… Keep seeing each other like this?” You suggested, hand lightly caressing his after you untied him.

“Kinda like… dating in secret?” He inferred.

“Eddie would kill you if he found out, wouldn’t he?” You laughed, understanding his point.

“Absolutely”

[samwitcch]

are friends electric?

[speerfisch]

-I see you hide behind your shield- Under The Armor. Dorian Electra

[kaayyyys]

the walking dead

jealous (men)

(Rick , Daryl)

Rick Grimes

It's a quiet day, but a storm is brewing inside Rick Grimes. He watches you, his woman, laughing with someone who clearly has eyes for you that go beyond friendly.

You, oblivious, see only kindness.

Rick's blue eyes, already intense but become laser-focused whenever the guy is near you.

He's watching body language, catching smiles you might not even notice.

He's assessing the situation, calculating.

Conversations between you and the guy are subtly, but consistently, interrupted. A question from Rick, a request for help, a gentle hand on your arm pulling you closer.

"Honey, can you help me with this thing here". He's marking his territory, a gentle reminder of your bond.

Rick's normally reserved displays of affection become more frequent, more pronounced.

A lingering kiss on your temple, his arm possessively around your waist, a hand holding yours just a little too tightly.

He wants the guy (and everyone else) to see that you belong to him.

He might start dropping subtle hints about the guys character, cloaked in concern for your well-being.

"He's always been a bit...eager, don't you think?", or "Just be careful, honey. Some people aren't always who they seem."

He's trying to plant a seed of doubt, a protective measure disguised as genuine care.

Later, when you're alone, he'll ask seemingly innocent questions about your interactions with the guy.

"What were you two laughing about?"

"Did he say anything interesting?"

the questions are casual, but the underlying tension is there.

He'll be quieter than usual, his jaw clenched, his movements deliberate.

Depending on how far things go, Rick might eventually confess his jealousy. It won't be an accusation, but a vulnerability.

"I just... I care about you so much. I get worried."

It's an admission of his feelings, his fear of losing you.

Rick's jealousy isn't about control, it's about fear. Fear of losing the woman he loves, of being vulnerable again. It's a raw, human emotion, intensified by the harsh world they live in.

And it is his silent way of saying: You are mine, and I won't let go easily.

Daryl Dixon

Imagine Daryl Dixon, our favorite crossbow-wielding survivor, finally finding love.

Now picture this: someone else is clearly crushing on his girl, showering her with attention she innocently interprets as simple kindness.

Daryl? He's not thrilled.

Forget screaming matches.

Daryl’s jealousy simmers beneath the surface.

He might become quieter than usual, retreating into himself.

Expect a lot of grunts and monosyllabic answers.

He's always been protective, but now it's dialed up to eleven. Suddenly, he's volunteering to escort her everywhere, his hand lingering a little longer on the small of her back, a silent claim.

Daryl's got a glare that could curdle milk.

He'll do it towards in the direction of the admirer, a silent warning that says, "Back. Off."

Watch for seemingly casual arm placements around her shoulders, pulling her closer during conversations, or a possessive hand resting on her knee. These are all low-key signals: "She's with me."

Whatever the admirer is good at, Daryl suddenly becomes interested in it too. If the guy's a good hunter, Daryl brings back a deer twice the size. If he's telling jokes, Daryl, against his nature, might offer a dry, sarcastic comment (that surprisingly gets a laugh).

He is always watching. He's observing every interaction, cataloging every smile, every lingering glance. He's gathering intel, assessing the threat level.

He's not one for grand declarations of love, but he might confide in Carol or maybe even Rick, grumbling about "some idiot" who's "being too friendly." It's his way of processing without causing a scene.

Just when the admirer is getting comfortable, Daryl appears. Maybe he needs help with something, or he's just checking in. But his timing is impeccable, always disrupting any potential for a deeper connection.

If you notices his change in behavior and gently reassures him, he'll soften. He might even offer a rare, vulnerable admission of his feelings.

Daryl's jealousy isn't about control; it's about vulnerability. It's a testament to how much he cares, even if he expresses it in his own, uniquely Dixon way.

[redroses07]

favorite canadian

[ifangirlalot]

finn comforting and praising thick!reader while they fuck n hes so soo rough while he talks her though it hhhfhhfhfhshs ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

can i be ur 🍥 anon :oo

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Love Note From Zee ;;

welcome to the filth fam, 🍥 nonnie!

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Finn raised his head from between [Name]'s perfectly rounded thighs, his red lips swollen and wet from sucking on her wet, juicy cunt. He had been there now for God knows how long, he had lost count after her third or fourth orgasm. He had such a hard time resisting the soft thickness of her body, but it got so much worse whenever she let herself wear short skirts with halters and cute little heart shaped clips that left sweet indents in her soft skin.

Finn's hand stroked the skin of her thigh for a few moments before he suddenly smacked his palm against it. His cum-dumb baby let out a gasp as she jumped slightly, causing her thighs to jostle and jiggle in the most charming way. The corners of his mouth tugged upward into a lopsided smirk.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his hand continued stroking, slapping, and groping her sweet thighs. God, he loved those thighs. He loved seeing the skin there pink and marked in the shape of his hand. Loved watching the skin jiggle about. It was just the cutest.

"You've been so good, dolly," he cooed, raising himself up to his knees as his hands went to his waist to unhook his belt. "But, I think you can be even better. Just pull your pretty little legs up there and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight, 'kay?"

[Name] mewled and did as she was told, her hands reaching up and curving beneath her thighs and pulling them up so they were resting against her lush bust. Her skirt folded upward, giving Finn an even better, more wide view of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and coated with sticky cum from her last few orgasms. Poor, dumb little baby had been violently tongue fucked to her breaking point so many times, she couldn't even speak when she was spoken to.

But he liked it that way.

Finn smiled innocently, as though he wasn't about to violently fuck her into oblivion. "Good girl. Just stay right there for me." He unzipped his fly and folded down the waistband of his boxers. As he moved himself over her, he had to be careful with the way that he pushed his dick in her. Too quick and he'd cum as soon as his tip parted her sweet cunt. Those curves, that soft skin, they'd have him shooting out hot ropes of sperm before he could thrust.

[Name] whined softly, her legs quaking as he thrusted slowly for a few minutes. He quickly had enough of that shit, though, and gradually slid from grinding to pounding. He gripped her neck firmly enough to place pressure on her throat, but not nearly hard enough as to have her gasping for breath. He could hear the loud pap pap pap from her wet cunt as he cock abused her hole. [Name] was squealing and moaning and whimpering beneath him, drool dribbling from her plump, wet lips.

"Oh, that's a good girl," he praised, his voice gruff but gentle despite the rough movements of his hips as he stretched her open again and again. He took his hand off her throat and grabbed her thighs, readjusting them and pressing them against his waist.

"Come on baby, give me a squeeze. I wanna hear my bones popping." Finn demanded, rearing back and shoving back into her rougher than he had been doing. [Name] moaned loudly and did as she was told once more, her thighs pressing hard against his hips. He groaned and threw his head back. His dark hair was damp with sweat as his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, atta girl…"

He gave a couple more hard shoves into her sopping wet pussy before he slowly pulled out. She let him know of her disapproval by letting out a whiny mewl.

"Hush." Finn said, gently yet firmly, as he smacked her thighs, leaving yet another hand print on her skin. He wrapped her hair around his fist like a horse's rein and flipped her over with one swift movement. He moved the skirt up over her again and pressed her face into the mattress. Once he pulled her hips off the ground, he smirked and slid himself back in again, continuing his sexual abuse where he had left off, this time with his fingers roughly digging into her lush hips as [Name] let out muffled, pleasured sobs.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up without spilling into her. He had to make it count. He grunted with every thrust back into her, his movements steadily becoming sloppy and uneven. Finn bent forward, tangling one of his hands into her locks again as he doubled his speed. Finally, he felt the knot in his navel unravel as he spilled hot rope after hot rope of seed in her sticky hole. One look between her legs told him she'd already came once before, as the white liquid trickled down her thighs and dripped to the soiled bed sheets. He must have been too caught up in ecstasy to notice.

"Good girl.. oh, you're so good.." Finn whispered breathlessly as he slowly pulled out. "Next time, I want you to get off on my head."

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[camrlart]

birthday boy (and mike ig)

[ermasdoodles]

🫴

[alphabetsoupcup]

i never used to be that invested in byler, kinda like ‘if it happens it happens’ type of thing, but you bitches on here have made it so it’s all i can think about. my thoughts consist of nothing else. you’ve ruined me. now i’m gonna be insufferable if they aren’t endgame. what have you done.