sloane

mainlist -> stranger things -> finn wolfhard ->

warnings: all of it. so much fucking teasing i love it, degredation, slut-shaming, slight oral fixation, p in v, oral, fingering, dirty talk, basically more graphic-as-hell porn

Y/N didn’t know when she’d started crushing on Mike Wheeler. It didn’t feel like it happened overnight, but was more of a gradual thing that developed as Mike grew from an awkward, walking target into a tall glass of confidence and nerdy sex appeal. He kept his hair cut short, and he seemed more in control of his long limbs as he walked the halls of Hawkins High. Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas passed where Y/N stood with Max at her locker, changing out her textbooks. When they disappeared around a corner, Max turned on Y/N.

“I dare you to seduce Mike.”

Y/N choked on her cherry lollipop. “What?”

Max nodded, an evil grin on her face. “Yeah. Do it, or I won’t use all those tips you gave me to seduce Lucas tonight and our relationship will crash and burn because you refused to make a move on a guy I know you have a thing for.”

Y/N frowned. “I do not have a thing for Mike Wheeler.”

“You do. But go ahead – lie to your best friend.”

Y/N could lie to a lot of people, but she couldn’t lie to Max. So she changed tactics. “Mike Wheeler doesn’t like me.”

“Y/N.” Max blinked at her. “He’s been crushing on you since I moved here back in middle school. We won’t be seniors forever. Take the guy out of his misery and act on those feelings you have locked up in that slutty little heart of yours.”

Y/N looked at her friend. “You used to be a lot less emotionally perceptive.”

“And then I met you. Come on.”

Later that evening, Y/N and Max walked into the Wheeler house like they owned the place. The boys were arguing about D&D logistics in the basement, their shouting heard from the main floor. 

“Five bucks we don’t even watch a movie,” Max muttered, straightening out her new top. It wasn’t some tight, low-cut piece of fabric Stacey Albright would use. This was Max, afterall. The new shirt had a cut down the center of the crewneck neckline, parting ever-so-slightly when she leaned forward, and it was a couple inches shorter, showcasing the tan she got over the summer.

“Quit fussing,” Y/N smacked her hands away. “You look great.”

“Says the girl who’s used to flirting,” Max muttered, pulling open the door. “Speak of flirting–”

Y/N held up a hand. “Yes. I said I would. Screw you and your sudden astute observational skills.” Max rolled her eyes, bounding down the stairs. Y/N took her time, watching her steps on the steep staircase as she descended. Both her and Max had dressed up a little nicer tonight, Y/N trying out the new pleated skirt she’d got. Naturally, wearing it in a basement of all places was a bad idea, but that was all just part of her plan. Besides, the knee-high socks she was wearing would keep her warm long enough.

Taking her time also let Mike look his fill. And look he did. Y/N watched his eyes take their time moving from her ankles to her waist, and then jump to her mouth where she was sucking on another lollipop. Y/N swallowed a satisfied smile and looked away. Maybe there was some truth to Max’s words.

“T.V.’s all set up,” Dustin smiled. “We just need to make the popcorn.”

“Lucas and I will do it,” Max offered. Before anyone could say another word, she was tugging her boyfriend back up the stairs, the door slamming shut behind them.

“God, Mike, why is your basement freezing?” Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, shifting from foot to foot. Freezing was an exaggeration, but so long as it got her what she wanted. “Could I borrow a sweater or something?”

“Maybe it’s cold because you’re dressed like Slutty Cheerleader #3 that’s the first to get murdered in a shitty horror movie,” Dustin snarked from his spot on the couch, not even looking over at Y/N as he dusted chip crumbs off his Hellfire shirt. Both her and Mike glared at the back of his head.

“I’ve got a bin of clean laundry on my bed, Y/N.” Mike smiled down at Y/N. He was a few inches taller than her. “I think I’ve got a sweater or two in there. First door on the left. Help yourself.”

Shit. Y/N had hoped Mike would take her up to his room. But not one to give up at the first hurdle, Y/N nodded and turned around, heading back up the stairs. Just before the door shut, she practically heard Will’s eyes roll.

“Dude.”

“What?”

Just as Mike had said, there was a bin of folded laundry on his bed, the bed unmade. Mike’s room was surprisingly clean – for a guy. A few pieces of clothing littered the floor, and his desk was a mess, but that was pretty much it. He had posters of athletes and D&D memorabilia taped on his walls, and Y/N spied a full-length mirror on the inside of his open closet door. 

She found a clean sweater in the bin, and tipped her head back with a groan. The sweater was an excuse. She dropped her head, wondering what she was going to do next, when she spied it. A polaroid camera on his bedside table. Upon checking it, there were four film sheets left. She smiled.

This could work. 

She’d just have to wait a little longer.

Idea after idea flooded her mind as she moved to stand in front of Mike’s mirror, but she finally landed on two, and quickly set up.

When she bounded down the stairs five minutes later, declaring she was ready for the movie and absolutely swallowed up by one of Mike’s knit sweaters, she was a hell of a lot warmer. And not just because of the sweater. 

She’d officially started playing with Mike Wheeler.

—

After everyone left Mike’s house and he’d rolled up the half-eaten bags of chips, Mike made his way up to his room, flicking on the light and coming to a dead stop. “What the…”

The laundry bin was on the floor. But Y/N had been in his room so that wasn’t too odd. What was odd was that his bed had been made and his camera was sitting dead center. Mike approached it slowly as if expecting it to explode. It didn’t, but when Mike picked it up, he noticed a single film sheet beneath it, face down.

He picked it up.

“Holy fuck.”

Her face wasn’t in it, but Mike knew it was Y/N. Knew it by the curvature of her smooth, long legs. By the slimness of her fingers wrapped around the camera. By the blood red panties he’d caught a glimpse of when she ran upstairs. She’d obviously taken this photo when she’d grabbed a sweater because she was standing in front of his mirror in the photo. And she wasn’t wearing pants.

Holy fuck she wasn’t wearing pants. 

She’d slipped on one of his old rock band shirts, the hem stopping at her waist so he could see every inch of the front of her panties. She was still wearing those knee-high stockings, making her look even sexier. And written at the bottom of the photo in black Sharpie–

Do you like red?

Mike fell back on his bed, gripping himself through his shorts. 

When he was younger, his crush on Y/N had been an innocent one. But then puberty came, and twisted it into something a little darker. He’d never acted on it – he never thought she’d felt the same and hadn’t wanted to risk losing her as a friend. But Will-the-fucking-Wise had noticed, and had never stopped teasing him about it. 

He checked the camera. Two film sheets. 

Beyond grateful he had the house to himself, Mike pulled his shorts down and worked on his reply.

—

When Monday came around, Y/N hadn’t spoken to Max about what she’d done in Mike’s room. The girl had been late to first period, slamming into her desk just as the bell rang. The teacher gave her a disapproving look but said nothing, starting the lesson. At lunch, the boys had AV Club and Max had lacrosse practice, so Y/N was left to her own devices. On the bleachers outside, she caught up on schoolwork and started brainstorming some ideas for the photography project her and Mike had been paired up for. Five minutes before the bell would ring to signal the end of lunch, Y/N packed up her belongings and headed inside. She moved through the crowd towards her locker, quickly turning her combination into the lock, frowning when a piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

No. A polaroid.

Y/N froze.

It was face down on the floor, hiding its contents from view. Shoving her lunch in the locker and grabbing her books for third period, Y/N swiped the picture off the floor and scurried for the bathroom, only flipping the sheet when she was locked in a stall.

She should have been sitting down.

It was Mike, but not his face. One leg was laid straight, the other bent at the knee. But what took up Y/N’s attention was his cock, standing straight at attention. The shiny head was an angry red so dark it was bordering on purple, and Y/N wished she could lick at the pearl of precum beading at the slit. His lean fingers fisted the base so hard his nailbeds were white. At the bottom of the image, he’d written his response to her original question, do you like red?

You tell me.

Yes. Yes, he liked red. A lot according to the photo. He must have been in agony if the colour was anything to go by. Y/N wasn’t inexperienced, but she’d never seen a cock so thoroughly teased without reprieve. Her panties felt damp, and her bag heavy with the other photo she’d taken Saturday night in Mike’s room. 

Fuck it.

Y/N walked to Mike’s locker slowly, looking both ways down the empty hallway before slipping the polaroid through the slits in his locker, the Sharpie still drying on the image.

I can’t wait to use your photo later.

—

Y/N was playing a dangerous game, and Mike Wheeler didn’t like to lose. Dustin had vented about his sister being allowed to buy a camera but he wasn’t allowed to buy anything until next month because he’d maxed out his allowance already.

Mike had been turning that tidbit of information over in his head every day since. The knowledge that Y/N had bought a camera indicated she planned to continue this game. He locked his bedroom door behind him, moving for the secret hiding spot he’d hidden her two polaroids. It was Wednesday, which meant Y/N would be coming over to work on their project once school was out. He had a spare fourth period while everyone else had class. Usually, Mike would stick around and wait, but not today. He had approximately forty minutes before she was walking through his front door. 

He didn’t even bother taking his pants off, just pulling them down far enough to pull his semi out. But the second his eyes focused on the polaroids, he was rock hard. Mike spit in his hand and stroked the shaft, squeezing every few strokes. He closed his eyes, imagining what Y/N’s hand would feel like, and that thought only steered his mind to her mouth. 

Y/N was always sucking on those fucking cherry lollipops, lips popping whenever she released it. Mike stroked himself faster. She had to be good at giving blowjobs – she had to be. He’d seen her swirl her tongue around the sphere of sugar, collecting her spit before sucking it back into her mouth.

Thumb swiping over his slit to collect the leaking precum, Mike whispered Y/N’s name. “Y/N.”

Like every night before, Mike didn’t let himself come to the photos. He edged himself to near-completion, glaring at the two photos as if his self-imposed edging were their fault.

He supposed, in a way, it was.

Forty minutes later, after Mike had spat on Y/N’s first photo as he wrenched his hand away before he could come, Mike had a plan.

When the doorbell rang through the house, Mike knew how the next few seconds would play out. Karen would call up the stairs, “Mike! Y/N’s here!” but upon hearing no response from him, she’d send her right up.

Karen Wheeler did exactly that.

When Y/N knocked on the door, stepping in a moment later, Mike drowned in the sight of her in another skirt. She’d worn skirts every day this week and, yeah it had been hot out, but Mike knew that wasn’t why she was wearing them. He fought the urge to shift and relieve some pressure in his crotch, nodding at her.

“Hey, Mike.” She gave him a soft smile, one he knew was meant to lure him in and lower his defenses. Too bad he had multiple days of edgings ruining his mood. 

Y/N dropped her bag on the edge of his bed, unzipping it. “I have some great ideas for our photography assignment. I’m thinking we do it on perspective, photographing the same thing from different angles to show how many sides and interpretations an object can have.”

What an insightful topic. Perfect for more than one reason. “Sounds good to me.”

Y/N beamed. “Great. Oh! I, uh, got a new camera. But,” she blushed sheepishly, nibbling at her lower lip. “Could you show me how to use it? I want to make sure I’m using it right for this assignment.”

Her attempt was obvious, but Mike still slid off the bed, letting Y/N see the bulge in his jeans. He took the camera from her hands.

“Your idea about perspective is great. But sometimes it’s hard to move the camera, so you have to move the subject. For example,” Mike snapped a photo of Y/N standing with her hands at her side, flapping the photo after it printed. “You look sweet and innocent in this photo. But if you, say, knelt.” Mike pushed Y/N to her knees, stepping in close and cupping the back of her head to hold her in place as he shoved his crotch in her face. Her hands landed on his thighs, eyes flying up to Mike’s where he was ready.

Click.

Mike pulled out the photo, showing it to Y/N, who was still on her knees with her face inches from Mike’s boner. “You’re still the same, and your sweetness and innocence are still there, but they look different. More…breakable.”

The photo perfectly captured Y/N’s big doe eyes, filled with the perfect combination of surprise, arousal, and innocence. His bulge was clear in the picture and hovered inches from Y/N’s tinted lips. His hand held her head in place, and Mike knew he’d be using this photo as well.

“Mike,” Y/N whispered, hands creeping up his thighs. 

Mike tsked and grabbed her wrist. “You think just because you leave me a sexy picture or two that I’ll fuck your cunt when you ask?” Y/N tried to stand, but he pushed her back down. “Here’s the thing, Y/N. I’ve had a crush on you for years. But I’m not an awkward kid anymore. I know what I want. And now that I know you want me, I’m not going to let you go. You wanna play a game? Let’s play.”

Y/N swallowed in apprehension. Mike smirked. “Open your mouth, Little Red.”

Y/N glanced at Mike’s crotch and then did, tilting her head up at him. Without a moment of hesitation, Mike bent down and spat. The loogie shot straight to the back of Y/N’s throat, and she choked. Slamming a hand over Y/N’s mouth, Mike leaned lower. “Swallow it.”

Y/N did, coughing more. “That’s a good fucking slut,” he praised, reaching for his belt. “Put your hands on your thighs.”

Y/N gripped the ends of her skirt, staring up at him. Mike shoved his jeans and boxers down below his ass, pulling himself out. Y/N eyes widened as he fisted himself, stroking himself slowly. Touching himself relieved some pressure, but not nearly enough. He collected the leaking precum on a finger, shoving it in Y/N’s mouth. She sucked eagerly, swirling her tongue around his finger.

“Yeah, Y/N, just like that. I knew you’d be good at this, baby.” Mike fisted his cock, guiding it to Y/N’s swollen lips. “Suck my cock, Y/N, but just the tip. Any more and I’ll take it away.”

Y/N opened her mouth, pulling him in and immediately swirling her tongue again. Mike’s eyes rolled. Fuck, that felt good. She did it again before bobbing her head, lips covering the edge of his head but going no further than that. 

“Such a good listener,” Mike pushed some hair out of Y/N’s face, reaching for her Polaroid. “Or you’re just a desperate slut. Are you a desperate slut, Y/N?”

Y/N hummed around his cock, sucking harder. Mike’s hips bucked forward, and he moaned. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched Y/N’s tinted lipgloss transfer from her pretty mouth to his slick cock, flushed with arousal. It wasn’t just the head of his cock that was swollen and angry now – it was spreading down his shaft. Y/N stared up at him, never losing that stupid innocent look on her face, not even as she sucked him off so hard his vision turned white.

“Oh, fuck.” A broken moan slipped past his lips. “You’ve teased me for years, Y/N, but that fucking mouth, mmm, doing such a good job.” Y/N hollowed her cheeks further, tongue darting out to massage the underside of his cock. He fisted the base of his cock and Y/N loosened her lips. Like she could read his mind, she stuck out her tongue and Mike came on her tongue with a guttural moan, ass muscles tightening. Y/N swallowed everything he gave her, even going so far as to reach forward and clean the blunt head gently, peppering it with gentle kisses before tucking him back in. 

“Stand up.”

Y/N huffed a soft laugh. “I, uh, I don’t think I can.”

Mike looked down and, sure enough, her thighs were trembling just the slightest. Taking away her control had a bigger effect on her than he’d anticipated. Mike bent down, picking her up by her armpits. She grabbed his shoulders, widening her stance. 

“Thanks.”

“Are you wearing red panties today, Y/N?”

Her eyes shot upward. “What?”

God, you’d think she was the one still coming down from an orgasm with how frazzled she was. But no. This was what not getting an orgasm did to her. He backed her into his desk, caging her in. “Are you wearing those pretty red panties for me, Y/N?”

It’s like she doesn’t hear him, eyes still staring up at him. He chuckled, pushing her skirt up himself, fingers grazing the front of her panties. “Blue. I do love blue, but it’s not red.” He dropped her skirt, breath ghosting over her cheek. “Y’know, if you had worn red, I might have torn them off and buried my mouth between your thighs and see how good you tasted. But you wore blue, so…” Mike brought his hand up between her thighs hard and fast, grinning when she bent over in reaction to him slapping her core. He rubbed three tight circles around her clit, ran one long strip down her center to feel her soaked panties, and backed away. “Get the fuck out of my house, Y/N.”

—

Y/N had gone to Mike’s house on Wednesday to work on the project. On Thursday morning before first period, she found him at his locker, pushing herself into his space while he switched out his books. He barely glanced at her. “Didn’t take you long to find me and beg,” he said plainly.

“I’m not here to beg,” she smiled up at him. “See, I don’t like being denied, Wheeler. And what you did yesterday…it makes a girl cranky. But no matter. I’m nice. I’m here to call a truce.”

Mike’s actions slowed and he looked at her curiously. Doubtfully. “A truce.”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded at him, fishing into her pocket. “I even brought you a white flag. Except, well, it’s red.” She dumped it right on the floor of his locker, and she could tell he knew exactly what it was. His eyes turned dark with hunger and intent as they took in the pair of crumpled red panties in his locker. “You seemed so disappointed last night I thought I would make it up to you. Oh, I almost forgot.” 

Y/N placed the polaroid on top of the panties, leaning up to whisper in Mike’s ear, “Fuck you, Wheeler.” And she walked away with swaying hips, leaving him staring into his locker at the photo of her in those exact panties, her hands covering her nipples. And written on the bottom–

Bite me, Wheeler.

—

Friday was movie night, when everyone gathered in Mike’s basement for a movie. It had been one week since Y/N took that first polaroid and started this whole war between her and Mike, and he was more than ready to get back at her tonight. He’d glared at her in every class they had together, Y/N smirking gleefully. She’d won that round, and he’d walked around with a boner for the rest of the day. 

On Friday before first period, he was surprised to find his locker empty of Y/N’s gifts, and she was nowhere to be found in the hallways.

“Hey, Wheeler.” Max walked up to him, headphones around her neck. She held a familiar piece of black and white out to him. “Special delivery.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Mike growled, snatching the photograph from Max. “She’s got you delivering them too?”

“Delivering them?” Max scoffed. “I’m the one taking the damn pictures.”

As she stalked away, Mike turned the photo over, cursing under his breath at the image. It was a full body shot, and Y/N looked like a fucking angle. She was standing in front of some gauzy curtains, soft light filtering through and making the edges of her look hazy. She was dressed in a pretty white tank top – no bra – and white panties, her hair framing her face. And her eyes? They were those fucking doe eyes that made Mike rock hard. 

Do I look pretty?

Mike slammed his locker with a little too much force, stomping his way to first period. He couldn’t wait for movie night tonight when he could even the score. 

Already in class was Y/N sitting front row in a pretty little white tennis skirt, as if she’d colour-coordinated her outfit with the picture. Her eyes met his and he worked hard to not let it show just how much her look affected him. She sucked on her cherry lollipop, leaning back in her seat. 

“Hey, Wheeler.”

Mike stopped in front of her desk, tapping on it twice. “That’s the second time I’ve heard that today. And the first person gave me something real special. You got anything for me, Little Red?”

Y/N cocked her head, still sucking on the lollipop. “Someone’s greedy.”

The class began to fill, but Mike stayed at Y/N’s desk. “Someone’s making me greedy.”

Y/N only smirked. “Check your locker after lunch.”

The time to lunch dragged, but it finally came and went and Mike ripped his locker open. The picture fluttered to the floor and he eagerly picked it up, leaning against the row of lockers when he flipped it over. 

It wasn’t of Y/N. It wasn’t of anything – just a blank white wall and her messy scrawl in Sharpie. 

Denial’s a bitch.

—

Y/N knew Mike was going to do something tonight. He’d been staring at her in every class, hand grazing her thigh when they sat beside each other in photography, the lights dimmed low as the teacher clicked through a PowerPoint. Just before the class ended and the teacher flicked the lights back on, Mike leaned in close, firmly gripping her thigh. “Pack an overnight bag. You’re sleeping over.”

Her head snapped to Mike’s, their faces inches apart. “What?”

“You heard me. And wear red. White’s pretty on you, but red’s my favourite colour.”

And because of those stupid words, Y/N was late to movie night. And, thus, so was Max.

“You’ve changed your outfit four times, Y/N.” Max rolled onto her stomach on Y/N’s bed. “And you’ve looked hot in all of them. Let’s go.”

“But–”

Max pushed off the bed, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders. “No buts. He said red. You’re not wearing red. He’s gonna revenge fuck you, and you’re going to live kinkily ever after. The End. Grab your bag. Let’s go.” 

There was something about arguing with Max that made it…absolutely pointless. Y/N didn’t know how Lucas did it. She snatched her overnight bag up as Max pushed her through the door and down the hall. Y/N’s dad grabbed the keys from the dish by the front door, locking the door behind them. The drive to the Wheeler house was short but not awkward, Y/N’s dad belting out song lyrics with them all the way there.

“Thanks for the ride,” Max smiled, hopping out first once Y/N’s dad put the car in park. Her fingers wrapped around Y/N’s wrist, tugging. 

“Have a great time, girls!”

Mrs. Wheeler opened the door, purse in hand. “Oh, perfect timing! Ted and I are just heading out. The boys are in the basement. Enjoy movie night!” And then she was gone, calling for her husband.

“Evening ladies,” Dustin purred, appearing from nowhere. 

“Hey,” Y/N smiled. “Where are we putting our stuff?”

“Downstairs.” Dustin threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave. “It’s basically all set up.”

Mike had turned half of the floor into a giant bed — pillows, blankets, and cushions thrown on the floor. Christmas lights had been strung up, and the coffee table was littered with chip bowls and candy wrappers. Y/N dropped her bag at the bottom of the stairs, wiping her hands on the sweater she’d borrowed from Mike last week. She’d paired it with another blue pleated skirt she’d bought (her allowance was taking a hit with the camera and all the skirts she’d bought) and high socks. 

Mike turned around at the sounds,eyes dropping to Y/N’s bare legs. Suddenly, Max disappeared. “That’s not red.”

Y/N looked down at her outfit. “There’s red in it somewhere. You just gotta look for it.”

“Oh yeah?” Mike teased the edge of her skirt. “How hard do I need to look?”

Y/N only smirked and stepped past Mike, heading for the common area. Dustin came down moments later, placing the popcorn bowl in the middle of the table. Dustin and Will took one couch, Lucas and Max the other, leaving Y/N and Mike to either share the wide chair or…

Y/N fell into the chair beside Mike, landing partially on his lap. “Sorry.”

“Everyone shut up. Shut up. I’m hitting play.” Dustin turned out the lamp, leaving the group in darkness. They’d picked Raiders of the Last Ark, and while Y/N usually loved the movie, tonight all it did was threaten to bore Y/N to tears. She turned on her side, hand falling across Mike’s lap. He stiffened.

“Relax, or they’ll figure out what’s going on before I can unbutton your jeans,” Y/N murmured into his neck, fingers fiddling with the button.

“Y/N,” he warned lowly, his hips shifting.

“What?” She undid the button and jeans silently, palming him through just his underwear now. “Afraid to get caught?”

Mike exhaled through his nose, sinking further into the chair as Indiana Jones gave his signature smolder. His own hands slipped under the blanket, helping Y/N push his jeans down just enough for her to pull him out, squeezing him. He was already hard, heavy and warm in her hand. When Y/N rubbed her thumb over his head, she felt herself spread the bead of precum over the tip, smiling to herself when he gripped her thigh. He’d been totally in control when he’d made her suck him off the other day, but it seemed the loss of control was as much of a turn on for Mike as it was for Y/N.

“Watch the movie, Mike,” she commanded, hand stilling. He let out a breathy moan, turning his head to face the T.V. but not really seeing. Y/N subtly spat into her hand, rubbing it along his shaft, reveling in the feeling of him hardening further beneath her. She squeezed the base and Mike choked back a gasp, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her thigh.

“Y/N.”

“Do you like that?” Y/N didn’t wait for an answer, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, centering most of her focus on the head, fingers gliding over the underside where she’d learned he was especially sensitive. Every time his hips bucked or twitched, she stopped and waited until he let out a soft groan of desperation into her hair. He squeezed her thigh again, harder this time.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah, Mike?”

“Stop.”

“Why?” She smirked, picking up her pace.

Dustin yelled something at the T.V. and Mike turned to look down at Y/N, pupils blown wide. “Because I’ve been edging myself all week and I’m, oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

She gave Mike her best doe eyes and pulled away, pulling her hand back to her lap, sandwiching it between her thighs. “If you insist.”

—

Mike nearly flipped the goddamn coffee table when Y/N pulled her hand away and made no inclination to finish what she’d started. He’d asked her to stop, but he never thought she’d actually do it. But there he sat, cock rock hard and on the verge of exploding while the movie played around them. When he looked over, Lucas’ eyes had rolled to the back of his head, obviously being granted something Y/N was denying him.

Mike glared at Lucas. And then the T.V. for the rest of the movie. When the end credits finally began to roll, Dustin turned the lamp on. “Alright kids. Twenty minute break before Temple of Doom begins.”

Max groaned. “I’m putting my pajamas on.”

“Good idea.” Y/N stretched in the chair, pushing the blanket off her lap.

The boys seemed inclined to agree, and Mike followed the girls upstairs to change into his own pajamas. In the hallway, Max peeled off toward the bathroom and pulled the door shut behind her. Just before it closed, she caught Mike’s eyes over Y/N’s lowered head and gave him a quick wink. 

Power thrummed through Mike’s blood as he followed Y/N into his room, catching the door before it could close. His fingers curled around the edge of the wood, his gaze locking onto hers. He was still hard from her teasing over an hour ago, but he wasn’t going to get back at her. She’d won – he was going to have her. Now. But he’d ruin her along the way.

Mike forced himself through the door, shutting it softly behind her, the click of the lock cutting through the silence like a knife. Mike stepped forward until his chest brushed hers. She was barely breathing, pupils blown wide with desire and anticipation. They only had fifteen minutes or so, but Mike didn’t jump into action. He let his eyes wander down her frame, fingers looping a lock of silky hair around his finger.

He’d always thought Y/N was beautiful – long before he had the language for it, before he even understood what a crush was supposed to feel like. Before, it had been simple and easy, something warm that sat quietly in his chest. But as the years passed, that feeling sharpened, growing heavier, more real. Puberty complicated everything, layering want and restlessness over something that had once felt innocent, until it became almost unbearable to carry. He didn’t know if it was love – didn’t really know what love was – but he knew he liked this space they occupied together, this game they were playing. And even with change looming on the horizon, about to tip the balance towards something more spoken and solid, he wanted to keep playing.

Mike glanced at the clock on his desk. He’d spent three minutes looking at her. Shit. He opened his bedroom door, and spoke across the hall at the closed bathroom door. “Max?”

The shuffling behind the door stopped. “...Yeah?”

“Stall.” He didn’t wait for a response, slamming the door and storming back to Y/N. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, throwing her onto the bed. When she made to rise, Mike pushed her down between her shoulder blades until her chest pressed against the bed. With both hands, he pushed the sweater up to her shoulders before yanking her ass into the air by the hips. He flipped her skirt up, inhaling through his teeth at the sight of her red panties, a wet patch at her core. Mike pushed her legs apart, furthering the arch in her back.

“Jesus, fuck. Don’t move.” He snatched his camera off the desk, and snapped the picture, the flash reflecting in the mirror. The dual image of her in real life and her in the mirror was beautiful. She looked completely wrecked, eyes unseeing, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Mike tossed the camera on the mattress, kissing the round globe of her ass. She pushed back into his face, her moan turning into a gasp when he bit into the soft flesh. He kneaded the other with one hand.

“Been wanting this for so long, Y/N. Dreamed of this.”

“Mike,” she whimpered.

He arched her back further, rolling her hips until that pretty little wet spot nearly faced the ceiling. He leaned down until his mouth was practically on her. “Look in the mirror.”

The moment she did, Mike buried his face in her, mouthing her clothed pussy. He felt her thighs clench beneath his hands, a tortured moan slipping out of her. She rocked her hips back again, eyes half-rolled.

“Eyes on me, baby.” Mike watched her fight to meet his eyes through the mirror, nearly losing to the sensations. “You look so pretty, Y/N. Fuck, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“Mike. Please.” Y/N reached back with one hand, but he caught her before she could move her panties to the side and pinned her wrist to the small of her back. She whimpered, fingers curling into nothing. Feeling somewhat merciful, he slipped his hand in hers, squeezing. “Please don’t stop.”

He nipped at the cotton, humming when she gasped. He must have gotten more than fabric. “I won’t, baby. I promise I won’t. Can you be good?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes,” she whined. “I can. I will.”

Mike squeezed her hand. “Keep it there.” He pulls his hand away, lifting his mouth slightly to pull her underwear to the side, wrapping it around the curve of her ass to keep it there. She was swollen and puffy, her arousal smeared all over. Mike reached back for her hand, his other sliding up the back of her thigh, ghosting over where she wanted him. In the mirror, her eyes widened with desperate anticipation. Mike kept his gaze locked with Y/N’s through the mirror as he slid his middle finger through her folds and pushed the digit inside her.

“Yes.” There was something undeniably sexy watching her eyes roll through the mirror, her free hand gripping his pillow. He dropped a kiss on her bum, peppering them up and down the back of her thigh while he added a second finger.

Tighter now, the sound of moving air joined the squelch as Mike fingerfucked Y/N, slowly picking up speed, slowing down when she clenched around him and didn’t relax. A frustrated whine echoed through his room. “Mike!”

He laughed lowly, lips ghosting her skin. “It’s what you get for teasing me with all those photos, Y/N. You gotta pay the price.” He wrenched his fingers out—

“Ohmygo– fuck, Mike!”—and put his mouth on her instead. He didn’t start slow. He assaulted every part of her that he could reach, fingers bruising her thigh. Her hand pulled at his when she jolted in shock. 

“Fuck, this pussy tastes like heaven.” He ran the flat of his tongue downward, circling her clit with the tip. Her hips rolled, trying to get closer to his mouth. He let her, sucking on the oversensitive nub until a choked sob broke past her lips. 

“Mike.”

“Fuck,” he said against her pussy. “I love it when you say my name like that. So fucking needy.”

“Mike.” The moan was loud and unapologetic. 

“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” Her fingers tightened around his as she rocked her body, grinding up against him. Oh, hell yes. “You gonna come, Little Red?” he teased, using his free hand to stroke her clit. He needed her to. 

Y/N nodded into the comforter. “Fingers.”

Mike licked a bold stripe up her again. “No. You’re coming on my mouth. Wanna taste you more.” But he did press harder on her clit, rubbing tight, precise circles. Y/N’s hips jerked. Her eyes had begun to glaze over in the mirror, and he knew she was moments from tipping over the edge.

“Mike–”

“I know, baby. Let go.” He pinched her clit and she did, burying her face into his pillows as she screamed, hips jerking towards and away from him. Mike worked her through the orgasm, softening his licks until she was spent, fighting to get away from him.

The clock on Mike’s desk told him they had seven of the fifteen minutes left, plus whatever Max gave them. Plenty of time. Mike reached for his zipper, the sound making Y/N freeze. She was halfway raised on her hands, eyes flying to his.

“Mike…”

“We’re not done yet.” He dipped his chin, making it clear what he wanted. Cautiously, Y/N lowered herself, but Mike saw the excitement in her eyes as she stretched her arms out in front of her, burying them under his pillows. “Look at me, Y/N.”

She met his eyes in the mirror.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy. And I don’t want you to look away. Got it?”

Y/N whimpered, nodding. Mike watched her through the mirror for a second longer, before looking down. Her pussy was a slick mess, red and puffier than before, but he still felt the desire to spread her wider with his hands and spit. It landed right on her pussy, and Mike watched with rapt fascination as she clenched, as if trying to swallow it whole.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

Mike smirked at Y/N, who hadn’t looked away, and grabbed the camera. “Smile, slut.”

Y/N didn’t, but her face in the photo was more beautiful than a smile could ever be in that moment. She looked ravished with flushed cheeks and mascara smudged under her eyes. The bottom of the photo caught her bare pussy, his spit shining.

But Y/N hadn’t been ruined yet, and that was Mike’s goal. His cock was flushed deep red, painfully hard at being so neglected. It was slick with precum, but Mike still ran it through Y/N’s folds, coating it with her cum and arousal.

Click. Another photo. 

“Mike.” A pointed huff mixed with a subtle shift of her hips.

Mike smiled, checking out the photo as it developed. “Our photography project is gonna be fucking amazing, baby.”

“You are not showing Mr. Wright a photo of my pussy.”

“You’re right.” Mike tossed the camera and photograph aside. “This pussy’s all mine.” He pushed in steadily, not stopping until he’d bottomed out.

“Ohmygoood…Mike.”

Oh my God was right. Y/N was tight, resisting him in the best way while he’d pushed in inch after inch before finally stretching for him. His ears rang at just how snug she felt, clenching around every inch of him. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to hurt and finally – finally – he moved.

Mike pulled out nearly all the way before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again. 

Y/N screamed. It was choked and wrecked and everything Mike had only ever dreamed of hearing. He did it again and again, pounding into Y/N with years of unrequited feelings and lust. He’d dreamed of fucking Y/N in just about a hundred positions, and this was only one and it felt amazing. 

“Oh. Fuck, Mike.”

“You feel so good, Y/N. Such a good fucking slut.”

Y/N sobbed. “…Slut.”

“You like it when I call you a slut?” Mike propped a foot on the bed. “Fuck you like the slut you are?”

“Yes. God, yes!”

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” Mike’s head tipped back in ecstasy, eyes closing. The feeling of her stretching around him as he thrust inside her, the sound of skin slapping, all the denial he’d been through the past week. “My slut does such a good job of milking my fucking cock.”

Click. Mike’s eyes snapped open. Whirrr went the Polaroid as it printed the film. He could only imagine the image as the camera slipped through Y/N fingers at a particularly rough thrust, her back arching with a gasp. 

“Shit, Mike,” she breathed.

“Don’t be quiet,” he cooed, his hips rolling. “Wanna hear you.”

“Make me.” Even with his cock buried inside her, she found it in her to fight. She pushed her hips back into his, gasping as he hit her cervix. “Jesus. Fuck.”

Adjusting his grip on Y/N’s hips, Mike angled deeper, setting a punishing pace that tore a gasp from Y/N with every hit to her cervix. “That’s better. But I want more. Scream for me, baby.”

“Make me scream,” she threatened, but her voice was breathless and it came out more like the beg he knew it was. Mike chuckled, continuing to thrust in and out of Y/N as he reached for the camera with one hand and her hair with the other, gathering it at the base of her neck and giving it a testing tug. “Eyes on me.”

Mike didn’t think Y/N could with the way her whole body had begun to tremble. Still, she raised her head, glossy eyes finding his in the dirty reflection, her arms under her chest and his sweater bunched around her shoulder. Mike tugged firmly on her hair, pulling Y/N’s head up and baring her throat.

Click.

“Mike, I– fuck. Please don’t stop.”

“You gonna come?”

Y/N’s lips parted, eyes rolling. “Uh-huh.”

“God, you’re falling apart. Such a fucking slut. Good sluts get permission.”

“Please!” Y/N cried, tears welling in her eyes. “Fuck, Mike. Please let me come. I wanna come all over your cock. Pleasepleaseplease.”

Mike’s heart beat in time with the sound of skin slapping and Y/N’s harsh pants. He felt that familiar tightening at the base of his spine. He had maybe a minute, but Y/N was chanting underneath him like she had seconds. He fought to keep his thrusts consistent – deep, hard, fast. 

Punishing. 

He fucked her hard enough to bruise. To ruin.

“You know what I want.”

“Mike!” The scream tore from Y/N with a vengeance, her fingers clawing for purchase in his sheets. Her entire body locked beneath him as she came, clenching around Mike so hard she nearly pushed him out. Her walls fluttered and her back arched and Mike had never seen something so beautiful. He pushed himself closer to the edge, hips threatening to stutter.

Mike’s head fell back again, his pending orgasm about to take him under. “Shit, Y/N. M’gonna come.”

Fingers dug into the flesh of his ass, pulling him tighter. Y/N watched him, eyes barely open. She was way past overstimulated, her lips parted. She squeezed, her message clear. Mike’s eyes rolled and he used the last of his energy to bury himself to the hilt in Y/N’s flooded cunt, groaning his release. His vision went white as he came, Y/N’s walls still fluttering around him. When his vision finally cleared, Y/N was panting hard beneath him. 

He pulled out slowly but Y/N still hissed, hips jerking. Her ass still in the air, he watched her pussy clench, pushing out the milky white of his release. Yeah, he was gonna need to memorialize that.

Click.

cheating!mike x byers!reader

everyone is 18+

warnings - cheating, vaginal fingering, oral sex, oral in public, making out, finger sucking, & drinking cum

word count - 1k

banner credit - @uzmacchiato

this can be found on my ao3!

masterlist. taglist. intro.

in which . . .

at rink-o-mania, y/n gets fingered by mike in the bathroom while his girlfriend and her brother are in the building!

while skating at rink-o-mania, you couldn't help but fixate on mike's face— having not seen him in a year.

he had undoubtedly grown taller and gotten more handsome. his hair had grown significantly since the last time you saw him.

other than that, he was still the same, skinny boy you'd fell in love with at 6 years old.

"y/n!" will snapped, voice loud as you lost your train of thought.

snapping back to reality, your head turned sharply to him. "what?" you questioned, voice seeming more annoyed than you intended.

“are you even listening?” he exclaimed, his hands flying out in frustration. it was clear he had been engrossed in telling a story until he realized you weren't even paying attention.

you turned your head back to the pair in front of you. mike and jane— holding hands while skating together. it seemed as if jane was struggling to skate, while mike helped her.

you couldn't remember ever seeing mike skate within the 13 years that you'd known him. unexpected jealousy coursed through your veins.

did he learn how to roller skate just for jane?

did he pay a hundred dollars for his own pair and take hours out of his day just for her?

does she make him moan her name the way you make him?

"uh, yeah, no, i'm listening." you turned back to will, a small smile growing on your face, your voice intendedly getting louder. "it's just.. my socks are itchy and a little too tight. i think i need a different pair."

"oh," he nodded. "okay, well, do you want me to come with you?-"

"i'll go with you!" a voice called from ahead of you.

your head snapped forward, seeing mike staring back at you. he smiled warmly, turning to will. "take jane's hand, will 'ya?"

"uh, yeah-" will stuttered, skating forward and grabbing jane's hand, substituting for mike.

you caught up to mike, settling next to him. "come on," he whispered, grabbing your hand and leading you off the rink.

after a few moments, you both adjusted to the feeling of skating on the floor, making your way to one of the bathrooms.

in just seconds, skates were off while the bathroom door slammed shut.

"okay," mike started, setting you on—one of the many—sink counters. "we only have–" he spoke between kisses. "a couple minutes."

you settled on the counter, pulling away from mike's puffy, pink lips.

he quickly started to remove your blue skirt, panties sliding off along with them. he tossed them in the empty sink, tongue slipping in your mouth as he did so.

mike pulled away, head making it's way between your spread legs.

the pad of his thumb slowly started rubbing tight circles on your clit, spreading your juices, which resulted in a small moan escaping your throat.

"fuck, you're so wet already." he removed his thumb, you whimpering at the loss of contact. though, your satisfaction returned easily when his fingers made their way down to your hole.

his slowly pushed one finger in, your hips twitching. the finger started to move instinctively, mike adjusting to the not so new feeling he hadn't felt in a year.

mike's mouth hovered over your clit, opening his lips and sucking on it gently while his finger curled inside you.

a loud moan escaped you, but it was quickly cut off when his left hand covered your mouth.

"y/n, you have to be quiet." he said, mouth pulling off your clit. though, he made that completely impossible when he shoved another finger in you.

his fingers started to move faster, curling as they hit your g-spot in the place that mike had never forgot. he memorized your gummy walls like the back of his hand.

"you know," mike teased, fingers still pounding in you as he spoke. "jane could walk in at any moment. the doors unlocked." he mentioned, which made your closed eyes flutter open as they darted to the doorknob, seeing that it was infact unlocked.

"do you really want her to walk in and see her own sister getting fingered by her boyfriend? hm?" he whispered, a smug smile growing on his face.

you felt bad about the whole thing, truly. jane was such an important person in your life. but as much as you loved her, you loved mike's cock even more.

"mike, i'm gonna-" you whispered, feeling your climax rise. it was impossible for it not to whenever mike's fingers were in you.

"don't." he commanded, pulling his fingers out completely. "don't cum yet."

you whimpered at the loss of contact, needing to release. "mike-"

"y/n, i know you can. just wait, okay?" he pleaded. when you nodded, he started sucking hard on your clit, his three, long fingers pounding in you, curling and hitting your walls.

your back arched, head hitting the mirror slightly.

mike removed his fingers and started aggressively eating you out, thumb circling your clit like the champ he was.

"oh my god-" you groaned louder than you intended to.

"cum for me." he ordered, tongue fucking you. it slipped in and out of you perfectly.

just as he said, you came. your juices coated your inner thighs, his face and fingers, and the counter.

he kept eating you out through your orgasm, helping you through the high.

when it started to slow down, he removed his tongue from your hole. instead, it started lapping at your thighs and pussy, licking up all your juices.

after a couple moments, his fingers lifted to your mouth, lifting your chin slightly.

"open." he guided.

your mouth opened almost immediately.

"suck."

his fingers entered your mouth, the warmth of it sucking all your juices.

your tongue moved at the taste of you, sucking gently on his long, veiny fingers.

"good girl." mike whispered, removing his fingers and keeping his hands steady at your sides, kissing you gently.

he pulled away slightly, staring at you attentively.

"well, we should probably leave. don't want jane to know about us, do we?" he questioned, voice barely above a whisper.

you shook your head. "of course not."

"don't worry," he assured, quickly kissing you again. "when we get back to your house, i can fuck you all night in your bed."

you smiled excitedly. "i'm looking forward to it."

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ HUMAN ANATOMY

| steve tries to embarrass both you and mike when he meets your parents for the first time (harrington!reader)

you sat anxiously at your vanity, brushing makeup over your face as you stared back at your reflection, heart practically jumping out of your chest. tonight, your boyfriend, mike was coming over to meet your parents for the first time over some sort of meal your mother was cooking up in the kitchen. there were nerves about that, your mother and father approving of him, but there was one person in particular you were more worried about.

steve, to be quite frank.

steve was your older brother, and the king of hawkins high in his day. you were viewed of something as a successor to him, your features and charming personality perfectly mirroring his so well any teacher could guess with a long sigh and a pinch of the nose bridge that the two of you were siblings. the only thing different however was the grades, which left a lot of teachers surprised when correcting your exams.

despite being so similar, you and steve didnt exactly see eye to eye. in terms of mike wheeler, that was.

for some reason, whenever mike and steve were within a two meter distance of each other, the two would start fighting like cats. snapping insults back and forth at each other, flipping one another off, sometimes even becoming physical with harsh nudges to ribs or a deliberate foot sticking out as the other walked by.

you couldnt figure out why exactly steve hated mike so much, but you assumed it was to do with the fact that steve believed he had full authority over you, and could choose who was and wasnt good enough for his baby sister.

in steve's eyes, mike was some sort of punk who had nothing but erotic intentions when it came to sweet y/n harrington, and he had to do everything in his power to stop mike from following through with these intentions.

you were particularly nervous about steve because you knew he wouldnt be civil with mike, and therefore mike wouldnt be civil with him. -and if you knew anything about your boyfriend, it was that he was going to match the energy he was receiving.

"coming!" you yelled from your room, the sound of your mother's voice calling your name snapping you out of your thoughts. you left your room, walking down the stairs to find both of your parents lingering by the door. god, was he really here already?

"steve! get over here now and greet this boy!" your mother whisper-yelled, steve turning around from his position on the sofa, giving you a look that told you he'd rather do anything else. you gave him a serious look, your nose almost twitching as he rolled his eyes and rose from the couch, walking toward you and standing next to you with crossed arms.

"if your rude to him, ill fucking kill you." you whispered, just as a knock on the door sounded, giving steve no time to even scoff or respond to your words. your mother opened the door, revealing a cold looking mike with red cheeks and bouquet of flowers in one hand.

your mother and father greeted him, mike giving you a smile and a thumbs up from his side only you were meant to see when he handed the flowers to your mother and revealed they were for her. "nice touch, wheeler" you thought, a smile on your lips as you heard a faint "jesus" fall from steve's mouth.

"honey, he's handsome!" your mother whispered as you shushed her quickly, her arms leading you into the kitchen, leaving steve and mike behind in silence.

"listen, man. i need to make a good impression tonight, yeah? dont fuck this up for me." mike said, arms crossed over his chest as steve ran a hand through his hair, an expression of annoyance on his face.

"yeah, whatever wheeler. but seriously, flowers for my mom?" steve scoffed, leaving mike furrowing his brows, his head tilted slightly.

"and what about it, harrington? pissed you didnt think of it when you met my mom? oh, and how long was your relationship with my sister again? was it....five, six months?" mike said, steve's mouth slightly open as he searched for something to say.

"you slick little fuck." he seethed under his breath, his blood practically boiling as mike gave him a wink before following after you into the kitchen to the dining table.

you made sure mike was sat next to you when you all sat down to eat, and absolutely nowhere near steve. you had the two of them on completely opposite ends of the table, to be frank, way out of kicking distance from one another.

like you predicted, your mom began interogating mike as the five of you ate, asking him who he hung out with, how his grades were, what he wanted to be when he was older, and you managed to witness every time steve rolled his eyes when mike gave a perfect, almost satisfying answer to every question your parents asked.

you found yourself blushing at how good he was at this. he knew exactly what to say, and could even throw in a few jokes to get your father laughing too. you just knew steve was loosing his mind on the other end of the table.

there was a moment of silence once your father had finished up talking to mike about something to do with mike's father being a golfer, where steve finally decided to make his dinner conversation debut, much to your dismay.

"mike's really smart too, right y/n? he tutors half the kids in your grade." steve said, your brows furrowing suspiciously as you nodded slowly, your eyes narrowing at your brother.

"oh wow, what subjects?" your mother asked curiously, dropping her fork to listen to mike as he cleared his throat, his gaze swapping between you and steve as he anticipated some sort of punchline to steve's statement.

"uh- math, chemistry, physics and biology." he answered, looking at you with a shit eating grin and raised brows as your mother and father exhanged a glance of approval.

"dork." you mumbled, giving him an affectionate nudge as steve on the other hand prepared to make another statement.

"yeah, your particularly good at that biology stuff, right mike?" steve said, his voice laced with fake interest and curiosity as mike nodded, however his dark brown eyes were looming on steve as if trying to warn him not to say whatever he was planning to next.

"you do that stuff with y/n, dont you?" steve said, leaning back in his chair as your head snapped in his direction.

"overheard you guys on tuesday. and monday. and friday. i think it was– human anatomy, right?” steve said, and by now, you and mike were slowly looking at each other, back at steve who was looking as smug as ever, and then at your parents who were thankfully oblivious.

mike had not been tutoring you on tuesday, monday or friday. he had been fucking you into your headboard for a solid hour while the two of you believed you could be as loud as you wanted. however, you were thoroughly mistaken regarding the idea that the two of you were home alone.

“fuck me.” mike whispered under his breath, only loud enough for you to hear as you gripped his hand under the table, the two of you glaring at steve as mike picked up his glass off the table, bringing it to his lips.

“that’s good news. glad to know your helping our daughter stay on top of her work.” your father said, mike nodding in response as he drank some of the water in his cup.

“not the only thing he has her on top of.” steve mumbled, leaving mike choking on the water he was currently drinking, and your face turning completely red as you held your head in your hands.

“what was that, honey?” your mother said, looking toward steve as he shrugged, a smug expression on his face as mike wiped his mouth, his brown eyes glaring at steve intensely as you bit down on your bottom lip, with your eyes screwed shut.

dinner ended shortly after that, and you ended up in the kitchen helping your mom and dad wash up as mike and steve were left alone in the living room together.

the second they knew they were alone, the two of them turned to each other, mike leaning forward with nothing but rage plastered on his face.

“seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” mike spat, leaving steve to scoff, running a hand through his hair as the older man almost laughed.

“you brought that on yourself, wheeler.” he shrugged, mike’s knuckles practically turning white as he stared at steve.

“and you brought it up at a fucking dinner table with your parents there, harrington.” mike scoffed, rolling his eyes as he slumped back in the armchair he was sat in.

“ok, wheeler. sorry for calling you out over doing that in my house to my little sister with me in the next room. you have my utmost love and respect.” steve seethed sarcastically, leaving mike sitting up once again out of complete disbelief.

“are you kidding me? we’re eighteen, steve! eighteen year olds fuck, ok? she’s not a fucking child.” mike said, his words leaving steve with his head in his hands as he groaned.

“grow up. fucking payback for when i had to witness you sneaking through nancy’s window every goddamn night.” he continued, steve genuinely looking at him in utter shock.

“god, what is wrong with you? why did it have to be you? honestly, i would’ve been ok with sinclair– henderson, even. even that creep who works at the radio shack.” steve mumbled, leaving mike furrowing his brows.

“dude, that guy at the radio shack asked me “how much for one night with her” with y/n stood right next to me when i was trying to pay for the goonies last week. could’ve been much worse for you.” mike shrugged, watching in amusement as steve’s head snapped up in his direction.

“is that a joke? god wheeler, you better have slapped the shit out of him.” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose as mike ran a hand through his hair.

“lucas and i figured out what days he works on and what time he gets off at, and apparently he’s been weird to max as well. we’ve got a slingshot, a lot of sharp rocks, and plans for saturday night at 9pm. i’ll leave that up to interpretation.” mike said, a smile creeping onto his face as steve let out a light laugh.

“guess it could’ve been worse.” he shrugged, mike tilting his head at steve with a little smirk in response to his words.

“am i dreaming or was that a compliment, harrington?” he said, watching as steve let out a scoff, something of a smile lingering on his face.

“don’t get too ahead of yourself, wheeler.” he mumbled, his head turning around to find you stood in the doorway, a little smile on your face as your gaze hopped from mike to steve.

“am i crazy, or are you two actually smiling around one another?” you said, walking over to the armchair mike was sat on and leaning against the side of it.

“nope.” the two boys said in unison, leaving you to scoff and roll your eyes in response to the two boys.

[ mike wheeler X NA ] genre/tags: headcanons, angst, sad. suicidal thoughts and attempts, depression, mentions of character death, season 5 spoilers, possible swearing, intended lowercase. [ req? yes/no. ]

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after el's death he represses all his emotions and basically shuts down. he'll just turn out like his father if he keeps doing this btw.

he blames himself for her death and he always will because he built the bomb.

he'll never get married. he might have a few girlfriends/flings over the years, but nothing too serious, it was more so an attempt at a distraction, or to feel something.

he does not view himself as a hero whatsoever, because in his mind he failed.

he has the same nightmare every night — the same night, the same fear — but it never plays out exactly the same way twice. small details change. different choices. different outcomes. his brain keeps replaying it like a broken simulation, searching desperately for a version where he did more.

he can't say her name out loud for a long time. it catches in his throat, like his body refuses to accept that it's past tense now.

he stops planning ahead. college, moving, adulthood — it all feels pointless without her. like the future was something they were supposed to face together. he didn't listen to hopper.

he starts measuring his worth entirely by the night she died. everything before feels irrelevant. everything after feels borrowed almost.

mike convinces himself the world only kept him because it needed a witness. once everyone else heals, he won't be necessary anymore and he catches himself thinking about how peaceful it would be to stop trying so hard to stay afloat.

he stops taking care of himself in subtle ways first. skipping meals. staying up too late. not correcting people when they worry. like he's testing how invisible he can become.

he feels like staying alive is a betrayal of her sacrifice. like he's cheating death she paid for. on his worst nights, he tells himself that if he were gone, at least the guilt would finally have somewhere to end.

now whether or not this would be 2 years, 6 years, 15 years, or 40 years down the line, i guess we'll never know, but eventually he does attempt. he feels unbearably tired. not sleepy - tired in his bones. tired of remembering. tired of holding himself together so no one else has to worry. if he succeeded then everyone around him will blame themselves for not realizing sooner, if he doesn't they'll still be there either way regardless of how long they haven't talked.

this doesn't help him regardless and he'll likely keep doing it again until one day someone either helps him get help, or he does succeed.

warnings; major dumbification kink. smut. unprotected p in v. softdom!chris x sub!reader. creampie.

fuck donald trump

fuck ICE

immigrants are not illegal

free palestine

black lives have and will always matter

trans rights forever and always

pro choice

healthcare should be free

house the homeless

keep religion out of schools

LGBTQ+ rights

fuck the tories

What kind of fucked up fantasy. Co star! + Ghostface! Finn Wolfhard x Fem! Reader nsfw 18+ minor ffs dni

tw-incs: degrading, mean finn, dom finn, sub reader, pornography, making out, p n v, protection (wrap it before you tap it silly), choking, knife play, mask kink, torture, voyeurism, oral male receiving, humiliation, filming, fem! Masturbation, cum play, edging, pwp?

if theres anything i missed lemme know ^

Summary: scene went horny ?

2.5k word count

Not fully proof read

If you don’t like anything written in this, just don't read it <3 

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Both you and Finn are on set of the new scream movie, Finn is playing ghost face and you just so happen to be one of the victims that he has to kill.

Bloody and messy. but somehow oddly sexy but you can’t get over how fucking hot he looks.

Crawling away from him, you can't help to actually feel slightly frightened seeing him rip off the mask giving you a malicious smile making your insides turn. watching him inch slowly towards you. Flipping the knife over the back side of his hand, backing you into a corner.

You start feeling the tears rolling down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you hit the wall having nowhere else to run.

He looks at you with a dark look in his eyes.

'What's wrong baby, it's like you've seen a ghost' watching his lips turn into a frown.

'Don't you wanna come a little closer?' he whispers, his mouth turning into a smug smirk. He grabs you by the neck, pulling you up the wall just at eye level with him.

He laughs watching you flinch at his touch.

That wasn't in the script.

He finally drops you. knees pressed to the floor looking down in defeat and pain.

You make out what sounds shuffling behind you, hearing soft but slow footsteps. Finally stopping behind you, feeling a hand pushing you roughly on the dingy basement floor. landing straight on your cheek, feeling dizzy you start crawling towards the nearest exit, trying to find a way out of this hellscape.

Flash click

Hearing what sounds like a camera taking a picture.

You start to feel your face getting hot, breathing heavily. the camera directors start wondering if they should just cut and let you have a breather for a second and pick back up in 20 minutes, concerned at the fact you genuinely look terrified.

But you're nothing but just incredibly turned on right now

Feeling a hand grasp around your throat pulling your head up, eyes landing directly on a phone screen. He starts pressing a couple buttons, you are now face to face with how you look right.

You look absolutely fucked out and tortured.

Glancing at him, smiling behind your head, pulling the mask back on.

His hand lets go of your throat, dragging his hand back pulling your head back, bunching your hair back in a messy ponytail. you wince at the sharp pain at the base of your scalp. feeling the wetness pool in your panties.

What the fuck is wrong with you, this is your co star for fuck sakes.

'Smile for me ' he says viciously in your ear, making you moan.

Flash click

Dropping your head, pulling your head up by your chin placing the knife against your neck.

CUT

You breathe out, Finn pulling you into a hug.

'you alright' he says, barely audible with the staff behind the camera yelling at each other about the scene  'maybe it's a bit too much ' ‘ next scene in 1 hour everyone be ready then’ worrying about your well being, 

To be be completely honest you were more worried about how fucking turned on you were right now. not knowing what to do, you run to the nearest bathroom giving yourself a minute to process what happened

Looking in the mirror, you were an absolute mess. all the makeup done by the team streaming down your face. Big black circles lay under your eyes. Mascara trailing down your cheeks. 

You look horrible.

Taking a couple deep breaths and you start walking out of the bathroom trying not to make eye contact with anyone on the team, rushing to your trailer. 

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Water falling your back feeling everything wash off of you, taking the time to wash off your make up. 

You hear an aggressive knock on your door.

Quickly drying yourself off, grabbing the robe hanging off the door running over to the other side of your trailer opening the door to see no one standing there. You feel a cold breeze blow against the back of your legs. 

The windows open, you don't remember leaving it open. 

You feel an eerie presence behind you, glancing back seeing a man with a mask on.

‘Finn?’ Hopefully making him say something, you can tell it's him by the way his hand is wrapped around the knife in his. Finn just sits there and says nothing, just staring at you. Feeling his eyes glaze over your body, burning a hole right through you.

Even though you can't see his eyes you know exactly how they look right now, filled with lust.

You apparently weren't the only one who was turned on in that scene. 

This dark twisted fantasy guys were playing out right now, had your knees wobbling not really knowing how you were standing right now. Seeing the hottest man alive basically eye fucking through a mask right now just waiting for you to bow down and worship him. Hearing his thumb tap against the side of his thigh, getting impatient now. 

You lower yourself to your knees, look at him through the mask. Your eyes trailing over him, watching the way the black skin tight thermal hugged his body and nicely insinuates his biceps. 

Now you were eye fucking him cause fuck who wouldnt, this man is basically shaped like the statue of David himself.

You crawl your way over to him, keeping eye contact as you slowly reach his knees. Resting your head on them, looking up at him with pleading eyes asking for permission.

He grabs your hand, moving them over his body. Up under his shirt feeling his hot skin, slowly guiding your hand down to his bulge. 

He was harder than a rock. 

You start palming him through his jeans looking up at him, watching his head tilt back. Finally being able to see some sort of skin from under that mask.

Slowly you start unzipping his jeans, rubbing your face up against his bulge under his boxers, lips grazing up his shaft, hearing his breath hitch at the feeling of your lips just almost touching him. 

He still hasn't said a word this entire time.

You look up at him hoping he will say something, anything. He grabs you by the hair, letting his free hand pull his boxers down releasing his cock.

Your eyes winded at how big he was, how pink the tip looks. He pulls your hair harder making tears well up in your eyes. 

‘ Suck ‘ 

He demands, pushing your face down on his cock. Pulling you up slightly so you can open your mouth, circling your tongue around the tip, his hand still in your hair the other place over his mouth, the mask slightly moving it up so you can see the bottom half of his face. 

Fuck Finn looked heavenly. His mouth slightly a jar breathing heavily into his hand. 

You open your mouth more, taking more of him in, he can feel you going deeper, feeling your throat close around his girth as you slowly start bobbing your head up and down. You bottom out around his cock, your nose muffled into his stomach making it unable to breathe as he holds your head down watching the tears roll down your cheeks. 

He takes his hand from under the mask pulling it up off his head, eyes meeting his brown eyes dark and filled with lust as he tilts his head back groaning pleasure, he slowly swallows as you watch his adams apple bob up then back down. 

Feeling the wetness down your thighs, you move your hand down to spread your lips apart slowly circling your clit.

Moaning around his cock, he lifts his hand from your hair letting you breathe. You feel him start twitching in your mouth, feeling his seed flow down your throat. 

Swallowing every bit of it. 

‘ Fuck ‘ 

He moans as you watch his eyebrows furrow together as he comes down from his high. He once again grabs you by the hair pulling you up towards him, meeting his eyes once again. Just like how you guys looked at each other in the scene.

‘ You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this. ‘ 

He breaths in your ear, moving down to nibble at your ear lobe, his lips slowly connecting with your neck. Kissing up your cheek, his lips engulfing yours. Your tongue tangles with his moaning into it, lowering yourself down onto his lap. You reach down untying your robe, he releases his lips from yours, watching as the plush material falls down your figure. Leaning back, getting himself comfortable as he watches you expose yourself to him. 

‘ Now show me what you were doing to yourself before ’ 

You take a minute to take in his features, watching Finn’s eyebrows raise as his doe eyes scan down your body taking in everything that layed out in front of him. Like he's watching his favourite meal being dished on a platter begging to be eaten. 

You lean back on his lap, spreading yourself open to him. Spread your lips open to him. Letting him take in the view, you bring your fingers to your bundle of nerves lifting your fingers up to your mouth staring him dead in his eyes, sucking on them just like you were doing to his cock not even 5 minutes ago. 

bringing them back down to your wet core circling them around your clit, still making eye contact with him. Finn watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head watching you fingers play with yourself, biting his lip his eyes trail up to your breast watching them bounce as you shake in pleasure.

‘ Finn- ‘ 

That was enough to make him grab your wrist, making you stop everything you were doing. Grabbing your wrist, he pulls your wrist around to your back, pressing you down into the couch and exposing yourself to him even more. Ass high up in the air as your face is being pressed down into the couch cushions in your trailer. 

You feel him release his hands from your wrist and hear him reach around to something in his pocket. Before leaning over you. 

Beep 

This sadistic motherfucker is recording this. Holy shit. 

He pulls you by the hair once more, pointing your face directly at the phone that is currently recording every single inch of you. 

‘ C’mon baby smile for the camera, show everyone how pretty you' re gonna look when my cock is deep inside you’ 

Fuck, that was just enough for you to moan out loud. You look at the camera and then back at yourself, watching Finn’s frame shadow behind you as he leans down cupping your cheeks. 

‘Oh I can't wait to watch this back later.’  

Letting go of your cheeks with no warning he bottoms out inside you with a low groan, hitting your cervix leaving you a moaning mess. You feel every inch of him inside you. He stays there for a bit not moving, leaning back over you looking at how fucked out you look in the camera. 

This is going to be the death of me. Holy fuck. 

His hair is pressed against his forehead, messy and oh so fucking hot. Making eye contact with you. He bites your ear 

‘ No one's ever going to feel as good as me’ 

He whispers in your ear, barely audible to the camera. He pulls back, palming your ass as he pushes into you again, and then again fucking you relentlessly. Like he had been waiting his whole life to fuck you. 

He grabs you by the neck, his chest meeting your back as he lowers you down onto his lap. Spreading your pussy apart, with your legs open wide for the camera. looking at his cock deep inside you.

He starts fucking up into you with moan feeling a whole new side. He is even deeper than before. His long fingers reach down to your bundle of nerves rubbing, leaning over your shoulder, eyes still on the camera watching his cock fucking deep inside you. Your mouth wide open. Drool trailing down to your tits, bouncing as he bruises the inside of you. 

You are not going to be able to walk after this. How fuck are we gonna film the rest of our scenes today. 

You could honestly careless right now. Finn’s fingers start working over time on your clit as you feel your high coming. 

Finn stops. 

‘What the fuck!’ You whine 

‘Beg’ 

You gulp, still begging for movement. 

Fuck it. He is never gonna let this down. 

‘Please’ you whine ‘please I need to cum’ 

You feels his fingers start going back to work and his cock fucking your harder than before. A string of moans coming from both of you. 

‘Fuck thats it baby, cum for me’ He say between muffled moan as he has his mouth buried in your neck leaving bruises and little love bites. His eyes still glued to your pussy on display to his camera watching you come undone all over his cock. Liquid running down thighs, as he fucks you through your orgasm, feeling his cock twitch inside of you, feeling him paint your walls. 

He pulls out watching the cum drip from your entrance. 

‘ You look so dumb right now ’ 

You look up to see him staring at you through the camera as he plays with your pussy showing the camera how fucked out you look, you can barely feel anything let alone how you are still alive right now. You tilt your head back to look up at him, his eyes softer than before. 

He leans over, turning off the camera falling back down on the couch with you on top of him. He looks over at you 

‘Holy fuck, what kind of fucked up fantasy are we in right now’ 

You both laugh at his comment as he throws his phone across the room landing next to the discarded mask from before, engulfing you in a hug and placing a kiss on your forehead.

Before you both hear a knock at your door. 

‘We are on in five, both of you hurry up’ 

Oh Fuck. We left the window open.

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the exercise | college!mike wheeler x f!reader

summary: You offer to fix Mike’s inability to talk to women by having him participate in a lovely, very much not board certified, psychological exercise.

word count: 6.9k

warnings: mike-centric but still second person pov, cursing, discussions of sex, sub!mike (as the lord intended), dom!reader (not crazy dommy mommy but it makes sense you’ll see), unethical use of science??, m!masturbation, light oral, spitting, mike being a big fucking loser (what’s new), mean!reader (if u squint), vague discussions of anxiety, mike discovering he does in-fact like to be told what to do, fluff, no use of y/n

a/n: all characters engaging in sexual acts are 18+ SUB MIKE IS HERE SUB MIKE IS HERE, y’all idek what i did here but dis shit freaky. i didn’t really imagine him as a virgin in this one but he’s definitely inexperienced, the world is your oyster imagine him how you wish! i also don’t know shit about psychology & this is a work of fiction so don’t go looking for evidence bc all this shit is made up. sorry anon if this is not what you had in mind- it just took it and ran with it! thank you for your request & hope you enjoy!

this was not beta read, so please ignore any grammatical or structural typos

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