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ifangirlalot · 4 months

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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

┊ ➶ 𝓯inn wolfhard x 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓿𝔂!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 & 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 | afab!reader, creampie, curve fetish, praise, spanking

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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sluttyitgirl · 8 months

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HERE FOR YOU — FINN WOLFHARD

pairing: finn wolfhard x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, smut , p in v sex, first time, fem receiving, soft sex.

note from jazzy— requests are open!!

"Are you sure..?" finns breath hit my ear as he whispered into it and carresed my thigh while he was in between my legs. I look into his eyes , playing with his hair.

I was topless, and so was he , we've been dating for almost a year, and up until now, we haven't done anything sexual. I knew I loved him , and in his own words, he said he loved me too.

"I wouldn't want to do this with anybody else..." I mumbled , running my thumb across his jaw as I examined every freckle and feature on his face.

He smiled, a smile that made me fall more in love with him every day. He kissed my cheek and then went down to my neck as his hand traveled down to the hem of my shorts. I moved my head up to the side, giving him more access to my neck.

His kisses traveled from my neck to my jawline before he looked up at me, then down at me shorts. As his thumb ran over the button, he looked back at me, waiting for my permission. which I grant him with a nod and a small nervous smile.

Once my pants are off his lips, meet mine again, and my arms wrap around his neck, then to his hair. once he pulled apart, he removed his body off of me to stand up and remove his own pants, I decided to be a bit bold and removed my underwear . his eyes glistened at the sight, and he speaks breathlessly? "God, you're beautiful..." he gulped slightly before removing his own set of boxers.

Once those are off, he climbs back in between my legs , placing a small kiss on my nose. "do I need to use a condom or are you-"

"I'm on a pill, so.." he smiles, nodding

"Are you sure you don't wanna back out now?" he asks softly. I shake my head , "No.." I say, placing my hands on his chest. "I'm ready," I smile softly.

He nods before spreading my legs a bit more. I feel a rising pain under there and groan quietly as finn goes in slowly. "it's okay, precious. I'm here for you," he says as he places kisses around my face. my hands crawl to his back , biting my lip ad he's almost fully in me, and once he is, he sits there for a moment, letting me adjust to the size of his member.

"I got you, baby.." he mumbles , and I look at him."You can move now, finn. " he nods as he pulls out slowly, then goes back in at the same pace. he continues that patern only each time he's a little faster than the last thrust.

"Oh, finn..." I moan while my hands are tugging on his hair, making him groan. "s-shit, you feel so good~ You're doing amazing, baby~" his thrust sped up a bit more, making both of us let out slightly louder sounds. I moan louder as he hits my g-spot over and over just the right way at just the right pace. I was basically in cloud 9 because of the way he moved his hips so perfectly.

"Feel good, my pretty girl? my pretty, pretty girl– fuck" he groans.

"s-so good finn~ please k-keep going~" I mewl.

the sound of wet hot skin clapping and moans mixing fill the room. finn was thrusting harder but in the most gentle and caring way. he whispered in my ear , praising me and leaving kisses, leading me to reach my high. I knew he was close to as he dug his head I into my shoulders, and I could hear mumbled whimpers. "shit I'm close, finn..." I throw my head back , as the knot in my stomach unties and I release onto his cock , making him cum aswell. thank god, i was on a pill.

he stops his sloppy thrusts, and his body falls onto mine before rolling off. he looks at me, still trying to catch his breath slightly, and so am I. I smile weakly at him as his hand travels along the side of my face.

"You were amazing, gorgeous.." he smiled. I pressed my head onto his chest as he messaged my head , helping me fall into a much needed sleep.

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard fanfiction #finnw #stranger things #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #boris pavlikovsky #mike wheeler x reader #miles fairchild #trevor spengler #mike wheeler smut #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard icon #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things cast

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beautyislovley · 9 months

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𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙙

“You mentioned Miles… who is that Flora?” Kate asks the young girl. “Miles is my older brother, he’s at school right now though” Flora said with an upset face. “Is he always at school?” Kate asks hoping to not deal with a teenager. “No—he plays games with me but when he’s not he’s hanging out with Y/n” Flora said as she smiled once again. “Y/n?” Kate asked, a name she didn’t know. Flora sighed “her” Flora said with her tiny finger pointing to the teenager washing the dishes. “She’s a maid—why would he be spending time with her? Isn’t she older then him?” Kate asked as she felt a pit in her stomach from the thought of Miles(a teenager) hanging out with 𝘩𝘦𝘳(“an adult“). “Nope—she’s a couple months younger then Miles actually” Flora smiled as she sat on the couch with Kate across from her.

“Why is she working here if she’s a teenager, doesn’t she have school” Kate asking a million questions. “She’s homeschooled and Miles wanted her here after—“ Flora’s voice trailed off. “After what?” Kate asked, she was already intrigued. “I’m not supposed to say”—and with that Flora ran off. “Weird” Kate mumbled to herself as she watched the young girl run away to wherever she wanted. There was no telling where she had gone due to how big the house is. “Hi” Kate said scaring Y/n “oh.. hi” Y/n smiled at her as she put the last dish down “don’t you think it’s unprofessional to hang out with someone who’s parents you work for” Kate asks immediately changing her tone causing Y/n’s brows to furrow “I uh… no? It was Miles Idea to start hanging out as we are the same age” Y/n replied trying to reason with Kate but by Kate's face it was obvious that she wasn’t having it. “I suggest you stop plus Flora mentioned your homeschooled” Kate said earning a nod from Y/n “yes I am-“ “if the reason your homeschooled is to spend more time playing than working than that is disappointing” Kate spoke before leaving Y/n alone to think.

Why was Kate so aggressive towards her? She has only just met her. Maybe she was right? Maybe it was stupid that she spent her time with her best friend and his little sister.

♡_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_♡

“Y/n” Miles knocked on her door constantly, he had just got home from school accidentally scaring Kate and was ready to tell Y/n about his time there. “Yes Miles?” Y/n asks as she opens her door pretending to act sleepy but she really wasn’t and he knew that. “Let me in” Miles groaned as she sighed, letting him in he sat on her king size bed “what’s wrong? you seem… off” Miles asks as he grabs her hand bringing her closer to him “this is unprofessional Miles.. we shouldn’t be as close as we are” Y/n responds as she pulls her hand away. “Haha very funny” Miles says as he goes to grab her hands once again but she pulls away looking down. “Y-Your serious?” Mikes asks as he stands up, she looks up at him nodding “did Mrs. Grose say anything to you while you were cleaning cause I swear—“ “No Miles—it was the new baby sister for Flora.. Flora told her about us being close friends and she talked to me saying that it was unprofessional for us being friends because I work here and..” Y/n strolls off “and what Y/n?” Miles asks as he sits her down seeing as she was in a trance. “and she was right Miles” Y/n said causing Miles to shake his head, pulling her in for a hug “no she wasn’t and if it bothers her that much than i’ll teach her a lesson” Miles says as he rubs her head.

Needless to say he learned what Kate was afraid of and used it to his advantage whenever he could.. and she won’t be complaining about their friendship any time soon.

#beautyislovely #miles fairchild #miles x reader #miles fairchild x reader #the turning #horror movies #finnwolfhardcharactersxreader #finn wolfhard #x reader #fin wolfhard #finwolfhardxreader #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x reader #milesfairchildxy/n

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finalgirlfae · 2 years

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stick to the script

finn wolfhard x reader

summary: finn can never stick to the script.

it was rare that you as a new actor went off script or improvised much, after all you were still paying your hollywood dues and you didn’t think it wise to blatantly ignore what the writers spent time working on. your costar, however, did it a few times. finn was fun to work with, even more fun when he was being a little shit and making you fuck up on purpose by changing some lines or adding things that weren’t scripted.

“this movie is obviously very teenager, very wild in the sense that it’s coming of age. have there every been times where things got too crazy on set?” the interviewer asked as you reached to take the umpteenth sip of the ice cold bottle of poland springs water. your eyes glanced over to finn’s, who’s were already on you. you knew exactly what he was thinking about and the slight smirk that had fallen on his lips made your skin hot.

“there’s been a time or two.” he smiled, leaning back into the chair and folding his arms.

your mind flashed back to finn’s hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you up a flight of set stairs and closing the prop door behind you two. you remember gasping as your back hit the wall, his lips immediately going on to yours as his hands dug into the fabric of your 70s flared jeans. the writers had wrote a kiss between you, you were well aware of that was prepared for it. finn however.. seemed to have other plans.

he moved his lips from yours allowing you to catch your breath, only for it to hitch again when small kisses were peppered along your neck. he got down on his knees, moving his hands up and down your thighs as he began to kiss down your exposed stomach, the crop top wore allowing him to do so. your hands soon found his hair, and your mind sort of found his game. you tugged on the black curly strands, signaling him to stand up which he did. finn towered over you once again, hands never leaving your hips as he pushed you on to the bed of the room. the look in his eyes making your heart beat even faster than it already did. this wasn’t in the script. at all.

there was the sound of cameras rolling as your hands reached for his shirt, gripping it to send the message that you wanted it off. he got the hint, pulling it off before pushing you to scoot further on the bed and placing his lips back on yours. you don’t remember where your mind was at this point or if the directors even had anything to say. the only feeling you noticed was you being pulled to sit on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you moaned into his mouth. some way, somehow, he had gotten your pants off.

you two were desperately grabbing at each other, and no one gave it a second though. after all the movie was pretty hot and heavy between you two, the endless sexually pinning your characters had for each other had finally bubbled over to it’s breaking point and here you were, about to fuck.

the last thing you remembered was your shirt also being pulled off, leaving the two of you half naked and breathless as he sucked hickeys on to your breast before someone finally yelled cut.

“that was improvised?!” the interviewer asked in a shocked tone. both of you shook your heads yes.

“i mean, i was just supposed to kiss her. i wasn’t supposed to take off their clothes and make out but- i don’t know. i kind of got caught up in the moment and it felt right.”

“well i know fans are very happy that you two decided to take that route for the characters.”

it was definitely not for the characters.

“they weren’t the only ones who were happy.” finn smiled, you hit his arm and rolled your eyes. he never sticks to the script.

#finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard smut #mike wheeler #stranger things #70s aesthetic #mike wheeler smut #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x reader #smutty #drabble #make out

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walmarttrashbag · 9 months

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Imagine: Finn fucking you senseless in his bedroom while his parents are out of town, and Nick is at a friend's house.

Finn rammed his cock inside your tight little hole "You're being so good for me, baby. So so good" He grunted.

"Nngghh fuck, Finnie! Right there!" You moaned loud, clawing at Finn's back.

Finn smirked and kept on pounding your beautiful pussy with his thick, fat, veiny dick. "You like that, princess?"

You moaned louder "Yes!" You were too high in heaven for the real world.

"Good, I don't plan on stopping for a damn while" Finn replied in a husky voice as he held you down on his bed, and continued you fuck you till you forgot everything but him.

#finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagines #shitpost

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hopelesswritergall · 10 months

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Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Boris pavlikovsky x cutecore fem reader? Or miles Fairchild x cutecore fem reader headcanons? I’m fine with either one if you want to,have a lovely day!!<3

Alright I’m writing this in one sitting please bear with me… let me know if you find grammar issues. English isn’t my first language and I want to learn!

General Taglist: It’s quite lonely here……

TW: mention of fighting, bloody nose, bruises. Yandere tendencies

Meeting him

Alright Boris and a girl who wears mostly pink. Unlikely combination but it’s true.

You were the stereotypical girly girl. Pink? You loved it. Lipstick? Pink. Clothes? Pink. Notebooks? Pink. Hell you were almost like barbie and had a pink mood.

You were doing pretty good in school and kept your grades up. Boris on the other his grades were sinking faster than the titanic.

There was a group project coming up for English. You have to read a book, present and write an essay. This would be the chance for Boris to get his grade up.

“Hey Theo! Come on man, let’s do it together!”

“Unfortunately Mister Pavlikovsky, the groups will be decided by me.” Miss Clarence spoke.

Boris sunk back into his chair, well if he isn’t with Theo, he isn’t going to do shit.

“Hmmm. Let’s see. Boris you will be paired up with……. Ah of course! Y/N!.”

Y/N? Who the fuck is that?

Boris knew he should know the face that belongs to the name but he doesn’t.

Suddenly his vision is filled with pink and he nearly has a heart attack.

“Jesus woman, don’t you watch where you’re going?!”

“That’s a way to introduce yourself. I’m y/n! We’ll be partners for the next project”

Aww hell no. He couldn’t.

“Miss Clarence. Is there anyway we can switch partners?”

Getting to know him:

It was week 3 of the project and Boris hadn’t done much yet. You decided to play a game so he would do stuff and he would get “rewarded”, almost like a child or dog..

“Alright Boris, for every 5 sentences you write, you can ask me a question! That way we can get to know each other!”

“And why should I do that? I can just let you do all the work.” He crossed his arms and leaned back

“Otherwise I’ll only hand in my part and you’ll fail. Don’t think you’d wanna do the year over again, do you?”

He grumbled a bit before writing, he finished the first sentences pretty quick. “Fine, Uhm what is your favourite gift to receive?”

“Oooo, great question!! I love teddy bears, flowers or books!! But I love every gift that someone put effort in.”

You guys talked for some longer and Boris, not wanting it, felt more of a connection. He really wanted to fall through the floor.

Some things during the relationship:

Boris once got into a fight with Mark (only the OG’s will remember my hatred towards Mark) because Mark insulted your clothes. Was it worth the trip to the hospital to check out his nose and knuckles for? Yes. Everyone that makes you cry deserves to rot in hell.

He steals you little stuff from the stores. He will often give you a bracelet or a flower. You even got him to make a flower crown together. You had to swear to not tell anyone!

You guys watch a lot of television together, a LOT

He is very protective of you, always asks what colour you want something in, despite already knowing the answer deep down..

#x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x reader #boris pavlikovsky #yandere boris pavlikovsky x reader #boris pavlikovsky x reader #yandere boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x y/n

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scwheeler · 2 years

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🏹🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — i hate love her

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

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

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

age of pairing: 14-15

i hate y/n.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i hate her crooked teeth.

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

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

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

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

i hate her 1960’s haircut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i hate her knobby knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i hate her.

i hate love her so much.

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

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fuqsketti · 2 years

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

fireworks || mike wheeler

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

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fluff fluff fluff

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

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

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

She prayed he still felt those fireworks.

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

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

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

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

Nothing could make her fall break any better.

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

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

And then she saw him.

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

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

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

She then had the chance to look at him closely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It really suits you Mike.”

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

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

“You look badass.”

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

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

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

“You really know how to compliment me.”

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

“I take pride in my ability.”

He sighed,

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

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

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

Oh yeah. those fireworks are still there.

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thinkingabthim · 2 years

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#mike x reader #mike wheeler x reader #finn wolfhard x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard x y/n #stranger things #stranger things 4

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thisismostdefinitelynotablog · 2 years

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heyoo, i was wondering if you could do some finn as a boyfriend? :-) need some comfort right now and your work is incredible! currently reliving my finn phase through these

Thank you for your request!!! I love writing boyfriend things, here are some scenes that i thought would be cute! I kind of stuck two short imagines into one post, they're both one-off type things, hopefully you like them!! Gender neutral as always :)

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As you stood up, you picked up the bouquet of flowers that rested on the passenger seat of your car. It was made up of orange and coral roses, wrapped in twine and brown paper, and you held it preciously, with both hands, as you made your way to the front of the recording studio. The sky was overcast, and the air smelled the way it always did when it was going to rain, but you paid it no mind as you stood by the front of the building, your thoughts solely focused on Finn.

Only a few moments passed before you saw him open the door. His hair looked as though he had ran his hands through it a few too many times, to keep it out of his face as he recorded whatever he had to record that day. You guessed it was guitar parts, given the instrument on his back. Or vocals, given the hoarseness of his voice as he smiled at you and said hello.

"Someone buy you flowers?" He looked down at your hands, and then back up at you, smiling at you when he saw that you were smiling at him.

You held the bouquet out for him, still holding it in both hands.

"Uh, I actually bought them. They're for you. Hopefully they're okay, I think these symbolize joy, or something? I just thought they were pretty, I don't know—"

"Oh, no, I love them." His voice was softer now, sincere. He took the flowers from you as though they were the world's most fragile thing, and gazed at them, and then at you, as though the most beautiful things on this earth were in his hands and by his side. (And if you had asked him, in that moment or in any other, he would have, indisputably, said that they were.) "Thank you so much."

He held them in his left hand when he kissed you.

His right hand cradled your cheek, and both of your hands made their way to the back of his neck as your eyes fluttered shut. His lips were ever so slightly chapped from working for so long. But it didn't matter. Nothing else really mattered when you were kissing Finn. You tuned out the smell of the air before it rained in exchange for the scent of his cologne, and the sounds of passing cars for the breaths you exchanged.

And you could have spent forever on that sidewalk, but it was in that moment you felt a drop of water on the top of your head. And then another. And another. And the air no longer smelled like before rain, but during rain, because it was. Raining. And you both had to break the kiss to break into laughter as you grabbed Finn's free hand.

And you pulled him behind you as you ran down the sidewalk to where your car was. People passed you on the sidewalk, probably giving you both pointed looks, but you couldn't care less as you laughed along with Finn, your clothes and hair becoming increasingly more soaked by the rain, which was really picking up now.

When people say they felt as though they were walking on air, you realized, this is what they meant. You felt like you were flying above the concrete on that rainy afternoon, with Finn's hand in yours. It was like you two were the only people who had ever existed.

It was heavily raining by the time you made it into your car, and even though the two of you were soaked, you were laughing so much you couldn't feel cold.

And when you got home and Finn put the flowers in a vase, you couldn't help but notice how they were in perfect condition. Not a scratch, not a petal out of place. And that was how you felt, too. Like you were exactly the way you were meant to be.

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It was well past midnight, but, in Finn's words, it was "never too late for pizza". And so here you were, standing in the kitchen, waiting for the oven to preheat so you could reheat a frozen pizza.

You had just put it in the oven when some old love song started playing, and Finn dramatically entered the kitchen, a stupid smile on his face. You smiled too, recognizing this one as the record he had just bought today. Some greatest hits album, you couldn't remember the band.

"Dance with me!" Finn said, with way too much energy for someone who was, like you, running on a maximum four hours of sleep. Maybe he was delirious. Or maybe you were, because you didn't hesitate to agree, holding out your hand for him to take.

It didn't seem to occur to you that neither of you really knew how to dance, but it didn't really matter. He held your waist and hand like you were waltzing (the song playing was definitely not a waltz), and you rested your head on his chest, half-holding his hand, half-hugging him, as you swayed back and forth to the music.

He hummed along to the song, which you had given up trying to recognize. You stayed like that for a while, swaying back and forth in the warm overhead lights of the kitchen. Maybe you were delirious, but you were absolutely in love.

#finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #fluff #oneshot #x reader #one shot #reader insert #request

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ifangirlalot · 9 months

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I'm back in my miles Fairchild supermency (idk if I spelled that wrong) Anyways can I request a miles Fairchild x reader smut whatever you want to do with it

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild

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*~smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (male receiving), hand play (male receiving), kinky thoughts (miles' pov)

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[Name]'s POV

While Miles and I have been together for a while now, we've yet to do anything super serious. We've gotten about as close to fucking as you can get without actually getting undressed, though. See, the thing is, I'm a little intimidated by the idea of sex. I haven't ever done it before, but Miles told me that he's done it a handful of times. (He's never specified what "a handful of times" translates to with a concrete number, but taking a look at him tells me everything I need to know, really.) And while I'm not exactly thrilled about it, I can't really say I'm surprised.

The thing is, I wouldn't know how to please him. Not just with the main course, so to speak, but also in the way of appetizers. Reading smut isn't what I'd call a reliable teaching method. That's more or less just something to read when you're horny. So, I guess that's why I'm here now. In Miles' bedroom sitting in front of him, seeing him lean against the wall (because his bed is literally just a goddamn mattress for some fuckin' reason) and tastefully unhook the front button of his jeans and pulling down his fly, like he does this everyday.

Lessons start now.

Miles' POV

I don't outwardly express it, but the way [Name] is staring at my dick like it's some sort of predator she has to conquer is rather amusing to me. My pride is telling me it's because my dick is huge, but I think more likely than not it's just because she's never actually seen one up close before. I'll probably die telling myself the first one, though.

While seeing her nervous, almost terrifed face is fucking hilarious, it's not really getting me riled up. So, while she's having her quiet nervous breakdown, I let my eyes flicker to the opening in her shirt and thinking about pressing my palm against her tits. Maybe giving them a nice, hard squeeze, getting her to cry out if I'm lucky. That does the trick and pretty soon I'm at full mast and ready to get started with teaching her.

Oh what a fun little lesson this will prove to be for me.

After some quick debate, I decide maybe hand shit is where I should start. Save the best for last. "[Name], give me your hand." I urge, not waiting for her to comply and just picking it up myself. I pull it closer to my lap and wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft.

Immediately, she grips it and I have to surpress the urge to scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain. This shit fucking hurts.

"Ow- Hey, hey- Loosen it, loosen it.. that's it.. good girl.." I sigh in relief when she complies but keeps her hand in a loose circle around me. "Okay, we're gonna try jerking me off, alright?" I tell her when the breath finally reenters my system. Could have sworn my life just flashed before my eyes from that experience.

"Oh, that's easy. I read about that, I can do it!" [Name] exclaims, almost excited to try out her knowledge from books. I'm immediately cautious. From that first moment, I'm kinda scared she's gonna break my dick off. Don't think that would be good. I kinda need that.

Turns out I was right to be cautious. One second everything's fine, the next, I've died, and my dick feels like I'm fucking a succulent vacuum. And not in a good way. "Ouch-! Fuck- [Name]-! When I said 'Jerk it off' I didn't mean jerk it off my body!" This is not going at all like how I envisioned it in my head. Like at all. This lesson is so unsexy my boner keeps leaving. I have to keep giving it a couple pip-paps just to keep it up. Which in turn is making [Name] feel bad, which is also making my boner go down. Ugh, this is a nightmare.

Finally I sigh and gently move her hand. "Okay, darling. That's not working. So, instead you're going to use your mouth." When she starts moving down, I stop her by touching her shoulder. "Now before you go down and inevitably bite my cock off, listen carefully. Don't use your teeth, make sure they're just barely grazing me. And wrap one hand around the base and hold it steady. Move it in the opposite direction of your mouth so that it meets in the middle, got it?" She nods and moves down again. I hold my breath and lean back against the wall, eyes closed, half expecting to feel a sharp pain as her teeth sink into my length. But that doesn't happen. Instead, my senses are being sweetly invaded by euphoria. Her tongue is wet and warm around my dick, and her teeth are barely even noticeable. Her hand is moving the perfect speed to contrast her mouth and it feels like heaven. A wet, warm heaven. "Oh- fuuuuck-"

The sounds coming from me are foreign to me. But she's pulling them out of me faster than I can stop them. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but right now I don't have enough time to register anything that isn't pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, don't you stop-"

And then suddenly, she's doing shit that I didn't tell her about. Her mouth pulls off my cock with a soft pop and her tongue laps around me, licking, grazing, making me twitch and buck my hips. When her tongue presses against my bright red tip, my eyes roll back in their sockets and a loud groan resonates around the room. Whatever books she's been fucking reading are definitely my favorites now. Don't know who wrote them or what they're called, but goddamn do I love those books. Then, all too soon, I'm coming and it's over. It has been about two minutes. Fuck, I feel so pissed with myself. Two minutes? Fucking seriously, Miles?

I watch her, my cheeks flaming red, while she takes her time lapping up my mess like a dog under the dinner table. "So," she asks casually, licking her fingers. "When's lesson two?"

[A Note From Zee]

I'm genuinely so sorry this took so damn long- I got caught up in other things, but I hope it was at least passable.

#💭 ۫⠀IMAGINE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . SMUT ۫ .#boris pavlikovsky #ziggy katz #mike wheeler #richie tozier #finn wolfhard smut #miles fairchild smut #boris pavlikovsky smut #ziggy katz smut #mike wheeler smut #richie tozier smut #mike wheeler x you #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard fluff #stranger things smut #miles fairchild x reader #miles fairchild x you

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semi-lover · 2 years

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envy/ mike wheeler x reader

sum.- mike starts getting jealous after you got a boyfriend after mike had rejected you.

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a/n- i wrote this because i was bored and had no requests. a bunch of angst so beware, jealousy, fluff, mike being a dick. enjoy<3 xoxo

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you and mike were pretty close, at least you thought so. whenever there were arguments, you were on mike’s side. whenever he needed someone to talk to, you were there.

that was until you spilled your feelings during an argument between the two of you. you had confessed your love to him. to your best friend michael wheeler. he was shocked, seconds of silence felt like hours. you had ran out of his basement, tears welling in your eyes. he had never seen you as someone he would date, so why’d you have to ruin the friendship? he only saw you as someone to be around, to hang out with. he never found you pretty or anything like that. you weren’t the coolest person in his eyes, sure you were nice but you just weren’t his type. so why would you think he would date YOU of all people.

mike and you had started talking a few weeks after your confession. sure things were awkward at first but you had accepted that mike didn’t like you. it had stung and it still did but you had to move on.

some boy had started liking you and you started liking him too. it was all lovey dovey between you too, mike HATED it. the guy couldn’t keep his hands off you for two seconds. anytime mike had talked to you, your new boyfriend cut in. “god could this guy get anymore annoying?” mike mumbled to himself. just because that guy was your boyfriend didn’t mean he had a right to be so intrusive! especially in your friendship with mike. your boyfriend was so controlling over what you did, never letting you do what you wanted to, getting mad over the tiniest things almost all the time.

the party had been in mike’s basement without you. “this sucks” mike sighed dramatically. “god mike what are you on about now” max rolled her eyes. “it’s been soooo boring. y/n doesn’t even hang out with us anymore” mike scoffed. “why don’t you just admit you’re jealous mike?” will asked softly. “what? i’m not jealous! why would i be jealous! like what is there to be jealous of! like no way i don’t even like y/n like that-” mike yelled, soon to be cut off by lucas “oh y/n! i wanna marry you and have babies with you!” lucas dramatically said, mocking mike. “i literally never said that! that’s like the last person i’d want to marry! but why does she have to date that douchebag!” mike groans. “he’s anything but a douchebag mike. he just likes y/n a lot” max says, el nodding. mike groans, rolling his eyes.

the phone rings and mike races to it. “y/n?!” he asks as he picks up. “no not interested.” mike sighs as he hangs up, walking back to his original spot. “maybe if you accepted y/n’s confession we wouldn’t be in this situation would we?” dustin said already annoyed by mike. “for the last time! i don’t like y/n! she’s like the last person i would ever consider dating”. “yeah yeah mike, we all believe you” lucas says, obviously annoyed of his best friend.

at school he was waiting for you, waiting for you to come into class, looking at the door every minute. you had came in, but with the douche. mike scoffed, he looked at you, and your boyfriend caught his stare. he had walked over to mike, “don’t look at my girlfriend punk”. the AUDACITY this guy had, he had no right to be telling mike what to do! “or what?” mike says harshly, your boyfriend grabs him by his collar. you see this and pull him off of mike. “what the hell is your problem?!” you yell at your boyfriend “are you okay mike?” just as mike was about to say yes, he thought of a better idea. “no i’m not, it really hurts” mike says making sure to wince. “here follow me mike” you grab his hand, mike smirks at your boyfriend, grabbing your waist. “sorry it helps make me sturdy y/n” mike says, lying through his teeth as he grins behind you. “no problem mike” you hold his hand tightly, leading him to the janitor’s closet.

you set him down on the countertop, looking at his neck, examining for any bruises, you touch a spot lightly. mike fake winces, wrapping his legs arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he looks down at you, your lips almost touching. you blush, looking into his eyes. his hearts pounds in his chest, knowing what he should do. he leans in, kissing your lips softly. “i’ve been waiting for that” he says, looking at you. he speaks again “you’re so beautiful, why did i say no?”. “what do you mean mike?” you ask. “y/n, i hate seeing you move on. falling out of love for me, i know i said no, but a little part of me wanted you to stay. i hated seeing you with him, i want to be the only guy to kiss you, to stare at you for hours on end y/n. i like you, more than like, y/n i LOVE you.” he says, looking into your eyes. “mike i never fell out of love for you, i had always loved you, even after what happened”. you both smile at each other, you softly speak up “does this mean we’re together?”. mike answers quickly, “not until you break up with that douche.” he grins, pecking your lips.

#mike wheeler #finn wolfhard #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things mike #mike stranger things #fem reader #mike wheeler oneshot #mike wheeler fanfiction #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n

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finalgirlfae · 2 years

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

mean, mike wheeler

aged up!mike wheeler x reader

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

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

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

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

“i’m trying not to-”

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

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

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

“go ahead, fuck yourself.”

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

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walmarttrashbag · 6 months

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Sex With You

Miles Fairchild x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

The nightly air was cold, and Miles was kissing down my neck, but I wasn't really in the mood for anything "Miles..." I said slightly annoyed, pushing him away, but Miles didn't stop.

"Why resist when we're in love?" Miles asked as he unzipped his jeans, revealing his boxers.

"I'm just... Not in the mood right now." I shrugged, moving off the bed, but Miles grabbed my arm, and I suddenly panicked. I didn't want him to make any moves on me "Miles, quit." I said, trying to move away.

Miles grew annoyed, and pushed me away, making me drop to the ground "Fine. Whatever. Fuck off." Miles seethed, turning away from me, scoffing.

I sighed and grabbed Miles' hand "Miles, come on. You could... Eat me out if you want." I told Miles, grabbing at my shorts. Miles looked at me and squinted, before pulling my shorts down, pulling my panties too, and spreading out my thighs.

Miles licked his lips, looking at my slightly wet cunt, and looked up at me "That's more like it, honey." He winked, before covering my pussy with his mouth, and licking up it, making me cover my mouth to hide a moan.

Miles didn't stop there, his tongue circled my pink pearl, licking my clit in fast, circle motions, and making me moan uncontrollably, grabbing at Miles' beautiful raven curls.

"Not so bad now, huh lovely?" Miles teased, and I whimpered, moaning some more. Miles grinned and continued eating me out, lapping up my sweet nectar.

"Fuck!" I whined, bucking my hips up in Miles' face. And to think I brushed him off... Miles held me down by my legs and sped up his licking and sucking motions until he struck a cord deep inside me, and I squirted all over his gorgeously pale face.

The night ended with me sucking Miles' fat, beautiful, veiny dick, and his cum swimming into my mouth, and down my throat. My only hope was that Mrs. Grose, Kate, and Flora didn't hear.

Sorry, these all sucked. Even with requests writing is still tough. Thank you for requesting, though!

#miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x you #miles fairchild x you

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hopelesswritergall · 1 year

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hello can u write something with Finn Wolfhard and his reaction ( surprised and flushed) when the reader calls him baby for the first time ? ( Early relationship stages )

Ofcourse anything for you @vampbloodbunny !!

Baby

It's very short but I think it is cute!

You and Finn were just a month in your relationship when 'the Event' happened, as you like to describe it to others.

It was a regular Sunday for you guys. You went over to his place to watch some movies. "Finn? What movie did you pick?" you asked curious to learn more about his taste in movies. " I thought since it's October we could watch a scary movie, so I picked Scream." he replied while nervously scratching the back of his neck unsure of your reaction. "AHHHHHH! YESS! I love those movies! Thank you baby!" You almost screamed of joy when you hugged him, not entirely noticing you called him baby. Finn did and oh my if you looked at his face you could see the blushing and big eyes. " Y-yeah I hoped you would like them too, I have 1 till 3 here so we're good for the whole day." He stuttered a bit in the beginning cause he had to compose himself.

During the second movie you went to get some more snacks and this was the moment for Finn to text his friends for help, with the simple question if he should hold your hand or something. The replies were pretty much the same, just do it! So he did and oh my you didn't know what hit you. Your face heating up just as much as his did an hour or so ago.

#finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #finn #x reader #imagine #wolfhard

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scwheeler · 1 year

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🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — past tense

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: you’ve had a crush on mike wheeler since birth, however he’s never been too fond of you. but high schools coming up and after a few events, you finally get over mike but how the tables turn…

warnings: asshole mike 🖕🖕🖕

age of pairing: 15-16

a/n: this was originally the flipped fic i made first but i changed it up a little and was just bored ALSO IT BARELY MAKES SENSE LOL

june 24th, 1981

you had just finished your third lap around the neighborhood on your bike. it was summer yet the heat was bearable, at least to be outside before two p.m. or else you had to smother yourself with sunscreen to prevent getting burned. you thought it was a good idea to head home now as you biked around the corner to see your familiar washed down yellow house.

what was unfamiliar was the three white moving trucks pulling up the house next to yours. it was a large white house that had been empty for some time now. you expected some elderly couple or family of like eight kids to move in. but as you parked your bike on the driveway of your house, you walked towards one of the trucks that had people in it.

there was a little boy with dark hair and a navy jacket on. it was summer and he was wearing a jacket? who was this kid? he had his back turned to you, making you more curious. you started to jog to him and a man who was giving him brown cardboard boxes bigger than his torso. it was probably his dad. he had thick glasses and a come over like most guys you saw at the grocery market and shopping mall.

they were in the moving truck and moving around boxes so you jumped in, “hi! you need some help?” you reached for one of the boxes that had a red label ‘FRAGILE’ which you disregarded. “whoa there, that’s some heavy stuff, why don’t you head on home little girl,” he shooed you away and put a foot on the box you were reaching for, preventing you from carrying it.

you didn’t take it personally, lots of people probably don’t want a strange girl taking their belongings. “hey dad—” the boy peered into the moving truck where you and his dad stood. he stopped himself once his eyes laid on you. he seemed scared more than friendly.

he had a band-aid on his chin and freckles on his cheeks. he wore a stripped collar shirt under his jacket and plain khaki pants, reaching all the way to his black sneakers. wow was he dressed for winter! you were paying too much attention to what he was wearing you didn’t even realize he was speaking.

you only looked at his face. once your eyes met his, you knew this boy was going to be yours. no matter what.

august 16th, 1981

“—and when we got there it was the beach, like everywhere!” your classmate carly kept talking about her trip to california as the rest of the girls listened in awe. living in hawkins had its perks sometimes but not having a beach was not one of them. however you didn’t really care about what she did or what she was saying.

it was the first day of fifth grade and the only thing you were excited for was the teacher to bring in the new student. your next door neighbor, mike wheeler. throughout the hot summer days, he was the only thing that made those days hotter. you felt your cheeks warm up whenever he would reluctantly knock on your door to drop off a pie or any treat his mom was baking that week.

those days were the days you waited all week for. every friday evening you would look your best, wearing your hair in the cutest ways and putting on the clean clothes fresh out of the laundry so you could smell the sweet flower scent. you would also prevent anymore else from approaching the door.

you stood next to the door, in front of the mirror adjusting your hair while waiting for him to arrive at about seven to knock on the front door. you would wait exactly six seconds so he wouldn’t realize that you were literally waiting on hand and foot for him.

what you didn’t know was he basically saw you through the small side window, standing there counting in your head until finally deciding to get the door. he thought it was weird. he thought you were weird. when his mom would nag him weekly to take a new baked treat over to your house, he thought he was getting punished.

he would have to go all the way down the stairs and get the plate or tin and walk over to your house next door. he complained that the walk felt like a whole marathon when in reality it was only about twenty steps maximum. then he would knock on the door not even bothering to press the doorbell because you had probably had touched it.

he would watch you wait like ten seconds until finally answering the door with a bright smile and thank him a million times. he would keep a straight face and just nod, not one word coming out of his mouth during the last six weeks he’s been doing this.

you would always take any chance to play with him. if he was outside about to get on his bike, you would rush outside without a care in the world if you stumbled down the stairs or hit your knee on a stair. but the instant you would get on your bike, you saw him peddling away like he was trying to get away from zombies. you thought he was going to go meet someone or had something to do, like being the newspaper boy? so you didn’t mind it.

sometimes when you felt like it (basically always) you would get on your bike and chase him, following where he was going. he was just going in laps like you did which meant technically he couldn’t say this following because you were just a fellow neighborhood kid riding their bike around.

you tried your hardest to catch up to him, so you could chat with him or even go somewhere with him but you didn’t know if it was if he had iron lungs and mechanical legs or because he always had a head start, his back would always be turned.

beginning school was the next dreaded thing mike was worried for. not because it’s a new school and he didn’t know anyone. he did know someone, you. mainly that was why he dreaded it. he would have to pass the halls and avoid you to the fullest. what if he ended up with the same teacher as you? then he knew he’d be screwed.

“everyone, this is michael wheeler. i’d like you guys to be nice and respectful to him, please sit down beside y/n. y/n raise your hand,” the teacher spoke carefully and guided him towards you who had a hand up as if there was a star to be reached. ‘how could the universe love you so much!’ you thought.

how could the universe hate him so much, mike thought.

he walked towards his seat that was sat to the right of you. you watched as he slowly sat down and pulled out a blue notebook, the same as yours. yours had a few peeled off sticker residue and markings from previous pens and pencils but it was the same alright.

mike didn’t spare you or your desk a glance to notice so you thought it’d be best to let him know. while the teachers back was turned and faced the blackboard to write down the agenda, you leaned to your right side. “mike—mike, look we’re matching!” he looked at you holding up your notebook like the nobel piece prize and groaned.

not the reaction you expected but it was mike wheeler after all. he would always find a way to avoid you but you were already there. he was hiding and you were next to him. almost attached! for the rest of the day, he looked away from you, facing his right side instead of his left where you sat.

he was talking to lucas and will, two boys who sat near him as well. you’ve never talked to them before even though you spent the last four years of school with them. they seemed weird, not like geeky weird, but like they couldn’t hold a conversation with you. maybe it was early puberty?

either way, you sat in silence. looking at the board but stealing a few glances to peek at mike from the corner of your eye. he was passing notes and laughing with the others boys. looks like he already got himself some new friends. friends that didn’t include you.

june 7th, 1984

tying your white shoelaces to your red sneakers, you entered the classroom for the last day of school. your hair was tied back into a ponytail and moved from side to side as you approached the library. you wanted to return all the books from this school year before you forgot and then finally get to enjoy the start of summer.

as you put it back onto the shelves, you overheard a familiar voice. mike. instead of walking away to spend your summer day, you leaned towards the bookshelf and waited for the boys to speak again. “people will think you’re doing charity mike!” one of the boys said. “yeah i’m not one to be mean but she’s so gross like she’s been obsessed with you forever and did you see her stupid yard?” “that piece of shit!” “shut up it’s a library shhhh,” one of them said. “mike come one be honest.”

you gripped onto the books in your arms and waited for mikes response. “yeah i would kill myself if i was seen with her,” he laughed. you immediately ran out, getting out of the school and getting on your bike. without another thought you rushed inside your house and to your room.

january 3rd, 1985

mike had made it clear he didn’t reciprocate your feelings and even though it was hard, you swallowed your emotions and decided to give up. other than the conversations you had practically forced him into, he never made the effort to talk to you. basically avoiding you for the last four years. so the last day of ninth grade you expected it to the same. and it was.

until you got home. you stood in disbelief in the middle of your kitchen as your mom spoke to you. the words “dinner at the wheelers,” sounded incorrect like you had a hearing problem. but when she repeated it, you realized it was true. “but they’ve never invited us over in like the four years they’ve lived here?” you asked and sat on at the table.

“what matters y/n, at least they’re noticing now,” your mom responded and before you could mutter ‘that’s ridiculous’ you walked out and into your room. sitting on at the desk, you stared down at your textbooks, “mike wheeler…what could he want now?” you’d eventually gotten over him, as you do with most crushes so you didn’t mind going over for dinner.

you weren’t going to be a stuttering, blushing mess and you would be polite and kind. especially to his parents and not mind him any extra attention. but why now? why after these three long years would be invite your family over?

the afternoon came sooner than you thought and you found yourself in a clean formal outfit with a homemade key-lime pie in your hand, waiting in front the mike wheeler’s door. it would be a lie if said you hadn’t been facing this door a million times. you used to come and knock on his door almost every weekend and everyday in summer, asking him to play or come over but his response was a quick decline.

at first he was nice about it, saying he had to help his mom or making up another lame excuse but than he stopped trying to even be somewhat kind about declining your offer. you could see him through the living room window, reading a book and gritting his teeth while you pressed his doorbell time after time. he would ignore you or make one of his other family members get the door, so he could avoid you at all costs.

it was disappointing to say the least but you still saw him at school. you waved to him every chance you got but after experiencing his unresponsiveness for about the seventieth time, you quit. he probably never even noticed your existence at this point!

but mike knew. he always knew, and he was different than you thought. once you stopped caring about him and knocking on his door or taking any chance to make him look at you, he realized something. he missed it, he missed you. it was now him searching for you in the class and him who stared out his bedroom window to see if you would walk over and ring the doorbell.

he didn’t like you. even if only as a friend, he would never admit it. but seeing you view him unlike before changed his mind. he liked your bright personality and your eagerness to try anything. sometimes he would sit in his room, staring at his math homework but thinking about you. how on the bus, you walked right passed him and sat next to timothee brown! crazy! everyone knew timothee was weird and no one ever would sit next to him. to seem unnoticeable, whenever someone boarded the bus, he would look at you who was looking at timothee. chatting, talking, laughing!

he would think to himself, “what was she laughing about? how could she sit there and laugh and look so beautiful!” however he could only turn around and stare out the window while his friend dustin continued to talk about dnd. why was this happening to him! he hated you. he hated you. always had and always will, so why was he dreaming about you every night and imagining what you were doing during class, outside of school, while with his friends, at dinner, during homework, and even when he was watching tv!

you were like a song he couldn’t get out of his head.

a bad song.

there was a knock at his front door and as much as he wanted it to be you, his face showed different emotions. you stood with a pie in your hand and in front of his door once again. wasn’t this want he wanted? but it wasn’t. you looked forced, annoyed. how he looked whenever you would come up to talk to him.

it wasn’t like before, no immediate hugs or jumps to conversations. you walked straight to the kitchen and helped mikes mom set the table. he only watched you walk right past him and ignore him. ignore him! he finally was going to speak to you and now his time was up? it was like a video game and he had used all this lives.

you tried to kept your composure, but to be honest when he opened the door with his shaggy dark brown hair, almost a shade of black and burgundy covering down to his eyebrow and straight freshly-ironed gray collared sweater, your heart slipped almost a beat. scratch that. make that three beats.

before he could look up, you turned your attention to nancy in the background who smiled and waved to you. quickly to divert his attention, you ran inside without a hello and entered the kitchen to help with dinner. brushing past mikes shoulder, deep inside you wished you paused and said hi whcih could possibly have sparked a conversation but he never did in the past three years so why would he start now!

sitting at a wooden dinner table could never have been more awkward. your parents and his had small conversations but mostly about work and school, meaning you and mike were out of the question. luckily you turned your head to nancy and instantly started to ask her stuff about high school. she gladly responded to your questions. she was so sweet, you kept your eyes away from in front of you and to the side where she was sitting. mike who was facing you was waiting for you to be done but you had no intention of stopping.

when nancy and you finished your conversation, you went up to use the restroom twice, forgot to turn off your record player in your room, and finally dinner ended. all of these were excuses to avoid talking to mike and he clearly noticed. at the end of dinner and everyone was settled in the living room, you excused yourself to your room so you could finish your homework.

surprisingly this was true, mr. dons just handed out an essay assignment due this week and you forgot to do it. you sat on your desk, opening your cabinets to get your notebooks and grabbing a few pencils. once you wrote the first word “the,” there was a knock at your door.

“come in!” you said and assumed it was your mom bringing you a snack or to tell you the wheeler’s were finally leaving. but it wasn’t. “sorry to disturb you,” he apologized softly and approached you. you sighed, “what do you want?” he was nervous, looking around your room. he saw a small red notebook on top of your dresser, he looked back to you with your eyes glued to your papers. he carefully reached for it, “don’t touch that.” you turned around and stared at him, “seriously mike what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to talk to you,” mike said and sat on your bed. you turned back to your homework, “well i don’t want to talk to you.” “why?” he asked, further agitating you. “because—i just don’t,” you groaned and tried focusing on the words in textbooks but you couldn’t with the presence of mike wheeler.

“i thought you liked me,” mike mumbled which finally grasped your attention. “liked.” you replied, making mike finally leave your room.

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