i love rafe cameron

[ilovesturniolozz]

i honestly have NOTHING appropriate to say about this photo

[rainyyy-weather]

Ok, hear me out, I’m probably being delusional…

But I could so see Matt and/or Chris (I know Chris definitely would, but as a Matt girl I’m putting him too) wearing your bra strap as a bracelet and insisting on taking some pics with their hands as your “bra”🤤

And if someone asked what kind of bracelet they’re wearing, Chris would be so proud of it and straight up tell people it’s a bra strap. Matt would definitely blush and be like “oh idk my girlfriend just put it on me” acting clueless.

[sturnlsstuff]

TEXTS WITH SKATER!CHRIS • part two

pairing; skater!chris x popular!reader

part one,

ৎ୭~ৎ୭~ৎ୭

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𝑻oxic!reader 𝑷hotodump

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▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။• we still don't trust you - future

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𝓝ote — here's a little smth while i work on a longass blurb rn... i started yesterday evening & didn't finish. i continued it tdy, but i still haven't finished. so gimmie a few more days 👀 please continue commenting if you want to be in my taglist!

@heartsonlyforchris @heartsformattybsturns @courta13 @gwennysturniolo

[xplringsturniolos]

OMG HE IS THE CUTEST EVER!!! MY BEBITO!!!!

[chrattvibe]

[chrisssiren]

𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒎 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bfb!chris ⋆ sex tape ⋆ pet names ⋆ praise ⋆ chris is lowk down bad and has a bigdick (slut) + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... the annoying (and infuriatingly hot) triplet brother of your friend tells you he’s got a new camera, and somehow that leads to you testing it out with him.

You should’ve just ignored it when Chris, your friend’s brother, slid into your dm’s with a simple text—but you didn’t. You read it, and replied to it. Maybe that was the first mistake, and the second one? Hooking up with him. You know not to sleep with your friend’s siblings. It brings unnecessary awkwardness and complications.

But, really, how can anyone resist him?

He’s Christopher Sturniolo, for fuck’s sake.

And somehow, you ended up on his bed, stripped down to nothing but need and desperation, moaning his name like that’s the only word you know. The whole thing with the "testing out his new camera" was just one of his ways to try to get closer to you.

To be frank, he didn’t have any hidden intention—he was genuinely just going to take a few pics of you, maybe even a video. He wanted something simple as an excuse to hang out with you and talk to you without seeming like he was trying to get in your pants, since he’s always been into you.

He just needed a little push.

And the new camera was exactly that.

Even if he had no perverted intentions at first, he’s only human after all, and God help him, you are fucking gorgeous. The way you smiled at him, posed for him, laughed at his stupid jokes, eyes sparkling like you genuinely enjoyed their interaction—all led to him getting bricked up in the middle of it.

Which leads to the present where you’re under him, the camera pointing at you, capturing every shift in your expression, occasionally drifting down to film where you’re connected. Chris is watching through the camera, groaning low in his throat at the sight of your pretty cunt taking him so good.

The way he’s holding the camera and filming you, all while his hips slam into yours with wet smacks, has you clenching around him desperately. You can’t lie, he has so much potential to be a pornstar—the way he’s recording so steadily while his thick cock is destroying your greedy pussy.

You’re too deep into the pleasure to really care if you sound pathetic moaning and whimpering—or care about the way your eyes roll back and toes curl, tits bouncing, mouth hanging open with silent moans. You probably look wrecked.

"Look at the camera, baby," Chris rasps, grunting and panting softly as he fucks you like he wants to make you dumb with pleasure—which he’s succeeding in doing. "Keep your eyes on the cam... Yeah—shit-mmhn—Juuust like that. Fuck-- look at you... So fucking pretty."

His praises go straight to your core, making your inner muscles work around his shaft, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. Your orgasm is inevitable, and all too consuming, as it crashes over you before you can even warn him about it, only managing a "c-cummin’", before you’re coming all over his cock.

Chris makes sure to capture everything on tape, even trying not to groan too loudly so the mic from the camera will pick up your sounds more.

His hips slow down, so you can catch your breath and come down from your high, but he’s not even close to being done with you. He wants to keep filming you, watching you fall apart on his dick, and record how he’s making you lose your mind with his dick. He wants a few more orgasms out of your pretty little pussy.

And maybe then he’ll fuck his warm, creamy seed into you.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟓 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

isa’s rambling ۶ৎ felt very nostalgic with the old layout. this is smth very short that i whipped up in about half an hour after procrastinating for two day lmao (pls don’t mind any mistakes i didn’t really proofread it)

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

[voidreynolds]

cake batter incident// mike wheeler

summary: you take it upon yourself to make mike a birthday cake. mike does everything in his power to make sure you don’t find out that something went wrong with it .

warnings: banter, childhood crushes, best friends to lovers, sexual themes, food fight make out, kitchen counter make out, fluff

mike was watching you with his arms crossed. he had the faintest, amused smirk on his face; his eyes following you as you paced around the kitchen.

“what, michael? don’t stare, it’s distracting.”

“how did you convince my mother to give up her kitchen to you?”

“it was easy. your mom loves me.”

“so i’ve been told…”

mike shifted, hands resting on the counter, eyebrows furrowing slightly, “you don’t have to do all this…” he reached a finger into the bowl and you swatted it away. mike smirked as he ducked, avoiding your swing, as he tucked his batter swiping finger into his mouth for a sample.

“mike!” you whacked him on the head with your spatula and he snorted.

“hey!” he pouted slightly at the batter now in his hair and huffed, “you’re mean. it’s my birthday…”

“and it was supposed to be a surprise but here you are.”

mike smirked, “where else would i be? you’re in my house…”

“i assumed you would have gone with dustin and will somewhere, like i planned.” you paused your mixing to eye mike speculatively. your expression softened and you smirked just slightly, “is it good?”

“perfect. better than my mom’s…”

“you’re a suck up, wheeler.”

“i’m just hoping you’ll let me lick the spatula.”

you shook your head with a smile and slid the pan of batter into the oven. you held the spatula out to mike and his eyes softened further.

“thank you,” he mumbled with the spatula covered in cake batter in his mouth.

you smiled to yourself as laughter echoed into the kitchen. you could tell by the laughs it was dustin and will and that the joke probably hadn’t been that funny. you opened the oven door before the timer beeped and frowned.

the cake didn’t look right.

it was fluffyish. it had risen… but there were small holes in it and a few bubbles. you muttered to yourself as you slid it onto a cooling rack. your eyes scanned the recipe, reading it aloud to yourself.

“are you hiding in here all day? you know i don’t just want you to cater today, right? i actually didn’t want you to actually make—“ mike glanced over your shoulder and you shifted quickly to block the cake. you nearly slipped and fell completely and it was only mike, throwing his arms out that caught you.

you smiled sheepishly, “i’m… no. just…taking the cake out.”

mike eyed you, raising a single eyebrow questioningly, “well it smells amazing. and again, you didn’t have to actually make it from scratch… seems like a lot of effort for me.”

oh, if only he knew how much time you were willing to dedicate to him. if only he knew that baking him a cake was the absolute least you could do for your best friend who you were head over heels for.

“you’re worth it.”

mike lifted his eyebrows again and shook his head slightly, “if you say so…” his hands were on both of your shoulders and you suddenly felt extremely hot. “at least come out… while the cake cools? i don’t think you need to babysit it…” he dropped his hands from your shoulders and gave you a soft smile that left your head spinning.

“okay,” as if you wouldn’t have followed him anywhere he asked, already.

you glanced between lucas and will as they argued once again, smiling to yourself in amusement. “mike! come on, who’s side are you on?”

mike snorted, “i’m not taking a side!”

“oh, but you would if she was one of the sides!”

max snorted, glancing up from her soda can with a knowing smirk towards you. you coughed lightly, cheeks reddening instantly. mike, uncharacteristically, was silent. he was stunned only for a moment, though, and he shook his head with a playful smile, “whatever—“

“you’re blushing.”

“dustin, shut up. you’re both idiots!”

you slid out of your chair, smiling to yourself as soon as your back was turned. max was trailing behind you, still smirking as she crossed her arms.

“oh, what?” you looked at her with a huff, pausing your frosting process.

“you’re both adorable and pathetic.”

“no idea what you’re talking about.”

“oh, right! because you bake all of us homemade cakes on our birthdays.”

“i— well— it’s—“

“it’s because it’s mike’s birthday.”

“i— well— i could make you a cake! if you wanted…”

max snorted, shaking her head, “holy shit and you’re perfect for each other. you both have the same embarrassed scolded puppy look and slight voice crack.”

“i’m— we aren’t—“

“please.” max raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes, “it’s obvious to everyone but you two. and seriously? have you seen the way he looks at you? he’s so goddamn pathetic it’s almost laughable.”

“max….”

“seriously. you’ve been in love with each other since you were like, in the womb.”

“gross…”

you ducked your head to look back over the cake, now gripping the frosting a little too tightly. you fought back your urge to mutter to yourself, focusing on keeping your hand from shaking. max huffed again at your refusal to acknowledge or ever talk about it. but it was pointless to acknowledge or talk about because max— and apparently everyone else— was one hundred percent, absolutely right. seventeen years now of playing it off as an innocent little crush on your best friend. seventeen years of now being on the brink of insanity because you are so goddamn all consumingly in love with your best friend. laughing it off and attempting to remain playful and innocent was only making you crazier.

he would make a joke or a comment that would take you hours to recover from and force away the image of you finally shutting up he and his flirty, quick response mouth.

you nearly dropped the entire container of frosting at that thought and jumped when there was a curse behind you.

“you’re holding that awfully tight… thinking about kissing me again?”

the spatula and butter knife went crashing to the floor and you nearly choked on your own tongue.

for the record, you had never actually kissed mike— only in a vivid, reoccurring dream. dustin, lucas and will, however, had decided that any time you were spacing out or day dreaming they would announce that you were thinking about mike and how much you wanted to make out with him.

they weren’t wrong.

and that pissed you off even more.

“sorry— i…”

“that looks really good.”

mike had dropped his gaze from you, looking down at the cake now with a huge smile. it reminded you of when he was younger. the big, bright eyes, the almost shy, eager smile and the soft expression.

“i hope it tastes good. i’ll be pissed if i spent all this time on you just for it to suck.”

mike laughed at this, “i’m sure it’s great. i don’t think you’ve ever messed up anything.”

“oh, please…”

you cursed as a drop of frosting landed on your shirt. mike’s eyes followed yours instinctively, hand reaching for the towel hanging from the oven. he placed it against your shirt and your breath caught and and mike realized how bad it would look if someone walked in here. his hand directly between—

“sorry. i’m sorry— i…”

mike was now scarlet and you were trying to look anywhere but him, feeling your cheeks heat up for an entirely different reason.

“i— i’ll take this out there… go in my room— borrow a shirt… i have— shirts…”

your lip twitched up just slightly but you didn’t let yourself meet his eyes, “thank you. i— thanks… don’t wait for me.”

before mike could say something to make the situation worse or argue that of course he was going to wait for you, you disappeared around the corner and up the stairs.

mike placed the cake on the dining room table as if it was made of glass. dustin and will exchanged amused smirks at how delicately he was handling it, though it went unnoticed to mike.

“damn she’s funny, can handle dirty jokes and can bake a cake. you better marry her, wheeler.”

mike moved to swat dustin’s hand away but he was already cutting it into slices, “she said not to wait!” mike just rolled his eyes and sat down, deciding against arguing with dustin over birthday cake.

max took over serving the pieces after insulting dustin and pinching him until he gave up the knife. mike glanced over his shoulder— he thought it was casual— waiting for you to reappear.

“oh—“ there was a slight choking sound and the table fell silent, “she can’t bake a cake… but she can handle dirty jokes and is funny. still a win…”

“dustin! you aren’t supposed to— is it not good?” will and lucas tried their own pieces, clearly convinced dustin was attempting to save the whole thing for himself.

their expressions matched dustin’s and max and mike exhanged glances, “bullshit. she’s good at everything…”

“sorry to disappoint wheeler. seems like she’s good at most things.”

“she must have read the recipe wrong, or— maybe you’re all just—“

max lowered her fork and frowned, face twisting just slightly as if she sucked on a lemon. mike frowned, staring down at his plate like he expected it to do something.

he would never actually admit anything you did was bad. he would never let you find out that something you made was bad. that the cake you had made just for him and spent so much time on and gone out of your way for—

it was not good.

mike felt his chest tighten as if he had been stabbed. the texture was off, it was slightly chalky and there was the overpowering taste of flour.

“shit—“ dustin had gone in for two more bites, hoping they would have been better, “what do we do?”

lucas and max moved to push their plates away and mike stood up, “no! you have to eat it.”

there was a collective snapping of eyes in his direction. disbelieving, disgusted, unamused.

“what?”

“you’re kidding, right?”

“mike, that’s—“

“it’s not good, i know!” mike glanced around desperately, “but you can’t not eat it! you can’t let her find out that something’s wrong with it! she’ll— she’s put so much work in and—“

there was once again exasperated glances exchanged around the table. silence for a moment before a sigh, “wheeler, if we eat this and you still haven’t kissed her by the end of the week, i swear to god i will push you off a cliff.”

there was nods of agreement and glares of growing irritation.

“whatever! fine! just… please—“

footsteps on the stairs and mike’s expression went from urgent desperation to pure panic.

dustin and will began shoveling giant fork fulls into their mouths, while lucas and max exchanged disbelieving, irritated expressions before picking theirs up by hand and taking unnecessarily large bites.

“i— damn. i kind of thought you would wait for me… holy shit, is it that good?”

mike grabbed for his piece and shoved it in his mouth. he could never lie to you. he could never hurt your feelings. just imagining the look on your face if you found out that you had messed up his birthday cake was enough to have him chewing faster— texture and flavor be damned.

“so good!”

“best cake i’ve ever had—“

“oh, wow— yeah…”

“so yummy—“

you lifted your eyebrows and reached for the last piece. mike choked down the last of his and frantically gestured vaguely.

you froze, eyes wide.

“i—“ mike swallowed once more, feeling like a dry clump of flour just went down his throat, “could you get me some milk? please?”

you released the final piece and eyed him, eyes softening, “of course, birthday boy…” a small smile that had mike’s head spinning and heart flipping before guilt started gnawing at his stomach.

dustin was chugging water, choking down the last of his, rubbing his chest as if that would help. the fridge closed distantly and mike’s eyes fell on the last piece. he couldn’t let you have it. you would immediately realize it was not good and that everyone had inhaled theirs just so they didn’t hurt you—

dustin was grabbing the last piece before mike could move. he shoved nearly the entire slice in his mouth, earning gasps and causing will to stand up in case dustin started choking. he gagged and choked it down, taking the glass of milk from your hand to wash it down.

you stared with your mouth open, freezing, watching in amusement and horror.

“henderson—“ your voice was caught between amusement and horror, “what the hell!?”

“i told you,” dustin finally got it down and fought to speak, “best cake i’ve ever had.”

you put your hands on your hips and looked around the table. your eyes narrowed slightly as you looked between a slightly strangled dustin, a wide eyed will, and mike— who could never succeed at keeping anything from you.

you narrowed your eyes further as you took mike in. he fidgeted just slightly, very clearly on the edge of panic.

“thank you,” his voice was tense— higher than usual, “it was—“

you dove for the single crumb left on mike’s plate and he nearly tackled you to stop you. “wait— you can’t—“ he was standing, trying to wrestle the damn crumb out of your hand. “i licked it! you’ll get—“ you shoved it in your mouth as you ducked under his arm and your heart sank.

it was awful.

truly the worst thing you had ever tasted…

it was a cardinal sin against cakes and birthdays and mike himself…

the table was silent; watching you with wide eyes, guiltily looking between you and mike.

mike had froze, staring at you wide eyed. guilty and sorry and looking almost as bad as you felt.

your shoulders dropped and your chest constricted, “i… screwed it up…”

“no—“

“yes, i did. it’s awful!”

“no! it’s—“

you felt horrible and now embarrassed about being so close to tears.

“it’s horrible, mike! it’s actually the worst thing i’ve ever tasted! i ruined your cake and—!”

you glanced around the table and looked at everyone through blurry eyes, “you all ate it…” you shook your head slightly, “why would you all eat it? why did— you pretended it was good…”

“it’s okay— really, it—“

you were crying now, though you didn’t know if it was because you hated yourself for messing up the cake or because you loved your friends so much and that they choked down an absolutely disgusting cake just so your feelings weren’t hurt.

“no, don’t cry— hey— shit—“

dustin, once again, was quick, “mike made us eat it. he said if we didn’t and made you feel bad he would kick us out.”

“and stop talking to us.”

“yes. he did…”

you looked around skeptically and your eyes landed on mike. he was still watching you softly; looking guilty and sorry and still like a scolded puppy. you forced yourself not to cry more and blinked once.

“mike…”

“i didn’t actually say—“

but then you were hugging him and he shut up immediately. his arms wrapped around you, letting his face nestle against your shoulder.

“i’m sorry… i messed up your cake and it’s your birthday and—“

“no— hey, i’ve had a great birthday—“

“i’m going to make you another one. a good one. this one i won’t mess up…”

“no— no. you aren’t doing that— it’s fine“

you ducked under his arm and marched back into the kitchen. mike trailed behind you and max muttered something that earned her a glare and the finger.

“what are you doing?”

mike tried pulling the bowl away from you, then the whisk, then the various ingredients.

“mike!” you huffed, trying to snatch everything back from him.

“it’s eight o’clock! you’re not making me another cake this late!”

“yes, i am, mike!” tears still blurred your vision and you hated the way your voice cracked. all you wanted was to make him his favorite kind of cake for his birthday. you hadn’t gotten him any other present. you had screwed it up…

“hey, no! you’ve done plenty— everyone else is leaving. just….. we can hang out or something, but—“

you grabbed an egg and moved to crack it into the bowl. mike grabbed the bowl and jerked it away. the egg fell on the floor and you blinked. mike stared at you wide eyed, glanced down at the egg and then back at you. he blinked again.

“wheeler! what the hell is your problem?!”

mike fought away a smile at your scold.

you reached for the bowl again and mike jerked it towards him again. you barely had ahold of it and his jerk had been so sudden that the bowl tipped and flour, sugar and baking powder exploded into the air. you gasped as it covered mike’s face, turning him white and powdery. you snorted once, doubling over in laughter— stepping right on and slipping on the egg.

you careened forward with a shriek, arms thrown out in a desperate attempt to catch yourself. mike threw his arms out and caught you, now both laughing like madmen.

“mike!” your face dove against his chest, flour puffing up slightly as your face became streaked with it from his sweater.

mike was slipping too now, throwing an arm out blindly to catch himself on the counter and steady you. his hand hit the spatula, still dripping frosting, sending it soaring up and onto your head. you went down with another shriek and more laughter, mike falling with you, now unable to stop himself from laughing or being able to catch you.

chocolate frosting splattered on your forehead, dripping from your hair and onto mike’s shirt that you had borrowed. you laughed even harder as mike ungracefully tried to find his footing in the flour, frosting and egg. your hand grabbed for the counter, impossibly grasping at the small carton of milk, tipping it and sending it spilling onto the both of you. you landed ontop of mike with a snort, tears now in your eyes more from laughter than the previous disappointment and embarrassment.

mike was just looking at you, still laughing, eyes bright and locked on you like this was the best thing to ever happen.

“your mom’s going to kill us!”

your hand was on mike’s chest as you tried to sit up, but his hand grabbed your wrist and the laughter stopped instantly. your eyes locked onto his, wide and bright and only seeing him. milk in his hair, flour all over his shirt and face. frosting on his nose and streaked on his chin. you could feel that you looked just as ridiculous and messy as he did and you stuck your tongue out slightly to lick the frosting off your lip.

mike stopped breathing momentarily, very aware that you were straddling him, chest to chest, now looking even more kissable than he had ever seen you.

on the floor of his kitchen, covered in the ingredients to make cake, mike wheeler finally kissed you.

mike’s lips met yours slowly, hands coming to either side of your face, messy fingers tucking your hair behind your ears as he pulled you in closer. you melted into him, arms wrapping around his body like it was a reflex. you drew yourself closer to him, clinging onto him as if he was planning on letting you go.

you shifted further up his lap, curling into him, pulling yourself against him. your fingers slid through his hair and you let out a breathy laugh as they became sticky and snagged in his flour and milk hair. mike pulled away just barely to catch his breath. he was smiling— not his soft, adoring smile, but a smug, almost playful smile.

“oh, what?”

mike kissed you again, dragging you closer to him. you were fully in his lap, straddling him with a breathless smile, leaning into him, one hand around his back, the other tangling in his hair.

“you could have saved yourself the time… and just gotten me this.”

you snorted, eyeing him softly, eyebrows lifted questioningly, “oh, like a hooker?”

mike tilted his head slightly, “not exactly…” he rested his forehead against your own and breathed in deeply. he was still catching his breath— adrenaline and hormones and energy spent on kissing you running rampant.

you were still smiling faintly, though you hoped he couldn’t feel the racing of your heart against his own. he was somehow even more beautiful this close; arched nose, dark eyes and curls even messier than usual— making him even more dangerous than usual…

your lips were back on his like a magnet, growing more desperate and urgent and needy with every shift and inhale. you held him firmly, smiling as your head fell back against the cabinets. you inhaled shakily as his hands shifted lower— grabbing your hips tightly. your head fell forward again, seemingly unable to get enough air or enough of him.

mike lifted you slightly, pulling you closer and rising to his feet. he stumbled slightly but kept you steady. your back was against the counter, then you were lifted further— until you were sitting on the counter completely, crashing into mike again like you were deprived.

mike hummed against you, fingers now sticking completely in your hair and to your shirt. his thumb tucked under your shirt and you breathed in sharply. mike froze, eyes widening slightly, pulling away from you in a state of mild panic.

“i’m sorry— shit! i—“

in answer, you wrapped your legs around him and drew him against you again. mike smirked slightly, nervous and cautious demeanor gone. his hand slid up your shirt slowly, thumb stroking against your skin; soft and agonizing and exploring.

“michael…”

mike breathed in sharply at his name on your lips. his eyes were wild, pupils blown and cheeks flushed— breathing as if he had biked all of hawkins.

he said your name softly, tipping his head to brush his lips against yours again. he stood between your legs, hands on either side of you on the counter.

“you never answered my question…” you were breathless and dizzy and your lips were swollen but you didn’t even care—

“question?

“mhm…”

several more kisses for good measure. you laughed as he refused to take his face away from you, now clinging onto you more desperately with a hint of possession.

“about this…”

“oh,” mike buried his face in your neck and you breathed in sharply, “this.”

it was rather hard to have a conversation when your lips just seemed unable to detach themselves. “this…” you muttered stupidly, while continuing to kiss him.

the logical side of your brain knew you should clean up the mess. the logical side of your brain knew you should stop and talk about this…

but the rest of you just couldn’t care less—

mike’s mouth on you, his hands roaming up and down, arms locking you against him as he leaned his full weight on you.

it wasn’t until you were on the opposite counter, mike straddled just between your knees, hovering over you looking guilty and completely wrecked, smirking. you briefly felt for asthmatics as your lungs fought to bring enough air back in your lungs.

“nothing like a hooker.”

you sat up slightly, momentarily dazed and clueless, “what?”

“you… this wouldn’t be anything like a hooker.”

you just stared at him for a moment, still trying to regain your bearings.

“i for one, have no intention of this being a one time thing.”

oh.

“i—“

“did you?” he was still smirking slightly and looking smug, disheveled hair and lopsided sweater unnoticed and unbothered, “because i think you—“

you kissed him again, just to shut him up.

“mm, i thought so—“

“michael.”

“yes?”

“shut up.”

“you’re being awfully mean to the birthday boy…”

“oh, please, wheeler. just shut up and kiss me again…”

“bossy, too—“

you smacked him and he laughed, ducking off the counter and holding his hand out to help you up. you pouted slightly and mike snorted, “don’t worry… we’ll continue this later. but i don’t think you want my mom to find us like this in the kitchen in this state…”

you sighed and trailed behind him. he was right but you really did miss the feel of him against you—

“go take a cold shower and i’ll clean this up—“

you gaped at him, incredulous, blushing slightly and amused.

“you’re not—“

“haven’t you learned not to argue with me?” you huffed slightly and mike placed a small, much more delicate and gentle kiss on your forehead. you closed your eyes and leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him.

“finally, i guess, huh?”

you eyed him softly, “finally…”

mike kissed you once more, “i’ve been in love with you since you we were four.”

“well, ha then, wheeler…” your heart reverted back to erratically pounding while your stomach twisted and face heated. you kissed him again in answer, dragging him back against you, “i’ve been in love with you since i was two.”

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show me like you never have before (mike wheeler x fem!reader)

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warnings : drabble, slight submissive mike, mutual masturbation, fish-hooking

Mike Wheeler can’t help but try to impress you at every chance he can. He isn’t exactly lying, just trying to make conversation. He can’t remember how it started, though.

He figures it started when he lied about traveling the world, or maybe when he talked about your collection as if he had one of his own. It’s not his fault, he just wants a girl in your league to think he’s similar to you.

Maybe it’s even when you were talking about kind of stuff you were into. His face flushed but he simply shook his head, telling you he was a total freak and the stuff you were probably into would seem like vanilla compared to him.

That was until you were sat on top of his lap in your bedroom, the faint smell of your perfume drifting through the room. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you gladly accepted it with a moan.

“Fuck- shhh- shhh, I don’t want your parents to know I’m here.” he murmurs into your mouth. Your hands move from his hips, one resting on his shoulder and the other moving to grip his dark curls.

You rock your hips against his, a choked whine escaping his throat. You let out a teasing laugh, your hand moving up to his mouth before two of your digits slip past his lips.

“Shhh, be quiet.” you whisper, hot breath ghosting against his neck. He stills, batting his lashes up at you in need.

You pump your fingers down his throat in a slowed pace. He whimpers, tongue swirling around the two digits stuck down his throat. Your mouth hangs open in awe before you suddenly pull them out, a soft sigh from him filling the quiet room.

“Why- why did you do that?” Mike asks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion to which you hush him. “Why do you think, Wheeler?”

He opens his mouth to form words but when he doesn’t find any it slams shut. You move your cami shorts to the side along with your panties, teasing your entrance with your two fingers.

He seems confused until he realizes just exactly what you’re doing, a wave of warmth fills his face and his cock starts to stir.

He reaches his hand out to touch you and you stifle a laugh, shoving them away. “Touch yourself.” you murmur, blinking down innocently at him.

“What?” Mike asks, his voice wavering ever so slightly. He doesn’t budge until his hand slips down his waist ever so slowly, palming at his cock through his pajama pants.

He whines, desperately and in the most humiliating way he possibly can. His puppy eyes trail up to yours, his free hand tangling in your hair to tug you down for a kiss.

His tongue probes at your bottom lip before slipping in slowly and deepening the kiss.

His lips break away from yours, “When you said you were into ‘freaky’ stuff… I- I didn’t think you meant this.” he whispers against your mouth, fisting your locks.

“If you find this ‘freaky’, Wheeler, then you don’t even know.”

a/n : i feel like mike would find anything remotely sexual freaky. and he doesn’t even know about freaky until reader steps in MUHAHAHAHAHA. while writing this I couldn’t help but think of that one scene in scary movie HAHAHA. anywaysss reqs are always opeeennnn!!! sorry ive been so behind im VERY locked in with school right now!!!

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