#hellfire mike

[shardlily]

Costume department worked overtime and for what!? 😭

[hellfirehoe]

this is the most mike wheeler he's ever looked cause you can tell he's in such an awkward stage of his life and that is true freshman year representation

[fatfatgaybitch]

Just a little reminder

[sunchildsatoru]

cali will at hawkins high day 1

[sayu-nari]

Birthday boy w/ snake bite piercings cuz y not…

Mike's birthday and all but this redraw of a sketch is lowkey all I got rn… s4 fit was HELLa FIRE ahah… get it…?

[sunshinelivesforever]

hellcali :) aka byler in their best outfits of s4. the d*ffers knew they'd be too powerful if they got to interact in these fits so they kept them 2000 miles apart

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[fawn-ism]

sub!mike headcanons 🪽

request!

୨୧. he’s super vocal, especially when you tease him. he whimpers and whines and begs for you to touch him. "please, please, touch me." he'll cry out.

୨୧. he’ll do anything you ask if it means you’ll finally give him what he wants.

୨୧. mike loves when you use him for your own pleasure, will do anything to make you cum. he loves when you sit on his face and ride him until you’re satisfied, and will beg for more even after you’ve finished.

୨୧. mike likes when you tie him up and tease him until he’s begging for release. he whines, "i need to cum— please, let me cum."

୨୧. his first time eating you out, you had to teach him where to touch and where to suck. he got the hang of it immediately, anyways, and made you finish in just the span of a few minutes.

୨୧. mike will thank you for every orgasm you give him. after edging him for hours on end, when his sticky liquid finally hits his stomach, he moans softly, "thankyouthankyouthankyou—"

୨୧. during his trip to california, he was miserable without you. he'd missed you so bad, he got off to a photo of you in the byers' restroom. mike keeps the picture under his mattress.

[tublrella]

babys first post.. 🫣 guys i think the plots too long

NEIGHBOURS

synopsis:mike and yn arent really much of an interesting topic, until one nasty comment towards max triggers an a series of events, resulting in an unexpected sexual confrontation meanishmike

content:smut lol, blowie, and dryhumping x

neighbours. since adolescence, mike and yn had always been a few paces from eachother, watching one another thrive and fall, grow and mature (or not in some cases), and most importantly throughout puberty.

although the pair have somewhat of a relationship, if you could even label it as such, ever since graduating middle school, conversation between the two has been... minimal.

its not that they dislike eachother or anything, its just mikes so.. mike? dungeons and dragons, not yn's scene. bratty man-baby behaviour, yikes. and sporting whatever a 'hellfire' is to school, shocking. obviously mike has a thing or two to say about yn, but thats irrelevant - #girlpower x

despite all this secret animosity, mike and yn do share a mutual sense of awkward loyalty to one another.

maybe its the annual backyard bbq with their freakishly similar parents that maintains the fleeting relationship, long due past its expiration date. so until otherwise, until all ties are cut, both will stay polite, make small talk, and plaster a smile on when necessary.

oh and their windows which lie directly opposite one another.

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max, yn's best friend, with a slam of her lunch tray, positioned herself opposite yn bursting into whatever conversation they had been having in the extensive lunch queue.

"i just dont get it, how could anyone be so full of themself?" she droned whilst still chewing onto a piece of god knows what this school serves,

"i dont know, that whole entire friend group is beyond me" yn gossiped back with a hysterical scoff as though the situation was almost comical.

"maaaaaaxx!!" beamed lucas, approaching with a wide smile, immediately translating to yn that he was about to request for some dumb shit.

"what now?"

"would you please, pretty please, play dnd tonight, we REALLY need you"

"well if you REALLY need me" she retorted with sarcasm tainting every syllable

"so you will?!"

"no"

dustin and mike who resided behind sighed in unison.

until mikes eyes sparkled with mischief

"why you gotta be such a bitch"

before max could respond with something equally as harsh yn interrupted

"excuse you?"

"i wasnt talking to you"

"you could be talking to mrs fucking fergurson in the library and id still interrupt, who do you think you are?"

mike let out a ridiculous scoff as dustin and lucas' eyes burned holes in the canteen floor

"no im serious, do you just speak to people like that?"

"whats got you so riled up?"

"you! youre such a dick!"

mike responded with a grin as if to demonstrate his lack of care towards the matter, and complete complacency to his own unlikeable character.

he was truly comfortable being a dick, all this time yn just thought his personality was a product of never being confronted, but no, he just genuinely could not care less. wow. all loyalty towards that ass mike wheeler was lost then and there.

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the next months were hell.

relentless back and forth bickering between mike and yn, anywhere and everywhere for instance the library. mike asked question after question about yn's project

"whatcha doin' it on?"

"how much do you really care about animal rights though",

"dont you eat meat? oh the horror."

"i think im gonna do mine on animal rights too" he mumbled just loud enough so yn could hear, the smirk on his dumb face being heard in his voice.

god he was so irritating, it was as if he had perfected the art of being the most fucking annoying version of himself he possibly could be like on walks home:

"can i just walk with you?" he asked smugly, knowing he was basically strapping her in for a rollercoaster of torture

"id prefer if we didnt, mike."

"well im here now. anyway, your pantie label has been showing all day"

"what?"

"yeah i was going to tell you but the i thought, no its much funnier to watch to strut around full of blissful ignorance."

"i fucking hate you."

but yn quickly caught onto his game, he was ragebaiting her. what he didnt know was, yn was more cunning than he could ever be.

she targeted his most cherished, what made mike mike, and she crushed it to absolute smithereens.

physics class, every time mike raised that slender hand of his she would shout out the answer quicker than he could fight back. every test, she excelled; studying for hours on end, for the sole purpose of dismantling that high horse mike has so generously plonked himself on. she took on hours of extra credit, forced her way to top of the class, and squashed that stupid fuck in the process.

soon, mike's insults morphed from harmless digs to evoke a reaction, to personal attacks, carefully crafted in order to grasp onto any ego he had left. but yn was his match made in heaven.

"your skirts too short, you look like a whore."

okay, that was brutal, but yn went unfazed. she simply raised her hand:

"sir? mikes nose is blocking my view i cant see shit."

mike went crimson red, his elementary school name of 'frog-face' re-engraving itself in his head.

"detention for you, that is simply unacceptable yn!"

and that was that, yn glided out of that room like shed won a medal.

the insults grew worse, and so did their abilities to stand one another, but still, they stayed stubborn to the end goal. destroy eachother.

strangely in the midst of all the arguing, it somehow became apparent to the party that yn and mike were soulmates, no no not that kind, but that only one another could handle eachothers brutality and vicious words. and particular facts will stated about the situation stuck with mike, alot.

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late one summers night, yn perched on her window sill, soaking up the idyllic scene of hawkins suburbs, whilst sparking up a cigarette, letting the ash fall onto the roof below her, silently praying that some unfortunate disaster didnt occour, causing a house fire, so wrapped up in her own mind and the moment that presented itself before her.

after brushing her teeth and turning her record player on to lowly emit some daryl hall & john oats, she began swaying mindlessly round her room, avoiding sleep on this perfect friday.

frantic knocks resounded about her room, coming from the window she previously had rested upon. precautiously, she tiptoed over to the scene of the crime, tentatively stripping back her lacy white curtains.

mike? mike wheeler?

mike stood teetering, unsteadily trying to gain composure on the slanted roof that acted as a pathway to her window. noticing her disturbed, yet curious face mike put on a cheesy smile as if to say "please let me in i mean no harm" in the most cringe way possible.

yn opened the window, then created space to allow mike to stumble his way into her bedroom and alongside that a long expectant pause in order for him to explain his visit.

"you smoke?"

he said while trying to oxygenate himself again, he was no athlete, and the effort it took to get up had cleary taken it out of him.

"...yea? and?"

"well i dont know, just didnt expect it."

"you came all the way from your house to mine to say... that?"

"well when you put it like that."

"get out mike" yn said exasperated, she could deal with his purposefully annoying questions in the week, but her weekend was a non-negotiable.

"nonono sorry thats not all that i came to say"

"okay then speak, ur weirding me out.. weirdo" yea she definitely wasnt as sharp on the weekend.

"dont you think were like perfect, for eachother?"

"what the fuck mike"

he laughed, like actually laughed, acknowledging the stupidity behind his theory of perfection.

"our back and fourth, i- i love it, i dont think anything, i mean anyone, has ever got me as riled up and full of ambition as you do."

cogs turned in yn's head, reminiscing on the moments of love for killing eachother they had shared, the way that his eyes gleamed at the sight of her, no not just her misery, but any time she rebuttled against one of his stupid comments. the nights she had spent giggling to herself concocting ways to taunt mike before realising she sounds like a maniac. his friends sitting sideline like it was some sort of ongoing court case, unfolding before their very eyes whilst they spat nonsense at eachother. the way that all else in the world cleared when they got into their intoxicating interactions, how all background noise dissipated, she had always ruled it off as her own pesky habit of wanting to be right, but it was true he was right.

somewhere along the way her hell had became heaven, in its own sick and twisted way.

mike took a daring step towards her, hey eyes darted, meeting with his, mirroring that same agonising fight for glory over one another.

no one was backing down, eyes sharp, intense, full of lust.

mike had always been attractive in yns eyes, his presentation was what stunted him, but now in his plaid pajama pants, toloused hair, and whatever band t-shirt he was wearing, he looked... hot. his nose, same one that she had previously broadcasted as big and distracting, now drew her in, freckles journeyed from either cheek, meeting in the middle of his nose, and his eyes, it was like they had their own magnetic attraction, so dark, so captivating.

she watched mike as he scanned her, top to bottom her prominent collarbones, which played their role as a frame to her gold intial letter necklace too well, now so much more seductive, as he continued down to her pink,flimsy, off the shoulder tee, drowning her figure, then those tiny short shorts. fuck. he was being confronted, something he didnt like, face to face with the realisation that yn was beautiful, the stubborn look in her eyes which only enticed him more, her eyelashes, fluttering as her eyes connected with his, totally erasing her stubborn nature, stripping her back to the kind-hearted yet passionate girl he once knew.

"i want you" he choked, flustered by the intimacy

"do something about it then" she retorted, yn was desperate.

with one swift motion mike planted his plump lips on yns' giving himself over to her, being vulnerable, for once, she returned the favour, slowly and erotically colliding her lips with his, bringing a hand to his chest and tugging at the shirt to balance herself, as she lifted herself to meet him.

still intertwined, yn gripped him with her other hand, and lead him to the bed. following orders, he lay back as yn crept onto him, positioning herself centre on his dick.

some few sloppy kisses later, mike couldnt bear it, with much assertion, he sat up, grabbed onto yns waist and started manipulating her movement grinding her on his hard, needy, dick. the thin fabric of his trousers and her shorts rubbing deliciously, stimulating the both of them, mike releasing low, struggling grunts, product of his twitching cock itching for more.

with a flash of urgency, mike began to rut upwards into yns throbbing core, searching for any glimpse of higher satisfaction, noticed by yn,she grips his wrists, halting any movement, leaving mike sexually frustrated.

"stand up"

mike immediately rises to his feet like a dog in training. yn, calculated, and calmly walks excuciatingly slow to mikes gaze, returning them back to that same moment prior, but this time she had something more in her eyes, no longer lust, but curiosity.

yn lowered to her knees. whistfully eyeing mike up from the floor, your move mike. he wasted absolutely no time, fussing with the drawstrings on his pants, and with one tug his pink, elongated dick sprung out. yn gasped, examining it, taking it all in. so this is what mike wheelers dick looks like.

mike scanned her, waiting impatiently for her to stake her claim, and she did, with eyes locked on his, glossy and soft. she kitten licked his tip, teasingly. mike threw his head back exposing his adams apple, bobbing with a gulp of satisfaction mixed with disbelief. yn worked, making back and forth motions, bottoming him out in her mouth, using her natural lubricant to increase stimulation, sending mike into a state of absolute gratification, with no warning, mike placed a hand on the back of yns head lightly , not to exploit her or for his own gain by pushing her head, but to thank her, stroking her hair delicately, removing hair out of her face that may be interrupting her flow.

mike was now twitching around her puffy lips, signalling to yn this was the final stretch, give all youve got. yn began relentlessly bobbing herself forward, his tip bashing the back of her throat rythmically, sure to leave a bruise in the morning. mike removed himself fromher face, finishing himself off, cascading ribbons of creamy white on her pretty face, a sight that mike would be sure to rememeber forever.

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monday morning came, the sun emitting rays of yellowyorange, that peaked through her lace curtains. memories of the night she spent with mike played in her mind like a broken record, that morning yn walked hand in hand to school with mike as cheesy as it is. and the two bickered the whole way, with underlying tones of flirtation and genuine happiness.

im sorry i feel like the smut was really half arsed i feel really cringe writing it but pls be brutally honest if anyone actually reads this ❤️