#I'm going to have to tag this bad boy with something like 'mild body horror but no gore'.

[meteorstricken]

I'm writing a one-shot called "Hunger", and hooooboy...it's looking to make "The Tower" appear cute and naive by comparison. Wasn't expecting to lean this damn hard into the eldritch, but the moment I wrote, "If our vessel would know what it is to be filled, we shall cause him to run over," things just started getting out of hand and I'm certainly not in the business of rescuing them from that. 😈

[plumsfromyouricebox]

and now for something from the dumpster-fire portion of my imagination:

mike wheeler x max mayfield - 1.3k words

rating: E

tags/warnings: shameless smut, masturbation, mild degradation kink, frenemies, max bullies mike while he jerks off lol

author's note: i don't even know what this is, y'all, it just popped into my head and I literally wrote it on my notes app at 1am. I might post it on AO3 someday, but in the meantime, it's a tumblr exclusive. If you want more madwheeler check me out here!

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Mike moved quickly as he made his way through Steve’s house, dripping water all over the hardwood floors. He adjusted his towel, clutching it tightly around his waist in an attempt to conceal the situation going on in his swim trunks. 

It was all Max’s fault. Her and that ridiculous new swimsuit she was wearing. 

Every summer since he'd known her she'd always just worn a one-piece. Not even a particularly flattering one, just something sporty in a dark colour with wide straps. 

But now. Now she seemed to have acquired some tiny two-piece thing that was little more than triangles of light blue fabric tied together with string. It barely covered anything. It was absurd. 

He flung open the door of the small, pastel pink basement bathroom and closed himself inside, pleasantly surprised to find that the toilet lid had one of those plush covers that made sitting on it much more comfortable. 

Breathing hard, his fingers tore at the laces of his swim trunks and he inched them down to pull his dick out. He couldn’t believe he had to do this, but this boner was refusing to go away. 

There was some sort of fancy lotion on the counter so he leaned over and pumped a small amount into his hand, spreading it between his palms before wrapping one around his aching hardness. 

For the past hour, she’d been stretched out on a pool float, all freckles and pale skin, sipping Diet Pepsi through a straw as she watched the boys smack each other with pool noodles. 

Thankfully Mike’s sunglasses hid his eyes so she didn’t notice his continuous staring. He had no idea how Lucas and Dustin hadn’t been driven to similar insanity. 

Why, why did the most annoying person in his life also have to be insanely hot? 

It almost felt like she was doing it on purpose today—meticulously massaging sunscreen onto every inch of her skin, diving into the pool and slowly pulling herself out, giving him ample time to get a long look at her ass. 

Closing his eyes, Mike thought of the water droplets running down her body, how he wanted to trace their path with his tongue. 

Then he heard the horrible click of the doorknob turning and his eyes flew open just as Max burst in, her hair wet and skin glistening with moisture.  

“Agh!” He twisted to the side, yanking his trunks up with one hand and covering himself with the other. 

Shit, she’d definitely seen what he was doing. This was so fucking mortifying, he was never going to live this down. 

Then he realized that instead of backing out in horror and leaving him to his humiliation, she was stepping further into the room, closing the door behind her before flipping the lock he’d so foolishly forgotten about earlier. 

Mike watched in total bewilderment as Max leaned back against the door just a few feet across from him, giving him a long once-over. “Well, don’t let me stop you.” 

“What?!” he hissed. “Get out of here, Max! I'm not gonna… do this in front of you.” 

“Why not?” She tilted her head. “You were thinking about me weren’t you?” 

Mike paled. “What? No–” 

“You’re a bad liar.” 

Then, to Mike’s complete disbelief, she casually shifted the triangles of her bikini top to either side, exposing the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen. 

Granted, they were the only breasts he’d ever seen, but he couldn’t see how these ones could possibly be improved upon. 

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his erection surging back to life as his mouth dropped open in shock. What was she doing? 

But she just leaned her head back against the door and nodded at his lap. “Keep going.” 

Mike narrowed his eyes. She wanted to watch him? There was no way. She was totally bullshitting—just teasing him so she could laugh at him later. 

Deciding to call her bluff, he tugged his shorts back down and removed his hands, letting his cock rest against his stomach. 

But Max didn’t shriek and cover her eyes like he’d been expecting. She just raised her eyebrows impatiently, urging him to continue. 

Okay… Well, he wasn’t about to be the first one to back down from this little game of chicken. 

Swallowing hard, he took hold of himself again, squeezing lightly before starting to move his hand up and down his shaft. 

“Were you thinking about touching me?” Max asked, chuckling when he reluctantly nodded after a few seconds. “I would never let you.” 

She arched her back as she ran her hands over herself, squeezing her breasts and playing with her hardened, rosy nipples. “What else?” 

Mike was so confused. Was this turning her on? But then why was she still being so mean? And why did he like it?

“I– I think about you sucking my dick,” he confessed, his gaze dropping to those perfect lips that he’d envisioned wrapped around his cock. One side pulled up into a smirk. 

“As if I’d ever put that tiny thing anywhere near my mouth,” she snorted. 

Mike glared at her, slowly stroking his entire length and making sure she saw. He knew objectively he wasn’t small, but he decided to play along and let her keep talking. This situation was bizarre, but it was also inexplicably hot. 

“Maybe if I was somehow extremely desperate I’d sit on your face.” She grinned, blue eyes sparkling with delight. “Just to get you to shut the fuck up for once.” 

Oh, Jesus. Mike couldn’t stop the groan that came from the back of his throat at her words. 

Usually, he found her voice grating, probably because that sharp tongue of hers was often delivering an insult or a joke at his expense. Now he couldn’t get enough of it. 

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? I’d make you beg for it first, though…” She pulled up the sides of her bikini bottoms so he could see the outline of her between her legs. His dick throbbed against his palm. “…for the privilege of tasting me.” 

Fuck. He’d do it too. He’d probably do anything she asked of him if she kept letting him look at her like this; talking to him like this. 

He tightened his grip on his shaft, moving faster and more purposefully, a familiar coiling pressure building at the base of his spine as liquid beaded at the tip. 

“You know how fucking sad this is, right?” 

Mike nodded. He did know. Fantasizing so hard about a girl who barely tolerated his presence that he had to crank one out in their friend's bathroom. He was such a loser. 

Max crossed her arms, pushing her tits up and together in a way that made him want to stick his face in between them. 

“Hurry up and finish already, I'm getting bored,” she stated flatly, despite the fact that her cheeks were stained pink and her breathing was audibly faster. 

His gaze roved all over her body, lingering on her face when he noticed her staring intently at the hand that was working himself to a climax. 

And then she pulled that full, tempting lower lip between her teeth and that was all it took to send him over the edge. 

Her eyes widened as he came over his stomach and fingers with a shuddering gasp, fighting to keep his own eyes open and locked on her. 

Smiling, she lifted her gaze to his with a slow shake of her head. “Fucking pathetic.” 

Then she straightened up, calmly readjusted her swimsuit, and left without so much as a glance back, closing the door firmly behind her. 

After a few seconds, Mike snapped out of his post-orgasm stupor and reached for the tissue box, head spinning as he cleaned himself off. 

He didn’t know what the hell that had been, but he knew he was definitely getting her back for it.