Morico
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“Mmmyeah, just… fuck, just like that, Mike, oh my god.”
“Feels good?” Mike whispers, and Will nods desperately, his panting mouth parted and eyes fixed on the glide of Mike’s dick against the cotton. It’s reverent, that look. Completely and utterly reverent. “You look so fucking cute in these, Will.”
“Yeah?” Will breathes, like he’s awed.
Mike knows the feeling well. He is, too.
“Yeah baby,” he replies. “Almost looks like I’m fucking you like this.”
aka the byler panty rubbing / 'just the tip' fic
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03 Jul 2026
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If this were the last night of our lives, you would tell me how you feeling. If we don't make it out alive, I'm scared of what if our futures, they never collide. If this were the last night, the last night of our lives? by MoNsTeRsAmOnGMeN
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
10 May 2026
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He wished—God, he wished—that Mike was looking at him because he still cared. Because he missed him. Because he still saw him the way Will saw Mike every time he drifted too close. But Will had forfeited the right to want that. El was his sister. Mike was…Mike. And Will’s longing had always felt like a betrayal, a quiet, awful selfishness.
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Mike had lost track of how many times he’d muttered Where the hell is he now? in the last thirty-six hours. It had become a refrain, a pulse, a constant grinding irritation in the back of his skull—not at Will, never at Will, but at the universe for apparently conspiring to pull Will in six different directions until there was nothing left of him.
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“You’ve been through worse,” Will had said, and Mike had almost snapped at him right then. Worse didn’t matter. Comfort didn’t matter. Mike didn’t need the bed. Will did. Will needed sleep, warmth, a pillow, someone physically forcing him horizontal—
And instead Will got…this. A cold spot on the floor and the stupid conviction that he didn’t deserve more.Bookmarked by Morico
10 Jun 2026
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«It’s like he lost his compass. I thought it was about that accident, but I don’t think that’s the full story. There’s a missing piece and I can’t find it. It’s in the way Mike moves and speaks and… the way he looks at Will. We both know he’s always had a sort of attraction to Will, but now… I’m worried.»
( ... )Will couldn’t see it, but Mike was smiling: a slow, almost predatory curve.
«I-I’ll call… We have to call your parents, Mike, or Hop, I think—»
«It’s not my blood.»
«W… What?»
«It’s not my blood, Will.» Mike’s tone softened suddenly, gentle now, almost teasing. He spoke in that characteristic Will’s voice, as if he was addressing a child who couldn’t yet understand.
A long silence settled over the room.Bookmarked by Morico
10 Jun 2026
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The summer after graduation, Will Byers decides he’s done. He plans to leave for good, escaping the crushing grief he feels and Hawkins with it. But Mike Wheeler has never been very good at letting go.
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10 Jun 2026
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Being an omega used to be sacred once. Now it’s something people suppress, hide, and grow ashamed of.
Prime Alpha Mike Wheeler never believed in fated mates. Never wanted one either.
Prime Omega Will Byers spent half his life believing otherwise.
But when the boy Mike was always destined to orbit suddenly belongs to somebody else, old instincts, ancient bonds, and buried hunger begin clawing their way back to the surface.
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10 Jun 2026