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He liked people more than he liked places; he always had, and right now, he was in one of his favorite places with his favorite person in the world.
He swallowed with some difficulty, shifting on his spread knees a bit in a way that made them splay open even further, the stretch of his thighs making him groan, eyes fluttering. His hands were wrapped tightly around the top of Will’s calves, flexing with the urge to reach down and palm himself through the boxers that he was wearing.
There was a hand in his hair, just resting there, occasionally scratching gently at his scalp, ruffling his curls.
He wanted the hand to tighten, wanted Will to grab him by the hair and force his mouth further down on the cock that was pressed heavily against his tongue. But Will wanted to be gentle for once, wanted to take his time before he made Mike fall apart, and Mike could never do anything but obey.
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- Part 1 of B's random smut-shots(Byler Edition)
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15 Mar 2026
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Mikes reaction to the compliment is something Will doesn't catch because he's too busy lowering himself in between Mikes knees.
Will assumes Mike was probably once again tilting his head to the side in confusion like an adorable fucking puppy, with his eyebrows furrowed and face flushed pink, probably wondering why Will made such a choice to call him that.
But he's gonna find out soon. So why tell him?
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Will wants to try topping Mike, but hes too afraid to ask. So he just ends up going farther and farther down without permission.
And Mike ends up not caring about giving him permission and develops a CNC Kink (kinda)
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08 Mar 2026
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“I need you.”
Will’s expression grows more stunned. “What?” he breathes, voice barely above a whisper.
His instincts tell him to take it all back, but the way that Will’s looking at him with those sorrowful, questioning eyes weakens him. And he’s been stupid for many, many years, so what’s a little more stupidity?
aka a s5 speculatory mike wheeler-centric fic about his internalised homophobia and a lot of moments where he's not so clever about his feelings with will
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06 Mar 2026
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Brand me with your hands so everyone can see. by sundollop
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
01 Mar 2026
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Max arches a brow. “Carlton, though? You two are dating and you don’t even kiss? Is it just a preference thing?”
Will sighs, resigned. He drops his hands. “Okay. Honestly?” He hesitates, then shrugs. “He was a bad kisser. And I just… couldn’t get excited around him. At all.”
The reaction is immediate and merciless. Dustin makes a dramatic gagging noise. El gasps like she’s been handed gossip gold. Lucas high-fives Max, shaking her hand in his.
Mike doesn’t say anything. He just watches Will, watches the way he shrugs it off, the way he laughs a little too loud, the way his ears go red.
Or, Will's new boyfriend is a bad kisser. Mike thinks it's a crime that no one has kissed Will properly. He's on a goal to change that, Carlton be damned.
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01 Mar 2026
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That’s just how they were. Achilles and Patroclus. Bowie and Mick Jagger. Will and Mike. Companions. Partners.
That was, for the most part, anyways.
There were little moments here and there, where the air shifted, and their little game of telepathy faded out into blistering confusion. Their comfortable silence would swell into a thick, budding tension that Mike could feel from the top of his scalp to the tips of his toes. Sometimes it was the brushing of a hand, or an accidental kick of the feet underneath the lunch table, or lingering eye contact in moments shared alone. Silent conversations exchanged between quiet glances, questions floating through the air around them, energy thrumming between them, hot like a live-wire to the touch. It was almost like a game. Tether the edge close enough, and eventually one of them will snap.
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01 Mar 2026