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we all have a hunger (tell me what you need) by papenathy
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
03 Jun 2025
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“Looks like I bit you.” Will tilts his head to get a better look. All Mike can do is stare at him. His fluffy hair at the front, clumped pieces at the back where he’d slid his fingers in a mere few minutes before. His pretty green eyes that look hazel or even brown in this light, the dark circles he gets when he drinks framing them like intricate paintings. A satisfied, bloody smile.
Mike isn’t satisfied. He swallows thickly, choking down the words 'don’t you want more?'
Or: Will dresses as a vampire for a college halloween party, but Mike thinks his costume isn’t bloody enough. Will lets him fix it. Mike goes into a crisis.
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- Part 1 of we all have a hunger
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will byers’ guide to advanced concepts in painting by falloutboi
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
27 Dec 2025
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Dustin hums in agreement while he swallows his bite. “It’s like, against his factory settings to say no to you. What do you need him to do, model for you or something?”
Will shoves his face back into his hands. “I’m going to fail.”
Max rolls her eyes. “You’re not going to fail, you’re going to paint Mike.”
Will lifts his head up from his hands, eyes wide, and shakes his head. “You don’t understand.” He pleads with his awful, awful friends, voice low. “He’s been, he’s using my-he came out of my bathroom in just a towel last night.”
Studio art major Will Byers has a study of the human body due before the semester ends, is in desperate need for a model, and has a huge, life-altering, heart wrenching crush on his best friend.
Enter: Mike Wheeler, his broken shower, and his collection of plaid-print boxers.
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- Part 1 of devotion | Indiana University
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Minho's eyes dipped. He caught the pink garter around Jisung’s waist first; he lingered on the intricate lace, the flowered pattern dancing along Jisung's honey skin. It took him a beat to regard the white stockings the garter belt was attached to, then another for the matching pink panties.
At least, Minho assumed the pink panties matched the garter belt. They were rolled up against Jisung's slick cock, stopped just at the base of his shaft. He wondered if it hurt. If Jisung liked the chafing from the fabric.
Jisung's hips shifted again, and Minho watched as Jisung's cock glided against a pillow. And then, he caught it. A flash of silver in a sea of white.
Jisung whimpered. “Hyung.”
or minho walks in on jisung humping a pillow, and it leads to more than he ever expected
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- Part 4 of the chronicles of jisung's piercings
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It’s winter in Hawkins, and Mike and Will aren’t speaking anymore. Living in Mike’s house, Will tries to be invisible, spending most of his time in the basement.
Then the power goes out — and if there’s one thing he dreads more than facing Mike, it’s the cold.
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Seven nights in which Mike and Will have to sleep in the same bed, even though they’re barely friends anymore.
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Jisung smirks at him all slant and cocky, voice thick with confidence. "Want me to sign you an autograph, honey?"
The intimidatingly gorgeous stranger snaps his eyes to him with a gaze that's almost.. challenging? One brow arches beneath his snapback, judgmental and maybe a little amused, and Jisung is struck with a creeping realization that he's finally met his match.
"Actually," the stranger utters, voice cold and flat where it slipped past lips of curved pink, "I'd like to compete with you."
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Nosebleeds, elbow scrapes, bruises all over and the adrenaline high of riding his board at speeds that others could only dream of — that was all Jisung wanted.
What Jisung needed, Minho thought, was to be put in his place.Series
- Part 1 of skate fast, eat ass
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This only makes Jisung more outraged.
He says, “You’re so full of shit, you don’t even—”
Minho’s arm shifts again.
Only a little. Only enough that his hand moves from where it had rested easily over Jisung’s chest, up, to his neck. His palm settles there easy, thumb and fingers splaying out effortlessly on either side of his jugular. He doesn’t do anything, doesn’t press. He doesn’t do anything more than simply rest his hand there.
It steals Jisung’s words away anyway.
“I told you already, jagi,” Minho says quietly. He taps the side of Jisung’s neck, soft. Nice and light. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Confidently, Jisung claims no one can fuck him as well as his ex. Minho disagrees.
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Seungmin has never been accused of being too accommodating or too agreeable, not for anything.
Cue Jeongin.
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- Part 3 of Case Control Series
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The running joke is that he is the 'group-dad', and Chan plays the part for his friends without protest. Then Felix has to go and complicate things.
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- Part 1 of Case Control Series
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LMCat_98
> Hey! Congratulations, I’m dming to let you know that you won the 50k giveaway for a private stream. You get thirty minutes free, can request whatever you want, and if you wanna keep it going after your thirty minutes are up, we can talk a little about payment. Please see my pinned tweet for more info about payments + what I will and won’t do! Hope to hear from you soon!Jisung drops his phone to his lap, slapping his hands over his face hard enough that it hurts.
“Fuck,” he says, to nobody but himself. “Fuck.”
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Or: Jisung wins a private stream with his favourite camboy. He stresses out about it a normal amount.
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‘I asked what you’re drinking, pretty. I’ll buy you the next one if you tell me your name.’
Warmth soars up her face. ‘I, uh…’ She ducks her head. ‘I have a boyfriend.’
Jisu has a boyfriend. Minhee doesn't really care.
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This quiet—it doesn’t feel like a prelude. It feels like a held breath. It feels like staying up late to read the next chapter even though Jisung has to wake up early. It feels like jumping headfirst into it. It feels like being so invested you forget that time exists.
The world narrows to here, now, this. You, me.
“Minhee-unnie, will you kiss me?”
OR: Jisung has a crush on her best friend's older sister. She takes matters into her own hands.
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“How do you just get roped into a bet for five hundred dollars?” Jisung snorts, sitting back down on the bed with one leg folded up beneath him. He’s still without a shirt, and Minho is having a hard time focusing while his tits are out like that. Jisung’s chest is unfairly sexy.
He forces himself to look in Jisung’s eyes, scowling when he catches the knowing smirk on his face. “I was being judged. He was testing me. That’s not the point—” he swallows the spit pooling in his mouth. “All you have to do is pretend to be my boyfriend for four months.”
“Sorry?” Jisung laughs incredulously, eyebrows shooting up.
“You heard me,” Minho grumbles. This is so fucking stupid. He realizes how stupid this is. “He bet me I couldn’t hold onto a boyfriend for four months. I told him I’m kind of seeing someone already, no big.”
(OR: Minho and his fuckbuddy pretend to date, Minho pretends he's not falling.)
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From closer, it’s clear that Minho is about his age. He’s handsome— very much so— in an untouchable sort of way. Straight nose, sharp eyes, a defined cupid’s bow. He looks sculpted rather than born. Jisung might shrink under the weight of his presence if the situation were different.
Knowing that Minho is dying ruins the illusion of perfection.
Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."
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Professor Lee. Well-spoken and scarily clever and fifteen years older than Jisung, which should make him want him less, not more, but Jisung wants him so badly. He wants to be wanted by him.
Jisung has a fiction workshop every Wednesday. He also has a hopeless crush on his professor.
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He was half asleep, surprised when he felt someone slipping under the covers. He knew it was Jisung from the way his fingers clenched into the back of his shirt. He could feel his forehead pressed between his shoulder blades.
Or Jisung likes to visit Minho’s bedroom at night.
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When he got home, Minho was waiting for him at the door.
He stripped him immediately, tugged him to the kitchen, and bent him over the table.
He heard him growl in satisfaction, seeing the plug between his cheeks he had inserted earlier. When he pulled it out, Jisung felt his cum dripping down his legs.
“Let’s get you freshly filled, yeah?”
Or Minho has an intense case of baby fever
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What Jisung was doing was probably ill-advised. He wouldn't know, he hadn't asked anyone's advice. He couldn't really.
Jisung was, ultimately, three things:
1) Desperately in need of some stress relief after a tense couple of weeks.
2) A little stupid
3) Very hornyHe’d bought the lingerie. He’d put it on. He’d squirmed on the subway the whole way to Minho’s apartment.
Or: Jisung decided to give Minho himself for White Day.
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- Part 2 of Days of love
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Jisung was on the other side and he smelt good. Ripe. Ready for him.
“Jisung-ah.” Minho tried for a sweet tone as he rattled the door, but his voice was bitten and raw. Desperate. Desirous. “Jisung-ah, open the door for alpha.”
“I can’t, hyung.” Jisung pressed a palm back to the door, the other one to the centre of his chest that was filled with a hollow ache. “Before your rut hit fully, we agreed I wouldn’t open the door. I’m here though, right here.”
“Jisung,” he tried again. “Come on. I’m so hard, I can take care of you. I can make you forget everything else. No need to be worried, baby. Just let me in.”
Each word caused more slick to leak out of Jisung.
“I can smell you, omega. Smell how badly you need me. Let. Me. In.”Or, Minho goes into a snap rut and locks Jisung in the bathroom for his safety.
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Jisung sighs wistfully. “Sometimes I just think about it.”
“About… sucking dick?”
“Yeah,” he nods, “they look so— I don’t know. It seems like it would be fun.”
“Fun,” Minho echoes distantly.
Jisung develops a new fixation and goes on a journey of self-discovery.
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"Are you still nervous?" Minho asks, retaining that addictive nonchalance to his voice.
Jisung releases a pathetic little laugh between his gritting teeth. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Just a little bit.”
"Let me smoke you out, then."
Jisung makes the mistake of letting his curious gaze wander, allowing a mesmerized "How?" to escape him. He's done the moment their eyes meet, because then Minho's taking Jisung's jaw in his hand while the other holds what's left of his blunt, dark eyes trailing down to the lips he wants to coax apart.
"Open for me."
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Shotgunning: the practice of inhaling smoke and then exhaling it into another individual's mouth.