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“I feel crazy,” Michelle murmurs, nosing along the column of Willow’s throat, sending a shiver down her spine. “You make me feel crazy. Do you feel that? Is it just me?”
Maybe Willow should err on the side of caution, on the side of logic—but it’s been two months and her obsession with Michelle has been a steadily growing monster, a festering desire and need that has made her dizzy, made her mind drift along to dirty places in the middle of her shifts. She has drawn Michelle over and over already and wants to feel the skin that she keep sketching onto her pages, wants to hear her, to see her, to experience whatever she’s willing to give.
It does make her feel crazy. It seems far too soon to feel so infatuated with her. Yet, she is.
She ducks her head, seeks out Michelle’s mouth again, hands guiding her face away from her neck and back up to kiss her stupid, and in between each biting kiss, she says, “It is crazy. I feel it, too. I haven’t stopped wanting you ever since I first saw you.”
i wanna lay my body down
sink into your ground
press my lips upon your browor: mid-20's lesbyler meet, are cute for 9k words, then fuck for the rest
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- Part 1 of forever bound
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07 Jul 2026
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my promise could be your fiend (could be the smallest of signs) by s0ld_it
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Spider-Man - All Media Types
01 Apr 2023
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He staggered back over the edge, crying out. Just in time, Spiderman shot out an arm to grab him from around the waist, pulling Mike out of danger. Mike cursed himself, adrenaline pumping wildly. The superhero chuckled, getting them as far away from the edge of the rooftop as possible, before letting Mike go.
“You okay?” Spiderman asked, and Mike could almost see his grin of amusement.
Mike, on the other hand, was the epitome of embarrassment. “Uh,” He croaked. He felt like crying.
“Seriously, are you going into cardiac arrest?” Spiderman asked, putting a hand on Mike’s shoulder.
Mike felt himself flush deeper. “No. No- yeah. I’m fine. Thank you.” He looked at the ground. The right knee of his khakis was stained oil-black. How had that even happened?
“You sure?” Spiderman squeezed his shoulder. That was not helping at all.
“Yeah.” Mike nodded, and Spiderman released his grip. “Fine. Thanks for…” He trailed off. “Saving me. I guess.”
or, Micheal James Wheeler, an intern at a New York based publishing company, is in love with his best friend. Will Byers, a student majoring in visual arts, is Spiderman. As in THE Spiderman.
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04 Jul 2026
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Will is trying to move on.
A night out at a midnight shadow cast performance of The Rocky Horror Picture Show seems like a good start: outrageous costumes, bizarre traditions, and a cute guy who might just be worth giving a chance. For the first time in a long while, Will is ready to step into the world—and maybe even into something new.
What he doesn’t expect is seeing the one person he can’t stop thinking about standing under the stage lights—in fishnets, a corset, and looking entirely too good.
Suddenly, moving on is the last thing on Will's mind.
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02 Jul 2026
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Mike Wheeler is an overworked intern at a high-end modeling agency, stuck fetching coffee and trying not to stare at Will Byers, the agency’s most beautiful model. Will is confident, charming, and far too good at catching Mike in the act of staring. Mike’s a photographer at heart, but he never gets to show his work, even though he’s always been the one quietly capturing the world around him.
When a photoshoot goes off-script, Mike finally gets to take the pictures he’s been dreaming of and Will’s attention turns from the camera to him. The lingering touches and electric looks make it clear Will has been noticing him too, and once their attraction ignites, neither of them plans on looking away.
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02 Jul 2026
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if you want to be loved, love
There’s a monster with gaping jaws in Mike’s chest, and it is desire; there’s a prophetic oblivion calling his name, and it is want. Both are the root of sin, and both have dug deep into his guts and veins and ink-black blood.
Will, however, seems to waver in that gray space between good and evil, virtue and sin: even his appearance marks this, with his hair that flickers between dark chocolate and ruddy blond in his light, eyes a dark brown spiked through with crushed bits of bright green, skin tanned to a nice shade contrasting with the iridescent light of his tattoos. In his strict adherence to the ways of the Holy One, he’s somehow managed to fall a bit from grace, and the messages he gives, though mixed, are comforting to Mike.
You are not beyond redemption, he seems to say with each meeting and conversation and glint in his eyes, and I am not beyond sin.
After being forced to tend to souls in the wasteland between Heaven and Hell, Mike is given a mission: deceive an angel into leading him to the gates of Heaven.
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01 Jul 2026