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Mike is waiting for Will in the basement, a look of suspicious, nervous excitement on his face. He cleared the table and laid out upon it are two card games.
"Now, I know you’ll resist," Mike blurts out, stepping toward him. "But I think this will be good. For both of us! For when we... you know,” Mike trails off, “When we get partners.”
Will scoffs, stepping closer to inspect the titles.
Spill or Sip and Truth, Dare, or Strip.
Or: Mike suggests a spicy card game to help Will loosen up before college. It works a little too well, and suddenly they’re gambling with unresolved feelings, and clothes, that were meant to stay in place.
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16 May 2026
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“Do you know how hard it is to watch you with them? To see their hands all over you?” He squeezed ever so slightly, and Will let out a quiet whimper. “Sometimes, when you had guys over, I’d listen. I’d hear you moan, and I’d touch myself and imagine it was me making you sound like that,” he whispered, pressing a kiss behind Will’s ear. Will’s eyes fluttered shut, and he could practically feel them rolling to the back of his head as he imagined it: Mike fucking into his own fist, thinking about Will getting fucked on the other side of the wall. Will hated him for not saying anything.
Will rolled his hips forward, a strangled moan falling from his lips. The grip on his throat tightened, and Mike’s other hand grabbed at his thigh, digging into his flesh through the jeans. Will stilled instantly. Mike made a content noise before his loosened his hold, trailing his lips along Will’s jaw. “You moan like a slut, Will. So I’m gonna fuck you like one.”
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the hate sex fic
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- Part 1 of hate sex
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05 May 2026
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Will has always loved Mike’s hands.
Like the rest of him, they’re long - his fingers especially. Too many times, Will has found himself distracted by the sight of an entire soda can seeming to disappear in one of those hands. Will knows those hands, he knows the shape and angles of them - the rectangle of the palm, the web of tissue between the base of the fingers, the half-ovals of his nails, the knobs of the knuckles, the delicate pull of a tendon standing out in his wrist when he flexes a certain way. The barely-there dusting of hairs across the backs. The pink blush of fingertips, distinct from the freckled cream tones of palm and wrist, touched by a tan in the summer months. That one specific freckle just at the base of his thumb. Will’s sketchbooks are frequented by likenesses of Mike’s hands, his fingers.
It doesn’t help that he knows what those fingers can do.
But Will doesn’t just love Mike’s hands because they happen to be very skilled at getting him off. No, he loved them far before that. Before any of that. And he still does, simply by merit of their being part of Mike.
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Mike doesn't like his appearance. Will wants to help out with that.Bookmarked by goosechase
25 Apr 2026
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"Would you really kill her?"
“Melissa,” and fuck her name sounds good in Shauna’s mouth— she so rarely uses it and it sounds so good it’s obscene really, “if I ever find that dumb bitch alone in the woods again, I’m going to catch her and I’m going to give her something to scream about.”
And Shauna may not mean it that way, but fuck, just, fuck. Melissa feels dizzy.
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Shauna wants to kill Mari. Melissa offers her the next best thing— Herself.
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- Part 1 of See You Soon (Shaunahat)
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18 Apr 2026