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900-XXX-XXXX call 4 a good time <3
"And what does God do?" The Reverend leans forward, gripping the edges of the pulpit. One hand raised towards the crowd, others reaching forward with pained expressions, lips moving in urgent whispers—pleading, begging, some of them crying.
Mike watches them pray for salvation.
They can’t all be saved.
or;
Will Byers is a phone sex operator, and Mike Wheeler is his favorite caller.
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It was easy for Will Byers to fall in love with Mike Wheeler.
The trouble came when he had to pretend it wasn't real.
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Will’s mouth dries out as his gaze instinctively drops to where Mike’s legs are spread obscenely wide, practically taking up the whole couch at this point. Through Mike’s baggy sweatpants, Will can just barely make out a bulge, soft, but still startlingly obvious now that his attention has been called to it. He just barely fights the urge to fall to his knees, to crawl into the inviting space between Mike’s legs, and take Mike’s cock out to see how big it really is. He wants it in his mouth, on his lips, undoubtedly heavy and thick and ruining Will for anyone else.
Mike makes a comment about how well-endowed he is and Will can't stop obsessing over it.
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i can be needy (way too damn needy) by summerofsecrets
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
14 May 2026
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Two months of long-distance has turned Mike and Will’s letters into a lifeline. But when Jane accidentally mails a letter containing Will’s private fantasies, the distance between Hawkins and Lenora officially catches fire.
What follows is an escalation of provocative Polaroids, a "ruined" letter, and an oversized Hellfire shirt that smells like home. Across a 1,500-mile phone line, the metaphors of "cleric and paladin" are finally stripped away, replaced by raw hunger and a promise: when Mike gets to California, he’s going to mark every inch of Will's skin.
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The sight of him satisfies a deep greed in his gut— finally, a new and pretty trophy to add to his hoard. Perhaps he's not a pest, but a plaything. A toy. He takes the human into his clawed hand, small and limp in his grasp. He's warm against his cool scales, and it takes everything in him not to tear the robes off his little human. He looks so soft and pliant like this, gentle lashes pressed against even gentler cheeks.
But he knows to be patient. Knows how best to enjoy the feast before him.
With his human now clutched in his claws, he takes him deeper and deeper into the castle.
Or: An injured cleric unknowingly stumbles into the lair of one lonely, greedy dragon.
[ Cleric!Will x Dragon!Mike AKA Dragonwise ]