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”So, I’m really tired of freaking out over nothing, and I really wanna be able to eat your spaghetti, Mike. So like, I spoke to my therapist this week about how to help with the gagging. She- uh, she started talking about exposure therapy, but if I were to really get at the problem then…”
Will fiddled with his hands, looked askance, then back at Mike. But not his face, somewhere just north of his collar. Mike suddenly felt very aware that he was hunched forward with his legs spread, and clearly, so was Will judging from the color of his face.
“If I’m really gonna get rid of this phobia, you have to help me.” Will frowned, thinking of a myriad ways to phrase himself, but getting stuck on how much Mike’s shirt hung down.
“Okay, easy, anything.” Mike sat back up, continuing his slow carding through Will’s hair, along with a careful tracing of his collarbone. Will closed his eyes, and let the sensations be his only focus, so he could take his leap of faith.
Will seized eye contact.
“Mike, I need you to shove your dick down my throat.”
Or, Will has a problem with eating food, and his therapist recommends therapy. He chooses to deep-throat his best friend. Written for Kinktober 2026
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09 Oct 2026
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“If only they made, like… spiked blood. Then you could just drink the blood but get drunk. Like when I spike my drinks,” Will hums, burrowing into the covers. And then it hits him. “Spiked blood! You can drink my blood. I’m drunk, so basically, I am the spiked blood.”
Will is giddy with his idea, and when Mike approaches him, he reaches out to tug Mike onto the bed. Mike goes willingly, settling beside Will and then breathing out a quiet, oh, when Will immediately clambers into his lap. Will pulls at the collar of his shirt, exposing his neck for Mike.
“Drink. I’m drunk, so then you’ll be drunk too.”
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vamp!Mike gets drunk for the first time and things spiral from there
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06 Oct 2026
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"Talk to me," Mike says, barely above a whisper.
Will wraps the gauze around another time, mouthing an apology when Mike tenses again. "I can't," he says. It's as honest as he'll get.
"Why not?"
"It'll…ruin things."
Then Mike lets out a laugh, self-deprecating and lacking of humor. "I think I ruined things when I confessed my love to you and you pretended it didn't happen."
After a surprise attack, Will tends to Mike's injury and tries to prevent the bleeding of his own heart.
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02 Oct 2026
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I will publish my nsfw arts theree, also I will add more tags in the future, sorry if i didn't answer your comment on time, ao3 very buggy💔
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02 Oct 2026
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“Will, please,” Mike whispers, opening his eyes and staring at him from where he’s kneeling. Mike’s eyes are wide, dark as night, and look at him desperately. Will’s heart skips a beat.
“I- I don’t understand. What happened?”
“I- I just…” Mike grunts, frustrated. “Please, just let me scent you.” The smell of wet wood now fills Will’s room, making the omega’s head spin. Will doesn’t know what the hell is going on, but his omega seems to be squirming inside him, begging him to offer comfort to the alpha in front of him.
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01 Oct 2026