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Will, sarcastically rolling his eyes "You're a real saint, Michael Wheeler."
Mike, with love and devotion in his eyes "Well if I'm a saint, then I think you must be god, Will Byers."
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Will, sarcastically rolling his eyes "You're a real saint, Michael Wheeler."
Mike, with love and devotion in his eyes "Well if I'm a saint, then I think you must be god, Will Byers."
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Mike 'cigarette' Wheeler and Will "blunt" Byers joining forces to be the annoying couple always rolling spliffs in the parking lot. Shot gunning the smoke like love struck losers.
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You asked about fav bottom mike fics so:
The OGs:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50317075 - id_rather_be_home (you probably know this one car oneshot).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24944635/chapters/60376069 - yousaidyes (though this one probably only fits by technicality)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50422168 - kissing practice (omegaverse so may not be your cuppa but I think Mike is captured really well with his sneaky little plotting).
The brave new warriors:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/77348821/chapters/204012001#main - leighj (prob needs an intox tag forthe beginning)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78064156#main - anon (mixed feels about goth Will but this perfection)
https://archiveofourown.org/series/5609951 - ch3kov (this is the Mike goads Will to pin him to a wall series)
Honestly there are sooooo many good ones out there picking favs is hard. All of these showcase Mike and Will as true equals and get frequent rereads.
What about yours?
(Also- very annoyed i cant tag this as mature content. Tumblr wtf??)
Hi thank you so so much for these recs! sorry for such a late response my computer died and literally took all my tabs with it 🥲! but i am back with a new computer ans some recs! ahh yah tumblr is so fussy about tagging posts lately, but im able to add the tag now!
first omg yes i love i'm starving, darlin' what a classic! the 'throat thing' is so important to me! i love top will that is just starving for mike but not afraid to tease him still! also their characterization is just really good in that fic!
and the ABO rec is also peak! boys to the yard was so good and we 100% need more blyer abo
thank you for the recs they are added to my list!! you have incredible taste! 💛💙
some of these are v popular so you might have read them before but here are some of my bottom!mike recs!:
live from the stage [by: @byersblues (perpetuallymad)]
Will has always had a knack for sensing when his boyfriend was seconds away from having a moment of clinical insanity. This particular moment just so happened to be right now, right before his band’s first live performance. And that just wouldn’t do, Mike had been excited about this for weeks, Will would help him through this, as he always had.
this one is so good! PWP. Dom Will is by far one of my favs, and he is just basking in all of mikes glory before taking care of mikes anxiety. some public humiliation and they look cool doing it.
The Rawest Desire (In It's Friendliest Form) [by: vecnabutworse]
Logline: While home alone in Mike's bedroom, Will and Mike realize just how much they've been hiding from each other and themselves. Who knew their deepest secrets were hidden behind their lips and beneath their clothes?
Dom will and good boy Mike oh how we need you. a true bottom mike classic!
the urge [by: @meowyster]
Presentations were impossible to predict but if there was anyone in the Party that were to break that rule it would be Will and Mike, almost certain to be an omega and an alpha. But as with anything in their lives, that’s not how it works out. When Mike finally presents it’s not as an alpha like everyone expects, but an omega, and Will follows suit, presenting as an alpha only a few months later. It’s shocking and unexpected, but to a boy who’s been in love with his best friend for years, it’s just about the best news he could hear. They’re complimentary in every way, alpha and omega, Will and Mike—and not even Will’s rising possessiveness can change that, even when the only thing that makes him feel better is scenting Mike so much he hardly smells like himself anymore. But it’s only a matter of time until Mike catches on to the fact that his need to scent him maybe isn’t all that platonic after all.
ABO!!! abo has always been and will always be my fav genra. this one is alpha will x omega mike! this one is fun because they are both just so pathetic for each other! and their is a fun mix of lucidity and feelings during their heat/rut!
My Muse. All Mine. [by: @ghoulsanderson]
Will's classmate draws Mike in her sketchbook, and Will gets a little possessive.
Possessive Will!! this one is great! again really good characterizations, and we get some angry will wanting to keep his love to himself! also im a sucker for artist fics so maybe im bias lol
Mike's Very Byler Book [serries by: @deorlings ]
fic 1: In 1996, Mike releases a book inspired by the party and their adventures. A small but loud fandom forms around shipping The Paladin and The Sorcerer. But, that was all wrong. Mike had never been in love with Will, had he? fic 2: Mike and Will have a discussion over their sex life and boundaries.
this one is really good and tender. it contends really well with the cannon ending and like gives the characters time to grow. it handles mikes internalized homophobia well, and like wills attempt at understanding mike where he is at. while both being insatiable yearners. and this one does a really good job at including El in the narrative gave me the big feelings ;-; the 2nd fic does a great job talking about Wills PTSD and IDKKKK like this fic is smut but it also handles queerness in such a tender way!
Your Body, My Temple [by: Smalltown_boy]
He wanted this, but what Mike wasn't prepared for is Will's tendency to play keep-away. Now he has to behave and get through whatever Will has in mind…or cave and use the safeword. Mike never uses the safeword. Also known as; Will is a soft Dom but he's still mean, then Mike is a brat Sub but he's also a stupidly needy power bottom.
a great PWP! dom will and sub mike, with some toy play. very fun because they are both brat and brat tamer in this fic. of course mike is our bigger bratty begging bottom, but will is a pretty good snarky brat top here too!
❄️ rip i lost some of my freakyer bottom mike links but when i hunt them down again ill try and make another rec list
Byler Valentines WIP
Will Byers x Mike Wheeler | M | 900 words~
Tattoo artist/piercer Will x Author Mike thinking about my valentines post x so i started writing a scene from it... a little pathetic mike anyone?
It felt like an eternity since Mike had found himself seated nervously on the black vinyl client chair in Wills tattoo shop. This wasn't the first time in the 5 years since Will became a tattoo artist and piercer that Mike had agreed to let Will work on him. He was sporting several ear piercings, and had a few beautiful, but small, pieces of Will’s artwork inked on his body. All of those had been his own idea.
But this one, this one was Will's idea. Mike’s leg started to bounce uncontrollably. If the private room wasn’t so damn small, he would’ve been up and pacing already. Was about to have a go at it anyways when the door opened. Will carefully rolling in a sanitary pierce tray.
This job had done wonders for Will's style, and it was a wonder Mike could look directly at him without falling to his knees. Today was no different, his boyfriend confidently entering the room with black jeans that hugged his thighs, torn up to expose slivers of his tan legs. He wore a boxy black band tee tucked into a studded belt. A thin silver chain that was beyond worn out dangled from his neck in contrast to his beautiful high quality earrings that dripped from his perfect piercings. Showing off his hard work where his hair tucked behind his ears and had more recently been trimmed into a softer curtaining bang then his original bowl cut.
Will carefully dropped a hand onto Mike's thigh, rubbing gently to sooth the restlessness. But it wasn't nearly enough.
“You think this is a good idea?” Mike blurted out, making Will scrunch up his face in fond exasperation.
“Of course, that's why I suggested it in the first place. “ Will responded amused. And far, far too casuall for Mike's taste.
The shorter man began to fuss with the tray instead of continuing their talk, acting as if Mike wasn't about to completely spiral out. Which felt deeply unfair considering Will was not the one about to have a needle shoved through him.
Will was carefully sorting out his tools, giving Mike's growing panic nowhere to go. Sure, Will had done this dozens of times. Panicked clients were probably normal. But Mike wasn’t just any client he was Will’s—
A sudden metallic clank interrupted his thoughts and Mike shot out of chair. Will's soft hazel eyes widened in shock.
“Sorry!” Will held up a horrifying silver torture device. “Sorry, I dropped this against the tray.”
“What the hell is that?” Mike demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at the metal death trap.
Will’s eyes shifted between the dark haired man and the tool in his grasp, clearly trying to decide how to sugarcoat it. “They’re just clamps.” he said finally, tone careful and still far, far, too calm, “They help keep the piercing straight.”
Mike blanched, “But you didn’t use those any of the other times!”
“Well, those were ear piercings, Mike. This is… obviously different.”
All the blood was draining from his head, and he wished he could just say this was a terrible idea, but Will had been the one to come up with it. He had never led him wrong before but…This was a nightmare. A well lit nightmare, with excellent music, and his extremely hot boyfriend narrating it.
He was allowed to panic about this. He was going to panic about this. He was starting to feel a bit…. fuck i might faint.
“It's ok! I won't use them!” The shorter man surged, wrapping both hands around Mike's arms. Holding him up and rubbing little circles with his thumbs. It felt nice, and even more nice was that awful metal thing was now nowhere to be seen. “You ok?”
The unspoken you don’t have to do this hung in the air between them. But Mike did want to, he was just…
“…you said it's going to hurt right?”
Will smiled at him softly. “Mmm, I’ll be very careful, but so far you have thought all of your piercings hurt. And this one—”
“Hurts.” Mike finished, wincing just voicing it.
The brunet gave him a little reassuring squeeze, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Mike’s bitten lips. It was nice, his mouth was a warm familiar pressure, and Mike couldn't help but melt into it. Let some of the adrenaline leave his body so he could be guided back into the high client chair. He scooted back on it sideways. Legs over the edge to his feet could be grounded.
He wanted to panic more, but then, there between his spread legs was his boyfriend wrapped up in those ripped black jeans. A warm hand caressed Mike's sharp jawline as Will leaned in for another taste of Mike's lips. This time it was no simple brush together. Will pressed into him, tongue tracing the seam of Mike's lips, before slipping inside. Will kissed him like he had all the time in the world, every movement slowly going deeper.
Mike sighed into it helplessly, long pale fingers curling into Will's shirt. Tugging him forward so they were flush together. Will hummed pleased, and nipped at his lips in appreciation, before his hands began to roam. Caressing Mike’s sides until his fingers hooked lightly into the hem of Mike’s shirt, tugging expectantly.
Will pulled back so he could speak every word into the flushed and bitten skin of Mike’s lips.
“Ready? You're a good boy Mike, you can take it.”
Mike’s face bloomed with a red hot flush.
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Authors note:
ANYWAYS obvi this is gone be rated E. Yes i have other longer fics to finish, but here we are anyways... i just cant stop thinking about this idea LOL even though valentines day is long gone. i just have had no free time. And this was a little treat because i had to replace my computer yesterday rip. but yeaaa might take me a min to finish this but hopefully i will. pathetic bottom mike?? sassy top will? say less!
anywayssss bluesky always sees my ideas first if anyone else is on there lets be moots 🥹💛💙 bluesky @ nixcloud
thanks for reading - Nix
Valentines WIP
Will Byers x Mike Wheeler | M | 4k
Tattoo artist/piercer Will x Author Mike this is part of a longer oneshot im working on inspired by my valentines byler post x pathetic mike with confident will, but they really are freak4freak here! very light D/S here. Will is piercing mike! tw: needles, pain play-ish? As usual this is a WIP some/all of this is subject to change! see end more more authors notes!
It felt like an eternity since Mike had found himself seated nervously on the black vinyl client chair in Wills tattoo shop. This wasn't the first time in the 5 years since Will became a tattoo artist and piercer that Mike had agreed to let Will work on him. He was sporting several ear piercings, and had a few beautiful, but small, pieces of Will’s artwork inked on his body. All of those had been his own idea.
But this one, this one was Will's idea. Mike’s leg started to bounce uncontrollably. If the private room wasn’t so damn small, he would’ve been up and pacing already. Was about to have a go at it anyways when the door opened. Will carefully rolling in a sanitary pierce tray.
This job had done wonders for Will's style, and it was a wonder Mike could look directly at him without falling to his knees. Today was no different, his boyfriend confidently entered the room with black jeans that hugged his thighs, torn up to expose slivers of his tan legs. He wore a boxy black band tee tucked into a studded belt. A thin silver chain that was beyond worn out dangled from his neck in contrast to his beautiful high quality earrings that dripped from his perfect piercings. Showing off his hard work where his hair tucked behind his ears and had more recently been trimmed into a softer curtaining bang then his original bowl cut.
Will carefully dropped a hand onto Mike's thigh, rubbing gently to sooth the restlessness. But it wasn't nearly enough.
“You think this is a good idea?” Mike blurted out, making Will scrunch up his face in fond exasperation.
“Of course, that's why I suggested it in the first place. “ Will responded amused. And far, far too casual for Mike's taste.
The shorter man began to fuss with the tray instead of continuing their talk, acting as if Mike wasn't about to completely spiral out. Which felt deeply unfair considering Will was not the one about to have a needle shoved through him.
Will was carefully sorting out his tools, giving Mike's growing panic nowhere to go. Sure, Will had done this dozens of times. Panicked clients were probably normal. But Mike wasn’t just any client he was Will’s—
A sudden metallic clank interrupted his thoughts and Mike shot out of the chair. Will's soft hazel eyes widened in shock.
“Sorry!” Will held up a horrifying silver torture device. “Sorry, I dropped this against the tray.”
“What the hell is that?” Mike demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at the metal death trap.
Will’s eyes shifted between the dark haired man and the tool in his grasp, clearly trying to decide how to sugarcoat it. “They’re just clamps.” he said finally, tone careful and still far, far, too calm, “They help keep the piercing straight.”
Mike blanched, “But you didn’t use those any of the other times!”
“Well, those were ear piercings, Mike. This is… obviously different.”
All the blood was draining from his head, and he wished he could just say this was a terrible idea, but Will had been the one to come up with it. He had never led him wrong before but…This was a nightmare. A well lit nightmare, with excellent music, and his extremely hot boyfriend narrating it.
He was allowed to panic about this. He was going to panic about this. He was starting to feel a bit…. fuck i might faint.
“It's ok! I won't use them!” The shorter man surged forward, wrapping both hands around Mike's arms. Holding him up and rubbing little circles with his thumbs. It felt nice, and even more nice was that awful metal thing was now nowhere to be seen. “You ok?”
The unspoken you don’t have to do this hung in the air between them. But Mike did want to, he was just…
“…you said it's going to hurt right?”
Will smiled at him softly. “Mmm, I’ll be very careful, but so far you have thought all of your piercings hurt. And this one—”
“Hurts.” Mike finished, wincing just voicing it.
The brunet gave him a little reassuring squeeze, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Mike’s bitten lips. It was nice, his mouth was a warm familiar pressure, and Mike couldn't help but melt into it. Let some of the adrenaline leave his body so he could be guided back into the high client chair. He scooted back on it sideways. Legs over the edge to his feet could be grounded.
He wanted to panic more, but then, there between his spread legs was his boyfriend wrapped up in those ripped black jeans. A warm hand caressed Mike's sharp jawline as Will leaned in for another taste of Mike's lips. This time it was no simple brush together. Will pressed into him, tongue tracing the seam of Mike's lips, before slipping inside. Will kissed him like he had all the time in the world, every movement slowly going deeper.
Mike sighed into it helplessly, long pale fingers curling into Will's shirt. Tugging him forward so they were flush together. Will hummed pleased. Nipped at his lips in appreciation, before his hands began to roam. Caressing Mike’s sides until his fingers hooked lightly into the hem of Mike’s shirt, tugging expectantly.
Will pulled back so he could speak every word into Mike’s wet lips.
“Ready? You're a good boy Mike, you can take it.”
Mike’s face bloomed with a red hot flush. “Good boy” ringing in his ears and making saliva gather in his mouth. Will might have been between his legs, but Mike was the one pinned down. Trapped by Will’s sultry half lidded gaze. His own dark brown eyes reflected back at him.
Mike nodded, mouth falling open slightly as Will began to lift his shirt. Warm fingers ghosting over the plane of his stomach. Usually Mike preferred his shirts to be a bit more form fitting, but Will had told him to pick something flowy today, which is how he ended up in his soft navy blue t-shirt that he usually reserved for sleeping. And it felt like he was being unveiled beneath it.
A wash of goosebumps rose over his skin as he lifted his arms for Will to finish unwrapping his canvas.
“There we go.” Will whispered, punctuating it with a kiss. Pulling away far too fast, and Mike found himself chasing that plush bullying mouth. The shorter man huffed a small laugh at Mike's desperation for more. Embarrassed he hunched forward, black curls flopping forward over his flushed face.
At this new angle he could see the pierce tray more clearly, watched as a set of black gloves was lifted from the surface. There was something about the professionality of it all, something about watching that black latex snap into place around thick wrists that sent a whole new wave of heat going down the opposite direction. Mike swallowed thickly.
Jolted back upright when the cold press of an alcohol wipe was on his chest. He hissed through his teeth as Will dragged it across his skin, just barely missing his nipple.
“Warn a guy.” Mike managed, beginning to squirm a bit, but Will just smiled down at him. Continuing to prepare. It was nothing improper, but when that cold wipe finally brushed over his nipple mike couldn't help but gasp at the sensation.
“Your so sensitive mike” Will’s voice had dropped an octave, repeating the motion again.
Mike couldn't help but dig his teeth into his bottom lip, muffling the sounds that were about to spill out of him at the attention.
“But that will be perfect for today.” Will leaned back, and his pupils had since overtaken his hazel eyes. A slight flush dusting his tanned cheeks.
“Yah?” Mike breathed, whole body on fire.
“Yah.”
Gloved fingers dragged up Mike's sides, a trail of goosebumps in their wake. But this time didn't stop, didn't hesitate, as they rubbed against the pink buds on Mike's chest.
“Nghh!” Mike gasped. And the touch didn't stop, pressing in deeper, the light scrape of his nail dampened by the latex.
“Yah, you have to be hard for this piercing.” Will whispered almost to himself.
“Stop teasing!” Mike whined desperately.
“I'm not, when they are hard the skin twists.” Will pinched the nubs between his fingers, twisting sharply to demonstrate “I’ve got to prepare you so everything lines up properly.
“Ahhh!” Mike moaned, couldn’t stop his back from arching into Will's mean grasp. It stung, and he felt his cock twitch pathetically beneath his jeans.
“You want to look pretty with all the jewelry nice and even right?” WIll crooned at the reaction.
Mike nodded weakly, leaning in closer begging for any more attention, those hands, a kiss, anything, he needed more!
“Good boy.” Will captured his lips, hands still between them, rolling the pink buds beneath his fingers. It wasn't enough, it wasn't the warmth of Will's bare skin, or the wet press of his tongue, or the sharp scrape of his teeth. It wasn't nearly enough, the words to beg for more sat on Mike’s tongue, got tangled up in the wet heat of Will's mouth until all he could do was moan and pant at the pleasure that was building behind his navel. It wasn't nearly enough.
Mike yelped at one particularly rough pinch, unable to stop his hips from bucking up, seeking more friction. Chest pressing up, needy against those fingers.
“Will!” Mike gasped desperately, didn't care that his voice was loud enough to be heard outside the room. Had never been any good at volume control, and Will never seemed to mind much. Will drew back from his lips, and any other day that would have meant Mike had been a good boy about to receive his reward, that hot mouth on his chest.
But today wasn't any other day, and he couldn't help the disappointment when the shorter man ignored his burning arousal in favor of taking a marker from the tray. Mike's hips twitched in frustration, jeans too tight.
Will's smile had never looked meaner. Bully.
“You’re so needy,” Will said lightly. “I’m just trying to do my job.”
Mike chewed his lips, let his head fall back, he couldn't take this. Will's eyes roved over his bare chest unashamed, taking in his handiwork, the way the flush had bloomed down Mike’s body, the dusky pink of his nipples. He was being devoured by that gaze.
Mike was halfway to sliding off the chair and instigating something even less professional when he saw the shift happen behind those hazel eyes. Will started looking at him like his next artwork, no less devoted, or hungry, or in control, but much more measured. Will was back on the job.
It was mortifying really to be so over exposed under that gaze, in the private rooms of Will's work place, being another one of Will's canvases to paint as he pleased. Mike let it happen, trusted Will to use up all his blank space.
Will leaned in carefully to mark the piercings on Mike’s chest. Avoided touching with his hands as much as possible knowing Mike was too worked up not to arch into any new touch.
Then he stepped back completely, analyzing the placement for a long moment. The urge to squirm was back, and he fought it. Knew this part mattered, that Will would care far more than he did if they weren’t straight. Would beat himself up over it.
So Mike swallowed and stayed still. His whole body burned with the need to move, the effort of not doing so.
Will’s gloved hand cupped the soft mound of his chest, black latex stark against his flushed pink skin. The overhead light was too hot, making sweat gather at Mike’s hairline, the brightness casting harsh white reflections off the gloves and the metal tray beside them. Will picked up a long, hollow, needle.
They’d done this a million times before. And yet it felt terrifyingly brand new. Mike’s heartbeat began to get louder in his ears. Thundering so hard he wasn't sure if Will was giving him instructions.
Mike wanted to flee far far away from Will’s shop, wished they had just stayed curled up in their bed that morning, listening to the cough of their barely working heater, and the neighbors arguing through the walls. Legs intertwined beneath their too thin blankets as Mike, without even opening his eyes, brushed Will’s hair from his sleeping face. Wanted the first thing he saw to be Will's tanned cheeks catching the morning sunlight. Wanted to count every mole and freckle until the shorter man woke up and was a million times more awake and alert than Mike ever was before noon.
Mike exhaled slowly through his nose, eyes squeezed shut. Desperately trying to hold onto this soft memory. The hand on his chest squeezed, and dread dropped into his stomach, his leg immediately starting to bounce, restraint snapping.
“You can't move, baby.” Will said firmly.
“I know, I'm trying not to.” Mike pursed his lips, eyebrows pinching. It's not like he wanted to be scolded by Will. God this was ridiculous. He opened his eyes again to take in the soft honey warm features of Will's face under the work lights. Mike dug his fingers into the chair, feeling it welt under the pressure, but still his leg bounced anxiously.
Will sighed, letting the needle drop onto the tray again.
“Maybe you should lay down?” Will offered. But that sounded worst, felt like laying down his heart would beat so hard, his whole chest would be lifting off the dam chair. Will snorted at whatever contorted expression Mike had on his face.
“Ok, ok,” Will patted his bouncing leg fondly. “Lets try this then,” suddenly both of his thighs were being lifted into Will's gloved hands, fingers spreading wide beneath him, wide enough to hold each one solidly in the palms of his hands before tugging Mike forward with a little yelp. Mike’s jeans slid easily against the vinyl as Will manhandled his legs up, settling them around his waist.
Reflexively, Mike crossed his ankles behind Will’s back, long limbs threatening to dangle otherwise. The soft muscle of Will’s waist securely in his grasp. This position was familiar, and embarrassingly he felt safer knowing he could just squeeze the man between his thighs closer at every biting touch of the pierce tools. Mike closed his legs tighter, testing it out.
Will dragged one soothing, controlling, hand up Mike's thigh, not stopping as it came up to give a comforting squeeze to Mike's bare waist.
“See I'm right here with you baby.” Will whispered, “Now be good and stay still for me.”
Mike swallowed hard and nodded, throat tight. He closed his legs just a little tighter.
Those hands were back to groping at his chest, sending little jolts of pleasure down his spine. He was glad Will hadn't asked him to relax because there was no way. Still, Mike did his best to hold still
Will’s ministrations tapered off and he took up the needle again.
Mike let out a shaky breath as Will pinched at his chest once more, inspecting the dusky bud. He rolled the flesh carefully between his fingers until he seemed satisfied with the position. Mike squeezed his thighs in response, desperately fighting the urge to arch forward.
Oddly the brunet didn't acknowledge it at all, absorbed in his piercing process. He just kept looking back and forth between the little black dots he had marked onto Mike's skin. Distantly, Mike wondered how often Will did this without those torture clamps. Distantly, a thrill of pride curled through him at the idea that he was the only person Will had ever done this piercing on just using his hands.
“Take a deep breath for me.” Will commanded steadily, the sharp tip of the needle hovered a millimeter from Mike’s skin
“Ok here we go.” Will Warned, “exhale for me in 3, 2, 1—”
“Ahh—!” Mike wheezed, fingers clenched, and toes curled. The needle was white hot. Shooting through him, punching a hole in his sensitive chest. His legs locked tighter around Will, pulling him closer. Vision whiting out at the intensity of it.
And then it stopped.
“I did it!” Mike gasped in disbelief “It’s done?”
“Almost. We just need to put the jewelry in.” still sounding far to calm.
His throat closed, that meant the awful sharp needle was going to get pulled out of him. He glanced down before he could stop himself and immediately regretted it, lightheaded at the sight of a long thin needle suspended through him.
“Will, I—” he choked.
But he was shushed gently, a finger under his chin re-directing him to the shinny barbell in wills gloved palm. It was smooth and simple, except instead of the standard starter beads, on either end there was a small sparkling diamond set into a smooth silver ball. So delicate, and honestly, pretty.
“I picked these out for you.”
Mike’s eyes snapped up. Will looked almost shy now, gaze flicking down and away.
“I dunno, maybe it's too much…” Will said quietly.
“No! I love it Will! Really I—" Mike took the jewelry into his own hand. They weren’t diamond-tax-bracket people, and he knew Will had been picking up extra shifts lately. Usually starter jewelry was just cheap sterile things, but his boyfriend had picked these just for him, "I think it's pretty. Thank you.”
“Cool.” Will breathed
“Really cool.” Mike responded softer.
Wished he wasn't so painfully aware of the needle inside him, and afraid of jostling it, because he wanted to lean in and kiss the other. But still he stayed put.
Will carefully threaded one end of the barbel into the needle. Every movement tugged on the sensitive raw flesh of Mike's chest, making him whimper in the back of his throat.
Will stayed focused, leaning in to watch his work from mere inches away.
“Ok baby, stay still.” Will sounded breathless, but there was no time to comment on it as the needle started to slide backwards.
“AH!” Mike’s legs clamped around Will's waist again, “Mphhh” the painful pulling sensation wracked through him. It didn't stop, punctuated only by a slight popping beneath his skin as the metal jewelry entered him, sliding through him with a deep, aching pressure. All the muscles in his body clenched. Will pinched the flesh surrounding his abused nipple, fingers brushing over the overstimulated skin as he threaded on the diamond end bead. He took an extra moment there, eyes lingering on the newly pierced, bruised and abused, nipple in his grasp before finally looking up at Mike.
“You okay?” he asked, scanning his face.
“Yea, I'm cool. Cool. Yeah—ha—totally fine.” Mike babbled. Furiously trying to blink the wetness from his eyes.
A palm pressed flat against his tender skin, soothing away some of the bruising ache.
“Can you do one more for me?”
Mike wanted to scream ‘NO’! His chest still burned, heat blooming painfully under Will’s hand. He had thought that once the first one was done the second wouldn't seem quite so scary, but boy had he been wrong. Will would stop if he wanted, he could probably even convince the shorter man to do the second one at home on their couch. But Will asked if Mike could do one more for him. And Mike was quite certain he could do anything for Will.
So Mike nodded, squeezing his eyes shut.
The adrenaline from the first side did nothing to dampen the pain on the second. Will again took his time lining up Mike's flesh.The needle burned through him something awful. Too much to handle, his whole body rejecting it. Resisted flinching by continuing to crush his boyfriend's waist instead. But Will didn't comment on it, just let his taller love cling to him desperately.
When Mike peaked his eyes open again, Will’s attention was completely encompassed by Mike's chest. Enamored by the way Mike’s skin turned red when it was bullied and the noises that Mike couldn't hold back. Eyes too intent on watching the needle work through his tender flesh. Will bit his lip as the barbell slid through next, breath hitching just slightly as he secured the second diamond end.
Then his hands covered both piercings carefully.
“Done.” Will purred “You are such a good boy, Mike.”
And that made it all worth it. Hot, dizzying pleasure shot through him at the words, stronger and more addicting then any of the horrible burning pain from before. Mike’s breaths came faster. Will’s pupils were blown, tongue wetting his lips as he leaned in.
“So good for me.” Will repeated.
Mike surged forward, desperate to connect their lips again.
“When did I say you could move?” Will teased, but didn't stop him. Just reached behind Mike’s neck. Latex glove sliding against sweat damp skin as he pulled Mike in the rest of the way
They met in an open mouth kiss, already breathless. Mike loved it, loved the way their lips moved, loved the wet, obscene sound when they broke apart only to shove back together. His body felt so heavy now in the aftermath of panic. With every press of Will's mouth Mike wanted to sink farther back into the chair, dragging his boyfriend down with him.
Will pulled Mike's bottom lip between his teeth before starting to work down the side of Mike’s jaw. Not stopping till he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh behind his ear.
“AH!” Mike moaned, oversensitive, every scrape of Will's teeth jostling something deep in his gut. He tipped his head back when the next breath sound escaped him, giving his boyfriend more room to mark his pale neck. When Will’s teeth dragged slowly over his Adam's apple, Mike couldn't help arching up into him.
Immediately hissing, jaw clamping shut as their chests brushed together. The deep throbbing ache of pressure on his new piercings, threatened him with a new wave of tears in his eyes. His hands clenched helplessly into Will’s shirt.
Will pulled back slightly, sighing “You're perfect. So beautiful.” as he rested his forehead against Mike's trembling shoulder. Clearly staring down at the tender pink flesh, and new diamonds decorating it. Mike's body didn't know whether to beg for more attention or shy away from it entirely. The painful ache, and the aching desire tangling together in a messy knot just behind his navel.
They rested against each other for a long moment as they caught their breaths.
“Do you wanna see your new piercings?”
The reverence in his voice only made Mike's body feel even heavier. He bit his lip, the thing was could sorta already see them, and he could definitely feel them. But somehow the idea of being exposed in the full length mirror, under Will's intense gaze, was…intimidating. And frankly, he didn’t trust his legs to cooperate.
He rolled the weird, jittery anxiety around in his head.
But in the same eerie connection they have always had, Mike needed not voice any of it. Will fished a handheld mirror out of a nearby drawer.
“Oh,” Mike breathed.
“Yeah,” Will sounded breathless himself.
Mike squirmed in the chair as the mirror was lifted. “That’s— that’s me. Ha—” A nervous laugh slipped out as the jewelry caught the light just right, glittering against his skin.
“They are cool.” Mike whispered, just as the word “hot” slipped from Will's lips.
Mike became impossibly redder
“Hot?” he choked
But the shorter man just laughed. “Yeah. They’re very hot.”
Mike inspected his reflection, the whole thing a bit surreal. Curiosity got the better of him, and he lifted his hand, trying to touch them as gently as possible
“Ow! Fuck!” he yanked his hand back, eyes watering immediately. “Okay, fuck! Nope! too soon. Way too soon.
Will rolled his eyes “Hands off for the next several weeks, remember?”
Mike groaned and slumped back into the chair, openly pouting. “I don’t like that rule.”
“I know,” Will easily crowed against him “But you want them to heal right.”
Mike sighed, dramatic. “I guess.”
“Well since you have been such a good boy, i think I have something that will make you feel better.” Pressing his palm over Mike's cock, squeezing him through his jeans. Will didn't wait for a reaction before he was popping the button open, and sliding to the floor in front of him.
soft dom Will my beloved little freak and his pathetic dramatic boyfirend! tbh i think a lot of things in here still need work because some of the wording still feels super clunky but idk??? also still working on the characters voices so who knowssssss!? Everything is subject to change esp because this is like the middle of the first half of my oneshot! i had been debating posting this as a stand alone but decided against it so the compromise is yall can have this wip as i work on the rest! this will of course be rated E when it is all finished but for now please enjoy! looking to make more writer/artist friends too so if you are a 21+ byler fan would love to yap!! 🥹💛💙 bluesky always sees my unfiltered byer HC's bluesky @ nixcloud thanks for reading! -Nix
Im so fucking irritated by all the AI byler kissing pictures, stop being such fucking losers.
Get out your pencils and fucking draw yaoi. Literally whats the point of fandom if your not creating? You like a character? Then study their face, pick up a pencil and learn a skill. Contribute something real instead of making fuck ass AI slop.
If ur making AI byler DNI thanks.
yallllll begging on my hands and knees, if ur 18+/21+ pls drop an age indicator in your bio or pinned 😭
i want meet more adult moots / grow r corner of the internet and im out here playing detective with vibes and whims!! 😔
when it comes to byler, i love confident Will because he survived being kidnapped/tortured, and then found out how to accept himself and his past, canonically. and i like pathetic mike because this nerdy mf was too awkward to say i love you to his girlfriend of YEARS, canonically.
confident will because he didn't fucking survive all that for nothing. and pathetic mike because he is so down bad and has no idea how to handle it normally.