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[wydbyers]

𝙭 byf. dead-dove content. byler centric. will write about almost anything except scatkinks &͟. child p0rnography.

𝙭 info. zero. 20+. any pronouns. my twitter is wydbyers

𝙭 dni. ageless blogs. freakazoids that wanna hate &. people that can't differentiate fiction - reality. i cant control who follows me so read at your own risk.

[wydbyers]

would you guys mind if i write other content asides byler?…

[wydbyers]

𝙭 priest!william byers listening to the wheeler’s devoted son; michael, confess in the confession booths about having sinned.

tw! mike is 22 and will is 35. religious guilt/trauma, age gap, this is a repost from my twitter account.

father!will is seated in the booth, clad in his holy robes before he starts his sermon. the boy on the other side of the padded grail is sniffling back tears. “father, ive committed a sin,” the boy starts & will recognises too fast on whose voice that belongs to.

“pray tell, my young boy, how have you sinned?” he asks curiously, adjusting his robes and letting out a sigh. mike on the other side is debating whether or not to tell the priest, even though he’s willingly gone inside the booth to confess. he inhales sharply, stuttering─

“i-i’ve had unholy dreams about a boy, father. i dream about him, kissing him or being kissed by him… i dream about being touched and ravaged by him… it is a disease father, i know satan himself has come for me─to tempt me… seduce me…” mike whispers the last words under his breath. father will’s eyes dart towards the tiny holes that allow him to peek into the other side, only really catching glimpses of mike’s tongue licking his lips, or how sweat forms upon his creases and rolls down the side of his cheeks.

the father’s chest feels tight & the booth feels impossible small. “i can help you, young wheeler. i’ll help you repent and pray tenfold to our lord saviour. the devil has not reached you yet for your bravery has led you to confess, and for that you will be forgiven by his holy christ,” will replies breathlessly.

mike doesnt ask how the father knew it was him, nor does he question why the father seemed out of breath. instead he closes his eyes, clasps his hands together and mutters a quick “yes father” under his breath before exiting the booth. it was only until after the sermon was mike called upon priest!will, letting mike’s parents know that he had some tasks for their young son to do─to be rewarded with the opportunity to serve god directly, to which mike’s parents did not intervene, only reminding him to be home before 10pm.

and then mike doesnt understand how he ends up in this position, back pressed against the priest’s table, his clothing discarded onto the floor and his cock leaking pre. mike whimpers, eyes looking anywhere but the giant cross on the ceiling that stares directly at him. he thinks, this is his punishment, for whatever wrongdoing he’s done. but if this is his punishment, was the priest allowed to do what was deemed necessary? and was it right for him to be touched by father!will?

mike is touched everywhere by his holy priests hands. shuddering breaths escape mike as the priest leans down and kisses him on the lips, unmoving and unknowing of what to do. father!will’s eyes are open as mike’s are shut tight, just as his mouth was sealed shut. the father was the real devil in disguise, mike thinks.

as father!will snakes his arm in between mike’s legs and wraps around his semi hard cock, catching michael off guard as a gasp escapes him, instantly swallowed by the priest who then sticks his tongue down mike’s throat. mike doesnt thrash around, he doesnt move, really. he lays there and takes it, craning his head to the side when father!will starts to pepper kisses down his neck, eyes focused on the same big cross with jesus impaled on it. his eyes water when he feels warmth around his cock, choking back a moan and slapping a hand on his mouth.

father!will doesnt waver, what his mouth couldnt cover is what his hand wraps around. he’s on his knees sucking mike’s cock, swirling his tongue around the tip, salivating around it. his hand goes in an up and down motion, jerking mike off for the heavens to witness.

father!will thinks mike is the prettiest of them all. has always thought so. has always laid eyes on him every sermon, sees the way his eyes twinkle whenever will talks about the homily. sees his hands fidget. will is infatuated sinfully. if he was to go to hell, he would drag mike down with him. this was the only way he could think so possible. and mike is so pliable; so good, listens to every word and hangs onto every promise. its what made it so easy for priest!will to get mike’s trust. how mike ended up sprawled on the very same table he read the holy bible off of. his eyes flicker towards mike who’s ears are red and face is flushed, who’s chest is rising and falling at a pace, who’s body is sweating from the warm summer heat. yes, the church is empty, but there is a crowd.

the apostles and angels decorate the stained windows, there are statues of holy figures, but the biggest one of them all is jesus christ himself staring down onto the table below. the table father!will is opening mike up on.

mike is loud, unabashedly so, his tears are rolling down his cheeks and he cant hear past the sounds of father!will’s tongue buried in his ass. his cock is being jerked so fast he can only hear the wet and slick noises of what he assumes is the father’s saliva mixed with mike’s dribbling pre. then he hears a shuffle of clothes and a belt drop and mike is manhandled (gently) onto his stomach, where he still finds it within him to silently thank the father. at least this way, mike can only focus on the floor rather than the piercing gaze of the lord above.

a guttural noise is escaping mike’s bruised up lips when father!will is pushing the tip of his cock in mike’s still-too-tight of an ass. his hands grip onto the white lacey tablecloth and he sucks in sharply for every inch the father forces himself inside, feeling his hole being torn apart and his faith in god wavering. mike doesnt register when he stops crying and when the pain subdues because for a moment he is without thought as he drools onto the table and the floor beneath him. the table is squeaking against the floor for every thrust father!will is doing. the tip of his cock grazes mike’s prostate that mike’s chest tightens and his lungs feel knocked out. theres only a series of “ah’s” and the sound of skin against skin that reverberates inside the empty church.

mike can distantly hear father!will whispering into his ear. “i thought you’d be better, michael. better at resisting temptation.” will’s hands are planted on mike’s hips, gripping tight enough to bruise as he pulls his cock out to the tip before slamming it inside again. his tongue darts out to lick at mike’s earlobes, biting softly.

[wydbyers]

heyy r u gonna upload more byler smut?

hii anon, yes i do have a camboy will in my drafts as we speak!! i’m usually a lot more active on twitter thats why i’m kinda lacking here 😭 will post the drafts soon i promise :)

[wydbyers]

i opened anon/non anon reqs for anyone who wants to submit their freaky byler hcs 😆 also because i havent had any muse or ideas lately so i would love for everyone to share :)

thank you so much for the 50 new follows as well! i may be more active on twitter/x which is also wydbyers

[wydbyers]

mike wheeler fucks will byers so dumb that will cant even speak coherent words anymore. his eyes are unfocused, mouth wide open as drool continuously drips from his lips. only the sound of skin slapping against skin and the repetitive moaning that leaves will’s mouth can be heard resonating the room. oh their poor roommates and their poor neighbours. having to hear will get so dumbed down by mike wheeler’s big fucking cock. the only time will forms a sentence clear enough to understand is when he tells mike he’s cumming. thighs shaking and nails digging deep into mike’s shoulders, running down his back. you’d think that was over, but mike’s insatiable! pulling will into his arms as mike repeatedly slots his cock in n out of his hole dripping with fluids… “m-mike pleashhh” the older boy slurs, not knowing if he can take more but how can he resist when mike whines and bites down on his shoulder, rutting like a poor dog in heat, whispering and begging will for more. “one more, please just one more for me baby” it’s a lie and will knows, because mike wont stop fucking him until the sun rises and a new day begins.