bottom will collection for my perverted ass
this is like if i had a porno collection but instead of porno magazines it's byler ao3 fanfics with the tag #bottomwillbyers
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Oh, Mike!” he gasped, clawing desperately at the pillow and Mike’s arm, “We— We’ve been at it… for,” he trailed off into a garbled moan. Mike’s grip tightened on his neck, moving Will’s body for him.
“Not long enough,” Mike insisted, shoving Will’s face down into the pillow.
“Mike! Lemme— Oh my— Ah! Sensitive! Dunno if I—“ he cried incoherently, “Fuck! Mike!”Mike shushed him gently, clearing his hair from his face, “Just one more for me, baby, okay? You’re taking it so well for me.” Mike rose to his knees, hauling a boneless Will up with him. He thrust all the way back in, eliciting a high-pitched scream from Will, “Shh, Will, just one more time. Just for me, sweetie… please?”
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almost 5k words of pure byler smut!!
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Will Byers runs a licensed boutique bakery where the top-selling item is pastry glaze made from the slick of Omegas in heat. He keeps his own body heavily medicated on suppressants—especially around Mike Wheeler, the corporate Alpha who comes in every morning just to buy black coffee and stare at him.
Will wants to confess, but he freezes every time. Desperate and exhausted by his Omega’s constant pining, Will finally breaks. He stops taking his medication, gathers his own raw slick, and bakes it into a custom batch of pastries that he hands to Mike as a gift.
It works a little too well;
"With your slick though, right?" Mike spoke, his eyes flashing with a sudden, intense heat as he trapped Will against the stainless steel counter. "Bet you fingered yourself and put your slick into the cake mixture for me, didn't you, princess? Answer me."
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Mike came up behind him, arms sliding around Will’s waist as he rested his chin on his head. “What’d you get?”
Unwrapping the package revealed a small, cheap-looking stone lamp, the kind of thing you would see in a souvenir shop. A tag dangled from it with handwritten text: "Makes your wish come true!"
Will laughed, turning it over in his hands before showing it to Mike. "Yeah, right."
"What would you wish for anyway?" Mike asked, pressing a kiss to Will’s temple.
Will leaned back into Mike’s embrace, feeling safe and happy. He looked at the lamp, then at Mike, then back again, a playful thought forming.
“Hmm…” He pretended to think hard, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “The only thing that could make me happier than one Mike Wheeler… would be two.”
POOF!
Or: What if Will got to spend his birthday being destroyed by two Mike Wheelers.
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a collection of lawless byler art
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The Hunt is carnal. It is a total submission to one's baser instincts, to be fully consumed by hunger and lust. Not one group of predators uphold the tradition of the Hunt as highly as the wolves do. It is ingrained deeply within their culture, a time-honored practice that must be undertaken at a young wolf's coming of age.
The forest is a bounty waiting to be pillaged. Prey animals cower in fear, feeling the electricity in the air. When Mike finally turns eighteen, the Hunt begins.
Or: Wolf!Mike hunts down Bunny!Will and feasts on him carnally. 🐺🐰