#spicy byler hcs

[astronautunderwater]

What Will does that turns Mike on and vice versa?

There are probably so many things but I'm gonna do one hc of each:

One thing Will does that turns Mike on is wearing glasses while studying - Mike thinks it's incredibly sexy when Will focuses on his school work and has glasses on looking all smart and intent. (Ever since Will learnt this he started going to the library when he actually needed to focus on his studies for hours.)

And one thing Mike does that turns Will on is playing the guitar - Watching his big hands move along the neck and sound hole and his long fingers plucking the strings... yep, Will is a goner.

[castlebyersafterdark]

yes mikes an ass guy, but he's also very much a thigh guy

(A day at the lake. And later that night.)

Mike can't believe his luck sometimes, as he watches Will from across the grass. That's his best friend, the love of his life. Sweet. With the capacity to snap a cutting remark, to tease and twist words with an ease, an art. He always says Mike's the one good with words, but so often Will leaves him speechless, breathless. Now is one of those moments. He can't get over it. Will's standing by the picnic table, leaned over the old wood as he flips through his sketch book, glancing through his work from the morning so far. The pages are full of interesting trees along the lake and some sketches of the old abandoned dock, but mostly Mike. All of his sketchbooks are littered with Mike. He's wearing his green shorts. Tight, lined with yellow piping. Barely covering the curve of his ass. Showing off the thickness of his tanned thighs. They're a little shorter than he'd normally wear, but this section of the lake is isolated. They're alone. That's the point. And Will likes to tease. He knows Mike loves to watch him.

He's well aware that he's being observed as Mike struggles to set up their tent for their impromptu camping trip. It's nice to sneak away, find time for themselves. A little hidden slice of the world, away from crowded houses and an escape from basements and bedrooms and the cramped backseat of Mike's car. None without merit, but none provide freedom. It'll be different when they leave for college at the end of the summer. For now, the lake. Will leans further against the slightly broken wood of the picnic table and imagines the eyes that are burning into the back of his legs. He shifts his hips. He never used to feel this confident. Everything about being with Mike leaves little room for anything else lately. It's addicting. Will hums and chuckles to himself, not having heard the hammer against tent peg for a while now. How long until Mike snaps?

Not long.

Mike's on him moments later, arms around his waist, lifting Will off the ground breifly in a somewhat possessive hug before dropping him back down. Will adores when he does that, makes him feel wanted and loved. Mike laughs into his neck and presses kisses where the sound touches first. Firm, but soft. Humming into his slightly sweaty skin from the summer heat. It's the reason why he's wearing so very little to begin with. Mike lost his shirt first, and his bare chest presses against Will's own slick back as wandering hands trail from hips up his sides, fingers gentle before they fall dramatically to his ass, giving him a rough squeeze as he bites at the back of his neck. Will involuntarily squeaks from the sudden motion and spins around, pinching Mike in the side in retaliation. Mike squirms but then brackets Will against the table once more, hips pinned to hips.

"You are ridiculous," Will chides with a fondness so deep from within, and leans up to steal a kiss. Can't really steal what's freely given, but he steals another, too.

"Hmm, title belongs to you. These shorts, Will. I swear you do this on purpose."

"Of course, I do. What am I doing, though?"

Mike hopes he doesn't fuck this up, and take the risk. He scoops Will up, arms under his legs, and deposits him on the table. The old table groans under his added weight. Will immediately winds his arms around Mike's neck, legs around his body, and draws him back in, mouth hot against his own.

"Distracting me," Mike says into his mouth, kissing him open and biting, bottom lip between his teeth, pulling away to press several small kisses to his upper lip and the mole that resides right above it. "Tent's never gonna get built at this rate."

"We have time."

Will wraps his legs around Mike's hips tighter and traps him close. Not needed. In no world would Mike try to get away. He places his hands on those thighs and feels the smooth skin under his palms, drags his fingers through downy hair and teases along that yellow edge of the flimsy fabric.

"Maybe if you'd help me," he squeezes the supple flesh, like his large hands are mapping and molding it to his satisfaction, "it would get done quicker."

"I wouldn't really know what I'm doing," Will adds with a flirtatious lilt, and scoots closer, barely contained on the edge of the table.

Mike's weight keeps him sitting, pressed together from chest to groin. His feet are crossed at the ankle, behind Mike's own legs. His thighs clench around Mike's body and he gets another deep, lingering kiss for his efforts. Sitting like that, Will still has to look up a few inches to see Mike eye to eye. They pull apart with a wet noise, and Will beams, chin on Mike's chest as he squints up. The sun is behind Mike's head. It's hard to look at him directly. Will nuzzles into his chest, kisses a slow line down the center of his pecs until he can't lower his head further. His mouth drags lightly up the path in reverse. Mike's breath catches. Will's thighs tense again as Mike slips his hands briefly down the back of his shorts, kneading once and bring him closer still.

"You know what you're doing. You absolutely know what you're doing."

"Fine. Have it your way." Will pushes forwards suddenly and lands on the grass, bare feet hitting the ground. "Let's build it."

He trots over to the half dilapidated tent and shoots a look over his shoulder to Mike, left standing with whiplash.

---

An hour or so later, full of bickering and little arguments laced with laughter, and more distracted bouts of handsy grab-ass and traded kisses - the tent was secure along the tree line. One less thing to worry about. Mike's next worry is finding the self control to not immediately pounce on his tempting, unfairly hot boyfriend currently tanning by the water's edge. He's laying on his towel, fresh from a quick dip in the lake. He'd neglected to change into swimwear and the green shorts are dark with water and cling to every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination, basically painted onto his skin. Will's head is pillowed on his arms and his satisfied grin rivals the laziest cat, stretched along a cherished sun spot. Mike shakes his head. Ridiculous. Genuinely ridiculous. How is this his life?

He's recruited to help apply sunscreen as Will tans and the game continues. Doesn't know what he's doing, psssh. He knows. He's cruel. He's so fucking sweet. Mike gets to run his hands freely over Will's body and he wants nothing more to pull the shorts off entirely, press him into the grass and dirt and embrace the primal side that flares up from deep within from time to time. Take what he wants, given willingly. Will feigns innocence but he shifts against the ground and spreads his legs just enough to make Mike's voice catch in his throat at the sight. When Mike's finished with his back, he turns to Will's legs. Traces the toned length of them with his hands again, rubbing in the white lotion until it blends into his skin, leaving them shiny and smooth and so nice to map, again and again. He doesn't need that much sunscreen, the sun's on the descent anyway. Doesn't stop Mike from applying more lotion to his hands and passing across the smooth backs of Will's thighs again, tracing the soft inner portions that the sun wouldn't even hit, carding up the flesh that's slightly clammy from the cool lake water, ass perky and softer still under the edges of those shorts. Will adjusts yet again and dips his back slightly, an exaggerated curve as he lifts back against Mike's wandering hands. Will moans into his arms and Mike flops down next to him.

"Mmmm, Mike. Why'd you stop? Felt really nice." His gentle complaint is borderline a whine.

"Because I don't think I could stop myself if I kept going." Mike stretches out, and mimics his position. "Rain check for later."

"What happens later?" Will teased. He loved riling Mike up. It was so easy. He faked a yawn, not his best performance but it did the trick. "Feeling kinda sleepy. Might turn in early tonight."

"Are you kidding!? That's the whole reason we came out here!"

Will let out a laugh at Mike's gentle outrage. Like he genuinely could resist him, either.

"The whole reason? Maybe I just wanted to work on my tan. Mission accomplished."

"Oh, that's right. Of course. And having me put the tent up was just for your sick amusement to watch me struggle."

"I needed something to entertain me."

"I love you but I'll throw you back in the lake. No hesitation."

Will cracks an eye open and smiles, expression a challenge, a dare. It's not taken. Mike moves close, sides pressed together as he inches across the edge of the towel that Will's hogging. Their feet kick together as they lay on their stomachs next to the lake, soaking up the remaining sun rays in late afternoon. Will pouts, not unhappy, but willing Mike to read his mind instead of genuinely asking for a kiss. He's too content to make the effort to move and strain his neck. Mike complies immediately and cranes over, gives him a wet peck before falling back onto his own arms.

They tease each other and lay close until the cicadas start singing, having talked through the early stages of sunset. Times like that, they forget how easy it is to lose track of time and get lost in one other, conversation flowing as easy as the summer breeze. There was no rush. Not for the moment.

---

Will's back arches as Mike touches him again, hand dipped under the hem of his shorts, slightly uncoordinated as he groped at his clothed cock while he mouths hungrily and presses kisses to the inside of his thighs. Theyre spread out inside the tent, sprawled over sleeping bags and illuminated by lantern light. Will gasps as Mike's teeth graze his skin again, biting and kissing and biting again, sucking bruises into the soft, pale parts of Will's inner thighs. He loves marking him up, seeing the reminders bloomed under his skin the next time he buries his face between Will's thighs. Hickies rarely have enough time to fade before Mike revisits them. Will's the artist out of the two of them but Mike takes pride in the colors he paints on such beautiful skin.

"Mike, Mike. Please. Here," Will begs and guides Mike's hand from out of the bottom of his shorts to where he's shoved them slightly down and pulled himself out, hot and hard and leaking with needy attention.

He loves the teasing, the harsh kisses and teeth embedded in his skin, but he's been pent up since the picnic table. Worse off than Mike's desperation. Mike needs no further instruction and seals his lips around Will's exposed length and sucks him down, bobbing and moaning as Will whines high and breathy underneath him. He slides his hands under Will's shorts again, both palms splayed wide against his cheeks, tugging his body closer as he sucks him. Will's thighs tighten as he feels the pleasure building, pressure threatening sooner than he'd like. It had been a long, teasing day. And Mike was relentless. Will comes down his throat, thighs so tight around Mike's head at the peak that the sounds he makes are muffled as plush muscles hold tight to his ears. Mike loves how Will sounds lost in pleasure and misses them. But, the night's still young.

"Holy shit, Mike. Get up here."

Mike crawls over his body, hovering above as they exchange a kiss, sloppy presses of tongue and lips as they share the taste of Will's release. Will inclines on his elbows and pulls away, smirking as he reaches a hand down to palm at the pronounced bulge in Mike's underwear.

"Loved that, but I meant bring me this," he teases, stroking the shape of him through the fabric, fingers lingering on the outline of the head where he's so wet and sensitive. Mike groans, mouth falling open at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut as Will tries to work down the boxer briefs one handed.

"Will. God, hmm, fuck. Ok." He takes a breath, takes the plunge, and asks, "Can I try something else?"

"What do you want to do?"

Blushing in the low light, he asks Will to turn over. He complies, allows himself to be moved and positioned how Mike wants him. Face pillowed on elbows, chest flat, ass raised. It's still a little weird, still a little vulnerable when Mike asks him to turn over like this, but he trusts him. He always makes him feel good, feel wanted. They've been trying a few things, explored with tongue and fingers a few times. He's still so shy, almost embarrassed by his pleasure. But Mike gets him through it. Mike always takes care of him.

Mike's got his hands on him again, always grabbing him like he doesn't quite know what to do with all that skin, with the permission to feel up all that pliable flesh. Will's heart races as he let's himself be played with, still finding it thrilling that Mike desires his body in such a way that he doesn't even know where to start with him. He jolts as a hand comes down hard on him, palm loud against his right cheek. The sting is lessened by the fabric, but with little recovery as Mike follows with his mouth, delovering a moan and a bite. Will can't help but giggle into his arms as Mike traces down the seam of the shorts, dragging his finger over his approximation of his hole, lingering a moment. He's correct and Will whimpers. Mike doesnt know what he wants, but he wants. They haven't done that yet but he wants to. They haven't really talked about it yet. Not in detail.

"You look so good like this, baby. So good. Don't even know," Mike begins to ramble as he gets up on his knees and presses his aching cock to the clothed swell of Will's ass, sliding fabric to fabric.

The friction is nice. Skin would be better. Being inside would be otherworldly, he knows it. Not yet. Not tonight. His mind swirls with ideas, though. He works them down and pulls off his briefs, completely bare while Will remains in those tight green shorts. Mike pushes at the fabric, watches as it clings to skin as he moves it higher and exposes the bottom curves of Will's ass, so incredibly soft. He presses forward, cock hard and hot against the inside of Will's bare thighs. Will doesn’t know if he wants to close his thighs or spread them. He doesn't know what Mike's thinking.

"Wanna fuck you. So bad, baby." Will's voice catches in his throat at the deep reverb of the statement, unsure how to respond. There's the clarification. He doesn't know what to say. It's the first time he's heard it so blatantly from Mike. "Can I? You can keep these on."

He snaps the elastic band of the shorts against Will's waist, where he's pushed them to ride up in want of exposing more ass and thigh. Will groans in confused arousal as Mike's cock slips against him again, barely more than a passing caress against his own trapped dick, rapidly filling up again under the intense attention.

"Mike? What? I don't... I'm not sure I'm ready to, you know. Go all the way right now?"

He feels embarrassed as he says it, red faced buried in his own arms. Mike leans over his back, presses reassuring kisses to his heated face and neck, the parts he can reach, and wraps his arms around him in a soothing, grounding embrace.

"I know. Me either. I kinda want to try something. I don't even know if it'll work." He kisses Will on parted lips once he turns his head to the side. The angle's awkward but he can't move away until he really kissed him. "Do you trust me?"

"I do."

"Cool. Here." He hold his hand out, under Will's mouth. "Spit."

Will does it without really questioning it, something deep within him churning with strange arousal at complying immediately to the odd request. Mike does the same, lets his saliva join before wrapping his wet hand around his cock, spreading his palm along his length. It's all he's got to ease the way, but he doesn't think he'll need much.

He presses forward, cock sliding between the channel of Will's thighs. As he moves, he pushes them closer together, trapping his cock between the supple skin, thrusting slowly to test, in and out. He moans low in his throat. It's so fucking good. Oh. Will understands with a thrill, and instinctively closes his thighs tighter, muscles tense as Mike fucks him, clock slipping hot between his skin slick with sweat and spit. Not what he was expecting. But he likes this. A lot. Mike's hands seem enormous as they grip his hips and alternate between holding him firm and steady, or slamming him back harder to meet careful thrusts.

"You could have taken my shorts off. I'm ok with it," Will says as Mike holds his hips even tighter. The band is digging in his skin, sure to leave a deep impression from the sheer strength of the grip Mike has on him. He hopes it bruises.

"That's okay. Like them on you."

"What is it with you and these shorts?"

"You've seen yourself. No way you're this clueless. Haunted me for years, ohhh."

The word years rattles around in his brain as Mike falters in rhythm, barely registering as he's pushed further into the sleeping bags, shoved flat as Mike pulls out of his thighs and finishes hot against his back with a strained, stuttering moan. Another first. Will liked that, too.

Mike flops down beside him, a repeat of their positions earlier by the lake. Out of breath and feeling a little awkward, Mike watches Will's expression, unsure what to say after his little adventure.

"Was that ok? I don't know what came over me. Kinda weird, I guess."

"Well," Will started with a light sigh, mirth quirking the corner of his lips. He brushes the sweaty strings of hair from Mike's forehead. "At least I know who came over me, though."

Mike stared at him, mouth agape, as Will turned his face into his arm and laughed quietly with embarrassed glee.

"Holy shit, Will. Wow. Wow." Will continued to laugh, but turned in his arms, exposing one eye to take in Mike's expression, full of fond disbelief. "Uncalled for, hate you so much."

"No you don't," Will sing-songed.

Mike leaned in and pressed a loud, smacking kiss to his equally sweaty forehead. "Yup. Guilty. Huuuuge liar. I fucking love you. You're incredible. Are you... sure that was ok? I mean -"

"Mike. It was great. Kinda loved it, to be honest. And I love you, too. We should lose the shorts next time, though."

"Fine. I guess."

"Can you maybe take them off me now? You didn't, um, didn't get it all on me."

"Yeah. I know," Mike admitted with the audacity to appear bashful at the admittance.

"Gross."

"Yeah well, you liked it."

"True." He sat up, grimacing at the feeling of cooled, drying come on his back, and was struck with an idea. "Hey. The lake's right there. If you want to..."

"Yes. Hell yes. Bucket list item!"

"Skinny dipping is a bucket list item?"

"Totally. Let's go."

He was out of tent and half way to the lake before Will could even ditch the shorts quickly enough for him to finally see him out of them.

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[beaubyler]

Finn pics have me freakin so I'm indulging in a hc I wrote a while ago

Mike realizing that Will kind of sort of (definitely) has a thing for being manhandled and carried around so he secretly starts going to the gym and building some muscle

Imagine Will's surprise when he's making out with Mike one night and suddenly he's pressed against the wall and lifted into Mike's arms, an undignified squeak escaping him.

Mike would be smug about it too, smirking into the kiss while his large hands cup Will's ass and thighs, providing support for Will with such ease that it has him tightening his legs around Mike's waist and whimpering

But like also Mike would be too cocky with it and try to carry Will to the bedroom, only to drop him bc he's still built like Gumby 💔 its okay though he more than makes up for it later! and Will can't wait to watch how Mike's body grows stronger, to see his muscles grow more defined and put them to the test in the bedroom ;)

[pluralbyler]

just to spite certain people /aff

i want will to initate everything sexual because mike never got past the holding hands that gave him butterflies or soft kisses that make him giddy and just- never remembers sexual stuff exists bc WDYM I CAN CUDDLE HIM FREELY NOW?????????

[romainlettusdinnerparty]

do you find yourself thinking about byler sex more with them in early relationship years or as experienced adults? I find both so so hot for different reasons but lately I've been loving older byler!

omg anon thank you so much for asking about this,, its such an interesting question to me!!

I will admit I think I am slightly more basic when it comes to this, at least currently, and do really enjoy the uncertainty and tension of exploring their early relationship. I love the idea of them having different boundaries, even after they start having sex, that they don’t think the other would cross. obviously their bond is so tight and unique and they love each other so much but at the end of the day they are both very insecure teenage boys who are growing up in a time period where gay sex is viewed as probably more “dirty” and “wrong” then even some of the previous decades, just due to the AIDs epidemic. and while i think this would happen with emotional boundaries as well, i think the sexual aspect of their relationship and the things they explore would feel almost delicate? like they both never thought they would get to have this, that they would be able to touch each other at all like this, and now that they do have it they don’t want to do anything, or ask for anything, that might make them lose it. one wrong move and suddenly it’s too dirty, suddenly it’s too gay, and that’s it, they’re over. and they can’t have that. and i really love the angst that comes with that and being able to navigate what the other person enjoys while they are both actively holding themselves back in fear of losing each other.

one of my favorite examples of that type of thinking from them is when it would come to mike bottoming. to me, I imagine when they start having sex, it’s will who ends up bottoming and mike who ends up topping, mostly because of mike’s more active role when it comes to their relationship. mike is the leader, he wants to be useful, i think he would view topping as a way to very actively give will pleasure. and i think in turn that gives him pleasure but first and foremost he is able to feel useful and needed and the like because he gets to have such an active role pleasing will. i think that he is going to be curious about bottoming from the get - will looks so good, so beautiful and overwhelmed with how good it feels, who wouldn’t be curious about that feeling? but i think he would be scared will wouldn’t want that from him. receiving takes a certain amount of vulnerability, and while it definitely doesn’t have to be a less active role, it can absolutely default to that. after will’s whole van speech we know how much will values mike’s heart and how him being open and loving is his strength, is what makes him a leader, but i think mike believing that will would enjoy a more passive side of himself, where he isn’t necessarily doing a lot of the work, where he get’s to lie there and look pretty, where will gets to actually be inside of him, something so vulnerable, would be hard for him to grasp. i think just as a person, mike thinks he always has to be doing something, being useful, to be loved, and i don’t think he would automatically think that this would be something will would want from him. and that especially - the not believing the other person would want certain aspects of themselves, that there are lines they are not willing to cross, that would be one step too far, that would ruin the whole thing for them - is such delicious angst to me. because!! 9 times out of 10 they will prove each other wrong!! i don’t think there are many things they wouldn’t try at least once if they knew the other would find pleasure in it!! and them learning that about each other, and becoming more accepting of their love for each other because of how open minded they are when it comes to that is so exciting and lovely to me and does make me emo to think about!!

there’s also this weird aspect of their relationship in it’s early days that i think i probably enjoy more than most? and its this idea that i think they would actually be sexually incompatible in some ways. there’s something about the idea that every single one of their wildest fantasies line up completely that feels very, like,, fantastical to me ig. but the idea that they can both have these secret little kinks or even just positions that one of them is into and the other one either isn’t really or is just kind of indifferent to that feels so grounded and sweet to me for some reason? probably mostly because i think they would always try and meet each other in the middle!! and even if one of them presents a kink that the other one isn’t into they would never lead with any judgement. they fit so perfectly in so many ways i just think its really touching that there are obviously going to be some differences that they won’t always align on but that that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other any less, or that means that they suddenly aren’t the perfect person for each other - they are going to face little challenges here and there and them finding ways to compromise and even just enjoy the pleasure their partner is getting out of something and that being the only part of it that’s doing anything for one of them, is so so special to me.

i will say, i do not think about older byler nearly as much as i should, especially seeing as i get very excited i do have a thought about them, so i would love love love to hear your thoughts on how their sexual relationship evolves once they know each other so completely. do they still find ways to surprise each other or at this point have they explored every little facet of their relationship, how does this change their dynamic? would love to talk more about that so i can get more thoughts of my own!! thank you again for asking me about this and thx for anyone who has stayed around till the end of this,, wow do i love to ramble lmao

[bylerfields]

i think they are overall just a makeup sex having couple 🥺

whether will is at fault and it’s mike worshipping will’s body up and down to ensure will knows he’s not mad anymore, or it’s will being cheeky and talking dirty to get mike’s mind off a little conflict.

or mike is the one who messed up and it’s will telling him to shush and lay down, it doesn’t matter and will still loves him, or it’s mike grabbing will’s waist and pulling him into a hug, kissing him sweet and slow and whispering i’m sorry and how can i make it better?

they are both so incredibly down and it’s what makes them special 🩵

who is more likely to initiate byler makeup sex?

Please note that the purpose of this blog is not to be creepy or to make anyone uncomfortable. That's why I created the #spicy byler tag (I will tag all polls with this). If you don't want to see this blog or anything related to it on your feed, please block that tag. Not everyone is comfortable with this sorta stuff, and that's okay.

[astronautunderwater]

This is how byler workout would go:

Mike sees Will doing squats. Will sees Mike doing hip thrusts. They decide to combine those two.

Great workout!👌👍👏

[castlebyersafterdark]

Mike playfully slapping Will’s ass while Will is cooking in the Kitchen

You bet he does. He's getting his hands on that thing every chance he can:

Will's trying to cook dinner. He's got music playing, swaying his hips as he sings under his breath while stirring whatever's on the stove. He's not a great cook, but Mike's no better. What Mike is good at is distracting Will. And vice versa. Mike walks into the kitchen and sees Will leaning against the counter, with those hips moving back and forth like a tractor beam. Mike walks by and gets a good slap across, innocently leaning next to Will to inspect the pot, all while Will gasps and jumps in place, with an indignant "Mike!" after the palm strikes him. He's not too bothered, as indignation immediately turns into giggles at the sight of Mike's cheeky grin. They lean together like magnets over the hot stove, kissing as the steam from the boiling water warms their faces, though Will's is already flushed. Kissing leads to handsy distractions and they burn dinner yet again.

He's running late for work, but Mike has the day off, able to sleep in. But Mike wakes up anyway as he hears Will rummaging around in their bathroom. He gets out of bed and peers through the slightly open door. Will's on his hands and knees, looking for something under the sink, ass in the air. Not much different than how he looked the night before when Mike thoroughly fucked him into the mattress. It's so natural for him, Mike muses, and counts himself lucky that he gets to have that man all to himself. God, Will always looks so good, so tempting. Can't help it, it's right there in perfect position. Smack, followed by an ass grab, and Will groans from his position on the bathroom floor. He cranes his head back, one eyebrow raised as Mike grins down at him, toothy and conspiring. Will cannot remember what he dropped and was looking for in the first place. He stands up and leans on the counter of the bathroom, still looking at Mike and not saying anything. Mike leans in for a long, lingering good morning kiss and Will presses back into Mike. He can feel that he's hard against him. Will's hard too. "We don't have much time. Can't be late again." Mike kisses his neck and hooks his hands in the waistband of Will's pants, works them over his hips, down over his perfect ass. He's still a little red from the night before, where Mike's palms had struck over and over as Will asked for more, more, more. Again, again, moaning until incoherent and sobbing into their pillows. Mike's hands are gentle in the morning, soothing and worshipful as they run lightly over the soft, heated skin, cupping the shape of him with both hands, squeezing as Will whimpers. He wants to feel the reminder all day at work, his dirty little secret. Will whispers for more, in the same tone of voice from the previous night, and Mike asks for reassurance. Will nods and sticks his ass out further. Mike complies. Once, twice, three times to each cheek, then drops to his knees to spread him wide and lick him open again. Will's late to work. He doesn't care.

[loodppaz]

Stranger Things Headcanons

Just so y’all know where this blog stands, feel free to follow or block as you please

The Spicy Six:

Steve is Bisexual. I have no solid hc’s re:gender for him, but I’m always a fan of trans headcanons

Eddie is Gay, or at least Not Attracted To Women. If you’re coming here looking for Hellcheer content, this is the WRONG blog for you, my friend. Anyway, I usually hc him as trans but I don’t care too much either way.

Nancy is Bisexual. Again, no opinion on any gender interpretations for her.

Robin is a Lesbian, obviously, but I’m a big fan of She/They Robin, so... there’s that.

Jonathan is BiroAce, and this is one headcanon I will fight for. Also he’s trans, of some flavour or other, idc.

Argyle is Pan, and uses any pronouns.

The Kids:

I don’t have much to say here, both cuz they’re very much Children, and I don’t feel super comfortable shipping kids, but also I don’t care about the gremlins the way I do about the older teens.

El is nonbinary. That’s as in depth as I’m gonna go for any of these.

Max is something, IDK, but she probably likes El.

Lucas is Bi, just cuz I like the idea of Steve being his Bi Mentor.

Dustin is Ace and at least Arospec.

Will is gay, again, obviously, which is why I DON’T ship Byler, BECAUSE-

MIKE IS A TRANS GIRL. I HAVE HAD THIS HEADCANON SINCE SEASON ONE AND BY GOD I’M NOT GONNA LET GO OF IT.

I’m not doing Erica, that kid is too young, I’m not comfortable saying shit about her. She does need some serious character development re: her blind faith in American Capitalism tho.

The Adults:

I don’t care. Hopper is a fucking cop, and Joyce is too much of a Mom-With-A-Capital-M. She’s def an Ally tho, no matter what.

Anyway if you’re gonna come in my notes to argue or talk shit, just block me. I don’t care, I’m not gonna care, and I will block you just as easily. Oh, and one more thing:

Billy was a racist, creep, and abuser, and I’m glad he’s dead. Die mad about it.

[murdockiplier]

my st relationship hcs

• steddie try to hide it, they really do, but literally EVERYONE knows

• eddie and chrissy are in a qpr

• st*ncy remain friends but not close ones

• ronance actually manage to pull off the downlow relationship thing for a while

• jargyle literally just start making out sometimes and everyone just started to catch on that they were an item and not just two very homoerotic bros

• elumax is a platonic throuple but max and lucas are romantically involved

• dustin and suzy stay together forever because i said so

• robin and vickie are in a qpr

• byler try so hard to keep it a secret but murray keeps hinting at it so much that mike just blurts it out one day

• the spicy six minus st*ncy are all extremely close

• they all go on triple dates a lot

• jargyle and steddie try to do a foursome once but they all just ended up cuddling and smoking

• speaking of which steddie and jargyle smoke together ALL THE TIME and then ronance eventually joined their smoke seshes

i'll add more as i think of them

[romainlettusdinnerparty]

same anon! rly like your thoughts and rly love the topic of boundaries I think that's so realistic, as simple as even will accepting himself earlier on and explicitly knowing where and how he might like mike's dick, for example, might make him think it's "too gay" when he finally gets it and it's hard to be open and honest, even with so much trust.

I see what you're saying with the mike bottoming point, I'm also a huge fan of him not staring off doing it and then being curious too, it's just more different than him btming right away, that feels like him for sure. he enjoys the feeling. I really understand your point about mike feeling the need to be useful or needed (and always hope he gets to work on those insecurities!) but I also like the thought that he simply enjoys the act of topping despite any initial insecurity? I feel like actually enjoying the position goes unsaid a lot in gay sex discussions, it's often focused on bottoming, but I see it for him. his confident era! it's not a chore or he doesn't secretly not like it. maybe it stays his preference after bottoming too if they'er not 50/50 switch but regardless of that I agree he would be too curious not to try! and yes to will being willing and them both trying things or working on that sexual chemistry.

I think I started answering your question in my own ramble, above is how I do start to see their dynamic evolving. they experiment but have their preferences. I think maybe they switch more as they go? but if one had a preference it wouldn't be uncommon to roll with that either. ik some people are very into the dominant and sub dynamics in the sexual world but I don't see byler having one dynamic their whole life. like when I see talk of mike staying sub and being dominated with no control in bed his whole life I just don't vibe with that, it feels too fantastical and lowk I can't see will sticking to dominating so constantly. those dynamics are not vital to sex. I like them to have a variety even if they have a preference. now that I'm talking about it though for will's sub moments I do like that hc that he helps heal his trauma and has control/power by letting go and being submissive or trying bondage, he's been interested for years but scared because he thinks he shouldn't be into it. I think that spices things up and is good growth for him. maybe they do explore every facet like you said and know what works/doesnt, very common for gay men then to let off that repressed pent up energy with an active sex life! I think they have ways to surprise and keep it spicy because their adult life isn't just one routine and there's sudden opportunities to be spontaneous, maybe that's a basic answer sorry but when you think about it for byler specific scenarios do start coming to mind.

thanks!

oh i love everything in here, not basic at all, and if anything is basic its because its a good take!!

i love everything you’re saying about mike also just enjoying topping, like it’s definitely not something he secretly hates or is only comfortable with it because he’s insecure and thinks will wouldnt want something else. i think it should also be said that mike needing to feel needed and useful is not always a bad thing and we see that in why him and will are compatible just emotionally as well. will makes mike feel needed and useful, and while he should learn that he has value outside of that i don’t think learning that lesson would ever make feeling needed feel bad for him? i think that’s applicable here. first of all topping probably just feels great for him but he also loves to be the one causing such pleasurable reactions from will, he gets to be in control of that pleasure will is receiving. if will wants to feel like that, mike has to be the one to provide that. it’s crazy that he can do something - thrust at a specific pace, a specific angle, say something just right - and it turns will into putty in his hands, he gets to do that to him. and that will never lose its effect. ( i think it also has to be said that mike can’t not enjoy topping with will having the ass he does,, that’s just not a thing) i really think that mike would enjoy bottoming and it would be insanely vulnerable for him and outside of his comfort zone but i don’t think that means he would enjoy topping any less because of that.

i totally agree with you on the sub vs dom thing. i think it’s very fun to explore but it’s such a drastic contrast from their every day that i don’t think that would ever be something they are going to naturally fall into on the daily without any outside influence. i think there are gonna be some days where will is feeling like he really needs to get dominated by mike and some days where he looks at mike and really wants to dominate him, and same goes for mike. but i also imagine sometimes sex is just really not about that for them - they’re a team, they work together to make each other feel good and i think that’s what a lot of their sex would end up looking like. that might be a very vanilla take but idk i just don’t see everything being so intense with them at all times. so totally agree with you with will’s trauma though and leaning into that in a safe, controlled environment. i imagine, with the childhood they had consisting of otherworldly monsters, they both have kinks and interests that arise specifically because of that and they’re able to find enough safety in their relationship and in each other that they can explore. and you’re so right,, their adult life won’t just be routine, they’ll go through new things, have new experiences, and want to try new things!! and when they are completely settled in their relationship, trying those new things will always turn out at least a little good because they know each other and how they tick!! even if they don’t exactly like everything they try, they love each other, and how they make each other feel.

thank you thank you thank you for all of your thoughts, and if you ever wanna send me more about those specific scenarios i will be all ears!!

[spicybylerpolls]

It is genuinely ASTONISHING to see how many people are against your blog because they believe “it’s bad/weird to fantasize” or they say stuff like, “analyzing is fine. fantasizing is evil.” Actually fantasization is a divine gift, a spiritual experience, one of the best things we can do as humans. And most clearly Bylers agree!

They spend all day fantasizing about Mike and Will holding hands, going on dates, kissing, even ‘making out sloppily’ but the second we on the spicy side say that we want Byler to fuck, people start freaking out. How dare you fantasize?

Stick to analysis, freak.

Can someone please tell me why sex is such a big weird scandalous taboo? Have we gone back in time? Is this an evangelical youth group? Is this Catholic school? Are we Mormons? To fight back, some say, “Oh I’m not fantasizing, I’m just exploring the character dynamics” as if fantasizing will implicate them as some kind of dirty rotten sinner, as if this is some kind of gotcha that will expose fandom nonces.

But I don’t get it. I’m doing both, unapologetically! I’m exploring Byler’s dynamics, just like we do with ever other HC and canon analysis point, AND I’m fantasizing about them fucking like rabbits until the end of time, just like we fantasize about how the Byler kiss will go or how Mike will finally admit his sexuality.

Last time I checked, sex is part of sexuality, it’s literally in the name, and it’s a Divine Gift. Mike and Will are not disembodied beings who only want to hold hands and look at flowers all day. They are gay teenage boys who are sexually ravenous for each other. It’s clear this era of Puriteens didn’t devour Reddie or Stenborough smut under the covers while giggling and kicking their feet. And none of them would have SURVIVED the Harry Potter fandom.

The other side of this are the adult fancops who are siding with the puriteens and constantly trying to cancel Bylers for thinking unholy thoughts. You can only think analytical thoughts while wearing suits and taking cold showers. Meanwhile 65% of the fandom is openly attracted to Finn, and I’m supposed to be gaslit into thinking this doesn’t translate into their experience actually watching the show? I’m supposed to believe they watched him drool over Will’s ass and then said, “No, he didn’t do that”?

“But why aren’t you fantasizing about adult ships like J0pper or JAncy or or or-”

Because I don’t care about them? No offense. I’ve never read J0pper or JAncy fanfic in my life. And this isn’t J0pper Tumblr? It’s Byler Tumblr. I’m a Byler and naturally I want to see my favorite characters rail each other romantically? And it’s very, dare I say, unnatural and unrealistic when you read fanfics and Mike and Will kiss each other and don’t so much as get a boner. One boner?

I’m so tired. It’s utter gobbledegook.

Especially giving the context of what Stranger Things and Byler represents, it’s so obvious that sexual exploration is the natural evolution for these characters in their arcs in Season 5. Self-actualization and an embrace of the queer experience in all its sensuality and beauty.

The shame WILL be on the other side.

yeah, all great points! I think people get overprotective and hyper-vigilant, and they want to make sure they're taking a strong stand against their nebulous, exaggerated, hypothetical image of the shadowy "30-year old creep" getting off to Byler smut in a dark room.

but you're right that all Bylers "fantasize" about many things, even those most vocal in the analyze-only movement. technically all of Byler is "fantasizing," since they aren't together yet and they are fictional. we're all just envisioning scenarios and situations!

for some reason tho, people are chill with people daydreaming about every romantic scenario imaginable and chill with people conjuring up sad, tragic, angsty situations involving Vecna and bullying and pain. but sex? no. sex is shocking, alarming, and frightening.

also, this is definition of fantasize:

there's nothing inherently creepy about that definition. It's neutral.

[castlebyersafterdark]

Will's wardrobe always having his little matching belts is such an important, noticeable little detail and mike needs to grab will by the waist and remove one in season five 🤭 Just saying

[castlebyersafterdark]

Inspired by the facial hair, Mike not shaving/being so busy he forgets to and he’s in a gooooood mood when he wakes up. The first time he wakes Will up when he forgot to shave, it was with soft morning kisses which quickly turn heated and when he trails the kisses down Will’s neck, boy does Will loose it. The shivers from the stubble scraping his neck followed by soft heated kisses, he can’t get enough.

Needless to say Mike absolutely does this a few more times.

🥵🥵🥵 This is it!!!! YES.

It starts off just as an occasion where Mike lets it go for a few days. One lazy day leads to another leads to several more skips. His beard grows in a bit, the stubble more pronounced than a day or two ignoring it. And he kinda likes it. Wakes up first one morning, as he usually does. Hand running over his face as he groans and stretches out the sleepiness from his body. His facial hair slightly rough against his palm, finally a bit filled in from what he can tell. Hears Will stirring next to him, his back turned his way as he nuzzles back into his pillow, whining a bit. Will must have opened his eyes, displeased to encounter the morning sun. He's so cute.

Mike slides over, wrapped around Will's back. Breathing in the scent of his hair, always loves the combination of lingering fancy hair product and sweet sleep sweat, hair tickling his face as he shifts as close as possible. And Will shifts back into him, seeking his warmth. Kisses to his neck. Soft and sweet. Paired with the gentle but coarse scratch against sensitive skin. Will makes a please little noise and tilts his head up, silently asking for more. Warm kisses pressed to skin, the pass of a cheek against his soft neck. Will full body shudders at the feeling of the stubble. Mike's never felt like that before. He really wants to see. But Mike kisses down further, pulling the blankets down to expose Will's bare shoulder, where more scratchy kisses are placed.

Dipping under the covers as he turns Will onto his back to trail kisses down his chest and stomach, smiling at the breathy little moans as Will enjoys the sensation of soft kisses and the heated scratch against his skin. Mike indulging a really slow path, knowing they have plenty of time that morning. The best is the attention between Will's thighs, where the kisses grow even more heated, his most sensitive skin of all.

Soft lips, sucking bruises, running the coarse morning beard against skin that's alight and ready to all be tasted in darkness under covers. This new feeling and sensation is addicting and clearly Will's into it. His hand is in Mike's hair, alternating between petting and pulling it. Driving him wild and Mike may embrace the new look. Hasn't even seen himself in a mirror yet. Doesn't matter. He doesn't need to see. Will likes it, at least the feeling of him. Will sounds so pretty and his thighs are spread wide, twitching as Mike shifts focus and takes him down his throat to start the day with a treat for them both. ❤️

[castlebyersafterdark]

writing an actual fic about it, but i'm obsessed with ideas about the formative teenage experience surrounding your first car:

- car guy mike! he gets a car junior or senior year and is so so proud of it. of course he drives will to school. and everywhere. he loves opening the door for him, like his smitten nerd ass will speed up ahead to open the door for his boy. will insists that this is unnecessary but he blushes so much every time. -will being the ultimate passenger princess. is there any question? affectionate arguments about music choice, but all will needs to do is pout and bat his lashes and give mike those big brown eyes and he gets his way every time and happily turns the radio to what he wants. feeding mike snacks and drinks on their long roadtrips, doing his job well 😊 -there's a far corner in the hawkins high parking lot, where it's shady under the pine trees. mike parks there, so he and will can sneak off during study hall (or whenever they can't stand it and need to get away) and make out and just have a moment alone. they had to find a new spot after too many close calls in the bathroom stall or their friends almost walking in on them holed up in the AV room. -mike and will love going to the drive in theater. they're both such cinephiles and are torn between actually watching the movie playing on the big screen and scrambling to get into the backseat of the car. mike rarely lasts once will starts trailing a hand up his thigh, higher and higher until he's the first one to break and mike pulls his teasing hand to where he wants it. just kissing and kissing over the center console until they get sick of the gear stick getting in the way, or knocking an arm into the steering wheel horn. -late nights, driving around hawkins. kissing at every red light and stop sign, safe in the dark. mike, usually in such a rush otherwise, dreads the shift into green once the red light turns and he has to pull away and continue driving. red lights are never long enough when will is sitting in his passenger seat. -the awkward coordination the first time things get heated and clothing gets removed. getting tangled up in their garments, long limbs cramped in the small space, but that just means they get to stay as close as possible. laughter when will's laid out on the backseat and they're kissing and grinding and getting lost in each other, and will rolls slightly to the side and ends up halfway stuck between the seat and the floor of the car. it's embarrassing and then it's funny and then it's something else entirely when they reconfigure and shift just so, finding an interesting, wonderful new angle. -lover's lake is too well known, and the cops routinely check the quarry. instead, they drive down the long roads through the fields and farmlands, out to the outskirts of hawkins along the woods, or hidden on dirt roads on abandoned properties. it's summer and the windows are down. they've neglected the radio that night, with the only sounds being the nighttime crickets and cicadas and mingled, heavy breaths and the continuous little whimpers from will as he rides mike, legs splayed on the backseat and mike's lap. this is the only place where they can both be truly, completely alone.

😘

[castlebyersafterdark]

byler in such a horny state they are just gnawing at each other, like nom nom, no words only primal desire

Primal desire to the max. Obsessed with the idea of them just holding onto each other, hands grabbing, they're so into it, kissing and kissing and tripping over stuff, crashing into a wall. Will gets so weak in the knees about it that Mike has to pin him there before he slides down the wall. Hips pinned together. Mike holding him up. Maybe after Mike's been filling out more, getting stronger, he can actually hold Will up against the wall, legs around Mike's waist. Will holding on and clawing at Mike's back, his hair. They're barely even kissing each other. Biting, panting breaths, so hard against each other it hurts.

Mike dragging Will along through their house to the bedroom, and Will's clumsy and he can't keep up because he's so fucking worked up, trying to keep his arms around Mike. Mike just turns and scoops Will up over his shoulder, then tosses him on the bed. Eventually as they're pulling clothes off, things tear. Will whining as he watches a seam pull and the buttons snag from one of his favorite shirts and Mike just kisses him to stifle the whine. Hard. Teeth and grunts and a long moan. The sound of something breaking as Mike flings a shoe somewhere in their room. More laughter at that, morphed into a sharp gasp as Mike latches his mouth onto Will's neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin so hard it's like he's trying to feed off his blood. Will's hand clenched so hard in Mike's hair to keep him there that it's going to hurt so much after they're done, but for now he can only groan into Will's neck.

Later it's hands on hips, soft skin bruised, Mike still mostly dressed because he couldn't wait. Will on hands and knees, underwear torn in Mike's unbelievable impatience in failing to pull them down fast enough. Hips snapping against his ass so hard it's just as loud as Will's constant, high pitched moans. The jangle of Mike's belt buckle with each wild thrust. After it's over they're just laying on the bed together, breaths heaving, almost bashful in meeting each other's eye. Mike with a slight split on his lip, tonguing at the little bit of blood where Will bit at him too hard. He's grinning wide from the taste. Still mostly dressed but clothes completely askew, pants still open as he physically and mentally recovers from whatever the fuck possessed him to behave that way. Will on his stomach, dazed from everything that just happened. He's got the beginning ring of fingertip shaped bruises on his hips and a half moon circle of teeth imprinted on his ass cheek, a pair to the red hand print from a hard smack on the other. Totally nude save for the dramatically torn briefs that really only gave Mike five seconds sooner to get at him, but it's like that sometimes. His mind and body are buzzing, and he's about a minute out from pulling the underwear fully off, sliding over to swing a leg over Mike's lap, and working Mike up to take him for a ride. No rest at all. He's still feeling completely feral for it. If he doesn't get there fast enough, Mike's got plans to roll over and take him again a second time. Depends on who catches their breath first.