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Will was a romantic.
He had a problem with expressing it for multiple reasons. Well, for one he's gay so his idea of romance hasn’t always the same as the romance dramas his sister mindlessly consumed or his friends who talked about girls like they were just love interests in their lives instead of normal human beings.
For another, his worst problem yet simultaneously blessing was his friend, used to be best friend, Mike.
No, not even the fact that he was kidnapped by an interdimensional monster, Mike is his biggest problem.
It's easy to explain why he developed a love for the boy. He was cute, and as he got older, he grew up to be handsome, beautiful even. Will often found himself thinking about his face as he moved his hand under the sheets towards his inner thigh while the light of the moon stared back at him from the window. Though not only that, he was courageous, caring, always put his friends first and most importantly he looked at and spoke to Will like there was no one else in the room with them. He misses the joyous glitter in his eyes as they discussed a new campaign or when he showed him his art, which Will didn't always find to be all that good, but Mike always did.
And when he stayed by his side during Will’s worsts, during his time after the upside down swallowed him and seemingly never let go, when it became a part of him, when everyone else was treating him like glass or a disease.
He couldn’t help but fall in love.
Yet, he could never put his love into words, never express it in the way he wanted to, either that or Mike was totally oblivious to it to the point it frustrated Will at times. And after lying to him to protect his own ass and being a coward over something he couldn’t face, breaking Mike’s trust over something as stupid as that painting, he sometimes feels like he doesn’t deserve half of the affection that Mike used to give him.
That’s when he decided to give him something. Not only as a confession of love but as an apology as well, something that would show just how much he appreciates the raven boy.
He's an artist, that’s what everyone tells him, his mom, his teachers, his friends, Mike. The logical conclusion would be to paint something again. The brush strokes always embodied Will’s feelings the way he wanted them to. But after their falling out over the painting, he doesn’t want to make the same mistake, he wants something that wouldn’t give him the excuse of lying again in case he chickens out.
He knows Mike loves his drawings, if the smile he gave Will in the van wasn't enough to prove that. Will is aware of that, he hoarded every drawing of his like crazy in their childhood. Nowadays, he’s not even sure if Mike still has them or if they wasted too much space in his room.
Either way, he wanted something that would last.
Lately, he’s been trying out new hobbies to cope with whatever tricks his mind still played on him after his time in the upside down, courtesy of his mom. Many of them never clicked, like cooking or sewing, thus far he has found peace in gardening.
It may seem contradictory for someone who spent days hiding in the dirt, but seeing the progress and growth of the things he plants in his backyard, makes him feel like he’s growing along with them. So, now he’s developed this hobby of gardening. Another “girly” thing about him to add to his repertoire, great.
But flowers are beautiful, everyone likes flowers, he knows his mom does, would Mike like flowers? Do men even get flowers? Wouldn’t this be an opportunity for Mike to get flowers at least once in his life?
Therefore, he decided to grow flowers for Mike.
He already had the Seeds. He found them at one of local markets in a package that showed these beautiful red lilies. When he opened the package, what greeted him was a single strikingly dark red, almost pulsating Seed. Will just brushed it off as his usual paranoia.
He planted it in a little pot next to his window and watered it regularly, always made sure to open the window for fresh air and rarely ever let the blinds down so the sun rays always faced the plant. At first, what sprouted was exactly what was depicted on the package, a small red lily began to appear from the dirt. Will could almost cry, tears gathered at the edges of his eyes, he felt like he just gave birth to a life without actually going through pregnancy. It was beautiful, it was his and it's going to be Mike’s soon.
He was so proud of himself, so much so, he didn’t notice the vines sprouting right underneath the blood red lily.
For months he kept watering it dutifully, up to the beginning of his senior year.
With the threat of the upside down being gone, he continued to have a fairly normal life in Hawkins. He went to high school regularly and struggled with the turbulences of being a teenager. The party still met up in private, though at times everyone was so busy they could barely exchange words in the hallway. And Mike, he didn’t exactly ignore him, they just didn’t talk as much, and Will didn’t blame him. There was an odd tension between them that could be sensed by everybody, even when they were in the same room. They didn’t spend time reading comics or basking in each other's presence anymore, now that Will thinks about it, they haven’t really done that since they were kids.
The flowers continued to bloom.
Meanwhile, his old classmates almost forgot about the zombie boy label that loomed over his head, yet the slurs worsened because suddenly everything was about sex and hook ups. Some closeted guys, Will assumes, even tried to offer him sex for their money. They knew him as the resident faggot and as tempting as it sounded, with some of them being guys Will found at least moderately attractive growing up, moreover the possibility of earning some cash for new art supplies or fertilizer for his hobby; he still couldn’t do it, he felt like he’d be cheating on Mike. He was saving himself for someone he loves, someone that would treat him good. His virginity could only be taken by Mike, even if that might be near impossible.
Even if they aren't together and never will be. He could always offer himself up to the boy during desperate times, maybe Mike could even imagine Will as a girl.
He couldn’t help but hope, as long as he was being wanted.
He just didn’t expect to be wanted by something else.
Will woke up groggily with the feeling of something wet and slimy rubbing against his exposed inner thigh, slithering its way further into his sleeping shorts. He rubbed his eyes with a whimper. At first, he felt embarrassed, he thought he might've wet himself or had another incident with a dream that may or may have not included a certain raven-haired boy. But when he opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, scanning the room, they immediately went wide with fear.
A giant monstrous flower sprouted from his now broken pot, taking up half of the room. It’s several tentacles dripping with slime were getting squished at the ceiling. In the middle of it all was a flower, grinning at him with sharp teeth and drool spilling from its endless mouth, looking similar to the Demogorgon he was all too familiar with. He thought he was still dreaming.
“No- “ his voice wavered.
Will’s body shook with fear and before he could act and run, the tentacle wrapped itself swiftly around his thigh and pulled him from the bed to the floor, hitting his head on the edge of the bed in the process. He yowled in pain and swore his vision blacked out for a solid second. He instinctively put his hand on the back of his head to check for any injuries and was faced with slight trickles of blood on his fingers.
Will was mortified. He thought it was over, the upside down would never get back to him again, they promised. It can’t come back now.
But here he was, staring at another demo flower, or whatever stupid name Dustin would come up with for it, if Will is even alive to hear of it.
Why does this keep happening to him?
The tentacle on his thigh tightened.
Once he recovered from his shock he started writhing, trying to crawl away from the creature, get to the door and call for help. He doesn’t even know what hour it is, whether Jonathan or his mom are even home to help. And El, especially El, she should be able to sense the monster. Maybe he would have to fight back until she comes to save him.
Another tentacle wrapped around his hips to keep him in place and made him face the terrifying monster again, almost choking him with how tight of a grip it had on him. He tried to get it off him desperately, hitting and scratching the slimy object like a wild cat to no avail. He almost wanted to scream but he had no voice left.
Shortly after, a third tentacle neared towards him, sliding itself under his shirt and slowly going up. Covering his bare stomach and shirt in slime, making him wince.
Will let out a confused gasp ”What are you-? “
One of the tentacles slimy suction cups immediately latched onto his pink nipple, sucking on it as if it were searching for milk. He choked out a moan and squirmed. He struggled to get the tentacle out of his shirt but his body reacted involuntarily. It felt good, his nipples were always a sensitive area on his body. He felt his shorts tighten and rubbed his thighs together to get some sort of relief.
The tentacle on his thigh moved again. In calculated movements it slid from his thigh, against the crack of his ass and under the waistband of his shorts. Will started thrashing again, kicking his legs and shaking his head in disbelief, letting out desperate whimpers. Though when he felt something prodding at his hole, he immediately froze up.
“No- please no! Don’t-I'll do anything!” he plead.
Except this didn’t seem to discourage the monster at all, quite the opposite it just edged it on, baring its teeth and producing a copious amount of drool...? Slime?
Instantaneously, Will found himself on his knees again. The plant maneuvering him with impressive strength and swiftly locking his ankles to the floor with more tentacles, forcing him to his knees like he weighted nothing. The tentacle on his chest twitched slightly and he couldn't help but let out a sob at a particularly hard suck.
He held himself up with his elbows and clawed at the carpet, the tips of his fingers almost turning blue. The carpeted floor he was forced to face was adorned with a few drops of his blood from his head injury, he thought about his mom being just slightly angry with him over the staining.
His sleeping shorts were suddenly being slid off his ass down to his knees and his breathing picked up rapidly like he was about to have a nasty panic attack. He cursed his past self briefly for choosing to not wear any underwear that night as the cold breeze hit his already half hard cock and bare ass, it's not like you get attacked by a rapist monster flower every day.
“Ngh-“
Tears pooled at his eyes when the slimy fat tentacle came in contact with his hole again, slowly teasing its way inside with its pointy tip and prying the tight space open.
His lips trembled. He didn’t want any of this, he just wanted to grow a lovely gift for Mike and see him happy. The one he wishes were holding him down currently instead of this monster. Maybe he would be kissing every part of his body, clumsily exploring each nook and cranny they have to offer to each other. It’s how he always envisioned his first time, it’s what he wanted since forever.
Will never get what he wants.
The tentacle didn’t stop when the tip breached his hole, making his breath hitch when it tried to force its thick base further into him. The painful stretch made him panic and he instinctively tries to close his legs and clench on the thing in order to stop it from intruding any further.
“No- wait, ah-stop, it's not going to fit!” Will warned.
Even with the abundant amount of slick sloshing inside of him, running down his thighs and dripping onto the floor, he let out a scream when the lengthy tentacle practically jammed itself into him as far as it could, forcing him to take it and making his knees buckle. Another, smaller one tried pushing itself alongside the bigger tentacle, stretching him impossibly wide.
Will felt so full he could barely breathe. He doesn’t know how his fingers could ever suffice for this stretch.
His loud pants and little sobs echo in the room. The tentacle wasted no time and started moving in and out of his slicked-up hole. The suction holes sliding against his walls with each thrust. Small whimpers of no's and stop fell from his lips, syncing with the wet sounds of the tentacles slapping against his skin. The foreign intrusion was burning him up from the inside, he couldn’t take it, he was finally going to break.
The monster sped up its violation and the tentacle on his nipple moved to the other one. His whole body shook, moving him further and further across the carpet. His knees are starting to burn, going weak from the thrusts and he’s gripping the carpet on the verge of pulling the threads out.
Everything was mucky and disgusting. It’s like he was back in that place again. He felt it everywhere, around him, inside of him. He wanted nothing more but to get away.
Will’s face is fully covered in his snot and tears at this point. Any shred of his perseverance is gone and his painfully hard untouched cock isn’t of any help. He almost feels guilty for feeling good, for liking the burn and complete control the monster has over him, for his body reacting the way it is. He must want this right? He feels so fucked up and wrong but when was he ever normal anyway? The texture of the tentacles and slick leaking out of his hole makes his skin crawl, yet he’s slowly getting used to it all, starting to find pleasure in the abuse.
Suddenly, his pained cries turn into slutty high-pitched moans. God, he really did sound like a slut, it made his head dizzy, it's like his own moans were turning him on. The tentacles are starting to hit all the right places, they jam repeatedly into that small bud of nerves that usually takes Will hours to find with his smaller thick fingers. The stimulation makes his eyes roll to the back of his head and his toes curl. He finds himself eagerly pushing back against the thick thing, sticking his ass out just to fit more inside, he doesn’t even know if that’s possible anymore.
His actions make the monster let out a weird predatory hiss that turned Will weirdly enough even more on.
“S-So good! More...!” he demands.
He’s starting to become delirious. He’s never felt this good but he really hasn’t gotten many good things in life either and his body is incriminatingly reacting to the assault like it's all he ever needed. To get fucked stupid until his brain turns into mush.
For a second, he started to wonder why nobody is coming to save him. They must’ve heard the screams, sobs and growls of the monster from his room, right? Yet, he's left alone, hopeless of any possibility of getting saved. If he's going to die why not indulge? He’s been lonely for so long, yearning for a foreign touch and something to relieve him from the horrors of his mind. He feels like he can get addicted to this. Perhaps he can even imagine it’s Mike fucking him instead.
Mike would never be this rough with him.
“Ah-oh…I can't, I’m going to-...♡” he cries out.
His mouth hung open during the constant onslaught on his prostate that made his thighs quiver. The warm release quickly building up in him, on the verge of exploding. He was going to come so hard he’ll black out. He balanced himself on one hand and moved the other to grip his hard and pink cock. Before he could touch himself though, another tentacle wrapped itself around his wrist and pulled his arm back. Without the support of both of his arms, he loses balance and his head hits the floor with a groan. His head was still pounding from the cut going straight through the back but he’s going to be fine, he thinks, he barely feels it from getting his asshole drilled anyway.
Will is being noisy again, he’s so close but the monster is being mean and isn't letting him cum. He grips the carpet with his free hand and whines from getting his release taken away.
The tentacle on his chest stirs, he almost forgot it was stuck on there, he can barely feel his swollen nipples. It moves up slowly and wraps around his neck making his eyes widen. Is he seriously going to die without getting to cum? Will’s train of thought was interrupted once the tentacle deliciously tightened on his neck, applying the perfect amount of pressure and making his brain go hazy from the lack of air. He's gasping for breath, the dizzying pleasure of being choked and getting pounded into the floor at the same time, coupled with the thrill of the tentacle being able to just snap his neck in half in any minute, made him even harder.
He’s becoming a tentacle hungry whore and he doesn’t even care anymore. Turning from a virgin who would decline any advances towards him a few minutes ago into begging to be filled with whatever monster cum the plant has got. His little stop’s get mixed with harder and he can barely think about what he really wants anymore.
He moans out “Please…please let me cum! I need-ah...“
Will keeps blabbering incoherently and begging desperately for release, clenching tighter on the tentacle. The monster lets out another growl that echoes around the room, never going out of rhythm and fucking into Will way too fast that it shouldn’t be humanly possible in his opinion.
“Ah-Ah!!♡ No, no, no-” he sobs keenly when he feels himself get closer.
With a few more powerful hits against his prostate, Will finally gets what he wants and shoots drops of cum on his chin and across the floor with a loud wail. He comes so hard his balls hurts from the sheer force. He’s crying and drooling, he fears his eyes are going to be stuck rolled back forever and the furrowed eyebrows are going to give him wrinkles.
Soon enough, his deep moans and cries turn into mewls of pain again when the tentacle doesn’t stop fucking into him, slamming into his prostate roughly. He recoils and tries to get away from it, pleading for the monster to stop, chanting no’s like a prayer from the overstimulation.
Will is starting to think the monster wants to breed him full. Is it trying to mate him, is that the point? Do they think like wild animals? He vaguely remembers his time in the upside down when he was younger, when he came home throwing up slugs like something has planted itself inside of him.
More tears fell from his eyes down his cheeks and into his mouth. He looks absolutely debauched with rosy colored cheeks and his usually well put together bowl cut sticking out in all the directions, the bangs practically glued to his forehead from his sweat. He can see it in his small mirror on the wall.
All of sudden, there's a pressure being released inside of him and he feels a different type of warmth spreading deep in his guts. He can feel every inch of the tentacle and if it fucked him any longer, he would probably know the sizes and bumps of the suction cups stuck to his walls by heart. The tentacle moves in and out of him with wet sounds a few more times and suddenly stops. He’s being filled all over, with it seeping onto the floor. He can't help but let out a long drawn out moan from being pumped full with…cum? He doesn’t have time to think about what it might be.
The flower behind him lets out an animalistic growl and practically yanks its tentacles out of him and releases him. Leaving him gaping and leaking all over the floor. He whines from the loss of that delicious stretch and feels his hole trying to close around anything but air.
Will’s legs are shaking when they finally give out. He recoils and curls himself up protectively on the floor, letting out small quiet weeps. Is it finally over? He only slightly hopes so, he doesn’t want to admit to himself that he just had the best and only sex of his life, but he can’t lie to save himself though and it makes him feel absolutely filthy.
The monster doesn’t give him a break. Though, nothing ever does. He's being pulled off the floor again as another tentacle wraps around his waist and lifts him up into the air. Globs of sticky substance splash onto the floor from his asshole. He has lost his shorts and is left dressed only in his oversized night shirt and knee high socks.
He has come face to face with his offender now. The toothy flower looks at him in fascination, at least it would if it had eyes. It even looks like its grinning devilishly at him but it might just be because he just got his brains fucked out and can barely keep his eyes open. The drool on his face is drying and his throat turning hoarse from the different noises he kept making.
The flower lets its tentacles move again, this time directly under him as he’s being held up. Will gets the idea of what the monster is planning immediately. His eyes widen and he whips his head into the direction of its mouth.
“Wait-“ he gasps.
His sentence stays unfinished as it slams his body directly onto the two tentacles under him. It doesn’t hurt as much this time; he’s properly stretched and lubed up with all the weird substances the monster has spilled into him but it still makes him let out a scream.
“It's so big…oh-“ Will slurrs out and grins lazily.
The monster let’s him actually get used to the stretch this time, just letting him hang around a little. He looks down at the bump the two tentacles make deep in his gut, showing on his skin, and presses on it with his fingers. He’s mindbroken by sex, it feels way too good to care about his situation right now.
“Feel it deep inside me...” he’s giggling now.
It starts moving his entire body up and down violently, slamming the tentacles deeper into his body with each trust, almost making him ride it. It moves his body like a rag doll, fucks him like he’s nothing but its cumdump. It’s going for another round and God knows for how many more until his hole is shaped to fit the tentacle like a sleeve. He’s going to be filled and bred properly until sex is all he can think about from the pleasures the tentacles provide him.
Will wonders how much longer he’ll have to hold out until El and the others come to save him before another tentacle slides into his mouth.