eden ✿

I am a proshipper and darkshipper. incest, agegaps, abusive relationships, pedophilia, and rape are featured here

nsfw things aswell

This is all fictional I do Not condone any of this irl !!

ships

henwill (dadson !!), jonwill, stevewill, agegap byler, byclair, madwheeler, jonmike, nancemike, braveheroic, gunwise, willel, madwise, madbyler, willelmike, willelmax, hellwise, hellbike, hopwill, steveholly, agegap mileven

I also love Noah Schnapp so if you don't fuck you

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Will had denied it. Tried to so hard. Anytime Joyce or Jonathan suggested he needed one, it made him grumpy. He wasn't a baby like that. But he was sucking on anything he could find. They had a point.

So when after a stressful visit at Owen's and Jonathan walks by his room and sees Will sucking on one of his pencils, Will gives in.

On the way home from the store, Will puts it in and immediately relaxes into his seat. This is what he's needed. They were right.

He uses it all the time after that. Gets distressed and on the verge of tears every time it seems lost. He felt embarrassed to use it around the party, but they said it was okay. They honestly thought he was adorable with it. Mike was especially attentive.

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By now, Will hadn't used one in years. He doesn't know how he stopped, but he did. And he was in denial. Again. He was in college now he shouldn't need something like that. He shut it down every time Mike started talking about it.

Until one day, he was so stressed about his art projects and his job that he just broke down. Mike found him curled on his side in their bed, sniffling, and sucking on his fingers. Will didn't hear him sigh and walk to the drawer to grab something.

He felt a warm hand wrap around his and it gently started pulling his fingers out. Will whined and looked up at Mike in confusion.

Then he felt something poke at his mouth. He looked down and his breath hitched. It was a pacifier. When did Mike buy that? Why didn't he tell him? Will looked back up and saw Mike's kind, encouraging eyes.

He opened his mouth and let it go in. Immediately his eyes closed and his shoulders relaxed. His mind clearing. Mike fully laid down next to him, wiping his tears, kissing all over his face. "My baby." He whispered while running his hand through Will's hair.

He should've never stopped using it.

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And he didn't. He used it anytime he could. Anytime he just needed to relax. Mike would find him painting at his easel with it in his mouth.

The party were all happy when he started bringing it around them again. They were also suggesting it to him before, and he'd shut them down too.

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Henry tried to suppress the thought all day, but he found himself continuously looking at Will's empty chair and missing him.

This child had grabbed a hold of his heart ever since he stepped into his classroom as much as Henry didn't want to admit it.

His adorable haircut he's sure his mom does herself as his brother has the same. Will's kind smile and his wide beautiful eyes that take in everything Henry says while the other kids at his table mess around. His quiet, thought out voice.

Will likes to eat lunch in his room, trusting Henry for some reason. He probably shouldn't.

Henry found they were quite similar once Will got comfortable enough to talk to him. Not having the best home life, an interest in art, preferring to keep to himself, the bullies.

Henry almost lost his mind when Will told him that the kids pick on him. What he wears, how he acts. That that's why he eats here. How could these rotten third graders pick on the sweetest boy in this school?

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When the bell rings at the end of the day, Henry hesitates for a second while packing up his things, the idea weighing on him. He makes up his mind before he changes it.

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Henry slows his car as the Byers house appears into view, heart pounding. He notices that there are no cars in the driveway.

He knew his mom and brother were busy trying to support their house while his father did fuck all, but it was this bad that they left this sick child home alone? Maybe Henry coming was a good thing.

He walked up the steps, looking around before he bent down and lifted up the the welcome mat, the spare key laying there. Will had told him it was there one day. Henry didn't remember why, but he was glad he remembered Will did. Way too trusting, Henry thought as he grabbed it and unlocked the front door.

The house was still and quiet, as if no one was home. He walked through, smiling at Will's toys scattered around.

He made it to the hallway and saw that all the doors were opened ajar except one. His heart sped up and he wrapped his hand around the doorknob, shaking the thought of 'what the fuck am I doing' away.

He slowly opened the door, peering inside. His shoulders relaxed when he saw Will lying there, asleep. He's okay.

Henry looked over at the front door before he stepped into Will's room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He walked over to the edge of Will's bed. Taking him in.

His chest rising and falling, a whistle in his noise at every breath he took. His covers were up to his chin, his hair sticking a little to his forehead in a sick sweat. Henry crossed the imaginary line and brushed the hair to the side. Will's eyes were fluttering. He must be dreaming.

Henry knew he should leave. Will was clearly fine and that's what he was here to see, right?

But he was all alone. What if he gets worse? He moved without thinking and found himself getting under the covers, pressing himself flush against Will's back. Resting his hand on his tummy. Will was so small compared to him. Henry would be lying if he said his pants weren't a little tight.

He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But the smell of Will was all around him and Will was right here. Asleep. And Henry accepted he was a creep a long time ago when Will grabbed his hand to show him his drawing when all the kids were running out to recess and he felt something in his stomach.

He could make Will feel better. He let out a breath and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Will's temple, as he crept his hand down to the waistband of Will's pajama pants. He pulled them down to his knees and went to pull his underwear down too but felt something crinkly instead.

Will was still in diapers. That realization made more blood rush quickly down south. He carefully pulled it down and ran his hand down Will's now bare, warm thigh. Will inhaled and stirred a little. He would probably wake soon.

Although he was 8, Henry had thought about if Will had started exploring himself yet when he jerked off. He definitely hadn't, he was too young and innocent and Henry wanted to change that. He wanted to show him. To teach him. He already did that everyday.

Henry's fingers were definitely too big for him, so he grabbed Will's hand and stuck two of his fingers into his mouth. He couldn't control the groan he let out as he swirled his tongue around them. It made Will stir again.

He waited for a second until Will relaxed. He took Will's fingers out of his mouth, gripped his hand, and brought one finger down to his little hole.

It took a moment as Henry couldn't necessarily see or feel what he was doing but it eventually slid in. Will whimpered. Henry stilled and looked at him. What a heavy sleeper.

He pushed his fingertip in and out and soon Will opened more to let his finger in to his knuckle and then in completely. Henry moved as slow as he could.

When Henry had Will's second finger in all the way that was when Will's eyes fluttered open and a confused whimper fell from his lips.

He blinked the sleep away, squinting at Henry. "M-Mr. Creel?"

"Shh."

"What're you doin'?" Will asked sleepily as he realized Henry was holding his hand down in his special place. Becoming aware of the intrusion.

"Relax. Just go back to sleep." Henry whispered.

He quickened the pace a little, knowing Will was up now. His own two fingers getting caught at Will's rim.

Will's breath hitched and he whined loudly as Henry gasped at the same time, pushing his fingers in. He was now fucking Will with both of their fingers and he couldn't control his lust anymore.

"Stop it." Will cried quietly, coughing.

Henry had his other hand around his forehead, pressing Will's head back against his shoulder. Will was trapped and too sick to try and get away. He was barely awake and aware, his eyes closing again. His whines spurred Henry on.

He was now grinding his crotch against Will's bottom, breathing heavily in his ear.

Will yelped and Henry felt him clench around their fingers. He was too young to really cum, but the feeling still lightly washed over him. His tightness bringing Henry to his own climax, moaning loudly, pressing his hand harder into Will's head.

He kissed Will all over his face and praised him. Cleaning and changing him when Will peed shortly after. He fell back asleep quickly.

Henry looked back at him from the doorway. He looked a bit messy, but at least the flush could be blamed on his fever.

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Robin noticing Will staring at her every time the party's over there. She wonders if he likes her or if he can sense she's... different. She's heard he might be different too.

So, when he walks by as she's closing, she corners him. He's all flustered, clearing trying to come up with a lie, but Robin's not having that. She wants the truth.

All he can say is "I don't know. I don't- I don't.. think I like you."

"Well... you're not sure. And I'm not really sure. Maybe we could.. help each other out." She looked at him innocently.

Will was cute. And it was cute how much he didn't understand.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Help with what?"

"Uh, help each other..," She trailed off and looked around, "figure out what ice cream flavor we prefer."

Will's eyes widened and he swallowed with realization. "Oh. Um." He looked around the rest of the mall. He was probably already late at being home.

Robin barely tapped her fingers with his, her hand lingering. "It's fine. It won't be long." She smiled.

Will looked back out one more time, then back to her. "Okay."

Robin pulled him inside and shut the gate.

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And it continued for the rest of the summer.

Will still wasn't sure how he felt about her, just that he didn't know about himself and he'd been wanting to try things out.

She was really pretty and though she was more energetic than him, they meshed well together. She sort of felt like an older sister he never had. Which felt weird to think about now.

Robin showed him everything. How he could be pleasured and how she could be pleasured. Sometimes all he could imagine was her hand on him while he jerked off.

What Will didn't realize was how Robin was using him. How she hung her experience over him. How much she enjoyed this. He didn't even consider their age and grade difference.

"Yeah, and I probably shouldn't have." Nancy said quietly.

"Well, you did. And it was Amazing." He sighed and lowered his voice, "Just give it a shot, Nance. Maybe invite me too. We could do them together."

"Whatever, Steve." She breathed. But when she hung up, she looked down and contemplated. Should she?

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After school when she walked through the front door, her hand froze on the door knob when she heard the boys' laughter from the living room. She took a breath and started up the stairs, going quickly, trying to avoid anyon-

"Oh, there you are. Nancy, could you watch Will while I go get some milk?" Karen asked. "I didn't realize we were out until I started cooking. And Mike's insisting on coming and helping me."

"Oh. Um..." Nancy swallowed, her heart pounding. Then she looked over and made eye contact with Will. Is this her chance?

"Uh, sure." She smiled.

"Thank you, honey. It won't be long."

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Now here they were, sitting on Nancy's bed in a sort of awkward silence while she did her homework. Will didn't talk much. You could hear him and Mike talking each other's ear off, but he just goes... quiet when you enter the picture. His presence is felt from how he just stares at you though.

Nancy looked up and saw those big green eyes already looking at her. She sighed and closed her notebook, putting it on her nightstand. Turning and scooting a little closer to him, she said, "Did you know that between you and Mike, you're my favorite."

Will's eyes somehow got wider. "Really. And... do you know what people do when you're their favorite?" She asked, getting eye level with him.

Will breathed in and shook his head. "They.. let me show you. Lay down."

Will's brows furrowed a little, but he did it anyway. Nancy looked him down as he stared up at her. How do you do this? She thought.

She hesitated and then put her hands on his wrists, sliding her hands up his arms, then down his torso. She breathed in anticipation. He felt so fragile under her fingertips.

Will made a little sound. "It's okay." She whispered as she ran her hands up his thighs, over his knees, and down his legs to his ankles.

Now was the decision. She could go through with this or she could just laugh it off and they could go get a snack downstairs.

Nancy wrapped her left hand around his right ankle, lifting it and bringing it to her crotch. Her breath hitched at the contact as Will started wriggling. She moved his foot away as she lifted her skirt and put it under. She was absentmindedly rubbing her thumb on the bottom of his other foot.

Will's wriggling got more intense as he started whining. "Hey, shh." Nancy brought her index finger to her mouth.

He looked at her and did it back. "Shh."

"There you go" she smiled.

"You're okay." She tightened her grip and started moving back and forth.

"Shit." Nancy breathed to the ceiling. She didn't want to admit it, but she's been dreaming about this for months. Ever since Will came over and Mike excitedly introduced him, Nancy was roped in with this little 5 year old. She denied it. Didn't want to be a creep. But with his round head of hair, his sweetness, his little rabbit teeth, those eyes... how could you not want that? Steve was right. This is amazing.

Nancy looked down at Will and saw his eyes starting to water.

"I'm not being fair, am I?" She asked. She scooted closer, pressing his bent left leg to the bed, sitting on his foot to hold him down, and put her hand on his crotch.

Will let out a big whine, throwing his back. "Noo."

"I'm just rewarding you, Will. You're very special."

Nancy pressed her hand down harder, while doing the same with his foot, moving both at the same time.

"Stop it." Will cried. She wanted to stop his protests and kicking, but it added an even better rhythm to her rocking.

"Will, you have no clue how this feels." She moaned.

She started going faster, his crying, his fighting, her gasps, all blending in her ears. The pleasure was too much. It was beginning to feel like too much. It was so. Good. It-

"Fuck!" She cursed loudly as the wire snapped.

"Fuck, Will. Fuck." She rode it out, her hips snapping, mouth hanging open, eyes tight.

After a moment, she opened them and became aware of Will's quiet sniffling. She took her hand off him and rubbed his thigh. She's not sure if he came, if he even could, but she thinks she might've heard a whimper in her state of bliss.

"It's okay. That was so good, Will." She soothed. She took his foot out from under her.

The bottom of his sock was a little damp from how wet she was. Hopefully that dries quickly. She thought.

Suddenly she heard the front door open and Will immediately shot up, opening her door and running downstairs. Her heart dropped.

"Wait. Will!" She called, getting up and running after him.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw him run into Mike's arms, still crying a little.

"Hey, what happened?" Karen asked worriedly.

"Nothing. He just really started missing Mike. You guys got here at the right time." She lied, hoping her mom didn't notice how panicked and out of breath she was.

"Bless his heart." Karen sighed. "Well, dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay." Nancy looked over at him one more time before going back upstairs.

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That night, when she got into bed, all she could think about is how he ran out. What if he tells someone? She's in deep shit. She shouldn't have given in. She shouldn't have done that. But she also found that part of her didn't regret it. Maybe even all of her.

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A week later, when Nancy goes downstairs for a drink, she sees Mike and Will coloring at the table. Will looks up at her and quickly looks back down.

She forgot that there was something else that Steve was right about.