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Kinktober Oct 20th: Tentacles [NSFW]

This year @hornedqueenofhell was so kind to make an entire Kinktober calendar. I was a bit busy but I couldn't pass so here is my super NSFW contribution.

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written for Kinktober, prompt: Tentacles Rating: E Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: breeding kink, oviposition, tentacle sex, dubcon, eggpreg, tentacle sex, tentacle dick, monster sex Words: 3444

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Walking at Lovers Lake by night with a stereo and a new cassette is Steve’s hobby.

His neighbors find it strange, but none really care about what he does in his free time and Steve loves sitting near the lake and turning the radio, blasting the music so loudly that the surface of the water ripples, shining in the moonlight. During those nights, when the moon shines brightly over the lake, Steve waits to see him emerging from the lake depths.

A big dark shadow, moving gracefully in the water.

Hawkie, the Lake Monster, that’s what the people from Hawkins call him, but Steve knows better. He knows he has a proper name and that even if he can’t articulate sounds like a human, he can communicate through music, that’s one of the reasons why he always brings the stereo and a lot of batteries with him.

Slowly, the tip of the creature’s head breaks the surface. A mop of dark hair glued to a pale skin. Eyes way too big to be human and a mouth with too many sharp teeth. The creature stares at Steve from the middle of the lake. The shore is too far to see in detail what’s going on in the middle of the lake, but Steve knows that the creature is looking around, making sure they’re alone, and once he realizes that none else is around, he will swim swiftly toward the shore, singing, “Stevie…”

“Hey. Eddie.” Steve replies, stripping off his shoes, socks, and pants to step into the water. The lake water is dark and cold on Steve’s skin. The sharp rocks hurt his feet, but he keeps moving until the water is almost at his hips.

“Stevie…” the creature sings again with his strange voice that reverberates directly in Steve’s mind.

“Do you like it? It’s the last Metallica album.” Steve says, pointing at the stereo that’s still playing on the shore.

“I like Metallica. But I like Stevie more.” Eddie replies, wrapping his tentacles around Steve’s legs and feet. It’s a peculiar sensation feeling his suckers gripping him while Eddie slowly gets up to face Steve.

Half human, half octopus. That’s Eddie, Lover’s Lake Monster.

With pale fingers, he brushes some hair away from Steve’s face, revealing a big dark shiner.

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Steve replies, trying to shy away from Eddie’s fingers, but the creature grabs his arm with one hand and tightens his tentacles’ grip.

“Who?” He asks again, with a ferocious expression.

“My dad. No college accepted me and he wasn’t happy about it. He told me I’m a failure and-”

“No.” Eddie states calmly, squeezing Steve’s arm, “You’re not a failure. You’re perfect.”

Steve laughs, turning his face to avoid Eddie’s piercing eyes, “Well, that’s not what he thinks about me.”

“Stupid. Humans. They are all stupid.”

With a tired sigh, Steve finally turns toward Eddie, “I don’t want to talk about it. Can we ignore what happened? I want to spend some time with you.”

“My place?” Eddie asks, softly, stroking Steve’s head.

“Isn’t it underwater? I can’t really breathe underwater, Eddie!” Steve chuckles.

“You’ll have to hold your breath only for a few moments. And then we’ll be home.”

Steve’s frowns, confused, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come with me.” Eddie whispers, nuzzling at Steve’s neck, “I want you. I wanted you for the longest time and now I think you’re ready.”

Steve knows that Eddie would never hurt him. He’s his best friend. He still remembers the first time they met. He was ten at the time, running away from his house after a big fight between his parents. His mother threw a big glass of red wind at his father who slapped her in the face, making her fall on the broken glass and he grabbed Steve’s shirt so harshly that it tore. Staring at the white piece of fabric, for the first time Steve felt what true terror was. He jumped from his chair, opened the door, and ran into the woods behind his home.

None tried to stop him, his parents were too busy yelling at one another, and he kept running until his little lungs started to burn and his spleen hurt so badly he had to stop abruptly in the middle of nowhere. Only at that moment, did Steve realize he was lost in the woods by night. And he started to cry.

That’s when he heard it for the first time. A soft voice, singing a song he didn’t understand but he followed. It wasn’t a person singing, obviously. It was Eddie, sitting on a big rock, humming between himself.

It was a peculiar first encounter, a kid and a millennial creature staring at each other in windy woods, but that was the beginning of a friendship that slowly evolved into a deep attraction.

Steve knows he must have more than one wire crossed in his mind when he feels a familiar squeeze in his stomach as Eddie licks his neck.

“Come with me.” Eddie suggests again, and Steve nods quietly, enchanted by Eddie’s voice and his moves. The monster swings slowly from side to side, like a charming snake, and Steve really can’t remember why it isn’t a good idea to follow him underwater.

“Don’t be scared. Follow me.” Eddie sings and all Steve can do is obey and step forward. The water doesn’t feel so cold now that Eddie is wrapped around him, his tentacles hugging him tight while he drags him gently toward the middle of the lake. Steve isn't scared. He can swim, he can get back to shore in no time, but he can’t find a single reason why he should.

“Big breath for me?” Eddie asks, and Steve nods, taking a deep breath before diving into the lake’s cold water.

The moonlight shines through the water and Steve can see Eddie’s long white arm wrapped around his waist, holding him tight while he swims deeper and deeper. On the bottom of the lake, there's a big red crack that shines like molten lava. That’s what makes Steve startle.

If that’s lava he will die!

He tries to free himself from Eddie’s grip and reach the surface, but Eddie’s stronger than he’s and he tugs him down, down, swimming exactly toward the glowing crack in the lake’s ground.

Steve tries to free himself once more. He kicks his legs. He screams underwater letting white bubbles of air run toward the surface, but Eddie is relentless. He keeps swimming, even faster now, giving some worried looks at Steve from behind his shoulder.

He’s going to die.

Steve Harrington is going to drown in Lover’s Lake like many others before him. In a few days, someone will find his bloated body floating somewhere and he’ll be just another number in the statistics.

Steve closes his eyes, resigned to his fate.

***

When he opens his eyes, Steve is surprised. He didn’t drown, and he’s lying on a comfortable bed of… seaweed?

Sitting on the bed, he turns his face, looking around himself, confused.

Eddie is nowhere to be seen and the place isn’t familiar to him. Definitely a cave, but he had never seen a cave like that. It’s covered in black vines and the only light that seems to penetrate the dark cave isn’t clear but red. Steve feels so tired that he doesn’t have the strength to stand up and quietly crawls toward what seems to be the entrance of the cave. He scratches his knees and his palms, but he keeps moving until one of his hands sinks into the gelid water.

What the fuck?

He doesn’t even have the time to understand what happened and Eddie slowly emerges from the water with his black mop of hair.

“Eddie?”

“Stevie,” he calls him with his smile full of sharp teeth. The monster doesn’t say anything else and offers no explanations, he simply lifts Steve between his arms and takes him back to what now Steve understands is Eddie’s lair.

“Hungry?” Eddie asks, moving one of his tentacles and showing him a silver fish.

“I can’t eat raw fish!” Steve protests and Eddie tuts, with a snap of his fingers he starts a fire close by.

“Hungry?” he asks again, and Steve must admit that he is.

Eddie grabs a stick and lets the fish cook on the fire, while he gets back to Steve, patting on the bed of seaweed. Steve sits next to him and in a moment the marine creature is wrapped around him, his suckers glued to his skin tickles him and Steve can suppress a little chuckle. Eddie smiles, satisfied, licking the golden column on Steve’s neck.

Eddie’s breath smells of dead fish and lake’s water, but instead of finding it disgusting, Steve is turned on by the slimy creature that is rubbing against him with his entire body.

Once the fish is cooked, Eddie feeds him slowly, peppering Steve’s face with kisses, and Steve relaxes into the monster embrace. He doesn’t notice the tentacle that’s getting closer to his face until it’s wrapped against his neck. But the tentacle doesn’t stop there. It keeps climbing toward Steve’s face, gently pushing at his lips. After a moment of hesitation, Steve parts his lips, letting him slide inside with a swift movement.

The tentacle is gentle, it explores Steve’s mouth, patting gently his tongue before pushing harder on the lower part of his tongue. Steve’s eyes start to water, but the feeling isn’t unpleasurable. He can feel his dick getting harder at the strong sensation.

Eddie sniffs him once more, satisfied, before letting another tentacle hook his swim trunk and slowly push them down, revealing the red head of Steve’s dick, already leaking precum.

“You like it,” Eddie says. An affirmation, not a question, but Steve nods anyway, while the tentacle in his mouth slowly retrieves, smearing some spit on Steve’s plump red lips.

“So beautiful,” Eddie whispers, while he bends down to suck on Steve’s nipples, one tentacle softly stroking his dick up and down, not enough. Never enough.

Steve tries to protest, but Eddie silences him once more with a tentacle in his mouth, and Steve starts to suck on it eagerly. His hips are in a death grip and he can’t get the pressure he needs for his release.

“Not yet.” Eddie murmurs in his musical voice, while he spreads Steve’s legs with two tentacles, leaving the more private part of his body exposed to the monster’s hungry eyes, “Have you ever been touched here, Stevie?” Eddie asks while he sucks two of his fingers until they are glistering, covered in spit.

“No…”

“I have a feeling you’re gonna like it.” Eddie moans, like only the idea of touching Steve in his more sensitive place was more than enough for his pleasure. He circles Steve’s rim a few times, covering it with spit, before pushing a long cold finger inside. Steve instinctively clenches and Eddie chuckles, starting to pump his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm before adding another finger.

Steve groans, arching his back while his legs are still spread open by the other tentacles.

“I’m going to fuck you, Stevie. I’m going to fill you so good. I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll feel me in your throat.”

Steve moans loudly, while the tentacle slips inside his mouth once more. This time Steve starts to suck on it and Eddie shivers in pleasure at the feeling, so Steve keeps sucking harder and harder, hollowing his cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fill you with my love. Do you want that, baby?” Eddie groans, pinning Steve on the seaweed bed and moving a tentacle that looks different from the other. Thicker and somehow fuller. “That’s my dick.” Eddie explains in Steve’s ear, while the young man keeps staring at the tentacle moving closer and closer, “Now take a deep breath from me and try to relax.” Eddie orders, before he starts to push his tentacle dick inside Steve.

“It’s too big!” Steve complains.

“No. It’s not. Just relax…” Eddie whispers on Steve’s lips before kissing him deeply and hungry, submitting him. “Look at you, opening up for me so nicely. You were only waiting for me to take you. Weren’t you? I have waited for so long. Humans grow so slowly…” Eddie complains, while his tentacle dick keeps sliding inside Steve, slowly but relentlessly, and when it’s deep enough he starts to expand rhythmically, while Steve’s insides contract at the same time.

“I’m going to fill you with my eggs…” Eddie whispers, and Steve’s eyes widen. He tries to protest, but Eddie’s kissing him again and he goes pliant under him.

The first egg passes Steve’s rim, stretching his abused hole even more, before being pushed deeper and deeper inside the Steve’s body. The human between Eddie’s arms moans loudly at the intrusion.

“You’re taking it so well. That’s our first baby.” Edde groans in Steve’s neck when his tentacle finally releases the first egg, but another is already moving down the tentacle, stretching Steve’s hole once more, and after that another, and another. Six eggs quickly fill the human’s body, resting safely inside where it's warm and protected.

Steve comes as soon as the third egg brushes against his prostate, clenching harder on Eddie’s tentacle and relaxing soon after.

“So full…” Steve murmurs, his eyes crossed and still blissed out.

“That’s true.” Eddie replies, kissing Steve’s swollen stomach, “You did so good, love. I knew you were made for it.” Eddie praises him, kissing his forehead, “Now I’ll put you to sleep so you can grow our babies in your beautiful body.”

“Eddie?”

“Don’t be scared. It’s just a precaution. We can’t risk you breaking the eggs, can we?” Eddie asks, brushing some hair away from Steve’s face and Steve nods in agreement even if his eyes are still glossy, “Good boy.” Eddie praises him, grabbing one of the black vines, “Now open big for me…” he orders once more, prying Steve’s mouth open, before grabbing a dark vine. As soon as the vine touches Steve’s lips it starts to move and slides inside Steve’s mouth.

The last thing Steve sees is Eddie standing above him, brushing his cold knuckles against his cheek, “Don’t be scared love. When you wake up we’ll be a family.”

***

“You have to wake him up, Eddie.” Wayne says, moving his hands gently on Steve’s swollen abdomen, “The eggs are moving, if they break inside him it won’t be nice for him.”

“Can’t we wait until they’re in the canal? Maybe we can take them out before waking him.”

“He has to push them out, Eddie. Now remove the vine from his throat and get ready to help him. This won’t be easy for a human.”

Eddie sighs but cuts the vine that has nurtured Steve’s body for the last few weeks and gently pulls it out from his throat, while Steve’s stomach contracts once more and Steve whines softly.

“I know, I know. But it will be over soon.” Eddie comforts him, whispering in his ear sweet nothing before starting to sing to Steve to wake him up.

“Eddie?”

“Hi, baby.”

“What happened?”

“The eggs are hatching.”

“What?”

“The eggs. Our babies. They’re ready to come out.”

“Come out from where… oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Steve yells, staring at his swollen abdomen, “Eddie! What the fuck happened!”

“We had sex, sweetheart, and I pumped you full with my eggs.” Eddie takes Steve’s hand and moves it on his stomach, “Can you feel them moving? They are ready. You have to push them out.”

“What?! I can’t! I…”

“You have to, kid. Trust me, you don’t want those eggs to break inside of you.” Wayne says getting closer.

Only at that moment Steve sees another monster standing behind Eddie, “Who are you? What’s happening?”

“He’s my uncle. I’ll explain everything but now is time to push.”

“What? Now?! I can’t!”

A strong cramp makes Steve bend in half, but Wayne gets behind him and holds him upright, “No bending until those eggs are out. Now push!” He orders while he stares at Eddie, “Take my place and hold him tight. Spread his legs with your tentacles and bend them just enough to keep the passage open but not enough to risk breaking the eggs.”

“What passage?!” Steve yells, but when Eddie moves behind him and holds him spread he finally understands, “No, no! This can’t be happening. It can’t be!”

“Push love, it will be over soon, I promise, but you have to push,” Eddie tries to comfort him.

The pain is excruciating. Something is slowly moving inside Steve’s body.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re doing so well. Just a little push and the first one will be out.”

“The first one? How many- Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Steve yells while the first egg leaves his body and lands between Wayne’s hand who gently puts him in a little seaweed nest where it keeps shaking.

“Come on little buddy. Break your shell. Come on.” The old man encourages the shivering egg and finally, a little head breaks the shell and stares at him. “Hi there, little one.” Wayne smiles, but he doesn’t have the time to cuddle the new little arrival because Steve is screaming.

“I feel another coming. Oh god. Oh god!”

“You’re so brave. I’m so proud of you. Now push it out. Push.” Eddie keeps encouraging him.

Steve’s forehead is covered in beads of sweat while he shakes his head against Eddie’s broad chest. One push and another egg gently fall into Wayne’s hand.

Four eggs are chirping in the little nest Wayne made for them, but the fifth seems stuck.

Steve is whining loudly, while Eddie tries to help him spread his legs even further.

“Come here.” Wayne orders, one hand on Steve’s contacting abdomen, “The egg is too big, he can’t push it out, we have to help him.” Wayne says, while Steve whines and tries to turn on his side, but two of Wayne’s tentacles immediately immobilize him, “I’m going to try to push from the outside, but you have to get inside and grab it as soon as it moves if it breaks inside him…” they whispers between themselves while Steve keeps complaining. Eddie nods seriously, getting between his mate’s legs.

“Steve, kid. Look at me.” Wayne says, patting on Steve’s cheek, “Good boy. This egg is bigger than the others and it’s stuck inside you.” Steve's eyes widen in panic, “No need to panic. That’s exactly why Eddie and I are here, ok? I’m going to push on your stomach to try to free it. It won’t be fun but we’ll do it as fast as we can, ok? There are four guppies already waiting for you. Two more and you’re done.”

Steve grinds his teeth, nodding.

“Ok. No pushing, kid. Not even if you feel like you have to. Can you do that for me?” Wayne asks him, with his hands resting above the little bump, ready to push to help the egg move down the canal.

Steve nods, biting his lip, and Wayne doesn’t lose any time. He pushes hard on Steve's stomach until he feels the egg crack a little.

“Eddie. Take it out!”

With the shell cracked the egg moves easier and Eddie is quick to push a tentacle inside Steve’s abused hole, gently grab the egg and drag it out. For a moment he stops to see a little caramel mane, but Wayne immediately calls his name.

“Take the other if you can,” Wayne says, while Steve’s almost collapsed on the seaweed bed, exhausted.

Eddie keeps Steve’s legs spread and pushes one tentacle back inside him to catch the last egg and slowly takes it out.

“Are they… are they ok?” Steve asks, his eyes half closed, and Eddie grabs the little nest with their six guppies. They are so small they could fit on Steve's hands.

“Here they are. All six of them. Wanna name them?” Eddie asks, but Steve is already half asleep, “We can name them when you wake up, huh? Now rest. You did so well.” Eddie promises him, kissing his forehead.

Wayne looks at the six guppies with a fond smile, “Never thought I would have become a grandpa. Not since you got obsessed over this human.”

“Steve’s the best, isn’t he?”

“He did a good job,” Wayne admits.

***

The next day, when Steve is a little bit less in pain, they name the guppies: El, Max, Lucas, Mike, Will, and Dustin.

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diejager · 4 months ago

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Kinktober day 14: Monsterfucking w/ The Unknown

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, size kink, belly bulge, slime, tentacle, oviposition, egg laying, tell me if I missed any.

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Lost in the maze-like building, corridors looping into another, halls leading to a dead end and unending paths that seemed to go on and on and on. They lived in a haunting atmosphere: rotting wood and chipped wallpaper lit up by the dying and blinking lights of the theater, the eerie feeling that accompanied a once populated area, once bright and lively with people young and old coming here for the cinema or the arcade to enjoy their afternoons or weekend. And now, it was left forgotten, to rust and to die, the epitome of fun thrown behind for something more personal and advanced.

You didn’t know how anyone could leave a place like this standing —or better yet, how could a place get this bad? riddled with rats and insects, termite-infested pillars and caved in floors, even the metal plumbing of the building wasn’t left untouched by age and dilapidation. For a one room-cinema, this place was as big as it was confusing. You got lost many, many times, stumbling back into the same corridor over and over again despite your best effort to keep track of your path.

It didn’t help that you could hear something crawling around the building, the tell-tale sound of many footsteps echoing throughout the building and making the floor creak, wood denting under the weight of whoever it was and mumbling in broke English. You could only panic in abject horror at the unknown source of it, running aimlessly for an escape, but even then, the streets - if it could be called one with the area fenced in - had the same ghostly abandonment of the building. It wasn’t as bright or rusted, but the lamp posts were dying, light flickering and eventually dying.

It left you wandering aimlessly until you stumbled into the thing you were hiding from —or rather it, whatever it was. A broken, humanoid creature chased after you, limbs bent in horrible ways, stomach bulging and face horrifying to see, deformed and bloody, much like the axe he was holding. It - he? - truly gave you a reason to fear, a reason to run for your life as he chased you, following loosely on your tail without actually catching you. You wondered if he was playing with you, working you up until he was satisfied enough to kill you —would he eat you? He certainly looked monstrous enough to want to eat someone.

He gave you a reason to believe you were doomed, and now, especially hen he had you in his reach, pushed against the wall. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, in every possible sense with the axe plunged into the plaster beside your face. Oh, how you wished you were wrong about him eating you, cursing yourself for ending up here, stuck under his mouth, drool rolling down his wrinkled chin as he tore into you.

You fought until you couldn’t, screamed until your voice died and cried until you ran out of it, all under the broken words he groaned, ripping into your clothes and salivating. You couldn’t do much as he held your arms and legs, his lanky arms deceiving his actual strength. Arched awkwardly against the walls, your shuddered in disgust at the writhing arms that reach out of his back, pink and slimy tentacles prodding at you.

You retched at the feel of them, sliding between your folds and smearing his slime all over you. You were happy that you wouldn’t be killed, but this wasn’t what you meant by being eaten, and certainly not by a monster like him, but there wasn’t anything you could do but take it. Spread open and fucked dumb by a monster twice your size, his wet limbs sinking into your cunt, drive wet and sensitive by the odd warmth of his slime.

“Tight… ” he groaned out, his voice a mix of many voices, like a broken radio, “Sweet pet.”

You felt beyond stuffed, your stomach bulging out with different bumps, writhing within you as he pumped you full. Despite your utter disgust, he somehow made you come, the many arms thrusting into you at an erratic pace, never leaving you empty for more than a fraction of a second. They were smooth and bumpy, made slick by your cum and his slime, and all but one was pointy-tipped and thick at the base, the big one had a flared tip, a rounded head that looked like a flower bulb. It stood out among the rest for some reason.

Unfortunately, you weren’t left wondering about it for long, feeling all the tentacles slipping out of you with wet pops, but not before tickling your bruised cervix. You watched through clouded eyes at the flared cock, popping it’s head into you and driving in until it bumped the mouth of your womb, the knotted base inches away from you. It was numbed and relaxed by whatever substance his tentacles secreted, and - shockingly - opened up for him after a sharp ram, forcing it’s way into your untouched womb.

“What?!“ you yelped, not in pain, but from jaw-dropping stupefaction at what just happened.

It felt like a pinch, small and painless, even as it sunk deeper, the peals of his head opening up inside and his knot pushing past your vulva. His slime acted as a numbing aphrodisiac. Plugged and restrained, you mewled at the bumps pushing into you, round objects popping out of his cock and plopping into your womb, sticking to the walls without too much effort. You babbled endlessly, body trembling under him, cunt fluttering around his length as he filled you up with eggs, the amount lost to your drunk mind. All you knew was that you weren’t leaving any time soon —or move, at this point.

“Mine,” was the last thing you heard before passing out, the comforting embrace of darkness draping you in sleep.

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