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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Lydia_Martin, Allison_Argent, Peter_Hale,
      Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Tentacles, Witch_Curses, Tentacle_Sex, Curse_Breaking, Stiles-centric,
      Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Virgin_Stiles_Stilinski
  Series:
      Part 3 of 10001_Tentacle_Nights
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-17 Words: 2239
****** Slimey Afternoons ******
by SlasherFiend
Summary
     Stiles is cursed and needs a little advice before he gets rid of the
     curse.
Notes
     ahahaha this was supposed to be done like six months ago
See the end of the work for more notes
It was too late.
 
Stiles dropped the arm of the dead witch and knew he was fucked.
 
He was going to be cursed by tentacles; because apparently that was the only
curse witches were using now when they were dying. And instead of killing him,
the tentacles were going to be annoying and make it obvious to the others that
he was cursed. Well he was going to break that cycle and act on it as quickly
as he could.
 
It was over two months before he could get around to dealing with the
tentacles.
 
And Stiles was pissed.
 
The tentacles were obnoxious, tripping him to make him look like he had no
sense of balance, pulling his racket in the other direction during lacrosse,
and of course whenever the pack needed to take on a traveling pack of asshole
werewolves or protect everyone from hunters that the Argents couldn’t dispel,
the tentacles moved towards his friends, making him momentarily paranoid and
almost costing him his life.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Stiles sat in lunch next to Lydia, while Scott, Allison, and Isaac sat across
from him on a rather normal day of school.
 
Boyd and Erica didn’t have this lunch period, but they’d be at the pack meeting
later.
 
Stiles was stabbing at his peas, the tentacles batted them away so his plastic
fork grated against the hard lunch tray.
 
Isaac shuddered and huffed. “You need to take care of your curse.”
 
Stiles glared at Isaac from under his brow. “And you need to just let Scott
fuck you already.”
 
“Stiles!” Scott and Lydia said simultaneously.
 
Scott was shocked, Lydia was fed up.
 
Stiles went back to stabbing his peas, getting a few, as the tentacles seemed
happy with the sour mood slowly radiating from the group.
 
“We’re taking things slow,” Allison told him. “Right now, they’re content to
share.”
 
Isaac growled softly. “How did-?”
 
Stiles smirked wickedly. “You’re not exactly subtle.”
 
Scott sighed. “Stiles, can we finish one lunch without you snapping at Isaac?”
 
Stiles turned to his best friend, chewing on the dry peas. “No Scotty, we
can’t, not when I’m cursed by tentacles with a dick like sense of humor. I
swear they’re not going to kill me, just make it so I piss off someone else and
they’ll kill me.” Stiles turned back to his lunch. “Right now, I’m betting that
it will be Isaac, or Derek. Maybe both. Do you think it’s possible I could piss
them both off at the same time?”
 
“Stiles,” Lydia said sternly.
 
He turned to her.
 
“I know you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because of the tentacles…”
 
Stiles rolled his eyes.
 
“But Isaac’s right, you need to get rid of it.”
 
Stiles set his fork down. “Not you too Lydia. You’re siding with dry humps
McGee on this?” He gestured at Isaac, whose eyes glowed yellow.
 
Lydia glanced at Allison, who got up, grabbing Isaac.
 
“Why don’t we go for a quick walk?” The two walked off.
 
“We know you’ve been busy, we all have,” Scott said, watching Allison and Isaac
leave the cafeteria. “But how hard is it to, you know, get rid of them?”
 
“Pretty fucking difficult when I either have to deal with pack shenanigans, or
you crashing on my couch because you just can’t understand why Isaac won’t ask
about taking your dick, and that doesn’t include when you crash in my bed to
keep nightmares back, so getting rid of the tentacles with you there certainly
isn’t happening.”
 
Scott’s face clouded over. “I’ll see you guys later.” He stood and followed
Allison and Isaac.
 
Lydia watched him go, and then turned back to Stiles, hair hitting him in the
shoulder as she did so. “You and I both know you’ve had a few opportunities to
get rid of the tentacles. Why haven’t you?”
 
Stiles huffed, and then he deflated, all anger seeping out of him. “It’s…kind
of overwhelming to think about. I don’t know if they’ll…you know…” He shrugged.
 
Lydia tilted her head. “Is this about your virginity?”
 
Stiles flinched, he hadn’t been aware he was that obvious.
 
“Well if you’re worried, you could always ask Mr. Argent or Peter how the
tentacles were. And as a precaution you could prepare yourself.”
 
Stiles blushed. “M-maybe, but that’s if I know how…big they’ll be, which I
don’t, so asking sounds easier.”
 
Lydia nodded. “Who are you going to ask? I’m sure you could get them to talk to
you at the same time…” She smirked.
 
Stiles shook his head. “You’re terrible and I’m sure they would clam up as soon
as they were in the same room together. And I’m going to talk to Peter, because
there’s no way I’ll be able to talk to Chris after upsetting Allison today.
Peter’s easier to handle.”
 
Lydia laid a hand on his forearm. “Whatever happens, make sure to take care of
the curse tonight? We don’t want another full moon to pass with you like this.”
 
Stiles nodded. “I know.”
 
“I’ll keep everyone busy.”
 
“How are you going to do that?”
 
Lydia looked at him like he had a growth sprouting from his ears. “I’m going to
have them watch Star Wars.”
 
Stiles grinned. “Good, it’s about time Scott saw it.”
 
Lydia smiled.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Stiles walked into the loft later after school, Peter was lounging on the
couch. “You know for saying you have an apartment downtown, you’re here quite a
lot.”
 
“What are you doing here Stiles? The little pack gathering isn’t until after
dark.”
 
“I know, but I wanted to talk to you now, when no one else was here.” He
approached Peter. “There’s something I need to know about lifting the dead
curse.”
 
Peter sighed and rolled his head back. “Why is everyone being so careless
around dead witches?”
 
“Look I know how to lift it, but after the tentacles…appear…“
 
Peter’s head snapped up. “Who told you?” There was a dangerous glint in his
eyes.
 
“Derek. But he said it was because he was worried about Chris. If it makes you
feel any better, we were all grossed out by the thought of Chris getting rammed
by tentacles more than the fact that it was you who told him in the first
place.”
 
Peter huffed. “What did you want to know?” Stiles licked his lips.
 
“Are they…gentle?”
 
Peter arched an eyebrow. “Yes,” he said after a moment.
 
“Yes what? Are they, or aren’t they?”
 
Peter tilted his head, sniffed lightly. “What are you so concerned about?”
 
Stiles let out a long breath through his nose. “None of your business.”
 
“If you’re scared they’ll hurt you, they won’t. And they’ll make sure you’re
taken care of in all sense of the term.”
 
Stiles shifted. “Ok."
 
“Is that all you needed Stiles?”
 
Stiles nodded, not liking the way Peter said that, he didn’t need the creeper
wolf to drop innuendos when he was going to go home and get fucked by
tentacles. “I-uh-won’t be at the meeting later.”
 
Peter settled back against the couch. “I’m sure everyone will be pleased to
have you curse free tomorrow.”
 
Stiles left, the soft tone Peter kept using, like he cared was starting to
weird Stiles out.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Stiles went home, the sun would be setting in about an hour or so, it was
always strange to not have lacrosse practice and be home while it was still
light outside, even if it had been a routine occurrence for a few years, minus
supernatural influences.
 
Stiles sat on his bed.
 
His dad wasn’t going to be home till eight at the earliest which meant making
dinner for himself and Stiles really wanted to watch Star Wars with the pack
and eat popcorn instead. Well, he figured if he got rid of the tentacles now,
maybe there would still be time to meet everyone at Lydia’s.
 
Stiles sat up and took a deep breath. He concentrated, staring out of the
corner of one eye, then the other. He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes
from the strain, but kept going.
 
Eventually, around an hour had passed and the sun was setting, casting a golden
glow into his room.
 
Stiles glanced around, the tentacles didn’t seem to be in the corners of his
eyes, but he couldn’t be sure. They certainly weren’t visible. He let out a
frustrated sound and flopped back onto his bed.
 
He had tried; there was nothing else he could do.
 
Just then he heard a loud wet thump. His heart seized, the sound had come from
under his bed.
 
Stiles swallowed hard and he undid the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off and
tossing it on the floor. As the shirt hit the floor, something rustled under
his bed; he tried to keep calm and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his
hips, using his sock covered feet to get them off the rest of the way.
 
He was sure the tentacles were going to grab his ankles, so he pulled his feet
up and took his boxers off, flinging the clothing to the floor. He then moved
to the middle of his bed, took a few deep breaths, spread his limbs and
muttered, “Ok, have at me.”
 
The tentacles came up from under the bed, wrapped around his ankles and wrists,
tugging slightly and Stiles swallowed hard. He took a few breaths, before
hearing another tentacle slither up from under his bed.
 
He watched a large tentacle (at least it was large in his eyes) come towards
his entrance.
 
Stiles inched back. “Wait, wait a second.” He couldn’t imagine that going in
him, he hadn’t even had time to prepare; it would hurt so much…
 
The tentacle paused.
 
“I-I’ve never…” Stiles had no idea how the tentacles understood him, it wasn’t
like they could respond back, so he just hoped they wanted him to be ok to do
this. “I only touch myself, I haven’t had anyone…” He blushed and tugged in the
tentacles’ hold a little.
 
The tentacle slid down the bed and onto the floor with a wet slap.
 
A moment passed, and then a smaller tentacle pulled itself up onto Stiles’s
blue comforter, then zipped to his hole.
 
Stiles bit his lip as he watched the tentacle. It pressed up against his
entrance and spit out some slime, pushed lightly, then repeated itself twice
more, so the slime was dripping down onto his sheets. The tentacle then
zigzagged off the bed.
 
It was barely off the bed before another came up, this one had a bulbous head
and Stiles shivered, the tentacles really were going to take care of him.
 
Not that he figured Peter would lie about that, but this was a dead curse
involving tentacles, a lot was taken on faith about it.
 
The head pushed against Stiles, but didn’t go in.
 
He shook his head. “I’m not relaxed, I’m not comfortable.”
 
The tentacles froze and for a second Stiles’s heart pumped fast, because what
did that mean? Then two thin tentacles shot up from the sides of the bed and
dived to press on his nipples.
 
Stiles hissed and wiggled, because his nipples were sensitive. “Not so hard.”
 
The tentacles drooped, wrapping around the buds and squeezing.
 
Stiles whined; his dick twitched in slight interest.
 
The tentacles played with his nipples, he squirmed and writhed.
 
“Fuck!” He was getting hard and he bucked into the empty air.
 
The tentacles plucked and tugged at his nipples till his cock was hard, resting
against his belly.
 
He moaned, and then the two tentacles quickly left, only for the slick tentacle
to come back and wrap itself around Stiles’s cock.
 
Stiles gasped as it stroked him.
 
It jerked him quickly and within moments, his back arched and he came.
 
Stiles panted as the tentacle vanished again and the large one was back.
 
It used the slime still there to press into Stiles, slowly.
 
Stiles groaned as he was filled inch by inch.
 
Once it was inside, it settled and waited.
 
Stiles shifted, pulling against the other tentacles that held him.
 
The large tentacle took that as a sign and began thrusting.
 
“Ok, wow-nngnn-that’s kind of strange.”
 
The tentacle set up an easy pace until Stiles begged for more.
 
The tentacle moved faster, squelching in and out of Stiles.
 
A heavy blush had spread all the way down to Stiles’s chest. He was quickly
getting hard again. He bit his lip and moaned.
 
It was so strange, but it felt kind of good? He liked the tentacle pulsing and
pressing inside his body.
 
As that happened, the tentacles holding him tightened their hold on him.
 
Stiles’s breathing hitched. What was going on?
 
The tentacle in him paused and just rubbed against his prostate.
 
“Shit!” He tried to wiggle, but he couldn’t move. His cock squirted out pre-
come, he felt the blush deepen, burning across his skin.
 
The tentacle continued and he whined, closing his eyes and bit his lip.
 
Stiles panted and clenched around the tentacle. He pushed back against the
tentacle and saw stars. He came with a shout.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
When he opened his eyes, the tentacles were gone.
 
The sun was lower, the sky was turning dark purple. He still had time to make
it to Lydia’s.
 
Stiles quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to his Jeep.
 
He didn’t notice, as he sat on the floor of the boat house, a tentacle slipped
out of the water.
End Notes
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