theinsaneeraser | Five Acts

My Five Acts

1. Sensory Deprivation

2. Collaring

3. Tempature!Kink

4. Tentacles

5. Spanking

My Fandoms

Haven, Legend of the Seeker, Supernatural, Supernatural RPF

My Pairings

Supernatural: Everything but Cas/Dean, Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Sam and Sam/Lucifer (no Ruby or Zacharaih or Cassy ANYTHING.) Bonus points for Femmeslash and the pairings: Anna/Young!Mary, Balthazar/Dean, Balthazar/Lucifer, Castiel/Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Meg, Castiel/Sam, Dean/Lucifer, Dean/Uriel, Gabriel/Sam and Jo/Pam.

Supernatural RPF: Jared/Richard, Jared/Richard/Sebastian, Jensen/Sebastian, Jim/Mark, Richard/Sebastian, Misha/Sebastian.

Haven: Audrey/Duke, Audrey/Duke/Nathan, Audrey/Julia, Duke/Nathan.

Have fun my dears!

Fills

Given
A Little Dress-up: Supernatural, Balthazar/Gabriel/Sam, PG-13, Clothing!Kink
Unexpected: Supernatural, Orias/Zachariah, NC-17, Tentacles
Love Shouldn't Hurt Like This: Supernatural, Dean/Lucifer, PG, Love
A Proper Gift: Supernatural, Castiel/Gabriel/Sam, NC-17, Phone!Sex

Recived

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There are layers to hell, dimensions upon dimensions of torture, and the deepest ones teach a kind of zen, an acceptance of pain that distorts it, turns it to pleasure. Lucifer has watched Dean go through the first several layers. He’s watched the Righteous man give in to Alastair, discover the pleasure in inflicting pain. And oh, how good he is at it. So good that Lucifer wants to reach out and take him for his own.

And when Lucifer wants, there’s a hell full of ways for him to get.

The spiderweb strands that hold Dean in place when he’s not torturing thicken and tighten around him. And then they start to grow, tendrils wrapping around his legs, sliding up past his knees to his thighs and parting them. Dean’s eyes open wide, and he shouts, hoarse, for help. After this long, he knows there is none to be found, but it doesn’t stop him from shouting, a deep human instinct. He’s still human, he’s no demon yet. Of course the Righteous Man would be harder to break. That’s all right; Lucifer is good with just bending him, for now.

The tendrils are tentacles now, they pulse and rush with blood as they slither up Dean’s thighs, and Dean gasps as they slide up across his hips to his stomach, brushing him in sensitive places that make his nipples harden and his cock stand at attention. He gives a whimper -- pleasure of any sort is such a hard-won commodity in this place of torment, it’s impossible to resist -- and when the tentacles withdraw, the noise he makes is desperate, longing. Already he’s addicted to the sensation.

Lucifer is reaching out from the cage now, and these are his arms, his feelers. He’s a creature of perverted ambition and desire and love, and as he wraps around Dean, squeezes and suffocates his integrity, need is rising in him as well. This creature, all sunlight and rugged, stubborn goodness, is just what Lucifer wants to conquer. He’ll have Dean begging.

He extends two more limbs, these thick and hard and engorged, and they take Dean’s mouth, leave sticky trails down the hardness of his chest and stomach. One surges up to breach his lips again, muffling his cry when the other slides into him, stretching him as it snakes inside and expands. He’s being torn apart, again, but it was never this good before, and now there are more tendrils tearing away the bare film of clothes that he wears, sliding around his cock and teasing-stroking. They’re just barely wet and hot , and Dean reaches out to try to touch them; tentacles slide around his fingers, and he clutches them and strokes them with his fingertips. Lucifer shudders with the unexpected sensation. Even here, even now, Dean is giving. That’s how good of a man he is. His virtue fills Lucifer with lust and rage, and he roars want from his prison.

The tentacles pound hard into Dean’s mouth and his ass, wind unceasingly around his cock and waist and thighs and fingers. Dean’s writhing, suspended in space, and Lucifer’s groaning. They’re stuck in separate nowheres, but still entwined in each other. They’re unable to see each other’s faces or hear each other’s groans, but it’s still “Lucifer” that skims on the surface of Dean’s busy tongue, still “Dean” that Lucifer gasps out between heavy breaths and frantic rub-thrusts. In their separate hells, they’re ascending together.

Dean comes with a wild cry; the tentacle throat-fucking him erupts as he does, and he swallows the bitter salt, cock pulsing into the wet embrace of Lucifer’s tentacles. They all open, spurt poison and darkness into him, and the waves of orgasm go on and on, as Lucifer screams and nearly breaks through the cage wall, his body slamming against it as he’s flooded with a kind of pleasure he’s forgotten existed, that instant of connection with something you hate and love all at once. He and Dean black out in unison, their hell-bound bodies still pulsating warm

Eventually, they will both find their way back to earth. And they will both claim not to remember a thing. But as sure as dark finds light, they’ll find each other again.

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I love you tippy, you are a Goddess... and you just broke me. -twitch-

I love you for giving me an excuse to write unabashed tentacle!fic! :D

You can write me unabashed tentacle!fic when ever you want, there is not n early enough in my pairings >>

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*brain ded*

I should be ashamed of how completely and utterly you wrecked me with this, I really should be. I really, really should be.

So filthy. So wrong-hot. So completely fucking perfect I can barely stand it.

I live to wreck you. *smush* Thank you, hon!

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