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Crowley's got a cursed mixtape that manipulates the listener's sexuality. He and Demon Dean have a great idea of how to put it to use.
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20 Jun 2025
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Ketch and Davies have much better ways of breaking Sam than Bevell ever dreamed of. And a hell of a lot more fun, too.
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It had been many months since the man, Castiel had been his name, had led him down into the small room and asked him one last time if he was sure.
When Dean woke up he was no longer strapped in place in front of the fuck machine, but instead stretched out flat on his back on the bed. For a moment he just laid there missing the movement but thankful that his ass was still plugged and locked full. He never wanted to be empty again. As he sat up, the plug shifted slightly and he inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and humming to himself in appreciation. This was a new plug, longer and wider, and as he clenched down on it he relished the sensation. Fullness was the gift Castiel was giving him. The single-minded focus on being stretched and filled and fucked, the knowledge -- the certainty, the conviction -- that these were the only sensations he was meant to feel. Castiel was conditioning Dean into what he was truly meant to be: a warm, wet, perfect, beautiful hole.
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Sammy was a breeder, and this was his life. At least, Dean was there.
Kinktober prompts: Humiliation (9), Belly distention & cockbulge (20), Human Furniture (28), Fucking machine (30) & Body Modification (31)
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“Is this how you pictured it?” she hears Sam asking quietly, his voice far too resigned for her taste. “The end?”
“You know it’s not,” Dean responds, and he too sounds strangely calm, almost amused, as if there’s a secret joke they are sharing between them, one that she has no chance to ever understand.
“I always thought,” Dean continues, wry amusement more obvious now in his voice, “we’d go out like … Butch and Sundance style.”
Toni rolls her eyes, hard, even if there is no one around to see it. Oh God, she thinks contemptuously, Americans, always so bloody sentimental. Next, they will probably start singing Sweet Home Alabama or Country Roads, or whatever unofficial hillbilly anthem Americans consider conducive to improving morale among the troops.