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I'm okay with hand-spankings as a warm-up, but if that's all they do, especially if they tease something harder but don't actually go there I'm often disappointed. But definitely yes to implements! I'm especially partial to belts and switches in fics. (Probably wouldn't mind irl but haven't had occasion to find out in a long time.)

For the kink ask: spanking (any implements)

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

barehanded spanking in fic rarely does it for me but paddling, caning and the like -- fuck yes

do NOT enjoy receiving in real life one bit but do enjoy giving

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And the obvious quail followup: knifekink >:3

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

YES GODDDDDDDD especially when paired with scarification hhhhh

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Hear me out:

This Dean - a hardened hunter, who has been raised by his father to kill any and all evil sons-of-bitches.

And this Sam - a university student who has been raised in the foster care system since infancy and longs for home. For connection and a deeper meaning in his life.

Cue a chance meeting when Dean is concluding a hunt just shy of Stanford University and has a chance encounter with a young man who catches his attention (*ahem* they fuck *ahem*)

Cue the absolute debauched shit show that follows when it comes to light just who they both are to one another *evil cackling*

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do you have any boyking if hell fic recs? i respect your taste

i dont usually read boyking!sam fics (theyre hard to pull off imo!) but the first two that immediately came to mind were:

heaven, hell, and the human heart by saltbind if youre looking for a story full of blood and gore as sam feeds his addiction and becomes something dark and terrible - this isnt the fic for you. this is a tale of devotion, of love and the lengths we go to make sure we can hold it safe in our arms again. its lovely and has SO much fun with integrating the shows hell mythology into something much more fantastical.

The Salt-Filled Skins of Ptolemaea by BlindSwandive and Maven_Morozov that fic full of blood and gore and sam becoming something dark and terrible? this is IT. i cannot recommend this behemoth of a fic enough on multiple fronts (its the trans sam fic + the demon blood/csa coding fic + the tangled up upbringing fic of all time) i couldnt stop thinking about it constantly for a week after i finished reading it for the first time. i dont know if i have the words to describe how crazy this fic makes me. if you can handle the heavy content inside then please read it. its really fucking good.

(ignore the fact that both these fics were written by my mutuals i would still rec them any day)

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Sam's milk

Well, anon, you have the honour of being my first ever ask! Never thought I'd get one so I'm a bit unprepared. And your statement with no context doesn't help. Not gonna lie, my first response was wtf? and how do I respond to this? But on further reflection here is my answer in several parts:

Because you asked me and had to have gone to my tumblr profile to do so, I'm going to assume you know I'm a wincestie. So, with that in mind, I think the first answer is pretty obvious and Sam even has his own cow (did I really just call Dean a cow??). It also reminds me of an old milk ad from the 90's (?) that had celebrities posing with a milk moustache. So imagine Sam Winchester with a "milk" moustache smiling proudly looking up at his brother.

Then I next thought about a bunch of fics I read because it's Supernatural and with magic literally anything can happen: Couldn't take care of you by StellaRasu, Got milk? Dean does. And Sam wants it! by Kestra_Troi, Road Snack by b0yish

Then my next thought was "nipples!" so here's a fic I just read this morning: Forgiveness and Comfort by darkforetold

And, finally, if you're not a wincestie then I'm sorry, not sorry, because you probably didn't like any of the above. But I'm also sorry because you're missing out so come join the club!

Well that was more fun than I expected. Thanks anon!

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Incorrect quotes pt.4

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Welcome to Tumblr, we *smack* are a normal *smack* social media blogging *smack smack smack* website.

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Title: Put Us Back Together At Heart Author: fictionallemons Artist: MidnightSilver Rating: M Warnings/Spoilers: Implied/Referenced Suicide Attempt Summary: Dean wakes up in a hospital with no memory of who he is and only one clue–a letter he wrote to someone named Sam. He goes to California looking for answers and finds a tall, gorgeous college kid.Damn, Dean has good taste.***A Stanford-era amnesia fic with a happy ending.

Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3

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Destiel vs wincest

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(Open image for high res)

Commission I painted for @ellekess for the awesome story Orlando (details in notes). The location is Mount Auburn Cemetery in Massachusetts, a gorgeous location to paint! (And if you want to know what the boys are doing there you will have to check out the story 😄)

Alt version under the cut

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An Unexpected Alpha

When Mace checks in on a missing Obi-Wan, he doesn’t expect to find him in the throes of his Heat.

Kinktober 2024 Day 17 - Spanking

2024 Suggestion Form Anon: Obi-Wan getting spanked by literally anyone please I beg of you

Ao3 | Twitter | Ko-Fi

“Obi-Wan, answer the door. I know you’re in there.” Mace knocked on the door of the Kenobi-Skywalker quarters. Mace knew Skywalker was off on a creche field trip and then a sleepover, it was a bit unusual but Force knows that Obi-Wan needed a break. Yet Obi-Wan hadn’t been seen or heard from all day and that was unusual. Mace had volunteered to go check on their newest Knight and now was using his High Councillor override code to enter the quarters.

Mace knew what was happening the moment he stepped over the threshold and the door sealed shut behind him. Mace inhaled sharply and had to close his eyes and try to calm himself as the strong scent of an Omega in Heat washed over him.

The soft padding of feet on the floor made Mace snap his head to the side and there clinging to the doorframe of a bedroom, clad in a short robe and nothing else was Obi-Wan. His hair was longer now that he was growing out the Padawan haircut was limp and stuck to his face and neck. Obi-Wan was flushed and emitting the sweetest scent Mace had ever smelt in his life, his eyes burning Omega gold and his eyes locked on Mace.

“Alpha,” Obi-Wan mewled, voice hoarse and legs shaky from where he was using the frame to keep himself upright.

“Omega,” Mace stated, trying to fight back the more primal side of him that just wanted to race over to Obi-Wan, pin him to the floor and fuck into the Omega’s slick, sweet-smelling cunt and make him his. Mace was stronger than his urges, but it was hard when Obi-Wan purred at his voice and stumbled over to him. Obi-Wan dropped to his knees hard and buried his face against Mace’s thigh, sighing contently as he got a face full of the Alpha’s smooth, strong scent.

“You didn’t tell anyone about your Heat. Did it take you by surprise because you forgot about it?” Mace ventured a guess and Obi-Wan nodded against his thigh, whining lowly when Mace slid his fingers into his copper hair and tugged him back a bit.

“You’re too far gone to transport to the Heat rooms,” Mace observed as Obi-Wan spread his legs and the robe rode up to show just how slick the Omega was by this point, small cock erect and dripping steadily. Mace had to steady himself in the Force, the Omega was pretty enough to start with but in this Heat state he was undeniable and Mace had to struggle not to take what was being offered.

“You should have told someone before it got this bad.” Mace scolded and Obi-Wan ducked his head in shame, he knew that but Mace knew Obi-Wan better by this point. His self-care is horrible and he gets lost in his work, so he honestly must have forgotten about his Heat and quickly sent Anakin off the moment a symptom must have shown.

“If I’m going to help you through your Heat as your Alpha, then I need you to know that I will start with punishing you for not asking for help,” Mace said sternly and honestly. He was already itching to bend the Omega over and turn his ass red for allowing himself to descend into this state without any help.

“Yes Alpha, yes, please, punish me, fuck me, I want it.” Obi-Wan slurred out, but his golden eyes were clear for a brief moment before a haze settled over them again. That was all Mace needed to hear for him to use his hold on Obi-Wan’s hand to encourage the Omega to rise to his feet.

Mace led Obi-Wan into the Omega’s room, he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thighs. Obi-Wan shed the robe eagerly and draped himself over Mace’s lap, wiggling until Mace placed a strong hand on the small of his back and then he stilled and relaxed.

Mace had many questions, but they all could wait until afterwards. Mace took a steadying breath and swung his right hand down and with a crack let it land across Obi-Wan’s upturned ass. Obi-Wan let out a cry before he bit his bottom lip and hid his face in his crossed arms.

Mace swallowed at the reaction, steadied himself and brought his hand down again. Obi-Wan jerked this time, rocking his wet cock and cunt against Mace’s thigh with a keen as a pink spot started to appear on his pale ass.

Mace brought his hand down over and over, each time watching in awe at the way Obi-Wan’s ass was turning into a mess of pinks and reds under his hand. The way the Omega steadily leaked slick and rutted mindlessly against his thigh. Mace eased back on the spanks once his hand grew sore, but he was positive Obi-Wan would have been happy to stay like his all night.

“You took your punishment well Omega, I’m very proud of you.” Mace eased Obi-Wan upright, brushing some spilled tears off of Obi-Wan’s flushed cheeks and nuzzling their noses together in a soft display of affection that had Obi-Wan purring and going limp against Mace.

“You’re so wet, you must be so desperate for your Alpha to take care of you hm?” Mace crooned as he reached between Obi-Wan’s thighs and slotted two fingers into the Omega’s cunt. Obi-Wan groaned and arched against the Alpha, grinding against the fingers inside of him.

Mace lazily pumped his fingers, but even that amount of stimulation after being spanked was enough for Obi-Wan. The Omega keened and came over Mace’s hand, small cock spurting little dribbles of clear cum as Obi-Wan mewled and gasped as he shook from his place leaning against Mace’s shoulder.

“That should take the edge off,” Mace mused as he let his fingers slip out of the Omega before he lifted Obi-Wan off his lap and onto the bed properly. Mace shed his clothes as quickly as he could, now Alpha red eyes trained on the Omega who was squirming on the blankets on the bed. Rocking his hips up into the air, fresh slick drenching his thighs as he watched Mace disrobe with greedy eyes.

The moment the last bit of fabric hit the floor, Obi-Wan moaned and twisted onto his stomach and then up onto his hands and knees. Obi-Wan spread his knees wide and rocked his hips back, enticing the Alpha to mount him.

Mace gripped his erect cock, he had gotten hard the moment he had started spanking Obi-Wan, but his last bit of control was starting to snap and he couldn’t be blamed when he gave into his primal instincts and knelt behind the Omega on the bed and took what was being offered.

The more rational part of his brain was saying he should at least take Obi-Wan while looking at him, or check in with him, but the primal Alpha side of Mace that had taken control had him gripping Obi-Wan’s hips and sheathing his cock into the Omega’s dripping cunt in one smooth thrust.

Obi-Wan wailed, body arching and cunt clenching around Mace’s cock eagerly. Mace growled lowly as he draped his body over Obi-Wan’s back yanked the Omega’s head to the side and took possession of his mouth as Mace began to thrust properly.

Obi-Wan whimpered and moaned into the Alpha’s mouth, smaller body trembling and writhing beneath the Alpha’s larger, muscular body. It was a smooth, easy glide in and out of Obi-Wan’s pussy, Mace was already addicted to it and kept up a steady pace that had his cock sliding as deep as it could into the Omega.

Obi-Wan’s lips and chin were a mess of salvia by the time their kiss broke, his eyes even hazier as Mace sat up and began to yank the Omega back onto his cock. Mace shifted his hands so he could trace and press on the red and pink marks he left scattered over Obi-Wan’s ass. Obi-Wan’s pussy fluttered around his cock each time and Mace couldn’t be blamed when he brought his hand down onto Obi-Wan’s ass again.

Obi-Wan sobbed at the way his pussy was being split open by the older Jedi’s massive cock and how he was once again being spanked. Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled up and his mouth hung open as he made wanton noise after wanton noise, unable to control any part of himself and lost his mind and body to pleasure.

Mace paused his spanks, he instead gripped Obi-Wan’s hip and held the writhing Omega in place as his knot began to flare at the base of his cock. Mace grunted as he held Obi-Wan in place and shoved his inflating knot into the Omega’s soaked cunt.

Obi-Wan wailed, eyes going crossed as he collapsed onto the bed as his pussy spasmed around Mace’s growing knot. The Omega’s cock spurted more dribbles of cum over the bed beneath him. Mace gritted his teeth together as he fought against just sinking his teeth into the other’s mating gland, instead, he ground his knot deeper into Obi-Wan’s perfect and oh-so-welcoming cunt.

“Such a good Omega, taking my knot so well.” Mace praised making Obi-Wan shiver and mewled at the praise and how Mace’s knot was spilling load after a load of cum into him.

“M-Mace,” Obi-Wan managed to get out, head clearer than previously.

“Next time, a com message would have been nice Obi-Wan.” Mace teased as he eased the two of them onto their sides and he tugged the Omega closer. Obi-Wan sighed as the action had Mace’s knot shifting inside of him.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan managed to get out before he passed out, exhausted by the intense fucking and his just as intense Heat.

Mace stroked his fingers through Obi-Wan’s copper hair and settled in for the time being. He would handle his and Obi-Wan’s time off once his knot went down, now that he was here and involved, Obi-Wan was not getting away from him anytime soon since it was obvious that the Omega needed someone to look after him.

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Ooooo... all very good headcanons!

So, what are some of your favorite pre-series wincest headcanons?

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just some things i think are fun to ponder <3

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This is me trying to bypass Tumblr censorship, attempt 1

Just in case, the full fanart is on ao3

Details under the cut! (It's a bit long, I'm warning you)

Here's the frankly too long explaination.

I basically crammed in this drawing all my favourite motifs and all of my studies.

The tattoo on Sam's back is something I designed myself and represents Mater Dolorosa (Our Lady of Sorrows or Madonna Addolorata) with a stanza from the prayer "Stabat Mater" that goes as folows - "Through her soul, of joy bereaved, bowed with anguish, deeply grieved, now at length the sword hath passed."

Then we have Saint Michael slaughtering the Devil on Dean's arm. This is a mesh up of different stock images; usually Saint Michael stands over a serpent not a dragon and has a sword, not a halberd, those come from Saint George (Patron Saint of soldiers, so not a random choice)

Then there's the scripts. (Open the first pic)

The roman numbers on Dean's collarbone: II.V.XCIII = 2.5.83, Sam's date of birth.

The matching latin tattoos on their bicepts: The whole quote actually is "Nec tecum, nec sine te vivere possum" by Ovidius, which means "I can't live with you nor without you" and I thought of splitting it like that because I think it sums up their relationship pretty well. They can't be together, especially Sam imo (forever the runaway), because it's basically self-destructive, but being apart maybe is even worse (suicidal Dean anyone?).

A mandala with a mantra on Sam's tigh: गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा . The Devanāgarī, for those unfamiliar, is a South Asian writing system. Here we have the mantra that closes the Heart Sutra "Gone, gone, gone to the other shore, Awakening, Svaha." (Svaha is the Hindu goddess of sacrifices; in a Buddhist context the term is used as denoument for mantras, espicially duing rites and offerings).

The characters on Dean's bicept, next to Saint Michael: 天罰. Those are technically Hanja aka Traditional Chinese characters used to write Korean (mostly because I first encountered this word in my korean phylology studies and that's how I know it), but they mean the same thing in Korean, Chinese and Japanese, "Divine Punishment", sooo - the only difference is the ponunciation. Korean: 천벌 (cheonbeol) Japanese: てんばつ (tenbatsu) Chinese: 天罚 (tiān fá).

Lastly, on Dean ribs, say hi to my bestie Hammurabi and his famous Code: here we have the Law 196 which actually even rocks know about; An eye for an eye. The full text says: "If a man has blinded the eye of another man, his eye will be blinded." Can't really offer you a transcript but if you're curious here's the transliteration:

" šum-ma a-wi-lum i-in DUMU a-wi-lim úḫ-tap-pí-id i-in-šu ú-ḫa-ap-pa-du " There's this really neat website here that is a digital version of the whole code and it's also my source.

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hi hi! happy wincest wednesday! if you're interested in feeling delighted about wincest: what are some great wincest art pieces that you like? (bonus question: what's your favorite of your own wincesty pieces?)

Hey, you! <3 Lil' pre-Wednesday Wincesting, since I'll be AFK tomorrow and a week's flown by. (Edit: post-dating to flop out on Wednesday after all! Cuz I'm smert like that.) Oh, dang, there are SO many pretty pieces, not even sure where to begin! This took me a while and it's a little long (and bawdy), so recs under cut...

~The series containing this image, by the inimitable fanlay (and fic by runedgirl!)

~Literally anything by thegoodthebadandtheart. Not even kidding.

~Awabubbles' style, in both art and fic, is A DOWNRIGHT DELIGHT:

~Over on twitter, oioi_46 does some lovely, lovely work:

~Digging way back for this one. It will always be one of my all-time faves, in no small part due to the fic it was drawn for, too. Back in the day, you could draw Wincest, Destiel, whatever you wanted and you wouldn't be caught in the crossfire nearly the way you would now. So sad, truly. Hope you're well, Daunt. Miss you.

~And finally, the second part of your ask, my own fave Wincest handiwork! Drawn under my nom de plume abitingsmile, for the bulletproof event a couple years ago. If I had time again...

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YET ANOTHER scene from the pilot with captions for the Wincest-impaired