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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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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

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“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

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You guys dont mind sharing right?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ky1VjL0 by Snehvide The air filling his lungs brings back the conversation with the motel guy from the night before: "Sorry, I only have one room left. You guys don’t mind sharing, right?" Sam’s heavy silence—Dean had expected it, but it didn’t hurt any less because of that. _ Three little drabble-like fics written in 1 hour for the Countdown Challenge - Hurt/Comfort Italia group. Sam/Dean-centric. Nothing stellar, but I had fun writing them. Words: 990, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Drabble, Drabble Collection, Double Drabble, Between Seasons/Series, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fever, Hospitals, Hospitalization, Injections, Needles, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Hallucination Lucifer (Supernatural) | Hallucifer, Sick Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Caring Dean Winchester, Hurt Sam Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Sam Winchester, Sickfic, Ficlet Collection, Non-English Source read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ky1VjL0

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Nice! For me, I'm fairly convinced that one way Dean died (that wouldn't be shown on The CW) is jerking it to some cable porn and having a random heart attack. *LOL*

And my favorite au/trope/setting for Wincest... well there's several depending on my mood, but I love pre-series stuff as a setting, for tropes I'm a sucker for "fuck-or-die", and for AU's there was a particularly well-done Hunger Games one done that I really enjoyed reading. But honestly I'm willing to give a lot of au's a chance if they're done well and the characters come through.

For the Wincest Wednesday asks, 6 and 8?

Happy Wincest Wednesday!!

6. what's one way you think dean died in mystery spot that wasn't shown? hmmm.....it sounds so werid saying it but something that I'm pretty sure could have happened is Dean dying of a staph infection or something.

like say he gets a small cut or something but it leads to a staph infection even though sam cleaned it for him.

8.favorite au/trope/setting for wincest? Ooooh mpreg is always one of my favorites, I love domestic!chesters, late seasons post chuck where they're settled in domestic bliss. I love alpha!dean and omega!sam, I've been thinking a lot of fem!sam lately, I just love thinking of them in all sorts of situations.

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hunting fucking sucks: a fic rec list

I just love when their lives suck not because they’re vessels for archangels or whatever, but just because their job is the worst. thankless, dangerous, morally ambiguous, leaving them injured and dirty and bone-tired. i <3 whump

Due East by sowell (4,700 words)

Just hunts and angst and them, together. Love the characterization. 

“I think I like you injured. Less bitchy,” Dean says with a smile, and Sam blinks at him. / “What?” / “You think I haven’t noticed you sulking for two days straight?”

Hard to Come By by sevenfists (1,700 words)

Hunting, driving around, sleeping in shitty motels. Making difficult choices, dealing with hard realities. 

"You don't smoke," Sam says, and Dean says, "What's it look like I'm doing?" The cigarette tastes like ass. He smokes it anyway, tapping the ash out the open window. It's August. Sam turns up the air conditioning. Dean turns it back down.

Below Breath by kalliel (3,100 words)

Season 2, case fic. Love the complete lack of exposition. You’re just thrown into it on Dean’s terms, and everything is complicated and difficult and unknown. 

Dude, he says, and shoves you in the back with his shotgun. You resist the urge to turn around and smack him with it. Or kiss him, all teeth. See how much he’s paying attention then. 

Every Rhyme Without Reason by kalliel (44,800 words) 

Season 1, case fic, Sam POV. Fascinating and atmospheric and a tough read bc Sam’s life is very uphill at this point, but he’s so present, wrestling and grappling with it. Love him. <3

Maybe they killed that rawhead, released that reaper, slashed that bax'aan's throat. Maybe they'll kill this thing in Rime. But this is what's gonna get them: They have $127.34, four more nights, half a tank of gas, and some cold leftovers to their name. Out here, there's nowhere to go but down; and even then, they're going to have to limp.

With Gravy by kalliel (3,700 words)

Vague season 2. A hunt gone wrong. Slim chances of survival, complete darkness, pain, and heroism. 

The tunnel stretches on and on, and all Dean hears is their footsteps getting heavier, sloppier. One kid cries. The woman cries. The man's leg doesn't quite clear some jutting rocks, and he weeps.

The Real Thing by ameliacareful (14,200 words)

Jensen wakes up in a motel room in Dean’s place. So outsider POV. That thing about the third trial, about Tom and Shep… Kill me. 

“Are you doing that on purpose?” / “What?” / “Sounding like him?” / “A little. Does it work?” Jensen asked. / Sam did that funny little flicker of a smile/grimace that Jared only did as Sam. “Yeah, it does.” His gaze hardened. “Don’t do it again.” / Sam was suddenly very big. Armed. / “Gotcha,” Jensen said.

Catch Your Death by road_rhythm (22,300 words)

They work a ghost hunt while Sam’s sick. This fucks severely! All their petty fights and their biases and bickering really get the spotlight they deserve, as well as the fact that they just really love and care about each other. Feels exactly like a really good ep of s2. And takes up some of the interesting Sam issues as well.

It was this, every time. Sam lashed out and Dean came back with impenetrable patience and washcloths and medicine and touch and one day it would be his life. And there was no answering back to that.

my habit of breaking hearts as soon as i have them by acccording2thelore (6,600 words)

WARNING: major character death. 

A hunt gone wrong. Staggering grief and horror mixed with intimacy and connection. <3 

If he can just get to Garth, he can send up some of his people and help carry Sam to the base of the mountain. Dean won’t make it that far.

the blurriness of being alive by hathfrozen (3,500 words)

WARNING: major character death. 

Sam dies of an infection.

“They don’t get to grieve for him,” Dean tells Miracle when he decides he isn’t calling anybody to tell them. “They ain’t allowed. They don’t get it.” Dean’s had the worst things in the known universe leeching off of him, trying to turn him into evil, but this is the most rotten, meanest he’s ever felt. He doesn’t fucking care.

A Lifetime or Two by nigeltde (18,400 words)

They work a case with their mom; Sam gets banged up; they try something new. This fic feels so real and lived in. The familiarity between Sam and Dean, the way Sam feels left out, Sam’s quiet loneliness and enduring hope, Dean’s desperate affection. <3

Sam would say lucky it was just broken bones. Lucky nothing else cut too deep. Lucky his ear was intact. Dean gets lost, strung out, trying to calculate: if Sam had been concussed, would that still be good luck? If he’d lost the finger, should Dean be thankful? Where does it end, the tallying? Sam thrown through glass, dragged across pavement, tossed into a car, stitched up in this cramped doll’s house of a room, having to bluntly endure; this is what he’s supposed to be grateful for?

Settle Down My Shivered Bones by abitingsmile (4,800 words)

WARNING: disordered eating, food insecurity, and child neglect. 

Pre-series. John, unreliable and off hunting somewhere, and Sam and Dean, making it work with too little cash and too little food. Love this exact flavor of codependency, not sweet, but hard-earned and for survival. 

Sam still bickered with him about school and television and laundry, but not about food. Hell, he practically waited for Dean to give him permission to eat, because that way they knew there’d be enough. John or no, this was something incredibly important they could control, they could handle. John simply wasn’t in the loop anymore.

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Are we calling women who read shitty harlequin romance novels porn addicts now?

If you read one paragraph of vintage victorian smut you'd hurl.