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Omfg the results are *chefs kiss*

happy wincest wednesday! no nuance poll

factor in both capacity to be annoying and capacity to be aroused by being annoyed. or don’t. I did say no nuance

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For the tag game: I would LOVE to see a bit of both 🍭 and 🌈 if you wouldn't mind plz? 👀✨

I apologise for how long these turned out!!

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There was steel in Dean’s eyes when he’d confronted Sam; a raising of his voice, grit and gravel, and the overwhelming scent of violence. Sam had considered backing down, a careful acquiescence – a safe move, really, considering the heat in his brother’s gaze, the spark of virulent discord – instead, and in hind sight very stupidly, he’d tilted his head to the side, gave Dean a narrow-eyed stare and said, “If you want to hit me. Hit me.”

The blow hadn’t come as a surprise – a resounding hit straight to Sam’s jaw, a bloom of pain, sharp-edged – but when Dean wrestled him to the floor, pinning Sam underneath him with a forearm pressed tightly to his neck, that was surprising.

Because Dean never took it this far. Not even when he was pissed. He’d throw a punch or two. He’d shove Sam around a little. But, for the most part he kept himself in line. Controlled himself.

This wasn’t controlled. It was frantic, a tussle on the ground as Sam fought to throw off his brother, to unseat him, to remove the arm constricting his breath and pressing unremittingly into his tender windpipe.

Panic had set in quickly when he realised Dean wasn’t budging. A weight on Sam’s thighs and hip, holding him down as if it were easy, and for Dean it was. He wasn’t holding back his strength this time. A slipping of his control, a giving way of something animalistic.

And as Sam struggled under the pressure at his throat, he saw the look in Dean’s eyes; equal parts excitement and frustration. A predatory thing. It made Sam’s chest hitch, a stifled breath, a desperate pleading of his strained voice.

“Dean… don’t.”

He’d seen that look before. Never from Dean. But from the countless Alpha’s that sought to claim him. Darkened gazes and lascivious intentions.

“Don’t, what?” Dean countered. His voice pitched low. Sam hated the way his spine went cold; unease, disquiet. Yet, his stomach quivered, heated through with some unnameable emotion. Something slippery and sinuous and addictive.

He drew in a feeble breath, watching the way Dean leaned down a little; even in the lamplit room he could see the grit of stubble along his jawline, the gleam of green and ochre in his eyes. And Dean’s scent was shifting, subtly, a warm thing now. Struck through with something assiduous.

“You smell strange.” Sam told him, because he couldn’t answer Dean’s question. Don’t, what?

Don’t hurt me. Don’t look at me like I’m beneath you. Like I’m worthless, useless, just a thing to be used.

Don’t… don’t… make me feel this way.

Too warm. Like the very marrow of his bones was alight. A simmer of heat through his body. He could feel the damp sweat under his armpits, at the small of his back, his hairline, and he heard the way his breath came ragged. As though he’d ran a four-minute mile.

He couldn’t place the feeling shifting through his innards. It was not disgust. It was only vaguely reminiscent of disquiet.

It felt a little too close to need.

“Yeah?” Dean shifted atop him, securing his knees tightly against either side of Sam’s hips, and leaned a little closer. A wash of warm breath against Sam’s lips. He wanted to throw Dean off of him.

He wanted to deck him as hard as Dean had hit him.

He wanted to spit in his face and tell Dean to snap out of it.

He wanted Dean to come closer. To press against his body a little harder.

He… fuck. He didn’t know what the hell he wanted anymore.

“Sammy,” softly said, at odds with the glint of dominance sitting jarringly vivid in Dean’s gaze. It made something turn over inside Sam, a somersault of his stomach. Not unpleasant.

“What?” he injected as much bite into the word as he could muster with his throat pinned and Dean smirking down at him.

“You look like you want me to kiss you.”

What the fuck…? “Dean… what the hell are y–”

The forearm across his throat pressed unyielding down, a pressure in Sam’s ears – the cacophony of his heartbeat – and he might’ve cried out in alarm, a frenzied sort of desperation, because Dean was going to choke him out if he didn’t stop, but then Dean was dropping down, a flurry of his breath against Sam’s jaw, a hushed curse word that sounded like fuck it, and Dean was kissing him.

🍭

The boy was sour with sweat, damp fringe and wet temples and beaming around a mouthful of ice cream. Sebastian didn’t hear what the child was saying, too focused in on the sticky chin, milky with vanilla ice cream.

“You’re such a messy eater.” He reached out over the table. Sequestered away in the corner booth as they were no one would be able to see much of anything. Though, he was always careful. He wouldn’t risk his livelihood for being brash. Nor would he put the boy in such a position.

The boy held still as Sebastian took his chin between his thumb and fingers. A smear of stickiness across the plump bottom lip, which Sebastian swiped away – savouring the uncertain little glance the boy spared towards the table closet to them. The old man there was hidden behind his newspapers, utterly oblivious.

“People will see.” Still, despite his quiet words, the child didn’t pull away. Sparing Sebastian a rather plain look and an uncertain little nibble of his lower lip, a nervous habit the child had. That and his nails. Tsk.

“No one is looking.”

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There’s so much talent here!! Omg!! It’s perfect!

https://www.tumblr.com/metztlilix/776326199429545984/this-singular-scene-right-here-was-more-fanservice

ur tags…could you draw dean pulling sams hair ?

FUCK yes

it’s giving teenchesters a bit but don’t be fooled this is their dynamic all the way up until they died

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No but why is it so accurate 😂😂

dean winchester.

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@h28731 Wth how??? Omg so many things jump out and I’m ravenous for more!!

Here’s my favourite parts (but all of it is pure gold!!)

You always have such skill in describing pain/injuries, that kind of thing! But my gosh the emotion you managed to put into just these small snippets was impressive

For the “make me write” tag game, lovely!

🐍 - I’m a sucker for time travel!!

🐈‍⬛ - also adding this because it seems so interesting!!

But you’re welcome to pick which one takes your fancy!

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Ohh okay here goes nothing!

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Draco stopped, looking at Theo, who was eyeing him carefully with a mixture of worry and pity, and something else.

"If you could change it, everything. If you'd get a chance make it all right, to fix things - would you?"

"If you're talking about a time turner, and purely hypothetically I'd hope, then no. I wouldn't," he fixed Draco with his eyes, oak meeting ice, "the danger of making things worse than they are... It's not worth it."

And because I feel like it :)

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Sebastian hadn't stopped once they'd left Slytherin's Scriptorium. He hadn't looked back - had only had eyes for the book. And maybe if he'd turned around once more, if only he'd seen what Salazar Slytherin's notes had cost, he wouldn't have been so happy about finding them at all.

A sharp pain, like a knife to the ribs, shot through him again. The ripples of, what Nikolay could only describe as aftershocks of the Cruciatus Curse, made his legs give out under him. His knees hit the cold stone floor of the dungeons, as another wave of pain washed over him.

More than 3 sentences, but oh well. :)

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Ooh thank you so much for the tag, lovely @the-flaming-nightmare 💖💖 this is such an interesting tag game!!

Rules: for every emoji I receive I’ll write 3 sentences (or more) and share a bit of what I write! ✍🏻

🍭 - au modern sebaciel

🌈 - abo wincest (alpha!Dean / omega!Sam)

💋 - Hannigram smut

👠 - Wincest forced feminisation smut (top!Dean / bottom!Sam)

I have no idea if I’ve done this correctly but imma roll with it! In return I’m tagging the ever lovely @motelsnleatherseats @samwinchestersgirl83 @o0justanartist0o and I could never not tag the wonderful @h28731 ❤️❤️ only if you want to, of course! No pressure!

Make me Write

Saw one of my moots do this and leave it an open tag the other day, and since it's also been a hot minute since I last did this, I decided "why not"!

Rules: For every emoji I receive, I will write 3 sentences (or more) and share some of what I write.

🍼 – PSON Agere: The Slap Incident

🫀 – Caregiver!Seb and Lil!Ciel + Protective Pluto Oneshot

😭 – Daddy!Dexter and Little!Harrison Oneshot

🍯 – Papa!Seb & Lil!Ciel

💔 – Daddy!Owen and Little!TK Oneshot

🩹 – Daddy!Hotch and Little!Spencer

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @thegoeticcleric, @phantomhiveroyaltea, @anewkindofme, @snowviolettwhite, @pimento-playing-hopscotch, @actualalligator, @laneybishop89, @nottapossum, @autisticalastor, @otpcutie, @snarkythewoecrow, @pibsboots, @unsurprisinglyren and anyone else who wants to join!

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Laughing!!! But its so true 😂😂

if you actually care about the canon spn then you know that the d in dean winchester stands for domestic violence

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Oh my god the sam squirting ficlet is one of the best things I’ve read pretty please for anything more like that 🤲🤲🤲

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If your post is the little pupper in his stylish coat then I’m the one absolutely freaking out in excitement because this ask is so lovely and I’m so happy you sent it!! It’s made my day 🥹

I might just have to write some more stuff like it 🙂‍↕️💖

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This is the gif I imagine for this post.

The utter desire displayed overtly on his face, but Sammy is painfully oblivious and mistakes it for some sort of derision 🥲

Dean (his voice brimming with barely restrained lust): he’s such a nerd.

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Imagine the power play between alpha!Alpha Dean and alpha!Sam, the push-pull, the physical dominance (mostly on Dean behalf) and the abso-fucking-lutely obsessive need Dean has to own and take and break his baby brother, to mould him into his ideal. Into the Omega he was supposed to be.

This Wincest Wednesday I'm thinking about ABO!SamDean because every scenario is delicious

Omega!Sam going into heat and Dean trying really hard not to jump his little brother

on the other hand - Omega!Sam going into heat and Dean jumping his little brother at the first chance he gets

Alpha!Dean getting pissed at his little brother when he presents as an omega, not because he has something inherently against omegas but because this will make his own life more diffcult (in whatever way)

Alpha!Dean getting pissed when other people get interested in Omega!Sam because damnit, yes, he knows he has no claim but how dare anybody try to get with Sam

[or even: Alpha!Dean pissed when Sam presents as an Alpha because that's just wrong and his little brother was supposed to fit with him forever and that just can't happen when he's an alpha too. (And now he has to find a way to accidentally get Sam changed into an Omega)]

There are soo many more and in all cases Dean would be even more obsessive and possessive than usual <3

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Someone pls write this masterful idea!!!!

dean driving all the way to stanford after years of not seeing his brother, but stopping at something like a brothel to calm his nerves before he goes to sams place, only to be met with the sight of his little brother in red lingerie smoking a cigarette with other half naked girls and boys, all covered in hickeys as the 'receptionist' notices hes looking at that particular boy and offers him for something hilariously cheap like 100 an hour

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I love this! And I’m so on board with Sam being a nail biter! ༼՟ິͫཀ՟ິͫ༽

a psychodynamic approach to wincest since they are a freudian nightmare:

- the conscious, preconscious and unconscious

both of their conscious thoughts are to protect, to protect each other, protect people from monsters etc. their preconscious thoughts are similar, memories of hunts gone wrong, trauma from their parents or even wholesome memories between the two. but their unconscious is the fucked up part lolll. deans unconscious is literally samsamsam, everything is motivated by his want for sam, or his control of sam. sams unconscious is all about pleasing his big brother, doing what dean says, does and wants.

- the id, ego and superego

dean is id dominant, change my mind. what is it he said during the famine episode “i eat when i want to eat, have sex when i want to” something along those lines. he is sooooo selfishly motivated, even when it comes to sam. it’s because he wants sam, that’s why he protects him. purely selfish. whereas sam is slightly superego dominant, he’s a people pleaser, he does what he’s told. UNTIL it comes to john then his ego balences everything out because his desire to please and his morals clash.

- psychosexual stages

yay this is the fun bit. dean is fixated in the anal stage. he is so anally retentive it’s insane, his need for control is so apparent and there was defooo a problem in his anal stage LMAO (15months - 3 years). now sams a bit tricky because you could argue two ways. i personally believe he’s fixated in the oral stage (oral fixation sam truther here) which would explain his dependency issues (on dean lol) but also his demon blood addiction. also idk if it’s canon but i fully believe sam is a nail biter which is also a product of being stuck in the oral stage. the interruption in the oral stage could have also been caused by the demon blood being fed to him as he was 6 months and the oral stage is birth-18 months. HOWEVER if you’re a girl!sam and samjohn truther sam being stuck in the phallic stage and having an electra complex would totally work. rivalling his mother for his fathers attention (rivalling DEAN for johns attention since mary wasn’t there?). or sam wanting his mother (deans) attention and therefore resenting his father. either way sam has an oepedius or electra complex LMAO. also castration anxiety, identification bla bla bla psychology

- defence mechanisms

repression, denial? those boys ignore everything. displacement? GOD the amount of times they’ve punched eachother whilst being mad at someone else or punched someone else because they’re mad at eachother. reaction formation? this is the epitome of wincest. they wanna fuck so bad they hurt eachother.

okay i’m done

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The 1st pic has me weak!!!

Wincest Wednesday anyone?

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Okay but can you imagine Dean getting a touch too rough with Sam? Gripping a fistful of his baby brother’s hair - an abrupt movement, swift and hardly thought through - and he’s tugging Sam back against him, hearing the way Sam stumbles, taken by surprise, and the breathy grunt of shock that is hastily replaced with a deeper, more desperate sound.

“Dean -”

But Dean doesn’t want to hear it. Sam has stepped out of line one too many times and he’s done.

He wrenches his wrist a little, holding tight to the handful of Sam’s hair, unremitting grip. Grit and gravel words spoken roughly against the shell of his brother’s ear, “Enough, Sammy.”

He sees the way Sam’s throat ripples with a swallow, hears it go down, made louder by the awkward angle he’s holding Sam’s neck at, bent a touch too far back, tipped to the side. Held in place.

And he wants to bite at the line of Sam’s jaw. To taste the flutter of his frantic pulse in the hollow of his collarbone. To demand that Sam listen to him for once.

Instead, and with a gossamer, feeble tendrils of awareness slowly returning his senses, he gives Sam’s hair one final pull, sharp, a twist and tug and he leans into the warmth of Sam’s neck, biting out his words in a low voice, “You need to behave.”

Sam’s unbidden noise when he’s released, tripping forward, catching himself against the doorframe, is equal parts frustrated and something else, something a little beseeching. It hooks behind Dean’s ribcage and rips holes in his lungs.

He can’t breathe right. But that’s okay because Sammy’s cheeks look flushed and he can’t meet Dean’s gaze and maybe... just maybe they are both a little fucked up.

sam's hair seems like it would be long enough for a little baby ponytail in some seasons. could be yanked or pulled on. just sayin

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Tumblr refreshing while I’m midway through reblogging and adding my thoughts (gifs, paragraphs, pics) to wincest posts and it’s all just gone in a blink of the eye.

I’ve lost count of all the posts that have been lost in the void because the app decides, hey babe, no warning but imma reeeeefreshhhh now. Immediately now. BAM! Did you reblog the couple hundred words you had written??

No! No I did not and I never learn my lesson.

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Oh this is beyond words! So beautiful!!!

The eyes are messed up and I did the mouth after all the shading

Don’t really like this one

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I want to consume this.

heaven has forsaken the masturbator