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🕯️ 20s | Wincest-only blog | samgirl | she/her

I post and reblog strictly bottom!sam and top!dean

wincest, weecest, gencest,weirdcest (everything with brothers)

I like sam/lucifer, sam/brady, sam/john, sam/azazel, sam/jake

love J2 too (but i don’t post them)

proship — this blog is a safe for fiction and exploring dark/complex themes

nsfw | deaddove +18

dislikes: fem!sam; fem!dean; mary and sam’s haters; destiel; top!sam; bottom!dean; sam without a pussy

Feel free to send me asks, drop by my inbox, or leave a comment — it’ll make me really happy! 🤎

The fandom loves to make soulless!sam as cold, calculating, dark even predatory. The "dom alpha daddy," and some go as far as labeling him a rapist(!) It’s so fucking wrong.

Sam Winchester spent centuries in the Cage. Centuries of torture at Lucifer's hands. We're explicitly told Lucifer violated him physically and psychologically in ways the show can only hint at (and Michael too).

When Sam's body was finally pulled out, his soul was left behind, still being tortured. The soulless!sam is not "evil twin" or "true nature without conscience." It was Sam's body with Sam's mind and Sam's memories, just completely severed from the part of him that was actively still being tortured…

It looks like pure romance – but it is not. She turns from his lips, unwilling. He holds her suspended in the trench, balanced between his arms and the abyss. Any resistance and she would fall. So she yields, with no choice but to let him take what he desires.

Dean’s wide, calloused palm cracking across Sam’s soft cheek, making his head snap to the side.

John knows Sam is Dean’s wife now, his property. Sam belongs to Dean completely, body and soul, but John is still the father. He bred that boy into the world with his own cock, and that truth makes him so hard.

He has every right to pin his son down and bury himself inside that tight, perfect hole, reminding Sam exactly who made him.

dean has insane madonna-whore complex

Devil: Ah, how beautiful you are today. The state of your body, your spirit... That is what stokes my desire and fills me up! Jeanne: Satan! Devil: So they call me. Now, my wife. Tell me what you want. Ill give you anything. What do you want to do?Jeanne: Something bad. Devil: What? Jeanne: Anything... so long as it's bad. Devil: Good answer! That's the Jeanne I know! Now give me your womb, Jeanne, Your soul... And take what I have to give!

Devil: That's right! But I'm also the one who saved you. Jeanne: Saved me?

Devil: [the devil laughing] You're mine now. Your body, your soul. Jeanne: Lies! My soul belongs to Jean... and to God. Devil: You beautiful fool. Still you resist me, even when you're beneath the rod! You're mine already, but I want you to accept me of your own free will. I also want your heart and soul. Otherwise, he will... Jeanne: This flesh, this rotting flesh, l'll give it to you if it will save Jean. [the devil kisses Jeanne. Jeanne: But not my soul. I will never give you my soul! Devil: [the devil laughing. Very well then. Hang onto it for a bit longer. [the devil rapes Jeanne]

Devil: Jeanne, since the day you were born into this world, you were my friend, my ally. You and I have been destined for one another because of your wicked heart and devilish charm.

He got so fucking mad. He feels that his cock swells even harder. Dean grabbed Sam’s hips and slammed into him faster.

“You miss your daddy?” Dean growled. “I’m your dad now. I’m the one fucking you.”

He pounded Sam harder, deep and rough, then leaned down close to his ear.