Okay real talk, I created separate AO3 for my wincest works (yes everything of mine is down, I did it and don't have a reason why) and my other works (such as criminal minds, hannibal, etc) and honestly I don't really give a fuck anymore and want to just post my wincest fics on my main AO3 ??
Because it's MY archive and everything but then it's also like, people subscribe to my notifs on my main so yes they can ignore the email but I don't want to be harassed and posted anywhere and even have my other works discredited because of my wincest fics? Basically my question is, should I give a fuck and separate them for my sanity and anyone else's or should I not and realize people are gonna tweak out and criticize everything and anything anyways?
The reason I'm struggling with this is because I have always liked problematic ships and around middle school, I got introduced to the purity culture and felt the need to hide my ships and be ashamed (even though I can clearly and absolutely separate fiction from reality and have always understood the difference between what I read and what's right in reality). Even small ships like STETER from teen wolf are unlikely for me to post even tho I write them bcs I don't want to be harassed for it (Ironic for this account but it's my safe space for wincest) even though it's not that problematic.
I guess I just want everyone else's opinions on it. I'm really wanting to get off a lot of social media because of how toxic and purity culture it is like. I literally see people criticize things like femme x butch lesbian relationships and say they're wrong and shouldn't exist because it feeds a stereotype and quite frankly, the inability for people to understand historical concepts things that were conceived for many reasons or think critically is making me want other just block everyone, delete all apps and call it a day because most of the time, they won't let themselves be educated either and it's so annoying.
And to be honest, I'm sure that many writers on that website are pro-fic and just don't publicly say anything due to backlash from purity culture and many readers don't realize it.
I'm stressing over this stupid shit because I can't think of what to do. And I just need someone else to view it with me so I don't drive myself insane.
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Dean will call sam by sam and he/him pronouns in public when sam passes well but pushes sam behind the doors. Forcing Sam to put on skirts and dresses, calling him princess in a gender targeted way, saying how little sam's t-cock is, it's pathetic. Not even a tiny dick could make him more of a man. That as reactive as his t-cock gets, he still gets wet and loose for him like a bitch.
Thinking about Doe hybrid Sam and Fox Hybrid Dean. How when Deans close to his rut, he gets the need to hunt. To bite down on something. To dig his claws into their skin and Sam never completely understood that feeling, he was a prey hybrid after all but when he realized how hard it was for Dean to keep going everyday with his rut clouding his mind, he couldn’t help but want to help his big brother. To relieve his ache. So he’d give chase, let himself be caught and used by his brother.
Anything to make him happy. It’s what good brothers would do after all. So what if he had claw marks for days, bite marks littering his body and his scent covered all over him? It settled the need to be claimed in his little prey mind, that he was safe. He was never scared when Dean would chase after him, even if he was shaking and his heart was pounding. After all, Dean would take care of him after. Treat him all sweet and pretty while cleaning him up and sticking so close they were basically one when in public.
hi !! wincest fic idea :) cnc that turns into actual rape <3
tw: CNC, r4pe, inc3st
note: thought about writing this all day, thinking of furthering it some other day but this is what I came up with in about 30 minutes just now from the itch to write it <3 tell me what you think, would love your thoughts. (I am working on all other suggestions/prompts, dw you're not forgotten)
Sam's head was pushed down, air knocked out of his lungs as Dean's rough hands carded through his hair, fingers gripping in a tight hold to keep him there and yet he fought against the hold, desperately trying to climb up for air but his brother never let up.
"No-no, no, no-" He muffled into the pillow hand coming up to dig his nails into Dean's wrist who hissed in return, pulling him and pulling Sam's back to his chest.
"I told you I could've been more gentle if you were nicer, laying down like the whore you are. But no, no you want to fight back." His rough tone rang in Sam's ear and he was shoved down again, rough and mean.
He could hear the clink of the belt being taken off behind him, and it was like everything moved slowly, his hands clawing at the sheet as he attempted to move away but it was fruitless, truly. Dean was right behind, grabbing at the hands that tried their best to reach for freedom.
Sam may be bigger, taller but Dean was always stronger, able to round him up and move him how he pleased.
"Please, I'm sorry, please Dean, no-'' He cried out when his arm twisted behind his back. "No, please, I don't want to, Please-" the belt fastened around his wrist, tight enough to burn from the rough drag and dig of leather in his skin. And then Dean's hands were back onto him, rough and calloused as it pushed his front into the bed, other hand going to Sam's pants buttons, opening with haste, so easy - like Sam was free access to begin with.
And Dean treated him like that, pulling down his pants and boxers mid-thigh and he was exposed. It was embarrassing how his cock was red and throbbing between his legs, it was embarrassing how he whined when the cold air rushed to him.
He was reacting so well - like a true whore, Dean had thought as he took the disappointingly average cock in hand, giving a few dry jerks just to hear his little brother cry, leg kick out. He was always too sensitive for his own good. But good god did it make Dean twitch in his own boxers.
Sam could kick and cry out all he wanted but he enjoyed this, he wanted it. It was their little game after all. Big mean older brother Dean taking advantage of his little brother Sam who wouldn't want to hurt Dean too much to even properly protect himself. He was just Dean's baby, his toy. Always was and always will be.
So it wasn't surprising when Sam's tip began to leak when Dean dragged his nails down Sam's back, watching the red marks leave in their absence. Maybe it was wrong, the things it did to him when he saw it.
Dean pushed down his own pants and underwear just enough to slip out his cock, his slowly moved his hand from the middle of Sam's his ass, and just as he reached his ass, pulling his cheek to the side enough to get him a view of his hole, and that really got Sam to start a kicking mess again. And just as the first kick went out, little "no's" coming from his lips, Dean's hand landed harshly against the skin of ass, a red blooming under his palm and skin heating up.
But he didn't stop at one, he did it again, and again until all Sam was cry a couple of tears and finally stopped fighting against him, shaking legs giving up the hell they were raising.
Sam could feel the ache of his ass and it made his cock pulse, so close to the edge. But the pain wasn't over, a few little "no, no's" passed his lips before there was the feeling of a wet and blunt tip against his hole and he gasped, legs seizing - he was frozen, and scared and Dean was pushing in, liquid hot fire flooded his veins as the ache ran up his spine the further he forced his way in.
It wasn't right, something was wrong- it was never like this before, he couldn't explain it but he couldn't speak, the hands tied behind his back were tapping against Dean's abdomen, in the three tap pattern Dean swore he'd notice and stop at - that the play was over. Sam was gasping desperately for the little air he had to fill his lungs because he just couldn't breathe.
Dean was pulling out, and Sam waited and waited for the coo's and care that was to come but it didn't - "Awe, you're bleeding baby." he pushed back in and again and again - he wasn't stopping, not like he promised.
The pain was too much, like a never ending fire. Sam fought against the restraint, pulling desperately at them to get his hands free, to crawl and fight away. But the belt simply rubbed his wrist raw and he sobbed an honest sob. His throat was raw from it alone, dry and sore. He cried out for his brother, wanting his aid and not his pain.
"-hurt's, it hurts, hurt's, Dean, angh-" The air rushed out of him just as it had come. He couldn't remember what he was meant to say, couldn't remember the safe word.
Why didn't he stop when he tapped? Why did he keep going?
He tried tapping again, pressing against Dean's abdomen as it came again and again. Impaling him so deep it was all he could feel, all he could think about - about how much it hurt. How wrong, wrong, wrong it was. His thighs were shaking and they were aching. The only thing keeping them up was the death grip of Dean's hands on his hips.
Sam feverishly shook his head in the pillow, tears falling one after the other.
But it was like Dean was too caught up in the way Sam wrapped around him, sucking him in further - tighter than usual and it was just too good to stop, not when the tears and panic of Sam's shaking added to the pleasure coursing through his veins.
He would take what he wanted, he always would and will. So that's what he was doing. One hand grabbing onto the belt of the restricted hands and going deeper, drilling in until he truly couldn't go any further, pulling him to meet his hips in each thrust to hear the guttural groan that fell from his baby brother's lips.
To say he was obsessed with Sam's ass was an understatement, he was addicted. The little sobs and babble of words fueled him on. Only he could do this to Sam, no one else could have him, make him into the mess he is. He owned Sam.
At some point, Sam's struggles and fighting began to cease, just laying limp. He had no fight left in him, choking on his own tears with groans climbing up his throat. There was never a spark of pleasure, it was like someone was ripping apart his insides. The zipper of Dean's jeans digging into his skin with every thrust, he wouldn't be surprised if he was bleeding from it alone. The raw rubbing of cloth against the back of his thighs was bordering painful.
He waited, waited after every thrust, every groan from Dean that he would stop, that this would be the last, that he would pull out and acknowledge him, apologize, anything, he'd accept anything if he would just stop.
But it didn't, it dragged for what felt like hours. He didn't even notice when Dean was done, filling him up raw with his cum, groaning "fuck" mindlessly as his hips stuttered inside of him. The white mess leaked out of him, mixing with the blood to create a pink as it dribbled down his thighs.
And he's never felt so numb, so used, so discarded as Dean simply pulled up his jeans like it was just another night. Like he didn't care.
But, like a kicked puppy, Sam called out for him in a rough and broken voice. "De-an."
After all, Dean was all he had. All he wanted. All he needed.
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Does anyone have any requests or wincest (samdean) prompts ? <3
I've been in such a bad writing slump and it's either hard to think or hard to write and finish anything. I'm hoping seeing something people want would be helpful. Any thoughts welcomed, nothing's too taboo or dark <3 Or light.
Just in my wincest feels, and thinking about Sam and Dean’s greatest fears. Sam’s that Dean will always choose someone else over him, and a fear that all he does is let Dean down, and Dean’s that Sam does not really want this life, and all he has ever done is hold Sam back.
Sam’s insecurity/fear is really interesting when you think about how hard that must always be for him. He thinks that Dean holds the stars and constantly sees how many people are attracted to his personality (Benny, Crowley, Charlie, Cas, Bobby etc). Sam knows how kind, loving, selfless and consuming Dean is and his love, and feels incredibly threatened when it seems someone may take his place.
Dean is protective, Sam is possessive.
That scene, where the brothers are in therapy with Jack, talking about their mum’s (yes, I’m a Brit) death and Sam says, something along the lines of ‘who does she always go to for help’ my understanding of this line, beyond that obvious, that Dean as the older brother, had more of a real relationship with their mother, but Sam as we all know in this fandom is incredibly clingy and covetous of Dean and his affections, and knows what other people see when they look at Dean, because Sam sees it too.
Dean’s love is consuming, and Sam has always wanted it all for himself, the idea that someone might ever take his place, terrifies Sam. We especially saw this in season 11, with the Amara and Dean storyline, Sam was like a scorned lover for the entire season.
