@deeranger / deeranger.tumblr.com
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)
does anyone know of any good unrequited wincest fics? like actually unrequited, not just perceived or temporary unrequited? could either be unrequited sam or unrequited dean i’m not picky i’m just in the mood to do myself great harm
I don't know if "unrequited wincest" as in noncon suffices? If it does, I shamelessly self-rec my fics "Brother Corrupted", "Better Than a Dream, Worse Than a Nightmare" and "Fabric of Dreams". 😈 I warn you though, they're pretty dark. And very unrequited. All bottom!Sam.
for @deeranger
The truck's parked on a quiet side-street and John's on foot, boots soft on the concrete from long wear over miles of hunting ground. His gun stashed back in the glove compartment but a knife holstered at easy reach under the fold of his coat. He's keeping to the shadowed part of the sidewalks but turns out that hardly matters. Gnaws at him, cold fanged teeth up in his guts, around his lungs. Pierced wounds spilling bile. What a pathetic exercise this has come to be.
Streetlight on blonde hair. Girlish laugh and big hands cupped around a sweet smiling face. She tips her head back and even twenty yards back John can see the crinkling happiness around her eyes. How taken she is, and how—vulnerable. The pale span of her throat when long fingers trail down it, an open expanse where any willing hand could wrap around and throttle the air to nothingness, or snap that graceful neck, or take a blade and carve a second smile and watch what spilled all over that pretty white dress. John can see it as clearly as though it were happening right now, on this half-lit sleepy street, midnight approaching. The blood, pooling dark down her breasts and belly, glazing everything in that sheen of red.
Holy fuck, that's dark. And quite poetic too!!! I adore the pacing of it, that frantic feel throughout and John's deranged inner monologue. Not to mention ravaged Sammy!! Can't get enough ravaged Sammy! 😅 Thank you so much for writing this! ♥️
(Supernatural)
Sam and Cas will kiss and hold hands whenever they get the chance, but date night is for heavy kink. And Sam has really been wanting to try some kidnapping roleplay.
Sam is a trans man in this story. Dom!Cas/Sub!Sam.
Warnings: Roleplay of a kidnapping and rape. Knifeplay and threats of violence, gagging and handcuffing. Although there are no slurs, there is (roleplayed) fetishization of Sam’s trans-ness. This is consensual and all of it was discussed ahead of time. There is a safeword and aftercare.
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Well.... Fuck. 🥵😳
That awesome feeling you get when you're bummed because it's your birthday again, and you really feel like some dusty, wine-chugging dinosaur, but then a kind soul gifts you with 9K of delicious noncon Wincest whump!??? 😮 I mean, damn, you know how to cheer me up, girl! THANK YOU!!! ❤️
TammyRenH wrote this absolutely wicked dark!fic about a demonic Dean from the future who decides to visit young Sam at Stanford... And his only mission is to get his little brother to please him in every way a brother certainly shouldn't. And make him do it willingly. Well... Sort of. 😏
If you want to indulge in this seriously brutal wincest noncon fic, you'll find it HERE! 😍
Mind the tags! This is one very dead dove. 🕊️ But if it's your thing, hey, go ahead and give it a read and show TammyRenH some love! ❤️
TW: abusive relationship, dubcon, strangulation, murder, emotional/mental abuse, DEAN IS NOT A GOOD GUY)
Wincest Unhinged #7 Sam's scared, he's so fucking scared.
"If you love me, you'll let me do this." Dean says low into his ear.
"I do…I do love you, I'm just…"
Dean kisses his neck; "You don't trust me after all I've done for you?" He sounds hurt. Sam quickly shakes his head; "No, no, I do it's just…it's just a lot."
"If you can't do it, just say so. I can find someone else, and it'll be your fault. Just like last time."
Last time. The last time Sam said no to one of Dean's games. Dean offered Sam a beer, told him it was okay, he understood, and within a few minutes, Sam felt so fucking groggy. Dean came up behind him and wrapped an arm across his chest, pulling him backwards.
"I love you."
Dean held him, the embrace loving and possessive.
Something was wrong. Very, very, wrong.
"It'll take effect in a minute, don't worry, you'll be fine." Dean promised.
"What?" Sam slurred, trying to get his eyes to focus.
If Dean said something, Sam doesn't remember.
Sam remembers waking up, handcuffed to a bed. He remembers seeing someone, a man he didn't know laying beside him, staring at him without blinking, his eyes rolled back slightly, his mouth hung open.
He was dead.
But more horrifying, he looked like Sam.
"He won't hurt you, he can't." Dean promised. Sam jerked his head to the side, looking at his brother. "What did you do?! What the fuck did you do?!"
Sam thrashed on the bed, pulling at the cuffs. Dean covered Sam's mouth, fingers pressing so hard, Sam knew there would be bruises.
Dean pressed his forehead against Sam's; "Shh…Sammy, you need to be very, very, quiet, and listen to me. I need to take a shower."
Sam gave Dean a confused look.
"I am going to let you go, and I'm going to take a shower. In that time I want you to make a decision. You can either help me clean up this mess as an apology for the trouble you caused or you can call the police. But I promise you, I will not be going to jail."
Dean didn't even give the option of Sam running.
They both knew he wouldn't.
Dean took a step back, releasing Sam.
"Tell me you understand."
Sam bites his lip and nods; "Ill help."
"Thats my boy."
Sam got into the shower with his brother, washed his skin clean, kissed his fingertips, let Dean push those same fingers into him, and worked him open, slow and gentle.
"Feel good, doesn't it, baby boy? He didn't feel as good as you. You're so much tighter…"
Sam let out a soft moan, rolling his hips back.
"Kid didn't tighten up until I had my hands on his throat."
Dean curled his fingers around Sam's cock, pumping him, and fuck, it feels so fucking good.
"There's no shame in telling big brother what you need."
Sam pushes back, trying to get Dean's fingers deeper, trying to get him to touch that spot.
He's getting off on the hands that just strangled someone. He knows this. But Sam can't get past the urge to fuck.
When he begs for Dean, so embarrassingly needy, Dean looks proud.
That was the last time. This is now.
Right now Dean has him naked on the bed, working him open, pushing the head of his cock in and out of Sam's unprepped hole.
Dean doesn't speak, doesn't acknowledge that Sam is in pain, hell he seems to be enjoying it a little more because of the noises Sam makes.
'You can say no or stop at any time, but you know the consequences.'
"Dean, Dean, please," Sam chokes out, voice breaking, " I wanna…" He pushes against Dean's chest.
Dean kissed him, cutting off his words; "You know I won't let anything happen to you, why don't you trust me? Don't you love me?"
He does, he loves and trusts Dean so fucking much. "I do…I promise I do…"
"Then dont fight me."
Before Sam could react Dean grabbed his throat, Sam's hands flying instinctively to grab Dean's arms as his air was cut off
"Relax." Dean growls, and gives a hard painful thrust pushing the entire length of his cock in at once.
Dean moans, and when Sam lets his arms fall to the sides, Dean gives Sam that same look of pride he gave before, and for just a moment, the satisfaction that Sam made Dean happy, overshadowed the fear and panic of not being able to breathe.
Then Dean squeezed tighter, rolling his hips. "Feel so fucking good, doing great Sammy, little more, almost there…"
Despite his promise, Sam grabs at Dean's arm's he hits, and scratches, tries to beg with eyes for Dean to let up.
'Trust me, love me, trust me…" Deans words echo in his head, and fuck, he does. Dean's killing him, but he still loves him.
The world slips away…
Sam's eyes fly open as he takes in air, Sam feels Dean roll him onto his side.
"There you go." Dean says, rubbing his back. "Thought I lost ya there for a second. You did so fucking great Sammy, felt fucking amazing. You made me cum so fucking hard."
Dean gently lifted Sam's head onto his lap, fingers stroking through Sam's hair.
"Thank you, baby, boy. We can do it again tomorrow since you liked it so much too."
Sam glanced down, saw his own thighs covered with cum.
He hated that. He fucking hated it.
But he loves Dean more.
"Anything for you, De."
as a fellow fuck or die enjoyer, do you have any favourites or recs?
hello, fellow person of culture! you would think I'd have more, but I'm bad at bookmarking and remembering things, and I'll just be like "hee hee that was good!" and then lose it forever, so I doubt I have much you haven't read
but- an all-time favourite is two pieces of the gallows by nigeltde. just a very solid pwp written perfectly. there are lines from this I've straight up memorized
also, recently published and widely beloved- the constant vow by deadlybride. a multi-chapter, genderswap fuck or die case fic that is an absolute masterclass in the trope.
everyone should reply to this with your favourite fuck or dies so I can get a bigger collection going
I can shamelessly self rec this fuck-or-die fic of mine in case anyone is in the mood for some forced wincest noncon.... As in Dean really DOESN'T want to hurt his brother in any way, but if he wants Sam to survive he HAS to... 😏
Title: "Doom and Salvation"
Word count: 14,883
Characters: Dean/Sam, Castiel
Warnings: Graphic noncon fuck-or-die, graphic violence, desperate Dean, one very hurt Sam, crying, sad brothers, witches, somewhat ambiguous ending with fix-it vibes
Summary:
Sam and Dean are hunting a powerful witch with the help of Castiel. But one night Sam ventures out on his own and just about everything goes wrong. Now it's up to Dean and Cas to get him back alive. Only, that proves to be a challenging feat because they've walked right into a carefully laid trap and now the witch has them right where she wants them. Outnumbered and overpowered the trio has no choice but to dance to the witch's tune in the hopes of getting out alive. But to her, this is game night - and the brothers better play their cards just right to survive. But is it really worth it in the end? After all, some things are worse than death.
Summary: Double wincest, John/Sam, Sam/Dean + Sam/Others. With cross-dressing Sammy who loves dick and plaid miniskirts. Word count: 1500. Explict For my friend @azrielrose this has no beta
TW: Underage(Sam is 16), dubcon/noncon.
It started innocently enough. Sam had hand-stitched a skirt from a few of his old shirts that been torn on hunts. He never wears any of his skirts in front of his dad or Dean they just wouldn’t get it. Out with his friends though Sam can wear whatever he wants. It’s really not long with him going out dressed like that the teen starts to get attention. Men offering him money for sexual favors. All of this newfound attention is fun. It’s not like Dean or his dad are ever really around. They always hunt together and Sam is still getting left behind. So getting money and the time of older men cures his loneliness even if it’s just for short periods.
Everything changes the day he steps out gas station bathroom meets eyes with his father. His mouth gaps in shock his face bright red with embarrassment, “I…It’s not wh-"
I, uhh.... 😳
Demons Have Bad Manners, Chapter 2: Anal Training Published 2023-01-25 Words: 2865 Chapters: 2/6 By catnipster
Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Drugged Sex, Rape, Demon Dean Winchester, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Bondage, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Sam Winchester, Sexual Slavery, Butt Plugs, Sex Toys Language: English Collections: SPN Kink Events @spnkinkevents SPN Kink Bingo Prompt: Anal Training
Summary:
Dean settles into the bunker with Sam in tow, literally. Dean likes to experiment.
Yum yum yum yum and yummy yum! 🥵
So, @barbiedolldean wrote this brutal noncon fic that I commissioned!! 😳 It's beautifully messed up and it features a very horny and very cold sonnuvabitch: Bobby...! 😲 He's got the hots for Sam and really wants to quell some of that horniness..... But with Sam's protector/big brother always around, that isn't exactly an option.... But where there is a will there is a way - and so, he makes a lust potion just so he can manipulate Dean into wanting Sam too! That way they can both have a go! Noncon spitroasting ensues, of course! 🥵
If you like your fiction dark and your Sammy well-fucked, this might be a fic for you. Beware though, it's noncon and it's pretty brutal.
Thanks for exploring the alluring possibilities that comes with evil!Bobby, @barbiedolldean - I'm loving this twisted version of him. Thanks for going dark and playing with my prompt. Woot! ❤️
If you like your fics dark and your Sam tortured, I do highly recommend reading this amazing fic by @blindswandive based on my prompt in the SPN Masquerade! It's brutal Lucifer!Dean/Sam noncon, beware! But it's so beautifully twisted and it says so much...! Your feels are surely doomed. 🥹 Heed the tags and proceed with caution to the lovely dark!fic “We will always end up here” on Ao3!
Once again, thank you for this lovely fic!! I’m truly impressed. Hats off to you, my friend! 😍
BLOOD SACRIFICE SEX MAGIC TYPE OF THING. E. SAM/DEAN, 8k, season 10. demon!dean, pwp, mutual dubious consent, blood play, wax play, minor sexual violence, ritual sex
"'Sacrificial'? What are you sacrificing?"
Dean's black eyes glittered in the fluorescent lights. Sam's head was pounding from blood loss, his wrist ached where the knife went in and and he was freezing, wearing just his robe in the dungeon. He sighed.
"A quart of blood and most of my dignity."
for the illustrious @brobonebang!
prompt: on a sacrificial altar. I've never done a challenge/prompt fill/etc and had waaaaay too much fun with this
Shit, that's hot. 🔥 A smutty masterpiece WITH plot. Phew..... S'cuse me, m'gonna go change my ruined underwear now. 😅
Just a peek into the chapel where Father Dean prepares Sam to become a man of the cloth... It takes determination and sacrifice to give himself fully, but he is devoted to the cause. 😈
The Mark is changing Dean. It's turning him into something he's not.
That's what Sam tells himself.
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Wincest, rape/noncon, painful feelings, and a whole lot of words.
This... This is the purest pot of noncon gold you'll ever find at the end of the dark!fic rainbow. It's beautiful in all of its painful glory, shimmering with hurt and gleaming with absolutely no fucking redemption or mercy. White-hot like it comes straight from the melting pot but so viciously cold that it'll freeze the blood solid in your friggin veins...! 😭
I applaud you, @decadent-prince, for writing this wicked masterpiece and impressing me so much that I'm babbling about gold and rainbows. Kudos, my friend. Kudos! 🤯
Title: “Nothing Hurts Like the Truth” Link: My Ao3 Pairing: Lucifer!Jessica/Sam Rating: Explicit Word count: 9,502 Tags: Heavy dub-con, pegging, psychological warfare, sexual extortion, manipulation, smut, lost and hurt Sam Winchester, angst, Lucifer is a sneaky son of a bitch, lots of tears... And then some more smut.
Prompt: "C'mon, baby, you can take more than that" A/N: Written for @negans-lucille-tblr‘s birthday bash - happy B-day, fellow smut lover! And please forgive me - I know the word count limit is 1K for this thing, but I simply couldn’t get my brain to compute! I suck. I’m sorry. 😅 So... Here’s my twisted take on s05e03 “Free to Be You and Me” in all of its smutty... length. 😏 Summary: Far away from his brother and all alone in bed in his motel room, Sam ponders this new life of reluctant solitude, wonders where he's supposed to go from here. Unable to sleep he turns: Only to find himself suddenly staring at his long-lost girlfriend. The one he last saw burning on the ceiling of his Stanford dorm. But can it be true? Is Jessica really here? Just when he needs her the most?
Lost and overcome with sorrow and longing he dares to let himself believe it, just for a little bit. He needs to. He needs.... her. The only thing is that the woman in his bed isn't at all who she seems. But Sam doesn't need to know that, does he? You catch more flies with honey, after all...
An illustration I made for my noncon Wincest dark!fic called "Bleeder"... In which demon!Dean has a serious blood!kink and likes to play with the demon knife... as well as with his little brother. Also, there be sex. The painful kind. 🍆 🍑 🩸 And Sam may or may not have his lips painted scarlet like a proper slut somewhere along the way...
Read the fic right HERE. But please heed the warnings!
Kudos and feedback fuel me. ❤️
A little for-fun illustration I made yesterday for my smutty wincest fic "Mechanical Fantasy".... In which Dean is fixing Baby's engine and Sam is one nervous teenager secretly lusting after his big brother. Good thing that Dean is willing to give him a lesson in how things work... And we're not only talking about the car. 😏
