Only if you can... Needing a snippet of Sam being held captive by someone who wants to make him feel /gooood/. Even if the hunter doesn't want it. Points for forcedBJ and a hint of hair worship.
Why, hello nonnie!! 😁
I scribbled this piece of nonsense below... No hair worship though, 'cause I suck and I'm tired af, but you get the rest! 😅 Hope you like! ❤️
Word count: 2,186
Pairing: OMC/Sam Winchester
Warnings: Noncon, sloppy oral, forced orgasm, Sammy's not a happy puppy
Feel Good
"Easy now, Sam. There's no need to be so dramatic," the man's voice chuckles somewhere in the darkness surrounding the young hunter. The blindfold covering his eyes is tight enough to lightly pinch his skin and it shuts out all light. It's scary to be robbed of one of his senses, and Sam squirms in his restraints harder yet.
"Screw you!" he hisses, yanking at the ropes tying him to the chair hard enough to make the piece of furniture wobble dangerously.
"Ah-ah... Behave," the voice scolds, but it doesn't sound angry. Not yet, anyway. Sam wants to punch its owner in the face, wants to scream and kick and fight back with everything he's got, but he's barely able to flinch when a large hand pops open the button on his jeans and snakes inside.
So, umm... Because I’m either an idiot or just suck at tags or possibly both I simply cannot figure out where of if I ever posted my fic “Favorite Brand” on here... which was my very first Supernatural fic, by the way. Posted way back in September 2018 it paved the way for many more SPN fics to come. 😄
Anyways, I crossposted it to my new Pillowfort and I had a sentimental flashback to when I joined the Supernatural fandom... And I made a new “poster” for the fic too (posted below). And so, I just wanted to share. Again. Well, sorta. Maybe. I dunno. Anyways, enjoy if you haven’t already! Beware though... It’s non-con-ish and horrifically smutless. 😲
TITLE: “Favorite Brand”
LINK:My Ao3PAIRING: Sam Winchester, OMC, Dean Winchester (eventually)
WARNINGS: Non-con touching, roofies, violence
RATING: Mature-ish
WORD COUNT: 4,522
SUMMARY:Sam and Dean are working a case in Colorado and trawl the local bar for information. But no one seems to be interested in telling them anything whatsoever - except for one drunkard who suddenly opens up and starts conversing with Sam. But the man's interest in the younger Winchester turns out to be very different from what Sam had thought.
Do you have any good wincest fic recs? They can be dark, underaged, AU, abo, i do not really care as long as they’re top Dean and bottom sam 😍
Hiya sweet nonnie! :)
Well, I certainly do! I don’t really read abo or AU, but I do love it dark in the form of non-con!!! *Excited shriek*. And with bottom!Sam and top!Dean of course! I actually posted my favorite non-con Wincest fic-rec list some time ago, but I just updated it. Aaand....
You picked: 32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice!”
Err... Did I mention that I have trouble keeping things short? This drabble sure as hell didn’t turn out as a drabble! Hah! Umm, I got a little carried away and it ended up at 5853 words, being the 1st chapter of 3... Your prompt is chapter 1, and the 2nd chapter will be posted later, fulfilling another prompt. I hope that’s alright? And please enjoy!
WARNINGS: Non-con wincest, smutty with smut on top, forced BJ, violence, character death (later chapter), demon!Dean, bottom!Sam
.... And Sam let out a hoarse cry, arms straining to push his torso up from the hard surface it was being pressed against.
“Dean, what the hell...?!” he spat, muscles trembling and tensing when he felt his brother press against him from behind, strong hands gripping his shoulders and pushing him down.
“Just stay still,” his brother’s voice said. But it didn’t sound like his brother. Not really. Even though it was same gravelly voice he had known ever since Dean hit his late teens, it still sounded different somehow.
“Get off me...!” Sam managed to grit out as he shot his elbows back, trying to push his older brother backwards. Only, it didn’t work - Dean just grabbed his elbows in a grip far too strong to be human.
“I said, just stay still...! If you do this won’t hurt much,” he said - nearly moaned - and at the same time Sam felt something hard poke against his buttock through the denim of his jeans.
Summary: It has been 3 months since Sam was kidnapped by a deranged admirer with a serious hair fetish. After his release the young Winchester is still haunted by nightmares about the encounter, but it is getting better. Or so he thought. Because one night everything just gets a whole lot worse, and he can no longer tell if his mind is playing tricks on him or not. What is real and what isn't?
Title: “The Orange Hour”
Link: Read it HERE on Ao3
Square Filled: Humiliation
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Word Count: 13,400
Warnings: Non-con wincest, violence, fuck or die, object insertion
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
The Winchesters have gone undercover in a prison while working on a case: Dean as an inmate, Sam as a correctional officer. This way they will be able to gather information from both sides of the bars. A smart move, right? Or so they think. Because on a seemingly peaceful evening a riot breaks out, and the brothers are suddenly forced to question themselves - but most of all each other. What is real and what is not? And just how far are they willing to go to keep each other alive?
🖤 This fic comes with an NSFW manipulated photo illustration on Ao3 🖤
This fic was created for @spnkinkbingo 2019.
AndHEREis my SPN Kink Bingo masterlist.
The Winchester brothers don’t get along too well these days. Sam is worried about what has gotten into Dean and why he has been giving him the silent treatment for months, shutting him out completely. But one night when Sam returns to their motel Dean has decided to tell him why. Only it isn’t what Sam was expecting. At all. And suddenly he finds himself in the middle of a freakish nightmare that he can’t seem to wake up from.
Dean spent his life raising his baby brother, caring for him, loving him, and devoting his life to him.
It was time for Sammy to return the favor and help take care of Dean finally.
Dean comes back from Purgatory to learn some very disturbing news about his brother; Sam’s been living a normal life and has called it quits on hunting. Naturally, Dean blames Sam’s new flame, so he takes matters into his own hands in an attempt to save his little brother was going down the same road he’d taken almost four years ago.
Sam finds himself chained to a chair, held captive by none other than his brother. But what Dean wants from Sam he cannot even begin to imagine. Not until the older Winchester reveals his true intentions and forces Sam to cooperate.
Oooyyy! Thanks for mentioning me and my fics, @the-moose-says-jerk! Now I feel all special! *Giggle*. And I get to check out some other non-con wincest fics as well! Thanks for making a list like this! :) After all, Sammy is a bit too pretty for his own good... Especially when he’s begging and hurting. Someone should really keep track of that... *Winks at you and leans forwards: “Thank you”*
The very perverted spawn of some long and explicitly dark conversations with my kink buddy @palishere, based on the below drawing of mine. I present to you a very whumpy non-con fic: DEMONIZED….!!!
Please; go read it by clicking the link and tell us what you think??? Do proceed with caution though - this is one very dead dove that isn’t suitable for consumption! HEED THE WARNINGS!
The very perverted spawn of some long and explicitly dark conversations with my kink buddy @palishere, based on the below drawing of mine. I present to you a very whumpy non-con fic: DEMONIZED….!!!
Please; go read it by clicking the link and tell us what you think??? Do proceed with caution though - this is one very dead dove that isn’t suitable for consumption! HEED THE WARNINGS!
The very perverted spawn of some long and explicitly dark conversations with my kink buddy @palishere, based on the below drawing of mine. I present to you a very whumpy non-con fic: DEMONIZED....!!!
Please; go read it by clicking the link and tell us what you think??? Do proceed with caution though - this is one very dead dove that isn’t suitable for consumption! HEED THE WARNINGS!
Sam’s just minding his own business when old acquiantances walk in on him after closing time in the bar. But what if his hunter “friends” haven’t come for a chat or a beer... What if they want a little extra something?
Not really an ask, just a thank you.... after our recent tumblr discussion about the whole non-con fixation and being ace, it just makes me feel so relieved to now I’m not alone in these weird feelings & emotions so thank you for making me feel less like a weirdo
Hi! ❤️
I can’t tell you how happy I am that our conversation has actually helped you out a bit and made you feel better! You’re not alone. Really. In any of it. Because, as you already know, I feel the same way as you do regarding the whole non-con fixation while being ace; But I feel relieved also! Relieved that there are people like you out there who feel the same way I do. And that you’re willing to talk about it! THANK YOU!
I must admit that I thought I was a total freak as well… Alone and strange and feeling like a total outcast for being this way. But I’m not, really. And you’re not either. Maybe we do “stray” from the norm a bit, and maybe we are a little “weird” in that regard. But we’re not alone! And I’m sure there are more than the two of us out there…? There has to be. Right?
Surely other acepeople somewhere on this globe have this fixation where (fictional) non-con turns them on somehow - but irl there is just no sexual turn-ons whatsoever. *Glance darts around the room inquisitively.* Any other aces out there who feel this way?
Well… Umm… It’s kinda hard to pinpoint exactly what turns me on other than what I’ve already stated. I’m not gonna go all the way, but I’ll give you a taste of it…
IMAGINE THIS:
His groans and small gasps of pain fill the dark room, shattering the silence into a thousand tiny splinters as he thrashes on the table. Even though his efforts to break free are futile, he keeps working tirelessly to somehow magically break through the duct tape wrapped across his chest and the ropes binding his wrists to the unforgiving, wooden surface below. Blood is slowly dripping from the cuts on his skin, making him wince every time the aching areas are touched.
“Easy now,” I whisper as I slowly trail the knife down the feverish skin on the side of his neck, reveling in the fact that I actually made the otherwise proud Winchester flinch a little.
“Get away from me!” he hisses, but the authority in his voice has vanished by now. Instead of sounding demanding it has turned into more like an insecure request. And it seems like he knows this, because his hazel gaze turns just a little more desperate as soon as the words leave his lips.
“Shhh…” I say and lean down over him, knife in hand and breathing a little heavier than I’d like to admit. As I trail the knife further down his throat and onto his chest I place a chaste kiss on his lips before he has the chance to turn away.
“Don’t–” he begins, but I am quick to nudge the tip of the blade against his jugular vein, adding just enough pressure to make him freeze completely, his breath hitching in his throat.
“Be quiet,” I order. And for once the wide, hazel eyes don’t seem to be able to keep fixing on me. Instead his gaze wanders off to look at everything and anything but me, his chest heaving faster by the second.
“Good boy,” I whisper as I let my free hand clasp onto his inner thigh, kneading the thick muscle there, hiding behind the denim of his jeans. A protesting sound escapes him, but it’s barely audible. I still feel the little puff of air that accompanies it though - because our faces are only inches apart.
“Kiss me,” I purr in an all too sweet voice. I can almost see the goose bumps rising everywhere on his tanned skin in a matter of seconds, leaving him shivering. As he swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobs against the knife ever so slightly. But otherwise he doesn’t move even though my lips linger just above his, ready for him.
“Sammy?” I say, a slight warning tone creeping into my voice. As I tighten my grip on his thigh I think I can feel him tremble. He instantly stiffens on the table while I wait for him to comply, his breathing turning a bit more ragged, a bit more shallow. He’s almost too perfect. Too beautiful as he is splayed out below me, his long limbs stretched taut and rendered useless while I tower above him.
“Go to hell…!” he manages to spit. But it doesn’t convince me. Instead there is a new kind of vulnerability in his voice that makes my pulse quicken its pace and my knees turn slightly wobbly. It is unresistable. Without hesitation I crash my lips against his, invading his mouth greedily even though he tries to whip his head to the side - only a nudge of the knife lets him know that there is truly no where to go. Trapped he squirms a little, a small panting noise escaping him when I suck on his bottom lip.
“Mm, that’s it…” I groan as I savour his taste, letting my teeth sink into the pink flesh. In the same moment I let my hand on his thigh continue its journey upwards, sliding along the seam in the jeans and reaching his groin.
“No…!!” he protests, bucking against the duct tape tying him down. But he is ignored, and I let my fingers cup him through the coarse denim fabric as I pull back from him a little, finally releasing his lip with a wet sound.
“Yes…!”I moan, watching when his eyes widen even more as I grab him just a little bit harder. His nostrils flare as he stares daggers at me, apparently still thinking that he can somehow deter me.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he growls, yanking at the ropes securing his bloodied wrists to the table. I can’t help but chuckle.
“Oh, Sammy… Look at yourself. Do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?” I say with a smile, looking down on my prey with growing excitement.
“No, you’re gonna do exactly as I say,” I say under my breath and grab the pull tab of his zipper. He jerks, trying to squirm away - but by now he knows it’s to no avail. As I unzip him he lets out something close to a mewl, brows furrowing and hands clenched into milky white fists.
“Fuck you!” he snarls. But it doesn’t sound convincing. I send him the sweetest smile I can muster.
“Naughty…” I say as I let my fingers slip past the elastic waistband of his cotton trunks. Instantly he gasps and freezes completely when I close my hand around his dick.
“I like that,” I snicker, watching coolly as he lets out a small, guttural sound when I start stroking him. Droplets of sweat are glistening everywhere on his skin by now, covering him in a shimmering sheet. In this light it looks almost silvery.
“S-Stop it…!” he yells, and I snicker when I hear the unmistakable tremble accompanying the words. He knows that he has lost control by now - and the tone of his voice clearly reveals that fact. And I can’t help but grin.
“Oh, but Sammy… We’ve only just begun!” I say, retreating from his face only to move towards his groin. Before he has the chance to protest further I wrap my lips around his cock, taking him all the way in and start to swirl my tongue across the tender flesh, lapping and sucking as I go. A choked sound escapes him and I close my eyes, taking in his scent and his taste. It’s fucking divine.
“Don’t…! Please, don’t…!” he whimpers, and we both know the exact moment when he loses that very last remnant of control - when I feel him grow a little hard in my mouth…..
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