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Dude– you'r interrupting, get out!

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ive been slacking on my wincest tumblr blog, so today for you i offer: the brothers in a bathtub when theyre little, unsupervised, the water turning cold and dirty from all the mud they rubbed themselves during the day of training (and maybe some playing they had time in between) and deans hand accidentally touches sams thigh where sam feels those tingles and asks him to do it again, fascinated by how sensitive his skin is there and how weird it feels and then he tries to do the same to dean, to touch him there and dean is so awfully embarassed when he feels himself twitch from just a single gentle touch from his brother that he jumps put of the tub, wraps himself up into a towel and marches out of the bathroom, leaving sam crying and apologizing because he just does not understand what it is that he did wrong

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check it out for some amazing writing and art!!!

Howdy howdy! Back with another Masterpost for another challenge from the Daddycest Discord Server!

This round was Moodboard Madness, where server members had a choice between five different moodboards as a prompt to inspire either fanfic or fanart, and boy, they knocked it out of the park! Kudos to all who participated! The moodboards each member chose are linked in their works!

Want in on the fun? Join our Discord server, here! We welcome anything within full house wincest (and more!)

Now, without further ado...

Moodboard Madness Masterpost

Rating - Mature

Fics

All Heroes End Up Martyrs - by @nuturalsuper

Word count - 1.5k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/John Winchester

About Dean and his relationship with his Father and religion and how those two can get mixed up.

Hound's Tooth - by @xpurdyglambertx

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 1.5k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/John Winchester

How funny, that something as fragile as me, feels safest when in your grasp. . OR Quick and nasty John/Dean sex. Written for the Daddycest Discord Server's Challenge, "Moodboard Madness." The moodboard I chose as inspiration is at the end of the fic!

Hell On Heels - by HellOnWheels8675 (on AO3)

Rating - Mature

Word Count - 561

Pairing - Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Sam's on a date. It ends the same way they all do. With his brother’s load in his ass and a body to dispose of.

Hold Me Down - by @holyfreaks

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 660

Pairing - Dean Winchester/John Winchester

Dean is John's light in the darkness. John considers what it means to be soft, and he fucks his son.

Poacher's Pride - by @corn95

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 1.3k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Sam (17) and Dean drink one night when John is gone. Sam confesses his potential college plans, and Dean negatively reacts.

Grizzly Bear - by @crowleysmistress

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 499

Pairing - Dean Winchester/John Winchester

John is always telling Dean to not wake Sam. Sam thinks that John is the noisy one.

Again - by @samanddean76

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 587

Pairing - Jack Kline/Sam Winchester

Omega Jack needs to satisfy Alpha Sam. He just hopes he can.

Art

Small Pockets - by @pumpcidraws

Rating - G

Pairing - Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Description - At 18 Dean got really big and his hands no longer fit in Sammy's short pockets

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The crybabies should actually watch the show before the whine about ops. And not be so inappropriate themselves.

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If there’s one thing I can’t stomach, it’s that one post about Sam’s first steps and last steps being towards Dean. Without a doubt I will be nauseous and holding back tears. What the fuck. They love each other so much. They are each others everything. BrotherHusbands oh I’m SICK

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MY TURN TO GIVE YOU A WINCEST WEDNESDAY ASK!

Keeping it on the weecest theme, how do you think Dean reacted the first time John allowed Sam to join them on a hunt? Or even before that, when he figured out that Sam wasn't going to be spared from the hunter lifestyle and started to learn about weapons and fighting?

!!!!!! a treat!!!!!!

part of dean, a part of himself that he hates more than anything, is sort of glad. dean loves sam but dean never got to pretend that bad shit wasn’t out there. he never got to say no to dad. a sick voice in the back of dean’s head is really satisfied that sam now has to look it in the face like deans had to for years.

but the bigger, overwhelming feeling that overtakes everything else is fear. so much fucking fear. dean is his little brother’s keeper and that was ten times easier when sam wasn’t tagging along. to compensate, i think dean trains himself harder than ever. he’s less focused on sam needing to pull through and save his own ass because his head is just a constant stream of “protectsammygetsammyoutofthewaysavesam” for the first couple of years sam’s out on jobs with them. it causes a lot of fights because sam isn’t happy about this whole thing but he can at least be trusted enough to watch his own damn back without dean throwing himself in the line of fire and getting stupid injuries. and it takes a while for dean to get over the feeling, to get over himself, maybe he never truly does!!!

thank you for the ask soni <333 i love it

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Sam's initials are SW because thats what he was meant to do <3

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Sam's initials are SW because thats what he was meant to do <3

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Sometimes I think Dean is more embarrassed to be seen as gay than as an incestuous freak.

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spn did a very literal daddy raped me parallel and it was dean and bela 10/10 narrative mirrors sort of thing

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generational curse? more like generational incest

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All my moots 😔😔😔😔😔

all your moots? what happened?

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teen dean who is so curious and oh so frustrated because he just can't get girls on the road, never stays anywhere long enough and is still too young to engage in hookup culture, but his needs are there and he wamts to try things out because he has been hearing about it a lot lately, and sam who is not old enough to understand any of it, but if his big brother tells him to get naked and lay on his stomach on the bed, then he would gladly do it. And, yes, maybe it is weird, and maybe its uncomfortable, being so exposed in front of his brother, but its just Dean, hes already seen all parts of him, but as soon as the first finger is in he starts tossing, it feels so intruding, it hurts, doesnt feel nice, but dean pins him down by holding a hand in between his shoulderblades and speaks so sweetly to him, coaxing him to stay put, and he does. then he does it again next week, and the week after, until he, at one point, starts to figure out what it is that they are doing and suddenly his skin feels too tight and itchy and that feeling thats been hiding in his chest makes itself visible and he doesnt know if he should hate dean more or himself for learning to enjoy it all

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So can we collectively agree that Baby Lasagna and Käärijä are the real winners tonight

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wip wednesday friday!

super mega ultra late on this but thank you @pussyeatersamwinchester for tagging me!!

this is a snippet from a weecest/teenchesters wip i’ve been sitting on for an embarrassingly long time, “jawbreaker”

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Plastic caved in on itself in quick crunches as Dean chugged more water. After finishing he smacked his lips, refreshed. “We should go out tonight.” 

Sam pulled a face. “Pass.” 

“Okay,” Dean huffed about his mulish little brother. “Let me rephrase. We’re going out tonight.” Sam could feel Dean staring holes into him. 

Anything other than a cold shower and bed sounded like unnecessary torture. Still, he humored Dean. “And do what? Sioux Falls isn’t exactly a stomping ground for evening entertainment—or any entertainment at all.” 

“Where’s your imagination, Sammy?” Dean picked on him. “There’s plenty of entertainment. Parties. Booze—”

Sam chucked up an abrupt snicker. “Yeah, right. No thanks.”

“Girls,” Dean finished. He’d leaned in a little closer to Sam’s face and dropped his voice a pitch lower as if to entice Sam to the bait. 

With his eyes still closed, Sam fell back on his other unbridled senses. Dean partially eclipsed the sun where it filtered in bands through the window blinds and threw shade over some of Sam’s face. They both waited in stalled moments for the other to say something more. 

Maybe Dean figured Sam needed to think about it. And Sam was, but not that he would go. Not even that he’d go only if Dean did X, Y, and Z for him. He was thinking about Dean flirting with girls too young for him and too old for Sam, buttering them up with his sleazy charm and herding them closer and closer toward his kid brother. He was thinking about how Dean never took him to parties before, never dared to extend an offer as if it was one of the few off-limits things they had between them. He was thinking about how Dean’s gotten all weird about some stuff lately, and it rubbed Sam wrong.

Sam finally opened his eyes and panned over to Dean hovered above him. His white beater stained mucky around the neckline. Tanned creamy golden across every exposed stretch of skin. All the physical labor has built soft-toned muscles into his subtle meatiness. Sam struggled to remember when Dean started to look like this. In a way, he always has. 

“Why?” He found Dean’s eye to ask it. “What’s the big deal all of a sudden?”

Dean blinked at him, his enthusiastic smile dimming a little. He straightened to move out of Sam’s space. “Didn’t know you hated having fun, loser.” It’s not as lighthearted as his earlier jabs. A little shunned. Almost defensive.

A second later Sam lifted from Dean’s bony leg and reached to scruff at his nape, wet and sticky with summer’s salt. “That’s not really… fun for me, Dean.” He shrugged and tucked his chin into his shoulder to look over at Dean. “Just go. I’ll be fine.” Because maybe the reason Dean’s been so persistent with him was some misguided thought that Sam wanted all this and didn’t know how to get it without his older brother blazing the path and guiding him down it. 

Some silence passed between them. “Nah. S’okay,” Dean eventually dismissed it. He pushed himself off the couch, hurtling limbs into Sam’s side on the way out. He heaved in a sigh, unserious and back to his familiar brand of pestering easy as nothing. By the doorframe he swiveled around to face Sam, propping against the old wood with a glib smile. “I’ll just sit around and be lame with you.” 

Without lingering, Dean left the room. Sam sat on the floor, tender in certain spots from the hardwood and too hot still and glad but confused about Dean letting the whole thing blow over quickly enough.

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tagging @missmisdemeanor @sharedblood @nuturalsuper anyone else who wants to!!