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femsammy · 1 month
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for @gorydean
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queermania · 2 months
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What do you think it is that makes the brother's relationship with John so complicated?
hmmm. in the simplest terms: i think the worst thing a parent can do to their child is make them think they don't love them. the second worst thing they can do is make them think they don't like them. sam and dean knew their father loved them but they weren't ever sure if he liked them.
he loved them but.
he wanted them safe but.
he was keeping them alive but.
he would do anything for them but.
and so they love him back.
but.
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completelymindfucked · 2 months
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dadfuckerfest · 5 months
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WELCOME AND HAPPY DADFUCKING HOLIDAYS!
Dadfucker December is a celebration of SPN dads fucking during December, in the form of a prompt meme. "Fucking" is loosely construed. So is "dad." And also the event will be open through January 15th.
HEAD ON OVER TO AO3 NOW!
Keep reading for rules and regulations:
HOW DOES THIS WORK? Leave a prompt, claim a prompt, fill a prompt. Prompt submissions are now open! Fills will be accepted through January 15th. Make sure to link/cross-post to tumblr so we can reblog and save your creations for posterity!
WHICH DADS AND WHICH FUCKERS? John Winchester is the daddiest and most fuckable of all dads, but other eligible dads include Chuck, Cain, Crowley, Castiel, Sam, Dean, etc. Any dadfucker is allowed as long as the dad they're fucking is their dad, or they're otherwise fucking some other dad in a dadfucking way.
HOW LONG SHOULD MY PROMPT BE? A prompt can be as long and detailed or as abstract as you want. You can request a "vibe" in a couple of words, or you can specify a pairing and an act and a line of dialogue; the prompt tagging feature is your friend!
HOW LONG SHOULD MY FILL BE? Your fill has to be zero words long! Art and gifsets and edits and mixtapes are most welcome! If you do want to write fic, however, a minimum of 500 words is probably a safe place to start.
HOW MUCH DADFUCKING? We're here to celebrate dadfucking, obviously, but sometimes just a little hint of dadfucking is enough. This is to say, we'll gladly take all ratings as long as the work can be reasonably tagged with a slash ("/").
MUST MY PROMPT/FILL BE HOLIDAY-THEMED? No. The holiday is the dadfucking we jerk off to along the way.
I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING THAT NO ONE HAS PROMPTED. Send in the prompt yourself! Prompts are anonymous! Otherwise you can just mention @dadfuckerfest on your lovely creation and we'll go from there.
I HAVE ANOTHER QUESTION YOU DIDN'T ANSWER. Send an ask, our box is open!
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click here for dad dick
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sticky-bros · 4 months
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That Sam reminds John of his dead wife makes me insanely horny. I’m not sorry, “just like your mother” is a staple of gay dad-son porn, it has Pavlov’s belled its way to my dick.
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samsjon · 4 months
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samjohn moodboard
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egipci · 5 months
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Since prompts tend to be plentiful and writers/artists pitifully rare, the important question here is— what would motivate you, dear voter, to actually make something?
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lovetransaction · 1 year
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if john winchester had been good wife-era jdm he woulda been the most beloved side character in the whole show instead of the scapegoat for the fandom’s collective inability to understand how genre works
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femsammy · 3 months
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rottingsam · 2 years
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dean is john’s boy. sam is john’s baby, you wouldn’t understand
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sonnendeathiccur · 3 months
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Malcolm & Corrine Foxworth and John and Sam Winchester are mirror images
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dadfuckerfest · 4 months
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Happy Dadfucker Friday! Remember to check out all the dadfucking goodness from this week:
this beautiful piece by @fujobrainrot
You Ain't That Smooth,
Have You Tried Turning It Off And Back On Again? and
Love's Bated Breath by @samanddean76
silver spoon in hand by @lovetransaction
Make sure to leave the creators a comment and reblog to spread the love! Then head over to ao3 and claim yourself a prompt, or leave a new one; we're almost at fifty ripe, fillable, bre—
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Dean: *working on baby frustrated* you know what just fuck me
John: not infront of Sam he doesn’t wanna see that
Sam: don’t act like you know what I do and don’t wanna see
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sticky-bros · 5 months
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My very poor summary of the Dean-John-Sam dynamic: it’s like a love triangle in which each son thinks he himself is the third wheel.
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samsjon · 1 month
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dubcon samjohn watersports for @samjohnsundays
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I wrote this in 3 hours so it’s probably riddled with mistakes, but this fic basically wrote itself.
Ages aren't specified in this but I imagine Sam around 15/16, but you can picture him older if you want.
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Sam was regretting drinking that whole bottle of water out of spite but in his defence, he had no idea that John would be so unreasonable and refuse to stop for a bathroom break.
That’s a lie actually, he knew this was coming. John could be just as spiteful.
As it was, he was trying hard not to squirm in the front seat, trying not to give John the satisfaction of being right when he cautioned Sam not to drink so much water since he wouldn’t be stopping for a bathroom break during the four-hour drive to meet Dean at Bobby’s.
He wasn’t even that thirsty, it was just that being a brat to John got his heart beating so fast, like when he was talking to a girl he had a crush on at school … he shuddered, tried to clear the comparison from his head.
It wouldn’t be so bad if he was sitting in the back seat, but John insisted he sit up front with him since it was just the two of them in the car, so now he had a front row seat to Sam’s desperate wiggles from trying not to piss himself inside the car. He didn’t want to think about the relentless mocking he would receive from Dean if he pissed his pants, especially in Dean’s own seat.
He couldn’t take it anymore. “Dad!” he burst out, “please stop the car, I’ll piss on the side of the road I don’t care where, it’ll only take ten seconds!” His face burned at having to beg his father to stop the car just so he could relieve himself, but it wasn’t the humiliation that had him unable to meet his father’s eyes.
He wasn’t expecting that to work, so he was surprised when John actually pulled over to the side on an empty road. He was even more surprised when John got out first with a brusque “get out.”
He slid over to John’s door and kept his legs clenched tight as he stood up, trembling with the effort it took not to piss himself. “Dad, what- “
“I told you,” he snapped, roughly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. Sam was rendered speechless, not understanding what was happening. He’d taken secret, shameful glances at his Dad’s crotch before, had even gotten caught at it a few times from the man himself but he’d never deliberately exposed himself in front of Sam like this, this wasn’t like their usual game of pretending they weren’t aware of the other one watching them. “I told you not to drink so much fucking water since we wouldn’t be stopping, but you just have to be a brat, don’t you Sammy.” Sam couldn’t make his throat work enough to say anything. “Lucky for you I need a piss too.” He paused, looking obscene with his jeans unzipped and one hand cupping his dick. He looked over Sam with a critical eye. “Turn around and bend over.”
“What-“ Sam tried, but John barked “Do it!” leaving no room for Sam to argue.
As soon as he turned around, he felt John’s big hands on his hips, pulling his sweatpants and underwear down to his thighs in one hard yank. Sam yelped, the surprise causing some piss to trickle out despite his best efforts to remain clenched up. John ignored him, continuing to push him down roughly so he was bent over with his torso pressed flat against the hood of the Impala.
“Dad-“ Sam tried but once again John interrupted him by hissing “shut up.”
Sam shut up. The urge to piss had receded with his shock at the situation he found himself in: bent over the car with the breeze blowing over his exposed ass, with his Dad’s hands holding him down.
“Gonna teach you a lesson about always trying to piss me off,” John mutters as he leans down to press himself up against Sam’s back, effectively trapping him.
Sam jerked as he felt a thick finger press into his asshole, but John’s free hand covered Sam’s mouth. “Not gonna hurt you, just relax Sammy.”
Sam was trapped, unable to move under his Father’s bulk as John spread him open on his fingers, and oh God why were they already wet-?
“Shh,” John soothed as Sam whined behind the hand over his mouth. He didn’t understand how he ended up here from drinking a bottle of water to his Dad’s fingers in his ass, and his dick getting hard against the cold metal of the Impala made the urgent sensation of needing to piss very uncomfortable.
He held his breath, limp underneath his Father as he felt the fingers retreat and be replaced by something smoother and much bigger. John’s dick, he thought numbly to himself, unable to bring himself to care that he knew he was drooling against John’s hand.
But instead of fucking right into him like he was expecting, John only pushed the head of his dick into Sam, before he felt hot liquid gushing into him. It took a second for him to understand that it wasn’t come, it was piss. His dad was using him as a toilet and pissing inside him.
It didn’t take long. It felt like it was over too fast, with Sam still bent over the car when John pulled out and away. He could hear him zipping his jeans back up and fixing his clothes while Sam remained where he was, clenched up tight to avoid any urine from leaking onto his skin or clothes.
John leaned back over Sam, not trapping him this time. “If you let any piss out in the car before we get to Bobby’s, we’re going to stop until you lick up every drop.” He paused, nosing against Sam’s hair with rough hands clenching against his skinny hips. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep holding it inside you.” His heat was gone too fast, leaving Sam cold and exposed and painfully full while he got back into the car, leaving Sam alone to pull himself together.
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