TheBro Bone Bang is an SPN fandom event which welcomes all ships and fan creations… just as long as the ships are Sam/Dean or iterations thereof and as long as their tongues, schlongs, or other vulnerable body parts are battling for dominance throughout.* Sorry but any fanworks that don’t involve fraternal funny business quite frankly creep us out!! <3
Our first round runs from May-August 2022 and on this occasion we will be accepting prompts in the form of locations. If you think you can handle our extraordinarily reasonable rules thencheck out our FAQ or if you prefer to get stuck in right away, head on over to our AO3!
(*the power play is optional but the exchange of bodily fluids is not!)
I’m near the finish line for the new (gigantic) chapter ofFamily Secrets (it’s my longest update yet). I’m publishing this week, hopefully before the weekend but realistically, it’ll probably happen during the weekend. I’m sharing in this post all the art that I’ve commissioned specifically for Family Secrets in 2019 and this year, and that was drawn beautifully and gorgeously (and with so much heart) by Blind Sominium or Sam, so I can link to them from AO3.
These art pieces will appear throughout the new chapter on AO3. Some of them are conceptual, on theme with the Lupercalia – with Dean’s sketches channeling the god Faunus and Sam’s channeling Pan to symbolize the Greek and Roman gods honored at the Lupercalia festival, hence the horns. (Remember that in “Family Secrets” the Campbells and the Winchesters are both traditional but follow different denominations that are rooted in different mythologies).
If you’ve read Family Secrets, you know this is all symbolic. The story is not fantasy per se and there are no “creatures” in the story (it’s not a creature-fic!). The ancient god motifs present in the Lupercalia are used for inspiration and to signify different spiritual beliefs and traditions within the AU world of FS, but it’s all surface stuff – no different than Mardi Gras being a festival that precedes Lent but that still has balls and floats that honor Bacchus, the Greek god of wine. The Lupercalia is just a tiny step above that in the sense that the coming-of-age festival is less rooted in Christianity and is rather built around ancient Greek and Roman mythologies that are at home with human nature as half beast and half man, both divine and earthly.
I hate adding watermarks on original artwork because it ruins the look, imo, and takes away from the experience. So please share courteously and consciously, within the parameters outlined below, honoring the artist through respecting their copyright.
I can’t wait to share the new chapter with you and hear your feedback. I pray that you enjoy reading it too.
Technically this is a day late, but I only saw the notification this morning. I was tagged by @mvdeanwhere to post a snippet from a current WIP, so here’s a portion of the first chapter from the S4 D/s Wincest fic I’m working on:
Hello Bro Boners! Mods are delighted to say that at the time of writing we have 215prompts on our AO3 collection, 85unposted claims and 16posted fanworks! And we’ve only been boning for a week! It’s a pace of activity that even Sam and Dean might envy (especially now they are a little older and creakier, sorry lads, yes Dean we know you’ll be good to go again shortly). Thank you to everybody who has prompted, posted, claimed, signal boosted, or otherwise encouraged our smutty shenanigans. We love ya!
Once we hit 20 posted works we’ll start a handy Tumblr masterlist but in the interim, mods felt obliged to give a shoutout to some of the weird and wonderful places in which Sam and Dean haven’t yet had the opportunity to bang (i.e. some so-far-unclaimed prompts), just in case they should take the fancy of an idly browsing brother boning buff. Consider! How might Sam and Dean bone…
on a jungle gym
at a spa
in Lizzie Borden’s bedroom
in Doc Benton’s basement
in a walk-in freezer
in Bobby’s panic room
in a haunted corn maze
in outer space
in the belly of a whale
in the cabin from Red Meat
at the finish line of a 5k
in a church confessional
on their parents’ graves
on a waterbed
on TV
in the ball pit at Plucky’s
… or anywhere else you can possibly imagine?
They’ve had difficult lives, they’ve saved the world, the least we can do is give them the opportunity to play hide the sausage in some scenic locales. Are we right or are we right??
Anyway if you haven’t yet dipped your toes into the Bro Bone Bang swimming pool (yes, in a swimming pool is obviously another prompt) then peep our rules,check our faq,browse our replies tag for additional answers to participant questions, and then twang yourself over to our AO3 with the enthusiastic speed of a pair of Winchester underpants hitting the floor of the Harvelle’s Roadhouse storage closet.
Tags/warning: Established Relationship, First Time in a Long Time, Post-Episode: s13e10 Wayward Sisters, The Bad Place, Unresolved Purgatory Issues, the practicalities of digesting a lizard, thigh fucking,Intercrural Sex
Wordcount: ~4.1k
Notes: Big thanks to @gracerene for the beta and encouragement. Filling a twofer of The Bad Place fucking for @brobonebang and my blank @spnkinkbingo square with thighfucking x
Summary: There’s one place Dean’s been before that was like this, and that he seemed to take to like a fish to water. Or told Sam that he had, and not…in kindness. Purgatory. The memory sits heavy in Sam’s stomach like digestive stones, grinding him up.
Twenty fabulous fics full of filial fumbling later, the Bro Bone Bang is happy to kick off its Tumblr masterlist with this entertainingly varied list of locations in which Sam and Dean have been getting sweaty over the last 10 days. As always on AO3 we recommend that you heed the tags in order to ensure that whichever item of incestuous intercourse you select is perfectly tailored to your particular taste; with that said, BONE APPETIT!
Technically this is a day late, but I only saw the notification this morning. I was tagged by @mvdeanwhere to post a snippet from a current WIP, so here’s a portion of the first chapter from the S4 D/s Wincest fic I’m working on:
When I finally reached the front door, I peered into the atrium while my hand was getting stamped and noticed Dean coming out of the changing room and heading toward the coat check. I quickly ducked into the shadow of a support column and gaped at his outfit: black motorcycle boots, snug black leather pants hugging his bowed legs and curved ass, black and green leather chest harness framing his lean torso, matching bracers decorating his muscular forearms, and smudged kohl highlighting his verdant eyes. I suddenly needed to revise my earlier assumptions—his presence here clearly wasn’t a mistake, nor apparently was this his first time visiting an establishment like this.
I remained hidden behind the column as he walked past on his way into the main room and then took off my shirt. This place didn’t have as strict of a dress code as some of the fetish clubs I’d visited before, but wearing street clothes would likely still attract the wrong kind of attention. Fortunately the black jeans I was wearing shouldn’t look too out of place, though there wasn’t much else I could do about the rest of my appearance. Both the girl at the coat check counter and the monitor at the door to the club proper gave my casual attire a bit of the hairy eyeball, but I moved with the confidence of someone who had every right to be there, so they let me pass.
Inside was what I’d expected from similar encounters. Most of the central open space was taken up by the dance floor, where guests clad in fantastical, revealing costumes gyrated to the pounding music and exotically dressed performers atop pedestals or suspended in cages twisted through graceful routines. A long bar filled one wall and was doing brisk business supplying a variety of cocktails. Booths with leather seats took up two other walls to allow people to watch, socialize, or make out. An area near the back was reserved for tamer scenes fit for public view, while doors behind it no doubt led to private rooms for more intense or intimate play.
After a couple minutes of looking around, I noticed my brother leaning against a corner of the bar with what I guessed to be a Long Island Iced Tea in his hand. He tossed his drink back, set the glass down, and moved onto the dance floor, where he was almost instantly surrounded by suitors. He danced with several of them for about ten minutes, and I gritted my teeth as these strange men ground against him and put their hands all over him. The alcohol had made him loose-limbed, but I could tell he was nervous by his self-conscious smile and how his hands clenched at their groping. He slowly started to relax and eventually nodded to one, a muscular dark-haired guy almost as tall as me swathed in close-fitting leather from the neck down, who took his hand and led him through one of those back doors—and whom I instantly hated.
I’ve got ~13 chapters written so far and should have only a few left to go, so I hope to be able to start posting this on AO3 fairly soon. In the meantime, please feel free to check out my other works if you’re interested.
Well, well, well. Just two short days ago, the Bro Bone Bang launched on nothing more than a set of suggestive screencaps and a dream (the dream was about the Winchester brothers having noisy, athletic sex). A mere 48 hours later, we’ve already accumulated 200 prompts on our AO3 collection!! Seems like you guys are really thirsty for some bro boning… and who are we to discourage you? Check our rules,peep our FAQ, and hop on over to our AO3 to get involved. Sam and Dean’s genitals aren’t going to chafe themselves!
Warnings:Graphic Depiction of Violence, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gore, Blood, Horror, Body Horror, Psychological Horror, Incest, Discussion of Incest, Hallucination, Dark Sam Winchester, Evil Sam Winchester
Summary:If you could undo the End of the World by playing a game, would you do it?
Five years ago, a strange event, known as the Merger, has destroyed the world. People, animals, even the plants and trees, have been twisted and deformed into something unrecognisable and dangerous. For some miraculous reason, Dean has been spared this horrifying fate. However for him, the Merger is personal in ways, nobody else can understand. Whatever caused the Merger, is inside of Sam. And Dean will traverse any dangerous terrain, if it means getting his brother back.
Chuck leaves the world to end, slowly and painfully. When the Winchesters hit the road after two years in the bunker, they learn an awful truth. The world is dying, all right, but Chuck’s made sure the Winchesters never will.
Other tags: wincest, incest, masturbation, master/slave dynamics, submissive Dean, mentions of knotting, mentions of underage sex, public sex
Summary: Monsters have taken over and established a slave trade. Dean is caught during a hunt and sold at auction. Sam is able to procure ownership of his brother, but now the two of them must navigate this new dynamic.
Major Warnings and Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gore, Murder, Body Horror, Environmental Dystopia, Psychological Torture, Emotional Torture, Hallucinations, Incestous Relationship, Incest Discussion, Evil!Sam Winchester, Dark!Sam Winchester
Summary: If you could undo the End of the World by playing a game, would you do it? Five years ago, a strange event, known as the Merger, has destroyed the world. People, animals, even the plants and trees, have been twisted and deformed into something unrecognisable and dangerous. For some miraculous reason, Dean has been spared this horrifying fate. However for him, the Merger is personal in ways, nobody else can understand. Whatever caused the Merger, is inside of Sam. And Dean will traverse any dangerous terrain, if it means getting his brother back.
Opening Paragraph:
Revolver, shotgun, rifle. Each of these firearms landed on the hard field bed. The fuzz of his cleaning brush was still bristled and smudged from his rough treatment. Every weapon had been rigorously tested. There was no chance any of them would jam in the heat of battle. Where he was going, he wouldn’t be able to afford a malfunction. A jammed gun could be the thin line between life and death. No, a fate worse then death.
