new fic: ignore the mess


Title:
Ignore the Mess
Link: AO3
Square Filled: Gunplay
Ship: Sam/Castiel/Jimmy, established Castiel/Jimmy
Rating: R/Mature/Semi-Explicit
Tags: fear kink, gunplay, twincest, au, handjob, murder brothers, grave robber!Sam
Summary: Sam’s boyfriend is insane.
Word Count: 1k
Written/Created for @spnkinkbingo

His boyfriend was insane.  There was no other explanation.  Completely batshit insane.

Sam
took a cleansing breath, trying to calm himself down and think
rationally for a second, because maybe it wasn’t that terrifying and he
was being a big baby about the fact that the business end of a gun was
trailing down his neck as Jimmy grinned up at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Sam,” Jimmy said, voice soft and a sharp contrast to the cold metal.

Sam’s
back was plastered to the wall, and Jimmy’s body was warm pressed up
against his front.  "O-okay,“ he said, hands fisted at his sides.

"I
just need to make sure you’re not going to freak out over what you
saw,” Jimmy said, then tapped the butt of the gun on Sam’s jaw.  "But
you’re not freaking out, are you?“

Sam was too scared to shake his
head.  "No.  No, I’m not freaking out over what Ca-your brother.  What
your brother was doing.  No.  I’m fine.”

The door down the hallway closed, and Sam shivered as Cas walked into the living room.

“He’s lying,” Cas said as he took his jacket off, frowning at the blood stains on it.  Fresh blood stains.

“No!
 No, I’m not lying!” Sam said.  "I mean, I was shocked at first, but
I’m okay now.  A-and I’m sure whatever it was you were doing in there
with that guy was for a good reason.  A reason you don’t need to share
with me because I’m fine.  It’s none of my business.“

Jimmy chuckled as he cupped Sam’s crotch with his right hand, the gun still resting against Sam’s jaw.

"It’s
just…,” Sam started, letting out a whimper when Jimmy massaged him
through the jeans.  "I-it’s a reaction.  To fear.  It… it just
happens.  So yeah, I’m kinda scared.“

"You like it?” Jimmy asked, flicking the safety off.

Sam gulped in air and squeezed his eyes shut.  "No!  No, I don’t like it!  I just get hard when I’m scared!“

"I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you,” Jimmy said, still palming Sam’s erection.

Jimmy
moaned, and Sam opened his eyes, flinching when he saw Cas’ face, his
chin on Jimmy’s right shoulder.  He hadn’t even heard Cas moving on the
carpet.  The zipper on his jeans slowly came down, and Sam’s eyes
widened, because the hand on his crotch hadn’t gone away.

“Oh, shit,” Sam hissed.

“He’s lying again,” Cas said, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.  "He likes it.“

Sam
whimpered as one hand pulled his dick out and another wrapped around
his balls.  He wasn’t sure who was holding what, but there was no doubt
in his mind one of the hands was Cas’.  His boyfriend’s brother.  His
fucking twin.

"Cas is really good at reading people,” Jimmy said.  "He can pick up on lies like nobody else.“

"I-I’m
not lying,” Sam said, breath stuttering when a finger pressed on his
taint, and yeah, that had to be Jimmy’s finger.  He recognized the move
and did it just the way Sam liked.  The hand on his dick was moving way
too slow and was firmer than Jimmy usually held him.

“If you can’t
stop lying,” Cas said, voice gravely and low and doing things to Sam
that it really shouldn’t, “then we’ll have to plug that hole.”

“Open,” Jimmy said, tapping the butt of the gun on Sam’s lips.

Sam did as he was told, too scared to refuse, and Jimmy pushed the gun in carefully.

“Now suck,” Cas said.

Sam
didn’t want to think about where the gun had been.  What was on it.  
How many people had been killed using it.  He didn’t want to think about
the fact that his boyfriend’s brother had just killed a man in the
bedroom.  The only bedroom in the small house, Sam realized.

His
cock twitched as it all came together, a knowing look in Cas’ eyes as he
bit down on Jimmy’s shoulder playfully.  Possessively.  Sam had never
been so turned on, and he didn’t want to think about that either.

“Pretty,” Jimmy said as Sam sucked on the gun.

Cas reached up and ran his finger over Sam’s jaw.  The same finger he’d used to kill a man not even fifteen minutes ago.

“Wanna fuck him, Sam?” Jimmy asked.

Sam froze, eyes wide.  "Huh?“

"I’ll let you fuck him while I fuck you,” Jimmy said.

Sam’s
eyes fluttered closed and he moaned.  He really shouldn’t have been so
turned on, but fuck was he ever.  He would’ve never admitted it to Jimmy
before, but he’d been attracted to Cas from the first time he’d stayed
at their house, fucking Jimmy while Cas watched TV in the living room.

Jimmy
pulled the gun out of Sam’s mouth as Cas stroked him.  "Sound dirty?“
he asked, smirking.  "Fucking my brother while I fuck you with this,” he
said, holding up the gun.

Sam’s hips bucked forward and he cried
out, coming with Cas’ hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing his orgasm
out of him and making him shudder.

“How’s his refractory time?” Cas asked.

Jimmy chuckled again.  "It’ll take him a while to get it up again.  Until then he can watch you fuck me.“

Sam
winced as Cas squeezed his oversensitive cock.  He forced himself to
stay still, not sure if it would piss Cas off if he tried to pull away.

"The bed’s more comfortable,” Cas said.

It took a moment for Sam’s brain to catch up, but when he did, he cringed.  "Th-the body,“ he said.

"Is that going to bother you?” Jimmy asked.

Sam
opened his mouth, ready to tell Jimmy that of course it bothered him.  
No way in hell could he fuck in a room with a dead body.

But then
he thought about the times he and Dean had spent all night digging only
to find they’d waited too long, gotten the tip from Ash too late, and
the stench that would take his breath away as they pulled the jewelry
and other valuables off the bodies before shoveling the dirt back into
the graves, keeping an eye out for the groundskeepers.

He never minded the fresh bodies.  It was only the ones that were in the ground for a week, maybe two that turned his stomach.

And he wanted.  Wanted them both.

“No,” Sam said.  "It doesn’t bother me.“

The twins smiled.

new fic: room for two more

Title: Room for Two More
Link: AO3
Square Filled: Free Space (polyamory/swapping)
Ship: Jensen/Jared/Misha/Vicki with established Misha/Vicki
Rating: NC-17/Adult/Explicit
Tags: femdom, consensual non-consent, threesome, foursome, manhandling, swapping/polyamory, rough sex, anal sex, oral sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, double penetration (one hole), spitroasting, facefucking, facesitting, fear kink, painplay, dirty talk, voyeurism, masturbation, partner swapping, roleplay, exhibitionism, nipple play, hair pulling, no safeword, size difference, size kink
Summary: Vicki likes watching, and she sets up playdates, which might not be Misha’s favorite thing, but he gets off on what gets her off, and if that means letting random men she’s brought home fuck him while she watches, he’s all for it.  He just isn’t expecting to open the door and find two familiar faces.
Word Count: 9k
Written/Created for @spnkinkbingo.

This fic is too long to post on Tumblr, so please check it out on AO3.

Tag List: @pod7et @wanderingcas

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