Title - Beautiful
Author - Taymeelove
Artists: @dmsilvisart and @dragonpressgraphics
Posting - June 15, 2019
Rating - Explicit
Word Count - ~6,700
Archive Warnings - Bottom!Jimmy, Top!Dean, Omega!Jimmy, Omega!Castiel, Alpha!Dean, Angel!Castiel. Movie Star!Jimmy, Hunter!Dean
Major Tags - MPreg mentioned. Mentions of Jimmy being taken advantage of in one form or another.
Summary - James Novak was every bit of the description of his name; a follower. He followed his parents' orders to be an actor. He followed his managers orders to be a train wreck. He would have followed his publicity stunt of an alpha boyfriend had it not been for the night that he followed a scent that lead him to finally following his own dreams and become open to a world he never knew of.
“No offence,” Jimmy started looking at the faces on the television and the faces in front of him, he was watching a news station from back home; home which was thousands of miles away. “But, how the fuck are you here?”
“Oh that’d be me.” Castiel said raising his hand. “Angel of the lord.”
“Angel?” Jimmy coughed out.
“Uh, yeah.” Dean spoke as he walked to sit next to Jimmy leaving Castiel alone to stand by the door. “So, angels, demons, monsters, those all exist. We were going to ease you into that part, but Cas can’t keep his mouth shut about the whole angel thing. I’m a hunter, we hunt the bad things together.”
“WHAT?” Jimmy felt like he was dreaming. He had to be right? Michael must have hit him and he didn’t remember it and he’ll wake up in bed a bloodied mess.
“You’re not dreaming.” Castiel told him as he moved closer to the couch to kneel in front of Jimmy. “Well, not exactly how you thought. Michael did leave and this is real, it just that we aren’t physically here.”
“You lost me again,” Jimmy cocked his head to the side looking between the two people he could swear are in front of him.
“It’s called dream weaving. Castiel put us into your dream. You’ll be able to find us if you just want to follow the smell of me. You know you remember it.” Dean moved close enough to place a kiss on his cheek and Jimmy swore the smell was there from all those years ago, he closed his eyes to live in the moment of almost being kissed by his true mate.
He woke up with a gasp to angry knocking on his trailer door. Rubbing his eyes Jimmy sighed and got up to check who it was.
mhmh power bottom!jimmy having enough of dean's gentle shit (that guy's a hunter, after all, he should know how to give it good), so at some point he just pushes dean onto his back and sits down in his lap, taking dean in in one go, and oh, yes, that's a nice angle, and he starts riding dean with fervor and fucking purpose. going by the way dean can't do anything but moan uncontrollably and grab jimmy's thighs and hang on for the ride, he has no objections to that.
YO BUT what about tiny!octo!Jimstiel? Going into like little octo heat and trying to fuck each other for some relief and getting all tangled up?
oh gosh bless them yes all rubbing together trying so desperately to get off during their heats and nuzzling and nipping each other with their tentacles buried in them and also in each other and just becoming a giant squirming mass of ink and slick oh gosh
A twincesttuesday request: Jimmy reverse!riding Cas, perfect for Cas to touch Jimmy, jerk him off, pinch his nipples, bite his neck, anything. :3
It’s a good thing lacrosse season is over. If it wasn’t, Jimmy would have a lot of questions to answer - how did he get those red lines across his flanks and down his back? Where did those giant purple marks come from on the back of his neck?
Still, it’s not like Castiel deliberately leaves the marks where people will see - he tries to be more careful when there’s a chance Jimmy could be seen half-naked by anyone other than him. But when the season’s over and there’s dark clouds speaking of winter break and no practices, Castiel lets loose.
He likes to sit on the twins’ shared futon, his legs splayed out wide so that Jimmy can ride him, thighs over his and flexing, muscle put to good use to keep his rhythm as Jimmy gasps and sweats and rides him as hard as he can. Castiel likes to lean back, admire the play of muscle in his twin’s back, trace the lines and ridges of flexing muscle with his nails and dig in whenever Jimmy shivers.
Sometimes Jimmy is too loud and Castiel will clamp a hand over his mouth, pulling them flush together so that he can bite at Jimmy’s neck instead, other hand wrapped around his brother’s cock and squeezing tight to get his hips to roll. It feels so fucking good, all that caged muscle and heat slick around him as Jimmy shivers and whines and begs for Castiel to let him come.
The scent of him is fucking intoxicating, makes Castiel feel drunk with the power over his body that Jimmy willingly gives. And when Jimmy gets too tired to keep riding him like that, Castiel will shove him forward onto his elbows and get to his knees and force him to fuck himself that way, Jimmy’s thighs tense and shaking with effort.
In the rare occasions when Castiel comes first (very rare, but they happen), he likes to lay Jimmy out across that futon and shove his fingers inside, and suck hard, dark marks onto his twin’s aching thighs until Jimmy tenses up and comes with a rough, loud moan that makes Castiel’s cock twitch.
