Dean/Cas/Jimmy is a lesser known OT3. We are on a mission to give them some love. Honestly if you can imagine these three together it is amazing. If you thought that Destiel was amazing? Add Jimmy in there and you have even more fun. Join us in creating works for our boys!
Title: The Great Bedroom Disaster of 2018
Author: @ladyofthursday
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1520
Summary: When Cas and Jimmy decide to surprise Dean for their anniversary with new, fun things they’re sure it will be a night to remember. Unfortunately, it might not be for the reasons they were hoping for…
Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Cas and Jimmy are twins, light dom/sub, light bdsm, everything is safe sane and consensual, sensation play, restraints, blindfolds, Dean in panties, fluff and smut, Switch Dean, Switch Cas, Switch Jimmy
Dean felt incredibly exposed, standing in a pile of discarded clothing. “Draw me like your one of your French boys, Castiel.”
“You think I’ve drawn other men naked before?”
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Castiel and Jimmy would never forget fall of 1929. It was the year they met Dean Winchester, a handsome traveler from the United States. The twins had never travelled outside of the borders, being Paris born and raised. Alas, they never had a sense of wanderlust until they met the foreigner. He showed them that there was a whole new world out there.
Or, the story in which Dean Winchester is the worst model ever.
Warnings: NSFW, Bottom Dean, Bottom Cas, Top Dean, Switch Dean, Top Jimmy, Fluff, Angst, and Porn, Porn with Plot, Naked Drawing Scene Like The Titanic But A Failure, Mentions of War, 1920s, Drunken Sex, Twins! Cas and Jimmy, Incest
When Ms. Lavender closed Echo Lodge for the last time – never to return – the small, out-of-the-way cottage fell into the capable hands of James and Castiel Novak.
It was a well-known fact all over the county that the Novak twins had suffered a great tragedy in their youth, losing nearly all their family, so their preference for solitude was never questioned. It was, in fact, thought of with sympathetic understanding.
And so Mr. and Mr. Novak were left in peace, their lifestyle choices unquestioned.
But when Mr. Winchester arrived on Prince Edward Island from the states and took up residence in Echo Lodge with the Novak twins, tongues, naturally, started wagging.
Summary: Dean is content with his place as a foot soldier but one fateful day he finds himself fighting side by side with one of the Empire’s twin emperors and suddenly his life takes an unexpected turn…
Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Ancient Greece; Slight Alexander the Great AU; Emperor Castiel; Emperor Jimmy; Foot Soldier Dean; Attendant Dean; mild violence; Twincest; Anal Sex; Making Out; Riding; Masturbation; Top Castiel; Switch Dean; Bottom Jimmy Novak
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into their professional lives, however, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a relay team for the “Escape from Alcatraz” triathlon. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean insists he is not an athlete. He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
Teaser:
“So that’s about two miles, halfway around the loop,” Cas said. “Not bad at all. Now, tell me something, Dean. If you were on your bike, and you were looking at that…” he gestured to the trail ahead of them. “What would you do?”
Dean crossed in front of Cas and looked down. They had apparently reached the top of the hill; in front of them was a much steeper descent than the gradual trail they’d ascended. It was rocky, and the dirt path twisted and turned sharply around the small obstacles all the way to the bottom.
“Well,” he said slowly, “main rule of downhill cycling is ‘don’t do anything sudden.’ Keep your eyes well ahead of where you are, and don’t panic and hit the brakes. You’ll kill yourself trying to stop, so once you’re in, commit.”
“Good,” Cas said, smiling. “Same goes for running downhill. Stay loose, stay light, and don’t try to dig in your heels and slow down. I’ll go, then Jimmy. Give us a good head start, just in case somebody falls.” And with that, he took off, bombing down the slope. Dean’s jaw dropped slightly, watching; rather than looking clumsy, Cas seemed to float from ridge to ridge, occasionally using flat rocks as springboards to propel himself forward. He made the treacherous run look effortless, arms loosely held out for balance.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, isn’t he?” Jimmy said quietly. He was smiling fondly, shaking his head; the words were so close to what he’d been thinking himself, they caught Dean off guard, and he couldn’t help staring. With a quick inhale and a wordless shout like a war cry, Jimmy plunged after Cas. He lacked the runner’s grace of his brother, but he made up for it in sheer exuberance, barreling forward with abandon. Dean half expected to see him trip at any moment, but core strength and luck seemed sufficient to keep him upright and moving.
Watching the twins tear down the hill, Dean couldn’t stop laughing, full of vicarious pleasure. The message was clear, watching them go: no second-guessing, no time for doubt. That wasn’t always an easy step for Dean, but when it felt right…he took a deep breath, blew it out, and committed.
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into their professional lives, however, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a relay team for the “Escape from Alcatraz” triathlon. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean insists he is not an athlete. He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
Teaser:
“So that’s about two miles, halfway around the loop,” Cas said. “Not bad at all. Now, tell me something, Dean. If you were on your bike, and you were looking at that…” he gestured to the trail ahead of them. “What would you do?”
Dean crossed in front of Cas and looked down. They had apparently reached the top of the hill; in front of them was a much steeper descent than the gradual trail they’d ascended. It was rocky, and the dirt path twisted and turned sharply around the small obstacles all the way to the bottom.
“Well,” he said slowly, “main rule of downhill cycling is ‘don’t do anything sudden.’ Keep your eyes well ahead of where you are, and don’t panic and hit the brakes. You’ll kill yourself trying to stop, so once you’re in, commit.”
“Good,” Cas said, smiling. “Same goes for running downhill. Stay loose, stay light, and don’t try to dig in your heels and slow down. I’ll go, then Jimmy. Give us a good head start, just in case somebody falls.” And with that, he took off, bombing down the slope. Dean’s jaw dropped slightly, watching; rather than looking clumsy, Cas seemed to float from ridge to ridge, occasionally using flat rocks as springboards to propel himself forward. He made the treacherous run look effortless, arms loosely held out for balance.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, isn’t he?” Jimmy said quietly. He was smiling fondly, shaking his head; the words were so close to what he’d been thinking himself, they caught Dean off guard, and he couldn’t help staring. With a quick inhale and a wordless shout like a war cry, Jimmy plunged after Cas. He lacked the runner’s grace of his brother, but he made up for it in sheer exuberance, barreling forward with abandon. Dean half expected to see him trip at any moment, but core strength and luck seemed sufficient to keep him upright and moving.
Watching the twins tear down the hill, Dean couldn’t stop laughing, full of vicarious pleasure. The message was clear, watching them go: no second-guessing, no time for doubt. That wasn’t always an easy step for Dean, but when it felt right…he took a deep breath, blew it out, and committed.
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into their professional lives, however, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a relay team for the “Escape from Alcatraz” triathlon. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean insists he is not an athlete. He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
Teaser:
“So that’s about two miles, halfway around the loop,” Cas said. “Not bad at all. Now, tell me something, Dean. If you were on your bike, and you were looking at that…” he gestured to the trail ahead of them. “What would you do?”
Dean crossed in front of Cas and looked down. They had apparently reached the top of the hill; in front of them was a much steeper descent than the gradual trail they’d ascended. It was rocky, and the dirt path twisted and turned sharply around the small obstacles all the way to the bottom.
“Well,” he said slowly, “main rule of downhill cycling is ‘don’t do anything sudden.’ Keep your eyes well ahead of where you are, and don’t panic and hit the brakes. You’ll kill yourself trying to stop, so once you’re in, commit.”
“Good,” Cas said, smiling. “Same goes for running downhill. Stay loose, stay light, and don’t try to dig in your heels and slow down. I’ll go, then Jimmy. Give us a good head start, just in case somebody falls.” And with that, he took off, bombing down the slope. Dean’s jaw dropped slightly, watching; rather than looking clumsy, Cas seemed to float from ridge to ridge, occasionally using flat rocks as springboards to propel himself forward. He made the treacherous run look effortless, arms loosely held out for balance.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, isn’t he?” Jimmy said quietly. He was smiling fondly, shaking his head; the words were so close to what he’d been thinking himself, they caught Dean off guard, and he couldn’t help staring. With a quick inhale and a wordless shout like a war cry, Jimmy plunged after Cas. He lacked the runner’s grace of his brother, but he made up for it in sheer exuberance, barreling forward with abandon. Dean half expected to see him trip at any moment, but core strength and luck seemed sufficient to keep him upright and moving.
Watching the twins tear down the hill, Dean couldn’t stop laughing, full of vicarious pleasure. The message was clear, watching them go: no second-guessing, no time for doubt. That wasn’t always an easy step for Dean, but when it felt right…he took a deep breath, blew it out, and committed.