Tag: fic series: peacemaker

Oh please tell me about Bang, Bang (Daddy’s Little Psycho)?

Bang, Bang (Daddy’s Little Psycho) is a wip in my Peacemaker ‘verse in which Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jimmy are serial killers. This fic in particular focuses on Jimmy and his relationship with his estranged daughter Claire.

Before the events of the series Jimmy had been married, but Amelia actually left him because he refused to separate himself from Cas and try to set up healthy boundaries. As a result, Amelia wound up getting involved in a religious cult (The Men of Letters) where Claire grew up. Claire escaped after her mother died. She’d been hunting Jimmy down with the intent of turning him in when she actually does find him. The main conflict is between Claire and Jimmy and how the hell their relationship is actually going to go. Jimmy wants Claire to have a normal life but she’s just as blood thirsty as the rest of them.

But like the rest of the ‘verse, it’s violent, fuck up, sexually explicit, and Problematique. Also I should note this was drafted before season 13 so Claire isn’t exclusively into girls.

The Dragon’s Keep & Bang, Bang

The Dragon’s Keep is my wincest wip currently on Ao3! Dean is a dragon slayer who was raised by Lord Cain after his village was burned to the ground and his family killed by dragons. Sam, on the other hand, is a ¾ dragon (his mother was half, his father was completely dragon) who has been ostracized from his nest because he doesn’t think the way his kind treats humans is right. The two meet when Dean is separated from his adopted brother, Cas, during a hunt and Sam saves his life. 

It’s a forbidden love/alliance kind of thing that I don’t want to spoil too much, but it involves self-discovery, bridging the gap between humans and dragons, and Sam accepting his rightful role as leader. 

Bang, Bang (Daddy’s Little Psycho) is part of my Peacemaker ‘verse! It will be an actual fic with an actual plot that follows Jimmy as he reunites with Claire, the daughter he never knew he had. She’ll team up with Dean, Sam, Cas, and Jimmy to take revenge on the cult she and her mother were a part of after Amelia left Jimmy. Of course, more than just taking revenge on people who definitely deserve some jail time, Jimmy is concerned about whether or not his daughter is going to get sucked into the life he leads. Whether or not she does will remain to be seen… 

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What’s the sadism/masochism one???

That one is a part of my Peacemaker ‘verse! (Poly Serial Killers) 

It will have to be re-worked before I actually post it because I changed details but it’s essentially PWP and Cas retaliating against Dean for the events of What You’re Good For (wherein Dean humiliates Jimmy). Cas gags Dean, canes him, and might choke him (I haven’t decided yet), so generally not good BDSM. 

It’s a very… not good ‘verse lol. 

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I’m on my phone, so I can’t copy 500 words of text… But the ending of Trigger Happy. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” I’m curious what the point was of making Sam so mysterious after the fact. I’m pretty firmly in the “it was loaded” camp and it was kinda annoying that he wouldn’t say one way or another when it was all said and done. Then again, he’s a killer, so maybe I’m expecting too much from him. ;)

Here’s a little snippet of the end of Trigger Happy for those who are curious: 

Jimmy rolled his eyes. Well, Sam did say get him back. He really should have asked for clarification. “And could you put that goddamn thing down please?”

Sam rolled his eyes and set the gun on the bed. Jimmy sighed, pulling himself up on his feet. His knees popped. Great. He was gonna be sore for a while. “By the way,” Jimmy said, making his way to the bathroom. He needed a hot shower to relax his muscles and take care of his fear boner, “that thing wasn’t loaded, was it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

I waffled so much on the “is it loaded, is it not loaded” thing. I almost had Jimmy pick it up and pull the trigger (aiming at the wall, for course) but that’s stupid and dangerous and while these guys are killers I can’t see them firing a weapon in a motel room. That’s shit that gets you caught. 

In the end, I kinda wanted it to be up to the reader. I think the doubt and the thought that yeah, that gun could’ve been loaded and Sam could’ve pulled the trigger either on purpose or on accident makes the whole thing more frightening than if I told you whether it was or wasn’t. It’s the unsettling horror of “maybe” after all is said and done. I would hope that readers would come away wondering and then come to their own conclusions. Is Sam the kind of person to pull a loaded gun on a lover or was it just a fear tactic? Was Jimmy in real danger? What are the implications of it either way? 

Ultimately, I know what I was thinking when I wrote it, but I’m not too keen on telling anyone how to read it. It’s open to interpretation. I will say, though, that the fact that Sam wasn’t going to tell Jimmy whether or not the gun was loaded probably has something to do with the downright sadistic streak he has in this AU. 

Thanks! 

Trigger Happy

Kinktober Day 10: Gunplay
Ship: Sam/Jimmy
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Gunplay, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Pistol-Whipping, Under-negotiated Kink, Dubious Consent, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Choking, Asphyxiation, Fear Play, Impact Play, Facials, Dom Sam, Sub Jimmy Novak, Dom/sub, Bad gun safety, Implied Winjimstiel, Implied/Referenced Incest, Castiel/Jimmy mentioned, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Part of the Peacemaker Winjimstiel Serial Killer ‘Verse
AO3 Link

Sam’s fingers tightened around Jimmy’s neck as he gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing against Sam’s palm.

“You’re going to do exactly what I tell you, do you understand?” Sam asked.

Jimmy nodded, biting his lip. He tried not to let his eyes trail down to the gun in Sam’s left hand, but they did anyway.

“If you’re a good boy I won’t have to use it,” Sam said, “is that clear?”

Jimmy nodded again, though this time the butt of the gun collided with his cheek. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“I said,” Sam tightened his hand around Jimmy’s throat, shoving him more firmly against the wall, “is that clear?”

“Yes,” Jimmy gasped, “yes, sir.” His lungs were already burning and the tears in his eyes were making everything blur together in a watery mess.

Sam let go of his throat and Jimmy gasped, pulling in harsh gulps of air. His heart was racing and the room around him was starting to spin. He stumbled a bit as Sam stepped back and shoved him to his knees. Jimmy caught himself with his hands as Sam hovered above him.

Sam undid his belt and pants before grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of the neck and shoving Jimmy’s face into his crotch. Jimmy groaned, breathing in Sam’s musky scent. He took to nuzzling his nose against the outline of Sam’s hardening cock, breathing hot against it as he went. Jimmy mouthed at Sam’s swelling cock, leaving wet marks against the fabric. He sucked at the head once he reached it, pulling it into his mouth, cotton and all. He took at much as he could into his mouth, but the elastic made it difficult and he had to back off after an inch or so. Still, he continued to suck and drool on Sam’s cock.

Sam held him down by the scruff of his neck, the head of his dick all Jimmy could get past his lips. Jimmy teased at what he could guess was the slit through the wet underwear. Sam thrust his hips, knocking Jimmy off balance and gagging him. Sam chuckled.

“You’d think you never had a dick in your mouth with the way you act,” Sam said.

“Well, it’s a little hard with the – “

Sam jerked Jimmy’s head backward, making him hiss. “Did I tell you you could speak?” Sam asked.

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, sir,” Jimmy hissed through his teeth.

Sam released his head, stepping back, then frowning. “How Cas was ever able to train you, I’ll never understand.” He clucked his tongue raising the gun. “It’s a damn shame, really.” He pulled back the hammer.

“Sam, what are you doing?” Jimmy asked, scrambling backward on the threadbare carpet.

“Didn’t I tell you not to say anything?” Sam asked. His voice was even as he stalked forward with his gun in Jimmy’s face.

“Seriously, Sam, what are you doing?” Jimmy’s voice squeaked as his feet hit the wall behind him.

Sam pressed the barrel of the gun to Jimmy’s forehead. Jimmy gulped. “Is it loaded?” Jimmy whispered. The cold metal left his skin, and for a moment Jimmy sighed in relief. Then the butt of the gun collided with his other cheek. He cried out, covering his face with his hand. God, that was a good hit. Probably split his cheek open. Sure enough, when he pulled his hand away there was blood on his fingers.

“Don’t say another word. Are we clear?” Sam asked. He stood up straight, all six foot something of intimidating asshole looming over him with a sick little smile on his lips. He really was terrifying when he got in one of his moods. He could be a nice guy, or as nice as anyone who murdered people for a living could be, but every once in a while Jimmy was reminded of just how cold he could be. Apparently, Sam looming over him with a gun and a smile was one of those times.

Jimmy nodded. He kept his hands on his knees to keep them from shaking.

Sam brought the gun back, pressing the barrel to Jimmy’s lips. “Open,” he said. Jimmy did.  

He nearly pulled away when it slid against his tongue, but kept still. His mouth watered against the awful tang of metal but he kept his eyes on Sam. He was still smiling that slick smile Jimmy had never had the misfortune of having directed at him. He’d seen it enough, though. It was that wicked look Sam got when their targets started begging. If there had been any question as to whether or not Sam got off on the power of having someone else’s life in his hands, there wasn’t now. Jimmy barely resisted the shudder that tingled down his spine and settled in his crotch. In spite of all else, his dick was interested.

“Now,” Sam said, “be a good boy and suck.”

Jimmy closed his lips around the barrel, sucking on it as Sam slid it further in until his lips touched the trigger guard and the sight was brushing the back of his throat.

“That’s it,” Sam said, “like you’re sucking a cock.” Jimmy slid off the gun at the same time Sam pulled it back, building a slow rhythm as Jimmy got used to the feeling against his tongue. He was drooling a little too much, but he didn’t dare move his hand to try and wipe the spit from his chin. He just kept his eyes locked on Sam and kept his movements even.

Above him, Sam’s smile faltered as he licked his lips. His breath came out a little more ragged, and his eyes seemed unfocused in that way that could only mean arousal. He was also palming his cock, which was still trapped behind his underwear.

Sam pulled the gun away one final time and stopped Jimmy from following with a hand on his arm. Jimmy bit his lip and waited as Sam dropped his pants and underwear, pulling his cock out and stroking. He brushed the tip of his cock against Jimmy’s lips and chin, smearing pre-come as he went.

“Open,” Sam said, slipping his dick past Jimmy’s lips. He ran his hand through Jimmy’s hair, jerking his head upwards so he couldn’t look anywhere but the ceiling. Sam thrust his hips, his dick sliding across Jimmy’s tongue and nudging at the back of his throat. Jimmy gagged.

Sam pulled his hard harder, making him groan. “Just relax,” Sam said, “just sit there and take it. Good boys don’t react.” There was laughter in his voice and Jimmy barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Leave it to Sam to turn his own words against him.

Sam’s next slide was more forceful, and Jimmy sputtered around his cock. He breathed in through his nose as Sam gave a few more shallow thrusts, willing himself to relax his throat enough to let Sam slide down. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. He was still very much away for the gun Sam had in his other hand. Or, he assumed Sam was still holding it. He hadn’t heard it drop and he couldn’t see it.

Jimmy concentrated on his breathing, pulling air in through his nose slow and deep in the moments that Sam’s cock wasn’t down his throat. The musky taste of pre-come slid across his tongue and Jimmy longed to swallow. As it was he was drooling all over himself. Jimmy rolled his eyes. That must be an attractive sight.

Sam grunted above him, his fists gripping tighter in Jimmy’s hair and sending pinpricks of pain and pleasure through his skull and down his spine. Jimmy wanted to hiss, but he couldn’t do more than sputter. He could slide his hands up Sam’s legs, resting one on his thigh while the other edged towards his balls. He cupped them in his palm, rolling the smooth sack in his hand, letting his long fingers slide back to the soft flesh between Sam’s legs.

“Fuck,” Sam groaned, rocking forward harder. Jimmy redoubled his efforts, pressing the tips of his fingers hard to where he thought Sam’s prostate was while rolling Sam’s balls in his palm.

“Shit,” Sam laughed. He moaned louder, his thighs started to quiver under Jimmy’s hand. His breath was more grunt and groan than anything else before he thrust in one more time, holding Jimmy tight as he buried himself down his throat. Jimmy held his breath waiting for Sam’s release. He wasn’t coming. Jimmy swallowed on reflex, but all Sam did was moan.

He couldn’t breathe, not with Sam down his throat, and he couldn’t help the fact that he panicked. He pushed at Sam’s thighs, trying to pull himself off Sam’s cock, but Sam kept him steady. Sam didn’t let go until Jimmy’s lungs were screaming for air.

Jimmy sputtered, gasping and spitting when Sam finally let go and pulled out. “You – fucking – jackass,” Jimmy huffed, hands on his thighs as he caught his breath, “warn me next time!”

Sam pulled Jimmy up by his chin and held him there. “Nah. I liked it when you panic,” he said.

“You’re one sick fucker.”

“Takes one to know one.” Sam let go of Jimmy and began stroking his own cock. “Stay right there,” Sam said. He was still holding the goddamn gun, but it was at least pointed at the floor. Sam threw his head back, biting his lips. He was close. Jimmy shut his eyes.

The second Sam came he let out a deep groan, and Jimmy braced himself for the splash of warm come across his cheek. He flinched a little when it hit his face, but for the most part, he stayed still. He opened his eyes, catching come on his cheekbone out of the corner of his eye. Sam had moved from directly in front of him to the corner of one of the motel beds, laying half on his back with his feet still on the floor. His softening cock was still out for everyone to see. Jimmy snorted.

“Your face okay?” Sam asked, lolling his head to the side.

Jimmy flexed his jaw, rubbing at the warmth of a blossoming bruise on his one clean cheek. “Fuck. You got me good.”

Sam huffed a laugh. “You don’t listen.”

“Oh fuck you, Sam.” Jimmy rolled his eyes, picking up a spare shirt from the floor and wiping his cheek. It was probably Dean’s but oh well, that’s what he gets for leaving his shit on the floor.

“You already did. Hence what just happened,” Sam said, waiving between the two of them with the gun.

Jimmy rolled his eyes. Well, Sam did say get him back. He really should have asked for clarification. “And could you put that goddamn thing down please?”

Sam rolled his eyes and set the gun on the bed. Jimmy sighed, pulling himself up on his feet. His knees popped. Great. He was gonna be sore for a while. “By the way,” Jimmy said, making his way to the bathroom. He needed a hot shower to relax his muscles and take care of his fear boner, “that thing wasn’t loaded, was it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Off the Highway

Kinktober Day 8: Frottage, Lingerie, Asphyxiation
Ship: Dean/Sam
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Frottage, Blood, Blood Kink, Panty Kink, Dean in Panties, Incest, Sibling Incest, Murder, Asphyxiation, Breathplay, Alternate Universe – Serial Killers, Under-negotiated Kink, Pre-Winjimstiel
Part of the Peacemaker Winjimstiel Serial Killer ‘Verse
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Dean’s tearing down the back roads of the Oklahoma panhandle, music blaring and whooping at the top of his lungs.

“Never gets old, does it, Sammy?”

Sam chuckles. He’s holding an old pair of underwear turned shop rag against his face. Their last mark didn’t want to go down without a fight, and he managed to get a decent slice into Sam’s cheek before Dean got a cord around his neck. If the asshole would’ve been up and over by about an inch Sam probably would’ve lost an eye. He is going to wind up with a nasty scar though.

“Jesus,” Dean breathes. The car flies up over a bump in the road and they sail through the air for a good three feet before coming back down with a thud. “Sorry sweetheart,” Dean says.

“You talkin’ to me or the car?” Sam teases.

Dean rolls his eyes. “Don’t be jealous. She’s my lady but you’re still my favorite.”

“Hey, there’s a rest stop in 10,” Sam says, gesturing to the side of the road.

This is how they wind up most nights after a job. Occasionally, they’ll make it to another town and book a room before the sun comes up but most of the time that just isn’t the case. They’ll pull off to a rest-stop, crack open a beer, take a whore’s bath in the tiny bathroom sinks and fall asleep in the car. Dean is always up before the sun and then they’re on to the next one. When they were little their father used to say they were like avenging angels. He’d say they were around to smite the wicked and be gone before the rest of the world was awake enough to know what happened. “Like thieves in the night,” their dad would say.

Dean pulls off into the rest stop and shuts off the car. It’s a quiet little nothing pit stop in the middle of nowhere, just the two of them, a couple of picnic benches, and a unisex bathroom hut under a tree. Dean hits the overhead light, sighing as he listens to the engine tick as it cools. Sam pulls the rag away from his face. He looks more flushed than usual in the yellow light, but that could have something to do with the fact that his face is covered in drying blood. And all at once Dean’s struck with the sick realization in the pit of his guts that they’d had a close call. Sam’s okay, but he could’ve lost an eye and god forbid if that bastard would’ve had a gun on him.

“What?” Sam asks, frowning.

Dean doesn’t say anything, he just launches across the seat and kisses him. Sam doesn’t respond at first, but when he does he’s demanding, wrapping his hand around the back of Dean’s neck and pulling him in for hungry kisses. It turns into a frenzy quickly, with Sam slipping his tongue into Dean’s mouth, Dean tangling his fingers in Sam’s hair, nails scraping across exposed flesh and teeth biting into lips.

Sam guides Dean down onto his back, rising up on his knees. He smacks his head on the roof of the car and swears. Dean chuckles, and Sam bites him in response. Sam reaches back and undoes the lock on the door, kicking it open with his foot. He rearranges them so his feet are on the ground outside, but he’s pressed to Dean’s body at every other point of contact.

The adrenaline still rushing through his veins makes Dean sloppy, the fear makes him desperate. Dean can taste Sam’s blood as he kisses up and down Sam’s face. He wants to taste Sam’s blood and sweat and come. He wants to wrap himself around him and stay that way. Sam’s hands are trembling but his lips are sure, stealing the breath from Dean’s lungs at every chance he gets. He undoes Dean’s pants as Dean squeezes his ass.

“Really, Dean?” Sam says, pulling back.

“What?” Dean asks, lifting himself up on his elbows, “What’d I do?”

Sam reaches down and snaps the waistband of Dean’s pink silky panties.

“Hey!” Dean flinches when the elastic hits his skin.

“Panties? Really?”

Dean shrugs. “They make me feel sexy.”

“On a case?”

“And?”

Sam shakes his head, pressing the heel of his palm into Dean’s erection. “What if we got arrested? You wanna go to jail in these pretty panties?” Sam asks.

Dean groans, rolling his head back against the leather seats. “It’d give the cops something to jerk off to.”

“What if we died?”

“Sam, don’t. Don’t talk about that.”

“No, Dean,” Sam strokes his hand up and down Dean’s cock. The silk slides against the warmth of his cock in a maddening way. “What if we died? You wanna go to the morgue in silky women’s underwear?”

Dean shudders. “They better bury me in ‘em then.”

Sam snorts, sliding Dean’s panties down and under his balls. They’re a little tight, and the elastic cuts into his skin and Dean wants to adjust and pull away, but Sam undoes his jeans and pulls his own cock out. Sam leans over him, one hand braced on the back of the bench seat, one had next to Dean’s head. Their dicks line up next to each other and then Sam starts thrusting.

Dean moans, drifting his hand up Sam’s arm and clutching Sam’s shoulder. It’s all Dean can do to hold on. Sam’s got the advantage of the angle, and forceful, hungry thrust leaves Dean reeling. Sam’s jeans scrape against Dean’s thighs and the friction of their cocks against each other is a little rough but he doesn’t care. The pressure is too good. The sweat and pre-come isn’t great lube, but it’s thrilling in its own way. That’s his brother’s pre-come dribbling on his stomach, mixing with his own sticking to his skin. That’s his sweat Sam’s cock is sliding through.

Dean moans, digging his nails into the three layers covering Sam’s back. If they were naked, he’d dig them into the skin – he’d draw blood and mark Sam so everyone who saw would know Sam was taken, so they’d know Sam was his.

Sam’s grunting now, huffing when he exhales. He’s close. They both are. It doesn’t take a lot after a case, not really. Sam wants to take, to strip Dean bear from the inside out and make him scream. Dean’s more than willing to give him that, and more.

Sam shifts his angle, lifting his hips up and driving forward quicker.

“Sam, fuck, do that again!” Dean whines. He’s making high pitched little whimpers every time the heads of their cocks nudge against each other.

Then Sam does something that Dean doesn’t expect. He takes the hand that’s been lying next to Dean’s head and sets it down on Dean’s throat. He squeezes once, and Dean gasps and shudders.

“Fuck.” Dean’s going to burst at any second. He’s ready to burst, but he just can’t get there yet. He’s in that wonderful period right before orgasm, that cliff’s edge where he could hang forever in pure bliss.

Sam presses down against Dean’s neck again, his thumb digging into that divot in the skin between his collar bones. Dean gasps, but he can’t get any air. His body starts to buzz and everything is ramped up to eleven. His body twitches, trying to fight even though he knows he doesn’t want to. He digs in harder to Sam’s shoulders, pulling the fabric taut against his back. Sam smirks down at him and just as Dean’s vision starts to blur, Sam lets him go.

Dean pulls in a wheezing breath and comes hard. He’s moaning as soon as he’s able, his whole body bucking upwards into Sam’s. Sam doesn’t stop, not until he comes too, spilling over Dean’s still twitching cock.

They lay together for a while, just catching their breath. Sam’s heavy and the position they’re in is not comfortable but Dean doesn’t’ really care.