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20 y.o & entp & libra sun ( literally an angel ) certified john logan and dean di laurentis enthusiast

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very big yearner john logan + emotionally immature dean di laurentis enthusiast;

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🫙 AT THE SAME DAMN TIME (on going )

john logan × reader × dean di laurentis

part one

part two

part three

part four ( soon )

requests are always open btw !! i don’t mind to write whatever crazy things comes to your mind <3

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I NEED HIM SO SO BAD. HE'S A NEED.

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🫙 AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 4/4

( final )

you had no idea how much you needed both hottest guys in briar u at the same time, until your situationship dean asked you, if you ever had threesome. and then offered his help in exploring something new. and now, when you found someone, who matches your freakiness, you’re wondering, how long that will last and how dean and logan are feeling about it.

A / N : I AM BAAACKKK!!! <3 sorry for disappearing for that long, adulthood sucks sometimes :( and i wanted to end this story well, so i hope you’ll enjoy it!! reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated! and stay tuned, i’ll write more stories, i promise <3 ( and you can always send me your requests )

WARNINGS : serious conversations, a lil bit of angst a lil bit of fluff, kind of bad good ending, no smut here, sorry 💔 pretty short part cause i really don’t know how else to end this story

you were sitting on the bed. on dean’s bed. in dean’s jersey.

“you know i’m still mad”

“i know…”, you whispered softly looking up at him.

“but i can’t ignore you anymore, so if you wanna talk — then talk, i’m all ears.”

“well… when we started this ‘no strings’ stuff that was fun. and when we added logan? that… wasn’t really fun. i mean i liked it, really, a lot. but… when the morning came all i could feel was guilt. and embarrassment. i was so… i can’t even explain it, i just felt so dirty. like i did something extremely wrong, because when it came to enjoying sex? i was always taught that sex is not for pleasure. that sex is just… you know like a business — every night before bed, missionary only and yeah, you might have not come and that’s fine because you don’t really have to. that what i was being told. and i believed in it. but… dean,” you took his hands in yours, “you were the only one who never judged me, who always was down to try something new, always trying to do everything to make me feel comfortable and good and i… i felt so confused because… i know we said no serious stuff but i started feeling it. the serious stuff. and now i just… i finally realised why you’re so mad at me for running away that morning.”

dean swallowed hard and pulled you into his arms, nose buried in your hair inhaling deeply. “i’m not mad anymore… you should’ve told me sooner.”

“i didn’t know how.”

“that’s fine… i’m glad you told me now.”

“so… are we good now..?”

“yes, baby, we are good.”

you smiled in the crock of his neck and hugged him tighter.

somewhere downstairs logan made out with some freshman, grace? or maybe gracy? god knows. but he was wasted, utterly and unapologetically drunk, because he just made two his dearest people happy, but broke his own heart. again. doesn’t he deserve a little love? not much, just a tiny piece, that would be enough to fix his heart and warm his soul. and grace was willing to give it all to him, whatever he asked for. so now she’s sitting on the kitchen counter, logan is standing between her legs and they’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

logan was right when he told you that you will never love him the way you love dean. and you thanked everything holy that dean felt the same way about you. were you scared? hell yes. will you try anyway? also yes. so when dean whispered something about his friday game between kisses you said you will come.

when friday came you knew it was the day. the day when you two can finally date openly, so you decided to do something that will make him so happy — wear his jersey for the game. and when you sat next to hannah she didn’t say anything, just smiled knowingly. but when dean skated near you two, his jaw nearby dropped and he showed you his stick with your name on it.

“oh my god.” hannah turned to face you.

“what…?”

“his stick.”

“yeah, what about it?”

“there’s your name on it.”

“yeah so what?”

“you don’t know what that means, do you?”

“uh… no..?” you really couldn’t understand why she was so worked up. that looked cute, like pressing a sticker or something. but god you were wrong.

“silly… that means he loves you. hockey players write down on their stick names of beloved ones. it’s like he’s carrying you through the game, y/n. that’s the most romantic thing a hockey player can do. and believe me, i’ve never saw dean doing this for anyone else. you’re the it for him.”

you didn’t listen what else she said, all you could focus on is dean and this stupid, sweet, the most beautiful thing he could ever do. your eyes filled with tears when you caught his stare and shook your head.

“i love you”, he mouthed.

“i love you too”, you mouthed back.

and that was the beautiful story to tell your kids one day. not the threesome part, obviously. but this exact moment when you realised that you are not afraid of anything when you’re with dean. not even of love.

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WE’VE GOT 1000+ LIKES ON ‘AT THE SAME DAMN TIME’ 🥳 i’m so grateful yall, your support means world to me 🥺🫶🏻 thank you for loving my silly work <3

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🫙 AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 3 / 4

you had no idea how much you needed both hottest guys in briar u at the same time, until your situationship dean asked you, if you ever had threesome. and then offered his help in exploring something new. and now, when you found someone, who matches your freakiness, you’re wondering, how long that will last and how dean and logan are feeling about it.

🤍 part one

🤍 part two

A / N : i could’ve uploaded this part way sooner if tumblr wouldn't decide that it's a very good day to not preserve the whole damn part... so i rewrote it again from a scratch *sigh*. anyway, reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated !! thank you for giving so much love to my silly work <3 i still can’t believe so many people liked it.

WARNINGS : heavy conversation with dean, logan is the biggest yearner again, angry sex, praises, chocking, spitting, dirty talk, etc & etc.

two days. two painfully long days of hannah trying to do literally anything to get your ass off of that bed. unfortunately, nothing worked.

you kept lying under your blankets and overthinking everything what happened that night over and over again, until someone knocked the door. you groaned and sat properly on your bed, “hannah, i swear, i’m not in the mood right now…”

and then door slowly opened and instead of hannah there stood… logan.

“wrong guess, gorgeous.”

your eyes widened slightly and you fully turned towards him.

“what are you doing here.”

“hi, how have you been, i’m also glad to see you.”

corners of your mouth twitched, first genuine reaction since that talk with dean. “hi…”

he sat on your bed and started fixing your hair.

“you look terrible.”

“jesus, thank you.”

“i’m serious. how long you will keep doing this?

“doing what?”

“this. hiding in your room and shutting out everyone.”

you sighed heavily and leaned your head against logan’s shoulder. “i don’t know… i just— i thought that we will talk and… everything will be good. that we will be friends again.”

“to be fair, we never were exactly friends.”

“i know but we could try at least.”

“dean doesn’t do friends.”

“i know.”

“and i’m not sure how long i will do friends, because from where i’m standing, it’s quite hard.”

“logan…”

“don’t say anything, you don’t have to. i can be whoever you want me to be, i don’t mind, but i can’t lie.” he licked his lips and took a deep breath, “when i liked hannah i never told her that. and then she met garret. don’t misunderstand me, i love them together, but i liked her first. and just because i wasn’t brave enough to tell her that i just— i watched silently from afar. i felt how she slipped away and i couldn’t do anything about it. so i’m not gonna repeat that mistake. even if you choose to stay friends, at least i will know that i did everything i could to change that.”

you didn’t answer right away, just hugged him tightly, pulling him down on the soft mattress, “don’t go…”

he gently tucked your face into his neck and whispered, “never, gorgeous.”

“even when i am unbearable?”

“especially then”

“you know i love you, right?”

“i know... but not the same way you love dean.”

and somehow it all clicked. no matter how hard you tried to stop wanting dean, he was always your first thought in the morning and your last thought before going to sleep.

“i'm sorry...”

“don't be. i'll be fine. but dean won't.” you don't know how long you both lied together just listening to each other's breath, but logan was the first to break the silence.

“today is his birthday.”

“i know. i prepared the gift a month ago.”

“you should come to a party.”

“dean told me to never come at hawk's house again.”

“good. 'cause it's gonna be in beau's summer house.”

“no one invited me.”

“i did. right now.” he kissed your forehead and stood up, "if you hurry up you can be ready just in time." he already walked towards your door, "oh and the theme is iconic duos, be prepared. see you there!"

and with that logan disappeared, leaving you alone with your thoughts again.

these two days were a real life hell for dean. he tried his best to push you as much away as possible. and most likely right into logan's arms. god knows why, but dean genuinely believed, that logan is better for you than him. in his mind he had a whole bigass list of logan's good qualities that makes him the best potential boyfriend ever. meanwhile dean sucked. he sucked when it came to feelings, sucked when it came to communicating like normal people, because he never had that experience. his family was never really normal and it affected his life more than he wanted to admit. so he had a clear plan tonight: 1. get wasted 2. hookup with someone 3. repeat step 1 and step 2 beau's summer house was full of people dean didn't know and he's not really sure it beau knew them as well, but that was fine, it was typical grand party they threw every year. dean and beau were dressed like maverick and goose from top gun, classic. dean already had his fifth shot of tequila when he lazily walked towards girl's bathroom, it was time to step two on his to-do list, but he stopped when his eyes caught you. you were dressed like cecilia tallis from atonement. he got the reference pretty fast, cecilia and robbie were meant to each other but one stupid lie that was born from jealousy and misunderstanding destroyed their love and their lifes. his gaze was heavy, he physically was forcing himself from running to you and just kiss you, apologize for being an ass and tell you how beautiful you are, but he didn't.

you knew that dean is just as stubborn as you, he is not gonna talk only because you asked. so you did something you will probably regret about - you came to his birthday party with hunter. hunter davenport. his hands were hugging you from behind and you could swear, you saw how demons were dancing in dean's eyes. and before your lips even touched hunter's, you felt how a pair of strong arms hooked you off your feet. dean quickly walked into his room and threw you onto his bed, locking the door shut.

“the fuck you think you are doing?"

“dean—”

“answer the goddamn question. what the fuck you think you are doing here with this piece of shit,” he breathed heavily, every word was filled with hatred and condemnation.

“i had no choice.”

“bullshit. you could’ve came with someone else, you could’ve not come at all, it's my fucking birthday, how could you do this to me?”

“i'm sorry, dean. i needed to talk because i can't...”

“you can't what?”

“i can't live one more day pretending i don't care about you! i do, i care a lot, more than i should. you have no idea, dean, i—”

he didn't let you finish that sentence and crushed his mouth against yours. you immediately moaned and wrapped your legs around him. god you missed this, missed him. his scent, his touch, for nine goddamn days you never stopped thinking about it. you buried your hand into his hair, pulling him closer. he pinned you against the wall, his hands already unbuttoning his pants. you nearly screamed when he buried himself inside you in one deep thrust.

“is that what you wanted, sweetheart? now take it like a good girl.”

he wasn't gentle, wasn't sweet. all pent-up feelings finally found it's way out and god forbid if you didn't love every second of it. one hand stayed securely on your ass, gripping it hard, while other hand wrapped around your neck.

“my dirty little thing... say you like it. say it.”

you chocked out broken whimper and nodded frantically, “i like it...”

he spat into your open mouth before kissing you again, all teeth and tongue, “good girl.”

you both didn't last long, three more deep thrusts before dean pulled out with a low groan, spilling his warmth across your thigh.

you both breathed heavily, foreheads pressed together. the hand that was gripping your neck now rested on the small of your back, pressing your body closer against his.

“i’ll take it as a birthday gift. now we can talk.”

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Sinful Truths and Birthday Truths (D. Di Laurentis x B. Maxwell x reader) 18+

Dressed in a sinfully tiny costume to drive hockey players Dean Di Laurentis and Beau Maxwell wild, you pull them upstairs during Beau’s birthday party for a private game of Truth or Dare. What begins as teasing questions and playful dares quickly spirals into raw, heated exploration as clothes disappear and desire takes over.

The bass from the crowded party downstairs vibrated through the floorboards of Beau’s off-campus house, but up here in his bedroom the sound was muffled and intimate. You’d dressed for one purpose tonight: to drive Dean Di Laurentis and Beau Maxwell absolutely insane. The costume was pure sin: a tiny black pleated skirt that barely skimmed the bottom curve of your ass, a sheer crop top that clung to your breasts with a plunging neckline and no bra underneath, fishnet thigh-highs, and strappy heels that made your legs look endless. Every time you moved, the fabric shifted, flashing skin and promising more. You’d caught them staring all night: Dean’s hungry, loud stares and Beau’s quieter, smoldering ones.

You’d danced with both of them at once on the makeshift dance floor in the living room. Sandwiched between their hard bodies, Dean’s broad chest at your front, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he ground against you, and Beau behind you, steady and warm, one palm splayed across your stomach while his breath ghosted your neck. The three of you moved like one unit, sweat slick and heated. The unspoken tension that had been building for weeks finally crackled into something electric.

When the song ended, you didn’t step away. Instead, you laced your fingers with each of theirs and tugged them toward the stairs. “Come with me,” you said, voice low and sweet. They followed without hesitation.

Beau’s room was dimly lit by a single lamp. You locked the door behind you with a soft click, then leaned against it, smiling. “Happy birthday, Beau.”

Beau’s calm blue eyes raked over your body, slow and appreciative. A small, knowing smirk curved his lips. “If this is my present, I’m the luckiest guy alive.”

Dean let out a loud, shameless laugh, dragging a hand through his messy dark hair. “Jesus fucking Christ, look at you. I’ve been walking around with a semi all night because of that outfit. Is it embarrassing that I’m admitting it? Yeah. Do I care? Not even a little. You’re a goddamn tease, baby.”

Heat pooled between your thighs at their words. “Truth or Dare?” you suggested, tilting your head.

Both men agreed instantly, eyes gleaming.

You all settled on Beau’s large bed: Dean sprawled on one side, Beau leaning back against the headboard on the other, with you in the middle.

It started innocent.

Truth: Beau asked first, voice steady. “How long have you been thinking about us like this? Together.”

You bit your lip, cheeks warming. “A while. Months, probably. Watching you two on the ice, then off it… yeah. More than once.”

Dean grinned, loud and cocky. “My turn. Truth. I jerked off thinking about you in that exact fucking costume two nights ago. Came so hard I saw stars. No shame.”

You laughed, but the image made your nipples tighten visibly against the thin top.

Dare: You dared Dean to give Beau a ridiculous birthday lap dance. He hammed it up, climbing onto Beau’s lap and grinding dramatically while moaning exaggeratedly: “Oh yeah, big boy, you like that?” until all three of you were cracking up. Beau dared you next: sit between them and let them each kiss your neck for a full minute. Dean was eager and messy, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin below your ear, groaning against you. Beau was slower, more controlled: his lips soft at first, then teeth grazing, tongue soothing the sting. By the end, you were squirming, arousal slicking your thighs.

The game shifted fast.

“Truth,” you breathed, now sitting cross-legged, skirt riding high enough to show the lace edge of your thong.

Beau’s gaze dropped shamelessly between your legs before returning to your eyes. “Are you wet right now?”

“Yes,” you answered, voice husky. “Soaked.”

Dean groaned loudly, palming the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Fuck, babe. You’re killing me. My dick is throbbing. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

Beau’s voice stayed calm but roughened at the edges. “Your turn.”

You smirked. “I dare both of you to take your shirts off.”

Dean ripped his off immediately, revealing his athletic, hockey-toned torso. He flexed shamelessly, smirking. “Like what you see?”

Beau pulled his over his head more deliberately, exposing lean, defined muscle and smooth skin. Both of them were gorgeous: Dean all broad shoulders and chaotic energy, Beau with that quiet intensity.

“Dare,” Dean said immediately, eyes locked on your chest.

You stood up on the bed, heart pounding. “Take my top off, Dean.”

He was on his knees in front of you in a heartbeat, big hands sliding up your sides. “Goddamn,” he muttered, voice reverent as he peeled the sheer fabric over your head. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard. Dean cursed loudly. “Look at these perfect tits. So fucking pretty. Been dying to get my mouth on them.”

Beau’s eyes darkened. “My turn. Lose the skirt, baby. Slowly.”

You made a show of it, turning slightly and shimmying the tiny pleated skirt down your legs, stepping out of it in just your fishnets, heels, and black lace thong. The cool air kissed your skin.

“Fuck me,” Dean breathed, staring at the wet spot visible on your thong. “You’re drenched.”

“Truth,” Beau said, voice low. “Have you touched yourself thinking about both of us fucking you at the same time?”

Your breath hitched. “Yes. A lot. I’ve come to the thought more times than I can count.”

Dean’s hand pressed harder against his cock. “I’m gonna lose it.”

“Dare,” you whispered.

Beau’s command was calm but devastating. “Take the thong off. Sit back, spread your legs, and show us that pretty pussy.”

Heart hammering, you hooked your thumbs in the lace and slid it down, kicking it aside. Naked except for the thigh-highs and heels, you leaned back against the pillows and slowly parted your thighs. Your folds were glistening, swollen, and exposed under their heated stares.

Dean’s eyes were wide, shameless. “Holy shit. Look how wet you are. All shiny and ready for us. You’re dripping down your thighs, baby.”

Beau moved first, crawling between your spread legs with deliberate grace. “So beautiful,” he murmured, then pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss directly over your clit. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, and you moaned, hips bucking. Dean leaned in on your other side, capturing a nipple in his hot mouth and sucking hard while his hand kneaded your other breast, pinching lightly.

The game dissolved completely.

Beau ate you out with focused hunger: long, slow licks followed by tight circles around your clit, two thick fingers curling inside you, stroking that perfect spot. Dean was loud and filthy the whole time, murmuring praises against your skin: “That’s it, moan for us. You taste so fucking good, don’t you? Look at you falling apart already.” You came hard, thighs clamping around Beau’s head, crying out their names as pleasure crashed through you.

They switched. Dean dove in messily, enthusiastic and starved: sucking your clit, fucking you with his tongue, moaning vibrations into your core while his fingers pumped. Beau kissed you deeply, swallowing every whimper, his hand rolling your nipples. You came again, shaking, soaking Dean’s chin.

You needed more. Pushing them onto their backs, you stripped their remaining clothes. Dean’s cock was thick and flushed, curving up proudly; Beau’s was long, veined, and leaking at the tip. You stroked them both, alternating kisses and licks until they were groaning: Dean loud and begging, Beau gripping the sheets with white knuckles.

You straddled Beau first, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands settled on your waist, steady and guiding, thumbs stroking your skin as you hovered over him. You wrapped your fingers around his thick length, stroking him slowly while lining him up with your entrance. The broad head nudged against your soaked folds, teasing both of you.

“Fuck, baby,” Beau breathed, voice low and rough, eyes locked on where your bodies were about to join. “Take me. Want to feel every inch of you.”

You sank down inch by inch, gasping at the delicious stretch. Beau filled you completely: long and hard, pressing against every sensitive spot inside. When your ass finally met his thighs, you both moaned. You paused, adjusting to his size, rolling your hips experimentally. The friction made sparks shoot up your spine.

Dean knelt beside you, one hand cupping your breast, thumb flicking your nipple, the other sliding down to rub slow circles over your swollen clit. “Ride him, sweetheart. Let us watch you take his cock like the good girl you are.”

You started moving, rising and falling in a slow, deep rhythm. Beau’s grip tightened on your hips, helping guide you, thrusting up to meet you every time you sank down. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy sliding along his shaft filled the room. Your breasts bounced with every movement, and Dean leaned in to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly.

Beau’s calm exterior cracked just enough for low, guttural groans to escape. “So fucking tight… so wet… you feel incredible,” he praised, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast while the other stayed on your hip. His abs flexed beneath you with every thrust, eyes heavy-lidded but never leaving your face.

You rode him harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis on every downstroke, chasing that perfect angle. Dean’s fingers on your clit sped up, and soon you were trembling, inner walls clenching rhythmically around Beau’s cock as another orgasm ripped through you. Beau cursed softly, hips snapping up to prolong it, fucking you through the waves until you were breathless and shaking.

After you came down, Dean’s patience snapped. He pulled you off Beau with a playful growl and flipped you onto your hands and knees in one smooth motion. “My turn, baby. Been dying to fuck this pretty pussy from behind all night.”

You arched your back instinctively, presenting yourself to him. Dean knelt behind you, hands spreading your cheeks so he could watch as he dragged his thick cock through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. Then he thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, bottoming out with a loud groan. “Holy fuck: so warm, so fucking tight. Gripping me like you were made for this.”

He set a hard, punishing pace immediately, hips slapping against your ass with every deep thrust. The angle let him hit that sweet spot inside you relentlessly. One of his hands tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you moan louder, while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave marks. Dean was shamelessly vocal the entire time: “That’s it, take my cock. You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Look at you: ass up, pussy dripping down my balls. So goddamn perfect.”

Beau shifted in front of you, kneeling so his cock was level with your mouth. You eagerly took him in, sucking him deep while Dean railed you from behind. The dual sensation was overwhelming: Dean’s relentless thrusts pushing you forward onto Beau’s length. The room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin, your muffled moans, and Dean’s filthy commentary.

“Fuck, watching you suck him while I pound you… I’m not gonna last,” Dean grunted, slamming into you harder, his balls slapping against your clit with every stroke. Beau’s hand stroked your hair gently, even as his hips rocked forward, fucking your mouth with controlled thrusts. “Good girl… just like that.”

The pressure built fast. Dean reached around to rub your clit again, and you shattered, coming hard around his cock, walls fluttering and squeezing him. Dean followed with a loud, broken shout, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you, hips jerking with every pulse. Beau pulled out of your mouth just in time, stroking himself and painting your tongue and chest with hot ropes of cum.

You lost count of how many times they made you come: switching positions, hands and mouths everywhere, until exhaustion finally claimed you.

Panting and tangled together in Beau’s bed afterward, sweat slick and satisfied, nothing was official… but you were undeniably their girl. And they were more than happy to keep proving it.

[writingdose]

as a writer, it’s very important that you know this: whenever you tell yourself “this will only be one-chapter-long” that is a lie. your brain is lying to you. it won’t, in fact, be just a short one-shot

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pov me when i started writing ‘at the same damn time’

[writingdose]

writers, instead of asking ai for help, you can always use your childhood trauma and repressed issues to help you with that fic

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🫙 AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 2/4

you had no idea how much you needed both hottest guys in briar u at the same time, until your situationship dean asked you, if you ever had threesome. and then offered his help in exploring something new. and now, when you found someone, who matches your freakiness, you’re wondering, how long that will last and how dean and logan are feeling about it.

🤍 part one

🤍 part three

A / N : i thought that i just wanted to make some small oneshot smut that would involve both logan and dean and NOW i’m starting to think how y/n, logan and dean would figure out what is going on between them, because believe me, there IS something going on. and big thanks to @lightdragonrayne for inspiring me to write part two <3 oh and lmk if you guys wanna be tagged when the next part comes out !!

WARNINGS : dean and y/n are kinda dumb when it comes to feelings, logan has emotional intelligence + he is the biggest yearner of the year, lots of angst and tears.

a week. exactly seven days since you decided to ignore both logan and dean. you kept burying yourself into books, throwing yourself into work, hanged out with hannah. you were good at avoiding people. until friday came. big game in briar, you had to go. first of all — hannah told you, that she will be pretty mad if you won’t come, second — garret told you, that it’s really important because two usually good hockey players sucked lately and maybe you’re the reason. oh you wished he was wrong.

that morning you somehow slipped out of dean’s grip and literally ran back into your dorm. that night wasn’t supposed to happen. you hooked up with dean a few times before, that was okay. but having them both ? that was dangerous. that was wrong in so many ways, at least that’s what you’ve been told. two years with damn alex cooper left their print in your head.

he was always safe, always stable, always listened, always supported. basically, he was any girl’s dream. but when it came to intimacy…? well, that part sucked. he never wanted to try something different, sex was always the same. you thought that maybe you are the problem, maybe sex is supposed to be only this way. maybe people who created so many different poses and all those toys and stuff… maybe they’re just too dirty. maybe that was wrong. craving all of it was wrong. yeah. because otherwise alex wouldn’t be so mad about it, right? and you believed. you still do.

arena literally buzzed around you. you were never a big fan of hockey, to be honest. but hockey players? they were hot. you sat next to hannah.

“you’re late.” she said without looking away from ice.

“i didn’t want to come at all. at least i’m here.”

“logan asked if you’d come.”

“he did?”

“yeah.”

“and what did you say?”

“i said yes.”

“okay.”

not okay. you sighed heavily and kept looking at guys who were moving around, crushing into each other, not understanding a thing. what are you even doing here? you didn’t know the answer. maybe you wanted see them again. maybe garret’s words somehow made you want to come. maybe you were just bored? yes. you were just bored. and that’s it.

game ended with a score 6:5, harvard won. and you saw all this anger in their eyes. it was just one point, but it might cost them a playoff. you saw how dean walked towards locker room first, didn’t even look at you, jaw tight, as if he’s physically forced himself from looking up. but logan did look. and you swear you could read disappointment in his eyes, that made you wince slightly.

no party tonight, hannah told you that they were too mad tonight to celebrate, so she’s just gonna cuddle with garret in his room, so basically you’re alone tonight. you lied on your bed thinking about dean’s reaction over and over again. the silence was too loud, you couldn’t bear it anymore. you took your phone and quickly found his contact.

you

hey, we need to talk

rollercoaster

oh really? you waited a whole week to realise that you wanna talk? no, thanks

you whined and threw a pillow to the floor, because he was right, you shut him out for a whole week, completely ignoring his messages, calls, and his whole existence. he had every right to be mad at you. but you were stubborn, so decided to text logan.

you

hey, can we talk, please?

mr. ‘anything, gorgeous’

oh look who decided to finally communicate 😦

you

okay, okay. i know i fucked up. but let me fix it

mr. ‘anything, gorgeous’

you can try, but no promises

you

can i come over…?

mr. ‘anything, gorgeous’

sure, but i can’t guarantee that dean will talk

you

leave it on me. i’ll be there in twenty.

you rushed to the hockey house. you were determined to talk, because you, somehow, were sure, that if guys will hear you out, then everything magically will be good again. well, hope dies last.

logan opened the door with his charming smile and you felt a little bit at ease. you sat on the couch and told him everything. about alex, about your feelings, why did you avoid them and he listened. he actually listened.

“you know dean cares about you. he really does.”

“i know and i care about him too, i swear. it’s just… complicated.”

“yeah… feelings can be too much sometimes, but it’s important to talk about them. because if you don’t…? it’s gonna fuck your head badly, believe me.”

you smiled and hugged him tightly.

“thanks logan… i’m glad i have you in my life.”

“that’s what friends are for.”

“i don’t think that friends are for threesoms too.”

“well, that’s just a nice benefit of friendship. we just explored things, we enjoyed them, and there’s nothing shameful about it, you hear me?”

“yeah…”

“good. now go and talk to dean. he’s been an asshole for a whole week, i’m not sure if any of us could handle one more day.”

you laughed softly and ruffled his hair before heading upstairs towards dean’s room. you knocked his door three times before slowly pushing the door open. he was sitting on his large bed with his back to the door, shoulders slumped. you never saw him like this before. usually bright and charming guy now looked lost. you carefully hugged him from behind, burying your face into his shoulder.

“i’m sorry…” you whispered.

“leave.” flat, empty.

“dean, please…”

“didn’t you hear me?” he faced you, his eyes glassy, face guarded, “i said leave.”

you pulled away but didn’t move towards door. you fully faced him and took a deep breath. “i know i fucked up. i fucked up so badly, dean, i’m sorry. i really am. and i want to fix it.”

“fix it..? fix what exactly?”

“us.”

“us? there’s no us, y/n. you think too much of yourself if you believe that any of it is your fault.”

“dean—”

“no, you had a whole week to talk, but you didn’t. so now i will talk and you will listen. we hooked up a few times, we had fun, and that’s it. park is closed. no more rollercoasters for you. i don’t wanna get into whatever you want to offer. pretend nothing happened, you’re awfully good at it.”

you felt like someone ripped off your chest and squeezed your heart, you couldn’t believe it. dean would never say that. that’s impossible.

“now, please, for the love of god, leave me alone and never come here again.”

he was breathing heavily, his words full of hatred and hurt. room suddenly spun around and you blinked slowly before whispering, “okay…”

you slowly stood up and walked out of his room, closing the door shut. you let out broken sob and suddenly everything felt empty. only if you weren’t embarrassed enough, only if you talked with him, only if you didn’t run away that morning on the first place… things would be different.

you didn’t answer when logan asked you if you were okay, you didn’t even hear him. god knows how you made it to your dorm, but now, lying under your blanket, you didn’t feel warm and safe. you felt broken and hurt, and you had no idea how to pick up all the pieces back together, because the only person you wanted so badly now felt as broken as you were. and for the first time in your life… you didn’t know how to fix it.

@hereforfanfictionsfr

[charactervsplot]

I made a book playlist, designed a cover, imagined the ending scene, and rambled about my story idea to all my friends, but somehow the word count is still at 0???

[autumngirlcherry]

🫙 AT THE SAME DAMN TIME ( 18+ )

you had no idea how much you needed both hottest guys in briar u at the same time, until your situationship dean asked you, if you ever had threesome. and then offered his help in exploring something new.

🤍 part two

🤍 part three

WARNING : mention of weed, characters are a little high, blowjob, doggy, logan likes praising his partner during sex and dean likes talking dirty, mention of marking. dean and reader kinda have something but they kinda don’t, it’s complicated. logan is a manwhore.

A / N : just let me be, guys, i craved to write something like this. y/n mentioned to have a long hair but i didn’t attach a colour, needed that for the blowjob scene, please forgive me. also lmk if you liked it !! enjoy ;)

never in your life you thought that you would end up on the porch of the hockey house. with dean and john. smoking weed. but here you are, pouring your soul out, while both guys listened.

“wait,” dean interrupted her, “so you guys did like… only missionary? nothing new, nothing exploring ?”

you sighed and shook your head, “he was like one of those guys who believed that sex is not necessary. i mean— it is not necessary for some people, we all have different levels of libido, that’s fine. i just haven’t met someone who could match my level, yet.”

logan nodded knowingly, “on what level is your libido? i mean how much crazy are we talking?”

you stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, “well… i’m pretty kinky.”

“oh”, dean smiled mischievously and leaned closer, “so what is it ? dirty talks ? praising ? choking ? roleplays ?”

“uh… everything, i guess.”

“shit, fuck that guy, use me.”

you froze for a second and then bursted out of laughter.

“god, you’re so fucking crazy, di laurentis.”

“can’t judge him, though,” logan said lazily, “it’s not every day when you meet someone who could match your wants.”

“do you think about what i think…?”

“dean, she’s not gonna agree.”

“come on, we didn’t even ask yet.”

“um… asked about what..?”

dean smiled charmingly before fully turning to face you, “did you ever tried to do threesome?”

your jaw dropped. logan looked away, as if already regretting what dean said, but dean didn’t look away, didn’t move. just waited.

“oh shit, you’re serious.”

“i’m always serious when it comes to threesomes.”

“idiot.”

“yeah, i’ve been told before.”

you sighed heavily, deciding whenever it’s good idea or not. i mean, college years are for trying something new and exploring things, right ?

“i didn’t. i mean threesome. never tried that shit.”

“it’s not that scary, though. me and dean had it like… many times.”

“wait, you two fucked the same girl countless times?”

“oh god, no!” dean immediately stepped forward, “we had like two girls at the same time. and for a while we thought about having one girl together. it’s just exploring new stuff, call it whatever you want. we promise to make you feel as comfortable as possible, we set whatever boundaries you need, just say yes.”

you were silent for a good 13 seconds and then raised your head, looking at both of them, “when i say stop — we’re stopping, no pressing further. and we ask before doing something crazy.”

“deal.” dean nodded enthusiastically and threw you over his shoulder, “now bedroom”

you laughed and hit his back, “i’m gonna kill you!”

“you wish, sweetheart.”

dean’s bedroom was large, bed was king size, big enough for three of them. logan smiled and turned off main lights, leaving only soft dim light from bedside lamp. dean behind you already took off his shirt and wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his nose against your neck. you melted immediately. logan’s smile softened and he walked closer to you. hands are resting on your hips as he leaned closer and pressed his lips against yours. logan tasted like apples and something spicy, you weren’t sure, but you never wanted to stop kissing him. your hands moving under his t-shirt, fingers slowly dancing over his skin, and when he sucked in air sharply? you smirked into kiss and pulled him closer.

dean’s hands working on the button of your jeans, pulling them down slowly, his fingers leaving hot trails on their way. your knees gets weak when he parted your thighs with his fingers.

“you good?”

“y-yeah…” you nodded shakily and bit down logan’s neck, making him hiss.

one by one, logan’s thumb and forefinger worked the clasp open, each hook letting go like a held breath. he didn’t rush.

“relax, gorgeous… i’ve got you.”

meanwhile dean’s tongue flicked on your inner thigh, making you cling onto logan’s shoulder like on a lifeline. dean knew exactly what he was doing, he’d done that countless times before, but this time feels special. dean's fingers hooked into the damp fabric at your hip, not pulling it down, just tugging it gently to one side — enough to bare your pussy, enough to let his breath fall hot against sensitive skin before he started eating you out.

you moaned loudly, hands clenching against logan’s chest. the air left your lungs, you felt so surreal right now. logan’s strong hands held you still, pressing soft kisses over your shoulder.

“shhh, gorgeous, you’re doing so good.”

dean ate you out like he was starving, son of a bitch, he was a way too good at it, “that’s it… ride my face, sweetheart.”

your hands wandered lower logan’s stomach, one hand pulling inside of his jeans. he groaned at the sudden touch and quickly took his jeans with boxers off.

“come here,” he whispered, making her stand on all the four. dean kept eating her from behind, but on the front ? logan gently moved the tip of his cock over her lips, before slowly pushing inside. you immediately sucked him in deep and gagged.

“shh, easy there. you’re doing so good, i’m so proud.”

you’re close, but you want him first. your rhythm shifts — tighter, quicker, your jaw relaxing as you take him deeper. his fingers tangle in your hair. your cheeks hollow. and then you feel it: the way he stops breathing entirely. logan’s hips jerked once, twice, and then his hand fisted your hair tightly, riding his orgasm.

“fuck… such a good little girl.”

dean picked up his pace, now one finger joined his tongue. then another one. he finger-fucked you thoroughly, paying attention to the every shiver, every shaky breath. when your walls started clenching around him ? he suddenly pulled away, making you whine.

“sorry, princess, be patient.”

he quickly rolled condom onto his cock and pushed inside you, making you both groan. logan kissed all over your face, comforting you.

“fuck, baby… you’re so tight.”

dean wasn’t the type who fucked fast, but he was the type who fucked hard. you know that he will probably leave bruises on your hips from how hard he’s gripping them. he slowly picked up his pace, when he found the exact spot that made you gasp.

you whined and wobbled uncontrollably, feeling too good right now, right on the edge, “dean… i’m gonna—”

“that’s it baby… squeeze me…”

dean thrusted exactly three times more, before you screamed, arching your back. you milked down every drop out of him and leaned against logan, feeling completely wasted. dean kissed you back before pulling out slowly and getting rid of used condom.

logan helped you to lay down on the bed and tucked you under the blanket. dean looked at them with quiet awe and lied down behind you. logan kissed your forehead softly before picking up his clothes and walking out of dean’s room.

“how is my baby feeling?” dean asked, his voice low and calm.

“good… finds out i love being praised.”

“i’ll make a note.”

“you should.”

he chuckled softly and kissed the top of your head.

“now sleep. you need a good rest after that.”