Read part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/thatdezigirl/792194240409141248/idfc?source=share
Warnings ⚠️ cursing, smut adjacent, weird vibes?
A/N: gonna write a Sam version and a Dean version next because honestly, I doubt I can write a threesome.
“What, we can't all three share a bed…” he laughed before taking the far left side.
“Fine.” You challenged laying in the middle of the bed beckoning for Sam to join you. Which he reluctantly did soon enough. The three of you laid on your backs not touching or well trying not to. “Dean, can I please just get another room?” You pleaded rolling over to face him.
“Last night you were asking if we thought you were pretty baby…why you nervous now?” Dean smirked at you, turning to face you as well. Blood rushed to your cheeks and you quickly made your way to the bathroom locking the door. “Really Dean…” Sam scolded before making his way over to the bathroom door.
“Hey pretty girl, can I come in?” Sam gently knocked. He heard the lock click and made his way inside. You were sitting on the counter with your knees pressed to your chest and head down. “I already apologized for that…I thought we were past it” you whispered looking up at Sam tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“I know baby girl, I'm sorry he is being a dick…I will go get another room if you want.” Sam sat beside you putting his arm around your shoulder. Then an idea hit you…two can play at that game. “Sammy, do you want to help me with something?” An evil smile lit up your face.
The plan was in place, you would walk out of the bathroom and act like you were just fine sleeping between the brothers but you would only talk to Sam, Dean was getting the silent treatment. As you walked out of the bathroom Dean started apologizing he really looked like he felt guilty but the plan was in place. “I'm going for a swim Sammy, call me when you get a lead.” You said stripping down to your underwear and bra before walking out of the room.
“Hey, wait…what…” Dean's thoughts died on his lips. He turned to Sam “she didn't even accept my apology…” he frowned. Sam just shrugged and got his laptop out to start looking into leads. Dean looked out the window at you swimming laps, feeling bad he decided to join you. He pulled his pants down and his shirt off before marching out to the pool.
“Hey princess…Im sorry…” he started sitting on the edge of the pool near where you were floating. “I will get you as many rooms as you want…please just talk to me.” You looked him up and down and damn if he didn't make you drool a little shirtless and pleading for your forgiveness. “Fine…get in here and hug me Winchester” you said standing up and holding your arms out.
He jumped in and wrapped you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and put your head on his shoulder. He backed up to the side of the pool and just held you. “Now that we are back on speaking terms, want to tell me why you really got so drunk last night?” His voice rumbled through his chest and you could feel it in yours as he spoke.
“I thought it would help me do something and it did not.” You spoke softly, enjoying his embrace. “Really guys?!...” Sam crossed his arms “why am I the only one working?” He pulled his bitch face. “Join us then…” you giggled, swimming away from Dean toward the steps. He saw that glint of mischief in your eyes and know what was about to happen.
“Noooo…no...hey…no..” Sam started backing away from you and your grabby wet hands. “C'mon Sammy…Don'tcha want to hug me” you pouted before darting towards him and hugging his waist. He looked down at you and smirked before jumping in the deep end with you still attached to his waist. He came up for air with you wrapped around him still.
“Hey” Sam shook his hair out of his eyes and they met yours “Hey” you smiled back. Dean cleared his throat having made his way to the deep end with you both. You floated backwards so your head was on Dean's shoulder and your feet were on Sam's “we should probably get to work huh?” You sighed looking up at the beautiful sky.
The boys both agreed and the three of you made your way back to the room. Sam got first shower since all his clothes were wet. You could feel Dean's eyes on you. “Take a picture, it will last longer,” you joked before turning to look at him. “Maybe I will…” he stood reaching for his phone on the table. You pulled the towel you had wrapped around you tighter and blushed.
Thankfully Sam exited the bathroom before Dean could close in on you. “My turn!” You and Dean exclaimed in unison. In order to avoid another argument Sam suggested rock paper scissors. You threw rock, Dean threw scissors. You had recalled Sam saying Dean always picks scissors first.
You made your way into the bathroom and turned the shower on lukewarm just the way you liked it. While you were in the shower your mind drifted to how their bodies felt against yours in the pool. You ran a hand down your body finding your core already wet. You whispered a hoarse “ffuckk” while circling your sensitive clit. You pictured their hands exploring your body and kissing you all over.
You threw your head back and sped up your motions feeling the coil in your abdomen start to feel tight. “Sam, Dean, ohh fucck” you moaned a little louder than you meant to as you came. Hopefully they didn't hear that you thought to yourself as you finished getting cleaned up. You got dressed and left the bathroom acting like nothing happened.
Dean rushed into the bathroom without a word. Sam was at his computer jaw tense leg bouncing. So they must have heard…at least they were being cool about it. You sauntered over to Sam and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind “hey Sammy” you practically purred in his ear breath hot against his neck.
“Hey pretty girl” , his words going straight to your core. He spun the chair around and patted his lap for you to sit. You obeyed and straddled his waist. “You have been quite the tease lately baby girl” he searched your eyes for a sign he should stop. When he found none his hands captured your waist.
You looked down at him biting your bottom lip. His hand left your waist just long enough for his thumb to pull your lip away from your teeth shaking his head no. “Getting some mixed signals here princess, is it me or Dean that you want?” He inquired, tilting his head almost innocently. “B..both” you stuttered, looking away and to the ground.
You saw Dean's feet and raked your eyes up his body. “Think you can handle that sweetheart?” he asked with a smirk. You just nodded silently, eyes flicking between them looking for any hints of how they were feeling. “Whadya think Sammy…think she can handle us both?” He asked eyes running up and down your body.
“I think we should make her choose,” Sam smirked at you. You wanted to bite your lip again but instead you pouted and started to get off Sam but his hands held you tighter against his lap. “Uh uh pretty girl you are staying right here until you decide…Who fucks you first” Sam growled in your ear.
They both looked at you like you were prey, and honestly, you were here for it. You could feel how wet you were already. You decided on…..
Dean x reader x Sam - “Get up, princess, you got work to do.”
“Get up Princess, you got work to do.”
“Go without me,” you whine into the darkness, pulling the blanket over your head.
You were up late with Sam, reading, researching, laughing. Then you went to bed with Dean. His lips were on yours, his hands on your body, and his cock between your legs.
You love the Winchester brothers with the heart that pounds in your chest, rapid and hard with every breath that you breath. You’d do anything for them, fuck it feels like you already have, but getting out of bed right now was not one of the things you’re willing to do.
The bed groans under Deans weight as he sits next to you. He removes the blanket and kisses your hair. “Come on, we have monsters to fight.”
“There’s always monsters to fight,” you complain into the pillow. “I’m tired.”
He chuckles and twists his fingers in your hair. “Come on lazy bones. I have coffee.”
“No.”
There were footsteps from the door, and you recognize them immediately. Sam. “Y/N is still sleeping?”
“No,” Dean snarks.
“Just trying to,” you complain.
“Our girl is tired,” Sam comments. The bed groans again from the other side. The blanket is worked down, his finger stroking the length of your spine. “You wore her out.”
Dean snorts and you feel a gentle kiss placed on your shoulder blade from his side of the bed. “Maybe you did, with all of your reading,” Dean mumbles against your skin.
Sam’s fingers slide deeper under the blanket. A chill runs up your spine as his fingers trail over the fullest part of your ass and down the back of your thigh. “Which was it, baby?” His fingers dance from the back of your leg toward the inside of your thigh. “Me or my brother?”
It’d only happened a few times. Usually late at night when Sam couldn’t sleep or had a nightmare. The boys found comfort in each other, even if they couldn’t say it out loud. Now that you’re here, they find comfort in you. Sometimes that comfort came with you between them. “Sam,” you warn. It wasn’t late at night. They hadn’t been drinking. There was no social buffer within the walls of the bunker to justify it all, but his fingers don’t stop.
Deans kissing your neck now and your heart is racing in your chest. Deans hand is curling under you now, taking your nipple between his fingers. “If you’re too tired to hunt...”
“I...”
“Then we can’t let her leave the bed, can we?” Sam murmers as he slides a finger inside of you.
If you were tired, you sure as fuck aren’t anymore.
Pairing : Winchesters x Plussize!Reader.
Word count : 1,507
Warning : Smut. Threesome M/F/M
Request originally filled on crowleysplaythings.
Request : @sea040561. I’m making a request for a BBW reader (250lbs+) who is taken by surprised when Sam & Dean tag team her wanting to show her that she is sexy, sensual, and worth making love to. They also reveal they are in love with her and need her in their lives.
A/N : I hope you dig this, it’s what came to mind. I’m 250lbs+ myself, so there’s a touch of me in there. (The uneasiness about being on top for example.)
“Do you believe us yet?” Came Dean’s voice from behind you. His lips brushing over your shoulder.
“No..” You shook your head.
He chuckled softly. “You’re just saying that so we don’t stop. Don’t worry, sweetheart. We ain’t stopping anytime soon.” You moaned, nails digging into Sam’s shoulder underneath you.
How you managed to grab the Winchesters attention, you’d never know. Sure you took care of yourself, and dressed nice, but you were big. 260lbs big. And not exactly tall enough to stretch that weight out nicely. It sat in all the weird places, but you lived with it. You had confidence… to an extent.
You ran a hunters bar. When roadhouse burned down, hunters had nowhere to go, so you opened your doors. When Bobby Singer died, and then Garth went off the map, your services expanded to secretary.
Sober, hunters were friendly enough. Drunk, they got friendlier. The bar was how you had met Sam and Dean. It was probably why they kept coming back for years. Dean would walk in, big dumb grin on his face, and put his arm around your shoulder and ask “How’s your day going, Princess? Better now that I’m here?” just to hear you laugh. Sam would come strolling in behind him, shaking his head.
Your bar wasn’t too far from a city, and just outside of a town, so you got plenty of girls flowing in. And the occasional asshole, but they were easy enough to throw out. The girls, however, you had to ignore and deal with. The hunters loved them. Especially Dean.
You sighed, watching him walk off with one, sending you a wink as he headed into the back towards the stairs that led up to the living space upstairs from the bar. “Are you ever going to tell him?”
“Tell him what?” You looked to Sam and handed him his beer.
“That you’re interested.”
“Why would I do that? He’s obviously not.” You glanced towards the girl he was with, the kind of girl he was always with. The kind of girl you aren’t.
“We both are.” Sam said softly, his eyes focused on yours as they shifted back to him. You burst out laughing, and his soft smile faded. “What’s so funny?”
And suddenly, just like that, Dean’s attention shifted to you. They visit more often, more compliments when they did. You brushed it all off, until you couldn’t anymore. “Am I not your type or something?”
“You’re every ones type.” You told him without stopping your cleaning.
“Apparently not.. I’ve been trying to get your attention for months.”
“You had it years ago, Dean.” You moved to the next table and started to wipe it down.
“What?” He followed you. “Then why not now?”
You shrugged. “I’m not your type.”
“Why the hell would you say that?”
You finally turned, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ve seen what you walk out of here with. Trust me, I’m not that. Even a blind guy could see the difference.” You chuckled before going back to the table and moving on to the next one.
“I tried to tell her.” Came Sam’s voice from the back room door. “She laughed in my face. She doesn’t see it. Or at least doesn’t believe it.”
“See or believe what?” You grabbed some empty beer bottles that had been left behind and headed for the bar.
“How sexy you are.” Dean grinned.
“Oh, I know I’m sexy.” You smiled, emptying the dregs of the bottles into the sink. “I’m just not Winchester material, and I accept that.” You shrugged. “I accepted that a long ass time ago, boys.” You turned to them. “It’s no big deal. I get my share of attention when it walks in that door.” To be honest, you had been turning that away for a while now. You wanted love for a lifetime, not for a drunken night and a morning with regrets. And they knew it.
You didn’t see the look that passed between them because you turned back to the bar, but you heard Sam again. “I tried to tell her..”
You felt one of them come up behind you, when you saw the hands grip the sink on either side of you, you knew it was Dean. He was up against you, and you felt his member twitch against your lower back. “You are Winchester material, sweetheart.” his breath was hot against your ear. “Do you believe us now?”
“No.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to show her, Sammy.”
“I guess we will.” You turned your head, and saw Sam smile as Dean kissed the back of your neck.
They took their time undressing you once they had you in your bedroom upstairs. You tried to hide yourself, you didn’t want them to regret this, regret you. Sam would shake his head and kiss you softly, moving your arms away so they could continue.
Then, they worshiped your body, every inch of it. their hands, lips, they were everywhere. They barely even let you move, let alone return the favor. Your eyes closed with a soft whine and you felt them smile against you.
After they had you wriggling, and all but begging, Sam moved to the bed and motioned for you to get on him. You shook your head. “Come on.”
“Sam, I… I don’t..” You shook your head again. “I’m too big, Sam. I don’t ride. Ever.”
He leaned over, grabbing your hand and pulled you over him. You chewed your lip as you ended up straddling his lap. “You’re not too big.” He cupped your face. “Trust me.” You let your eyes close as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You moaned into it as you felt him line up, his hips starting slow.
Dean left, and came back a minute later. You felt the bed dip as he came up behind you, pushing gently between your shoulder blades so you would lean more forward as Sam laid back. You whimpered when a lubed finger started to work your ass open. And then a second had you begging.
“Do you believe us now? That you’re perfect for us?” He nosed at your shoulder blade as he lined up.
“No.”
“You will.” He answered, pushing in, and you cried out.
“I can’t…” Your forehead was on Sam’s shoulder, your arms crying out in pain. You couldn’t hold yourself up much longer.
“Relax, I’ve got you.” Sam’s hands were on your ribs, holding you where you were. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Your arms almost gave out before you went down on your forearms. Your hands going under Sam to grip his shoulders. “Better?” You nodded. His fingers dug in as he picked up his rhythm again.
Your nails dug into him, you’ve never had two men before, especially not like this. You felt like you would burst at any moment. They were going slow, and gentle, and it was driving you insane. “Please…” Your voice trailed off before you could ask for it faster, harder, anything more than this.
You had collapsed, making Sam laugh. As soon as Dean was out of the way, he had rolled you both over before pulling out. Dean had left the room again, not that you had noticed, and came back with wet wash cloths. He tossed one to Sam, and used the other to clean you up before cleaning himself.
By the time he crawled back into bed with you, you had your head on Sam’s chest, so he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. “Believe us now?” He mumbled into your hair making you chuckled.
“What am I supposed to be believing, exactly?” You yawned.
“That you’re worth more than just a drunk fuck with some lowlife hunter.” You laughed. “What?”
“Isn’t that your entire repertoire though?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at how right you were.
“Hey, I’m a badass hunter, okay?” He nuzzled into the back of your neck.
“I think what Dean was trying to say, was that you’re worthy of more. You’re worthy of love.”
“Well, when it comes along, I’ll believe it. I promise.”
Dean sighed. “She still doesn’t see it…”
“I just-”
“We love you.” You glanced up at Sam. “Why do you think we’re always here? We have a home, you know. But we come here. We love you. We’ve been waiting for you to see it. Believe it.”
“What…”
“We need you in our lives. Everyone we get to close to dies.. We wanted you alive, and safe, but.. We love you, and we need you.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Do you see it yet?”
You could see the love in Sam’s eyes as he looked down at you. You nodded. “About fucking time.” Dean rolled you away from Sam, a big grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you. “What he said.” He smiled, and you could see the love in his eyes too.
You chuckled. “Love you too, boys.”
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Later on in the day you noticed that the Winchesters only seemed to be acting weird around you so you decided to confront them about it.
“Guys, why are you always acting weird around me?” you questioned them. They both stared at you looking surprised that you asked.
“W-what? We’re not acting weird!” Dean stated, looking at Sam for reassurance.
“They’s no point in lying anymore, Dean” Sam pointed out.
Deans’ eyes widened at his brothers words. You tilted your head in curiosity, you took at seat at the table that the boys were sat at and waited.
“What?” Dean hissed.
“Y/N, we both really like you, we both think you’re perfect for us and we’ve been arguing about who asks you out first.”
“Dude?” Dean mumbled, hiding his face. You opened your mouth, trying to find some words, you couldn’t believe your ears at first. You had to repeat what Sam had said a couple of times in your head.
“You what?” you asked. They both stared at you.
“I’m sorry guys but, I’m not choosing one or the other, I love you both but I’m sorry!” you started.
“Hey, it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” Dean giggled, shooting daggers at Sam.
“Sure!” you whispered. You felt as if you were being put on the spot, you didn’t know what to do.
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