Summary: Seeing you tonight, it’s a bad idea, right? …Fuck it, it’s fine.
The screen of your phone was a literal hazard. It had an almost radioactive glow in the dark corner of the kitchen counter you’d thrown it in in utter shock, and it said exactly what you had spent six months praying it wouldn’t.
“Hey. I’m home. You up?”
“No,” you hissed to yourself. “Absolutely not. Not falling for it. I respect myself, I have standards.”
You grabbed your jacket.
“I’m just leaving because the music is too loud,” you told yourself, shoving through a crowd of drunken, sweaty bodies. It had nothing to do with the fact that his apartment was only three blocks away from here. In fact, walking past his place was the most convenient route to… the 24-hour pharmacy. You needed… a pack of gum and some aspirin.
By the time you hit the sidewalk, the cold air that hit you should’ve been a wake-up call. Instead, it felt like a giant spotlight as your legs carried you down the street.
“I’m not going to see him,” you murmured to yourself, your thumb already hovering over the Maps app. “I’m just gonna walk by and see if his lights are on. Make sure he’s safe.”
Your phone buzzed again.
‘I still have your sweater. The blue one.’
“Thief,” you muttered, picking up the pace. This wasn’t a hook up, this was simply a recovery mission. “I’m gonna need that back.”
The walk to Steve’s apartment was exactly seven minutes and forty-two seconds. You knew this because you’d timed it. Not because you missed him, obviously. But because you knew you had to be in and out before you did something stupid.
You knocked. Not a soft, ‘I'm-lonely’ knock. A firm, ‘I-am-here-on-serious-business’ knock.
The door swung open, and there was Steve. He looked exactly the same—messy hair, the lopsided grin that usually meant he’d just done something stupid, and that one faded black t-shirt you’d told him to throw away three years ago.
"(Y/N)," he said, his voice dropping an octave in that way that usually made your insides do funny things. "You’re actually here."
"I am here for my sweater, Steve. Give it to me. I have a ride waiting."
There was no ride waiting. The Uber is a lie. You were hopelessly stranded in a sea of your own poor choices. Up shit creek without a goddamn paddle, with him looking way too hot for his own good.
Steve leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he did a quick sweep along the street. "I looked for it. I think it might be in the back of the closet. Or under the bed. You might have to help me find it."
You stepped over the threshold before your brain could even send the signal to your legs to stay put. "You’re so messy, Steve. I’m doing you a favor by clearing out the clutter, you know."
"Right," Steve smirked, closing the door behind you with a soft click that sounded suspiciously like a trap snapping shut. "A total favor. You’re practically a saint, (Y/N)."
You turned around, curling your lip at his remark. "Don't 'saint' me. I'm leaving in five minutes. No, three minutes. If I see a single pizza box on the floor, I'm out."
"I ordered food," he said, gesturing to the kitchen and completely ignoring your snark. "And I got the spicy noodles. You know, the ones you like?"
You froze. Thai food? The noodles you liked? That was low.
You could eat and still leave, you reasoned. It’s just calories. It’s fuel for the walk back. It didn’t mean you were 'back together’, not at all. It just meant you were hungry and your sweater was... somewhere.
it’s been a long time since I’ve been on here and for that, I want to apologize. I want to apologize for bailing on you guys without a word. But I just couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure to perform, the disappointment I felt when my work didn’t do as well as I would’ve liked. The expectations of all you lovely people on here that I couldn’t meet. It crushed me mentally and I needed it to stop. So that’s why I left. For those of you still waiting for the conclusion of Confessions, I’m sorry; there isn’t going to be one. When I look back on it, I realize Tumblr had a toxic hold on me and I needed to escape. @jensennjared is the one who basically saved me, and I’ve been a lousy person to her in return. So I want to apologize to her as well. Lastly, I’m not saying I’ll never log back in again, but please don’t expect me to be active after this. The blog will stay up, the fics will stay up. I don’t watch SPN anymore, I haven’t in a long time. I couldn’t cook up something accurate if I tried.
If you guys resent me for this in any way, that’s alright. I have to think of my own peace of mind.
When you get this, write 3 things your followers probably don’t know about you and then send it to 10 followers
I was tagged by the lovely @fvckinpayno to do this.
1. I have scoliosis, have had it since I was first diagnosed in the second grade. I got corrective surgery for it almost four years ago, and now I have two metal rods and eighteen screws in my spine. My family jokingly calls me Wolverine and says that I have Adamantium in my back.
2. Next year, I’ll be majoring in Criminal Justice and will hopefully one day work in the FBI or DEA or some other similar field. I’ve always wanted to do something to help fight against crime, even when I was nine I knew, of course, like most kids I wanted to at one point be an animal cop because...animals.
3. I’m ambidextrous. That means I use my right hand for some things and my left for others. I write with my right (though I could learn to with my left), I use scissors with my left, I eat with my left, I iron with my left (or right)...The list goes on. Predominantly though, I’m right handed. Being ambidextrous came in real handy back in the day when I played soccer, which is another fact about me that I’m gonna sneak in here. I played for almost 9 years and was pretty much equally skilled with either foot. Quitting it is one of my biggest regrets.
I’m just gonna tag the last 10 people who liked/reblogged my posts: @getyourrocksalt @badwolfstoletheimpala (for some reason I can’t tag you) @writingkeepsmewhole @angel-left-this-mark @nocsa @if-i-was-heard @wayward-weary-but-wonderfilled @crowleysgotbadblood @zephyre-fantasmic @deanbowlegsackles
Rules: Tag 10 bloggers that you want to get to know better
Birthday: December 21
Gender:Female
Relationship status: Single
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius (although I swear the first thing that always comes to mind is a stegosaurus for some weird reason)
Siblings: Biologically two, an older sister and an older brother, but we adopted my cousin (also older than me)
Favorite Color: Purples, blues, and greens
Pets: Two. A really fluffy, really fat Maincoon mix cat named Cosmo and a really adorable black German Shepard named Spook. (She is where my love of German Shepard originates from)
Wake-up and Sleep time: I’m usually in bed by midnight or 1am and I get up anywhere from about 6:30 on school days and at best noon on weekends
Coke or Pepsi: Honestly, I prefer dr. pepper, but I do like vanilla coke.
Day or Night: Night, just because my life is so crazy and my house is so crazy that the only time it’s ever truly calm is late at night when everyone’s asleep.
Text or Call: Text. Hands-down.
Make up or Natural: I love doing my make up just because I can and I like to, but I like going make up free sometimes as well :)
Met a celebrity: No, but I really don’t mind that I haven’t.
Smile or Eyes: Smile
Light or Dark Hair: Doesn’t matter to me
Shorter or Taller: I’m only 5′4 so I prefer they be taller. Ideally, at least 6ft.
Chapstick or Lipstick: chapstick, but I wear lipstick occasionally
City or Country: City, but I do like getting away to the country for short periods of time.
Now to tag people: (You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to :)) @fvckinpayno @the-pri-experience @doctor-director-professor @jarmishjen
I know it’s only like four people but I’m feeling super lazy.
Prompt: Reader has FWB agreement with Sam but ends up in bed with Dean, who has actual feelings for her. The reader plans on not telling Sam about it just yet and lets Dean talk her into round two, but guess who walks in?
Character: Dean x Reader x Sam
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 2912
Warnings: Language, smut (unprotected), threesome (boys don’t interact), oral sex (giving and receiving), little bit of dirty talk, bit of voyeurism
A/N: OMGOSH, first time writing a (somewhat) threesome, aaahhh! It’s pretty much 80% smut apart from the intro and the last part, lol. I was tagged by madame--meow in an imagine involving a threesome but I decided to do something different with it. Also, I would like to dedicate this one to my lovely bovaria, bc I just can’t thank her enough for all that she’s done for me. Okay, enough rambling--ENJOY!
“I should go,” you spoke softly, tracing lazy patterns across Dean’s chest as you made no effort to actually leave the comforts of his bed. “I don’t want Sam finding out about us just yet.”
Nuzzling his face in your hair, he let out a disappointed whine. “No, don’t go,” he groaned. “Sam’s not gonna be home until later tonight. At least stay until after breakfast.”
You tore the blankets off your body and swung your legs off the bed, the ache of your muscles calling out for you to just give up and crawl back in. In search of your clothes, you picked your bra off the door handle and proceeded to put it on.
“Look, I’m just not ready to tell him yet,” you sighed. “I still love Sam, it doesn’t magically go away after spending one night with you.”
He chuckled. “Well, you have to admit, I was pretty good.”
“I must admit, you were amazing,” you chuckled, scouring the room for your panties. “Hey, have you seen my—?”
He pulled them out from under the covers, letting them dangle on his index finger while a mischievous smirk played on his lips. “I was planning on keeping these, actually. You don’t mind, do you?”
You crossed the room and jumped on the bed to try and snatch the flimsy piece of cloth out of his hands. He pulled on it just as hard as you did and it wasn’t long before you heard it slightly tear.
“Dean, please, just give them back,” you put on a whine. “Don’t be a jerk.”
A low chuckle rumbled through him. “I’ll give them back on one condition.”
“Of course there’s a catch,” you rolled your eyes at the childlike smirk he was flashing you.
“I’ll trade them for a kiss.”
You climbed on top of him and cupped his face in your hands, him meeting you halfway as you pressed your lips hard on his. His fingers dug into your bare back as he sat up and pulled you flush against his chest, his breathing harsh as his hold tightened.
“Please stay,” he breathed against your lips in such a raw, lustful tone that you completely melted into him, willing and able to obey any and all of his wishes. “Sam’s not gonna find out.”
You took the panties and blindly threw them across the room, your mind in a completely different place than it was five minutes ago. You hated yourself for being this weak, for going home with him in the first place. Dean knew all about your little arrangement with Sam but still confessed his feelings for you in a drunken stupor, his disclosure eventually leading to you two making out the whole cab ride home and using almost every surface of the bunker to have tireless, sleazy sex on and against.
Dean assured you Sam wasn’t going to walk in on you—the poltergeist case he was on by himself sure to take him at least another day or two. You despised yourself for doing this to him, but you also despised him for stringing you along. Love was lost long ago between you and the younger Winchester, your relationship purely fueled by lust and loneliness. He called you whenever he felt the urge, you called him whenever you had an itch you needed him to scratch. Dean’s feelings for you seemed genuine and you wanted nothing more than to explore it further, but only if and when you had the courage to tell Sam your fling was over and done.
“Sam’s such a goddamn idiot,” Dean groaned, trailing kisses from your jawline down to your neck. “For letting such a good girl go.”
“I broke up with him,” you moaned weakly.
“That’s why I’m saying— goddamn idiot,” he scraped his teeth against your sensitive skin. “For letting you go.”
His fingers deftly unhooked your bra as his lips detached from your skin for just a few moments, allowing you to slide the straps down your arms and drop it on the floor in a matter of seconds. The sheet that was still covering him was the only barrier between you and you felt him rapidly harden beneath you as you ground your hips down, slowly but surely saturating the white fabric with your juices.
You smiled proudly to yourself when you noticed your actions had their desired effect, making Dean fall back into the pillow and take a few sharp breaths in as you rode him. His calloused fingertips danced along the curve of your waist, occasionally grabbing hold when you circled your hips. You climbed off and made a grab for the sheet, thrusting it off to see him stand hard and proud.
You latched onto his neck, sucking and biting your way down as your nails dragged across his chest. Always one for taking it slow and enjoying the moment, especially with this little piece of paradise beneath you, you sucked, licked and bit your way down sluggishly, reveling in his desperate moans and impatient squirming.
“Babe, fuck,” he hoarsely whispered, drawing in another sharp breath when he felt your fingers wrap around him. “Such a good girl.”
“Such a good girl,” you echoed, sliding your thumb gently over the tip to spread the precum. If he wasn’t a fidgeting mess already, he surely became one when you dipped down and slowly ran the flat of your tongue along his cockhead.
Dean tangled his fingers in your hair and tightened his grip to urge you down. Eagerly sucking him further in, you let him guide himself in deeper and deeper until the tip hit the back of your throat. Your eyes began to water and you furiously swallowed around him until his fingers relaxed and you quickly came back up, releasing him with a wet popping sound.
You watched that beautiful panting mess beneath you, releasing little whimpers and throaty moans as your hand pumped him slowly from base to tip. Sucking him back in and swirling your tongue along the shaft, you felt him tense up after a few minutes and swiftly let go of him completely.
Before he could even begin to form a protest, you were already hovering over him to sweep him up in a hungry kiss. You swung your leg back over him and sank down on his thick length, pulling a heavy, satisfied sigh from you both as he filled your soaking wet warmth. Starting a quick, hard bounce on top of him, you threw your head back and closed your eyes at the amount of pleasure he was sending through your body. But after a few delirious minutes, you felt his fingers dig into your skin, prompting you to still your movements to let him take over instead.
He lifted his hips up and started a devastating rhythm beneath you, making you so weak you slumped down onto his chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed before catching your lips, inattentively meshing them together as he tried to keep a steady pace.
From the position you were in, you had him hit you in exactly the right angle, the tip of his cockhead hitting your sweet spot every time you tried to meet him mid thrust. You found you moved in perfect harmony and dwelled in the intense amount of pleasure and ecstasy your bodies were providing each other.
“I c-can’t,” he stammered, frantically clutching onto you. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
His words made you want to let go of all that held you back and as his hips stilled beneath you, you quickly took charge. Grinding your hips into him even harder, you came back up and rested your hands on his chest, digging your nails into his skin as both your bodies tensed.
His green eyes held you captive as his lips slightly parted, his breath coming out in short bursts as his climax was fast approaching. In all his overpowering bliss, his fingers found your clit and started rubbing fast circles, determined to share his euphoria.
You panted and moaned loudly as your hands slid up your body and into your hair, more than ready to let go as you moved up and down in the final throws. But before any peak could ever be reached, an angry voice resounded along with the crash of a door.
“Dean, I thought I told you to wear your headpho—“ Sam began, stopping dead in his tracks when he took in the scene in front of him.
The look of surprise on his face was quickly replaced with one of pure anger as you snatched the sheets off the floor in an effort to cover yourself up. Eyes wide, you and the older Winchester looked at Sam, any and all words lost on you as he stood fuming in the doorway.
“Y/N,” Dean whispered. You looked at him to see him incline his head toward his little brother, followed by a shrug. Alternating your gaze between Dean and Sam, it took you a second to realize the older Winchester wanted you to include the tall man.
You slowly got up from the bed, putting on a pout as you walked over to Sam. His hazel eyes were trained on you, his breathing labored as your naked form approached him. Turning around to give Dean one last look, you saw him propped up on his elbows, perfectly fine with his role as spectator.
Stopping before the angry man, your hands reached up and cupped his face, bringing him down to softly plant your lips onto his.
“Y/N,” Sam spoke softly in warning, his tone of voice holding no actual resolve as he let you continue.
He remained frozen solid for a couple more seconds while you pecked his lips, sighing loudly before he wrapped his arms around your naked body and fervently surrendered to you. Your hands fisted in his hair and pulled him closer while your tongues danced, the kiss escalating quickly as you granted him access to every part of your skin he could reach.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled as he grabbed hold of your ass and lifted you up against him. “Let me make it right.”
Laying you down gently on the bed next to his brother, he swept you up in a desperate, hungry kiss. When he hooked an arm around your waist and used it to move you further up, he did it so smoothly that you were hardly aware of the cool cotton beneath you. His hands and lips worked deliberately on your skin, wandering further down from your chest, where he harshly sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, to your core where he carefully spread your legs as Dean locked lips with you.
Moaning loudly into Dean’s mouth as Sam latched onto your center, you squirmed and screamed at the feeling of the younger Winchester’s tongue dragging slow circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue.
Dean smiled mischievously and retreated, kneeling next to your head so you could pay him some more oral favors. Your fingers wrapped around his cock deftly and you sucked him back into your mouth, the task at hand proving a lot more difficult now that you had Sam’s tongue dipping in and out of your drenched core. You lost focus more than once, your other hand grabbing a hold of Sam’s locks and pushing him deeper as you tried to give Dean his fair amount of attention.
When Sam decided to add two digits to the mix, to complement the spectacular work his tongue was doing, it only took you a minute before your previously withheld orgasm shot you into new spheres and Dean did you the favor of joining you on your rise to new highs.
You greedily swallowed every last drop he gave you before your body completely stilled, breathing hard and closing your eyes as the last waves of your climax slowly ebbed off. Dean was still next to you, gently brushing hair out of your face as Sam slid up on the bed to face you.
“I forgive you,” Sam winked, prompting you to take his face in your hands and bring him down to kiss you. Scooting closer to him, you began tugging at his clothes, stripping him free of them in between hungry kisses.
Your gaze fell on Dean, who was now standing beside the bed and watching you with a pleased smirk on his face. Putting on his boxers and jeans, he moved across the room and sat in a chair, intent on watching the scene in front of him unfold.
If he was so keen on seeing a show, you certainly didn’t want to deny him one. Changing positions with the tall man, your hands wandered down his toned body and let one of them slip past the elastic of his boxers. Wrapping it around his aching member and pumping him slowly from base to tip, you had him fidgeting beneath you, drawing in the same sharp breaths his brother had not twenty minutes ago.
You smiled and rid him of the last thing that separated you, wasting no time in sitting back on top of him and grinding down. Sam’s hand caught the back of your neck and brought you down to lock his lips back on yours.
As you felt his cock slide through your slick folds as you ground down hard, you were suddenly struck by a feeling of melancholy. You and Sam always had amazing sexual chemistry, from hours of making sweet love in rundown motel rooms to cheap, dirty quickies in gas station bathrooms and backseats of cars. There was no denying Sam Winchester would always hold a special place in your heart, but you also knew it was time to put this thing to rest and walk away.
You almost got lost in your thoughts and the heat of the moment until his cock slightly twitched, applying soft pressure to your swollen clit. Responding immediately, you began to rock harder, eager for the friction.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” Sam growled beneath you to which you just smirked, resting your hands on his pecs and lifting your hips to give him time to adjust.
The younger Winchester’s fingers dug into your hips to ease you down on him, letting out a loud groan when he had himself completely sheathed inside your warmth. Your moans and groans increased in volume with each bounce, turning you into a screaming mess on top of him as he hit you just right every time you eased back down.
“Enjoying the view back there, bro?” Sam asked, his voice wavering as the pleasure seemed to overwhelm him.
The only thing Dean gave you was a nod, his pupils blown wide with lust. After a few minutes, Sam lifted himself up and captured you in a heated embrace, your lips locking once more as he expertly changed positions with you. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, he rammed his hips hard into you a couple of times, making you cry out loud at the blissful sensation.
Your gazes were locked on each other, his hazel eyes holding you captive as he tried his hardest to penetrate you even deeper and harder. There was a sadness behind them, but also something that looked like acceptance. He broke eye contact as he tensed up noticeably and it didn’t take you long before you felt yourself being right there with him.
You opened your mouth in a silent plea, your upcoming words swallowed as he dipped down to kiss you. A few more powerful thrusts were all it took for you to sink your teeth into his bottom lip and completely give yourself into him, climaxing for the second time that morning.
Sam followed suit after two more sloppy strokes, making him collapse next to you with one last animalistic grunt. Your heavy breaths were in sync, your thundering heartbeats separated by a few inches of skin as he pulled you tight against his chest.
“Hey, I’m gonna go for a walk,” Dean announced, giving you a knowing look before he opened his bedroom door. “Let you two sort some stuff out.”
The next few minutes were spent in silence as you racked your brain, trying to form the words to tell Sam this was the last time this could ever happen. You sighed out, nestling yourself against his chest.
“I’m okay with it,” he smiled, gently tracing his thumb across your cheek.
You looked up at him, searching his face. “Okay with what?”
“With you and Dean. He’s been crushing on you for years now, even when we were still together,” he chuckled. “He didn’t want to mess up our little arrangement, I guess. But you have my blessing.”
“Your blessing,” you snorted, feeling the terrible guilt lift off your shoulders the moment the words left his lips.
“Think of this as a last hurrah,” he offered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he got up from the bed. “And a pretty good one at that.”
“Thank you, Sam,” you smiled, truly grateful for his sympathy. Getting up from the bed yourself, you began searching through the room. “Hey, have you seen my—?”
The younger Winchester laughed to which you turned around, seeing him dangle your panties on his finger before tossing them your way.
omg omg omg i have got to be dreaming (I apologize to everyone who thinks I’m completely insane. I kinda am) fvckinpayno just followed me?!?!?!?!? OH MY HOLY CHUCK.
