Tianna | 32 Writer and creator, sharing stories and edits featuring the best Winchester brother (and of course, Jensen Ackles and his other roles 🖤) | Fanfic & Edit Account | 18+ Content | ⚠️ Mature themes may appear in some stories | Wattpad: MissAmericanaaxx
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Wildest Dreams 🩵 */ Cry For Me 🖤💋 */ Bad at Love ❤️🩹 * / Lavender Haze 💜☁️ / Friends with Benefits🖤 */ My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys 🤍 * / They Said Speak Now 💜💍 / Sparks Fly (Dean’s Version) 💚 / Taste 🩵💋* / Sweet Distractions 🤭* / The Boy is Mine 💚 / Want You Back 🤍* / You Belong With Me (Dean’s Version) / I Gave You My Heart*
𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:
Stolen Moments 📸
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:
Dream Story - Supernatural Version (Part 1) [ Located on WattPad ]
Dream Story - Supernatural Version (Part 2) [ Located on WattPad ]
But Daddy I Love Him!! 🤍 - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:
Love or Die 💜🔪 - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Listen here 🎶💚
𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:
18+ Readers ONLY!* I have them labeled *= includes smut
One Night Stand 💋* / Romantic Getaway 🌊☀️ * / Good For You ❣️* / Illicit Affairs 🩶 / Call Me Daddy 😈* / Teasing Jensen 💚* / The Moment I Knew ❤️* / Uncelebrated Love 💔* / Superstar 🎸🧡* / A Real Man’s Love ❤️🔥* / I Remember It🧣
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:
Repairing Hearts 👷🏻♂️❤️🩹 : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:
18+ Readers ONLY!* I have them labeled *= includes smut
Prove It! *
18+ Readers ONLY!* I have them labeled *= includes smut
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
One Night Stand (Thomas Shelby Version) 🥃💋
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:
Meeting Jared / Sleep Tight Boys
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 💚
Masterlist
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 / 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞
Hi my name is Tianna, I'm 31 years old and I have been a fan of Supernatural since I was 11. I've always had an interest in stories/fan fiction and decided to write my own! I really hope you enjoy them! If you want to get to know me more please don't hesitate to send me a message ! <3
All stories are written by me with the help of my best friend - she writes the spicy parts.🔥
Please do not copy stories as your own! I take pride in all of my work so please do not steal it
IMPORTANT UPDATE: Requests are: CLOSED 🔒( just for the time being, I have a lot of stories planned out!)
I write story’s about any of Jensen’s characters (Dean, Beau, Solider Boy, Russell, Mark) or even about himself
Master list banners are all made by me ! 🫶🏻
Dividers are made by @saradika-graphics & @talesmaniac89 🤍
If you would like to be added on my Taglist for stories please send me a message!
I apologize again for not posting a lot this summer — I’ve been so busy but I am back! I hope you missed me because I missed you all! I promise I did not forget about you all, a lot has just been happening. I’m planning on posting another story soon 🔜 — and I’m also gonna start writing stories with Mark!!
I love you all and thank you for sticking with me even when I’m not the best 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Not sure if you do requests or not but if you want a Royal Au,You could do Eddie G(Jensen’s character in blonde from 2001) rebellious in pink princess reader?
You know what, that is a very good idea! I couldn’t think of anything to for the Royal Au square. Thank you so much for that idea! I’ll try to work on it when I can 🥰🥰
Summary: After a painful breakup, Dean Winchester shows up at (Y/N’s) door weeks later, begging for forgiveness and confessing he made a mistake. Torn between heartbreak and lingering love, (Y/N) must decide if she’s ready to give him a second chance.
Warnings: Angst, Emotional heartbreak, Past breakup, Swearing, Mentions of emotional manipulation, emotional themes, alcohol use, suggestive/sexual tension
Pre- AN: this fills the “Don’t you dare!” square for my @jacklesversebingo card. This story is also inspired by the song “Down Bad” by Taylor Swift -> bold text: song lyrics
This was also inspired by a prompt on character a.i.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 - 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
What the hell did I just do?
I’m sitting at the library table, half a bottle of whiskey already gone, and I still can’t get her voice outta my head. The door slammed a while ago, but it keeps echoing—loud, final, like a gunshot.
“Then fuck you if I can’t have us.”
She meant it. And she’s gone.
I keep telling myself I did the right thing. That pushing her away was better for her. That she deserved something more than me, more than this life. But it’s bullshit. I know it. I fucking know it.
I said I didn’t want her.
I lied.
I wanted to believe if I pushed her hard enough, she’d move on, forget me, find someone who could give her a house and a white picket fence and some kind of peace. But now all I can feel is this ache in my chest that won’t let up—like I ripped my own heart out the second she walked out the door.
Sam tried to talk to me, asked what the hell happened, but I couldn’t even look at him. Just raised my hand and told him to back off. I don’t wanna talk. I don’t wanna hear it. I just wanna sit here and drink until the pain blurs out.
But it doesn’t.
Not even close.
Because the truth is… she’s gone.
And it’s my fault.
I told her I didn’t want her—
And now I have to live with the truth:
She’s the only thing I’ve ever really wanted.
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
Days pass. And then weeks. And then a month.
It’s a Friday night. The sun is just starting to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.
Inside my apartment, everything looks the same as it did a month ago. Except for one big difference—an empty space on the coffee table where a framed photo of Dean and me once sat.
In the kitchen, I’m standing at the stove cooking up a batch of spaghetti, while drinking a glass of red wine. Behind me, Coco sits on her bed in the corner, happily gnawing on a new toy.
As the sauce simmers and the smell of garlic and tomatoes fills the kitchen, I swirl my glass of wine, lost in thought, barely noticing the sky darkening through the window.
Then—a knock.
Coco immediately perks up, her ears straightening and her tail thumping against the floor as she lets out a sharp bark, protective and alert.
I freeze for a second, brows furrowing. I wasn’t expecting anyone. My heart skips a beat—not in excitement, but that old, familiar pang of unease.
Setting my wine down on the counter, I wipe my hands on a dish towel and glance at Coco. “It’s okay, girl,” I murmur, trying to reassure both of us. She doesn’t buy it, still growling low in her throat.
My bare feet pad across the hardwood floor toward the door.
Then I slowly unlock the deadbolt and open the door.
And there he is. Dean Winchester.
Standing on my doorstep, bathed in the last light of the sun.
Dean stands at the door, looking down, with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He looks at the floor before looking at you. His face is full of different emotions at once, and he takes his hands out of his pocket to show you a bouquet of flowers that he was holding. But he didn't hand it to you immediately.
"Y/N... I... We need to talk." He tries to sound as calm as possible.
“No, you’ve said enough…” I say sharply, my voice cold and cutting as I start to close the door on him.
He moves slightly, but I don’t care—I won’t let myself fall into that trap again.
Not this time.
He hurt me once. Tore my heart out and walked away like it was nothing. I’ll be damned if I let him do it again.
As I grip the edge of the door, my chest aches, but I keep my jaw tight and my spine straight. I’m not going down this road again.
Dean puts his hand, preventing you from closing the door. "Sweetheart ... please. I've spent a lot of nights thinking about what happened. And all I want right now is to talk. I'm not leaving until we talk. " He looks at you, his eyes pleading. He couldn't stay away from you, not after all this time.
“Why!? So you can hurt me even more??” I yell, my voice rising with all the pain ’ve kept bottled up for the past month.
Coco growls from behind me, picking up on my emotion. I glance back and quickly add, “Down, girl… it’s okay…” My hand gestures gently, calming her just enough.
But nothing about this feels okay.
I turn back to Dean, my eyes blazing. “You left me, Dean. You looked me dead in the fucking eyes and told me you didn’t want me anymore! And now what? You just show up here like none of that happened?” My voice cracks, but I push through it. “Why should I even listen to you?”
"Because I was wrong," he says, feeling his heart tightening with each word you said. Dean takes another step toward you, without letting go of the door. "I said things that weren't true, Tianna. I know that now. I know that I made a mistake, a very big mistake."
Dean looks from you to the bouquet of flowers, and without hesitation, he hands it to you. "These are for you. I know it's not enough to apologize, but accept them. Please. Accept them, and let me in..."
I glance down at the bouquet in his hand—sunflowers.
He remembered.
That one small detail pierces right through the wall I’ve been trying to rebuild around my heart. My fingers reach out slowly, almost like they move on their own, and I take the flowers from him, the soft petals brushing against my wrist.
I swallow hard, keeping my eyes low for a moment before I finally look up at him. “Five minutes,” I say quietly, my voice tight but steady. “That’s all you get…”
I step aside and open the door wider, letting him in.
Coco watches cautiously from her bed, tail flicking, as the door shuts softly behind him.
I place the flowers gently on the table—right where our photo used to be.
For a moment, I just stare at them… then I turn back to the stove and shut it off, the soft hiss of the burner fading into silence.
With a deep breath, I turn to face him, arms crossing tightly over my chest like armor. I lean back slightly against the counter, watching him carefully, guarded.
“Okay…” I say, my tone cool, steady. “You wanted to talk. So talk, Dean.”
Dean's eyes roam your body for a very long moment, he missed you. Dean missed seeing your face, your smile, the way you looked when you were worried about him. Your expressions as you stared at him. That voice, the way you said his name.
He lets out a low sigh, shaking his head, before opening his mouth to speak. He tries to start at least a few times, but the words were stuck in his mouth. Until finally, he spoke.
"Y/N... I love you... I love you so much it hurts."
“Dean…” I whisper, the ache in my chest returning all at once. My arms tighten across my chest as I fight the sting in my eyes. “How can you say that? **After everything…”
I take a small step forward, not out of softness—but pain. “You told me I wasn’t enough. That you didn’t want me. You watched me fall apart and didn’t stop me from walking out that door.”
Dean lowers his head when you said those words, feeling his eyes wet for a moment and he tries to say something, but the words come out choked. His voice was husky and pained when he finally spoke, lifting his head to look at you.
"I said those things because it was better for you. You deserve more than what I can give you... you deserve someone normal."
“No…” I snap, my voice rising as I take another step toward him, the fire in my chest finally breaking loose. “Don’t you dare.”
My voice cracks now, the weight of everything crashing down again. “I didn’t want a white-picket-fence life. I didn’t want a guy with a 9-to-5. I wanted you, Dean. All I’ve ever fucking wanted… was you. Only you.”
The words hang between us, raw and shaking. My heart is beating so loud I can barely breathe. “But you pushed me away and made that choice for me.”
Dean held my hands tightly, his gaze never wavering as he looked at me with those familiar, soulful green eyes—eyes that used to feel like home. They were glossy, teary even, as he finally let down the last of his walls.
“And the worst part is that…” he said, his voice low and shaking, “I wanted you too, Y/N. I just wanted you. Your company, your affection, your lips… your heart. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. And you know that. But I wanted it without hurting you. Without dragging you through the hell that comes with my life.”
I swallowed hard, my heart tightening at every word. But I didn’t hesitate. I stepped closer and took his hands in mine again.
“Then don’t let me go again…” I whispered, voice barely holding steady. “It’s simple, Dean. All you have to do is stay.”
His breath caught, and then, without another word, he pulled me into his arms. His grip around my waist was firm, like he was afraid to let go again. His breath brushed against my ear, that husky voice of his trembling with emotion.
“I will… I’ll stay with you… I’ll stay forever,” he whispered. “I love you, baby… I love you so much…”
I could barely breathe, the weight of everything between us pressing down and then slowly… lifting. And just when I thought I couldn’t be more overwhelmed, I felt him shift.
Dean pulled back.
And then—he dropped to one knee.
My breath caught, the air suddenly thick around me. My hands flew to my mouth in shock as I looked down at him, eyes wide and glassy with tears that refused to stay hidden.
“Dean…” I whispered, barely able to speak.
He looked up at me with nothing but love and certainty in his eyes—like I was the only thing in his world that made sense. And in that moment, he wasn’t just the hunter I fell in love with… he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
And somehow, despite all the heartbreak, despite everything we had been through…
I was ready to say yes.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:
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Summary: After a painful breakup, Dean Winchester shows up at (Y/N’s) door weeks later, begging for forgiveness and confessing he made a mistake. Torn between heartbreak and lingering love, (Y/N) must decide if she’s ready to give him a second chance.
Warnings: Angst, Emotional heartbreak, Past breakup, Swearing, Mentions of emotional manipulation, emotional themes, alcohol use, suggestive/sexual tension
Pre- AN: this fills the “Don’t you dare!” square for my @jacklesversebingo card. This story is also inspired by the song “Down Bad” by Taylor Swift -> bold text: song lyrics
This was also inspired by a prompt on character a.i.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 - 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
I always knew loving Dean Winchester wouldn’t be easy. The hunts, the secrets, the constant fear of losing him—it was part of the deal. And I accepted it, because I loved him more than anything. We had our fights, sure. What couple didn’t? But I never thought that fight would be the one that shattered everything.
He stood there with his arms crossed, that hard, unreadable look in his eyes, and said it—“I want to break up….”
Just like that. No warning. No chance to prepare.
And in that moment, my world cracked open.
“No… No, Dean. I don’t wanna break up…” I whisper, my voice trembling as I take a shaky step toward him.
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, ignoring the stiffness in his posture. My forehead presses against his, needing to feel close to him, to ground us—anything to stop him from slipping away. My tears fall freely now, warm trails down my cheeks.
“Please don’t give up on this… on us,” I plead softly, my voice breaking. “We’re stronger than this… Aren’t we?”
Dean lets his arms fall and he holds your waist when you approach him with your arms around his neck, but his expression doesn't soften, in fact he keeps that hard look and he can feel the firm touch of your forehead against his. The tears that fall down your face make Dean close his eyes for a moment, but the next moment he is looking you in the face.
"We are strong... but not like you think..." He starts to speak still in that serious and determined tone, while holding your waist firmly. "I gave you my all, Y/N.”
“So have I, Dean,” I say, my voice shaking but firm as I hold his gaze. “Every damn day.”
My arms tighten around his neck, and the tears keep coming, but I don’t look away. “You’re not the only one who gave everything. I fought for us. I stayed even when it hurt, even when you made it hard to breathe.”
I swallow hard, my forehead still pressed to his. “Don’t stand there and act like you were the only one bleeding for this love. I bled too.”
Dean's green eyes sparkle with emotion and he looks into your eyes as you hold his face firmly. His breathing hitches at each of your phrases and he lets out a heavy sigh, his arms hugging you tightly, but then he pulls you tighter.
"The problem is that..." After another sigh, Dean pulls you closer to him. "Your all... isn't enough for me.”
“What???” I gasp, the word ripping from my throat like it’s been set on fire.
I step away from him fast, like his touch suddenly burns. “How the hell can you say that?!”I yell, tears now falling harder, faster.
My chest heaves as I look at him—stunned, shattered. “After everything I gave you—everything I still give—you’re telling me I’m not enough?”
Dean lets go of you after pulling you and he takes a step back too, as your voice increases with each sentence. He closes his fists and he stares at you with a pained expression, but firm.
"I just mean... That I'M not enough!" He takes a deep breath to try to calm himself. "You deserve someone normal, with a normal life."
“Dean, no one’s life is normal,” I snap back, my voice still thick with emotion, but steadier now. “And I never had some picture-perfect childhood. I didn’t grow up in a normal household…”
I take a step closer to him, my eyes locked onto his, my voice dropping to a softer, more vulnerable tone. “My parents were hunters too, remember? Monsters, late nights, salt rounds—this life… your life…”
I press a hand to my chest, my heart pounding. “It’s all I know. It’s all I have.”
Dean looks at you, feeling his heart twist with the feelings you were expressing. He knew you had a similar life to his, knew how it was difficult, just like him, and that made him even more convinced that he didn't deserve your love. He wasn't the man for you, not in the way you wanted.
"That's my point, Y/N" He says almost yelling again, this time unable to hide his frustration completely. "You shouldn't have to know this type of life. You deserve more. You always did."
I shake my head, hurt and anger swirling in my chest like a storm ready to break.
“Don’t you dare, sit here and tell me what I deserve, Dean,” I say, my voice low but sharp, every word cutting through the air between us. “Because what I deserve is you. Us. This life, together. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
My eyes start to glisten again, but I refuse to look away from him. “But if you don’t want me anymore… then fine,” I whisper, my voice breaking on the last word. “Just say it. Don’t pretend it’s about protecting me.”
Dean just stands there, with his fists clenched, his jaw clenched too. He just stares at you for a few moments at your words, and it was evident the pain on his face and in his eyes too. But as you look at him with tears in your eyes, he finally lowers his head, nodding negatively as he spoke.
"I... I don't want you anymore…." He mumbles in a low voice, as if he could barely believe those words he said. But he looks back at you again, with that hard expression.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
He said the words so calmly, like he hadn’t just torn my heart straight out of my chest. “I don’t want you anymore…” Like I didn’t matter.
The silence between us was deafening.
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, my throat burning, my whole body trembling with anger and heartbreak. And then… I snapped.
“Then fuck you if I can’t have us,” I spat, my voice breaking, thick with rage and pain. I didn’t wait for a response. I couldn’t. I brushed past him, shoulders stiff, jaw locked. I stormed down the bunker hallway, boots pounding against the floor. Sam called out as I passed him, confusion written all over his face, but I didn’t stop. Didn’t even look at him.
I went straight to the room I had been staying in, threw open the closet, and started stuffing everything I owned into my duffel—clothes, weapons, every trace of me. Every trace of us.
I didn’t let myself cry. Not yet.
Once the bag was zipped, I grabbed it and left without a word. I could still feel Dean’s presence behind me like a ghost, but I refused to look back. I couldn’t.
The door slammed behind me with a satisfying echo, and as I stumbled to my car, the tears finally came. I got in, shoved the keys in the ignition, and just sat there, sobbing into the silence. My heart felt like it had been shattered into pieces I’d never be able to put back together.
“I have to get out of here…” I whispered to no one.
I started the car and drove, the road ahead of me blurry through my tears. I pulled up the music on my phone with shaking hands and hit play.
Taylor Swift’s “Down Bad.”
The chorus hit like a knife:
“Fuck it if I can’t have him
I might just die, it would make no difference
Down bad, wakin’ up in blood
Starin’ at the sky, come back and pick me up
Fuck you if I can’t have us…”
I screamed the lyrics through my sobs, my knuckles white on the steering wheel as the city lights blurred past me.
I was done.
Done begging.
Done hurting.
Done waiting for someone who couldn’t love me the way I deserved.
All I had left was me.
After what feels like forever, I finally pull into the parking spot in front of my apartment. The engine’s barely off before I’m grabbing my bag and stumbling up the stairs, my body heavy with exhaustion and heartbreak.
I unlock the door and push it open, and before I can even fully step inside—
“Coco…” I whisper through a cracked voice.
My sweet chocolate pitbull comes bounding toward me, tail wagging like crazy, whining with excitement. She jumps up, paws on my waist, licking at my cheeks like she’s trying to wipe away the sadness clinging to me.
I drop to my knees and wrap my arms around her tightly, burying my face in her soft fur. “Hey, baby girl… I missed you so much,” I whisper, holding her like she’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.
My mom must’ve just left—everything’s neat, food and water bowl full. But now it’s just me… and Coco. And even though I feel completely shattered, she grounds me. She always has.
I walk into my room in a daze, dropping my purse onto the floor without even thinking. I peel off my clothes and change into one of my oversized t-shirts and a pair of soft shorts—something that feels like safety.
Coco’s right behind me, her nails clicking softly against the floor. She never leaves me when I’m like this.
I head into the bathroom and flip on the light, catching my reflection in the mirror. Puffy eyes. Smudged makeup. A whole lot of hurt. I grab a makeup wipe and slowly start cleaning my face, trying to wipe away more than just mascara and eyeliner—trying to wipe away the ache.
Once I’m done, I toss the wipe, turn off the light, and grab my blanket from the edge of the bed. I shuffle into the living room and drop onto the couch. Coco follows, her eyes wide like she’s asking for permission.
“Come on, girl…” I whisper.
She jumps up immediately and nestles beside me, warm and solid. I wrap the blanket around both of us, her head resting on my leg like she knows I need her there.
I grab the remote and put on The Golden Girls—my comfort show. The theme song plays softly in the background as I curl into the cushions, pressing my face into Coco’s fur.
Trying to forget. Trying to breathe.
Trying to hold it together just a little longer.
𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝….
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:
Hope you enjoyed this story! I’m sorry I’ve been so absent things have been crazy but now that I’m off work for the summer I’ll try to post a little more. I decided to put a little bit of myself into this story — my dog Coco (rip) and also my comfort show. I always like to put a touch of myself in my stories to make it more meaningful. Part two will be posted asap if you guys like it
Feel free to let me know what you think! I always love reading feedback!
Summary: Dean comes home from an exhausting hunt and falls asleep while laying on your chest.
Warnings: none this is all fluff.
Pre- AN: this fills the “You’re my new pillow” square for my @jacklesversebingo card.
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
The door creaked open, and I barely had the energy to push it shut behind me. Every muscle in my body ached, each step heavier than the last. Sam, just as wrecked, muttered something about taking the first shower before disappearing upstairs. Fine by me. I wasn’t planning on moving much anyway.
I just wanted to collapse.
But then I saw her.
Y/N sat curled up on the couch, her golden-brown eyes lifting to meet mine the second I stepped into the living room. That soft smile—the one she always saved just for me—chased away some of the exhaustion clawing at my bones.
“Welcome home,” she murmured, her voice warm, like honey on a sore throat.
I grunted, the best response I could manage, as I kicked off my boots and shrugged off my jacket, tossing it over a chair. I wasn’t much for words right now. Not after everything Sam and I had been through on this hunt. Blood, fire, death—we barely made it out.
But Y/N… she didn’t need words from me.
She just patted the spot beside her, an invitation. One I didn’t even hesitate to accept.
I sank onto the couch, immediately leaning into her warmth. She was soft, comforting, everything I didn’t deserve but couldn’t help craving. Without thinking, I let my head drop onto her chest, exhaling a deep, bone-weary sigh.
“Dean,” she said softly, a laugh hidden in her voice. “There’s a pillow right next to me, you know.”
I barely cracked one eye open. “No, sweetheart… you’re my new pillow.”
She let out a small chuckle, the sound vibrating against my cheek. God, I loved that sound.
Her fingers found their way into my hair, threading through it gently, scratching lightly at my scalp. I closed my eyes, releasing another low hum, melting into her like she was the only thing keeping me together. Maybe she was.
I tightened my arm around her waist, pulling her closer, needing her warmth, her presence, the quiet way she always put me back together without ever being asked.
“You’re exhausted,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
I sighed, already halfway asleep. “Stay here with me?”
Her hand slid down my back in a soothing stroke, her nails tracing absentminded patterns. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her promise settled over me like a warm blanket, sinking into the deepest parts of me, the parts that had seen too much darkness.
I buried my face against her, breathing her in—vanilla, lavender, something purely Y/N. The tension in my body finally eased, my grip on her loosening just enough to let sleep pull me under.
She was my safe place. My comfort.
And wrapped in her arms, for the first time in what felt like forever, I finally felt at peace.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:
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Pre-AN: this story fills the “Tell me you love me, even if you don’t mean it” square for @jacklesversebingo. This story is also inspired by the songs “Don’t Let Me Be the Last to Know” by Britney Spears and “Tell Me You Love Me” by Demi Lovato. Bold/italic text = song lyrics.
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
I knew something was off the moment Russell walked through the door. His broad shoulders, usually held with confidence, were slouched, his sharp green eyes clouded with something unreadable. He dropped his keys onto the counter with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his dark hair.
I hated this. The waiting. The uncertainty. The ache that built in my chest every time I looked at him and saw the distance between us growing. He hadn’t said it yet—not out loud—but I could feel it in the way his touch had become hesitant, in the way his kisses were rushed instead of lingering, in the way he pulled away in the middle of the night when he used to hold me until morning.
I wasn’t naïve. I knew the signs. I just didn’t want to believe them.
“Don’t, don’t let me be the last to know. Don’t hold back, just let it go…”
I stood there, barefoot in the kitchen, watching him. My fingers clenched the hem of my oversized t-shirt—his t-shirt—something I had stolen from him after one of our many late-night entanglements. The scent of him still clung to it, a cruel reminder of what we were, what we might be losing.
“Russell,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or do I have to figure it out on my own?”
He flinched, just slightly, but enough for me to notice. His jaw tightened, and for a long moment, he didn’t answer.
“Y/N, it’s not—”
“Don’t bullshit me.” I cut him off, stepping closer. “I’m not stupid. I know when something’s wrong.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His eyes met mine, and for the first time in weeks, I saw it—hesitation, guilt, maybe even regret.
“I need to hear you say… You love me all the way…”
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his hair again before looking at me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “That’s not it. That’s not it at all, sweetheart.”
“Then what?” I demanded, stepping even closer. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him. Close enough to see the way his breath hitched when my fingers curled into his shirt.
His hands went to my hips instinctively, as if his body craved me even when his mind was fighting it. “I’m scared,” he admitted, voice rough. “Scared that I feel too much for you. Scared that if I say the words, it’ll change everything.”
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Instead, I whispered, brokenly, “Tell me you love me, Russell, even if you don’t mean it…”
His breath hitched.
And then, suddenly, he snapped.
“Oh, tell me you love me. I need someone on days like this, I do…”
His hands were on me before I could process it, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that stole my breath.
The kiss was punishing, desperate—his lips crashing into mine, his tongue sliding between my lips, his grip on my waist bruising. It wasn’t soft, wasn’t careful. It was possession, need, frustration, and longing all tangled into one heated moment.
“You don’t fucking get it, do you?” he growled against my lips, backing me into the counter. His hands slid under my shirt, fingers skimming my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “I love you, Y/N. I fucking love you, and it terrifies me.”
My heart pounded as his words crashed into me. But before I could respond, he grabbed my ass and lifted me onto the counter, spreading my thighs apart as he stepped between them. His hands were rough, possessive, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, pushing my shirt up until I was completely exposed to him.
“You’re mine,” he rasped, his mouth trailing down my neck, biting, licking, soothing the spots he marked. His fingers traced up my inner thigh, teasing, barely touching where I needed him most. “You know that, don’t you? No one else gets to have you. No one else gets to see you like this, taste you like this.”
“Then prove it,” I breathed, rolling my hips against him, desperate for friction.
He groaned, one hand gripping my thigh tighter while the other slid between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he murmured against my throat, his fingers sliding through my slick heat, teasing, circling but never quite giving me what I needed.
“Russell, please,” I whimpered, my hands fisting in his shirt.
He let out a low, dark chuckle. “I love hearing you beg, baby. Say it again.”
“Please,” I gasped as he finally pushed two fingers inside me, curling them in just the right way that had my back arching off the counter.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb pressing against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart? Gonna let me feel how much you fucking need me?”
I was close, so close, my body tightening, pleasure coiling low in my stomach. And then—
He pulled away.
A frustrated whimper escaped me, but before I could protest, he spun me around, pressing my chest against the counter, his palm splaying against my lower back.
“You wanna hear me say it?” he murmured, teasing my entrance with the thick head of his cock.
“Yes,” I panted, gripping the counter, anticipation thrumming through me.
His lips ghosted over my ear as he finally thrust inside me, stretching, filling me completely. “I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.”
I gasped, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter as he set a punishing pace, each thrust sending me spiraling closer to the edge. His hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding up my spine, wrapping around my throat just enough to make my breath hitch.
“You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody…”
“Say it again,” I begged, my voice breathless, wrecked.
His grip on my waist tightened. “I love you,” he growled, slamming into me harder, deeper. “I love you, and you’re fucking mine.”
The words sent me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me in waves, my body clenching around him as he followed, his release spilling deep inside me, his groan vibrating against my skin.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, our breaths mingling, our bodies still pressed together, his arms wrapping around me from behind, holding me tight.
Finally, he turned me in his arms, cupping my face, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my lips.
“I meant it,” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine. “I meant every word.”
And I knew, without a doubt, that this time, I wasn’t the last to know.
He loved me.
And I was his.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:
Hope you enjoyed this story! I apologize for being so MIA this past month — my life has been throwing some unexpected curve balls at me and it’s been a lot… 😫 but never the less i am back and here to write more stories! 😌 This one was fun to write — the smut at least….😜 I chose two songs for inspiration because they both are very similar with each other! I love you all and thank you for your support 🥰🫶🏻
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