Tianna | 31 Writer and creator, sharing stories and edits featuring the best Winchester brother (and of course, Jensen Ackles and his other roles ๐ค) | Fanfic & Edit Account | 18+ Content | โ ๏ธ Mature themes may appear in some stories | Wattpad: MissAmericanaaxx
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Wildest Dreams ๐ฉต */ Cry For Me ๐ค๐ */ Bad at Love โค๏ธโ๐ฉน * / Lavender Haze ๐โ๏ธ / Friends with Benefits๐ค */ My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys ๐ค * / They Said Speak Now ๐๐ / Sparks Fly (Deanโs Version) ๐ / Taste ๐ฉต๐* / Sweet Distractions ๐คญ* / The Boy is Mine ๐ / Want You Back ๐ค* / You Belong With Me (Deanโs Version) / I Gave You My Heart*
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Stolen Moments ๐ธ
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Dream Story - Supernatural Version (Part 1) [ Located on WattPad ]
Dream Story - Supernatural Version (Part 2) [ Located on WattPad ]
But Daddy I Love Him!! ๐ค - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
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One Night Stand ๐* / Romantic Getaway ๐โ๏ธ * / Good For You โฃ๏ธ* / Illicit Affairs ๐ฉถ / Call Me Daddy ๐* / Teasing Jensen ๐* / The Moment I Knew โค๏ธ* / Uncelebrated Love ๐* / Superstar ๐ธ๐งก* / A Real Manโs Love โค๏ธโ๐ฅ* / I Remember It๐งฃ
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Repairing Hearts ๐ท๐ปโโ๏ธโค๏ธโ๐ฉน : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
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Prove It! *
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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.๐ฅ
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 ๐( just for the time being, I have a lot of stories planned out!)
I write storyโs about any of Jensenโs characters (Dean, Beau, Solider Boy, Russell, Mark) or even about himself
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I apologize again for not posting a lot this summer โ Iโve 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. Iโm planning on posting another story soon ๐ โ and Iโm also gonna start writing stories with Mark!!
I love you all and thank you for sticking with me even when Iโm not the best ๐ซถ๐ป๐ซถ๐ป
Not sure if you do requests or not but if you want a Royal Au,You could do Eddie G(Jensenโs character in blonde from 2001) rebellious in pink princess reader?
You know what, that is a very good idea! I couldnโt think of anything to for the Royal Au square. Thank you so much for that idea! Iโll try to work on it when I can ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ
Summary: After a painful breakup, Dean Winchester shows up at (Y/Nโs) door weeks later, begging for forgiveness and confessing he made a mistake. Torn between heartbreak and lingering love, (Y/N) must decide if sheโs 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 โDonโt you dare!โ square for my @jacklesversebingo card. This story is also inspired by the song โDown Badโ by Taylor Swift -> bold text: song lyrics
This was also inspired by a prompt on character a.i.
Iโm sitting at the library table, half a bottle of whiskey already gone, and I still canโt get her voice outta my head. The door slammed a while ago, but it keeps echoingโloud, final, like a gunshot.
โThen fuck you if I canโt have us.โ
She meant it. And sheโs 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 itโs bullshit. I know it. I fucking know it.
I said I didnโt want her.
I lied.
I wanted to believe if I pushed her hard enough, sheโd 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 wonโt let upโlike 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 couldnโt even look at him. Just raised my hand and told him to back off. I donโt wanna talk. I donโt wanna hear it. I just wanna sit here and drink until the pain blurs out.
But it doesnโt.
Not even close.
Because the truth isโฆ sheโs gone.
And itโs my fault.
I told her I didnโt want herโ
And now I have to live with the truth:
Sheโs the only thing Iโve ever really wanted.
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Days pass. And then weeks. And then a month.
Itโs 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 differenceโan empty space on the coffee table where a framed photo of Dean and me once sat.
In the kitchen, Iโm 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.
Thenโa 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 wasnโt expecting anyone. My heart skips a beatโnot 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. โItโs okay, girl,โ I murmur, trying to reassure both of us. She doesnโt 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.
โNo, youโve said enoughโฆโ I say sharply, my voice cold and cutting as I start to close the door on him.
He moves slightly, but I donโt careโI wonโt 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. Iโll 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. Iโm 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.
โWhy!? So you can hurt me even more??โ I yell, my voice rising with all the pain โve kept bottled up for the past month.
Coco growls from behind me, picking up on my emotion. I glance back and quickly add, โDown, girlโฆ itโs okayโฆโ My hand gestures gently, calming her just enough.
But nothing about this feels okay.
I turn back to Dean, my eyes blazing. โYou left me, Dean. You looked me dead in the fucking eyes and told me you didnโt want me anymore! And now what? You just show up here like none of that happened?โ My voice cracks, but I push through it. โWhy should I even listen to you?โ
"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 handโsunflowers.
He remembered.
That one small detail pierces right through the wall Iโve 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. โFive minutes,โ I say quietly, my voice tight but steady. โThatโs all you getโฆโ
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 tableโright where our photo used to be.
For a moment, I just stare at themโฆ 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.
โOkayโฆโ I say, my tone cool, steady. โYou wanted to talk. So talk, Dean.โ
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."
โDeanโฆโ 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. โHow can you say that? **After everythingโฆโ
I take a small step forward, not out of softnessโbut pain. โYou told me I wasnโt enough. That you didnโt want me. You watched me fall apart and didnโt stop me from walking out that door.โ
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."
โNoโฆโ I snap, my voice rising as I take another step toward him, the fire in my chest finally breaking loose. โDonโt you dare.โ
My voice cracks now, the weight of everything crashing down again. โI didnโt want a white-picket-fence life. I didnโt want a guy with a 9-to-5. I wanted you, Dean. All Iโve ever fucking wantedโฆ was you. Only you.โ
The words hang between us, raw and shaking. My heart is beating so loud I can barely breathe. โBut you pushed me away and made that choice for me.โ
Dean held my hands tightly, his gaze never wavering as he looked at me with those familiar, soulful green eyesโeyes that used to feel like home. They were glossy, teary even, as he finally let down the last of his walls.
โAnd the worst part is thatโฆโ he said, his voice low and shaking, โI wanted you too, Y/N. I just wanted you. Your company, your affection, your lipsโฆ your heart. Thatโs all Iโve ever wanted. And you know that. But I wanted it without hurting you. Without dragging you through the hell that comes with my life.โ
I swallowed hard, my heart tightening at every word. But I didnโt hesitate. I stepped closer and took his hands in mine again.
โThen donโt let me go againโฆโ I whispered, voice barely holding steady. โItโs simple, Dean. All you have to do is stay.โ
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.
โI willโฆ Iโll stay with youโฆ Iโll stay forever,โ he whispered. โI love you, babyโฆ I love you so muchโฆโ
I could barely breathe, the weight of everything between us pressing down and then slowlyโฆ lifting. And just when I thought I couldnโt be more overwhelmed, I felt him shift.
Dean pulled back.
And thenโhe 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.
โDeanโฆโ I whispered, barely able to speak.
He looked up at me with nothing but love and certainty in his eyesโlike I was the only thing in his world that made sense. And in that moment, he wasnโt just the hunter I fell in love withโฆ 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 throughโฆ
I was ready to say yes.
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Summary: After a painful breakup, Dean Winchester shows up at (Y/Nโs) door weeks later, begging for forgiveness and confessing he made a mistake. Torn between heartbreak and lingering love, (Y/N) must decide if sheโs 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 โDonโt you dare!โ square for my @jacklesversebingo card. This story is also inspired by the song โDown Badโ by Taylor Swift -> bold text: song lyrics
This was also inspired by a prompt on character a.i.
I always knew loving Dean Winchester wouldnโt be easy. The hunts, the secrets, the constant fear of losing himโit was part of the deal. And I accepted it, because I loved him more than anything. We had our fights, sure. What couple didnโt? 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 itโโI want to break upโฆ.โ
Just like that. No warning. No chance to prepare.
And in that moment, my world cracked open.
โNoโฆ No, Dean. I donโt wanna break upโฆโ 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 usโanything to stop him from slipping away. My tears fall freely now, warm trails down my cheeks.
โPlease donโt give up on thisโฆ on us,โ I plead softly, my voice breaking. โWeโre stronger than thisโฆ Arenโt we?โ
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.โ
โSo have I, Dean,โ I say, my voice shaking but firm as I hold his gaze. โEvery damn day.โ
My arms tighten around his neck, and the tears keep coming, but I donโt look away. โYouโre 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.โ
I swallow hard, my forehead still pressed to his. โDonโt stand there and act like you were the only one bleeding for this love. I bled too.โ
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.โ
โWhat???โ I gasp, the word ripping from my throat like itโs been set on fire.
I step away from him fast, like his touch suddenly burns. โHow the hell can you say that?!โI yell, tears now falling harder, faster.
My chest heaves as I look at himโstunned, shattered. โAfter everything I gave youโeverything I still giveโyouโre telling me Iโm not enough?โ
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."
โDean, no oneโs life is normal,โ I snap back, my voice still thick with emotion, but steadier now. โAnd I never had some picture-perfect childhood. I didnโt grow up in a normal householdโฆโ
I take a step closer to him, my eyes locked onto his, my voice dropping to a softer, more vulnerable tone. โMy parents were hunters too, remember? Monsters, late nights, salt roundsโthis lifeโฆ your lifeโฆโ
I press a hand to my chest, my heart pounding. โItโs all I know. Itโs all I have.โ
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.
โDonโt you dare, sit here and tell me what I deserve, Dean,โ I say, my voice low but sharp, every word cutting through the air between us. โBecause what I deserve is you. Us. This life, together. Thatโs all Iโve ever wanted.โ
My eyes start to glisten again, but I refuse to look away from him. โBut if you donโt want me anymoreโฆ then fine,โ I whisper, my voice breaking on the last word. โJust say it. Donโt pretend itโs about protecting me.โ
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 anymoreโฆ." 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 couldnโt believe what I was hearing.
He said the words so calmly, like he hadnโt just torn my heart straight out of my chest. โI donโt want you anymoreโฆโ Like I didnโt 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 thenโฆ I snapped.
โThen fuck you if I canโt have us,โ I spat, my voice breaking, thick with rage and pain. I didnโt wait for a response. I couldnโt. 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 didnโt stop. Didnโt 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 duffelโclothes, weapons, every trace of me. Every trace of us.
I didnโt let myself cry. Not yet.
Once the bag was zipped, I grabbed it and left without a word. I could still feel Deanโs presence behind me like a ghost, but I refused to look back. I couldnโt.
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 Iโd never be able to put back together.
โI have to get out of hereโฆโ 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 Swiftโs โDown Bad.โ
The chorus hit like a knife:
โFuck it if I canโt have him
I might just die, it would make no difference
Down bad, wakinโ up in blood
Starinโ at the sky, come back and pick me up
Fuck you if I canโt have usโฆโ
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 couldnโt 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 engineโs barely off before Iโm 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 insideโ
โCocoโฆโ 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 sheโs 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. โHey, baby girlโฆ I missed you so much,โ I whisper, holding her like sheโs the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.
My mom mustโve just leftโeverythingโs neat, food and water bowl full. But now itโs just meโฆ 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 shortsโsomething that feels like safety.
Cocoโs right behind me, her nails clicking softly against the floor. She never leaves me when Iโm 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 eyelinerโtrying to wipe away the ache.
Once Iโm 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 sheโs asking for permission.
โCome on, girlโฆโ 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 Girlsโmy comfort show. The theme song plays softly in the background as I curl into the cushions, pressing my face into Cocoโs fur.
Hope you enjoyed this story! Iโm sorry Iโve been so absent things have been crazy but now that Iโm off work for the summer Iโll try to post a little more. I decided to put a little bit of myself into this story โ 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
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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 โYouโre my new pillowโ square for my @jacklesversebingo card.
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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 wasnโt 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 smileโthe one she always saved just for meโchased away some of the exhaustion clawing at my bones.
โWelcome home,โ 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 wasnโt much for words right now. Not after everything Sam and I had been through on this hunt. Blood, fire, deathโwe barely made it out.
But Y/Nโฆ she didnโt need words from me.
She just patted the spot beside her, an invitation. One I didnโt even hesitate to accept.
I sank onto the couch, immediately leaning into her warmth. She was soft, comforting, everything I didnโt deserve but couldnโt help craving. Without thinking, I let my head drop onto her chest, exhaling a deep, bone-weary sigh.
โDean,โ she said softly, a laugh hidden in her voice. โThereโs a pillow right next to me, you know.โ
I barely cracked one eye open. โNo, sweetheartโฆ youโre my new pillow.โ
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.
โYouโre exhausted,โ she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
I sighed, already halfway asleep. โStay here with me?โ
Her hand slid down my back in a soothing stroke, her nails tracing absentminded patterns. โIโm not going anywhere.โ
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 inโvanilla, 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.
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Hi everyone! I apologize for not posting any stories a lot has been going on for me but I will be posting a NEW STORY TOMORROW!! In the mean timeeeeee โ I have put together a playlist on Spotify for all of us Dean girlies out there ๐๐ Each track is a song that I have personally picked out that either is literally Dean or gives off his vibe โ most of them are love songs. I really hope you enjoy it!!
Pre-AN: this story fills the โTell me you love me, even if you donโt mean itโ square for @jacklesversebingo. This story is also inspired by the songs โDonโt Let Me Be the Last to Knowโ by Britney Spears and โTell Me You Love Meโ by Demi Lovato. Bold/italic text = song lyrics.
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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 hadnโt said it yetโnot out loudโbut 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 wasnโt naรฏve. I knew the signs. I just didnโt want to believe them.
โDonโt, donโt let me be the last to know. Donโt hold back, just let it goโฆโ
I stood there, barefoot in the kitchen, watching him. My fingers clenched the hem of my oversized t-shirtโhis t-shirtโsomething 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.
โRussell,โ I said, my voice soft but firm. โAre you gonna tell me whatโs going on, or do I have to figure it out on my own?โ
He flinched, just slightly, but enough for me to notice. His jaw tightened, and for a long moment, he didnโt answer.
โY/N, itโs notโโ
โDonโt bullshit me.โ I cut him off, stepping closer. โIโm not stupid. I know when somethingโs wrong.โ
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His eyes met mine, and for the first time in weeks, I saw itโhesitation, guilt, maybe even regret.
โI need to hear you sayโฆ You love me all the wayโฆโ
โFuck,โ he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his hair again before looking at me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. โThatโs not it. Thatโs not it at all, sweetheart.โ
โThen what?โ 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. โIโm scared,โ he admitted, voice rough. โScared that I feel too much for you. Scared that if I say the words, itโll change everything.โ
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Instead, I whispered, brokenly, โTell me you love me, Russell, even if you donโt mean itโฆโ
His breath hitched.
And then, suddenly, he snapped.
โOh, tell me you love me. I need someone on days like this, I doโฆโ
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, desperateโhis lips crashing into mine, his tongue sliding between my lips, his grip on my waist bruising. It wasnโt soft, wasnโt careful. It was possession, need, frustration, and longing all tangled into one heated moment.
โYou donโt fucking get it, do you?โ 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. โI love you, Y/N. I fucking love you, and it terrifies me.โ
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.
โYouโre mine,โ 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. โYou know that, donโt you? No one else gets to have you. No one else gets to see you like this, taste you like this.โ
โThen prove it,โ 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.
โFuck, youโre already so wet for me,โ he murmured against my throat, his fingers sliding through my slick heat, teasing, circling but never quite giving me what I needed.
โRussell, please,โ I whimpered, my hands fisting in his shirt.
He let out a low, dark chuckle. โI love hearing you beg, baby. Say it again.โ
โPlease,โ 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.
โThatโs my girl,โ he growled, pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb pressing against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. โYou gonna come for me, sweetheart? Gonna let me feel how much you fucking need me?โ
I was close, so close, my body tightening, pleasure coiling low in my stomach. And thenโ
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.
โYou wanna hear me say it?โ he murmured, teasing my entrance with the thick head of his cock.
โYes,โ 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. โI love you, Y/N. So fucking much.โ
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 everywhereโgripping my hips, sliding up my spine, wrapping around my throat just enough to make my breath hitch.
โYou ainโt nobody โtil you got somebodyโฆโ
โSay it again,โ I begged, my voice breathless, wrecked.
His grip on my waist tightened. โI love you,โ he growled, slamming into me harder, deeper. โI love you, and youโre fucking mine.โ
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.
โI meant it,โ he murmured, resting his forehead against mine. โI meant every word.โ
And I knew, without a doubt, that this time, I wasnโt the last to know.
He loved me.
And I was his.
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Hope you enjoyed this story! I apologize for being so MIA this past month โ my life has been throwing some unexpected curve balls at me and itโs been a lotโฆ ๐ซ but never the less i am back and here to write more stories! ๐ This one was fun to write โ the smut at leastโฆ.๐ 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 ๐ฅฐ๐ซถ๐ป
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