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Made for my favorite writers on here @jackles010378 @cheynovak @zepskies @deans-queen @impala-dreamer @justjensenanddean @k-slla

[deans-queen]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 🫶🏻

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Female Reader)

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:

Hope you enjoyed this story! I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately — I promise to be better at posting more. 🫶🏻

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𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🎶

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 — I have put together a playlist on Spotify for all of us Dean girlies out there 💚💚 Each track is a song that I have personally picked out that either is literally Dean or gives off his vibe — most of them are love songs. I really hope you enjoy it!!

Stay tuned for the new story TOMORROW!!! 😘

- Tianna

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𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐰 🖤

Pairing: Russell Shaw x Y/N (Female Reader)

Summary: Reader (Y/N) senses Russell pulling away and demands the truth—whether he loves her or is ready to let her go.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (SMUT/ makeup sex), mature language, possessive/dirty talk, rough sex, emotional angst, romantic tension.

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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Very random but happy (14 day late) birthday!!! 🥳

Awe thank you so so much!!! 🥰🥰🥹🫶🏻

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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞!!

[deans-queen]

POV: it’s my finger 🥵🥵🥵

Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 8.03

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Thank you so much for mentioning me! 🥹 it makes me feel so happy when people recommend my fics xoxo ❤️

January Reading Recs

It has been a busy month this month, so I didn't get the chance to read as much as I would like (lots to catch up on).

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, who take the time to give us all these incredible stories (for free), allowing us to escape into these worlds. Here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Reading Recs Masterlist

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Polaris Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 @waynes-multiverse

Authors Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Last Kiss @deans-queen

Authors Summary: Beau is thinking about the last kiss he has with his ex (Reader)

Gone Too Long (on A03) @wayward-and-worn

Authors Summary:  What happens when Beau is away from her for too long.

Multi Fandom

Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben)

Headcanon: Body Insecurity/Appreciation @zepskies

Authors Summary: HC: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to your body insecurity.

Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw

Headcanon: Flirting (And Jealousy) @zepskies

Authors Summary: HC: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw would react to someone flirting with you. (And others flirting with them.)

Ten Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

A Good Kisser (on A03) by waiting4william

Authors Summary: Tish and Jen watch as Priestly makes out with another girl outside the Grill. Tish is NOT happy.

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Untitled drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Soothing Comfort @wendichester

Authors summary. you had a rough day but lucky, sam is there for you. he always is.

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that’s my main man 🥵🫶🏻

Dean Winchester | Supernatural: 9x13 The Purge

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Happy Birthday to my main man 🥰😍🖤

Also I would like to point out that me and Dean are the same zodiac sign ♒️

My birthday is on the 7th

[deans-queen]

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 💜

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Beau is thinking about the last kiss he has with his ex (Reader)

Warnings: angst, alcohol use, emotional themes, break-ups.

Pre-AN: this fills the “Last Kiss by Taylor Swift” square for @jacklesversebingo purple text = song lyrics

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The moon was heavy tonight, hanging low in the Montana sky. I was out on the porch, boots propped up on the railing, a bottle of whiskey in my hand. The air was cool, biting at the edge of my skin, but it wasn’t the cold keeping me awake—it was her. It was always her.

Y/N.

It had been six months since she left, six months since the last time I held her, kissed her, and watched her walk away from me. But that kiss—our last kiss—still haunted me. It wasn’t just a memory; it was a ghost that lingered in the quiet moments of the night, in the spaces between breaths.

I do remember the swing of your step, the life of the party

You’re showing off again…

I could see her in my mind so clearly, her laugh lighting up the room like a damn firework. She always had this way of making me feel like the most important man in the world, even when I wasn’t sure I deserved it. That night, she wore a sundress that flowed with the breeze, her hair spilling over her shoulders like a river of gold. I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I’d ever see her like that—free, full of life, and mine.

I do remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58…

It was late, almost two in the morning, when she told me she had to go. Her eyes brimmed with something I didn’t understand then—regret, sadness, maybe even love. She said it was for the best, but how the hell could losing her be good for me? I didn’t fight her, though. I didn’t beg her to stay. Maybe I should’ve.

She leaned in, her lips soft and trembling against mine. That kiss—it wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow, like she was memorizing me, taking one last piece of me before she walked out of my life.

I never thought we’d have a last kiss

Never thought we’d end like this….

I swirled the whiskey in my glass, trying to drown the ache, but the memory of that kiss lingered, as sharp and vivid as it had been that night. The way she smelled like lavender and sunshine. The way her hand trembled when she pulled away. The way her voice cracked when she whispered, “Goodbye, Beau.”

So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep…

I still had her picture tucked away in my wallet. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out, even though it felt like a damn knife in my chest every time I saw it. Sometimes I’d pull it out late at night, after a few too many drinks, and stare at her smile until my vision blurred.

She was out there somewhere, living her life without me. I hoped she was happy. Hell, I wanted her to be happy. But selfishly, I wanted to be the one making her happy.

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.

The worst part was knowing I was probably just a memory to her now, like she was for me. I wondered if she ever thought about that night—about me. Did she ever replay our last kiss the way I did? Did it haunt her too, or had she moved on?

I tipped the whiskey bottle back, letting the burn settle in my throat. But no amount of liquor could numb the ache. Y/N was a part of me, whether I liked it or not, and I didn’t know how to let her go.

I never thought we’d have a last kiss… never imagined we’d end like this.

The night stretched on, quiet and empty, the way my heart felt without her. I closed my eyes, and there she was again, her lips on mine, her voice breaking as she said goodbye.

It was a memory I couldn’t outrun, a ghost I couldn’t shake. And maybe that was my punishment—to live with the ache of her, the memory of our last kiss, and the knowing that I’d never feel her lips on mine again.

I stayed out on the porch until the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, chasing away the darkness. But even as the light returned, she didn’t fade. She never did.

She was my last kiss, and damn it, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to kiss anyone else without tasting the ghost of her on my lips.

Your name, forever the name on my lips…

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞💜

Hope you enjoyed this story! Feel free to let me know what you think! I always love reading feedback! This one was sad to write — I’m sorry for putting out the tear jerkers lately but I guess this is my challenge as a writer. Honestly Taylor Swift inspired stories are always the best 😌

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can I have this man as a birthday gift cause I need him 😭🥵❤️

“Good times” | SPN 9.15 for @ruedesarchives

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I’m just wondering if you would be willing to add me to your tag list please. I’m enjoying your writing.

Yes of course! Thank you for enjoying my stories 🥹🫶🏻

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𝐈 𝐆𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: it’s Christmas Eve and Reader (Y/N) is thinking about her past relationship with Dean.

Warnings: sadness, emotional topics, smut (just a bit of make up sex), angst. (Let me know if I miss any)

Pre-AN: this story is based on the song “Last Christmas” by Wham!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The snowflakes clung to the windshield as I sat in the driver’s seat of my car, parked outside my family’s house. I hadn’t meant to get here this early, but the thought of walking in and seeing all the Christmas cheer—the garlands, the twinkling lights, the tree laden with ornaments—made me hesitate. Last Christmas had been so perfect, and this year, I wasn’t sure I could face it.

I leaned my forehead against the steering wheel, letting the memories rush back.

𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔

𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

It had been magical. Dean had shown up unannounced, his leather jacket dusted with snow, a mischievous grin on his face as he held up a box wrapped in red and gold paper. I’d never forget how he looked that night—the way the firelight danced in his green eyes, the way he kissed me under the mistletoe with a hunger that made me forget anyone else was in the room.

And then, a week later, he was gone. No calls, no texts. Just a voicemail: “Y/N, I gotta take care of some stuff. Don’t wait for me.” That was it. He was good at that—disappearing when things got too real.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔

𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍

I spent the entire evening with my family trying not to think about Dean. Later on when I got home, I sighed deeply, turning off the car and bracing myself against the cold. But as I stepped out, I froze. There he was, leaning against the Impala parked across the street, hands shoved in his pockets, looking like a goddamn dream wrapped in flannel and regret.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel on velvet.

I wanted to scream at him. Or maybe throw myself into his arms. Instead, I folded my arms across my chest, keeping my distance. “What are you doing here, Dean?”

“I… I wanted to see you,” he said, taking a cautious step closer. “I know I screwed up. Big time. But I—”

“Don’t.” My voice cracked despite my best efforts. “You don’t get to show up here after what you did. After you left.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. I didn’t deserve you then, and I sure as hell don’t deserve you now. But I couldn’t stay away. Not tonight.”

“Why? Because you’re lonely?” My words came out harsher than I intended, but I was tired of his games. “Because you remembered how good it was last Christmas?”

Dean flinched, but he didn’t back down. “Yeah, I remembered. Every damn detail. The way you laughed when I tried to bake cookies and almost set the kitchen on fire. The way you looked at me when I gave you that necklace. The way you—” He stopped himself, his jaw tightening. “I remember it all, Y/N. And I’ve been kicking myself every day since I walked away.”

My heart ached, but I couldn’t let him off that easy. “You didn’t just walk away…. You broke me! I gave you my heart Dean!”

His eyes softened, and in two long strides, he was standing in front of me. “I know, sweetheart. And I’ve been broken without you. I’ve been trying to fix myself so I could be the guy you deserve. But damn it, Y/N, I need you. I love you.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I tried to stay strong, but when he cupped my face in his hands, I crumbled.

“Say the word, and I’ll leave,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “But if there’s even a chance you still feel something for me…”

I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him down into a kiss that was all fire and desperation. His arms wrapped around me, holding me like he never wanted to let go.

“God, I missed you,” he murmured against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. “You’re all I think about, sweetheart. You, and the way you taste, the way you feel…”

I gasped as he backed me against the Jeep, his mouth trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “Dean,” I whispered, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“I’m not going anywhere this time,” he said, his voice dark and rough. “You hear me? You’re mine, Y/N. I’ll spend every Christmas and every single damn day proving it if I have to.”

I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You better mean that, Winchester.”

He smirked, that cocky, irresistible smirk that always got me. “Oh, I mean it, sweetheart. And I’ll spend the rest of the night showing you just how much.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the snow falling around us, the whiskey lingering on Dean’s breath, or the ache of all the time we’d lost, but the second his lips crashed into mine again, the world blurred. The anger, the heartbreak—it all burned away under the heat of his touch.

“Get inside,” Dean growled, his voice low and rough as his hands slid down my hips. “Unless you want your neighbors to get a free show.”

I didn’t trust my voice, so I just grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door. The second it clicked shut behind us, he had me pressed against it, his hands framing my face like he was trying to memorize every detail.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine before trailing down my jaw. “I missed you so much, Y/N. I’ve been dreaming about this. About you.”

Before I could respond, he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, carrying me through the house until he found the living room. The Christmas tree cast a soft, golden glow over the room, and for a split second, I remembered last year—how we’d curled up on this very couch, trading kisses and pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Dean didn’t stop until he laid me down on the couch, hovering over me like a man possessed. His hands were everywhere—skimming up my thighs, pushing up the hem of my sweater, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips followed, tracing a path down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me gasp.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice dark and commanding as his hands gripped my waist. “Tell me how to make it right, Y/N.”

I arched beneath him, my body already on fire. “I want you, Dean. All of you.”

His eyes darkened, and he wasted no time. In seconds, my sweater was gone, and his lips were on my bare skin, worshipping every inch of me. His hands worked quickly, tugging off my jeans and underwear with a single, fluid motion that made my heart race.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his eyes raking over me. “You’re perfect.”

I reached for him, pulling him down into another kiss, desperate to feel him closer. His jacket hit the floor, followed by his flannel and T-shirt, revealing the solid planes of his chest, the scar that trailed over his ribs, and the tattoo I knew by heart. My hands roamed over him, memorizing every inch like it was the first time.

“You still with me?” he asked, his voice softening as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. I want this to be—”

“Dean,” I interrupted, my voice steady despite the trembling in my limbs. “Shut up and kiss me.”

That was all it took. He slid his hands under my thighs, pulling me flush against him as he kissed me like his life depended on it. His hips rocked against mine, and I felt the hard evidence of just how much he wanted me.

“You’re so goddamn stubborn,” he growled against my ear, his voice thick with need. “But you’re mine, Y/N. Every inch of you. And I’m going to prove it.”

“Then do it,” I challenged, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Show me.”

Dean didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands gripped my thighs as he sank into me, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine. The stretch, the burn, the way he filled me—it was overwhelming in the best way. He started moving, his pace unhurried but firm, like he was savoring every second.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder as his hips rolled against mine. “Better than I remembered. Better than I deserve.”

“Dean,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Faster.”

He obeyed, his movements growing rougher, more desperate. The couch creaked beneath us, but neither of us cared. The only sounds were our labored breaths, the soft whimpers that escaped my lips, and the deep, guttural moans that rumbled from his chest.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice raw as he buried his face in my neck. “Say you’re mine, babygirl”

“I’m yours,” I whispered, and the words felt like a promise. “Always.”

That was all it took to push us both over the edge. His name fell from my lips like a prayer as the pleasure consumed me, and I felt him shudder against me, his grip on my hips tightening as he followed me into oblivion.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. His weight was warm and solid against me, his breath hot on my skin as he pressed lazy kisses to my shoulder.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured after a while, his voice soft but firm. “I’m not leaving again, Y/N. Not unless you make me.”

I cupped his face, brushing a thumb over his stubbled jaw. “You better not. Because I’m not letting you go this time.”

He grinned, leaning down to capture my lips in another kiss. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

And for the first time in a year, it really was.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Pairing: Russell Shaw x Y/N (Female Reader)

Summary: Russell and Reader's relationship is slowly dying.

Warnings: angst, arguing, relationship problems, smut, emotional topics.

Pre-AN: This fills the "The Last Time by Taylor Swift" square for @jacklesversebingo. Bold/italic text -> song lyrics

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I never thought we’d become strangers in the same room. It’s what people always warned me about—how love can fade, how fire turns to ash, how two people who once couldn’t keep their hands off each other end up avoiding eye contact across the dinner table.

But here we are….

Russell Shaw—my Russell—used to look at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Now, his eyes dart to his phone, to the TV, anywhere but me. It’s been weeks, months even, of silence so loud it’s deafening. When we speak, the words are barbed, sharpened by frustration.

The night everything shattered, it started small, like most fights do. He came home late again. I sat on the couch, my legs curled under me, wearing one of his sweatshirts that no longer smelled like him.

“Hey,” he mumbled, barely sparing me a glance as he kicked off his shoes.

“Hey,” I echoed, flat and lifeless. I watched him drop his keys on the table like this was just another day, like we hadn’t been drifting apart for what felt like an eternity.

“You could’ve called,” I said finally, my voice quiet but sharp.

Russell sighed, running a hand through his messy dark hair. “Don’t start, Y/N. It’s been a long day.”

The words scraped against me like nails on a chalkboard. “Don’t start?” I repeated, standing up. “I’ve been sitting here for hours, waiting for you, and I’m starting?”

“Yeah, you are,” he snapped, turning toward me now. “Jesus, can’t you just let it go for once? It’s like you’re always looking for a fight.”

The laugh that escaped me was bitter. “I’m looking for a fight? I’m looking for a fight? I’m looking for you to give a damn about this relationship, Russell. But I guess that’s too much to ask.”

And there it was—the crack, the rupture. It all came spilling out after that. Words we couldn’t take back.

“Maybe we should stop trying so hard,” he finally said, his voice quieter but no less deadly. “Because clearly, this isn’t working.”

The silence that followed was the longest pause of my life. I felt like the floor had dropped from beneath me.

“So that’s it?” I whispered. My voice broke. “You’re just gonna give up??”

He looked at me, and for the first time in months, I thought I saw pain in his eyes. He opened his mouth, closed it again, then shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Then go,” I choked out, tears brimming. “If you don’t know how to fix this, if you don’t want to fix us—then go.”

He didn’t argue.

Russell grabbed his keys, his wallet, and the jacket I had bought him last Christmas. He didn’t look back as the door slammed shut behind him.

The days without him were quiet. The worst kind of quiet, where I’d hear phantom echoes of him in every corner of our home. His laugh. The way he’d say my name when he was teasing me. His voice rough and low when he’d whisper dirty things in my ear, pulling me close as his hands wandered. I’d lie in our bed at night, curling into his empty side, remembering the way his body would press against mine, the way he’d kiss me until I couldn’t breathe.

Now I couldn’t breathe for an entirely different reason.

This is the last time I’m asking you this

Put my name at the top of your list

This is the last time I’m asking you why

You break my heart in the blink of an eye.

I thought that this—us—was over for good… and it tore me apart.

And then, one evening, there was a knock on the door.

When I opened it, there he stood. Russell Shaw. His dark eyes were shadowed, his jaw tense, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans.

“Hi,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to slam the door in his face. The other part wanted to throw myself into his arms and tell him I’d take him back in an instant.

“What do you want, Russell?” I whispered, my throat tight.

He stepped closer, closing the space between us. “You.”

Tears burned my eyes. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it,” he said firmly, reaching out to touch my face. His palm was warm against my skin, and I couldn’t help but lean into it. “Sweetheart… I’ve been a fucking idiot. I let us fall apart, and I didn’t fight for you like I should’ve. I can’t…” He exhaled sharply. “I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you.”

The tears I’d been holding back spilled over. “You broke my heart, Russell.”

“I know,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Let me fix it. Please.”

I looked up into his eyes, searching for a lie, but all I saw was sincerity and desperation.

He didn’t wait for me to answer. His mouth was on mine before I could think, his lips rough and hungry, like he was trying to remind me what we still had. My body melted into his, the familiar strength of his arms wrapping around me, pulling me tight against him.

“I missed you,” he groaned against my mouth, his voice a low growl that sent shivers through me. His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them hard as he pressed me back against the door. “I need you, Y/N.”

“Russ…” I whispered, breathless, but my protests faded when his lips trailed to my neck. His teeth scraped lightly against my skin, and I let out a soft moan.

“I fucked up,” he muttered, kissing a path along my collarbone. “But I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Do you hear me?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, clutching at his shirt, desperate to feel him closer, to remind myself he was real, that he was here.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. “Say I’m yours.”

“You’re mine,” I whispered. “Always.”

He kissed me again, slower this time, like he was trying to memorize me.

And in that moment, as he held me like I was his whole world, I believed him.

I knew we still had a long way to go. I knew love alone wouldn’t fix us. But as Russell murmured my name against my lips, his hands tender and firm all at once, I let myself hope.

The weight of his words lingered in the air between us, heavy and warm. Russell pressed me against the door like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space. His lips hovered just above mine, our breaths mingling, both of us caught in the pull that had always been magnetic.

“Russell…” I breathed, his name soft but full of everything I hadn’t said these past weeks—hurt, longing, love.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. His hands slid up my sides, slow and deliberate, leaving fire in their wake. “I need to hear you, baby.”

“Russell.”

He groaned, his forehead dropping to mine for a brief second, as if to steady himself. Then he kissed me again, harder this time. It wasn’t careful or polite. It was desperate, hungry—like he was trying to pull me back to him, piece by piece. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him back just as fiercely.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered between kisses, his voice breaking. “God, Y/N… I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

The wall was cold against my back, but it only made the heat between us more unbearable. I gasped as his hands roamed, gripping my hips, pulling me flush against him. There was no mistaking the hardness pressing against me, and my body answered without hesitation—my legs wrapping around him, the ache in my core making me dizzy.

He carried me easily, his strength still so familiar, as if he’d never stopped holding me like this. We didn’t speak as he walked us into the living room, his lips never leaving mine. I felt the soft cushion of the couch against my back as he laid me down, hovering over me.

Russell’s dark eyes searched mine, his expression tender but still laced with that possessive fire I’d missed. “Tell me this is okay.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “It’s more than okay.”

His lips found mine again, and I lost myself in him. The way he kissed me was different—like he was afraid this really was the last time. His tongue teased mine, coaxing soft moans from me as his hands pushed the hem of my shirt up.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, his voice thick as he looked down at me. He tugged my shirt over my head, tossing it aside before leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along my chest. My skin tingled as he moved lower, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving faint marks that burned with pleasure.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his breath hot against my stomach as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you.”

“I’ve always been yours,” I replied, my voice breaking with need.

Russell growled softly at my words, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread them apart, his dark gaze devouring me. He trailed soft kisses up the inside of my legs, his stubble rough against my skin in the best way.

“You’re shaking, baby,” he whispered, his voice husky as he kissed higher. “What’s wrong? You know I’m going to take care of you.”

I bit my lip, my fingers curling into the cushions as he finally pressed his mouth to where I needed him most. My head fell back, a strangled moan escaping as his tongue moved slowly, teasing me just enough to drive me insane.

“Russell…”

“Hmm?” he hummed, his tone smug and full of heat as his lips moved against me. “You sound so pretty when you say my name like that.”

I whimpered, my body arching against him, and he tightened his grip on my thighs, holding me in place as he worked me to the edge. My body burned for him—every inch of me responding to his touch like it had been starved for it.

When I was trembling and breathless, he finally pulled back, his lips glistening as he looked up at me. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I need you around me, Y/N. I need to feel you.”

I barely had time to process before he was shedding his clothes, the sharp lines of his body still as breathtaking as I remembered. Russell hovered over me again, his weight pressing me into the couch as he settled between my thighs.

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed into me with one slow, deep thrust, and I gasped, clutching at his back. Russell groaned into my ear, his breath ragged as he buried himself in me.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You feel so damn perfect.”

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper as he moved—slow at first, savoring every second, as if he was trying to remember how we fit together so perfectly. My body arched into him, meeting each thrust, each roll of his hips.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, his lips trailing along my jaw. “Every inch of you is mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice breathless and needy.

He kissed me hard then, his rhythm quickening as the tension built between us. His name fell from my lips over and over, each word drowned out by the sound of our bodies meeting, the soft creak of the couch beneath us. Russell’s hands roamed my body like he was memorizing every curve, every reaction.

When I finally came undone, the world spun. I clung to him, crying out as my body trembled beneath him. He followed moments later, groaning my name like a man who’d just found salvation.

Russell collapsed against me, his chest rising and falling as we caught our breath together. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel alone.

After a moment, he shifted, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I meant what I said,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I love you. I never stopped.”

Tears stung my eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from pain. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him down to kiss me softly.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

This wasn’t the end for us.

Not yet.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞🤍

I realized the other day before writing this that I have not used Russell and he is SO underrated ! This was a sad one but of course you guys know I’m gonna make it a happy ending - with smut included 🤭🥰

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awww that was so cute but sad ty for finding a way to lmk it was out! i’m not sure why the tags are not working sry (also tumblr doesn’t let me respond to dms that why i’m answering like this) and agh dean better step it up but also aw he’s my poor little baby

ngl this one also brought tears

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I definitely had to make sure it was a happy ending! This one hurt to write 😭🥲