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So I actually haven't watched the last season but I am not a fake fan. I just have trouble with last things because that means it's over and like the reader, I don't want to imagine life without something/someone lol.

I really liked this fic, I don't have a partner but I can imagine I'd very much experience scary thoughts of losing them as I already fear sometimes my family won't come home (anxiety, baby).

Such a domestic Dean in this fic, even before the thoughts of a non-hunter life - and I loved it 🩷

A weird sort of reblog from me, maybe because it's almost 6am lmao.

Thank you for tagging me 🩷

Strong Enough

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader

Warnings: Angst, a few tears, alluding to smexy time but PG-13, fluffy bunnies and unicorns.

Word Count: 2.3K-ish

Summary: A close call makes you question if hunting is really what you want to do forever. Maybe Dean feels the same way?

A/N: I had been wanting to do a shower fic but the way it started out in my brain ended up being completely different to what I actually settled on. I hope you like it anyway. Oh! And if you’ve watched the finale of Supernatural, you understand why the nail is significant.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

You made it seem like you were fine, that it was just another hunt, just another day at the “office” but it wasn’t…not for you.

He missed that nail by a fraction of an inch. And of all the ways to die, you couldn’t imagine Dean Winchester being taken out by a nail but it nearly happened tonight and it would have been your fault for not being strong enough to fight off a couple of vampires.

After being shoved to the ground, you recovered quickly but not before Dean was pushed into a wooden beam with a large nail sticking out of it. You managed to get to your feet, cut the vampire’s head off, and save him from being bitten or worse.

Dean made quick work of the other vampire and made sure you were alright before the two of you headed back to the bunker.

As he drove, you cuddled up next to him, just relieved he was ok. This was the reason hunters weren’t supposed to make attachments, why you’re not supposed to fall in love, or get involved. Something could have happened to him and you’d never forgive yourself if it did, but you were very thankful he was alright, and you tried to act as normal as you could.

Nestled against his shoulder, he asked, “You ok, sweetheart?”

Looking up at his perfect profile, you replied with a slight smile, “Mmm hmm. Yeah baby, I’m fine.”

Dean glanced down at you as his lips curled into a warm smile. “Close one, huh? That was a good size nail.”

You choked back your tears and steadied your voice as you replied, “Yeah…close one. You ok, Dean?”

“Never better, baby.” He said with confidence.

And you believed him…You only hoped he believed you.

**********

Steam filled the bathroom as the water charged from the showerhead while you slowly undressed, your mind wandering,thinking about the unimaginable. What would you have done if you had to come back to the bunker alone? How could you tell Sam that the only family he had left was dead? Would you have been able to light the fire to give Dean a proper hunter’s funeral?

You weren’t sure. But you did know that Dean would have been able to do it for you because he was stronger than you. He promised that he would and you promised him back but now you could barely hold it together thinking about having to do it or going on and living life without him.

The dim bathroom lights matched your somber mood.

Stepping into the shower, you inhaled sharply and tension gripped your body as the hot water instantly warmed your cold skin. After the perfect rain from the showerhead pelted against your back, it cascaded down your body, enveloping every inch of you, and swiftly rinsed the blood from your shaking hands and underneath your deep red stained fingernails.

Your shoulders dropped as you let out a long exhale and a broken sob tore loose from your throat. Piercing the silence, your raw screams forced you to become lightheaded with fear. The thought of losing him caused a crushing pain in your chest as tears streaked down your cheeks and mixed with the rushing water.

Afraid your legs were going to give out, you eased yourself onto the shower floor and wrapped your arms protectively around your body, hugging your knees into your chest as you continued to let the water pour over you.

With your face buried in your knees, you didn’t hear Dean enter the bathroom until he delicately called out to you.

“Y/n? Sweetheart?” Asked Dean in a concerned tone.

No longer able to stifle your sobs, although you still tried, you replied, “Yeah baby, I’m ok.”

Dean opened the bathroom door all the way, swallowed hard, and cursed when he saw you crying in the middle of the shower.

Without hesitation and with all of his clothes still on, he opened the shower door and crawled inside so he could hold you.

The hot water pelted against his maroon shirt and soaked his jeans as he wrapped his strong arms around you. The clamor of the water hammering against the fabric of his clothes was distinct and loud as he tried to console you.

“Shit…are you hurt, baby!?” He asked.

You shook your head firmly and replied, “No, no, I’m not hurt, Dean. Baby, your clothes—“

“I don’t care about my clothes, y/n.” He said with through gritted teeth and his lips against your temple.

Your body was shaking with fresh sobs as you finally said, “I’m sorry, Dean. I’m so sorry!”

Confused, he squeezed you tighter and replied, “Sorry? Sorry for what, sweetheart?”

“For not being strong enough! I saw how close you came to the nail on that beam. You could have died and it would have been all my fault!” You cried.

Dean growled into your ear and with a harsh edge to his voice, he replied, “Listen to me. Number one, I’m not dead. I’m right here baby, I’m fine. I’m fine, ok?”

Biting down on your lower lip, you nodded reluctantly because you still felt incredibly guilty because you don’t want to live without him even though you promised him you would.

“And number two…” He continued. “You ARE strong enough! You took that vamp’s head clean off and you saved me.”

You confessed, “I know, but it’s not really about the vamp, maybe a little but, for the first time, I had to picture my life without you. I had to think about how I was the one to have to tell Sam that you were dead and stand there while we burned your body. I love you, Dean and I don’t want to have to live without you! And if that thing was an inch to the right, I would have had to!”

“I know, baby. I know. But I’m ok…we’re ok.” He said softly.

You were naked and vulnerable in more ways than one. For your entire relationship, you’ve never had a close call like the one you had tonight. Dean knew you loved him and he loved you back but tonight was the first time either of you realized just how deep that love was.

You finally willed yourself to be able to raise your eyes to his. Dean positioned himself to where his legs were on either side of you, shielding you from the phantom breeze that blows through the shower every once in awhile.

“You ever wonder where that breeze comes from? I can never figure it out.” Said Dean, cracking a smile and kissing your temple.

“You’re not playing fair, trying to make me laugh, Dean.” You said, biting back a smile.

The hot water from the shower continued to rain down on both of you, his clothes were completely soaked through but he truly didn’t care about that and your body absorbed the warmth like a sponge between the warm water and Dean’s body heat.

As you turned slightly to look at him, the drops of water streaked down his handsome face and his green eyes glistened like moss near a flowing stream as he slowly inched closer to your face and pressed his soft lips to yours, easing the tension in your body.

Dean’s tongue parted your lips, your heartbeat quickened as his hand caressed your cheek and your tongue tangled with his, leaving you almost breathless. You appreciated the fact that he was trying his best to distract you and maybe he was stalling because he didn’t exactly know how to use words to console you.

Maybe he was scared too so he just continued to kiss you while your fingers wrapped around the collar of his shirt pulling him as close to you as possible. Wanting him to be as naked as you were, literally and figuratively, you forcibly removed his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders, and the white t-shirt underneath clung tightly to his hard body, showing off his chiseled ab muscles.

As you reached for the belt on his jeans, Dean made quick work of his t-shirt and you helped him out of his soaking wet jeans which were a little difficult to remove but you managed.

He captured your lips once again, tongue entangled with yours, and his hands traveled to your waist to rest just above your core. Both of you were now naked as the day you were born with the water washing what remained of the blood and dirt from the hunt, down the drain.

It felt like he was trying to kiss all of your fears away, silently telling you that nothing will ever happen to him and that he would always be there to protect you but you knew he couldn’t promise that as long as you both were hunting.

Intertwined in each other’s limbs, you decided that you needed him, and that this physical connection with him right now was too important to break apart.

You would talk about it another time.

**********

After your extremely long shower and with both of you wrapped up in fluffy white towels, Dean said softly, “You know that I don’t wanna ever have to live without you either, don’t you?”

Sitting on your bed, your gaze met his and you replied, “I know that, baby. I know. But what do you suggest we do, Dean?”

Dean pondered for a minute, the towel slung low on his hips as he carefully thought about what he wanted to say before it came to him.

“Sweetheart, I know I’ve always said that I probably won’t live to be an old man and that if I gotta go out, I’d want to go out fightin’ but what if we walked away from this?” He said, sitting down next to you.

You replied, “Dean, do you know what you’re saying? What you’d be giving up? This has been our whole lives. We even did what hunters never do…we fell in love and got married!”

He inched closer to you and as his leg brushed against yours, his face softened and he touched his wedding ring to yours and stated, “If Sam left the life, then why can’t we? We could have a house…a dog…” Dean paused. “We could have kids.”

Your heart jumped into your throat. Having children was something you thought just wasn’t in the cards for you because of the life you chose to live when you fell in love with Dean Winchester. And he surprised you by actually falling in love with you too and by wanting to get married.

But children were something you had completely put out of your mind. There was no way you could live the life of a hunter and bring children into the world but that was alright with you, as long as you had Dean.

But what if you could have both your husband AND children? You could have the life you didn’t think was possible. Together, you could try.

“You really want that, Dean? Could you handle having the white picket fence? Mowing the lawn? Fixing the kids swing set? Vacuuming the pool? All the things that come with not hunting anymore?” You asked.

His lips curled into a slight smile and he never took his eyes off of you while you spoke. Laying out everything in front of him, really emphasizing what you both would be giving up, but gaining so much more.

“Well maybe I wanna live to be an old man, I wanna imagine who our kids will look like, and yes, everything that comes with an actual home…as long as you’re there too.” Said Dean, tucking a few damp strands of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

His eyes narrowed as a tear streamed down your cheek. With his thumb, he wiped the tear away before it touched your chin and asked, “When did we get a pool?”

That caught you off guard and you let out a loud chuckle before replying and batting your eyelashes at him, “Are you saying I can’t have a pool, baby?”

“You think flirting and batting your eyelashes is gonna work on me, Mrs. Winchester?” He asked, inching his face closer to yours.

With your lips ghosting over his, you replied, “I’ve gotten everything I’ve wanted so far, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean gave you a quick kiss.

“I love you.” He whispered.

You whispered back, “I love you too…and?”

With a little hesitancy and a slight eye roll, he answered, “Aaaaand? You can have a pool.”

As your arms snaked around his neck, Dean reached to untie your towel and it fell onto the bed leaving you completely naked…again. A devilish smirk stretched across his lips and he raised his eyebrows before pulling you on top of him as his lips crashed onto yours.

It will take some time to get used to a new life without hunting. The thrill of saving people, hunting things, and the family business would be replaced with 9-5’s, grocery shopping, house cleaning, and hopefully hearing the pitter patter of little feet.

You were scared and excited at the same time. The thought of living a completely normal life made you uneasy because you’ve never known any other way so you know it scared the shit out of Dean.

This is all he’s ever known since he was four years old. It would be tough to unlearn but going through it with someone you love, doubled the chances of your success.

Together, you accomplished every case you took on so why would this be any different? And together, you were strong enough to leave your hunting life behind, start a new adventure,and go live the life you both deserve.

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at arm's length | michael kinsella x f!reader

Your breaths cloud in the cool air, stark white against the cover of the pitch black sky, dim lighting casting long shadows against the adjacent brick wall. Your soft pants turn into muffled moans as you press your mouth into his neck, stubble prickling at your face, inhaling his musky scent as if to commit it to memory.

He chuckles lowly as he slips a third finger inside you, stretching you out impossibly further, teasing out orgasm after orgasm as you drip all over his hand. “D’ya know how wet f’me you are, pet?”

“Shut it, Michael,” you rasp, nipping at his Adam’s apple before flinging your wrists behind his neck, holding him close to you for balance. “I don’t know why we’re doing this. I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”

He tsks you as he curls his fingers into the spot that blurs your vision, voice lowering an octave while he looks out around you to make sure no unwanted eyes interrupt your rendezvous. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, shoving his fingers in deeper, “but y’are, aren’t ‘ya? I dunno pet, seems t’me it’s too good to resist.” 

Your lips clamp shut as he knocks you backwards against the wall, getting on one knee to dip his head under your skirt, tongue echoing the circles he drew earlier on your clit with his thumb. “S’okay, you can tell me ‘ya want me. I won’ bite.”

He waits a moment before licking a broad stripe up your centre, smirking against your throbbing clit. “Unless ‘ya wan’ me to.”

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Penny For Your Thoughts

Pairing: Billy Russo x F!Reader

I saw this gif and got super horny for Billy again, so this is what happened. You can also blame @becauseicantthinkwritings, @frying-panties, @dreadfulxives18 for encouraging me 😜

Warnings: 18+, minors do NOT interact, smut, explicit sexual content, alcohol consumption, super dirty talk, use of pet names (darling, baby), Sugar Daddy!Billy vibes, oral (M receiving), PIV, reader has multiple orgasms, creampie

“Darling, my leg’s falling asleep.” 

You pouted, not that he could see, and snuggled your face further into Billy’s neck. You were sitting on his lap, with your butt mostly on one of his thighs, cuddling up to his chest. He was still dressed in a full suit and had merely sat down on the couch for a drink, but you’d crawled onto his lap. You needed to feel his warmth, smell his cologne, and just be close to him.  

You’d been lonely without him, spending the day feeling empty after waking up with his cock inside you. He’d left you blissed out, cum seeping between your legs. He wanted to clean you up, but he was late for work, and you assured him that you could clean yourself up. 

The sound of Billy setting his glass down shook you from your memory. “Darling,” he said again. He ran his hand through your hair and pulled on it slightly. 

You let him pull your head back so he could look at your face. 

“Hi, Billy.” You said. You hadn’t even spoken since he’d gotten back. You just needed to feel him.  

He smiled gently. “Hi, baby. I need you to get off my lap. I can’t feel my toes.” He let go of your hair and smoothed it back in place. 

“Kiss first?” You bargained. 

Billy grinned. “For you, of course.” He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. 

You pouted as he pulled away.  

“What’s that face?” he asked. He knew what it was, though. 

“Nothin’,” you said, knowing better than to push him. 

You got off his lap and slid to the floor instead, resting your chin on the knee of his other leg as he stretched out the one you’d been sitting on. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked, looking up at his pensive face. 

“Just thinking about my day.” He rubbed a hand over his beard. 

“How was work?” You asked. 

Billy shrugged. “It was hard to focus, with the image of my cum leaking out of your little cunt constantly flashing through my head.” 

You felt your cheeks flush, but more pertinently, you felt arousal pool between your legs. You bit your lip for a moment, before you released it. “Maybe that’s something you need to see again.” 

A beautiful, sexy smirk took over Billy’s lips. “Oh? You think that’ll help?” 

“Maybe. Or maybe you need your cock in my mouth?” You trailed a hand up his leg and over his groin, which was starting to grow hard. 

He grunted at your touch. “Maybe I need both.” 

“Maybe you’ll get both, if you ask nicely.” You batted your eyelashes.  

Billy’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I ain’t nice, though.” 

“Yes, you are.” You disagreed. You continued rubbing your hand along the outline of his cock over his trousers. “You bought me those shoes I really wanted last week, even though they were full price.” 

“They weren’t that expensive.” He grunted. 

“They were two grand.” You scoffed. 

“Pennies.” Billy quipped. 

“You wanted to take care of me this morning. Almost made you late for work.” You said, still trying to tell him that he was nice. 

“Well, had to do something for the excellent pussy I got.” He drawled. 

You rolled your eyes.  

“Well, you’re quite nice to me. You’ll never change my mind.” You said. Despite your many attempts to refuse him, Billy had been very generous to you. All the money he’d given so far had been used – in addition for pleasurable items like a new phone, or non-necessities like those designer shoes – for student loans, medical bills, and even your rent before you’d moved in with him. 

You unbuttoned his pants and did your best to free his cock, but he ended up lifting his hips so he could pull his trousers and underwear down his legs instead. You pumped him a few times in your hand as you gathered some saliva in your mouth, before you let it dribble out onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” Billy said.  

You then lowered your head and took him in your mouth, moving your head down until your nose touched his skin. You let his cock tickle the back of your throat for a few seconds before you pulled back and started sucking on the tip. You teased the slit with your tongue and stroked him with your hand before you started bobbing your head. 

Billy groaned. “Now I’m remembering why I’m so nice to you.”  

The corners of your lips turned up, but you couldn’t give him the smirk you wanted to with his cock in your mouth. Billy always seemed to enjoy getting head from you, and with the way he treated and pleased you after, you didn’t mind giving it. 

It was difficult to take all his length in your mouth though, so you stuck to using your hand near the base to stroke and squeeze what you couldn’t fit past your lips. Every now and then you would stop to suckle and lick at the swollen head, tasting the precum that was starting to spill.  

Billy’s fingers wove into your hair, and you started to take him back in your mouth. You knew that he liked it when you struggled to take him all. 

“Lemme feel that little throat choke on my dick.” He said, voice thick with arousal. 

You fought your eyes from rolling back in your head as you felt yourself soak through your panties. You focused on breathing steadily through your nose, as Billy slowly thrusted his hips to fuck your mouth. Your fingers dug into the cushions of the couch, your pussy ached, but you let Billy use you. You wanted him to use you. 

You were finding it harder to breathe and were getting a little overwhelmed trying to continually disengage your gag reflex, and tears had started spilling down your cheeks. When Billy noticed, he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Fuck!” Despite his roar, his rhythm slowed until he eventually pulled your mouth off him.  

Your used jaw hung open for a little bit, and some drool slid off your tongue and onto your lap before you could close your mouth. 

Billy delicately cupped your face and wiped away your tears. “Are you okay?” His voice was dripping with fake sympathy, but you loved it. 

You tried to speak, but you could only nod. “Poor thing. Your brain’s probably leaking out of your little cunt, just like your mouth. Can’t even talk.” 

You whimpered. You were so wet. Your panties were absolutely drenched. 

“Fuck, baby. Get up here, lemme fuck that wet little cunt.” 

Your legs were stiff from kneeling, but you sat down on the couch and pulled your dress off. Billy kissed you immediately, hands expertly ridding you of your bra and tossing it behind him, so he could twist your nipples with his fingers. One hand went up to wrap gently around the front of your throat and he pushed you so that you would lay back. 

He moved his kisses down your throat to your tits, giving both of your nipples a wet suck, before he kissed down your stomach. 

He looked up at you, his eyes menacingly dark with arousal. “I can smell you, baby, and I haven’t even taken off your panties.” 

“So wet. Just for you, Billy.” You whined. 

“Let me see.” He said. “Take ‘em off.” 

You lifted your hips and pushed your panties down and pulled them off your feet. You dropped your panties to the floor, a little embarrassed at how you’d soaked through them when all you’d done was suck his cock. 

Billy took one look at your glistening center before he slammed his cock inside you. He didn’t even bother to get undressed, but you felt the heat of his skin through his clothes. 

You gasped hard at the intrusion. Usually, he warmed you up with his fingers, so now it felt like he was splitting you open. “Fuck, Billy... ‘s too big.” You practically sobbed. You realized you were still a little sore from this morning. 

He gave one thrust, but then settled deep inside you and remained still. “What’s that?” He kissed your lips once, then your cheek, then began sucking on your neck. 

“You’re too big!” You whimpered. Your hands clutched at his suit desperately in an attempt to ground yourself. 

He chuckled into your neck. “You’re a big girl, you can take it. Can’t you?” 

You whined as he pulled back and pressed in again. He was everywhere, it was too much, yet you wanted more. 

He looked up at you and saw the single tear slipping past the corner of your eye. “Oh, darling. If you’re gonna cry, I can just stop. Don’t want to hurt the little baby with my big cock.” He kissed the trail left by your tear. 

He started drawing back, but you cried out, “No!” 

He held still, looking down at you with a smug smirk he was trying poorly to hide. “No? But I don’t wanna hurt your little pussy.” 

“Please, don’t stop. I can take it. You made me so wet, Billy. I can take you, I promise.” 

“Are you sure?” He asked, cupping your cheek sweetly. 

You nodded vigorously. “Promise, I promise.” 

Billy tapped your lips with two fingers, and you opened your mouth immediately. You sucked on his fingers, lathering them with your tongue before Billy pulled them out. He used them to press against your clit, and your hips arched up into him and your cunt clenched around him. 

Billy grunted. “Such a tight little pussy. And it’s all mine.” 

You nodded in agreement. “All yours.” You sighed, enjoying the way he was stroking your clit.  

He started thrusted again slowly, but only for a few beats before he started fucking you earnestly. His hand abandoned your clit, so he could push one of your legs up against your chest and grip the arm of the couch in his other hand to allow him to rail you into oblivion.  

Little sighs and moans were leaving your mouth unconsciously. You wondered if they could be heard over the sound of Billy’s skin slapping against yours. You were certain that they could, when you gave a particularly high-pitched whine as the tip of his cock hit that precious spot inside you. 

Billy grunted. “Sing for me, baby. Let me take care of you. Like I always will.” 

His words were what drove you to your orgasm, even more than the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your walls. Your body did indeed sing for Billy as you came. 

Your vision kind of blacked out, and you could just barely hear Billy’s strained chuckle as he continued fucking you. “So gorgeous when you cum all over my cock like that. Your little cunt is fluttering all around me, baby. Feels so fucking good.” 

You whined, getting a little overstimulated by his continuous thrusts. “Billy.”  

“Yeah?” 

“Mm, Billy.” You couldn’t say anything else. 

Your vision came back into focus and there was a smirk on his lips. “I see your brain is still leaking out of your cunt.” 

You opened your mouth to try to speak, but his hand when back to your clit and you gasped at the contact. 

“Cum for me again, baby, then I’ll fill up your little cunt.” 

Your back was arching from the attention to your clit and the building of your second orgasm. Your bare nipples brushed against the smooth fabric of his suit jacket and the peaks tightened even more at the friction. Everything was too much. 

“Oh, don’t know if I can.” You mumbled. 

Billy kissed your lips and slid his tongue into your mouth to tease yours for a moment. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours. “You can, baby, I know you can. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, almost reluctantly. You didn’t want to do anything but please him. 

“Yes, you are.” He said proudly. With that, he started rubbing your clit rapidly and he didn’t stop until your walls were convulsing once again. 

“Oh, Billy, ‘m cumming.” You cried, fingers digging into his back. 

“Fuck, yeah, baby.” His rhythm stuttered a little bit before he gave some hard thrusts and came inside you. His hair was out of place and fell in front of his eyes, which were squeezed shut in his bliss. He’d never been more beautiful. 

You wrapped your arms tighter around him, so that he would settle against you. You needed his weight to ground you because you felt like you were going to float into space. Billy planted a few soft kisses on your cheek, jaw and behind your ear. 

He pulled away then, and you groaned when his cock slipped out of you. You watched him watch his cum drip out of you. His dark eyes sparkled. 

“Goddamn.” He said, his voice deeper than ever. 

You bent both your knees and brought them close to your chest, opening yourself up for him. You ran your fingers gently through your folds and swiped at your entrance. You brought your fingers to your mouth, glistening with the combination of your cum and his, and sucked them between your lips. You moaned, mostly for show. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You teased. 

Billy smirked. “You’re something else.” 

You released your fingers, smiling up at him sweetly. “Think that will help you be less distracted tomorrow?” 

He chuckled. “Definitely not.” He tucked himself back in his trousers. 

You grinned. 

“Come on, darling. Let’s take a bath.” 

“Can’t walk.” You said simply, not even trying to move. 

He shook his head, still grinning, but took you up his arms anyway. 

You smacked a kiss on his cheek. “Love you, Billy.” 

“Love you, too, baby.” 

~

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 😌

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I watched a bit of this Netflix show called "Surviving Death" and one of the episodes talked about out of body experiences when someone has a near death experience, so it was cool to read it in this fic!

Don't know if I could handle seeing Billy on pain over me like that lol. Might just want to black out the whole thing! I don't like seeing those I love suffer even if I'm suffering lol.

A lovely read, thank you for sharing 😁🩷

Please Believe Me

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Violence, couple of swear words, mentions of guns, angst, and a little bit of fluff.

Word Count: 3.1K-ish

Summary: Your date night almost turns out to be your last night. Billy vows to get revenge on the person(s) who tried to take you from him.

A/N: Based off of an ask I received from @serenamultifandom Thank you for sending it in, I really appreciate it and I hope you like what I did here. And shout out to real life Ginger @gijos for talking guns with me😘

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

You will never forget the feel of that night.

The mid-summer air was balmy with a slight breeze, very typical for that time of year, and there was no escaping the radiating warmth coming from in between the buildings as you walked along the cracked city sidewalk.

The starry veil above cloaked the night sky and sparkled through the blanket of navy like bright white pin pricks. You pulled your hair back so it was off of your neck as the high humidity clung to your exposed skin like a wet towel that had fallen into the pool.

The faint breeze carried the familiar city scents of exhaust and concrete but also of summer blooms like geraniums and hydrangeas. The aromas of fresh bread, dark roast coffee, and New York style pizza were making you hungry and caused your stomach to growl as you hurried toward the restaurant.

It was date night…and almost your last night.

After a romantic dinner, Billy took you to listen to some music and after the last note was played and the drinks were finished, he took you home to your apartment. Even though the night was hot and muggy, you wanted to have a drink on the roof while gazing up at the stars with the man you love.

You didn’t want to fall in love with Billy Russo but his good looks and charms were difficult to resist. Plus, the way he treated you was better than any man had treated you before. It wasn’t always smooth sailing but he actually wanted to try and make your relationship work.

“Feisty” was the term he used to describe you at times and you would counter with “passionate.” You used words like “stubborn” and “closed off” when describing him but it didn’t take away from how sweet he was with you and he really was learning to communicate better.

Billy never really understood how to be in a relationship, he would just move from woman to woman without catching any feelings and when you agreed to go out with him, you really weren’t looking for anything serious at that time. And with his reputation, you didn’t think he was either but to your surprise, he fell for you which also took him forever to admit to.

He carried himself like a proud peacock, always capturing what he chased after, and never hearing the word “no.” But you humbled him by not falling for his charms at first, not answering his phone calls right away or his texts, and you tried harder than anyone else had to get to know the real Billy Russo which was one of the reasons why he loved you so much and also the reason he practically burned the world down after you were nearly taken from him.

One minute you were pulled flush to his body, your ear planted firmly against his chest, listening to the drum-like beat of his heart, as his agile fingers lightly danced up and down your spine. And the next, you felt tight pressure and a surge of numbness that masked the initial pain of the bullet entering your body after missing his. Your thin summer clothing offered less than zero protection from that unstoppable force hitting you like a freight train.

Billy reacted quickly to you being hit by pushing you to the ground so you weren’t exposed and out in the open. Only a rifle could have hit you from a distance like that but whoever it was that wanted Billy dead, they didn’t care who else they had to hurt or kill to get that job done.

After the initial shock came the excruciating pain, radiating, almost burning, outward to the rest of your body. The punctured front of your floral sundress was stained red with blood as he tried his best to stop the bleeding while on the phone with 911.

You were quickly losing blood as he tried hard to comfort you even though he knew he couldn’t but it was better than nothing until the paramedics arrived. With how protective he was of you, they might have to sedate him in order to give you the necessary medical attention you needed.

Whoever took that shot was incompetent, an amateur, and definitely rushed. The downward trajectory suggested that the shot was taken from a higher perch which wasn’t difficult to find because your apartment building wasn’t very high. And they also didn’t account for distance or the breeze in the air, so the bullet missed Billy but hit you.

Billy had put this mental puzzle together as he tried to comfort you, take your mind off of the fact that you had a hole in your stomach and an even bigger hole in your back, and the fact you didn’t know if you were going to live or die on that rooftop.

Scared to death, you worried that if you closed your eyes, it would be the last time you would ever see him, the last time you would ever touch him, and the last chance you’d ever get to say “I love you.”

Although warm and humid outside, goosebumps erupted across your skin as your body began to shiver. You didn’t want to die and you were desperately trying to keep your eyes open. With the sirens blaring and getting closer, the last thing you remembered before passing out was Billy yelling at you to “open your eyes!…hold on!…they’ll be here soon!”

Wandering through the darkness, you could faintly hear the beeping of hospital machines, the sighing of a ventilator, and smell the fresh scent of summer flowers. In your dream state, you looked down to see yourself wearing a hospital gown and up ahead of you was a group of hospital staff chattering away. They didn’t even notice you, almost like they had no idea you were there.

No one could see you.

No matter how close you got, they looked right through you. Reaching out to try and touch them was no use either. Your hand floated through them. Were you dead? Objects would continue to appear as if out of nowhere, hospital staff, doctors, nurses, people visiting loved ones. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a familiar face. It was you, unconscious in your hospital bed and on a ventilator. Your heartbeat was steady and strong, but you must be in a coma. And there was someone else sitting on your bed, holding your hand and talking to you.

It was Billy.

He didn’t hear you calling out to him, begging for him to look up, to see that you were there, and to tell him that you could hear every word he was saying. The flowers you smelled were coming from your bedside table. The bouquets were all over every flat surface in that room.

Billy knew how much you loved fresh flowers. Waking up in the morning at home, they were the first thing you could smell. Maybe he thought if he filled the room with flowers, the scent would help you wake up from your coma. He had dark purple circles under his eyes, his face was twisted with anger, and there was a deep sadness in his hypnotizing onyx colored eyes.

Sometimes Billy would read aloud to you, again hoping you would hear him and wake up. You loved to listen to him read to you. Horror fiction was your go to. “How do you read this shit all the time, baby?” He’d ask you. But you would just give him a sly smile and say, “I just like it.” He’d usually just smile back, shake his head, give you a gentle kiss on your forehead and continue.

The silver tone to his voice and the way the words from the pages rolled off his tongue was the best sound in the world. It was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket, cozy and soft. You pleaded with yourself to try and wake up. All you wanted was to feel his touch again, to feel the warmth of his embrace, and tell him you love him.

If you did wake up, you were never going to let him go.

What you didn’t know was when visiting hours were over, Billy would spend his nights searching for the monster that tried to kill you both. He knew the person was the complete opposite of himself. They were sloppy, angry, and could not control their emotions. He knew the type. They’re probably ex-military or it's even possible they are an ex-employee of his that held a grudge. There were plenty to choose from.

He charmed whoever he had to for information, for access to evidence, and used whatever tools were necessary to find out who was responsible for this.

Before you fell unconscious, he cried out “No, no, no, you don’t get to leave me, y/n!” Billy had survived his horrific childhood, deployment overseas in a senseless war, and never knowing what real love feels like. And now that he finally found love, a very real force threatened to take it away.

Terrified that anyone he made a real connection with was going to leave him, he never formed attachments to anyone except for Frank and now that he had you, he didn’t want that feeling to go away. Being loved by you was all he had ever wanted. You were what he waited his entire life for and he was scared to death that he was going to have to live without you.

Feeling scared was a very different sensation for Billy. Soldiers weren’t supposed to get scared. He didn’t like it and hated feeling vulnerable in any way. Billy was taught attachments made you weak and maybe they did but he loved waking up in the morning with you asleep next to him, or washing your hair in the shower, the way your wrinkled your nose when you laughed, how you just listened to him any time he wanted to talk or vent, or knowing his day was instantly better as soon as he saw you smile.

You knew he would not stop until the person that had put you in this hospital bed was dead. He would set the world ablaze trying to smoke them out and would not be satisfied unless he was the one to take their life just as they nearly took his.

And that meant you.

Billy would have been happy to die on that rooftop because that meant he wouldn’t have had to live without you but he couldn’t have handled it if it was the other way around. He didn’t want to be the one that survived, he felt sick that you were the one still in the hospital and hated not knowing if you were going to wake up or not.

His plans and confessions had become a daily ritual by your bedside. Some of them you knew already from before the accident and some of them he had never mentioned face to face before. Floating above your body, you gazed fondly at Billy’s handsome face. He looked exhausted, almost like he hasn’t slept since the accident which you wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t.

And as the sun started to set on that late August evening, the clear blue sky changed to the deep hues of orange and red, the color of fire, the color of rage. He wouldn’t stop until his mission was complete, and the light in their eyes had disappeared.

**********

One minute you were sitting on the window sill watching and listening to him read to you and then next, everything was dark. Billy was gone and so was the hospital staff, other visitors, and patients. You were alone, watching yourself sleep, listening to the heart monitor beating steadily.

Surrounded by darkness, you called out for him, for anyone that could hear you, but there was nothing but a tomb-like silence. You strained your ears searching for the slightest of sounds, any sound at all but there was just unavoidable nothingness…until there wasn’t.

The sound of your heart monitor beat faintly in your ears as well as a familiar voice.

“Come on, sweet girl. Open those pretty eyes for me. Please.” Billy said softly.

The fluorescent lights overhead burned your eyes as you opened them halfway before shutting them again. Slowly, you tried opening them again. The figure in front of you was a blur but there was no mistaking who that perfect smile and those endless brown eyes belonged to.

He spoke again.

“There she is.” He said with a warm smile as he poured you some water.

Your voice cracked as you tried to say his name before taking a sip of water.

“Billy? Are you…ok?” You managed to squeak out.

“I should be asking how you feel, my love.” Billy replied. “How’s your pain? Should I get the nurse?”

You shook your head and jumped right into the questions you had for him.

“Are they dead?” You asked. “I heard you, Billy. You told me everything you planned to do, all the information you found, and how you wouldn’t stop until they were dead. So are they? Dead?”

You launched into everything Billy told you when you were unconscious, the book he was reading to you, including his word for word plans for what he wanted to do to the person or persons that did this.

“Holy shit. How did you hear all of that?” Asked Billy.

“I really don’t know.” You answered. “I saw everything too, like an out of body experience. I tried to talk, I tried to touch you but I couldn’t. I listened to every word though.”

You tried to smile through the pain in your stomach as you continued, “You must really love me, don’t you.”

He replied, “You know I do baby and now you know just how much. You asked me if they’re dead? Yes, HE is.”

Billy’s jaw tightened as he spoke through clenched teeth and told you all about the would-be assassin that tried to kill you both. Disgruntled and feeling quite low, former Agent of Homeland Security turned potential employee for Anvil, Brett Collins, decided he was going to try his hand at the private sector which didn’t work out.

And Billy told you exactly why.

He was only with Homeland Security for a little less than a year, barely passed the physical fitness test, and passed his civil service exam by the skin of his teeth. He shouldn’t have been hired by them in the first place.

Not exactly who Billy was looking for, for Anvil. He wanted the strongest, smartest, and toughest to be a part of his team. Not someone who was none of the above. He wanted the best, not just “good enough.”

Billy gave Collins a shot anyway but ultimately told him Anvil wasn’t the place for him and at least he had his job at Homeland to go back to.

Except he didn’t have a job to go back to.

Collins was so confident he was a shoe in for the job at Anvil that he quit his job at Homeland Security and had nothing to go back to when Billy told him he didn’t make the cut.

Collins was furious and vowed to get revenge. He left Billy’s office angry and frustrated which Billy didn’t take to heart. He had broken bad news to a lot of potential new recruits but didn’t think that any of them would try and kill him…or you.

“He made mistakes…big ones.” Said Billy. “A couple of fingerprints he didn’t think anyone would find, allowed himself to be seen by street cameras, and was even dumb enough to brag about it. Why would you brag about missing your target? He’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“What did you do, Billy?” You asked in barely more than a whisper.

Through gnashed teeth, he replied, “What I had to.”

His words sent chills down your spine. The way he said it was frightening and you could feel the anger radiating off of his body as goosebumps erupted across your skin. Your mouth was instantly dry again so you took another sip of water as he continued to talk.

“They’ll never find him, sweet girl. I made an example out of him and the rumors will spread like wildfire. No one will ever try this again. I’m sorry, my love. I hope you can forgive me.” He said in a somber tone.

“Baby, you couldn’t have known that this was going to happen. This wasn’t your fault.” You said reaching for his hand.

Billy laced his fingers with yours and moved from the bedside chair into the bed with you and gently pressed his forehead to yours. It was such a comfort to the both of you.

“I love you, Billy.” You said with a warm smile. “That will never change.”

He gave you a smile in return, gently pressed his lips to yours and replied, “I love you too. Never?”

You could feel the tension in his body, the guilt he was holding onto, and you knew that he’d never forgive himself if he allowed someone to take you away from him.

Billy’s tired eyes and sleepless nights were nothing compared to what he was determined to do to keep you safe. Agent Collins made it easy for him. He was stupid, careless, arrogant, and thought he could get away with it.

The silent declaration of war between Billy Russo and anyone who stood in the way of him getting the love he desperately craved was front and center now. He was prepared to fight harder than ever to make sure no one would ever take you away from him.

You mattered to him, you taught him that he deserved to be loved, and made sure he knew it. You never missed an opportunity to tell him, and wondered if that was the day he decided to believe you.

“I’ve done bad things, my love.” He always said.

You always replied the same way, “Only when you’ve had to, Billy.”

As he gently held you in that hospital bed, you felt his tension subside, his heartbeat slowed to normal, and he let out a forceful exhale like he was letting go of all of his pain.

At that moment, he knew you would be alright. You both would as long as you had each other.

“It will never change, baby.” You replied with a kind smile.

Billy smiled back and sealed it with a soft kiss.

He finally believed you.

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Ericca!!!! You always swoop me away with your kindness 🥺 I loooove your Matt fictions! They're so full of admiration for that man and I keep falling in love over and over again 💗

Thankyou so much for being the lovely person you are!

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Congratulations on 120 Kat! You deserve all the love! I haven’t asked for anyone for Matty smut in awhile so #23 from the smut list, please “I didn’t like the way they were looking at you”

AAAA ERICCA THANKYOU, LOVE 😭💗

ah, you've planted the seed for some spicy fruit 💀 and I shall deliver.

Tags: smut, heavy language, no pronouns, jealous!matt, jealous!reader, teasing, softdom!matt, switching, MDNI

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!reader

Foggy had warned Matt about the size of the party. “She booked a venue, dude! A whole venue! It’s going to be a lot of people.” But even after his overwhelmed reaction you were surprised to see the number of people in the hall.

.

Foggy and Marci had decided to get the ball rolling and get engaged. Marci has been a silent cheerleader for Foggy ever since Nelson and Murdock added a new partner, Page. This weekend they were throwing an engagement party and Marci wanted to show off her Foggy Bear to her friends and acquaintances.

Matt wore his fancy tuxedo and oh gods, did it do justice to his broad shoulders. You wore an asymmetrical cut green satin dress with one shoulder off. He knew where it hugged you and where it flowed, adding beauty to your significant curves. Matt loved the dress on you, but not for others to see you in it.

He kept his hand on the small of your back ever since you entered the party. He could feel your warm skin lined under the flimsy material of the dress. Your perfume swirling around you, engulfing Matt along with it. Your occasional laughs vibrated through your body, sending shivers down his spine. And then, he felt people's gaze shift around you as you moved. He heard the upticks in their heartbeats, snaps of heads turning in your direction as you stride with confidence along with Matt.

You keep your arms in his at all times, removing it from time to time to adjust your hair or drink the glass of champagne in your hands. But he craved more contact. He craved you.

You stood talking to Karen and Foggy while Matt was making acquaintances with Marci’s colleagues. This party doubled up as a lawyer’s get-together.

Matt was attracting some admirers himself. Marci’s friends were clearly interested in your mysterious man.

That’s right. He is yours.

You were throwing jealous glances towards where Matt stood and he cocked his head in your direction. A smirk graced his face. That was the last straw.

You excused yourself from your friends and walked towards Matt. Your steps were different. Your shoulders were rigid, your feet making hard contact with the floor, your breath thick and heavy. Matt shifted his body sensing the possessiveness radiating from your body. You stood next to Matt, your arm finding its place in his torso gripping onto him as if he would slip away like sand. A polite smile fixed on your lips.

Matt introduced you to his acquaintances and you saw a few faces fall with disappointment.

“Enjoying yourself, Mr. Murdock?” your voice was a little higher than a whisper. It was stronger than any alcohol Matt had been consuming that night.

“Uh...Yeah. Yes. Are you?” he asked you as a shaky breath exited his plump lips. He was flustered.

“I was. But I have an emergency right now and I need your assistance.” you weren’t lying. You did have an emergency and Matt was the only one who could resolve your problem.

Matt caught on to your emergency, quick like camphor. He could smell your arousal and you could see him shifting uncomfortably trying to conceal his hardening cock.

You both excused yourselves and were ready to leave. You made your way out of the hall, bidding goodbyes and congratulations to the newly engaged couple, when suddenly a thought crept up your mind.

You pushed Matt inside the nearest bathroom and locked the door behind you. Your lips were onto his immediately and Matt wasted no time in responding. You both were hungry for each other. His kisses reciprocated your passion and longing. Matt discarded his cane on the floor and pushed you against the cold marble wall.

“Oh no, Murdock. You don’t get to play tonight. I didn’t like the way your friendly acquaintances were looking at you. You’re mine. I’m going to make sure that anyone who passes by knows you’re mine.” you replied as you switched positions.

Matt let out a soft whine while his hands roamed around your body, his fingers catching onto the soft fabric of your dress. He let his hands find their rule on your butt, giving it a gentle squeeze occasionally as the kiss deepened.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, body pushed heavily against his. Your mouth made its way down his jaw and to his ears and finally to the sensitive area on his neck. You let your lips work their magic while your hands moved down his muscled torso, removing the button of his tux jacket to feel his strong body under your hands. Your one hand was planted his chest and the other hovered above his hard cock, teasing him.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already hard for me, huh, babe?” you rubbed your palm along the outline of his cock in his slacks, fingers brushing his length like feather. Matt’s breath hitched at your words. Your controlling demeanour was extremely arousing. But he needed to have you. He has been craving you since you came out of your bedroom wearing this dress.

He removed his hand from your ass and took hold of your wrists. He flipped the position you were previously in and held your hands above your head. His other hand massaged your breasts with a gentle pressure.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that when you’ve been walking around teasing me in this dress. I didn’t like the way they looked at you. You are mine.” He kissed you hungrily making sure you don’t forget who you belong to. Your bodies rubbed against each other, trying to ignite a new fire. His knees pushed your legs open and his thigh pressed against your core. He moved to your neck, kissing that soft spot behind your ears. You were dazed by his sudden switch. You mewled eagerly, urging Matt to go further.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine” his voice was raspy with lust.

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Matthew.” you were begging at this point.

Matt pulled himself off of you and let go of your hands above your head. He stood with his back pressed against the bathroom counter, a greedy grin danced on his lips. The pulsing between your legs grew stronger, yearning to feel anything Matt gave you.

“Good. Now get on your knees and show me I belong to you.”

Without uttering another word, you obliged. You freed his throbbing cock from the restrains of his slacks and boxers. You gave his girthy length a few slow pumps, taking his leaking pre-cum in your fingers and massaging his swollen head. Matt's head rolled back in pleasure and his hands found their grounding in your hair. After giving him a good few pumps you took him in your mouth and devoured Matt as if he was the last meal of your life.

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Hehehe! So silly. They're so cute. Little dorks. Ugh. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I'm so glad to read more about these two! Sleeping in the same bed! Calling each other baby and sweetheart? I'm kicking my feet over here!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thank you for the tag, so happy you put this out! ❤️

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Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluffy ending

Word Count: Little over 1K

Summary: Before going on a hunt, you and Dean get into an argument(a very stupid one) and are giving each other the silent treatment. On the way back from the hunt, Sam can’t take it anymore and wants the two of you to talk it out.

A/N: This is the same reader as Between a Rock and a Hard Place. My darling friend Dove @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend had the idea of me writing more for these two so this idea popped into my head and I rolled with it. It is quite ridiculous but I feel like this is something these two would argue about. Rambling again…sorry ☺️ I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Baby’s powerful engine whirred along the quiet open road with the sound of her tires spinning against the cold pavement. The windows were cracked open slightly, allowing the wind to zoom past your ears as you fumed with anger in the back seat while Dean did the same as he drove in silence and Sam rode shotgun.

You watched his hands as they tightly gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles appeared white while he continued to drive in silence, apparently still angry about what happened earlier tonight. His summer green eyes shot you a warning glare in the rearview mirror and you returned the glare as you angrily folded your arms across your chest.

Dean had spasms of irritation as his memory drifted back to the moment when it happened and you couldn’t understand why he was so upset with you. It was something you had wanted, something you felt like you deserved, and it was so close you could practically taste it. So you took it. No big deal.

He didn’t even put any driving music on, he was so angry. Sam had reached for the knob on the radio and with flared nostrils and a tight jaw, Dean raised one finger and shook his head. Sam put up both hands in surrender and then continued to stare out at the same scenery he had been looking at for the past hour.

And finally, after what seemed like days of silence, Sam decided he was going to try to get you and Dean talking to each other again because he had had enough of the quiet and the tension.

“Are you two gonna at least talk about what happened?” Asked Sam.

The only thing you could hear was the purr of Baby’s engine. You didn’t want to talk to Dean. He’s the one that was overreacting to all of this.

“NO!” You and Dean said in unison.

Sam rolled his eyes and pressed his lips together in a straight line.

“You guys can’t stay mad at each other forever; you sleep in the same bed.” Said Sam.

Dean’s deep voice sounded extra loud inside the close confines of the car.

“The hell I can’t!” Shouted Dean. “She never thinks about the consequences to her actions, Sam!”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here, Dean!” You shouted back. “I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t have done!”

Sam was doing his best to diffuse the situation like he had done so many times before when you and Dean would argue about, well, anything, like who’s to blame for getting pinned together in a tunnel while looking for a wendigo, or which one of you embellished more when retelling a story, if something went wrong during a hunt, arguing about who’s turn it was to buy food or put gas in the car, or the old “I shot him first…no, I shot him first…no you didn’t, I did!”

You were very much in love with one another but you also could be very immature like you were being right now.

“Really?!! You had no right to take it, baby!” Dean said.

Your eyes met his from the back seat as you replied, “You took all the others, Dean!”

“They only put them out once a year!” He yelled.

Tonight, before going out on the hunt for a vampires�� nest, you saw the box of them sitting on the kitchen counter. It was a white box with red lettering that said “Paczki” which were Polish donuts. Yes, you and your boyfriend were fighting because you took the last of his favorite type of donut. It was probably the dumbest fight you’ve had to date and yet the most intense, also incredibly childish.

“And I’ve never had one! I wanted to see what the hype was about!” You replied. “So I took it. Stop being such a baby, I’ll get you some more.”

“By the time we go back, there may not be anymore, y/n!” Bellowed Dean.

Sam had had enough. “Alright! Enough! I don’t know which is worse, the two of you not talking or yelling at each other. This is really dumb, you guys can agree on that, can’t you?” He asked.

One corner of your mouth curled into a slight smile. Trying your best to hide it, you replied to Sam, “Ok, maybe it is a little stupid.”

“Dean?” Asked Sam.

His reply was dripping with spite.

“She took my donut, Sam!” Growled Dean.

“Dean?!” Said Sam, matching Dean’s intensity. “You really gonna be that mad at her over a donut?”

“It was the last one.” He replied in a somewhat whiny tone.

In a stern tone, Sam said, “Are you REALLY gonna be mad at her over a donut?”

Your eyes met in the rearview mirror again as his lips curled into a smile. Inching toward him, you snaked your arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Sam’s right. This is really stupid. I am so sorry, sweetheart.” Muttered Dean, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

You began to run your fingers through his soft brown hair and gently nibble on his earlobe.

“I’m sorry too, baby. I shouldn’t have taken the last one. I’ll get you another box, I promise.” You said, kissing him on the cheek again.

Sam knew his work was done so he slumped down in the seat and went to sleep.

“I don’t need any more, baby. I gotta know one thing though.” Said Dean.

You purred into his ear, “What’s that?”

“It was REALLY good, wasn’t it.” Dean said with a sly smile.

You and Dean may fight over some really stupid shit but you loved each other just as fiercely and you would buy him a thousand boxes of donuts if he wanted them because that’s how much you loved him. You frustrated the hell out of each other but there was always more love and laughter than frustration.

You chuckled, kissed his temple, and replied, “Best donut ever, baby. Best donut ever.”

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This was so sweet, thank you for tagging me:)

Reader is perfect for Billy, so thoughtful and sweet, makes my heart strings sing 💗

I liked your personal touch with the 🦴 ornament 😁

A Christmas Wish

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smooches, mentions of Billy’s shitty childhood and a couple of swear words.

Word Count: 2.1K-ish

Summary: You love decorating the Christmas tree but Billy doesn’t and he tries to put on a smile for you so you try to make it better by giving him a few special gifts.

A/N: Greetings and Happy 2025 to my lovely friends! Hope you are well and I apologize for being quiet lately. I’ve been sick and my entire week off from work was spent trying to recover from whatever lovely cold is going around.

I tried to put this out before Christmas but obviously that didn’t happen and I’ve also been a little bummed about friendly interaction, everyone seems to have disappeared but whatever, I digress.

Oh I’m also thinking about trimming down my tag list again just because I don’t feel like wasting anyone’s time if you’re not interested in reading my fics anymore. I dunno, I’m just feeling sorry for myself. I’m sure it will pass…

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Some of them were very delicate.

The ornaments were old, made from very thin glass and passed down to you by your parents, that they received from THEIR parents. There were a handful that said “Baby’s First Christmas” followed by your name written in beautiful script. A pink bulb that was stuffed with “angel hair” was one of your favorites. That’s what your dad used to tell you when you were little which you thought was a cute story.

Billy had taken the ornament tote out of storage so the two of you could decorate the tree together. Mostly, he just sat back and let you decorate the tree. He wasn’t particularly fond of this time of year or any holiday.

A brass ornament with a sleeping baby and the year you were born, a red bauble with your name written in silver glitter on the side, and a bone ornament with your childhood dog’s name on it were a few more of your favorites.

Each ornament had a story like who gave it to you and what year, and if there was a reason they picked that particular one. The dates ranged from the time you were born up until recent years. Some of them were handmade from when you were a child that your father thought you might like to have along with the one he gave you last year with a picture of you and Billy inside for your first Christmas together.

Trimmed to perfection, which was obviously Billy’s doing, the tree stood impressively in front of one of the large windows in the penthouse so it could be seen by others, looking out from the tops of their buildings. The warm white lights shined against the dark green needles, giving off an enticing invitation that made it so you couldn’t help but stare at it.

The branches were full and abundant with plenty of room for all of your ornaments as shades of red, green, and gold bounced off the delicate glow of the white lights.

This time of year brought back so many fond memories for you. Billy couldn’t say the same thing. Growing up without a family, this time of year was just a reminder of all the holidays he spent in the group home, alone.

He didn’t have any ornaments from childhood to hang on the tree.

“The decorations they put up just made me more depressed.” He had told you. “The old pathetic little fake tree, it was all bullshit, and it just made me hate her even more for leaving. They called the group home Ray of Hope but there was nothing hopeful about that place.”

He had a mother, she had been out there somewhere but she didn’t want him. She never did. That shattered your heart, twisted your stomach into knots, and left you wondering how a mother could do that to her own child.

The darkness that comes with the winter months is hard enough so you thought a tree would light up that darkness, make it colorful, and maybe brighten his day just a little bit.

Billy put the tree up for you, because you wanted it and because he loved to see you smile, even though the Christmas season didn’t bring him any happy memories like it did for you.

But you were determined to make it better, he deserved it and you loved him more than anything.

**********

If he had ever wanted to talk about it, Billy would be the first one to tell you that his childhood was shit but he worked hard to make sure children in need would have a better Christmas than he ever did so he helped out collecting Toys for Tots during this time of year.

So he had a lot of long December days where he wouldn’t get home until late.

The lights in the penthouse were dimmed to create a warm and cozy environment for when Billy came home. The presents you had for him were nicely wrapped and sitting on the large coffee table near the couch, you picked up his favorite cookies from the bakery, and had a glass of his favorite bourbon ready and waiting for him.

His keys jingled in the door handle as he walked through the door.

“Another late one, sweet girl. I’m sorry.” Said Billy.

He was always so apologetic when he worked late but you understood.

On cold nights like tonight, you loved to sit in the dark, a fire blazing in the fireplace, relax in comfortable clothes, with nothing but the Christmas tree lights on, and quietly look out at the city skyline. You had been enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and reading your book when Billy walked through the door.

He walked over to the couch to give you a quick kiss and then head to his office but you stopped him.

“Can you sit for a minute, handsome? Please?” You asked.

He desperately wanted to get more work done before really calling it a night plus he liked to find any excuse he could to not be near the Christmas tree.

“Can it wait, baby? I just wanna get a little work done.” He said, firmly.

Normally, you could wait a little while until he was finished but tonight was different, this was for him, and you just really wanted to give him something special.

But you decided to put your foot down.

“No…actually, it can’t wait, Billy.” You said.

Billy hated to disappoint you or make you angry with him so he sat down on the couch, next to you. He noticed the present as he took a sip of bourbon.

“Did you get an early present from someone at work or somethin’?” He asked.

Biting down on your lower lip, you shook your head and tried to keep from smiling. You were excited to give him his presents.

“It’s for you, Billy.” You said, softly.

Billy set his glass down, looked at you and then looked at the box.

“But Christmas isn’t for two weeks, sweet girl.” He said with a slight smile.

You replied, “I know…open it.”

The wrapping paper was all white and you had tied a perfect bow with royal blue ribbon. His long fingers carefully untied the ribbon and set it aside. Billy then tore into the wrapping paper, revealing a large white box. As he removed the top, he stared at the blue tissue paper inside for a minute before digging around for the gifts underneath.

Billy first pulled out his United States Marine Corps ornament. He read the saying on the back out loud for you.

“From the Halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli

We fight our country’s battles

In the air, on land, and sea;

First to fight for right and freedom

And to keep our honor clean;

We are proud to claim the title

Of United States Marines.”

Billy looked over at you and started to say, “Baby, this is…”

But you stopped him.

“There’s more, my love. Keep going.” You said, kissing him on the cheek.

He found his Christmas stocking next. It looked like yours except his was red to go along with your green one and his name was embroidered at the top, in the same font to match yours, and a hook to hang it from, over the fireplace. The final gift in the box was a plain red bulb ornament with his name written in silver glitter on it, just like the one you received as a child.

You wanted Billy to have ornaments that were his and his alone for him to hang on the tree. You hoped it would make this time of year a little happier for him.

“Sometimes I forget that this time of year isn’t pleasant for everyone. I was hoping to make it a little better for you, Billy. So I got you ornaments that are just for you.” You said.

He replied, holding the stocking and glitter ornament in his hand, “They’re just like yours.”

“I wish I could take away your bad memories, but I can’t. So I thought maybe if you had new memories…that, um…” You trailed off with a hitch in your voice.

Billy didn’t let you finish. He just leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips, the sweet taste of vanilla and a little spicy from the nutmeg on his from the sips of bourbon he had a few minutes ago, and the woodsy scent of his cologne floated past your nose as you kissed him back.

The warm white lights reflected in his onyx colored eyes and his smile traveled from the curl in his lip, up to the lines around his eyes. Billy didn’t have to say how he was feeling, you could see it in his eyes, see it in his smile, and you felt it in the way he kissed you.

“These are just…I don’t…thank you, sweet girl.” Said Billy.

He looked over at the tree for the first time since he arrived home and actually smiled. Billy finally had his own ornaments to hang on the Christmas tree and he looked excited about it.

“Go ahead, baby.” You said with a warm smile.

Billy rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, loosened his tie, stood up while carefully holding his ornaments, walked over to the tree and pondered about where he should place them. You knew the perfectionist in him wanted to pick out the perfect spot for them.

He found your ornament with your name written in silver glitter and he placed his on the branch next to it. Billy then found a branch near the top for his Marines ornament that he needed the stepladder to reach and he hung his stocking on the opposite end of the fireplace from where yours was. He said he had to keep it “symmetrical” which made you chuckle. There’s that perfectionist trait hard at work again.

Billy actually looked content, finding places for his ornaments and hanging his stocking on the fireplace. He finally had the experience that he didn’t get to do when he was young.

Forced to grow up faster than he should have, Billy Russo’s childhood was stolen from him by the person that was supposed to protect him and love him but she didn’t. His mother left him and never looked back so it really wasn’t a mystery of why he didn’t trust anyone, why he never got close to anyone, or why he never had a long term relationship.

You were helping him work through some of that pain and building trust so he would never have to go through any of that hurt ever again.

As he sat down, you let your head gently fall against his chest as he kissed the top of your head. You felt your eyelids getting heavy and it was a relief to close them as you pulled your legs up onto the couch. His body was a warm cradle for yours.

“I love you.” Whispered Billy, kissing the top of your head again.

With your eyes closed still, you smiled and replied, “I love you too, Billy. I just want all your Christmas wishes to come true.”

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, my love. My only wish is I wish I didn’t have to wait so long for you.” He said in barely more than a whisper.

Tears stung the back of your eyes as your heart began to race and your fingers started to tingle. All Billy had ever wanted was to be loved and something as simple as a Christmas ornament with his name on it, you knew he’d cherish it forever because it came from someone who showed him he deserved to be loved and he was worthy of affection.

You finally understood why Billy always kept you close, why he never let you wander too far from him, and why he had a hand on you at all times. Sometimes he held on a little too tight but it was because he didn’t want what he had to go away or be taken from him like it had all those years ago.

The little toy soldier that was attached to his keys was the first thing you ever gave him and he was constantly reaching into his pocket to make sure it was there. Just like the ornaments, the toy soldier might seem insignificant or small to anyone else, but to him, it was everything.

You gave him back some of the childhood that was taken from him and you will never forget the smile that stretched across his face.

Your parents always said that it was better to give than receive…and giving Billy a happy Christmas memory allowed you to finally experience what they had been talking about.

And they were absolutely right. Making Billy Russo smile really was the best feeling in the world.

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Squealing, blushing, kicking my feet!!!!!

I loved this, it was so cute. I love that you've brought Lady into your work, it's so special!

Kinda crazy Billy assumes bringing your dog back to you is a date 😂😂😂 but he's a smooth talker so it doesn't matter, right? 😜

Thank you for the tag ☺️❤️

This is pure fluff:

"wait...is this a date?" With this one:

That is all. Thank you and HAPPY BIRTH MONTH!!!!!!!

Hellllooooooo my love! ♥️

I had fun writing this one, thank you for sending in all of your asks for my follower celebration, and for being one of my biggest cheerleaders. I hope you like what I did here and I used my darling little ball of muscle(my dog) for inspiration. Thank you again! ♥️♥️♥️

Lost and Found

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google except for bottom right, that pretty girl is all mine.♥️

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None, really. Pure fluff, maybe a swear word or two? I can’t remember because I wrote it before I left on my vacation. Oh and mentions of Billy growing up in the system.

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: The phone call you were hoping to receive, finally came. The man on the other end called to tell you he found your dog.

A/N: Like I said, I used my own pretty handful as inspiration for this one. Her name is actually Lady and she is such a pretty girl and I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕

The silvery voice on the other end of the phone sounded incredibly sexy, the hint of a New York accent peeked out at times during your conversation, and if you had to guess, you swore he was smiling on the other end of the phone.

But that was secondary to the words you had been waiting to hear for a few weeks now, “Hi, is this y/n? I found your dog.”

You nearly dropped the phone you were so excited and relievedthat someone had found her. She had been missing for about three weeks and every single minute that she’d been gone had been agony for you.

Lady was your rescue pitbull. You’ve had her for about a year and a half, she was dark brown brindle, almost black, and white, and she was just the sweetest dog you’ve ever met. All she wanted was for people to pet her and rub her belly.

Her harness gave out while you were walking her in the park. A squirrel darted out in front of her and she started to pull, the hook on her harness broke and she started chasing after it. Calling out after her was useless, no one even offered to help you capture her and before you could call her name again, she was gone.

The walk back to your apartment was somber, your heart was broken, and you hated to think it but you weren’t sure you would ever see her again. The rest of that day was spent searching high and low for her until the sun had gone down. New York was a big city and it was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

“Her tag made me chuckle.” He had told you, referring to her name tag with the phrase “If found, please call my mom.” And on the other side, it said “Her name is y/n and she’s probably freaking out.” And on the bottom of the tag was your phone number.

“Is she ok?!” You asked.

His calm, soothing tone eased the tension throughout your body as he replied, “She’s fine, y/n. When I found her, I took her to the closest vet’s office to make sure and they said other than being a little hungry, she’s ok.”

“Thank you, so, so much Misterrrrrr?” You asked.

He replied, “Russo…Billy Russo. Please, call me Billy.”

“Well…Billy, thank you again. And just let me know when and where I can pick her up. I’ll meet you wherever and whenever you need me to. And if she’s given you any trouble, I apologize.” You said, eagerly.

You could tell he was smiling on the other side as he replied, “Ah no, she hasn’t been any trouble. Have you, girl?”

You thanked him again and suggested meeting him at a nearby coffee house where they had outside tables. He agreed to meet you after he was done with work.

That confused you a little so you asked him, “Oh, she’s with you? I could have sworn you said you were at work?”

Billy let out a little laugh.

“I own the company, y/n. I can do whatever I want. Everyone loves her, by the way. They’ll be disappointed that I had to give her back.” He said.

“Well, maybe she can visit you sometime. She is a very sweet dog. I’ll see you soon, Billy.” You said shyly.

You could not wait to get Lady back but you were also very curious as to what her rescuer looked like.

**********

The late afternoon sun warmed the high points of your face as you sat with your coffee and waited patiently for Billy to bring Lady to you. He described himself as tall with dark hair and dark brown eyes and that he would be wearing a suit but then he realized that you would recognize your own dog so it really didn’t matter what he looked like which made you laugh.

Suddenly, a little ball of muscle barreled into your ankles. You were thankful that you were sitting down, otherwise Lady would have knocked you off of your feet and she nearly made you spill your coffee.

Then you heard that voice again behind you.

“Sorry, she must have smelled you or something. I didn’t have a good grip on the leash and she took off on me.” Said Billy.

Lady gave you all the kisses, all the tail wags and she was so excited to see you.

“Yes…hello!! I missed you too! I’m so happy you’re safe! How’s my little house hippo?!! I hope you were a good girl.” You said excitedly as tears stung the back of your eyes.

Turning your head slightly, you immediately had butterflies in your stomach when you saw Billy. He had failed to mention how handsome he was with his tall slender build, well-groomed beard, and his onyx colored eyes that shined like two flat black marbles.

Billy extended his hand for you to shake.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” Billy said with a warm smile.

You had never seen a more perfect smile and you suddenly felt weak in the knees when you stood up to shake his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Billy. Please, sit. Lemme get you some coffee, let me guess…black with one sugar?” You asked.

“Seriously, how did you know that?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“I dunno, guessing people’s coffee orders is a gift I have. I’ll be right back. Lady, you stay with Billy.” You said.

After the excitement died down, Lady fell asleep at your feet while you and Billy chatted for a little while about how he ended up finding Lady or more like how she found him.

Billy said she must have been hiding because after he walked past an alley, he felt something against his pant leg. When he turned around, he saw her sniffing the bottom of his pants.

“I looked around for an owner, asked people walking by if she was their dog and when they said no, I looked at her tags. I didn’t even have to bribe her with any food, she just followed me all the way home.” He said with a warm smile.

The two of you talked for awhile…about everything. He told you about the kind of work he does and how he used to be in the marines which it sounded like he missed a little.

“Your parents must be proud.” You said.

Billy recoiled slightly and replied, “Ah, I grew up in the system. I’m…an orphan.”

Your heart suddenly sank into your stomach and you felt like a complete asshole.

“Oh, Billy. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed…” You said, completely mortified.

Still with a smile on his face, he shook his head and said, “Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s ok, sweetheart. It was a long time ago.”

You did worry though. The slight bitterness in his voice and the tightness in his jaw told you that thinking and talking about itwas still painful for him. You wondered if that was the reason Lady attached herself to Billy.

She was an orphan too, abandoned twice by two different families before you adopted her and brought her to her forever home. Just from Billy’s tone, if you had to guess, it sounded like he remained in the group home until he aged out but it didn’t feel right asking about it.

Then you remembered that Billy had taken Lady to the vet and wanted to pay him for doing that because he didn’t have to.

“Billy, please let me pay you back for taking her the vet. That must have been a chore, she hates going there. You really didn’t have to do that.” You said.

He refused.

Shaking his head, he replied, “No, no, please y/n. I just wanted to make sure she was ok. I don’t want your money and besides, I’m having a nice time on this date.”

Your voice was dripping with sarcasm when you replied, “Wait…is this a date?”

Billy froze and didn’t really know how to respond. All he could manage was a slight smile but before he could say anything, you broke the awkward silence.

“I’m just messing with you, Billy. I’m having a nice time too.” You said with your lips curling up into a wide smile.

A confident yet devilish smile stretched across his lips as he leaned in a little closer. Clenching your thighs together, you couldn’t remember the last time you were THAT turned on by just a smile. You almost wanted to thank Lady for getting herself lost…almost.

“How ‘bout I take you out on a real date? Lady will have to stay home though.” He said.

Lady picked her head up off of the pavement as soon as she heard her name, her ears perked up, and her tail started to whip back and forth. She stood up and moved closer to Billy, gently pawing at his pant leg.

All the dogs you’ve had before, they always were a good judge of character, they knew if you were a good person or not, and you could tell she just adored Billy.

“She knows you’re talking about her.” You said. “She’ll take her payment in the form of a belly rub.”

“Your owner has to say yes first, then you can have a belly rub.” He said, scratching her ear but not taking his gaze away from you.

Billy was a very smooth talker, sexy, hard to resist, and you didn’t want to resist but you had to refrain from appearing too eager. The man was incredibly flirtatious and persuasive although you didn’t need a lot of convincing to let the most handsome man you’ve ever encountered take you out on a date plus he just seemed…nice.

Lady looked over at you like she understood every word that came out of Billy’s mouth, waiting for you to answer him so she could have her belly rub.

“Do you always catch what you chase after, Billy?” You asked, softly.

Billy leaned in so close that you were sharing the same air, you could feel his breath against your eyelashes, and your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest. You could practically hear the beating of your heart as his lips ghosted over yours and warmth spread across your chest.

“Usually. Luckily, I didn’t have to chase after this pretty girl. Her pretty owner is a little bit more challenging. You didn’t answer my question.” He purred in your ear just before Lady rested her paws on the table and licked Billy right on the nose.

You bit down on your lower lip to try and keep you from laughing but it didn’t work.

“La-dy! No ma’am, you’re not supposed to be on the table! Get down.” You scolded her, gently.

Gazing into his liquid brown eyes, you said, “Seems like she has a crush on you, Mr. Russo.”

“Is she the only one?” He whispered.

You shook your head.

“No…she’s not, I’d love to go out on a date with you, Billy.” You said.

Billy tucked a stray hair behind your ear and replied, “I’m really glad Lady chose me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as you said softly, “I am too.”

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I loved this! Billy is so sweeeet. Always at his girl's side. Ugh. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

He's gonna take the best care of her when she gets home I just know it.

HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAYYYYYY!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 And just for that, I have a special ask for you 😌

"it's almost over...i'm right here."

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"say something, just fucking say something"

For this one:

Listen, idk why...but you always bring out the angst in me. Don't worry, I'll try to limit the angst since its your birth month~ 😂

Thank you for the birthday wishes, my darling friend! I know how much you love the angst and I hope I did justice to your ask. Thank you so much for your friendship, your support for my little blog and for reading my fics. You’ll never know how much I appreciate it ♥️♥️♥️😘😘😘

She Is My Life

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Angst, violence, guns, GSW, maybe a couple swear words, tears, smooches

Word Count: 2K-ish

Summary: A night out to dinner with your love turns dark and violent. Billy does his best to protect you from getting hurt and later, wrestles with the fact that he nearly got you killed.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It was supposed to be a romantic night out.

It was the first time in a long time Billy hadn’t had to work around the clock, protecting a witness that was set to testify against the mob, and you’ve missed him terribly.

Looking into his dark brown eyes that looked like two wells of black ink and seeing his perfect smile after so long had you wanting nothing more than to melt into his embrace, squeeze him tight, and never ever let him go.

You loved him and no sooner did your wine glasses chime in unison as they gently tapped against each other that you heard the first bullet pop, shattering those glasses and dumping red wine all over the crisp white tablecloth.

Instinctively, you dropped the glass and dove under the table just as Billy yelled at you to get down. You felt like your heart had stopped, your breath was caught in your lungs, and the sounds of those bullets hit you like a slap across the face.

The scent of burning candles wafted through the air as you tried to remember how to breathe while remaining frozen in place, too petrified to move. The noise that echoed in your ears was overwhelming, almost shocking, and very different than being at the range where Billy taught you to shoot. The various pops and booms were expected at the range but not in an Italian restaurant where you were supposed to be enjoying your dinner.

Staying put wasn’t going to help Billy and he needed your help whether he wanted you to help or not. He desperately tried to protect you while trying to get rounds off. He threw himself between you and the hailstorm of bullets before pushing you behind the bar.

With your weapon in hand, you knew you were supposed to aim for center mass, that’s what he taught you to do but you couldn’t risk giving them a chance to aim for your center mass.

Shooting them in the Achilles was the best you could do. Peeking around the corner of the bar, the bullets tore through the back of their ankles, shredding any tendons in their path like Christmas ribbons.

“I TOLD YOU TO STAY BEHIND THAT BAR! DO IT NOW!” Yelled Billy over the gunfire.

The large window you were sitting behind was shattered and broken so you could hear the sirens outside getting closer and closer and fewer bullets being fired off toward you.

But then came the warmth and the throbbing but little pain from the impact of the bullet on the lower side of your stomach.

You knew something was wrong though from the intense heat that burned inside your body.

Over the dying gunfire, you called to him, “Billy! I need help!”

Suddenly, the bullets stopped and the sirens sounded like they were right outside. Your fingers were numb, there wasn’t any feeling in them as you tried to hold onto your handgun.

That’s when Billy took it from you, trying to reassure you it was going to be alright which is when he saw the hole in your abdomen, blood pouring out against your snow white dress shirt.

“It’s almost over…I’m right here. You’re gonna be alright, sweet girl. They’re coming.” He whispered against your forehead.

“It burns, Billy!” You cried out. “It hurts so much!”

The crystal chandeliers swung back and forth like pendulums, restaurant patrons that were caught in the crossfire lie dead on the floor covered in blood and glass, and you could see the flashing red lights coming from the street outside.

Blood stained Billy’s dress shirt, some of it was his from where a bullet grazed his arm but most of it was yours. He clung to you like a shadow, then was forced out of the way to let the paramedics do their job and take care of you on the way to the hospital.

Trying to stay conscious, you heard bits and pieces of conversations between Billy, the police and paramedics.

“Mr. Russo, can we take a look at your arm, please?” A voice said. “Yes, we’re taking her to the hospital…if you’re refusing medical care, you’ll have to drive over there yourself.”

“SHE IS MY LIFE! I’m riding with her! Get out of my way, NOW!” He yelled, pressing the barrel of his gun to the paramedic’s forehead.

Paralyzed with fear, all they could do was nod, and open the door for him so he could ride with you.

With the oxygen mask over your face, you tried to playfully scold him for yelling and threatening the paramedics but every time you tried to laugh, you writhed in pain because that made your stomach hurt…a lot.

Before you closed your eyes, you heard Billy tell you, “I’ll never let you out of my sight, I love you.”

You felt a gentle kiss on your forehead and then passed out.

**********

The distant voices you heard sounded like they were underwater, hard to understand except for certain words and phrases here and there. Some of the voices were unfamiliar saying things like “She needs surgery…internal bleeding…we have to take her now…Mr. Russo, please let us do our job.”

Other people’s voices were very familiar like Frank, Maria, Lisa and Junior. “What happened, Bill?...Will she be ok, Uncle Billy?...Have you slept at all, Billy?”

From what you could make out, Billy only left you to go shower and sleep a little but was never away from you for very long. And anytime he did leave, Frank stayed with you and Billy would put two members of his team outside your door. Frank would talk to you too. “You gotta wake up, kid…We miss you, Bill misses you…he’ll never forgive himself if you don’t wake up.”

But a lot of the time, it was only Billy’s voice in the room even if you could only understand pieces of what he was saying. As time passed, what was first just a bunch of muffled dialogue eventually became clearer, more concise, and the silvery tone to his voice was bringing you back to him. He kept saying things like “Wake up for me, sweet girl…Open your eyes.”

Sometimes he sounded scared and angry. “Say something, just fucking say something…yell at me, tell me I’m the reason you’re in this hospital bed right now…tell me you never wanna see me again, just let me hear your voice, baby…please.”

Very slowly, your eyes opened, and inside the room was dark except for the lights from the machines you were hooked up to. As the moonlight shined in from outside, it highlighted one side of his handsome face.

With one of his hands placed near his temple, you watched him gently inhale and exhale as his chest expanded and then relaxed. Looking him over, you noticed his beard had grown in a little more like he hadn’t trimmed it in a couple of days.

How long have you been asleep?

You tried to speak but no words came out just a little squeak followed by a slight groan because of the burning pain in your stomach.

Billy jerked awake when he heard you. “Oh my god y/n, you’re awake!” He said in a surprised tone, closing his hand over yours, and flicking on the bedside light.

You tried to sit up a little more but he stopped you.

“No, no, no…don’t move, sweet girl.” Said Billy, gently putting a hand on your shoulder and giving you a sip of water.

“Billy?” You finally managed to eke out something coherent.

“Yeah, I’m here baby. It’s ok.” He said, gently stroking your cheek. “You scared me, ya know.”

“I’m sorry.” You replied with a hitch in your voice.

Never breaking eye contact, he sat next to you and explained everything that happened. The mob wanted Billy dead for protecting their star witness that was going to testify against them.

They wanted him to pay but they obviously had no idea what kind of man Billy was. He was a marine, a combat veteran, and a survivor. He didn’t know the definition of giving up, he’d never surrender and he would die trying to protect you.

You knew that.

Billy also said that the bullet wound in your stomach needed to be repaired with surgery to stop the internal bleeding and that you lost a lot of blood and after explaining everything to you, his facial expression changed. It shifted from elation to the feeling of complete and utter guilt. He blamed himself, you could see it in his eyes as his lips curled back from his clenched teeth.

“I’m sorry, beautiful. I am so, so sorry. This is all my fault.” He said, clenching his fist. “I should have protected you better, I didn’t and I’m sorry!”

“Billy, look at me.” You said, calmly stroking his beard with your thumb. “I knew what being in a relationship with you would entail, I didn’t walk away when you told me what kind of work you do and the risks you take every single day. Knowing that I could end up tangled in that web too was terrifying but you were worth it to me.”

“I won’t let you die because of me!” He shouted.

Billy turned and started to walk away, out of your room and out of your life if you couldn’t stop him.

“SHE IS MY LIFE!” You shouted back, your voice cracking and fading as you did. “That’s what you said, right?! If that’s true then you do NOT get to walk out on me, Billy Russo!! If I am your life, then you are mine! I know who you are and I know you would never give up! No matter what, isn’t that right, soldier!!?”

He stopped and grabbed hold of the door frame, still facing away from you, his body was stiff with disappointment and as he hung his head, pieces of his raven colored hair tumbled into his eyes.

“You heard me say that?” Billy choked out.

Tears pricked your eyes as you replied, “Yes baby, I heard you. Even though I couldn’t respond, I heard you talking to me and I won’t let you give up on me like so many have given up on you. I love you, Billy Russo. You are…my life.”

The tears streaming down your face fell hard and fast as Billy turned around to face you. Fighting against the pain in your stomach, you pulled yourself up to a sitting position and his long legs took him right to your bedside to help you get more comfortable. He gently cupped your cheeks, closed his eyes and touched his forehead to yours then softly pressed his lips to yours.

After the gentle kisses came the firm and possessive kisses, delicately biting at your chin and along the side of your neck. But he slowed down when he remembered you were in a hospital bed, nursing a fresh gunshot wound.

“Shit, are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked. “I’m sorry. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

Your lips were trembling as you replied,“I know you don’t, handsome. I know. You’ll only hurt me if you leave me. We can figure this out, you and me.”

You could hear his heart beating rapidly inside his chest as he squeezed you until you could barely breathe. Gently stroking your hair, he stayed silent for what seemed like hours, intensely pondering on what to say next and what to do. His tight grip on your body loosened and he delicately pressed his lips to your forehead before gazing down into your eyes.

“I know what I have to do, sweet girl.” He purred.

Billy gripped the sides of your face, his lips firmly pressed into a straight line with hell burning behind his dark eyes.

Nervously, you asked, “What are you going to do, Billy?”

His lips curled back to reveal clenched teeth and with acid in his tone, he growled one more thing before turning and leaving your room.

“I have to kill them…I have to kill them all.”

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Okay this passage:

You desperately wanted to tell Dean how you felt about him. The stolen glances you took from the back seat of the Impala while he was driving, thinking about how cute the splash of freckles across his nose was, and how he also had a little bit of gold that glowed so beautifully in his muted green eyes.

Killlllled me! Specifically the part about his freckles and eyes 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you describe his BEAUTY perfectly 😍😍😍

I liked the dynamic between the reader and Dean, especially at the end 😌

If they'd ever given Dean a partner like that in the show I would have been soooo jealous not gonna lie (because that should be me) 😂😂😂😂

Thank you for the tag, I think it would be a gift if you made a little mini series with these two. This was a really good read 👏🏽

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fun and fluffy banter, confessions of feelings

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: You are helping Dean(your crush) and Sam hunt a wendigo and need to find some missing campers but you and Dean get stuck between a, well…you know the rest 🤣

A/N: I have been trying to put this fic out since last weekend. I really do love writing for Dean and this one was so fun. I hope you like it! 😊 Oh and I used a couple of prompts from THIS list

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The side tunnel you found was long and quite narrow, just wide enough for only two people to comfortably fit through.

“I’ll go with Dean, Sam. We might have a little more breathing room than if the two of you go down there. Plus, we can cover more ground if Sam checks out that other tunnel.” You said, holding a flashlight.

A smirk played across Dean’s lips as he replied, “Yeah, Sammy might be too full from that SALAD he had at lunch to even hunt with us. Maybe he should go back to Baby and take a nap.”

Dean had the “I’m-pleased-with-my-funny-comment” look on his face but he was the only one smiling. You and Sam both silently replied with the “REALLY?” face.

Gently pushing him into the tunnel, you replied, “Alright, smartass, let’s go.”

Dean stumbled a little as Sam laughed and Dean growled back, “I’m goin’, don’t push me!”

Sam just shook his head, turned his flashlight on and started down the other tunnel.

You ran your fingers along the bumpy stones down the cave wall and noticed claw marks on the rocks as you stepped over chewed bones. The dirt under your feet was damp from the water dripping from the cracks above you leaving small puddles on the floor of the cave and there was the scent of staleness in the air as you and Dean continued to walk through the tunnel in silence listening for any signs of the wendigo or the missing campers.

Dean Winchester. You had met him and his brother, Sam, by accident as the three of you were simultaneously hunting for the same Shtriga and you’ve been hunting together ever since.

What he didn’t know was that you were absolutely smitten with him but he also frustrated you sometimes to the point where you wanted to rip your own hair out. Things always had to be done his way and you went back and forth between wanting to punch him in the throat and kissing his perfect lips.

You desperately wanted to tell Dean how you felt about him. The stolen glances you took from the back seat of the Impala while he was driving, thinking about how cute the splash of freckles across his nose was, and how he also had a little bit of gold that glowed so beautifully in his muted green eyes.

The two of you fought like cats and dogs at times, mostly when it came to hunting but then again you’d also argue about where to go to get something to eat while on the road, or if you noticed how tired he was and offered to drive Baby for a little bit while he got some sleep but he flat out refused every time.

“So you’d rather risk crashing or running off the road than let me drive?!!” You had shouted at him.

He yelled back, “Yes I would and I’m not tired!”

“You are such a child sometimes, ya know that?!” You said with your arms folded across your chest.

“Yeah well…I know you are but what am I?!!” He yelled in defense.

And that’s when you would start laughing.

You had a brother and sister or best friends’ type relationship which is why you were keeping your feelings a secret.

Up ahead, it looked like the cave walls were closed in even more, too narrow for the both of you to fit through at the same time and you were right. Assuming he was going to let you go ahead of him, with your backs against the wall, you moved through the opening at the same time as Dean and ended up stuck.

“Ouch! Dean! I’m goin’ first!” You said, angrily.

“Why do you get to go first?!” Snapped Dean.

With wide eyes, you answered with, “Because I’m a lady that’s why!”

Dean scoffed and shook his head, “You’re a hunter, sweetheart, not a lady.”

“How dare you!” You hissed somewhat sarcastically.

Dean’s face was only a few inches from yours. You were close enough that you were sharing the same air and felt his warm breath on your eyelashes. He looked incredibly handsome up close and your heart began to beat rapidly. It felt like it was going to explode as your chest pressed firmly against his.

You were frustrated and turned on at the same time. His crotch pressed into your core as you could feel a wet spot form on your panties.

Narrowing your eyes and trying to wiggle yourself free, you said, “Oh yeah? If I’m not a lady, then explain to me why we’re stuck right now!”

Dean glanced down at your chest and a sly smile stretched across his lips as he watched your chest rapidly rise and fall with each shallow breath you took. Your denim shirt was unbuttoned and the fabric of your white tank top pulled taught as you tried to catch your breath after struggling to free yourself.

His smirk vanished when he realized he was staring at your breasts and replied in his deep booming voice, “Can you just stop moving for ONE minute?!! Let me try something.”

You said in a panicked tone, “Dean! We’re STUCK!!”

“Ok, this might not be the best time to tell you this, but you smell really good.” He said.

“DE—“ You started to say but he cut you off.

Dean’s lips collided with yours as your flashlight fell to the ground. His tongue slipped into your mouth as you parted your lips while his free hand cupped the side of your face. Goosebumps peppered across your skin as you reached inside of his jacket and tightly grasped the flannel shirt underneath. You wanted him closer to you but your bodies were already pressed firmly together. The bulge in his jeans grew harder by the second as you gasped against his mouth and felt the warmth searing through his shirt.

You breathlessly said his name in his ear, “Dean.”

There were so many thoughts racing through your mind right now. It was finally happening. Dean Winchester was kissing you and it felt amazing and surprising at the same time. His strong hands touching your face like he had done in your dreams so many times.

“Dean…” You said again, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He asked, as he brought his gaze up to meet yours.

Biting down on your lower lip, you replied, “We’re supposed to be hunting a wendigo and finding missing campers. And…we’re still stuck.”

You both started to laugh.

“I’ve never noticed how nice your voice sounds up close.” Said Dean.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as you tried to shy away from him so he wouldn’t see you blush but there was still nowhere to go.

“Ya know, when you’re not yellin’ at me.” He added.

You started to say, “I don’t—“

“Yes you do! But…I kinda like it.” He said with raised eyebrows. “And I kinda like you.”

“I kinda like you too.” You replied.

“That’s good, sweetheart. Now you don’t have to steal glances at me while I’m driving.” Dean said with a wink. “But you’re not quick enough to catch me staring back.”

Slightly embarrassed, you tried to cover your eyes but before you could, Dean caught your hand in his and captured your lips again in a gentle kiss. He pulled away slightly so you were staring into his faded green eyes and you could see his freckles up close.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice.

“There you are!” Yelled Sam.

He saw the position the two of you had gotten yourselves into as he got closer and all he could say was, “REALLY?!”

You and Dean just started to laugh.

“A little help, Sammy?” Asked Dean.

You added, “Please?”

Sam just shook his head, “Ya know, I really should just leave you two here. Oh and don’t worry, I found the wendigo. No thanks to you! It’s taken care of and the campers are safe.” He said.

Without taking his eyes off of you, Dean replied, “That’s my boy. Now can you help us? We’ll get you another salad on the way back to the bunker. What do ya say?”

You both turned your heads to face Sam with big smiles on your faces.

Sam helped the two of you get free then turned back toward the entrance to the cave and snapped, “Let’s go.”

“I think we’re in trouble.” You said, biting back a smile.

Dean stole another quick kiss before replying, “Well, you heard him, get goin’.”

He lightly smacked you on the ass, startling you, “HEY! Dean!”

Dean reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the car keys.

“Wanna drive, sweetheart?” He asked, dangling the keys in front of your face.

“YES!! MINE!!” You exclaimed.

A childlike smile stretched across your face as you snatched the keys away from him and ran for the entrance to the cave. Before you took off, you could have sworn Dean muttered “son of a bitch” as he started to chase after you while wondering if he made a mistake by letting you drive.

He was about to find out. It was a long drive back to the bunker.

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