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[notforyounorme]

Ominous • 1: Just breath

Dark Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

This is a dark fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given! Please DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you in any way. This is fiction, but can be disturbing to some readers. These warnings are not exhaustive, read at your own risk.

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Warnings: this fic will include content such as mention of Death, swearing

You see your mother standing next to the garage waving your way as you park the Harley behind your mothers car. She gives you the biggest smile as she walks up to you, her only daughter.

"There you are, honey. You're late! We were getting worried you wouldn't make it again." Pauline Johnson tells her daughter, giving you another quick hug. Darlene smiles as she puts her head on top of her mothers. The small woman scoffs before pulling back with a smirk. "Don't do that! You know I hate it when you show of your taller than me."

"Sorry, mom." You say as you throw a smirk your mothers way. "Couldn't help myself. Sorry, I'm late though. Len needed a hand with a new customer. Car broke down half a mile down Pine road."

You looks down at your slightly greasy hands, being a mechanic isn't the cleanest job but it sure does make her happy. And it pays the bills.

Pauline huffs. "That man needs to do his own job himself, honey."

"You know he's still rocking that brace around his wrist, mom. Means he can't quite hook the cars up right now. Not even allowed to drive. Hank drops him off every day."

"All right, all right. In you go now. Aaron and Trent probably ate half the food already. You know how your brother and uncle get, dear." Your mother tells you with a cheeky smile on her face.

You let out a laugh as you follow your mother up the pathway to the front door. With a twist of the knob the door opens 'That's weird she always locks it. No matter how far out the door she goes.' The thought runs through your head like a small headache and you simply shrug and shake it off. 'She might forgot to do it.'

The sqeek of the leather of your boots sounds through the entrance as you step inside to follow your mom, well the smell of the food, down the narrow hallway. Passing all the picture frames holding bits and pieces of her childhood and pictures of family and friends.

Pauline opens the kitchen door and steps slightly to the side so she can let her daughter pass. "Smells amazing, mom! Let me guess your famous chicken in cream sauce and garlic pasta?"

"As promised." Your mother sings. "Even put in some cream cheese. Just the way you like it." She tells your with a wink.

"Where's dad?" You asks her as she turns to face the rest the kitchen-dining room, the open space dimly lit by some candles here and there. Your eyes glance over the empty chair your father always had his ass pressed on. She looks at the two males sitting at the table. Your uncle Trent Johnson, your father's brother, taking a sip of his beer as he brings the bottle to his lips. Next to him is your younger brother, Aaron Junior, nearly breathing in the delicious pasta on his plate. Neither of them acknowledging you, your mother nor your father missing from his seat.

Suddenly your mother puts a hand on your shoulder. "Honey, what are you talking about? Your dad's been dead for months. Now grab a plate. Aaron is nearly eating all of it." She giggles.

"What?" You turn to her in shock. "What the hell you're talking about? I saw him yesterday. Don't say shit like that ,mom!"

"Don't be silly, honey. You were there when your uncle shot him right here." Your mother says as she taps her finger right between your eyes. The glint in her eyes making her look as insane as her words.

Everything feels off. A feeling of dread filling you up slowly as you once again glance around the room, which doesn't even feel the same anymore. The wallpaper slowly dropping from the walls, food rotting away and the smell of death filling your nostrils makes you gag, all the while your mother just smiles at you. "Come on now, honey. Let's eat."

Before you know what's happening, your mother grabs your head, teeth snapping beside your ear. She drags her daughter to the ground and sits on top of your body and for such a small lady she sure does have strength.

That's when you see it. The death look in your mothers eyes, like a white glaze covering her once deep honey eye colour. And the large bite mark on her neck still bleeding while her skin is rotting away. Your mother, or whatever this is, grabs a hold of your left shoulder trying to push you down while snapping her teeth as if she wants to take a bite.

Another hand on your right shoulder is the one that makes you snap your eyes open. A gasp leaving your mouth as you sit up so fast your head spins.

"Shhh... It's okay. It's just a nightmare, Pop. You're okay." Your brothers soft voice brings you back to reality. Breaths becoming more steady. "That's it. Breathe."

"I'm fine." You stutter out. The nightmare rolling to the back of your mind as you look up at your brother. "Thanks." You softly smile.

"Tell me about it."

"I'm fine, AJ. No need to worry about a silly bad dream." You huff, a scoff nearly leaving your lips at the worried look on your brothers face. You look around the small cabin you found, hidden away in the woods, looking for anything else other than your brothers worried puppy look. The only look that could make you break and cry while you need to be strong and tough for him.

Even though he is only three years younger, it doesn't mean he is any less your younger brother. Little brother even. You would always be there for AJ, protecting him even if it means risking your own life. Nothing more important than the safety of one of the two only family members you have left.

And not a day goes by where you feel regret for not being able to save your mother and father.

Aaron sighs before turning back to his book. "Unc should be back soon. He went out looking for food."

"And you let him go out alone?!"

"Like he would let me leave you here alone to go with him. You know how he gets, sis."

"Of course not! You should have woken me up then. I could have gone with him, you little douche."

"Yeah, right. Bitch." Aaron says before lifting his hand to turn a page. "This I quite the story."

"Of course it is. You've known it from the back of your hand ever since you were young, AJ." You laugh. "I mean, can't quite blame you. Harry Potter is a good book to let your mind just drift away to better places. We sure not one of those." Both of them laugh slightly to the comment.

You stand up slowly. The popping of your bones is causing chills to run down Aaron's spine. He always hated that sound. And You, being the big sister you are, always teased him by popping them on purpose. You could remember your mother scolding you while your father laughed it off. "Perfect definition of brother and sister." He always used to say.

How you missed them both.

The sudden sound of footsteps nearing the door made both of you look up. Aaron reaches for the machete laying next to him while you grab the hunting knife from it's holster on your thigh.

Three knocks, then two then four signals the two of you it's your uncle. He turns the knob slowly before opening the door and stepping in. "Good you're both up." His gruff voice says. He turns slightly to close the door behind him. Taking a deep breath in trying to catch his breath.

"You ran here? What happened?" You ask Trent. In the corner of her eyes she can see her brother standing up slowly. "Are you hurt?" But your uncle shakes his head.

"You both are never gonna believe what I found."

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Hello Everyone! Welcome to my current obsessions and fics of lamentation. I am so happy that you're here to read my unhinged fics!

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Started: 2/19/2024

Updated: 11/25/2024

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😍

[thelittleangel]

assorted physical affection headcanons

author's note: these have just been floating around my brain for a while, and I just thought I might write them down.

tags: general physical affection, male reader, can be read as gender neutral,

warnings: mentions of possessiveness, mentions of rough affection.

characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Negan.

D. Winchester

he's very affectionate, in public or not.

he will almost always have his arm around you.

he'll be holding your hand or have an arm around your shoulders.

in public, he'd kiss your forehead, your cheek, or your mouth.

when you're in private, he'd hold you very tightly.

laying on his bed, watching a movie, he'd wrap his arms around you and press a gentle kiss to your neck.

he'd hold you in a way that your head would be resting on his chest, and you’d be listening to his heartbeat.

S. Winchester

like dean, he is very affectionate in public, but with some moderation.

he'll hug you, and hold your hand, but he will rarely kiss you in public.

in private, he will keep you close.

running his fingers through your hair, holding you tightly in his arms.

He’s holding you in such a way that you’re facing each other.

All of his kisses are gentle, and passionate.

He will not escalate unless you make the first move.

Negan

In front of the Saviors, he’s very rough.

But don’t misunderstand me, this isn’t affection.

This is him saying to everyone watching, “hey, this is mine.”

In your private rooms, he’s a gentler person.

He’ll often pick you up and carry you around.

He’ll sit on the bed with you in his arms and he’ll talk to you.

He’ll ask you about your day, and what you did. He’ll tell you about his.

He’ll hold you very tightly.

His kisses in private are very soft, and gentle.

He’ll rub your back and rest your head on his shoulder.

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞!

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔! 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒚!

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓!

I'll go first...

Okay... the Governor and I are headed to Vienna to catch a show at the theatre and I'll be gifted a love letter! I love this man to bits but I'm expecting a double cross... ❤️🥀

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[jdms-flat-ass]

the feminine urge to use his nut as facelotion

[reveluving]

Girl tell me why I had a jdm dream where he asked me to do butt stuff w him and I said yeah and we enjoyed it a lot? 🤨

*sighing and taking out my card* 💳��💳💥💳💥💳

sweet velvet ; jeffrey dean morgan characters x female reader

includes: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), bits of both soft & mean!doms & loads of possessive/lovestruck JDM chars!

a/n: I could never get this ask out of my head since, is all I can say to y'all hsjdhssk PLEASE, I can't thank you enough for feeding into my JDM thirst, and I encourage y'all reading this to do the same because I can never get enough of this man UGHHH and pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ❤️

fancy reading something new? check out my full m.list!

char. include: joe kessler (the boys), negan smith (twd), max (the resident '11), john winchester (supernatural, hear me out), ike evans (magic city), patrick sullivan (the accidental husband), & luke vaughn (heist 2015)!

smut includes: husband!jdm char., unprotected s~ex (p/fingers in v), size kink, plugs (on f!reader), spitting k~ink, cunnilingus & a~ss eating, stockings/heels, c~ckwarming, mirror k~ink, edging, mentions of overstimulation and sq~uirting. each and every one of them is just obsessed with you!!

If you thought his obsession over your height difference was ridiculous, think again because he could never get enough of your ass.

Regardless of your JDM men of choice, there is no doubt their obsession with your ass is unreal. Without a doubt that each and every one of them eats like it would be their last moments on earth. Loving the sloppy mess of both their spit and your juices, not only mixing and dribbling down their chin and facial hair, but especially down to your tight hole.

Negan, John, Kessler, and Max, the nastiest men in the bunch, would buy you one or more of those gem plugs because there has never been a more gorgeous sight than you writhing on top of them as they teasingly run the cool plug along your tight hole. All while condescendingly mirroring your parted lips while you’re desperately trying not to move so much upon their command, a creamy white ring now visible at the base. 

There is just something so bewitching about seeing a sex toy that is almost so innocent-looking being enough to have you clenching so hard around them.

Or they would have you on your back, flicking their tongue along your sopping lips before descending to the plug you’re gripping hard on. Licking around the gem and teasing your sensitive skin around it while holding your legs over their shoulders. 

Occasionally pulling the toy out just a little and seeing you pucker before pushing it back in with a groan that’ll send shivers down your spine.

Wrap your thighs around their head or roll your hips into their face all you want, being smothered by their pretty girl this way, to them, would be the best way to go there is.

Ike, the man of all things fancy, is all about romance. He adores building the tension up, standing behind you and running his hands up and down your sides, groaning as he gets a whiff of the tantalizing smell of your favourite perfume spritzed just behind your ear. If there’s music, he will sway to the sultry beat with you, reminding you like he does every day, how much of a lucky son of a gun he is to have you, and how much he needs you.

He wants you at your most comfortable, and he wants you to let it all out for him: no muffling, no shying away, and absolutely no hiding. If the entirety of Miami can marvel upon you like an angel on earth, then he, your dearest husband, can most certainly do the same, and way more, just like you deserve. 

Models or showgirls don’t even hold a candle to you when he can have you in just stockings and/or a garter belt with heels. While he loves you in both everything and nothing, but with just heels and stockings? Fuck, he doesn’t think even the strongest liquor could get him this drunk and enchanted as he is with you.

He knows that looming over you at the foot of the bed will have you squirming on your back already. Plus, missionary is only boring if you make it boring, not when Ike would hold your legs over his shoulder, barely concealing his dazed state for you by kissing your ankles, moving his hips with vigour to hear your moans peak at every thrust. 

Patrick, kinky as he is passionate, strives to incorporate both, especially for your pleasure. So what’s sexier than cockwarming and mirror sex? To be able to easily see both your eyes rolling back and the sight of himself buried inside you is the cherry on top, especially after a hard day’s work as a frontliner. 

He would hold you against him, the fine hairs on his chest tickling your back as he plants soft kisses along your neck. Infuriatingly reminding you to keep your eyes on the mirror, whether by a whisper or a subtle grip on your thighs, knowing it gets you more bratty and impatient by the second. 

If Patrick is a little more on the passionate side, then Luke falls more on the kinky end. He yearns for you 24/7 and it amplifies when he is either stressed or when he sees you bond with his daughter so well. 

Whether you're standing chest to chest with his hands cupping your cheeks or holding you to his side as an act of protection, his hand is on the small of your back and lingering just inches away from your rear. The fact that physical touch, being one of, if not, his most major love language is definitely a sign.

Similar to the first three, Luke will not be able to stop smiling ever so smugly whenever you jerk and squirm, hoping he'd spare you the relentless teasing, and once he does, he would lick a stripe along your pussy and nipping at your clit between his lips while prodding his middle finger at that very spot.

Sloppy and desperate to make you cum on his tongue while pushes another finger into you, smiling against your back arches so beautifully.

a/n: how many jdmorgan characters did I want in this, you may ask? yes! and this is me holding back! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Y/N: You’re alright for an old guy

Rick: *offended* I’m not really that old

Y/N: You keep telling yourself that

[notforyounorme]

Ominous • Prologue

Dean Winchester x Female!reader

This is a dark fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given! Please DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you in any way. This is fiction, but can be disturbing to some readers. These warnings are not exhaustive, read at your own risk.

Taglist under keep reader!

Series masterlist | Main Masterlist

Warnings: this fic will include content such as swearing, death, mention of blood

The way the things walks your way, was scaring you. Their limping decaying bodies moving closer. Arms, or at least what was left of them, up and the hands trying to grab you.

The dumpster wasn't going to hold you much longer and you knew as it kept wobbling the more you pushed yourself againt the wall of the alleyway it was against. You could hear your name being called from a distance. Yet you didn't dare to yell back, too afraid you would draw more of those things their attention. You tried to climb over the wall but the ledge was to high to reach on your tippy toes and you knew for sure that if you jumped the whole dumpster would either collapse of fall over. And you’re not ready to became those things their next meal.

The one it front of you catches your attention again as It's mouth snaps near your ankle. Trying to bite wherever it can reach. Fuck. It's hand now grabbing around your right foot, nails digging in the leather of your boots. It’s nimble boney fingers tugging on it, trying to yank you of your feet. But they stop as soon as a bullet pierces theough it's skull, thick blood splashing on your boots. The gunshot rang, bouncing of the brick walls and it made you look up from your feet. Now no longer afraid of the things surrounding you, well maybe a little bit, but for whoever fired their gun.

A man shoots the things from across the alley you’re in. Bodies hitting the ground around you but you pay them no mind. You look at the stranger. A new threat. His long hair and tall frame made him look intimidating, to say the least. He just saved your life, yes, but at what cost. Your eyes scan his frame. Flannel shirt, brown jacket, jeans and boots. He seemed normal enough, but you knew better than to piss off a stranger. And yet a nagging voice in your head is telling you to give him a piece of mind for using his gun. For all you know he could have drawn the attention of other lurkers.

The man glances over his left shoulder looking around the corner. "Clear." His voice a little deep. He turns his head back and looks at you, who is still standing on that damned dumpster, a small smile appears on his lips. He looked polite. It could be a trap though.

Suddenly another man walks around the corner. He was a little shorter than the other but still tall. His hair short and his face hard. He looks up at you with a glare on his face. And yet a glint appears in his eyes, a mocking one, as he sees what your is standing on. But you don’t quite pay attention to it as you give him a once over. He looks even more intimidating. The way he holds himself, standing tall, like he demands respect from everyone. They both wear pretty much the same, though his plaid shirt and leather jacket look like they had seen better days with all the blood splattered on it.

You stand as still as you can. Still not sure if they either would kill you or not. Your eyes watching their every movement, fear sinking into your bones. You had firsthand seen what people can do. And it ain’t pretty. You try to stand more on your right leg which was pulled up after the blood hit it. It makes the dumpster wobble and lean more in its right direction and it makes you freeze again, trying not to fall of it.

The tallest of them both shifts closer as if to catch you before you fall then looks back to the other man with raised eyebrows. And the way they silently communicate with each other gives you the creeps. A chill runs down your spine as the short haired man lifts his lips up in a smirk. 'Double Fuck.' you think. 'I got saved by the wrong ones.'

All hair on your body stands up as your eyes darts the alleyway your in. No escape, this is it.

Your hair gets in your eyes as a slight breeze comes down the ally way and you had to blink a couple of times to get it out. When you do, the two males make their way over to you, slow and steady. Bit too stealthy for your liking. The shirt ones gun still clutched into his hand and it makes you realize he would shoot before you had the change to speak if he had to.

"You okay? Any scratches or bites?" The tallest asks you, slight concern in his voice. Though as you look at him, you can only see his hard eyes looking back at you cautiously. Eyes going over every ridge of your body before to come back up to your eyes.

"I'm fine." You mumble. You take a slight step forward and try to climb of the unsteady dumpster. "Thanks for the help though." You tell them as your try to remain calm.

Your foot tries to reach the ground and just as it does, the dumpster moves. One of the wheels breaks and the side slams in to the ground. The movement causes you to hit your head against the top of it, hard. You let out a hiss in pain as you try to stand steadily on your feet when they hit the concrete. The tickling feeling of blood dripping down the side of your face makes you huff in annoyance. One hand moves over the brush it away from your eyes as the sting wasn’t the worst. You blink as the throbbing starts and you take a deep breath.

"Carefull there, sweatheart." The short haired guy says. You turns your head to him and give him a sarcastic smile to which he scoffs and send a glare your way. You turn your head to look at the other guy and back at him. Stars shining around their heads.

"Well, boys. I gotta go." You try to swiftly move around the pair. Your sight begins to fill with black dots. The two look at you with slight concern on their faces. “Thanks but-.” Your eyes roll back into your head as you stumble on your feet.

And then you fall to the ground.

Taglist:

@deangirl96

[fandom-shiet]

JEFFERY DEAN MORGAN HAS NO BUSINESS LOOKING SO FUCKING FINE FOR A MAN. NO. BUSINESS.

[madzzz0797]

Incorrect quotes:

Character: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Reader: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me!!

Character: König, Price, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Dean Winchester, Kakashi Hatake, Erwin, your favorite character.

[ghostboneswrites2]

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A Daryl Dixon Fanfic Challenge

Welcome back, fellow Dixon fiends, to yet another mediocre challenge from yours truly. 🩸

This challenge is (obviously) in honor of spooky season, so let’s jump right in! 👻

How to participate:

Simply select a prompt from below the cut and get to writing! 🔪 Be aware, each prompt has a unique set of challenges!

🩸Deadline is October 31!

🩸Winners will be announced in the second week of November!

Once you’ve completed your story, just post it, tag me, and tag the post #ddhh so I can find them all easily!

Rules:

Daryl Dixon x Reader only!

500 word minimum*

5k word maximum*

Must be able to stand alone!

Can be part of an ongoing series, but again, must be able to stand alone without outside context.

Writers may only enter one story from one prompt.

Please clarify which prompt you chose somewhere on your post.

* minimum & maximum word counts are approximate!

Prizes & Results:

Each prompt category will have one winner each.

Results will be decided via polls beginning in the first week of November.

🩸Each poll will be up for voting for 7 days.

🩸Winners will be announced in the second week of November.

The winner from each prompt will:

🩸Be tagged in an honorary winner post!

🩸Have one story of their choosing linked to every fic I post + my masterlist until December 31, 2024.

Prompts:

Choose wisely! Each prompt has its own unique set of kill counts, quotes, advantages, and challenges.

Here is a key for reference:

Kill Count: Mandatory number of deaths.

Setting/Era: Mandatory setting/era.

Quote: A line that must be included in your dialogue.

Challenge: Something that may make a prompt harder than the others.

Advantage: Something that may make the prompt easier than the others.

Slasher

summary: A classic, gory horror trope! Someone in the group has gone insane! The horrors of the post-apocalyptic world has driven them mad! They’re killing everyone! Who are they? Why have they done this? Who will survive?

setting/era: must be set either in Alexandria or the Prison

kill count: 4 to 8 kills

quote: “How could you?”

challenge: The killer must be a canon character from your chosen era, and your kills must also be canon characters from your chosen era. Killer cannot be Daryl or Reader. Killer also cannot be a canonical villain (like the Governor, Termites, Negan, Alpha, etc.)

advantage: Kills can be done with any weapon of choice, to any character of choice.

Supernatural

summary: A (supernatural creature of your choice) is terrorizing and killing off members of the group. What is it? What does it look like? How does it kill? More importantly, how will the survivors kill it?

setting/era: The Greene Farm

kill count: 3 to 5 kills

quote: “What the fuck is it?!” / “Dead, as soon as o figure out how.”

challenge: Supernatural creature cannot be a ghost, demon, or other spirit of any kind.

advantage: Your supernatural creature can be a classic (werewolf, vampire, wendigo, etc) or it can be something completely original and unexplainable. This gives freedom to describe your monster with as much/little detail as you please.

Paranormal

summary: A paranormal force has made its presence known and brought pain and terror upon its victims. Maybe it’s a demonic possession taking over one of the survivors, maybe it’s an angry spirit taking its home back. You decide!

setting/era: —

kill count: —

quote: “Kill it!” / It’s already dead!” / “So are the walkers!”

challenge: Your paranormal entity must not be visible to the human eye, creating an extra layer of difficulty for the survivors.

advantage: Kills are optional. No mandatory setting/era.

FAQ

Do major characters have to die (like Rick, Carol, etc) or do minor characters (like Olivia, Axel, etc) count towards the kill count as well?

Anyone can die!

Can my supernatural creature be anything that isn’t a ghost or spirit?

Yes! Could even be an alien!

Can I write a story for multiple prompts and only use one for the challenge?

Sure! You can even post them! Just be sure to specify which one you’d like to enter in the challenge, even if you do so by just sending me a message.

For the Slasher prompt, who qualifies as a villain?

Good question. Lots of morally gray characters on TWD, so it can be hard to decide who’s a villain and who’s just an asshole. For our purposes, let’s say Negan, Alpha, the Termites, and the Governor are the villains that are off limits.

Credits:

dividers from: @sister-lucifer

I do not own TWD and its characters, blah blah blah.

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[royaltysuite]

I miss 'em..... I should write them...😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[vigilante-3073]

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Hold Me Part 2

Apology Flowers

Helping Hand

My Love Mine All Mine

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Cuddle For Warmth

Tree-hugger Part 2 Part 3

James Wilson x Female Reader

Blue Or Pink?

Cancer

Loss & Grief

Wedding Bells Or Separations?

Pretty In Pink

Distance

Insecurities

Infertility

Internships & Relationships

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Ink

Snooze

Love Story

Fast Car

Figure You Out Part 2

Jason Kolchek x Female Reader

Chemistry

Carlisle Cullen x Female Reader

Diamonds

Edward Cullen x Female Reader

Daddy's Credit Card (Platonic) Part 2 Part 3

Harm

Rosalie Hale x Emmett Cullen x Female Reader

Mouse

Logan Howlett x Female Reader

Flowers In Bloom

Slice Of Heaven

Ultraviolence

Evan Buckley x Female Reader

All Those Who Go Unnoticed

[jdms-flat-ass]

And his dick was ticklish 🤭