Summary: Negan finds out the reader is self-harming and decides to help her in an unexpected way.
Warnings: Negan fluff, self harm, insomnia, depression, self-depreciation, talks of suicide, I’m missing shit so read at your own risk please. P L E A S E. negan is far off character and super fluff so ya, lots of curse words maybe, i dunno i write these warnings before i write the fic
For: Abuse / Mental Health
If you ever need help please contact someone you trust or local law enforcement.
You rolled around in your bed, one of the lucky ones to have your own place. It was the second night in a row you couldn’t sleep. You decided to get up and go to work early, getting ahead of schedule. You walked to Negan’s place, looking around. You smiled to yourself, sighing at the same time. I mean, if you aren’t gonna be able to sleep, you might as well do something productive.
Admittedly, his place was pretty neat. You didn’t expect him to be so clean. You began collecting his bloodied and torn laundry from his bathroom and bedroom. You grabbed the wash bucket, filling it with water, sticking some lavender in it to help keep the bugs away from Negan while at work. You spent hours scrubbing his clothing, just as the sun came up and you were hanging Negan’s clothes up to dry, you heard the door open.
You walked in to greet Negan, smiling big, but obviously tired. “Shit, doll, you scared the fuck outta me!” Negan slammed his stuff down and grinned at you. “What in the fuck are you doing here doll?” You got him some of his clothes you washed a few days ago that were already dry. “Working,” you handed him the laundry, “here, go change so I can wash your clothes.” He shook his head, admiring you.
He started stripping and you rolled your eyes turning around. “You’re here very early, Y/N, why?” You sighed, “Just wanting to pick up extra shifts, get some extra points ya know?”
“Do you need something? I could help ya know, you do work for me.” You picked up Negan’s clothes and added them to the wash bucket. You started scrubbing, Negan pouring himself a drink. “No, Negan, it’s alright, I can work just like everyone else can.” Negan sighed, pouring you a glass as well, “Like everyone else can? That’s a fucking joke right? You’re here when I get back from a run gone wrong at fucking daybreak. How many people do you think work day and fuckin’ night, Y/N?”
You sighed, finishing scrubbing, you rung out his clothing, “Damn, Negan, you think you could limit the blood on clothes from now on?” He didn’t miss a beat, knowing very well that you ignored him, “That’s what I thought doll,” he caressed your arm. You jerked away, not wanting Negan to find out about the habit you held. You rushed to hang Negan’s clothes up, ready to bolt before he would put two and two together.
“Shit, doll, sorry, you okay?” He followed you, poking at pulling up your sleeve. You jerked away from him again, “Yes, I just don’t like being touched.” Negan scoffed, grabbing your waist, “Bullshit, you love my fucking hugs.”
It wasn’t that Negan didn’t like you, you just didn’t want to be surrounded by his perfect wives. You sighed, leaning into him, nodding. “Come on darlin’ tell me what’s wrong,” he rubbed your back, pulling your sleeve up. That slick mother fucker always knows how to distract you. You jumped back from him, quickly making your way to the door.
“Y/N, what the fuck was that, I know you know I saw that shit!” You opened his door, tears welling in your eyes. He barked something to Simon, who was now standing in your way. You backed up, slamming the door in Simon’s face. “Negan, it’s none of your concern, you can’t just keep me locked up.” Negan wrapped his arms around your waist, “Y/n, doll, let,” he continued holding you while you squirmed, “me,” he picked you up and carried you to the couch, “help.”
Negan held you while you told him what had been troubling your mind, then he shushed you to sleep. He wanted to truly help. He watched you sleep for hours, ignoring every radio attempt made, even from Simon. He knew that you needed him the most right now, and that was okay, you were what he needed too.
You rolled over on Negan, not remembering what was going on, you carefully sat up, suddenly realizing you were in different clothes and your cuts were patched up. You sighed, holding your face in your hands. You got up and started putting your own clothes back on, getting ready to walk out. “Wait just a second doll,” Negan was awake, great.
“What?” You snapped, instantly regretting it. “We have to talk about this, I won’t just pretend I don’t know. Let me help, Y/n.” You were fuming, “I don’t need your help, Negan, I’ve got this.” Negan sighed, “It’s not that fucking easy Y/N.” You sighed, “It is, and when I don’t got it, it’ll all be over, simple as that.” With that, you walked out, you were not Negan’s responsibility, you weren’t one of his wives, and you weren’t even that important to Negan’s crew.
A few days later, you were heading to back to Negan’s to do see if he had accumulated more laundry. It was best to do it regularly, or you’d get caught up in it. Negan greeted you at the door, smiling at you, holding a radio in his hand. “Mornin’ doll,” you smiled at him, he seemed to be in a good mood today. “Morning Negan,” you started collecting laundry, but Negan stopped you.
“Let me see, Y/N,” you looked at him confused, “let me see them, Y/n, please.” You sighed looking down, but you pulled your sleeves up, revealing fresh bright red lines, some deeper than others, some patched up. Negan looked physically hurt, that’s when you pulled your sleeves down, turning away from him, and continuing with your work.
He grabbed you gently, careful to not hurt you, but enough to get your attention. He grabbed your hand softly, turning it face up. He put the radio in your hand, “On channel nine you’ll always reach me, if you can’t fuckin’ sleep, if you want to fuckin’ hurt, if you feel fuckin’ overwhelmed, if you need fuckin’ company, channel nine reaches me, okay?”
You grabbed the radio, a lifeline, and smiled. “Okay, I guess it’s a step.” Negan smiled and hugged you, “Damn fucking straight it is!” You smiled and hugged him back, he told you goodbye and left for the run and that was that. You felt lighter, not so alone. It was a good feeling, one you hadn’t had in awhile.
That very night you were laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling, mind racing when you heard the radio go off. “Heya, Y/N, you’re still up aren’t you?” You smiled, picking up the radio, “Yeah, I am.” Negan chuckled over the radio, “Alright, my little night owl, how was your day?”
“Negan, what’re you doing?”
“Checking in on you, doll.” Negan had a sweet side, you knew that, but why was he sharing it with you?
“It was just like any other,” you sighed, “can’t sleep.” Negan was quiet for a minute, then he started his monologue. “You know, I know this girl, feisty and stubborn. Hardest fuckin’ working woman I’ve ever known. Somehow in the zombie apocalypse she still manages to make fuckin’ blood soaked clothes clean and smelling good. That fuckin’ lavender shit, man, gets me every time. She has the softest fucking’ skin-” you were finally dozing in and out of sleep, “smile for fuckin’ days-”
Over the next few weeks you and Negan talked a lot, he was really trying to help, and he was doing a really good job, sometimes you were scared to lean on him though, which complicated things. You heard your radio beep as your razor curled around your skin, blood pouring from the thin slices. “Oh my little night owl, where’d you fly off too?” You took a deep breath, dropping the razor and picking up the radio. “Negan.” Instantly, he responded, sensing the pain in your voice, “I’m there.” And he was, in less that sixty seconds flat.
“Oh, Y/n, my little night owl,” he put his arms under your legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “shhhh little night owl, I’ve got you, you’re so strong.” You whimpered, you didn’t feel strong, you felt like you had no strength.
Negan sat you down on your bed, kneeling in front of you, he picked up his radio, switched it to channel eight, “Carson, Night Owl Protocol.” Your eyes were filled with tears, “I’m sorry Negan, I’m sorry,” your chest started tightening, breathing fast and heavy. “Shhh, my strong little night owl,” he slowly caressed your face, “honey, you gotta breathe okay, it’s okay, it’s a slip up, it happens.” You shook your head, “I’m not strong Negan, I’m not strong, I-I’m not,” you kept shaking your head.
At this moment Carson walked in, observing your disheveled appearance, he instantly felt a pang of empathy. Negan moved behind you, put a leg on either side of you, his head in the crook of your neck, rocking you back and forth. Carson gently grabbed your arm, cleaning it gently. “You know, little night owl,” Negan rubbed circles on your stomach, “it’s gonna be okay.” You shook your head, not wanting to speak. “You are strong, Y/n, slip ups happen, it’s okay, you don’t have to be scared, I’m not mad, nobody is mad. Sometimes to go forward, you must go back.”
You leaned into Negan, the pain in your arm numb. “I’m sorry, Carson, it’s really okay, I can do this, I don’t want to take you away from work.” Carson held your arm in place, “It’s alright, Y/n,” he smiled up at you, “this is kind of what I’m here for. It needs looked at though, you went pretty deep on a few of these, I’m worried about infection.” You closed your eyes, “I’m sorry.” Negan shook his head, “None of that now, Night Owl.”
Once Carson left, you sighed. He put five stitches in your arm, he was probably overreacting, you’d seen worse. Negan picked you up and carried you to his place after Carson was done. Once he sat you down, you saw the blood you’d left on the back of his shirt. You started panicking, going up behind him and taking hist shirt straight off of him, he laughed not realizing why. You grabbed a rag and scrubbed the blood off of his neck and he caught on. “I’m sorry,” you cried, “I didn’t even think.” You started a bucket to scrub his shirt but he stopped you.
He gently grabbed the sides of your face, “Night owl, look at me,” you couldn’t make eye contact with him, “Y/n, now.” Your eyes met his and all you were met with was softness. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he kissed your forehead, Negan who smashed faces in, kissed your forehead, “remember, backwards to go forwards.” He took you to the bed and you laid there with him for hours. After he finally got you to sleep, Negan just watched you. He wanted to help you, so bad, he was so worried about you.
Negan moved you into his place after a few months, your radio chatter was always at maximum and the Night Owl Protocol was used at minimum. Negan helped you learn that sometimes to go forward you need to go back. You weren’t always okay, but it was always going to be okay.
Summary: Lucifer finds the reader and takes a liking to her. Reader has some issues though
Warnings: excessive drinking (alcoholism), abusive ex, anxiety, depression?? kind of off character Luci and Maze, really fluffy, I’m missing shit I know, reader at your own risk (RAYOR)
A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’ve been really sick and still am, but I also started school back. Thank you guys for showing love and sticking with me.
For: Abuse / Mental Health
If you ever need help please contact someone you trust or local law enforcement.
May
Lux, your new found home. It was one of the safest clubs in the city, you have come to love it and the workers there. You’d been having some troubles lately, so you were a frequent customer. You knew you shouldn’t be going down this road again, but it felt so right. You smiled as the bartender handed you another drink and you went back to your booth. You always loved watching the people, it was the most interesting thing you’d been doing all month. You made eye contact with a very handsome man. He’d seemed to be interested in you so you were very disappointed when he didn’t join you.
You went back more and more, until finally you were there every night. You had become closely acquainted to the staff there, especially Maze. You had come to known that the handsome man you saw a few weeks ago was Lucifer Morningstar. Maze had talked highly of him, and you were very interested. After getting completely blasted on a Wednesday night, Maze grew concern for you. You were a compassionate, yet damaged, person, she had been in hell long enough to know you didn’t deserve whatever was troubling you.
June
It became regular for Maze to get you home. She would make sure you arrived there safely and would even check in the next morning on you. Maze had become quite good friends with you, after all the good doctor did tell her she needed to make more. She always new something was off about you, but you would never mention it. You always wanted to talk about other things or play games. You never wanted to bother anyone with any of your problems.
You had been running a very long time. Los Angeles was the fourth city you had moved to. Your ex was the possessive, abusive kind. You had filed multiple restraining order against him, changed your phone number several times and moved cities, but somehow, with his police connections no doubt, he managed to find you eventually. You knew that all he had to do was find your phone number and it was on to another city.
July 4th
It was like you literally lived there. When the club wasn’t open and you weren’t working, you were there. When it was open, you were definitely there. You liked to hang out with Maze, although you didn’t see much of Lucifer since he was stuck up Chloe’s ass. He had noticed you though, and you had had several conversations, but Maze liked to keep you away from him, until a fateful fourth of July party.
Maze was gone, running an errand for Lucifer you were sure. You knew that she always tried to be back at Lux before Lucifer could do much damage, but not tonight. Lucifer made sure of it. Lucifer sat down next to you, and boy were you hopeless, you were already at least eight drinks in. “Well, well, well, puppet. Seems I’ve caught you all by yourself.” You giggled at Lucifer, you really did like him, you never understood why Maze kept you away from him. “You did, did you? Aside from the other hundred people in here right?” You giggled even harder, starting on your ninth drink, maybe tenth, who cares?
Lucifer caught your eyes, staring intently at you. You sucked in a deep breath, intoxicated further by his gaze. “Tell me Y/N, what is your deepest darkest desire?” Your lock was broken and you finished your drink. “Well, Lucy, it seems that it would be to get another drink.” You giggled and raised your hand for another, laughing as your hand instantly fell back down, but you knew that you’d get one. “Ah, now Y/N, it much be something much more than that,” he squabbled as he raised his own hand to get more drinks.
“Nope, not really, just to-” you hiccuped a few times, “to get totally wasted.” You got bored with having to order drinks and attempted to get up but were unfortunately a bit too inebriated to do so. Lucifer caught you and sat you back down, “Maybe you should slow down Y/N, as much as I like intoxicated company, there is such a thing as too much.” You sighed, slapping his hands off of you. “Listen here Lucifer, either you,” you swirled your finger at him, “go get the bottle or I do, and me and you both know I can’t ya know,” you moved your fingers in a walking motion on the table. You giggled and laid back, closing your eyes temporarily.
You woke up in a huge bed. No person should have a bed this big. Your head was pounding, but you were used to hangovers. You looked at your surroundings, no person to be seen. That’s when you realized that you were still at Lux, probably in Lucifer’s room. You climbed out of bed, and thats when you realized you were not in your clothes. You decided to walk downstairs and greet Maze, instead you found Lucifer and Maze.
Maze gaped at you, then instantly turned red. “Lucifer, I will fucking kill you if you fucked her!” He put his hands up defensively, “I did nothing of the such! I was very modest actually! I’m baffled that you think I would take advantage of the lovely Y/N.” You scrunched your face at him and poured yourself a shot of whiskey. You turned it back, “Oh shut it Lucy.” You laid on the counter haphazardly and sighed. “Maze, take me home.” She rubbed your back, “Sure thing, Y/N/N.” Lucifer jumped up, “No, no, no, allow me Y/n.” Lucifer and Maze exchanged looks and Maze finally relented, you shrugged and began walking towards the door.
The drive back to your apartment was silent. You kept your eyes closed, head back, letting the air conditioner sooth your miserable body. When you arrived you allowed Lucifer to walk you to your door, but he refused to go ahead and leave, pushing himself inside your door instead. You sighed when you realized he followed you.
You froze once you made it five steps in the door. Your heart started beating out of your chest. Your skin growing cold. The hairs on your neck standing at attention. Your ears ringing, breath hitching in your throat. You were shaking, your body filled with fear. Your entire place was trashed. You knew what this was. Who this was.
You begin moving frantically, ignoring the confused shouts coming from Lucifer. You grab your suitcase, frantically throwing clothes into it. You freeze when Lucifer says Chloe’s name. “No!” Your eyes fill with tears, and you begin to breathe rapidly. “No, no police please!” You start sobbing, beginning to frantically pack again. Lucifer is taken back, he’s never seen a human this upset. This scared. Not one as humble as you. Sure he knew you had a past, obviously or you wouldn’t spend your nights drinking yourself to an oblivion.
“Y/n,” he tried, regaining his composure. You were still hyperventilating, panicked of what was coming, he’d never been this close, he didn’t even warn you this time. No text, no call. You couldn’t feel your fingers. Taking a moment to try and think. You couldn’t, words weren’t forming. You turned to Lucifer and grabbed his biceps. “Run.” Your world went black.
You regained consciousness on your couch. Lucifer dabbing a cold rag on your forehead. You shot up, ready to leave before your ex found you and not just your apartment. “Y/N, stop.” Lucifer commanded and for some reason, you sat back down. “What exactly is going on?” You sighed, “I need to leave Lucy, I’m not safe anymore.” Lucifer laughed at this, actually laughed.
“Honey, didn’t Maze brief you? I’m Lucifer. The bloody Devil himself. If you’re safe with anyone, it would be me.” You sighed, shaking your head. “No, Lucy, you don’t get it. M-my ex, he’s not- I get that you think you’re a badass, but he- he’s evil. He’s untouchable.” Lucifer scoffed, “Okay, I’m going to act like that didn’t hurt my ego,” he got up to make you a cup of coffee. “We have Chloe, surely if he’s this bad, she can help.” Your face became panicked, “No, No Lucifer, you don’t understand, he’s part of the force.” Lucifer handed you a cup of coffee, “Okay, then let’s use Maze.” You sighed, “No, Lucifer, this isn’t your problem, it’s mine.”
You sat the coffee cup down, getting up to start packing. “Y/N, is this what you want, what you really want?’’ You sighed, a sob escaping your lips. “I don’t have another option Lucifer.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around you from behind, a human attempt at comfort. He was shocked when you turned to him and cried. “I want to be free Lucifer. I want to be free.” He felt anger boiling in his skin and looked towards the ceiling, his eyes lashing red. “Then I will handle it.”
Warnings- fluff, SMUT- P in V, praise kink kinda, Mentions of past abuse, swearing cause Negan, duh
Word count- 1,350
A/N- HoLy FuCk this has taken way too fucking long to upload. I’m sorry, I’m a fucking idiot. I hope you enjoy this, there will be a part 5. I give you my word. Let me know if you wanna be tagged when I upload in the future, If you only want to be tagged for certain types of fics, let me know what kind. Anyway, enjoy! Xo
Read the first part here, the second here and the third here.
Summary: The Reader is having her downtime to calm her anxiety and fears and big ol’ fucking Sam interrupts
Warnings: pure fucking fluff but also anxiety and foul language, ddlg
A/N: Please don’t be mean over this fic. Source for the goodness that can come from healthy BDSM. It quotes, “This research suggests that engaging in kink can lead to empowerment and self-actualization.”
For: Abuse / Mental Health
If you ever need help please contact someone you trust or local law enforcement.
“What a fucking hunt, huh?” You threw your bag on the couch, going to the refrigerator a pulling out three beers. You sat on one of the stools in the kitchen, Sam and Dean taking a beer for themselves, Sam wrapping his arm around your waist. “Yeah, tell me about it.” You smiled at him, enjoying his warmth and comfort. “Alright, I’m going to go take a shower,” Sam muttered, not missing your pout, Dean grunted in agreement. Just as you heard the two boys go into their respective bathrooms you raced to your room.
You locked your door behind you, starting a bubble bath for yourself, jumping with glee. You pulled the trunk out from your bed, pulling out your necklace that holds the key you unlocked it to reveal your biggest secret. You pulled out the dinosaur covered purple bottle and your hidden bottle of merlot, swiftly pouring it, filling your bottle. You pull out your bag of bath toys and your favorite piggy pacifier and plop it in your mouth. Quietly humming to yourself as you headed into the adjoined bathroom, starting your bathroom cartoons on the small television Sam mounted to your wall last month.
Laying back against your freestanding tub you sighed, taking the paci out and drinking some of your wine. The hunt was hard and you needed to unwind. You picked up your phone, opening up the app Alpaca World to enjoy some quality downtime. After about half an hour you sighed to yourself. On days like these it was hard, hard hunts and coming home to do everything yourself and having nobody to take care of you was exhausting. You needed this downtime to relax, but it was hard when you had to be so big.
Hey baby, where you at?
You smiled at your telephone, wishing that you could tell him but it was so scary, you hadn’t told many people, you figured they wouldn’t understand. You loved Sam and you hoped one day he could be your daddy, but you just didn’t know.
Hiya! I’m still in the bath, enjoying some of my special wine.
Want me to come join you?
No, I’m alright, need to relax after today’s hunt.
Okay, if you’re sure, I’ll head to bed, I love you babygirl.
You giggled, feeling tipsy, playing with Octocop who save Gaterboy from Landlegs. After a few minutes and another bottle you laid back, letting the water slowly drain so you could refill with warm water. You popped your paci back in your mouth and put some more bubbles in the bath before turning back to your cartoons. The We Bare Bears theme song seemed to be a lullaby to your exhausted and overworked brain.
The next thing you know Sam is screaming your name and turning the faucet off. You immediately panic, the paci falling from your mouth into the tub, pushing the bottle from the side of the tub into the tub in an attempt to hide the most vulnerable part of yourself. You scrambled out of the tub, quickly wrapping in a towel and tears springing to your eyes when you realized you were standing in two inches of water.
“I-I’m so sorry Sam,” your tears freely flowing now, “I-I’ll clean it up, I promise, j-just let me get dressed.” You were moving frantically now, a quickened pace trying to move past Sam who followed your sobbing figure. “Y/N, baby, it’s okay I’m not mad.” You nodded, “I-I must’ve drank too much,” you felt so guilty, you had made a huge mess and you had no idea how Sam would react. He walked back into the bathroom, you assumed to let the tub out or asses damage.
Sam walked back into your bedroom while you were sliding your shorts on. Your crying had not stopped, only accelerated. Sam tapped your shoulder, you quickly rubbed your eyes, opening your mouth to say something but being quickly filled with something. Then it hits you. Your pacifier. Your hand is greeted by your bottle and your eyes are met with Sam’s smile. Then you started sobbing harder.
Sam encased you in a hug, grabbing your thighs to hold you. He sat gently against your bed, hands running through your hair. “Shh, shh, shh little one, daddy is not mad at you. It was an accident, right?” Sam felt a pang of guilt as you sobbed harder. You nodded in response, lifting your head to look at him, but your face was dripping with fear. Sam gently removed the pacifier from your mouth, shushing you when you followed his pull.
“Babygirl, what in the world are you so afraid of?” Sam held your hands, waiting for you to breathe. “I-I,” you sniffled, “I-I was afraid y-you would want me, a-and then I was b-bad.” Your sentence came off in sobs, getting worse when you insulted yourself. Sam was instantly crippled by your insult, “Listen here little girl,” your attention was fully on him, “did I ever once give you the impression that you couldn’t trust me?” You shook your head, eyeing your pacifier, he reached it back into your mouth, you hummed and bounced a little. “Now, do you think you could enjoy the rest of your bottle and some more cartoons while I clean that mess up?” You took the pacifier out of your mouth, “I’ll clean it, I will, I will, I can be good!” you sniffled, trying to get up but Sam stopping you. “You already are good baby. You’re a good girl. I will clean it, you stay here and rest baby.” You nodded and he put your cartoons on.
When he was done he laid down with you, you snuggled into him. You had a very long conversation with Sam about how he found out about this lifestyle. College apparently, and it was more common than you thought. Sam had spotted your little side before Dean did, but he never mentioned it to Dean until Dean himself brought it up. He figured you didn’t even know so he was going to slowly bring it up to you piece by piece. You couldn’t help but cuddle more into him.
“S-so does that mean you w-want to be my d-daddy?” Sam chuckled a little bit, rubbing small circles on your back. “Of course, I do baby, you’re the bestest baby I do believe I’ve ever seen.” You blushed, your entire face turning a bright red. You hid your face in his neck, although it was pointless, he gently grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He kissed your pacifier, three times in quick succession, making you giggle.
He peppered kisses all over your face, making you laugh so hard your pacifier fell out. You instantly started crying, but he quickly put it back in your mouth. You continued too pout and whimper as you rubbed your eyes. “Aww, my poor baby, someone ready for bed huh?” You shook your head gently, but your eyes were already closed. “Goodnight my sweet girl.” He kissed the top of your head as you drifted to sleep.
You woke up to Sam’s arm around your waist. You immediately starting crying. Sam woke up almost instantly, wrapping you in a moose burrito. He shushed you and you giggled a little. “What’s so funny baby?” You giggled again, “I-I wanted you up and now y-you’re up?” Sam looked at you amused. “Already spoiled rotten I see?” You nodded proudly, getting up with Sam’s disapproval. “S-Saaaaammmm,” you started but when he raised his eyebrows you restated, “d-daddyyy, I have to potttttyyyyy.” He giggled, letting your hand go, smiling at you. “C-can you pick out my outfit for today?” You didn’t give him time to respond before shutting the bathroom door.
When you came out he was going through your closet. You sat on the bed waiting patiently. He picked out two different outfits, one being your usual around the house and one being quite possibly the smallest outfit you had in your closet. You blushed, “I-I can’t wear that around D-Dean!” Sam smiled at you, “I told you, he knows, but if you’re not comfortable you don’t have to.” You sheepishly put the outfit on.
You trailed closely to Sam, holding his hand. “Baby, he’s not going to think any different of you, I promise.” You blushed, but Sam couldn’t see. Wiggling your toes in your knee high Winnie the Pooh socks and squeezing your piggy, you walked into the kitchen and Dean turned to look at you. He seemed to be swallowed with joy. “Shit! She finally told you!” Sam laughed and nodded. “Special pancake breakfast?” Sam nodded and sat you on a stool, before giving you apple juice in a bottle he seemed to have hidden. “Thank you, daddy.” Sam smiled at you, “You’re welcome my little Piglet.”
Summary: The reader shows the entire compound exactly what she’s made of and she isn’t afraid to. Reader also sees past Negan’s hard-ass act, or just doesn’t care if he kills her.
Warnings: attempted rape, violence, graphic, cussing, negan, i’m missing some, have to be, read with caution
A/N: I’m trying my best to keep this series full of the potential part one brought, hope you guys like it, let me know if you have ideas or feelings about it
@neganfreak, @disa
“Okay, then, lead the way,” you put your sword in its holster and followed Negan to his personal vehicle.
You enjoyed the air conditioner in the vehicle, it had been awhile since you were with a group, let alone with a group who had running air conditioners and cars. Negan had a few simple questions for you, where you came from, how you learned to fight, simple things not hard to answer. When you pulled up to the compound you were in awe. You hadn’t seen so many people in a long time, you were baffled by how they were all working together, something better.
Negan personally showed you around the complex, starting with the laundry, then the garden, cafeteria, shops, cells, and finally your room. It was right next to Negan’s room. It was large, large bedroom, large living room, had a refrigerator and a couch. “Negan,” you sighed, turning to him with a face full of anger, “I didn’t earn this.” He laughed at you, actually laughed. “Sweetheart, you’re my righthand woman,” he scratched his beard, “my- for lack of better words - a warden.” You were obviously confused. “Your job here,” he sat on your very comfortable looking couch, “is to either to step in on runs when I cannot go, or to keep things in order here. Occasionally, you will go on runs with me,” you did not miss that wink, “but most the time we will be separate from runs and guarding the place.” You smiled, happily looking at your brand new radio, admiring the power of having saviors at your disposal.
That night Negan called a meeting to let the followers know who was going to be the man in charge while he was away. He also made sure that nobody was to question you, happily sharing what happened on their run today with the entire following. You thought it was strange that they had so easily bowed to him, not thinking twice when taking a knee. You decided it was time to rest after you had finished your first hot meal in a long time.
You were laying in your bed, completely restless, wanting to do something to get the buzzing energy and confusion out of your brain. You decided to go to Negan’s room. You pounded on the door, waiting for Negan to answer, instead you got a woman. “Oh, hey sweetie, is Negan still preoccupied?” You smiled at her, she rolled her eyes, revealing Negan shirtless, pants unbuttoned as he was sipping on a class of what you assumed to be liquor. He smiled at you, winking, “Hey!! This might be my kind of party, can I join?” You directed your question at the woman who giggled at you, “Y/N, nice to meet you, can I have a moment with Negan here?” The woman nodded, giggling once again, before letting you in and leaving. You shut the door behind her and admired Negan.
“Why?” You questioned Negan, taking the glass out of his hand and your turn to drink it, whiskey you could determine. He raised his eyebrows at your courage. “Why what, doll?” He crossed his arms in front of him, looking you up and down in underwear and a tank top, you sighed. “You barely fucking know me, you don’t even know if you can fucking trust me, so why the fuck did you put me in charge while you aren’t around?” He sighed, coming up inches from your lips. “Because I know that you can fucking defend yourself and other women without scaring them to death. I also know that you aren’t afraid to slice someone in two if they fuck up and break the goddamn rules.” He backed away, much to your dismay. “All right then,” you began to leave, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stops you, “Y/N,” he narrows in on you, “take the fuckin’ bottle.” You smile as you gladly receive his gift, leaving with a wink.
It had been one week and you had already completed six runs. You were exhausted to say the least, Negan hadn’t been on not one run. You were beginning to get angry, but decided it would be best to continue with his test. You had just gotten done eating your dinner when you saw a man shoving a woman into the stairway, you had had enough all week long and you were ready to snap. You followed them in the hallway.
The woman was pressed against the wall, the man kissing her neck while she was crying. Your sword drawn, holding against the mans neck. “Get the fuck out of here, through that door, you understand me? I will slice your fucking neck if you don’t. I am so not in the fucking mood to deal with your fucking shit.” The man complied, the woman following you. You pushed the man on top of the table, following him. Negan was staring at you, smiling at you. You helped the woman on the table. “Listen up,” you cleared your throat, “I’ve had a shit week, no more than any of you, so when I come home to eat fucking dinner provided by the lovely workers here in the cafeteria, I do not want to see a piece of shit less-than-man trying to get some unrequited lovin’.” You helped the woman step forward, smiling at her, “Ma’am, what part of his body would you like to cut off?” She whispered in your ear, of course, you called for Simon and Dwight, who followed you dutifully. They held him down, “How fucking ironic! The prick won’t have a prick anymore!” You sliced his dick clean off of his body. Giving the woman a hug and helping her down after Dwight and Simon took the man away to Carson or the fence, you really didn’t fucking care, you remained. “Negan does not tolerate this shit, but me? I will personally rip your fucking prick off or cauterize your pussy lips shut. You keep your motherfucking nasty ass hand to yourself, do you understand me?” They were unsure of how to respond, but Negan stepped in. “Do you fucking understand her?” The crowed simultaneously replied, “Yes ma’am.” Day well done.
You went to your room to relax. Taking a break to drink a little more of the whiskey Negan had given you. You heard a soft knock on your door. You opened it to Negan. “Please,” you rolled your eyes, “please just give me a day off.” Negan smiled, holding up a second bottle of whiskey. “Perfect!” You grabbed it and invited him in. “Listen, I love you and all, you’re a great guy, but you have got to give me a fucking break, I have had one break in six days, I need a break Negan.” Negan laughed, setting Lucille down and stripping his leather jacket off. “Alright, doll, you fuckin’ got it.” You smiled, chugging what was left of that bottle. “Alright, motherfucker.” You sat next to him, leaning on him while starting on the second bottle.
Summary: Damon is beginning to like the reader more and more while Stefan is not happy with the reader being in their home nor with Damon.
Warnings: slight dom and sub tones; violence; stefan being a prick
A/N: I’m sorry all these are taking so long, i’m not having a great time lately but you guys letting me know you like my fics really helps, thank you guys. @chloejanedecker1
“What the fuck is this Damon?” Stefan.
Y/N’s POV
I was taken back, completely stunned with how good Damon tasted, reeling , staring at the ground while Damon stared blankly at Stefan. I quickly regained control of myself and lifted my head up to Stefan. “Do you mind? We were kind of in the middle of something,” I glared at Stefan, suddenly gaining a voice. Stefan looked at me with concern, “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Stefan sighed, “Damon, can we talk for a minute?” Damon sighed, looking at me, “Help yourself to my closet and find yourself at least a fresh shirt. Meet us downstairs for breakfast when you’re done” Damon and Stefan walked downstairs, leaving you to follow Damon’s orders.
Damon’s POV
I followed behind Stefan, not willing to put up with his shit this morning. I don’t need another lecture. “Damon, what are you doing?” Stefan was clearly irritated. “What do you mean, I found a one night stand?” Stefan sighed, “Damon, we talked about this, they aren’t puppets, you can’t just compel them to come home with you so you can do whatever you want with them.” I had to laugh at that, “Stefan, she isn’t compelled. She knew I was a vampire, I don’t know how, but she did.” We finally made it to the kitchen, coffee already brewed. “How did she know then? Wolf?” Stefan questioned, but I shook my head, “No, can’t be,” I poured a cup of coffee for Y/N, “I don’t think she’s a vampire either, she wouldn’t have fed off of me, and I wouldn’t have been able to feed off of her.” I began to whisper, hearing her come down the stairs. “I think she’s a hunter. It’s the only explanation.”
Y/N’s POV
I walked into the kitchen, wearing one of Damon’s button ups. Damon offered me some coffee, I didn’t smell vervain so I gladly accepted. “Hello, I-I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” I was nervous around Stefan. “Good morning, Y/N,” he cleared his throat, “Sorry about this morning, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Blush rose to my cheeks, “It’s alright, though you have a hand to knock.” Stefan now blushing, Damon admiring you in his shirt. “Well, Y/N,” Damon butting in, “what’re your plans for today?” I considered my options, I really needed to get a job, but I would love to go swimming. “Still up in the air, but I should probably go and try to get a job at the Grill.”
Stefan was giving me a strange look, “So, what brought you to Mystic Falls Y/N,” he spoke up as I finished my coffee. “Just looking for something new,” I brushed off his question. “So, Damon,” I directed my attention to solely him, “Where is my car?” Damon laughed a little, “Still at The Grill, I can take you.” I smiled at Damon, nodding, waving to Stefan.
Within moments we were at The Grill, Damon respectfully dropping me off at my car. Just as I was about to go into The Grill Damon stopped me. “Y/N,” I kept my hand on the door handle, “Yes, Damon?” He sighed, “Look at me.” I couldn’t help but turn around and meet his gaze. “Tell me Y/N, what are you really doing here,” he kept my eye contact, I couldn’t do anything but tell the truth. “I’m here looking for a new place to settle down.” Arousal was dripping out of my pussy, I couldn’t help it, I loved when he took control of me. “What happened to where you were before?” I felt a chill up my spine, not able to take my eyes off of him. “The people I am running from caught up to me,” I waited patiently for my next question, ready to serve him. “Who are you running from?” I sighed, feeling as if I was going to disappoint him.
“I don’t know who it is or what they are.”
Damon’s POV
I could see tears forming in her eyes, I instantly felt as if I needed to protect her. “Y/N,” I put my hand on her face, “let’s go somewhere so you can explain better to me.” She nodded, I picked her up, taking her to the falls.
“Y/N, are you going to tell the truth or do I need to compel you?” I watched as her muscles tensed. “U-uh, I feel safer when I am compelled,” she whispered meekly, fiddling with her hands. She seemed so insecure, so afraid. I knew I had to compel her, so that’s what I did. “Tell me what happened, Y/N.”
I held her hand, I don’t know why but it felt natural to touch her. “Well,” she spoke meekly and to encourage her I rubbed my thumb on the back of her hand, “I was in Sunnydale, I had been running for a long time, hiding from something I had only seen once, someone I had never met. Before you ask why, it’s because of this,” she motioned with her free hand, “I feed off of vampires, vampires feed off of me, it’s why I was made. It’s kind of like a coven, but we’re human. I’m th-,” a tear fell down her face as she sighed, “I’m the last one left.”
I took in this information, wrapping my arms around her, comforting her in anyway I could. I wanted to help her and I had only just met her. I felt a connection to her, drawn to her being. “Come back home with me, it’ll be okay, we can figure it out.” She just nodded, I picked her up gently, carrying her to the house. I gently set her down, Stefan telling us that dinner just got done.
Y/N sat at the table, looking utterly terrified, what scared her though? Stefan smiled at her, I whispered in her ear, “Relax.” I instantly saw her body relax, muscles unclenching. She sighed happily, picking up the glass of wine, instantly scrunching her face, slamming the wine glass down. “Why,” she stood up, “the fuck are you trying to give me vervain?” Her eyes were glassy, looking at me, “Do you not trust me?” I looked at Stefan in anger, “the hell did you do?!” Stefan was on her in less than a second, injecting vervain into her. She gasped, whimpering and then collapsing. “Please,” her eyes changed to a soft purple before screaming out.
Fandom: The Walking Dead Ship: Negan x reader Summary: The first time Negan and the reader meet Warnings: attempted rape, violence, graphic
And although I have shit grammar and need to proof read it’s funny as fuck. I’m considering doing another chapter once I get my computer back. What do y’all think?
Summary: The Reader disappears every single weekend, the boys aren’t sure why, but it is high time they found out
Warnings: pure fucking fluff, slight violence
For: Abuse / Mental Health
If you ever need help please contact someone you trust or local law enforcement.
Thursday Night
You and the boys had just finished up hunting a poltergeist, and damn was the thing feisty. You were excited to get out of the boys’ hair for the weekend and take the weekend to relax. This had become a very usual thing, leaving hunts early or going off on your own on the weekends. Of course the boys had noticed, but wanted to let you tell them on their own. Of course they worried, you had been disappearing every single weekend since you joined them four years ago. No matter the circumstances or the protests.
You laid on the motel bed that you a Dean shared, you never told him your feelings, but you both knew you loved each other. It never went past small kisses and cuddles in the middle of the night after one of you had a bad nightmare. He always understood that you needed to leave, not wanting to press you for information, but it drove him insane knowing that the woman he loved wasn’t in his sights, safe and protected.
You sat there, eyes closed, waiting for the boys to get done showering respectively. You dozed off and jolted awake when Dean put his hand on your face. He smiled at you, telling you to go take a shower while they went to rustle up some money. You did just that, washing off the poltergeist ooze, enjoying what was left of the warmth. You heard a knock on the bathroom door, “Come in.”
This was normal, Dean coming in to join you, but he never took advantage or even tried to do anything sexual. After a hard hunt he would always take gentle care of you, you enjoyed it greatly, knowing that when you take a shower you can take as long as you want and Dean will come dress you.
He sheepishly entered the room, smiling at you stepping out wrapped in your small hotel towel. You walked to him, he gently put his arms around you while you laid your head on his shoulder. You gently rested there for several minutes, before whispering, “You know I have to leave early tomorrow.” Dean sighed, gently pulling away and taking your towel away so he could inspect bruises and cuts. After doing this, as he was putting your shirt on, he finally spoke, “Y/N, me and Sammy could go with you.”
You let him put your shorts on, running your fingers through his hair, as you reiterated, “You know you can’t.” Dean looked at you with pleading eyes, whispering in-case Sammy was asleep. “Why? What’s so important?” This frustrated you, he usually never pushed, but this hunt was a rough one, and you were put in danger. “Dean, maybe I just want to get away from it all? Maybe I just want a vacation.” Dean scoffed at this, “If it were a vacation it would be once in awhile, not every weekend, leaving every Friday and not coming back until Monday.” You kissed his cheek and walked out of the bathroom, ending the conversation.
Friday Morning
Your alarm woke you up at six in the morning, sighing to yourself you pulled away from Dean and out of bed. Of course, per usual he woke up with you. He always went to get your food and help you pack your vehicle. Even if you didn’t tell him where you were going, he still loved you, he still helped. You got into your vehicle, kissing him goodbye and driving away.
You missed your boys when you were away, but some things are much more important than staying with the man you love. Some things that were six years old, three and a half feet tall and living in California. You loved your boys, but not more than you loved your daughter.
Friday At One O’clock
You finally pulled up to the large brick house, resting on the front porch while your daughter played in the yard was your mother. The last alive of your family were standing in front of you. You stepped out of the car, your daughter screaming with excitement, “Mommmmmyyyyy!” You smiled, picking her up, which was no task for you, and kissing all over her face. Your little lady, giggling and squealing, “Mommy mommy! Are we going shopping today???”
Your little girl always got spoiled on the weekends, visited by her momma and spoiled with her favorite foods and buying new clothes and toys. You giggled and smiled, “After you tell momma what you want to eat little lady.” You rushed her into the house, taking stock of what you need to buy when your mother hollered for you to come outside.
“Yes, momma,” you opened the door and stood big and tall Winchester brothers. You gasped, hugging Dean and then immediately pulling back. “What the fuck Winchester!” You slapped the fuck out of him, your mother scowling at you. “Sorry, ma,” you felt ashamed, your mother knew what you did for a living, but always expected you to show her with respect. “Mom, this is Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester.” She smiled, standing to hug the men. “So, I guess you’re the boys she’s always hunting with huh?” They looked at you with confused looks, “And I suppose she had no idea you were coming and that you didn’t know.” She giggled, shaking her head. “I’ll give you a minute.” She walked inside.
“This? This is what you’re hiding?” Dean scoffed, “A white picket fence? A pretty little house, you have it all don’t you.” Sam hit Dean in the shoulder at this point, “Dean, not fair,” he paused, studying you, “Why?” You sighed, “Well, becau-” you heard your mother scream, “No Amber!” That got the boys attention and when Amber opened the door, that sure as hell did too.
“Hiya, little lady,” Dean bent down to her level, “I’m Dean, what’s your name?” You smiled at Dean, then at Amber who looked at you to see if it was safe. “Hiya! My name is Amber Dawn (Y/L/N)!” She smiled at Dean, you ran her fingers through her hair, telling her to go help grandma make a list and not to forget toys. Sam was still baffled. Dean looked like he was - happy?
Dean spoke first, softly, “Why didn’t you tell us?” You sighed, sitting down. “I thought you wouldn’t let me hunt, and I have to hunt, I have to know that someone, somewhere is protecting my little girl.” Dean kneeled in front of you, smiling, “We could’ve discussed it, you know that.” You cupped his face, smiling. “How old is she?” Your attention snapping to Sam. “Six, six years old.” Sam smiled, looking shy, “May I?” He wanted to go in, you wanted him to meet your daughter, you wanted them both to, but you needed to talk to Dean first. You nodded at Sam, turning your attention back to Dean.
“Dean,” he kissed your hands, “where do we go from here?” He stood up, bringing you with him. “Well, if you’d let us, I-I’d like to bring her back to the bunker, raise her.” You smiled, “Really?” he nodded, “I-it’d have to be up to mom, I need someone to watch her while we’re on hunts, and to get her to and from school, and doctors appointme-” Dean kissed you, “We’ll figure it out, baby.” You sighed, “One more thing, I made a deal to keep her safe, with Crowley.”
Dean pulled back, “What?” he looked panicked, you knew why. “I-it’s not like that, it’s not!” Dean looked confused. “Wh-when I was pregnant, I was a hunter, I knew what this world would bring for my daughter, I was ready to sell my soul to keep her safe, but Crowley, he wouldn’t do it, at that point he was just a low-level demon. He made me a deal, we would continue hanging out and he got to see Amber whenever he wanted and he would always protect her. Now, he’s the King of Hell and my best friend.” Dean looked a little angry, “How could you trust him?” You sighed, “Crowley! Get your ass here now please, I’m with Amber!”
Crowley immediately showed, smiling at you, frowning when he saw Dean. “So squirrel finally found out?” Crowley gave you a hug, “How is my little peanut? Still spoiled as ever I imagine?” You nodded, you let him embrace you as long as he wanted, you loved him like a brother. “So, we clear Dean?” Crowley asked, wanting to obviously go shopping for Amber. “Y-yeah,” Crowley turned, but stopped when Dean spoke again, “a-and Crowley, t-thank you. I owe you one.” Crowley smiled, walking inside to Amber.
Saturday
You talked to Amber, wondered what she thought about living with you always. She was delighted, you gave Crowley the signal to whip you to the Bunker once Amber’s eyes were closed. Soon followed Sam, Dean and your mom. You were happy you were together, but still worried about Dean.
You knocked on Deans door after putting Amber to bed, Crowley was to thank for the quick redecorating. You sheepishly walked in to a shirtless Dean. He smiled at you, walking to you remaining shirtless, “You know,” he put his arms around your waist, “I was thinking that maybe you could stay in here with me from now on.” You smiled at him and nodded, he picked you up laying you down on the bed, slowly drifting to sleep.
Sunday at 1:23 in the morning
You woke up to your baby crawling in the bed with you, but she wasn’t alone, Dean stood behind her, helping her up on the bed. “I figured you’d want to sleep with her,” he said and you smiled at him nodding. He laid on the other side of Amber, she drifted quickly back to sleep. You were almost asleep when you heard Dean mumble, “I love you, Y/n.” You smiled, “I love you too, Dean.”
Summary: You are consistently forgetful, sometimes so overwhelmed you forget to do very necessary things to take care of yourself
Warnings: this is shit. I’m trying my best, sort of eating disorder, sort of insomnia, angst if you squint, lots of fluff, literally Damon is so far off character but i like to think when he loves someone he is an absolute DREAM, also nightmares with a graphic? description of death
A/N: Guys listen, I love you and you’re so wonderful. Do Good Recklessly and help each other. Share the light you have inside you. It’s been a rough few days for me and mine, so you guys remember to check in on each other and always watch out for your fellow man, some people are lost.
1k words, is this too short?
For: Abuse / Mental Health
If you ever need help please contact someone you trust or local law enforcement.
You had made it through your summer, although to be honest you didn’t know how. Between your weekly battles between the gang you had been running yourself ragged, you barely got any sleep and you were hardly able to eat, always being interrupted by someone or something. It seemed like an endless fight, always something else around the corner waiting for you, always another group of people wanting to kidnap or kill someone. Life was no longer simple, you had learned fairly quickly what was more important, saving your friends and Mystic Falls or basic needs. It was hard, life was hard, for fucks sake you barely had the energy to take a shower.
There was one good thing though, Damon Salvatore. Over the summer you had grown even closer to your boyfriend, slowly becoming accustomed to him always being around. Even when he was busy saving the next harmless victim or cleaning up a new vamps mess -- or his own-- he was always your rock. Somehow he never failed to miss a moment when you needed him, even if you sent a simple text or you didn’t say anything at all, he knew. You were sure that July thirteenth was the day you decided you loved him.
July Thirteenth
Even though things had become quiet in the town, your habits died hard, you still forgot to eat, shower and sleep. Your mind was always buzzing, scared for what would come up, scared that the minute you made a sandwich that you would get a call that someone was hurt. The second you took a shower that you’d hear a knock on your door, duty calls. The second you laid down to sleep you’d have a night terror, fear plaguing waking and sleeping thoughts.
You were resting on the couch, your arm propping your hand up, ready for a nap after zero sleep for at least fifty-two hours of restless waking moments, you were running on fumes. You were waiting on Damon, you and Damon were supposed to go out to the movies with Elena and Stefan, and you were genuinely excited. It had been a long time since you had been out for a good time instead of a stress filled battle. You remember wondering to yourself if tonight could run smoothly, and then you drifted off into sleep.
You jumped up and screamed when you felt someone touching you, then instantly lowered your guard when you saw Damon. You smiled at him, rubbing your eyes, he looked sympathetic. He of course had noticed your change in attitude and weight, he knew something was off and he tried to help as best he could. You picked up your bag but Damon stopped you. “When’s the last time you ate?” You sighed, at that very moment you realized exactly how hungry you were. “I don’t know? I honestly can’t remember.” Damon hated your answer, he didn’t like whenever you put everyone else in front of yourself.
“Let’s stay in tonight, you and me baby,” he smiled, you could never say no to him. “Alright,” you sat your bag down and followed him through the house. “First, I’m gonna make you dinner,” he smiled, watching you lay your head down on the counter. The next thing you remembered was him gently waking you up for food. You had dozed in and out of sleep, jerking awake every few minutes while he was cooking and while you were eating. Damon moved beside you, he began cutting up your chicken for you, slowly feeding you your chicken. “Damon,” you whined, leaning into him, “I’m so tired.” You began crying a little, he had known about your nightmares, he just didn’t know how bad they were.
Damon swiftly picked you up, rushing you to the bathroom, shushing you softly when you realized you weren’t in the bed. “One more thing baby, you can sleep right through this if you want.” You nodded, noticing the bath was already drawn. Damon helped you undress yourself and lay down in the bathtub. Damon washed you slowly, making sure to massage the knots out of your shoulders and relax your spine. He massaged your scalp gently, rubbing the shampoo throughout, making sure to make you feel fully refreshed. He slicked your hair back with conditioner taking the opportunity to listen to soft moans coming from your mouth as he massaged your hair. Once he was happy that you were sufficiently clean he dressed you in his shirt and a pair of your shorts before carrying you to bed.
He laid you in the bed, you moved as close to him as possible, ready to finally sleep you closed your eyes falling asleep on Damon.
Running through the forest for what seemed like days, screaming after Damon. When you finally caught up with him he was picked up and thrown by a shadow figure and thrown against a tree. He was strung up by the tree with a limb sticking through his left shoulder, “Why, Y/N?” he mumbled before the figure reached their hand into Damons chest, you ran, trying to get to him but the figure jerked his hand out of Damon’s chest. The figure turned to face you, completely destroying Damon’s heart, your heart stopped when you saw who it was; you.
You jerked up in the bed, a scream bursting from your lips. Damon was holding you in an instant, running his fingers through your hair. “Shh baby, shh, it’s okay,” Damon tried to console you. You sobbed in his arms for what seemed like hours. Damon finally got you to lay back down, but you were wide awake. “Baby, you know I’ll never let anything hurt you, I’ll always be here for you,” Damon whispered to you, you inhaled deeply, letting out the air slowly. He noticed you were still awake, he kissed your forehead and began rocking, humming to you. You were so tired, you snuggled in closer to him if it was possible, expecting to wake up again, but not until the sun was bright in your room.
When you did finally wake up, Damon was there right beside you. “Mornin’ baby,” he kissed your cheek and crawled out of bed. You began to get dressed, asking about what today’s plans were, but he stopped you. “Ah, ah, ah, Y/N,” he kissed your neck this time, inhaling your scent, “breakfast before battles.” You giggled him but followed him downstairs, right as your phone buzzed:
Reminders: Eat breakfast Y/N, I love you! - Deadly Damon
Summary: Poor over exhausted reader meets Derek; little bit of an a/u, derek owns a gym
Warnings: cussing, pregnancy, mentions of abuse, just be careful when reading and I love y’all, you ever need anything let me know. mentions of rape. i’m shitty with warnings, just be careful reading this fic. sort of a/b/o because it fits very well.
For: Abuse / Mental Health
If you ever need help please contact someone you trust or local law enforcement.
You waddled into the grocery store, nudging your three pups into the store. You needed a damn leash for these kids. They ran off towards the nerf guns, “Stop right there!” all three of your children stopped dead in their tracks, “We will look at the toys when I get done, I need your help today.” They whined in unison, and your eyes glowing a velvet red, showing them who the boss was. The boys quietly fell back in line and you continued to walk through the store with your rugrats following suit, complaining the whole way.
Halfway through the cereal isle, you got a very strong whiff of home. You smiled to yourself, the boys continued complaining and asking about looking at the toys. You asked Nicholas, your oldest, to get the cereal off of the bottom shelf, your favorite and your worst pregnancy craving, Fruity Pebbles. He groaned, picking the cereal up, “If we would’ve stayed with dad, we would be looking at toys right now.” You glared at him, “Nicholas Shaun! That is absolutely unacceptable to say!” You sniffed the air and he reeked of guilt, you ran your fingers through his hair and smiled at your boys. “Go, I’ll get you whenever I’m done,” they all gave you a gentle hug, running off and giggling.
You loved your children, but they just didn’t understand why you had to leave Eric. Someday they will no, but today is not that day. You walked to the jelly, glancing at your very long list and the jelly that sat upon the top shelf, you groaned. Looking around for someone, your body was filled with sadness. You really wanted the jelly, but you didn’t want to inconvenience anyone. You started to walk away when someone touched your shoulder. You sniffed before turning, home. You smiled at the gorgeous green eyed god who stood before you. “Hello, do you need some help?” You blushed a little, nodding, “Can you get that jelly up there for me?” He easily stretched his perfectly sculpted arms to the top shelf and grabbed my prize.
“I’m Derek Hale, I own the gym down the street,” he smiled holding out his hand. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, host to the gremlin inside me,” he giggled, glancing at your list with only a quarter scratched out. “Would you like for me to stick around? You might need some more help,” you filled with guilt as he asked you. “No, no, it’s okay, I’ve got it.” He smiled at you, nostrils flaring, it looked oddly similar to... You took another whiff, the air filling with wolf and your eyes flashed red, a warning signal for him to back up. You put your hand on your stomach, he took a step back. “Y/N, I’m just a guy trying to help, I’m no harm,” you took another whiff, smelling home again. You sighed, knowing if he was going to do you harm he was going to go after your boys, not you. You smiled and apologized, explaining that you are just skittish towards other wolves.
Derek stayed with you for your entire shopping list, he even went and collected your boys for you. He walked you to your vehicle and put all of your groceries in the back of your SUV, buckled in your children, and helped you in your car. All good signs, all while smelling like the safest place you’ve ever known. You rolled down your window, inviting him to your home, feeding him was the least you could do after he helped you all day long. He gladly accepted, following you home. When you arrived to your house he emptied the back for you, carrying every last grocery in and letting your boys put them away.
“I can cook, you know,” he tried to intervene in you being on your feet even more. “No, I can cook, you’ll see.” He giggled and put his hands up defensively, allowing you to work your magic. You moved easily around the kitchen, unbeknownst to yourself, Derek watching every move in awe. He adored you, and you just smelled so good to him, like nothing he had ever smelt in his life. Finally, you took the jumbo stuffed burgers off of the stove, smiling as Derek got up to go get your boys. Watching the boys wrestle in the living room made Derek laugh. The boys quickly stopped play fighting and ran to the dining room.
“You know,” Derek started and he transferred food from the kitchen to the dining room, “I could train them in my gym, that’s what it’s there for, supernatural creatures who need guidance.” You smiled at Derek, nodding your head and rubbing your belly mindlessly. “That would be very good for them, and I’m gonna have my hands full here, with Amber coming and all, it would be great.” Derek grabbed your hand, your skin lighting with electricity. You felt comforted, safe and exhilarated.
Derek started coming up regularly, helping out more and more as your baby bump continued to grow. You would find yourself curled up next to Derek, your boys sound asleep. Derek always smelled like he was at peace around you, he was always your home at the end of the day, you loved him and you could never tell him. You did what you could to mask your scent, but even if he smelled it, he would more than likely assume it was because of your boys.
You jolted awake, scenting someone who smelled of pure hatred. You tried to grab Dereks’ arm but he was already standing at attention. “Let’s go.” You followed Derek who had a protective arm around you. Heading straight for your boys room, Derek stopped in his tracks and backed up. You stepped out from behind Derek. “Chris.” You grabbed the back of Dereks shirt, your entire body reeking of fear. “Y/N, so nice to see you, it took me a long time to find you.” Chris stepped forward, eliciting a growl from Derek. “Chris, you need to leave, I have a restraining order on you.” You backed up a few more steps, your ex-husband laughing.
“That didn’t stop me when I put that Pup in you, did it?” You whimpered, Chris scared you. After Nick he was always violent towards you, Derek reeked of fury, something you had never smelled on him before, but he still smelled like home. “Chris, I don’t think we’ve met, let me guess, you’re the abusive ex-husband? I’m Derek, and I’m only telling you one time that you need to leave.” Derek’s claws began extending, his eyes glowing red, his facial hair becoming longer. At the point Chris had done the same thing, you’d never met anyone willing to stand up to this man and you were afraid Derek would be hurt in the crossfire. “Listen, buddy, all I want is my pups and my mate.” You scoffed.
“Those pups, this pup, are not yours. They are mine. They haven’t imprinted on you. They imprinted on me and Derek. I’m not your mate, you never mated me, remember, you just took what you wanted and left.” At this Chris pounced, Derek intervening in his attack. Derek pushed Chris against the wall, clawing at his shoulder, Chris injecting his claws into Dereks side. At this point Samuel, your middle child, slightly opens the door, looking out, waking his other two brothers. Derek was crippled, but managed to get Chris again in the side. Chris pushed Derek backwards, coming at you. You yelled at him, “What do you want Chris?”
“You, I want my life back, you ruined it! You took everything from me, you know because of Y/B/F/N nobody fucking trusts me?” He moved closer to you, putting his hand around your throat, pushing you backwards against the wall. “Everyone thinks I am some rapist alpha, taking what he wants, well, tonight, that’s wha-” he was cut off, by Derek you thought. Chris fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from his ankles, Nicholas residing behind his father.
Derek got up, pulling Chris to his vehicle, grunting the entire way. Once Derek left, you sat the boys down. It was time to tell them who their father was. Nicholas was the angriest, not understanding why you kept this from him. Samuel gave you a hug, telling you that it was okay now. Poor little John waited for the other two boys to leave. “Mommy,” he started, he looked afraid, he smelled hopeful, “now that Chris is gone for good, does that mean we can finally call Derek daddy?” You just stared at the boy, thinking for a moment. “Baby, Chris will alway be your father,” you sighed and leveled with him, putting your hand on his shoulder, “but you, you get to decide who your dad is.” You gave him a kiss and sent him to bed. Waiting on Derek to get back, you curled up on the couch, staring at the door.
It was hours before he returned, completely head and changed clothes. He came to you immediately. You broke down and sobbed in his arms. He held you for about an hour, when you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms. Then gently picked up up and carried you to the bed. You shifted, losing the warmth of Derek, you woke up, he was heading out the bedroom door. “Derek,” you whispered, “please,” your lip quivered, “I can’t do this anymore. Please just stay.” He walked over to the bed, keeping his shirt on but you tugged at it gently. You needed your true mates skin contact right now. As he stripped off his shirt, you stripped off your own.
There was nothing sexual about this experience. You had know that Derek was your true mate from the moment you met him. Your grandmother always telling you stories of how a true mate, if you were to ever find them, would always give off a scent. A scent that you would never smell on another thing. You knew it was rare, to find a true mate, and you wondered if Derek knew. Your mate pulled you closer to him, pressing his skin to your own. You inhaled deeply, resenting yourself, “Alpha.” Derek let off a low growl, “Omega,” he scented you again, “Mate.” That word made you shiver, filling your entire body with an overwhelming sense of peace and safety.
Over the next month, Derek was never alone, he was always with you, the pups or all of you. Your relationship had progressed, nothing sexual yet, as your were ready to pop out your little Amber. On November 14th, your little baby was born. Three years later, you and Derek married. He mated you and raised your children as his own. You started your family pack, expecting another peanut, running the gym and your antique shop, you were very pleased with how your life was evolving. From dust too diamonds.
Summary: The reader has an extraordinary change after her change
Warnings: alcohol, drunk driving (be fuckin safe kiddos), cheating, kinda lesbo hit and run, character death,
You decided to hit the Grill early, having a full night planned with Katherine, you wanted to see Damon very briefly, a quickie in the bathroom was all you asked for. He was happy to oblige. You gave him a forceful kiss, inviting him into your neck. This is what you had become, a swinging door for vampires all around. He happily let you feed off of him so you could heal without Katherine knowing.
You exited the bathroom, finding a woman flirting with Katherine, you just ordered a drink, not really caring. Katherine smiled at you, putting her arm around you. “Well, here is my little firecracker!” Katherine giggled. “Literally, I will crack your skull over a fire, beat it kid,” you deadpanned, waiting for the woman to get her hands off of your woman. Katherine turned to you and you smiled, ordering her a drink and the night was off.
Somewhere through the night Katherine decided to let an obliterated you pay pool; this was a mistake. You ruined a guys winning streak and he was insistent that you had cheated, as if. “You’re too fucking wasted to have beat me,” the man towered over you. “Fucking -burp- really dude -hiccup- I could beat you asleep,” you giggled, picking up more money, getting ready to order another drink when he grabbed you. Mistake.
You grabbed the man’s arm, twisting it behind him, swiftly immobilizing the man. He growled at you as his other men decided to circle you, Damon and Katherine quickly fighting off the other men. The man pulled away from you, picking up a pool stick and breaking it in half. You laughed, picking up the bottle of bourbon you’d been drinking from, finishing it and breaking it. You tackled the man, pressing against his very small dick, and holding the bottle to his face. “I suggest,” nobody looked at you, “Ahem,” you breathed as eyes were on you, you pressed the glass to his face, “I suggest all of you and your gang leave, we clear?” The man quietly said yes. You got up, heading back to the bar as they left, you smiled and ordered another drink, being joined by Katherine.
You showed up at the Salvatore house, Katherine already here hours ago. You stumbled in, falling over as you opened the door. Damon was to your side in less than a second. “You really need to quit doing this, Y/N,” he ran his fingers through your hair. “You don’t own me, Salvatore, I can do what I want.” You shoved him off of you, heading up the stairs you started falling backwards when Damon caught you again. “Where’s Katherine,” you asked Damon, he just sighed. “In the bed, passed the fuck out, as you should be.” You smiled and leaned against him, quickly falling asleep. He kissed your forehead and laid you in the bed with Katherine.
When you woke up, it was to Katherine latched on your neck, you were filled with irritation. Shoving her off of you, you got up from the bed, extremely dizzy. “Fuck, Katherine, really?!” Holding on to the dresser, you swayed. “How much did you take?” She giggled, “As much as I wanted to sweetheart,” walking around you. You were angry, you grabbed her hair, shoving her to the ground. “Leave,” you stated, falling back a little. With that, Katherine left.
You walked to the hallway, straight to Damon’s room. You stumbled in, immediately waking Damon, who was on you in an instant. “She- she took too much,” you muttered, Damon instantly allowing you to heal. He smiled at you wondering how you could look to be so innocent, but be so cold hearted. You pulled away from him, wiping your mouth. “Thank you much doll,” giving him a soft kiss you sauntered out of his room.
Later that night you were sitting in the Salvatore hanging room, almost done with your second bottle of whiskey. Damon smiled at you, almost lovingly and you temporarily wondered if being with him would be as wonderful as you thought it would be. Katherine walked in and you instantly broke your gaze with Damon, glaring at Katherine. You stood up, “What,” you drank out of the bottle, “the,” you drank again, “fuck,” you smashed the bottle, holding it to her, “are you doing here, Katherine?” Katherine pushed you, Damon stopping you from falling, “I live here too.” You giggled, moving away from Damon, grabbing your keys. “Well, then I don’t.” You took off to the door, Katherine ignoring you but Damon following you.
“Y/N, you can’t drive, you can’t even spell your name!” You giggled, getting into the car and locking the doors. You started your car and Damon followed after you, making sure you would make it to wherever you were going safely. He watched you swerve, before unfortunately hitting a tree. Damon was to the car in an instant, you got out, tree branch sticking straight through your lower abdomen. You giggled, waving at Damon before collapsing. He was to you in an instant, pulling the branch out and trying to feed you his blood. You were completely unresponsive. Damon carried you home, laying him on your bed, not sure what to do.
You gasped for air, reaching for Damon, who was conveniently beside you. He smiled at you, you rested your forehead on his, smiling back. You gave him a feverish kiss, pulling yourself to his lap. He pushed you back, “Don’t you ever do something that stupid again.” You caressed his face. “What happened?” He hugged you and explained it to you. You took it surprisingly well. You called Bonnie to help you. You knew you could never hurt her, she was too important to you. She was eager to help, but still upset at the recklessness you had displayed. You fiercely apologized, something you rarely do.
The next day, you broke up with Katherine. You knew what you wanted, Damon. You greeted Damon in the kitchen, declining your usual lunch bourbon, instead, enjoying a heated glass of a local donor. Damon smiled at you, still yet, as a cold hearted bitch you were beautiful. You said your goodbyes and sped to the animal shelter. You knew it was unusual but you felt like you needed to help. You spent your entire day there, heading home late. You met Damon there. “Where ya been cupcake?” You giggled, “Not on a bender.” He came to you, hugging you.
You gave him a gentle kiss, he carried you to the bed. Spending the night cuddling, you easily fell asleep next to him. You wondered how you could miss this, how good you two could be together. How much love you could give one another. You wake up and stare at him, realizing that it’s him you love, it’s him you can’t do without.
You sneak out of the bed and begin to make breakfast for the company in the house, Caroline and Bonnie, Elena and Stefan and handsome Damon. You poured yourself a drink from donor whatever and stirred the eggs, being joined by Damon. “This isn’t very like you,” he kissed the top of your forehead, “I like it, for sure though.” Your friends joined you at the table and you all giggled, loving every minute of the new you.
When the night rolled around, you decided to go out and look at the stars. After about two hours Damon came looking for you. He was absolutely starstruck by you. You looked so peaceful and down to Earth. He laid next to you, pulling you on his chest, massaging your shoulders. You giggled, pulling yourself closer. The scent of Damon had always made you happier, but now it sets all of your atoms on fire at the same time.
“So, Y/N, how’re you liking being a vampire?” Damon continued staring at you, rather than the stars. “I feel, I don’t know, different.” He smiled at you, “Your behavior has definitely improved,” Damon pulled you on top of him. “Well, that doesn’t mean I can’t still be bad,” you rubbed against him, dragging your nails up his toned torso. He picked you up and sped to your new room, his.
Summary: Reader is exposed for her worry-some nature.
Warnings: pure fucking flufst, more fluff than angst, A/B/O dynamics, mentions of injury, description of injury, and anxiety attacks, small read??
For: Abuse / Mental Health
If you ever need help please contact someone you trust or local law enforcement.
You finished the dishes, awaiting yet another call from Sam, letting you know they were okay. Time had passed eerily. Hour after hour you waited for a phone call. A phone call that would never come. You decided to make a pie and a salad, one for each of your boys. Once you were done baking you began to panic about where they were and why they hadn’t called. You paced yourself around and then got tired of it. You decided nesting would make you feel much better.
Creeping into the empty bedroom you immediately began purring. You slowly began to grab anything that smelled like Sam, circling endless shirts and pants around you. You were laying in your nest, purring slightly, knowing you were missing someone. Alpha. You whined shamelessly, getting up and changing into his clothing. You laid back down and began whimpering. Missing your alpha.
You woke up in a jolt, the front door swinging open violently. You jumped up, smelling Sam, pleased that he was home. He smelled much more potent than normal and that’s when you rushed to get the kit. The only reason you can imagine he would smell so strongly while not in rut or heat. Blood. It was blood you were smelling. You began panicking, but keeping relatively calm because you alpha needed help right now. No exceptions.
You ran to Sam and Dean, looking at your alpha in so much pain made your chest constrict, he air leaving your lungs. “Sam!” You yelled, glaring at Dean. He should have kept him safe. You lifted Sam’s shirt up and scrunched your nose up at the long ragged cut along his torso. You yelled at Dean pure rage and panic taking over. You began to stitch Sam up, pushing dean away, telling him to go run a hot bath for Sam. Sam was conscious, he had his large hand resting on your back, trying to calm you. When you finished stitching Sam you helped the big moose to the bathroom. He wanted you to stay, but you told him he needed to rest. Enjoy the bath.
You walked into the kitchen, still covered in your mates blood, and stood in front of Dean. “Can I help you, Y/N,” Dean said shoving pie into his mouth. You walked up to him and knocked the pie out of his hands, he was instantly taken back. “What the hell Y/N! That was my pie!” You scoffed, “Yeah! And that’s my mate and the pie I made for you!” You walked closer to him, Dean walked a few steps back. “You’re going to tell me what happened, right fucking now Dean!” You growled at him and he put his hands up defensively.
After an hour you were briefed on the the hunt, vampires this vampires that. All you could see was red. You walked up to the shorter brother and sucker punched him right in the fucking jaw. He clutched his jaw, looking at you with guilt. “Y/N it wasn’t my fa-” you hit him again. He began to speak and you punched him again, “You fucking idiot! That is my alpha!” You hit him a final time before he grabbed your wrists, “Omega, know your place!” He meant it in the kindest way, calling to your natural submissive side, hoping to calm you. You pushed him back instead, knocking him flat on his ass and sitting on top of him.
You punched him again, screaming, crying, he put his hands up defensively around his face, blocking most of your hits. Sam’s attention was caught from the bathroom and he ran in, finding you attacking Dean. “Y/N!” He tried to pull you off, but you weren’t budging, he kept calling out to you, when finally, he broke. “Omega! Stop this right now!” At that, you stopped, sobbed, Sam pulling you off a bruised and battered Dean.
You sat there in Sams’ arms. Sobbing uncontrollably. “Y/n, Y/n, I’m okay baby.” Your breathing got heavier, your vision turning black, coughing and crying so hard you were gagging. Your entire body becoming pale, a lack of oxygen making you dizzy and your nerves in your face tingling with pain. Sam moved you to face him, pulling your knees up and circling his legs around you. He gently put his hands around your face, after pulling your hands to encircle his face. Your breathing still erratic, you were still sobbing. You almost lost your mate tonight, the love of your life, end all be all, you would be nothing without him.
“Sh sh shh, pretty Omega,” your eyes snapped up at Sam, “there she is! Breathe with me my pretty omega.” Same demonstrated, in 1, 2, 3, 4, out 1, 2, 3, 4. “Omega, do as your alpha says.” You followed his movements of air, occasionally faltering. “Shh shh shhhh, my sweet omega, your alpha is right here, I’m not going anywhere.” You finally got to a point where you were just whimpering.
Sam strained to carry you to your shared room, confused when he saw your nest. He had no idea that this is how you got while he was gone. He climbed into the nest, holding you close to his heart. Dean knocked on the door, holding a class of water and aspirin. You looked at Dean and started sobbing again. Sam growled at Dean, a low guttural growl that told Dean to get the fuck out.
This instantly comforted you and you began purring. “Shh, shh my little omega pet,” he ran his fingers through your hair, up and down your spine, softly shushing you. You continued to purr, loving the attention your alpha was giving you. “Alpha,” you whimpered. Sam opened his neck to you, letting you scent him, it was the only thing he knew you would love. You fell asleep quickly after that.
Sam woke up first, carrying you on his right hip, trying to cause as little damage as possible to the stitches. You jiggled awake, purring when you nuzzled your face into his neck. He carried you to the kitchen, Dean sitting at the table eating pie. He noticed your physique; shattered and needy, red faced and scared. He walked up to you, running his hands up and down your back. You purred harder, feeling comforted by your two favorite alphas, one outweighing the other by great distance. “Shit, I’d be mad at you kid but this is some damn good pie!” He kissed your shoulder and you nuzzled into Sam more.
Sam pulled back, you whimpered in protest as he sat you on the counter. “Baby,” he started and looked guilty, “I didn’t know that me being gone was so awful for you.” He kissed your forehead. “I get so scared, I don’t know what to do, my alpha gone putting himself into very dangerous situations that I might lose my alpha!” Sam chuckled, “Alright you worry wart, I could use a vacation anyways.” He carried you to Dean in the theatre room, Dean smiling at you purring on Sams lap. Sam kissed your forehead and you gently rested on him the entire day, he was either carrying you or you were on his lap. You knew your alpha would take care of you.
Summary: The reader works for Negan, one day when out on a run with Negan, reader does the unthinkable.
Warnings: kind of self harm, reader being risky, almost death, pissed off Negan, implied smut, semi-smut, daddy kink, sub!reader
For: Abuse / Mental Health
If you ever need help please contact someone you trust or local law enforcement.
Ever since you saved Negan’s crew from a horde of zombies about a year ago you had traveled with his Saviors, going out on runs and kicking ass. It was the best thing you’d ever done, especially when you had your late night meet-ups with Negan. You always enjoyed kicking ass all day long and coming home to get an award for your behavior, so you were excited to go out for your run to a newly discovered farm.
You hopped into Negan’s personal vehicle, this is how it always was, sometimes you’d stare out the window, sometimes you’d sing along to the music, sometimes you’d suck his cock, and sometimes, on a day like today you’d be doing all three. The farm seemed minutely low risk, no people there alive, just mumbling idiots who wanted human flesh. This should have been easy for your group, but it got difficult.
The group you led with Negan had just finished the untouched house, picking up everything of use: toothbrushes, pillows, shirts, pants, cleaning supplies, knives, fuck even the plates. You loaded it into the truck and you, Negan and your guys headed toward the barn, you were hoping that there would be a ginormous stockpile of food inside, instead, it was a stock pile of walkers.
There were about twenty of you, and your were trained to kill these fuckers, so your group tried, tried to kill them all. After seven of your men were killed and Negan was getting cornered, you decided to go with an old strategy. “Boys, listen up, I’m going to lead them away you trail behind killing the fuckers off!” Before Negan had a chance to protest you made a deep slice into the skin on your arm, blood pouring from your arm. You took off running, most if not all of the walkers now chasing you.
The boys followed the horde, killing them off behind you. You knew you had to do something more, so you made another slice, directly below your first, then another, you began getting dizzy, running slower, but you knew that Negan was a top priority, even if it meant you died. Too many people counted on that man, too many people would suffer without him, you included. Simon called out to you as you made one more cut, climbing on top of a hay roll, beginning to kill off the walkers yourself. You counted only nine men, and Negan.
Finally all the walkers were dead, Simon helping you down, Negan just glaring at you. You stumbled, Simon helping you stand. “That was stupid, Y/N,” Simon sighed, “stupid, but saved our asses Y/N, good job.” Simon let you sit down, your breathing light and your eyes drowsy. He tied an old t-shirt on your cuts, Negan still burning a hole through you while his men emptied the barn. You were right, it was full of food, just didn’t consider walkers.
By the time it was time to leave, you couldn’t stand, you had wondered if they would put you down, they really didn’t have many supplies to help you, you’d lost too much blood. Negan helped you up, helped you get in the car, and slammed the door. It jolted you awake, scaring you a little. Negan climbed in, started the car and stared at you as he drove momentarily. “That was stupid, Y/N, you could’ve got yourself killed and for what? For what?” Negan began, but you could barely hear him any longer, fading out of consciousness the last thing you really heard was Negan screaming your name and the roar of the engine.
You woke up in the infirmary, surrounded by flowers. You were very confused, this was an old fashioned thing, not after the walkers thing. “Bought and sent by the men you saved on that run, Y/N. They’ve all been by, donated blood, the ones that could, their families too, you saved a lot of people that would have died. But I have to tell you Negan’s-” at this point Dr. Carson was interrupted by the door slamming inwards. “Out,” you heard the gravelly voiced, bearded man roar.
Dr. Carson shut the door behind you, Negan glaring a hole through you. “Negan-” you started, but quickly shut your mouth when he began speaking. “Don’t Negan me, little one,” as soon that came out of his mouth you shrunk into yourself. Sure you and Negan had been fucking for the year you’d been here, so he had learned all about your submissive nature. “You know, I thought Daddy told you as long as you were safe you could come into the field?” You shuddered, you were in trouble, you knew it. “Nega-” his hand wrapped around your throat lightly, “Rethink what you’re about to say and who I am.”
“Daddy,” you started as his hand drifted from your throat into your hair lovingly, you curled into it, “I had to, it was that or lose men, too many men, lose you.” He grabbed your hair, “So, you think, that almost killing yourself was better?” He let go and started pacing, “Yes. It is, Negan.” His eyes flared with rage. “And why exactly is that.” You scoffed, “Because Negan, I’m just not as important as those men. I don’t have a family or anything like that, nobody who needs me or counts on me.” Negan slammed his hands down on the table so angry he couldn’t see. “Get in your punishment position, Y/N,” Negan stated calmly.
You sighed, moving into the uncomfortable position, on all fours on your bed, ass presented to him like a present. “When,” he pulled down your pants, exposing your ass to him completely, “are,” he smacked your ass, “you,” he smacked your right cheek, “going to,” he spanked you again and again, “learn.” He temporarily stopped. “You will never put yourself in danger again in the field, do you understand, little one?” Negan had calmed down, you knew this would help him, but you would not lie to him. “Negan,” he smacked your ass again, this time harder, “Daddy, I can’t let my men not come home to their families.” He smacked your ass, admiring the bright red and dripping wetness. “Don’t you get it baby, what about me? What about me?”
You froze, what was Negan saying? “May I exit my position?” You knew giving yourself to him in all forms would bring him comfort. Negan hums in response, you ignore your growing need to submit yourself to him. You wrap your arms around his neck. “Listen, Daddy, I know you think you need me, but-” he growled as these words came out. “Y/n, don’t you get it? I- I fucking love you- I can’t stand thinking that you’re not going to come back one day, I can’t, I can’t baby,” he buried his face in your neck, sniffling. You hardly ever saw this part of him, only once, when he told you about Lucille.
“My first responsibility, morally and legitimately, begins and ends with those men getting home safe.” Negan wrapped his hands around your face, lust and anger filling his eyes. “Your first responsibility is to me, little one. Ass your leader, your boss, your boyfriend and your daddy, you understand me?” You nodded and he pushed you back into position. He smacked your ass again, “I asked you a question,” another swift smack to your ass. “Yes daddy, I understand!” He smiled, sliding two fingers into you, enjoying your whimper, “Let me remind you why risky behavior is bad for you.”
Warnings: drinking, persistent damon, he’s a good guy
A/N: fic modeled after “Buy my own drinks” by Runaway June
You walked into The Grill, ready to forget your ex, to forget everything really. You tried to get Elena and Caroline to come with you, but Elena had plans with Stefan and Caroline had plans with Tyler. You felt a twinge of pain in your heart, normally you would’ve had plans with he-who-shall-not-be-named but you found the bastard with another girl. It was time to have some fun of your own.
You knew he would never step foot in The Grill, the entire town knowing what he had done would be at your side in less than a fraction of a second. Downing your second drink, you ordered another. Joined by the very attractive Damon Salvatore. You smiled at him not wanting a conversation, you wanted to have fun tonight, not to cry. You finished off your third drink, flagging down the bartender when Damon slyly says, “I’ll get it doll.” You roll your eyes. “No, I will, I’m fine.”
Making your way sloppily to the jukebox, you are interrupted by Damon Salvatore. Trying to put your change in the musical box, you were stopped by Damon putting his hand over the slot for your money. You turned to him, crossing your arms and huffing. “Seriously, dude, fuck off,” you said shoving his hand off of the slot. “I don’t need you to hover right now.” Damon put his hands up defensively, “Alright, pretty lady, as you wish.”
You danced, sang and drank all night long. Finally, the bartender gave me my final drink and I began to head out the door, when your stalker friend came up to you. “Let me give you a ride, at least,” he smiled at you, genuine concern sitting on his modeled face. You giggled, you couldn’t help it, stumbling a little, Damon sweetly catching you. You smiled, waving a cab down, “I’m alright Damon, I can manage to get home.” He opened the door of the cab for you, tripping into the seat, giggling again. “I’ll meet you there, doll face,” he muttered as he shut the door, causing you to sigh.
You stumbled up the steps, fumbling with your keys, greeted by a tall cross-legged Damon sitting upon your porch swing. “Go away, Damon,” you giggled. Instead of listening to you he helped you get your key in the door. You smiled, but stood firm on sleeping alone tonight. “Thank you, Damon, but go home,” you stepped in your doorway. “Come on, Y/N, I’m not trying anything, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You smiled at him, reaching your hand to his face, “Alright,”you smiled, “on the couch though.” You stumbled up to your bed, effectively passing out for the night.
Waking up in the morning, you grabbed the Aspirin from your cabinet, heading downstairs for a bottle of water. Smiling at Damon, who kindly has the blinds pulled shut, you grab a bottle of water. He offers you medicine, you show him your own medicine you picked up. “You know, you could just drink my blood and be fine, right?” Damon smirks, you scrunch your nose, “I’m a big girl, with big girl thongs and I can handle a hangover.
Damon began making breakfast, you wondered to yourself if this is what best friends are for. Damon pricked his finger, watching you hold your head in your hands, holding it to you. “Come on,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “it’s okay, you don’t have to be so strong all the time.” You smiled at him, happily sucking off the small amount of blood off of his finger. He smiled and continued to make breakfast for his bright little love.
Warnings: slight dom and sub tones; violence; semi-smut
A/N: I am yucky with descriptions before the reading, it’s good
Damons POV
She was a hunter. I instantly put up my guards, the veins in my eyes becoming a prominent black, fangs poking through my teeth.
She was not afraid, almost amazed, sucked into my appearance, entranced. This sweet girl, standing innocently in front of me reached her arm around her neck, moving her hair. What is she doing? She moved a step closer. She’s inviting me to feed off of her. “Go ahead Damon,” she looked at me with pleading eyes.
That was all I needed. I slowly stepped in front of her, her eyes pleading to me, waiting for me, needing me. I slowly injected my fangs into her neck. Her blood was like drinking from a sugar fountain laced with bourbon. I had never had anything this good, never met a human with blood that tastes this good. I couldn’t control myself, I was going to suck her dry. Until her lips opened and out came the happiest whimper, almost a moan of my name. I let go of her, painfully so. She looked at me with dazed eyes, crumpling to the ground. Out cold but still breathing.
Y/N’s POV
I woke up in an unfamiliar place, however I felt completely comforted. This has nothing to do with the fact that Damon Salvator has his modeled arm plastered around my waist and everything to do with his scent invading every part of my body. An unrecognizable feelings i have never experienced. I slowly peeled his arm off of me and brought my feet to the edge of the bed.
I slowly brought myself to the floor, stepping only a few steps, before regretting my decision. I tried to grab anything, but my vision blurring, it was all to no avail. “Damon,” I quietly begged, feeling myself getting ready to blackout. Within a moment Damon was standing over me in concern, quickly biting into his wrist, pushing to my lips. I quickly closed my eyes, knowing my E/C irises would quickly turn a soft purple. Bringing my lips to his wrist I began to enjoy the taste of his whiskey burnt blood. I continue to drink from his endless fountain, letting out an embarrassing moan of pleasure, wanting him to touch me, needing him to touch me in this personal moment.
Damons POV
Feeling her suck from my wrist was euphoric, bringing pleasure to me I haven’t felt in years. She is moaning, enjoying this as much as I am, noticing her legs moving against each other, looking for friction. I slowly put my hand at her hem, waiting for permission. She lets out a small whimper and bucks into my hand, yet again inviting me in. I bring my hand slowly to her clit, beginning in a slow pace, I wanted to drive her crazy, make her beg for more. She whimpered, continuing to ride my hand, taking her mouth off of my wrist temporarily, “Please sir, please!” With that I increase my pace as she returns her mouth to my wrist. Watching her thrive underneath my touch, listening to her heartbeat get faster and faster, watching as she comes to life as she unravels around my hand sets my blood on fire with need. Seeing how beautiful she is when she is at her most vulnerable is shooting electricity through me. “Do you want to cum Y/N? Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my hand?” She nodded fiercely, I moved my fingers to fill her, to fill her need. “Cum baby, cum on my fingers,” and she came undone, sucking harder on my wrist, riding her high until she was satisfied. She slowly pulled back, keeping her head down, my wrist returning to its flawless self when the door to my bedroom flung open.
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