#Dean Smith x Female!Reader

[wayward-dreamer]

Before You Know It

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Pairing: Dean Smith x Female!Reader

Word count: 2,700

Summary: Dean has to leave for a business trip in London, giving Y/N the idea of making sure he has something to keep him satisfied while he's away.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, d/s elements, filming sex, restraints, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, hair pulling, daddy kink, doggystyle, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), more fluff.

A/N: So excited to bring this time stamp of Love On The 26th Floor to y'all! There might be a couple more in the works ;) Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy​.

Y/N’s black heels clicked against the wooden floorboards as she walked out of the elevator, turning the corner of the foyer and into the apartment. She yawned as she made her way through the penthouse, dropping her purse on the table of the breakfast nook before continuing into the bedroom. She went straight into the bathroom, washing her hands and wiping them on the soft white towel, placing it back on the rack before she sauntered into the walk-in closet. It had been a long day at work, her new job as a publishing assistant kicking her ass on a daily basis, but she enjoyed every second of it. Of course she missed working at Smith Construction for the main reason of extended lunches with Dean, but she was happy to be doing what she loved, finally.

As she slipped out of her five-inch patent leather pumps, she removed her earrings and bracelet, her ears perking up as she heard loud footsteps echoing in the hallway towards the room. She smiled as Dean appeared in the threshold to the closet, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

“What are you doing home so early?” she asked, as he walked over to her. It was just about to turn 6pm, and he had been working late in the past few weeks, so she was surprised to see him. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist as he reached her, his lips on her neck, causing a content sigh to leave her as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Gotta start packing for London,” he replied, his voice deep but flat, his head lifting up to frown at her in the mirror.

Her facial expression matched his as she whined, turning around in his arms, draping hers around his neck. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Duty calls, sweetheart,” he muttered, nuzzling his nose against hers as his green orbs stared into hers. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She scoffed; her eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Two weeks! That’s longer than other trips.”

“I know,” he sighed heavily, but he smirked as a thought came to him, “but I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

She hummed, leaning up and kissing him softly, lingering a little longer to imply it was already heading somewhere. “Unless… there’s something we can do now so we don’t miss each other too much…”

“Like what?” he asked, the timbre of his voice deep and husky as his eyes darkened.

Y/N smiled mischievously as she stepped back slightly, her hands reaching up to loosen his tie. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor as her fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off him along with his suit jacket as their eyes were locked on each other. Her hands skimmed over the smooth skin of his chest, his lingering gaze causing her to bite her lip.

“Wait for me,” she stated, nudging her chin towards the bedroom.

Dean lifted an eyebrow in curiosity as he stepped back, turning away from her as he made his way into the other room. She quickly stripped out of her work clothes, leaving her black thigh-high stockings on as she walked over to another set of drawers. She opened the top one, taking out a sexier, black, lacy push up bra and quickly snapping the clasp behind her back, pulling on the matching thong to complete the set. She fluffed her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror, walking out of the closet to the bedroom.

She smiled as she saw Dean sitting on the bed, his elbows pressed into the mattress under him as he propped himself up, a wide grin appearing on his face as he saw her. He quickly stood up and met her halfway, but she stopped him as she pressed her fist into his torso. She winked as he looked confused, reaching into his back pocket for his personal cell and walking over to the table in the corner of the room, near the armchair next to the large, floor-to-ceiling window. She propped it up against the lamp, pointed the camera towards the bed and switched to video mode, pressing the red button and seeing it start to record before she joined him.

“So you have something to keep you satisfied in London,” she whispered against his lips.

He groaned in approval as he leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to her mouth as he pulled her close, their hands roughly grabbing at each other’s bodies. He groaned again as her nails scraped against his skin, a slight sting against his flesh as she reached for his belt. He grabbed her wrists, his eyes dark as he glared down at her.

“I’m the one who’s always in control, sweetheart,” he husked, sternly. “I thought you knew that by now. Unless you need a reminder…”

Dean’s hands fell down to her waist, swiftly pushing her down on the bed. She squeaked as her face pressed into the sheets, a pleasured smile pulling at her lips as she heard the clink of his belt. She moaned softly as he reached forward and wrapped the leather around her wrists, clasping the belt as he slid her arms out in front of her.

“On your knees,” he ordered, smirking down at her.

Y/N pushed up on her knees as she spread her legs, her hands gripping the sheets as she held herself up on her elbows. She glanced at the phone and saw him behind her as it recorded, causing a shiver ran down her back, exciting her. She hummed softly as his hands roamed over her thighs, his fingers pressing into her flesh before they pulled her thong aside, as the bed dipped slightly. She gasped as she felt his tongue lick a long stripe against her folds, her forehead pressing into the bed as he repeated the action.

He grinned as he pulled back briefly, his fingers pressing into the globes of her ass as he continued, his skilled muscle moving from her clit to her entrance, groaning as her arousal grew over his tongue. He teased her heat, causing a loud whimper to leave her as he entered her slowly, feeling her clench around him.

“Always taste so fucking good, gorgeous,” he muttered as he pulled back, kissing the back of her thigh. “Love feeling my mouth on you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, breathing heavily.

He growled as he squeezed the left cheek, a soft moan leaving her, making him smirk wickedly. “Yes what?”

She bit her lip as she took a deep breath, feeling the muscles in her stomach clench from the thrill coursing through her. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, but not quite,” he muttered, before he leaned back down, “I think you really do need reminding…”

She let out a loud, strangled whimper as he continued to lick at her folds, moving between her bundle of nerves and her tight channel, letting the tip of his tongue tease her repeatedly. He was like a man starved, holding her hips tight in his hands, squeezing her flesh and adding another level of pleasure to his ministrations. Just as she felt the familiar tightening in her core, however, he pulled away. She whined at the loss of his touch, knowing she was close to her release. He ran his hand over the soft skin, raising it, before bringing it down hard on the right globe.

“Fuck,” she moaned, loudly as she tried to glance back at him.

“Gonna spank this ass raw, so you don’t forget who you belong to, sweetheart,” he growled, gripping the left globe harshly. “So you remember that even in these two weeks, you’re still mine.”

He raised his other hand and brought it down, causing her squeal as she felt the heat from the impact. A smile pulled at her lips as she felt the sensation course through her, another moan escaping her as he repeated the action, a little harder than before.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, baby girl?” he asked, his voice laced with a sensual timbre.

“Y-Yes, s-sir,” she stuttered, nodding frantically.

Smack! “Try again.”

“Yes…” she started, but her mind was foggy, too overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling already.

Smack! “Yes what, Y/N?” he asked, a dark chuckle leaving him as he stared down at her.

Biting her lip as she tried not to smile at that sound, she knew what he wanted. She practically screamed as he lifted his hand again, cracking it against her right cheek, squeezing the flesh to make the sting last. She moaned wantonly as he repeated the same action across the left, the words he wanted to hear at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t help but keep them to herself, wanting to feel more of the euphoric pain. He growled as he knew what she was doing, leading him to push his hips against her, making her feel his hard cock pressing against her through the fabric of his trousers.

“That’s what you really want, isn’t it, gorgeous?” he asked, pressing himself further into her, her arousal no doubt staining the material.

She nodded. “Yes…”

“Then you know how to finish that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and rough. He raised his hand once more, a whimper escaping her as she felt it against her left cheek, a smirk growing across face. “So let me ask you again… yes what?”

She breathed heavily, her eyes glancing at their image in the video, making her smile wickedly. “Yes, daddy.”

Smack! “Good girl,” he praised, soothing the sting with his softer touch.

She moaned softly at the term of endearment, relishing in the feel of his hands on her hips, lightly running over the goosebumps that appeared on her skin. Dean pulled back slightly, kicking off his shoes and socks before ridding himself of his pants and boxers. His knees pressed into the mattress as he moved behind her, taking hold of his shaft and lightly running over her folds, causing her to shift back against him.

“Patience, baby girl,” he muttered, placing a hand to the small of her back to keep her from moving.

He lined himself to her tight heat, and in a swift motion of his hips, sank deep into her. She pressed her forehead against the bed as she felt him, her walls completely sheathing his cock. He gripped her hips tight in his hands as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast, just the way she preferred. She moaned loudly, lifting her head to catch a glimpse of the video as it continued to film. Dean leaned over her, wrapping the strands of her hair around his hand and tugging hard, causing her a pleasured yelp to leave her.

“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart, taking my cock so fucking well,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hip. “Feels so fucking perfect, so tight and wet.”

“Feels so good, daddy,” she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut. “Love the way you fuck me, so deep inside me, so hard…”

“Love the way daddy’s cock feels, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked, smirking as he looked down at her.

“Yeah,” she panted, breathlessly. “Right there, so-so good.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. He could feel her clenching tight around him with each thrust, only making his movement more frenzied.

Dean’s arms slid under her, slightly lifting her up so that her back was a little upright, enough so that he could lean against her. She still sat on her knees, his hips smacking against hers as he pounded into her. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear as he tugged on her hair once more, making her look at their bodies moving on the screen across from the bed.

“You’re gonna remember how good daddy made you feel while he’s away, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he asked, his voice low and husky in her ear.

“Yes, daddy,” she replied, moaning softly.

He pressed a kiss to her hairline, smirking as he looked at her. “But even when you remember you’re gonna be a good girl, right?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, daddy.”

“So that means…” he started, pulling her hips back against his pelvis, their skin smacking against each other’s as he relentlessly thrust into her, “no matter how much you want to, how much you need to as you think about daddy fucking you just like this… you’re not gonna touch yourself, baby girl.”

She cried out as she felt that familiar sensation in her core, the coil tightening and ready to snap at any moment. She turned her head slightly to look back at him, moaning as she saw the look in his eyes, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

“Tell me you’re gonna be a good girl, Y/N,” he ordered, lightly nipping at her ear lobe.

“I’m… I’m gonna be a good girl,” she rasped, trying to lean her weight back on him.

He clicked his tongue, holding her still. “You’re not gonna touch this pussy until daddy gets back. Say it.”

“I’m not gonna touch my pussy until daddy gets back,” she repeated, breathing heavily.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to the back of her ear. “Such a good girl for me…”

Without missing a beat, he thrusted harder into her, moving deeper within her as a loud moan shredded her voice, her eyes shutting tightly as felt the tip of his cock hitting the edge of her cervix. Her walls contracted around him as he pushed her down on the bed again, her hands fisting the sheets tight in her grasp. His hips were unrelenting as he felt how close he was too, but he wanted her to get to the edge first. She moaned his name as she felt her core tighten, reaching her climax instantly as her slick covered his cock, loud cries of pleasure repeatedly falling from her lips. He slammed into her a few more times, before a deep, rasping moan escaped him, ropes of his seed coating her walls.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned, his eyes closed as he basked in the bliss from his release.

Dean slowly pulled out, a soft hiss leaving Y/N as she lazily dropped her whole body down onto the mattress. He quickly walked over to the table across the room, and picked up his phone, turning off the recording. Curiosity got the better of him, and he dragged the video across, watching the fast stills of their session move past on the screen. He couldn’t wait to watch it back completely, once he was away.

He placed the phone on the nightstand and moved over to Y/N, gently removing the belt from her hands. He pulled her close, smiling softly as her eyes fluttered open and met his, as she beamed up at him.

“No chance you’re gonna send that to me?” she asked, a cheeky glint in her eyes.

“So you can break the rules? I don’t think so,” he replied, softly pecking her lips.

She sighed, dramatically falling into his arms. “Fine.”

His hands slid down the sides of her smooth torso, his fingers nimbly running over her skin, tickling her. She squealed and giggled, causing a hearty chuckle to erupt from him. He held her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, reminding himself how lucky he was to have her.

“What do you say we clean up and then go out for dinner?” he asked, glancing down at her. “I can pack later.”

“Okay,” she muttered, smiling as she leaned up and kissed him, passionately.

Taking his hand in hers, Y/N led him into the bathroom. They both freshened up before getting dressed for a nice dinner, their hands still intertwined as they left the apartment. She barely let go for the rest of the night, wanting to be as close to him as possible before he had to leave for his business trip.

But she reassured herself that he would be back before she knew it.

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BEDROOM HYMNS BY PROSEOVER-BROS

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

TITLE: Bedroom Hymns

STATUS: Complete

ERA: Season 7

PAIRING: Negan Smith x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

SUMMARY: On the night of the lineup, Negan took one look at you and knew that he had to have you. What you never anticipated was just how desperately you would end up wanting him back.

RATING: Mature (Minors DNI)

WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Language, Sexual Situations, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praising, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Teeny Bit of Fluff

A/N: I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone that I love Negan just as much as I love Daryl. Needless to say, seeing JDM’s sexy ass on my screen again every week was just the inspiration I needed for this smut-fest. Hope you enjoy! If so, comments/likes/reblogs would mean the world!

What the fuck am I doing here?

The same question had been repeating itself in your head as your reluctant footsteps brought you to the outside of Negan’s apartment. All of your instincts were screaming at you to get far away, but before you could so much as knock, the door swung open to reveal that smug, irritatingly beautiful face.

You knew he’d been waiting for you. When Simon had made a beeline for the truck the moment you returned from that afternoon’s run, it was a dead giveaway. Not to mention the fact that Negan had you hauled back the second he realized you’d snuck off in the first place.

Earlier that morning, you’d heard a group of the Sanctuary’s scavengers talking over breakfast. Today’s run was supposed to be through a neighborhood ten miles west of Alexandria. This was your chance. Your plan was to return, but only long enough to pack your things and get gone before anyone knew the wiser. The last thing you wanted was to create any more trouble for Rick and the others when all they’d ever done was help you.

Unfortunately, your entire plan went to shit when Negan had gotten in touch with Mike, the Savior who was leading the expedition. You’d overheard their conversation on the radio, listening as Negan ordered Mike to bring you back to the Sanctuary if he wanted to keep his balls attached to his dick. If Mike had been anyone else you might’ve felt bad for getting him into trouble, but he wasn’t. Mike was a Savior, and therefore not worth one damn bit of your sympathy.

He drove you back to the Sanctuary, bitching about the waste of fuel and resources the entire way, and when his truck pulled up right outside of the towering building, you turned to face him.

“If you were stupid enough to believe that he’d let me go in the first place, you deserve whatever you have coming.”

Mike snarled, opening his mouth to no doubt call you a bitch or a whore, but by the time the insult traveled from his pea brain to his mouth, you’d already opened the door to the passenger side and jumped down from the truck to an awaiting Simon.

“What is it about you?” Simon asked by way of greeting. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as hell, but there are loads of hot women for him to choose from — women whose job it is to please him. Why’s he so enamored with you?”

“Oh, enamored!” You exclaimed sarcastically, earning a glare from the man who had the bushiest mustache you’d ever had the displeasure of seeing. “Someone’s been brushing up on their vocabulary.”

When Negan’s right-hand man crossed his arms and raised an equally bushy eyebrow as he awaited your answer, you rolled your eyes and strode past him. “Just lucky, I guess.”

The truth was, you didn’t understand Negan’s obsession with you either, but it went all the way back to the night of the lineup. That night and the fear you’d felt as you anxiously awaited his arrival with the rest of Rick’s group would stay with you forever. You’d all heard plenty about the Saviors’ infamous leader, but none had ever crossed him. Once the group had honored their agreement with Hilltop and attacked what they’d thought was the Saviors’ only compound, you’d assumed Negan had been included in the body count.

That assumption had cost Glenn and Abraham their lives.

You would never admit it, not to Negan, not to yourself — not to anyone — but the moment that the door to the RV swung open, you were just as attracted to him as he was to you. He may have been the man that both Hilltop and the Kingdom had warned your group about, but even you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful — psychotic or not.

As hard as you tried to fight it, your attraction to him had only grown since that horrible night, and after finally succumbing to it when you’d shared a kiss with him just yesterday, you’d gone out of your way to put some distance between the two of you. Until now, when you knew that continuing to avoid him could result in something horrible for Alexandria.

“Well, look who it is!” Negan exclaimed as he appeared in the doorway, opening his arms wide. He was attempting to hide his anger at finding his bed empty that morning with his typical show of bravado, but deep within his hazel eyes, you knew that the anger was laced with something else.

Hurt?

No, it wasn’t possible.

No fucking way.

This was Negan. He wasn’t capable of that emotion.

You brushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, finding it very easy to act as if it hadn’t happened when he continued with his usual theatrics. After allowing him to lure you to his apartment with dinner and drinks the previous evening, Negan had convinced you to stay the night, and you’d agreed, mostly because you didn’t want anyone to catch you leaving his bedroom so late. The entire evening had been established as a way to pay him back after he’d agreed to let Dr. Carson go to Alexandria to treat Carl, who had developed pneumonia after going on a run in the rain with Daryl and Sasha.

When you woke up that morning, it was in Negan’s bed, but he’d at least played the part of the perfect gentleman and taken the couch, which made it easy for you to slip out just as the sun was rising, completely unnoticed.

“What do you want?” You snapped, annoyed.

Stepping back, Negan opened his door wider to let you in, the flash of emotion you’d just seen on his face quickly forgotten as his signature grin replaced it, stretching wide across his handsome face. Foolishly ignoring your conscience for the second time that day, you stepped forward, entering his apartment.

“Pretty sure you know the answer to that question.” He grinned.

“And you chose me rather than forcing yourself on one of your ‘wives’?” An exaggerated gasp left your lips as you placed a hand to your chest with mock pride. “I’m honored.”

Negan shut the door behind you and within seconds you could feel him on your heels, his warm breath ghosting the back of your neck. “You really think I need to ‘force myself’ on anyone, darlin’?”

Ignoring his proximity, you moved away, stepping over to the kitchenette and mindlessly running your hand over the counter. Turning to face him now that you’d put some distance between the two of you, you crossed your arms over your chest and narrowed your eyes at him.

While Negan may not have noticed you leaving his bedroom that morning, someone else had. Sherry. The two of you had walked back to the cafeteria where she’d filled you in on how she had become Negan’s wife just a few weeks ago. It was an ultimatum that she’d agreed to in order to keep her real husband from receiving a worse punishment than the iron.

“I am not a rapist.” Negan continued defensively. “Every one of those women have come to me, willingly.”

“Willingly?” You scoffed, glaring at him in disbelief as your anger began to mount. “When you threaten to kill someone’s husband unless they agree to be your whore, that isn’t willingness, that’s desperation — and you fucking know it!”

Negan rubbed a hand down his jaw as he stared at you, but for once he didn’t have a witty comeback to toss your way. If the circumstances had been different, you would’ve celebrated such a victory. The man who never shut up, finally silenced? It certainly was a sight to see. As it was, you weren’t exactly in the mood for celebrating.

“That’s right, I talked to Sherry. Try again, asshole.”

For a moment he remained silent, tapping two fingers against his bottom lip as he appeared to be deep in thought. But when he met your eyes again and you watched as that wicked grin returned to his features, you knew that he felt no sense of shame, and your victory over him was short-lived.

“Ah, I know what this is . . .” He began, his deep, gravelly voice practically purring as he sauntered closer and lowered his hands to your hips. “You jealous, baby?”

Rolling your eyes in pure disgust, you covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly. “Oh, I fucking hate you!”

Negan’s grip moved from your hips to your forearms, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe for a brief, absurd, fleeting moment I didn’t absolutely despise you last night — but that’s over. Done. I want to go home. I want to go back to Alexandria.”

For a moment, nothing was said. He worked his jaw as he took in your words, but refused to believe in them. “Not happening.”

“Why?” You hissed, pushing his hands away when he attempted to return them to your waist.

Negan frowned but didn’t reply.

You couldn’t believe that you’d managed to stump him twice in one night.

“I asked you a fucking question.”

“Take it easy.” He warned you.

“‘Take it easy?’” You laughed, outraged by how nonchalant he was being. Negan, who could put your potty mouth to shame, even on an off day. Nowhere near in the mood for this, you slammed your hands up against his chest, throwing all your weight forward and shoving him as hard as you could.

“Why the fuck not, Negan? Rick and the others have been killing themselves getting you everything you’ve asked for. They haven’t let you down once!”

Before you could fully remove your hands from his chest, he grabbed you by the wrists and pressed you to the wall, crowding your body with his.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You absolutely hated yourself for the abrupt feeling of desire warming in the pit of your stomach as he closed in on you, those dark eyes staring you down in a way that made your heart race.

“Because I’m not letting you go. Because it’s different with you. I felt it — you felt it. I fucking know that you felt it.” Raising his hand, he moved it forward to cup your chin, his thumb and forefinger dipping down to graze the sides of your neck. “And I haven’t fucked any of those women, not since you got here.”

“And what do you want for that? A prize?” You hissed, desperately trying to keep your train of thought on what was important. “This isn’t me being jealous of your harem, this is me being disgusted with you for taking advantage of these women in the first place.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you last night when you kissed me.” He murmured, his eyes darting down to your lips.

“You kissed me.” You corrected him.

“And you kissed me back.” He smirked.

Lowering his hands from your face, he placed them over your hips once more and pulled you flush against him, letting you feel what thoughts of the previous night were doing to him. You closed your eyes at the sensation as he molded your body to the erect outline of his cock, your resolve weakening.

“That was a mistake.” You whispered, hating the pathetic sound of your voice.

“You don’t believe that.” He argued.

Biting into your bottom lip, you swallowed hard but said no more, not sure that you could trust what might come out of your mouth next.

Suddenly, Negan scoffed. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

Finally opening your eyes to look at him, you narrowed them into a glare, daring him to elaborate.

“I let you pick the job you wanted, excluded you from the point system. Hell, I even let you take that hick piece of trash’s place—“

At the mention of Daryl, you swung your hand out and slapped him across the face so hard that it left your palm numb and stinging. Negan’s head whipped to the side from the impact, and when he looked back at you, that smug smile was finally gone from his lips.

“Don’t you fucking call him that.”

Negan growled and in the blink of an eye, pressed you back once more, slamming his free hand against the space beside your head. Your back connected with the dry wall, a startled gasp leaving your lips as you stared up at him, wondering if you’d finally gone too far. Moving his hand to your throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze but even as you felt your heartbeat quicken from the contact, you weren't scared of him. This wasn't fear you felt, this was something else entirely, and when his eyes darkened and he lunged forward to roughly press his lips to yours, you kissed him back rather than allow yourself time to think about what that feeling was.

Negan’s kiss was hungry; his mouth devouring your lips, tongue, and every single moan that escaped you while his strong hands held your face far more gently than you’d ever thought him capable of. Opening and closing your mouth against his, you returned each of his kisses with equal fervor; a mixture of passion, anger, lust, hatred — every single emotion you’d ever felt for him, merging into one — your hands clutching his shoulders as he moved you from the wall and carefully backed you over towards his bed.

Gently breaking the kiss, Negan stared down the several inches he had on you, the look on his face very much resembling a starved man. With your eyes on his, you opened your mouth to speak when a sharp gasp left your mouth instead, his hands having found your ass and lifted you into the air against him before gently setting you down on his bed. Over the next moment or two he took his time removing your button-up flannel, tank top and jeans, his lips tenderly kissing every new inch of skin that became exposed to him.

Moving his hands to unclasp your bra, he let it drop to the side before lowering his body over yours. Negan had always considered himself an ass man, but with you he didn’t want to graze over a single body part. Pressing his lips to your neck, he used both hands to cup your beautiful breasts to his face, and you welcomed the rough feel of his calloused hands and warm tongue as his mouth lowered to each smooth mound long enough to tongue both of your nipples into stiff peaks. His hands continued their descent to your hips, your thighs, your ass, until finally he hooked his thumbs beneath your underwear and pulled it off.

Quickly removing his own shirt, Negan loomed over you, his eyes greedily taking in every inch of your body with a groan that let you know he was loving what he saw. Wasting absolutely no time, he grabbed you beneath your knees and dragged your ass to the center of the bed as he kneeled, pulling you close to his face and dipping his mouth between your legs. Breathing heavily as you allowed your body to recline against the pillows, you tilted your chin, watching as he skimmed the soft skin of your inner thighs, the scratch of his beard and feel of his lips teasing you mercilessly.

“Look at my beautiful girl,” He grunted in awe, groaning at the sight of you completely spread before him, pink and smooth and glistening with your slick arousal. You’d been wet from the moment you saw his face and heard his voice when he’d first opened that door, and if he’d given you any time to think it through you’d probably be a little embarrassed, but then he leaned forward to lay a sloppy kiss over your wet heat and all those thoughts of shame faded away.

“Fuck—" You cursed, tossing your head back as his mouth found your clit with ease, his tongue darting forward to caress the tiny bundle of nerves as he used his lips to suck it further into his mouth. Instinctively, your back arched and your hips lifted off the mattress to be closer to his skilled mouth as he feasted on you. Anticipating your response, Negan slid his hands beneath you to grip your perfect ass, anchoring your body to him with his hands and mouth as his eyes traveled up to your face. He’d waited far too long to see you at his mercy, and he wasn’t going to miss a goddamn second of it.

After a few more moments spent skillfully eating your pussy and learning just what you liked, one of the strong hands clutching your ass slid from beneath you and returned a second later when he thrust two of his long fingers inside of your tight cunt, stretching you. Negan lifted his head for a breath and groaned against you as he felt resistance meeting his knuckles.

“So fuckin’ tight, aren’t you, darlin’?”

Staring down at his beautiful face nestled between your thighs, you nodded eagerly, jerking your hips to the rhythm of his fingers as you shamelessly began to fuck yourself up and down on top of them. You wanted more — you wanted him — and anything less wasn’t going to satisfy you for long. Snaking a hand along your abdomen, you slid it up between your breasts and shoved a closed fist against your lips, biting the skin of your knuckle.

“Fuck,” He hissed, his eyes hooded with pleasure as he watched you move your beautiful body in sync with his fingers, your breasts bouncing with each movement as he curled his fingers inside you to graze that tightness within that left you writhing with pleasure. You were a goddamn treasure, and he was loving every second of this. “And so fuckin’ wet for me, too.”

Lowering his head once more, Negan lashed his tongue over your clit again and again, slowly but insistently while he continued thrusting his long fingers in and out. He could do this all goddamn night if that’s what it took, but with the way your body was starting to shake against his mouth and fingers, he knew you were close.

“Come for me, baby.” He breathed against you, twisting his fingers deep inside as he hummed over your clit. “Let go.”

“Oh, fuck — Negan!” You cried out, feeling that beautiful heat building up in your stomach and licking down to your core, your toes curling as your body began to jerk and spasm with the most intense pleasure you’d felt in years — maybe ever. Negan lapped up every bit of your release, taking his time as he cleaned you up, his graying beard and chin glistening as he climbed back up your body.

Your breathing was beginning to slow back down, but before you could get it back to normal you caught sight of his face and lifted your hips to pull him forward. Grasping his chin, you pulled him into a heated, messy kiss that he all too happily returned.

“You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy now?” Negan murmured against your lips before leaning forward to give you another soft, languid kiss. Hearing your eager moan of approval, he grinned onto your lips as he slid his tongue forward, letting you taste yourself. Tucking his hand behind your head, he threaded his fingers through your hair and gently tugged back so that your eyes were level with his.

“Then you’re gonna be a good girl and look at me while I do it.”

Negan watched as you processed his words and as your expression went from aroused, to pissed, then back to aroused again. But he knew that he had you. Of course, it was a risk, and if it hadn’t paid off he wasn’t sure he’d be strong enough not to beg for your forgiveness. Not allowing you any time to change your mind, he slipped his middle and index fingers forward to spread your slick folds, pressing his forehead to yours as he felt you shudder beneath him.

Not letting up, he found and stroked your swollen clit, rubbing torturous circles around it with the pad of his thumb and eliciting a sharp gasp from you. A beautiful, overwhelming shock went straight back to your core; your nerves still heightened and sensitive after everything he’d just done to you with his mouth.

“You want it?” Negan repeated himself, though his tone didn’t sound the least bit impatient. He was enjoying this far too much. Dipping his head, he pressed his lips to the smooth flesh of your breasts, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your taut, pink nipples.

“Negan . . .” You whined.

How had you become so desperate for this man? Your enemy? How could you let him touch you with hands that had murdered your friends? Kiss you with the same mouth that had humiliated Rick, time and time again? You hated begging, and you hated the idea of begging him of all people, but in that moment you needed him to fuck you more than you needed air to breathe.

“Not good enough, baby.” He murmured. “Let me hear you say it.”

Fucking prick.

Kicking your pride to the curb, you stared up at him and nodded quickly as your teeth found your bottom lip, your gaze going from his face to the erection in his pants, then back to his dark, hazel eyes.

“I need you, Negan.” You begged, practically whimpering as your hand splayed out against his chest to grip the dark, coarse hair that grew there. “Now.”

“That’s my good girl.” Negan praised you, another smirk taking over his features.

The floor creaked beneath his weight as he stepped down from the bed to unbuckle his belt, his jeans and boxers soon joining the pile of clothes on the floor. Spitting onto his palm, he took his massive cock into his hand and gave it a few leisurely strokes as he stared down at you. Jesus. He was just as huge as he’d always assured you, and part of you fucking hated him for that.

Climbing back over you, Negan captured your lips in another kiss as he slid between your thighs, slapping the thick tip of his cock over your clit a few times before inching himself inside of you, his eyes watching as your mouth fell open in a gasp; completely overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Meeting each other’s gaze, you both slowed to stare at one another, clearly overwhelmed by just how fucking incredible it felt to finally be joined.

When you thought back to your fantasies of fucking Negan, you’d always wanted him to take you from behind, but it was clear that he wasn’t going for that. He absolutely would not provide you with any opportunity where you could pretend this wasn’t happening. The knowledge that he would only fuck you on his terms aggravated you to no end, but if you were being honest with yourself, you loved watching his reactions to the things your bodies did together. The way his brow furrowed as he thrust forward; the way his lips parted to elicit a husky groan of bliss when he finally buried his cock deep within you. And that smile. That insufferable, shit-eating grin that spread over his face, dimples shining through his scruff, all while his eyes stayed locked on yours. You wanted to slap it off and kiss it all at the very same time.

“Jesus-fuckin’-Christ,” Negan hissed, thrusting his narrow hips forward and burying his cock deep inside what had to be the sweetest, tightest heaven he’d ever had the pleasure of fucking. He looked down, mesmerized as he watched your tight cunt swallow him whole, in and out, over and over, delighting in the sounds you made as he stretched you inch by inch and you lifted your legs to wrap around the back of his thighs and ass.

“Uhh, Negan! Mmm . . .”

Your body reacted instantly to everything he did, your hands clutching his chest as you rolled your hips against his again and again, giving as good as you got. This man might be a monster, but he knew exactly what your body needed, and for right now that was enough to help you temporarily forget all the things that he’d done to the people you loved.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Negan hummed, digging his fingers into your hips as he steadied himself, pulling them just how he needed as he set up a steady rhythm. The sounds of his grunts and the wet, obscene noise of his cock going in and out of your pussy as it impaled you at such a delicious angle grew louder, and you could only pray that no one was loitering around in the hallway when you cried out his name while he fucked you harder, deeper, and better than anyone else ever had or could.

“Say it again,” Negan grunted, leaning over your body to gently palm your throat, pinning you in place as he used his other hand to swipe his thumb over your clit. “Fuckin’ say my name, baby. ”

“Negan,” You cried, not even ashamed as you felt him circling hard at your clit. “Fuck, Negan, fuck!”

Every time your hips rose to meet his — your movements, your expressions, your cries, his name on your lips, everything you were, everything you did — it all pushed him further to the edge. Anticipating that you were close, he quickened his pace, knowing that he wouldn’t be far behind.

“Look at me while you come all over my cock, pretty girl.” He demanded as he moved his hand from your throat to your mouth to trace your plush, swollen lips.

As if out of instinct, you flicked your tongue forward, lashing over the pad of his thumb and earning a low growl from him when you did exactly as he said, holding his gaze as he teased your climax from you, that delicious warmth fluttering through your stomach, then down further as your cunt pulsated and throbbed over his cock through every wave of your pleasure.

Gripping your hips, Negan moaned with you, lost entirely in your gaze as he chased his own release. Lowering his head, he met your lips once more in a bruising kiss as his cock swelled inside of your cunt and he spilled himself deep inside of you with several, brutal strokes.

Finally spent, Negan rolled to the side, reclining against the mattress and breathing deeply as he rested his hand over his abdomen. For a moment the two of you laid in peaceful silence, but only for a moment. Finally coming down from your high, you moved your palms to the mattress, about to push yourself up when Negan grabbed your right hand.

“Stay.” He said softly.

Quickly looking over at him, you frowned, about to shake your head no when he gripped you harder.

“Look, you can go back to goddamn hating me tomorrow. Just . . . just give me tonight first.” He pleaded.

Watching closely as he held your gaze, you found yourself at a loss for words. In that moment, Negan was being completely vulnerable, and he was letting you see that — more than that, he was begging you to stay. After a few seconds, he looked down, assuming you were going to deny him anyway, when you suddenly squeezed his hand back.

Rather than answer right away, you took his face in your hands and leaned forward to press a slow, tender kiss to his lips. When you broke it a few seconds later, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you searchingly.

“Tonight," You promised. “You can have tonight.

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CAMGIRL PRINCESS

Summary: Y/N has been friends with best friend for years now. Trying to have extra money aside while being away from college she finds a camgirl job. She'd never guess her best friends dad would be her number one fan.

Pairing: camgirl!reader x bestfriendsdad! negan smith (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, recording sexual activity!, mentions of posting sexual activities!, posting nudity!, oral sex (f rec), rough sex!, male masturbation!, daddy issues!, slight family issues mentioned!, daddy kink!, reader has a tattoo!, OnlyFans! account!, porn mentioned!, fingering!, mentions of different kinks!, mentions of partying!, Negan is a professor!, talks of other people having sex!, drinking!- reader my be tipsy during sex it is really not mentioned!, mentions of drinking!, choking!, cursing!, age gap! (reader age is not mentioned!, Negan is in his late 40s)!, mentions of spanking!, mentions of bruising! , Negan calls reader pet names but also slut- a few times!, and not fully edited.

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Negan groaned to himself, having the phone underneath his desk at work; his shift was five minutes past over. He couldn’t bring himself to get up yet. This feed, this damn OnlyFans, he shouldn’t listen to his best friend Simon to get. Recently going through a dry phase, he had been trying to find ways to get off.

Negan had not had sex in a year, perhaps a little bit longer. He did not know why; he was not interested in anyone. He tried the dating thing, even the fling thing, but nothing worked out for the older bachelor. A few months ago, while bar hopping with Simon after teaching a class at the local college, his friend showed him the OnlyFans app.

Through the few months, Negan found a few pages he liked, but this one page, this angel princess, whoever the fuck she was, had him wrapped around her finger. Her face was always hidden in the pictures, maybe some of her plump lips and her hair, but not once had he got to see this woman’s face. He felt stupid being this attracted to a woman over an app, even without seeing her face. Her body was just perfect; each part of her he saw knew could not get more perfect. What he noticed is the tattoo high up on her thigh, that fuckin flower on her curvy thighs.

He wanted to squeeze, leave bruises on, and mark her. God, this was fucked up; she could be a fake person for all he knew. But when the videos hit his pag of her, he knew she had to be real somewhere out there.

Negan’s finger was hesitant, clicking over the link, opening his private web, and taking him to the app. It only took a moment to load before a video of this woman’s covered breast was on the camera. Her hair is right above her perky tits so perfectly. The black laced bra had them pushed together; Negan palmed the front of his jeans, feeling uncomfortable each moment. Her voice was low; she was talking had not done much talking before.

She seemed to be shy, Negan loved that.

Negan raised his volume, listening to the woman's voice. Her body was in full view, and her plump lips were seen before the rest of her face was cut off. The older man's ear perked up; that voice was sounding more familiar. His face furrowed, fubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans and bringing the phone closer to him.

“A lot of you been wondering what I look like,” Her voice sounded so sweet; Negan watched her smile as her fingers ran through her hair, “I thought I could give my special fans what they wanted.” Negan knew this video was for the premium users; his stomach twisted, and he was excited. He actually should hate himself right now.

The woman's fingers traced down to her bra straps, stretching them out down her body. Her head was thrown back a little, revealing some of her necks, throwing her head back for her face to be seen.

Negans face dropped along with his stomach, but eyes widened eyes never left the screen. His daughters best friend of all people was on that screen, almost having her bra off and a clear view of her beautiful face.

Negan cursed at himself under his breath, wanting to close out of the app, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted more. Her voice was as clear as now, too; how had he not recognized it before?

His jeans were tightened, and his member was still rock hard. Negan should not feel this way, especially knowing who this woman was. This was his daughter's best friend; she would spend nights with them. He knew he had always found Y/N attractive, but now he did not know how he would resist her, especially when around her.

Negan sat in his office, staring at the empty classroom through the open door. The silence was only broken by the clock ticking on the wall. He had just finished teaching his final class of the day. He could go home, but his eyes were still fixated on the screen. The temptation kept growing; her bra slowly slid her perky tits out for the camera. Y/N gently squeezed them, pushing them up more, continuing to trace her hands along down.

Within a few seconds, Negan had his hardened cock picked through his underwear and jeans. With a few strokes, he gave his cock already had pre cum dripping from the top of his dick that was red. His dick was pulsating with each stroke he gave. His eyes would shift to close sometimes, imaging Y/N; he knew it was wrong. This whole situation is fucked up.

He was digging himself deeper by the minute.

Negan was giving himself a handjob in his office chair, watching Y/N slowly undress herself. The underwear she had on slowly slid down her legs, revealing her plump ass, which Negan wanted to slap. Have her bent over his knee; she would deserve it, too. Negans pace was going faster, and feeling himself spew out as he came, he hoped he did not stain his jeans, feeling himself be released for just a moment.

His hands could only do so much.

Negan felt like a helpless horny teenager, he should just say fuck it and fuck her, but he knew he could not just do that. Negan groaned to himself, looking down at his sticky-covered cum self.

Negan soon felt an itch crawl back, and his eyes moved to the screen, Y/N’s body in full view. This woman was a gem; each part of her was perfect.

And just like that, Negan was hard again.

“Dad! You're home!” Emma exclaimed, giving her dad a quick hug. “Yeah, sweetheart, sorry I'm running late.” Negan played it off with a warm smile, heading to his kitchen, “Had a few late tests to grade.” His daughter was home for the summer from college; such a bright daughter he had.

“S’kay, dad.” Emma smiled warmly at her dad, “Look, Y/N is coming over soon. Is that okay?” Emma asked; she knew her dad loved all her friends, especially Y/N. Emma knew he should not say no, especially the smile she gave him. Negan almost choked up hearing her name, clearing his throat with one of his famous smirks.

“Sure, that's okay, sweetheart.” Negan lied straight through that smile, chuckled nervously, trying to hide it all with his smile, “Just order us a pizza tonight for dinner, yeah?” His daughter quickly agreed, heading back upstairs to call the local pizza place for delivery. Negan groaned out once his daughter went upstairs, heading over to the fridge for a beer, quickly popping the top open. He got a few gulps in before heading to the doorbell.

Negan knew exactly who it was and had no idea how to keep his composure. Keeping the beer bottle attached to his lips, he prayed his daughter would answer the door. When that thought crossed his mind, “Dad, get the door!” His daughter's words were like knives in the ears.

His grip could have broken the beer bottle off tighter once heading to the front door to answer like the gentleman he was. Negan cleared his throat, breathing in, gathering his smile together. “Hi’ ya sweetheart, you doing okay?” Negan answered the door to reveal Y/N; once he saw her, a lump formed in his throat. Her top had her chest in full view; Negan could not stop imagining that black lace bra with her perky tits.

A skirt complimented the shirt that rested on her upper thigh, which gave him access to her legs to gaze upon. Negans eyes wandered over her for a moment, giving her a smirk. “I'm okay, Mr. Smith.” Y/N seemed so innocent when saying those words; Negan could have come from those words, however. Negan rolled his eyes playfully at the woman, inviting her inside. “Y’know to call me Negan now, doll.” Negan assured her, closing the door and welcoming her into his home, “Emma is upstairs; by the way, we should have pizza on the way.”

Y/N had an overnight bag, it seemed, with her, holding tight against her. She'd been friends with Emma for a few years, meeting her in college. Y/N got into an OnlyFans account just for a few bucks on the side while she was in college. She did not realize how much money it could bring her. It ended up getting her a lot of money to quit her job at the coffee shop to do things online.

Sure, she wasn't ashamed of it. She did not care one bit. It gave Y/N a certain confidence.

Y/N was never really close with her parents, especially her father. Once she had a chance to run from home, she took it, especially with a whole ride to college, which meant that when holidays came up, she went home with Emma sometimes.

That's how she met Emma’s bachelor of a dad, Negan Smith. Every woman wanted him, but he seemed uninterested. Y/N always found him attractive. She shouldn't; she may even feel guilty at times. However, how could no one find this man attractive?

“Well, Negan..” Y/N tried to fight back a flirtatious smile, already feeling shivers down her spine from his stare, “Thank you. I'll just-uh- head upstairs.” She knew she stuttered; she hoped Negan would not notice. Y/N trailed upstairs to Emma's room, who was already gossiping about the boys in class.

“Thank Gosh, you’re here; I have so much to tell you!!” Emma trailed off about Josh and Garrett she hooked up with last week, how one dick was more significant than the other. Emma also compared each orgasm she got from them to how many Josh gave her. She almost had a heart attack at the number four times in a row. Y/N choked on the wine drink she had once, Emma told her, sitting on her bed watching Sex and the City together. Y/N knew a guy never gave her that number; barely any man gave her any orgasm at all.

Y/N finished her wine glass and let out a laugh, sitting back with her friend. “I swear Josh, can fuck so much better.” Emma breathed out, the women already on their fourth wine glass.

They talked for a few hours, watching their show and eating pizza. It had been a quiet evening; Y/N knew she was feeling the wine already. Emma soon was dead asleep beside her in the bed, with a wine glass still full on the table beside them. Y/N noticed her empty glass, taking her sleeping friend's drink, making it her own, and heading to the bathroom to change into her PJs. She scrolled through her phone, through her OnlyFans messages and gifts.

Putting on a slick pair of boxer shorts and an 80s rock band t-shirt to match the shorts, Y/N still had her wine glass in her hand, heading downstairs to clean up their dishes. Emma was usually always the first to sleep; wine was like cough syrup to her and made her sleep like a baby. Y/N knew wine may been a wrong choice, but maybe she could have some alone time with Negan.

She knew she shouldn’t want that. Y/N knew she secretly wanted him to find her profile, but why would Negan have an OnlyFans anyway?

Y/N trailed down the stairs, seeing Negan still awake, watching TV in the living room. His legs spread open, and a beer rested on his thigh. God, she knew she could hop on his lap right now and ride him like there’s no tomorrow. She was a horrible person thinking this way, especially about her best friend's dad. She tried not to stare long at Negan heading to the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sweetheart, let me help you.” Y/N jumped at the sound of Negan’s voice. She gasped, standing up from bending down. She tried to stand straight with a warm smile. The older male was quick by her side, inches from her, where his skin could brush against hers—taking the dishes from her, helping her load them up. Negan glanced over her half-full glass of wine; she still seemed to be drinking.

“Emma’s already out, huh?” Negan snickered, shaking his head, “She always gets put to sleep drinking; guess got lucky with that.” Y/N laughed with Negan, sipping her glass and handing him the last dish to put into the washer. “Yeah, she’s been out for a bit,” Y/N answered. She felt like the room was spinning, not from the wine but from Negan. He was making her weak to her knees, just standing in front of her.

It should be a crime to look so good as he did, though. Negan had his comfy clothes ready for bed, plaid pj pants with his tee shirt, and toned arms up for plain view. Y/N was in love with his tattoos, too, how she wanted to run her hands up all over them. She knew she’d been eyeing him for a bit. She probably looked like she was eating him alive.

Y/N cleared her throat, shifting her eyes quickly away from gazing over him. Negan's lips pierced, and trying to hide his smirk, he noticed her wandering eyes. Y/N wine glass was quick in her hand, moving away from Negan’s presence. “I-Thank you, Negan,” Y/N stuttered. She knew she was flushed. She would blame it on the wine, though, “I’ll head back upstairs .” It felt so awkward; the tension felt so high.

Y/N tried to get herself to move upstairs, but she was glued to the floor. Her eyes did not move from Negan’s, whose lips curled up into a smirk. He leaned against the kitchen counter behind him, crossing his arms; Y/N felt like she was starting to sweat. Once she finally got her feet to move, Negan’s words again stopped her.

“So, uh, have you found anything else since the coffee shop?” Negan questioned, trying to see what she would say or even come up with. Y/N’s face widened at his question. She knew she had to come up with a lie. How the hell would she tell this man she had an OnlyFans account? “Uh yeah, I have been doing little things here and there, online stuff, nothing too big.” Y/N laughed nervously, giving him a quick smile, shifting in place. Her stomach was twisted with nerves; the urge to jump on Negan right now was getting more complicated.

Especially the way he was looking at her, the way his tongue went over his lips slowly. God, his mouth looked terrific. God, Y/N knew she was down for it. And the wine was certainly not helping the situation either. “Online stuff, huh?” Negan didn’t seem like he was asking or even talking directly to her. He seemed to be saying it to himself, laughing out loud momentarily. Y/N was confused for a moment; her eyes soon widened.

Negan knew… he must have knew.

Y/N's breathing increased, watching Negan walk over to her. Y/N tried not to show any emotions, but she knew her face was widened. She knew her hands had to be shaking. Her body was shifting back and forth. Her nerves were making her even feel nauseous, with the butterflies growing in her stomach.

“I know you have an OnlyFans, Y/N.” His words could have made her faint; she knew her face was white as a ghost. She couldn’t form words; her throat tightened. “I know I’m a huge dick, too, for still wanting to look once I figured out it was you.” Y/N cleared her throat. Her eyes scanned his eyes for a moment. “You paid for the membership to see?” Y/N quietly wondered, her nails digging into her skin.

“Had to see that one where you show your pretty face for the first time today.” Negan watched her blush quickly for the compliment, her eyes shifting down. He was now inches from her, standing in the kitchen entrance. His fingers wrapped around her chin, having her look up at him. “You? Negan Smith? You should post, too.” Y/N told him, which made him laugh, still having her chin in his grip.

Negan’s lips grew closer to hers; her breath slowly rose, her eyes falling to his lips, falling into his touch once his lips met hers for only a moment. Their lips moved in sync before he gently pulled away, taking in the moment.

“Follow me if ya’ want to, sweetheart.” Negan purred, patting her cheek gently and giving a smug smile, walking past her upstairs. Y/N was like a lost puppy following behind him, trailing up the stairs. Emma’s door was closed; she knew wine would knock her out all night.

Nothing would wake her up.

Nerves still kicked in, though, and butterflies formed in her stomach. Was she about to enter Negan’s bedroom with Emma across the hall?

Hell yeah she was.

Y/N watched Negan hold open his door for her, letting her walk in first, quietly shutting the door behind them. “Let me show you something, doll.” Negan went to his closet, digging into a box on the shelves.

His room was very plain but relatively clean. His bed was made with just blue sheets and two pillows. There was hardly any decor out, just a few family pictures. Negan turned around and pulled out an old camcorder, handing it to her to examine. “What’s this for?” Y/N asked, her lips curled up into a smirk, getting the camera to turn on. “You like to record yourself, correct sweetheart?” Negan raised a question, taking back the camera from her and making sure a new tape was in. The younger woman’s face furrowed with confusion, but nodding to answer his question.

Negan's request took Y/N off guard. She felt her face flush with heat, and her mind went blank. She wanted to say something, anything to break the tension in the air, but Negan's piercing gaze held her still. "Would you let me record you, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Y/N knew she trusted Negan. He had always been fair and respectful towards her. She looked up at him, and his eyes held a hint of darkness she hadn't seen before. Despite that, she still felt safe with him.

“Do you trust me, doll?”

“Yes, I do.” Y/N did not hesitate with her answer. She saw the light on the recorder blink red. She knew she was being recorded now; Y/N always felt confident through the camera now that Negan was watching her.

As she stayed in her place, she noticed his gaze fixed on her. It was unlike any other time, for he seemed to observe her features. She scanned down her body to her bare legs, keeping the camera on her. “Don't go camera shy on me now, sweetheart.” Negan teased, his eyes eating her up, “Strip for me.” She gulped; she felt so nervous. Negan noticed her actions. He wanted her to be confident. She deserved to be; there was nothing wrong with this woman before him.

Her curves was perfect.

Her tits was perfect.

Her ass was perfect.

Everything about her was perfect.

“Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” Negan turned the camera off, his face softened, “How confident you are in those videos you make is how you needs to be now. There's nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” Her face reddened with a playful eyeroll. Negan started to record again, drawing out a long breath. “You're just making me nervous; I've never done anything like this before.” Y/N’s voice seemed shaky, letting out a laugh, keeping a smile on her face. Her hands rested on the top of her tee, her eyes meeting Negan.

"Let me see those perfect perky tits, baby." Negan's words sent chills down her spine. Y/N bit her lip, slowly pulling the top over her head. She let the shirt hit the floor beside her; Negan loved the sight before him. He was finally getting to see her body in a natural person. Negan knew they had to be quiet; the guilt he once had was slowly turning more into lust. "You want the shorts gone too?" Y/N asked, her head tilted in curiosity. She was sure she knew the answer to what Negan wanted; all he did was nod and gesture for her to remove them.

Y/N stepped slowly out of her boxer shorts, revealing no underwear underneath them. Negan groaned, and the grip he had around the camera tightened. He used his free hand to rub the scruff growing on his face; she looked amazing. Y/N still felt a little uncomfortable now being full-ass naked in front of Negan, who was recording her, and he was fully clothed, though. Negan laid the camera on the dresser, still facing them, his feet dragging the ground, growing closer to her. Negan was now in the camera view, cupping her cheeks and bringing her into a deepened kiss.

"Can I record us, doll? Are you still comfortable?" Negan wanted to be reassured. She knew she had a few drinks tonight as well. He always found Y/N attractive, wanted her, and craved her. From the tension building up over the couple of years of knowing each other, it seemed she wanted him. "I do, Negan-just-." She stuttered for a moment; her cheeks were stained red. His forehead rested against hers, his eyes closed soon, waiting for her to answer. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" He asked, groaning and pushing up against her. Y/N had him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss, and both stumbling over to the bed behind them. His hands were all over her.

"A dirty lil' slut ain't ya, doll." Negan chuckled; it was deep and dark, maybe almost sinister. Y/N smirked into his kiss, pulling his tee off. Her hands started down his pants and up his chest, not missing any part of him. She wanted to feel everything, run her hands all over him and through his curls. She whimpered, feeling his hands trail up her bare thigh, her legs staying wide open, wanting to feel his touch. "I'll be anything you want me to be, Negan." Y/N entirely gave in to him; Negan loved her submissiveness.

"Really?" Negan drawled out, his hands cupping her throat. His free hand cupped her pussy, that almost made her choke up. "You'll be daddy's little slut?" Y/N cried out; Negan calling himself made her even wetter than she was. She barely could talk; she felt so helpless, but she always stayed confident in her videos. This man was making her a hot puddle of a mess.

"Yes, Daddy, please just touch me." She begged; Negan shushed her, his fingers resting on her lip that was just cupping her pussy. "Be quiet, doll." Negan commanded gently, his finger drug down her lips, "Do you feel how wet you are on your lips?" Y/N scoffed slightly; he was not wrong, however, feeling his wet fingers cup her face again to bring her into a rough kiss.

Negan's fingers teased her bare clit; she had her hands going down to his pants to pull them down along with his underwear. His cock was hard; Y/N looked down, even seeing the tip slightly red, already leaking pre-cum. His lips kept attached to her soft lips; he could taste her wine mixed with her lip gloss. “I want to taste you," He moaned softly against her lips, "I'm craving the taste of you so much right now, baby." His thumb rubbed against her lip softly, pulling it down, keeping his eyes deep into her eyes. Y/N couldn't help but moan out just at the words of what he wanted to do with her.

"Please..." She started to beg the man, "Please, Daddy, I want you too." Negan loved when she would beg even more when she called him daddy. His touch from his hands made her squirm. Negan kneeled in front of her, her legs wrapped around his neck. She wanted to push him closer to her with her legs, but his hands around her thighs kept her from moving. He slowly placed light kisses from her left knee up to her clit.

Her head rested on the pillow behind her; her eyes moved to the camera still blocking red across the room. Her eyes rolled back into her head, almost seeing stars. Y/N's hands ran through his hair as his tongue slightly licked her folds. Her moans were choking out, covering her mouth. “We don't wanna get caught, doll.” Negan chuckled, licking straight up, making her gasp, “Be quiet, or I'll stop,”

She felt his nails digging into her thighs, but she did not care. Y/N knew he was trying to keep her still, but she could not help but squirm underneath his tongue.

“Please, don't.”

"You taste so good, Y/N." He complimented her, feasting on her more. He was more aggressive this time, keeping the tip of his tongue flicking on her clit. She dug at his hair, "Please don't stop." Y/N moaned quietly in pleasure. Y/N covered her mouth, moaning against her hand. She knew she was already close to Negan's tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart, you're a mess.” He shook his head, playing with her clit, placing more kisses on her thighs, “I’m enjoying this just as much as you.” Y/N groaned out, feeling his lips suck on her clit, his tongue still against her clit. She could feel that pit in her stomach grows; every time he made her cum, it just got better and better.

“I’m so close, Daddy, please- Daddy.” She could barely get words out, and her fingers loosened in his hairlocks. That pit in her stomach burst. Y/N shook beneath Negan’s mouth, feeling herself cum. He licked her all up, making sure he tasted every bit of her; Negan knew he could do this all night to her. He rose to place his lips on hers; she could taste herself against him.

“Why did you wanna record, huh?” Y/N giggled, her arms around his neck. Negan chuckled, running his hands through his hair, sweat forming on his head. “You gonna post this on some porn site?” Negan almost could have cried in laughter, shaking his head at her comment and giving her neck small kisses.

“This is for me, doll. And only me.” Negan seemed firm, maybe even a little tent of jealousy in his voice. “You're mine.” Y/N's lips pierced; she tried to fight back a smile. She loved hearing. His sweet lips moved against hers. “Let me help you out,” She cupped his hardened member, and Negan groaned when she slightly squeezed it. “Next time, sweetheart, I want you now.” He growled as she pulled his boxers down. Negan placed kisses on her breasts.

His uncovered member teased the tip of her clit right above where she wanted him most, his hand wrapped around he’d throat, going into her.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

She moaned, feeling her walls stretch, her nails digging into his back. Negan thrust into her, keeping his pace slower; she kept her moans soft in his ear. She could hear by his breathing he was enjoying her, enjoying this. He lifted her legs more as his dick reached more inside of her, both moaning out.

“I wanna be able to record your loud moans, doll,” Negan admitted, her nails dug deep into his back, his free hand covering her mouth from the moans. “I know some of your little cute whimpers have been picked up, though you can't keep quiet.” Y/N shook her head; his thrust picked up. She knew her nails would leave marks.

“Are you gonna come around, daddy cock?” Negan asked her, his hand slowly moving from her mouth. She bit her lip, keeping her whimpers soft. “Yes, Daddy,” Y/N muttered; her eyes rolled closed, and her forehead laid against his.

“Aw, is it too much for you to handle baby girl? Can’t take daddy’s dick?” He teased Y/N as he thrust deeper into her. “You goin’ cock dumb on me?”

Y/N shallowly moaned and whimpered out.“Fuck-No, I can handle it, daddy. Fuck- you-uh-make me feel so fucking good!” Y/N knew she was getting close. No one had ever made her feel this way. She barely could speak; she bet she did sound dumb. Negan could feel her clenching around his cock, knowing she was close.

“Go on, baby, cum all over daddy’s dick,” Negan commanded, feeling her let her body go; Y/N had her second orgasm washing over her body, seeing more stars behind her eyes. She felt her body go limp, shaking as she rode out her high.

Negan groaned as he came to a climax as well; she felt the hot cum coating her walls. Both were out of breath, their sweaty bodies stuck together shortly. “You okay, doll?” Negan fingers ran through her hair, slowly pulling out of her. He fell to the empty spot beside her, and Y/N breathed out a laugh.

“Im ‘kay, I just uh- probably need to return to Emma's room.” Y/N hoped they were not too loud, too into the moment. Negan had himself covered up with the bed sheets, still naked underneath. He laid back, his hands resting on his head, giving her a lazy smirk.

“Wish you could stay here, doll, but I know you're right.”

Y/N only stayed for more minutes in Negan's room to clean herself up; she knew she could blame her flushed face on the wine if Emma were somehow awake. They had not heard anything, but that could be good or bad. Negan and her agreed to keep this all a secret; even Negan wanted to do it repeatedly.

Y/N's hands were shaky opening Emma's door back up, seeing her still asleep in bed. Her mouth was slightly open as the TV was still quiet playing in the room. She breathed out a little sigh of relief, taking her steps quietly to lay back down her friend like she just did not fuck her dad in the room over.

With a camcorder on... fuck was she was a bad friend?

Y/N had a guilty conscience, but the fact she was she liked Negan.

Man, she was fucked.

The following day, Y/N's head was quite heavy. Her eyes adjusted to the lit room, and she groaned out, rising out of the bed and looking beside her, seeing Emma was not there anymore. She reached for her phone, going through several social media apps to wake her up. She heard noises from Emma's bathroom, and soon the shower turned on, clearing the mystery of where her friend was.

Y/N's mind, though, trailed off back to last night's events with Negan; she still felt like she could feel cum dripping out into her boxer shorts. She groaned out softly, hating how the craving came back for him checking her emails.

An OnlyFans notification popped up on her phone that caught her attention. The name almost made her heart stop.

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[lanadelnegan]

idk if this one is too weird for you and i‘m anxious, but,,,

negan going down on you despite you being on your period and we realize he‘s into it a lot

*deletes myself*

nothing is too weird for me babe. let me clarify.. there is NOTHING.. and I mean NOTHING.. I wouldn't let negan fucking smith do to me. xx

Vampire

Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving) while on your period, squirting

not the bloody mouth gif

"Not now, Negan." You turn away from him, holding your hand over the pain in your lower belly.

Negan slides into bed behind you, spooning you close. You can feel his erection pressed into your lower back and you wish you could please him, but you're too miserable to even move.

"What can I do to make it better, sweetheart?" He asks, bringing his hand down to your belly, replacing yours. The touch of his hand gentle rubbing you immediately relieves some of your pain and you relax into him further.

"Nothing.. but I.. want you to be satisfied." Your hand drifts behind your back, finding Negan's hard cock and rubbing it through his boxers.

He grips your wrist gently, pushing your hand away. "Don't worry about me, baby. It's okay." He kisses the side of your neck.

"No, I want to make you happy.."

Negan chuckles. "Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea how happy you make me. Relax, get some rest."

"No, Negan.. I want you.." You groan, frustrated that your period hormones always makes you so horny and desperate. You may not be in the mood for sex, but you want to make him feel good. "I want to make you cum.."

"Yeah?" He breathes into your neck, whispering softly. "I've got an idea, baby. You trust me?"

You nod, patiently waiting to see what he's got in mind.

The covers peel off of you, leaving you cold and exposed in nothing but your tank top and panties while Negan positions himself below you, urging you to lay on your back and spread your legs in front of his face.

Your eyes widen as you look down at him. "Negan, what are you-"

"You wanna make me cum, right baby?"

"Y-yes.."

"Lemme eat this pussy then." He slides your panties down your legs and you arch your back, helping him get them off. You can't believe he actually wants this right now. You've never messed around with anyone while on your period, and your cheeks redden with embarrassment.

"Negan, I'm - I'm bleeding down there.."

"I know what a period is, doll." He smirks up at you, spreading you apart and licking his lips at the sight of your red, swollen pussy.

He breathes in deep, hovering his nose right above your opening. "Lay back and let daddy make you feel good, baby."

You obey him, leaning your head back against your pillow and shutting your eyes. He trails light kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to your center with each one. His last kiss presses against the crease of your bikini line before he slightly pulls his head back, eyeing your cunt as if he can't wait to dig in.

"My dick is hard as a fucking rock right now, baby... Just from the smell of you." His breath blowing against your clit as he whispers makes you shiver and you feel him spread your lips apart further before lightly dragging his tongue from your bloody hole to your clit.

"Mmm, fuck." He says against your clit, making it vibrate and your back arch.

His arms slide under your thighs, bringing his hands up to rest on your stomach as he pushes you down, not allowing you to move. Your legs are spread even further apart in this position and you lift your head up to look down at him.

He lightly licks at your clit as he stares up at you through his brows. Suddenly his warm mouth pulls away, leaving you cold and wanting more.

"Please don't stop." You beg.

"Wasn't planning on it, baby." Is all he says before his tongue dives deep into your wet hole, curling until it's flush against the walls of your swollen cunt. Your mouth gapes open as you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head and flutter shut at the taste of you.

"Negan!" You cry out as your hand drifts to his head between your legs and your fingers tangle and tug at his salt and pepper hair. He lets you push his head further as his tongue shoves deeper inside of you until you're sure it's soaked in blood.

He moves his tongue inside you so good that your hand falls from his head to grip the sheets beside you. You try to arch your back again but his hands are still firmly holding you in place, so you cry out loudly instead.

You lift your head again to watch him and he comes up for air, meeting your eyes. You instantly blush at the sight of your blood covering his lips and he grins lustfully, revealing even more red on his teeth.

"Negan, there's.. blood on you. All over you."

"Feel like a fucking vampire, doll... I need more." His voice is deep, desperate, and raspy as he watches your cunt, waiting for you to give him more of what he needs. "Push it out for me."

You flex the muscle in your pussy before pushing, immediately feeling a thick drop of liquid run down your slit. Negan groans as he watches the drop of blood slide down to your asshole before leaning in to catch it with his tongue. He swirls it around your tight hole before licking a stripe back up to your pussy.

"Oh my god.. Negan." You moan out, enticing him suck on your clit again. His tongue works against you eagerly as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. His left hand suddenly leaves your stomach, reaching underneath himself to stroke his aching cock.

"Negan - stop, I'm, I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck. Me too, baby." He whines against your clit, working his tongue harder and faster.

The thought of Negan cumming sends you over the edge and a rush of warm liquid squirts out of you, making Negan quickly dip his head lower so it lands in his mouth. He lets out a long, hoarse moan as a mix of your blood and juices fill his mouth. He swallows every drop down with ease before going back for seconds, collecting as much as he can like he can't get enough.

Moments of him drinking, moaning, and licking you clean pass by before he finally comes up for air.

"Goddamn, girl." He says out of breath. "Fucking love this time of the month."

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[justsomegdude]

Hate or Lust?

Summary: Y/N and Negan get separated from the rest of the saviors for a few nights.

Warning: Negan is a warning himself, swearing, tension, sexual tension.

A/N: I randomly made this with my boyfriend on call! I hope it’s good!!

You’ve known Negan for a while, you were one of his first members. He always seemed to be annoyed by your presence, he enjoyed your work but not you as a person.

You were getting ready to set out with Negan, and a few other of his higher ups to go check out a few abandoned buildings that Dwight said he saw. Of course Negan chose you to go with him. He enjoyed how hard you worked, and how much you’d do for everyone. He didn’t bother to talk to you though.

You walked up to Dwight, slinging your bag over your shoulders. Dwight seemed to have a scowl on his face, never lightening up since Negan burned the side of it. He looked up at you as he fixed his sleeve. “How far away are they?” You had asked and slid your hands into your pockets.

He looked out towards the gate. “…not far away. maybe an hour at most?” He glanced at his sleeve, and then looked at you again. “Big boss making you go?” Dwight knew about the whole thing between the two of you. Dwight was honestly one of your best friends here, so if he didn’t see it himself you would have told him anyway.

With a nod of your head, you heard more footsteps on the gravel ground, slow dragging footsteps that could only belong to one person. “Hey dwighty-boy! You ready?” He stood behind you, looking towards dwight. You turn around to look up at him, which he did not return.

Dwight glanced between the two of you until you looked at Dwight. “Uh.. Yeah.” He wasn’t gonna say anything more, but noticing how there was tension creeping up into the air as Negan stayed put behind you. “You gonna ask the (lady/him) too?” Dwight’s eyebrows furrowed. He knew Negan well enough to know that he’ll never talk to you unless someone mentioned it.

He finally looked down at you, it was your turn to not do it back. “Hey.” His voice was firm, he obviously wasn’t going to enjoy this. You turned your head and looked up into his eyes. His usual smirk wasn’t ever shown when he looked at you. “You ready?” Was all he said, looking up at Dwight again. Your stomach clenched and you looked at the gravel covered driveway. You don’t know what you did to make Negan hate you so much, but it wasn’t a nice feeling.

“yes.” You spat out, it might come off as disrespectful, but Negan doesn’t want to waste time even punishing you. Dwight could be heard entering a truck. Negan stayed behind you, he didn’t make a plan on moving. You heard footsteps behind you from other men, but thinking it was Negan moving you spun around. Then, Negan instead of The Sanctuary in your view had you step back. He looked at you, by choice.

“Watch it, Y/N.” He said firmly, talking with gritted teeth. He held Lucille loosely as he still did not move. His eyes stayed on yours. Your stomach flipped, he never chose to talk to you, or even look at you without reason. So to say you were nervous was an understatement.

Taking a step back, you were the first to stop the staring contest. “Yes sir.” You said, in a quiet voice as you started walking towards the truck you had usually taken, although never keeping the same passenger. You didn’t look back at Negan, but his eyes could be felt on you still. Hopping into the truck with the keys, twirling them before sliding them into the key slot.

Your view was out the window, waiting for the other saviors to get into their trucks. You weren’t sure who was gonna be in your car with you today, so you waited. The door opened which made your eyes dart towards the passenger door, expecting anyone but him to show up. He got into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Your eyes on him but his eyes on the trucks in front.

You were now gonna have to share a truck with the man that seemed to hate your guts.. Negan. His leather jacket was on but it was now unzipped, Lucille was set on the floor in between the door and his knee. Your truck was the last in line so for him to be joining you, especially as he’d choose anyone but you, it was weird and not like him. “The other trucks were full.” Negan's voice was heard as you realized you were staring at him. Your eyes went back to looking out the window.

“Okay.” Was your response, you weren’t really sure how else you could even respond. The trucks in front of you started so you started your own. Negans presence made an uncomfortable tension. You and him weren’t heads on, but there was an underlying feeling of hatred.

The gates opened to the sanctuary, the few trucks leaving and you started your drive behind them. Usually with whoever your seating partner was there would be at least noises, but with Negan.. There wasn’t even a peep other than the truck's engine being heard. You guys were driving for about an hour like Dwight assumed when the trucks in front came to a slow stop. We arrived and Negan seemed to want to leave as quickly as possible, not even letting you stop the truck completely before he jumped out with Lucille.

You exit your truck after turning it off. Rounding the truck to get to where the other saviors were standing. It seemed like everyone didn’t care to wait for you, but Negan didn’t move until you were close enough to follow. There were two groups of us, although not discussed and just went either way, you weren’t sure which group to follow so you went to the one with Dwight, that just so happened to be the one with Negan.

Entering the house that Dwight chose to go in, someone that you didn’t bother to learn the name of stayed at the door for guard. The room you automatically walked into was the living room, where it looked mostly untouched other than pictures that were clearly taken off the wall, by the fact there were nails left behind. Everyone went into seperate room to search, two in the living room, one in the kitchen, one in the dinning room, and Dwight went into the bedroom on the first floor. Since all rooms were occupied you went up the stairs to go to the first room you saw. It was rather quiet other than the small chatter from the saviors down below. Looking through drawers you found nothing but clothes. Walking over to the bed to look in the nightstand, there were gauze(bandage wraps) which you quickly pocketed for yourself. Hoping no one will notice.

There was a voice from behind you, where the door was. You looked over to see Dwight. “Hey Y/N, find anything?” He entered the room, by how he sounded, he didn’t see you hide the gauze for yourself. You closed the nightstand drawer and stood up.

“Nothing but clothes so far, i’ll keep looking though.” You nodded and went to the other side of the bed to look at the other nightstand. Pulling the drawer open to find batteries, which has you picking them up and throwing them at Dwight. He almost didn’t catch it, he fumbled a little. “Sorry thought you were paying more attention.” I smirked, it was silly banter we did.

Dwight found it funny and finally cracked a smile after how long you’ve seen him without any emotion. He put the batteries in a bag. “Knew you’d find something.” Dwight said and walked towards the door. “Negan said that he doesn’t want to stay here too long, since he thinks he saw a few walkers.” You just nodded at him.

“Thanks Dwight.” You thanked him and he left the room. Taking a quick look around the room to see if there could be any more places to look, not much to look for as this room seemed to be the most bland. Taking a walk around the room before getting onto your stomach to look under the bed. There was liquor. Pulling it out to see what it was you heard footsteps and slid it back under the bed quickly.

You looked under the bed still, pretending like you hadn’t rodin anything. “Y/N.” Negans voice heard, it was a stern way to say your name, and it instantly made you uneasy. Why was he suddenly talking to you so much? “I heard something, what was it?” You looked up at him from where you were laying to see his eyes not at your face, but somewhere around your body. You sighed as you grabbed the liquor, and stood up to show him. Negan quickly smiled when he saw it and took it from you. “Damnnnn. Nice find.” He seemed happy with it, maybe he’ll act like he hates you less. Negan snapped for one of the saviors to take the liquor and bring it to your truck. His hand went to your shoulder, and it made you instantly freeze and you don’t know why. “I’m gonna have some funnn tonighttt,” His tone was bouncing-like. somewhat energetic. “because of you, Y/N.”

Negan then left and it made you speechless. He’s never smiled around you, not talked, not touched, not even looked at you most of the time you’ve known each other. There was nowhere else to look in the room so you left the room. Everyone was already outside taking the stuff they found to the trucks when one savior started to scream about a herd coming. You and Negan were left in the house and tried to run towards the door only to see the walkers already starting to surround the house. Negan saw this as you tried to run out the door and he had quickly grabbed on to your shirt and pulled you against him. “shh.” Negan said quietly. He was protecting you?

The trucks were heard driving off and negan cussed under his breath. They stranded us here without worrying if we were okay or not? Negan's grip is still firm on your shirt. Not letting you move, which made you feel the need to not move an inch. Negan's arm wrapped around your waist as he slowly pulled you back so you weren’t in view of the windows. Why would he care so much about you all of the sudden? “Negan..” You whispered. Which then led him to putting his hand over your mouth.

Negan kept you pressed against him, his arm around your waist and his hand over your mouth. You were hiding from any windows, to not be seen. Everytime Negan heard a noise his hand around your waist got tighter just slightly, but once knowing it okay he loosened his grip. You were unsure how to react to all of this, so you stayed still. Why Negan was protecting you so much was beyond what you knew. Your knees slightly trembled because of the nervousness with both the walker herd and Negan.

When Negan thought the coast was clear he slowly let go of you, but you didn’t move. He leaned down next to your ear. “Y/N.. I think we’re good.” Negans voice was low, he tried to tell you to move it in a way that made it seem less rude. You nodded and stepped out of his reach and towards the door. Your hand went to the doorknob as you tried to react calmly after what Negan had just been doing to you for minutes. When you finally opened the door there was a walker that wasn’t heard or seen and came walking towards you, Negan quickly pulled you back and hit the walker into the door frame. blood and brains dripping from the now dead.. dead guys head. Negan was protecting you left and right now, which only made you confused.

Taking a look outside to view around for anymore close walkers, and when there were none you and Negan quietly ran towards the truck. You didn’t know how to get back to The sanctuary.. You always were following behind a truck that knew where, but you didn’t. “Negan.. Do you remember how to get back?” You looked at Negan and somewhere along the line of when you were checking for walkers and now, Lucille was with him.

He quickly looked at you. “No?! you don’t know?!” He was more nervous sounding than angry. He cursed under his breath. “All I know is we came from that road..” Negan had pointed at the road that you both knew you guys drove down. Starting the truck and driving towards the road. “Those pieces of shit. How could they just leave?!” His hand hit the dash and it made you jump. Negan looked at you before trying to calm down.

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It was hours after then and you and Negan had no clue where you guys were. Ending back up at the houses since you’d been marking where they were at least, made you realize that you both were fucked. Your truck was almost out of fuel and it was getting colder. you didn’t dress to be out this long.

Your truck was parked at the side of the road while you and Negan had reentered the looted house from earlier. There was only one blanket that you always kept in your truck just in case.. so you had agreed Negan used it, although it wasn’t much of a debate since you knew Negan wasn’t gonna let you have it.

He was on the bed in the room downstairs and you were on the couch out in the living room. The colder the night got, the more you shivered. Asking Negan for the blanket wouldn’t do anything, but you had to try. Standing up from the couch and taking a slow stroll over to the bedroom, the door was open but you knocked anyways. Negan wasn’t asleep but he was close to being. “What?” Negan said with a quiet, raspy voice, clear on how tired he was.

You took a step into the room. “It’s really cold.. and i was wondering if i could have the blanket..?” Asking Negan a question felt scarier than it should have.

He sat up and faced you. “fuck.. fine. but you’re staying in this room with it in case I want it back.” He agreed and unwrapped the blanket from around himself and threw it at you. You didn’t want to push anything so you wrapped it around yourself and you were going to sit on the floor before Negan spoke up again. “Don’t be an idiot. Get on the bed.” His tone was a low grumble.

You hesitantly sat on the bed next to him, wrapped up in the blanket. At times like these you wish that there were more things to do than sit in silence, but without music, or drawing supplies, no games, it was all very boring. Negan laid down next to you, covering his eyes with his arm.

It was awkward, in the same bed as the guy that you used to think hated you, but now that he saved you twice you weren’t sure. You could feel the annoyance radiating off of him with how he was acting. “You didn’t have to give me it, you know..” You spoke quietly. This made Negan uncover his eyes to look at you.

“My leather jacket is enough to keep me warm, don’t worry about it.” He put out, turning over on his side with an audible groan. You kept sat up for a little while so it didn’t look like you were copying him, until you also laid down. Cuddling up with the blanket as you pretended he wasn’t there, so you could ease your mind into sleep faster.

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Waking up in the morning, your blanket was still around you, but you felt another thing on you. You looked over at Negan only to find out his arm had been wrapped around you while you both slept. Maybe Negan accidentally moves a lot in his sleep, and would most likely hate waking up with him touching you at all, so you try to quietly and gently move his arm off of you. What you didn’t expect was his arm to tighten around you. His unconscious form wouldn’t allow you to move his arm off of you.

The only thing you could do was wait for him to wake up. Which obviously took longer than you’d wish. He most likely fell asleep after you then. Waiting for him felt unnecessarily long, because all you were doing was lying there silent and still. Probably ten minutes you were sat there with his arm wrapped around your waist until you felt him move, a small noise coming out of him as he finally took his arm off of you and sat up completely. To not make it seem like you were awake, you waited a little longer. He got up and walked out of the room, which made it perfect for you to finally ‘wake up.’

The blanket you used, you left on the bed. You didn’t need it as much anymore since it was day and it would get warmer out. Walking out of the room a minute after Negan did, you saw him looking out the window. “Hey Negan.” You said getting a little closer. He turns around to look at you.

“Hmm?” He hummed and looked back out the window. “Hi?” He questioned why you asked, understandably so since you guys usually never talked.

“Do you think they’ll come back for us?” Your question made Negan clench his jaw and face you again.

He looked at you for what felt like forever before he finally answer. “They better.” Was all Negan came up with. You noticed that he was getting upset, so you took that as a sign to shut up. You looked out the window as well to see what Negan happened to be looking at. There wasn’t anything out there, must have been just hoping for them to come back.

Negan and you were waiting around almost the entire day doing nothing. Since the saviors that so rudely left you took almost everything from the houses nearby there was next to nothing to actually do. You ventured into the other houses but again, all were looted by the people who left you. No sign of them even coming back yet.

You were outside laying in the grass looking up at the sky that was slowly getting darker. Negan was standing by you, you couldn’t tell if he was watching you or just watching for anything in general.

“you look dumb.” Negan spoke up, looking down at you. Which made you look up at his direction.

“I don’t see you finding anything to pass the time.” You glared, although not really fun it’s better than nothing.

Negan nods, “Yeah, and i don’t see any food on the table either, so maybe help me find some before it’s too late?” His statement made you stand up and wipe your clothes from any collected dirt.

Looking over at him, his eyes were closed. “Yeah? and how do you expect to find food? we’re not hunters.” Your statement made his eyes open. (Daryl randomly appears and hands them squirrels -Ray)

Negan stared at you for what felt like minutes yet again. His eyes weren’t only on your own, but seemed to go up and down, what felt like judgement. “I mean if they don’t come back, we’ll need to find food somehow.” Negan finally broke the silence.

“Well no duh Negan, we aren’t just gonna let ourselves starve??” Your hands go up as you shrug, annoyed. Negan’s eyes went to the ground. You sighed. “Well if we can’t hunt, since we both don’t know how i assume, how do you expect us to find food?” You said, a more logical reply.

Negan looks around. “We’ve only been around the houses we’ve already taken from, we can move out more. See if there’s anything around?” His question was reasonable, probably the most reasonable thing he’s said all day.

You walk over to the truck, which has Negan following you. As you both get in the truck and you start it, you don’t really know where to go from here. So basically the rest of the day was spent driving around. Not much talking happened yet again between the two of you, like two kids that hate eachother but the teacher paired you up anyways.

“Stop.” Negans voice was heard suddenly which made you stomp on the breaks. More or less the sudden noise scared you. “Jesus christ not that fucking’ fast!” He glared at you for your abrupt stop.

“You said stop randomly, what would you have done?!” You glared back at him. Negan ignored your comment and got out of the truck. Were you to follow him?

Hoping out of the truck to see why Negan had left, was a mistake because he started taking a piss. You sighed and walked back to the truck. He could have at least told you why, so it wasn’t weird that you followed him. Negan noticed but said nothing. You looked around the place Negan has forced you to stop at, seeing if there was anything other than woods… there wasn’t.

As you make it back to the houses from earlier.. yet again.. you found nothing nearby. Your truck was almost out of fuel, and you didn’t have any food. If Dwight doesn’t come back soon it’s gonna end up with one of us death, if not both. Making your way back inside had Negan basically pacing. This was the first time you’ve seen him actually nervous.

Walking over to him had him stop and look at you. “Are you.. okay?” Was the only thing you could think to ask. Negan sighed.

Negan nodded and began to pace again. Although you could tell he was lying, he also wanted to be seen as a ‘fearless leader.’ So of course he’d pretend. “Those fuckers left us, and they didn’t even come back!” He exclaimed, as if you didn’t know what was happening. You came up to his pacing self yet again and gently grabbed his arm to get him to quit pacing.

He stopped and looked down at you. “It’s just us. You don’t have to pretend you’re alright.” You quietly said. This made Negan let out yet another sigh.

“Okay, I’m not fine, alright?” He was still looking down at you, and your hand was still holding onto his arm. “How can i be a leader when my group isn’t with me!” He sounded frustrated.

“I’m still here.” You said which made Negans facial expressions soften. “You’re still my leader, Negan.” With what you said made Negan finally break the eye contact.

You both stayed silent, in the same position for a minute. “As much as I love being a leader, with only one follower it’s not easy.” He finally spoke up. It was your turn to sigh.

Your arm gently slid down his arm to his hand. “As much as you seem to hate me, be annoyed by me, even hate being around me. You’re not alone here.” You paused, he didn’t seem to pull away from your touch at all. “We’ll make it back to the sanctuary, you’ll be your usual leader self again. You can go back to hating me then, but for now, instead of treating me like you can’t stand being around me, let me help. Talk to me.” You spilled out what you’ve wanted to say all day. It was dumb to say half of the stuff you just said, but you had to tell him. You couldn’t stand seeing him pretend to be okay while he’s clearly frustrated and nervous. He’s your leader, and for him to be one he needs someone to follow him. You will be that someone.

Negan was speechless as he looked back up at you. You stared at eachother for minutes before he finally said something. “I never hated you.” This caught you by surprise. He paused. “You being one of the best saviors had made me nervous. That maybe someday you’d think you’re better than i was, so i avoided you.” His eyes fluttered closed, and his face scrunched up as he paused yet again. “You were always one of the best, ever since you joined the group. And it’s not an excuse for me to have been such an asshole towards you after all you’ve done for me. I’m supposed to be your leader, but i’ve treated you like absolute shit.” His voice became shaky when he finished. His eyes opened again.

You didn’t know how to reply at first, I mean what could you even say to all of that. You thought of anything else you wanted to say, about you two, or about how he felt. “Negan..” You whispered his name so he’d look at you. “I let you lead me because you’re a good leader. Even if i thought you hated me the entire time, everyone has a reason for a wall to be built up. To hide certain people away. I never once doubted you as a leader, because I know I couldn’t lead. especially not as many people as you do.” This made you both squeeze eachother hand. You wanted to continue but you didn’t originally know how do you waited until words came to mind or Negan spoke.

Without a word from either of you Negan opened his mouth to speak. “I didn’t only build up a wall for you because i thought you’d take my place. There was something about you that i noticed right away.” He paused. His body turned to face you more directly. “I saw how brave you were, how you could defend yourself, and i wanted you in my team. But when i got you.. I messed up. I’d have been better to you if I didn’t think the way I did, or feel the way I do.” He seemed like he wanted to say something specific but he couldn’t.

You rubbed at his hand. “Negan, take your time. We’ve got plenty..” This small remark made you both smile softly. Negan just nodded.

His eyes closed for a moment before he looked directly into your eyes. “After my late wife died, i thought i wouldn’t like anyone. I was wrong.” Negans voice was quiet but firm, whatever he was getting at meant something. The fact that he mentioned the one person he swore to never mention.. made this even more emotional for the both of you. “What i’m trying to get at here y/n… is that I think I might like you. And that’s why I wanted to act like I hate you, to hide the fact I fell for someone after Lucille.” His eyes never left yours, so yours didn’t leave his.

You stared at eachother for moments until you felt your cheeks heating up. How did you feel about Negan? He was rude but you always like him.. “Negan.. I can’t say I like you yet. But i’m willing to try.” Your reply made Negan smile, and go to hug you. As you were hugging for what felt like forever you heard tricks outside. Which made Negan hide you behind him as he looked out the window. It was the familiar trucks, The saviors were back.

Getting back to The Snactaury, you and Negan got to finally explore what was talked about when alone in that house together.

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - when the world was good, negan had always visited the strawberry shack after work and when the world ended, he didn't expect to find the place still up and running.

warning - smut, gloryhole, creampie, swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Negan stared shocked at the building still standing as though it had never been touched by the apocalypse. The sign still flashing ‘The Strawberry Shack’, no sign of the dead around. He was brought back to when the world was fine when the dead didn’t walk. He remembered finding this place and heading inside, finding the perfect woman each time. That woman being you, you were the one he’d cheat on his wife with. You’d take away all his thoughts and feelings. He wondered if there was anyone inside, so with large strides, Negan heads toward the building and enters. Stopping short as he sees the same woman sitting at the front desk.

“Hiya hun, nice to see ya again. What would you like?” She taps her perfectly manicured nails against the counter, staring at him as she waits for his response. 

“Sex, sugar. But I got no cash.” Negan watches, waiting to wake up and for this to be a dream. 

The woman waves her hand, “Don’t worry, hun. It’s free of charge for our favourite customer.” She smirks, “You know where to go.” He nods, walking toward the door and he surveys the room. It seems that only one person is working, and he’d recognise that arse anywhere. 

“I see you’re still working, sugar. Even with the hell going on outside.” He walks closer, eyes focused on how you clench around nothing at his voice. “How I’ve missed you. Shit.” He groans, feeling his cock harden and throb. Negan grabs the flesh of your arse, giving it a good squeeze before he reaches down and plays with your clit. “Fuck, sugar. You’re already so wet for me.” He leans Lucille against the wall as he reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before pulling out his cock. Giving it a few strokes, watching precum leak for his swollen tip. “So, fucking hard for you.”

Negan lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down as he collects your juices before he slowly pushes into you. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, leaning one hand against the wall while the other grips your hips. “Jesus, sugar. You’re so fucking tight!” He groans, sliding deep inside of you before pulling back out and thrusting in, repeating the movements over and over. “Shit!” His balls slap against your clit, causing you to dig your nails into the bench beneath you, your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper. 

Your moans fill the room alongside the slapping of skin, you wiggle your arse, pushing up against him, causing him to go deeper inside of you. “That’s it, baby girl. You gonna let Daddy breed you, huh? Pump you full of my cum like before? You miss being full of me, sugar?” Negan’s words cause you to clench around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes! Yes! Please breed me, Daddy! Pump me full!” You whine, your toes curl as you cum, coating Negan’s cock with your juices. He grips your hips harder, burying himself deeper inside of you as he cums, coating your walls with his white cream. You sag, sinking into the bench beneath you.

“Fuck me, sugar. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. Might have to take you with me.” Negan groans as he gently pulls out of you, tucking his cock back into his jeans and pushing his cum that leaks from your cunt back in. You let out a huff, your lower half tingling. “I gotta go, sugar. I hope we meet again.” He pinches your cheek before grabbing Lucille, swinging his bat over his shoulder and walks off, giving the woman at the front desk a nod before leaving, heading back to his sanctuary.

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[virginsexgod69]

❝ Video Star — ✩❞

pairing (Season 7) Negan Smith x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, slight humiliation, pussy slapping, bow jobs, name calling/ pet names, sex tapes, porn photography?

summary You and Negan have some fun with a digital camera you found on a run.

note ahh this is my first time writing for negan, so i hope it's okay... jdm is just tooo fine. i have wild thoughts whenever he's on screen 🫦

1.5k words

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"Smile!" you said before snapping the photo, taking Dwight off guard. The picture was blurry and unfocused and due to the flash, he was squinting and not even looking at the camera.

"The hell?" he questioned looking at you crazy. "It's a camera, duh. Found it on a run," you explained. He walked off in an annoyed huff leaving you wondering what crawled up his ass and died. You continued walking about the sanctuary taking pictures of unsuspecting people.

"Laura! Say cheese," you prompted the blonde woman as she approached you. She rolled her eyes and held her hand up to the camera, affectively ruining the picture.

"Negan wants to see you," she said. You turned off the camera and looped the strap around your wrist before heading toward his room. What is was he wanted, you had no clue. Your relationship with the man in charge was an odd one. Toeing the line between wife and solider, you had no clue where you stood. Sometimes he sent you on runs, other times he spoiled you with little treats so you wouldn't have to spend any of your points. Once, when he called you in to have a glass of 30 year old scotch with him, the two of you ended up fucking in a drunken haze which lead to regular hookups. You knocked on the door once you arrived and waited patiently for him to let you in, wondering what he wanted and hoping it was to hook up.

He opened the door, revealing him leaning against the door frame in his white t-shirt with Lucille in hand. You stood there nervously, not knowing what to say or what mood to expect from him.

"You just gonna stand there lookin' stupid or you gonna come in?" He asked. He had such a way with words. You stepped into the large room and let him lead you to the couch by the small of your back. You sat in the chair facing the couch he took a seat in.

"Got a little somethin' for ya," he said with a wolfish grin on his face. You relaxed a little as he seemed fairly happy.

"What is it?" you asked, excitement lacing your voice. He reached behind his back and tossed a ball of white fabric at you. You held it up and revealed it was a sheer, lace babydoll dress. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized that he expected you to put it on.

"Um...could you look away while I change," you asked shyly.

"I've seen you naked, been inside you, but you don't want me to see you change?" he mocked.

"Neeegaan," you whined. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, but covered his eyes with his hand nonetheless. You made quick work of stripping off your clothes, including you underwear, and put on the sheer number. It was a bit small. It struggled to contain your breasts and stopped at your mid-upper thigh, but to Negan, it added to your sex appeal.

"Goddamn, baby. You look fuckin' hot!" He said as he admired you. It was so sheer it barely left anything to the imagination and the lacy parts made you look angelic.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you teased with newfound confidence brought on by Negan's words. Then you remembered your digital camera. "Here." You tossed the camera to him. He caught it and smirked when he realized what it was. A lustful look washed over his eyes as he turned the device on.

"On your knees," he ordered using his leader voice. You quickly and eagerly obeyed him, which only made his dick harden in his pants. He walked over to you and grabbed you jaw in a large hand, tilting it up to look at him before snapping a picture.

"Just look at you. My pretty little doll." And that's exactly what you felt like. His pretty little doll. His to dress and pose and fuck however he wants. It made you wet, giving him full control over you like this.

"Take those panties off." Your body was hot with lust and shame as you slid the moistening garment off your body.

"Get on all fours." You did so and he manually readjusted you to how he wanted. Your ass in the air and back arched with your chin rested on your arms crossed beneath you. The skirt of the dress slid up your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. Negan snapped a few pictures of your face before moving behind you. You squeaked in shock when you felt his finger slide up and down your slit.

"Damn. So wet and I barely touched you." The humiliation of him taking pictures of your bare pussy only made you wetter. You got on your knees again and turned to face Negan.

"Let's make a sex tape," you suggested as you fiddled with his belt. His signature grin blossomed on his face and he looked down at you with lust filled, hazel eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" He started recording once you got his belt off and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang up, hitting his abdomen and revealing veins you could only see when he was erect. You took him in your hands, licking the precum off his sensitive tip before taking it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it while slowly stroking the rest with your hands.

"Quit your goddamn teasing and suck my dick," he impatiently demanded. You looked up into the camera with mischief laden eyes as you took the rest of him into your warm mouth, earning a guttural moan from the man. Your pussy fluttered at the sound. Eager to hear it again, you stopped teasing and picked up the pace. But it must not have been enough since Negan grabbed into your hair and began fucking your face at his own rapid pace, ignoring the way you gagged around his large member and the tears streaming down your pretty face.

"That's it. Takin' me so good doll." Your cunt throbbed at the praise. He was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched inside your mouth. He groaned as he emptied his white hot load down your throat.

"You did so good baby," he praised as he wiped the tears off your face with his thumb. He helped you up off the floor before pushing you onto his bed.

"Show me that pretty little cunt of yours." He spread open your legs and zoomed the camera in on your soaked pussy. Your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, as well. He delivered a rough slap to your pussy, forcing a moan out of you.

"You like it when I hit you, huh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he did it again.

"Please Negan! Need you so bad," you begged from beneath him. He ignored your pleas and directed the camera to your breasts, which were barely contained by the babydoll. He pulled them out with little effort. He gave you the camera to hold while he focused his attention to them.

"Such pretty tits," he complimented before nipping your nipple. You squealed in shock and pleasure. He had never done that before, but you liked it. With a flattened tongue, he licked the nipple he bit, soothing it before taking it into his mouth. The scratch of his beard felt so good on your sensitive, bare breasts. He rolled the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, causing you to squirm.

"Need you inside," you slurred. Negan pulled away from you r breast with a pop and took the camera back from you.He zoomed in on his own hard-again dick as he lined it up with your sopping hole. You were so wet he slid in effortlessly. You moaned in ecstasy as he finally put out that fire that was burning in you. He didn't hesitate as he started thrusting into you at a merciless pace. The leader couldn't decide if he wanted to focus the camera on the way your cunt swallowed him hole, the outline of his dick protruding through your stomach, your tits as they bounced in unison with his rapid thrusts, or your eyes rolling back in the head of your fucked out face. He zoomed out, capturing the beauty of it all.

"Such a good little fucktoy for me," he admonished. His words brought you closer to the edge as your walls clamped down on his cock.

"Negan 'm gnna," your own moan cut off your nonsensical, fucked babbles.

"So drunk on my cock," he grunted as he filled you with his seed, not waiting for you to reach your own peak. But he didn't have to since you came right after, arching off the bed. He pulled out and zoomed the camera in on your abused cunt. His cum slowly leaked out of your hole and onto the dark bed spread. That was the perfect place to end the video, he decided.

"Hot damn. Were you a porn star before the world went to shit?"

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[anundyingfidelity]

YES, MA’AM — Sam Winchester/Sam Wesson ft. Dean Winchester/Dean Smith (Chapter I)

Summary: Sam is the new tech support guy at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., and he thinks you, his supervisor, are related to him in ways more than professional. He not only dreams of ghosts and Dean Smith, the sales and marketing director, but you, the pretty boss who seems very fond of him, maybe a little too much.

Word count: 1.3k.

Pairing: Sam W./Sam Wesson x female reader (main), Dean W./Dean Smith x female reader. Situated in 4x17 - It's a Terrible Life.

Warnings for this series: smut with plot, sexual tension, sub!Sam, dom!reader, switch!Dean, co-workers with benefits with Dean, boss/employee dynamics, canon violence and stuff.

Notes: welcome to my very first spn fanfic, hope you enjoy this short series of Sam and Dean!

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Chapter I: A Boring Life

Taking a quick look at the clock on the corner of the screen of his computer, Sam let out a long sigh. Lunch hour was far from near. He continued drawing the monsters he saw in his dreams on the notebook, those who wouldn't let him continue his abnormally boring and stupid life.

"Hey, Sam," a voice called, making him jump slightly on his seat.

He cleared his throat shutting the notebook and sitting right this time as he took in your figure towering over him in the cubicle with a smile on your lips.

"Hi, uhm... Is something wrong?"

You chuckled slightly. He wanted to slap himself for saying that. For Sam, bosses coming to him meant he might have done something wrong. He didn't want to know what he screwed up. Barely three weeks have passed since he started working there. As much as things were strange and weird around, Sam just wanted a quiet life.

"Not at all," you answered in a friendly manner. "Actually I just wanted to give you kudos. I've received good compliments from customers who called for help, you're doing excellent!"

Sam breathed out, feeling a heavy weight on his back dropping. He smiled. "Well, thank you. It feels good doing that."

But a raise or something would feel absolutely better, he thought.

"Sure! You're brilliant, have you ever been told that?"

"Uhm, not here. I mean- I want to say you're the first one. Sorry, the first one to say I'm brilliant, I- uhm I never really got kudos before? I don't think so but it does feel great."

He stumbled so much with his words that it made you laugh a little but he noticed you tried to suppress it. So you gave him a nod.

"Yeah, of course. I also see you're very organized with your stuff and reports," you remarked before taking a quick glance around and leaning a little bit toward him, your face morphing into a shy look. "Probably I shouldn't but could you help me with some reports today? You'd be off the phone, I just really need to send them by the end of the day and I'm extremely busy."

You bit your painted lower lip with big doe eyes, waiting for an answer. Since the first day he saw you around the company, he thought you looked extremely familiar. Like he had seen you before. Hell, it was like he knew you ages ago. But he wouldn't say it out loud, he might look like a creep.

You'd usually come like this to his spot just to talk and get into business, sometimes he'd go to ask you something he wasn't sure about from a call, but he never, ever herd from a complaint or that his work was shit from you. In fact, you were very kind and smart, always letting him know you were there if he needed anything. And you were pretty. So damn beautiful that you got his heart agitated and his body aching when you bent over a desk wearing tight black pencil skirts and those matching high stockings. He began to think probably you liked him but you used to get close to all of your employees on the tech support floor. You were just being nice to everyone.

"Uh, sure. I can do that," Sam curved his lips into a smile.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver! I'll send you those in your email, ask me anything if it's difficult, okay?"

You responded with happy demeanour and quickly walked away back to your office, leaving him alone before he had the moment to say something. Just two minutes later he received an email from you with a bunch of reports and data to organize.

Sam scanned the files quickly while hearing the sounds of a chair rolling to his side.

"I think she likes you, man," Ian, the messy and chill coworker of his, teased. Sam chuckled.

"Nah, she's just nice to everyone. Besides, she needs help."

Suddenly, a notification popped from the side of his screen on the computer.

It was a message from you. It read:

Put on the headphones and listen to some music if you want ;)

"You were saying?" Ian joked again.

He smiled. Well, at least he'd be off the phone. Shouldn't be that hard, right?

The night fell and Sam found himself alone on his desk at eight o'clock working on your reports. Seeing the long reports and files he thought could make it on time to finish his shift at four and leave on time. It was fucking Friday. Poor him.

At least you ordered delivery for dinner for both of you. The good thing was that he wasn't really alone on the floor, you were in your office but soft music played as you worked on your stuff. Moments later, you found yourself sitting by Sam's side as he worked the final things on the last report.

"It's done," he announced, his body falling to the backrest of his chair.

"Thanks," you whispered shyly as he sent the finished files back to you. "I'm so sorry though, it's so late."

"Well, didn't have anything to do either."

"Really?!"

Your surprise made his eyes fall on you. He shrugged. "Just sleep."

You raised your eyebrows. "I thought maybe a girlfriend was waiting for you or something?"

He shook his head, pressing his lips together. "No, nothing like that."

The question was odd coming from you, so he decided to play a little.

"What about you?"

This time you shook your head. "Just my books and my TV."

Sam hummed. "It's a boring life, isn't it?"

"Yeah, well I get to pay my bills by the end of the month... And I meet nice people here... And I see you- Sorry."

You cut off your words all of a sudden, your eyes blinking rapidly saying you realized what you just said.

"My bad. We should get going."

You gave him a smile to try and brush off your words, but they were strong enough to get in Sam's head unnoticed. He watched you walk away, turning your computer and lights off on your office as Sam did the same on his spot. Once done, you walked out the floor together in silence.

"Thank you again. I don't think no one would ever do this for me here," you admitted with a deep exhale.

"Yeah, no problem," Sam smiled kindly as you got closer to the elevator.

"Really, I owe you. Do you have a car to get home or something? I can give you a ride if you need."

"I do, don't worry," he said as you stopped in front of the elevator, the doors opening.

"Great, so I think this is it," you grinned at him. "Have a good night."

"Thanks. I hope you have a good weekend, boss."

You nodded. "You too, Sam. Take care."

He saw you disappearing inside the elevator with a wave of your hand and a beautiful smile on your face. With a sigh, he made his way to the locker room and took his briefcase and stuff out. It was just a couple of minutes that he saw you leaving when he went back to the elevator. Checking his watch, the lift arrived and before he could get inside, he got a shocking picture in front of him.

Dean Smith, the marketing director, had you pinned against the wall and kissing down your neck. Your blouse unbuttoned, skirt up, lips open and eyes closed in bliss. Dean noticed the doors were open, pulling away his plump lips from your skin.

"Sorry buddy, wrong floor," he beamed and pushed the right button.

When you opened your eyes once again, you met Sam's open mouth and wide eyes as the doors closed. Great, now he might think you're a slut. 

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x female reader #sam x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester imagines #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female reader #dean x reader #dean winchester smut #dean x reader x sam #sam wesson #dean smith #supernatural fanfiction

[redqueenphoenix]

Negan Fan Fiction List

Characters I write for - Recently I have been writing a lot of Negan Smith because, well he's freaking hot and why not. But I have been known to write for Eddie Munson, Loki, Saints Row, and Dragon Age. But enough about them, this one is for Negan!

But if you do want to learn more about Victoria Hawkins my TWD OC, click her name and get to know her. Warnings: Well I'm an adult and I write adult things, so lets just say some of them will be 18+. Those will be labeled.

Negan Smith

State Championship (TWD Fan Fic)

Playlist for the Fanfiction! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 (NSFW, +18, NOT FOR MINORS) Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 (the End??)

Jeffery Dean Morgan

The Comedian

#daddy negan #fan fiction #ao3 #negan #the walking dead #writer #twd negan #twd fanfiction #negan fanfiction #negan smith #negan x reader #the walking dead negan #jeffrey dean morgan #coach negan #negan smut #twd dead city #twd #negan twd #negan x female oc #negan x you #negan x oc #the walking dead telltale #the walking dead fanfiction #TWD #the comedian x oc #the comedian #the watchmen #watchmen oc #watchmen

[deans-queen]

Love Or Die 💜🔪

Mini Series

Paring: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N) -> story will be told mostly in Reader’s P.O.V.

Plot: Reader (Y/N) can’t stand Dean Winchester and everything about him,  but she has a secret and that is:  she’s madly in love with him. 

Inspired by the song: Can’t Hold On Forever by Laura Marano 

Part 1 - Reader’s P.O.V.

Warning: Language

I have been hunting since I was 18 (I’m 25 now) but I’ve never worked with anyone as cocky, annoying and arrogant as Dean Winchester. I started hunting with him, his younger brother Sam and my Uncle /Godfather Bobby Singer since my parents died. Uncle Bobby has been looking after me the past year and I couldn’t be more grateful. He’s always been like a father figure to me. But Dean on the other hand….was a huge pain in the ass. I couldn’t stand him, and I made it pretty well known. But… I had a secret. A secret that no one knows. I'm also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. It all started last month, when he saved me from getting kidnapped by a witch that wanted to suck the life out of me to make her more youthful. He was so brave and took care of me, like a knight in shining armor. Since then I’ve had to hide how I felt….It wasn’t too hard to act like I didn’t have feelings, but it was at the same time. Under all that arrogance and self-confidence, he was so damn hot. He was tall, muscular (not like a body builder but his body was toned) and had short brown hair. He had a jawline so sharp and perfect that it could cut you in half. His hands were strong but also calloused, I imagined the way they would feel on my body. His lips were perfect. Looking soft, plump and kissable at the same time. I wanted to kiss them so damn much. And to top it off….he had the most amazing, perfect smile and GORGEOUS emerald green eyes. When I looked into them, I could melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July. There were days when he would be casually walking around, acting nonchalantly and I would find myself staring at him. I would snap out of it when he would say “Take a picture, sweetheart it’ll last longer.” Then I would have to fire back a snarky remark like, “In your dreams, Winchester.” And I’d roll my eyes. On the inside I was screaming, I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up.

The Next Day

We were working on a case, with a bunch of ghosts haunting this old abandoned New Orleans type esque mansion. This group of teenagers heard about it being haunted and wanted to check it out. And of course one of the girls winds up murdered. Her name was Jessica. What a bunch of idiots. Don’t they know it’s frowned upon to mess with haunted places. Anyways…while Sam and Uncle Bobby stayed behind to do research on the house, Dean and I went downtown to the police station to interview the teenagers. One of the things I loved about being a hunter was dressing up as an undercover FBI Agent. I always wore a black pencil skirt, with a white buttoned up blouse and heels. It made me feel like a bad bitch. Dean was wearing a suit and tie, which he looked so handsome in. Once we got there, the boyfriend of the girl who was killed was in an interview room. As we walked into the room, I noticed this kid was drooling over me, which Dean noticed. “Mr. Montgomery, I’m Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Parker.” Dean said firmly while we both flashed our badges. “Alright, Mr…” I said while taking a seat at the table, trying to sound professional. Dean took a seat next to me. “Mike, you can call me Mike.” He said, interrupting and winking at me. “Okay, Mike.” I said, clearing my throat. “Why’d you go down to that haunted house?” “Look, I already talked to the cops about this. Why is the FBI questioning me now?” “We’re just doing our job Mike,” I said. “Now please, tell us what happened.” “Jess, my friends and I heard the stories about the house being haunted and we wanted to see if it was true.” He explained that when they walked through the house, they could feel the cold air around them. They heard strange noises, silent whispers, and objects flying out of nowhere. Warning them to stay away. “And don’t you think going in that house was a stupid idea?!” Dean said, shouting at him. I mean he wasn’t wrong, it was a very stupid idea. “Well - I - uh…” he said, stuttering. Dean was making him so nervous that his palms were clammy and sweat was beaming on his forehead. Mike finally looked at me and said, “I didn’t think anyone was gonna get hurt! Especially Jess.” He said. “Too little too late for that one buddy.” I said while crossing my arms. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought it was stupid and all a joke!” He shouted “If I could take it all back I could.” He said softly, putting his hands in his face. I sighed and looked at him. I was in his shoes once. I used to believe that all this supernatural stuff was a joke, but then my parents explained to me that it’s all real. The ghosts, monsters, everything. I got up and put my hand on his shoulder, I could tell that he was being sincere. “Listen, Mike I know it’s hard not to believe this stuff, but believe me when I say this: it’s all real. And uh, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care about. It can be tough but you’ll get through it, I promise.” “Thanks Agent.” He said while flashing a smile at me. Dean cleared his throat and I removed my hand. “Okay well that’s it for today.” Dean said, and he handed out a business card to Mike. “Call us if you find anything else.” And then he rushed out of the room. “Bye,” Mike said quietly. I gave him a small smile and a quick wave before heading out the door. “What the hell was that Dean?” I said sternly while catching up to him as he walked towards the Impala. “That kid was totally giving you googly eyes, Y/N” he said, climbing in and slamming the door. Is he for real right now? “And why does it matter if he was, it’s not like I can do anything with him. He’s a teenager.” I said, going into the passenger seat. He started the engine and drove off. “It doesn’t matter. He’s 17, probably thinks more with his dick more than his mind.” “Oh and like you don’t either Dean??” I said. He looked at me coldly, gripping his hands on the steering wheel. He continued to drive down the road. “Are you jealous??” “Uhhh no, no no no.” He said, shaking his head. “Whatever Winchester.” I said, looking away from him.

And we continued our drive back to Uncle Bobby’s house in silence.

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[x-aefx]

Back to you - Ellie Williams

Part two /

Pairing: Ellie Williams x female reader

Summary: college!ellie au. Having once been close friends, Ellie and you begin to talk again while new feelings bloom and old ones return.

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For the rest of the day concentrating was something you struggled with in all your classes, except for the last one as you slept through it.

Entering your dorm you properly brushed through your hair and re-did your mascara, not bothering to change your outfit.

“Going somewhere?”

You were surprised to see your roommate enter your shared dorm. The only time you seen lily in your dorm and at college too, was in the mornings when she would usually still be asleep when you woke up. You too weren’t very close but she was nice and started a conversation the rare time you seen her.

Smiling in greeting you turned back to your desk, searching for your assignment you had completed over break.

“I need to head down to the changing rooms. Ethan’s looking for the assignment Ms.Gilroy had us do over break.” You explained, still searching for the assignment, you were sure you had left it on your desk.

Lily let out an exaggerated gasp, “not the changing rooms! I can already smell the sweat. Oh Y/N save yourself!”

“I don’t fancy it either but I felt bad. Did you hear his mom was giving him a hard time? Something about not prioritizing education over sport.”

“Where was this bloody assignment? I literally seen it this morning!” you thought to yourself.

“Oh Y/N, is there anything I don’t know?” Lily flashed you a mischievous smile. It was true, Lily seemed to know everything about everyone. “Luke Smith got caught dealing this morning, Ellen Cahill and Brody were kissing and missing class together, Dean and Tyler were caught kissing in the bathroom, should have seen it coming to be honest, it’s always the homophobes, Ellie Williams broke up with Cat Taylor over break, Mia Jo-“

“Fucking found it!” you let out a breath of relief, a triumphant smile on your lips.

“Hey! We’re you listening to anything I said?” You looked over at her to see her glaring at you, arms folded.

“sure I was. Something about Luke getting caught, Ellen and Brody being together and Dean and Tyler being a thing.” You shrugged at her.

“oh but you weren’t really listening! Ellie Williams broke up with Cat Taylor, Mia Johnson cheated on Eric-Y/N!”

“Sorry! In my defence I barely know these people.” You tried to rationalize but Lily wasn’t having it.

Letting out a huff, Lily took out her phone from her jean pocket and sat criss-crossed on your bed. Sinking back into your pillows she started typing on her phone, you took that as a sign to continue getting ready.

“I thought you and Ellie were friends? Aren’t you a little interested in her breaking up with her girlfriend?” Lily looked up from her phone watching you with raised brows as she waited for your response.

Sighing once you realized Lily was infact not done with this conversation, you turned to her.

“sure we were friends a while back, but it’s been awhile since we’ve properly talked, like an actual conversation or hung out together.” You put on your jacket that was on the back of your desk chair.

“but close enough to be on her insta?” Lily raised one perfectly shaped dark brow. Smirking at you as she faced her phone towards you.

“You stalker!” you snatched the phone out of her hands wanting to see it for yourself. Sure enough there was a picture on the screen of you and Ellie. You never knew she had posted it.

Ellie was holding the phone away from her face. A large smile adorned her lips as she held her middle finger up, it was easy to tell she was happy in that moment. A hand you presumed as Jesse’s, held two fingers above her head in a peace sign position. Ellie sat between your legs on the leather couch, her head almost resting on your stomach. You were smiling too, leaning back on the couch also holding your middle finger up.

Looking down at the date you realized that photo was over two years old.

Handing Lily back the phone you plastered on a small smile.

“she probably doesn’t remember she has it up.” You concluded, lily only hummed, clearly unconvinced.

“I need to get going. Sooner I give Ethan the assignment, the sooner I can get into bed.”

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The smell of odour hit your nose the moment you opened the doors to the changing rooms. It wasn’t as crowded as you thought it would be, only a few people scattered on the benches or at their lockers.

You could hear the shouts from the basketball court and the sound of the ball hitting the floor. You already decided this would not become a regular place to visit.

“Oh hey Y/N. You wouldn’t be here for Ethan by any chance?” a voice spoke up from behind you. A girl stood with a wide smile, long dark hair to match Ethan’s and bright blue eyes.

“hello Nora, and yes you would be correct. Ethan and I agreed to meet here to give him an assignment he needs to copy.” You only talked to Ethan’s sister, Nora, a handful of times but she was known around campus for being friendly and very smart.

Nora gave you a sheepish smile, “sorry Y/N but I’ve been sent here to tell you the idiot got a detention. He told me you would be waiting for him so he forced me to meet you so you didn’t think he was standing you up or something. “

You couldn’t help but laugh. You should’ve expected this. Ethan has gotten more detentions than anyone you know. You didn’t know how he had time for sports.

“That’s fine. Would you mind giving this to him?” you gestured to the folder that contained your finished assignment.

Nora took it from you with a nod, “sure thing.” She smiled to you then to the people behind you. “Hey Sam, Ellie.”

“hey Nora.” Two voices greeted the girl, one slightly more recognizable then the other.

Not wanting to come across as rude, you turned around and gave them a shy smile and a wave.

“you trying out for the team?” Sam asks you.

“god no.” you laughed, “I was supposed to meet Ethan but he got detention.”

“what’s new.” Sam chuckled shaking her head. She walked past you in the direction of her locker.

“shit is that the time?” Nora looked at the clock in alarm. Turning to you she promised to give the folder to Ethan before walking quickly to the door.

“That girl always seems to be in a hurry for something.” Ellie joked. It was now just the two of you, the atmosphere slowly becoming awkward.

“yet somehow never late for a single class.”

Ellie’s hair was tied back in it’s usual half up half down style, but a bit messier due to playing basketball. .

She was only wearing a black sports bra and her basketball shorts, her jersey clutched in her hands.

Your eyes lingered on the exposed skin.

“so are you and Ethan like dating or something?” Ellie awkwardly scratched the back of her neck, a nervous habit of hers.

You smiled at her before shaking your head, “not that I know off anyways.”

You couldn’t read the expression that briefly took over her features.

“I see.”

“mhm”

“I should probably change”

“I should be heading back.”

You two were left in silence once again.

“Goodbye”

“See ya”

You wasted no time getting out of there. Once you reached the door you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Your mind brought you back to the picture Lily showed you.

How had things gotten so awkward between you and Ellie.

#ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #tlou ellie #the last of us 2 #the last of us ellie #the last of us video game #the last of us show #the last of us hbo #the last of us #bella ramsey #pedro pascal #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams imagine

[cherryheartssblog]

This blog is 18+!, ALL STORIES below belong to this profile, you are more than welcome to reblog anything below including this post. Please do not steal content or you will be blocked and reported.

Each name will list the series and one shots for that character.

I do not do request anymore, all one shots and series will be from me! If any inspiration comes along from another post it will be tagged with the post.

also no hate! know that this is only stories and written by actually someone. Know this page gives you plenty of warnings, do not come here if this isn’t your cup of tea and also don’t give hate! :)

i am 21 years old- I am a she! I have been into writing since I was 16 years old probably even younger! I do have a full time job and I am a recent college graduate!! I have my business degree and I work as a Sales Lead in our local mall! I plan on having my on business one day, and hope I keep writing up as well on the side!

NAVAGATION:

SERIES:

THE YEARLY VACATION

CALIFORNIA SUMMER

ONE SHOTS:

MISTER SCARY KILLER

A FRIENDLY HALLOWEEN PARTY

GUARD MY BODY

A DOLLHOUSE CHRISTMAS

HOME ALONE

DONT BLAME ME

SHE CALLS ME DADDY

SOUTHSIDE GIRL

CAMGIRL PRINCESS

MINI SERIES: (SPECIALS)

SHE!- (COMING SOON!)

SERIES:

“STAY BEING MY COWBOY” -(COMING SOON)

ONE SHOTS:

THE BOOGEYMAN

SECERT ADMIRER

SWEET LIKE CHERRY COLA

MINI SERIES: (SPECIALS)

COMING SOON!

EXTRAS:

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

FULL MASTERLIST

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[deanwinchesterswitch]

March 2024 Monthly Fic Recs

I had a great time reading this month. This is a nice full list with lots of variety and some new-to-me authors.

If you like rain or thunderstorms, this is a good list to check out.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

Don't Walk Away ~ @marvelfanfn2187a113. Author's Summary: you walk in on your dad crying, and try to comfort him (Beau Arlen & daughter!reader)

~Justified~

A Night in Miami ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Time together was short, but Raylan couldn’t let her go without saying what he wanted to say.  Just not necessarily with words.

~MCU~

Hello ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: You’ve given up on love. That is until a stranger walks up to you in a bar, and starts off a chain of events even you couldn’t dream up. (Steve x F!Reader)

Rain ~ @waiting4inspiration. Author's Summary: You love it when there’s rain and love standing out in open, but Steve doesn’t want you to end up sick so he gives you his jacket when he notices that you’re cold

Thunder Struck ~ @str-spangled-banner. Author's Summary: None (Bucky x Female Reader)

Thunderstorm Singing ~ @buckystories. Author's Summary: It turns out your ex-assassin boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is afraid of thunderstorms. You help to comfort him with fluff, cuddling and singing.

~RPF~

Begging For It ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Tell me about... the hair swipe; Jensen Ackles x Reader)

Family Style ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

It'll Do ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

Sunday Morning ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

Worthwhile ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

~Supernatural~

A Little Wild ~ @rizlowwritessortof. Author's Summary: A middle-of-the-night thunderstorm helps release those pent-up feelings - pretty much just an excuse for Dean smut…

But God, at what cost? ~ @my-proof-is-you. Author's Summary: Dean helping you get through your cardio workout

Concern ~ @thatonewriter15. Author's Summary: Maybe she can hide her feelings for Dean, but she can’t hide her (mild) injury from him.

Ebb & Flow ~ @cleighwrites. Author's Summary: While on vacation in an quintessential beach house, you take advantage of a little alone time. The brothers return when a storm hits its stride; everything gets wet.

His Doll ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean comes back from a hunt in a mood and Y/N is the only thing that will help him relax.

Imagine…Getting trapped in a storm with Dean ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats. Author's Summary: None

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk. (Dean Winchester x You (female))

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author’s Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Not Your Fault ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Something is in the air and your boss takes notice… (Dean Smith x F!Reader)

November Rain ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: Dean’s too late.

Say It, Again... ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Ten and Two ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

The Bad Days ~ @littlemissfix-itfic. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Too Close To Gone Masterlist ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: Dean’s been gone for a year. You have been gone from the Bunker for just about as long. When you finally get the guts to go back “home” after leaving, someone you never thought you’d see again stumbles into your life, and now you have to figure out how to move on with a constant reminder of what you’ve lost following you around in the flesh.

We're All Irish Tonight ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean has been pining for Y/N for months now, and he thinks tonight might be the night things finally get going…

~Ten Inch Hero~

The Miracle Man ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

~Triple Frontier~

Welcome to the Meal ~ @navybrat817. Author's Summary: Will's hungry, but not for food.

~You~

Who We're Pretending To Be ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Joe finds himself getting too close to one of his grad students and he fights the urge to fall completely.

~On Patreon~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Sweet Little Lies ~ Author’s Summary: It’s funny how one little white lie can spiral so out of control that the beginning seems eons ago and the end is nowhere in sight.

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Close to Home-Parts 8 and 9 ~ Author’s Summary: Y/N and Dean are neighbours, and friends. The thing is Dean is a ladies’ man and she has always known it, if he wasn’t, maybe he’d be the ideal guy…but his eye for the ladies, how well they work as friends, as well as the fact that he’d never even think of her that way, all means that they are meant to be just neighbours and friends. Doesn’t it?

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #march 2024 #040124

[justsomegdude]

Prisoner!Negan x Gn!Reader

Prompt: “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” // “Can I pick?”

Warning: Negan.

A/N: I don’t know if you guys actually like these silly things I come up with, but i’m trying to get used to writing so i’m starting small so i can get comfy with writing actual one shots and stories! (my posting patterns will be all over the place as i haven’t gotten used to writing yet!)

You had visited Negan, You were in charge of handing him his meals. Throughout the time of you doing so, you had gotten closer to him. He still annoyed you to the end though.

You and Negan were mostly comfortable with each other, you’ve told each other a lot about your life before the apocalypse. While you were there when he was against your community, it almost felt like you befriended him, understood him.

“Hi Negan!” You enter the room holding a tray with his meal, a wide smile spread across your face. You now stood in front of the bars of his cell.

“Hey, Doll.” He replied, standing up and walking towards the bars to stand in front of you. He looked down at the food, a slight smile tugging at his lips, he seems happy with the meal you brought him. “Can’t believe you still bother to feed me.”

You looked up at him and shifted your weight to your opposite foot. “It’s not a bother.. I actually enjoy it. sometimes.” You went over to unlock his cell, You’re meant to cuff him, but after so long you trust he won’t do anything dumb. You still don’t trust him as a person though. Handing him his food and locking it back up.

“Sometimes? Only sometimes?” He snickered as he took the food with pride and set the tray down on his cot, ignoring it as he walked back up to the bars. His right hand went to hold the bar in front of him, leaning over you the best he can.

“Yes sometimes, you’re only okay some days.” You look up at him, the smile on your face still present. “Somedays I can tolerate you, other days I wanna rip your vocal cords out, most days I want to murder you.” Your smile widened as you obviously joked.

He let out yet another laugh. “Damn doll, you’re kinky.” He looked down upon you, his tongue moving to lick over his lower lip, looking down at your own lips. His body weight shifted forward, closer to the bars. “What about right now?” He asked.

Your glance looked down to his lips for a split second before it heads back to his eyes. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” You spoke and set your hand on your hip, tilting your head a little.

“Can I pick?” He asked and bit his lip right after, you knew exactly what he wanted to pick. His behavior making it extremely clear. “Because if I were to pick, I’d want a kiss.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’d like that too much though.” You lick your lips and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Flirting was common between the both of you, most conversations included it.

He bit the inside of his cheek when you licked your lips. “I would.. but don’t you want to make ol’Negan happy?” His eyes fixated on your lips still as he spoke.

You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he didn’t specify where, and you just felt like teasing him. You smiled and put your hands in your pockets.

“You little shit.” He huffed a laughed and looked at his feet, he was touch-starved and you knew that. So teasing him was so much more fun. He looked up at you with one eye squinted, a scrunched up face showed to you. He liked it, and he didn’t, just as you’d hope.

“Hope you enjoy your weekly affection.” Teasing more. It was wrong to feel this way about him, especially from what’s he’s done, but it honestly felt nice.

“I’d enjoy more affection..” He looked down at his feet again, almost like he was embarrassed about yearning for love. You brought your hand up and rested it over his hand, that was still on the bars. He smiled as you had done this, moving his hand to hold yours, holding each others hands after no longer resting them on the bars.

You shared a smile and a knowing glance. He made you feel happy, and you made him feel happy too.

#negan x male reader #negan x reader #negan smith x reader #jeffrey dean morgan #twd negan #negan #the walking dead negan #negan smith #negan x female reader #neganxgnreader #jdm #jdmorgan #drabble #writing prompt #dialogue prompt

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.

18+ only please, do not copy, repost or translate my work. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'����𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

It's A Terrible Life

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

An alarm clock flips from 5:59 to 6:00 and starts beeping, and, immediately, a hand shuts it off. Dean gets up from his bed then goes to his closet to pick out his clothes for the day.

Minutes later, he makes himself a cup of coffee from his espresso machine and takes a sip from it. Now dressed up in a business suit and his hair slicked down, Dean leaves his home and crosses the street to a silver Toyota Prius.

Once inside the car, Dean starts it up and Rock music blares out of the stereo. He looks at it, confused, and changes the station. "NPR Morning Edition. It's time for this waste and—" the radio said as Dean smiles then drives off in the Prius.

After pulling up to his workplace, he walks in and goes towards the elevator. He enters it and pushes the floor button when he heard hurried footsteps. "Wait! Wait! Hold the door!" A female voice said and before the door could close Dean holds his hand out to stop the doors from closing.

A woman runs up to the elevator and enters inside, running out of breath. "Thank you, thank you." She said, breathless, and Dean looks over at her. She was very pretty, her (h/c) hair was pulled back in a bun with a few strands of her hair over her face. Her outfit consisted of a black skirt, panty hoes, black heels, a white blouse with a black blazer.

She was holding a brief case in her right hand and her left hand was placed over her chest as she catches her breath. Dean also took noticed that she looked a bit stressed. "Rough morning?" He asked her and she let's out a breathless laugh. "Rough doesn't even begin to describe my morning." She said as the door closes and it begins to move up.

"You wanna talk about it?" Dean asked her and she let's out a sigh. "First, my alarm doesn't go off on time so I had to hurry and get dressed then I spilled coffee on myself so I had to change outfits and don't get me started on the traffic and then it took forever to find a parking spot." She said, quickly, and Dean makes a face like he was getting overwhelmed just by hearing her talk. "And the worst part is this is only my first day here and I don't want to piss off my new boss but I have a feeling he's gonna tear me a new one for being late on the first day." She continues.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be understanding." Dean said. "I don't know with a name like Mr Dean Smith, it sounds like someone who'd be a hard-ass." She said and Dean's eyes widen at this. This had to be the new assistant Mr Adler told him about.

Dean opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by the woman. “Though if you ask me, the name Dean sounds like someone that’s a real horndog. The type that’ll hit on any pretty woman he meets.” She said. Dean raises his eyebrows, taken aback by this statement. “Oh and last name of his, Smith. Sounds more like a made up name for a teacher on a sitcom.” She continued. Dean turns his head away, facing the doors and smirking knowingly. 

The elevator dings and the doors open. “Well, I hope you survive your first day.” Dean said, stepping out of the elevator. “Thanks, so do I.” The woman replied, following him out.

The pair walk down the hallway, with the woman finding it a little odd that they seem to be going in the same direction, but she wasn’t thinking too much of it. Until however they reach Dean’s office, where he stop in front of the door and took out his keys to unlock it.

The woman’s face fell and her eyes widen so big in realization, you swear they were about to pop right out of their sockets.

The door click as it unlocks and Dean turn his head to look at the woman, smirking. “I’ll see you in my office now.” He said, turning the knob and pulling the door open, holding it for her to enter first. She stood there, nervously, and felt awful for the things she just said about her new boss...right in front of her boss.

"I-I-I am so sorry..." she apologized but Dean shrugs as waves his hand, vaguely. "It's okay, Ms..." Dean said, waiting for her to give her name. "Remington. (Y/n) Remington." She replied and Dean gives her a friendly smile.

The day goes on normally as Dean types on his computer, takes some calls and have meetings. (Y/n) would come in every now and then with some papers for him to sign and she would file in some paperwork and type on her computer.

"Net profitability aside, it's the client-retention rate that concerns me vis-à-vis maximizing return on sales. Buzz me back once you've seen the spreadsheets." Dean said into his headset but he kept staring over at (y/n) as she worked. 

Then Mr Adler walks in and Dean takes off his headset and walks up to him. "Mr. Adler." Dean greets. "Dean." Mr Adler said as he slaps Dean on the shoulder. "Good stuff." he said. "Good stuff?" Dean asked. "Big things. Good stuff." Alder said and Dean smiles. "Good stuff." Dean said and Adler looks over at (y/n) as she continues her work.

"How's the new assistant treating ya?" Adler asked Dean. Dean looks over at (y/n) and a small smile appears on his face. "She's good. Great actually." Dean said and Alder notices the smile. "Oh I bet she is, you sly dog." Adler said as he, playfully, slaps Dean's shoulder then chuckles.

Later, that evening, Dean was sitting at his desk with his headset on, talking into it, as (y/n) walked in. "Oh I hear you. No, I haven't been to the gym in ages. Carrying a little bloat around myself. It's a sedentary lifestyle, my man, no two ways." Dean said as (y/n) places another set of paperwork on his desk. "All right, tell me one more time. You said lemon and—what was it? Cayenne and maple syrup, are you serious? How much did you lose?" Dean asked the person at the other end and (y/n) chuckles and shakes her head at this.

"Really? Okay, well I might have to give that a try. Okay, we'll talk later." Dean said and he takes off the headset. “Trying to lose weight?” (y/n) asked, curious on why a man that look like that would be concerned about his weight. “Not really. But it wouldn’t hurt to takeoff a few pounds.” Dean replied, picking up one of the sheets of paper she set down, skimming through it.

“Well, if you ask me, at least I hope I'm not over stepping here but, I don’t think you need to worry about that.” (y/n) said, as Dean glanced up from the paper. “Oh really?” He asked, the corner of his lips slightly turning upward. “Yes, I think you look great.” (y/n) replied. “Well thank you.” Dean said, smirking and setting the paper back down.

“If I were to say, you had a good body, would you hold it against me?” He asked, raising one of his eyebrows. (Y/n) was surprised by this sudden question, then laughs. “Mr. Smith, are you coming on to me?” She asked, trying to sound serious but the smile was slowing forming in her lips. Dean smirks at this response and shrugs. “Depends, is it working?” He asked, (y/n) laughs again. "Maybe..." she said and they share a smile

"So...how did your first day go?" Dean asked her. "Well it was better than this morning, I can tell you that." She replied to him. "Well, I hope I wasn't being a, uh...hard-ass on ya." He said. “No at all. I’m sorry, I misjudged you.” she laughs. “Apology accepted, on one condition…” Dean said and (y/n) eyes him, suspiciously.

"And what is that?" She asked him. "I take you out for coffee." He said and she chuckles. "Going on a date with the boss? So scandalous." She said, a bit with a laugh in her voice as Dean stands up and walks up to her. "Well, then we won't call it a date. We'll call it a getting to know each other meeting." Dean said, as he stands in front of her, and she laughs at this. "Do you say this to all of the assistants?" She asks, an eyebrow raised. "Only the pretty ones." He replies and she blushes at this.

"Well, you drive a hard bargain, Mr Smith." (Y/n) said and she thinks for a moment then looks at him as he looks at her. "Okay, I'll accept your meeting." She said and Dean smiles. "Cool, how about after work?" Dean asked her and she nods. "I'll see you in the morning, Mr Smith." (Y/n) said and she turns to walk away. "Goodnight, Ms Remington." Dean said as he watches her leave the room while smiling to himself.

He continues to work for a bit longer then he puts some files in a case and leaves the office. Dean checks his phone as he walks up to the elevator, which dings. He enters, focused on the phone, then he looks over at the other occupant of the elevator, who is staring at him; it's a young man, who's wearing a short-sleeved shirt that says Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. Tech Support. This man is Sam Wesson.

"Do I know you?" He asked Dean as the elevator goes down. "I don't think so." Dean said to Sam. "I'm sorry, man, you just look really familiar." Sam said. "Save it for the health club, pal." Dean said, when the elevator dings again and Dean gets out. Sam stares after him.

Sam presses a button on the phone and talks into a headset. "Tech support, this is Sam Wesson." Sam said. It was the next day, and Sam was just sitting as his desk, bored, as he listens to the person complaining about their printer. 

"Okay. Uh, well, did you try turning it off and then on?" he asked as he pokes at a vampire bobblehead with his pencil. "Okay, go ahead and turn it off. No no no, just, just off. All right, give it a second. Turn it back on. Okay, is it printing now? Great. Anytime." he said then he takes off the headset and presses a button on the phone. A man, Ian, at a cubicle behind Sam, the only one in the room who is not wearing the yellow uniform shirt, rolls his chair over to Sam

"Hey." Ian greets him. "Yo." said Sam as he turns to his friend. "What do you think of Mimi?" Ian asked him and Sam looks over and shrugs. "She's okay." Sam replied. "Might have to hit that." Ian said and Sam rolls his eyes. "Oh, dude, that's totally age-inappropriate." he remarks. "Experience." Ian said. "Trifocals." Sam grumbles.

"There's a MILF there, Sam. I just know it. Maybe a GMILF." Ian said and Sam scoffs. "Come on." Sam said and Ian smiles then he looks over and stops. 

"Check her out." He said and he points out (y/n) Remington walking pass the cubicles, Sam looks up at her. "That chick is hot." Ian said as he bites his lips but Sam couldn't help but think he had seen her before just like how he thought the man at the elevator, the night before, looked familiar.

"Yeah, she is very pretty." Sam said. "Maybe if I can't get with Mimi, I'll try out with that girl." Ian said and Sam shakes his head. "Coffee break?" Ian asked Sam. "Yeah, for sure." Sam said and the two men get up and pass another man at his cubicle.

"Paul. Time for a refuel, buddy." Ian said to Paul, who hadn't taken his eyes off of his computer. "Sorry, no time." Paul said. "Since when? Dude, we get paid by the hour." Ian said, annoyed. "Working." Paul said, plainly. "Okay." Ian scoffs and he and Sam walk away from Paul's desk.

"He seems stressed." Sam points out. "Freaked because he got busted surfing porn on the Internet." Ian said and Sam turns to him. "No, no, no way. When?" Sam asked, shocked. "Got sent up to HR yesterday. Guess they put the fear of God in him." Ian said as they walk into the break room.

The microwave dings and someone takes out a bag of popcorn and leaves while Sam heads for the coffeepot. Ian, on the other hand, goes to a supply cabinet and starts pocketing packets of pencils. "Ian, dude." Sam said, disapproving. "Just doing a little shopping. Running low at home." Ian said as Sam hands him a cup of coffee.

"So, Sam, had any of those dreams lately?" Ian asked Sam as he turns away. "What? Don't be like that. Come on. It's the highlight of my day." Ian said and Sam sighs. "I never should have told you in the first place." he mutters. "They're genius. Don't hold out on me, dude. Share with the class." Ian said.

"You're just gonna be a dick about it." Sam said. "What? No way. I won't say a word. Total respect. Go." Ian said and Sam sighs then thinks for a moment. "I dreamt that I saved a Grim Reaper named Tessa from demons." Sam said and Ian bursts out laughing. Sam looks away and sighs.

"Classic! How much D&D did you play when you were a kid? Oh, my—okay, so you—rescuing the Grim Reaper. That's—you're a hero. I mean, thank God we got Harry Potter here to save us all from the apocalypse." Ian said, laughing. "Dick." Sam grumbles. "Wizard." Ian said.

A printer whirs and spits out a paper, a fax machine whirs and sucks in papers, an automatic pencil sharpener whirs. Sam is back in his cubicle, filling out a form on a clipboard. He yawns and props his head on his hand, closing his eyes.

And then Sam begins to have flashes of him in a fight, then him killing a demon, then him and Dean shooting a striga, then him dispelling an Acheri and then the woman, (y/n), stakes and decapitates a vampire. Sam wakes up in his cubicle and looks around, in fright.

Later, Sam enters the elevator and sees Dean, (y/n) and a few others inside. Sam tries not to stare at Dean or (y/n) while the elevator whirs. Ding! Everyone but Sam, Dean and (y/n) get out then the elevator closes.

"Can I ask you guys a question?" Sam asked them and the two look over at him but as (y/n) looks at Sam, she couldn't help but feel like she had seen him before but wasn't for sure where. She felt that way when she first saw Dean but she didn't dwell on it as she was really stressed that first day. "Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the, uh—" Dean started to say but Sam shakes his head. "Oh dude, come on, I'm not either. I just wanna ask you one question." he said and Dean looks around then over at (y/n), who shrugs.

"Couldn't hurt." She said and Dean sighs. "Sure." Dean said to Sam. "What do you guys think about ghosts?" Sam asked him and Dean and (y/n) give him confused looks. "Ghosts?" Dean asked. "Do either of you believe in them?" Sam asked them and Dean laughs while (y/n) lowers her eyes.

"Uh, tell you the truth, I've never given it much thought." Dean said and (y/n) shrugs as she bites her lips, nervously. "Vampires?" Sam asked. "What? Why?" Dean and (y/n) said, in unison, as they turn to Sam. "Because I've been having some weird dreams lately. You know what I mean?" Sam asked him. "No. Not really." Dean said while (y/n) shakes her head.

"So you guys never had any...weird dreams?" Sam asked and before (y/n) could reply Dean turns to Sam, sharply. "All right, look, man, I don't know you, okay? But I'm gonna do a public service and, uh, let you know that—that you overshare." Dean said and he presses a floor button. The elevator dings and Dean leaves while (y/n) stands there for a moment.

"You coming, Ms Remington?" Dean calls out and (y/n) sighs and walks slowly out of the elevator then turns to Sam, preventing the door from closing. Sam gives her a concern look as she looks up to him. "I do." She said, softly, then she walks away from the elevator and the door shuts before she walks over to Dean.

A printer whirs and spits out a paper, a fax machine whirs and sucks in papers, an automatic pencil sharpener whirs. Sam is again in his cubicle, the next day, addressing his headset. "Did you turn it off, then on?" Sam asked as he draws vampires on a pad of paper. "All right, well, let's try that. No, no, it's fine, I'll wait." Sam said then he pulls up a search engine on his computer, looks both ways, and types in vampires. He clicks to image search and glances over the pictures of Dracula wannabes.

"Is it printing now? Oh, that's great. Anytime." Sam said as he continues to look at his search. "Whatcha doing?" a voice asked and Sam jumps a bit then minimizes the search engine and hides the sketches, then turns to Ian, shaking his head. "Nothing." Sam replied.

"You get an email from Human Resources?" Ian asked. "No. Why?" Sam said, curiously. "Damn it. Guess it's just me, then. I'm supposed to, quote, report to HR, unquote." Ian said. "They're probably finally busting you for snaking all those office supplies." Sam jokes and Ian smiles. "I hope they spank me." he laughs then he shoves his chair back to his cubicle, and leaves. Sam returns to his search engine.

"No no no no no no. Come on. Don't do this to me. Please." Paul's voice said, frantically, and Sam minimizes the window, takes off his headset, and stands up to lean over Paul's cubicle. "Hey, man, you okay?" Sam asked him. "It froze." Paul said, panicked, as he looks over his computer.

"They're crap, Paul. They freeze all the time." Sam said. "You don't understand. When I, when I rebooted, everything was gone. A whole day's work deleted." Paul exclaims. "Well, did you back up?" Sam asked him. "No, I didn't back up. I wish to God I backed up but I didn't. I'll get it back. I'll find it. It's somewhere. I'll find it." Paul said, panicked. "Paul, it's okay, man. These things happen." Sam tells him, calmly, then he looks over to see (y/n) walking by.

He moves away from his cubicle and follows (y/n) as she heads into the break room. She goes over to the coffeemaker and starts to make her a cup and Sam comes up to her. "So, you've had weird dreams too?" He asked and (y/n) jumped a bit at this and turns to Sam.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Sam said and she places a hand on her chest and calms her breathing. "No, no...you're fine. Just...maybe wear a bell next time." She said and Sam chuckles a bit. "I'll remember that next time." He said and she turns to him.

"But...yes, I've been having these dreams. Of me fighting creatures with a couple of guys." She replied. "How long?" Sam said and she thinks. "Um...about a couple weeks ago." (Y/n) said and Sam seems shocked by this. "So...do you believe in ghosts or Vampires?" Sam asked her and she looks down. "Vampires, no. Ghosts....I don't know." She said as she looks and grabs her cup of coffee.

“What do you mean, I don’t know?” Sam asked, (Y/n) gives him a look and shrugs. “It means, I don’t know. What do you want me to say?” She asked, feeling weirded out by this conversation.

“Uh…nothing. Sorry.” Sam said, wanting to explain his own dream situation, but wasn’t sure how to do it without sounding crazy. “This was a nice conversation but...I gotta go." (Y/n) said and she walks pass Sam and leaves the break room; leaving Sam standing there, thinking.

That night, Dean and (y/n) were sitting at a café, drinking coffee and just laughing and talking. But as Dean was talking about a childhood memory, (y/n)'s mind couldn't help but go back to the young man that talked to her in the break room.

Maybe she shouldn't have told him that she also had weird dreams cause it did freak her out that he followed her and basically cornered her on what she believed. But she kinda felt bad for the guy as Dean was alittle harsh to the man.

"Hey, Earth to Ms Remington!" Dean's voice said and (y/n) shakes her head then turned to him. "Sorry." She said. "You okay? I'm not boring you, am I?" Dean asked her, concerned. "No, no...you're good. It's just...I was lost in thought is all." She said. "Oh yeah, what's got you lost in thought?" Dean asks her. "Nothing to worry about...just personal things." (Y/n) replied and Dean nods.

Then a song starts to play over the speaker.

I can't fight this feeling any longer. 

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow. 

What started out as friendship, 

Has grown stronger. 

I only wish I had the strength to let it show. 

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever. 

I said there is no reason for my fear. 

Cause I feel so secure when we're together.

You give my life direction, 

You make everything so clear...

"Oh, I love this song." (Y/n) said, smiling, as Dean listens to it. "Not much of a fan for Rock music..." he said. “You’re kidding.” (Y/n) said, Dean shrugs. “It’s just never really been my thing.” He said. “Aw come on. You don’t like any thing from Bon Jovi?” (Y/n) asked, Dean shook his head. “Dennis DeYoung?” She asked next and once again he shook his head. “Bob Seger?” She asked, Dean gives a confused look. “Who?” He asked.

(Y/n) scoffs. “Wow. I don’t think I met anyone that didn’t like at least one rock song.” She said. “Well sorry, to be a disappointment.” Dean said, taking a sip of his coffee. “No it’s fine. It’s just surprising is all.” (Y/n) said, going back to listening to the song, before she starting to sing it to herself, quietly as not disturb the other people around them. 

And even as I wander

I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might…

Dean smiles as he watches (Y/n) sing. She then notices him staring and stops, taking a sip of her coffee and looking a little embarrassed. “You know…” Dean said, getting her to turn her head to look at him. “…This song isn’t so bad when you sing it.” He said, (Y/n) blushes at this and smiles.

Bout an hour later, the two walk out of the café and head to the parking lot, Dean follows (y/n) to her car to make sure she got there safe. "Well, I must say that is probably the best meeting I've ever been in." She said as they come up to her car and she turns to him. "Best one you've been at so far." He points out and she laughs.

"That is...if you'd like to have another one...say...this Friday?" He asked and her eyes shine with brightness. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” (y/n) said and Dean grins. “Great.” He said and grabs the car door opening it for her. “I look forward to it, Ms. Remington.” He said and she smiles, stepping closer as if she’s about to kiss him. “So do I, Mr. Smith.” She whispers and she breaks away to enter her car.

Dean closes her car door and the two wave and Dean goes over to his car but he couldn't help but smile to himself. He couldn't believe how well this meeting went and he not only could wait for Friday but he couldn't wait til tomorrow to at least see (y/n).

But little did he know the horrors that tomorrow would bring.

The next day, People in coroner outfits roll a body bagpout of the office area. Sam watches and sighs, the night before Paul stayed late but then, at one point in the night, stuffed his head in the microwave, shoved a knife in it, turned it on and killed himself. Dean, (y/n) and several other people, some in suits and some in the yellow shirts, also watch. Sam, Dean and (y/n) notice each other before Dean addresses another suited worker.

"Something about this seem not right to you?" Dean asked him. "Uh, yeah, try the whole thing. I'm telling you, man, I'll never eat popcorn again." the man said. "Yeah, right." Dean mutters and he and (y/n) share a look.

Later, Dean paces in his office when (y/n) comes in. "Hey, Mr Smith." She said as she comes in and he turns to her. "Yeah?" He asked and she looks down. "Uh...I went and looked up Paul Dunbar's file for you..." she said and Dean nods. "And...his death...it doesn't make sense..." she said. "What do you mean?" He asked her. 

"Well, he was...two weeks away from retirement and he was supposed to have a party as well." (Y/n) said and Dean furrows her brow in confusion. "Two weeks?" he said, confused, and (y/n) nods. 

Meanwhile, Sam rolls his chair over to Ian's cubicle. Ian is wearing the yellow shirt for the first time and working, busily. "Hey. Why would someone kill themselves two weeks before they were supposed to retire? I mean, Paul was two weeks from freedom. He should have been happy, right?" Sam asked then Ian turns to him in his chair.

"I don't have time for this, Sam." He said, firmly, and Sam laughs. "That's very funny." Sam said but then he notices Ian's shirt and attitude.

"What's with you?" He asked. "I'm working. It's important." Ian replied, firmly. "HR bust your balls or something? You're wearing the shirt. Did you shave?" Sam asked as a phone rings and Ian answers the call. "Tech support, this is Ian. Be right up." Ian said then he hangs up the call and turns to Sam. "Gotta go up to twenty-two, speak to a manager." he said and he takes off the headset and leaves.

There was a knock at the door and Dean looks up from his computer as (y/n), with Ian by her side, opens the door. "Mr Smith..." she calls out and he looks over at Ian. "Hi. Ian, is it? Yeah, come on in." Dean said and Ian walks in and (y/n) shuts the door behind them and she hands the file, Ian was working on, to Dean. 

"Yesterday you filled out a 445-T and no problem, just a few errors when we did your switch over to Vista. So I'm sure you're used to filling out the dash-R's, am I right?" Dean asked Ian, who started to look distraught. "Oh, no." he mutters. "No no no. It's fine. It's fine. I just need you to redo one today so I can get the show on the road with the invoicing." Dean said as he pushes a paper over the desk and smiles. Ian looks at it, terrified.

"Oh my God." He said, devastated. "No, it's fine. Just refile it and we're square." Dean assures him. "I can't believe I did this." Ian said, upset, and Dean and (y/n) share a look of worry and confusion.

"I can't believe I—I can't believe I did this." Ian said again. "Hey, guy, come on." Dean said. "No, no. It affected profits. It—I screwed up. I—I can't—I can't—I am so sorry. I—how could I do that? I failed Sandover. I failed the company." Ian exclaimed, upset. "All right, why don't you sit down, Ian?" (y/n) said as she goes over to him. "Perhaps a cup of coffee?" She offers. "No." Ian shouts and he runs out of the room.

"Ian? Ian. Hey." Dean calls out and he follows him. (Y/n), fearing for Dean's and Ian's safety, follows after them.

Dean and (y/n) come up to the bathroom and Dean turns to (y/n). "Stay here." He tells her and she nods then he enters the bathroom. He walks in and sees Ian staring into a mirror. "Ian, hey. Just chill out, man. Okay?" Dean said and he noticed his breath is visible.

Suddenly, all the faucets come on even though Ian and Dean are the only ones in the room; all the soap dispensers, too. "Ian, hey, maybe we should get out of here, huh? Come on. Ian. Look at me." Dean said as he takes a few steps closer to him.

Ian turns toward Dean and pulls a pencil out of his pocket, stares at Dean for a moment, then stabs himself in the neck. Dean stares at the spout of blood and rushes forward as Ian collapses. Dean looks up and sees an old man in the mirror, then turns around and no one's there. Ian goes still.

"Somebody help me!" Dean screams and (y/n) rushes in. "What hap..." (y/n) said as she comes in then she begins to scream and places her hands over her mouth as she sees Dean holding Ian's dead body. "Call 911!" Dean shouts and (y/n) runs out the bathroom.

Later the coroner people roll Ian's body out, again with an audience, while Dean was talking to a police officer and (y/n) was off to the side, shaking visibly.

"No, I, I followed him into the bathroom. He was, uh—he was standing there in front of the mirror, and then—" Dean said then he sees Sam and stops. "Continue. Sir." the officer said send Dean turns to the officer. "And he stabbed himself in the neck. I'm sorry, that's, um..." Dean said and the officer nods.

Later, Dean was back in his office, (y/n) sitting in the chair in front of his desk. "You okay?" Dean asked her, concerned. "I think I should be asking you that." (Y/n) said and Dean sighs. "I really don't know." He said as he walks over to the window and looks out at it.

"Two deaths in two days..." (y/n) said, in a shaky voice, then she looks up at Dean. "What the hell is going on, Dean?" She asked and Dean shakes his head. "I don't know..." he said again then stops and turns to her. "Did you just call me Dean?" He asked and her face goes red. "S-S-Sorry, slip of the tongue." She said and he holds a hand up. "No, no, it's okay..." Dean said and (y/n) blushes a bit.

Dean thinks then said. "Maybe that weird guy might know something." Dean said and (y/n) looks at him. "The one that asked us about ghosts and vampires?" (Y/n) asked him and Dean nods. "Yeah, call him and have him come into my office." Dean said. "Why?" She asked. "I think...I think I saw something. So please, call him." Dean said and she nods as she gets up.

"Yes, sir." She said as Dean looks down at his bloodstained clothes and goes to grab the extra shirt he brought for emergencies.

At his cubicle, Sam sits there, feeling upset about his friend's death, when his phone goes off. "Tech support, this is Sam." Sam replied. "Mr Smith wants to see you in his office." (Y/n) said and Same hangs up.

Dean buttons up a fresh shirt just as there was a knock at the door. "Come on in." he said as he looks up and (y/n) and Sam enter. "Shut the door." Dean said and (y/n) looks over at him. "You want me in here?" She asked. "Yes." Dean said and (y/n) shuts the door behind her and Sam.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked Sam as he turns to face him. "I'm not sure I know." Sam said. "What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked. "Sam Wesson. I started here three weeks ago." Sam replied.

"All right. You cornered me and Ms Remington in the elevator talking about ghosts. And now..." Dean said then he stops. "Now what?" Sam asked then there was a pause. "Now nothing. I, uh...so you started working here three weeks ago, huh?" Dean asked and Sam nods. "Yeah, me too." Dean said and Sam looks over at (y/n). "I just started here a couple of days ago." She said as Dean unscrews the top of a bottle.

"It's the Master Cleanse. You tried it? Phenomenal. Detoxes you like nobody's business." Dean said before he takes a drink. "When you were in that bathroom with Ian, did you see something?" Sam asked him and Dean looks over at (y/n), who nods encouragingly at him. "I don't know. I don't know what I saw." Dean said.

"Wait. Are you saying that—did you see a ghost?" Sam asked. "I was freaking out. The guy penciled his damn neck." Dean exclaimed. "You did, didn't you? Okay, listen. What if these suicides aren't suicides? I mean, what if they're something not natural?" Sam suggested and (y/n) turns to him.

"So, what, ghosts are real? And they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here? Is that what you're telling us?" she asked him as all three of them sit down, in unison. "I know it sounds crazy. But yes. That's what I'm telling you guys." Sam said. "Uh-huh. Based on what?" Dean asked him and Sam thinks for a moment.

"Instinct." Sam replied and Dean looks down, shaking his head, then back up. "I've got the same instinct." Dean said and (y/n) smiles. "I think I do too." She said and Sam looks between them. "Seriously? You know those dreams I was telling you about? I was dreaming about ghosts." he said. "Yeah." Dean said and (y/n) nods.

"And then it turns out that there's a real ghost." Sam said. "So you're telling us that your dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychic?" Dean asked him. "No. I mean, that would be nuts. I'm just saying something weird is definitely going on around here, right? So I've been digging around a little." Sam said and he pulls papers out of his bag. "I think I found a connection between the two guys." Sam said and he passes over the papers. (y/n) gets up and goes over to stand next to Dean's desk and they look at them.

"You broke into their email accounts?" (y/n) asked him. "I used some skills that I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity." Sam replied but Dean and (y/n) give him an impressed smile. "Nice." they said and Sam smiles. "Yeah. Okay. So it turns out Ian and Paul both got this same email telling them to report to HR, room fourteen forty-four." Sam explained and Dean furrows his brow.

"HR's on seven." Dean said. "Exactly." Sam said and (y/n) looks between the boys. "Should we go check this out?" she asked them and Dean seemed up for it but Sam looks at her, confused. "Like right now?" Sam asked, surprised,  and (y/n) frowns. "No. No, it's getting late. You're right." She said but Sam smiles. "I am dying to check this out right now." he said. "Right?" Dean and (y/n) said, excited, and they all get up and leave.

The boys and (y/n) come down the corridor when they hear a man yelling and hurry to room 1444, it's locked. Sam kicks the door open. "Whoa." Dean said, impressed, as (y/n) eyes widen at this.

A shelf had fallen on a man and Dean, Sam and (y/n) hurry over to lift it off him. The old man from the bathroom appears behind (y/n and flings her into the wall, then shoves Sam and Dean over. His hands spark lightning. Dean gets up and swings at the old man with a wrench. The old man dissipates before he can touch the man. The monitors shut off and everything stops shaking. Dean, Sam and (y/n) lift the shelves so the man can scoot out from underneath.

"How'd you know how to do that?" (Y/n) asked Dean, shocked but also impressed, and Dean shrugs. "I have no idea." he replied, honestly.

"Holy crap, guys!" Dean said after he drinks his Master Cleanse. "Yeah. I could use a beer." Sam said and (y/n) nods as they sit in Dean’s upper-class house. "Me too." (Y/n) said. "Oh, sorry, guys. I'm on the Cleanse. I got rid of all the carbs in the house." Dean said and he goes to the fridge and grabbed a couple of water bottles.

"Hey. How the hell did you know that ghosts are scared of wrenches?" (Y/n) asked Dean as he hands her and Sam the water bottles. "Crazy, right?" Dean said, just as shocked and impressed as her. Then he turns to Sam. "And nice job kicking that door too. That was very Jet Li. What are you, like a black belt or something?" he asked and Sam chuckles. "No. I have no clue how I did that. It's like...we've done this before." Sam said.

"What do you mean, before? Like Shirley MacLaine before?" Dean asked him. "No. I—I just can't shake this feeling like I—like I don't belong here. You know? Like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle." said Sam. "I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way." (y/n) said and Sam shakes his head.

"No. Well, look, it's more than that. Like, I don't like my job. I don't like this town. I don't like my clothes. I don't like my own last name. I don't know how else to explain it, except that...it feels like I should be doing something else. There's just something in my blood. Like I was destined for something different." he said as Dean and (y/n) watch him. (Y/n) lowers her eyes as she looks down at the floor while Sam looks between the two.

"What about you guys? You two ever feel that way?" Sam asked. "Sometimes, but...I don't know, I guess I just deal with it." (Y/n) said. "And I don't believe in destiny. I do believe in dealing with what's right in front of us, though." he said and Sam nods.

"All right, so, what do we do now?" He asked. "We do what I do best, Sammy. Research." Dean said. "Okay." Sam said but stops and gives Dean a puzzled look. "Did you just call me Sammy?" he aske. "Did I?" Dean said, confused. "I think you did. Yeah. Don't." Sam said. "Sorry." Dean said. "Well...let's get to work, boys." (Y/n) said as she stands up and claps her hands together.

Later, the trio each had their own laptop and do as much research as they could until (y/n) speaks up. "Oh, jackpot." she exclaims and the boys turn to her. "What you got?" Sam asked her. "I just found the best site ever. Real, actual ghost hunters." she replied, smiling, and Sam and Dean go over and stand on either side of her to see.

"These guys are genius. Check it out." she said as she shows them the website of the Ghostfacers, where there were tons of videos. "Instructional videos." Dean said as (y/n) pulls up a video of Ed and Harry, both of them wearing lab coats.

"We know why you're watching." Ed said, in a serious tone. "You've got a problem." Harry said, in a similar tone as Ed. "A ghost problem." said Ed. "A ghost-related problem. A ghost—it's like a ghost-adjacent pr—it's like a problem that's—and the ghost is—" Harry tries to explain but Ed rolls his eyes and talks over him.

"Whatever. You've come to the right place. The only decent place, really, because the Ghostfacers know how to solve it." he said. "Period." Harry said. "Watch and learn." Ed said. "See, the first step in any supernatural fight..." Harry started to say then he and Ed say the next line, in unison. "Figure out what you're up against." 

Dean, Sam and (y/n) exchange looks at this.

Sam, on his laptop, pulls up an article about the death of Sandover's founder; it has a picture of him. "That's him. That's the ghost." Dean said and Sam begins to read. "P. T. Sandover. Died 1916. Devoted his life to his work. No wife, no kids. Used to say he was the company, and his very blood pumped through the building." Sam reads. "Wow, okay. So slight workaholic." Dean said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Maybe he's still here, you know, watching over the company, even killing for it." (y/n) suggests. "Plus, turns out this isn't the first time people started killing themselves in the building. 1929." Sam said. "Yeah, but lots of guys jumped off lots of high rises that year." Dean said, shrugging.

"How many companies had seventeen suicides?" Sam asked him and Dean and (y/n) look at him, horrified. "Phew. Okay, so P. T. Sandover, protector of the company. His ghost wakes up and becomes active during times of grave economic distress." Dean said.

"Well, I mean, the worst time we've seen since the Great Depression—"

"Is now. Yeah, now sucks. My portfolio's in the sewer. I don't even wanna talk about it." Dean said, interrupting Sam. "So Sandover's helping the bottom line by zapping some model employees." (Y/n) said as she paces back and forth. "Yeah. I mean, Ian and Paul. It was like he turned them into different people." said Sam. "Perfect worker bees, exactly. So devoted to the company that they would commit hara-kiri if they failed it." Dean said.

"One more interesting fact. The building wasn't always that high. Used to be fourteen floors. And the room where the ghost attacked, fourteen forty-four? Once upon a time, that was the old man's office." Sam said and they all exchange looks then head over to (y/n)'s laptop and watch another video by the Ghostfacers.

"Once you've got that thing in your sights—" Harry said. "You kill it." he and Ed said, together.  "Using special ghost-hunting weapons." said Harry. "First, salt. It's like acid to ghosts." Ed said as he holds up a container of salt. "Burny acid." Harry said. "Not LSD." Ed informs as he holds up a finger. "No. It's a bad trip for ghosts. Next up, iron." Harry said as he holds up an iron fire poker.

"That's why the wrench worked." (Y/n) exclaimed as she looks between the boys. "Pure power in your hand." Ed continues. "Dissipates ghosts instantly." Harry asked.

"Next little trick. We learned this from those useless douchebags—" Ed sneers. "That we hate." Harry growls. "The Winchesters and (l/n)." Ed said, with disgust. "Gun." Harry said as he holds up a shotgun. "Shotgun shell. Pack it up with fresh rock salt." Ed said, holding up a shotgun bullet.

"Very effective." They said. "Winchesters and (l/n) still suck ass, though." Harry growls. "Affirmative. Suckage major." Ed said.

Later, Dean packs three pokers in a duffel bag that contains a salt shaker and various items. "Where do we even get a gun?" Dean asked. "Gun store?" Sam said, shrugging. "Isn't there like some kind of waiting period or something?" (y/n) asked. "I think so." Sam said. 

"Well, how in the hell—" Dean started to ask but Sam shrugs. "I don't know. Seems pretty impossible, honestly." Sam said. "Right." Dean said as he continues to pack while (y/n) continues to play the video.

"The aforementioned super-annoying Winchester douchenozzles and the (l/n) bitch also taught us this one other thing. You have to burn the remains." Ed explained. "Okay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes you might have to dig up the body. Sorry." Harry said, a bit disgusted, and even (y/n) scrunched up her nose at this.

"It's illegal in some states." Ed said. "All states." Harry corrects. "Possibly all states." Ed said. "Sandover was cremated." Sam said and Dean and (y/n) turn to him. "What? So what do we do now?" (y/n) asked and as if he heard her, Harry begins to talk.

"Now, if the deceased has been cremated—" he said. "Don't panic." he and Ed assure. "Just gotta look for some other remains." Ed said. "A hair in a locket, maybe. Fingernails. Baby teeth." Harry informs. "Milk teeth." Ed adds. "Genetic material. You know what we're talking about." Harry said.

"Go find it." Ed said.

"Fight well, young lions." Harry said, proudly. 

"Godspeed." Ed said, in a distinguished voice.

Sometime later, Dean, Sam and (y/n) enter the elevator to their workplace when Dean turns to them. "Set your cell phone to walkie-talkie in case we get separated." he said and the trio pull out their phones.

"How the hell are we gonna find some ancient speck of DNA in a skyscraper?" Sam asked. "Well, that creepy storeroom used to be Sandover's office, right?" (y/n) said and she presses button 14 on the panel.

Minutes later, the trio look through the things stored in 1444. Dean and (y/n) go behind some shelves while Sqm rifles through the desk easily visible from the door. "What the hell are you doing here?" a voice asked, startling Sam. He turns around to see a guard while Dean grabs (y/n)'s arm and pulls her down, ducking out of sight.

"Nothing. I just—" Sam stammers. "Come with me." the guard said as he grabs Sam's arm and shuts the door behind them. "I hate doing that to him." (Y/n) mutters to Dean and she looks over then felt her heart stop as she realized how close her and Dean are.

Dean looks over at her and he seemed to notice how close they were too. They look into each other's eyes for a moment then Dean gazes at her lips for a moment then back into her eyes. (Y/n) begins to blush as she looks down the clears her throat. "Um...I think we should...uh...get back...to..." she said and Dean shakes his head a bit then nods to her. "Yeah, right." He said and they stand up and start their search.

"Man, listen. Look. It's okay. I—I work here." Sam said to the guard. "Whatever. Tell it to the cops." the guard grumbles as he takes Sam down the corridor and into the elevator, which descends several floors. The current-weather screen inside the elevator goes to static, and both men's breath are briefly visible. The elevator screeches to a halt and the guard uses his elevator key to open the inner doors, then pries open the outer doors; they're stuck between two floors.

"Well, come on." The guard said but Sam noticed a weird ominous sound. "What?" Sam asked. "Last time this happened, it took them two hours to get here." the guard said. "Let's just wait." Sam said as the guard crawls out, nearly kicking Sam in the face.

Meanwhile, Dean and (y/n) continue to search through drawers. Then Dean finds a framed picture of a Sandover bridge. "Think I found something." Dean said and (y/n) comes over to him and sees the framed photo. "Hopefully that'll work." She said and Dean nods.

The Guqrd is out of the elevator and turns back for Sam. "Seriously, I'll wait." Sam said but the guard leans back into the elevator. "Look, I don't have the rest of my life." he said but the elevator jerks downward abruptly, decapitating the guard, Sam's face and shirt are covered in blood spray.

"Hey. You okay?" Dean's voice asked over the phone and Sam slowly reaches for the phone. "Call you back." Sam said, shaking, as he stares at the mess in front of him.

Later, Sam walks between the cubicles, talking into his phone, cleaning the blood off his face with a towel. "Dean, you there?" he asked. "Yeah, listen, I think we got it. Meet us on twenty-two." Dean said. "Okay, yeah. Just, uh, take the stairs." Sam informs him.

Dean and (y/n) were looking at the Sandover history display when Sam comes in. "Whoa. That's a lot of blood." (y/n) said, shocked, as she looks at Sam. "Yeah, I know." Sam said. "Right. So, uh, in there." Dean said and he points to a glass case containing a pair of gloves. "P. T. Sandover's gloves." Sam said and Dean nods. "Yeah, how much you wanna bet there's a little smidge of DNA in there? You know, like a fingernail clipping or a hair or two? Something." (Y/n) said.

"So you guys ready?" Sam asked them. "I have no idea." Dean said and (y/n) shrugs. "Me neither." Sam said and he, Dean and (y/n) take a poker and (y/n) takes a container of salt. "Go for it." (y/n) said and Dean nods. "Right." he said and he smashes the glass. Sam's and (y/n)'s breath qre briefly visible.

Sandover appears behind Dean and flings him into the wall, then Sam and (y/n). His hands spark as he approaches (y/n), who grabs the salt and flings some through him. Sandover dissipates and Dean gets up.

"Oh. Nice." He said when Sandover appears behind Dean. "Dean." Sam and (y/n) shout and Sam throws Dean the poker. Dean turns and swings it through Sandover, who dissipates again.

"Nice catch." Sam said. "Right?" Dean chuckles as Sam gets up, helps (y/n) up and he goes over to pick up the other poker. Sandover appears between (y/n) and Dean, who simultaneously hit him with pokers; he dissipates. He appears behind Dean, who turns around to get him, then behind Sam, who does the same, then behind (y/n), who swings her poker at him.

Then he appears between them, and throws first Sam, then Dean into opposite walls and (y/n) down on the ground. His hands spark and he reaches for Dean. Sam sees the gloves and grabs them and his lighter, the gloves catch fire and so does Sandover, who burns into nothing. Sam drops the burning gloves.

"That was amazing." (y/n) said, with a smile and Sam laughs. "Right? Right?" Dean asked and the three of them start to laugh together.

In his office, Dean pulls a first-aid kit out of his desk. "Man, I gotta tell you, I've never had so much fun in my life." he said. "Me neither." Sam said. "Same here. Was a hell of a workout too, wasn't it?" (y/n) asked and Dean nods. "We should keep doing this." Sam said. "I know." (y/n) and Dean said as Dean looks through the kit and comes out with thred gauze pads. He gives one to Sam and the other to (y/n).

"I mean it. There gotta be other ghosts out there. We could help a lot of people." Sam said while (y/n) tends to her wound. "Right, we'd be like the Ghostfacers." Dean chuckles. "No, really. I mean, for real." Sam said and Dean and (y/n) turn to him. "What? Like, quit our jobs and hit the road?" (y/n) asked him. "Exactly." Sam said.

"How would we live?" Dean asked and Sam pauses at this. "You gotta be kidding me. How would we get by? With stolen credit cards? Huh? Eating diner food drenched in saturated fats? Sharing a crap motel room every night?" Dean asked and Sam shrugs. "That's all just details." he said, vaguely. 

"Details are everything. You don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance." Dean said and (y/n) sighs. "All right. Um. Confession." she said and the boys turn to her. "What?" they asked and she sighs again then turns to Sam. 

"Remember when I told you I had weird dreams too?" She asked and he nods and Dean raises an eyebrow at this. "You were dreaming about ghosts too?" Dean asked her and she nods. "Yeah and...not only that...I was fighting them." she said and Dean and Sam watch her. "Okay." They said. 

"With you two. We were these, like, hunters, and we were friends. You two more like brothers, really." (Y/n) said as she points at the two men then she turns to Dean. "And...don't think differently of me when I say this but...you and me, I think we were in a relationship." She said and Dean stares at her, in disbelief. "Oh come on." Dean said and Sam shakes his head.

"I think she's right, Dean. I've had similar dreams as well." Sam said and Dean shakes his head. "I mean, what if that's who we really are? I mean, you saw us back there, working together. The ghost was scrambling people's brains. What if it scrambled ours?" Sam asked. "That's insane." Dean said. "But it was just some weird dreams that, coincidentally had you two in it." (Y/n) said.

"Is it? Think about it for just one second. What if we think this is our life, but it's not?" Sam asked.

"Hey, man, the ghost is dead and we're still standing. I mean, I'm sorry, but—" Dean said but Sam speaks up. "Look, all I know is this isn't who we're supposed to be." Sam said. "No. I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford. My father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo." Dean explained. 

"And I'm (y/n) Remington. I just graduated from college, so I'm trying to pay off my debt. My father's name is John and my mother's name is Mary." (Y/n) said. "When was the last time you talked to them? To any of them?" Sam asked the couple. "Okay, you're upset. You're upset, you're confused—" Dean said but Sam talks over him.

"Yeah, 'cause I only moved here 'cause I just broke up with my fiancée, Madison. But I called her number and I got a damn animal hospital." he yells and (y/n) felt sympathy for him. "Okay. What are you saying? Are you trying to say that my family and Ms Remington's family aren't real? Huh? That we've been injected with fake memories? Come on." Dean asked.

"All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut. And I know—I know that deep down, you two gotta be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. You're not just some corporate douchebag. Or some secretary with a dead-end job. This isn't you. I know you two." Sam said. "Know me? You don't know me, pal." Dean said and Sam frowns at this. "You should go." Dean said and Sam looks between the two before he leaves.

“Are you going to be okay?” Dean asked (y/n), who shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.” She said. Dean nods, thinking for a moment. “So is it alright if I ask about these dreams of yours? Of us being in a relationship?” He asked, curious. “Look, they're just weird dreams, please don’t judge me because of them.” (Y/n) said.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t. If it's any consolation, I think dream me is pretty lucky if he can call you his girlfriend.” Dean said, (y/n) blushes at this. “Really?” She asked. “Yes, you’re a wonderful woman, Ms. Remington. Any man would be lucky to have you.” Dean said, smirking. (Y/n) smiles, feeling pretty giddy at such praises. “Thank you, Mr. Smith. I believe any woman would be lucky to have you.” She said and Dean smiles. Dean and (y/n) shared a look, their smiles turning sad.

It’s no secret that they both felt this intense attraction towards each other. But of course, there’s policies in place that restrict the two of them from pursuing such feelings. 

Sure they can have coffee and exchange flirts here and there. But to actually be together, one of them would need to resign from the company. Neither one is in a position to do so, nor are they able to invite the other to come live with them.

There are so many road blocks between them, it does make life on the road sound appealing, if only a little. They could be together and do all the little things that they been thinking about but were keeping to themselves. Perhaps this feeling between them could even grow stronger, to the point that they both would realize that they can’t live without the other. That their future would be incomplete if they weren’t together.

But that’s not the case here. Dean is (y/n)'s boss, so he and her can never be. They both knew this and they hated that this how things are.

“Well, it’s late. I think I should be getting home.” (Y/n) said. “Yeah, I should do the same. Goodnight, Ms. Remington.” Dean said. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Smith.” (Y/n) said, turning and walking to the door. “See you in your dreams.” Dean said, right before she could leave the office. (Y/n) stops, keeping her back towards Dean to hide her smile, then she leaves.

The next morning, Sam was in his cubicle filling out a form on a clipboard when the phone rings. Sam stares at it then he takes off his headset, picks up the poker he brought with him, gets up, and beats the phone to death. Everyone stares. "I quit." Sam said and he leaves.

(Y/n) was staring at her computer screen, mainly at the email she had written out but was deciding whether to send it or not. It was her resignation. After last night, (y/n) started to think over what Sam said and a part of her was thinking that maybe he was right, maybe this life isn't what she wanted. But then again, she needed the money to pay off her college debts.

"Morning, Ms Remington." A voice said and (y/n) looked up to see Mr Adler walking up to her desk. "Morning, Mr Adler." She greets, with a smile. "Is Mr Smith in?" He asked. "He sure is. Go on ahead." She said and Adler nods then walks over to the office door and knocks while (y/n)'s smile falters then turns her head back to the screen and sighs.

"Got a minute?" Adler asked Dean, who was typing on his computer. "Sure, of course." Dean said and Adler comes in and shuts the door. "How are you feeling, Dean?" he asked. "Uh, great." Dean replied, in a bit of a unsure tone. "You look a little tired. Been working hard, I gather." Adler said. "Yeah." Dean said.

"Ah, don't be modest. I hear everything. And I'm pleased with what I'm hearing." Adler said and he goes to sit down in front of Dean's desk. "That's why it's important to me that you're happy." Adler said and he pulls out a pen, grabs a piece of notepaper, and writes down a five-digit number.

"How's that for a bonus?" He asked and Dean looks at the paper. "That's very generous." Dean said, shocked. "Purely selfish. Wanna make sure you're not going anywhere." Adler laughs. "Wow. Are you sure?" Dean asked. "Positive. You are Sandover material, son. Real go-getter. Carving your own way." Adler said. "Well, thanks. I try." Dean said, a small smile forms on his lips.

"I see big things in your future. Maybe even senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes Division. Don't get me wrong, you'll have to work for it. Seven days a week, lunch at your desk, but in eight to ten short years, that could be you." Alder said and Dean takes off his headset. "Uh, well, thank you. Thank you, sir. It's, um...but..." he said then he passes the paper back. "I am giving my notice."

"This is a joke. You're kidding me, right?" Adler asked, quite taken aback. "No. I've—I recently—uh, very recently realized that I have some other work I have to do. It's, uh, very important to me." Dean replied. "Other work? Another company?" Adler asked. "No, I—it's hard to explain. Um. It's just that this—this is—it's just—it's not who I'm supposed to be." Dean said and Adler grins.

"What?" Dean asked him. "Dean, Dean, Dean. Finally." Adler said and he stands up and presses two fingers on Dean's forehead. At that moment, Dean looks around at the office and himself. "What the hell?" he asked and he looks down at his outfit. "Why am I wearing a tie?" he asked then his body jerks a bit and he holds his stomach. "My God, am I hungry." he said and Adler laughs.

"Welcome back." Adler said and Dean stands up. "Wait. Did I—did I just get touched by—you're an angel, aren't you?" He asked. "I'm Zachariah." Adler said. "Oh, great. That's all I need is another one of you guys." Dean scoffs. "I'm hardly another one, Dean. I'm Castiel's superior. Believe me, I had no interest in popping down here into one of these smelly things." Zachariah said as he indicates his body.

"But after the unfortunate situation with Uriel, I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row." he said. "I am not one of your ducks." Dean growls. "Starting with your attitude." Zachariah said. "Oh, so, what? This was all some sort of a lesson? Is that what you're telling me? Wow. Very creative." Dean exclaimed.

"You should see my decoupage." Zachariah said, smirking. "Gross. No thank you." Dean said then sighs. "So, what? I'm just hallucinating all this? Is that it?" He asked. "Not at all. Real place, real haunting. Just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories." replied Zachariah. 

"Just to shake things up? Hm? So you guys can have fun watching us run around like ass clowns in monkey suits?" Dean asked, angrily. "To prove to you that the path you're on is truly in your blood. You're a hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from hell, but because it is what you are. And you love it. You'll find your way to it in the dark every single time and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here. You're good at this. You'll be successful. You will stop it." Zachariah informs.

"Stop what? The apocalypse, huh? Lucifer? What? Be specific, man." Dean demands. "You'll do everything you're destined to do. All of it. But I know, I know. You're not strong enough. You're scared. You got daddy issues. You can't do it. Right?" Zachariah asked and Dean narrows his eyes at him. "Angel or not, I will stab you in your face." he threatens 

"All I'm saying is it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things." Zachariah said and Dean turns away. "Save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with that woman you're with all you want. This isn't a curse. It's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it. Look around. There are plenty of fates worse than yours." Zachariah said and Dean turns to him and glares at him.

"So are you with me? You wanna go steam yourself another latte? Or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?" Zachariah asked him.

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