#donovan x reader

You woke up with a throbbing headache and an itching in the back of your throat, though that wasn’t the strangest thing you noticed about your current predicament.

The strangest of all was the fact that you had no idea where you were.

The last thing you remembered was having a drink at the bar, talking to some handsome stranger and that was all you had. Other than that, there was no context as to where you could be.

All you knew for sure was that you had to figure it out quickly before something terrible happened.

Though, before the panic could fully flood your body, you realized that you weren’t alone in the dimly lit space. You had no idea who he was, or what he was doing, but all you knew was that you were being watched.

From the foot of your bed, Donovan was sitting there, watching you with a spark in his eyes. He wasn’t sure how this whole thing was going to go, but you waking up was the first step toward the rest of your lives.

After all, you didn’t even know what he’d done before now.

You had no idea that he’d taken you up to his hotel room after drinking at the bar and decided to change you into what he was, just as the Countess had done to him.

You had no idea that you were now a vampire, even if you didn’t want to be.

Though, from where Donovan was sitting, there was nothing wrong with what he’d done. After all, he was completely alone in this life and he didn’t want to be alone anymore.

He wanted someone that understood him and where he’d come from.

He wanted someone to understand, and it just happened to be you.

As far as Donovan was concerned, you were the most beautiful woman in the entire world, the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and he didn’t want to lose you.

...Even if he really knew nothing about you.

It was too late to change now though, because your heart had already stopped and you were what you were now. There was no going back and that was all Donovan was thinking about right now.

“Good morning Darling” he hummed, doing his best to keep the situation calm even though you had no idea what was going on. It wasn’t going to go well, he knew that.

However, Donovan just had to hope that you would realize the gravity of the situation before freaking out.

“Where am I? Who are you?” you grumbled, rubbing your head as you tried to figure out what had happened the night before. You remembered his face from last night, but you couldn’t remember anything past that.

You couldn’t even recall his name.

“Relax honey, my name is Donovan. We had a drink last night at the bar, you remember that don’t you?” he tried, joining you on the bedside to check your temperature with the back of his hand.

...Nothing.

It was what he’d been expecting, especially after how you were burning up last night, but it was a good sign. You had fully survived the transition and now he could just focus on filling in you.

You nodded.

You knew that you’d met him there, but that did little to relax your stress. After all, you had no idea what he could have done to you in the time since you were last conscious.

“Don’t worry about a thing, I’m gonna take care of you” he promised, fetching the bottle from the bedside table that he’d set there last night. It was cold by now but you wouldn’t care.

Donovan remembered the first time he woke up after his accident, and all he could feel above all else was the thirst. Once he took care of that, you would be much more likely to listen to him.

This entire conversation would go down much more smoothly once he’d soothed you.

“Drink this, darling”

You did so without even thinking about it, realizing immediately that you had swallowed down most of the contents of the bottle without even thinking. Donovan only laughed at that, using his thumb to wipe away the dripping from your lips.

That was good. It would make you feel much better.

Donovan had never sired a vampire of his own, leaving that to the countess usually, but you were special. Elizabeth was terribly jealous and she would have never welcomed you here if he’d asked first.

If Donovan wanted you by his side forever, he was just going to have to take his chances with Elizabeth once she found out what he’d done.

“There we go, good girl” he hummed, setting it down casually before turning his attention back to you, those eyes burning into your face as he watched you. He wanted to tell you the truth, but there was no good way to do it.

How would you react? Would you think he was crazy? He certainly had when he found out what had happened.

Though, maybe that was just what he wanted.

Even if you reacted negatively at first, you would come around to the truth, just like he did after a few days. After all, no amount of pouting would change what he’d done.

You were like him now, no matter how much you tried to change it.

“What is that?” you wondered, realizing that as soon as the sticky liquid touched your tongue,the buzzing in your head stopped. Whatever it was, you wanted more of it, much more.

If it could cure a hangover like that, you needed the recipe.

“Blood”

The word left his lips almost casually as Donovan spoke, shocking you to your core. It was nearly enough to make you feel sick as you considered it but the feeling wasn’t in your stomach.

The rejection you were feeling toward what he was implying wasn’t physical, as if you no longer had the ability to feel it as you would have.

Something was wrong.

“What is wrong with me? What did you do?” you hurried, panic rising in your voice as you tried to figure it out, scooting away from him as quickly as you could from under the covers.

You weren’t sure what you were doing here or what was going on, but you knew one thing for sure…

You weren’t going to sit here another moment.

“Come on honey bunch, don’t be like that. I helped you, I love you” he tried, testing the words on his tongue more than he actually meant it. What Donovan felt for you was closer to an obsession but pointing that out would change nothing.

“You’re like me now, we’re immortal” he added, taking your hand in his own as if that would somehow coax you back to him. It was as if you were a wounded animal, shying away from him in fear.

...And in some ways, you were.

You had no reason to believe what Donovan was telling you, though you had this pit in your stomach that told you he wasn’t lying. There was no reason for him to lie.

“I’ll prove it to you” he suggested, a new idea popping into his head as the minutes ticked by, slower and slower by the second. Without missing a beat, the male brought your hand up to his chest, just over where his still heart sat.

In any other circumstance, you would have immediately found a beating and lively heart there in that cavity but in Donovan, there was nothing. An eerie stillness filled his being, like a vacant shell.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part of the entire experience was when he brought your hand to your chest next, only for you to find the same sickening stillness you’d found in him.

Your heart wasn’t beating.

“What did you do to me? What is going on?” you asked again, panic filling you as you waited for the man in front of you to tell you the truth. You had no idea what it was, but you had to find out.

You wouldn’t be able to relax until you knew.

...And Donovan knew that far too well.

“I made you a vampire. You will never die, you will never grow old. You can just stay here with me” he breathed out, sounding almost ashamed of himself as he spoke.

Perhaps he should have asked you first. Perhaps he should have gotten to know you before acting as he did, but there was no going back now. You were what you were, and no one could change that.

A fact that, unfortunately, you understood almost immediately.

“Why would you do that? I’m just going to be this way now? Forever” you clarified, dreading the answer that you already knew was coming. It was killing you to have to comprehend but you couldn't avoid it.

If you were technically no longer alive, then you couldn’t change anything about yourself. Your body would remain the same, for as long as you were stuck on this planet, which could have been forever.

It was a fate worse than death, and nothing could make him understand that.

From where Donovan was sitting, he was ecstatic at the idea of being here with you, without an end in sight, but you didn’t want any part of that. You had a hard enough time dealing with the way you looked in life but now you couldn’t do anything to change it. 

How were you supposed to live like that? 

“The only thing you are going to be is beautiful...don’t worry about anything else” he assured, not even bothering to entertain the idea that you didn’t like yourself. He didn’t know much about you, but he did know that he wasn’t going to let you keep that up. 

You wanted to wander the hotel for a while, you adored the art deco design with your whole heart. You wandered the lobby for some time, admiring it and chatting idly with the lady behind the desk - she was young and bright, cheery to serve at such a beautiful hotel. You two bonded for quite some time before you decided to leave the upbeat redhead to explore the floor just underneath yours. You walked to the elevator eagerly, pressing the button as you shifted excitedly on your heels.

Exploring had been rather uneventful, it had just been you admiring and oogling over the decor, which you certainly didn’t mind! However, you were going to start exploring the other floors before you heard a rather loud noise. It took you by surprise, and so as you froze on your feet, you heard it again. A moan. Your eyes widened in shock, and as you were about to rush off of the floor as to give them privacy, you heard another moan. Oh Charlie! What a coincidence, that was your husband’s name. You brushed it off immediately, but as you tried to will yourself back to the elevator, you soon found yourself with a burning pit in your stomach. You edged closer to the root of the sounds, and, alas, the door had been slightly ajar. And what you saw next, you wouldn’t forget - for a very long time.

Your husband was holding another woman’s hips, dangling her off the edge of the bed as they collided with absolute bliss. Yet another gasp of horror had escaped your lips, a hand running to your mouth to quiet yourself down as you could only run back to the elevator.

However, before you even made a turn out of the hallway, you were stopped by a woman. She was wearing a gigantic yet elegant gown, and her appearance, while startled you, quieted you completely. “My dear,” She started, voice a soft coo,“Why do you cry?” You were hesitant to speak, trying to move passed her, but she was insistent. “A pretty face like yours shouldn’t cry, what’s the matter, love?”

And with almost no time at all, you found yourself wrapped around the Countess’ finger. She was absolutely gorgeous. She loved you unlike any man could, unlike your husband (or ex, at that) could. She had taken care of him almost immediately after she had found out what he did - and from that moment on, she agreed to let you stay in the Cortez. After a short while, she had moved you up to the pent house, and it was almost love at first sight.

Almost.

You, and like many others, had fallen under her spell. After you had revealed that you loved her, she told you about her previous lovers, and what she had been inflicted with - a gift, at that. She proposed to spend the rest of your lives together, and so you agreed.

Mere years after you had fallen in love, she found another woman - Ramona Royale. You shared no ill will for the woman, but a seeping pain of jealously had always ebbed away into your heart. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned into months, and soon after, you found yourself in a normal room in the Cortez. You stayed because you had hope, you had no one to go to, only her. The years turned into decades and you watched people come and go; after Ramona she had herself a new boy toy, and even then it seemed like she was bound to give him the cold shoulder after a while. You longed for a love like Elizabeth again, but meekly tried for a while, only to give up. It wasn’t worth it, you wouldn’t want to inflict your curse on anyone else. You were destined to rot in the Cortez, figuratively of course. 

And so you found yourself continuing on with the decades. By the time that the 2000s rolled in, you rarely thought about your heartbreak. You had no need to, she had moved on and so had you. Of course, you could see the look she gave you when she passed you in the lobby as she was going out to feed, boytoy clinging to her side ever-so-desperately. Of course it hurt, why wouldn’t it? You blocked it out the best you could. Of course, you found yourself having friends in the Cortez. You were on rather good terms with those like Iris and Liz Taylor, you loved their company and appreciated talking to them. Sally left you alone in favor of tormenting new guests, but you two had shared your fair bonding moments.

After almost fifty years, you couldn’t let her get to you, and so you didn’t. You took charge of yourself and formed friends. Everything was set in stone, you had known your friends and what they were to you. Sort of, at least. You were in a bit of a tricky situation with her boytoy, Donovan. You felt for him, you knew he was bound to get pushed aside by the Countess sooner than later, and your heart already ached for him. You knew that feeling all too well, and you wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Sure, you two had been friends, but perhaps a little too friendly at times.

On a particularly boring night, you found yourself feeling rather hungry, and going out to eat sounded more than appealing. Dressing yourself up in a rather simple black dress-coat. It was simple enough that you would go unnoticed, able to slip away into the night; yet alluring enough to catch just the right person’s eyes, for sure.

Your feeding hadn’t really gone as planned, you didn’t find anyone but one or two hookers who would’ve been more than happy to come back to the hotel, but junkies really weren’t your type. Kind of, anyways. As you retreated back to the only place you could call home, you frowned visibly, eyebrows narrowing as a sharp sigh left your pink, plump lips.

Passing Iris as you went to retrieve your room key, you smiled at her. “Where’s the Countess?” You couldn’t help but ask. You tried to avoid her, as cruel as that was. “She’s gone.” A voice boomed behind you. Normally, you would’ve tensed up, but you knew that voice. Donovan. “Where?” You asked, looking at him curiously. “To feed, I guess. She left like ten minutes after you.” He answered feebly, eyes looming over your outfit of choice. “And you didn’t go with her?” You couldn’t help but prod again - something just seemed rather suspicious.

“Wasn’t really hungry.” He shrugged, ignoring Iris, as usual, as he folded his arms against his chest. “I take it that you didn’t find anyone? I don’t see anyone following you.” He commented, and he was absolutely right. “Yeah.” You awkwardly responded, almost ready to cut the awkward tension with a knife. Without another word, you started heading toward the elevator, ready to just go back to your room and relax. You’d find someone later, or tomorrow, maybe. With a silent nod to Iris before you left, you took quick strides, pressing the ‘UP’ button on the machinery as soon as you reached it. Thankfully it didn’t take long for the elevator to open, and so you immediately stepped in, pressing the button to your floor.

However, another body followed you in. Donovan, yet again. Biting your lip to prevent yourself from sighing, you didn’t dare look at him. Your eyes followed his hand as he pressed the button to the penthouse. You didn’t assume he would go anywhere else, to be fair, but watching him press the button to your floor again, so it wouldn’t make a quick stop to your floor first, made you finally speak up. “What are you doing?” You looked to him, and he didn’t meet your gaze. “She isn’t here.” He stated, even though you knew that. “Yeah, and?” You replied, somewhat irritated already. “Exactly that, she isn’t here. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” He cheekily grinned. Your cheeks flushed at the thought. You had slept with Donovan before, desperation clinging to you as you had longed for anyone’s touch. You knew that was wrong - she had given you life and although revenge was sweet, taking from her was terrible. So you had cut it off, trying to ignore him for the most part, yet it was hard. It was hard to avoid people in the hotel, despite the size, surprisingly. And you, out of all people, knew this.

“Donovan-” You started, running a hand through your hair. “We can’t do this. You know we can’t.” You protested, and he frowned. “She doesn’t know, she doesn’t have to find out, either.” You had watched their relationship bloom from the start, from the time that she had saved him to ODing, to now. It had changed - so much. Donovan had been absolutely obsessed with her, as she was with him, but with time it seemed that even he realized she was bound to replace him soon, and he was trying to lessen the repercussions.

Bitterly frowning at the thought, you felt an arm slink around your waist, a hand reaching to grab your hips. “Donovan.” You warned. “Please,” He murmured, looming closer to your neck. “Don’t make me beg. She won’t find out.” His words formed a quiet whisper as his lips ghosted by your ear, only to move down to your neck. As much as you didn’t want to complicate things further, you couldn’t help but absolutely melt in his touch. As his lips made contact with your neck, you could only crane yourself, allowing him to plant kisses up and down your neck, hands freely exploring your clothed body.

“What if she comes back,” You interjected in between shallow breaths. “She won’t.” He spoke cockily in between kisses, moving away from your neck as his bright blue orbs met yours. “It’s our little secret.” He teased, pressing a kiss against your lips. You could only melt once more, lacing your fingers within his brunet locks as he deepened the kiss. You instantly submitted to him, allowing his tongue entry within your mouth as his body pressed up against yours - you soon felt the elevator’s walls against your back as he deepened the kiss further.

Moaning against his lips, you heard the elevator door open from beside you, and so you practically dragged him toward the round bed. You knew this was wrong, and you knew you were going to hate yourself for going against her back like this, yet you didn’t care, willing to risk it all for a temporary sense of bliss. Feeling yourself fall against the bed, he fell with you, propping himself up with his knees as he began undoing the buttons to your dress, taking no time to feel you up. His hands carefully caressed against your breasts, despite still having your bra on, finally breaking the kiss between you two. He feebly messed with your bra for a few moments. Once he was able to take it off he left you exposed, cupping your breasts in his hands before you began to egg him on to take his clothes off. Slipping off his shirt, he allowed it to fall onto the bed next to him, only to start messing with his pants. Once they were off, he wasted no time toying with your panties to tease you, thumb rubbing over your opening as he grinned. You instinctively splayed your legs to his touch, arching slightly. “Good girl,” He mused, a chuckle stiffling against his throat. “Already so wet, huh?”

He slid your panties off with ease, he followed suite, sliding his boxers off. “We don’t have that much time,” You reminded him with a gasp as he continued to rub at your clit, building up tension in your core. Anxiety was rampant within you, you didn’t want the Countess to find you two. You weren’t even certain what she would do. Would she kill you for betraying her? Would she kill you to spite Donovan? Would she kill Donovan for betraying her? Would she kill him to spite you? You didn’t even know, and you didn’t want to find out.

Still eager, Donovan quickly adjusted his position on his knees, positioning himself to enter you. Colliding his hips with yours in an effortless thrust, he grunted momentarily following a moan from you. It was utter bliss. You longed for this - you longed for someone’s touch like this. But you couldn’t have it, Elizabeth wouldn’t let you. His thrusts found a quickened rhythm, trying to make the most out of your short time.

“Oh my god,” You moaned out, submitting to him completely as he continued to fuck you. You could only moan out with each thrust, already feeling yourself tighten around his thick cock. “Fuck, I think I’m close,” You rushed out, unable to stop yourself or quiet down. Your moans turned him on like nothing else - just knowing that he was fucking you senseless was enough to drive him wild, and so he quickened his thrusts, pumping into your wet pussy, pure ecstasy pumping throughout you two. With a particularly rough thrust, you couldn’t take it anymore - you practically threw your head back, moaning his name loudly as you felt your climax crash against you like a wave, intense pleasure sending shivers down your whole body as you came. If your moans weren’t enough, feeling the pressure of you cumming around his dick was enough to send him into climax as well, grunting as he thrusted into you as deeply as he could.

“I see you’ve finally taken the initiative to find your own dinner.” Elizabeth purred as she entered the penthouse, upon seeing Donovan with a young woman draped over him.

She was dressed lavishly, most likely clothed by Donovan himself. The dress she wore was as white as snow. A sharp contrast to the darkness in her eyes. It was décolleté, and made of an expensive lace. Her feet were bare, and a thin velvet choker encircled her neck.

“Not quite.” Donovan replied, running a hand through his hair. He sent a smirk towards the girl, who seemed to be quite enraptured by him. “Not dinner. A pet.”

Donovan had fallen in love. As an Afflicted, until that moment he had been the one who entranced and seduced whomever he pleased, male or female. That was until he met Y/N. One look, and he was smitten. They had met in secret, and over time he fell more and more in love with her. And to top off this magnificent feat which she had achieved in seducing him, she didn’t mind that he was practically a vampire. He lived day by day, night by night in the lap of luxury, indulging in whatever he pleased no matter how dark or twisted. But nothing fulfilled him like she did. Knowing that she didn’t mind his…condition made him love her all the more. He never wanted to part from her side.

Unfortunately, the Countess made his desires and emotions moot. He was bound to her, as she had created him. He belonged to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth frowned down upon the girl who stared back up at her with wide, E/C eyes. She inhaled deeply. AB-negative blood. The rarest blood type in the world, and absolutely decadent. No wonder Donovan wanted to keep her. “A pet?” She asked.

Donovan nodded, magnetic blue eyes flashing, reflecting the neon light. He dipped his head, savoring her intoxicating scent. He could hear the blood running through her delicate arteries and the steady pounding of her heart, buried deep in her chest. Carefully, he nibbled at the shell of her ear, while gazing up at the Countess. “For us to feed off of whenever we desire.”

Y/N had often let him feed on her blood. But for the first time ever, he had to restrain himself. He wanted to restrain himself. She understood the dangers of being with him. But she loved him just a much as he loved her. She trusted him.

The Countess nodded. “Fine. But you must take care of her. It’s your job to feed her, attend to her every need.”

Donovan nodded in response. Gladly. As much as he hated to share Y/N with anyone else, this was the only way to keep her safe. Previously, he had taken to sneaking off in the night (or even the day) to see her. He knew well enough that sooner or later, Elizabeth was bound to notice something was off (if she didn’t smell Y/N on him first). The safest place to keep Y/N was right underneath the Countess’ nose.

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Soon enough, Elizabeth had left to spend time with her beloved son, leaving Donovan alone with their new “pet”.

“I am so sorry.” Donovan sighed, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to do this to you. I hate that I had to throw you in the middle of all this. It’s entirely to dangerous, and I-”

“Shh.” Y/N shifted in his lap, placing her hands on his cheeks. “I agreed to this. Like you said, it’s the safest option. I know that you would never intentionally hurt me. You have nothing to apologize for, mi amoureux.” She inclined her head, touching her forehead to his. “I love you.”