#Negan filth
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I’m in charge
Negan x reader SMUT
18+ only, mdni
Warnings: degradation, mentions of torture, dom! Negan, mild exhibitionism, mild knife play, squirting, scary/ mean Negan (basically just his true personality, but no actual violence occurs in story)
Authors note: this is not only my first the walking dead fic but it is hands down the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, it and me are depraved. Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want a part 2 because it’s low key already half written in my head….
Summary: Negan coerced reader to be his wife at The Sanctuary in exchange for leaving her people at Alexandria alone - but reader founds out they’ve also been holding Daryl prisoner and abusing him . When she goes to confront Negan it doesn’t quite go as planned and he quickly reminds her who’s in charge.
You stormed through The Sanctuary, up the stairs towards Negan’s office. A few people eyed you wearily as you basically pushed past them in the corridor, not even noticing as the conversation you’d had a few hours earlier rang fresh in your mind.
It was only recently that Negan had let you start making visits to Alexandria, even more recently that he’d permitted you to go alone. You’d been living at The Sanctuary as his ‘wife’ for nearly a year now, and you’d built up a surprising level of mutual trust in that time. Especially given you weren’t exactly there willingly. But he’d always taken a liking to you, ever since he first met your group that night outside the camper van.
You were disgusted and terrified of him, but at the same time even then you couldn’t deny a level of chemistry and physical attraction that streamed between you when you first locked eyes. It was what had allowed you to convince him to spare Glenn, you were sure of it.
Then whenever he and his saviours would visit Alexandria to collect their haul, he’d always make a point of seeking you out and starting conversation. Until one day he made his offer; that you go with them back to The Sanctuary and the community at Alexandria will be left alone, never having to split their supplies with The Saviours again. Holding an alliance with them that near ensured no other group would dare try to attack the community. It was an offer far too good to refuse, though Carol and Rick and Daryl had tried to convince you to.
It was hard at first, almost unbearable, missing your family and settling into a cold, strange new home that felt like a twisted cross between a shitty summer camp and a military academy. But you managed, like you always did. Negan’s likeness towards you only grew and it didn’t take long for you to become his wife. In fact, you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had made life more bearable. Both for the luxurious living quarters and the somewhat weird sisterhood type friendship you’d struck with the other wives. And yeah, the sex was pretty damn good too.
Yes, things were really not as bad as you’d expected they would turn out for you here, especially since you started visiting Alexandria and your family. You’d made the trip this morning, taking the drive filled with the usual joyful high of anticipation you got at the prospect of seeing everyone. Except not everyone was there when you arrived.
You didn’t notice at first; why would the absence of one individual jump out at you immediately? But you did notice the way everyone behaved, it was different. They seemed…sad, and nervous. It didn’t take long for Carol to ask the question that shattered the glass for you.
“Have you seen him? How is he?”
“Who?” You asked, heart beat fast increasing at the unease of the situation. You glanced around and clocked Rick and Carl, Glenn was with Maggie hushing Hershel. You didn’t see Daryl anywhere and knew before Carol’s answer left her lips.
“Daryl, they’ve had him for weeks. He’s being held at The Sanctuary. Nobody even knows if he’s still alive, we haven’t heard anything for at least a week.”
After gathering what more information you could you fast turned on your heels and commenced your mission you were closing in on now; confronting Negan immediately. You’d all but left in a cloud of dust to the cries of “be careful” from your friends and family.
But what did you care about being careful? The Saviours weren’t some terrifying, unknown threat anymore. They were your home now. Negan was technically your ‘husband’ for Christ’s sake. And he had been imprisoning and possibly torturing one of your best friends right under your nose for weeks without telling you a thing. Needless to say, you were beyond pissed.
That feeling of outrage was what fuelled your actions as you flung open the door to Negan’s office, hardly registering the dozen or so saviours sat around the conference style table. Negan was standing when you entered, at the far side of the table from where you stood, and he and every other person in the room immediately turned their heads to look in your direction at your loud entrance.
You didn’t hesitate to march across the room, around the table, up to Negan. “You want to explain to me what the FUCK is going on with Daryl and WHY you didn’t tell me he’s here?” You demanded. You were panting slightly both from the rushed journey you’d made up to the office and from the angry adrenaline currently pumping through your body.
Negan remained silent for a few moments before he answered you in a dangerously low tone. “Sorry doll, did you not notice I’m in the middle of a meeting?”
You stupidly continued “I don’t give a fuck about a fucking meeting, Negan. I want answers now. I get to Alexandria to find my friends and family distraught and they tell me you’re holding Daryl here prisoner. Starving him and beating him, how could you fucking do this? You better start explaining!”
You realised you’d gone too far before you’d actually finished the last word. You felt, more so than heard, Simon scoff somewhere to your left. For the first time since you’d walked in you began to feel self conscious of all the eyes in the room that were now darting between Negan and yourself. He smirked a little, and slowly turned to look at his followers, as if daring them to react to your boldness. His eyes met yours again, as he started to speak in a tone that was downright scary this time.
“You don’t get to fucking demand answers of me. You don’t get to demand anything. Don’t you dare forget your real place here”.
You looked down, at a loss for words finally, and softly bit your lower lip. You’d fucking done it now. Maybe he’d let you leave quietly if you acted apologetic and submissive now. Yeah, right.
He forcefully grabbed your jaw and yanked your head upwards so you’d look up at him again, his finger tips pressing in harder than necessary. “You look at me when I talk to you. You think you can barge in here, act all tough and bratty in front of my soldiers. Fucking think again.” Your eyes glanced sideways and briefly met Dwight’s, and Negan’s gripped on you tightened even further. “Don’t look over there, look at me. Don’t take your fucking eyes off me. You made this choice and now you will have to be on the receiving end of one loud wake up call. Don’t for a second think that my fondness for you means you have ANY authority here, you do NOT!”
You jumped as he yelled the last words, and your legs began to tremble as you looked up at him, neck and jaw beginning to ache.
“Now my men are gonna think that you think you can run circles around me. I can’t fucking have that. So we’re going to have to show them, and remind you, who exactly is in charge here. Get on your fucking knees, now.”
You slowly lowered yourself one leg at a time onto your knees, while he maintained his unrelenting grip on your lower jaw. It hurt your neck even more to look up at him from this angle, but you didn’t dare break eye contact.
“Open your mouth” he commanded. You did so immediately, and he did something he’d never done before. He spat right into your mouth.
You felt shameful and disgusted as the wet deposit landed on your tongue, but also the tell tale sign of heat and excitement began to prickle your body at this lewd act. You didn’t move, knowing better than to act without instruction.
A few second later, he uttered one more word; “swallow”. And you did, feeling the cold liquid run down your throat before blinking up at him.
His eyes softened, just a tiny bit, before they resumed their darkness. “Unzip my fly” he instructed next.
Fighting the urge to glance at your audience, you began to reach your hands towards him. Your heart pounding against your chest and in your eye drums. Your fingers softly brushed the fabric of his pants before he broke, and swatted them away motioning for you to get up.
“We don’t have time for any more of this now, we’ve got real shit to deal with” he said. You felt relief wash through you at the prospect of this almost being over. “Wait for me in your room, go straight there now” he instructed. Maybe not so over just yet.
“Yes, sir” you replied timidly. The first time you’d spoken since the dynamic shift has happened between you, and your tone of voice couldn’t have changed more.
You quickly exited the room with your head down and your cheeks burning red, tears stinging your eyes that you refused to let fall out until you made it back to your room.
It had been over an hour, but you hadn’t done much other than alternate between nervously pace around your room and sit on your bed staring at the door. You hadn’t really seen him like that before with you. It reminded you, shudderingly, of how he first treated your group when you met him. You cast your mind back to Abraham and were overwhelmed with dread. You had forgotten just how dangerous the man you lived with was. You supposed it was a self preservation effort; you knew you had to play the role of his wife regardless, so it was easier to live in denial and try to make the most of it. You felt shameful about that now, it was selfish and dumb.
You wondered if he’d actually hurt you. Maybe he’d throw you in the cell with Daryl. At least then you’d get to see Daryl. God you couldn’t stop thinking about him. On the way back to The Sanctuary your mind had more been preoccupied with being pissed off at Negan concealing this from you than actually worrying about Daryl’s safety. Yeah, Carol said they’d beaten him but you knew Daryl could take a bit of roughing up, and figured no real harm would have been done to him. But now you weren’t sure at all.
You’d become a nervous wreck by the time two sharp knocks were heard on the other side of your door. You hurried over and opened it, to find Negan standing on the other side. Eyebrows raised at you.
“I take it you’ve had some time to mull things over, anything you’d like to fucking to say to me?” He said.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting Negan” you mumbled, eyes on the floor.
He smirked slightly, before saying “yeah, you better be. I’m real fucking disappointed in you, doll. We have something special, I’ll admit, but that doesn’t mean you forget who I am. I’m the boss, you respect and obey me, no questions asked.” You stared at him, frozen, while he went on. “The fact you think you can demand answers of me at all is a problem, but the fact you felt it acceptable to do it in front of my Saviours tells me you need a serious lesson to remind you of your place.”
You gulped, and started to try and plea your case. “I’m sorry Negan, I really am. I know my place here, I was blinded by concern for Daryl; he’s my family!”. You can tell it’s falling on deaf ears as his expression remains unchanged; his mind set. You wondered with terror what you’d been trying to keep out of your mind for the last hour; would he use the iron on you? Surely not on your face, he wouldn’t want to ruin his own viewing pleasure, but what’s to stop him maiming something like your arm?
Tears started to fall down your face, and he finally moved towards you further. “Oh baby doll” you gained an ounce of hope that he’s softening, “don’t start crying already, we haven’t even gotten started”.
The hope vanishes and your insides clenched in fear. “Are you going to hurt me?” You whispered.
“Not badly,” he said, “not in any way I know you can’t take baby girl”.
His tone edged into a territory you were more familiar with, and you raised an eyebrow tentatively. He was teasing you for sure, and now you were less terrified about the possibility of a truly terrible punishment. Well, one that would cause real lasting physical harm anyway. He slowly raised his arm and cupped your face, tilting it up towards his.
“You’re going to do exactly as I say, and show me what a good girl you can be,” he said steadily, and you gave him a small nod. “You gotta earn back my trust, and it isn’t going to be fucking easy.”
His hand slid down your décolletage, around your shoulder and landed on your waist. You couldn’t help but lean into it the tiniest bit, and noticed a small bubble of anticipation forming in your stomach.
That was followed by a twinge of guilt and sadness as you once again remembered Daryl. But you knew you had to face reality, the only way for you to have any hope of helping Daryl is to win back favour with Negan. You had to perform for him now, exactly how he wants. And if there was a small part of you that might enjoy some parts of what’s about to happen, well, that seemed like a small bonus you earned to slightly counter balance from the trauma of your life for the last however many years.
Negan gave your waist a squeeze and stepped back, drinking in your appearance. You were still dressed for this morning’s Alexandria visit; tight black jeans, a grey tank top and black laced up boots. You never left the compound in any shoes other than heavy boots that could kick in a walker skull if needed.
“Strip down to your underwear” he commanded softly, and you tried to make hasty work of your shoelaces, and not look too awkward hoisting them off. Next your hands shot to your pants button.
“No need to rush this part so much” he directed, and you immediately slowed down your efforts as you pulled your jeans down your legs, trying to bend over in attractive an angle as possible.
You made eye contact with him as you lifted your top over your head, and he licked his bottom lip slightly as his eyes glint. You then stand still, feeling a little awkward with him fully clothed and you in your worn out bra and cotton panties, staring at you like a lion sizing up its prey.
You know he likes to be the one to remove your next items of apparel, and sure enough he moved towards you and reached around to the back of your waist. He flicked open your bra with one hand and lets it drop to the floor.
Then he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small silver knife with a smirk. Your heart pounded against your now exposed chest. He ran the cool metal blade along your side and you shivered at its touch on your hot skin.
He moved swiftly and the sound of fabric cutting cleanly was heard before your panties drop to the floor.
“Mmmmmmm” he groaned in appreciation at your now fully naked form. “Well go on, do a little twirl for me” he instructed. You spun around, feeling like a doll in a music box on display. As you returned to face him, he raised his eyebrows indicating you to continue, and as you rotated back around again he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder, back now to him.
You should have known he’d want to check out your ass, he loved worshipping it. But this wasn’t about being worshipped. He gently pushed you in the back so you began to move over to the bed with small footsteps, stopping just in front of it.
“Bend over, hands on the mattress” he instructed, and you leaned forward precariously while he added “feet further apart doll”.
You felt a burn of humiliation at the vulnerable position you were in, legs and cheeks spread open, presented in front of him. You flinched slightly at the touch of his fingers on your bum cheeks. He caressed them lightly, before delivering a sharp slap to your right cheek.
“Alright, let’s get this part over with” Negan said with a slight sigh, and you heard movement behind you, the sounds of what you were sure was him unbuckling his belt. You knew better than to look around and confirm your theory, so instead looked down at your hands and tried to steady your increasingly rapid breathing.
Further confirmation was given to you at the sound of leather on skin, as he warmed up a practise tap in his palm. Then came a burning flash of pain across your backside, and you couldn’t help but yelp.
“We’ll do ten, count me down doll” he murmured to you, and you whimpered in protest before you could stop yourself.
He tutted sympathetically, “I know baby girl, but you can take it. It’ll push your limits, but I have to teach you a real lesson here.” You nod reluctantly. “I told you to count, didn’t I?” He added in a more menacing tone.
Immediately you stuttered out the word “ten!”
You counted down each painful lash, picturing the sight of your ass covered in red marks, hoping that none of them had broken skin. Shamefully, you noticed each strike delivered an underlying trace of pleasure mingled with the pain. You were sure Negan knew it too.
As you rounded out on “T-two!” With a tear rolling down your face onto the sheets below, Negan paused. You dare a glance behind you and noticed he’s bent down, examining his work. You felt his breath fan over your most private spot, and realised he wasn’t looking at your bruised up ass; he’s staring at your pussy.
You felt the smooth leather of his belt suddenly invade your slit, and retreat just as suddenly. Then it appeared in front of your face as Negan narrated “fucking glistening, you filthy girl” with a chuckle.
Negan then delivered the final blow, directly to your pussy this time, landing square on your clit, and you let out a scream. You weren’t even sure whether it was more a scream of pleasure or pain at this point.
Negan cleared his throat pointedly and you realised you missed the final count. “One” you sighed out, before your trembling arms finally gave way and you slumped your upper body onto the mattress. Your legs started to follow and you bent your knees towards the ground, but Negan’s arm scooped under your waist and held your hips up, letting out a “not so fast doll” as he did.
You were now face down on the bed, with your feet still on the ground spread apart, and your backside more on display in the air than ever. When he was sure your legs are steady again, Negan released your hips and you felt more than heard him sink to his knees behind you.
“You took your punishment well baby girl,” he murmured, “now I’ll help make you feel better” he finished before plunging his face in between your legs.
He motorboated your cheeks before taking his hands and spreading them apart, and you felt his wet tongue land where you needed it the most. You moaned and leant back into him as he lapped at your pussy, eating you like a depraved man. His tongue flicked downwards at your clit, which stung just slightly after the belt slap he’d administered just minutes ago. He suckled at your sensitive nub and you let out a loud moan. You could already feel pleasure building towards climax after the state he’d riled you up into. His tongue lazily dragged back up away from your clit, and didn’t stop until it traveled all the way up past your pussy. He quickly replaced it with his finger sliding in past your slit and you immediately pushed back agreeably against the welcome entrance inside you.
You let out a gasp of surprise as his tongue found its new destination, one that he’d never been before - nor had anyone for that matter. He delicately licked your puckered asshole and you marveled at the new sensation, while two fingers now formed a steady rhythm pumping in and out of your pussy. You’d never felt anything like it, and as his tongue got braver, starting to push itself inside your tight hole, you fell into a continuous flow of moans and pleas while softly rocking into his rhythm.
You thought you were already in an unbeatable state of pleasure when his thumb began to rub circles around your clit, and you grasped helplessly at the sheets beneath you. While you knew your orgasm was still building and approaching, you felt so good it was like you were already coming. Yet you felt the feeling continue to build, and you knew that no matter what you didn’t want it to stop.
“Fuck! Yes, Negan, oh please” you sang out.
His tongue danced around and inside your asshole while his fingers mercilessly fucked you, and his thumb circled your clit faster and faster. Your gut clenched and you cried out, reaching a peak like no other you’d ever experienced. Suddenly, too late to react, you felt a secondary feeling like you were about to pee. And then it all happened, you screamed in overwhelming pleasure while fluid broke out of your body and gushed down Negan’s hand. You swore you actually saw stars for a moment and not once did Negan’s actions pause.
You heard him let out an animalistic growl from behind you as you soaked his fingers and he finally withdrew his face from your ass cheeks. As your high came down he continued to pound into your pussy and your legs started to buckle, your energy fast fading.
“Negan, I can’t, no more” you let out softly, desperation in your voice.
He chuckled, delivering two final harsh thrusts of his fingers before pulling them out.
You bathed in the warm, hazy feeling that tingled throughout your body post orgasm, letting yourself lean into the drunk sensation it gave you for a moment.
“Turn around doll,” he instructed. Shakily you pushed yourself up on your elbows and turned so you were sat up watching him, while he stood up straight before you. He looked you in the eyes and licked every one of his fingers clean, slurping up your juice that had coated his entire hand and soaked his sleeve.
Any embarrassment you were at risk of feeling from having squirted for the first time in your life vanished when you realised how much he evidently loved it. He stopped before he got to his pinky and now brought his hand to your mouth. He pressed his finger to your lips and you opened up to let him in, sucking your own juices off him and noting the tangy taste on your tongue.
“Fuck, you did so good baby girl” he praised, stroking your hair with his other hand.
You were too exhausted to reply at this point, and he seemed to pick up on that. Finally feeling satisfied with his punishment, he smiled at you sympathetically. “Time for you to get some rest I think” he murmured, guiding you into the bed as your eyelids felt heavy already.
You slowly laid your head down onto the pillow as he guided you encouragingly, and let your eyes flutter closed. In that moment, you couldn’t remember anything at all that had happened that day. But it would all come back to you in the morning.
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Cherry 🍒
S7 Negan x Virgin Female Reader
Summary: You sneak into Negan’s bed in the middle of the night and seduce him into ‘popping your cherry.’
Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is 18, Negan is mid 40's), unprotected sex, Negan taking your virginity & being sweet with you, mentions of family death, bleeding during sex, oral (both receiving), sitting on Negan’s face, breeding
Note: this is pure filth. If you’re uncomfortable with extreme age-gaps, please don’t read.
You shivered as your bare feet quietly shuffled down the cold hallway, stopping right outside the leader's bedroom door. The sounds of Negan's light snoring filtered through the cracks as you softly pushed the door open, pleased to find it unlocked. You tiptoed your way over to the empty side of his bed before sliding underneath his soft white sheets and inhaling the unique scent of him - leather and fresh linen.
You've always felt comfortable with him. Negan welcomed you to the sanctuary with open arms about a year ago when you were seventeen, after your father passed away. His men found you walking along the road one day and brought you back to Negan, who immediately took you under his wing and made you feel safe for the first time since your father died.
You're not like his wives. More like the daughter he never had and he's made that boundary crystal clear on more than one occasion. You've made several subtle advances towards Negan in the past.. All of which he has politely rejected by changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you.
Still, this doesn't stop you from quietly moaning his name when you touch yourself at night.
"Negan.." You whispered cautiously as you snuggled into the sheets. This wasn't the first time you crawled into his bed at night, feeding him lies about nightmares you never even had. However, this time.. you were determined to get what you wanted.
During your recent previous attempts, you'd remain on your side of the bed and Negan wouldn't even know you were there usually until the next morning - lecturing you when you woke up about how sneaking into his bed is inappropriate. You hated when he used that word. Like a strict school teacher.
A few moments of silence passed until you boldly shuffled closer to him, wrapping your hand around his arm and snuggling your face into his bicep. You breathed in the intoxicating aroma of his soft skin as your legs delicately pressed into his underneath the blanket.
"The hell are you doin' y/n?" He asked, his sleepy voice deeper and raspier than usual and it made your heart flutter.
"Can't sleep."
"I think we both know you're lyin', doll. You know you can't stay in here. We've had this discussion. It's ina-"
"Yeah yeah I know. Inappropriate, geez." You interrupted him, rolling your eyes in the dark.
"Exactly, so why are you in my bed?"
"My.. dreams. They keep waking me up."
"Nightmares again?" He asked, using a softer tone this time.
"No.. no nightmares this time. Just.. dreams."
Negan shifted uncomfortably next to you, scooting up a little in the bed and wrapping his arm around you in the process. "What kinda dreams, doll?"
You snuggled into the nook of his armpit, getting practically drunk off his manly smell as your hand carelessly glided over his shirtless, hairy torso until settling on his lower abdomen.
Without missing a beat, Negan placed his hand over yours, moving it higher on his torso. "Y/n.." He said like a warning, sternness dripping from his tone.
You ignored him, refocusing your attention back to his previous question. "I dunno.. they're just.. like.. sexual dreams, and then I wake up and I'm all frustrated because I don't know what I'm doing-"
"Stop." He sighed with frustration, running a hand down his face. "Fucking christ, y/n. You cannot say shit like that in front of me."
"Why not? It's not like you're my daddy or anything." You teased him, sliding your hand to his lower stomach once again. You almost whimpered when your fingertips brushed over the soft curls peaking out of the waistband of his boxers and your stomach fluttered when he didn't stop you this time.
He let out a long sigh, glancing down to your hand that teased the sensitive skin under his waistband. "Baby...fuck. We can't." He said almost painfully.
"Okay.. I get it." You said defeatedly, removing your hand and shifting to turn over before he stopped you, pulling you back in.
He sighed, like he was about to regret asking you this. "What happens.. in your dreams?"
With the moonlight beaming through the window, you managed to catch a glimpse of the lust that flickered in his gaze before his hazel eyes dropped to your lips.
"You treat me different.. like.. one of your wives."
"Yeah? And how's that, baby?" He asked curiously as his lips hovered next to yours.
"You.. kiss them." You stated hesitantly, hoping it was dark enough in the room that he couldn't see your cheeks burning red.
"Oh? Are you jealous, doll?"
"...a little." You admitted, making him chuckle.
He tilted your chin up, lightly gripping your jawline as his eyes dropped to your lips. He stared at them as if he was contemplating if he should give you what you want.
"One kiss, y/n." He said, closing the gap between you and pressing his soft lips to yours. You whimpered into his mouth, earning a slight smirk from him as he pushed his talented tongue past your lips. You couldn't believe you were finally tasting him and you savored every second of it.
He kissed you until your lips were sore, tangling his fingers through your hair and groaning every now and then, making your panties soaked.
You slid your leg over his until his muscular thigh was pressed right up against your aching center and you couldn't help but grind against it, desperate for some friction.
"Y/n." He warned, knowing what you were doing beneath the covers.
"Please, Negan."
His solid erection pressed into your stomach each time you moved your body against his and you imagined the way it would feel inside of you.
“Please what?” He said in between kisses, allowing you to use his thigh to get yourself off.
“Please let me come."
"I'm not touching you, y/n. But I can't stop you from coming."
And that was all the permission you needed to grind against him harder and bring yourself to an orgasm just from humping his thigh.
You buried your face against his neck and rode out your high, whining and whimpering as you soaked through your panties. "Oh my god, oh my god, Negannnn."
"Satisfied now, doll?" He chuckled.
"No.. I need this." You said, pressing your palm against the hard bulge in his boxers. "Please."
"You don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart."
"I do, Negan. I know exactly what I want.. And I've wanted you for so long." You kissed his neck as you rubbed his cock through the material. "I see the way you look at me. I know you want me too."
He sighed, accepting that you were right. "Maybe. But we can't always get what we want, doll."
You grinned, taking that as a challenge as you slid lower beneath the blanket, kissing his chest. "Why not?"
"Baby.."
"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop." You said, wanting to earn his consent before climbing over his legs and settling in between them. He sighed again, turning all the way over on his back to allow you better access.
You licked a line from the bottom of the trail of hair that led up to his belly button, earning a moan from him as he slightly lifted his hips in response. "Baby, you don't have to-"
"You said you wouldn't touch me, but you didn't say I couldn't touch you." You explained, pulling his boxers down slowly. You watched closely as his cock sprung free, and your mouth practically watered at the sight of it. You wondered how you'd fit it in your mouth, much less your pussy.
"It's so.. big.." You said, wrapping your hand around it. Your mouth fell slightly open at the velvety feeling of it as you stroked it up and down in your palm.
Negan was propped up on his elbows as he watched you through heavy, lust-filled eyelids. For once, he was speechless, waiting for your next move.
You lowered your head, taking the tip of him into your mouth and wrapping your lips around it softly. You sucked on just the tip as you looked up at him through your brows and watched his head fall back while the prominent vein in his neck bulged against his skin. Lowering yourself deeper, he let out a long groan when he felt himself in the back of your throat.
"Fuuuuuck, baby. Feels so fuckin' good."
You bobbed your head up and down on him until your jaw ached, wanting to make him proud. Finally, he pulled your head off of his length, and you watched as the precum leaked from his red, swollen tip. His breaths were heavy as he looked down at you. "Fuck, that's enough. You're gonna make me come, sweetheart.
"I want to taste you, Negan.. please?" You begged, looking up at him innocently.
"Yeah? You want me to come in your mouth?"
You nodded as wrapped your lips around his thick length again, tasting the bead of salty precum. You moaned at the new taste, sucking firmly over and over until you felt more of his warm liquid spurt out, coating the back of your throat. You moaned around him again, not taking your mouth off of his cock until you swallowed every drop.
Sweat ran down the side of his face and his chest rose and fell heavily as he watched you. "Goddamn. What happened to my sweet, innocent girl, huh? When did you learn to suck cock like that?"
"Just now. That was my first time." You shrugged, shuffling up his body until your legs straddled his waist and you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor and exposing your perky, bare breasts to him.
You pinched your own nipples teasingly as you bit you lip and stared down at him.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful.” He said, watching you play with your nipples.
"You don't wanna touch?" You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip.
"Of course I wanna fuckin' touch you, y/n. You have no idea. I wanna touch every inch of you." He sighed, leaning up on his elbows again until his face was inches away from your chest. "But, I can't."
"Then don't use your hands.. lick me instead." You insisted.
He looked up at you through his brows before his gaze returned to your breasts. You leaned forward, brushing your nipple against his beard until it hardened even more. When it brushed his lips, he instantly took it into his mouth and groaned, sucking it gently. After a few moments, he switched to the other one, flicking his tongue against it. Your head fell back while your fingers intertwined in his slick, black hair.
"Negannn." You breathed out, and he finally pulled away.
"Take those panties off and sit on my fucking face. Now." He demanded, laying flat on his back.
You eagerly obeyed him, quickly removing your panties and climbing over his face before lowering yourself down slowly. You hovered over him lightly, not wanting to press all the way down until his hands roughly pulled you closer.
"I said, sit." He said before burying his face in your cunt. The tip of his nose pressed against your clit as his tongue devoured your dripping hole and he moaned with approval.
You lifted slightly, being too sensitive too his touch, but he leaned forward, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. You cried out as your orgasm instantly rushed through you and you soaked his face. You came hard and fast, but he didn't mind as he moaned loudly, lapping up your juices. You tried to climb off of him, but he held you in place, still licking you like his life depended on it.
"Negan.." You blushed.
"Hm?"
"That's enough." You giggled.
"I'll never get enough of this sweet pussy, doll. You wanted me, now you've fuckin' got me."
His words made the butterflies somersault in your chest. You hoped he meant it. You hoped he loved you the way you loved him.
"Lay down for me." He said, finally letting you climb off of him.
You did as he said, getting comfortable on your back as he crawled over you and settled between your legs. Looking down, you noticed he was rock hard again and he rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly in between your wet folds.
"Negan.. I need to tell you something."
"Hm? What is it, doll?" He asked, leaning over you and holding himself up with his palms on either side of your head on the mattress.
"I-I've never done this before."
He smirked, looking into your eyes. "I know."
"What do you mean you know?"
"I hear everything in this place, y/n. I've heard you talking about me to your friends." He pressed his lips to yours before looking at you again. "I've heard you moaning my name at night in your bed while you touch that pretty pussy. I know everything about you, doll. I pay attention, even when you think I'm not."
You blushed at his words as you stared up at him speechless, making his smile widen. "So adorable when you're embarrassed."
He kissed you again, so hard that it took your breath away and in that moment, you knew you were head over heels in love with this man. You just wondered if he felt the same.
“What else happens in your dreams, baby? Do you let me fuck this little pussy?” He whispered in your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine.
“Y-yes.” You managed to choke out, making him chuckle.
He leaned back up, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as the other fell open for him.
“You ready for me to break you in, sweetheart? Pop that sweet little cherry?”
"Fuck, yes. Please." You whined, scooting closer to him until the tip of his cock brushed against your sex.
Negan chuckled lowly, pressing the head of his cock right against your hole. He watched you intensely as he pushed just the tip in, stopping before he went any further.
“You good, baby?” He asked, making sure you were good to continue. Once you nodded, he slid slightly deeper, feeling resistance before pushing through with a force.
You cried out at the sudden ripping sensation, making him stop again.
“No.. keep going.” You urged him, already aching from how he was stretching you, but you needed him to fill you completely. So he did, pushing himself all the way in with one swift thrust.
Your mouth fell open silently as he pressed against your cervix and let out a growl.
He fell over you again, kissing your lips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. “You did it, baby.” He praised you softly. “I am so fuckin proud of you.”
He moved slowly, making you deliberately feel every inch of him. He repeated this motion until your face was on fire and your lower abdomen tingled.
"Fuck, y/n. You are so fucking tight." He said through gritted teeth, looking down between the two of you as he leaned back up on his knees.
"Oh fuuck, look. at. that, doll."
You leaned up on your elbows, looking down and widening your eyes when Negan pulled out of you, revealing his blood covered cock.
His thumb reached down to swipe a trail of your blood off his dick before bringing it to this mouth. You watched him enamored as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the taste of you and he moaned with satisfaction. You blushed hard at the sight of Negan tasting your blood.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Negan.” You answered without question, following it with a moan as he pushed back into you without warning.
“That’s right, doll. This pussy? Is mine now. Understood?”
“Y-yes sir.” You cried, as he pumped into you faster.
"Ow. Ow, fuck. It hurts."
“I know baby. I know. You want me to stop?”
“No.” You said quickly. “Please don’t stop. I want it harder.”
He smiled down at you proudly as his hips bucked into you harder and your eyes clenched shut as your fingers gripped the sheets.
Looking down between the two of you again, he groaned at the sight of your blood completely coating his cock and leaking out of you with each thrust.
You whined and whimpered, desperately wanting to come again. He grinned knowingly, pressing his thumb to your clit and making your body shutter. "You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?"
You nodded as tears flooded your eyes and his finger started working over your clit more intensely.
"Yes, yes. Please make me come."
He fucked you fast and rubbed your clit in perfect circles, watching you come undone around him. Once your walls were done convulsing around him, he fell over you again, kissing your neck and groaning in your ear. "That's it. That's my good girl."
Wet noises filled the air as he fucked you unforgivably hard. "You gonna let me cum in this pussy, baby?" He asked, biting your earlobe.
You couldn't speak, so you nodded as your vision went cloudy and his thrusts became more erratic until he stopped suddenly, pushing himself balls deep inside of you as his dick pumped you full of cum and he growled in your ear.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, baby." His thrusts started again, soft and light this time as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you. He kissed your jawline, then your lips, before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.
"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. And goddamn I love this pussy."
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Dirty Girl
Negan x Reader
18+ ONLY / Requests are: OPEN
Summary: Negan fucks you up against a fence.
CW: daddy kink, gags, public sex, p in v, no pronouns but the reader has femme anatomy, use of 'good girl'
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You knew it was wrong. You knew it was, but you also were not the kind of person to get hung up on something if it wasn’t actively hurting someone. And the thrill of having Negan- public enemy number one balls deep in your cunt was too good to pass up. And he knew it too.
“Yeah, you like that, baby, huh?” The man in question grunted into your ear, each word punctuated with hard thrusts up into the spot that makes you see stars. “If you can’t be quiet I’ll have to gag you, doll,” he growls, making you clench and another barely contained whimper escape you.
Negan had you pressed up against the cool corrugated fencing, your hands splayed out in front of you as he bent you over and pressed himself inside you over and over again. Your cheek pressed into the dust on the fence, absolutely smudging across your skin. Knowing how dirty this was, and how your face was now smudged with evidence of your acts sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine.
“Oh, you’re such a dirty girl, huh?” Negan grunted, wrapping his hand around a fistfull of your hair and yanking you back closer to his face. With your mouth agape from pleasure, it took no effort for Negan to reach around and shove his red bandana into your mouth, laughing as you garbled a response through the fabric. “Oh, such a dirty girl for daddy, baby,” he laughed, releasing your hair with one last tug.
Your head dropped forward, the muscles in your neck giving out with the pleasure. Negan wrapped his hands around your hips and gripped tight. You were sure they were going to leave bruises by the afternoon, never mind the morning. But you’d love them anyway, deep purple reminders of a good, hard fuck.
Your fingernails scraped against the metal of the fence, your jaw starting to ache around the bandana. And all the while, Negan continued to growl filth from behind you. How you were the one being the problem was beyond you when he was the one who couldn’t shut up. Not that you wanted him to, of course.
“Not such a Chatty Cathy now, are we?” He asked, squeezing hard on your left him and pounding his cock into you. “No, see? Now you’re being a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, baby girl.”
You whimpered around the gag and he chuckled hoarsely.
“Oh, what’s the matter? I just can’t seem to hear you, doll. What do you need, huh?” One of his hands trails down around your hip to lightly press against your clit. “What, you need daddy to rub your pretty little clit, baby?”
Your eyes squeezed shut at a particularly rough slide of his hips and he gave your cunt a slap, causing your hips to jerk.
“Uh-uh, I do believe you’re ignoring me, darling. And that- is not on.”
You look over your shoulder to glare at the man. He knows full well you can’t answer him even if you wanted to. He just liked to torture you, the bastard. You press your ass back against him just to revel in the groan it pulls from him.
“Oh-hoh,” he grins. “Fuck, you are dirty, aren’t you? Taking daddy’s dick from behind like that? Knowing that someone could just come around that corner and see you taking it like such a whore.” He lets go of your hip and lands a hard slap to your ass, causing your head to jerk and you to cry out against the gag. “Fuck, I felt that, baby- do you want someone to catch us? You do, don’t you. Mm, daddy’s learning all sorts of things about you tonight, doll.”
Your arms begin to shake as he gives in and starts rubbing your clit hard and fast. You’re not going to last long, and you both know it. He rubs over the spot on your ass he slapped in a small mercy. You whine, and your hips buck forward towards his hand on your clit and away from the sting..
“My, oh my, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you,” he says, gripping the globe of a cheek and sliding two fingers up and down either side of your clit. “So close for me.” A statement of fact, and not a question.
Your head drops forward in a nod, unable to form speech. Not that you could verbalise it anyway. He laughs and plows his hips so hard into you that his balls slap up against his hand.
“Cum for me,” he orders. “Right now. Cum for daddy, baby.”
One, two, three more thrusts of his cock into your g-spot is all it takes before you’re cumming around him, walls spasming and knees buckling with the effort of holding yourself up. He laughs, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You whimper, and your hands slide down the fence.
He fucks you through it, thrusts turning sloppy now that you’ve reached your orgasm. You know he’s close, and you clench your cunt around him rhythmically to get him there.
He surges forward and presses you flat up against the fence, arms around your torso to hold you in place. He fucks you hard and fast, hot breath against the back of your ear and groaning into your neck.
And then he finally cums, biting down into the meat of your shoulder and fingers pinching at your nipples. His hips stutter up into you and you feel his release spurting inside you, filling you up.
You let out a satisfied groan, wiggling your hips against him to milk him for all he’s worth. He chuckles lowley in your ear and presses a soft kiss to the bite he’s left on your shoulder.
Once he’s spent, Negan pulls out of you, admiring the way his seed drips out of you with a growled “fuck, baby.”
You grunt around the gag and he laughs, spinning you around to face him. He presses up against you, running a hand over your clothed tit to give it a squeeze.
“Oh, I'm sorry, darling. How rude of me,” he grins and places a thumb on your lower lip. “Here I am, putting myself back together and you’re standing here a whole mess. Open wide for daddy.”
You stretch your jaw open just a little wider and he pulls the gag out, grinning when you smack your lips and grimace at the cottony taste.
“Oh, there you go. Okay, baby, lets get you cleaned up. Then we’ll get us some of that damn good lemonade. What do you say?”
Your lips spread out into a smile, and you agree with him. Negan steps aside and allows you to start back towards the building you called home. He gives one more appreciative grunt at the sight of your ass in that dress, and wraps his arm around your waist, the two of you walking back home.
And if the guards noticed you had a little bit of a limp, then that was no one else's business but yours.
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Back Pain
Summary: After you find Negan on the floor of his cell in pain when he hurt his back, you offer to give him a massage. With how touch starved Negan is, you find yourself taking advantage of the moment and make Negan feel good in other ways.
Characters: Negan & the reader (OC, second person)
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50901724
Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, little to no plot, hurt/comfort, submissive Negan, dominant reader, praise kink, p*ssy job, begging Negan, etc.
Notes: This is pure filth. Not gonna lie. I thought I would make it innocent at first, but that's not how this story wanted to be written. I hope you enjoy it.
You would never admit this to the rest of the people in Alexandria, but days like these were your favorites. Getting to be the person to go and spend some time with Negan when you gave him his meals for the day actually was something you looked forward to. Many people hated the job, but you took it whenever you could. Talking to Negan was something you enjoyed. Even though people didn’t really give Negan credit, he was quite intelligent and knew a lot about books. You always enjoyed having conversations with him. Sure, he was a bit of a smart ass and was always very inappropriate at times, but you liked it. You liked him. So any chance you could take to do this, you would. And people wouldn’t often fight you on it when you offered. Negan rubbed a lot of the people in Alexandria the wrong way, but you felt like you saw more to him than everyone else did.
Heading down to the cell that they kept Negan in, you clutched tightly to the tray that Negan’s food was on when you didn’t see him sitting at either in the corner of the room or on the cot that they had for him, “Negan?”
“Oh, hey,” Negan’s voice responded raspier than normal causing you to drop your head to see that he was laying on the center of the floor face first on the ground. His head turned toward you and he let out a small groan. “I’m…here.”
“Are you okay?” you wondered noticing that he wasn’t moving much and he let out a hesitant breath.
“I think I pulled out my back,” Negan was honest, his words coming out in a slow slur. His eyebrows bounced up and he let out a groan when he tried to push himself up but let out a hiss when he braced his hands on the floor. “My tennis ball went underneath the cot. I bent down to grab it and well…the rest is history.”
“Oh,” you chuckled, setting his tray of food down on the ground to slide it under the bars for him. “Do you need some help?”
“You trust me enough for that?” Negan managed to pull himself up to his knees, his hands still bracing on the floor when he winced. “Getting older sucks. My back has always been shit, but this fucking cot doesn’t help any.”
“I trust you,” you assured him pulling out the keys to his cell. Opening up the door, you closed it behind you when you entered it and headed over to Negan. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you reached for the other arm and wrapped it around your shoulders. Using your strength, you helped pull him up from the ground and heard him grumble under his breath. “Let’s get you seated.”
“If people could see me now,” Negan winced, his left hand reaching behind him to press over the small of his back. “Big bad Negan pulls out his back and he’s in agony. I’d love to say I hurt it doing something incredibly wild, but nope. Just reaching for a tennis ball.”
“It happens to the best of us,” you cracked a smile and thought about it for a moment. “Do you want me to massage your back for you? Try to help you loosen things up?”
“I don’t know,” Negan began looking toward the window in his room letting out a long sigh. “They really don’t like you in here with me.”
“I could care less what they think. Lay down,” you instructed, getting up from the cot that you were sitting on together. Pushing into Negan’s shoulder, you could see the resistance in his movements before he finally lowered down face first on the cot. Adjusting the pillow under his head, Negan wiggled a bit until he found himself in a comfortable position. “Do I have permission to touch you?”
“Yes ma’am,” Negan grumbled when you carefully lowered down onto the cot with him. Crawling in over him, you rest your knees at his sides. A loud exhale fell from his throat when you lowered your hands to start caressing over his lower back. Watching his body language, you wanted to make sure that you weren’t going to hurt him while you did it. Carefully you caressed further up the length of his long back and then up toward his shoulders. Taking your time, you paid attention to him learning what areas seemed to affect him by his breathing changes. Putting a bit more pressure into your touch had Negan groaning out. “That’s good.”
“Are you sure? You’re shaking,” you noticed, pulling your hands away from Negan when he looked back at you over his shoulder. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, it’s not that. I just…” Negan turned on his side, visible pain in his face when he stretched his back a certain way. There was embarrassment flooding into his features, when he forced himself to look away from you. “I haven’t been touched in a very long time. Never by someone being gentle or kind at least…”
Frowning, you reached out to palm in over the side of Negan’s face. You were tender in the way you touched his face and Negan let out a tremoring sound. His eyes came to a close, his lips parting when he leaned into your palm showing how much he missed simply just the touch of another person. Cuddling his face in against your palm, you felt your heart rate quicken with the way his short beard tickled at your flesh.
Using your free hand, you outstretched it to drag your fingertips over the top of his hand hearing his breathing getting louder. Stroking tenderly at his flesh, you took your time noticing the way that his shaking got more intense. Hooking your fingers with his, you leaned forward to place a faint kiss over his temple.
“Lay back down,” you commanded and he did as you asked of him. Going back to the original plan, you continued to rub his back. The knots that you had worked on started to loosen up and you noticed that it made Negan much more relaxed beneath you as well. Sliding your palms down Negan’s back, you reached the back of the gray t-shirt that he was wearing. Tugging faintly at the material, you managed to sneak your fingers in underneath it for your fingers to come in contact with the warmth of his flesh. The sound Negan made showed you that he was alright with it. A breath caught in your throat as your touch raised up toward his shoulders. There was no question that he was enjoying what you were doing by the sounds that he was making. “Feeling better?”
“So much,” Negan breathed out, his head cuddling in closer to the pillow. Dragging your hands down Negan’s back, this time you slid your hands down over his sides and toward his lower abdomen. That had his back arching up and you repeated the motion up again. Multiple times you did the same thing and what sounded like a moan fell from Negan’s throat. “Stop.”
“What’s wrong?” you questioned almost losing your balance over him when Negan pulled himself from underneath you and toward the opposite end of the cot. Almost instinctively he reached for the pillow that he had been laying on and covered the center of his pants with it. An amused sound escaped your lips when Negan’s face flushed over with red.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Negan looked ashamed and you knew what he was insinuating was going on. “I wanted this to be as innocent as possible, but the way you were touching me…”
“That’s okay Negan,” you hushed him, reaching out to place your hand in over his and he seemed to tremor. “I’m not mad.”
“You’re not?” Negan confirmed with you, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. Dropping his head, Negan looked toward the pillow that was covering his lap and he shook his head. “If you want to leave, I will understand. Shit, I wouldn’t blame you.”
Nodding, you stood up from the cot. The expression over Negan’s features showed that he was disappointed at the thought of you leaving and it made your heart flutter in your chest. Stepping forward, you reached for the pillow that was over Negan’s lap and he clung tightly to it. Shaking your head, you hushed him and grabbed the pillow. Setting it beside Negan, your eyes lowered to see the bulge that was at the center of his pants showing that he did get a hard on from what you had been doing.
“Lift your arms,” you instructed with Negan’s hazel eyes locked on yours. At first, he seemed nervous and like he didn’t want to listen, but when your fingers grabbed the bottom of his shirt he obeyed.
“Yes ma’am,” Negan’s tongue dragged out over his bottom lip lifting his arms for you. Pulling his shirt up and over the lengths of his slender abdomen, you tossed the shirt aside and heard him breathe out shakenly. Dragging your fingers across his shoulder had his pupils dilating. His lips parted and he didn’t take his eyes from yours. Teasing your fingers further down over the center of his chest had Negan leaning back against the wall. Stroking over his slender abdomen, you circled your fingers through the dark curls of hair that covered his flesh. It had Negan breathing unevenly and he was trembling again showing how much this was truly heightening everything for him. Sliding your fingers down further, you reached the belt in Negan’s pants and heard him whimper. “What is this?”
“Relax,” you ordered once more not giving him an answer when you started to pull apart the material of the belt. Once you got the material separate, you went for the button in his jeans and unhooked it. Leaning forward, Negan’s lips hovered in over yours. The warmth of his breath lingered, his eyes narrowing with how close you were to him. “You shouldn’t have been treated like this Negan. You deserve better than you were given.”
Negan’s hazel eyes fell to your lips as you dragged the zipper down in his jeans. Faintly your lips dragged over his and it made him let out what sounded like a whimper. Pressing forward, his lips claimed yours in a hungry, passionate kiss. One that surprised even you. Negan’s fingers curled around the back of your neck while the kiss lingered. There wasn’t much time to separate from Negan because he was eager to keep kissing you over and over again. Purring against his lips, you went to pull back, but he was eager to meet you again, his tongue brushing between your lips causing you to place your hand over the center of his chest to stop him.
Tugging at the material of Negan’s jeans, you got them down his long slender legs and tossed them aside after pulling off the boots that he was wearing. Curling your fingers around the back of Negan’s calf muscle, you caressed over his body and watched hm tip his head back. The vein at the side of Negan’s neck was bulging while you squeeze and caressed at the flesh of Negan’s thighs.
The large bulge at the center of Negan’s gray boxer briefs was very evident and you felt your mouth go wet at the sight of it, “We’re going to finish your massage.”
“But…” Negan’s head lowered back down, his lips parted and he looked disappointed to hear you say that. “I thought…”
“We will, just not right now…” you whispered making him frown when you admitted that. “Lay back down on your stomach.”
Following your instructions, Negan did as he was told laying back face down on the cot, getting comfortable again. This time you crawled in over him again and caressed over the planes of his back. Your touch was more sensual making sure to slide over his shoulders, down over the side of his torso, toward the front of his lower abdomen and back toward his lower back.
Adjusting your weight, you moved down lower and allowed your palms to drag down over his small bottom caressing over the flesh. Sliding further down, you squeezed at the back of his thighs and heard him moaning. Sliding your hand between his thighs, you cupped his balls through the material of his boxer briefs and it had him moaning out.
Reaching for Negan’s boxer briefs, you tugged the material down and heard his shuddering exhale that followed. Unhurriedly you exposed Negan’s small ass to your sight and smiled. Caressing at his lower back had his hips arching slightly and you caressed lower.
“Lift,” you instructed sliding your hand around Negan’s side around to the front. Doing what you asked, he arched his hips up slightly allowing your fingers to connect with his rigid manhood. The moan that followed from Negan drew chills to fill your own body. At first your strokes were slow, taking the time to test Negan’s flesh in your grasp. Lowering further in over Negan, you pressed kisses over his earlobe and felt Negan lazily bucking his hips up toward your caresses. “Are you being a good boy or a bad boy?”
“A good boy,” Negan panted, his head stealing a glance back over at you. His eyelids were heavy, his hazel eyes locked on you while you continued to take your time jerking him off.
“You are such a good boy,” you praised him, kissing over his jawline. Another deep, raspy moan fell from his throat when you nibbled at his flesh. “But when I need you to be, you’ll be my bad boy, won’t you?”
“Yes ma’am,” Negan nodded his head, whining when you pulled your hand away from his cock. “Please…please don’t stop…”
Snickering, you caressed over the lengths of Negan’s back and sighed, “Get on your back…”
Shakily he moved on the small cot and stretched out beneath you, his hands settling in over your thighs when you rest yourself on your knees over him. Your eyes fell to his swollen cock and it made you suck at your bottom lip. There was a vulnerability in Negan’s eyes and it was such an interesting thing to see. You weren’t used to this idea of Negan, but you loved it.
“Just lay back, relax and be my good boy,” you praised Negan caressing over the lengths of his lower abdomen and it had him licking his lips again. Curling your left hand around Negan’s girthy shaft, you started to stroke over him again and watch his abdomen sink in with his deep breaths. “I want you to come for me. Do you think you could do that for me?”
Nodding his head, Negan looked down toward your hand watching it pump away at his flesh. Outstretching his hand, he stroked down over the side of your face in a gentle sweep. Turning your head toward his hand, you kissed over the center of his palm before taking his index finger between your lips. Nibbling at the tip had his faint moan filling the small cell and when you took it further into your mouth you had him hissing out.
Sucking at his finger had him panting when your other hand joined to help stroke over Negan’s body. It was throbbing in your grasp and you knew that Negan’s body was eager to come. Hell, he wanted it so bad.
Pulling your mouth away from Negan’s finger with a wet sound, you allowed your grasp to get stronger while you jerked Negan off and felt his hips arching up toward you. Rocking your hips forward had the denim of your jeans rubbing up against the ridge of the tip of his cock and it had him grunting loudly.
You hated to admit it, but this turned you on more than you planned on it doing. Getting up from the cot had Negan whining and you saw his cock twitching with the anticipation of not getting to finish. When he saw that you were undoing your pants, he let out a shuddering breath. The way his eyes ate you alive when you pushed your panties down with your pants and then crawled in over him brought an incredible amount of confidence to you.
Eagerly Negan pushed up onto his hands, his mouth claiming yours again in a passionate sweep. Pressing your hand into the center of his chest, you forced him back down onto the cot. Huffing out, Negan’s hands settled in over your hips giving them soft sweeps with his thumbs. Lowering his left hand, Negan grabbed the base of his erection in attempt to lead his cock to your entrance, but you pulled your hips back and shook your head.
“You’re supposed to be my good boy, don’t be bad…” you warned him watching Negan pout and he nodded his head. “You’re not allowed to enter me. I told you we’ll have sex and you can be in me however you want, but right now it’s just a massage.”
“I don’t understand,” Negan’s hands brushed up and under your shirt, his rough fingertips caressing over your torso. Pushing up the material of your shirt, Negan lifted up enough to pull the cup of your bra down. Taking your breast into his mouth, Negan’s tongue circled your nipple before sucking faintly at the flesh. Pulling back with wet lips, Negan allowed his thumb to circle the bud. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
“You’ll start to understand,” you hushed him, using your left hand to caress over his length. Bringing the tip of it to your wet folds, you traced the swollen head between them. His moan vibrated against your lips and you bit faintly at his bottom lip. “Lay back…”
Pushing into his chest, you forced Negan back on the bed again. Reaching for his hands, you put them over his head and allowed his cock to rest against his lower abdomen. Hovering your hips over his length, you started to rock your hips over Negan’s shaft allowing your sensitive folds to rub up against his cock again and again. Every roll of your hips would have the tip of his cock rubbing against your clitoris and it was giving you the right amount of friction to make this just as pleasurable for you.
“Does that feel good?” you demanded an answer, your free hand reaching to grab a hold of Negan’s jawline to get him to stare up at you. “Do you like this kind of massage?”
“So much,” Negan growled against your lips when he lifted up enough to kiss you again. You put a lot of power into the rolls of your thrusts and you hoped the sounds the two of you were making wouldn’t draw the attention of those outside. “You’re teasing me.”
“I am,” you hushed him sucking at his bottom lip, dragging your tongue out over his flesh. “I’m going to let you do whatever you want to me, but we’re going to give that back a rest for today. Let it heal and then tomorrow, this pussy is completely yours.”
“You could ride me,” Negan begged against your lips, his breathing broken with his eyebrows furrowing while you continued to rub up against his cock. Shaking your head, you felt your heart hammering inside of your chest and this was doing wonders on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were so wet and you could hear it by the way you were rubbing up against Negan. “Please.”
“No,” you shook your head, keeping his hands forced above his head. Hot, wet kisses were pressed over his lips while his moans grew louder.
“I’m begging you,” Negan huffed against your flesh, his hazel eyes rolling back to a close while you used his cock for both yours and his pleasure.
“You want to come inside of me?” you inquired watching Negan desperately nod his head. His dimples were prominent, his eyes full of lust and want for you. “You want to be balls deep inside of me?”
“I do,” he whined, lifting his head to see that there was precum developing at the tip while you continued to rub your pussy up against the length of his cock. It was a wet sensation and he loved it, but he was so desperate for more. “I promise it will feel so good.”
“This already feels good,” you corrected him cooing out with the friction it caused against your clit. “I promise you, tomorrow you can fill me with your cum you beautiful, gorgeous man.”
“I can’t wait until tomorrow,” he whined once more and you tsked against his lips, pulling your hips up and away from him. Your own body hated that move, but you were trying to make a point of who was in charge. “Maybe just the tip?”
“If I get the tip inside of me, I’m gonna want the whole thing beautiful,” you licked at his lips drawing Negan to moan once more. “I can stop all together if you want. You’re being a bad boy Negan.”
“No. No, please,” Negan begged once more, his expression growing more upset. “I promise to be a good boy.”
“Of course you do,” you smiled using your hand that wasn’t holding his wrists above his head to drag your fingers through his wet hair. Adjusting your hips over him again, Negan was eager to arch his hips up toward you to have you rubbing yourself over his throbbing manhood. “You have such a pretty cock. You know that?”
“I do?” he breathed out and you smiled. You didn’t realize you had it in you to be such a dominant in a situation like this, but Negan was so touch starved that it was easy for him to be your submissive. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Lowering yourself closer to him, you released Negan’s wrists and felt him wrapping his arms around you while you upped the speed of you rubbing your pussy up against his erection. Your cries grew louder, matching the sounds that Negan was making. Between kisses, Negan would steal quick looks to see what was happening between the two of you. There were chills flooding your body, your pulse jumping in your throat when you cried out.
One over exaggerated roll of your hips with him arching up led the tip of his cock to enter your wet and ready entrance when you slid back. It immediately made you moan out against Negan’s mouth when his thick cock stretched you on your rock back. Digging your nails into his shoulder had him hissing out and you lifted your head to stare into his desperate hazel eyes.
“You bad boy,” you shook your head feeling the ache with having Negan’s cock inside of you. Your movements stopped and Negan threw his head back.
“I’m so sorry. It was an accident, I swear,” Negan pled with you, seeing that you were unhurriedly sinking down over his cock. Once you had him filling you to the brim, you rocked your hips in a circular motion over him. You told yourself you wouldn’t let this happen, but fuck it felt so good with him inside of you. Neither one of you were going to last much longer. But hell, you were going to take advantage of it. Starting to bounce your hips over his length powerfully had his moan raspy and his eyebrows furrowing. “You feel so good. So wet…so tight…”
Your movements were strong and steady setting a pace between the two of you that had the cot squeaking with the motions. You were still laying over Negan having his hips bouncing up toward your movements eagerly. The wet sounds of your bodies moving in unison grew louder. Negan’s left hand was caressing over the back of your neck, urging you to his lips while his right reached between you to allow his thumb to caress over your clitoris. With your motions, you helped aid to that friction and fuck it felt so good.
“Negan,” you panted his name, tossing your head back feeling your thighs start to tremor and shake against him. Burying your nose against the side of his neck, you paused your movements over him when you felt your walls clenching tightly to Negan’s cock after you orgasmed with him inside of you. Panting against his flesh you were in awe of the way he caressed over your neck and his other hand slid around to palm over your bottom.
“Permission for me to come?” Negan requested and you laughed, gaining enough strength to bounce your hips over him repeatedly. Winces became more frequent from his throat when you felt the first twitch of his cock inside of you. The warmth of Negan’s release was felt and you looked down between the two of you to see his cum dripping down the base of his cock and your mixed fluids pooling at his groin. It surprised you how Negan clung to you when he came, desperate to kiss you and hold you close while you milked him completely of his release. Falling in over his chest, you stroked your fingers over the center of it and heard him breathing loudly. “If you don’t punish me and you still want it, I promise I will make tomorrow perfect. It will be all about you and only you.”
“This wasn’t all that bad Negan,” you slurred, tracing your fingertips over his wet lips noticing that he was nervous about how you would respond to things. “It actually felt pretty nice, didn’t it?”
“Yes ma’am,” he growled, rolling you over onto your back with him over you. A thick rumble of a moan fell from his throat when he pulled his hips back allowing his cock to pull from you.
“You filled me up good, didn’t you?” you stroked your fingers through his wet hair and he gave you a single nod. “Maybe you should clean up your mess. Don’t you think?”
“Yes ma’am,” Negan smirked kissing your lips one final time before peppering kisses down over the lengths of your body. In this moment you found yourself thankful that Negan was so touch starved to begin with because you were certain now after everything you could tell Negan to jump and he would ask how high.
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Negan x Virgin wife reader smut??? Questionable age gap if ur comfortable no pressure though
info: absolutely FILTHY, age gap (reader is 18 when they have sex, negan is like mid 40s), alcohol consumption, negan calls himself daddy, oral (female receiving), loss of virginity, probably more but i can’t even think rn.
summary: Negan’s always taken care of you, only now, you want him in a different way.
omg this took soooo long to write and is also absolutely huge 😭😭 it’s also just pure filth but totally is everything i’ve ever wanted
You were 16 when you arrived at the Sanctuary.
Though, you never really did anything. Negan didn’t even know if you knew how to fire a gun, but he didn’t mind. Your little fingers probably were too soft, they’d shake upon just nearing one, afraid of blemishing your perfect nails.
Your father was a loyal soldier of his, always carried out orders to a T. Therefore, Negan believed that your debt was paid, and didn’t feel the need to make you pull your weight, like most others.
After meetings, when everybody was dismissed, those big wooden doors would open to you standing there, waiting for your father with a sweet smile on your face. He’d place his hand on your back, kiss you on the head, walk you out.
It made Negan think that maybe, just maybe, there was good left in the world. That good was you.
Sometimes a mission would go haywire. Radio connections lost, a truck missing, hijacked. When this happened, you’d always wind up at the door to Negan’s office, timid little knocks garnering his attention. You’d ask, visibly upset, if your father would be okay, if he had any news on when he’d be back.
And Negan would always assure you it was fine, that you’d best get to bed. Morning would come, your father would return, and your world would be complete again. Each time, you’d sniffle, flashing him that sweet little smile before bidding him goodnight.
You were 17 when your father died.
It was a seemingly random attack on an outpost, though Negan knew otherwise. 20-odd men were killed, including your father. When he’d shared the news, you weeped and cried for what felt like hours.
Despite the million tasks to be completed, justice to be avenged, Negan had set that aside to comfort you. Sit down with you, ease your worries, promise that he’d make things right. That whoever did this would pay, he would get your revenge. Even though the tears didn’t stop, and you practically didn’t move from your bed for days afterwards, you’d still managed the effort to give Negan a smile.
You were trying, so, so hard.
But things changed after that.
Well, you changed.
A year went by, and you got harder. Learnt to live on without the guidance of your father, though the struggle was still evident. You were lost, like a little lamb.
Some of the older girls took you under their wing, teaching you the necessities of life in this world. How to make a knife, how to escape rope binding, how to please a man. All the things your father had sheltered you from, made sure you wouldn’t need to worry about.
Though you appreciated their help, it wasn’t the same. Women were too… understanding. They were soft, gentle with you, but it came from a place where they saw a version of themselves in you. No, you wanted something masculine. That protective hand on your back, the feeling of a beard scratching your cheek when he left you sweet little kisses.
You were 18 when you found this again.
Albeit, in a different way.
The war was progressing, however slowly, and tensions were high. Infighting was getting more and more common, Rick was getting on Negan’s last nerve, and his wives were starting to tick him off.
It was another late night, chain-smoking and trying to brainstorm any sort of play against the Alexandria group. Just something to gain some leverage, as he could feel the power slipping from his fingers, whilst they were only getting more and more rebellious.
Just last week, they’d attacked the Sanctuary, where Negan realised that he needed to put an end to this.
There’s that slight knocking at his door, the quiet tap tap tap. He doesn’t need to see to know who it is, nor does he need to answer for you to enter.
You push past the doors, feet clothed in white cotton socks. The type with pink bows on them, on either side. It makes your footsteps silent, padding across the wooden floorboards until you’re standing in front of Negan’s desk.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
It’s become a rather common phrase, though Negan had thought that you were getting better. The attack must have set you off again, put you on edge, anxious. It makes sense, as you weren’t exactly accustomed to the gunfire and shouting.
“You try counting, doll?” Negan asks, watching you over the rim of his glass, letting the smooth whiskey slide down his throat. His eyes wandered downwards, taking in your silk nightdress, falling just to the top of your thighs.
Tantalisingly small, you needed a new one.
This past year, after your 18th birthday, you’d become dangerous. Confident. Each day your shorts seemed to get shorter, the straps on your tanks skinnier. You pushed the limit, that sickly sweet smile transforming into something alluring and tempting whenever you gazed at the younger soldiers.
It was like a ticking time bomb, and without your daddy to guide you, Negan knew you were moments from acting out.
“Mhm. Doesn’t work,” You shrug, eyes downcast upon the wooden desk, like you’re searching the dark grain for some sort of answer to all your problems, “Why count when I can come see you?”
This causes Negan to chuckle, that deep sound that rumbles from his chest, causing you to look back up at him. He sets the glass down, a soft clink as it collides with the table. “Because sometimes I’ll be busy. Ya gotta learn to handle yourself.”
Wrong choice of words.
Negan knew that, because there was this little flicker in your eyes, like a light that had switched on.
Of course you could handle yourself, that’s what you’ve been doing this past year.
You knew what you wanted, and were willing to hunt it down, like prey. All those hushed conversations with the older women, reading all those magazines, you knew what you were doing. Or, you thought you knew what you were doing.
Negan could see this, which is why indulging in these thoughts with you was a dangerous game. He was only a man, after all, and you just looked so good in that little silk dress, the spaghetti straps almost hanging off your soft shoulders. It was like a temptation from the devil himself, the ultimate forbidden fruit.
“C’mere, princess.” He calls out, internally cursing himself for being so fucking stupid, but nonetheless leaning back slightly in his chair.
He was going to hell.
But luckily, sinning was a two player game.
You accepted the invitation, slinking over to him, knuckles just brushing the wooden desk as you pass. Without instruction, you situate yourself between Negan’s slightly parted legs, your ass making contact as you sat on his thigh, rough denim creating friction against your soft skin.
His hands instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer, where you allowed your head to fall against his chest. It was comforting, and Negan smelt like smoke and leather, something to unfamiliarly masculine but you loved it. You wanted to smell it forever, feel him forever.
“Why haven’t you asked me to be a wife?”
This causes Negan to furrow his brows, tilting his head to look down at you. In turn, you meet his gaze, looking up at him through your lashes. The position makes him feel powerful, like you’re tiny in his hands, something he could direct with ease. He quickly banished the thought away, not wanting to corrupt your innocence.
“Because you’re too young, doll.”
“But I know things,” You assert as soon as Negan has given his excuse, desperate to make him understand, “From.. from asking people, from reading magazines. I know what to do.”
Negan’s eyes flicker across your face, taking in the cute little pout on his lips. Reading? It suddenly dawns on him that you’re more inexperienced than you let on. All those flirty remarks, seductive stares directed at his soldiers, hadn’t proved fruitful.
You were a virgin.
Now, that shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, but God. Negan’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, keeping you pressed firmly against him, to which you lifted your head from his chest. One hand raised higher, gently brushing the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The other shifted downwards, snaking his long fingers just under your soft asscheek, peaking from that silky nightgown that bunched above your thighs.
As much as Negan had resented the idea of tarnished your innocence… now it just seemed all the more alluring. Being your first, being the only one you’ll ever taste. Making you his.
“You ever drank whiskey, baby?” He finds himself asking, voice just as smooth and fiery as the alcohol in question.
Your head tilts, eyes owlish and curious as you shake your head no. Negan leans forward in the chair, keeping you close to his chest, and scoops up the previously abandoned glass.
Auburn liquid sloshes slightly with the movement, and Negan takes a moment to adjust you in his lap, manoeuvring your body with ease. He presses his thumb against your plush bottom lip, the slight pressure causing you to open your mouth around him, where he is able to replace the digit with the rim of the glass.
His hand shifts to your jaw, holding you with a firm grip and tilting your head backwards, tipping some of the whiskey into your awaiting mouth. It passes your tongue, gliding down your throat until he pulls the glass back, allowing you just a taste.
Your nose scrunches at the harsh burn, not accustomed to it, before letting your tongue dart out to lick your lips.
“It’s warm.” You mumble, voice still quiet and delicate despite the actions you were partaking in, “Like… in my chest.”
“Yeah? Feelin’ it here?” Negan asks, a smirk beginning to play at his lips in response to your pure innocence. His hand slides up your body, brushing along smooth silk, until it comes to rest just in the channel between your plump breasts. He applies a slight pressure, a firm hand that sits over your heart, where he can feel it increase in tempo.
At this, you smile, pink lips curving upwards while you lean in a little, head tilting up to look at him. Negan feels inclined to mimic the motion, allowing you closer until he can feel your soft breaths against his mouth, lips slightly parted in anticipation.
His eyes flicker down, weighting the severity of these temptations, before meeting your gaze again. “If you wanna do this, baby-girl, then there is no going back,” He advises, voice lowered to match the tension of the situation, “I am going to tear you apart.”
A mixture of anticipation and fear floods your stomach, butterflies tingling and reaching areas that you’d forbidden yourself from touching. Only the slightest motion is required until your lips are touching, pressing against his, causing you to shift closer on your lap.
Negan takes note of your pure eagerness, licking into his mouth with no hesitation, letting your tongues intertwine like you’re trying to taste every inch of his mouth. You’re drunk off the feeling, how he tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, and you can feel his stubble irritating the skin around your mouth but it feels so inexplicably good.
You’re ravenous, fulfilling that deep yearning that’s directed your every movement for the past year. But Negan wants to take it slow, pull you apart, help you understand everything that he’s capable of doing to your body.
So he wraps a hand in your soft hair, balling it around his fist and holding the back of your head in place. A desperate whine leaves you when he pulls his face away, a grin quickly spreading upon seeing your dissatisfied pout.
“Not so fast, baby.” He hums, before diving in once more, directing the pace of the kiss himself.
Whenever you get too eager, trying to take control, Negan will pull away again, letting you gasp and whine and beg him to kiss you again. It’s utterly pathetic, you’ve barely even started and it’s already apparent just how much control Negan has over you, a notion that makes him feel completely elated and also extremely aroused.
It feels like an eternity, with you seated in his lap, leisurely making out and learning exactly what makes you tick. Negan finally lets go of your hair, giving appreciative pets through the silky locks and then down your back, before two large hands are hooking underneath your ass and pulling you upwards.
The sudden movement causes you to gasp, arms quickly gripping onto Negan to steady yourself, but he’s strong enough to manhandle you onto the desk. That white nightgown bunches at your hips, and Negan pushes it upwards to your waist, letting out a low whistle at the sight of your little white lace panties.
“Look at you, princess.” He grumbles, pushing your thighs apart on the desk to get a proper look. There’s a wet stain right over your core, and Negan shamelessly presses his fingers against the thin fabric. The contact makes you squirm, bracing your hands behind you on the wooden desk.
He brings himself closer by pushing the chair forward, whilst simultaneously gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him. Closing the gap, Negan presses his nose against your clothed cunt, letting his tongue dart out to further soil the sticky fabric. The lewd act causes you to gasp, nails scratching against the surface and legs shaking, clamping around his head.
“Tastes so fucking good, baby-girl. This pussy was just made for me.” Negan groans, inhaling your intoxicating scent mixed with the slightly salty taste on his tongue. It took everything in him not to completely brutalise your poor cunt, though he knew it would be sopping by the time he was finished.
Two large, rough hands skate up your thighs, fingers slipping into the dainty handles of your panties. Negan pulls the straps down, letting the fabric fall from your hips and down your legs. Instead of discarding the item onto the floor, or setting it aside, Negan slips them into a nearby drawer. You clock the action, and it makes your face flush bright red.
Negan takes a moment to admire the sight of your bare skin, his hands tracing loving circles into your thighs. “Fuck, can’t believe this is all for me.” He groans, before finally, finally, bringing his mouth close enough to make contact your with your heat.
He licks a long line from your dripping hole, to your clit. Tongue flattened, feeling every ridge of your pussy. The sensation is completely new, leaving you to gasp over him, palms splayed out against the wooden desk. It’s tempting to squeeze his head in your thighs, to completely crumble, but you keep them open and spread.
The effort must be visible, because Negan tilts his head to the side, pressing a tender kiss against your skin. “Bein’ such a good girl, aren’t you? Don’t worry, baby. Let go for me.”
Each word of encouragement is rumbled into the meat of your thighs, and eventually, back into your waiting cunt. It’s overwhelming, in the best way possible, and Negan takes the time to talk you through the pleasure, albeit muffled by how devotedly he’s eating you out.
You squirm against the desk, little pants and surprised cries leaving your mouth, struggling to adjust to the sensation of Negan’s lips suctioning over your clit, creating a steady motion that causes a whole other wave of pleasure to wash over your shoulders.
But then, he’s pressing a single, thick digit against your hole. There’s a slight resistance, but Negan takes his time, circling his finger around the silky cavern until it finally gives, sucking his finger inside. All of this, whilst he continues his assault on your pussy, licking into it shamelessly in a pattern he’s learnt will give you the most pleasure.
“Fuck, it’s.. I-I dunno if I can take it.” You mumble when Negan perseveres, pushing another finger into your warm cunt. It’s a tight fit, but he’s willing to make it work. Determined.
“Oh, baby. You will be taking a lot more than this.”
It fills you with a sense of fear, an anxious feeling growing in the pit of your stomach, like you’ve swallowed a rock. Until Negan pushes his fingers upwards a little, and you practically jump from the desk, a ragged moan leaving your throat. He continues to press against the fleshy spot, meanwhile suctioning his lips around your clit and sucking hard.
You gasp and cry, little tears filling your eyes as you drop backwards. One arm supports you on the desk, the other moving so that you can grip onto Negan’s short, dark hair. Your nails scratch as his scalp, but he doesn’t care, because it’s only a sign of how much pleasure he’s bringing you.
It sounds like you’re trying to say something through the distraught moans, but the words carry no meaning, practically unintelligible. It’s like your bones have turned to jelly, this new feeling arising in your stomach, something you haven’t felt before.
It feels like pressure, an intense pressure. It builds and builds, and you know that it’ll snap soon, but you can’t find your words in order to warn Negan. Yet, he already knows, of course he knows. By the end of this, he’ll understand your body better than you do. Maybe he already does.
Because when it snaps, your orgasm finally reaching its peak, Negan only quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue. His other hand is now on your lower stomach, leaving soft pets against the skin, gently trying to bring you down from everything.
Now, Negan would love nothing more than to keep going, to devour your sopping pussy until you’re crying tears of pain, begging him to relent. One day, he’ll have you like that. Not now, not while you’re still adjusting to everything that he’s possible of giving you.
The hand previously positioned in his hair falls down to his shoulder, where Negan finally brings his face up from your pussy, leaning in closer to you. His beard is shiny with your slick, fingers similarly coated in it, and there are red marks from where his stubble had irritated your sensitive thighs.
You look a mess.
Panting, teary eyed. Face all red and flushed, looking up at him. Your mouth opens to speak, but Negan is quick to cover it with his own, capturing you in a deep kiss.
It’s messy, passionate, though you’re really worn out. Yet, you show him your appreciation, licking feverishly into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. Then you’re leaning forward, pushing yourself back into a sitting position on the desk, arms wrapped around Negan’s shoulders.
When you break apart, he nudges your cheek with his nose, moving to press kisses against your skin. “How ‘bout I get you into bed, huh?”
You push away from him, shaking your head. There’s a look of confusion on your face, a small pour forming against your lips. “No, no, not yet. We can keep going.” You protest, looking up at him with the most precious, hurt little eyes.
Negan moves his hand up, capturing your face in his grasp, holding you still. His thumb rubs at your plump bottom lip, still wet with his spit, all bitten and red.
“You really want this?” He asks, “Because ‘s gonna hurt, baby. It’ll feel good, but it’ll hurt first.”
You only nod, separating yourself from his hold, to lie back against the wooden desk. It’s slightly uncomfortable, and cold against the naked skin of your thighs, but you prop your feet up against the wood in order to present yourself to him.
It’s lewd, a temptation, you’re trying to lure him in. And it works. Of course it does. Negan can’t deny you any longer, not with that sweet smile, beautiful little face. He wants nothing more than to know that you’re his, and only his.
“Beautiful girl.” He rumbles, splaying a hand over your stomach, running it up over the curve of your breasts. The silk nightgown is pushed upwards, until it’s pooled around your neck. Negan leans down, helping you to sit up a little, so that he can remove the nightgown completely.
Now, you lay bare on his desk, causing him to whistle at the sight. There’s already a damp spot near the edge, where your pussy had stained the wood, a mixture of slick and Negan’s spit. There was another pool forming, where your legs now lay spread at the end, awaiting the blessed moment you’d been dreaming about.
Negan is careful about it, sticks his fingers back into your sopping hole, making sure it’s maintained it’s previous elasticity. It practically sucks him in, and to prove your point, you squeeze your muscles around his fingers.
“Okay, baby. Don’t get impatient on me.” He coos, one hand remaining on your thigh, whilst the other works at removing his pants.
They drop to the floor with a heavy noise, to which he doesn’t bother to fully move them, letting the denim slump around his boots. You prop yourself up a little, looking down the length of your body to where Negan finally reveals his cock.
It’s thick, much thicker than his fingers. How is that even supposed to fit in there? It’s wide around the base and tip, long and curved upwards, towards his stomach. Subconsciously, your legs close a little, but Negan keeps his grip firm as he presses your thighs against the desk.
“You still wanna do this, baby?” He asks, despite his greater instinct to just claim what’s in front of him. Admittedly, it’s been a little difficult to hold off this long.
If you were anyone else, the act would be long done by now. But this was different. You were different. He still wanted to take care of you, like you were a helpless little girl, except you weren’t. This was your plan, after all. Like a lioness, you’d hunted him down, and there no way you were going home without your reward.
A smile spreads on your lips, looking up at him through your lashes, “Yes, please.”
It’s said in that same sweet tone, as if you’re not actually begging for his cock, but another bedtime story. Like you aren’t naked on his desk, pussy dripping down onto the wood, completely spread out like a lavish meal.
“Good girl.” He mumbles, pulling your legs so that they dangle over either of his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. At this angle, he can already feel your heat, so, so close to him.
One hand grips his cock, the other planted across your stomach, a large hand splayed over your skin for comfort. Negan looks down, guiding himself to finally press against your core. There’s a slight resistance, but in no time, he’s length is being sucked into your gooey walls.
There’s a pensive look on your face, which he notices, causing a smile to grow on his own. Your nose twitches slightly, chewing on your bottom lip, trying to adjust to the new feeling. It doesn’t necessarily feel bad, just strange.
But, Negan is only able to get the first few inches in, until there’s a hitch in the process. He leans down, letting you wrap your arms around him, and captures your mouth in a kiss. You give in instantly, preoccupied completely with licking into his mouth, therefore not fully aware of the firm thrust he gives to break through the barrier.
You hiss into his mouth, accidentally biting down onto his lip. Negan doesn’t seem to mind, as he begins pressing kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of bloody marks in his wake.
“Shh, you’re okay,” He soothes, keeping his hips still, not yet pressing any further until the pain has subsided, “Ain’t gonna hurt for much longer.”
The promise proves fruitful, as within a few moments, you’re wiggling a little in his grasp, giving the silent permission to continue. You look down the gap between you, watching as Negan’s cock slowly pushes further in, until your hips are finally flush.
“Breathe, babygirl.” He murmurs, still licking and sucking over your skin. The wet trail continues, until Negan pays attention to your plump breasts, his tongue collecting the beads of sweat that’s built from the exertion.
You claw at his neck, one hand making it’s way into his hair, scratching slightly at his scalp. Then he’s moving, gently pulling out, until just the tip remains. You breathe through the uncomfortable feeling as he pushes back in, a mixture of your slick and a little blood dripping down your ass, only to pool on the wooden desk.
It’s intense, having Negan stretch you open on his cock, the kind of sensation you’d never felt before. You keep watching between you, keen interest in your eye, which he finds adorable. Even as he speeds up a little, the twinge of pain subsiding into a constant flow of pleasure, you’re still fighting to keep your eyes on him.
He readjusts, bringing your legs back down, only to firmly pin your thighs to the desk. In this position, you’re completely spread for him, causing a blush of embarrassment to rise on your cheeks.
It doesn’t last long, as Negan has found the perfect angle to thrust up into you, causing you to raggedly moan and your eyes to squeeze shut. He continues to hammer the same spot, and it feels heavenly, like his cock is actually in your stomach.
You scratch at the wooden desk, gripping for dear life as Negan holds you still, both large hands planted across your thighs. He’s gripping and kneading them, and you hope they’ll be bruised the next day.
But finally being sheathed in your wet heat is it’s own struggle for Negan, as he’s trying to hold off cumming for as long as possible. He’d been rock-hard the entire time you were making out, but this? It was a victory better than war.
So he moves one hand off your thigh, bringing it to your swollen and abused clit. You gasp as he makes contact, tracing firm, tight circles over the muscle that make your eyes roll back, pathetic noises leaving your parted lips.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for daddy.” He praises, leaning down to leave dark marks on the junction of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder as Negan continues to fuck into you, hitting that fleshy spot that causes you to cry.
It’s obvious when your orgasm hits you, as your whole body shudders, moans tapered off into high-pitched whines of pleasure. Your gooey walls clench around Negan’s cock, making him groan into your flesh, putting more force behind his thrusts.
Luckily, it’s all he needs to finish, pumping his cum deep into your channel. The overstimulation causes your hips to twitch, legs jolting with the sudden sensation, but Negan tests your limits, shallowly pushing his seed deeper inside you.
Your nails scratch at his neck, eyes pricking with overworked tears, “It’s too much.” You squeak out, voice all raw from all those noises that had been forced from your throat.
“Okay, beautiful,” Negan whispers, pulling himself out of your sensitive cunt, hands gently soothing the bruised skin of your thighs, “But next time, you’ll take it until I say so.”
It’s vaguely threatening, and causes another wave of arousal to ebb through your stomach. However, your mind focuses on one thing, a bashful and pleased smile growing on your tired face.
“Next time?”
It catches Negan off guard slightly, realising what he’d said. That, and you just look so happy, like you’ve finally gotten what you wanted.
“Of course, darlin’. You belong to me.” He assures, savouring the fact that you were so eager to be with him, despite everything.
That night, the nightmares didn’t return. Of course, you didn’t go back to your bed, but instead Negan’s. He took care of you from then on out, it was safe to say you were his new favourite.
#negan smith x reader#the walking dead x reader#twd x reader#twd x you#negan smith#the walking dead#digital footprint who’s that
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Coming Home (Concept)
Daryl, Rick, Shane AND Negan as fem!reader's Dad's best friends and you are spending college in your Dad's hometown
Pure filth coming soon
Warnings for p in v sex, creampies, oral (m & f receiving), occasional threesome but attention is always on you, age gap of at least 20ish years, fem!afab!reader, occasional dubcon but idk everyone seems pretty enthusiastic, let me know if I missed anything
Coming Home pt. 1 (Meeting Daryl)
Coming Home pt. 2
Coming Home pt. 3
Coming Home pt. 4 (Meeting Rick & Shane and smut with Rick)
pt. 5
pt. 6 (Meeting Negan and smut with Negan)
pt. 7 (smut with Rick)
#the walking dead#twd daryl#daryl dixon#daryl x reader#rick x reader#shane x reader#rick grimes smut#twd shane#negan x reader#negan smut#daryl dixon smut#shane walsh
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I adore your mood boards. And honestly your guts to post all of the smutty goodness that you post. I still do some thing’s anonymously just because my anxiety. But anyways, someone posted an ask and a response fic to it in a different fandom and I just…. Guh. I have to send this to you. and
the boys… (yeah the boys: Rick, Daryl, Shane, Merle, Negan) catch you masturbating. In their shirt, or in their vest, shorts, or their bed, or in their truck, etc. how would they react? I’m curious to see the scenario. Or have I asked this before? I send in so many asks I’m surprised you aren’t sick of me already…. 🫣☠️
Or, their reactions to being referred to as, “My boyfriend.” (Or my husband? Hmmmmm I don’t think anyone really gets married in the apocalypse they just move in and take on a last name eventually? Or is that just a Rick/Michonne thing?)
shit, I should go write my own smutty goodness, but my dopamine is so unpredictable. Ugh.
I could never get sick of you! I definitely have a few asks of yours in my inbox that I want to expand on so don’t think I’m ignoring them!
I was definitely nervous at first to post such smutty filth, but it turns out there’s a decent amount of people who seem to enjoy it. I think fanfic in general can be such a great form of escapism. Even smutty stuff can be really healing so I definitely enjoy writing no matter how “adult” the content is. I also think the wonder of Tumblr is that it still is pretty anonymous:) no one here knows me irl so that definitely helps when it comes to being open and gutsy with what I post hahah.
As far as your concepts… I love. I actually have a masturbation fic already started in my drafts so I’ll use this to answer the second half of your ask.
Here’s a quick rundown of how I think the boys would react to you calling them your “boyfriend”:
Rick: he’d get that cocky little smirk he has and wrap his arm around you even tighter. Exuding that, “Yup. that’s right. You’re mine,” kind of attitude.
Shane: I think Shane’s reaction would be really similar to Ricks, he’d look at you with a sexy little smirk. Maybe grabbing your leg under the table and giving it a nice squeeze. Hinting that he’s definitely going to make you repeat it later in the bedroom.
Daryl: I think he would freeze up a little. Like his brain would stop for a split second and he’d look all confused. Thinking to himself, “Boyfriend? Did they really just say boyfriend?”. And at the realization that yes, you did just call him your boyfriend, he’d probably blush a little. Internally having heart palpationsa but trying to play it cool and not let you or anyone else see how giddy it makes him feel.
Negan: if you called him your boyfriend I think he’d feel offended. He’d interrupt the conversation and make you repeat what you said, only correctly this time. “Sorry, uh, my husband…” you’d stammer out, biting back a smile. Secretly loving how defensive he is about the title.
Merle: I think Merle wouldn’t say anything in the moment, but when you’ve left the function or are out of earshot from whoever you were speaking to, he’d turn to you and ask “Boyfriend? Thought you said you didn’t like labels.” “Yeah, well it’s a lot easier than saying I fuck you three times a week and put up with your bullshit so… yeah. Boyfriend it is.” And he’d just laugh in agreement, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you continue to walk home.
(Also, please do write some smutty goodness. I’d be happy to read it<3 )
#twd headcanons#rick headcanon#Daryl headcanon#Shane headcanon#Merle headcanon#negan headcanon#reader insert#Rick x reader#Daryl x reader#Shane x reader#negan x reader#Merle x reader
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Request: could you please write one where y/n goes out into the woods without permission or guarding and negan finds out which causes an argument and he gives y/n a spanking which leads to sex 😉 pleasee thankyou so much if u do!
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A/n: Just saw this in my ask box and oh my god this whole fic just laid itself out perfectly in my head!! IMPORTANT NOTE: I’ve never written the ‘spanking’ part before so you’ll have to bare with that part and try not to cringe to death while you read my first attempt at that.
I HAVEN’T CHECKED FOR ANY TYPOS OR SUCH SO JUST BE AWARE!
Category: Smut
Pairing: Negan Smith x fem!reader
Season: 5 (I know he doesn’t exist in the show yet but this gotta be before Rick and his group)
Warnings: Verbal argument, language, pure filth, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, use of the pet-names, good girl and baby.
Word count: 4.2k
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She knew it was very wrong and dangerous... but she needed to get out of there for a short while. Not for too long, just half an hour or so. Being Negans wife was great overall expect when he got mad.
Y/n had done this once before and when she was caught, Negan completely lost his shit. His rules are never meant to be broken. The consequences she'd gotten from going out into the woods was the worst punishment she had ever received, Negan had given her the silent treatment for three weeks. He went that hard on her because she refused to apologize before he had his men lock her inside her bedroom. She was kept in her room where she wasn't allowed to see him or interact with anyone expect when Simon brought her dinner. Those were the longest three weeks of her life and it affected her mentally.
Sure, it was like torture on her side, although, it was still nothing too extreme coming from Negan. She had her own bathroom, was fed meals everyday and had a comfortable bed. He could've just thrown her in a cell yet he went easy on her. Negan knew exactly what he was doing when he locked her in there because as soon as he let her out himself, Y/n latched onto him starting to kiss him and apologize. She had missed her husband a lot. She never dared to rule against Negan for three months until here she was again wondering around deep inside the forest until she found a large beautiful tree to sit down by and relax.
The guards that were on watch were easy to sneak past, even though Negan didn't let her go outside unsupervised for the first couple of week after she was let out of her room, she still knew who was gonna be where and when. The guards that were outside right now doesn't pay a lot of attention to who goes where, they mostly just sits on their ass talking with each other. Therefore Y/n could just more or less walk out of there.
When she felt like she had enough of being out here after what she assumed was about an hour, she started to stand up to then make her way back to the Sanctuary. After she stood up she pulled down her tight black dress, she thought it was too short since it ended at the start of her thighs but Negan loved it. It had a v-shaped cleavage and the t-shirt arm parts were separated into two pieces. There were two straps on each arm, one went over the scapula and then the shoulder was bare and then there was the next strap that was thicker than the other one. Y/n was also wearing some jewelry, a pair of gold earrings, bracelet and a necklace. Negan had gotten it all for her when she said she wanted to make her outfit look fancier and more expensive, since the dress looked to be pricey.
Once she saw the Sanctuary again she snuck back inside to her room. Happy that she'd gotten away with sneaking out or so she thought... when it was starting to become nighttime Simon walked into the lounge to announce who Negan wanted to see. It was Wednesday and he had just had Y/n in his room yesterday, that's why her and the other wives furrowed their eyebrows in unison. Confusion washing over all of their faces. Negan never called for someone two days in a row unless the wife was new, he was always more interested in getting to know the new wife and spending his time with her to make her feel welcome.
Y/n stood up and went along as Simon escorted her to Negans room. This was also weird because they just did this for the new wives, for them to learn the route to Negans room. Y/n always went alone, she knew all the ways around here. When they reached Negans room he was nowhere to be found, Y/n looked back at Simon with pure confusion on her face. He just stood firmly on the ground leant against the doorway.
"Negan will arrive soon, please go ahead and take a seat in the meantime." Simon informed and reached out his arm to signalize for Y/n to sit down in the armchair.
She squinted her eyes trying to understand what the hell was going on because this was very weird. She didn't disobey though, she walked over slowly and took a seat in the leather armchair. The leather squeaking being the only noise that was heard inside the room. Simon didn't leave the doorway, he just stood there waiting. Y/n turned around carefully and inspected him, he was looking down onto the floor lost in his own thoughts. She turned back around and started to get nervous, something was definitely wrong here.
Y/n continued staring forward until she heard footsteps down the hall. She looked down onto her hands, that she was now fiddling around with her fingers with, trying to ease the anxiety that was increasing rapidly. Y/n knew those footsteps, it was Negan.
"You can take your leave now Simon, I've got it from here." He sheeted when he walked into the room with Lucille on his shoulder.
Simon closed the door before walking away leaving Y/n alone with Negan. She followed him with his gaze as he placed Lucille down at the door then walked by her to pour some whiskey before sitting down in front of her on his leather couch. He drank all the whiskey he poured up before sighing feeling the burn in his throat. Negan placed the glass down on the table in front of him. He leant back onto his couch staring at her. His gaze was unreadable, it looked sweet, stern and angry all at once. Negan himself looked very calm though, no nostrils flaring or rapid breathing. Y/n started to relax now, thinking Simon just escorted her because Negan had some delay with his business here at the place he runs.
"How've you been, doll?" He asked placing his leg over the other and lacing his fingers together, putting his hands on his left thigh.
"I've been doing okay, how about you?" Y/n wondered putting her leg over her other leg just like Negan had done.
"I’ve been doing fucking great dear wife, what you been up to today?" Negan slimmed his eyes down at her, staring at her intensely.
Y/n's pulse rose, maybe he knew after all. She just couldn't let him know she was getting nervous. So she sat still and answered calmly. "I've been down at the library getting a new book to read... nothing else really.” Y/n shrugged.
"Nothing else, at all?" Negan questioned and looked her up and down.
She swallowed thickly, he definitely knew. Still she wouldn't give in, Y/n knew he wanted her to. Yet, she wouldn't budge.
"So your definition of 'nothing else really' is sneaking out of here just like you did a while back?" He put his other leg down on the ground and leant forward, now staring more sternly at Y/n.
She sunk into her seat a little growing increasingly worried and anxious.
"I didn't do that." Y/n was quick to defend herself.
"Oh, but you did sweetheart. You must think I have no idea what goes around here, and now that you did this again, poor Jimmy will have to face the iron for not doing his job properly." Negan informed knowing she would almost break when he threatened the leader of the group that was on guard duty to face the iron.
Y/n just stared at him, refusing to give in. Negans facial expression grew more irritated, his eyes slimming down more and that grin of his turning into a frustrated frown.
"I. didn't. fucking. do. it." She growled at him, fuming for trying to guilt her into confessing.
Negan slammed his fist onto the table out of anger making Y/n jump in her seat at the sound of the obnoxiously loud bang. Her chest was rising rapidly, Negan making her furious.
"Then I guess Jimmy will have to fucking face Lucilles bad side instead and the whole rest of the group, do you want that?" Negan threatened, his nostrils flaring. "If you just goddamn admit to running off again, he can get the iron and the others will be spared." He said fuming with anger.
"Alright!" Y/n snapped. "Fine, I did it. I ran off into the woods again!" She confessed, having Negan successfully break her.
He stared at her with his jaw tightly clenched.
"What did I say would happen last time if you ever pulled something like that again?" Negan asked, his voice full with edge and fury.
She sunk down further into the chair remembering his exact words. She broke off the eye contact and started fiddling with her fingers, looking down at the floor.
“I see you remember,” he said amused. “Repeat it for me.” Negan spat, Y/n knew he wasn’t playing around.
All she could do know was try and ease the level of cruelness the punishment she soon had to face was going to be at. Y/n knew Negan didn’t play around when it was about his rules.
“You said, ‘If you ever try to pull something like this again, I’ll throw you in one of the cells and find another wife.’” Y/n swallowed thickly, she hadn’t thought of that earlier when she was outside.
“That is exactly right!” Negan snapped, whisper shouting.
“Negan please-” Y/n started to plea but was cut off.
“Please what? Don’t throw you into one of those shitty cells and feed you dog food?” He retorted.
She looked up from the ground to Negan, nodding slowly. Looking at him with sad big eyes hoping it would have some affect on him.
“I’m sorry...” Y/n apologized, voice full of regret, almost shaking with fear.
Negan just stared at her for a couple minutes just inspecting her features as she continuously stared at him hoping he’d change his mind. When he stood up suddenly, Y/n flinched thinking he was gonna grab her and take her to the cells. But he walked slowly passed her and to his bed. He clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth meanwhile he slowly unzipped his leather jacket.
“Now what am I going to do with you...” he sighed.
Y/n sat looking down at the floor again, she didn’t dare to look up again at him. When Negan had placed his leather jacket, his belts and his leather glove on his bed he walked back to the couch, taking a seat further to the other armrest this time past the middle part. He leant back and looked at her again making Y/n look up, she didn’t dare to push him further by not cooperating. Negan gently patted his lap and motioned for her to come over with his fingers.
She furrowed her eyebrows but obeyed standing up and walking around the table standing by his lap. Y/n stared at him, confused as of what he wanted her to do.
“Lay down.” He instructed and patted his lap softly again.
“What are you going to do, Negan?” Y/n asked now more confused than worried.
“Well you haven’t been behaving and you deserved to be punished old school if you don’t want to go in the cell...” Negan taunted.
“You want to spank me...?”
“Mhm...” Negan hummed. “Until that sweet ass of yours looks all marked up.”
Y/n suddenly felt offended, he’d never done anything like that before or spoke of it. And it was quite offensive and degrading to think of it.
“No.” She said plainly.
He just raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.
“Really?” he asked grinning. “No?” Negan pouted at her.
“No, never in my life Negan.” Y/n crossed her arms across her chest to try and assert her dominance in the situation.
“You do know there are a lot of other women wanting to fill your place?” Negan asked daringly, but it wasn’t a really question more a threat.
“Great, you can spank them instead.” She bitched at him.
“Woh!” He breathed out surprised and amused. “You have big balls for someone being minutes away from being thrown into a dark and cold cell.” Negan reminded her passive aggressively, making Y/n consider his offer for a second about her receiving a spanking.
It was better than that torture hell hole they called a cell, no one wanted that. Negan wasn’t going to hurt her, it was just that she didn’t want to be so submissive to him all the time. Can’t she be aloud to go outside, what is the big deal? Negan noticed her thinking about it and smiled widely to himself.
“You know you deserve it...” his mocking voice rang loudly in her ears.
Y/n shot an annoyed look at him telling him to shut up. He just smiled, sliding his tongue between his teeth slowly. She had never seen him so satisfied and amused before.
“You’re a fucking sicko Negan.” She seethed as she went forward and sat down beside him.
“C’mon you’ll like it, as much of a naughty girl as you are, breaking rules and shit.” He placed his hand on her back. “I’ll take good care of you.” Negan grinned guiding her to lay over his lap. “You gotta get some punishment.”
“Asshole.” Y/n rolled her eyes.
She was laid over his lap with her lower stomach on his lap and her ass up in his direction. Negan started drawing small circles going up her thigh making Y/n feel heat rising in her lower stomach. He grabbed the end of her dress and pulled it up over her ass revealing her soft flesh completely expose since she was wearing a thong.
“Tell me baby, were you hoping for this earlier today? I mean judging by the choice of black lace underwear, can’t even call it underwear more a pair of two strings-”
“Stop being such a fucking dick.” Y/n growled from her position looking back at him.
“Oh,” he breathed out daringly. “Feisty today, aren’t ya?”
“Just fucking get started...” she mumbled.
“You’re eager for it, aren’t you?” Negan asked meanwhile he caressed her ass, guiding his hand to her pussy. “Tell me Y/n...” he began, teasing her inner thighs with his devilish touches. “Would you rather have me here at your pretty pussy?”
Y/n had to hold back a small moan from his words. Fuck, she thought to herself. Why did this man have to know her so well? She wanted to be mad at him, she needed to be because he had been such a fucking asshole but she just couldn’t stay mad.
“Mmm...” she hummed.
“What was that?” Negan was quick to ask, sliding his finger closer to the fabric of her thong. “Want me to remove these slutty pair of panties, babydoll?”
“Fuck... yeah.” Y/n exhaled deeply, feeling Negan reach for the hem of her underwear.
He then slid his hand up her thigh after throwing the panties onto the floor. When he got to her heat he pressed his knuckle lightly against her clit, making her grip onto the couch and pull her lower lip in between her teeth, biting down in hopes to hold the moan trying to escape her lips out. When Negan put more pressure on her clit with his knuckle, Y/n couldn’t help but to let out a moan.
“Please...” she plead, not quite sure what she was begging for.
“No no. You still have a punishment remaining, don’t for a second think I’ve forgotten about that.” Negan reminded, making her more bite down onto her lip again.
The thought of a spanking now sounded more exciting to Y/n as she was feeling hot. She felt his hand slowly going over her ass cheek, Negan gripped her ass making her gasp before he raised his hand and a loud smack was hard in the room. Y/n felt the stinging on her ass and wanted to touch it out of reflex to ease the pain but Negan grabbed her hand, pushing it away. Soon the stinging sensation turned into something that was somewhat pleasurable. Another hard smack landed on the exact same spot making Y/n gasp again feeling how her core started aching, begging for someone to please her. It tingled satisfyingly on her asscheek as Negan landed another sharp spank. She let out a soft moan from the feeling earning another smack on the exact same place from Negan.
“Shit.” Y/n whimpered after a couple of minutes when Negan had smacked the same spot rapidly and it was now turning into a sharp stinging sensation she didn't like as much.
“What’s the matter baby, starting to not enjoy yourself as much anymore?” Negan taunted.
“Fuck off.” Y/n spat through gritted teeth only earning a harder smack from Negan.
He gripped her hair pulling her head back. “Had enough yet?”
Negan spanked her again and she moaned with her cheeks flushed red, eyes looking forward with tears starting to form in them from the overwhelming stinging.
“You ever gonna pull something off like that again?” Negan asked with a dangerously low tone in her ear.
“Fuck. you.” Y/n remarked.
He gripped her hair tighter and smacked the hardest he’d done yet making Y/n’s back arch as she opened her mouth and let out a soft gasp. She quickly chewed down onto her bottom lip not wanting Negan to see her enjoying this. Because then she’d prove him right about the fact that she did in fact like this.
“You ever gonna pull something like that again?” He asked again now practically growling in her ear.
When she didn’t answer Negan landed another hard smack making Y/n cry out from the stinging sensation. Her right asscheek having multiple red marks silhouetting a hand, all of the marks were almost in the same spot.
“I’m not!” she cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain.
He smacked her ass once again still having her hair in a tight grip, Y/n had her eyes closed concentrated on the stinging on her ass. “You promise?” she could hear Negan purr in her ear.
“Yes, Negan! I promise!” she swore as her voice trembled, completely overwhelmed by this new type of pleasure.
Negan landed one last brutal spank before leaning into her ear and whispering; “Good.” Sending a chilling shiver down Y/n’s spine.
He let go of her hair and Y/n breathed heavily into the couch, the stinging on her ass calming down now that another smack was not collided with it. Although, the aching between her legs was not calming down, this whole thing had made her so turned on and she had no idea why. She felt Negan hand creep up her inner thigh back to her cunt. Her body shook from being so aroused when he put a bit of pressure on her clit then proceeded to feel how wet she was.
“Shit,” he grinned. “You really liked that didn’t you?” Negan taunted teasingly.
“Shut up.” Y/n growled hating how right he was.
“You know what?” he removed his hand from her core making Y/n cry out in frustration. “I do not appreciate that tone of yours. You need to calm the fuck down.” Negan warned.
“I don’t give a shit.” She pushed him further.
Y/n gasped when Negan gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. “Do you want me to fuck that nasty attitude out of you? Because I will gladly do it, if it means that I will not have to put up with that annoying ass attitude of yours.”
She whimpered at his words thinking about what he’d just said. Y/n pushed her hips down in hopes of that Negans hand was under her since she couldn’t look back and see for herself.
“Would you like that doll?” he asked wanting her to say it herself.
“Yes!” Y/n cried out frustrated, still trying to search for his fingers.
Negan pulled her up from her lap and stood up, he turned her around so that she was on her knees on the couch, her chest past the backrest, hands gripping onto it. Negan reached to the zipper of Y/n’s dress and pulled it down, then he roughly pulled the dress over her head automatically making her sit up to follow the motion of the piece of fabric that was being pulled off of her. He quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the floor where the dress was already laying. Negan put his hand on her upper back and pressed her forward so that she was bent over the couch.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick length out. Then Negan proceeded to grip Y/n’s hips and held her in place before guiding his dick to her dripping entrance. She groaned at the feeling how Negan stretching her just the way she loved. Y/n gripped onto the couch when he began moving inside her, pulling his hips back to then ram back inside. It was fortunate for Y/n that Negan was holding her in place since she still flew forward with the force he was using.
“Fuck!” she cried out enjoying how Negan repeatedly pounded in and out of her.
“Yeah? You like this?” he asked. “Now tell me, are you going to be a good girl from now on?”
He had bent himself over so his mouth was at her ear, making her whole body shiver as he whispered. Y/n bit down on her lower lip, focusing on the pleasure currently being brought to her.
“Are you?” Negan spat, yanking her head backwards by her hair.
All Y/n could do was moan and whimper while he fucked into her brutally. She opened her mouth trying to answer but no words came out, just a gasp.
“Answer me baby...” he whispered teasingly with seduction in his voice.
She held on tighter to the backrest and couldn’t even hold her own head up when Negan let go off of her hair and stood up properly again.
“Yes, Negan!” Y/n managed to get out, it didn’t sound genuine though more pornographic.
“Good.” Negan grunted firmly, thrusting into her cunt harder.
As the minutes passed Y/n became louder and louder while Negan became more and more confident. He knew he could always make her into this speechless and begging mess during sex.
“Goddamn it, you feel so fucking good around me.” Negan groaned, thrusting into her deeper than before making Y/n arch her back when he hit that special spot.
She screamed out in pleasure as he continuously hit her sweet spot, the knot in her stomach starting to build. Negan smiled at her from behind in pride. He was proud over how loud he made her, how she couldn’t help but be so loud because he made her feel so fucking good.
“Negan!” She called out, he knew this meant that she was very close.
She always began to call out when she was on edge of having an orgasm. As soon as Negan angled his thrust Y/n was pushed over the edge, feeling how the knot in her stomach became undone. Biting down on the backrest while she came, due to the insane pleasure. She didn’t know how else to handle it.
He wasn’t far behind her now, when Negan saw her become undone it turned him on a hundred times more. He continued pounding in and out of her, the wet noises of them filling the room. Y/n’s moans no longer being heard since she was recovering from the full body orgasm she’d just had. Her breath shaky, face red and hair all messed up.
Negan began slowing down his thrusts, grunting when he rammed inside her furiously with all the strength he had. Y/n had put the left side of her face down on the backrest so it was now resting in-between her hands that were still gripping the couch. The tight grip was important so that she wouldn’t slide into the cushions when Negan slammed into her with such force. Soon enough he was stood still, buried as much as he possibly could be inside her. Then he filled her up with his seed, coating her walls white.
His breathing was now matching Y/n’s, both breathing heavily. Negan let himself slip out of her as he softened. He studied how Y/n looked freshly fucked, calming down from pleasure that had filled her to the brim. Negan couldn’t help but to notice how attractive she looked like this. Sweat pearling on her skin, cheeks red, hair messed up and how exhausted she looked. He bent over her and tucked the strands of hair that were in the way behind her right ear.
“Fuck, you are hot...” Negan purred in her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck.
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Spit Pt. VI
Masterlist
Characters: Negan x Alexandrian F!Reader, The Commonwealth, Carol, Jerry, Mercer, Sebastian
Summary: It's up to you and Negan to infiltrate the commonwealth and propel some sort of deal with them to save the others, though you may have some help. Set in the events of S11 E17.
Word count: 3K
Warnings: Physical violence, two mfs who can't wait for Negan's game to be over, mortal enemies, xtra DILFy S11 Negan, a continuum of the filthiest shit I've ever written tbh (- the filth)
A/N: This ended up a lot shorter than I intended it to be, and the second ever non-smut part in this fanfic haha. I hope the action makes up for it, and there's always part 7. ;)
You clung to Negan's back, using him as a means to shield you from the view of the walkers. He was wearing his whisperer mask, the laces at the back crudely threaded through the makeshift holes in the coarse walker skin directly in your line of sight rather nauseating, but necessary to execute the plan. The sound of a car coming to a slow stop grasped both of your attention, and the heavy footsteps of the two commonwealth troopers that subsequently stepped out. A few gunshots rang out as the soldiers began to deal with some of the dead, and the commotion was in full swing once an unsuspecting second group of walkers, courtesy of Negan, snuck up behind one of the soldiers, tackling him to the ground. That was Negan's cue. He made his way round the side of the building to deal with the unscathed lone soldier whilst you stayed put, drawing your knife and readying it in your hand for the group of walkers approaching up ahead. Negan was concealed when among them, but you were right out in the open. This had to be done fast and smooth, and there was no room for error. You heard a man cry out, and that was your cue. Negan stood over a writhing commonwealth soldier, grinding his teeth from the agony of the blow he'd just received to the side of his back. His screams signed his death warrant, and left him totally open to gathering everything you needed. You walked to Negan's side as he fought a rifle from the injured man's clenched fingers, and you bent down to retrieve the radio from his gear. Thankfully, the cluster of walkers opposite you were too occupied with the guts of the previous soldier to pay you any notice, but you were not gifted such luck with the other few gradually making their way behind you. The borrowed time you were running on became far more noticeable causing you and Negan to hastily slide the radio and rifle over to one of the parked vehicles, glancing at each other briefly as you made your way to the passenger side of the vehicle. He peeled off the whisperer mask from his now grubby face and swung the car door open in order to climb into the driver's seat, and you settled down into the passenger seat. The sound of your seatbelts clicking into place was concurrent, and Negan's foot was angled readily against the pedal.
"Me and you?" His words were purposefully designed to gauge whether you had his back just as much as he had yours, and if you were ready for whatever lie ahead.
"Me and you." You responsively affirmed, and the game was afoot.
Negan backed the car up a little before slamming down on the gas, the sudden jolt of speed numbed your lower back, playing havoc with your adrenaline. Eventually, a car caught up to you, the bullets that flew through the rear window and sounded as though they were flying just past your head announcing their presence.
"Keep your head down." Negan muttered firmly, himself lowering the best he could to avoid the onslaught of gunfire whilst still not leaving him blind to the road, his eyes still able to see just enough over the dash.
You ducked your head down, gripping the edge of your seat when Negan swerved onto another road, the momentum nearly taking your whole body with it. It could be another few minutes before we reached the road Daryl was stationed at, and you couldn't stand being pinned down for too long.
"Fuck this." You muttered, making sure the safety was off on your pistol and cocking it.
The sound of your firearm cocking into place caught Negan's attention, but he could do little to deter you since you were already rolling down the window and leaning out, your fingers taking hold of one of the handles on the roof of the car. The wind was blowing through your hair, and you raised your gun, focusing the precision of your aim to pierce the windshield. A shot flew past your head, and you narrowly avoided it, you just needed a little more time. You could barely hear Negan calling your name over the sound of the wind blowing past your head, and the roar of engines carrying through the air, but he was imploring you to get back in your seat. You aimed again, narrowing your target faster this time, and fired. The car slightly swerved, and it was clear that you had nailed someone, the rather insistent and trigger-happy passenger. There was a sense of accomplishment, and then you were yanked back into the car by the underside of your knee.
"That wasn't part of the plan." Negan huffed, restraining himself from violating the rules of his own game.
You rolled your window back up nonchalantly.
"It worked, didn't it?" You insisted just as reserved.
Your constrained bickering was interrupted by the sound of a collision, tires screeching and steel on steel as Daryl's vehicle caved the side of the car he'd smashed into, and you straightened your backs in your relief. The chase was over.
"You're a badass, alright? But, I just didn't want you to get hurt."
You glanced at him, and your stare softened, him too briefly tearing his eyes away from the road to meet your gaze.
"I can handle myself." You replied solemnly, and the corners of Negan's mouth turned into a small smile.
"I know."
The drive the rest of the way was silent, and you leaned your head against the glass, watching as everything you passed turned into one long stream of a blur. Faint vibrations made their way through the glass, thrumming against your temple. It was calm.
"Remind me of our story again?"
To make it through the commonwealth's standard processing system before you could be released into their civilisation you and Negan had devised a story that you would both have to accurately tell.
"We tell 'em that there was this friend of ours, April. She told us about the commonwealth, and we came to see for ourselves." Negan reiterated the tale he'd helped put together with Daryl, and your eyes widened a little.
"April?" You spared him a glance, the guilt in your eyes signifying the reminder of Negan's deceased girlfriend, and how he'd been knuckle deep inside you at the time of her death.
Negan chuckled inadvertently, slightly amused by the shock etched across your features.
"Different kinda April, baby. It was one of the women who Pammy's little brat son put up to that heist bullshit, one of the people they disappeared."
The explanation allowed you to compose yourself again, and you nodded in understanding. This drive felt a lot longer than it should have. Eventually, you arrived at the commonwealth, and you were incredibly cautious. The place looked about as daunting as you thought, and the cell-like room you'd been tossed into to be interrogated by the general of the commonwealth army did little to ease your apprehension. They split you and Negan up the moment you arrived, and if one of you screwed up, the other would surely follow. You had no idea how long you'd been sat for, the metal of the chair beneath you rather warmed now, and the idle tapping of your feet had become such routine it was almost like white noise. Finally, the door opened, allowing a burly, orange-armoured man to step through, and he looked a lot less than impressed.
"Get up, you're through."
For a moment you weren't quite sure what he meant, and then you realised that he must've spoken to Negan first. Thankfully, Negan was a smooth talker, albeit an annoying one, but a talker nevertheless. He could talk his way out of anything, which made the few months where he couldn't due to Rick having slit his throat rather pleasant. Often you wondered if his nonstop rambles were a way of getting back at you all for that, because god forbid Negan doesn't talk. You stood to your feet and made your way over to him, following him through the rather dull, confined building to a fire exit. He swung the door open and stepped out, and you trailed out behind him. Negan was already outside waiting, his arms crossed over his chest as he leant against the wall. Briefly, just for a moment, his eyes imperceptibly lit up when he saw you, and then it faded again.
"I'm gonna take you two round to the town square, and then you're on your own. Keep your heads down, and do whatever it is that you need to do. Are we clear?" His rather authoritative statement was quite blunt, but he was doing you a tremendous favour.
"Clear." You responded with gratitude, your brusque reply not allowing Negan the chance to speak.
Knowing him he'd have come out with something impertinent or crass altogether, you were happy to cut him off. He did exactly as promised, led you both round, and dropped you into the town square safe and sound, now you were on your own. It was more than anything you could have ever imagined, almost like a fantasy. The buildings seemed so modern, and for a moment, you felt as though you were transported back to what the world was like before, even down to how it smelt. It was eerie. Negan seemed just as baffled as you, more amused by the length of theatrics they had gone to make this seem like the old world. His brows were furrowed, and a smile teased his lips.
"Is this a joke?" You muttered, exchanging a glance with Negan as you seemed just as perturbed as each other.
"Negan?" A voice spoke, and you both turned to pair the face with the familiar voice.
Jerry. He was holding two ice cream cones, and looked almost as confused as the both of you, but for wildly different reasons.
"What are you guys doing here?" He queried innocently, and Negan beat you to an explanation.
"We're here to save your asses." Straight to the point.
Jerry decided it best we weren't so out in the open and led us to the one person he knew could help, Carol. When we came knocking on her front door she knew something had gone wrong, especially when Negan quipped about it being better had he stayed away, which you wouldn't argue with. She ushered you inside, and the discussion began. Carol was a smart woman, a sly creature that could see right through just about anybody in her path, and she always got what she wanted. So it was no surprise that she was the first to offer leverage, the governor's silver-spoon son, Sebastian. He was the bargaining chip for our pardon, and more importantly, our freedom. Anything from this point was totally unplanned, so Carol's strategy was the only thing that gave you and Negan some sort of direction. You seized it.
You pulled out the draw to one file cabinet, sifting through the documents in search of any sort of lead as to his whereabouts, and Carol did the same beside you. Negan was on the other side of the room, presumably out of earshot, and the silence grew tense. The tension you weren't quite sure of in its point of origin, not until she spoke.
"How long?" That was rather open-ended, and could mean many things, but implied the thing that you feared most.
"What?"
"You and Negan."
Your fingers froze, and your back grew hot, your top clinging to your now heated and clammy skin. If anyone was going to put the pieces together, it was Carol, that much you should have anticipated. But it still frightened you, knowing that you would have to say it out loud like this.
"Since Meridian." Uttering something akin to barely a whisper you lowered your head, partly in shame, and the other in denial.
You couldn't meet her eye, couldn't face the judgement in them, not yet. A beat passed, and the sound of her voice eventually resounded from your side again.
"I'm not mad at you, okay? But Maggie, you're gonna break her heart. You need to tell her before it goes any further, better it comes from you rather than somebody else." Carol was right, she always was.
But that didn't mean that you would do exactly that, and that you could confess something like that to Maggie. Carol moved on before you could say anything else, and Negan took her place. You hadn't spoken to him properly since you two entered the commonwealth, and I guess this was his way of checking on you. He glanced at you, and the way you hung your head was telling enough.
"Hey, you alright?" He spoke low, and you shook your head, still refusing to lift and meet his eye.
"She knows." You muttered, and he immediately interpreted what you were implying.
You never saw his face, but he lingered for a few moments longer, and then left you. You figured he must've known he was the last person you wanted to see, and that you needed a moment alone. Some solace to quell your sin. Eventually, Negan was able to retrieve the building's layout plan, and Carol was able to identify any parts that didn't add up. We had our lead, and now we just had to follow it. We chased the trail down the halls, through the corridors, until we came to a corner with a faint vertical rectangular outline, a door. Negan pulled the plant out of the way, and Carol wedged the crowbar in the door to pry it open. You stepped in first, the first thing that caught your eye being the rather pathetically splayed presumed Sebastian buried in a metaphorical heap of his own filth, and in other ways, quite literally. The room smelt repulsive, and the air was thick with the stench of piss and old food, sweat even. Sure, this was often the norm in this state of the world, but in a place like this? Well, that was just sloppy. Carol and Negan stepped in beside you, and the boot you dug into the end of the mattress that lie beside his head finally roused the sleeping brat, lifting his head to stare up at the source of ruckus with half-lidded eyes. He attempted to sweep the haze of sleep from his vision with the back of his palm as he spoke.
"What the hell, how'd you guys get in here?" He mumbled before making a poor attempt at pulling a gun on us, something Negan was quick to shut down.
He was out in front of you faster than you had realised the shit the kid was trying to pull, stamping his sole down right on Sebastian's hand and fingers, the pressure making him hiss and grunt his frustrations. He writhed beneath the pressure of his boot, and Negan only grinned all the while.
"Easyy champ." Negan drawled, making him squirm a little longer before finally lifting his boot and reaching down to retrieve the pistol he intended to point at us.
"What do we have here?" His eyes wandered over the gun in his hand briefly before passing it back to you, and you took it from him, lodging it in your pants and pulling your shirt back over it.
"Do you know who I am?" He exasperated, another feeble attempt at intimidating us into getting exactly what he wants, like just about anything else in life, handed to him.
"Ahh, do you know who I am?" Negan sighed pointedly with raised brows.
Well, if only he knew.
You tuned out for any of the following menial chit-chat, your attention only really being grasped again when Negan muttered something about Carol in relation to a magician, pulling bunnies out of asses and a life raft. How those things pieced together exactly? You would never know. Nonetheless, they managed to convince the little trustafarian asshole to go along with the plan, and it was time for the fun and rather spontaneous part; getting this prick through the crowd of civilians with pitchforks gathered at the town square, the ones out for his blood. The walk was fairly calm, and the plan was going over smoothly, until a passerby decided to pipe up. He starts wailing about how he's spotted Sebastian, and now you're running on borrowed time. Negan was the first to make a move.
"You guys go, I'll take care of this."
He was already turning as he spoke ready to grab our obnoxious witness, and you stood your ground, sharing a hurried glance with Carol to let her know you weren't going with her. The two took off, and you joined Negan in his attempts to calm this guy down. Negan just kept reaffirming how wrong the guy was, muttering excuses whilst the air was thick with anticipation, no matter how much you two made an effort to dissuade him. The real mess was when the guy decided to draw his fist back and deliver a blow to Negan's stomach, winding him enough for his hands to fall from the guy's shoulders, and to double over. You never thought you could be this angered by the sight of Negan getting hurt, but you saw red. Blood boiled beneath your skin and the adrenaline was almost instant, you swung. You clocked the guy right in the nose, and he stumbled back to clutch it, catching the blood that was surely about to run out of it. Everything was one overstimulating blur, and you could barely concentrate. You heard Negan yell, either for you or something else, and the butt of a rifle cracked across the back of your head. You went down face first, and your ears were ringing from the impact, but truly, you couldn't feel a damn thing. When you turned over the first thing you saw was down the barrel of a commonwealth soldier's firearm, and your hands instinctively raised in surrender at your sides. You looked to your right, Negan was doing the same.
What a shitshow.
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The Replacement - Part fifteen
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Part 14
Warning: swearing
You were busy going through the checklist of supplies that would be needed for the planned evacuation when you heard a commotion coming from the front gate. Hearing the voices becoming louder and more aggressive, you decided to check it out.
"What the hell is he doing here, Daryl?!" you hear Aaron yell out as you neared the group of people.
"I brought him back" Daryl replies.
"How the hell could you bring him back here?!" Aaron accuses Daryl, "he's with the Whisperers!"
"No, he ain't" Daryl shakes his head.
"Like hell he isn't!" you hear Aaron yell out again, making you suddenly very curious as to who they were talking of. "I saw him with my own eyes! He had his own mask. He's part of Alpha's group!"
You suddenly found yourself being overwhelmed with excitement as you realized that there was only one person that would cause such a reaction from Aaron. "Negan!" you cry out when you see that it really was him.
"Hey sweetheart..." Negan flashes you a dimpled smile.
"Oh great!" Aaron hisses out in response, "if it isn't Negan's number one defender, aka the one that let him out."
"Fuck you, Aaron!" you glare at him, "you know it wasn't me."
"Like I'm supposed to believe that after your emotional reunion right here" Aaron rolls his eyes in reply.
"She's telling the truth" Daryl speaks up, "it wasn't her... it was Carol."
"What!?" Aaron looks at him in shock, along with everyone else, "why?"
"So that he could kill Alpha" Daryl responds, "she knew Negan would be the best bet to pull it off. And he did... Negan killed Alpha..."
"Negan, killed Alpha?" Aaron looks at him in surprise.
Daryl nods his head, "and he saved my life."
"That's great news!" you remark, smiling at Negan with pride. "We don't need to evacuate then."
"Alpha's dead, but Beta ain't" Daryl responds, "we should still evacuate. He'll be out for blood... all of ours."
"Wouldn't it have been wise to take him out too?" Aaron arches a brow at Negan.
"Have you seen that fuckin Giant?!" Negan raises his hand up in disbelief at Aaron's remark. "I took out half of the problem... a thank you would be nice."
"Ain't ever happening..." Aaron glares at him.
"What did I expect..." Negan shakes his head, "didn't even thank me when I saved your ass the last time either."
"Don't push it" Daryl warns him.
"Fine..." Negan sighs out, "whatever..."
"Are we done here now?" you look to Aaron and then point to Daryl and Negan. "If so, I believe they should at least rest up a bit before we start evacuating."
"Yeah, we are" Aaron responds, glaring at Negan one last time as he walks away then.
"C'mere... sweetheart..." Negan smirks at you, spreading his arms wide once the two of you had been left alone.
You smile back at Negan and take a step forward but suddenly, you're stopped in your tracks as your nausea kicked back in when catching a whiff of the smell coming from him. "Oh, my fuck!" you cry out, slapping a hand over your nose and mouth. "You smell horribly like shit."
"They didn't really have showers out in Skin Freak City..." Negan looks at you offended. "Is it really that bad?" he then lifts an arm to sniff himself, "Oh, fuck! You're right... I do need a shower."
"You need two showers and a bath..." you respond, waving your hand in front of your face. "Home. Shower. Now" you instruct, pointing for him to move towards home.
Negan stood under the spray of the shower for what felt like hours trying to get the filth and smell off from his body, but no matter how much he scrubbed himself the guilt of having betrayed Y/N would never be washed from his mind and soul.
Negan knew he had no choice in the matter at the time, yet it still didn't stop him from feeling like a piece of shit; bringing back all the memories of what a complete asshole he had been when he had cheated on Lucille.
It was eating Negan up alive from inside and he knew telling Y/N was the right thing to do. Surely, she would understand that he had no other option, had he not given in to Alpha then she would have killed him that instant. He did what had to be done in order to save himself and therefore save Y/N and the rest of the community.
"Babe..." you knock on the shower glass door to get Negan's attention but he doesn't react, seeming to be lost deep in his own thoughts as he stares blankly at the tiled wall in front of him. You open the door then, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you ok...?"
"Fuck!" Negan jumps in fright, spinning around so fast he nearly slips in the shower.
"Sorry about that..." you apologise, staring at him in concern. "I called out to you, even knocked on the door but you didn't respond."
"It's ok, Sweetheart" Negan faintly smiles at you, his breathing still heavy as he tries to lower his heartrate.
"You sure?" you stare at him wide eyed.
"Yeah..." Negan answers, shutting the shower and turning back to you with a broader smile.
"Ok then..." you respond, "I ran you a bath. Threw some lavender and eucalyptus in to help get the smell off you and with any aches you might have. You're going to smell like a garden but at least its better than smelling like a cesspool." You physically shudder at the mention of how horrible he had smelt and Negan snickers a bit at it.
"Thanks Sweetheart" Negan smiles, tipping down to kiss you.
"Hold up!" you place a hand out to stop him, "did you brush your teeth?"
"Yes...." Negan bursts out laughing at your question.
"Ok then..." you respond, pulling him in for the kiss.
"Why did you ask if I brushed my teeth?" Negan looks at you in amusement once you guys broke the kiss.
"Didn't want to end up throwing up in your mouth if ya hadn't yet..." you reply matter-of-factly and Negan chuckles at your responds.
"Anyway, jump in the bath before the water gets cold" you tell him, "I set clean clothes for you out on the bed and I'll be downstairs in the kitchen making you something to eat if you need me."
Negan smiles at you lovingly, "thank you again Sweetheart..."
"No problem..." you smile back at him and take your leave of the bathroom to see to things.
"Here you go..." you state, placing Negan's leather jacket over one of the kitchen chairs. "It took a lot of effort and I had to place a peg on my nose but I finally got the smell out."
"Thank you for that Sweetheart" Negan smiles up from his plate of food in appreciation at you.
"My pleasure" you respond, "but tell me... did you roll around in a pile of shit or something?"
"You don't wanna know..." Negan responds with a shake of his head.
"Maybe you're right" you remark with another shudder, "it might just trigger my nausea again."
"Nausea...?" Negan looks at you in confusion.
"There was a wave of some sort of sickness going around after you had left" you explain to him, "a lot of people got sick; stomach problems, fever and one died."
"What?" Negan looks at you in concern, "what was it? Are you ok now?"
"I'm fine now... kinda..." you shrug it off, "turns out Dante was a Whisperer spy sent to infiltrate us. He sabotaged the water supply and that was what was making everyone sick."
"What?" Negan looks at you in shock.
"Yeah but he's dead now" you explain further, "Gabriel killed him."
"What? No shit!" Negan chuckles in surprise, "never knew Gabey had it in him."
"It was justified" you reply, "he killed Siddiq."
"What?!" Negan stares at you in shock, "Doctor Baby Daddy is dead?"
"Siddiq realized who Dante really was and what he had done, and Dante killed him because of it" you nod your head, "Rosita caught him red-handed and he nearly killed her and Coco too."
"Shit" Negan shakes his head, "I missed a lot things while I was gone."
"Yup" you respond.
Negan grabs your hand then, pulling you closer towards him. "But you're ok now, right?" he cups your face in concern.
"Still a bit nauseous here and there" you respond, "could be from all the stress as well. I'll be ok, don't worry..." you assure him with a smile, "especially now that you're back."
"You sure?" he presses you again with a narrow gaze.
"I am..." you smile, pressing your lips to his.
The kiss soon becomes more heated as you found yourself lost in the taste and smell of Negan; even though the world was in chaos around you at the moment, all you could of think was of how absolutely happy you were that were back in the arms of the man you loved. You had been sick with worry that you would never see Negan again, that you would never get to experience this moment between the two of you ever again.
As you reached for the zipper of his pants, Negan suddenly stops you. "What's wrong?" you look at him in surprise then.
"I-I..." Negan stammers, looking at you with almost dead eyes. "I'm just really tired Sweetheart" he exhales.
"Ok" you remark in understanding, "you should go upstairs and rest then. We have a long trip ahead, so it's better if you saved your energy."
Negan nods, giving you one last kiss and upstairs. As he laid on the bed in an attempt to get some rest, Negan couldn't help but mentally beat himself up. As much as he wanted you, he just couldn't bear to touch you; not after what he had done. It felt wrong and he felt dirty, and he just couldn't bear to soil you in that manner. Negan knew that he had to tell you about what had happened, but the question was; how?
Part 16
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Hi I’m kinda shy about this one. So the reader has been traveling with dead city cowboy Negan for awhile and she’s liked him for a long time but she’s a virgin and she wants him to take it.
Don't be shy bb, I am a slutttt for dead city Negan. Basically, think of this as if you were in Ginny's shoes, but you're 18.
Our Little Cabin
Dead City!Negan x Reader
Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, virgin reader, vaginal sex, fingering, family death (reader's mom), reader seduces the hell out of negan, extreme age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 50ish), masturbating (both), masturbating in front of Negan while he refuses to touch you, daddy-kink, breeding kink, cuddling, pure filth
A/n: If you like slow burn, sexual tension and a "hard to get" daddy Negan, this one is for you. I promise one day I'll finally write a fic without daddy-kink, but today is not that day.
"Can we go home now, Negan? My legs hurt." I complain, dragging my feet lazily through the leaves.
He stops and sighs, resting his hands on his hips. I stop too and stare at him. That damn cowboy hat.. I swear he wears it just to tease me.. and it's working.
"Yeah, doll. Sun'll be going down soon anyway."
"Ugh thank god." My head falls back dramatically and he chuckles as we start our way back.
Negan took me under his wing a few months ago when some assholes attacked Oceanside, killing my family and everyone I know. I was lucky - if you wanna call it that - enough to escape. I ran into Negan in the woods and it's just been me and him ever since. I'm thankful for him, considering I never had a dad or father figure growing up. My mom was my best friend.. and now she's gone. But at least I have him.
I've grown attached to Negan over the recent months.. But something feels.. different lately. I'm not sure what suddenly changed over the last few weeks, but I've caught myself imagining things about him that I shouldn't. Even touching myself to the thought of him. I feel so guilty afterwards, but I can't stop. I've never been with anyone.. never kissed anyone.. never touched anyone. And my body is screaming at me for it. I can't even look at him anymore without imagining what he looks like under his clothes.
"Why're you so quiet, kid?" He glances at me as we walk.
Ugh, I hate it when he calls me kid.
I shrug. "Just thinkin'."
"About?"
"Doesn't matter." And I've convinced myself it doesn't. I'll never be with someone romantically, because for one.. it's the apocalypse. It's not like I have a school full of hot boys lined up ready to ask me to prom. Not that I'd give them a chance anyway. I'd probably be more into the teachers. And second, the man I want would never think of me that way.
"That's not true."
"You don't even know what I'm thinking, so how can you say that?"
"Anything you think about - worry about - matters to me, y/n. So, spill."
We finally make it back to our little cabin. We've been staying in it for awhile, stocking it with food and supplies. No one has found us yet.. It's kinda nice. But I won't get used to it. Because nothing good lasts forever.
I throw myself on the couch dramatically, as if our walk that we've done a hundred times now could've killed me.
"I don't know... I just, I feel like most kids - people - my age have already experienced more in life that I have."
"Like?"
"Sex." I blurt before I can stop myself. I look to Negan to see his reaction, but he's surprisingly not that alarmed. His eyebrows are raised as he studies me, probably more shocked that I actually had the balls to say that in front of him.
"Listen, I don't really feel comfortable doing the whole birds and bees talk with you."
My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and I nod disappointedly.
"Sorry, it's just.. I - no one's really talked to me about it before. My mom said she would when I was ready.. but then she.. she.." I fight back the tears. I hate crying. You can't come across weak in the times we live in and I've been forced to be strong my entire life.
He looks at me finally and sighs, holding his arm out for me to come snuggle next to him. It's not the first time he's held me as I've cried over my mom. Won't be the last.
I bury my head in his chest, sniffling, as his hand rubs my back.
"Alright, kid. What do you wanna know?" He gives in, feeling sorry for me.
"Well, I know how it works, but I guess I just wanna know what it feels like." I feel him tense underneath me as he adjusts himself awkwardly.
"No boyfriends at Oceanside?"
"There were boys.. but none that I was interested in."
"You'll find someone when the time is right. You're still young."
"Well you don't have anyone, and you're.. not young."
"Jeez, kid. Thanks." He chuckles. "I did have someone. A few someone's actually. Lost them all to this cruel world." He admits and my heart hurts for him.
"Well, you have me now." I get more comfortable, laying my head in his lap and looking up at him. He shifts uncomfortably but eventually relaxes and even strokes my hair lightly.
"Yeah, I do. And nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe with me, doll." Butterflies swirl around in stomach, but I know he doesn't mean that in the way I wish he did. He sees me as a kid.. hell, as his kid. For a moment my heart sinks from jealously at the "someones" he mentioned. Lucky bitches.
"...Negan.. does it.. feel good?" I blush a little.
"Sex? .....Yeah, doll. It fucking feels good."
"Will you.. show me?" I stare up at him innocently and his hand abruptly stops stroking my hair.
He bends over, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Time for bed, darlin'." He pushes me gently up and off his lap before standing and heading to his room. The cabin is small but we each have our own rooms. His is the smaller one, right across from mine. He wanted me to have the bigger one.
I sit on the couch, feeling defeated and stupid. What was I thinking. I relax on the couch for a little longer, choosing to read a book to take my mind off what just happened. After an hour of barely keeping my eyes open, I close the book and head down the hall towards my room. I stop in front of Negan's door, peaking through the crack. He always leaves his door a few inches open just so he can hear if anything happens. My eyes widen when I notice the sheets are barely covering the lower half of his legs, revealing the rest of his body. His tan torso is exposed, showing his peppery chest hair, and his black boxers are low on his waist. I restrain myself from not jumping him right then.
I eventually make my way back to my room and change out of my clothes, throwing on some shorts and a tank top to sleep in. I can't get the image of Negan's body out of my head and find my hand slowly making its way towards my aching center once I'm finally in bed. I close my eyes, imaging Negan between my legs as I touch myself. I don't bother suppressing my moans, confident that Negan is fully asleep. "Mmm, Negan!" The sound of his name rolling off my tongue as I'm pleasuring myself brings me closer to the edge.
"Oh, Negan. Right there!" My door suddenly swings open and I snap my eyes open to see a worried Negan standing in my doorway.. still in his boxers. My hand flies out of my shorts and I throw the sheets over me.
"Oh my god, can you knock?!"
"I - you yelled for me." He says flustered. I notice the way his face reddens when he realizes what I was doing.
I gently pull the covers off me again and spread my legs a little.
"What are you doing, y/n?" He stands in front of me at the doorway, refusing to look at anything other than my eyes. That's okay.. I bet I can make him look at me down there. I like the challenge.
"What's it look like?" My bite the tip of my finger seductively at him before sliding my shorts to the side, completely revealing my pussy to him.
He glances down with a serious look across his face, like he can't believe I'm doing this. And neither can I. This is so unlike me, but I'm so desperate for him I don't even know how to control myself anymore.
The fact that he's still watching encourages me to continue. I use one hand to pull my shorts to the side and the other to slowly slide a finger through my wet slit. "I just wanna know what it feels like, daddy."
I study him closely, noticing the way his jaw ticks at the nickname. My eyes travel lower and I see his bulge through his boxers. It looks so big, but I'd be determined to make it fit no matter what.
My finger dips inside of me and I arch my back a little and moan, putting on a show for him. He stands with his back against the wall, refusing to move.
I start rubbing my clit slowly and get frustrated when he still isn't reacting. "Negan, please touch me."
He rubs a hand down his face with frustration. "Goddamn it, y/n."
"I just.. I need you. Please." I cringe at my desperate attempt to have him touch me. I need this man so bad it's embarrassing.
"I can't, baby."
"But you like watching me, don't you?"
I take it as a yes when he doesn't say anything and that's all I need before pushing myself over the edge. "Negan!" I cry out as my orgasm rushes through me. Even in the dark, I can see the lust burning through his eyes.
"Go to bed, y/n." He demands but I'm unable to read his tone. Is he mad, proud, annoyed?
I fall asleep at the thought of him giving in and touching me. Maybe if I think hard enough, I'll manifest it.. I heard that shit really works.
Negan's POV:
That girl is gonna be the fucking death of me.
She's been so flirty with me lately and I've been trying to ignore it. But fuck if she's not making it hard. Literally.. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now.
I refuse to touch my dick while thinking about her. She's thirty-fucking-three years younger than me for fuck's sake.
She's confused. She doesn't want me, and she damn sure isn't getting me. Apocalypse or not, it's still fucking wrong.
I drag a hand down my face and sigh. I shouldn't have watched her, but I couldn't look away. She flashed her fucking pussy right in my face and I just stood there.. watching her. Fuck me.
My dick is throbbing and I know I won't be able to sleep until I get some relief. "Fuck it."
I pull myself out of my boxers and immediately start stroking my dick. I think about anything but.. her. Fuck.. y/n. That pretty little wet pussy dripping right in front of me. The way she said my name when she came.
"Ahh, fuuuck. Y/n, fuck." I cum hard and fast and immediately regret it afterwards. Fuck is wrong with me.
I can't - and I won't let myself think about her like that again.
Y/n's POV:
I wake up before Negan and decide to read my book some more in the living room. It's a romance novel that I found one day in an abandoned car. I've read it four times already, but it seems to be the only romance I'll ever get in life, so why the fuck not.
"Morning, sunshine." Negan says sleepily as he walks towards the kitchen next to the living room. He grabs a handful of berries we picked yesterday and tosses them in his mouth before making me a cup full and putting them down next to me.
"Morning. Thanks." I say without looking at him.
He sits on the couch next to me. "You wanna talk about last night?"
My cheeks redden. "Nope."
"Okay, then I will." Great, here comes the lecture. "Y/n, I shouldn't have watched you. We both know that. But, I think you're just confused. It's just been the two of us for months now and you're all young and.. fucking horny and shit. But, us? It can't happen."
I stay silent, pretending to read my book.
"Seriously? The silent treatment? You sure did have a lot to say last night."
I remain stubbornly quiet, popping a handful of berries in my mouth.
"Y/n, I don't understand why you're upset right now. Talk to me."
"I'm not upset." I snap. "I'm embarrassed.. humiliated. I was stupid to think you'd ever be into me."
He sighs and I see his head drop out of the corner of my eye. "Darlin', if I was your age, I'd be all fucking over you. Trust me. Please don't be embarrassed, okay? You are hot as shit and any man your age would be lucky to have you. We can forget it happened if that's what you want." He holds his arm out again, and like always, I snuggle into him.
"I don't want to forget." My hand rests against his white t-shirt and I want so badly to slide underneath it and run my fingers through is tummy hair.
A moment of silence goes by before he finally whispers. "Me neither, doll."
I look up at him, my face dangerously close to his. "I love you, Negan."
His hand reaches up to caress my face as if he's scared to hurt me. "I love you too, baby... Just not like that."
He wipes the tear that falls from my cheek and my heart shatters in my chest.
One month later...
My feelings for Negan haven't faded; I'm just better at not showing them. We've been more touchier than usual... cuddling on the couch, holding hands when we walk, but nothing "inappropriate." We also haven't mentioned that night. It's like it never happened, which still hurts when I think about it.
I get done bathing myself off after dinner and slip into my usual sleepwear before crashing to the bed and pulling my book from the nightstand. I could quote every line in it by now.
I start to drift off right before a loud boom hits right outside my window, following a bright flash of lightning. I try to fall asleep, but every time I doze off, another loud boom jolts me awake. I toss and turn for an hour before deciding to do something I know I shouldn't.
I crack Negan's door open slowly, trying not to wake him and gently slip into bed next to him. I also may or may not have taken my sleep shorts off, leaving me in just my pink panties and black tank top. I ease underneath the covers and lay facing him. He's usually a light sleeper, so between the thunder and me sneaking into his bed, I'm surprised he's not awake.
I'm completely still for a good ten minutes, making sure he's still sound asleep before I make any movements. When he lets out a little snore, I slowly slide the blanket down off of him. I imagine myself reaching over and running my fingers through his thick chest hair. I keep sliding the covers down further and further, careful not to wake him, until I get to just below the waistband of his boxers. My eyes trail from the deep v in his abdomen to the black hairs peaking above his underwear and I let myself imagine what it would be like to touch him right now.. to slide my hand down his boxers and feel him. I've wondered how big he is for so long.. trying to steal glimpses of him through his pants when he walks, or catch him with the covers down while he's sleeping.
I decide to pull the covers slightly further down and my mouth gapes open at the sight. He's hard.. so hard that I can see the outline of him through his boxers as it threatens to poke through his underwear. My mouth waters at his size and I know if he ever put it in me, it would definitely hurt like hell.
After I've stared at it long enough to feel like a total creep, my eyes travel back up his body and I almost yelp when I see his head is slightly turned and his eyes are watching me curiously, as if he's been waiting for me to make a move.
"I - uh.. The thunder.. I got scared." I explain.
"Nice try, kid. Go back to bed."
"Negan, please. Just let me sleep here. Nothing weird, I just.. don't wanna be alone."
He sighs and that alone tells me he's going to let me. I hide my excitement as I turn over, facing away from him and snuggling into the covers. They smell like him.. musk and leather.. and the scent makes me practically feral. He's still on his back, but my ass is barely touching his side. It's hardly anything, and it's not like we haven't cuddled before, but the thought of my ass so close to him sets my insides on fire.
Another lightning strike hits outside his window this time and I flinch a little, not purposely meaning for my ass to press into him even more. He doesn't react and I wonder if he's already asleep.
"Negan...?" I say softly.
"Hm?"
"Will you hold me?"
"Y/n, you are seriously pushing it. Go to sleep."
a few minutes go by before another boom echoes in the distance and I jump a little again.
He sighs heavily and turns over, draping his arm over my waist and pressing his body firmly against mine. His dick is pressed against my ass, but it's not as hard anymore... and that hurts a little.
"Go to fucking sleep."
I hold his hand tightly against my lower stomach and embrace this moment with him. I want him so bad that I can literally feel my vagina throbbing. If it could speak, it would be meowing like a cat in heat right now. I close my eyes and imagine him sliding in me from behind. I get a little too lost in the thought and accidentally arch a little, grinding my ass further into him. I feel him grow to full length against me and the feeling is enough for me to squeeze my legs together, desperate for some pressure down there.
"Where the fuck are your shorts?" He says in a deep and sleepy voice.
I giggle as he breathes heavily into my neck before whispering again.
"What the hell am I gonna do with you, baby?"
"Touch me?"
"I'm already touching you, y/n. My fucking dick is basically between your ass cheeks."
"Not yet.. my panties are in the way." I slip my panties off my legs smoothly and discard them on the floor.
"Y/n." He warns but before he can tell me no, I'm bare from the waist down and pressing my ass back against him.
"Trying to give this old man a heart attack?" He chuckles deeply.
"I can try harder than that if you want me to." I tease.
"Fuck, baby. Go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret."
"Like what?"
"...Like pound that pussy so fucking good you'll never think about another man's cock but mine."
"If you love me, wouldn't you want to be the one to give that to me for the first time? Wouldn't you rather it be you than some asshole who doesn't care about me."
He doesn't answer, so I keep pressing him. I place my hand back on top of his resting against my stomach and slowly slide it lower towards my aching center.
"Don't start something you can't finish, darlin'."
"Oh, I'm very determined to finish." I spread my legs apart slightly to guide his hand over my wet center. His middle finger easily slides between my slippery folds and we both moan at the feeling.
"Goddamn. Fucking dripping for daddy. He growls in my ear before leaning up a little and pressing his lips to my neck from behind. I move my hand from his, letting him take control - finally.
His finger moves back and forth between my wet slit, gliding over my clit every few seconds and making me moan each time. His other hand slips under me and up to my neck, gently squeezing my throat.
"This what you wanted, baby?" He breathes in my ear and chills spread over every inch of my skin.
I nod quickly as I feel my orgasm build from just his light touch. He hasn't even put a finger in me and I'm already on the verge of tears.
As soon as his finger rubs tiny circles over my clit, I lose it.. moaning out for him.
"Thaaat's it, cum for daddy, babygirl."
"Negan!" I scream out as his hand goes from my neck to my mouth, muffling the sound.
"Don't need the dead hearing us, doll."
He kisses my neck once I've soaked his fingers and then brings them to his mouth.
"Mmm, fuck, this pussy tastes so good I might have to eat it everyday."
I turn around in his arms to face him. My hand goes up to hold his face and my fingers play with his gray hair. He kisses my forehead before meeting my gaze.
"This is so wrong, baby." He strokes my cheek gently.
"Can't be wrong if it feels this good."
He tilts my chin up to press his lips against mine. It's so much better than I ever imagined. He knows exactly what he's doing, and even though I've never kissed anyone, he takes the lead and I'm thankful for it. I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss, his hand gripping the back of my neck now. The feeling of is tongue in my mouth makes me clench my legs again, and I think he notices because his hand on my neck travels lower until it reaches the back of my thigh. He lifts my leg over his and his hand slides to my ass, squeezing lightly before his long fingers tease my entrance from behind.
His dick is pressed into me painfully and I can't wait any longer. I need to touch him. Feel him inside me.
I reach my hand inside his boxers and pull out his big, hard cock. I try looking at it under the covers between us.
"You've never seen a dick before, doll?"
I shake my head no and admire him. It's so perfect.
He closes his eyes as I stroke it. "Fuck. So innocent, baby."
He kisses my neck while I pull on him even more. "You sure you want this, baby?"
I nod. "Yes, please. I've been wanting this for so long, Negan."
He lines himself up at my opening, my leg still draped over his so that he's in between my legs.
"Once we do this, you're mine darlin'."
"I'm already yours."
That's all he needs to hear to finally push the tip past my opening. I've never had anything inside of me other than a finger, and the feeling of his thick head pushing through me and stretching my walls has my mouth falling open.
"Tell me to stop, baby."
"No, keep going. Please." I beg.
He slides deeper and deeper until he's buried inside me completely. He stays still, letting me adjust. and kisses me through the pain. A pain that feels so good. I kiss him back hard, scratching his back while grinding my waist pathetically against him repeatedly. I moan in his ear and give him the go ahead to start moving. He fucks me deep and slow at first, letting me get used to him.
"So fucking tight baby."
He growls in my ear and vibration of his deep voice sends chills through me again until my pussy flutters around him.
"Holy fuck, doll. Do that again."
I squeeze my cunt around him again and he lets out the hottest moan I've ever heard. Not that I've heard a man moan before, but I just know that his are the hottest.
"I won't last if you keep doing that, baby." He warns and the thought of him shooting his load inside me has my head spinning.
After a few more thrusts that have my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I feel myself reaching my orgasm again and hold him against me so I can grind against him and ride it out.
"Negan, Negan, oh my god.” I breathe out as I push myself so hard against him that my clit rubs against his pubic bone creating the friction I need to send me over the edge.
"Goddamn." He thrusts into me faster and harder. "Gonna make me fucking cum already, baby." He tries to pull out but you tighten your leg around him so he can't pull away.
"Cum in me, Negan. Please." I cry desperately. "I love you. I want all of you."
He kisses me hard before his hips come to a halt. He practically yells out when he shoots his load deep inside me. "Ah, fuck! Babyyy."
The sound of Negan cumming is even hotter than his moaning from earlier - I didn't think it could get any better but holy shit. We're both a tangled, sweaty mess while our hearts beat out of our chest.
We eventually fall asleep with our lips still touching and his softening dick still inside me.
I don't even worry about the possibility of what could happen in the future.. I know I'm safe with Negan.. Here in our little cabin. He gently strokes my hair as we drift back off to sleep.
BOOM. The thunder crashes outside again, but this time I don't even flinch.
"You're not scared of thunder, are you, doll?"
I smile against his chest. "...No."
The End.
Brb, going to take an ice bath.
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My partner just read me to filth as I was complaining about his lack of morally gray romance choices in his video games.
“I’m not gonna take this kind of slander from a Negan sympathizer”
I have never been more offended in my life
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Comfort Zone
Summary: Being shy was always a problem, but when Negan expresses interest in you, you have to step outside of your comfort zone in order to get the one thing you have wanted for years.
Characters: Negan & the reader (OC, second person).
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49606555
Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, rough sex, masturbation, just filth really, etc.
Notes: I asked for people to give a me a few ideas to write something short and quick...I was given the reader is shy and she is finally bold enough to take what she wants. So here it is. Hope you like it. @murphslass
What were you supposed to do when you were shy and the object of your desires was one of the most charismatic people you had ever met? That was something you could never quite figure out when it came to Negan.
Toward the beginning of when the world started to fall to shit, you were one of the first people that Negan had found with The Sanctuary. And you were loyal. Very loyal. But you were incredibly shy. It was a problem that you had since you were younger. Anyone who knew Negan would have known that he was the complete opposite. So when you were at The Sanctuary, it was really hard to stand out. Especially when you were around him. The biggest problem was that you always had a thing for Negan. Add that in with your shyness and that meant that you were never able to tell him. So you kind of just disappeared into the background. It was the small interactions that you appreciated. But it was never much.
When Alexandria defeated The Sanctuary, they brought you in with open arms. Hell, you were just someone living at The Sanctuary at the time. It didn’t hurt coming to Alexandria knowing that Negan was still here. While it terrified others to know that he was still living there, you found comfort in it. And when they started giving Negan more duties around Alexandria, allowing him to be outside his cell you were happy for him.
On occasion you would be the person that would bring him his meals, but you were still too shy to make small talk with Negan. Considering you had the hots for him for years it made things awkward for you. Even when he himself was trying to talk to you, you found yourself turning away. And as of late he was trying quite a bit. You assumed it was because he was lonely, you just didn’t find the strength you needed to talk back much.
Here you were again. Standing outside the door to his cell holding onto one of the platters carrying his lunch. Trying to coach yourself to finally say something and create some small talk between the two of you, you bit down on your tongue and sighed. Today was the day.
Carefully turning the knob to the door, you pushed open the door and felt your heart skip a beat when you stopped your movements. Laying stretched out across his small bed in his cell was Negan with his pants down at his hips and his shirt pushed up toward the middle of his chest. His long fingers were curled around his swollen cock while he was jerking off. Immediately you thought of turning around and letting him have his moment, but at that moment he didn’t notice that you were there. His head was tipped back with his eyes closed shut tightly. He was biting down on his bottom lip trying to stifle the faint, raspy moans that were still falling from his throat no matter how hard he was trying to hide them. His left was wrapped around the base of his erection while his right stroked over his solid manhood.
“Fuck…” Negan growled out and hearing him like that made a chill run down your spine. In all the time that you had known Negan of course you had pictured something like this. It was like something out of your own dreams, but you couldn’t believe that it was actually happening.
Something that resembled a whine fell from Negan’s throat and his lips parted. Soft pants were falling from him and it brought attention to the bulging vein at the side of his neck. You didn’t know where to look. Did you watch the pleasure that was flooding his sexy features while he jerked off or did you focus on his surprisingly nice cock that was throbbing in his grasp?
Another moan fell from Negan’s throat, his hips arching up toward his caress bringing your attention to his cock again. Your throat went dry looking at it. It was thick, with prominent veins running up and down the shaft. It was lengthy and the way he was caressing his fingers over his body drew attention to the mushroom shaped tip. Negan had a very nice dick and it did leave you surprised to see. Especially with the arrogance. When people were often cocky like Negan, it wasn’t very likely that they had something to match that ego, but he did.
His breathing grew louder, his hand moving faster over his body with his hips bucking up toward his grasp. Desperate pants were filling the air from his parted lips and you felt your heart racing at the sight. His left hand released the base to caress up and over his slender abdomen toward his chest. His raspy moans grew stronger alerting you to the fact he was about to come, but right as he was about to, he tipped his head back and his eyes opened.
Once Negan saw you, his eyes grew wide, your name falling from his parted lips when the first line of his cum shot out from the tip covering his lower abdomen and a few more ropes of cum followed. Jolting his body, Negan turned away from you. The muscles in his small bottom flexing when his orgasm clearly continued.
“Fuck. Shit. Fucking hell,” Negan’s worried breaths were followed with involuntary moans while he tried to pull up his pants. Breathlessly, Negan eagerly reached for the tissues in attempts to clean himself up. Maybe you should have turned away, but your body was frozen. Standing up from the bed, you saw that Negan’s cock was still twitching after its release and he was swiftly trying to push it back beneath the material of his boxer briefs before working together his pants. “I am so fucking sorry. I am so…so sorry.”
Curling your fingers around the platter that they had put his lunch on, you lowered your eyes and heard Negan’s labored breathing still filling the air. Lifting your gaze, you saw that he was standing at the bars of his cell, his fingers curled around them while his hazel eyes stared out at you.
“Shit,” Negan looked down toward the center of his pants and he adjusted his hips showing that the material was still straining to his body. Huffing out, Negan’s eyebrows furrowed and he raised his eyes back up to yours. There were goosebumps over your arms and even if it made you a pervert, you were incredibly turned on. “I swear I didn’t know you were coming down here,” a laugh fell from his throat when he shook his head, “I thought I would be the only one coming down here.”
Licking your lips, you headed to set the platter down at the edge of the bars and there was an amused smirk over Negan’s handsome features. That was obviously a joke he was trying to drop to lighten the mood, but you didn’t react at all.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just bringing you your meal and I…” you began finding it hard to keep eye contact with Negan. Hell, he caught you red handed watching him jerking off. You were embarrassed to say the least.
“I’m sure that’s not what you were expecting to see,” Negan cleared his throat uncomfortably, his dimples sinking in while he stared out at you. “I usually hear people coming down the stairs, but I guess I was in the middle of the act and I wasn’t thinking.”
“I totally understand,” you waved your hand about not sure of what to say when Negan brushed his fingers through his damp hair. “It looked like you were enjoying yourself and I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
A faint chuckle fell from Negan’s throat and you damned yourself for saying something so stupid. Shaking your head, you started to backstep toward the door assuming that he thought you were an idiot for saying what you did.
“Hey,” Negan called out once you made it to the door. Stopping, you kept your head down before gazing back over your shoulder at him. “Did you enjoy what you saw?”
There was curiosity in Negan’s eyes when you turned to face him and your hand was still holding onto the doorknob ready to run away like all the times before.
“Because it was you I was thinking about,” Negan slurred, his long eyelashes fluttering while staring out at you.
“Don’t fuck with me,” you breathed out with a long sigh knowing that was likely the furthest thing from the truth. “You weren’t thinking about me. You hardly even know me. I’m the least noticeable person around.”
“I’m not fucking with you. And fuck, I happen to disagree with you,” Negan spoke up, his eyes narrowing. “You always stood out. Even at The Sanctuary you stood out to me. So that’s bullshit.”
“You knew I was there?” you questioned hearing Negan let out a half laugh, his head tipping to the side. Sure, the two of you had talked a few times at The Sanctuary, but you always felt like a loner there. “You would have never known it.”
“No, because I wasn’t flirting with you all the time trying to test out if you would have been comfortable being one of my wives or anything,” Negan snorted, his eyebrows arching when you lowered your hands at your sides. “At first, I thought you didn’t like me because you were always running off and shit. So I never asked. But after seeing you right now, I don’t think that’s the case. You’re fucking shy, aren’t you?”
Searching for the right words to say, you had nothing and it made you sigh when Negan started to speak up again, “What’s not to like? You’re beautiful, you’re loyal, you’re kind…you just need to step outside your comfort zone a little. I saw the way you were looking at me, why never make your move?”
“I uh…I have to go,” you felt your face flushing over and you stepped back toward the stairs hearing Negan calling out your name but at this point you were too embarrassed to speak. So you did what you did best and ran away.
Later that day you were out late working around Alexandria and you saw Negan was being shadowed by Brandon. Once Negan spotted you, he spoke to Brandon about something and he headed over toward you from where you were working on gardening duty.
“Hey,” Negan uttered, reaching to pull the hat he was wearing from his head. Pushing his fingers back through his hair, Negan cleared his throat and tossed his hands up after he put his hat back on. “I was thinking…maybe the next time you come down to give me one of my meals, maybe you can stay. We can talk. Get to know one another or some shit. It can be like a first date. That is if you’re interested.”
“Really?” you breathed out, resting back on your knees and Negan nodded his head. While that sounded nice, you knew you were shy and would likely turn him off by acting that way. Especially after he told you earlier that you needed to step outside of your comfort zone. “I don’t know Negan.”
“Am I reading everything wrong?” Negan wondered, waving his hands about and his facial expression twisting. “Was I wrong about things? If that’s the case I just made a total ass of myself today, didn’t I? I am so sorry.”
“Hey…” you called out to him when Negan shook his head and held his hands up.
“You know what? It’s been a long time since I’ve done this whole flirting thing and maybe I’m rusty,” Negan backstepped toward the large amounts of laundry they had him doing. “Just ignore my idiot self and…I’m so sorry. About earlier, about this…don’t worry about it.”
By the time you finally had the courage to even speak up again Negan was already headed back toward the laundry and you cussed to yourself. Why couldn’t you just fucking say something? Negan was everything you wanted. Instead of heading back over there, you just kept up with your work and damned yourself for being this shy. Negan was saying everything you could ever want to hear earlier, why couldn’t you just believe it?
When night fell and the only light that was still available was that coming from the houses and the moon that was shining bright, you could see that Negan was still out finishing the laundry that he had been drying out all day. Sitting on the steps from the porch of the home you lived in, you watched him. It looked like Brandon had left for some reason.
Getting up from the steps, you made your way toward the laundry that Negan was taking down. Negan tossed another sheet into the pile that he had behind him that he would fold after he got them down from the lines. It was like a maze of sheets blowing in the wind when you approached Negan from behind.
“Negan,” you called out his name and he looked back over his shoulder at you. Turning on his heel, his hazel eyes were confused when you approached him. Grabbing a tight hold of the blue button down they had him wearing, you tugged him down toward you and claimed his lips in a forceful kiss. Stumbling forward, Negan groaned against your lips sending a vibration through them that made you moan.
“Whoa,” Negan breathed out when you pulled away. His tongue dragged out across his bottom lip and he smiled. Stroking your fingers over the back of his neck, you curled the longer hair at the bottom his neck around them before firmly shoving into Negan. Gasping out, Negan grumbled when he fell into the pile of sheets and clothes that he had tossed behind him. In a way, you two were hidden by the sheets that were still hanging from the lines. Adjusting his body, Negan watched when you carefully kicked out of your shoes, your fingers sliding in over the button of your jeans. Pulling it apart, Negan’s eyes watched carefully when you pushed them down your legs. “What are you doing?”
“Stepping out of my comfort zone. I’ve always wanted you Negan. I’ve just been too damn shy to take what I want, but I’m sick of that,” you muttered knowing that after what you had seen earlier with Negan it had left you aching in the worst possible of ways. “Seeing you earlier touching yourself like that turned me on more than you will ever know.”
“Yeah?” Negan’s breathing grew louder when you hooked your fingers into your panties pushing them down along with your jeans. Bravery was not something that came normally to you, but right now you were being bold because you wanted Negan and you wanted him bad.
Lowering down, you crawled in over Negan and eagerly reached for his belt to pull it apart, “If you don’t want this, tell me now before I make a fool of myself.”
“No, I want this. I want this a lot,” Negan responded reaching down to help you get his pants open. While you worked at the material, Negan reached for your shirt to pull it from your body and toss it aside. “I can’t promise you I’m going to last entirely too long because it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone, but I will fucking try.”
“Good, because I have no idea where that little creeper Brandon is and the last thing we need is him watching us,” you felt your heart hammering inside of your chest with Negan’s lips kissing down over your chest with his fingers reaching around you in attempts to unhook your bra. Managing to get Negan’s pants down his hips, you crawled in over Negan and grabbed a hold of his semi-erect cock. “You’ve just left me aching all day after what I saw you doing earlier and if I don’t have you inside of me right now, I might combust.”
“I wouldn’t want that,” Negan slurred, his head tipping back when your free hand reached to push the baseball cap that he was wearing from his head. His hair was messy and it was dark, but you could still see the longing in his eyes amongst the moonlight. Once Negan got your bra unhooked, he helped pull the material from your body before his large hands reached up to cup your breasts in a tender squeeze. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. Y’know that?”
Caressing over Negan’s cock fueled you more than you could ever imagine. Just having him grow solid in your grasp had your core throbbing with a fire growing in the pit of your belly. Lifting up just enough, Negan managed to get his button down off before swiftly working to get his t-shirt from his body. Bringing the two of you closer together, you felt the hairs from his chest tickling at your breasts and it made you hum with approval.
“Brandon is eating by the way. The little shit seems to trust me enough to finish what I have to finish,” Negan explained, his kisses trailing up over the side of your neck, over your jawline and toward your lips. Each brush of his lips over yours felt incredible and you couldn’t help but purr when he moaned against your kiss when he was fully solid in your grasp. Working your hand carefully between the two of you, you traced the swollen tip of Negan’s cock between your folds and his mouth pulled from yours. Looking between the two of you, Negan sucked at his bottom lip while you tugged your fingers through his dark hair. Adjusting over his body, you led his length toward your wet pussy taking him inside of you with an eagerness that neither one of you were expecting. Both of you moaned out as you lowered your hips down over him wanting to feel all of him inside of you. “Fuck baby. You’re so wet. This is still from earlier?”
“Be quiet,” you instructed hooking your arms around his shoulders and bracing your knees to give you balance when you started rocking your hips over his length in enthusiastic movements. Shakily, Negan’s hands braced at your hips while his eyes connected with yours. “We don’t need people coming out here and seeing us like this.”
“Would that embarrass you?” Negan wondered, his squared jaw flexing while you enjoyed the way his body filled and stretched you. It had been so long since you were with someone and having Negan of all people inside of you fueled you all the more.
“No,” you shook your head, your lips hovering over his while you bounced steadily over his cock making him faintly moan against your flesh. “The only person’s opinion I care about here is you. I don’t care if someone sees me riding your big cock. I just don’t want you getting in trouble for it.”
“Fucking hell,” Negan winced while your tight canal clung to his throbbing erection. Burying his nose against the side of your neck, Negan did his best to stay quiet. Your fingers caressed over the long planes of his shoulders and toward his neck enjoying having him close like this. “You feel so fucking good.”
Crying out, you knew that you were desperate to make some kind of noise but knew you couldn’t. Now that Negan was inside of you, you never wanted him to leave. It felt that good with how hard he was. Pausing for a moment when you dropped down, your hips shook and you felt his fingers digging harder into your flesh.
“It was such a shame seeing you waste all of that cum earlier,” you muttered hearing Negan’s moan follow, his head tipping back to stare out at you with awe. It was obvious that what you said had shocked him, but he liked it. “I would have much preferred that it was me that you were pumping all of that cum into.”
“You’re dirty,” Negan mused with a smirk, his palms sliding up the lengths of your abdomen toward your breasts to caress over them. Your hips were trembling feeling him stagnant inside of you, but you wanted to remember exactly what it felt like having him solid, filling you, touching you and looking at you with so much desire. “You may be shy, but you’re not innocent in the least, are you?”
“I’m whatever you want me to be,” you purred tipping your head back when he lowered his head down to take your breast into his mouth. Lapping his tongue at your nipple Negan sucked faintly at the flesh before moving toward the other breast to do the same. Firmly grasping to your hips, Negan adjusted the both of you and planted his feet so he could start smacking up against you again and again. Wet sounds filled the night air and there was a cool brisk to it causing chills to flood your body.
“I just want you to be mine,” Negan alerted you knowing that neither one of you were really being as quiet as you should have been. You felt full with Negan’s cock inside of you. Your fingers were digging into his chest, possibly breaking the skin, you couldn’t see that well in the dark. But Negan seemed to be enjoying it. Rolling you over onto your back, Negan crawled in over you and reached for your wrists. Urging them up, he pushed them into the pile of clean clothes that were beneath you. There was a bit of strength with his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrists, but you liked it. Pounding into you with reckless abandon, Negan hovered his lips over yours and he kept his eyes locked on you wanting to watch every reaction you had to him fucking you. “I’d really love to come down your throat one day, but since you are so desperate to have a pussy full of my cum, I’d really hate to let you down.”
“You better make me come first,” you hummed and a wicked smirked tugged at the corners of his lips. Lowering down in closer to you, he adjusted his body so that the two of you were pressed up against each other. The weight of him over you felt incredible when he released your wrists and reach down to pull your hips up closer to his. Rolling his hips in calculated movements had your body arching toward his. The change in position had his groin rubbing up against yours with every plunge and pull his cock made inside of you. It brought forth an incredible amount of friction over your clitoris while the swollen tip of his cock was hitting your g-spot in all the right ways.
“That won’t be a problem,” he breathed out with a smug expression, his lips covering yours again and it was a smart decision because it was going to be hard to hide the sounds that you were starting to make. This wasn’t a way to draw things out. No, this was a way for him to make you come and come fast. Your body bounced upward with every thrust he made, but you clung tightly to him. Kissing Negan was intoxicating. It enhanced everything that much more. You weren’t used to this kind of deep penetration, but he was doing a hell of a job proving to you why you made the right decision tonight. “Think of all the orgasms you could have been having if you would have just made your move at The Sanctuary. This dick could have been yours this whole time.”
“It’s mine now,” you panted against Negan’s lips, an amused rumble vibrated against your mouth when he nodded. “And I want it inside of me as much as possible.”
“I won’t fight you on that darlin’,” Negan mused with an arch of his eyebrow when you brought him in closer to you so you could silence your moans with his kisses again. A rushing ache flooded to your head and you tried your best not to pull away from Negan’s kisses. Negan’s thrusts were fast at this point hitting everything just right enough to make your hips pull away from him. Biting into your bottom lip, you closed your eyes and felt everything shaking. Your body grew hot and you couldn’t believe just how good Negan delivered. “Well fuck, I’m going to have to be doing these clothes again tomorrow, aren’t I?”
“I am so sorry,” you apologized feeling Negan’s long fingers tracing lines over your wet sex after he had just drawn you to come and come hard. “I didn’t know I was capable of that.”
“You’re going to be having a lot of those now, so get used to them,” Negan’s fingers circled your sensitive clitoris before reaching back for his throbbing cock to let it enter you again. Teasing his lips over yours, Negan smiled and a wicked chuckle fell from his throat. “Never apologize for having those kind of orgasms. Ever. These clothes were doomed in the first place. I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum and I come a lot.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” you curled your fingers around Negan’s neck, leading him back to you and in no time, he was back at pounding inside of you. “Fill me up.”
“I’m almost there,” Negan alerted you, his moans growing more frequent. Having Negan use your body in a way to bring out the most intense amount of pleasure for him brought forth so much joy for you. You felt him throbbing inside of you, but also at the same time you heard movement. “Fuck…”
Stretching his arm out, Negan grabbed one of the sheets that was hanging and yanked on it hard enough to bring it down. Pulling it in over the two of you, the sound of movement didn’t stop Negan’s incredibly powerful thrusts. His head tipped back, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when his thrusts started to falter with the way that he was moving. Crying out, you tipped your head back feeling the pulsating of his hard cock inside of you. It was followed by the warmth of his cum filling you and God did it feel good. You asked and Negan was delivering.
With his forehead pressed to yours, it felt like the world was spinning and he still kept up with his movements until the very end making sure that he filled you with every drop of his release. Laying over you, Negan kissed over the side of your neck and you held onto him loving the sounds of him breathing heavily.
“Negan?” a voice called out making Negan turn his head to see that Brandon was pushing through the sheets. When he saw the two of you together it made Brandon’s eyes immediately drop. “Oh shit. I am so sorry. Are…you…okay?”
“I’m fine,” you went to move, but Negan shook his head and hushed you. Negan was still very much inside of you, but you were surprised that he wasn’t at all worried with Brandon standing over you like that.
“Listen, kid…” Negan grumbled, his breathing still loud enough for him to have to pause while he was talking. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to have sex. Do you think I can bring this beautiful woman with me to my cell so we can finish up? I promise to have her out by sunrise. In fact, I will be ready to finish all of this in the morning.”
“Negan, you know I’m not supposed to do that,” Brandon’s eyes shifted before letting out a tight breath. “Yeah, okay. Whatever.”
“Thanks kid. You’re a real lifesaver,” Negan gave an arrogant bob of his head and motioned Brandon to turn around. “Could you…”
“Of course,” Brandon immediately turned around and Negan was careful in the way that he managed to bring you up with him, keeping his cock still inside of you when he wrapped the sheet around the both of you to hide your naked bodies as much as possible.
“I know this is a lot, but could you bring our clothes to my cell?” Negan requested back stepping slowly to bring you with him. Thankfully you weren’t that far away from his cell, but it was incredibly awkward still being pressed body to body with him with his cock inside of you. Getting down the stairs was the hardest part. His release was felt escaping somewhat as you both tripped down onto the small cot that he had. With the noise it made, you were surprised that it didn’t break.
“Try to be quiet, okay?” Brandon requested dropping the clothes that he had picked up for both of you at the corner of the cell. “And if you get caught, I didn’t do this.”
“Yeah, you’re a fucking champ kid,” Negan muttered when Brandon closed the door behind him when he left and Negan’s snicker fell from his throat. There was a small lantern at the corner of his cell giving more light to it than there was outside. “That kid hero worships me for some reason. They thought they were punishing me by putting that kid on me, but he really would let me get away with everything.”
“Is there a reason you made us walk back to the room with your cock still inside of me?” you pondered seeing the arrogant smirk tug at Negan’s lips. Getting up carefully, Negan finally pulled his now softening length from your body watching the pool of his cum pour out of you. Collecting some of it over his fingertips, Negan pushed his fingers back inside of you to coat the walls of your pussy with it. It made you whimper and tip your head back. “Negan…”
“I wanted to see your pussy full of my cum,” Negan informed you using some of the cum that had pushed out to stroke it back and forth over the lengths of your sex. “Plus, I liked watching you squirm with my cock inside of you and a stranger near.”
“You’re crazy,” you noted with a purr noticing the way that Negan drew shapes over your lower abdomen after he pulled his fingers from your sensitive body.
“But you like it,” Negan commented, his wolfish smile expanding over his handsome features. “I also was able to buy us some time until morning. Give me about twenty minutes and I’ll be able to add to what’s already inside of you. That’s if you’re interested of course.”
“I won’t tell you no,” you reached for him, pulling him in over you on the small cot. Adjusting his weight, Negan made sure to lay over you in a way that kept you comfortable while he stroked his fingers over the side of your face. Peppering faint kisses at your lips made Negan hum with a happy smirk tugging at his lips. “Although this is pretty nice too.”
“So you’re both a romantic and a freak,” Negan teased with a wink, nuzzling his nose in against yours while he laid in over you. “That’s good to know because I am too. And I’ll happily cuddle you for as long as possible because I live for this kind of shit doll. You have made my fucking day. I hope you know that.”
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Warnings: Language, Smut, Sex, Oral, Blowjobs, Face sitting, 69, Woman on top, Daddy kink, Fluff, Cuteness, Filth
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Chapter 11
Roxy’s P.O.V
Negan had decided that we needed some time away from everything so he had taken me away from the city. As well as Gwen, Simon, Bisou, Zeus and a handful of staff. We pulled up outside a huge country house in the middle of nowhere. It was stunning. Negan opened the car door for me and gave me his hand, helping me out of the car. He was such a gentleman. I smiled to myself and headed inside. Negan took me on a tour on the mansion, knowing how eager I was to look around. He led me back downstairs and to the back of the house.
“Now, I’ve saved the best for last,” he explained.
He opened the French doors to the back of the house, which overlooked a lake. Wow. This place really was beautiful.
“How do you not live here all the time?” I asked.
“It’s just a summer house, if I lived here all the time it would lose its charm.”
I kissed his cheek and led him outside, wanting to get a closer look. I’m sure this would look even more beautiful during sunset. I wanted to jump in and swim around now but right now I needed to unpack my clothes. Swimming could come later, I hope I brought a bathing suit. Negan kissed me softly, his arms wrapped around me.
“I’m glad you like it so much,” he spoke.
“Are you kidding? I love it.”
His smile grew and he kissed me once more. Eventually we headed back inside and I headed upstairs to our room to unpack. It had been nice to sleep in the same bed as someone else for once. There was a sense of safety that came with it. All my irrational childhood fears no longer existed all because Negan was sleeping next to me. The darkness wasn’t so dark anymore, the silence wasn’t so deafening and any closet monsters were no longer there. I unpacked my clothes and decided to unpack Negans as well. We’d been together what felt like five minutes and we were already bed sharing and closet sharing. I know my mother would scold me for doing all this so quickly but it just felt right.
I felt like I’d been accepted into a huge family. Gwen and Simon made me feel so welcome, although Bisou was the one who had really taken a liking to me. She was currently sat on the bed, watching me unpack. She was inching closer to me in the hopes for attention. I smiled at her and scratched behind her ears before kissing the top of her head. There was a soft knock at the door and I called in whoever was outside. Gwen stuck her head through the door although the door was opened wider as Zeus pushed his way inside to get at Bisou.
“Dinner will be at six, I’ve been instructed to ask that you wear something fancy,” Gwen smirked.
Something fancy? So, something was obviously planned for tonight. I’m sure I could find something.
“He didn’t feel like telling me himself?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.
“He’s busy, preparing for tonight.”
“Oh, so its super special then.”
“Apparently so.”
Gwen closed the door after coaxing Zeus out of the room. I turned to Bisou, my arms crossed over my chest.
“I suppose your gonna have to help me find something to wear.”
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Later I had managed to pick something out. A mid sleeve and mid length black bodycon dress that was covered in glitter. I checked my reflection in the mirror before slipping on my heels. I righted a curl and checked there was no lipstick on my teeth. I headed downstairs and into the dining room where Negan was sat waiting. He turned his attention to me and smiled.
“Your prettier than Marilyn Monroe,” he spoke.
I smiled, blushing a little at the compliment. I sat down at the opposite end of the long table. This was a really long table and with only two people it just seemed to grow in size.
I mockingly put my hands around my mouth, “so what’s for dinner?” I shouted.
Negan chuckled and got up from his chair, “let’s find a smaller table.”
I followed him and he led me into the kitchen where we sat down at a smaller table. Now this was much more cosy. I sat opposite him although he was soon on his feet, dismissing the kitchen staff and taking over.
“I had no idea you could cook,” I spoke.
“I like to be full of surprises.”
Negan dished up and put a plate down in front of me. Spaghetti Bolognese.
“Now don’t hold out on me, I want a proper review on how good this is,” he smirked.
“How good? We'll see about that.”
I dug in and took my first bite. Ok, now this was good. Negan had yet to touch his food, waiting for my review.
“Ok, I stand corrected, this is amazing,” I praised, “although you technically just served it.”
“Actually, it’s my mother’s recipe and I was preparing it this afternoon hence why I asked Gwen to tell you about dinner.”
“My apologies.”
“I’m sure you can make it up to me later.”
I felt heat rise to my cheeks and continued to eat in the hopes he wouldn't notice. The door swung open and Bisou padded in, sitting under the table in the hopes one of us would drop something for her to eat. Negan and I began to talk about each other’s parents. Negan had grown up with just his mother as his father had ran out on them not long after he'd been born. My parents were now divorced although thankfully they made an effort to get along when I was present. Neither of us had siblings. Although apparently Negan had quite the large family thanks to the number of aunties and uncles he had.
Once we finished our meal we moved on to dessert. Key Lime Pie. This was not made by Negan however, apparently Simon had a knack for baking which surprised me. After dessert, Negan cleared away the plates and led me out to the back of the house. He laced his fingers with mine and my eyes focused on the small lights in the distance. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could make out a white gazebo that was completely decked out with flowers, fairy lights and candles. I turned to Negan, grinning ear to ear. Who knew a ruthless mob boss had a sweet, romantic side. I was definitely going to make it last as long as I could.
“So, who set this up?” I asked.
“Just because I have a bunch of staff doesn’t mean I can’t do things for myself. Why do you think Bisou was with you all day?”
“Oh, so you sent her up as a distraction.”
“Partly. She also just really likes you.”
“Well good, I really like her too. Both of you.”
We climbed the steps of the gazebo and I looked out at the lake. This evening was going perfectly. The stupid cliché part of me wanted it to last forever but we both knew that eventually we would both have to head back to the city and deal with Rick. I knew Negan wouldn’t let me get involved because he would want me to stay safe, yet I felt like I should be doing something to help. Even if I didn’t fight, maybe I could help him with the strategy.
But I wouldn’t bring that up now and ruin the mood. I laced my fingers with his once more and led him down to the lake. I removed my heels and sat down on the edge of the deck, dipping my toes in the cold water. Negan joined me after taking off his shoes and socks.
“I never thanked you,” I spoke softly.
“For what?”
“Saving my life, that’s twice now. It seems to be becoming a habit.”
“I told you the first time that you don’t need to thank me.”
“I know, but I’m saying it anyway.”
“In that case, if we’re just saying things for the fucking hell of it, you really look beautiful tonight.”
I smiled, blushing once more. Before I had chance to come back with a sarcastic response in the hopes of making him laugh we suddenly both got hit with rain. I squealed at the cold water and got to my feet quickly. I’d had one shower today, I didn’t need a mother nature styled one. In a matter of seconds, it was falling heavily and I could feel it soaking through my dress. Negan took my hand in his and we both ran back to the house, both of us laughing at each other like a pair of school kids. By the time we reached the house we were both completely drenched.
Negan closed the door behind us and led me into the lounge where he got a fire going. He then threw a bunch of blankets and cushions on the floor to set up a place for us to sit and get warm.
“You want a towel?” He asked.
I shook my head, “I think we should just get out of these wet clothes instead.”
Negan met my gaze and I could tell by his body language that he was holding himself back from completely tearing it off me. Hesitantly he closed the gap between us, cupping my cheek and looking me dead in the eyes.
“That what you want baby girl?” He asked.
I nodded, biting my lip, which gave him all the confirmation he needed.
He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me slow and passionate at first. He was trying not to rush things even though I knew he wanted nothing more than to get his hands on me. Negan trailed kisses across my cheek and down my neck. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He reached up and pulled down the zipper of my dress. I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him once more, nipping at his bottom lip. This seemed to spur him on and he hastily pulled my dress off. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside. He took a step back, his eyes traveling across my body.
I gave him a small twirl, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of my lips. Negan pulled me back against him, so his hard cock was pressed against my rear. He wrapped one around my stomach and the other around my neck in a possessive manner.
“Don’t fucking tease baby girl,” He spoke low in my ear.
“Why not? You can’t handle it daddy?”
He chuckled, “oh baby girl I don’t think you’ll be able to handle me.”
“We’ll see.”
The hand wrapped around my stomach trailed down further and slipped into the black lace of my panties.
I gasped as he began rubbing my clit. I could feel my knees beginning to buckle as he continued the pace. I’d waited long enough, patience was not the first thing on my mind right now.
“Daddy please,” I whined.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, please.”
Negan removed his hand from my panties before removing his tie. I lay down amongst the cushions and blankets, enjoying the warmth of the fire on my bare skin. Negan removed his suit jacket and climbed on top of me, kissing me again.
I wrapped my arms around him, letting him position himself between my legs. I began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off him in a hurry. Next to go was his belt, then his trousers.
“I think you should sit on my face baby girl,” Negan suggested.
I bit my lip at the idea. Most guys would skip things like foreplay and oral, especially oral. I nodded and we both removed our underwear. Negan lay down next to me and got himself comfortable before I positioned myself over him, my thighs either side of his head. He pulled me down further and lapped at my clit. I moaned, falling forward and bracing my hands on the blankets. Now I was eye level with the head of his cock.
I smiled to myself and poked my tongue out, licking the tip. Negan grunted, the sound muffled and his hips bucked. I did it again, my smile growing the more desperate he became. I traced the vein along his cock with my tongue before finally taking him in my mouth. I heard Negan curse, his grip on my hips getting tighter, probably enough to leave bruises. I continued taking him in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, making me gag a little and tears prick at my eyes. I relaxed my breathing and began moving my head back and forth, slow and teasing. Negan continued tracing various patterns across my clit with his tongue before his tongue moved lower and licked around my entrance.
I whined, the sound muffled by his cock in my mouth although the vibrations made him groan against me. I didn’t know how much longer I could last when he was that expertly skilled with his tongue. I wish he’d given me some sort of warning. My tongue flicked over the slit of his head, tasting the salty evidence of his precome. My stomach tightened and I had to come up for air, his cock slapping his stomach with a slightly wet sound. How the hell could he expect me to focus on returning the favour when what he was doing was so fucking good? My nails began to dig into the blanket as I neared my climax. I cried out his name as I finally tipped over the edge, I couldn’t help but rut against his face as the pleasure filled every inch of my body.
Eventually overstimulation hit and I climbed off him, collapsing beside him as a panting mess. Negan looked down at me and smiled, his lips shiny with evidence of my release.
“I told you, you wouldn’t be able to handle it baby girl,” he said smugly.
“Uhuh,” was all I could manage.
He chuckled, rubbing my lower leg as we lay head to toe. Thankfully he was giving me time to recover before the main event. Once I regained some energy I climbed back onto Negan, his lap this time. I leaned down to kiss him, rolling my hips against his.
Negan slowly pushed into me, both of us moaning at the feeling. I started a slow pace, as I adjusted to his size. I placed my hands on his chest to keep myself steady, whilst he gripped my hips once more. I sped up my pace, moaning louder. Eventually Negan took control and rolled us both over. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he started a fast pace. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he pressed his forehead to mine. I kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth.
“Your mine baby girl,” he spoke, that possessiveness making itself known once more.
“Yes daddy.”
I would say anything at this point to make him happy as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
Negans pace became harder, the sound of skin on skin and our moans and groans filling the room. My nails dragged down his back and I threw my head back. This gave him access to my neck, which he then proceeded to cover in purple and red marks. Marks that said I was his and only his. I knew I was going to last much longer with already being stimulated. I let out a particularly loud moan that then earned a bark from outside in response. Oh god, I was being that loud that Bisou probably thought I was being attacked. Negan and I paused, our attention on the thankfully closed lounge door. She began scratching at the door trying to get in before trying to shove her nose through the small gap between the bottom of the door and the floor.
This however didn’t stop us and Negan resumed his pace, now determined to make me cum a second time. It didn’t take much longer and I came one more, whining and cursing his name. Negan reached his own soon after, groaning against my neck. We both lay there still for a moment, panting and coming down from our highs. Negan kissed me softly and placed another soft kiss to my forehead before getting up and wrapping a blanket around himself. I wrapped one around myself too as he headed over to the door to let Bisou in. She burst inside, barking and rushing over to me to make sure I was ok. She licked my face before sitting beside me with her head on my lap.
“I’m ok silly,” I reassured her.
“She’s more than ok,” Negan smirked.
“Get down her and snuggle with me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Negan lay down next to me, grabbing another blanket to cover us with. I pulled him close, resting my head on his bare chest and feeling completely at ease. We both lay there for a while before eventually the three of us fell asleep.
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