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The Boy’s a Liar / bfd!Negan x Reader / no-apocalypse AU 🧟

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, boyfriendsdad!negan, oral (female receiving) use of belt, squirting, swearing, use of degrading names, general Negan ness, voyerism, unprotected sex, reader is a little evil to her boyfriend : NOT PROOFREAD YET

Summary: Reader finds out her boyfriend cheated on her via a Snapchat story, she takes sweet revenge with her boyfriend’s hot as fuck dad.

A/N: I’ve never wrote for breeding kink before so please be kind lol 🤍 I had a lot of fun with this one!

“Fucking waste of my damn time.” You cursed yourself, boys are so stupid. You couldn’t stop watching the Snapchat story of your boyfriend’s best friend, your boyfriend so obviously kissing a woman that wasn’t you. Not a care in the world, disrespecting you and the values you held in a loyal relationship. You didn’t know it this was a common occurrence that you just hadn’t noticed or a drunken one off. Not that it mattered, it was still a betrayal of your trust.

Eyes glossy with tears, you were driving towards your boyfriend’s house that he shared with his father, Negan. You didn’t even have a speech prepared, what you were going to say, if this was the final nail in the coffin of your relationship, your mind was running at a mile a minute.

Pulling into the driveway, you turned off the engine and put your car keys into your handbag, getting out and walking with purpose to the front door, your heels slamming on the concrete floor. You knocked on the door loudly, no answer. You knocked again, your hand shaking with annoyance.

The door finally opened but it wasn’t your boyfriend who stood before you, it was Negan.

“Hey doll, what you doing here so early? I was just making breakfast if you wanted any?” He offered before he took a proper look at your face, noticing the black tears of mascara that ran softly down your face.

“I don’t know what kind of fucked up morals you’ve taught your son, Negan, but I thought you were a better man. Obviously I was wrong.” You said with spite, you were letting your feelings be known to anyone who would listen. It was just unfortunate that it was the wrong person to direct your anger towards.

Technically, Negan hadn’t done anything wrong, but he was guilty by association in your current messed up state. You just needed to vent at someone, and Negan was the closest person to your boyfriend.

“Woah, doll? What’s wrong, what’s he done?” Negan moved aside so you could come in, walking towards the kitchen, the smell of fresh bacon and egg filling your nostrils. You placed your handbag on the kitchen counter, arms crossed, your hand playing with your necklace.

“He went out last night and he kissed a girl, I saw it on his friend’s Snapchat.” You managed to get out through a small sob, your eyes filling up with tears again. You couldn’t believe you were crying like this in front of his dad, you felt embarrassed.

“Jesus Christ, I’m sorry dollface, I didn’t raise the kid to do shit like that, we are loyal to our women.” Negan sighed, his hand running through his salt and pepper beard, trying to find the words to make the pain in your heart go away. His eyes watched you as you grabbed a tissue from the box placed on the dining table, using your front phone camera as a mirror to wipe your tears away.

“You know what though, it might be a blessing in disguise.” Your head whipped around to give him a look of disbelief, in what world could this be a blessing? “What the fuck do you mean, my boyfriend cheated on me? How could that even remotely be a blessing?!” Feeling your anger building up again, Negan walked around to your side of the counter, towering over you, his head coming down to whisper in your ear. “Oh please, Y/N. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me, remember that party a couple months ago, goddamn doll, you couldn’t take your eyes off my dick in them swim shorts.” He gave a small laugh, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his eyes watching your chest raise with each breath you took. “You need a real man to take care of you, I heard you with him. I’m experienced enough to know when a woman is faking it to spare a man’s feelings.” Your eyes met with his, how on earth could he tell. You couldn’t even deny it, while your boyfriend was good enough, he was too soft with you, complaining when you’d asked him to just choke you a little bit. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, he’d said, your eyes rolling in annoyance.

“How the fuck do you know that?” You asked, his cologne hitting you in the face as he got ever so closer to you. “Like I said doll, I know women. You want to be played with don’t you? You want someone who knows how to please you properly, give into it doll. I could give you all the pleasure you’d ever need.” You let out a soft moan, knowing this was wrong but your petty nature taking over, not only was this such an evil way to get back at him, you longed for Negan. He was right on the nose with how you looked at him, you’d always found him attractive, just trying to stop yourself from jumping his bones whenever the two of you were around each other.

“Fuck it, I’ve always wanted to know what your cock feels like, deep inside me.” You whispered out, your hands wrapping around Negan’s neck as he captured your lips in a kiss. His hands finding their way to your ass, squeezing the round globes hard.

He lifted you up, walking towards the stairs. “I’m going to have you begging for mercy when I’m finished with you doll.”

It was almost animalistic, months of repressed attraction coming to a conclusion. You’d never have even thought about your late night fantasies coming true, until this very moment that they had. Negan kicked the door to his bedroom open, not bothering to close it behind him. Placing you on the bed, his hands grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt to pull it over his head revealing his toned torso and arms, his tattoo that you loved so much coming into view.

Your hands started to feel up on his chest, wanting skin to skin contact with him so desperately. You tried to sit up a little to take your tank top off but Negan stopped you in your tracks, slamming your arms down above your own head. “Don’t you fucking dare doll, that’s my job.” A dark look coming across his face, he ripped the tank top off you hastily. His eyes glued to your bare chest, you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on today, in a sleepy haze just wanting to get over here to question your boyfriend. “Such beautiful breasts doll, he’s going to regret giving you up.” Negan stated as he took one of your erect nipples into his mouth, a soft bite as he did. You moaned out, watching his every move, his eyes locked to yours.

Leaning up, Negan unbuckled your belt sliding it out of your jean loops, grabbing your hands, wrapping the belt around your wrists as your hands were placed back above your head. The leather tight and digging into your skin, only turning you on more, heat rushing to your pussy. Negan took the time to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs revealing your small black thong that left little to the imagination, pulling them to the side, Negan licked a strip starting from your opening to the top, focusing his attention on your throbbing clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your boyfriend never took the time to ever focus on your pleasure, either because he couldn’t be bothered or he just didn’t care, you didn’t know.

You felt the extra wetness as Negan spat right on your pussy, bringing his fingers to slowly enter you. Starting at a slow, agonising pace he could feel your body relaxing as you let your body give in to the pleasure you were feeling. You wanted nothing more than to grip onto his hair, but your bound hands didn’t allow it. As he felt you relax, he quickened his pace up, moans leaving your lips loud and clear. “Such beautiful noises for me slut, and I know these are real.” You felt your core tightening as you kept building up wave after wave of pleasure, you’d never even realised you could get so close to orgasm so fast, Negan caught on to this and took his fingers out of you, dripping in your juices. He forced his fingers into your mouth, you sucking the wetness off like it was your last meal.

“You fucking dirty girl, you like the way you taste?” He asked, his fingers still in your mouth as he pulled his shorts down, revealing his boxers to you. “Yes, I love it so much. I need to fill me up Negan, ruin me please.” You managed to get out through heavy breathing and his fingers. He chuckled, manoeuvring your body so you were on all fours, facing the mirrored closet doors, next to the entrance of the bedroom. “I’m going to fuck you so dumb baby girl, you’ll forget your own name when I’m done with you. Going to get you drunk on my cock. You won’t even want another man to touch you.” You whimpered, seeing Negan pulling his large cock out of his boxer shorts, them falling to the ground. His tip was red, leaking with precum, standing erect. He looked like a Greek god, his posture so manly and authoritative. He lined up at your opening and wasted no time, starting at a hard and fast pace. “Oh my god, Negan yes! Fuck!” Your nails dug into your own hands, the leather of the belt still digging into you causing pain but you didn’t care, the feeling was too good to complain. Your toes curled with pleasure in your heels, Negan’s hands gripped on your hips like he was holding on for dear life. “Shit doll, you feel so fucking good, so tight for Daddy.” You eyes widened at the nickname, you’d always wanted to experiment with a daddy kink but he’d never allow it, said it made him feel weird. You couldn’t believe how much this man was filling your darkest fantasies, you felt like maybe your boyfriend cheating was a blessing in disguise after all. Negan’s hand came down to slap your ass, the motion leaving a good red mark on your cheek. You looked towards the large mirrors in front of you, seeing Negan’s body go through the motions, his hips bucking against your ass as he fucked you deep. “Yes daddy, I’m so tight for you, you feel so good inside me.”

Neither you or Negan heard the front door open, your boyfriend finally getting back from his night out, guilt filling him up as he remembered what had happened last night. He knew that what he did was wrong, that kissing that woman was wrong. Still tired and hungover, he at first thought his imagination was playing tricks on him when he heard moaning coming from upstairs, he didn’t think his dad was dating anyone, a look of confusion coming onto his face. He made his way up the stairs, looking through the open gaps of the banister, his features wrinkling in disgust and disbelief when he saw you, head thrown back in pleasure as you met Negan’s thrusts in a timed motion. He rushed up the whole flight of stairs until he got to the door.

“What the fuck is happening here?!” You heard the voice of your boyfriend, your eyes opening with a gasp, you thought Negan would stop, embarrassed that the two of you had been caught in such a way but he went even faster in and out of you, your hands trying to grab some of the blanket that was at the end of the bed, failing miserably due to the fact of your hands being bound together.

“Hey son, just treating your girl to a proper fuck, you were stupid as fuck to let this one go, she’s one dirty fucking girl! Maybe this will teach you not to go round sticking your dick in other women when you’ve got an absolute diamond at home. Now stand there and watch boy.” Negan laughed, your eyes meeting with your boyfriend, you couldn’t help with the moan that escaped your lips as Negan moved down to grab your chin, his head coming to the side of your ear. “Tell him doll, tell him how good daddy’s fucking you.” You smirked, looking out the corner of your eyes to look at Negan. “So fucking good daddy, filling me up, better than he ever could. Please keep fucking me like this daddy.” You whimpered, your lips meeting with Negan as he kept his eyes open, staring at his son.

Your boyfriend didn’t know what to do, he rushed out of the room, slamming the front door behind him as he was trying to gather his thoughts together.

“That was so fucking dirty doll, oh my goodness! I can feel you getting close girl, let yourself cum all over my cock. I want to finish inside you, fill your body with my baby.” You screamed out as your orgasm took over your body, black spots coming into your vision. Your pussy felt like it had a death grip on Negan’s cock, his thrusts coming to slower pace as he let you ride out your orgasm. “Pull out of me, I want to ride you daddy.” Negan didn’t need any more encouragement as he pulled out of you, lying down on his back as you dug your heels into the mattress, sat on top of him. “Be careful with those things, don’t want a hole in my mattress dollface. You look fucking good in them though, sexy as fuck.” He said, as he shoved his cock into your dripping hole. You bounced up and down, even with your orgasm taking energy out of you, you couldn’t stop, you needed Negan like a hardcore drug. His musk mixing with a light sheen of sweat over your bodies. Negan’s hands gripped your ass as he directed your body as you grind into his hips, your second orgasm building up in your core. His cock filling you up, “That’s it baby, bounce on daddy’s cock for me, I want to see my seed dripping out of you.” You quickened your pace, feeling Negan’s cock twitching in you. “That’s it daddy, fill me up with your seed, I want you to fill my pussy up daddy!” You screamed out, uncaring about neighbours being able to hear you, you were too cock-drunk to care. Negan growled, his seed spurting out in you, his hands gripped your hips like a vice, his breathing heavy. You came to your end as well, gushing all over his cock, wetting the bed below you and Negan’s stomach as you squirted for the first time ever in your life. You moaned louder than ever, falling to the side of Negan, his flaccid cock sitting on top of his torso. You both were spent, the only thing that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing. Negan got up slowly from the bed, he released you from the belt, your wrists red and sore. He grabbed a small towel from the on-suite bathroom, cleaning you up from your squirt wetness. He laid back next to you, his arm coming over you to pull you closer, a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Life is never going to be the same again after this doll. Shit, I know it’s wrong to ask but leave him, I’ll treat you better than that stupid boy.” You looked at him, a smile coming across your face. “Negan, you could ask me to do anything right now and I’d say yes, that was the best fuck of my life, Daddy.”

Negan laughed and slapped your ass as he caught you in another sensual kiss.

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan by Aaron Farrier (2)

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Negan–is��god’s Written Work Masterlist

Holy fucking I-need-an-actual-masterlist Masterlist!!! I live for feedback always and have several tag-lists that anyone can be added to if they wish!

Fandom : The Walking Dead Character: Negan

Siren Song - One-shot. Entry for @ladylorelitany‘s Monster Mash 2017 Challenge. The prompt was “Siren”. Third-person view of Negan’s encounter with a Siren. TWD violence/gore, language.

Eros - One-shot. Entry for @jeffreydeanmorgantrash‘s 1K Follower Challenge. My prompt was “Eros-God of Desire”. First-person/OFC. Jessica takes notice of Negan for the first time after a chance encounter. TWD violence, language, adult themes.

New Addiction - One-shot (currently!) Entry for @backseat-negan’s Backseat Writing Challenge. AU, First-person/reader insert. Reader finds herself looking for a fix and Negan may be just the one to give her exactly what she needs. Language, sexual situations, drug usage, assault. 

Skinny Dipping - One-shot. Entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Round 3 Negan Writing Challenge. Prompt was “Skinny Dipping”. First-person/reader insert. Reader and Negan unleash and relax after a run. TWD violence, language, adult themes.

Driving Stick - One-shot. Entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan Writing Challenge. My prompt was “Driving Stick”. First-person/reader insert. Negan gives the reader a lesson in driving stick shift. Smut, 18+

Your Savior - Multi-chapter fic. First-person/reader insert. Negan finds the reader after being attacked, can the reader find a place for herself at The Sanctuary? TWD violence/gore, language, assault, adult themes, smut, 18+.

Witness protection - https://negan–is–god.tumblr.com/post/172911883059/ashs-bday-april-13-negan-bodyguard-au

Fandom: Supernatural Character: John Winchester

My Father the Stranger - Multi-chapter fic. First-person/OFC. Jessica finally meets her long-lost father, John Winchester. When his world collides with hers she has to figure out if there is a place for her in it, and how to survive it for as long as she can. SPN violence/gore, language.

Fandom: The Resident Character: Max

A Friendly Evil - Multi-chapter fic. Third person/OFC. Rachel finds an amazing deal on an apartment and jumps on it right away. The landlord is gorgeous and the place seems too good to be true….is it?

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That’s me. I’m the burnt corpse tryna get my crusty gremlin hands on that man 😍💅

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Max The Resident (2011) dir. Antti Jokinen

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[SUMMARY: PRE-APOCALYPSE After dating Freddy for a couple weeks, he introduces you to his friend Negan who thinks you're too good for Freddy.]

Smut

Negan and Terry

Freddy had invited you out to the bar tonight to meet his friends. Although you and him weren't as serious and just began dating, you were a bit nervous to meet those who were always around him.

Sitting at the table beside Freddy you watched his friends walk in. All tall men who look like they were about trouble....as Freddy did.

"This is Simon and Negan," You stood up beside Freddy as the men shook your hand. The second one, Negan looking at you in a way no one else seemed to realize.

"This is Terry," Freddy's voice caught your attention zoning you out of that eye contact you held with Negan.

"Finally got yourself a looker," Simon shoved Freddy's arm playfully as you sat silent between the men. They could easily tell you weren't exactly like the other women Freddy had bought around. You weren't like any of the women any of them had ever bought around. Not only did they find you attractive, they could tell you had a much more modest way of being.

Excusing yourself to the restroom you didn't notice how all men watched you as you walked away.

"Damn, she has a nice ass," Simon whispered making Negan chuckle.

"Where'd you find her at? And where could I find one for me?" Simon laughed as Freddy shrugged.

"What's wrong, you don't look too excited?" Negan asked curiously.

"I don't know, yeah she's got a nice ass and all but who cares if I've barely seen much of it. She doesn't wanna put out yet," Freddy complained.

"Didn't you just start dating her a couple weeks ago?" Negan asked with a raised brow.

"Well excuse me Mr I just wanna screw every woman I see," Freddy uttered sarcastically.

"I'm just saying, she doesn't seem like the type. Gotta maneuver the situation differently," Negan shrugged as he took a sip of his beer just as you returned. As you sat down you noticed Freddy staring at one of the women walking by. Negan noticed you catch him and look away in disappointment. You hated whenever Freddy did this, he had no respect for your feelings which was part of the reason you didn't find yourself too interested in him as much any more.

Negan couldn't understand how he could want to look at any other woman when he had a woman that looked like you beside him.

"I'm gonna go get us another round," Freddy stood up as Simon offered to help leaving you and Negan alone.

"So how you liking my boy Freddy?" Negan grinned as you took a sip of your drink.

"He's great," he could see the look in your eyes didn't match your words.

"Oh yeah?"

Just as you were about to respond Freddy and Simon returned with pitchers of beers and shots.

Usually you didn't drink as much so you decided to take it slow for the night and watched as Freddy quickly got drunk. He was loud, he was rowdy, Negan watched as you sat quietly beside him while Freddy ignored you most of the night. At one point you looked up and caught Negan staring at you from across the table. Freddy to drunk to notice his friend was checking you out, he winked at you before taking a sip of his beer. Looking away afraid Simon might notice, Negan laughed to himself knowing he made you nervous. That's when you suddenly felt his leg rub against yours under the table. Maybe it was by accident, you thought to yourself until you felt him do it again. You could feel his eyes on you as he pressed his leg against yours. What the hell was he doing? Looking up at him but trying your best to not make it obvious you could see the rush in his eyes...the excitement. Your heart racing hoping Simon wouldn't notice knowing Freddy was too drunk to notice a thing. Slowly he licked his bottom lip as you felt him continue to rub his leg against yours when suddenly Freddy accidentally knocked a pitcher of beer all over your chest, down your dark purple dress.

"Shit- alright, I think it's time we get going," Negan uttered low as you grabbed napkins to dry yourself off.

"You alright?" Negan leaned in as he stood up.

"Yes, yes I'm fine," you spoke without looking up at him, continuing to dry yourself off.

Freddy was as drunk as you had ever seen him. Negan offered to drive you all home so you walked with them to his car sitting behind with Freddy.

As Negan drove Freddy continued to cause a scene, but you all did your best to ignore him until you found him staring down at your dress.

"Oh did I do that?" He laughed as Negan watched him through the mirror. He watched the way Freddy licked his lips looking down at your cleavage as you looked out the window.

"Maybe I can make it up to you?" He slurred making you look back at him.

"It's fine, Freddy. It's not a big deal," you responded as he moved closer to you and put his arm around you. Negan moved his eyes back and fourth between the road and the mirror keeping an eye on the two of you. Freddy reeked of liquor making you turn your face away when you suddenly felt him kissing your neck.

"Freddy stop it," you spoke low as you gently pushed him away. Negan could tell he looked like he was in the mood to bother and gave him a warning.

"Freddy, cut that shit. We're almost at your place." Freddy laughed in response before turning back to you and once again trying to kiss you.

"Stop-" you whispered yet Negan could still hear you and looked up at the mirror.

"Freddy," Negans voice was much louder than before with a threatening tone.

"What man? I ain't doing shit," Freddy responded annoyed as Negan continued to drive.

"Come on man just chill out," Simon warned him. A few minutes later he once again grabbed you but this time forced his lips on yours making you squeal.

"What are you doing?!" You screamed at Freddy as Negan hit the breaks hard making the car come to a screeching stop. Everyone in the car leaned forward losing their balance as Negan angrily got out and opened the back door.

"Get out," Negan spoke sternly.

"Come on man, I'm like two blocks away from my house-"

"Walk it," Simon and you sat silently as Freddy continued to push his luck.

"You can't be serious," Freddy laughed before Negan suddenly grabbed him and yanked him out of the car.

"Walk it." Without saying another word Negan got back into his car and drove off. Negan took a quick look at you through the mirror he didn't understand what a woman like you ever saw in Freddy.

"Sorry about that," his words making you look up at him through the mirror.

"That's not the kind of men we are." He held eye contact with you for a moment before looking back at the road.

"I can't stand men who get like that," Negan spoke low as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Not saying much you sat quietly as Simon was dropped off before you.

"Does he usually get like that?" You asked him curiously.

"Rowdy? Oh yeah, he's had his moments...Besides that, how's your night been?" Negan asked as he drove.

"Not so bad. You and Simon were very nice to meet," Negan chuckled and raised his brows.

"If only you met me first," his words making you look at him through the mirror. A smirk on his face you couldn't help but smile.

"Look at that, you're smiling. Shit, haven't seen you smile all night." You couldn't deny it to yourself, Negan flirting with you all night made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"I gotta ask, sweetheart...what the hell you doing walking around with a guy like Freddy?" His question made you laugh.

"I'm just saying-" he shrugged.

"You'd look a lot better with someone else," this time he turned back to you at the red light, quickly taking a look at your from head to toe. His eyes stopping at your legs before he looked back at the road. The excitement this man was making you feel....you couldn't remember the last time you had this feeling.

Before you knew it Negan pulled up into your drive way and unexpectedly got out of the car to open the door for you.

"Oh thank you, my sister must be waiting up for me now," he helped you out before you realized you left your purse behind in the back.

"Oh wait-" you turned quickly reaching for your purse, the second you did Negan was left with the perfect view of you bent over. Clenching his jaw he controlled his reaction until you turned to him. The look he had taking you by surprise as you locked eyes with him and stood silent for a moment. He couldn't stop himself from looking down at your body in your tight dress, without realizing he licked his lips. You both could feel the tension between you, it was hard to ignore.

"So are you just gonna look at me?" You blurt out even surprising yourself.

"Excuse me?" He looked back up at you with a raised brow.

"You've been checking me out all night, and what about playing footsie with me at the bar, what was the about?" Negan laughed as he looked down at you, his smile slowly fading as he gave you an intense look.

"So you noticed that huh?" He leaned in a bit closer to you, you could smell the scent of his cologne. Negan leaned closer stopping right before your lips, pulled you towards him and took your lips with his. Wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer he groaned feeling your body so close against him. Dark at night in between the car and bushes, nobody could see the two of you.

You wanted more.

Slowly you brushed your hand down his chest before reaching his belt. Looking up at him excitedly, he grinned.

"You sure you wanna do that, sweetheart?"

Tugging at his belt he grinned in response.

"I'll take that as a yes," turning you around, he pushed you face down onto the seat of the car and pushed your dress up. The sight of your ass in black lace underwear was enough to arouse him as he began to unbuckle his pants.

"You have a condom right?" You looked back, your question making him quickly reach in the front seat compartment before coming back to you. Grabbing you by your hips he pulled you closer to him, pulling your panty to the side you felt him begin to enter you. In one thrust he was fully in you making you gasp. He could already feel how wet you were and began to thrust his hips hard against you.

"Shit-" he muttered under his breath. Looking back at him biting your bottom lip you watched how he looked mesmerized looking down at your ass.

"Just like that.." your voice making him look up and move harder. Moaning you held onto the seat as you felt him grab your hair and tug at it hard. Pulling you back up against him he kissed the side of your neck.

"You wanted me all along didn't you?" He whispered roughly in your ear. His hand creeping up past your chest to your throat.

"Didn't you?" He spoke with seduction grabbing your face making you look back at him. You smiled licking your bottom lip making him grin.

"Oh I know..." Negan pushed you back down grabbing your hips making you bounce back on him. The sounds of his moans only excited you more. As he was fucking you, your phone rang on the floor of the car, Negan noticed it was Freddy.

"Go ahead pick it up, tell him your busy-" he panted as you moaned.

"Are you crazy?!"

"Pick it up," Negan tugged at your hair making you scream.

"And put him on speaker," Quickly grabbing the phone you answered it to hear Freddy slurring on the other end.

"Where are you..?"

"I-I'm home," you struggled to not have a shaky voice as you spoke.

"You should've...should've come home with me," he continued to slur.

"Tell him your busy,"

"Who the hell is that?" Freddy asked making you panic, but before you could even think of something to say Negan thrusted harder. It was impossible to speak. Quickly hanging up the phone you dropped it under the seat as Negan moved faster. Both moaning simultaneously as you reached climax. He grunted loudly, pressing and holding himself up against you hard.

"Fuck-" he whispered as he pulled out. Panting you slowly pushed yourself off the seat and pulled your dress down as Negan buckled his pants.

"What was that for? What if he recognized your voice?"

"Sweetheart, I doubt he remembers his own name right now...besides-" he looked down at you with a smirk.

"So what if he did.."

"So you wanted him to hear you? Aren't you two friends?"

"Don't worry about that, doll." Negan responded low as you grabbed you belongings.

"You sure surprised me tonight," he closed the door behind you.

"Did I?"

"Mmhm...maybe we should get together again some time, what do you say?"

"We should," you smiled as he leaned in and kissed you once more.

"By the way-" he whispered in your ear.

"Just to clarify things...I think you'd look a whole lot better with me." Looking up at him with a mischievous smile, you kissed him before walking off. Negan watched as you walked to your door before turning back to him once more. It was clear you were done with Freddy and was just beginning with Negan.

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[SUMMARY: You are forced by the Croat to fool Negan but he quickly finds out.]

Drama

“No one’s gonna believe I just fucked your brains out with that face” your mouth dropped.

It had been two weeks now since you had been captured by a man whom went by “the croat”. Held as a prisoner in a room by yourself for weeks you waited to see what was wanted from you until the man responsible for it all finally showed himself. Instantly noticing one of his ears were deformed you quickly looked down as he stepped before you. He didn’t seem to want to do anything to you but it was clear he did need you for something. He spoke to you about a man named Negan whom he had unfinished business with. A man who he explained was known for some of the sickest things that had been done. You didn’t understand how any of this had to do with you until he explained you would be used as a form of bait.

“Why me?” You asked confused.

“A pretty girl that was easy to capture,” his voice was eerie as he spoke, a twisted look in his eyes.

“And let’s just say I know my good ol’ friend Negans weakness” he laughed. It was then followed by a threat, a threat that if you did not do as he said you would be killed. He warned you that you would be watched and had a limited time to pull this Negan man in. Just before he left the room, another man who was a prisoner was bought in, dragged by his arms.

“Just so you know how serious I am-“ he proceeded to slice the man’s throat causing blood to squirt out. You gasped looking away as he walked up to you with the same knife to your neck.

“You try anything and it won’t be a quick death for you, think and do wisely.”

The Croat had a man drop you off not too far from where this man Negan would be. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t just go in and get Negan himself. Then again, you had no idea whom Negan was or what these sick things he did were.

There was a bar that seemed to have people inside. Looking back you couldn’t see anyone but all you could remember was that you were being watched. Hesitantly stepping inside, loud music played as an bartender stood behind the bar . A woman welcomed you with a smile, you couldn’t believe a place like this was running.

“What would you like?”

You sat down not even sure of what to ask for.

“You decide” you sighed just as a back door opened.

“Negan, good afternoon-“ you followed the eyes of the bartender to see who this Negan was. A man with slicked back hair dressed in all black was making his way to the bar.

“Shit” you whispered to yourself. He looked much more intimidating than you imagined.

“Good afternoon indeed” he raised his brows before stopping his eyes right on you, you realized he was making his way to sit beside you. You suddenly froze not sure if you should say something, not sure what he would say. He didn’t even have to ask for a drink, the bartender already knowing what he liked placed a drink right before him making him look at her.

“Make it two sweetheart, one for my new friend here” he motioned to you with a wink.

“Thank you” you said pleasantly surprised as you watched the woman make your drink.

“Cheers” he lifted the cup towards you as you lifted yours and smiled. His eyes never leaving you as he sipped his drink. It was clear Negan was attracted you, clearly the Croat wasn’t wrong when he said he knew Negans weakness. You were sure he wasn’t wrong about the sick man he was, you were sure the Croat was just a sick.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Juliana”

“Juliana” he repeated in a seductive tone as he leaned towards you. Licking his lips he looked you up and down. Usually this wouldn’t have been something you liked but dare you say you found this man attractive:

His eyes filled with curiosity…for such asupposed evil man, he was handsome.

“So what are you like the boss of this place or something?”

“What makes you think that?” He chuckled before his expression changed without you realizing. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at your wrist and noticed fresh bruising around both of them. You hadn’t noticed what he was looking at as you grabbed your glass drinking more for some courage, you knew this wouldn’t be easy.

“Where’d you come from, sweetheart?”

“I…I-“ the loud music and your nerves distracting you getting in the way.

“You have somewhere quieter we can talk?”

“Sure” he led you to the back door he had come out of. Never did you think you would follow a man you didn’t know behind unknown doors. Walking down a dim hall he led you to what looked like a bedroom, you assumed this is where he stayed. You had a weapon, a knife you already had your hand on in your pocket that was given back to you. He closed the door behind you as you looked around before noticing a window showing what was out in back of the bar. A trail leading into the woods you wondered if one of the men watching you was out there. You found yourself stepping closer to the window as Negan noticed a some what paranoid look in your eyes.

“Looking for someone?” His question distracting you making you stop in your tracks. You took a step back realizing you were in a room only with Negan, a man you truly knew nothing of. You began to second guess what exactly you were doing. Who’s to say the Croat wouldn’t kill you anyway? Who’s to say this man standing before you wouldn’t kill you himself? Panic building up inside you, you turned quickly rushing to the door grabbing the door knob.

“Woah woah-“ he looked at you with confusion. The door wouldn’t budge. Your heart racing wanting to just get away from both men completely.

“I need to get out of here! Let me out!” You screamed as he rushed beside you.

“The door is open god dammit-“he explained yet you continued to pull at the knob ignoring his words.

“Let me out, let me out, he’s gonna kill me and you’re gonna kill me-“

“Who’s he?” He grabbed your hands off the knob. Afraid to look at him you kept your eyes on the door.

“Just let me go, he’s gonna come, he knows where I am-“ you begged in tears trying to pull away from him.

“I’m not gonna do a damn thing to you, stop it!” He shook you trying to snap you out of it.

“He knows I’m here-the Croat-that man!” Negan stood still, his hands still on you.

“What the fuck did you just say?” The tone in his voice terrified you. Still you wouldn’t look at him, shaking your head you tried to pull away but his grip was tight.

“Answer me!” He roared loudly making you jump.

“I don’t know who he is-“ you cried.

“He captured me and said he would kill me if I didn’t lead you his way I swear, I never saw him before!” Negan didn’t say a word, his eyes focused on you as he processed what you had said.

“He’s the one who did this?” He lifted your wrists up for you to see your own fresh bruises from being tied up. You quickly nodded.

“He told me he would be watching, he told me I had until tonight”

“And how exactly were you thinking of doing that, sweetheart?” He pulled you against him as you tried to break free.

“Please…I didn’t want to do this” you insisted. After a minute of silence he released your arms and began to pace back and fourth in frustration.

“And you said he’s watching you?” He asked without looking your way.

“Yes” you stood back against the wall brushing away your tears.

“What else did this asshole say?”

“He…he said he knew your weakness” Negan looked back at you and licked his bottom lip with a chuckle.

“He sure fucking does, doesn’t he” Negan crossed his arms before looking at his dresser. He began to pull out weapons putting them in his waistband, his boots and wherever else he could hide one.

“He just wanted me to get you outside, close to the trail” you motioned towards the window.

“Let’s do it” Negan responded bluntly catching you off guard.

“What?”

“Let’s make him think his little plan worked and I’ll handle the rest”

“So you want me to go out there?” You asked hesitantly.

“I’ll be right there with you, he’s not taking you again. I promise you that” he assured you as you gave in with fear.

“Now wipe them tears off your face, sweetheart” he walked towards you.

“No one’s gonna believe I just fucked your brains out with that face” your mouth dropped.

“What? Is that not how you were suppose to trick me?” he squinted his eyes with a playful smirk.

After composing yourself Negan and you both walked out back, the two of you being flirtatious with one another knowing you were being watched. You had explained to Negan that the Croat asked for a signal from you to know when to come out, now knowing Negan said he would tell you when to give the signal. Stopping a few feet away from the trail Negan suddenly pulled you in against him as you played along with a laugh.

“What are you doing?” You whispered with a smile.

“Kiss me” he spoke low as you looked at him confused.

“I beg your pardon.”

“You just almost planned to get me killed, sweetheart. The least I can get is a kiss…” he winked at you.

“Negan-“ He leaned in cutting you off with a kiss that made your knees slightly weak. His hands roaming down grabbing your ass making you squeal.

“I had to” he whispered with a grin before turning serious.

“Go ahead, do it” your heart racing as you made a hand signal behind Negan just before you heard movement come from the woods.

“Go” Negan pushed you as he turned to where he heard movement from ready with his gun in hand.

“Look who it is” he stared directly at the Croat as you ran to the door looking back. The Croat looking at you in disbelief.

“I gotta say-smart plan, trying to use a nice piece of ass to sucker me in” he grinned before his expression turned deadly. Running inside as Negan had ordered you to do you locked the door and hid in the room hoping for the outcome he planned. You locked yourself in a closet as he said and stayed in the dark. Maybe you should’ve done more, maybe you should’ve stayed out there you wondered. You couldn’t hear anything being said, time felt as if it slowed down but Negan made you swear you wouldn’t come out…until you suddenly heard a gunshot. You gasped wondering what that meant.

It could be Negan.

“Oh god” you whispered as more time went by. Not hearing a thing you didn’t move until you heard the door unlock. Your heart skipping a beat you heard the sound of loud stomping before the door of the closet was opened.

You gasped before seeing Negan, your heart racing, your hand on your chest. He looked a bit disheveled, blood on his face.

“You’re bleeding” you panted.

“It’s not mine” without hesitation he grabbed your arm and pulled you out before he shook off his jacket and threw it over a chair. You stood in shock as he breathed roughly walking past you

“Now what?” You asked hesitantly as he stopped and looked at you.

“He’s dead” his words giving you a touch of relief.

“You…you are more than welcome to stay, sweetheart” he proceeded to put his guns away as you stood aside in silence. Shock hitting you all at once, what was there to say?

“I can stay?” You whispered making him look up at you.

“Does that mean I have to-“

“You don’t have to do a god damn thing you don't wanna do” he slammed his box shut as you stood watching him. Taking a deep breath you knew you had nowhere else to go…you took his offer hesitantly yet you could see the pleasure in his eyes. Pleasure in knowing you would be close. Negan knew your limits and provided you with a room to yourself. Now you were safe, yet you knew this wouldn’t be the end of you and Negan.

[negan-is-god-unlocked]

Negan x reader | knight in shining leather

ONE SHOT ; [ lmk if yall want a part 2 ]

A broken ankle? Not too bad. Had worse.

Out of bullets? Ah, well, that's just how it goes in an apocalypse. A group of walkers starting to finally catch their way up to you? Now you might be fucked.

Your breath was hitched in your throat as you head for the ditch in the road. There was a small, abandoned town passed a fence, and you could get to it once you got out of the woods.

If you get to the ditch, maybe you can push them down. The fence was gapped enough for your figure to fit through easily enough.

Wincing through the shooting pain in your leg, you try and ignore the blood dripping from your wounded arm, which of course, only made you even more precious to the vicious walkers that roamed the lands.

Everything hurt. You’re alone. What better way to live your life during the end of the world?

The groans and hissing of walkers desperate for a taste of your fresh skin were starting to get closer. You don't allow tears to cloud your vision; instead, you push yourself through the pain and make it to the ditch. With a grasp, you manage to pull your body up to the fence, and painfully cry out as the pressure on your arm throbs in a warm pulse. The relief of your ankle not being walked on feels better for a moment, as you hung, but that pain was quickly replaced by everything else hurting.

At least there was a positive in all of this.

The group of the dead near closer. Loud hissing, and deep moans make it clearer that you had little to no time to get yourself out of the ditch.

You yank yourself up out, and start to climb the fencing. A few fall into the divot you’d managed to pull yourself up from, but the rest balance themselves, walking to their target.

Hands claw for you, grabbing at your dangling ankle. You kick one away, and grip the wooden perch of the fence a bit harder, using all of your upper body strength to stay alive.

"Fuck off!" Your voice is so hoarse. It burns with dryness. This sucks ass.

Kicking yourself free, you successfully get up the hill and back yourself behind the fence.

That could’ve went waaay worse. Props to you, for real. Managing out of that with broken bones and flesh wounds took some skill, if you say so yourself.

You look up, brows kitting together at the scene far ahead of you.

Something in the distance causes the dead to turn their attention briefly at the sudden noise. Bright headlights appear in the road, and you aren’t sure if you should be relieved or more worried to see it.

A black car, surprisingly in still good condition, came cruising through the gravel. You eyes are wide like a deer in headlights, and mind stuck between the decisions of hiding, or pleading for help.

Rotten, scraggly hands grab you through the fence, pulling tighter. You frown down at the dead latching onto your feet, any limb that they could grab from the ditch, and pull. You quickly use the butt of a gun and smack it down onto one of the walker's heads. It falls back, and is soon replaced by a different one.

You back myself away and get out of their grasps;

All you can do now is just make a run for the buildings nearby.

You limp my way into town, cautiously passing each corner of the buildings. With nerves are on high alert, internally, you start to panic.

You have no weapon anymore. No bags, no food. What the fuck are you supposed to do?

Tears weld up in your eyes. Being alone like this just wasn’t something you felt you could get used to.

Groans and shuffling feet can be heard from the left, just behind the wall of where you stand your back against. You move quietly, peeking just enough around the corner to be met with another group of the dead. You whip yourself back to the wall and hold in a sharp breath.

‘Why me?’

Your eyes make sight for any way to get out of this spot. There's another building across the way— the windows smashed in, and a door hanging halfway open. It was an old bar of sorts. Or at least, it used to be.

There had to be stale chips laying around behind the counter somewhere. Or, maybe even more of the dead.

Your head leans against the wall your back is to, and you let out a defeated sigh. It's shaky, but that's because the adrenaline in your system was making it harder to breathe.

Stale chips might be worth it.

You take one step forward, slowly, and at a gentle momentum. One more step, and then another. You keep both eyes locked on the dead group roaming a few feet away.

Slowly, but surely, you almost make it.

Holy shit, this is gonna work—

The dead catch your movement, and one by one, they all turn and start roaming over.

Your breath hitches, and before you realize it, you’re running again. The pain in the broken ankle reminds you of the damage you’ve done, and it locks. Your leg buckles, and you tumble to the ground. "Shit!"

The gravel road digs into your hands, and you struggle to push yourself back to your unstable feet. It hurt worse than before, but you ignore it as best as you can, in order to get yourself through this. You take another step, but your ankle wasn't able to handle the pressure this time. It completely gives out, and you fall to the ground again.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! There’s no way you can just give up. You cant let this be the way you die- -

Headlights shine down the road. You turn with knitted brows, listening to the car horn being pushed on. It gets repeatedly honked, over and over, in some sort of tune.

Most of the dead turn their attention to the loud noise, dragging and shifting their feet away from your figure. A few stragglers still focus on you, however.

Feet away, they start falling to their knees, hands out and ready to reach for your flesh. You back yourself up, hissing out in terror at the open jawed freaks that stretch closer.

The car door slams shut, and in the lights of the car, you see a silhouette of a man holding a bat.

Yup. You had a good run. You tried my best, and that's enough.

The man runs up to the dead surrounding you, his barbwire bat held up high and ready to swing. "Hey!" The voice is deep, and loud. It echos throughout the street, and all attention is now on the man. Slowly, some of the walkers turn to look at him, smelling his living flesh. Something they wished they could get.

A few quick swings, and the dead get their heads smashed in. You cringe, squinting through the brightness of the headlines shining into your eyes. Still on the ground, you push yourself backwards away from the corpses that now lay on the ground. They were finally put to rest.

Your eyes trail upward to the man and frown, confused. He pants, standing up tall and straight as he looks down at your trembling figure. His bloody weapon now hangs low in his hand. More of the dead start to crawl their ways out of the homes they've made for themselves on account of all the noise.

He has dark hair, and some stubble, you notice. His figure bends down to your side, a slight look of wary in his eyes. "Can you walk?" The situation seemed pretty obvious, but when he had drove by earlier, you were making your merry way on two feet.

"You wouldn't be here helping me if I could." You reply, groaning a bit as you sit up.

Suddenly, two leathered arms scoop you up; one arm goes underneath your legs, the other holding behind your back. "How about a thank you?" The man says, offering a sarcastic smile.

You sniffle your nose. "You haven't saved me yet."

"Good point." He groans a bit, lifting you up and carrying your limp body in his arms. "If I'dve known you'd be such a little firecracker, I'd have let you fight for yourself." His smile is cunning, and you can't help but to smile back up at the stranger. Your bloody arm wraps around his neck for support, and the tiredness from running and panic, was beginning to catch up with you. You force it away, seeing that there was plenty more of walkers still behind the both of your figured. The man picks up his pace. "I guess all fireworks burn out at some point." He says.

You hum in reply, drowsiness still trying to take control of your body. You ignore it once again, blinking it off with heavy eyelids. "Does my knight in ‘shining leather’ have a name?" You instead ask, turning the attention back to him, rather than the walkers closing in on your gap apart.

He seems to notice this too, as he casually glances over his shoulder to estimate the distance and time you both had to make it back to the car. His jaw tenses. "Negan." Straight teeth show now as he smiles a bit harder down at you. "How about my damsel in distress?"

"Who said I'm distressed?" Your brow raises in question. Negan chuckles a bit through a little groan of stress. "Darlin' I know what fun looks like, and you sure as hell aren't having any."

You smile back, though it doesn't last long. Your pace slows, and Negan and you both falter a bit at the sight of his car. Walkers swarm it.

"Well . . Shit. Plan B." He turns, facing the other group of walkers from behind you. Your lip turn downward to a frown, looking around anxiously in his arms.

"Hope you're okay with a couple detours." He fixes his hold on you, letting out a soft groan in distress again.

“Guess I’ve got no choice.” You grab onto him just a little bit tighter.

[negan-is-god-unlocked]

Motel

Masterlist

Characters: Negan (Dead City) x F!Reader

Summary: You've grown particularly close with the Motor Inn's personal walker killer and decide to pay his motel room a visit.

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: NSFW - Oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, hair pulling, shower sex, praise, dirty talk, negan's usual foul mouth, gentle dom negan

A/N: If you're from my tiktok (which spawned the chaos that motivated me to finish most of this bc you guys are crazy), hello! This is my first time managing to actually finish and upload a oneshot in months, so I apologise in advance. I was also extremely tired when I wrote most of this, but I hope it was worth the wait for the handful of you bombarding my comment sections for the past 24 hours. 😂 I knew what I had to do the moment I saw that shower scene...like damn.

You downed your third shot of the day before slamming it back down onto the counter and wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes idly following the neon lights on the sign hung proudly behind the bar. The Easy Stay Motor Inn. It was a shithole. It only served as a way of keeping four walls and a roof over your head, and walkers off your ass. Speaking of, there was only one guy you'd grown particularly fond of during the month you'd spent working for the lady who owns this place and lapping up the amenities of their accompanying motel, Negan. He wasn't from around here, that much you gathered just by taking one good look at him, but then neither were you. You were both drifters. Heading from one place to the next, never staying anywhere long enough to see it through and find out whether it'd go to shit or hold out long enough before eventually falling to pieces. You just kept moving. That mentality had served you well so far and had kept you alive long enough to say that you'd made it well over a decade into the apocalypse now, not that you had much to show for it.

"Want another?" The guy behind the bar asked, half expecting you to agree to it as you had with all the others and making his way over to the bottle of vodka you'd been chipping away at.

"No thanks", you shook your head with a small smile and slid off the bar stool, "I'm gonna go try to entertain myself someplace else, but don't be surprised if I come back and finish that off later." You gestured to the vodka with a tilt of your head, and the certainty in your tone had the bartender smiling.

You headed towards the backdoor that led to the motel out back, the harsh change of lighting making you squint and shield your eyes to adjust for a moment, the dim vivid hues of the neon-lit windowless bar you'd been sitting in for the past hour or two being snuffed out once you stepped into the natural sunlight. Visual disorientation aside, you made your way down the row of motel rooms lined at your side, your interest only lying with the idea of arriving at one motel room in particular, and you stopped in front of the door when you found it. The door was a stark black to match the wooden panels sitting on either side of the window not too far from the right of the door, vines having wrapped around some of the slats in the wood from the overgrowth of shrubbery on the floor beneath it. It was run down and uncared for like just about anywhere else in this world. You tested the handle to see if the door was unlocked and to your surprise, it was. Twisting it fully you pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind you as you began to observe the interior of the room. It was generically decorated like just about any other room in this place, and he didn't seem to have left anything behind for you to snoop through. The room was so empty that if you didn’t know any better you might have thought that he'd moved on already, packed up all his shit and hit the road. You figured that this was on purpose and probably explained why he didn't care too much when it came to keeping the door locked since he didn't have any shit to steal. Smart.

Negan hadn't been around for too long now, in fact, he'd only arrived about a week after you, but he left a lasting first impression. He was useful. He pulled his weight by taking care of any of the walkers that roamed or wandered into the perimeter of the motor inn, and was never bad company on the occasions that he'd sat on the bar stool next to you and made conversation. As time went on you'd gotten closer and more comfortable with one another, and you quickly found yourself noticing that Negan was the one person you'd opened up to the most in the duration of your entire stay here, better yet felt the most comfortable doing so with. Your vulnerability wasn't one-sided, either. He never went into an awful load of detail, but he had a bad past. He wasn't on the run per se, but there was a group of people that he was hoping to avoid the possibility of encountering for the rest of his days, a community that he had a difficult history with. He alluded to what seemed to mostly amount to horrible shit that most people had done by now just to stay alive, the kind of things you see at night when you close your eyes, haunting you from the backs of your eyelids. You paid it no mind, and you told him that too; he seemed to appreciate your lack of judgement. Gradually, the conversations grew more personal and not so casual, things got flirty. It was subtle, but Negan would make small coy comments on things that you say, or little compliments now and again that toed the line a tad too much for what could be considered harmless flattery or him shooting his shot. You were able to keep yourself humble up until the night when he had jokingly mentioned how good your ass looked in your jeans after more than a few drinks, not that he needed it to let you know just how much he was checking you out. Your thoughts were interrupted by the twist of the doorknob and the sight of it being pushed open afterwards, revealing a rather sluggish and slightly dishevelled-looking Negan. Negan had a silver beard that he seemed to keep well-maintained, the hair decorating his top lip thicker than the rest. His dark hair was always slicked, though it seemed to have transitioned to more of an ashy brown over time with grey tinging at the sides of his hair. He was ruggedly handsome, that was for sure. A grin crept onto his lips when he noticed you standing by one of the beds, closing the door behind him and running his hand through his hair, slicking some of the strands that had fallen out of place in the process.

"Just letting yourself into my place now, huh? We graduating from drinking buddies to whatever the hell this is?" He quipped but was amused by how bold you were to just waltz on into his motel room.

"It's not like you don't want me here." You remarked with a knowing smile as you sat on the end of one of the double beds, to which Negan chuckled and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, a seemingly small mannerism of his that always drove you wild.

"Touché."

He sauntered to the bed next to you until he stood at the foot of it and started to shrug off his leather jacket with a sigh.

"Well whatever it is honey, it's gonna have to wait. I have been out there cracking rotting skulls for who knows how long, and now I need a damn shower."

The checkered flannel shirt he'd been wearing open underneath it was next, him tossing it on the bed in front of him before his fingers brush over the hem of his black tank top. He glanced at you with the material still pinched between his fingertips, a cocky smile creeping onto his lips as he noticed the way you were shamelessly staring at him and didn't seem to plan on stopping anytime soon.

"You gonna watch me strip now too, darlin'?"

You playfully shrugged and let your eyes wander down his torso, an eye movement Negan most certainly followed judging by the way his smile grew, as did his ego.

"I can turn around if you're too shy, Negan."

The throaty chuckle he let loose was almost immediate, his eyebrows raised as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Me, shy? Fuck no. You can stare your little heart out, and you would most definitely be staring."

Well, you certainly hadn't expected him to take it with such pride, so you caved and turned so you were facing the wall next to the bed. You could hear the sounds of clothes falling against the sheets and the clinking of metal as he undid his belt, and then the zipper on his leather pants.

"You still thinking of sticking it out here for a bit longer? I know last time we spoke you weren't so sure." Negan muttered as he got his pants down to his ankles and started to try to shake his ankles out of them.

You thought for a moment, then sighed a little.

"I think so? I don't know, I'm just trying to go day by day. Why, would you miss me?" Your tone picked up towards the end as did the enthusiasm in your voice, the suggestion making Negan's sudden laughter start in the form of a snort.

"Miss you? Shit, course I would. I'd probably move on from here after that."

You opened your mouth to speak but found yourself unable to form the right words. He made it sound like you were the only reason he was still staying here, and that without you there'd just be no point. You didn't ask him to elaborate though, just silently rolled the thought around in your head.

"Well, time to take that shower. I'll be right back, and I don't know maybe we can grab a drink or some shit afterwards?"

"Sure." You mumbled in response.

After that all you heard was the soft tread of his footsteps as he made his way past you and into the bathroom, then the sound of the water being turned on and beginning to crash against the floor of the shower for a few moments before it became more muffled with Negan's body interrupting the stream, and you turned back to face something other than the blank yellow wall you'd be staring at whilst he was stripping. You did your best to focus on the small details of the room to occupy your head, the peculiar framed pictures decorating some of the walls, and the hideous design choices when it came to the taste of the room, but it was no use. All you could think about was what Negan had looked like underneath all those clothes when he was a mere few feet behind you, and what he looked like right now standing in the shower in the very next room, the image of water droplets trailing down his torso and body making it harder to stay seated with every passing second until you just couldn't take it anymore. You stood to your feet and made your way to the bathroom, standing in the doorway for a moment as you stopped in your tracks. The shower had a sliding door that Negan had slid shut, the distortion of the glass still allowing you to be able to make out the sight of him with his head tilted town and one of his palms pressed up against the wall, and the tattoo decorating his shoulder blade. There was no turning back now, you had made up your mind. You approached the glass and gave it a soft knock, the sound startling Negan a little as he turned and slid the glass just enough for him to lean into the gap he'd made.

"Everything okay?" He asked, concern tinging his voice as he used his other hand to sweep some of the hair that had fallen into his face back in place.

Your only response was the sight of your fingertips grasping the hem of your top before you pulled it over your head, holding the top in your hands for a moment as you gazed at him, trying to gauge Negan's reaction to your now exposed breasts. He seemed taken aback for a moment or two, and then his eyes darkened with lust.

"Can I join you?" You asked, fingers teasingly dancing along the waistband of your jeans as though you could tell by just the look in his eyes that he wasn't going to deny your offer.

He didn't.

"Fuck yeah you can." He rasped with a shit-eating grin, leaning back and pushing the sliding glass all the way open to make room for you to join him.

You stripped until there was nothing left, discarding all of your clothes into a pile on the tiled bathroom floor and stepping into the shower with him. The first thing you noticed was the heat. The steam from the hot water, the heat coming from Negan's body, all of it swarming your body with warmth. Then, him. All of him. From the water droplets falling from the scruff of his beard, the dark hair decorating his chest and trailing down the centre of his torso, and even the skull tattoo inked on the right side of his chest. The man was gorgeous. Your eyes dragged down his body, drinking in every inch of him until you got to the part you'd been anticipating most, but were interrupted. He cupped the underside of your jaw and urged your head back up, his thumb brushing along your chin as the tip of his thumb traced just along the edge of your bottom lip.

"You like what you're seeing, huh?" He seemed to be making more of a statement than genuinely asking, but you entertained him nonetheless.

"A lot." You replied simply, the intense and lustful look your eyes were lit with corrupting your stare as your eyes bore into his.

"Good."

He used the hold on your jaw to guide your lips to his, his lips claiming yours. The hand that had been cupping your chin moved to grasp the nape of your neck, his other hand gripping your hip and drawing your body against his. You could feel him hard against your thigh as he groaned into the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth so you could taste him and his hands keeping you pressed firmly against his body, your own hands beginning to wander from the top of his chest down to his abdomen. The water cascading down his shoulders caressed along your fingertips and down your breasts, the warm water trailing down your body whilst he continued to move his lips against yours until you couldn't breathe, and you were forced to pull back for air. The moment you did Negan dove his head into the crook of your neck and pressed his lips against your pulse point, gently sucking the skin there and occasionally teasing it between his teeth in a way that was sure to leave marks, his beard scratching along your jaw as he did. The attention he paid your neck had your hand rushing up the nape of his neck and into his hair, combing your fingers through the back before taking a fistful of his wet strands. The slight tension on his scalp and the way your breath was shaking right by his ear made him pause for a moment to smile against your skin, a hoarse chuckle following shortly thereafter. The warmth of his breath from the laugh felt hot on your skin, and you used the strands of hair you'd taken in your palm to urge his head back until his face was inches from yours again. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip when you found your voice.

"You've thought about this before haven't you, fucking me?"

His brows raised at your boldness, the corners of his mouth fighting a smile.

"Damn right I have. I'd have to be blind or crazy not to, you are easy on the eyes, darlin'."

"Oh?" You tilted your head as you feigned mock surprise, his eyes looking you over like you were good enough to eat, and you might just let him.

Slowly you leaned in and seductively ran your tongue over his lips, finishing with a small kittenish flick at his top lip before leaning back. You soaked up the wanton look in his gaze when you sank to your knees, your eyes locked with his all the while. Now kneeling on the floor of the shower you reached up and closed your hand around his shaft, the way his breath caught in his throat once he felt your touch giving you the encouragement you needed to lean in and run your tongue over the swollen tip, beads of precum gathering along your tongue as you did. As you licked at it you felt Negan's fingers stroke over your hair before he started to gather it in his hand, all of your hair soon clutched into his fist like a makeshift ponytail.

"Don't be a tease." He warned as he slid his free hand underneath your chin and cupped it, allowing him to use both the grip on your hair and your jaw to urge you forward.

Willingly your lips parted, his cock sliding past your lips and into your mouth.

"Fuuuck, there we go." Negan slurred as he slid further into your mouth, stopping just before he reached your throat.

He grunted once you flattened your tongue on the underside of his shaft and leant forward, bracing one of his hands against the tiled wall of the shower when he lowered his head to look at you.

"Shit, you look so good with a mouthful of cock." He rasped crudely with the dirtiest smile before pushing himself down your throat, and you fought the urge to gag as he did.

He started to move his hips, the motion prompting you to place your hands just above his knees for support whilst he slid in and out of your throat. Soon enough tears began to well in your eyes, the urge to choke too great as you finally gagged on him, the sensation making Negan momentarily screw his eyes shut before sliding out of your mouth. He let you breathe for a moment or two before he was already pushing down your throat again, his groans getting louder and deeper with every thrust.

"Ohh, good girl." He cooed, his sounds of pleasure gradually turning into a blatant string of curses as he repeatedly thrust down your throat, and you shamelessly took every single inch.

Eventually, the movement of his hips got slower, his moans getting louder until finally his hips stuttered and his abdomen began to tense. He tightened his grip on your hair, the harsh grasp burning your scalp, and then you felt the hot wet spurts of warm liquid coating your tongue. You waited until you knew he'd spilt every last drop and then carefully removed him and swallowed his release, your breath a little laboured whilst Negan hovered above you with totally ragged, uneven breath, his eyes half-lidded as he tried to come down from the high of his orgasm. A few tears had escaped your waterline and slid down your cheeks as he fucked your throat, but it had mixed with the occasional stream of water trickling down your face from the shower.

"You did so good, baby. So good." He praised as he finally released your hair from his hand and started gently running his fingers through it instead, his touch soothing some of the pain he'd inflicted upon your scalp.

You stayed like that for a moment just listening to the sound of the water until you felt his hand leave your hair and the sight of him extending it out in front of you for you to take, which you did. He helped you to your feet and wrapped his arm around your waist the second you straightened your back, his mouth crashing against yours and allowing him to taste himself on your lips, the urgency with which he kissed you making you moan into the kiss a little. Whilst he stole your air Negan guided you backwards until your back came to press against the steamy tiled wall, the condensation pooling on the tiles smearing against your skin, and the faint coolness to it making you gasp. You wrapped your arms around Negan's neck to draw him in closer, your hips subconsciously moving to bring your groin against his and allowing his still proudly hard cock to brush against your inner thigh. You broke the kiss to try to regulate your unsteady breathing, leaning back just enough so that your lips were practically still brushing, the hot heavy pants Negan breathed against your lips making you need him all the more.

"Negan?"

"Yeah?"

"I need you inside me."

He couldn't hold back the dangerous look his eyes filled with when you whispered exactly what you needed, an arrogant look in his eye as he leaned back and cockily smiled.

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart. C'mere."

He slid his hands all the way up the backs of your thighs, towards your outer thigh, and then took hold of your hips. The gesture prompted you to do a small jump that allowed Negan to hoist you up and trap you between the wall and his body, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands moved to cup your ass. In one calculated movement Negan lined himself up and sank inside you, the way you stretched around him eliciting a filthy moan from your lips almost immediately.

"That feel good, baby?" He purred, his voice full of arrogance.

He knew it did, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yes, god yes." Was all you could manage as he set a hard and intense pace, drawing all the way out before slamming back inside you, the feeling of fullness with every thrust making your mouth fall open.

One of your hands slid down his chest, his dark chest hair brushing up against your fingers as you did, whilst the other slid up his shoulder and moved to rest on the nape of his neck. His fingers were digging into your skin with the grip he had on you, strands of your hair clinging to the condensation of the tiled walls as you slightly threw your head back, uncontrollable sounds of pleasure spilling from your lips from the way he roughly fucked into you. The overwhelming sensation caused you to idly weave your fingertips in the hair at the top of his neck and run your hands through the back of his hair, occasionally tugging at it when he buried himself especially deep and you could do nothing but squirm in his grip. The water was still running just off to Negan's side, the hot water wasting onto the floor and creating a small pool at his feet. With the way you'd angled your body it allowed him to lean in and lick a stripe up the valley between your breasts, your skin feverishly hot against his tongue as he gathered some of the water droplets and left nothing but a trail of spit before beginning to kiss up your throat. He littered your neck with kisses, moving his affections to the side of your neck before planting a few kisses along your jaw, his stubble scratching along the side of your face all the while. It felt like heaven. You couldn't think about anything other than his touch, the way his mouth shamelessly marked your skin, the sounds of his heavy breath and the guttural groans spilling from his throat like music to your ears. By this point your sweet moans grew to resemble sobs, your legs slightly shaking in his hold as Negan thrust into you over and over, and a feeling started to burn in the pit of your stomach unlike anything you had ever felt before.

"Negan." was all you managed to choke out, practically in the form of a cry.

All you felt was his lips claiming yours, and the occasional parting of your lips just enough for him to whisper into the kisses.

"I got you, I got you, baby." He swore over and over, his gentle reassurance paired with his hard thrusts tipping you completely over the edge, and your whimpers getting lost in his heated kisses.

You feel the knotting in your abdomen just before everything comes crashing over you, waves of pleasure ripping through your body and making you clench around him as Negan continues to fuck you throughout your high, your mind hazed with overstimulation. Eventually his movements began to stutter, his abdomen clenching amidst the deep v-lines framing his hips, and a string of gravelly curses poured from his mouth. Carefully, Negan unwrapped one of your legs from his waist and urged you to set it down on the floor of the shower, the other still wrapped around his hips as he held it there. His free hand moved down to his shaft, wrapping his hand around it and giving it a few quick strokes until he finally came. His hold on your leg became more of a firm squeeze as he threw his head back a little and grunted, liquid splashing over the top of your inner thigh and beginning to gradually trickle down your leg. The bathroom was full of steam now, the air thick with humidity and both of your chests rising and falling rapidly as you both tried to catch your breath. After a few moments you felt Negan place your other leg down, his release still dribbling down your skin as you tried to come down from your incalculable high. His breath evened out a little, his eyes still half-lidded when his hazel eyes locked with yours, his gaze capturing you amidst the knowing grin playing on his lips. You were totally fucked out, and the sight made him chuckle.

"That good, huh?" He teased with raised brows, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip making you playfully roll your eyes and manage a small laugh.

"Shut up."

You'd give credit where credit is due, the man knew what he was doing, but you couldn't allow yourself to stroke his almost nauseating large ego any further. He shook his head with a smile, both of his hands smoothing over your waist and then taking hold of it, using it to lead you towards him. You let him coax you to the space closer to the shower head, the water now splashing directly against the back of his neck and trailing down his body, droplets of water simultaneously forming along Negan's jawline and repeatedly falling from his wet beard. He kept one hand on your waist whilst the other held one side of your face, his eyes boring into yours. His head tipped forward so he could rest his forehead against yours, water sliding down his neck when he started to speak in almost a whisper at first.

"If I hit the road, I want you to come with me."

You thought you may have not heard him right at first and leant back with slightly wide eyes, shock etched into your features.

"Really?" You muttered.

"Yeah."

A moment of silence passed, the stare you shared serving as more of an answer than any words you could utter, but you parted your lips to speak and did anyhow.

"You've got yourself a deal."

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Marvel:

All I Want (Professor! Steve x Reader, Parts 9/9 explicit smut in later chapters)

Saved (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Parts 4/4 non-violent non-con, kidnapping, explicit)

Daisy Safe, Rose Wild (soft! dark Alpha! Steve x OFC, non-violent non-con/dub con, reluctance, a/b/o, explicit smut)

Never (Dark! Steve Rogers x Reader, one-shot, non-violent non-con/dub-con, explicit)

Somebody to Love (Stucky x Reader, one-shot, non-violent non-con/dub-con, mmf threesome, explicit)

All that Glitters (Steve x Reader, one-shot, non-violent non-con/dub-con, explicit) *follow up to Somebody to Love

Barefoot and… (Steve Rogers x Reader, drabble, breeding, pregnancy)

Secret Weapon (Steve Rogers x Enhanced! Reader, drabble, non-violent non-con, explicit)

Safe House (Bucky Barnes x Reader, drabble, non-con/dub-con, explicit)

Woman (Steve Rogers x Reader, one-shot, angst, fluff, smut)

Paying It Forward (Steve Rogers x Reader, one-shot, fluff, awkwardness)

All the Things You Are (Steve Rogers x OC, one-shot, fluff, Christmas)

Finally Find You  (Stucky x Reader, one-shot, nonviolent non-con/dub-con, explicit smut, mmf threesome)

Midnight Snack (Steve Rogers x Reader, one-shot, explicit)

Cross My Heart (Steve Rogers x Reader, one-shot, explicit, grey story)

Game of Thrones:

Taken (Tormund x Reader, Parts 5/5, kidnapping, non-violent non-con/dub-con)

Star Wars:

Someday (The Mandalorian x Reader, explicit smut, angst)

Supernatural Fanfiction:

Mine (One Shot, Dean x OC, a/b/o) Alpha!Dean, Omega/OC, non-violent non-con, dub-con, explicit smut

Legacy (Arthur Ketch x OC, Parts 5/5, non-con, breeding, kidnapping)

Rainy Days and Mondays (Dean Winchester x Reader, one-shot, fluff, angst, mutual pining)

Labyrinth

Anam Cara (Jareth x Sarah, series 20/20) eventual smut

The Price (Jareth x Sarah, one-shot) non-violent non-con/ dub-con explicit smut

Erised (Jareth x Sarah, one-shot) mild smut

Ostara (Jareth x Sarah, one-shot) smut, exhibitionism

Cold Moon (Jareth x Sarah, one-shot) non-con/dub-con, explicit smut

Pajama Jam (Jareth x Sarah, one-shot, silly) link to AO3

**The Thorns Which It Bears (Jareth x Sarah, series, 5/?, eventual smut)

Till the Night Closes In (Jareth x Sarah, one-shot) explicit smut

Covet Thy Queen (Jareth x Sarah, one-shot) explicit

Lore Olympus

After Hours (Hades x Persephone, one-shot, explicit smut)

The Walking Dead Fanfiction:

Sunny Days (Multi Chapter 26/26, Negan x OC, romance, fluff, and explicit smut)

Hide and Seek (One Shot, Negan x OC, smut)

Oblivious (One Shot, Negan x OC, fluff and smut) written for Negan Smut Week 2017

The King (5/5 parts, Medieval Au, Negan x OC, smut, violence, possible dub-con, possessive Negan, knife play, bondage. No real plot just a collection of smutty one-shots)

The Resident Fanfiction:

Favorite Things (Multi Chapter 13/13, Max x OC, romance fluff, explicit smut, angst, voyeuristic/stalker tendencies, non-violent non-con, dub-con)

**denotes works in progress

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Negan–is–god’s Written Work Masterlist

Holy fucking I-need-an-actual-masterlist Masterlist!!! I live for feedback always and have several tag-lists that anyone can be added to if they wish!

Fandom : The Walking Dead Character: Negan

Siren Song - One-shot. Entry for @ladylorelitany‘s Monster Mash 2017 Challenge. The prompt was “Siren”. Third-person view of Negan’s encounter with a Siren. TWD violence/gore, language.

Eros - One-shot. Entry for @jeffreydeanmorgantrash‘s 1K Follower Challenge. My prompt was “Eros-God of Desire”. First-person/OFC. Jessica takes notice of Negan for the first time after a chance encounter. TWD violence, language, adult themes.

New Addiction - One-shot (currently!) Entry for @backseat-negan’s Backseat Writing Challenge. AU, First-person/reader insert. Reader finds herself looking for a fix and Negan may be just the one to give her exactly what she needs. Language, sexual situations, drug usage, assault. 

Skinny Dipping - One-shot. Entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Round 3 Negan Writing Challenge. Prompt was “Skinny Dipping”. First-person/reader insert. Reader and Negan unleash and relax after a run. TWD violence, language, adult themes.

Driving Stick - One-shot. Entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan Writing Challenge. My prompt was “Driving Stick”. First-person/reader insert. Negan gives the reader a lesson in driving stick shift. Smut, 18+

Your Savior - Multi-chapter fic. First-person/reader insert. Negan finds the reader after being attacked, can the reader find a place for herself at The Sanctuary? TWD violence/gore, language, assault, adult themes, smut, 18+.

Witness protection - https://negan–is–god.tumblr.com/post/172911883059/ashs-bday-april-13-negan-bodyguard-au

Fandom: Supernatural Character: John Winchester

My Father the Stranger - Multi-chapter fic. First-person/OFC. Jessica finally meets her long-lost father, John Winchester. When his world collides with hers she has to figure out if there is a place for her in it, and how to survive it for as long as she can. SPN violence/gore, language.

Fandom: The Resident Character: Max

A Friendly Evil - Multi-chapter fic. Third person/OFC. Rachel finds an amazing deal on an apartment and jumps on it right away. The landlord is gorgeous and the place seems too good to be true….is it?

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Negan–is–god’s Written Work Masterlist

Holy fucking I-need-an-actual-masterlist Masterlist!!! I live for feedback always and have several tag-lists that anyone can be added to if they wish!

Fandom : The Walking Dead Character: Negan

Siren Song - One-shot. Entry for @ladylorelitany‘s Monster Mash 2017 Challenge. The prompt was “Siren”. Third-person view of Negan’s encounter with a Siren. TWD violence/gore, language.

Eros - One-shot. Entry for @jeffreydeanmorgantrash‘s 1K Follower Challenge. My prompt was “Eros-God of Desire”. First-person/OFC. Jessica takes notice of Negan for the first time after a chance encounter. TWD violence, language, adult themes.

New Addiction - One-shot (currently!) Entry for @backseat-negan’s Backseat Writing Challenge. AU, First-person/reader insert. Reader finds herself looking for a fix and Negan may be just the one to give her exactly what she needs. Language, sexual situations, drug usage, assault. 

Skinny Dipping - One-shot. Entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Round 3 Negan Writing Challenge. Prompt was “Skinny Dipping”. First-person/reader insert. Reader and Negan unleash and relax after a run. TWD violence, language, adult themes.

Driving Stick - One-shot. Entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan Writing Challenge. My prompt was “Driving Stick”. First-person/reader insert. Negan gives the reader a lesson in driving stick shift. Smut, 18+

Your Savior - Multi-chapter fic. First-person/reader insert. Negan finds the reader after being attacked, can the reader find a place for herself at The Sanctuary? TWD violence/gore, language, assault, adult themes, smut, 18+.

Witness protection - https://negan–is–god.tumblr.com/post/172911883059/ashs-bday-april-13-negan-bodyguard-au

Fandom: Supernatural Character: John Winchester

My Father the Stranger - Multi-chapter fic. First-person/OFC. Jessica finally meets her long-lost father, John Winchester. When his world collides with hers she has to figure out if there is a place for her in it, and how to survive it for as long as she can. SPN violence/gore, language.

Fandom: The Resident Character: Max

A Friendly Evil - Multi-chapter fic. Third person/OFC. Rachel finds an amazing deal on an apartment and jumps on it right away. The landlord is gorgeous and the place seems too good to be true….is it?

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN AS JD RICHTER Extant: Season 2, Episode 1 - Change Scenario

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Cardiac Arrest

Denny Duquette x Female Reader

Summary: Your favorite patient Denny gets special treatment.

Warnings: no sadness, just smut. denny being denny, flirting, handjob, p in v, breeding, riding denny in his hospital bed

Note: I am going through an extremely obsessive denny phase right now. I'm sad and horny - send help.

"There's my favorite doctor." Denny grins as you enter his room. You smirk at him before routinely shutting the blinds, leaving the view of only the small rectangular window on the door for other's to see inside.

"I'd say you're my favorite patient, but that would be very unprofessional." You scan over his chart as his eyes burn into you, making your cheeks blush.

"Well, we can't have that.. Can't risk you getting fired and never seeing my pretty face again." He grins from ear to ear as you roll your eyes playfully, setting the clipboard down and sauntering over to his bedside. His hand reaches out lazily and you take it in yours without hesitation.

"Do you play scrabble with your other patients?" He asks.

"No... can't say I have."

"Held hands romantically with any other patients?"

You smile, dropping your gaze down to your fingers intertwined with his. "Who says this is romantic?"

"Me." Denny chuckles, bringing your hand to his chest and holding it there with his. Your own heart flutters at the small gesture as you feel his weak heart beating beneath his chest. You wish so badly that you could just snap your fingers and make him okay.

"Kissed any other patients?"

Your brows scrunch at him. "I've never kissed you, Denny." Your eyes drop to his mouth for a slight second before trailing back up to his chocolate eyes.

"Do you want to?" His voice turns low and raspy during this question, making your cheeks burn and your heart pound.

"Denny, I - I can't. I don't kiss my patients." You whisper, glancing at the door behind you.

Seriousness replaces the playfulness in his features as he speaks even lower. "Not even your favorite ones?"

His thumb rubs your hand gently as he looks up at you. You let your gaze drop to his mouth again, admiring his full pink lips and imagining what they would feel like against yours.

"Y/n..." He whispers softly.

Before he can finish, you bring your hand up to rest against his stubble covered cheek and lean down to press your lips to his.

You kiss him slowly, bringing his puffy bottom lip between yours and sucking it gently, savoring the taste of him. His hands reach up, one cupping your cheek while the other gently pushes on the back of your lower neck, urging your closer and deepening the kiss. Both of your mouths part before your tongues explore each other's mouths and you can't help when a soft moan escapes your throat.

After what feels like an eternity of kissing, you finally rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

"You're going to get through this. You have to. For me. For us.. Promise me, Denny."

"I promise." He whispers.

You kiss him again, harder this time, letting your hand trail down from his neck to his stomach. You grip his gown, frustrated that it's in your way.

The door creaks open quickly, making you jerk away from Denny and lock eyes with Dr. Burke.

Burke clears his throat, standing by the door with a face full of disappointment. "Y/n, I'm gonna do you a huge favor and pretend I didn't just see you kissing our patient."

"Easyyy, doc." Denny intervenes. "Dr. y/l/n here was just saving my life. It's called mouth to mouth." He winks at you, his signature grin spreading across his handsome face as you bite back your smile.

"Y/n, your shift was over 40 minutes ago. Why don't you call it a day?" Burke says, ignoring Denny.

"I'm, um. I'm gonna stay here tonight, make sure he's okay." It's not a lie.. Denny had surgery the day before, and you've been checking on him more frequently the past 24 hours.

"That's what we have night staff for. Go. Home." Burke demands and Denny nods his head at you, silently telling you it's okay.

"Fine." You look down at Denny, telling him goodbye with your eyes since you're unable to say goodbye with your lips.

You stand next to Burke on your way out. "If anything happens, I wanted to be notified immediately." You warn.

Midnight:

You lay wide awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling and all you can think about is Denny. Your heart hurts knowing he's there alone. No family, no friends.

What if he's bored?

What if he misses you?

What if.. what if something bad happens and you're not there?

"Fuck this." You jump out of bed, changing back into some clean scrubs and throwing your hair up in a ponytail.

You sneak through the hallway, careful not to wake your roommates as you leave.

When you finally arrive at the hospital, you choose the side entrance, scanning your badge and confidently walking in. You avoid eye contact as you walk past the nurses station and into Denny's room.

By some miracle, you made it without anyone questioning you, so you quietly shut the door behind you as you enter the room.

Denny sleeps soundly as you make your way over to his bedside. The only lights in the room are the ones coming from his machines since the blinds are still closed from earlier.

You pull a chair up next to him, carefully letting the bed side railing down to allow you to lean in closer next to him. You rest your head on his stomach, holding him in your arms.

Surprisingly he doesn't move, so you lay there enjoying the moment, feeling his chest rise slowly as he breathes until something twitches beneath his blanket directly in front of your face.

His body feels hot, so you lift your head off of him, leaning back up and pulling his blanket from his waist.

Your mouth drops open slightly at the outline of his fully erect cock. You can tell its long and thick and you can't tear your eyes away, imagining what it looks like beneath his gown.

"Like what you see?" Denny says sleepily, making you snap your eyes towards his and blush that you just got caught staring.

"Uh, I - I didn't see anything."

He chuckles. "But you want to."

His knees suddenly lift slightly until his feet are resting flat against the bed, blocking the view from the door window to his mid section.

"Denny.." You warn hesitantly, knowing this is wrong.

"If you don't wanna see it, now is the time to look away." He gives you one warning before moving his gown over his cock, revealing himself completely. You can't take your eyes off it, even if you wanted to.

Your mouth drops slightly open as you watch his hand wrap around it and stroke slowly up and down. "Y/n.." He moans your name softly as he watches you watch him.

"Denny, we can't.. we can't do this here."

"Then leave, baby. Cause I need to cum. Been stuck in this damn hospital for too long."

He continues stroking himself, tightening his jaw as his head leans back into his pillow.

Your cunt aches between your legs at the sight of him pleasuring himself and you bite down on your bottom lip hard as you give in, reaching for his dick and replacing his hand with yours. You squeeze him lightly before sliding your hand up and down his thick length.

"Denny.." You whisper as you watch the precum leak from his tip. "I need you.."

"Baby, trust me.. If I were anywhere but this damn bed, I would bend you over and give you the fuckin' of a lifetime."

A shadow skims across the room as you notice someone walk by the door. You take the extra sheet at the end of his bed, and shove it in the crack of the door, letting it hang over the window.

"Is that even allowed?" Denny asks.

"No... but neither is this..." You say as you slip your pants and underwear down your leg.

"Y/n.. baby. I don't want you gettin' in trouble cause of me."

"I don't even care anymore, Denny. I need you."

You climb over him, settling your knees on each side of him until your exposed center is hovering directly above his dick.

"Tryna send me into cardiac arrest?" He smirks up at you, gliding his hands up the sides of our legs and to your hips.

"Good thing there's a doctor here." You lean down, kissing him as you bring the blanket with you, trying to cover as much of yourself as possible - not that it matters, because if anyone walked in right now, you'd be fucked. And not in the way you're trying to be.

You kiss each other desperately as soft moans fill the dark room. He reaches for his cock, lining himself up to your entrance and you immediately slide down completely on him, taking every inch while still kissing him hard. He groans into your mouth as his hands simultaneously squeeze your ass and you ride him slow and gently, not wanting to put too much pressure on him.

"Fuck. You can go faster, baby. My heart might be weak but my dick isn't." He grins as you go slightly faster and grind into him just right, making his tip press into your g-spot over and over.

You study his face as you ride him, noticing the way his eyelids get heavy when he's turned on and how his pretty lips part slightly.

"You feel so damn good, y/n." He breathes out. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this."

"Probably just as many as I have" You whisper, your breathing unsteady like his.

He brings his hand around again, finding your clit and rubbing it like a pro, making you cry out until his lips crash against yours to suppress your sounds.

His finger, cock, and raspy voice work in unison to send you over the edge and you cum embarrassingly hard, feeling warm liquid rush out of you.

The sounds of the monitors connected to him beep faster as his breathing grows more rapid.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum." He whines out, giving you a chance to get off of him, but you refuse, keeping yourself in place so his load shoots deep inside of you.

He tenses beneath you, holding your hips down and pressing you completely against him as he comes undone, pushing his head further back into pillow.

A soft moan escapes his lips each time his dick twitches inside of you and it makes your pussy flutter, squeezing your muscles around him tightly.

He attempts to control his breathing as the monitor beeps at full speed. "I fuckin' love you."

You can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you kiss him again. "I love you, Denny. Now calm down, before you overdo it."

"Yes ma'am."

You carefully climb off of him and slip your pants back on while noticing the wet spot on the sheets below him.

"Sorry.." You blush as he notices the spot too. "Let me grab you some new sheets and I'll get them changed for you."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you back in the bed. "Don't.. you dare."

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Top tier DILF.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Negan Smith in The Walking Dead.

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He’s one of my fav people in the world. 💖

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Negan The Walking Dead: Dead City | S01E01 - Old Acquaintances