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Secret Night

Fanfic Request: Oh my haaawd hallelujah!!! Ok this will probably be a no from you bc it's pretty bad LOL! I was going to write it myself BUT I'll instead see if you'd like to. JDM visits a strip club after a convention and he gets a VIP dance. Reader notices his wedding ring. The dance turns super hot but they don't fuck. JDM comes back and this time without a ring.... They fuck fuck fuck!!!

Warnings: Smut, swearing, sex, cheating

Note: Sorry that took so long! I have so many requests! Feel free to send in more and feel free to request being tagged in my future fics!

There was a Walking Dead convention in town, and some of the guys from the cast decided to stop by the local strip club afterwards. When you saw the actors walk through the door, you had never been so excited to give someone a lap dance.

They sit in a group of chairs on opposite side of the room. As you walk over, the conversation finally comes into focus.

“Come on, Jeff! Just one lap dance!”

Jeffrey took his glasses off and rubbed his face, mixed with an unpleasant concoction of exhaustion and annoyance. He clearly had a very long day.

“Alright, alright, alright”, he finally grumbles, leaning back in his chair whilst placing his glasses in his coat pocket.

“But just so you know”, he continues, “if my wife finds out about this for whatever reason, I’m going to blame it on you.”

“Worth it!”, Norman says with a fist pump.

You stand there as you watch this entire conversation unfold between the two men, secretly hoping that Norman Reedus would indeed talk Jeffrey Dean Morgan into receiving a lap dance from you. Just looking at the man had you soaking in under a minute.

Jeffrey looks up at you from his chair and motions you forward with a flick of his fingers.

“C’mere, Doll”, he drawled.

Oh god, he sounds just like Negan when he says that. Your inner fangirl is hyperventilating. Little did he know that, when you weren’t working full-time at the strip club, you were curled up at home watching The Walking Dead.

You move forward and begin to straddle him, picking your leg up and placing it right next to his thigh. Before you’re even settled into his lap, he suddenly reaches up and aggressively pulls your thigh down, to where you’re fully straddling him.

Customers weren’t technically supposed to touch the strippers, but you made a major exception for Jeffrey. A small gasp comes out of your mouth as heat rapidly pools between your legs. You pray that your wetness doesn't get onto his pants.

You place your hands on the back of the chair, on either side of his shoulders and begin to gyrate your hips against his crotch, changing from circular motions to forwards and backwards to circular again. Within a matter of seconds, you can feel his growing hardness, which begins to press up against your clit.

“Someone’s a big boy”, you coo in his ear.

“Oh, darling, It’s not even fully erect yet...”, he says with a smirk.

Just his mere words were capable of getting you all hot and bothered. He stares up at you with lust-filled eyes, but you can see that he is working with every ounce of self restraint to not throw you down and fuck you right there.

You decide to tease him to the point of insanity, curious as to how far you could go and equally as curious to see what would happen when he could no longer take it.

You reach down and lick his neck, running the tip of your tongue along his jugular vein, all the way up to his earlobe. You hear a low growl deep within his chest as the muscles in his thighs tense up.

You gently begin nibbling and sucking at his earlobe as you feel his erection continue to grow. He certainly wasn’t lying about his size.

“Fuck”, he growls as he begins to desperately buck his hips up against you, sweat beginning to glisten on his forehead.

You begin sucking a bruise into his neck as you reach down and palm his crotch. You technically weren’t supposed to touch customers, as they were’t supposed to touch you, but you were too into it. You no longer cared about the rules.

He growls louder this time, desperate to touch you.

“Fuck, Doll. I’m married. This is too far. I have a wife and--”

He lets out another groan as his eyes close, completely lost in the warmth and pressure your palm brings to his covered member.

“Show me what a big boy you are, Jeff. Let’s see if I can handle you”, you whisper in his ear.

He mutters lowly in your ear, trying to keep others from overhearing as well as trying to keep himself composed: “Sweetheart, I’d love to fuck the shit out of you, but I’m married with a kid. I can’t do that.”

You make a pouty face as you stand up from his lap, noticing that your session was over. You look down at his crotch and see his still-raging boner.

“Looks like you got a huge problem that you need a professional to take care of”, you say as you wink at him with a smile.

He laughs awkwardly as he tries to adjust himself.

Jeff stands up, towering over your small frame. He smirks and says, “Maybe I’ll see a professional real soon, Darlin’. But right now I gotta head to bed because I have another long day tomorrow.”

You wave goodbye as he and his friends leave, hoping he would take you up on your offer.

After they all leave, the next few days are routine: nothing out of the ordinary, so you were incredibly surprised to see him come in again on a Thursday afternoon, by himself.

He immediately spotted you and sauntered over to you, placing a dollar bill in your bra. As he sticks his left hand out with his knuckles facing upwards, you notice he's removed his wedding ring.

He leans into your ear and asks in a low voice, “When do you get off work, Sweetheart? I still have a huge problem that requires a professional to fix.”

“I get off in an 20 minutes”, you say with a smile.

“Tell them you feel sick and that you have to leave now.”

“I can’t do that! They’ll know I’m lying and besides I only have twenty--”

He places his index finger and thumb under your chin and makes you look up him, straight into his eyes, still oozing with lust.

“Doll, this problem of mine is getting worse as we speak. I really, really need you”, he says, clenching his jaw.

That’s all it takes for him to convince you. You walk into your boss’s office and tell him you feel sick to your stomach all of a sudden. Luckily, he believes you, saying that leaving twenty minutes early isn’t a big deal anyways.

You put your street clothes back on: a flowy skirt and a colorful tank top. You walk back out to where Jeff is standing.

“Let’s go to my hotel, Doll. I’m in the penthouse with a kickass view and a hot tub. We can have dinner there, too.”

“That sounds great!”, you smile in approval and the two of you catch a cab to his hotel.

Upon arrival, the two of you head straight upstairs and enter his hotel room. You realize that he was completely serious -- it was a huge penthouse with a hot tub, balcony, and several different rooms.

He shuts the door behind you and walks over to you, pressing his body against yours from behind. You can already feel his erection growing again. He reaches down and begins kissing your neck, the sensations of his teeth and tongue putting you in the exact same positions he was in only a few days ago. Your legs go weak.

“Jeff”, you whimper, nearly collapsing if it wasn’t for his arm wrapping around the front of you, catching you from kneeing the floor.

“Don’t whine, baby girl -- you did the exact same thing to me the other night. Now you know how it feels to be teased”, he says with a smirk.

He moves back to kissing and licking your neck, occasionally sucking on the skin, leaving bruises, just as you did to him the other day.

You suddenly remember his wife and ringless hand. You turn around and look at him.

“Wait, what about your wife?”

“Doll, not to sound like a jackass, but you didn’t seem to care about my wife the other day.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong, but his decision to take you up on your offer to fix is “big problem” intrigued you.

“It’s just that you seem to have decided to see me again, when you were unsure last time. What changed?”

Jeff shrugged.

“Nothing changed. I have a great marriage. But she doesn’t have the sexual stamina that I do. She can’t keep up. I’m satisfied after I have sex with her, but then I’m horny again within the hour. It’s constant. She doesn’t need a good fuck as much as I do.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right girl and I can’t wait to satisfy you”, you say with a wink.

“Is that so?” Jeff asks, taking a step towards you until you’re pushed up against the wall.

“Yes”, you say breathlessly.

“Be careful what you wish for, Sweetheart”, he says gruffly, wrapping his hand around your throat, gently squeezing the sides, “I like it fuckin’ rough and kinky.”

“Don’t hold back”, you say breathlessly.

Any ounce of worry that lingered in his eyes faded immediately, being replaced with pure, animalistic lust. He picked you up with little effort and pressed you against the wall.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Doll.”

He presses his lips against yours, not warming you up at all. He slides his tongue past your teeth and it presses against your tongue. As the two of you battle over control, he gently places you back down on your feet and suddenly pulls away from your mouth. You whimper at the loss of sensation.

He slowly kneels down to his knees and lifts up your skirt.

“No undies, Doll? You’re a very naughty girl”, he says, reaching up and running his finger along your folds.

You gasp and begin to slide down the wall as your legs go weak.

“nuh-uh. You’re going to stay standing, hon.”

His dominant and authoritative demeanor make you even hornier.

“You’re already nice and wet for me and I’ve hardly touched you”, he says, pushing a finger into your entrance.

You groan and try to get friction by bucking your hips. He presses his hand down on your lower stomach, holding you in place.

“Be a good girl for me. Don’t you want to cum?”

Your eyes widen and you nod your head rapidly. He adds another finger and begins to move in and out of you, slowly picking up speed as your moans become louder and your breaths shorter.

Just as you near your edge, he pulls his fingers out of you, licking them to clean them off. You whine wantonly, desperate for a release.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to, baby girl”, he says, standing up and towering over you once again.

“Be a good girl for me and strip all your clothes off. Go lay down on the bed afterwards.”

You strip anxiously for him, knowing neither you nor your body wanted to engage in slow foreplay. Once naked, you lay down on his king-sized bed.

“Spread those legs for me, Doll. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.”

You spread your legs for him, eliciting a growl from him. He stands at the foot of the bed and unbuckles his belt before pulling down his jeans and boxers all at once. His erect member appears, as large as you had suspected.

He rubs his thumb over the tip, spreading pre cum along his shaft.

“You want to be stuffed with my cock, baby doll?” he asks while stroking himself.

“Yes, Daddy”, you say without thinking.

He pulls you to the very edge of the bed, to where your bottom was almost hanging off, and places your legs on his shoulders.

Slowly, he guides himself into your slick heat, moving all the way in until he bottoms out. Never have you felt more full. He takes up every inch of you, not missing one spot. Your breath hitches as you try to adjust to his size.

“I fuckin’ told you I was big, sweetheart.”

You let out a groan as your legs shake in pleasure and pain.

“Fucking hell, Jeffrey!” you cry out, almost breathless.

“I’ve heard that come out of a lot of women’s mouths”, he says cockily.

He begins to slowly thrust in and out of you, giving you time to fully adjust. As pain fades into pleasure, you beg him to go faster. He picks up his speed immediately and you throw your head back in ecstasy.

He suddenly flips you over on your stomach and pushes back onto you, grabbing a tight hold of your hair and nipping at the side of your neck.

“You like that? You like it when I take you like a fuckin’ animal? Is this what you fuckin’ want!”

“Yes, Jeffrey!” you cry out, coming to the edge of your orgasm.

He spanks your ass, the sudden pain on your right butt cheek registering to you moments after the sound of it. It was this sensation that finally threw you over the edge, your walls tightly gripping his cock, pulsating around it as he continued to move in and out of you, riding you through your orgasm.

“Shit”, he growls, his movements faltering as he pulls out and releases hot, white ropes of cum all over your back as he jerks himself off.

He stays in his position above you for a moment, catching his breath.

“I think that’s the best fuck I’ve ever had”, he says.

“You’ll have to let me know when you come back to visit.”

“Oh don’t you worry, Doll. I’ll be fuckin’ back.”

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so when my agent and manager called they said, ‘you’ve been offered this thing on the walking dead. It’s to play a big bad.’ and at that time they didn’t know the character’s name ‘cause i think it was supposed to be a secret. and I’m like, ‘is it fuckin’ negan?’ and they’re like, ‘i don’t know, we’re gonna have to call you back. hang on a second.’ and i’m like, ’no, it’s fuckin’ negan. and i’m fuckin’ doing it.’

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All y'all don’t mind that I reblog this all weekend

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Before the apocalypse Negan was just this random gym teacher and then after the apocalypse he became this hardcore, violent, merciless leader and he was probably like, “Sorry, the old Negan can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh! ‘Cause he’s dead!”

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Don’t worry guys, I’ll get to all your requests! I’ve just been super busy lately!

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Reunited

Fanfic Request: Can I make a smut request where Lucille is actually alive because she went into a coma and Negan was unaware and thought she was dead. Years later she is working at the sanctuary as a janitor and Negan finds out because her room was right next to his the whole time. Serious conversations turns to lovey dovey stuff. Negan gets rid of wives and shows Lucille just how much he missed her and appreciates and loves her. Fluffy/really smutty

Warnings: Smut, swearing, sex, fluff

You had only been at the sanctuary for a week after being found by a man named Simon who was kind enough to let you live and work as a janitor at the sanctuary.

You knew absolutely no one, but you counted your blessings because you knew that you were alive against all odds. When you woke up from your coma, the world had gone to shit and you had no idea what happened. Even worse, you were unable to find your husband, Negan. After a few weeks of searching for him in vacant houses and abandoned cars, you reluctantly gave up, knowing the world was getting too dangerous to just wander around by yourself.

You bounced from group to group every few months, consciously making sure you never grew attached to anyone. The best way to protect yourself in this world wasn’t just through weaponry, but also through a guarded heart.

While leaving your most recent group, you sprained your ankle running from the walking dead, leaving you injured and exposed. That’s when Simon found you. Again and again, you had narrowly escaped death, and this time was no different. He brought you back to the sanctuary and you got right to work.

You kept the factory and its surrounding areas clean on the daily, and it was no problem for you as you were allowed to work alone in a controlled environment. It was really just what you needed.

After a long day of sweeping up dirt and taking out trash, you head back to your room, exhausted. As you turn the corner and enter the long corridor to where your room is, you immediately slam directly into another body, immediately getting knocked to the floor.

Disoriented, you rub your head, having hit your head on the figure that was much taller than you.

“Oh my fuckin’ God... Lucille?” a familiar voice boomed out.

You look up at the figure, eyes tracing from the boots, past the leather jacket, and all the way up to his face. Your eyes widen as you let out a little gasp, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“...Negan!”, you sob through each breath you manage to take in.

You began to sob like a child, overwhelmed at the sight of your husband, whom you hadn’t seen for months and assumed to be dead. You stand up, your legs shaking and heavy; it feels like it takes ages to get onto your feet.

He reaches down and helps you up, picking you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him like a monkey.

“Negan, where the fuck were you? I thought you were dead! Where were you?! I thought I’d never see you again!” you cry out, a mixture of extreme sadness, happiness, and shock.

“Lucille”, he says gently, tears now beginning to fall down his own cheeks.

“I missed you so much, honey. I thought you were dead, too. The military personnel wouldn’t let me back in the hospital. I tried so hard to get to you, darling. I did.”

His voice cracks from the emotion and he nuzzles his nose in the curve of where your neck met your shoulder. For a long time, the two of you just stay like that, not saying a word, as the two of you try to wrap your minds around what’s happened.

“Let’s go to the cafeteria and get you some tea to drink, hmm?”

You sniffle and nod your head, and he takes your hand and brings you to the cafeteria where he has one of the cooks prepare two cups of tea, one for each of you. You sit down across from him and he looks at you, his face full of a certain sadness as he takes a sip of his tea-- the kind you get when overwhelmed with shock and relief, unable to comprehend any positive emotion right after you’ve gone through hell and back.

“Negan, what are you wearing? You... look different.”

Now that you’ve had the chance to sit down and look at him, you notice he looks so much different. No more jeans and button-down shirts. It was all replaced by a post-apocapyptic style. He even carried a baseball bat at his side.

He chuckled at your bluntness and strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I guess I sort of reinvented myself when shit hit the fan”, he says softly.

“What have you been doing these past several months?”

He lays it all on you, with 100% honesty, just how the two of you were with each other before you got separated. He discusses his rise to power at the sanctuary, the multiple wives, and how he’s had to instill a sense of fear in his people to keep order in a world that no longer had a government or police force to enforce laws.

“Wow, you’ve changed. You’re... you’re not Negan anymore”, you say, tearing up again.

“No, Doll, don’t say that. I’m still me. I’ve had to try and survive, too, and it’s not easy. I’m still the same man that you married. Please don’t think I love you any less. I will even get rid of the other wives that I’ve been with.”

Normally you’d be furious with him and his actions would be unspeakable, but a part of you understands why he did what he did -- it’s tough to be a widower in the apocalypse. Surely beautiful women would be tempting when you’re lonely and the population has really slimmed down. You just couldn’t force yourself to be angry at him. After all, you thought you’d never see him again.

As you look at him with each passing moment, it gets harder and harder to not feel him against you. You put your tea down and crawl into his lap and lay your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you.

Neither of you cared that people in the cafeteria stared. Their presence seemed to fade into the background as you only noticed each other. He pressed his lips against your forehead and stroked your hair.

“Doll, I need to take care of something. Let’s go back to my room. You can wait there for me and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He guides you to his room before leaving again, reappearing only ten minutes later and shutting the door.

“Hey, sweetheart. I just got rid of my wives. They have to fuckin’ work for points now, just like everyone else here.”

You gasp.

“Oh god, they must be furious with you.”

“Yeah”, he says with a laugh. “Amber through a shoe at me and Frankie started crying. The others just gave me the fuckin’ stink eye.”

He sat down on his bed next to you and you reach up and run your fingers along his cheek, over his beard.

“I missed your voice and I missed your laugh. I missed your smell. I missed everything about you”, you say with passion.

“I missed you too sweetheart. Hell, I even named my baseball bat after you.”

“You named it Lucille?!” you burst into laughter and shake your head.

“That is such a Negan thing to do!” you say amidst laughter.

He smiles and presses his lips against yours, gently pushing you down onto your back.

“Mmm, making love to me, Negan. I want to feel you close to me.”

He begins to kiss down your neck as he anxiously removes all of your clothes, before removing his own. Within ten seconds flat, the two of you are completely naked. There was no teasing or foreplay. There was no time for it. Both of you felt the need to make up for these past few months and it was going to take a while.

It was a loving, sloppy fuck, and one of the best fucks Negan had experienced. The sex he had been having with his harem paled in comparison.

He runs the head of his cock along your already-wet entrance before pushing inside, thrusting in and out of you slowly and lazily. You moan, wantonly, running your fingers through his hair and down his back.

“Please promise me I won’t lose you again” you whisper into his ear.

“I fuckin’ swear, Lucy. I fuckin’ swear. I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He moves to lay on his side, positioning you right next to him, your back against his chest. He places your leg over his hip and thrusts into you from behind, the new angle eliciting a louder groan from you.

You lean the back of your head against his chest, your mouth agape as he kisses and nips at your neck.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he says in a low voice, wiping the sweat that’s dripping down your body as your eyes role back, moaning like an animal.

Your walls begin to flutter and tighten around his cock and he steadily picks up his pace as you fall over the edge, having the most powerful orgasm of your life. Your vision turns black, and you lose all feeling except for the waves of pleasure that pulse through your body.

He reaches his orgasm moments after you, cumming inside of you, something he did for the first time in months, too afraid of getting his ex-wives pregnant. He pulls out after a few thrusts and collapses beside you.

You roll over to face him and stroke his sweaty hair.

“I missed you so much”, you whisper.

“I missed you too, Doll”, he said with a smile.

The two of you fall asleep, naked without a blanket, in each others arms.

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A Different World

Fanfic Request: Can I make a request where a girl loves the walking dead and loves Negan and suddenly on a stormy night, the power goes out in her apartment and suddenly the lights go back on and the t.v. comes back on but to the Simpson or something like that instead of the walking dead. And she heard something behind her and it's negan. She freaks and fandoms. Explains the whole world he is in and he sleeps on the coach. She goes to her room get all hands with herself cus of negan. Negan sees and then smut.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, sex

It was that time of the week again -- a new episode of The Walking Dead would premier tonight. You grabbed a bowl of popcorn and hopped onto your cozy couch to settle in for the next hour. The fact that it was storming outside made your apartment feel even cozier, sheltering you from the ominous thunder and lightning.

You flipped on the TV and began watching the new episode, focusing on every scene, and getting aroused every time Negan came on screen. God, he was sexy. You wished so badly that you could have a night with him. It would be filled with wild and kinky sex.

As you become further lost in your day dream, a huge flash of lightning appears right outside your window, the brightness blinding and thunder deafening. A millisecond later, everything stops working -- your tv turns off, the lights in your apartment go out, and your microwave clock is no longer lit up.

You sit there in the darkness for a moment, still shocked, and considering what to do. Before you even decide whether to take a shower in the dark and wait for the power to come back on, or just go to bed, everything turns back on. You sigh in relief, knowing that no electricity meant no air conditioning and without such, it wouldn’t been a very uncomfortable night.

You turn your attention back towards your TV, no longer showing The Walking Dead. Instead, you see The Simpsons playing.

“This isn’t what I was watching”, you mutter confused. You grab the remote and change the channel, but can’t seem to find The Walking Dead again. Puzzled, you go to your TV menu hoping to find some sort of answer.

Just as you start to browse through the TV menu, you hear footsteps and some light shuffling in the kitchen.

“Hello?” you call out, suddenly terrified that someone had snuck into your apartment earlier and just stayed hidden after you walked in from work.

You hear the footsteps head toward the living room, where you lay, and in comes a man dressed in a leather jacket, holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. It took you a moment to realize that it was Negan.

You blink hard and rub your eyes, making sure you weren’t hallucinating or processing the current situation incorrectly. When you opened your eyes again, nothing changed -- there he stood, just as he was before you shut your eyes.

You stand up immediately and back away from him, gripping a pillow out in front of you, ready to smack him if he came at you, still wondering if it was some sort of strange prank.

He looked just as confused as you, however, as he furrowed his eyebrows looking around your apartment, and then back at you.

“I hate to be rude, Doll, but I'm incredibly fuckin’ confused right now. Not one moment ago I was at the Sanctuary, ordering some of my men around. Where the fuck are my men, anyway? And where the fuck am I?!”

Your heart is beating fast in both terror and awe. You didn’t know how to act or what to say, especially as the current situation became more and more real as the seconds ticked by.

“I’m as confused as you are”, you manage to say.

“Where the fuckity fuck am I?” he says, a mixture of anger and confusion.

“New York City”, you say back immediately.

“Fuckin’ how?”

“I don’t know. But you’re here, and there’s no zombie apocalypse, and everything is normal here. Well, relatively normal. The recent election this past November has kinda been a curve ball for this world.”

“And just how the fuckin’ hell did I end up here?”

“I don’t know. Really. I didn’t do anything to cause this. There was a huge strike of lightening just outside my apartment and then you just sort of showed up. I thought someone had broken in, and I guess I technically wasn’t wrong. Not that I have a problem with seeing you in my apartment.”

He ponders this for a moment before focusing on you.

“Well, I suppose I can’t be too disappointed. Anything is better than trying to survive at the end of the world. I’ve ended up in a universe with regular plumbing and no food shortages.”

You start to consider your next move. He couldn’t just walk out and leave. He’d have no place to go. Sure you being attracted to him worked out in his favor, for if it was some creep, you would’ve kicked him out the moment you saw him.

“I think you should stay the night. I, um, have a black t shirt from my ex and it’s the only men’s item I have in this apartment, but I think it’ll fit you. Unfortunately I don't have any pajama pants”, you say awkwardly.

“That’s alright, Doll. I sleep in my boxers.”

You dig the t shirt out of your drawer and bring it back to him. He unzips his jacket and takes it off, along with his red scarf and t shirt. You watch him hungrily, staring at his toned abs and biceps, decorated with tattoos. You bite your lip as his muscles flex with every movement.

He slips the shirt over his head and sits down on the couch, next to where he placed Lucille.

“You can sleep on my couch. It’s really comfortable,” you say, not wanting to seem too desperate or aggressive for his attention. You couldn’t believe that you were trying to play hard-to-get with a supposedly fictional character-turned-real. You wanted to face-palm right there.

“On your couch? Darlin’? I was hoping I’d be able to sleep somewhere else, and WITH someone else.”

He winks at you and grins, showing his perfect white teeth while scratching his bicep. Heat pools between your legs and you know it’s only a matter of winks, smiles, and other flirtations gestures before you jump his bones.

“I think it’s best you sleep here tonight because I’m, um, a bit of a bed hog and I’m terrible at sharing a bed with other people. But I’ll see you in the morning! Goodnight!”

You run into your room to avoid further temptation and awkward confrontation. But you leave your door open so he doesn’t think you’re angry or standoffish. As you laid on your bed, you thought of him, his abs, his beard and what it would feel like against your skin, and his deep, husky voice that dripped with masculinity.

Reaching down your pajama shorts, you begin to touch yourself, rubbing your clit and pretending it’s his tongue. You get really into it, letting out quiet moans and heavy breaths, moaning his name quietly.

Suddenly you hear someone clear their throat and you open your eyes and see Negan standing in your doorway, leaning against the frame. You gasp in horror and pull your hands out of your shorts and close your legs, hoping he didn’t see any of what just happened even though he obviously just did.

“You need any help with that, baby doll?” he asks, before he runs his tongue across his lower lip.

“Um, it wasn’t what it looked like”, you said trying to cover up what just happened.

He chuckles darkly.

“Doll, I can fuckin’ see your wet fingers from over here. I know exactly what filthy thing you were just doing. I even heard you moaning my name. Don’t try and hide it from me.”

His eyes turn lustful, pupils dilated, eyes glazed over, as he stalks towards you. You’re breathing increases and you feel the heat between your legs immediately return, your tight cunt begging for his cock.

He reaches your bed and slowly leans over you, one hand by your head and the other one lightly grazing your hip. He lowers his face to yours and his nose lightly brushes against your own. You feel his breath against your mouth and he smells like mint. He must’ve been chewing gum just before he arrived in your apartment.

He tests your reaction by planting a light kiss on the corner of your mouth. You let out a faint moan and he leans back in, this time planting a kiss right on your lips, and then the third time opening his mouth and running his tongue across your bottom lip.

You eagerly wrap your arms around his torso and pull him against you as you open your mouth, inviting his tongue in. He slips his tongue past your teeth and runs it against your own. The feeling of it against your own drove you while and you wrap your legs around his waist.

You feel his growing arousal through his boxers against your lower abdomen, making you yearn for his cock even more. You reach up and pull the black t shirt off of him and run your nails down his back, most likely leaving red lines for the next morning.

He wraps his arm around your lower back and pulls up, exposing your chest and neck, where he plants delicate kisses. You hear a growl deep within his chest as he bites harder against the skin on your neck, a delicious blend of pain and pleasure.

He gently helps you sit up before pulling off your shirt, removing your pajama shorts as well. The hair on his chest tickles your skin, arousing you even more. He begins to move down your abdomen, planting kiss on it along the way down, before finally pushing your panties to the side and licking a wet stripe up your already-dripping cunt.

Your legs shake as you let out a louder moan.

“You want me to eat this pussy, baby girl?”

“Please, Negan!”, you say breathlessly.

He quickly dives in, running his tongue along your folds and across your clit. Soon he adds his fingers, which make a lewd wet noise as they move in and out of you. You grab at your bed sheets, desperately trying to ground yourself in the pleasure that enveloped you.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you cry out, your back beginning to arch off the bed.

He continues his motions, the feeling of his beard against your skin adding to the pleasurable sensations. Soon you come undone, releasing all over his hand and face as your body convulses and twitches.

He comes back up to where your face is and gently kisses your collarbone, sucking yet another hickey into it.

“I want you to fuck me, Negan.”

“Don’t worry, Doll. That’s exactly what I plan to do”, he says, a smile spread across his face.

It was an unusual smile. One that seemed to show a sense of compassion and tenderness, things you never really saw from him on TV. He was still Negan, but the angry undertones seemed to wash away minute by minute.

He reaches down and pulls off his boxers, all your clothes peppered about your floor, dispersed amongst each other. He gently parts your legs and wraps them around his torso as he guides his cock into your entrance.

“Shit, Doll. You’re fucking tight. I don’t know if I’m gonna last long with a pussy this tight.”

He begins to thrust in and out of you slowly, letting you adjust to his large size. His thrusts are met with your moans and whimpers as his cock massages your walls without missing a millimeter. He fills you perfectly.

“You take my cock so well”, he says softly, placing your legs on his shoulders, the new angle making your toes curl with ecstasy.

“Oh God, Negan. That feels so fucking good.”

“I know, baby doll”, he says with a little chuckle.

You feel your orgasm building up again, approaching fast. He feels you begin to tighten around his cock.

“Already, Doll? Aren’t you a horny lil’ thing.”

“C-c-cum. I need to cu--oh god, Negan! I’m coming!”

He wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides gently, enhancing the pleasure of your orgasm as you descend into a delicious darkness. He picks up his pace, chasing his own orgasm that isn’t far off.

His hips begin to stagger in rhythm as he cums, groaning as he fills you with his thick cream. Thrusting a few more times, he finally pulls out and collapses next to you, exhausted.

“Okay”, you say, taking a pause to catch your breath, “I guess you can sleep in here with me.”

The two of you get cleaned up and crawl under the covers and he wraps his arms around you as you fall into a peaceful asleep on his chest. But he stays awake because he wants to watch you sleep, your steady breaths pulling him into a much more desired reality.

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