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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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Acquired Tastes

Negan x GN!Reader

18+ ONLY / Requests are OPEN

Summary: Negan likes to see just what it takes to wake you up sometimes.

CW: Somno, light cnc, Daddy kink. No pronouns are used for the reader, but they do have afab anatomy.

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Negan knows, technically- that this is wrong. Technically, he shouldn’t want to put his fingers inside you while you’re sleeping and unaware. Technically, he shouldn’t want to push his thick cock inside you and see how long he can hold out and keep you asleep before you wake up and cum all over him.

God, he shouldn’t want it. And yet, here he is, standing over your peaceful form, groping at his very hard cock and inching the blankets off you. He almost chuckles at the way you instinctively curl up a little tighter to combat the cold.

He trails one finger down over your hip and over the line of your panties. You sigh in your sleep, snuggling closer into the pillow. He grins wolfishly and trails that finger underneath the edge of your panties to play at your folds.

“Oh, darling-” he whispers to himself. “Are you having naughty dreams about me?”

His finger slides up and down through your crease, collecting wetness as he goes. You let out a little noise in your sleep, brows furrowing down. It’s when his finger rubs against your clit ever so softly that your mouth pops open, a little panting whimper escaping you that makes Negan’s cock twitch.

He continues to rub at you for another minute or so, just until you start to wake up and then he stops again. He does this several times, working you up and then stopping and waiting until you settle back down again. Every time you were worked a little closer to the edge your sleep grew a little more restless and Negan loved to see it.

Eventually, he slides one finger inside you, pushing inside with little resistance. Clenching around him, he appreciatively gazes over the way you whimper and subconsciously grind yourself back against him. He slides a second in, pausing when you make a sound dangerously close to consciousness. Negan holds his breath, waiting to see if you’ll settle back down again. He’s already pushed the limits of the depth of your sleep.

Once you relax, he starts to pump them inside you. He’s not close to caring if you wake any more, and arches his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that he knows you love so much. Oh, the amount of times he’s made you squirt from attention to that spot. Your whining grows louder, hips beginning to wiggle before you finally open your eyes, letting out a yelp that mixes overwhelming pleasure and shock.

Your instinct is to kick him off and get him away from you. But Negan knows this and knows exactly how to stop that plan right in its tracks.

“Oh, what’s the matter, doll?” Negan laughs, pressing his free hand into your thigh to keep your legs from closing. He clambers onto the bed between your legs, situating himself comfortably. You cry out, head falling back as he thrusts his fingers into a particularly good spot. “Cat got your tongue, huh?”

“Oh, fuck- Negan- what are you doing?” You pant, thighs quivering. Your jaw drops open as he shoves a third finger inside, stretching you so nicely it’s all you can do not to melt completely into the bed.

“What does it look like?” He replies, pressing a sharp and painful bite into your knee. You whine and try to knee him. He catches the rogue knee and bites down into the flesh of your thigh painfully. You chuckle out a moan and he crooks his fingers up. The man knows what he’s doing, that is for sure.

Negan presses kisses down your thigh until he reaches between your legs, his beard scratching at your soft skin. He flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit and laughs at the way you gasp, bringing your hands up to tug at his hair.

“Now, now,” he tuts disapprovingly. “Don’t be rude, baby. Daddy’s workin’.”

You groan in frustration, but it doesn’t take long before he’s flicking his tongue over your clit like he’s praying to God (aka, your pussy) and fucking into you with his fingers at the same time. He knows exactly which spots to make you come undone, and exactly which letters to trace over your clit with his tongue to make you shake around him. You’re sure whatever he’s tracing into you are absolutely filthy words, but he’s never actually told you the prayer he carves with his tongue into your pussy. You doubt he ever will.

You cum like that, on his fingers and on his tongue. And he works you through it, licking up every drop of your cum. You grow restless with the overstimulation, whining and bucking beneath him. He holds you down and forces another one, and then a third orgasm out of you.

You’re a sweaty and exhausted mess by the time he's done. Muscles twitch and your legs ache like nothing else. Negan collapses on the bed beside you and pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You grin, and capture him in a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this with you, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The both of you had acquired taste, but that’s just what made you so perfect for each other.

“Now, how about a shower?”

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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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Me as a fictional character:

My type as a fictional character:

Idea from: @dixonsgirl93 🫶

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captainkelseyx · 1 month

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Setting an example - Negan Smith

(Warnings: Forced, Boot Worship, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

With a mockingly sweet smile playing on his lips and a glint of malice in his eyes, he gazes down at you. "Well, well, well, aren't you just a pretty little thing?" he jeers, his words dripping with sarcasm and menace. or, Negan just loves to humiliate and degrade.

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pedroscurls · 1 year

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Title: One Drunken Night (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: An Unexpected Stranger

Character(s): Negan (pre-apocalypse), Reader (third-person POV), Lucille Summary: Reader’s date stands her up, so she decides to stay at the bar anyway. Then, she meets Negan who unravels her entire world. Word Count: 2,462 Author's Note: I have been so excited to write this story and I can't wait for you all to read it. It is an alternate universe for the characters I'm writing and pre-apocalyptic as well. Also, I'm giving a warning that I am including Lucille in this story and while I love her and Negan together, this story will showcase their crumbling marriage. So bear with me! It'll all be worth it... Enjoy! Warning: SMUT!!!

“I’m trying, Lucille!” Negan yelled, running a hand over his face.

“Not hard enough,” she spat back.

This had become the norm. Negan would get home from work and Lucille would nitpick every little thing he was doing wrong. It had been like this for so long that he had gotten used to it. He didn’t know what happened in his marriage that caused this abrupt shift, but he was tired. He was exhausted.

“Nothing I do will ever be enough, will it?”

Lucille crossed her arms over her chest. “Seems like it.”

“Goddamn, Lucille. What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I want you to find a better job. We’ve already talked about this. You even agreed with me, even told me how you hate your job now, but you aren’t even doing anything about it!”

“Like I said, I’m trying.”

“Oh? And how’s that?” Lucille replied, shaking her head. “You come home and go straight to that game of yours, cursing at other kids… You’re a gym coach, Negan! I know that’s not what you want to continue doing.”

Negan scoffed. He rolled his eyes and looked over at her. “You don’t know what I want.”

“Yes, I do! You’ve complained about that job for so long, but you’re not doing shit about it and I am tired of hearing you complain.”

Negan tightened his jaw. He knew she was right, but he just was too comfortable at the position he was in now that he didn’t want to start over and look for another job. He didn’t want change. “My complaining isn’t hurting anybody.”

“It’s all you talk about!”

“Well, that’s a fucking lie. You’re no saint either, Lucille.”

She shook her head. “I’m trying to make this work.”

“How? By yelling at me every fucking day?”

She threw her hands in the air and sighed, looking over at Negan. “I don’t know what to do to help you anymore, Negan.”

“I don’t need fucking help, Lucille.” He spat, turning on his heel. He grabbed his car keys and left the house, slamming the front door shut. Negan needed to get out of the house. He didn’t know how much more he could take, but he needed space, he needed fresh air.

So, he went to a bar in the city. Negan looked down at his hand and sighed, removing his wedding ring and putting it in the glovebox. For one night, he just wanted to forget.

Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a glass of scotch and focused his attention on the basketball game that was being broadcasted. He had lost count of how many nights he and Lucille argued. He didn’t know what happened in his marriage that led to the constant arguments, the constant nitpicking. He didn’t even feel like Lucille wanted, or even loved him, anymore. If anything, the look in her eyes was always filled with disappointment. While the arguments were consistent, his sex life with Lucille wasn’t. He tried to initiate sex plenty of times, hoping that physical intimacy would ease whatever tension was built up, but she had rejected him every single time. So, Negan had become quite acquainted with his hand. It wasn’t the same, but he didn’t know what else to do.

He was so distracted in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed a beautiful woman sitting next to him. Alone.

“Goddammit!” Negan heard her say. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, noticing that she was also focused on the game. “How’d he miss that shot?” she asked herself.

Negan downed his drink and raised a finger to order another. It was the courage he needed to make conversation. “You a Lakers fan?”

She didn’t face him, but she nodded. “Oh yeah. Though, the 2008 Lakers is my all-time favorite.”

Negan smirked to himself. He yearned for conversation that didn’t lead to him getting yelled at. “I’m Negan.”

She finally turned her attention to him. She surely wasn’t expecting someone as handsome and ruggedly sexy as him to talk to her, so it took her by surprise. The salt and pepper beard sat perfectly on his face, showcasing his dimples and his thin, inviting lips.

He was the perfect distraction she needed.

“That’s an interesting name.”

“Yeah… Don’t ask me why my parents decided on it.”

She giggled. Negan was feeling increasingly confident. “I’m Y/N.”

“Well, nice to meet you. You waiting on anyone?”

“Had a date.”

“Oh, that bad?”

“He stood me up.”

“Ah fuck, I’m sorry, doll. His loss.”

She smiled, shrugging a shoulder. “It wasn’t serious. To be honest with you, it probably would’ve just ended up with me hooking up with him anyway.”

Negan choked on his drink, quietly coughing to clear his throat. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Hm? Oh, I met him on this dating app. You know what that is?”

Negan scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. “Of course. I’m not that fucking old.”

“Well then, you should know that those dates rarely turn into something serious. It’s an easy way to hook up with someone.”

“Pretty thing like you don’t got a boyfriend?”

She grinned. “I can’t be tamed.” Though, she was partly lying. She had her eye on someone, developed a crush, but the man didn’t know.

Negan instead laughed. He shook his head and motioned to her empty drink. “What are you drinking? I’ll pay for the next round.”

“What a gentleman.” She winked. “Drinking a glass of moscato.”

“Fancy.” Negan smiled, ordering another glass of wine for her.

“Hardly.”

“So, it seems like you’re shit out of luck in the hooking up department,” he commented. Negan stared into her eyes and could tell that she was thinking the same thing. He watched her bite her lower lip, practically confirming that she wanted him too.

“Maybe not. The night is young, Negan.” She then turned her attention back to the game, once more getting excited with the game. Negan looked at her with an amused gaze.

Oh, he was definitely going to sleep with her tonight. He would deal with the consequences tomorrow.

A couple of hours later, Negan and Y/N were now facing each other. His long legs were brushing against hers, practically inviting her to spread her legs for him. She was getting handsy, either running her fingertips along his forearms or running her hands along his thighs. It made Negan excited at the thought of how his night was going to end. It would feel good to feel something other than his hand for once.

“I can’t believe my team lost,” she said, feigning a pout.

“You poor thing,” Negan replied, leaning in closer to her. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked innocently.

“Hm…” I can think of a few things,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.

“Oh yeah?” What do you have in mind, doll?” Negan smirked.

“Wanna go back to my place?” she asked.

Negan grinned. “Let’s get out of here.”

Back at her apartment, Negan didn’t let her kiss him. Internally, he was battling with himself, but he couldn’t help the ache in his lower half. His mind drifted to Lucille, but he pushed the thought away once he saw Y/N pull her shirt over her head to reveal that she wasn’t even wearing a bra back at the bar.

“What?” she asked, undoing the button on her pants.

“Y–You weren’t wearing a bra while we were at the bar?”

She shook her head, licking her lips. “Who needs ‘em?”

Negan growled, pulling her to him and running his lips along her neck. He peppered kisses along her soft skin, hearing her whimper as a result. He felt his cock stir awake, pushing against the fabric of his pants. His hands ran along her sides, feeling her skin against his fingertips as he brought both hands to grasp her breasts. She gasped and Negan pulled back to look at her.

“Goddamn, you are beautiful.”

She grinned, pushing him down onto her bed. Y/N undid her pants, pulling them down with her panties as she stood in front of him, naked.

“Take your clothes off,” she demanded.

“Oh, yes ma’am.” Negan nodded, removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Quickly, he undid the buckle on his belt and undid the button and unzipped his pants. Before he could push it down his legs, he watched Y/N kneel down in front of him. Immediately, he got excited about what was to come and he sat up, watching as her hands ran up his legs to the waistband of his pants.

“Can I?” she asked, fluttering her eyes innocently.

Negan smirked, bringing a hand down to cup her cheek. “Oh, you better, doll.”

She grinned and pulled his pants down with his boxers. His cock sprang free, twitching against his lower abdomen as Negan let out a quiet moan at the pressure that was released. He let his hands rest at either side of him, licking his lips.

“Well?” He asked.

“It’s– It’s big.”

He smirked. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, doll.”

“Can you at least say please?”

Negan growled, bringing a hand to grasp a chunk of her hair. He used his free hand to grasp his cock, letting his tip run along her wet lips. “Oh no, doll… If anyone’s going to be begging, it’s going to be you. Now, open up.”

“Happily,” she winked, parting her lips to let his tip slip inside.

Negan groaned, releasing his cock and allowed her to take hold of it instead. He forced himself to keep it together, feeling her petite hand stroke his member as her lips sucked on his tip. It was the right amount of pleasure that caused his eyes to roll shut.

“Fuck,” he growled.

Y/N was feeling accomplished, slowly moving in sync with her hand and her mouth. She used her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn’t. She could feel him stiffen further and taste the liquid that was leaking at his tip. She was becoming increasingly wet and she wanted to feel him inside of her.

“Get up here,” Negan demanded. He was probably thinking the same thing. “I don’t know how long I’m going to fucking last if you keep doing that.”

She pulled away, licking her lips. “Mm, I really do love blowjobs.”

Negan grunted. He was enjoying her colorful language and the fact that she wasn’t holding anything back. He was used to women, especially Lucille, who didn’t like giving head and he always hated asking for it, but here was someone who eagerly enjoyed it as much as he did receiving it.

“Where do you want me?” She asked innocently.

“Oh, don’t play that innocent card on me, baby.” Negan grinned, pulling her onto his lap. She felt his tip brush against her opening, causing her to whimper as a result. “We both know how naughty you are.”

She grinned. “Shh, it’s our little secret.” Negan didn’t have time to register or respond because she had grasped his cock, lining his tip to her opening before she slowly lowered herself onto him. He moaned aloud, feeling her tight walls wrap around his cock so eagerly.

“Fucking fuck!” He exclaimed, bringing his hands to her hips. “You feel amazing.”

Her response was a loud moan, slowly lifting herself up and down along him. She pressed her feet on either side of his legs, squatting down repeatedly as she felt his cock stretch her from within. It had been like nothing she felt before and she decided that she was going to stop going after men her own age. After all, she always had a thing for older men.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as her rhythm picked up in speed.

Negan grunted, allowing her to ride him like her life depended on it. This was definitely better than his hand.

“Fuck, baby.” Negan grunted, holding her flush against him as she moaned at the feel of him being fully inside her. “Yeah, look at you… Taking that dick like a champ.”

She moaned, staying still for a moment as she wrapped her legs around him. Negan grinned, standing from the bed and slowly lowering her onto her back. He pulled back, looking down at his slickened member once he pulled out.

“No… Come back.” She whimpered, pulling him by the hips.

“Where’s my please?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Please.”

“Good girl.” Negan grinned, grasping his cock and slamming into her. She moaned once more, moving her hands to grasp her sheets tightly.

Negan didn’t hold back anymore. He continued to slam into her repeatedly, the sounds of their skin slapping echoed throughout her walls. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, causing Negan to lean down to latch his lips onto one of her nipples. Y/N arched her back into his mouth, feeling her walls slowly begin to tighten around him.

“Fuck, I know you’re close… Come for me, baby.” Negan mumbled against her, flicking his tongue against her erected nipple.

With one thrust, he felt her walls tighten almost painfully around him. She practically screamed out in pleasure with her eyes shut and her body shaking against him.

“That’s right… Good girl.” Negan didn’t falter, continuing his thrusts as he felt his own climax approaching. With a few more thrusts, he groaned aloud, filling her opening with his release.

“Fuck…” He whispered, falling against her. “Fuck.”

She grinned, running her fingertips along his back.

“You were great,” she said. “Really great.”

Negan smiled, pulling back and slowly pulling out of her. “You were too.”

“Just so we’re clear…” Negan heard her say. “This won’t be happening again.”

Negan arched a brow. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Positive. It’s called a hook up for a reason.”

Negan smiled, pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing his boxers and jeans. She was probably right anyway. He was still married and it wasn’t like they could just be in a relationship after this.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted.” He said, pulling his boxers on to cover himself. Negan took one last glance over her bare body before she covered herself with the blanket.

“I agree. It was– It was sensational.”

“Oh, now you’re stroking my ego.”

“I was stroking something else there for a minute,” she winked.

Negan laughed. “Take it easy, doll. Thank you for an amazing night.”

She nodded, biting her lower lip. “Take care of yourself, Negan.”

Negan gave her one last nod and left her apartment. He sighed, walking to his car and stepping inside. He opened the glove box and pulled out his ring, taking a deep sigh.

“Back to reality…”

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Part 2.

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negansbackdoorwhore · 2 years

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negan x reader where reader somehow convinced negan to let her paint his nails and she’s gossiping and he joins in and shares his own gossip pieces <3

love you and your writing as always bbg <3

thank u bby! im glad you enjoy my content ❤️❤️❤️

“Negan! I’m bored!” You say as you crawl into his lap and make a pouty face. He kind of giggled and held your body.

“The hell you want me to do about it?” He said as he leaned further into the couch. Your arms wrap onto his thick neck and gently caressed his skin. He wore a smirk and you leaned to kiss him.

“Maybe you could let me do a little makeover?”

“No way. Out of the question.” He said in disapproval and removed his arms from you.

“C’mon! Pretty please.” You beg as you kept a tight hold on his body and started planting kisses over his face and neck.

“Please Daddy.” You whisper and feel happy as he tries to bite back a smile. You knew the things that drove him crazy.

“I guess. If it will make you happy.” He sighed out and groaned as you squeezed him into a tight hug.

“Yes! Let’s do your nails.” He was then drug to the kitchen table as you brought out different colors of polish for him to pick.

“Pick a color.”

“I don’t fucking know. There’s too many.”

“Well then we’re going yellow.”

“Ah no! That won’t flatter my skin, do black.”

“For someone who’s not into this, you sure know your shit.” Negan rolled his eyes and placed his hands flat on the table as you carefully started to paint his nails.

“You happy?”

“I am now babe. Can’t say too much for others.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well there’s a coworker who’s in the middle of a big breakup.”

“Do tell me more.”

It was just simple office drama between the new manager and her husband. But she’s been all moody and spilling out her guts to everyone. So why not tell your boyfriend. You kept going on and focused your eyes on his hands. So far, they were looking great. Little did you know that Negan knew the boyfriend of your manager. It was crazy. Negan spoke about how thar boyfriend had been bragging about seeing two girls and shit. He didn’t care much because he was at work but knowing this, he will definitely pay more attention.

“Okay, you’re nails are done but keep still so they’ll dry.”

“They look good babe.” You put away all your polishes and went into your bedroom. Negan noticed you had been gone for a few minutes and walked while still being cautious of his hands. He held them a good few inches away from his body as he went to see you laying bed.

“You good baby?”

“Oh I’m just fine Daddy. I just wish someone would join me under these covers.”

“Fuck.” He swore under his breath as his hands still needed to dry.

“You are going to get it when this shit dries!”

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barbedbetty · 2 years

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Can anyone teach me how to make a master list of my fanfics?

Because I have 2 more Halbrand stories ready to publish plus a sequel to ‘Stay With Me’,

AND

I’ve got some Soldier Boy for y’all!

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ruinedbynegan · 1 year

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I miss this Negan tbh.

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twdxtrevor · 9 months

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My favorite cowboy, I'd love to take a ride . .

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Cann uuuu plas make negan x Virgin reader like anyway you want

Hi cutie!

Here are some GN!Virgin!Reader HCs. 18+ under the cut

requests are: open and encouraged

TWD tag list: @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

Negan does his best to not go to far too fast, but he finds it difficult sometimes.

Given your inexperience, he loves to do his best to rile you up as much as possible. He likes to see how red he can get your cheeks to flush and how hard/wet he can get you.

All of the neck kissing and nosing. He loves the way it shoots goosebumps up and down your skin. Whenever he does this he likes to run his fingers down your arm and tease you for being so dirty.

When you decide you're ready, he does his best to make it special for you. A nice massage and having you up on his lap so he can feel you up and slowly strip you down.

He's reverent in the way he presses open-mouthed kisses up and down your body, telling you how gorgeous you are.

"Oh, my darling- is this all for me? God, you're gorgeous. Just fucking look at you. Perfect."

The first time he eats you out you cum on his tongue like a person possessed. He loves the way you yank at his hair.

The first time he fingered you open, he almost came untouched with how sensitive and tight you were

The first time he actually fucks you, it's soft and sweet. He's still Negan- and there's still light domination and throat holding, but he's so loving for you. He's in adoration of you.

After your first time he slowly starts introducing you to other kinks and things to try. And he always delights when you find something new to enjoy.

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fuckingfuckityfuck · 3 years

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jeffrey dean morgan in white tshirt is the real definition of sex

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captainkelseyx · 2 months

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The Affair - Chapter 12: For you*

Tell me why I've started to write edits about this man??!

His breath hitched and the atmosphere shifted, your newfound assertiveness catching him off guard. A sense of anticipation sent shivers down his spine, "I love you more than anything or anybody, and I will do whatever it takes to be with you always. You mean the world to me; you are the only thing I need." He kissed your neck again, only to speak up again. "I am completely and utterly in love with you" he said with a breathy voice as his lips landed onto your neck again, his breath tickling your skin. Unable to resist any longer, you crashed your lips into his. Straddling his hips, only the towel and your panties separated you. You felt him groan into the kiss, one of his hands reached your hair and ran his fingers through it while the other pulled you in closer. Not long after, he flipped you onto your back, losing his towel in the process. His hands wrapped around your wrists, to gain the dominant position, intensifying the kiss. The tension increased as the kiss continued, and your bodies touched, breaths becoming heavier with the rising heat. Jeffrey returned to kiss you neck, causing your breaths to grow shorter with each tender touch. One hand remained on your wrists while the other traveled down your body towards your panties. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked in a husky voice, his hand inching closer to the edge of the panties.

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(I consider this as the first actual smut I've written, now my question is, how do I get better at it?? ugh.)

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pedroscurls · 2 years

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Title: Control

Character(s): Negan and Reader Summary: You and Negan have the same temperament, and when you both get into an argument, it is always a battle of power and control that ultimately leads to angry, rough, dominant sex. In this instance, who wins the argument? Word Count: 1,077Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I know it has truly been such a long, long time, but I have missed writing. Thank you to the anon who sent in this request. I hope it turned out okay! Enjoy!

“You belong to me.” Negan said, staring deeply into your eyes. The smirk was long gone from his lips. His jaw was clenched. His grip on Lucille tightening and the whites on his knuckles appearing from its clench. “Do I need to fucking remind you?”

You rolled your eyes. You had known Negan long before the apocalypse, even helped him cope with his wife’s death, but with the same temperament, arguments were always inevitable. It was always a battle of dominance between the both of you. At this point, keeping score was useless; you both had your fair share of winning arguments.

“Oh no, not at all. You spew that bullshit to everyone in this place, so it’s kind of hard to forget,” you replied sarcastically.

“I need to fucking keep order in here, or else people will die.”

“Right. Like you are the only one able to keep them safe.”

“I am!” Negan yelled. “These sorry fucks wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me!” He advanced towards you, his eyes never deviating from yours.

“And who saved you?”

“Oh, fuck you.” Negan cornered you, resting Lucille against the wall. He stepped forward until his chest was pressed against yours; your back pressed against the wall. It always started this way. The argument starting as a yelling match and leading into angry, rough sex.

“You need to realize that when it comes to me, I’m not just some person you saved.” Your eyes bore into his. You noticed the darkness in Negan’s eyes and even without a response from him, you knew where his mind had gone. There was a moment of silence, staring into each other’s eyes and reliving plenty of memories from the past. You both were breathing heavy and with your back against the wall and Negan mere inches away from your face, anger soon turned into lust.

All of a sudden, Negan’s strong hands grasped your hips and pulled you flush against him. You gasped and in that moment, Negan knew he had broken down your walls and you had forgotten just exactly what you two were arguing about.

“From the way you’re looking at me, I think it’s safe to say that you do fucking belong to me,” Negan grinned.

“Oh, shut up!” You tried to squirm away from him, but instead, he turned you around with your back now facing him. Without hesitation, Negan gently pushed you against the wall and you put your hands out in front of you to brace the soft impact. He grabbed the waistband of your jeans and roughly tugged it down with your panties. You were exposed for Negan, waiting impatiently.

“Negan…” You begged.

“Goddamn, I love the way you say my fucking name.” You could hear movement coming from behind you and you turned your head to take a look. You noticed Negan undoing the belt on his pants and pushing it down his legs. Suddenly, his erected member sprang free. You gasped, awaiting for what was to come. After the brief argument, you knew Negan was going to be rough and you couldn’t wait.

Negan pushed his foot out to gently spread your legs, which you willingly did for him. Instead, you pressed your hands against the wall and bent over for him, pushing your backside eagerly against him. You could feel the warmth of his member pressing against you, pulsating and throbbing.

“You want this bad, don’t you?” Negan said, grasping his member and running the tip along your slick opening.

“Negan, please…”

“Wow, what a fucking treat! I didn’t even have to ask you to beg and here you are, already doing it.”

“Negan!” You exclaimed impatiently.

“Say it then…” He pushed his tip inside of you, which caused you to gasp, but before you could take control and push back against him to allow him to enter you completely, you felt him pull away.

“Negan, stop playing around…”

“Oh, baby, I’m not. Say it. Who do you fucking belong to?” He continued the movements of running his tip along your slit, sliding into you just enough to give you a taste and then pulling back, leaving you empty, wet, impatient, and frustrated.

“No,” you replied. “Just fuck me.”

“Mm… Where are your manners, baby? You want it so bad, then fucking say it.” Negan suddenly slammed into you, feeling your tight walls surround his length, but before either of you could enjoy it, he pulled away. You let out a frustrated sound and suddenly turned around to face him.

Negan was smirking, slowly stroking his length as his eyes raked over your exposed lower half. Instead, you kicked away your jeans and removed your shirt and bra. Negan couldn’t help but watch you undress, feeling himself leaking at the sight of you.

“You are goddamn beautiful,” he commented.

You didn’t reply. Instead, you pushed him back against the bed, watching the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and ultimately falling back.

“I get a show and you are going to ride me? Fuck me!” Negan grinned, removing his white shirt and tossing it over the bed.

“Shut up,” you said. “You belong to me.”

Negan widened his eyes. The sudden urge to take control appeared and he pulled you to him, your body falling on top of his. You tried to grab his hands to place above his head, but he wasn’t letting up. Instead, he rolled over and placed himself between your legs while grasping your wrists with one hand and pressing them on the bed above your head.

“I think you’re mistaken. For the amount of times you’ve been on your knees for me, I’d say you belong to me,” Negan growled. With his free hand, he reached down and let his fingertips run across your wet slit. You gasped, your body shuddering for more contact.

“It’s all for show,” you retaliated. “At the end of the day, Negan, we both know you would do anything for me.” You stared deeply into his eyes, feeling his fingertips dance across your wet heat.

Negan’s eyes softened for a moment. While this was all fun and games, you and Negan both knew that there was love between you. Unspoken love, but love nonetheless.

“Mmm, I guess you fucking win…” Negan moved his hands to rest near your head, keeping his eyes locked onto yours and slowly sliding himself into you. “This time at least.”

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negansbackdoorwhore · 2 years

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Hii can u write something with Negan about having a soft spot for the reader and he’s trying SO HARD to be gentle with her. (Like not that sarcastic and harsh) 💕

so sweet! also hope this is what you wanted 😅

Warnings: smut, mild fluff, dirty talk

Catching Negan’s eye was something you never thought would happen. But why not take advantage of this opportunity, especially with all the ladies whom throw themselves at him. You were a bit jealous but forgot the feeling whenever Negan flirted with you. He started to make things a bit more physical whenever you were alone and how sometimes he’d visit you at night.

Just like tonight. You were just now getting ready to slumber when the sound of your room’s door was heard. You knew exactly who it was with the sound of boots that made you smile. The feeling of weight on your mattress made you giggle when feeling Negan tug at the covers. His curling behind you to wrap his arm around your middle and to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“I know you’re fucking awake baby.”

“So? I’m tired from today, I want to sleep.”

“You do? Well too fucking bad.” You laugh as he turns you over to lay on your back and pins your wrists down. He leans down kiss your lips and keeps giggling as you smile. Soon you both get lost into each other and the kiss grows more serious. His grip growing tighter as he leans into your body to press his weight between your legs. You moan as his lips caresses over yours and begins to move along your jawline. You feel his teeth lightly bit your skin and how his fingers dig into your skin causing you to let out a wince. Negan noticed and immediately stops.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. But can I ask you something?”

“Course you can.”

“Why are you so rough? I hear your wives saying how rough you get during sex and how you like to leave marks.”

“I just am. Y/N, I like getting down and dirty fast. I think it’s fucking hot and love getting the best reaction out of my partner is the bomb. Especially when I can fuck an orgasm into them so fast.”

“I mean I get that but can you try to be gentle with me? It’s been a long time since I’ve slept with someone.”

“I can fucking try but I can’t make any promises.”

You nodded and pulled him to kiss you again. Your hands held onto his thick neck and he continued his hips grinding against you. He moved his hands away from you to place on either side of your body to grip onto the sheets. He was doing his best to hold himself back from ripping your clothes off. His lips moving away to go towards her collar and moving to push up your shirt.

“Oh baby. I’ve been fucking dying to have you like this.” He whispered against your skin as your shirt was removed over your head. Your night clothes didn’t consist of a bra or any kind of pants so now you were left in your panties. Your body felt so exposed, especially with Negan still in his tshirt and jeans.

“You’re overdressed Negan.”

“Am I? Well let me fix that.” He moved to have his shirt come off his body and started to undo his belt from the waistband of his pants. You watched him closely as he moved off you to kick off his pants to the wherever they might end up on the floor.

He continued to his work by having you face his body that way you both were on resting on your sides. His eyes looked you over before leaning to kiss you again. The feeling of his cool hand touched over your naked breasts made you whimper against his lips. His hand gently massaging and moving his thumb to sweep over your erect nipple. Negan pulled away from the kiss to move to the crook of your neck and his occupied hand going to grab your ass. Your hand resting on his shoulder and the other arm wrapping onto his neck as your fingers threaded into his hair. Negan’s warm breath tickled your skin as you felt his tongue lapping at your pulse.

“Negan.”

“I promise to be gentle with you baby.” He rasped when his hand went beneath your panties to get a better feel for your ass. He felt your grip grow snug and could hear your heavy breathing. He could feel his dick growing achingly hard against his boxers. But for you he’s doing much better than he thought with keeping control. This way of taking you was probably best with hos much he’s been craving you and how this way he can really take his time to feel you or find out what gets you turned on the most. His head going lower to kiss your chest and suck at your nipples. You moaned at the feeling and his hand pulled your panties lower and you moved your legs to remove them. His beard tickled your skin and he pulled your leg to his hip. Your body was now clinging to his and Negan move his hips to grind his hard cock against your naked opening. You whimpered but it was cut off by Negan going to kiss you again. Your noises swallowed by him and his own moans were muffled as he could feel your wetness through his underwear. Your pussy was practically throbbing at how badly you wanted him to just penetrate you.

“Negan, I’m so wet for you. Please.” You whined out as your hips moved against him. Negan shifted his body to slide off his underwear and toss them. He returned to you and had your leg wrap on his hip to line himself up and slowly pushed inside you. You both let out a deep groan at the sensation. Negan’s hands squeezed your skin for a moment to savor how good you felt along his cock. You cupped his bearded cheek to give him the signal to move. The first stroke felt like euphoria and your voice was so fucking hot. His hand held your hip securely and your arms kept wrapped onto him. His hips moved uo into you causing your moans to just fall out of your lips. Not to mention how Negan wore his smile when he watched your face closely.

“You like having my dick inside you baby?”

“Fuck yes.” You breathed out and went to hide your face into his neck. Negan let a breathy chuckle as he felt you clinging onto him and hearing your moans against his neck. His hips slightly rolled to get an unexpected gasp from you. He smirked to himself and kept the motion up by driving into the same spot. You mourh hung open and you couldn’t properly make out words because how good it felt. It didn’t take long until you were trembling in his arms and bitting onto his shoulder as you reached your high. Negan nuzzled into your neck and groaned as he spilled within you.

“That was so-“

“Good right?” Negan smiled as he pulled out of you and felt you pull away to lay flat on your back. You were both hot from the closeness and took a minute to cool off. You were going to say something but decided to take in the after glow as Negan moved for you come closer. You rested your head on his chest and realized he had fallen asleep. Quickly you followed as the warmth he kept made your eyes fall shut.

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barbedbetty · 1 year

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I see that everyone is already enjoying my new two part series titled “You and I” and “Us”

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Next part will be up soon and I’m working on putting my stories in an easy to find Masterlist.

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ibelongtonegan · 2 years

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Perfect Enemy (Negan/OFC slow burn) – Chapter 3: True Lies

Yay, finally another chapter! I’m sorry it took me forever to continue this story, but my muse has been all over the place recently. To anyone still following this fic: thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and I hope you enjoy the new chapter.

Summary: when Cate starts sneaking into the Sanctuary to steal supplies from the Saviors, she does it just for sport. But after being captured by Negan it soon turns into a dangerous game of cat and mouse where she has two choices: kneel or break. Brave and stubborn, Cate has no intention to yield, but she might have just met her match in Negan…

Characters: Negan x Cate (OFC)

Word count: 3,581

Warnings: angst, blood, swearing, violence

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[PERFECT ENEMY MASTERLIST]

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The first sense that returned to Cate was smell, as the strong odor of disinfectant and medicine filled her nose. It felt like she was floating in a vast, dark ocean, swayed gently by the waves. Her eyelids cracked open, a blurry hospital room coming into view in the dim light filtering through the blinds. She was too tired to move and was about to doze off again when the sound of approaching footsteps pulled her back to consciousness.

She slipped out of the bed on shaky legs, the searing pain at the back of her head making her stomach churn. A tube was leading from her right arm to a bag of clear liquid that was attached to a rusty pole. She fumbled with the gauze around the needle with trembling fingers when her knees gave out and she collapsed on the floor, just as the steps came to a halt outside and the doorknob started to turn.

“She is still unconscious, sir,” a man called hurriedly from the other side of the corridor. The knob stopped halfway, then slowly returned to its original position.

“What’s wrong with her?”

The other voice was deep, gruff, and somewhat familiar, but she could not place it.

“She has a concussion and is dehydrated, but with enough rest and proper nutrition she will be fine.”

“When can I talk to her?” the grumpy one pressed further.

“It’s hard to tell. Maybe tomorrow.”

There was a moment of pause. The reply did not seem to please the man in charge.

“You let me know the minute she wakes up, doc,” the order left no room for argument, and was followed by heavy boots marching away.

The door creaked open and a thin, balding man wearing a white lab coat stepped inside. Spotting Cate curled up on the ground he almost dropped the wooden crate under his arm as he rushed to her side, but she jerked away from his touch, suddenly all too aware that she was wearing only a bra and panties under her paper-thin hospital gown.

“I’m Doctor Carson and you are at the Sanctuary,” he stepped back to give her some space. “You took quite a hit to the head and were out all day. I was starting to get worried.”

She raised her arm to examine the injury, but the IV line restricted her movement.

“You drugged me?” she croaked, her tongue feeling like sandpaper.

“It’s only saline to replenish the fluids and minerals you have lost.”

It offered Cate little comfort that the label on the plastic bag corroborated the doctor’s words. Luckily, Carson’s medical opinion was that the infusion was no longer necessary. After helping her back in bed, he pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, removed the needle, and covered the puncture wound with a bandage.

“Your clothes were beyond saving, so I brought you new ones,” he pointed at the crate. “I hope they will fit.”

The man poured her a glass of water that she emptied in three gulps before asking for a refill.

“Where is my backpack?”

“That you will have to discuss with Negan.”

The name brought back memories of the previous night. Passing through the forest, the chase, kneeling in front of the cocky asshole with the baseball bat. The pictures were foggy, but she now knew who the voice from the corridor belonged to.

“He is very insistent on talking to you. I could buy you some time but won’t be able to hold him back much longer.”

The doctor pulled out a stool from under the bed and sat down next to her.

“I would like to ask you a couple of questions about your health and examine you.”

Cate traced the zigzag pattern of the blanket with her fingertips as if looking for the way out of a maze. Even if Carson had been nothing but kind to her, trust was a luxury she could not afford.

“Everything you tell me stays between us in accordance with doctor-patient confidentiality, and the examination is standard procedure for newcomers to rule out injuries and diseases.”

She searched the man’s face for any sign of deceit, but finding none, nodded slightly.

True to his word, Carson asked only about her physical and mental health, and while Cate provided no more information than necessary, she answered every question truthfully. After noting down her responses, he checked her temperature, blood pressure and reflexes, then examined her head, humming knowingly when the touch of a tender spot elicited a groan from her.

“Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”

The doctor stood up and walked over to a glass cabinet giving her time to peruse her surroundings. There were two more beds to her right, unoccupied and spotlessly made. A large desk stood in the far corner with piles of medical books on it, other than that the room was clean and simple, all gray walls and metal surfaces.

“I’m in a clearing...there are soldiers around me…and this guy is babbling all the time,” she rubbed her temples, feeling her headache worsen.

“It will all come back with time, don’t worry.”

Carson returned with pill bottles of various sizes and placed them on the bedstand.

“Iron and vitamins. Take one before every meal.”

The mere mention of eating made Cate’s stomach rumble loudly, much to the doctor’s amusement. He retrieved a vacuum flask from the crate, unscrewed the lid and handed it to her.

“I thought we should start with liquids, and gradually move on to solid food.”

Cate peeked inside and sniffed at the rim suspiciously. Tiny puffs of steam rose from the flask carrying a rich aroma. Taking a tentative sip, she moaned out loud as the salty taste of broth spread on her tongue, and she gulped down her first proper meal in weeks greedily. After slurping up every last drop she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and mumbled a ‘thank you’ under her breath.

“The restroom is just across the hallway, and my office is the first door on the left. I’ll come back to check on you later,” Carson promised. “Try to get some rest.”

Cate only allowed herself to relax when the doctor’s footsteps faded away completely on the corridor. She laid back on the pillow and pulled the blanket up to her chin drifting into a dreamless sleep.

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She woke up the next morning feeling significantly better. The nausea was gone, her headache lessened to a dull throb, and the fever also subsided. Carson was willing to lift his strict bed rest order for maximum half an hour deeming his patient fit enough to visit the bathroom while he fetched her breakfast.

Stepping into the large shower area Cate was glad to find it empty. She stripped and stepped into the last stall, pulling the plastic curtain closed. The pipes were rattling before the first drops appeared, but the water was clean and surprisingly warm. Despite Carson’s instructions to use the shower sparingly she could not help indulging in the simple pleasure of standing under the stream for a good minute with her eyes closed, letting the memory of bathing in ice-cold rivers and muddy ponds float down the drain. She soaped herself three times and emptied half a bottle of shampoo to wash off all the dirt and grime of months of forest life.

Wrapping herself in a towel, she walked over to the row of sinks on the opposite wall to study her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were pale and hollow, dark circles framed her eyes, and her hair was a tangled mass, but it was her. A little more tired, and much more hardened, but still her.

After drying herself she put on the white t-shirt and grey sweatpants Carson had brought her from the commissary and tiptoed out on bare feet, leaving the humid air of the bathroom behind.

On the way back she wondered what Carson would bring her for breakfast and her mouth watered as images of various options crossed her mind. Opening the door to the infirmary, however, there was no sign of the doctor. A man wearing a black leather jacket was sitting in his place with his long legs propped up on the freshly changed bed. A baseball bat laid in his lap next to the clipboard with her medical records. His lips widened into a wolfish grin at her sight, showing two rows of perfect white teeth that were practically glowing in the morning light.

Cate froze in the doorway, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. Instinct told her to run, but in her current state she had little chance to make it to the fence and zero past it, and she wasn’t going to give this man the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerable. If the bastard thought that he had her under his thumb now, he was in for a surprise. Squaring her shoulders, she stepped into the room to face her captor and whatever he had in store for her.

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Negan was at a loss for words momentarily, an unfamiliar sensation stirring within him. He didn’t know what to expect after their eventful first meeting in the forest, but it was certainly not this. He looked Cate up and down with unabashed interest, as if he had been observing an exotic animal. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms across her chest, and glared at him with open hostility.

“Who are you?”

He raised an eyebrow, feeling the embers of Lucille’s anger spark to life. Despite her partial amnesia he hoped to have had made as much of a lasting impression on her, as she had had on him.

“Well, hello there, wildcat. Don’t tell me that you have forgotten our one-on-one the other night. I sure as shit haven’t.”

She shrugged her shoulders, but her eyes betrayed her as they landed on his right temple.

“Oh, you remember this, don’t you?” Negan gritted his teeth. “Your little stunt cost me six fucking stitches,” he pointed at the cut that based on Carson’s prediction was going to leave a permanent scar.

“Come on, I won’t bite. I even got you breakfast,” he motioned towards the tray on the bed as a temporary peace offering.

It was Carson who had brought the food of course, Negan only hijacked it from him in the corridor. The doctor tried to argue, but one stern look was enough to make him scurry back to his office. He had been annoyingly overprotective of the little wildcat and had successfully kept him from seeing her claiming that she was not fit enough yet to have visitors, until Negan decided to take matters into his own hands.

He had gone through Cate’s backpack first thing after returning to the Sanctuary, and once more last night, but the contents had raised more questions than answers. The entries in her diary were vague and offered no clues as to where she had been from. Carson’s diagnosis confirmed that she was malnourished and anemic, besides some bruises and a burn scar there was nothing worth mentioning though. Whichever community she had belonged to, she must have left abruptly, and the mysterious circumstances made Negan even more eager to find out the truth.

Now that she was standing before him, his curiosity was peaked due to another reason. He checked her out lazily, getting his first good look at her in daylight. She was tall and lean, yet toned, with curves in all the right places. She was a redhead, not the ginger kind like Frankie, but darker, with tiny freckles dotting her skin around her cheeks and nose. The water dripping from her hair created a sheer spot on her t-shirt revealing to him that she was braless and cold, her nipples poking through the fabric. Letting his imagination run wild with the possibilities he stamped his “hot as fuck”-seal of approval in the miscellaneous section of her medical chart. If she had been an ordinary stray, he would have asked her to marry him on the spot.

A flash of pain snapped him out of his fantasy. He was absentmindedly playing with Lucille when one of her barbs bit into his flesh as a silent reminder that the purpose of his visit was to interrogate and then punish the little thief for breaking into the Sanctuary, taking his stuff, and trying to carve him up like a goddamn Thanksgiving turkey. He reluctantly tucked himself mentally back into his pants and cleared his throat to focus back on the plan.

Cate was oblivious to his rampant thoughts and padded to the bed, the perpetual scowl never leaving her face. He followed the sway of her hips as she climbed up on the mattress and sat down cross-legged. She was about to dig into the bowl of steaming porridge when he stopped her with a shake of his head.

“Ah-ah, not so fast, wildcat. You haven’t earned it yet.”

Her head snapped up, eyes cold as ice.

“I’m not gonna suck your cock for a bowl of soggy oats,” she hissed and tossed the spoon on the tray.

Negan’s gaze went to her mouth unconsciously, feeling the blood rush to his groin. The little brat was baiting him on purpose, and he was falling for it anyway. She was trouble with a capital T, and if he wanted to get her under control, he had to step up his game. Lucille, however, was not in the mood to play and demanded immediate disciplinary action, more than ready to act as jury, judge, and executioner.

“Hot damn!” he clicked his tongue. “Here I thought we were going to start this out nice and PG, and you are trying to get into my pants already? Sadly, business comes first,” he winked at her lewdly, “and the questions I want answers to.”

Cate rolled her eyes at him in exasperation.

“I already told the doctor everything.”

“I don’t care about your blood type or vaccination history,” he uncrossed his legs and leaned forward in his chair. “For every answer you get one spoon of oatmeal in return. Deal?”

She continued playing hard to get for a few seconds before giving in with a pout, just as Negan had intended.

“How long did you live out there on your own?”

He knew the approximate answer from her diary already but wanted to test her credibility.

“About five months.”

Without waiting for approval Cate picked up the spoon, filled it to the brim and shoveled it into her mouth.

“What happened to your community?”

A look of panic crossed her features before her resting bitch face slipped back on.

“There was a riot.”

Another spoonful disappeared between her lips in the blink of an eye, as if she had been afraid that the food was going to be taken from her any minute. A drop dripped down her chin that she collected with her thumb and licked off.

“You are a damn messy eater, you know that?” Negan frowned at her lack of table manners.

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled and had the cheek to scoff at him when he did not reward her answer with another bite. Lucille was sharpening her barbs at her audacity, but he soothed her with a caress along her spine and moved on to the next question on his list.

“Show me the location,” he took the map from his jacket pocket and unfolded it on the blanket.

Cate stopped munching and gulped hard, evidently caught off guard. Fidgeting on the mattress she scanned the wrinkled road map of the great state of Virginia for a few moments then pointed at a spot in the middle of nowhere.

Negan clenched his jaw and inhaled deeply through his nose. His patience was wearing thin from an impending migraine, and he had left the aspirin in his room.

“Bullshit,” he snarled, his voice dangerously low. “We have an outpost nearby and my men have checked every nook and cranny in that area. They found no trace of a settlement.”

He snatched her wrist with his gloved hand to prevent her from scooping up another bite.

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you are trying to hide something or protect someone, but you are lying. I want to know everything about your community. Where they are, how many people live there and what supplies they have.”

Cate glowered at him clutching the spoon as if she was going to carve his heart out with it. Negan had her right where he wanted her, and it was only a matter of time before she told him everything. They could have a scavenger team ready within the hour, but Simon would not be back from the satellite station until nightfall. He preferred to have his right-hand man by his side when taking over a new community.

His battle plans were however rudely interrupted when instead of surrender Cate chose to shit in his scrambled eggs and reaching for the tray with her free hand snaked her fingers around the handle. Negan opened his mouth to warn her to back off, but before he could utter a word, she pulled the object to her side of the bed. He gripped the other handle, holding onto it like his life depended on it, and soon enough they ended up in a twisted game of tug of war, both trying to yank the tray to their side of the imaginary field. Lucille was pacing up and down on the side like an agitated panther, watching the scene unfold.

A minute into their Mexican standoff, Cate changed tactic and went for the bowl itself, but Negan blocked her attempt by ripping out the tray from her hand with a smug sneer. His victory was however short-lived when the momentum sent the porcelain bowl sliding along the smooth surface before it tipped over the edge and landed face-down on the cheap linoleum, shattering into pieces and spilling oatmeal everywhere.

The silence that followed was deafening before all hell broke loose. The fury of Lucille coursed his veins like liquid fire and Negan finally allowed her to fully take the reins. He jumped from the chair sending it flying backward and grabbing Cate by the throat slammed her against the wall with a dull thud.

“Listen carefully, wildcat, because it looks like you didn’t get the fucking memo,” he growled in her face, his nostrils flaring. “You are mine now. The clothes on your body, the food in your belly, even the air you are breathing IS…FUCKING…MINE!!!”

Cate tried to fend him off, but was no match to his strength, and her body dangled helplessly in his hold like a rag doll, her tiptoes sweeping the floor.

“If you try to outsmart me, I will beat you to it. If you cross me, I will make you regret it. And do not even think about escaping, because I will catch you, drag your ass back here, throw you in my deepest, darkest cell and then flush the key down the drain. Do you fucking understand?”

A quiet cough came from behind him.

“Sir…”

Negan recognized the mousy voice of Carson but did not acknowledge him in any way. He must have heard the commotion from his office, if he was not lurking outside the door already. Negan thought that if he ignored him, he was going to go away, but the doctor seemed to have grown a pair of balls and did not budge.

“May I remind you that Cate had suffered head trauma and needs to rest? Cutting off her oxygen supply can cause serious damage to her brain and even suffocation. I would recommend that you find another method of interrogation that will not leave her incapacitated or dead.”

The words slowly cut through the haze of red as Cate’s face came into focus before him, contorted in agony, her eyes bulging and a thin trail of blood dripping from her nose onto her T-shirt. He released her throat as if her skin had burnt him, and she dropped down like a sack of potatoes, coughing and gasping.

Negan stumbled back in confusion and bumped into the nightstand that got knocked over during the fight. Something crunched under his boots, but it was impossible to tell what from the debris that littered the floor. The walls were closing in on him and it felt like all the air was sucked out of his lungs. Spinning on his heel he noticed Lucille on the ground, forlorn and sulking after rolling off his lap in the heat of the moment. He made a mental note to himself to make it up to her later, but he had to get out of there before he did something he would regret. Careful only to touch her surface with his gloved hand he picked her up and hurried to the door.

“Have her clean this mess up,” he barked at the doctor over his shoulder. “And she doesn’t get anything to eat until dinner.”

He stormed out of the infirmary with long strides, desperate to put as much distance between him and his prisoner as possible. Lucille gaped at him, her barbs like dozens of question marks, but he paid her no mind, keeping his gaze fixed ahead. He badly needed a drink, and it was not even noon yet.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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