#jeffreys thirst squad

[negansbackdoorwhore]

On The Record

Warnings: mild fluff, smut

“You rang?”

“Well I had to. You’re the one who said I could call if I needed some help.”

“Help with what? The new gig you found?”

“Not that. You know exactly what, are you gonna come over or not?”

“I think I have some time.” You tease before hanging up on Gerry. You both got bored at work easily, mostly because of freelance. You were freelance to begin with but Gerry didn’t do get freelance because he wanted. You found out he got fired from the paper he used to work for. But that didn’t bother you. You drive over to his apartment and as soon you knocked, Gerry was pulling you in. His hands holding your sides to bring you into a needy kiss.

Your arms held on his neck and he was pulling you to his bedroom. Gerry didn’t want to break contact with you as he loved kissing you. You only pulled away to start removing your clothes. Gerry followed by unbuttoning his shirt and focused on how each layer of your clothes left you bare to him. You saw how he bit his lip and you stepped to the corner of the room to lean against the edge of his desk. You smirked at him as he was moving his fingers frantically to remove his belt.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck on your desk.”

“Yeah? I thought about it a couple times.” He approached you with his jeans unbuttoned and belt tossed aside. His shirtless form before you and lifted your legs so your fully sat on the cold surface. You started laughing as his beard tickled your skin while kissing your neck. His crotch making contact with your naked center, the feeling of the rough material of his jeans made you moan. Your hands held his shoulders and Gerry pulled your thighs to go on his waist.

His hand reached to hold your chin and kissed you deeply. Your body clung against him and he shoved whatever was in his way to lean you back against his desk further. You shivered at the cold wood touching your back but focus went to feel how his hand reached to move his boxers down and pulled out his cock. You shuddered as he pulled away his lips and brought his cock to tap on your clit. His eyes looked down between your bodies and groaned to see how wet you were.

Gerry smirked at you and kept teasing by starting to move his shaft along your slit. Your hips moved with him and he smiled at the sight. Before he did anything else he moved down to suck on your nipples. You chest rose against him and you moaned when feel him entering you.

His breath was shaky as he fucked you into his desk. His hips snapped against yours while your fingers dug into his skin. His cock hit you deep and moaned against your shoulder. You gasped as he took a hold of your legs and pressed them to your chest. He stood tall in front of you and stared at how his cock thrusted inside you. Your eyes looked up at him and heard the obscene noises that were coming out of your mouth.

“This is some good ass pussy. Can’t get enough of it.”

He said with a smile and brought himself lean down. His lips kissing you again and still fucking you deep to swallow your moans. Your arms pushed up to sit up and have him shove your legs on his shoulders. He held your hips as he roughly fucked into you.

“Harder Gerry, harder.”

You moaned against his lips and he used full force to drive deep in you. Your arms held him tightly as his moans filled your ears. His face moved to kiss your leg and bit onto your skin.

“I’m close baby. C’mon now, I want us to finish together.”

He put the last of his energy into the movement of his hips and buried his face into your neck. One arm clung onto his back and your hand held onto his hair.

“Fucking shit, yes baby!”

“Oh Gerry!” You both finished and had body tremors for a moment. Your body wanted to lay on his desk but Gerry’s arms kept a hold of you. You chuckled as you noticed he was still inside you.

“Your dick is still there.”

“What can I say? You felt so goddamn good, I could live in here.” You laughed a little and he kissed you briefly before picking you up to put you on his bed.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. I might be a bit sore later.”

“Probably shouldn’t have fucked you there, now I’ll think about how good you looked on my dick.” His body still moved over you and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“Is it okay if I stay?”

“I’m not stopping you.” He said before going to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. He was gentle now by kissing your body and bringing you some water.

“You get some sleep. I’m gonna be up working on this article.”

“Oh okay.” You say as you cuddle into the sheets, Gerry kissed your head before standing from the bed and lounged in his boxers. You’d rather have him stay and hold you so you sighed loudly.

“It’s a bit cold in here.” You heard him laugh to himself and stayed wrapped in his bed.

“Scoot over.” He sighed as you smiled as he lifted ths sheets to join you. Gerry adjusted for a quick moment and pulled you to his chest. You cuddled into his chest and he just smiled at you. His warm body almost made you sleep instantly once your eyes shut. You felt a bit lonely when you saw Gerry wasn’t next to you any more. The spot was cold and you sat up to grab your shirt and heard movement. You stepped out in your shirt and saw him sipping coffee.

“Hey. I went out to grab some coffee and donuts. Help yourself.”

“Thank you.” You go to grab the cup Gerry brought back and both of you ate a couple donuts. You then could feel his eyes on you.

“Why are staring at me?”

“Well you’re walking around here in nothing but a shirt, I can see that nice ass of yours.”

“Pervert.” He chuckled and stepped over to you, his hand resting on your lower back.

“You act like you don’t like it.” His hand moved to bundle up your shirt to go grip at your cheeks. His fingers felt rough on your skin and he placed down his cup to try and kiss you. But you moved away from him and laughed at how he frowned.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the shower.” You tease as you disappear to his bathroom. You turned on the shower and removed your shirt. Upon stepping under the stream, you heard movement outside the curtain. You smirked to yourself as the shower curtain opened. Before speaking up you yelped once Gerry gave a good slap on your bare ass.

“Ow!”

You looked over your shoulder and frowned at his little chuckle. Gerry’s arms wrapped on your waist and stepped closer to feel the water. His lips kissed your shoulder and you turned to pull him into a kiss. He moaned against your lips and pushed your back against the cold wall shower wall. His lips kissed down to your chest and bit on your skin. You moaned at how his lips felt and soon he was lowering on his knees to your stomach. And then to your pussy, his arm moved your one of your thighs to his shoulder and you felt his tongue do one long stroke.

“Oh!” Your head rested on the wall as he engulfed your mound. His lips wrapped on your clit and his hands pawed at your tits. He held you securely as he tongue massaged your slit and felt you trembling. You started panting as his tongue penetrated you to feel your walls. You whined when he moved back toward your clit. You gasped for air when his tongue flicked along you.

“Gerry!” Your legs almost wanted to give out but Gerry had a good hold of you.

“It’s okay baby. I won’t let you fall.” He kissed his way back up your body and settled on kissing your lips. You felt him pressing his tongue between your lips. His tongue still tasting of yourself. Gerry moved your body to face the wall and your hands braced against the tile. One hand was on your hip and the other was positioning his cock to enter you. You moaned at how he filled you with his cock and his other hand moved to your shoulder. You felt him pulling you against his thrusts.

“Fuck. You always feel good around my cock.” He moaned out and brought his hand to slap your cheek again. You winced at the slight sting but the way his cock felt was too pleasurable. His hands moved to hold on your hips to roughly snap his hips into you.

“Shit! Gerry!”

His head leaned forward to kiss at your shoulder and held your close to go deeper. You clenched around him causing him to growl and fuck you harder. Your arms felt weak as your orgasm started brewing in your stomach. Gerry could tell you were almost there and wrapped held your body against his chest. He whimpered when he felt you coming around his cock and spilled inside you. His breath hit your skin and you both realized the water was now cold.

“Think it’s time we get out.”

“Agree.” You say and he pulls out of you while stepped away from your body. You stood straight up and was handed a towel. You wrapped it around your body and watched Gerry put his towel loosely on his hips.

“I guess. I’ll get going.” You say as you hugged his waist and kissed his shoulder.

“So soon? I thought maybe we could spend the day together.”

“Do you really want that?”

“I was kinda hoping maybe you’d be open to us being more than whatever is going on.”

He turned around lean on his sink and your hands played with chest hair.

“Like what?”

“Well, you know. It’s just not enough for me, I can’t get enough of you. I feel I’m addicted.”

“Really? What if I said I felt the same?”

He bit his lip and pulled you into kiss. So assuming you were his from now on and he was yours. The day progressed with you two laying in bed and talking in further details of the new found relationship.

@ayumi-wolf

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[captainkelseyx]

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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[twdxtrevor]

I swear, he does this to us on purpose . . .

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

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]

Me as a fictional character:

My type as a fictional character:

Idea from: @dixonsgirl93 🫶

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[pedroscurls]

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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[sanctuarysubmissive]

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[barbedbetty]

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]

I miss this Negan tbh.

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[negans-sanctuary]

I wanna get back into writing…queue any Negan prompts please and thank you!

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[negansbackdoorwhore]

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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[captainkelseyx]

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.

˗ˏˋ continue to read on ao3 ˎˊ˗

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[twdxtrevor]

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

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Dirty Girl

Negan x Reader

18+ ONLY / Requests are: OPEN

Summary: Negan fucks you up against a fence.

CW: daddy kink, gags, public sex, p in v, no pronouns but the reader has femme anatomy, use of 'good girl'

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You knew it was wrong. You knew it was, but you also were not the kind of person to get hung up on something if it wasn’t actively hurting someone. And the thrill of having Negan- public enemy number one balls deep in your cunt was too good to pass up. And he knew it too. 

“Yeah, you like that, baby, huh?” The man in question grunted into your ear, each word punctuated with hard thrusts up into the spot that makes you see stars. “If you can’t be quiet I’ll have to gag you, doll,” he growls, making you clench and another barely contained whimper escape you. 

Negan had you pressed up against the cool corrugated fencing, your hands splayed out in front of you as he bent you over and pressed himself inside you over and over again. Your cheek pressed into the dust on the fence, absolutely smudging across your skin. Knowing how dirty this was, and how your face was now smudged with evidence of your acts sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine. 

“Oh, you’re such a dirty girl, huh?” Negan grunted, wrapping his hand around a fistfull of your hair and yanking you back closer to his face. With your mouth agape from pleasure, it took no effort for Negan to reach around and shove his red bandana into your mouth, laughing as you garbled a response through the fabric. “Oh, such a dirty girl for daddy, baby,” he laughed, releasing your hair with one last tug. 

Your head dropped forward, the muscles in your neck giving out with the pleasure. Negan wrapped his hands around your hips and gripped tight. You were sure they were going to leave bruises by the afternoon, never mind the morning. But you’d love them anyway, deep purple reminders of a good, hard fuck. 

Your fingernails scraped against the metal of the fence, your jaw starting to ache around the bandana. And all the while, Negan continued to growl filth from behind you. How you were the one being the problem was beyond you when he was the one who couldn’t shut up. Not that you wanted him to, of course.

“Not such a Chatty Cathy now, are we?” He asked, squeezing hard on your left him and pounding his cock into you. “No, see? Now you’re being a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, baby girl.” 

You whimpered around the gag and he chuckled hoarsely.

“Oh, what’s the matter? I just can’t seem to hear you, doll. What do you need, huh?” One of his hands trails down around your hip to lightly press against your clit. “What, you need daddy to rub your pretty little clit, baby?”

Your eyes squeezed shut at a particularly rough slide of his hips and he gave your cunt a slap, causing your hips to jerk.

“Uh-uh, I do believe you’re ignoring me, darling. And that- is not on.” 

You look over your shoulder to glare at the man. He knows full well you can’t answer him even if you wanted to. He just liked to torture you, the bastard. You press your ass back against him just to revel in the groan it pulls from him.

“Oh-hoh,” he grins. “Fuck, you are dirty, aren’t you? Taking daddy’s dick from behind like that? Knowing that someone could just come around that corner and see you taking it like such a whore.” He lets go of your hip and lands a hard slap to your ass, causing your head to jerk and you to cry out against the gag. “Fuck, I felt that, baby- do you want someone to catch us? You do, don’t you. Mm, daddy’s learning all sorts of things about you tonight, doll.”

Your arms begin to shake as he gives in and starts rubbing your clit hard and fast. You’re not going to last long, and you both know it. He rubs over the spot on your ass he slapped in a small mercy. You whine, and your hips buck forward towards his hand on your clit and away from the sting.. 

“My, oh my, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you,” he says, gripping the globe of a cheek and sliding two fingers up and down either side of your clit. “So close for me.” A statement of fact, and not a question.

Your head drops forward in a nod, unable to form speech. Not that you could verbalise it anyway. He laughs and plows his hips so hard into you that his balls slap up against his hand. 

“Cum for me,” he orders. “Right now. Cum for daddy, baby.” 

One, two, three more thrusts of his cock into your g-spot is all it takes before you’re cumming around him, walls spasming and knees buckling with the effort of holding yourself up. He laughs, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You whimper, and your hands slide down the fence. 

He fucks you through it, thrusts turning sloppy now that you’ve reached your orgasm. You know he’s close, and you clench your cunt around him rhythmically to get him there. 

He surges forward and presses you flat up against the fence, arms around your torso to hold you in place. He fucks you hard and fast, hot breath against the back of your ear and groaning into your neck. 

And then he finally cums, biting down into the meat of your shoulder and fingers pinching at your nipples. His hips stutter up into you and you feel his release spurting inside you, filling you up. 

You let out a satisfied groan, wiggling your hips against him to milk him for all he’s worth. He chuckles lowley in your ear and presses a soft kiss to the bite he’s left on your shoulder. 

Once he’s spent, Negan pulls out of you, admiring the way his seed drips out of you with a growled “fuck, baby.” 

You grunt around the gag and he laughs, spinning you around to face him. He presses up against you, running a hand over your clothed tit to give it a squeeze.

“Oh, I'm sorry, darling. How rude of me,” he grins and places a thumb on your lower lip. “Here I am, putting myself back together and you’re standing here a whole mess. Open wide for daddy.” 

You stretch your jaw open just a little wider and he pulls the gag out, grinning when you smack your lips and grimace at the cottony taste.

“Oh, there you go. Okay, baby, lets get you cleaned up. Then we’ll get us some of that damn good lemonade. What do you say?” 

Your lips spread out into a smile, and you agree with him. Negan steps aside and allows you to start back towards the building you called home. He gives one more appreciative grunt at the sight of your ass in that dress, and wraps his arm around your waist, the two of you walking back home. 

And if the guards noticed you had a little bit of a limp, then that was no one else's business but yours. 

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[murphslass]

Arachnophobia

Warnings: phobia, spiders, fluff

Negan lay asleep in bed as you were off to take a shower. You were happily humming a tune as you wrapped your body in a towel. Opening the shower curtain you reached for knob but froze in your tracks. All the color left your body as you saw a big gross hairy spider at the drain.

“Negan!”

You yell in panic as you rush back to the bed. Negan quickly awoke to your cry and was already on his feet. Quickly turning into hero mode as you ran to hide into his chest.

“There’s something in the bathroom!”

“Who’s in there?”

“It’s a huge spider, kill it kill it!”

You yell as Negan began to laugh. Your mouth opens as you were obviously unamused.

“This isn’t funny asshole. I’m terrified of spiders!”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to laugh baby. But it’s kinda funny.”

You huff at him and pull away from his hold. He frowns at your action and pulls you into a hug.

“Don’t be like that sweets. Now show me where the little guy is.”

You nodded and had him walk in front of you. He giggled as you gripped onto the back of his shirt. You point to the drain and he looks to see the arachnid. Negan moved to gaze at the thing and chuckled at how small he was.

“Baby, he’s the size of my thumb.”

“Get rid of it already I can’t stand seeing it.”

He carefully grabbed a tissue and flushed the killer down the toliet.

“There, it’s gone now.”

“Thank you.”

Sighing out of relief you hug him from behind, he smiles at your affection. Negan loves that you come to him when you feel you’re in trouble and that you feel safe with him.

“Here, why don’t we shower together instead. Wanna make sure that nothing scares you again.”

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[pedroscurls]

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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