#negan x female reader

[proseover-bros]

BEDROOM HYMNS BY PROSEOVER-BROS

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

TITLE: Bedroom Hymns

STATUS: Complete

ERA: Season 7

PAIRING: Negan Smith x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

SUMMARY: On the night of the lineup, Negan took one look at you and knew that he had to have you. What you never anticipated was just how desperately you would end up wanting him back.

RATING: Mature (Minors DNI)

WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Language, Sexual Situations, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praising, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Teeny Bit of Fluff

A/N: I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone that I love Negan just as much as I love Daryl. Needless to say, seeing JDM’s sexy ass on my screen again every week was just the inspiration I needed for this smut-fest. Hope you enjoy! If so, comments/likes/reblogs would mean the world!

What the fuck am I doing here?

The same question had been repeating itself in your head as your reluctant footsteps brought you to the outside of Negan’s apartment. All of your instincts were screaming at you to get far away, but before you could so much as knock, the door swung open to reveal that smug, irritatingly beautiful face.

You knew he’d been waiting for you. When Simon had made a beeline for the truck the moment you returned from that afternoon’s run, it was a dead giveaway. Not to mention the fact that Negan had you hauled back the second he realized you’d snuck off in the first place.

Earlier that morning, you’d heard a group of the Sanctuary’s scavengers talking over breakfast. Today’s run was supposed to be through a neighborhood ten miles west of Alexandria. This was your chance. Your plan was to return, but only long enough to pack your things and get gone before anyone knew the wiser. The last thing you wanted was to create any more trouble for Rick and the others when all they’d ever done was help you.

Unfortunately, your entire plan went to shit when Negan had gotten in touch with Mike, the Savior who was leading the expedition. You’d overheard their conversation on the radio, listening as Negan ordered Mike to bring you back to the Sanctuary if he wanted to keep his balls attached to his dick. If Mike had been anyone else you might’ve felt bad for getting him into trouble, but he wasn’t. Mike was a Savior, and therefore not worth one damn bit of your sympathy.

He drove you back to the Sanctuary, bitching about the waste of fuel and resources the entire way, and when his truck pulled up right outside of the towering building, you turned to face him.

“If you were stupid enough to believe that he’d let me go in the first place, you deserve whatever you have coming.”

Mike snarled, opening his mouth to no doubt call you a bitch or a whore, but by the time the insult traveled from his pea brain to his mouth, you’d already opened the door to the passenger side and jumped down from the truck to an awaiting Simon.

“What is it about you?” Simon asked by way of greeting. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as hell, but there are loads of hot women for him to choose from — women whose job it is to please him. Why’s he so enamored with you?”

“Oh, enamored!” You exclaimed sarcastically, earning a glare from the man who had the bushiest mustache you’d ever had the displeasure of seeing. “Someone’s been brushing up on their vocabulary.”

When Negan’s right-hand man crossed his arms and raised an equally bushy eyebrow as he awaited your answer, you rolled your eyes and strode past him. “Just lucky, I guess.”

The truth was, you didn’t understand Negan’s obsession with you either, but it went all the way back to the night of the lineup. That night and the fear you’d felt as you anxiously awaited his arrival with the rest of Rick’s group would stay with you forever. You’d all heard plenty about the Saviors’ infamous leader, but none had ever crossed him. Once the group had honored their agreement with Hilltop and attacked what they’d thought was the Saviors’ only compound, you’d assumed Negan had been included in the body count.

That assumption had cost Glenn and Abraham their lives.

You would never admit it, not to Negan, not to yourself — not to anyone — but the moment that the door to the RV swung open, you were just as attracted to him as he was to you. He may have been the man that both Hilltop and the Kingdom had warned your group about, but even you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful — psychotic or not.

As hard as you tried to fight it, your attraction to him had only grown since that horrible night, and after finally succumbing to it when you’d shared a kiss with him just yesterday, you’d gone out of your way to put some distance between the two of you. Until now, when you knew that continuing to avoid him could result in something horrible for Alexandria.

“Well, look who it is!” Negan exclaimed as he appeared in the doorway, opening his arms wide. He was attempting to hide his anger at finding his bed empty that morning with his typical show of bravado, but deep within his hazel eyes, you knew that the anger was laced with something else.

Hurt?

No, it wasn’t possible.

No fucking way.

This was Negan. He wasn’t capable of that emotion.

You brushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, finding it very easy to act as if it hadn’t happened when he continued with his usual theatrics. After allowing him to lure you to his apartment with dinner and drinks the previous evening, Negan had convinced you to stay the night, and you’d agreed, mostly because you didn’t want anyone to catch you leaving his bedroom so late. The entire evening had been established as a way to pay him back after he’d agreed to let Dr. Carson go to Alexandria to treat Carl, who had developed pneumonia after going on a run in the rain with Daryl and Sasha.

When you woke up that morning, it was in Negan’s bed, but he’d at least played the part of the perfect gentleman and taken the couch, which made it easy for you to slip out just as the sun was rising, completely unnoticed.

“What do you want?” You snapped, annoyed.

Stepping back, Negan opened his door wider to let you in, the flash of emotion you’d just seen on his face quickly forgotten as his signature grin replaced it, stretching wide across his handsome face. Foolishly ignoring your conscience for the second time that day, you stepped forward, entering his apartment.

“Pretty sure you know the answer to that question.” He grinned.

“And you chose me rather than forcing yourself on one of your ‘wives’?” An exaggerated gasp left your lips as you placed a hand to your chest with mock pride. “I’m honored.”

Negan shut the door behind you and within seconds you could feel him on your heels, his warm breath ghosting the back of your neck. “You really think I need to ‘force myself’ on anyone, darlin’?”

Ignoring his proximity, you moved away, stepping over to the kitchenette and mindlessly running your hand over the counter. Turning to face him now that you’d put some distance between the two of you, you crossed your arms over your chest and narrowed your eyes at him.

While Negan may not have noticed you leaving his bedroom that morning, someone else had. Sherry. The two of you had walked back to the cafeteria where she’d filled you in on how she had become Negan’s wife just a few weeks ago. It was an ultimatum that she’d agreed to in order to keep her real husband from receiving a worse punishment than the iron.

“I am not a rapist.” Negan continued defensively. “Every one of those women have come to me, willingly.”

“Willingly?” You scoffed, glaring at him in disbelief as your anger began to mount. “When you threaten to kill someone’s husband unless they agree to be your whore, that isn’t willingness, that’s desperation — and you fucking know it!”

Negan rubbed a hand down his jaw as he stared at you, but for once he didn’t have a witty comeback to toss your way. If the circumstances had been different, you would’ve celebrated such a victory. The man who never shut up, finally silenced? It certainly was a sight to see. As it was, you weren’t exactly in the mood for celebrating.

“That’s right, I talked to Sherry. Try again, asshole.”

For a moment he remained silent, tapping two fingers against his bottom lip as he appeared to be deep in thought. But when he met your eyes again and you watched as that wicked grin returned to his features, you knew that he felt no sense of shame, and your victory over him was short-lived.

“Ah, I know what this is . . .” He began, his deep, gravelly voice practically purring as he sauntered closer and lowered his hands to your hips. “You jealous, baby?”

Rolling your eyes in pure disgust, you covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly. “Oh, I fucking hate you!”

Negan’s grip moved from your hips to your forearms, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe for a brief, absurd, fleeting moment I didn’t absolutely despise you last night — but that’s over. Done. I want to go home. I want to go back to Alexandria.”

For a moment, nothing was said. He worked his jaw as he took in your words, but refused to believe in them. “Not happening.”

“Why?” You hissed, pushing his hands away when he attempted to return them to your waist.

Negan frowned but didn’t reply.

You couldn’t believe that you’d managed to stump him twice in one night.

“I asked you a fucking question.”

“Take it easy.” He warned you.

“‘Take it easy?’” You laughed, outraged by how nonchalant he was being. Negan, who could put your potty mouth to shame, even on an off day. Nowhere near in the mood for this, you slammed your hands up against his chest, throwing all your weight forward and shoving him as hard as you could.

“Why the fuck not, Negan? Rick and the others have been killing themselves getting you everything you’ve asked for. They haven’t let you down once!”

Before you could fully remove your hands from his chest, he grabbed you by the wrists and pressed you to the wall, crowding your body with his.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You absolutely hated yourself for the abrupt feeling of desire warming in the pit of your stomach as he closed in on you, those dark eyes staring you down in a way that made your heart race.

“Because I’m not letting you go. Because it’s different with you. I felt it — you felt it. I fucking know that you felt it.” Raising his hand, he moved it forward to cup your chin, his thumb and forefinger dipping down to graze the sides of your neck. “And I haven’t fucked any of those women, not since you got here.”

“And what do you want for that? A prize?” You hissed, desperately trying to keep your train of thought on what was important. “This isn’t me being jealous of your harem, this is me being disgusted with you for taking advantage of these women in the first place.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you last night when you kissed me.” He murmured, his eyes darting down to your lips.

“You kissed me.” You corrected him.

“And you kissed me back.” He smirked.

Lowering his hands from your face, he placed them over your hips once more and pulled you flush against him, letting you feel what thoughts of the previous night were doing to him. You closed your eyes at the sensation as he molded your body to the erect outline of his cock, your resolve weakening.

“That was a mistake.” You whispered, hating the pathetic sound of your voice.

“You don’t believe that.” He argued.

Biting into your bottom lip, you swallowed hard but said no more, not sure that you could trust what might come out of your mouth next.

Suddenly, Negan scoffed. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

Finally opening your eyes to look at him, you narrowed them into a glare, daring him to elaborate.

“I let you pick the job you wanted, excluded you from the point system. Hell, I even let you take that hick piece of trash’s place—“

At the mention of Daryl, you swung your hand out and slapped him across the face so hard that it left your palm numb and stinging. Negan’s head whipped to the side from the impact, and when he looked back at you, that smug smile was finally gone from his lips.

“Don’t you fucking call him that.”

Negan growled and in the blink of an eye, pressed you back once more, slamming his free hand against the space beside your head. Your back connected with the dry wall, a startled gasp leaving your lips as you stared up at him, wondering if you’d finally gone too far. Moving his hand to your throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze but even as you felt your heartbeat quicken from the contact, you weren't scared of him. This wasn't fear you felt, this was something else entirely, and when his eyes darkened and he lunged forward to roughly press his lips to yours, you kissed him back rather than allow yourself time to think about what that feeling was.

Negan’s kiss was hungry; his mouth devouring your lips, tongue, and every single moan that escaped you while his strong hands held your face far more gently than you’d ever thought him capable of. Opening and closing your mouth against his, you returned each of his kisses with equal fervor; a mixture of passion, anger, lust, hatred — every single emotion you’d ever felt for him, merging into one — your hands clutching his shoulders as he moved you from the wall and carefully backed you over towards his bed.

Gently breaking the kiss, Negan stared down the several inches he had on you, the look on his face very much resembling a starved man. With your eyes on his, you opened your mouth to speak when a sharp gasp left your mouth instead, his hands having found your ass and lifted you into the air against him before gently setting you down on his bed. Over the next moment or two he took his time removing your button-up flannel, tank top and jeans, his lips tenderly kissing every new inch of skin that became exposed to him.

Moving his hands to unclasp your bra, he let it drop to the side before lowering his body over yours. Negan had always considered himself an ass man, but with you he didn’t want to graze over a single body part. Pressing his lips to your neck, he used both hands to cup your beautiful breasts to his face, and you welcomed the rough feel of his calloused hands and warm tongue as his mouth lowered to each smooth mound long enough to tongue both of your nipples into stiff peaks. His hands continued their descent to your hips, your thighs, your ass, until finally he hooked his thumbs beneath your underwear and pulled it off.

Quickly removing his own shirt, Negan loomed over you, his eyes greedily taking in every inch of your body with a groan that let you know he was loving what he saw. Wasting absolutely no time, he grabbed you beneath your knees and dragged your ass to the center of the bed as he kneeled, pulling you close to his face and dipping his mouth between your legs. Breathing heavily as you allowed your body to recline against the pillows, you tilted your chin, watching as he skimmed the soft skin of your inner thighs, the scratch of his beard and feel of his lips teasing you mercilessly.

“Look at my beautiful girl,” He grunted in awe, groaning at the sight of you completely spread before him, pink and smooth and glistening with your slick arousal. You’d been wet from the moment you saw his face and heard his voice when he’d first opened that door, and if he’d given you any time to think it through you’d probably be a little embarrassed, but then he leaned forward to lay a sloppy kiss over your wet heat and all those thoughts of shame faded away.

“Fuck—" You cursed, tossing your head back as his mouth found your clit with ease, his tongue darting forward to caress the tiny bundle of nerves as he used his lips to suck it further into his mouth. Instinctively, your back arched and your hips lifted off the mattress to be closer to his skilled mouth as he feasted on you. Anticipating your response, Negan slid his hands beneath you to grip your perfect ass, anchoring your body to him with his hands and mouth as his eyes traveled up to your face. He’d waited far too long to see you at his mercy, and he wasn’t going to miss a goddamn second of it.

After a few more moments spent skillfully eating your pussy and learning just what you liked, one of the strong hands clutching your ass slid from beneath you and returned a second later when he thrust two of his long fingers inside of your tight cunt, stretching you. Negan lifted his head for a breath and groaned against you as he felt resistance meeting his knuckles.

“So fuckin’ tight, aren’t you, darlin’?”

Staring down at his beautiful face nestled between your thighs, you nodded eagerly, jerking your hips to the rhythm of his fingers as you shamelessly began to fuck yourself up and down on top of them. You wanted more — you wanted him — and anything less wasn’t going to satisfy you for long. Snaking a hand along your abdomen, you slid it up between your breasts and shoved a closed fist against your lips, biting the skin of your knuckle.

“Fuck,” He hissed, his eyes hooded with pleasure as he watched you move your beautiful body in sync with his fingers, your breasts bouncing with each movement as he curled his fingers inside you to graze that tightness within that left you writhing with pleasure. You were a goddamn treasure, and he was loving every second of this. “And so fuckin’ wet for me, too.”

Lowering his head once more, Negan lashed his tongue over your clit again and again, slowly but insistently while he continued thrusting his long fingers in and out. He could do this all goddamn night if that’s what it took, but with the way your body was starting to shake against his mouth and fingers, he knew you were close.

“Come for me, baby.” He breathed against you, twisting his fingers deep inside as he hummed over your clit. “Let go.”

“Oh, fuck — Negan!” You cried out, feeling that beautiful heat building up in your stomach and licking down to your core, your toes curling as your body began to jerk and spasm with the most intense pleasure you’d felt in years — maybe ever. Negan lapped up every bit of your release, taking his time as he cleaned you up, his graying beard and chin glistening as he climbed back up your body.

Your breathing was beginning to slow back down, but before you could get it back to normal you caught sight of his face and lifted your hips to pull him forward. Grasping his chin, you pulled him into a heated, messy kiss that he all too happily returned.

“You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy now?” Negan murmured against your lips before leaning forward to give you another soft, languid kiss. Hearing your eager moan of approval, he grinned onto your lips as he slid his tongue forward, letting you taste yourself. Tucking his hand behind your head, he threaded his fingers through your hair and gently tugged back so that your eyes were level with his.

“Then you’re gonna be a good girl and look at me while I do it.”

Negan watched as you processed his words and as your expression went from aroused, to pissed, then back to aroused again. But he knew that he had you. Of course, it was a risk, and if it hadn’t paid off he wasn’t sure he’d be strong enough not to beg for your forgiveness. Not allowing you any time to change your mind, he slipped his middle and index fingers forward to spread your slick folds, pressing his forehead to yours as he felt you shudder beneath him.

Not letting up, he found and stroked your swollen clit, rubbing torturous circles around it with the pad of his thumb and eliciting a sharp gasp from you. A beautiful, overwhelming shock went straight back to your core; your nerves still heightened and sensitive after everything he’d just done to you with his mouth.

“You want it?” Negan repeated himself, though his tone didn’t sound the least bit impatient. He was enjoying this far too much. Dipping his head, he pressed his lips to the smooth flesh of your breasts, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your taut, pink nipples.

“Negan . . .” You whined.

How had you become so desperate for this man? Your enemy? How could you let him touch you with hands that had murdered your friends? Kiss you with the same mouth that had humiliated Rick, time and time again? You hated begging, and you hated the idea of begging him of all people, but in that moment you needed him to fuck you more than you needed air to breathe.

“Not good enough, baby.” He murmured. “Let me hear you say it.”

Fucking prick.

Kicking your pride to the curb, you stared up at him and nodded quickly as your teeth found your bottom lip, your gaze going from his face to the erection in his pants, then back to his dark, hazel eyes.

“I need you, Negan.” You begged, practically whimpering as your hand splayed out against his chest to grip the dark, coarse hair that grew there. “Now.”

“That’s my good girl.” Negan praised you, another smirk taking over his features.

The floor creaked beneath his weight as he stepped down from the bed to unbuckle his belt, his jeans and boxers soon joining the pile of clothes on the floor. Spitting onto his palm, he took his massive cock into his hand and gave it a few leisurely strokes as he stared down at you. Jesus. He was just as huge as he’d always assured you, and part of you fucking hated him for that.

Climbing back over you, Negan captured your lips in another kiss as he slid between your thighs, slapping the thick tip of his cock over your clit a few times before inching himself inside of you, his eyes watching as your mouth fell open in a gasp; completely overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Meeting each other’s gaze, you both slowed to stare at one another, clearly overwhelmed by just how fucking incredible it felt to finally be joined.

When you thought back to your fantasies of fucking Negan, you’d always wanted him to take you from behind, but it was clear that he wasn’t going for that. He absolutely would not provide you with any opportunity where you could pretend this wasn’t happening. The knowledge that he would only fuck you on his terms aggravated you to no end, but if you were being honest with yourself, you loved watching his reactions to the things your bodies did together. The way his brow furrowed as he thrust forward; the way his lips parted to elicit a husky groan of bliss when he finally buried his cock deep within you. And that smile. That insufferable, shit-eating grin that spread over his face, dimples shining through his scruff, all while his eyes stayed locked on yours. You wanted to slap it off and kiss it all at the very same time.

“Jesus-fuckin’-Christ,” Negan hissed, thrusting his narrow hips forward and burying his cock deep inside what had to be the sweetest, tightest heaven he’d ever had the pleasure of fucking. He looked down, mesmerized as he watched your tight cunt swallow him whole, in and out, over and over, delighting in the sounds you made as he stretched you inch by inch and you lifted your legs to wrap around the back of his thighs and ass.

“Uhh, Negan! Mmm . . .”

Your body reacted instantly to everything he did, your hands clutching his chest as you rolled your hips against his again and again, giving as good as you got. This man might be a monster, but he knew exactly what your body needed, and for right now that was enough to help you temporarily forget all the things that he’d done to the people you loved.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Negan hummed, digging his fingers into your hips as he steadied himself, pulling them just how he needed as he set up a steady rhythm. The sounds of his grunts and the wet, obscene noise of his cock going in and out of your pussy as it impaled you at such a delicious angle grew louder, and you could only pray that no one was loitering around in the hallway when you cried out his name while he fucked you harder, deeper, and better than anyone else ever had or could.

“Say it again,” Negan grunted, leaning over your body to gently palm your throat, pinning you in place as he used his other hand to swipe his thumb over your clit. “Fuckin’ say my name, baby. ”

“Negan,” You cried, not even ashamed as you felt him circling hard at your clit. “Fuck, Negan, fuck!”

Every time your hips rose to meet his — your movements, your expressions, your cries, his name on your lips, everything you were, everything you did — it all pushed him further to the edge. Anticipating that you were close, he quickened his pace, knowing that he wouldn’t be far behind.

“Look at me while you come all over my cock, pretty girl.” He demanded as he moved his hand from your throat to your mouth to trace your plush, swollen lips.

As if out of instinct, you flicked your tongue forward, lashing over the pad of his thumb and earning a low growl from him when you did exactly as he said, holding his gaze as he teased your climax from you, that delicious warmth fluttering through your stomach, then down further as your cunt pulsated and throbbed over his cock through every wave of your pleasure.

Gripping your hips, Negan moaned with you, lost entirely in your gaze as he chased his own release. Lowering his head, he met your lips once more in a bruising kiss as his cock swelled inside of your cunt and he spilled himself deep inside of you with several, brutal strokes.

Finally spent, Negan rolled to the side, reclining against the mattress and breathing deeply as he rested his hand over his abdomen. For a moment the two of you laid in peaceful silence, but only for a moment. Finally coming down from your high, you moved your palms to the mattress, about to push yourself up when Negan grabbed your right hand.

“Stay.” He said softly.

Quickly looking over at him, you frowned, about to shake your head no when he gripped you harder.

“Look, you can go back to goddamn hating me tomorrow. Just . . . just give me tonight first.” He pleaded.

Watching closely as he held your gaze, you found yourself at a loss for words. In that moment, Negan was being completely vulnerable, and he was letting you see that — more than that, he was begging you to stay. After a few seconds, he looked down, assuming you were going to deny him anyway, when you suddenly squeezed his hand back.

Rather than answer right away, you took his face in your hands and leaned forward to press a slow, tender kiss to his lips. When you broke it a few seconds later, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you searchingly.

“Tonight," You promised. “You can have tonight.

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[lanadelnegan]

idk if this one is too weird for you and i‘m anxious, but,,,

negan going down on you despite you being on your period and we realize he‘s into it a lot

*deletes myself*

nothing is too weird for me babe. let me clarify.. there is NOTHING.. and I mean NOTHING.. I wouldn't let negan fucking smith do to me. xx

Vampire

Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving) while on your period, squirting

not the bloody mouth gif

"Not now, Negan." You turn away from him, holding your hand over the pain in your lower belly.

Negan slides into bed behind you, spooning you close. You can feel his erection pressed into your lower back and you wish you could please him, but you're too miserable to even move.

"What can I do to make it better, sweetheart?" He asks, bringing his hand down to your belly, replacing yours. The touch of his hand gentle rubbing you immediately relieves some of your pain and you relax into him further.

"Nothing.. but I.. want you to be satisfied." Your hand drifts behind your back, finding Negan's hard cock and rubbing it through his boxers.

He grips your wrist gently, pushing your hand away. "Don't worry about me, baby. It's okay." He kisses the side of your neck.

"No, I want to make you happy.."

Negan chuckles. "Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea how happy you make me. Relax, get some rest."

"No, Negan.. I want you.." You groan, frustrated that your period hormones always makes you so horny and desperate. You may not be in the mood for sex, but you want to make him feel good. "I want to make you cum.."

"Yeah?" He breathes into your neck, whispering softly. "I've got an idea, baby. You trust me?"

You nod, patiently waiting to see what he's got in mind.

The covers peel off of you, leaving you cold and exposed in nothing but your tank top and panties while Negan positions himself below you, urging you to lay on your back and spread your legs in front of his face.

Your eyes widen as you look down at him. "Negan, what are you-"

"You wanna make me cum, right baby?"

"Y-yes.."

"Lemme eat this pussy then." He slides your panties down your legs and you arch your back, helping him get them off. You can't believe he actually wants this right now. You've never messed around with anyone while on your period, and your cheeks redden with embarrassment.

"Negan, I'm - I'm bleeding down there.."

"I know what a period is, doll." He smirks up at you, spreading you apart and licking his lips at the sight of your red, swollen pussy.

He breathes in deep, hovering his nose right above your opening. "Lay back and let daddy make you feel good, baby."

You obey him, leaning your head back against your pillow and shutting your eyes. He trails light kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to your center with each one. His last kiss presses against the crease of your bikini line before he slightly pulls his head back, eyeing your cunt as if he can't wait to dig in.

"My dick is hard as a fucking rock right now, baby... Just from the smell of you." His breath blowing against your clit as he whispers makes you shiver and you feel him spread your lips apart further before lightly dragging his tongue from your bloody hole to your clit.

"Mmm, fuck." He says against your clit, making it vibrate and your back arch.

His arms slide under your thighs, bringing his hands up to rest on your stomach as he pushes you down, not allowing you to move. Your legs are spread even further apart in this position and you lift your head up to look down at him.

He lightly licks at your clit as he stares up at you through his brows. Suddenly his warm mouth pulls away, leaving you cold and wanting more.

"Please don't stop." You beg.

"Wasn't planning on it, baby." Is all he says before his tongue dives deep into your wet hole, curling until it's flush against the walls of your swollen cunt. Your mouth gapes open as you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head and flutter shut at the taste of you.

"Negan!" You cry out as your hand drifts to his head between your legs and your fingers tangle and tug at his salt and pepper hair. He lets you push his head further as his tongue shoves deeper inside of you until you're sure it's soaked in blood.

He moves his tongue inside you so good that your hand falls from his head to grip the sheets beside you. You try to arch your back again but his hands are still firmly holding you in place, so you cry out loudly instead.

You lift your head again to watch him and he comes up for air, meeting your eyes. You instantly blush at the sight of your blood covering his lips and he grins lustfully, revealing even more red on his teeth.

"Negan, there's.. blood on you. All over you."

"Feel like a fucking vampire, doll... I need more." His voice is deep, desperate, and raspy as he watches your cunt, waiting for you to give him more of what he needs. "Push it out for me."

You flex the muscle in your pussy before pushing, immediately feeling a thick drop of liquid run down your slit. Negan groans as he watches the drop of blood slide down to your asshole before leaning in to catch it with his tongue. He swirls it around your tight hole before licking a stripe back up to your pussy.

"Oh my god.. Negan." You moan out, enticing him suck on your clit again. His tongue works against you eagerly as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. His left hand suddenly leaves your stomach, reaching underneath himself to stroke his aching cock.

"Negan - stop, I'm, I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck. Me too, baby." He whines against your clit, working his tongue harder and faster.

The thought of Negan cumming sends you over the edge and a rush of warm liquid squirts out of you, making Negan quickly dip his head lower so it lands in his mouth. He lets out a long, hoarse moan as a mix of your blood and juices fill his mouth. He swallows every drop down with ease before going back for seconds, collecting as much as he can like he can't get enough.

Moments of him drinking, moaning, and licking you clean pass by before he finally comes up for air.

"Goddamn, girl." He says out of breath. "Fucking love this time of the month."

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[justsomegdude]

Hate or Lust?

Summary: Y/N and Negan get separated from the rest of the saviors for a few nights.

Warning: Negan is a warning himself, swearing, tension, sexual tension.

A/N: I randomly made this with my boyfriend on call! I hope it’s good!!

You’ve known Negan for a while, you were one of his first members. He always seemed to be annoyed by your presence, he enjoyed your work but not you as a person.

You were getting ready to set out with Negan, and a few other of his higher ups to go check out a few abandoned buildings that Dwight said he saw. Of course Negan chose you to go with him. He enjoyed how hard you worked, and how much you’d do for everyone. He didn’t bother to talk to you though.

You walked up to Dwight, slinging your bag over your shoulders. Dwight seemed to have a scowl on his face, never lightening up since Negan burned the side of it. He looked up at you as he fixed his sleeve. “How far away are they?” You had asked and slid your hands into your pockets.

He looked out towards the gate. “…not far away. maybe an hour at most?” He glanced at his sleeve, and then looked at you again. “Big boss making you go?” Dwight knew about the whole thing between the two of you. Dwight was honestly one of your best friends here, so if he didn’t see it himself you would have told him anyway.

With a nod of your head, you heard more footsteps on the gravel ground, slow dragging footsteps that could only belong to one person. “Hey dwighty-boy! You ready?” He stood behind you, looking towards dwight. You turn around to look up at him, which he did not return.

Dwight glanced between the two of you until you looked at Dwight. “Uh.. Yeah.” He wasn’t gonna say anything more, but noticing how there was tension creeping up into the air as Negan stayed put behind you. “You gonna ask the (lady/him) too?” Dwight’s eyebrows furrowed. He knew Negan well enough to know that he’ll never talk to you unless someone mentioned it.

He finally looked down at you, it was your turn to not do it back. “Hey.” His voice was firm, he obviously wasn’t going to enjoy this. You turned your head and looked up into his eyes. His usual smirk wasn’t ever shown when he looked at you. “You ready?” Was all he said, looking up at Dwight again. Your stomach clenched and you looked at the gravel covered driveway. You don’t know what you did to make Negan hate you so much, but it wasn’t a nice feeling.

“yes.” You spat out, it might come off as disrespectful, but Negan doesn’t want to waste time even punishing you. Dwight could be heard entering a truck. Negan stayed behind you, he didn’t make a plan on moving. You heard footsteps behind you from other men, but thinking it was Negan moving you spun around. Then, Negan instead of The Sanctuary in your view had you step back. He looked at you, by choice.

“Watch it, Y/N.” He said firmly, talking with gritted teeth. He held Lucille loosely as he still did not move. His eyes stayed on yours. Your stomach flipped, he never chose to talk to you, or even look at you without reason. So to say you were nervous was an understatement.

Taking a step back, you were the first to stop the staring contest. “Yes sir.” You said, in a quiet voice as you started walking towards the truck you had usually taken, although never keeping the same passenger. You didn’t look back at Negan, but his eyes could be felt on you still. Hopping into the truck with the keys, twirling them before sliding them into the key slot.

Your view was out the window, waiting for the other saviors to get into their trucks. You weren’t sure who was gonna be in your car with you today, so you waited. The door opened which made your eyes dart towards the passenger door, expecting anyone but him to show up. He got into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Your eyes on him but his eyes on the trucks in front.

You were now gonna have to share a truck with the man that seemed to hate your guts.. Negan. His leather jacket was on but it was now unzipped, Lucille was set on the floor in between the door and his knee. Your truck was the last in line so for him to be joining you, especially as he’d choose anyone but you, it was weird and not like him. “The other trucks were full.” Negan's voice was heard as you realized you were staring at him. Your eyes went back to looking out the window.

“Okay.” Was your response, you weren’t really sure how else you could even respond. The trucks in front of you started so you started your own. Negans presence made an uncomfortable tension. You and him weren’t heads on, but there was an underlying feeling of hatred.

The gates opened to the sanctuary, the few trucks leaving and you started your drive behind them. Usually with whoever your seating partner was there would be at least noises, but with Negan.. There wasn’t even a peep other than the truck's engine being heard. You guys were driving for about an hour like Dwight assumed when the trucks in front came to a slow stop. We arrived and Negan seemed to want to leave as quickly as possible, not even letting you stop the truck completely before he jumped out with Lucille.

You exit your truck after turning it off. Rounding the truck to get to where the other saviors were standing. It seemed like everyone didn’t care to wait for you, but Negan didn’t move until you were close enough to follow. There were two groups of us, although not discussed and just went either way, you weren’t sure which group to follow so you went to the one with Dwight, that just so happened to be the one with Negan.

Entering the house that Dwight chose to go in, someone that you didn’t bother to learn the name of stayed at the door for guard. The room you automatically walked into was the living room, where it looked mostly untouched other than pictures that were clearly taken off the wall, by the fact there were nails left behind. Everyone went into seperate room to search, two in the living room, one in the kitchen, one in the dinning room, and Dwight went into the bedroom on the first floor. Since all rooms were occupied you went up the stairs to go to the first room you saw. It was rather quiet other than the small chatter from the saviors down below. Looking through drawers you found nothing but clothes. Walking over to the bed to look in the nightstand, there were gauze(bandage wraps) which you quickly pocketed for yourself. Hoping no one will notice.

There was a voice from behind you, where the door was. You looked over to see Dwight. “Hey Y/N, find anything?” He entered the room, by how he sounded, he didn’t see you hide the gauze for yourself. You closed the nightstand drawer and stood up.

“Nothing but clothes so far, i’ll keep looking though.” You nodded and went to the other side of the bed to look at the other nightstand. Pulling the drawer open to find batteries, which has you picking them up and throwing them at Dwight. He almost didn’t catch it, he fumbled a little. “Sorry thought you were paying more attention.” I smirked, it was silly banter we did.

Dwight found it funny and finally cracked a smile after how long you’ve seen him without any emotion. He put the batteries in a bag. “Knew you’d find something.” Dwight said and walked towards the door. “Negan said that he doesn’t want to stay here too long, since he thinks he saw a few walkers.” You just nodded at him.

“Thanks Dwight.” You thanked him and he left the room. Taking a quick look around the room to see if there could be any more places to look, not much to look for as this room seemed to be the most bland. Taking a walk around the room before getting onto your stomach to look under the bed. There was liquor. Pulling it out to see what it was you heard footsteps and slid it back under the bed quickly.

You looked under the bed still, pretending like you hadn’t rodin anything. “Y/N.” Negans voice heard, it was a stern way to say your name, and it instantly made you uneasy. Why was he suddenly talking to you so much? “I heard something, what was it?” You looked up at him from where you were laying to see his eyes not at your face, but somewhere around your body. You sighed as you grabbed the liquor, and stood up to show him. Negan quickly smiled when he saw it and took it from you. “Damnnnn. Nice find.” He seemed happy with it, maybe he’ll act like he hates you less. Negan snapped for one of the saviors to take the liquor and bring it to your truck. His hand went to your shoulder, and it made you instantly freeze and you don’t know why. “I’m gonna have some funnn tonighttt,” His tone was bouncing-like. somewhat energetic. “because of you, Y/N.”

Negan then left and it made you speechless. He’s never smiled around you, not talked, not touched, not even looked at you most of the time you’ve known each other. There was nowhere else to look in the room so you left the room. Everyone was already outside taking the stuff they found to the trucks when one savior started to scream about a herd coming. You and Negan were left in the house and tried to run towards the door only to see the walkers already starting to surround the house. Negan saw this as you tried to run out the door and he had quickly grabbed on to your shirt and pulled you against him. “shh.” Negan said quietly. He was protecting you?

The trucks were heard driving off and negan cussed under his breath. They stranded us here without worrying if we were okay or not? Negan's grip is still firm on your shirt. Not letting you move, which made you feel the need to not move an inch. Negan's arm wrapped around your waist as he slowly pulled you back so you weren’t in view of the windows. Why would he care so much about you all of the sudden? “Negan..” You whispered. Which then led him to putting his hand over your mouth.

Negan kept you pressed against him, his arm around your waist and his hand over your mouth. You were hiding from any windows, to not be seen. Everytime Negan heard a noise his hand around your waist got tighter just slightly, but once knowing it okay he loosened his grip. You were unsure how to react to all of this, so you stayed still. Why Negan was protecting you so much was beyond what you knew. Your knees slightly trembled because of the nervousness with both the walker herd and Negan.

When Negan thought the coast was clear he slowly let go of you, but you didn’t move. He leaned down next to your ear. “Y/N.. I think we’re good.” Negans voice was low, he tried to tell you to move it in a way that made it seem less rude. You nodded and stepped out of his reach and towards the door. Your hand went to the doorknob as you tried to react calmly after what Negan had just been doing to you for minutes. When you finally opened the door there was a walker that wasn’t heard or seen and came walking towards you, Negan quickly pulled you back and hit the walker into the door frame. blood and brains dripping from the now dead.. dead guys head. Negan was protecting you left and right now, which only made you confused.

Taking a look outside to view around for anymore close walkers, and when there were none you and Negan quietly ran towards the truck. You didn’t know how to get back to The sanctuary.. You always were following behind a truck that knew where, but you didn’t. “Negan.. Do you remember how to get back?” You looked at Negan and somewhere along the line of when you were checking for walkers and now, Lucille was with him.

He quickly looked at you. “No?! you don’t know?!” He was more nervous sounding than angry. He cursed under his breath. “All I know is we came from that road..” Negan had pointed at the road that you both knew you guys drove down. Starting the truck and driving towards the road. “Those pieces of shit. How could they just leave?!” His hand hit the dash and it made you jump. Negan looked at you before trying to calm down.

—————

It was hours after then and you and Negan had no clue where you guys were. Ending back up at the houses since you’d been marking where they were at least, made you realize that you both were fucked. Your truck was almost out of fuel and it was getting colder. you didn’t dress to be out this long.

Your truck was parked at the side of the road while you and Negan had reentered the looted house from earlier. There was only one blanket that you always kept in your truck just in case.. so you had agreed Negan used it, although it wasn’t much of a debate since you knew Negan wasn’t gonna let you have it.

He was on the bed in the room downstairs and you were on the couch out in the living room. The colder the night got, the more you shivered. Asking Negan for the blanket wouldn’t do anything, but you had to try. Standing up from the couch and taking a slow stroll over to the bedroom, the door was open but you knocked anyways. Negan wasn’t asleep but he was close to being. “What?” Negan said with a quiet, raspy voice, clear on how tired he was.

You took a step into the room. “It’s really cold.. and i was wondering if i could have the blanket..?” Asking Negan a question felt scarier than it should have.

He sat up and faced you. “fuck.. fine. but you’re staying in this room with it in case I want it back.” He agreed and unwrapped the blanket from around himself and threw it at you. You didn’t want to push anything so you wrapped it around yourself and you were going to sit on the floor before Negan spoke up again. “Don’t be an idiot. Get on the bed.” His tone was a low grumble.

You hesitantly sat on the bed next to him, wrapped up in the blanket. At times like these you wish that there were more things to do than sit in silence, but without music, or drawing supplies, no games, it was all very boring. Negan laid down next to you, covering his eyes with his arm.

It was awkward, in the same bed as the guy that you used to think hated you, but now that he saved you twice you weren’t sure. You could feel the annoyance radiating off of him with how he was acting. “You didn’t have to give me it, you know..” You spoke quietly. This made Negan uncover his eyes to look at you.

“My leather jacket is enough to keep me warm, don’t worry about it.” He put out, turning over on his side with an audible groan. You kept sat up for a little while so it didn’t look like you were copying him, until you also laid down. Cuddling up with the blanket as you pretended he wasn’t there, so you could ease your mind into sleep faster.

—————

Waking up in the morning, your blanket was still around you, but you felt another thing on you. You looked over at Negan only to find out his arm had been wrapped around you while you both slept. Maybe Negan accidentally moves a lot in his sleep, and would most likely hate waking up with him touching you at all, so you try to quietly and gently move his arm off of you. What you didn’t expect was his arm to tighten around you. His unconscious form wouldn’t allow you to move his arm off of you.

The only thing you could do was wait for him to wake up. Which obviously took longer than you’d wish. He most likely fell asleep after you then. Waiting for him felt unnecessarily long, because all you were doing was lying there silent and still. Probably ten minutes you were sat there with his arm wrapped around your waist until you felt him move, a small noise coming out of him as he finally took his arm off of you and sat up completely. To not make it seem like you were awake, you waited a little longer. He got up and walked out of the room, which made it perfect for you to finally ‘wake up.’

The blanket you used, you left on the bed. You didn’t need it as much anymore since it was day and it would get warmer out. Walking out of the room a minute after Negan did, you saw him looking out the window. “Hey Negan.” You said getting a little closer. He turns around to look at you.

“Hmm?” He hummed and looked back out the window. “Hi?” He questioned why you asked, understandably so since you guys usually never talked.

“Do you think they’ll come back for us?” Your question made Negan clench his jaw and face you again.

He looked at you for what felt like forever before he finally answer. “They better.” Was all Negan came up with. You noticed that he was getting upset, so you took that as a sign to shut up. You looked out the window as well to see what Negan happened to be looking at. There wasn’t anything out there, must have been just hoping for them to come back.

Negan and you were waiting around almost the entire day doing nothing. Since the saviors that so rudely left you took almost everything from the houses nearby there was next to nothing to actually do. You ventured into the other houses but again, all were looted by the people who left you. No sign of them even coming back yet.

You were outside laying in the grass looking up at the sky that was slowly getting darker. Negan was standing by you, you couldn’t tell if he was watching you or just watching for anything in general.

“you look dumb.” Negan spoke up, looking down at you. Which made you look up at his direction.

“I don’t see you finding anything to pass the time.” You glared, although not really fun it’s better than nothing.

Negan nods, “Yeah, and i don’t see any food on the table either, so maybe help me find some before it’s too late?” His statement made you stand up and wipe your clothes from any collected dirt.

Looking over at him, his eyes were closed. “Yeah? and how do you expect to find food? we’re not hunters.” Your statement made his eyes open. (Daryl randomly appears and hands them squirrels -Ray)

Negan stared at you for what felt like minutes yet again. His eyes weren’t only on your own, but seemed to go up and down, what felt like judgement. “I mean if they don’t come back, we’ll need to find food somehow.” Negan finally broke the silence.

“Well no duh Negan, we aren’t just gonna let ourselves starve??” Your hands go up as you shrug, annoyed. Negan’s eyes went to the ground. You sighed. “Well if we can’t hunt, since we both don’t know how i assume, how do you expect us to find food?” You said, a more logical reply.

Negan looks around. “We’ve only been around the houses we’ve already taken from, we can move out more. See if there’s anything around?” His question was reasonable, probably the most reasonable thing he’s said all day.

You walk over to the truck, which has Negan following you. As you both get in the truck and you start it, you don’t really know where to go from here. So basically the rest of the day was spent driving around. Not much talking happened yet again between the two of you, like two kids that hate eachother but the teacher paired you up anyways.

“Stop.” Negans voice was heard suddenly which made you stomp on the breaks. More or less the sudden noise scared you. “Jesus christ not that fucking’ fast!” He glared at you for your abrupt stop.

“You said stop randomly, what would you have done?!” You glared back at him. Negan ignored your comment and got out of the truck. Were you to follow him?

Hoping out of the truck to see why Negan had left, was a mistake because he started taking a piss. You sighed and walked back to the truck. He could have at least told you why, so it wasn’t weird that you followed him. Negan noticed but said nothing. You looked around the place Negan has forced you to stop at, seeing if there was anything other than woods… there wasn’t.

As you make it back to the houses from earlier.. yet again.. you found nothing nearby. Your truck was almost out of fuel, and you didn’t have any food. If Dwight doesn’t come back soon it’s gonna end up with one of us death, if not both. Making your way back inside had Negan basically pacing. This was the first time you’ve seen him actually nervous.

Walking over to him had him stop and look at you. “Are you.. okay?” Was the only thing you could think to ask. Negan sighed.

Negan nodded and began to pace again. Although you could tell he was lying, he also wanted to be seen as a ‘fearless leader.’ So of course he’d pretend. “Those fuckers left us, and they didn’t even come back!” He exclaimed, as if you didn’t know what was happening. You came up to his pacing self yet again and gently grabbed his arm to get him to quit pacing.

He stopped and looked down at you. “It’s just us. You don’t have to pretend you’re alright.” You quietly said. This made Negan let out yet another sigh.

“Okay, I’m not fine, alright?” He was still looking down at you, and your hand was still holding onto his arm. “How can i be a leader when my group isn’t with me!” He sounded frustrated.

“I’m still here.” You said which made Negans facial expressions soften. “You’re still my leader, Negan.” With what you said made Negan finally break the eye contact.

You both stayed silent, in the same position for a minute. “As much as I love being a leader, with only one follower it’s not easy.” He finally spoke up. It was your turn to sigh.

Your arm gently slid down his arm to his hand. “As much as you seem to hate me, be annoyed by me, even hate being around me. You’re not alone here.” You paused, he didn’t seem to pull away from your touch at all. “We’ll make it back to the sanctuary, you’ll be your usual leader self again. You can go back to hating me then, but for now, instead of treating me like you can’t stand being around me, let me help. Talk to me.” You spilled out what you’ve wanted to say all day. It was dumb to say half of the stuff you just said, but you had to tell him. You couldn’t stand seeing him pretend to be okay while he’s clearly frustrated and nervous. He’s your leader, and for him to be one he needs someone to follow him. You will be that someone.

Negan was speechless as he looked back up at you. You stared at eachother for minutes before he finally said something. “I never hated you.” This caught you by surprise. He paused. “You being one of the best saviors had made me nervous. That maybe someday you’d think you’re better than i was, so i avoided you.” His eyes fluttered closed, and his face scrunched up as he paused yet again. “You were always one of the best, ever since you joined the group. And it’s not an excuse for me to have been such an asshole towards you after all you’ve done for me. I’m supposed to be your leader, but i’ve treated you like absolute shit.” His voice became shaky when he finished. His eyes opened again.

You didn’t know how to reply at first, I mean what could you even say to all of that. You thought of anything else you wanted to say, about you two, or about how he felt. “Negan..” You whispered his name so he’d look at you. “I let you lead me because you’re a good leader. Even if i thought you hated me the entire time, everyone has a reason for a wall to be built up. To hide certain people away. I never once doubted you as a leader, because I know I couldn’t lead. especially not as many people as you do.” This made you both squeeze eachother hand. You wanted to continue but you didn’t originally know how do you waited until words came to mind or Negan spoke.

Without a word from either of you Negan opened his mouth to speak. “I didn’t only build up a wall for you because i thought you’d take my place. There was something about you that i noticed right away.” He paused. His body turned to face you more directly. “I saw how brave you were, how you could defend yourself, and i wanted you in my team. But when i got you.. I messed up. I’d have been better to you if I didn’t think the way I did, or feel the way I do.” He seemed like he wanted to say something specific but he couldn’t.

You rubbed at his hand. “Negan, take your time. We’ve got plenty..” This small remark made you both smile softly. Negan just nodded.

His eyes closed for a moment before he looked directly into your eyes. “After my late wife died, i thought i wouldn’t like anyone. I was wrong.” Negans voice was quiet but firm, whatever he was getting at meant something. The fact that he mentioned the one person he swore to never mention.. made this even more emotional for the both of you. “What i’m trying to get at here y/n… is that I think I might like you. And that’s why I wanted to act like I hate you, to hide the fact I fell for someone after Lucille.” His eyes never left yours, so yours didn’t leave his.

You stared at eachother for moments until you felt your cheeks heating up. How did you feel about Negan? He was rude but you always like him.. “Negan.. I can’t say I like you yet. But i’m willing to try.” Your reply made Negan smile, and go to hug you. As you were hugging for what felt like forever you heard tricks outside. Which made Negan hide you behind him as he looked out the window. It was the familiar trucks, The saviors were back.

Getting back to The Snactaury, you and Negan got to finally explore what was talked about when alone in that house together.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - when the world was good, negan had always visited the strawberry shack after work and when the world ended, he didn't expect to find the place still up and running.

warning - smut, gloryhole, creampie, swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Negan stared shocked at the building still standing as though it had never been touched by the apocalypse. The sign still flashing ‘The Strawberry Shack’, no sign of the dead around. He was brought back to when the world was fine when the dead didn’t walk. He remembered finding this place and heading inside, finding the perfect woman each time. That woman being you, you were the one he’d cheat on his wife with. You’d take away all his thoughts and feelings. He wondered if there was anyone inside, so with large strides, Negan heads toward the building and enters. Stopping short as he sees the same woman sitting at the front desk.

“Hiya hun, nice to see ya again. What would you like?” She taps her perfectly manicured nails against the counter, staring at him as she waits for his response. 

“Sex, sugar. But I got no cash.” Negan watches, waiting to wake up and for this to be a dream. 

The woman waves her hand, “Don’t worry, hun. It’s free of charge for our favourite customer.” She smirks, “You know where to go.” He nods, walking toward the door and he surveys the room. It seems that only one person is working, and he’d recognise that arse anywhere. 

“I see you’re still working, sugar. Even with the hell going on outside.” He walks closer, eyes focused on how you clench around nothing at his voice. “How I’ve missed you. Shit.” He groans, feeling his cock harden and throb. Negan grabs the flesh of your arse, giving it a good squeeze before he reaches down and plays with your clit. “Fuck, sugar. You’re already so wet for me.” He leans Lucille against the wall as he reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before pulling out his cock. Giving it a few strokes, watching precum leak for his swollen tip. “So, fucking hard for you.”

Negan lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down as he collects your juices before he slowly pushes into you. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, leaning one hand against the wall while the other grips your hips. “Jesus, sugar. You’re so fucking tight!” He groans, sliding deep inside of you before pulling back out and thrusting in, repeating the movements over and over. “Shit!” His balls slap against your clit, causing you to dig your nails into the bench beneath you, your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper. 

Your moans fill the room alongside the slapping of skin, you wiggle your arse, pushing up against him, causing him to go deeper inside of you. “That’s it, baby girl. You gonna let Daddy breed you, huh? Pump you full of my cum like before? You miss being full of me, sugar?” Negan’s words cause you to clench around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes! Yes! Please breed me, Daddy! Pump me full!” You whine, your toes curl as you cum, coating Negan’s cock with your juices. He grips your hips harder, burying himself deeper inside of you as he cums, coating your walls with his white cream. You sag, sinking into the bench beneath you.

“Fuck me, sugar. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. Might have to take you with me.” Negan groans as he gently pulls out of you, tucking his cock back into his jeans and pushing his cum that leaks from your cunt back in. You let out a huff, your lower half tingling. “I gotta go, sugar. I hope we meet again.” He pinches your cheek before grabbing Lucille, swinging his bat over his shoulder and walks off, giving the woman at the front desk a nod before leaving, heading back to his sanctuary.

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[laluna0]

imagine negan pulling you onto his lap, he brushes a few stray hairs from your face and cups your cheek before giving you a soft kiss and saying smth like,

“just so you know you’re my favorite”

“my pretty, smart, perfect girl”

“all mine”

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[reevesdriver]

Polaroids (NSFW)

Summary: Negan takes a liking to you after finding Daryls wallet containing nude polaroids.

Word count: 2291

Character(s): Negan / Mentions of Daryl

Reader: Female reader

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Masturbation / Oral Sex (M Receiving) / Dub-Con / Blackmail / Praising / Sexual Assault by coercion

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You and Daryl were nothing more than fuck buddies. Ever since you met one another when his group joined you in Alexandria you had been secretly meeting up a few times a week to fuck. Due to how well the pair of you got on you were often sent out to scavenge together in order to collect supplies for your settlement but also for Negan and his saviours.

It was one of those trips out that you stumbled across a working polaroid camera. Stuffing it into your backpack as slyly as you could you continued with your search whilst Daryl remained oblivious and made small talk with you. Using the camera later that night you took a handful of nudes and showed them to Daryl who quickly suggested on using it whilst he fucked you so you could permanently savour the moment and you agreed.

The next day you and Daryl were tasked to sort out the rations ready for the saviours to take. In the rush of trying to get the boxes together for the saviours to take Daryl didn’t realise that his wallet had fallen out of his jacket pocket and into one of the open boxes. Instead they were loaded onto the truck and sent back to the compound ready for Negan to inspect them and check what you had sent before allowing his men to do a stock check.

“I can’t believe you dropped it.” You mumble to Daryl as you both head out of your house later that night.

“I didn’t mean to. Just fell out.” He chews his nail nervously.

“Daryl if anybody finds it and looks inside I will be mortified. Hell I won't even be able to look at anyone ever again.”

“I’ll find it before anyone else does.” He grumbled.

When the Saviours returned to the compound Negan quickly began his usual check of the boxes ensuring that there was a decent amount of contents upon first inspection before his men actually counted what had been sent. Whilst looking through one box in particular he stumbled across the leather wallet tucked down the side of some supplies and pulled it out. 

Opening the wallet his eyes instantly fell on the corner of a polaroid sticking out of the the pocket. He digs into the wallet and pulls out the picture chuckling when he sees that it’s a polaroid of you smiling, when looking closer he sees that you’re actually in your underwear and seem to be led down on a bed.

Negan looks back into the wallet and can see a small stack of more polaroids tucked. He takes a quick look at some of the others and whistles when he realises that he’s found a wallet containing explicit nude photos of you. Stuffing the pictures back into the wallet he puts it in his jacket pocket before finishing off his inspection and making his way back to his room.

Laying in bed that night Negan looked at the wallet that was sat on his bedside table and smiled. Grabbing a hold of it he opens it up and removes the polaroids that were tucked inside before throwing the leather wallet back on the side-table.

Negan flicked through the pictures and felt himself growing hard as they got more and more explicit. The first ones were pictures of you and Daryl kissing, though he couldn’t tell it was Daryl, and then they soon switched to you holding your tits up to the camera followed by one of you sucking Daryl’s cock until eventually he landed on the last one where you were led on your back, cum sputtered over your belly and chest and a smile of utter bliss plastered on your face.

Pulling his boxers down he takes his cock out and begins to pump it whilst staring at the picture of you. Negan remembers seeing you from time to time in Alexandria but you were always too busy to stay around long enough for him to speak to you, though he never really had a reason to approach you since any issues were taken directly to Rick. Bringing himself to release Negan shuts his eyes as he prints the picture of your naked body in his mind.

The next day Negan decided to take two saviours with him as he returned to Alexandria, he’d told his men that he needed to speak with someone regarding the pick-up yesterday. Rick was called to the front gates by Daryl who spotted Negans truck approaching. “The hell does he want?” Daryl said from the lookout post.

“I don’t know. Something must have been wrong with the pickup yesterday.”

Shaking his head Daryl responded. “Nah can’t be that, Y/N always makes sure they are up to standard. Gotta be somethin’ else.”

The gate was opened and Negan drove through, stopping the car the gate was shut behind him and he stepped out swinging Lucille as he slammed the door closed behind him. “Ricky.” He started. “Who checked those boxes that my men picked up yesterday?” Negan asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Y/N does, with help from the others.”

“Y/N, right.” He smiles. “Care to show me where she is right now, I just need a little word with her that’s all.”

“If you were short anything you can speak to me about it.”

“Rick.” Negan interrupts clearly getting impatient. “Show me where she is. I won't ask again.”

Rick leads Negan to your house and up the steps to your front door where he hesitates before knocking. “Come in.” You shout from the kitchen as you continue washing up.

“Y/N.” Rick’s southern drawl fills the room.

“Hey Rick, I’m just tidying up do you need me for something?” You ask with a smile which soon drops when you turn to see the leader of the saviours standing behind him.

“There she is.” Negan says, his voice laced with excitement. “Rick if you don’t mind I'd like some time alone with her please. We’ve got something to discuss.”

Grabbing a nearby hand-towel you dry your hands whilst Rick nervously looks at you. “Go, I’ll be fine.” You say softly. Rick nods and taps the walkie-talkie on his hip indicating for you to use it if you need to and leaves the house. “Is there something I can help you with Sir?” You ask.

“Sir? Oh I like that but please, call me Negan.”

“Alright. Was there a problem with the last pickup?” You ask as the man begins to look around your kitchen before walking to the lounge.

“This is a nice place you’ve got. Just you living here or you got a man I should be worrying about?” He says sitting down on your couch placing his bat on the floor next to him. Negans eyes fall to the coffee table in front of him and he smirks when he sees the polaroid camera sitting in the middle of it surrounded by some pictures of you with the rest of the group.

“Just me.” You shift awkwardly as you stand in the doorway.

“Come and sit next to me, I’ve got something to show you.”

“Negan.” You huff. “If you don't mind I've got a lot of things to be doing so if you could just get to the point I would be very grateful.”

“I said sit down.” He snaps with a face like thunder.

You hesitate for a second or so and move to the couch sitting as close to the arm of the two-seater as you can without making it obvious. Reaching into his back pocket Negan pulls something out that you recognise making your face drain of all colour as you frown. “Daryl’s wallet.” You mumble just enough for Negan to hear.

“Is that the lucky guy in the pictures? Hmm, didn’t think he’d have it in him. Seems more of the shy type to me, though I guess you must like the shy guys.”

“Give it back.” You reach out to try and snatch the wallet from his hand but Negan is quicker. He pulls his hand out of reach and grabs your reaching wrist with the other wrapping his fingers around your limb.

“I’ve got a proposition for you. You’re lucky that none of my men found this before me cause they wouldn’t have been so nice. I tell you what.” Dropping the wallet onto the coffee table he leans and grabs ahold of the polaroid camera. “Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to use whilst I take some pictures to keep and in return you can have that wallet back and maybe I’ll cut down our demands by a little bit. How does that sound?”

Your breath catches in your throat as Negan grips your wrist tighter making you wince. “What if I don’t?”

“I’ll double our demand. Then I’ll show all these pictures to my men. Oh, and I'll show all your friends too, let them know what a little whore you are.”

You let out a whimper and as your heart thumps in your throat you move off the couch until you’re positioned between his spread legs. “Mmmhh good decision. Make sure to put max effort in too, I want these pictures to look good.”

Nervously, you place your hands on his thighs and run them up towards the top button of his pants which you pop with ease, tugging the zipper down your finger grazes his hardening cock through the thin material of his boxers. Negan sinks down onto the couch more and lifts his hips as you tug at the waistband of his boxers. You manage to pull his pants and boxers down his waist with ease and shuffle forwards on your knees so you’re closer to him.

You hear the familiar shutter sound as Negan snaps a picture of you and moves the camera away from his face so he can look down at you whilst the film is being printed. “Don’t mind me Darlin’, you just keep doing what you’re doing.”

You lean forwards and take ahold of his cock with one hand, pumping it slowly Negan releases a soft moan as you tighten your grip around his cock. You’re barely able to close your hand around him and you can already tell that two hands alone won't cover the length of his shaft.

Using your mouth you cover the end of his cock and gently suck letting your tongue lap at the pre-cum that was seeping out of the tip as your hands work on jerking the thick shaft. “Mmmm just like that baby.” He moans, his voice low and gravely making you shiver. 

As you take more of his cock into your stretched-out mouth Negan snaps another picture. “You look so pretty like this, fuck.” Tears begin to form and fall from your eyes as Negan starts to roughly fucked upwards, cock hitting the back of your throat and dirty hand tugging at your hair whilst he snapped another picture and let it drop to the floor next to you. Throwing his head back his hand holding the camera drops to the side of him as you hollow out your cheeks in an attempt to make him cum quicker.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He whines as his hips buck and he cums into your mouth. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. That’s it, what a good girl you are showing me that mouth full of cum.” He takes another picture of you when you follow his orders before he tells you to swallow his load as he puts the camera back on the coffee table.

Negan tucks his cock back into his pants and zips them up before gathering all of the polaroids that were scatted on the couch and floor, picking them up he stuffs them into one of his jacket pockets and zips it up before his eyes fall on you.

You haven't moved from your kneeling spot in front of him, your head is bowed and your fingers are nervously picking at a loose thread on your jeans. Leaning forwards Negan places two fingers underneath your chin and lifts your head up until your eyes meet his.

“So much anger in your eyes Princess. There’s no need to look at me like that when I’ve just given you the best throat fucking you’ve ever had.” He laughs. “Wipe those eyes, you can walk with me back to the gates.”

When he releases your chin you quickly wipe both your eyes and your mouth too incase any of his cum had spilled elsewhere. You stand and follow him out of your house and down the steps back to the front gates where Rick is standing and talking with Daryl whilst some of the saviours are smoking.

“Well Rick, thanks to Y/N I’m gonna be requesting less supplies from you. Oh, and Daryl.” Negan says and throws the wallet to the biker. “Make sure you don’t let that fall out your pockets again. Wouldn’t want it to get in the wrong hands.” He chuckles and jumps into the truck.

Once Negan and his men were out of sight and the gate was shut Rick and Daryl approached you quickly. “What happened in there?” Daryl asked reaching for your arm which you moved away.

“Nothing, we just talked and he said he was going to go easier on us.” You keep your head down and kick a rock that was nearby.

“Y/N you know that you can tell us.”

“Nothing happened Rick so stop asking me. Just be thankful he didn’t double his demand.” You say before turning on your heels to walk back to your house.

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[loganlostitall]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Rating: 18+ for sure

Word count: 1.7k

Characters: Negan Smith, adult gender neutral reader

Setting: Riverbend, season 11 episode 13

Content warnings: light spoilers!!! Be mindful of your own knowledge of the show. Oral sex (M receiving) and also references to oral sex (gn receiving), cum swallowing, spit/drool, slight mention of typical TWD violence, very brief speculation of Negan being dead ig?

Summary: you were in a relationship with Negan before he disappeared without a trace after Maggie took out the Reapers and found Alden. Just when you’re wondering if hope of finding him again is lost… there he is. And he’s very excited to see you.

Author’s note: I literally have no idea where this came from lmfao. I haven’t written in months and suddenly after listening to TDOPOM this little idea popped into my head and I couldn’t banish it so I sat down and slammed this out. Considering that there’s things I’ve had started since September, that’s a huge feat for me lmao. Anyways !!!

No beta, I’m gonna die with my errors like a man 🫡

NSFW under the cut

How long had it been, exactly? Whatever the amount of time, the true answer to such a question was too fucking long. Initially, when you left the Commonwealth a few days prior to venture further than your previous run in search of “resources” (also known as: your missing boyfriend; that you fully suspected everyone was too smart to believe you were looking for anything different, but continued lying to them anyway to avoid any emotional conflict) you hadn’t exactly… expected to actually find him. A piece of you had started to wonder if the time would come where you sunk a blade between a pair of vacant, milky eyes you’d despised and then adored.  

And so, you certainly were taken by surprise when one hand snatched your arm and the other covered your mouth just as it had fallen open to loose a scream. Catching the barest glimpse of familiar ink etched across the skin of your assailant’s arm, tears stung your eyes when you realized with nausea sinking low in your gut that you weren’t ready to take him out. Brain not even acknowledging the relieving factor that the fingers touching you were warm. 

In your searching for him, he found you. How poetic. 

Those same hands hadn’t left your body since. Like right now, one at the base of your skull; fingernails repetitively scratching your scalp, ever so slightly. 

“God fucking damn, I’ve missed this. I mean, I missed you too, of fuckin’ course I did, but this? Fucking incredible.” The slew of complimentary expletives were muttered through grit teeth, and between unsteady huffs of breath. A pinched groan followed immediately after the thick words. He was going to attract walkers; as flattering as it was, that was the first thought to come to mind and on instinct you retaliated what he had subjected you to not much earlier by slowly grazing your palm up the planes of his stomach, over his chest, and to his mouth... which only served to inspire another moan. 

His head bobbed side to side with some dazed form of a nod and he flashed a tired—but still as gorgeous as usual—smile when he pulled your hand away. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut the hell up,” he sighed, much quieter though clearly without lack of restraint. Pride resounded through you with every flex of his jaw.

The phantom sensation of your back being pinned flat against the tree where Negan’s is now was still very prominent, though the only evidence to show for it was the glisten of his lips and the smudges over the fabric of his jeans that clothed his knees. A dull throb resonated between your thighs when you lowered your eyes to admire the very proof of his head being nestled there not very long ago, and the hum when you smirked around his cock gave him no choice but to bite down on his fist and keep quiet. 

With that, you returned to the task at hand or, rather, at hand and mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you sunk down until the head of his dick nudged against the back of your throat and did absolutely nothing to fight the gag that sounded as a result. A long time ago, in an entirely different life, things like that had bothered you. Everything about your performance needed to be perfect, until Negan. He liked when you struggled to accommodate him. Got off on it. 

The vein along the underside of his endowment jumped and you did not hesitate to flatten your tongue and press up against it, curl the tip, and drag from end to end of the hypersensitive stripe beneath Negan’s skin and revel in the shiver it drew from him. 

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he whispered, “Fuck,” and even such a short, succinct, single syllable word seemed to knock the breath out of him. His mouth thinned into a straight line, lips all but disappearing, and the back of his head made an unceremonious collision with the bark behind it. The grimace that found his face was short lived, because that was the moment you decided was perfect to bring a cupped palm and fingers to his scrotum. They drew up instantaneously upon being touched.

He was close already. Aw. He really did miss you. 

A heavy glob of saliva rolled out between his cock and your lips when they crowned over the glans, but you simply sucked in a gulping breath and followed it with your tongue rather than fearing the quality of your performance. Smearing your drool down the length of his shaft would surely ease the glide of your mouth for whatever little remainder of time there was here. You would tease him about this later, but given that Negan cumming fast was a rare occurrence, it would mainly be playful bragging. 

The practically hypnotic motion of his nails carding through the short hairs where your head met your neck ceased abruptly after deepthroating him once more, and you would have mourned the loss if not for the heavy lidded, glazed over, hazel brown eyes that truly appeared to be doing nothing less than memorizing the way every feature of your face looked when your lips were stretched around him. You pushed up on his balls and squeezed, just barely bordering outside of the threshold of pain for him, and the hissed ‘awfuck-’ was your only warning. 

Never would you have believed that you could miss the taste of a man’s cum, and yet here you were, realizing how fucking happy you were to be tasting him, swallowing everything down like some sort of elixir. Hardly an easy task around something in your mouth, and repeatedly ramming down your throat due to him holding you in place as his hips jerked, but you were more than enthusiastic despite it. All you could do was squeeze your thighs together, breathe through your nose, swallow, and allow yourself to be used for the first time in what had felt like the longest six months in your entire life. Suddenly you couldn’t remember a single sweet thing that had ever tasted better than Negan Smith.

Though logically you knew it wasn’t a very long affair, the limited intake of oxygen disoriented you enough that you couldn’t quite tell how much time passed before the grip on the back of your head relinquished and a now softening erection retracted from your mouth. You drank air into your lungs as if you’d been under water and dropped your hands, both of which had a tacky mixture of drool and precum connecting them to your lips and his skin, all while holding eye contact even though his own gaze was trained upon your swollen, sticky mouth. 

After a moment to collect himself and gather his bearings—both literally and figuratively because he tucked himself back inside of his boxers but didn’t pull up the zip, Negan offered out his hands for you to grab hold of and help you back onto your feet. There were matching patches of dirt on your knees. As you started to bend down to dust yours off, a finger hooked beneath your chin to raise your head once more. He wiped the light, streaky eyeliner you managed to score from Princess off of your cheeks; and afterwards brought the hem of his black t-shirt to your mouth that was no more than a mess of goop but that wicked tongue of his peeked out from between his teeth as he cleaned up the mess. 

“So goddamn hot, baby,” Negan rushed forward to steal a kiss, which you happily reciprocated and that same tongue followed shortly after. You could still taste yourself in his mouth. Certainly, his own flavor lingered behind as well. The groan that fled his mouth to dissolve into yours was answer enough. “Fuckin missed the taste of us. Swear my dick could get hard all over again just from this shit.” His hand dropped to your own jeans that you’d secured back over your hips after you came, just in case a situation arose and the both of you had to be able to run quickly. Bypassing the zipper, Negan slid his fingers past the waistband and dipped into your underwear to gather what remained of your excrement and his own saliva, raising it to his lips to lick his fingers clean. There had hardly been enough time to suppress a moan before his mouth found your neck and you rolled your head off to the side, giggling in the process, to allow further access. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, upon looking towards where you could only assume Negan had been taking shelter, your eyes fell to a sight that meant things would have to cease for now. 

“…Is that Gabriel?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, forgive me Father or however the fuck that goes.” 

His mouth had only ceased its assault on your throat long enough to mumble the words against your skin, sending a chill through you and raising goosebumps all over you that would have to go ignored. Much to your chagrin, Gabriel and Aaron were approaching the building that Negan’s new group resided within, and perhaps it was paranoia but a little skepticism went a long way since the dead started walking.

While half-assedly shoving his face away from yourself, you asked, “What are your new men like?”

“Not very nice,” he answered with a shrug; failing multiple attempts to dodge your hand until deciding he would settle for kissing your palm instead. Would have been endearing under any other circumstance. 

“Negan Smith!” 

“UuugghhhhUUUUUUHHH fine!” He blustered overdramatically, tossing his arms up over his head with a heaving sigh and roll of his eyes just before zipping his pants back up, and then yours after. You wiped your hands on his pants as he began walking. 

And, even despite the current circumstance, after all the time you’d spent missing him, you couldn't help but smirk at his grumblings about no amount of Hail Mary’s or Our Father’s being repentance enough for what he would do to them for giving him Blue Balls as he guided you around the building for safe entry. 

Like he hadn’t cum already. If you made it out of this, which you could never be sure of anymore, it seems like you were going to have a lot of sucking up to do. 

Literally. 

This one-shot was actually a massive challenge for me because I’ve always found it almost completely impossible to write something so short because I try to pour everything into my writing and drag it out.. which really makes me worry that this is horrible/boring 😭

Anyways, hope it’s not and people find it decent. I won’t be doing much x reader stuff because I have an OC and an entire story planned out for him when I find the time, but there will be a few ! :)

Idk who else to tag other than my loyal bffs @murdadixon @hopefulatrocity @lanadelnegan 🥰 besitos para mis bebés

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[chelseypprimrose]

My Little Hatefuck / Negan x Rhee!Reader / 18+

Summary: You hate the man who killed your brother in cold blood, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to fuck him.

Warnings: fight scene between reader and Negan (they love each other really kinda.) usual rough/hate sex themes, talk of death/murder, choking, minimal foreplay (there’s walkers right outside the door wtf do you expect lol), use of belt and rope, denial of feelings, not proof read.

A/N: i’ve left the ending open to a part two as the request was for the reader to have feelings for negan as well so this could potentially be explored in the next part if people want it. 🤍 i just hit 1,000 on one of my previous stories so i just want to say a massive thank you to you all! i only started writing again a couple months ago and i’ve been welcomed back in with sm love, i love the twd community 🤍 enjoy x

that whistle, that goddamn whistle.

like a lamb to the slaughterhouse, you had been in attendance enough to know what happens after that high pitched sound. it taunted you, haunted your dreams, the visual of your brothers eye popped out of the socket, crimson blood dripping from his dented skull down his face as tears rolled down his cheeks. that last whimper of a sentence, a lasting promise to his pregnant wife of once finding her again.

your own tears running free as well, his body finally slumping to the ground as Negan gave his final swift hit to your brothers skull, bits of his smushed flesh flying off the end of the barb wired bat. you’d grimaced, not being able to look at it, not wanting to face the reality that your only remaining blood relative was now gone, after all the shit you’d had to get through to survive this cursed world, for it to be for nothing, to be taken out by a evil and egotistical creature trying to prove a point.

he’d never be able to see his baby grow, never be around to hear their first giggle, see their first steps, it pained your heart just to think of it. you weren’t just thinking of it now though, it had become your reality.

you’d pushed yourself up off your knees, screaming bloody murder, getting fingertips away from grasping his now blooded up leather jacket before his sidekick lackey had grabbed you around your waist, pulling you away from him with a swiftness, your legs reaching out to try and kick Negan in the chest.

“someday, you monster! someday i’ll fucking kill you! you’ll be begging me to slit your throat when i’m fucking done with you.”

he’d just laughed at your anger, staring you down with a certain glint in his eye that you couldn’t understand.

a couple months down the line, you were still hurting. becoming the saviours personal bitches hadn’t sat right with you. you were secretly seething with Rick for allowing them to use you all as a personal doormat, Negan had well and truly broken him down to a shadow of what he once was. this man had ripped out someone’s throat with only his teeth before, but now all he did when they visited was back down and cower away from them. you’d tried to remind yourself that he was just trying to keep you all safe, including his own family. it was hard for you to stomach, Rick still had his family, still had his son, you had no one. with Maggie being sent to hilltop, you had no one that knew what you were going through, everyone hurt after Glenn’s passing but nowhere near how you felt.

he kept coming around, that stupid fucking bat sat on his shoulder, even making Rick hold it, having to bite your tongue to keep you from saying something that would get either yourself or someone else killed. always looking at him with fire in your eyes, unrestrained anger and hatred. he never looked at you the same way though, that unknown glint still shining through.

you wanted to scream at him again, wanted to wrap your hands around his throat and watch him squirm, watch his eyes flicker at the realisation he was going to die at the hands of you. it was one of the thoughts that kept you going, gave you a reason to see this through, you had nothing tying you to Alexandria anymore other than your relationships with those you’d travelled this journey with, they’d told you time and time again that you were family, while you knew what they said was true, it just wasn’t the same as having your brother fighting by your side. they’d supported you as best they could given the situation, you hadn’t had to cook in weeks, Rick always allowing you to deny going on supply runs, you would outright refuse. you needed something to keep you busy and taking out your anger on the undead was therapeutic.

you missed the stupid jokes he’d tell you when he could tell you were sad, not leaving your side until you were laughing along with him. the way his eyes had lit up when he told you he was expecting a child, engulfing him into a massive hug at the news.

you’d been looking over maggie’s false grave around the back of the compound, it being the closest thing you could get to being at your own brother’s grave at hilltop. even knowing she was alive, it still pained you to see a grave dedicated to her, made you realise that’s how you’d all end up eventually, if Negan was to be victorious.

you had felt his eyes over you for the past couple minutes, it taking everything in you to try and ignore his presence. you let out a sarcastic, angry sigh while crossing your arms over your chest. “can i help you at all? or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” you piped up, shuffling some of the dirt underneath your foot. he lowly chuckles, his heavy footsteps getting closer to you before you felt the leather of his jacket swipe against your arm, making you flinch slightly away from him. your skin burnt with anger, taking a deep breath in through your mouth and out of your nose as you fought your natural reaction to pounce on him, you’d thought of this scenario time and time again.

how you’d slit his throat, watch him bleed out like a stuffed pig, laughing as the tears would slowly roll down his cheeks. how he’d beg you for his life, how he’d apologise for what he had done, falling to the ground in desperation, his breathing getting shallow the more he bled out. his deep voice pulled you out of your comforting thoughts.

“damn tragedy. that’s what this is.” he tutted, leaning down on his knees, examining maggie’s tombstone. you scoffed, how dare he! even if he didn’t know that she wasn’t really dead, if she would have died, it would have been a direct consequence of the pain he’d put her through to begin with.

“don’t act like you give a shit about her. you sure as hell didn’t give a shit when you were bashing her husbands skull in.” he tilted his head up to look at you, you holding his gaze, the last thing you were going to do was cower to him like the rest of Alexandria had become accustomed to doing.

“you are such a damn spitfire doll, you know that! you ain’t like the rest of them are you sweetheart?” he rose to his feet, now towering over you again. “talking back to me like that! knowing damn well i could take lucille to that pretty little head of yours. don’t think i haven’t forgotten about that night, you threatened to kill me! right in front of my saviours, now that… that took balls. so tell me doll, are you brave or just fucking stupid?”

now it was your turn to laugh.

“i suppose you’ll find out Negan… when i finally see it through.”

you were sick of it, having to watch as those vultures loaded up their vans with supplies you had scavenged for, risked life and limb to keep yourselves afloat. as the male saviours look at you, eyes taking over your body, you didn’t even want to think about what filthy fantasies they were having in their minds. it made you feel sick to your stomach, the end of the world had only allowed for people to act upon those depraved thoughts and desires with no fear of police enforcement or consequences of their behaviour, practically a free for all.

you could see Negan in the distance, using his bat as a pointer stick, directing his band of merry fuckwads towards what he wanted to take back with him, he’d already cleared out your homes, mattresses, food, weapons. you name it, he’d got his dirty paws on it.

after your little tête-à-tête with the man himself earlier, you felt accomplished. you weren’t going to hide the truth, how when the time was right you’d have no problem killing him where he stood. you wanted the thought to run around in his subconscious, that threat always lingering in the back of his mind.

you imagined that running such a ‘successful’ group had probably given him the inflated ego akin to a military captain, meaning he was lured into a sense of false security. who would dare question his authority? knowing what he could do to them.

you watched as he exchanged words with rick before getting into the front leading grey truck, his eyes scanned the crowd that had gathered around the trucks before landing on you, leaning back into the seat relaxed, a grin on his face as he tipped his head towards you like he was wearing a cowboy hat, slapping the side of the truck commanding the driver to start driving away.

you turned back towards your house, preparing yourself to assess the damage of what those brutes had done to your personal property. you’d expected to see all your possessions destroyed, your picture frames on the floor, glass everywhere. your favourite blanket you’d carried with you since the start taken with no care to the sentimental value it held for you. the bookshelves to be pulled over and broken, your collection of books you’d accumulated over the years to be stripped away from you, one of the only activities that made you feel somewhat like you were back in the world before the apocalypse.

as you walked through the threshold, you were shocked to find that it was like nothing had been touched? no damages to anything, your belongings were just as you had left them. the pictures of you and your brother were still on top of the non working fireplace you had in the lounge, your blanket left neatly folded as you had folded it this morning after you woke up. making your way upstairs, you checked your bedroom, you almost couldn’t believe that your bed was still there, mattress and all, the only difference being a small crumpled bit of paper that had been poorly smoothed out, the deep crinkles still very much there. you picked it up, seeing scribbled handwriting in black ink.

“i’m not always a bad guy.

- N”

you allowed a small smile to creep on your face, before it left just as quickly, the guilt eating you alive. was this an apology? a peace offering? he must have known this was your place from the various pictures of you and glenn darted around the rooms.

you were on your back, large hunting knife still strapped to your front, the wind causing the dust to create a fog of dirty air. it had all gone to shit so quickly, from the kingdom and hilltop storming Alexandria at the last minute to save Carl from being killed at the hands of Negan, running up on Negan at the Sanctuary, Gregory turning on the hilltop, obviously scared of Negan and the Saviours.

you had no clue where anyone was, the walkers now taking over the lower bay of the Sanctuary, you’d been diverted every which way, just trying to find salvation before you accidentally tripped over your own feet, trying to scramble away to safety.

picking yourself up you saw a outhouse like building a couple minutes run away, weighing your options you hauled towards it, pushing walkers away from you before grasping the handle, flinging the door open and running inside. as you turned and slammed the door behind you, the light dwindling leaving you with barely any vision. you bent forward, hands on your knees trying to desperately catch your breath back.

slumping towards the wall, you allowed your body to rest, the smell of dirty walkers invading your nostrils accompanied by the moans and groans of them as well. you hoped everyone had managed to get away okay, the feeling of anxiety overwhelmed your body at the unknown fate of your peers.

you’d finally managed to get your breathing back to normal, feeling slightly more relaxed than you did, getting up off the dirty floor to survey your surroundings and start planning how in the hell you were going to get out of this fucking mess. you’d noticed some basic supplies scattered around, a bit of rope, a small half filled bottle of water and a rusty crowbar. you pocketed the rope and took a sip of the lukewarm water before throwing the bottle back onto the ground.

formulating your plan of action was abruptly cut short when the door you’d entered from burst open without warning, you’d grabbed for your knife again, pointing it towards the figure who’d just entered. the light coming through the door again blinded you for a few moments before shutting again, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. the heavy panting of the shadowy figure sounded all too familiar.

you could have thanked god in that moment, that he had delivered you just the person you’d hoped would have run out of luck, all packaged up with a pretty bow on top. it was only Negan, looking absolutely distressed and out of breath, obviously having had to fight off walkers, just the same as you. you carefully stepped further into the corner, trying to keep out of sight, formulating your next movements. you could finally do it, finally get him back, remove him off the face of the earth so ‘Negan and the Saviours’ were no longer anything more than a minor blip in history.

“god-fucking-damn it!” he growled, his tone angry, slamming his bat into the metal wall, making it wobble under the force of the smack. you could see his thoughts running at a mile a minute, the same look of ‘how the fuck do i get out of this one?’ that you’d had on your face only a couple minutes prior.

as his back turned towards you, you decided to go for it, leaping from your hiding spot, your heart beating out of your chest, you shoved him down onto his knees, a gruff sound of his breath hitching at the force, his precious weapon falling to the side of him.

you laid your entire weight on his back, your hands digging into his shoulders, your knife clattering on the metal floor just at the side of you, forcing him onto his stomach, your knee pressed deep into his lower back to deny him getting up. the element of surprise had made this all too easy.

“who the fuck are you?” he grunted out, trying to throw you off his back, your knee now shaking at how forcefully you were digging it into him.

“i told you i’d fucking kill you.” you spat at him, his body tensing up as your voice hit his ears. he gave a breathless, sarcastic chuckle.

“well…well…well, fancy bumpin’ into you doll! tell me, how’s ricks big master-fucking-plan working out for you?”

“brilliantly, considering you are now a second away from me slitting your throat.”

Negan pushed up with almighty force, putting you off balance, capitalising on your shock, he whipped around, coming down on top of you, your legs forced open as he parted them with his large frame, now holding you down, your arms above your head pushed into the ground.

“when i imagined us in this position doll, it wasn’t in a goddamned metal tin can, i can tell you that much.”

you growled at the idea - that he’d imagined you in such a compromising position. hearing this, you manoeuvred your legs to having your feet on his chest, pushing him over with all your force. he landed on his back with a thud, slightly yelping out at the pain.

you planted yourself on top of him, straddling his lower body, grabbing your knife and holding it just under his chin.

“you know, i’ve been thinking of this for months. why’d you have to do it, Negan? why?! my only family still breathing, butchered down by the likes of you! he was going to be a father! you tore me apart and laughed in the process. you think leaving me my stuff means i forgive what you did to me?!” you sneered at him, your rage now taking over, hot tears starting to pool in your eyes as the pain of what he’d done to you got too much to hide.

you expected him to laugh at you, just as he had before, planning to go out the way he had always been, cold hearted and evil. you were met with the exact opposite, he looked defeated, like the mask he used to hide had been ripped off.

“if i could take it back i would.” your eyes went wide, that wasn’t what you were expecting him to say. you pressed the knife a little harder into his chin, a small gash created under the pressure.

“i mean it doll, if i’d known he was your brother… i never would have touched him.” you almost dropped the knife, his confession hitting you.

“why? why am i any different to the other sisters?! the other family members of the people you’ve butchered, killed, fucking murdered? all for some pathetic little crusade? we’ve got enough fucking problems with the dead coming back to eat our asses!”

he sighed, putting his gloved hand on the blade, raising his eyebrows to indicate he wanted you to move it so he could sit up properly. you moved slow, with caution, ready to pounce again if this was some sort of false pretence. you allowed him to sit forward, his arms now coming out to balance himself, palms sat flat on the ground.

your chest now pressed up against his, as he looked you directly in your eyes, the hint of fear gone from his face. you should have killed him when you could, the guilt now entering your heart as he looked at you with such intensity.

“because, i see a headstrong, independent and straight up badass woman who doesn’t take shit from any fucker. i’d just beat the shit out of rick, cracked the holy hell out of two of your people and you still had the guts to threaten to slit my fucking throat.” you clasped his leather jacket under your hands, while still holding your knife at a downward angle, the blade sat on his thigh.

“and it also helps that you.. sweetheart - are one of the sexiest women i’ve ever seen this side of the apocalypse.”

your heart swooned, fuck you shouldn’t have been thinking like this.

he was the enemy, the man who had tormented you and your people for months on end, he’d killed your relative, for god sake! but in this moment, when all the theatrics, the violence, the destruction was taken away and it was the two of you staring into each other’s eyes, you didn’t care about that. you knew he was going easy on you, he could have grabbed Lucille with little to no effort and bashed your skull in, leaving you for dead but he didn’t. he was sat here with you, allowing you to be on top, in the power position.

you let your intrusive thoughts get the better of you, allowing the knife to slip from your grasp, one of your hands coming to cup his cheek, planting a long kiss on his lips. the attraction was there, you knew it, you’d known it since you laid eyes on him but everything in your soul told you it was wrong, it was borderline sinful to be so attracted to a man who had done such horrible things to people you cared the most about. you’d be banished if your people could see you now… but you didn’t fucking care.

when your lips separated, you felt his fingertips brush against your thighs, his hands gripping at your ass. Negan kissed your jawline, moving to the base of your neck, finally pressing his lips into the hollow of your throat, sending chills through to your spine. gently nibbling on your earlobe, you heard yourself softly moan, almost trying to repress your pleasure. you involuntarily started squirming your hips slightly in response to his actions.

“you are a real bastard - but you are going to give me this. i deserve this, Negan.”

he removed his hand from your ass, reaching around shrugging your thin jacket off your shoulders, followed by pulling your white top over your head, exposing your bra to him. you hastily reached around yourself, unhooking your bra, letting it fall into your lap before Negan moved it to the side of you. his hands then explored your chest, leaving harsh bites in a trail from your neck down to your breasts.

his tongue began tantalising your nipples one at a time, circling them, flicking back and forth across them - then kissing and sucking on them. his hand slipped to your jeans, unbuttoning them, pulling the zip down, caressing your pussy, slipping in-between your lips, finding your clit and harshly pressing down on it. he kissed his way back up your upper body, going over your neck, jawline and then back to your lips. he was still circling your clit, you tugged at his belt, slipping it open and pulling it out of its loops.

lifting yourself up you pulled his jeans down just enough to expose his erect, strong, and fucking big cock.

“i guess you are allowed to have such a annoyingly big ego.” you stated, Negan being brought out of his trance to grin at your statement.

looking at it sent a chill through you, the words you gave out were starting to get drowned out by the noises of the walkers outside the four walls, reminding you they could burst through at anytime. you momentarily rolled back off him, the loss of pressure on your clit making you whine out, pulling your jeans fully off.

you looked back at Negan, his glove glistening with your wetness as he put his hand into his mouth, tasting you.

“you taste fucking delicious doll.” he leaped forward, causing you to now be on your back, the same position he had you in earlier, running his hands over your breasts again, towering over you to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue.

slipping a hand between your bodies, you began stroking his cock, the pre cum dripping down onto your hand. supporting himself on one elbow, he took over your hands position on his cock, moving to line himself up. you felt the head of his cock probing your pussy, teasing your entrance. he moved his hips forward pushing his cock into into you, a loud moan escaping your lips.

once he’d positioned himself just right, Negan slid his arms under your back, supporting himself on his elbows while holding you in position. he began taking long but hard thrusts, almost ripping you apart. you raised your legs behind his back, crossing your ankles behind him. you twisted your hips, joining him to meet his thrusts, a grinding motion of your own. he took one hand off your back, causing your body to slump a bit as you propped yourself up on your elbow replacing yourself in the position. his hand he’d moved grasped your throat, just as hard as he was thrusting his hips into you.

“i might be a bastard doll, but you can’t deny those pretty slut noises you are making right now. you feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

you whimpered at his dirty mouth, you weren’t even in a good enough headspace to rebuke what he had claimed.

he continued to drill into you, you felt yourself shiver as the feeling built up inside your core. that pleasurable feeling you hadn’t felt in a good long while, never bothering to find love in such a fucked up world, no matter how many urges you had. you used your free hand to start circling your clit, trying to race to finish first, you knew the danger of staying here for too long. the pressure of his hand on your throat, the force of him continuing to rutt into you, your walls grasping him in a death grip.

“come on doll, i can feel it, cum for me. come on!”

he gave three sudden hard drives through you, joined with the pulsating of his cock you could feel deep inside you. your legs tightened around his torso out of reflex as your head threw back, the ecstasy laced sensation finishing you off as a few profanities slipped out of your mouth.

he followed behind you, as you felt him pull out, coating your inner thigh with his spend. he kept a hold of you as you both tried to catch your breath, the realisation of what you’d done hitting you just as hard as your orgasm had. you felt disgusted with yourself, not that you’d had sex but who’d you’d had sex with. you had let yourself get swept away with the pleasure, the carnal need to get yourself off and now you’d done something you could never take back.

you grabbed your jeans, pulling them back up your legs and re-buttoning them up. grabbing your bra, you readjusted it back on your body along with your top and jacket as well.

“why the rush doll?” fuck, you’d almost forgot he was even there.

“well, it might be something to do with the impending walkers at the fucking door, Negan… or the fact i just had sex with probably the worst choice of person i could have ever had sex with?”

his face dropped at that, “come on doll, did the pouring of my heart out earlier not change your mind about me? i’m not a fucking asshole, i’m just someone trying to protect the people who look to me to protect them.”

that caught the attention from your actions, you looked at him, still sat on the ground, his now flaccid cock laying on his lower stomach.

you scoffed, putting your hands in your pockets, feeling the rope still place there, you had to move fast.

you made your way over to him, cupping his face lovingly, making it seem like you were going to kiss him, before shoving the rope in his mouth, tying it tightly around the back of his head, his eyes widening at your actions.

shoving him around with all your force onto his stomach, you grabbed his discarded belt, looping it at his elbows, pulling the belt through the buckle and popping it onto the tightest hole there was. Negan struggled against you, trying his best to fight out of the belt you’d caged him with, his post orgasm energy wasn’t enough coupled with the pain now shooting through his manhood at the force you’d pushed him down at.

you pulled him up, he was resting on his knees, the same position he’d had you all on the night at the RV all those months ago. you couldn’t deny the full circle moment left a sweet taste on your tongue.

you grabbed your knife, sheathing it back in place, before turning back to look at him once more.

“plea-se don’t, i want you to be with me!” he said, at least that’s what you think he’d said, the words coming out all muffled from the rope being in his mouth.

you laughed.

“oh i’m sorry? did you think that just because i let you into my panties, i was going to spare your life? oh no honey, i’ll let the walkers have at you.” you bent down to his face, giving him a patronising kiss on the cheek, he was still rutting around trying to get out of the restraints as he looked at you murderously. “let’s hope they tear that big cock of yours off your body first.” you moved to the exit, winking at him.

“although, if by some miracle you escape this? come find me, you know where i’ll be. this? this has been fun.”

you pulled your knife out, hand on the door, ready to fight your way through however many remained outside, leaving some for dear old negan though.

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[holylulusworld]

His favorite - Kinktober 11

Summary: He shows everyone you are his favorite...

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Public sex

Square 25 filled for @afgomegaversebingo​: Alpha!Negan

Square 15 filled for @j3bingo former jdmorganomegaverse: True Mates

Pairing: Alpha!Negan x Chubby(Omega)!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal, blood, gore, characters death, murder, true mates, a/b/o, scenting, possessive Negan, fat shaming, protective Negan, public sex, smut, unprotected sex

Words: 1,8 k

Kinktober 2022 

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A pack protecting you. A pack having your back. That’s what you thought the people you trusted with your life and resources are to you. 

Now you know better. While you kneel on the cold ground you realize, this is a dog-eating-dog world now.

“Would you just look at this,” you flinch as the leader of a pack calling themselves the saviors swings his bat in front of your face. “Your fine friends just sold you to me, sweet little omega. I like me a chubby little thing like you.”

“Boss, do you want to give them a good show?” 

“Wait for it, Simon,” he looks down at you, grinning like the devil. You can’t see it, but his eyes darkened as a tiny sob leaves your lips. “I want to have a closer look at the owner of this fine house and the resources they offered to me.”

“They want to join us,” Simon says. “Do you think they are worthy of joining us?”

You don’t lift your gaze from the ground as the men talk about your house, and the few resources you gathered during your endless trips to the smaller towns close to your home. 

“What do you think, Simon?”

The men chuckle, and joke as you await death. You hold your breath and close your eyes.

This is the end, and you don’t want to see it coming. Tears stream down your face he swings his bat again, and you wait for the pain to come.

“I said, would you just look at this,” oddly the bat doesn’t hit you. “Such a pretty little thing, but she doesn’t listen. Look at me, omega.”

Your head immediately snaps upward, and you look up at the alpha with wide, and fearful eyes.

He looks down at you, brows furrowing as he enjoys the fear in your eyes.

“Negan, we should get going. It’s getting dark, boss.”

“Simon, fuck’s sake. I’m enjoying myself here,” Negan grumbles as he steps closer to you to grab your chin with his gloved fingers. “Omega, mine…do you want to die?”

“No?” you choke out.

“You’re not sure?” he laughs with his full body. “A cute and sweet one, I see. Not like the angry and bitchy omegas I met during my travels through this rotten world.”

You don’t know how to respond to him. He holds your life in his hands, and they are bloody.

“Simon!”

“Boss?”

“Kill them. But leave the boss, the one coming to you, for me and Lucille,” you swallow thickly as the alpha walks past you and toward the people you considered your pack.

“We want to be Negan,” one of them whimpers as the bat cuts through the air. You scream in terror when Negan hits the man’s skull. Blood splatters all over Negan’s clothes but he doesn’t seem to care. You assume he’s used to it.

“WE WANT TO BE NEGAN!” the rest of your pack screams as Simon and the other men aim their guns toward their heads. “PLEASE!”

“You see,” Negan hits the next man. The man screams in pain and agony as Negan preferred to hit his shoulder, “I don’t like traitors or people ratting the one saving their asses out. You messed with the wrong man.”

“What now boss?”

“Take care of the rest of them, Simon. Make it painful.”

Negan turns his back on your former pack. He carries his baseball bat toward his car, ignoring you on his way. “What about the girl?”

The alpha doesn’t answer. He puts his baseball bat in the back of his truck, taking his time.

“Leave her to me,” you whimper as leaving you to him means getting your skull split by his baseball bat. 

The screams and the scent of the blood of your former pack fill your senses as Negan steps back toward you. He looks down at you on your knees, studying your trembling body.

“Get up,” he takes off his bloody gloves to offer his hand to you. “Don’t let me wait, little chubby kitten.”

Your hand trembles when you place it into his warm palm. “What will you do to me?” you look up at Negan with teary eyes. “Please do it fast. Not with the bat.”

“Oh,” he chuckles as you slowly get up from the ground to stand on unsteady legs. “I got an idea or two, sweetness. Let’s start with bringing you away from here…”

You end up in his room, wearing his clothes that night. Negan looks you up from head to toe, making sure you didn’t get bitten. At least he tells you so.

The hungry look in his eyes tells a different story. 

“Today, I killed for you omega,” he begins. “I will do it again if I must.” Negan steps closer to cup the back of your neck. “You’re going to stay here.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” 

“Why didn’t you kill me too?”

“I killed them because they betrayed you,” he dips his head to press a surprisingly soft kiss to your temple. “I scented you the moment I got out of my car.”

“I don’t understand,” you watch him look you up and down. Negan licks his lips, ready to pounce on you.

“You’re my true mate,” Negan explains. “Don’t you feel it too? The pull. The need.”

“I should be afraid of you, but I’m not,” you whisper as he takes another step toward you. “You killed people, but you make me feel safe.”

“I’ll keep you safe. Always.”

That night you will end up tangled in each other. Negan won’t let you out of his bed for hours. When you wake in the morning, you’ll be wearing his mark…

A few months later, … 

You sniffle as the women at the sanctuary make fun of you once again. 

“Just look at that fat cow. I bet Negan only keeps her around to make sure any walker will kill her first and feast on her fat ass.”

“Right. How could he ever get hard for that chubby bitch?” the other woman snickers. “No way he likes to fuck that thing. Negan tries to mess with her. I bet; in a few days, he’ll use Lucille to get rid of her.

You run inside the building and dash toward the room you share with your alpha.

Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you make it inside.

You slam the door shut and press your back to the door, crying bitterly.

“Omega?” Negan is by your side in three long steps. “Y/N, what’s wrong with you? What happened?”

“They…and then…I’m fat…” you choke on your tears as your alpha wraps his arms around your trembling body.

“I need to know what happened, kitten. Tell your alpha who made you cry,” he whispers as you slowly lift your head to meet his worried gaze. “Y/N, tell me what happened.”

“I,” you nod. There is no way you can hide anything from your alpha. You take a deep breath and tell him what the women said about you and your alpha…

“Negan where are we going?” you whimper as he holds your hand in a tight grip. He mutters under his breath as he watches his men carry a mattress out of the building. 

Simon and the others place the mattress in the middle of the courtyard.

“All done boss.”

“Good.”

Negan guides you toward the mattress. “I want you on hands and knees, kitten. Don’t be shy. Show them all your dripping cunt.”

Your mouth falls open as Negan rips the flimsy negligee he found on one of his trips off of your body. “Would you all just look at those tits and her fucking perfect ass? I love every curve and every stretch mark on my woman.”

“Negan,” whining you kneel on the mattress and do as he says. You lift your ass and spread your legs for everyone to see your cunt. “Please.”

Negan stands in front of you to run his hand over your hair.

“You dared to say my omega doesn’t get me hard?” you gasp as Negan unbuckles his belt. He unzips his pants and shoves them down his legs to reveal his throbbing length.

“See this?” 

Negan points at his erection.

“This is all for my pretty little kitten. My chubby angel,” he growls as one of the women harassing you want to look away. “You won’t look away.”

He snaps his fingers. “Simon, make sure they watch me.”

“Uh-I’m on it boss,” Simon points his gun at the woman. “What do you want to do with them?” He nervously laughs as Negan moves behind you.

Your alpha kneels on the mattress to give your cunt a few kitten licks. He purrs against your heated flesh, making you moan in return. “Alpha.”

“I’m going to show them how much my omega turns me on,” Negan fists his cock as he looks at the women harassing you. “Do you know how good my omega makes me feel? She’s so much more woman than any of you!”

“Negan,” you press your face into the mattress. He growls at your submissive behavior. You know how much Negan loves to go full alpha and control your body.

Negan roughly grips your hips with one hand. “Perfect little omega cunt,” he presses into you, groaning as your body opens only for him like a flower ready to bloom. “She takes me so well.”

Your alpha slowly starts rocking his hips. He easily slides in and out of you, using your slick to fuck into you with long and powerful thrusts.

“Boss…uh,” Simon swallows thickly. He doesn’t want to be a creep, but at the same time, he can’t look away. “Fuck…”

“She’s mine,” Negan holds your hips in a tight grip. His large hands drag you onto his length with every snap of his hips. 

You moan, whine, and curse his name while your alpha has his way with your cunt. 

“Negan…alpha…baby.” 

“That’s right, kitten. It’s your alpha making you feel so good,” he growls as his eyes drop to your pussy stuffed with his cock. “Later I’ll eat that pussy.”

“Alpha, gonna cum.”

The coil in your lower abdomen tightens. Heat spreads through your body and you make the sweetest noises for your alpha as your cunt starts to clench tightly around his thick length.

“Kitten, Y/N,” his hold on your hips becomes bruising when he empties himself inside of you. “Fuck, you feel so good. Every. Fucking. Time.”

“No one will dare to harass you ever again. If they don’t learn their lesson, I will ban them,” he whispers. You snuggle in his chest and sigh. “How do you feel?”

“Tired. Sore. Satisfied,” he laughs as you mumble against him. “We won’t do this every week now, right?”

“Do what?”

“Have sex in front of everyone.”

“Only for fun, Y/N. Only for fun…”

Tags in reblog.

#negan #j3bingo #afgomegaversebingo #Negan x Reader #negan x plus sized reader #negan x female reader #negan x you #negan x y/n #negan x chubby reader #chubby reader #His favorite - Kinktober 11 #kinktober day 11 #kinktober 2022

[magicalqueennightmare]

Safe With Him

Here's to the Future

Miscommunication

Last to Know

Back Me

Side by Side

Tic Tac Trio (Reader/Daryl & Reader/Negan)

Hurt

Missing 3rd

I'm Here

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #negan x female reader #negan smith

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

KITCHEN ROMANCE (oneshot/drabble)

(negan smith x gn! reader)

⋆★ word count : 258

⋆★ warnings : n/a

⋆★ abt : you and your new husband enjoying each-others company while you cook dinner for both your families <3 (au! you’re not in the apocalypse <3)

⋆★ extra : its really short sorry abt that, but hope you enjoy anyways !!

You and Negan have been together for about five years now, but your newly weds. And you want to celebrate that. So you’ve decided to invite both of your family’s over, but before they get here. You’re just enjoying each-others company and getting to know each-other in deeper ways. you’re enjoying calling him your husband too, that’s definitely a perk. You spend the day preparing a meal together, chopping vegetables, seasoning meat, and sipping glasses of wine.

As the food cooks, you turn on some music and dance around the kitchen, laughing and joking with each other. The tension between you is electric, and you can't help but steal kisses whenever you get the chance.

Moments like this is what makes you love life, just being care free with the man you love in the comfort of your own home. No worries, because it’s just you two and you’re the only ones that matter in this moment.

When the food is ready, both of your in-laws come flooding through the door. As you eat, you talk about your hopes and dreams for the future, sharing stories about yourself and your families and other things too.

After dinner, your families leave. You both curl up on the couch together, watching a movie and holding each other close. As the night wears on, you realize that you never want this moment to end. You want to spend the rest of your life with Negan, cooking in the kitchen, listening to music, and enjoying each other's company. Enjoying this happiness forever

#negan #twd #the walking dead #negan the walking dead #negan x m! reader #negan x f! reader #negan x gn! reader #negan x male reader #negan x female reader #negan x gender neutral reader #mlm #nwlm #male reader #x reader #x male reader #writers on tumblr

[fallingfor-fics]

Anarchy- Negan x Reader

⊹ Part 3 to Souvenir ⊹ (part 2 here)  ⊹

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: Sex, sex, amd more raw, filthy, smut. Oral fem receiving. Little bit of bloodplay (if you can even considerate as that)

Word Count: 7.2k (OOPS)

Summary: Negan finally gives you what you want, and finally comes to his senses. 

It had now been hours that had gone by and I was still waiting tirelessly in Negan's room. The sun had set and it was now approaching one o’clock. I had mixed up my own drink while he was away, just from other stuff on the cart, so I was feeling delightful. I had managed to get a nice buzz, or at least that's what I would say to him knowing im well into tipsy. I was once again sitting in bed and thinking about the insane but enticing man I'd been getting to know. I had been so lost in all of the technicalities of this I hadn't really stopped to think about how I was feeling in the whole thing. I didn't know what made the girls suspect I fancied Negan when that was just, not true in the slightest. He was really good in bed and that was about it. Yes sometimes his words would leave me speechless or the way he would kiss me could leave butterflies in my stomach, but I also had to make a deal with him in order to leave this place. I took the last sip of my drink, filling the cup with water this time and setting it on the nightstand. I walked slowly over to the window and looked out at the quiet community, everyone turned in for the night. I couldn't help an eerie feeling brush over me as I thought about what could be keeping Negan out this long. Especially with the rest of the people silent in their homes, if he was out with people or having a meeting surely there would still be lights on. 

I let out a sigh and tore myself away from the window before deciding to snoop around some more. I looked in a few bedside drawers the most suspicious thing being a few vintage playboys which I honestly found pretty erotic, although crass. I went into the bathroom, shocked I had never really gotten a good look at it before. The shower was huge and as soon as my eyes laid upon it I knew I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I had never showered in a bathroom this nice in my entire life and who knew if I'd ever get the chance again. I peaked my head out of the bathroom to listen for any noise and then went to turn the water on. Negan had it really good, the bathroom filling with steam at the almost boiling hot water as I began to brush out my hair and then take off my dress. I prodded around in my lingerie as I grabbed a towel and hung it next to the shower. I couldn't help but check out the window once again, looking around for any sign of Negan's return. I frowned when I still saw nothing and made my way towards the bathroom again, stopping to switch on his record player, allowing whatever album was on to fill the room softly. I smiled at the peaceful setting and imagined Negan probably doing something similar on nights he decides to spend alone, which isn't often of course. I lightly ran my hands over my hips, admiring my frame in the mirror. Rarely was I able to appreciate my figure but I never failed to feel more like a woman than when I danced around half naked before a shower. 

The alcohol ran through me sweetly, heightening my senses and allowing me to feel no shame in practically prancing to the music. As I enjoyed the Billy Idol vinyl that sang out a smile rose to my face and I let out a laugh. I decided it had been enough time spent messing around and I went to take off my undergarments but stopped when I heard the familiar sound of the heavy bedroom door opening and being slammed shut. I grabbed my chest at the sound and grew afraid he would be upset with what he was coming back to. I heard him muttering something before I slowly arose from the bathroom and he turned his gaze to me. I frowned when I saw his appearance, he was covered in blood and sweat, and was red in the face. “Negan what happened?” I asked softly as I shut off the music and walked back over to him. “People dont fucking understand how to listen thats what happened.” he scoffed, walking past me to take off his jacket and throw it on the couch. “Are you okay?” I asked, not really sure what to say or where the blood came from, though I was guessing most of it wasn't his. 

He rubbed over his face, smearing some of the remaining wet crimson fluid from his cheek. “No, I'm not too happy right now, what are you doing?” he asked, looking over at me and looking me up and down. I gestured to the shower and he nodded. I moved to pour him a glass of whiskey without saying a thing and brought it over to him. He looked down at me standing before him with the glass and smiled. “I didn't even have to ask.” he remarked with a heavy breath as he began to calm down and I smiled, shrugging. He took the glass and just drank it as if it was a shot and my lips parted, “Okay.” I laughed and he set it down on the end table. “Look at you, making yourself comfortable hmm?” he lifted some hair off my shoulder before allowing it to fall back in place, his long fingers barely grazing along my skin. He raised a still hand to brush my cheek and I felt my heart beat slow down. I felt a bit of the blood paint onto my skin and he ignored the fact as he looked into my eyes and then over my chest. “I got tired of waiting.” I muttered and his dimples emerged on his cheeks as he went to slide the straps of my bra off my shoulders. I grabbed his hand softly and looked up at him with an unsure smile, “I think you need to clean up first.” I looked him over and he followed my gaze, “What? Cant handle a little blood princess? Would've never thought that’d stop you.” he laughed and I shook my head in disagreement. “Not when its blood from who knows how many people you just got done torturing.” I felt a little regret traveling through my body when I realized it wasn't really a necessary comment that I'd just spat out. The drinks, overall exhaustion, and the state of the man, had led me to drop my filter a smidge and release the snarky phrase. He tilted his head and leaned away slightly. I looked between his eyes, allowing the guilt to show slightly in mine to convince him I was maybe just tired. 

“Is that how it's gonna be tonight?” he went ahead and asked, the playfulness pulling away from his voice as he stared me down waiting for me to answer. Instead I crossed my arms and looked down and my feet, not sure what to say. “Some people were trying to get in. Just trust me that I did what I had to do.” he added and I just nodded. I understood somewhat, but I also knew there was more to the story he wasn't telling me, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to hear about it. We also hardly spoke as is, usually communicating in our obnoxious remarks unless we were asking each other rare personal questions. Other than that our mouths are usually preoccupied with other activities… I looked up at him and he was trying to give a convincing sympathetic smile. After a brief silence I reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly began to lift it up, revealing his sweaty, slightly blood stained stomach and then chest. I felt a small smile creep onto my face at the slow reveal of the light chest hair that faded and trailed down his body. He welcomed my actions and helped me finish pulling it off, he took off his belt and jeans as well and moved to take off my bra. This time I didnt stop him and let out a small giggle at the feeling of his scruff against my stomach as he kissed it quickly while he removed my underwear. When he came back up I finally grabbed around his neck, ignoring the dried dark red blood that trailed across his face and down his neck as I kissed him. He smiled into my lips before grabbing my head gently as well and kissing me with just as much desire.

 We had both been waiting all day long to have one another and now that we had no interruptions we took our time and had fun. He reached down and picked me up so he could keep his lips interlocked with mine. I wrapped my legs around him and he walked to the still running shower, setting me down in front of it and taking off his boxers. I smiled at the view and he just shook his head, smacking my ass and ushering me to get in. I followed the direction and stepped into the hot stream of water, Negan following behind and shutting the glass door. When we had both finally looked at one another I smiled to ease the awkward tension that rose between us. I looked to my right and saw a washcloth and some soap, grabbing the cloth and getting it wet. Negan quickly shampooed his hair as I prepared the washcloth with the body wash and watched as the red tinted water trickled down his chest and shoulders. “Like what you see?” he teased and I rolled my eyes before reaching up to scrub the blood off of him. I gently ran the washcloth over his chest, around his neck, and then his face. 

When I got to his cheek and began gingerly wiping the blood from his forehead and temple, I tried my best to resist eye contact. I could feel his dark eyes on me and I slowed my movements as I reached the last bit on his chin and processed what I had just done. I nervously snapped my eyes up to his, the look in them only confirming my fears as he stared in silence at the moment. I hadn't realized how thick the air grew while I was lost in my foolish mezmorized trance. It was too intimate of an action for our special situation and we both realized the minute we locked eyes. I pulled my hand away and he just watched me. I cleared my throat before handing him the cloth to move and wash my own hair. We continued the shower like normal, trying to forget about the odd little interaction and get on with our night. While he was busy rinsing himself off I watched the movement of his arms and chest under the water. The growing heat in my core finally got to the point where I couldn't ignore it any longer, I ran a light hand down my stomach and to my clit, rubbing small circles. He finally opened his eyes and I smiled letting out a small moan for his benefit. He watched me for a moment before reaching towards me, I grew excited but instead he shut off the water and then ripped my hand from my center giving me a glare. I couldn't help but want him more, giving him a lust filled glance, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. 

He followed me out and did the same. I could feel the need growing in me and could see his length hardening as he looked over the curve of my behind as I dried my legs. We both poorly dried the rest of ourselves, throwing the towels on the counter and walking up to each other. I went to kiss him but he pulled back and I frowned, leaning in again but he continued teasing me. He walked around me and into the bedroom, grabbing his empty glass from the table and filling it up. While he was occupied for the moment, I brushed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. I suddenly felt self-conscious of my openly nude form despite Negan posing the same a few feet behind me. I ignored the nagging in my head and looked into the mirror. Negan was smirking as he took a sip from his glass, his dark eyes were drawn to my body but he just looked me over before walking to the couch. My mind was racing as I pulled myself together and walked over to him, I could feel the space around us shrink as I grew closer and my heart began to speed up. I didn't know why I was getting so nervous but I also couldn't find it in me to just take a breath and relax. He was sitting in the same spot he had chosen earlier, I guess that was where he usually resided, probably beckoning his wives to do the same as me. 

“Figured we would pick up where we left off.” he muttered in a syrupy-sweet voice that allowed me to feel a little more at ease. I switched the record on once again, starting it over and turning it up so a nice melody flowed through the tense air, and hopefully would block out some noises. I sat down, ignoring the strange feeling of my completely bare ass on his equally bare lap. He laughed, putting the glass to his lips to bite the rim between his teeth and quickly grab my hips, pulling my thigh over his lap, he brought me down to straddle him. I gasped at the new feeling of his hard cock between my legs and he grabbed the glass from his mouth and took a sip before setting it on the table. “You didn't pour me a drink?” I pointed out and he looked up into my eyes before scoffing, “That's because I know you have already had some little girl.” I looked away and he nodded his head and let out a small laugh. I couldn't help the small smile that grew as I just played it cool and attempted to change the subject. I had been here a week and Negan does spend a lot of time with me but it never failed to rattle me when he would just know things. Although it very well could be im just not good at hiding it, or I happened to leave something out that told him of my little cocktails.

 I slightly rolled my hips, grinding my damp core against him which rewarded me with a small grunt from the man. I loosely wrapped my arms over his shoulders and smiled down at him, slowly drifting over him back and forth, taking my time to tease the man. He let out a frustrated groan and threw his head back. “Fuck princess you gotta stop being a goddamn prude.” he complained as he forcefully grabbed my hips and held me still, pulling his hips down for a moment. “Get on your knees.” he ordered, looking me in the eyes and releasing his grip on my waist. “I am anything but a prude.” I went to kneel for him and he got ready but I stopped when I rested a shaky hand on his knee. I stood up straight again and smiled. I wanted nothing more than to have Negan destroy me right now after having waited all day, no stress release, but I also realized the slight power our deal gave me that I don't think either of us had considered. “What?” he asked, annoyed and hesitant. His smile had faded and he was now just eager to get on with the act which only made me enjoy this moment more. 

“Only if you beg for it baby.” I taunted and I saw his eyes shift from annoyed to slightly aggravated. “You’re fucking with me?” he laughed, trying to give me a chance to retreat but I just shook my head. He ran a hand over his face and I went to gently pull his shoulders up so he was sitting forward. He looked at me and then allowed his eyes to trail down my chest as I got closer. Soon I felt his large fingers brush up my ass and over my lower back, pulling me forward so he could kiss my chest but avoided my nipples. I lightly tugged at his hair and I could feel the sarcastic grin against my breasts, suddenly he pulled back and stood up all in one quick motion. I was slightly startled but he just stared at me with dark eyes and an evil grin. He reached up and gripped my jaw in his hand, pulling me to his face and kissing me. The faint taste of whiskey on his tongue was a favorite of mine and I moaned into the kiss as he slid his hand down to my neck and held it gently. “No more fucking games tonight.” was all he said, but he towered over me, ever so gently squeezing my neck, and staring into my eyes with a pathetic glare. 

His voice was serious but soft, however a chill went up my back and I felt the slight rush of fear run through my veins like shards of glass as his thumb brushed against the soft skin of my throat. “Yes Sir.” I nodded with a small grin, rubbing my thighs together to ease the ache that took over deep in my stomach. I could feel he enjoyed the look of me under his hand, squirming, and clueless of what was to come. He pressed a more gentle kiss to my lips, allowing me to enjoy the tenderness for a moment, almost as if it was the last innocent one of the night. Once satisfied he pulled away and switched our positions, grabbing my hips and spinning me to face the couch. I made a guess as to what he was expecting and placed my knees on the cushions, leaning my elbows on the back and popping out my ass to him. “Yeah you know what to do.” he scrutinized and I looked back at him with a glare. He placed a light smack to my ass and I smiled. Rough hands ran over my legs and I felt him press the tip of his large cock against my entrance and I held my breath as I waited for him to continue. “You know something darling,” he began with a scoff and I rolled my eyes, temptation was taking over and I just needed him to stop with the games, I didn't know how Negan was able to resist and keep his lust from driving his actions, instead of just taking me as soon as I got in position like id have assumed he would. “What?” I asked with an attitude I will admit, turning to look back at him with a bored expression. He went to speak and met my inattentive gaze and I noticed his stance shift in response to my tone, letting his smile fade for a moment. Before I could even attempt to give a lighthearted grin he pushed into me completely, bottoming out, I gripped the back of the couch, “Ahhh! Negan!” I screamed, looking at him in an overwhelming state of shock at the pain and growing pleasure I felt. His thick cock stretched my walls as I tried to relax and adjust around it. His cheeks dented as a large smile appeared and he watched my face shift expressions from his work. 

“I was going to say you may actually have a shot at winning our bet, but instead,” he pushed even further, if possible, “I'll say, I have been enjoying your company so much… that I may discard of our deal all together.” he let out with a heavy breath as he got used to my tight cunt around him and I also let out a grunt in response to his comment. “What do you mean?” I asked softly, still trying to get used to the tip of his cock being damn-near pressed against my cervix, it also didn't help he kept teasing with little short thrusts, barely moving and only running his thick length against the ridges of my walls in a vulgar movement that caused my jaw to drop slightly. He laughed and grabbed my waist with tight fingers, I only hoped there would be marks as usual that are always a fun reminder of our lewd interactions. “Yeah I think i'll just keep you to myself.” he said casually as he slowly began to pull in and out of me, moving his hips allowing one hand to run over my body. He grazed it over my ass and up my back, grabbing my ponytail and giving a small tug. “What do you think of that sweetheart?” he insisted, keeping my hair gripped in his fist and his hips moving in a slow comfortable pace. I didn't know how to answer because I was still in a distracted haze. I wanted to go home yes, but he didn't seem to care and I knew it wouldn't take much for him to dispose of me if needed, or even house me as a prisoner should it come to that. But if my assumptions were right, than so were his and he knew I was smart enough to find my way out of things need be. 

He hummed and placed another smack to my ass, beginning to speed up his thrusts. “Yes- fuck okay fine. I'll stay.” I deplored in a more sensual tone than I intended and he grinned. I wasn't done however, pressing my hips back into him so that he was all the way inside me again, I propped myself up from leaning on the couch, “I have a few conditions.” his hands went to grip my hips again and he nodded at me, “You can be a big girl and talk through it.” he encouraged me. I didn't argue and let out a small whine as he pulled out and pushed in again at a spiteful speed. “I wanna be able to visit home.” he continued with a bit more focus, going in speed with his slow breathing, trying his best not to just speed up and destroy me, spreading his cum inside and then going to bed without another word. But it was now an unspoken agreement to make this round a well-deserved one. He stayed silent at my request before letting out a small grunt and then shaking his head. “What? Why not?” I whined, only being able to keep my head up for a few seconds, sending him a glare and then falling forward again. I could feel him deep in my core almost as if in my stomach, but he was going so soft and steady as we bargained. “Because you wont come back.” he snapped. I could almost hear a bit of resentment and fear in his voice, like he was genuinely afraid of his assumptions coming true. I was able to snap out of my erogenous daze when I caught onto the eerie and yet slightly heart-warming tone. Call it fucked up, I almost felt bad for him, but I liked seeing, or hearing, him weak. It reminded me he does indeed have the vulnerable side we all often hold back. It just takes a lot of effort to get him to release even a single remark. 

It was now my turn to stay silent as he continued with strategic and angled thrusts. I let out a small moan but I was still hung up on my answer. It wasn't true, what he thinks I'm going to do. I would come back, foolish as anyone else may see it. And my next thought was only going to lead me to a train of others, but I followed it as it swarmed my head because I caught a glimpse of it upon the interruptions from the man behind me. I knew it was still early and I barely knew anything of the man, but I almost felt as if Negan was the only one who would understand my outlook on this life. Like he was the only person that would just say ‘fuck it’ with me and do something stupid or brave. I was at that point now, I had been surviving life even before the apocalypse. I had handled the already tainted world before it rotted down to what it is now, and so I wasn't still wasting time to achieve the dreams my old self had. 

Not that I had many, I had really only enjoyed a few things before everything happened, those being the typical drugs, parties, the occasional hookup, and well now that I think about it, that was it. Then again I was still fresh out of high school when it all started, hadn't really formed too many dreams yet besides the standard ones, a good career and maybe even a partner and family somewhere down the line. But I had also never really planned ahead, I coasted. Figured i'd happen down the normal path of life or I’d die young, never did I imagine this current reality however. But either way Negan seemed to have a similar outlook, and although I don't know the cause of his jaded personality, I got the impression in the end he just wanted to try and have a somewhat joyful life for the rest of his days-- even if he wasn't really going about it the right way at the moment. That was the other thing, could I get him to change? Or would he be the same and i'll end up bitter for not choosing differently. He had potential I could see, but were we both just too far fucked to even make it work at this point? I let out a small sigh as I struggled to think as well as focus on the pleasure Negan was inflicting. I had almost forgotten about what we were currently doing, getting lost in my head and blanking out completely.

I shook my head, “No,” finally responding to him after however many minutes crept by while I was out of it. “-no I wouldn't do that.” I reassured him. I tried to sound as genuine as possible considering I indeed meant it. He furrowed his brows, the grip he had on my hips lightening up as he processed my soft and sweet words, a rare occasion on my end. I looked back over my shoulder and he was staring at me, he stopped slowly in me when we locked eyes. He was observing my expression and I knew he was trying to figure out if I was being honest with him. I looked down and then forward again with a sigh, “I want to go home, but I also..” I let out shaky breath before I continued, not sure how he would react, “But I also like being here with you.” After a brief silence I felt the need to justify my response some more, “I would come back-- because I would want to, and that's how it should be Negan.” We both went silent and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was too afraid he would be furious at my statement. And I was now on the opposite side of my plan, almost afraid he would see i'm not what he wants, and now that it's gone this far he would kill me. I felt him pull out of me and I felt my breath hitch. I still didnt turn around yet but began to lean up slowly. I was now assuming I had killed the mood completely and he was just going to kick me out or something of the sorts. 

However, I let my breathing continue, shaky and hoarse, as I felt the familiar scratch of his warm and rough hands slide up my waist and pull me back off the couch. He turned me to face him and I looked into his eyes with fearful ones. My soft gaze flicked around his face and began searching for so much as a smirk or raise of his brow to allow myself to breathe. For a moment I thought I caught a glimpse of hope in his own eyes as he met mine. We stood sharing the air between us and tainting it with paranoia and remnants of lust. “Is that really how you feel?” he finally asked, his dimples threatening to appear with a smirk as he waited for my answer. “Yes.” I answered with confidence, but still as endearing as possible. He looked between my eyes that reflected the soft light of the fire and he had a small smile lift the corners of his lips. He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek, “Okay.” He agreed with little hesitation and my eyes lit up like stars at the revelation, my cheeks also flushed a light pink as well and I gave a small grin. “Really?” I clarified, just in case he tried to change his mind again. Although I think we both knew we were too smart to ever truly escape each other. He nodded and I finally felt the weight leave my chest and waves of relief ran through me. “Then what are you waiting for?” I teased and he scoffed, pulling me in for a haste kiss. 

It was even more passionate and sensual now that we had the agreement settled and we could focus on pleasing one another. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he quickly took advantage and reached for my thighs to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around him out of habit and he began kissing down my neck as we walked to the bed. I let out a little laugh when the scruff of his beard tickled and scratched my neck. He continued sucking marks on my neck, taking time to leave several dark ones as he laid me down and then pulled away. He smiled at the slowly developing red bruises and he brushed back the messy hairs that escaped my pony tail, I propped myself up so I was sitting and smiled, “You want to fuck my face again, Sir?” I teased with a bit of sarcasm in the inquiry but with fluttering lashes for the flirty affect. He laughed and reached up to brush and tug my bottom lip with his thumb, “No not tonight sweetie, lay back down and open your legs.” He ordered, the laugh disappearing and his expression shifting with his patience that was draining by the second. 

I obviously did as I was told, practically giving myself whiplash from the speed I draped my back on the soft mattress and looked him dead in the eyes as I slowly spread my legs apart. His eyes darkened and he kneeled on the bed, propping himself up between my legs and gently tracing along my thighs with his fingers. I felt goosebumps follow his trail and he admired the glistening of my damp cunt, all a response to his behavior of course. This was his favorite kind of power to have and he almost always stopped to admire the effect his pride-driven actions had. I sighed as he rubbed down my thighs and up my waist. “Ugh- Negan please! I've been waiting all day.” I whined looking at the clock as it approached three in the morning. He seemed to get a kick out of my misery-- the sadistic bastard, but of course deep down I trusted it would always be worth it. “Put a sock in it baby.” he mocked, smacking the side of my ass and I let out a pleased hum while he leaned down and approached my center. I tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling, too nervous to watch him as he kissed around my core. And suddenly I was being reminded of who exactly was between my legs at the moment and my heart began to thump in my ears. I finally felt him flick his tongue through my folds and brush over my clit. I held back a reaction and he continued taking his time with his craft. I had no doubt Negan was a pro at this, he had shown his level of skill in other ways as well, so I wasn't surprised. 

The bold man wrapped his hands around my thighs and gripped them, his large fingers indenting the skin beneath them and surely leaving bruises overlapping the currently fading ones. I sucked in a breath as he suddenly sped up his actions and ran his tongue around my clit. I finally looked down at him as my hand traveled to his hair and he pulled back to flash a smirk before returning to my eager heat. I arched my back as he sucked on my clit and slid a hand down to tease my entrance with a finger. He took his time in warming me up with slow and thoughtful movements of his tongue, eventually easing two fingers followed by a lewd moan leaving my lips. He curled his fingers up and brushed against my walls, just barely poking at my g-spot as he teased and smirked between my legs. I moaned again, pulling his hair for encouragement and biting my tongue to keep from barrating him with pathetic pleas to finally be fucked. It was my way of learning to enjoy the little things, is what I said to convince myself to hold on a little longer. 

I felt his tongue press harder onto my clit, he used the very tip to perfectly torment my nerve. I squirmed harder than I had been at the new feeling, it was more stimulating and almost felt hot. His saliva mixed with my own lubricant was shining alongside my inner thighs, and I could see the faint warm glow of the fireplace being cast across the room and highlighting the wet spot along my legs and his arms. I also looked at him, and caught the light hitting the faint glisten of sweat on his forehead as well as his almost luminescent skin from the initial wave of lust that summoned our bodies natural coolant. I jerked beneath him when he didn't take a break and instead pulled his fingers back and then pushed them farther in. I gasped and my thighs instinctively closed around him. My hand laced through his dark, faintly-graying hair and tugged harshly. He stopped his tongue and I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized squeezed shut and I quickly, but reluctantly moved my legs apart again before he could remove his fingers and do it himself. “Thank you babydoll, you’re doing so good, I can feel you wanting more.” he praised with a smile and leaned forward, using his other hand to pull me up gently by my throat, catching me halfway in a kiss. He sucked in a breath as I tried to catch mine. The praise allowed a peachy blush to grace my cheeks and I was thanking heavens he was able to read me in this moment, hoping it meant he wouldnt continue this insanely pleasurable agony. 

After a few minutes of him allowing my orgasm to build up, and then denying me I let out a rather pathetic moan. “Negan please will you fuck me now?” I asked and he pulled his fingers out and leaned up. I propped myself up on my elbows and waited for his response as he just smiled and caught his breath. He gestured with his fingers to flip and I caught on before he spoke, moving to my hands and knees. “You know how I want it baby.” he quipped and I felt heat as well as some butterflies spiral in my chest at the comment and I smiled. He really was the whole package if you took away his tyrannous streak-- but like I said we will probably both be dead in five, or ten years… twenty if we’re lucky. He must have noticed my distraction cause he tugged on my hair and grabbed my hips with force, a moan escaping before I could apologize for my boring behavior. I laughed and just leaned back to kiss him before pushing his hand down between us. He gave into the kiss for a moment more and then traced his other hand gingerly up my spine and lightly pushed me away and back down on my hands. His other guided himself into me once again, and as soon as he pushed in fully he began rough thrusts, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of me around him again first before he couldn't convince himself to hold back a second longer. 

I let out a moan as my back arched into him and his rough hands gripped into my hips and ran up to squeeze my breasts. He picked up the speed of his thrusts when he began to play with my nipples. I let out another more lustful moan in hopes he would continue his hard thrusts. “Fuck- Negan you feel so good.” I finally spat out, not being able to hold back the compliment that would surely stroke the man's ego or inspire more sarcastic remarks. He instead grunted, “Im gonna have a hard time lasting much longer, you feel fucking fantastic princess.” I felt my orgasm begin to approach at his comment and he quickly caught on, a hand quickly took place to rub circles around my clit and I let out a cry as I arched my back and he thrusted faster, “Go ahead and cum, it won't be the last sweetheart.” I didn't hesitate to allow the myself to collapse into an orgasm, cumming around Negan's cock and threatening to fall into the bed if not for his arm around my stomach. 

I allowed myself to be lost in the haze, but Negan continued on, slowing down slightly but only pushing in deeper. “Ugh! Fuck!” I yelled as he hit deep in my gut and my eyes rolled back. I pushed my hips back onto him, bouncing myself back slightly desperate for a second releases I could feel building again. He hissed and held me still letting out a curse and mumbling to wait. I moaned impatiently and he gave a smack to my ass to tie me over while he slowly began to thrust again. I felt my orgasm approach faster and I moved my hips again, this time he didn't stop me and I threw my head back, “Im gonna cum again Negan.” He went to slow down again but I couldn't hold back and rode out the second wave, smirking as I looked back at him and he shook his head. “Give me one more.” was all he said and I felt his hand continue to rub harsher circles around my sensitive bud and I whined. “I'm gonna need a sec” I breathed out heavily and he continued with slow, soft thrusts. “I think you can do it now baby.” he grunted as he sped up again, his hand on my clit rubbing at the same pace and his other hand creeping up to wrap in my hair and tug. “I-mm Negan! I can't-” I complained more but he continued and I moaned louder. I could feel another slow orgasm approaching. It would be good but I knew I would probably be practically knocked out after due to rate it took to get here. 

He went deeper again and found my weak spot, shoving into it without resistance and then allowing me to fall forward on my elbows. The new angle caused us both to moan and he sped up again. I could feel him twitch as I squeezed around him and rutted my hips back to chase the third wave. “Come on Y/n I know you can do it.” Negan encouraged with slight sarcasm. I let out a moan into the sheets and gripped them tight as I felt the intense wave rush over me but almost barely satisfy me. I moaned loud, turning away from the mattress so he could hear it more. “Fuck Im gonna cum soon.” he grunted and I took in a few breaths before offering to swallow his seed but he insisted on playing this out and finishing deep in me. I wasn't opposed of course and moaned as he continued to thrust into me with tantalizing force. I couldn't feel my legs and could see bruises forming on my hips. I smiled and he gripped my breast and fucked me harder as he came. “Mgh- Fuck!” his back leaned over me as thrusted in deep and rode out his own orgasm. 

I frowned when he pulled out but could feel him drip out of me, he used two fingers to swipe up his cum and held it to my lips. I obedeiently sucked it off his fingers and he smiled. His eyes sparkled in the firelight and we both leaned in for a kiss. I layed back and he went to lay beside me, our lips meeting again as I leaned on his chest and he took over the kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips and then his teeth biting my bottom lip. It surprised me but I smiled and deepened the kiss. After a few minutes I pulled back with a red face and laid my head to his chest as I yawned. “Its fucking late.” was all I mumbled out and he nodded not even bothering to look at the clock. “Are you sure you wanna stay with me?” he asked, pulling me out of my sleepy haze and I opened my eyes to look at him, I nodded with a small smile, “Of course. I think we both know you cant get me to do anything I don't wanna.” he nodded in agreement and gripped my jaw to kiss me, “That's true. I just wanted to make sure th-” I stopped him by shoving my fingers over his lips, I shushed him and smiled. “Please, can we just go to bed?” my eyes could barely stay open and he smiled under my hand before nodding. “Fine. You really are something else y’know that doll?” I mumbled an agreement before drifting off into sleep, Negan following close behind. I didn't know if we were actually going to last as long as I hoped, but I knew it would at least be a damn good time. 

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[justsomegdude]

Prisoner!Negan x Gn!Reader

Prompt: “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” // “Can I pick?”

Warning: Negan.

A/N: I don’t know if you guys actually like these silly things I come up with, but i’m trying to get used to writing so i’m starting small so i can get comfy with writing actual one shots and stories! (my posting patterns will be all over the place as i haven’t gotten used to writing yet!)

You had visited Negan, You were in charge of handing him his meals. Throughout the time of you doing so, you had gotten closer to him. He still annoyed you to the end though.

You and Negan were mostly comfortable with each other, you’ve told each other a lot about your life before the apocalypse. While you were there when he was against your community, it almost felt like you befriended him, understood him.

“Hi Negan!” You enter the room holding a tray with his meal, a wide smile spread across your face. You now stood in front of the bars of his cell.

“Hey, Doll.” He replied, standing up and walking towards the bars to stand in front of you. He looked down at the food, a slight smile tugging at his lips, he seems happy with the meal you brought him. “Can’t believe you still bother to feed me.”

You looked up at him and shifted your weight to your opposite foot. “It’s not a bother.. I actually enjoy it. sometimes.” You went over to unlock his cell, You’re meant to cuff him, but after so long you trust he won’t do anything dumb. You still don’t trust him as a person though. Handing him his food and locking it back up.

“Sometimes? Only sometimes?” He snickered as he took the food with pride and set the tray down on his cot, ignoring it as he walked back up to the bars. His right hand went to hold the bar in front of him, leaning over you the best he can.

“Yes sometimes, you’re only okay some days.” You look up at him, the smile on your face still present. “Somedays I can tolerate you, other days I wanna rip your vocal cords out, most days I want to murder you.” Your smile widened as you obviously joked.

He let out yet another laugh. “Damn doll, you’re kinky.” He looked down upon you, his tongue moving to lick over his lower lip, looking down at your own lips. His body weight shifted forward, closer to the bars. “What about right now?” He asked.

Your glance looked down to his lips for a split second before it heads back to his eyes. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you, or shove you off a bridge.” You spoke and set your hand on your hip, tilting your head a little.

“Can I pick?” He asked and bit his lip right after, you knew exactly what he wanted to pick. His behavior making it extremely clear. “Because if I were to pick, I’d want a kiss.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’d like that too much though.” You lick your lips and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Flirting was common between the both of you, most conversations included it.

He bit the inside of his cheek when you licked your lips. “I would.. but don’t you want to make ol’Negan happy?” His eyes fixated on your lips still as he spoke.

You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he didn’t specify where, and you just felt like teasing him. You smiled and put your hands in your pockets.

“You little shit.” He huffed a laughed and looked at his feet, he was touch-starved and you knew that. So teasing him was so much more fun. He looked up at you with one eye squinted, a scrunched up face showed to you. He liked it, and he didn’t, just as you’d hope.

“Hope you enjoy your weekly affection.” Teasing more. It was wrong to feel this way about him, especially from what’s he’s done, but it honestly felt nice.

“I’d enjoy more affection..” He looked down at his feet again, almost like he was embarrassed about yearning for love. You brought your hand up and rested it over his hand, that was still on the bars. He smiled as you had done this, moving his hand to hold yours, holding each others hands after no longer resting them on the bars.

You shared a smile and a knowing glance. He made you feel happy, and you made him feel happy too.

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[thebiggerbear]

Negan Smith Masterlist

(short story coming soon)

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(prompt response coming soon)

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[babyhoney01]

I want to be his controversially young girlfriend

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