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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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That Smile

Negan x TransMale!Reader (GN pronouns)

Synopsis: Negan offers some very Negan-esque support when he discovers that the Reader has had to deal with some transphobic issues at the Sanctuary.

CW: transphobia, no slurs used, Negan being very Negan, Negan being suggestive (as per usual), no pronouns used for the Reader though it is specified that they are trans male.

Requests are: OPEN

“Oh, fuck,” Negan says, looking almost like he’s about to panic. Which is decidedly not a common occurrence for him. “Shit, handsome- I didn’t mean it. I was just breaking your balls a little bit.”

You might have made a mistake here. Of all the people you could have screamed at- the leader of the Sanctuary was probably not the smartest choice. Oh, but you just couldn’t help it.

Not everyone stared, and not everyone was rude. There was pockets of kindness here and there- people who understood who you were and respected you for who you were.

As always, though, there were people who did not understand. People who looked at you weird or avoided you in the market. Negan had set out rules for basic respect, but that didn’t stop the occasional hate-speech or threat. It was the end of the world, after all, not Utopia.

“You have no idea what this is like, Negan,” you say with a sneer. He sets his jaw but doesn’t reply, letting you vent. “Every day someone makes a comment just loud enough that I can hear, or someone shoves into my shoulder. Or, hell, just the other day- someone called me something that was… absolutely vile.”

You point an accusatory finger at the man, whose gaze is getting darker with anger by the second.

“And you!” You start to raise your voice, and Negan’s lips twitch as if he’s trying not to grin. “You let it happen. And I am so sick of everyone’s fucking shit!”

Negan rubs a gloved hand over his chin, chuckling darkly as he does so.

“You done, gorgeous?” He asks, or tells, really. There’s no room for argument with the way he unclenches his jaw. “Because I have something to say, and you? You are gonna listen.”

Negan places Lucille carefully leaned against the table before rounding it to stand before you. You swallow thickly, not sure where this is going, but not sure you like it either.

“I need you,” he says slowly while raising a finger to brush your temple softly. “To cast your big ‘ol brain back a few days and really think about what I’m about to ask you.”

You stumble over a few attempts at speech before he shushes you softly.

“The fuckhead that broke the rules? Called you something he really shouldn’t have…” His eyes flit between yours, lips spreading out into a grin that would send molten heat through a celibacy-practicing nun. “...when did you see him last?”

You let out a little ‘uh’ sound, trying to order your brain to stop tumbling around and work out the answer. It had been three days since the slur, and… now that you were really thinking about it. You hadn’t seen him since. Usually he was always lurking around to get another shot in.

The realisation must have shown on your face, because Negan let out a throaty chuckle.

“See? Now you’re gettin’ it,” he says, leaning back against the table and crossing his arms. “Now, I know you wouldn’t want me killing anyone, so, don’t worry. He’s not dead.” You bit back the sarcastic comment that threatened to spill out.

Negan runs his tongue over his bottom lip as if savouring something very sweet. Your eyes track the movement, and you know he knows it.

“But that doesn’t mean he’s having a good time, either.”

“What did you, uh, do to him?” You ask, voice breathy with desire. No one had defended you quite like this before. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d think Negan was flirting with you just to make a point.

But it had been like this for months. Negan putting on all the charm when you were around, and doing his damndest to get you to open up to him. He didn’t care that you were trans, he liked you for you.

You liked him too, of course. How could you not? Big strapping man with big dick energy, a leather jacket and a phallic bat? What wasn’t to love?

“Oh, you know,” he chuckled. “Threw him the hole for a few days. Shit, I think he’s still in there.”

You stifled a smile, knowing that the asshole was now suffering for his crimes. Well, shit- turns out Negan did give a shit about your rights. It was almost like he was an active protestor for Trans Rights. The thought made you laugh.

“I’ll have to make a trip down there to see if he’s learned his lesson yet.”

This time you can’t bite back the smile, and he draws out an appreciative noise.

“Oh, there he is,” he brushes your chin with his thumb. “There’s that handsome smile. Fuck, you really turn me on, you know that?”

Your grin splits wider and blood rises to your cheeks.

“I’m serious!” He defends himself. “My dick is so hard right now- I could cut diamonds.”

You role your eyes at his theatrics, but he knows that you enjoy his crude comments. He knows you want him. His gaze softens for a moment, and the sincerity you see there almost makes you melt.

“No more hiding things from me,” he says. “Something happens- someone breaks the rules? You come find me.” Negan lets out a huff of a sigh, caressing your jaw now.

“Can’t have my handsome man upset, can we? I just live for that smile.”

You don’t even notice the grin spreading across your lips this time.

“Yeah, that’s the one…”

#the walking dead #comfort #the walking dead fanfiction #fanfiction #negan #negan smith #twd negan #negans thirst squad #negan x reader #negan smith x reader #soft #gender neutral reader #trans male reader #negan fanfiction #jdm #jeffrey dean morgan

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nombitenary · 1 year

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oh, Lyre, what have you gotten yourself into?

#it's negan. it's negan who she's gotten herself into.#anyway not super happy w/it but i want to post my girllll #soft vore #g/t vore #naga vore #unwilling prey #she's fine she's just panicky #safe vore

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sweatyrickgrimes · 11 months

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a young negan to go with young rick

#tried to make him look like sharky that one jdm character #the led zep shirt he has ricks gonna steal bc its soft and smells like negan #cowboy rick loves his lil punk bf #negan #twd fanart #art #rick x negan #regan

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ex0rin · 3 months

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Spread them wings (T) - 1k

Negan Smith & Carl Grimes @febuwhump 2024 Day 3: "Bite down on this"

amputation, zombie bite, whump, soft whump

He can feel how quickly Negan’s heart is beating under his palm – “Carl, c’mon,” Negan starts and Carl can hear the desperation in the older man’s voice, the fear, “fucks sake kid, belt, now.”

OR: Carl gets bit and they've been here before

READ ON AO3 HERE

#cara writes #cara gifs #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday3 #this is ver soft #but i love it #it will probably get a continuation #also #it could totally be read as #cegan #there's enough gentle nudges in there for it #carl grimes #negan smith #pls pretend he's holding the axe in that gif thanks

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 years

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Hey can I have one where the reader loses a family member and Negan supports her (like the Lydia and negan situation) if possible?

I will try to fix you

Darkness surrounded you leaving you helplessly hopeless it was like waiting for a nightmare to end. However this nightmare never ended. You were pacing back and forth in your room your arms crossed over your chest as you trembled your hands shaking delicately. You tried to stay calm but the more you tried the more you realised you couldn’t get your breath back. You were going through all stages of grief all at once- denial, anger, sadness, vengeance, frustration… everything tumbled all into one creating an awfully hectic whirlwind of emotions leaving you utterly broken. You wanted to scream into the nothingness curse the gods or whoever in the hell was up there in the heavens for creating this terrible god damn world. Emotion after emotion plummeted into you at full force leaving you torn and broken. The Alexandrians had become nothing. Alexandria didn’t exist anymore. The group was broken the only things left of them was scattered memories. Most of the time you were okay with grief but today… today was just not it. Today was going terribly and all you wanted to do was curl into a ball and let the world swallow you whole erasing your name and being. You didn’t want to be here anymore. Your mental health has spiralled ever since the incident and all you could do was watch as your life shattered around you leaving a broken hurt mess.

As you continued pacing around aimlessly a sudden figure grabbed your attention out of the corner of your eye but you ignored it your hands clenched by your sides as you breathed heavily the monsters clawing at the insides of your brain trying to hurt your most vulnerable places and it sure as hell was working. “Y/n.” His voice was gentle and soft. Negan. You hated him. You promised yourself you’d never forgive him. Never forgive him for killing Abraham and Glenn. You never would. You blamed him for everyone’s deaths. Including ricks. Rick, your older brother went out one day to be the hero he was but he never came back. His body was never found. He never came home and so you believed he was gone… dead… but you prayed and hoped he was in no pain. You just hoped he was okay. Memories shuddered around your brain like a rattling earthquake the memories tearing you into a million shreds your heart torn into a thousand pieces. No one would ever be able to fix that. No one. Not even a great sum of money or even the end of the apocalypse could make you happy. Rick was dead, your brother- your other half. Gone. Stripped away from you like he was nothing and that tormented you every single second of your life and you simply couldn’t do shit about it.

Memories of rick and you being the best sibling duo ever rocketed around your head never once leaving you alone. Some memories made you laugh- others made you cry… and some simply made you wish you had died instead of him. You always had a mental battle with yourself and Rick would always demand you not beat yourself up about silly things that didn’t matter and to simply focus on the present but without him you couldn’t even begin to think how to make yourself feel better. Tape recordings of you and Rick was something you would always try and watch. You’d hook the old recording camera up to a working connection and would watch the videos over and over again. Those simple things healed the pain but really you’d never be close to healing. “Y/n. Please stop.” Negan’s words interrupted your thoughts and you froze in place staring at the ground. He was going to get on your nerves wasn’t he? Usual Negan. “I know I’ve upset you. I know-“ you immediately cut him off “you no nothing about me! You don’t know shit” you spat out angrily tears about ready to spill from your eyes but you wouldn’t let any out. Not yet at least. “You hate me… and that’s okay….” His eyes darted down to the floor as he sighed “and I don’t blame you y/n. But you need to move on. You need to let yourself grieve. You need to cry. It’s okay to cry.” He spoke his voice tender and kind. Kindness nowadays was odd but special and kindness coming from him was weird but it was nice in some way. You wanted to cave tell him how you were feeling allow him to comfort you but he was still the same man he was before. Or well at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. You didn’t want to give in to any comfort of any kind as you were scared of it. Rick would always comfort you and be the only one allowed to comfort you and now he was gone you didn’t accept any kind of kindness.

“Hit me,”

His voice was thick with regret and worry for you his eyes clouded with guilt and sadness. “What?” Your voice was cold and sharp. Negan let out a sigh-

“Hit me.”

He spoke once again but instead of a request it sounded more like a demand his features still soft as he kept his eyes on you. “No. I… I’m not going to.” You said turning around attempting to ignore him. “Ricks dead. He’s not coming back I wish I could change that for you y/n I really do.” He spoke seeking to be pushing you to the edge to get you to crack. Getting you to crack so you would let go and allow comfort to seep through your shattered frame. You stormed up to him glaring into his eyes “you know fuck all about my brother! h-he’s not dead! He’s somewhere out there he is!” You seethed out trying to see hope but really there was no hope. “I know… I know…” he whispered and you felt your breath hitch as you punched his chest weakly the first punch being gentle full of sadness “you know nothing!” You sobbed out the world around you starting to crack into nothingness as you began beating your fists into his chest trying to hurt him trying to make him feel what you felt but ultimately you felt like you were just making a mockery of yourself. Negan’s eyes were laced with sadness and a sort of understanding look. No trace of evilness or cruelty within his eyes as he simply gazed at you allowing you to get your anger out. Allowing you to simply get everything you needed to get out- out. “m-my brothers dead and it’s all your fault!” You yelled your voice raw with emotion tears now hurdling down your cheeks trails of wet salty tears upon your cheeks the dim light in the room making the tears sparkle like a thousand stars in the sky. “I hate you! I hate you! You hear me! I wish I could kill you! I want you dead!” You screamed out your energy being wasted as you fell into his chest weakly his arms wrapping around you tightly forcing you to stop hitting him or injuring yourself by how rough you were being.

“Shh, shush… I know. Let me help please y/n”

Anger filled within you even more and you struggled in his grip broken sobs leaving your lips as you tried to hurt him your words being incapable of expressing themselves and so you simply resulted in trying to hurt him. He held onto you tightly his chin resting atop of your head as he closed his eyes rubbing his hands up and down your back “I’m sorry y/n. I truly am. If I could change this and bring rick back then I would.” He said honestly but you were too tired to even say anything. Too emotionally exhausted to even attempt at saying anything vulgar or anything at all really and so you just allowed your legs to buckle underneath you gentle quiet sobs leaving your lips your eyes straining to stay open as you let out a scream agony within the scream as you gripped onto him allowing him to hold your body weight allowing him to take the weight of the world upon your shoulders away. You allowed him to do something you never let anyone else do.

You allowed him to fix you.

He kept you in his arms gently stroking your head ha fingers gently tangling in your hair as he closed his eyes his lips barely brushing against the top of your head trying to bring you any sense of security and comfort. He held you up replacing all the bones and life in your body with himself as he simply held you. He cared. He cared for you and wanted you to be something you doubted you’d ever be. He wanted you to be okay. “I’ve got you… I’ve got you.” He whispered quietly your sobs still echoing around many people growing worried as they heard the cries and thinking you were in trouble they came and checked and when they saw what was going on they simply and respectfully left however Daryl didn’t leave. He watched from a distance watching as you found solace in Negan. His own eyes were filled with worry and concern but you had to look real deep to see his true feelings. He felt regret and anger towards himself knowing he had failed rick by not being able to look after you the way rick would’ve wanted him to. A soft sigh left Daryl’s lips and he left the scene alerting everyone that you were okay. You’d be okay. You had someone you had found solace in and that was enough.

Your cries soon settled down into little sniffles but Negan didn’t dare let go. “I miss him…” your voice was broken and quiet and he nodded not saying anything as he simply held you. “I’ve got you y/n. You’re safe with me.” His arms encircled more tightly around you as he pulled you closer cradling your head close to his chest.

“Let me fix you”

His voice was soft and gentle and you sniffled slowly and weakly finding your strength again and you lifted your head looking into his eyes exhaustion in your eyes and you simply nodded your head not trying to pull away from him “I will try to fix you” he whispered to you before pulling you into his arms once again holding onto you protectively and Negan meant that. He’d try and fix you. He most definitely would. He carefully lifted you up into his arms noticing how you were practically half asleep and he walked you through the small community and towards your small cottage gently pushing the door open with his foot as he put you in bed covering you up with the blankets tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable his hand slowly and gently stroking over your forehead brushing away the hair from your face as he looked into your eyes smiling softly “get some rest and tomorrow we can go out… pick some flowers… maybe look for rick. He’s somewhere out there.” He spoke softly watching as you tiredly nodded and he smiled “sleep well y/n.” He slowly stood up as he slowly turned around attempting to walk out of the room however you reaching out and grabbing onto his hand stopped him and he looked back at you “stay… please. Don’t wanna be alone.” A soft look formed on his features and he nodded kicking his shoes off as he laid down beside you wrapping a comforting arm around you as you snuggled into his chest. He rubbed comforting patterns into your arm as he tried to help you get to sleep.

The silence was quiet and peaceful as your soft breaths along with Negan’s and the sound of wildlife outside was heard. It was nice. “Negan” you whispered his eyes flicking down to you “hm,” he hummed quietly and you looked up to him through your tired eyes. “Do you think he is actually alive out there?” You asked having some sort of hope in your eyes but you knew it would be a miracle if he was even alive. Negan let out a gentle sigh looking up at the ceiling before he smiled softly and simply nodded his head not uttering a word. “How do you know?” You questioned quietly and he looked into your eyes

“I don’t know y/n. But do you think anyone truly knows anything? No one knows truly. For example the weather isn’t always right… it can rain but then sunshine for the rest of the day… no one can predict it now can they?” You shook your head slightly and he smiled “so he’s out there somewhere. No one knows for sure. But do one thing for me yeah…” he paused knowing he had your full attention “one simple thing…” he locked eyes with yours as he smiled gently “believe” you studied him for a few moments before slowly nodding your head. “Just have some faith… remember that he could well be alive out there. And if you ever miss him until we find him. Look up at the moon for me because remember someone else including rick will be looking at the moon at the same time you are” his words were comforting and gave you some peace of mind. You were truly grateful for him.

“Try and get some rest. I’ll be here to keep watch. Sleep well,”

he spoke tenderly holding you closer to him and slowly but surely you fell into a deep sleep hoping that Rick was alive out there somewhere. Someday you’d find your brother again and that day was going to be the best day ever. One day you’d be in your brothers arms again and until that day happened… at least you had people who’d watch your back through everything and at least you had him.

The man you hated but had grown more fond of. The man who comforted you more than anything. The man you were forever grateful for.

Negan.

#rick grimes #twd #Negan #soft!negan #caring!negan #loving!negan #daryldixon #rick grimes x sister reader #death #mourning #grief #grief acceptance #comfort #love #twd imagines #sweet!negan

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jdms-flat-ass · 4 months

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN | peepaw’s show and tell 😚👀

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destruqtivist · 2 years

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my hands have stained with bloods and violence , yet you choose to hold them like a precious thing . (from Carol to Negan)

memes / always accepting !

He is turning her hands gently over in his hands.

Her palms are roughed in the most unexpected ways. Soft and small so starkly contrasted with the callouses from years of gun yielding. His smile is crooked and wicked, eyes impossibly bright as she speaks to him. Negan would be the last fucking person to judge anyone for the things they had to do to ensure survival. He was pragmatic to a fault. They all had to do things to keep going and there was no shame in that--so long as the things they did were for the right reasons. There was no moral righteousness anymore. No room for not living by nuances this world had forced them to accept.

"They are precious, Carol." So he brings her hands up to his face places a gentle kiss to her knuckles because they are precious. The role Carol had put herself in was always an interesting thing for Negan. Such different from how the woman could be. Making herself smaller, more friendly, more warm to appear unthreatening so no one would suspect a snake in their midst. That did not make her bad--no, in fact, if anything it merely made her a bad ass but Negan had known that for a while now.

"There are few and far in between who have not been dragged into some type of shit that requires them to get their hands a lil dirty. There is no shame in that. Everything you've done is to protect your people. To right some wrongs. These hands have seen some shit you're right but I love them all the more for that."

#wexarethewalkingxdead #( ⚜ ) negan // * dialogue.#// * asked & answered !#( thanks for this bb )#( soft negan hours )

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mercyprevaild · 2 years

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“ anything you want me to get you? “ - @savedpeople

"I'm alright." His voice sounds like gravel, and with every word it feels like he's swallowing some too. He's yet to look in a mirror, but with the way Negan's looking at him skeptically and keeps touching the back of his hand to his forehead, he imagines he looks as bad as he feels. Yet, he still insists.

"I'm fine, Negan. It's just a cold."

Negan goes on about how colds and fevers are not even close the same thing. They've been "swapping spit and other, sexier, bodily fluids" enough that if it were something contagious, Negan would know. Then he rattles off every ridiculous remedy he can think of for a high grade fever off, all the while helping Rick change from his sweat soaked clothes and into a clean pair of pajamas. It's endearing at best, but Rick's head is heavy and stuffed like volleyball, everything sounds like he's underwater and there's a constant pulsing pain behind his eyes. He stops listening, lays back and nurses his head behind a hand that lays over his eyes.

He's out like a light, at least for a few minutes. Entirely unaware of Negan until there's a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. He jerks slightly as his eyes open, darting to focus on the man hovering above him. Negan's looking at him funny again, checking his forehead, squinting at him.

"Rick?"

"What?"

Negan frowns at him, sits on the edge of the bed and puts his hand on Rick's chest, even though the sweat is pooling between his pectorals.

"I asked you..." Rick mirrors his frown, doesn't remember Negan asking anything, "Anything you want me to get you?"

Breathing in a slow, deep breath, he blinks at Negan thoughtfully.

"No," he answers, patting the hand that rests on his chest then folding his fingers around Negan's, "No, I got everythin' I need right here." Despite how god awful he feels, the smile that stretches his lips is small yet genuine, "I jus' want to sleep. You stayin'?"

#s o f t #soft thing for our old men #✪. answered #❥. negan ( savedpeople )

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ashenworth · 7 months

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*watching video of character I used to selfship with thats a serial murderer and just overall abhorrent and shitty* hehe he's so silly <3

#ashen.txt #like. hes one of the worst fictional villains i know genuinely #so i am not shipping with him anymore. but. still got a soft spot for him oh my god hes so similar to negan actually jesus christ

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lanadelnegan · 6 months

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Cherry 🍒

S7 Negan x Virgin Female Reader

Summary: You sneak into Negan’s bed in the middle of the night and seduce him into ‘popping your cherry.’

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is 18, Negan is mid 40's), unprotected sex, Negan taking your virginity & being sweet with you, mentions of family death, bleeding during sex, oral (both receiving), sitting on Negan’s face, breeding

Note: this is pure filth. If you’re uncomfortable with extreme age-gaps, please don’t read.

You shivered as your bare feet quietly shuffled down the cold hallway, stopping right outside the leader's bedroom door. The sounds of Negan's light snoring filtered through the cracks as you softly pushed the door open, pleased to find it unlocked. You tiptoed your way over to the empty side of his bed before sliding underneath his soft white sheets and inhaling the unique scent of him - leather and fresh linen.

You've always felt comfortable with him. Negan welcomed you to the sanctuary with open arms about a year ago when you were seventeen, after your father passed away. His men found you walking along the road one day and brought you back to Negan, who immediately took you under his wing and made you feel safe for the first time since your father died.

You're not like his wives. More like the daughter he never had and he's made that boundary crystal clear on more than one occasion. You've made several subtle advances towards Negan in the past.. All of which he has politely rejected by changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you.

Still, this doesn't stop you from quietly moaning his name when you touch yourself at night.

"Negan.." You whispered cautiously as you snuggled into the sheets. This wasn't the first time you crawled into his bed at night, feeding him lies about nightmares you never even had. However, this time.. you were determined to get what you wanted.

During your recent previous attempts, you'd remain on your side of the bed and Negan wouldn't even know you were there usually until the next morning - lecturing you when you woke up about how sneaking into his bed is inappropriate. You hated when he used that word. Like a strict school teacher.

A few moments of silence passed until you boldly shuffled closer to him, wrapping your hand around his arm and snuggling your face into his bicep. You breathed in the intoxicating aroma of his soft skin as your legs delicately pressed into his underneath the blanket.

"The hell are you doin' y/n?" He asked, his sleepy voice deeper and raspier than usual and it made your heart flutter.

"Can't sleep."

"I think we both know you're lyin', doll. You know you can't stay in here. We've had this discussion. It's ina-"

"Yeah yeah I know. Inappropriate, geez." You interrupted him, rolling your eyes in the dark.

"Exactly, so why are you in my bed?"

"My.. dreams. They keep waking me up."

"Nightmares again?" He asked, using a softer tone this time.

"No.. no nightmares this time. Just.. dreams."

Negan shifted uncomfortably next to you, scooting up a little in the bed and wrapping his arm around you in the process. "What kinda dreams, doll?"

You snuggled into the nook of his armpit, getting practically drunk off his manly smell as your hand carelessly glided over his shirtless, hairy torso until settling on his lower abdomen.

Without missing a beat, Negan placed his hand over yours, moving it higher on his torso. "Y/n.." He said like a warning, sternness dripping from his tone.

You ignored him, refocusing your attention back to his previous question. "I dunno.. they're just.. like.. sexual dreams, and then I wake up and I'm all frustrated because I don't know what I'm doing-"

"Stop." He sighed with frustration, running a hand down his face. "Fucking christ, y/n. You cannot say shit like that in front of me."

"Why not? It's not like you're my daddy or anything." You teased him, sliding your hand to his lower stomach once again. You almost whimpered when your fingertips brushed over the soft curls peaking out of the waistband of his boxers and your stomach fluttered when he didn't stop you this time.

He let out a long sigh, glancing down to your hand that teased the sensitive skin under his waistband. "Baby...fuck. We can't." He said almost painfully.

"Okay.. I get it." You said defeatedly, removing your hand and shifting to turn over before he stopped you, pulling you back in.

He sighed, like he was about to regret asking you this. "What happens.. in your dreams?"

With the moonlight beaming through the window, you managed to catch a glimpse of the lust that flickered in his gaze before his hazel eyes dropped to your lips.

"You treat me different.. like.. one of your wives."

"Yeah? And how's that, baby?" He asked curiously as his lips hovered next to yours.

"You.. kiss them." You stated hesitantly, hoping it was dark enough in the room that he couldn't see your cheeks burning red.

"Oh? Are you jealous, doll?"

"...a little." You admitted, making him chuckle.

He tilted your chin up, lightly gripping your jawline as his eyes dropped to your lips. He stared at them as if he was contemplating if he should give you what you want.

"One kiss, y/n." He said, closing the gap between you and pressing his soft lips to yours. You whimpered into his mouth, earning a slight smirk from him as he pushed his talented tongue past your lips. You couldn't believe you were finally tasting him and you savored every second of it.

He kissed you until your lips were sore, tangling his fingers through your hair and groaning every now and then, making your panties soaked.

You slid your leg over his until his muscular thigh was pressed right up against your aching center and you couldn't help but grind against it, desperate for some friction.

"Y/n." He warned, knowing what you were doing beneath the covers.

"Please, Negan."

His solid erection pressed into your stomach each time you moved your body against his and you imagined the way it would feel inside of you.

“Please what?” He said in between kisses, allowing you to use his thigh to get yourself off.

“Please let me come."

"I'm not touching you, y/n. But I can't stop you from coming."

And that was all the permission you needed to grind against him harder and bring yourself to an orgasm just from humping his thigh.

You buried your face against his neck and rode out your high, whining and whimpering as you soaked through your panties. "Oh my god, oh my god, Negannnn."

"Satisfied now, doll?" He chuckled.

"No.. I need this." You said, pressing your palm against the hard bulge in his boxers. "Please."

"You don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart."

"I do, Negan. I know exactly what I want.. And I've wanted you for so long." You kissed his neck as you rubbed his cock through the material. "I see the way you look at me. I know you want me too."

He sighed, accepting that you were right. "Maybe. But we can't always get what we want, doll."

You grinned, taking that as a challenge as you slid lower beneath the blanket, kissing his chest. "Why not?"

"Baby.."

"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop." You said, wanting to earn his consent before climbing over his legs and settling in between them. He sighed again, turning all the way over on his back to allow you better access.

You licked a line from the bottom of the trail of hair that led up to his belly button, earning a moan from him as he slightly lifted his hips in response. "Baby, you don't have to-"

"You said you wouldn't touch me, but you didn't say I couldn't touch you." You explained, pulling his boxers down slowly. You watched closely as his cock sprung free, and your mouth practically watered at the sight of it. You wondered how you'd fit it in your mouth, much less your pussy.

"It's so.. big.." You said, wrapping your hand around it. Your mouth fell slightly open at the velvety feeling of it as you stroked it up and down in your palm.

Negan was propped up on his elbows as he watched you through heavy, lust-filled eyelids. For once, he was speechless, waiting for your next move.

You lowered your head, taking the tip of him into your mouth and wrapping your lips around it softly. You sucked on just the tip as you looked up at him through your brows and watched his head fall back while the prominent vein in his neck bulged against his skin. Lowering yourself deeper, he let out a long groan when he felt himself in the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuuck, baby. Feels so fuckin' good."

You bobbed your head up and down on him until your jaw ached, wanting to make him proud. Finally, he pulled your head off of his length, and you watched as the precum leaked from his red, swollen tip. His breaths were heavy as he looked down at you. "Fuck, that's enough. You're gonna make me come, sweetheart.

"I want to taste you, Negan.. please?" You begged, looking up at him innocently.

"Yeah? You want me to come in your mouth?"

You nodded as wrapped your lips around his thick length again, tasting the bead of salty precum. You moaned at the new taste, sucking firmly over and over until you felt more of his warm liquid spurt out, coating the back of your throat. You moaned around him again, not taking your mouth off of his cock until you swallowed every drop.

Sweat ran down the side of his face and his chest rose and fell heavily as he watched you. "Goddamn. What happened to my sweet, innocent girl, huh? When did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"Just now. That was my first time." You shrugged, shuffling up his body until your legs straddled his waist and you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor and exposing your perky, bare breasts to him.

You pinched your own nipples teasingly as you bit you lip and stared down at him.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful.” He said, watching you play with your nipples.

"You don't wanna touch?" You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip.

"Of course I wanna fuckin' touch you, y/n. You have no idea. I wanna touch every inch of you." He sighed, leaning up on his elbows again until his face was inches away from your chest. "But, I can't."

"Then don't use your hands.. lick me instead." You insisted.

He looked up at you through his brows before his gaze returned to your breasts. You leaned forward, brushing your nipple against his beard until it hardened even more. When it brushed his lips, he instantly took it into his mouth and groaned, sucking it gently. After a few moments, he switched to the other one, flicking his tongue against it. Your head fell back while your fingers intertwined in his slick, black hair.

"Negannn." You breathed out, and he finally pulled away.

"Take those panties off and sit on my fucking face. Now." He demanded, laying flat on his back.

You eagerly obeyed him, quickly removing your panties and climbing over his face before lowering yourself down slowly. You hovered over him lightly, not wanting to press all the way down until his hands roughly pulled you closer.

"I said, sit." He said before burying his face in your cunt. The tip of his nose pressed against your clit as his tongue devoured your dripping hole and he moaned with approval.

You lifted slightly, being too sensitive too his touch, but he leaned forward, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. You cried out as your orgasm instantly rushed through you and you soaked his face. You came hard and fast, but he didn't mind as he moaned loudly, lapping up your juices. You tried to climb off of him, but he held you in place, still licking you like his life depended on it.

"Negan.." You blushed.

"Hm?"

"That's enough." You giggled.

"I'll never get enough of this sweet pussy, doll. You wanted me, now you've fuckin' got me."

His words made the butterflies somersault in your chest. You hoped he meant it. You hoped he loved you the way you loved him.

"Lay down for me." He said, finally letting you climb off of him.

You did as he said, getting comfortable on your back as he crawled over you and settled between your legs. Looking down, you noticed he was rock hard again and he rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly in between your wet folds.

"Negan.. I need to tell you something."

"Hm? What is it, doll?" He asked, leaning over you and holding himself up with his palms on either side of your head on the mattress.

"I-I've never done this before."

He smirked, looking into your eyes. "I know."

"What do you mean you know?"

"I hear everything in this place, y/n. I've heard you talking about me to your friends." He pressed his lips to yours before looking at you again. "I've heard you moaning my name at night in your bed while you touch that pretty pussy. I know everything about you, doll. I pay attention, even when you think I'm not."

You blushed at his words as you stared up at him speechless, making his smile widen. "So adorable when you're embarrassed."

He kissed you again, so hard that it took your breath away and in that moment, you knew you were head over heels in love with this man. You just wondered if he felt the same.

“What else happens in your dreams, baby? Do you let me fuck this little pussy?” He whispered in your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine.

“Y-yes.” You managed to choke out, making him chuckle.

He leaned back up, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as the other fell open for him.

“You ready for me to break you in, sweetheart? Pop that sweet little cherry?”

"Fuck, yes. Please." You whined, scooting closer to him until the tip of his cock brushed against your sex.

Negan chuckled lowly, pressing the head of his cock right against your hole. He watched you intensely as he pushed just the tip in, stopping before he went any further.

“You good, baby?” He asked, making sure you were good to continue. Once you nodded, he slid slightly deeper, feeling resistance before pushing through with a force.

You cried out at the sudden ripping sensation, making him stop again.

“No.. keep going.” You urged him, already aching from how he was stretching you, but you needed him to fill you completely. So he did, pushing himself all the way in with one swift thrust.

Your mouth fell open silently as he pressed against your cervix and let out a growl.

He fell over you again, kissing your lips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. “You did it, baby.” He praised you softly. “I am so fuckin proud of you.”

He moved slowly, making you deliberately feel every inch of him. He repeated this motion until your face was on fire and your lower abdomen tingled.

"Fuck, y/n. You are so fucking tight." He said through gritted teeth, looking down between the two of you as he leaned back up on his knees.

"Oh fuuck, look. at. that, doll."

You leaned up on your elbows, looking down and widening your eyes when Negan pulled out of you, revealing his blood covered cock.

His thumb reached down to swipe a trail of your blood off his dick before bringing it to this mouth. You watched him enamored as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the taste of you and he moaned with satisfaction. You blushed hard at the sight of Negan tasting your blood.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Negan.” You answered without question, following it with a moan as he pushed back into you without warning.

“That’s right, doll. This pussy? Is mine now. Understood?”

“Y-yes sir.” You cried, as he pumped into you faster.

"Ow. Ow, fuck. It hurts."

“I know baby. I know. You want me to stop?”

“No.” You said quickly. “Please don’t stop. I want it harder.”

He smiled down at you proudly as his hips bucked into you harder and your eyes clenched shut as your fingers gripped the sheets.

Looking down between the two of you again, he groaned at the sight of your blood completely coating his cock and leaking out of you with each thrust.

You whined and whimpered, desperately wanting to come again. He grinned knowingly, pressing his thumb to your clit and making your body shutter. "You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?"

You nodded as tears flooded your eyes and his finger started working over your clit more intensely.

"Yes, yes. Please make me come."

He fucked you fast and rubbed your clit in perfect circles, watching you come undone around him. Once your walls were done convulsing around him, he fell over you again, kissing your neck and groaning in your ear. "That's it. That's my good girl."

Wet noises filled the air as he fucked you unforgivably hard. "You gonna let me cum in this pussy, baby?" He asked, biting your earlobe.

You couldn't speak, so you nodded as your vision went cloudy and his thrusts became more erratic until he stopped suddenly, pushing himself balls deep inside of you as his dick pumped you full of cum and he growled in your ear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, baby." His thrusts started again, soft and light this time as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you. He kissed your jawline, then your lips, before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. And goddamn I love this pussy."

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