the-only-mickeypoo

[the-only-mickeypoo]

Steaming Hot

summary: After coming back from a long exhausting day hauling supplies into and out of the Saviors’ trucks, Jane is in desperate need of a shower. After briefly greeting her husband, Negan, who albeit reluctantly lets her leave. She goes to the community showers, and as she’s in the shower, a visitor decides to sneak up on her.

characters: Negan Smith, Jane L. Carter [OC]

cw: smutty (again). negan is a freaky asshole. also, this is an oc x canon fanfiction! if you don't like oc x canon please scroll we don't condone hate on this page <3

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60747703

tags: negan smith/original female character(s), negan smith/original character(s), bats 'n knives (negan smith/jane l. carter), negan smith, original character(s) of color, the hilltop (twd), the sanctuary (twd), the saviors (twd), shower sex, risky sex, public sex, semi-public sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, negan smith being negan smith, negan smith being an asshole, negan smith knows how to eat pussy, aftercare, porn w/ plot, top negan smith

The convoy of Savior vehicles’ engines rumbled and roared as they neared their headquarters, The Sanctuary. The group, led by Negan’s right hand man, Simon, had just visited the Hilltop Colony for their weekly collection of the supplies they’d been promised. A large truck led the rest, and beside it rode up a woman on a motorcycle. This woman was Jane Carter, a lieutenant and Negan’s wife, who decided to tag along on the trip to Hilltop. Her long curls streamed behind her, capturing the sunlight that occasionally made her wince. Her plump and pouty lips wrapped around a cigarette from a pack she’d taken during the Saviors’ little visit to Hilltop. She pulled it out from in between her lips, holding it between her pointer and middle finger as she blew the smoke out, watching it disappear from her peripheral vision. 

The curly-haired woman looked behind her briefly before turning to look forward again. She was exhausted from going back and forth with supplies. She had to focus on the road.

The group was now approaching the compound, the Sanctuary. She stared at the grand structure. She’d always been in awe of it, ever since she joined the Saviors. She couldn’t comprehend how one man created not just this, but outposts too. It was incredible.

The convoy soon pulled up to the gates, which opened for them. The sounds of the dead chained to the fences were drowned out by the grumble of the engines. The vehicles came to a stop. Saviors started exiting, Simon barking orders in the front. “Make sure every last ounce of this shit makes it inside, and no sneaking off! We can’t afford our own people stealing valuable supplies for themselves.” The muscular man crossed his arms, a scowl on his lips.

Jane's weariness hit her as she parked her motorcycle and turned off the ignition. The adrenaline from riding it had worn off. Simon's order reminding her and everyone else of the next task didn't help. She knew she'd have to lug a bunch of stuff she'd already put into the trucks out while sweating bullets because of the heat. All she could think about right now was a calming shower.

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By the end of it, Jane didn’t know how much time had passed. She was too focused on the heat and how she was sweating. It didn’t help that the Saviors around her were messing around a lot, and Jane had to yell at them like they were disobedient children. She felt absolutely grotty. Being dismissed was a relief, and Jane was one of the first to leave the area. She could head straight to her room to grab some new clothes and get to the showers. She grumbled a few irritated phrases in Spanish, cursing the rowdy Saviors without their knowing, pinching the bridge of her nose as she did so.

A couple of minutes later, Jane entered her and Negan’s living quarters. From what she could see, it was empty. She walked over to her dresser and began to rummage through her drawers for an outfit to change into. She was so focused on the task at hand that she didn’t notice her husband entering the room.

Negan had just gotten done with checking in with Simon and the supplies they’d brought in. He didn’t stay too long, snatching a few small items for himself before heading back to his room to see if Jane was there, and to his delight, she was. He hadn’t seen her all day and was honestly craving her. That signature smirk adorned his face as he put his baseball bat, Lucille, down. As Jane grabbed a tank top and closed the top drawer before bending down to the third to find a pair of pants, Negan got up behind her and grabbed her hips. “Boo.” He spoke, a chuckle following.

Jane flinched upon feeling the sudden hands on her hips. She stood up and almost slapped Negan before noticing it was him. Her brows furrowed. “Dios mío, Negan! You scared the shit out of me!” She exclaimed, lowering her hand.

Negan raised his hands defensively, his smirk warping into a grin as his arms wrapped around her waist instead. “Sorry, doll. Felt like havin’ a little fun with my favorite lady…” He leaned into her ear. “Speaking of having fun…” Before he could finish, Jane put her hand up to stop him as she grabbed a pair of jeans. “Not in the mood.” She responded, her tone blunt. It threw Negan off guard - usually Jane was always into the idea. His wife continued, “I’m sweating like a pig right now. Let me at least get clean.” 

“C’mon… what's the point of getting clean if you’re just gonna end up getting all dirty and messy later?” Negan tilted his head, cocking one of his dark eyebrows. 

“Touché,” Jane responded after a moment of consideration before she became firm again. She looked over her shoulder, now having gathered all the articles of clothing she’d needed. “But that isn’t changing my mind.”

Negan pressed against her, his arousal growing more and more profound by the second. “C’mon, Janey… just a quickie?” He was borderline begging now, his breath slightly heavier in Jane’s ear. His hands went to lift Jane’s shirt. The woman slapped his hands away. “Don’t be a pervert, pendejo.” She cursed, glaring at him before adjusting her hold on her clothes. “You are going to wait for me. Otherwise, you’re getting nothing.” She turned around to face her husband, who sighed and nodded reluctantly. His grin never left, but became a smaller smirk. He never openly admitted it, but he loved how firm and assertive Jane was. He liked a woman who could humble him if he needed it.

“Alright. Okay.” The bearded man spoke with a chuckle. “I'll let you off the hook. But you better keep that fucking promise, baby.”

“I'm a woman of my word.” Jane responded with reassurance. “Be patient, and you'll be rewarded.” She paused before putting a hand on his chest and pressing her lips against his cheek. “I love you, mi chico sucio.”

Negan's smirk grew again. When she pulled away, he grabbed his wife's waist and pulled her close. He pressed his lips against hers as her hand gently gripped his leather jacket. The kiss lasted a few seconds before he pulled away. “I love you too, doll. Now don't keep me waiting too long, yeah?”

“No promises.” Jane teased with a wink before walking off. Negan's hand lingered on her hip until he couldn't reach her. All his senses were telling him to keep her here, but she had already left. He shrugged, supposing that he could wait. He sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing his leg. He wasn’t a man of patience, but he had some hope. He'd waited hours already. He could wait a little longer. 

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Jane practically power-walked to the locker rooms. On her walk, she swore she could hear small noises, like footsteps or something… but she shrugged it off. It was most likely because she was tired. When she entered the locker room, it was surprisingly empty. It didn’t bother her, though. She needed some peace and quiet anyway.

Each Savior had a locker they had “called dibs” on, as the others called it. Jane went to hers, which was right near the doorway that led to the showers. She placed her belongings down on the bench behind her. Jane didn’t hesitate to swiftly undress, as she hated how dirty her clothes felt. She lifted her t-shirt over her head and threw it into the laundry bin at the bottom of her locker. After that, she unclipped her bra, fully exposing her viper tattoo that covered her left chest area and the top of her breast, and leaving her upper body bare. She let out a sigh of relief before throwing her bra into the laundry bin. She was about to undo her belt when she stopped. 

Again, she felt a weird sensation. She hadn’t heard anything this time, but she’d just thought it. She turned her head around as she undid her belt but didn’t see anyone else. Her brows furrowed, and she turned her head back around and focused on undressing. She threw her belt into the laundry bin and unzipped her jeans. She struggled to remove the jeans, as they were tight and she had been sweating for god knows how long. She kicked them off with a grunt and picked them up before throwing them and her underwear into the bin. 

Jane was a tall woman with a curvy body type and long legs. She had three tattoos: a rose on the side of her neck, a viper on her chest, and her most recent tattoo, a graphic of Lucille, Negan’s signature weapon, and the symbol of the Saviors. She had some scarring too, from fighting to survive, which involved hurting a person or two. It was a body Negan loved, which explained why he was all over her not too long ago. Jane chuckled to herself - the fact she could make such a powerful man so desperate by doing nothing definitely gave her ego a boost.

Now that she was ready for the shower, Jane hung her clean clothes up in her locker, grabbed her shampoo, conditioner, and soap,  and closed it. She took another quick glance around before walking into the showering area. A few clean towels were hanging on a rail on the wall across from the showers, and Jane took one before walking to the one furthest away from the entrance. She folded her towel up, set it down on the stool outside the shower, and took a deep breath before opening the translucent curtains and walking into it. She turned the knob and sighed in relief at the stream of water raining down onto her skin.

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As Jane got content in her shower, humming softly, she was unaware that someone had entered the showers. Her husband, Negan, had been tailing her and preparing to sneak up on her. He liked messing with Jane. Of course, she’d be slightly annoyed, but she’d always falter. Even she acknowledged she could never stay mad at her husband forever.

The leader of the Saviors had stripped completely naked and had snatched a towel to wrap around his waist. He knew it wouldn’t be on for long, but he didn’t care. He stepped toward Jane’s shower and his eyes landed on the silhouette of her figure he could see. A lustful grin appeared on his face as he took a second to admire her, his hungry eyes looking up and down, taking in her damp curly hair, the outline of her face as she turned her head to the side, and of course, that body. He could see every curve and dip that he’d touched while he was with her, memorizing her body with his hands. His thoughts were running wild, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He began to inch towards the curtains, his grin becoming devious in nature.

Jane’s humming was cut off abruptly when she heard the sound of the curtains opening. Her breath hitched and she turned around. She took a moment to process it was Negan and was going to scold him for not heeding her warnings. Before she could speak, though, her husband dropped his towel, which landed at his heels. He took one step into the shower and closed the curtains behind him.

Negan captured Jane’s lips in a passionately rough kiss, his eyes shutting and his brows knitting together as he pushed her back against the wall and pressed himself against her. Jane’s eyes went wide at the pressure of his lips on hers. She pulled away after a few more seconds of her mouth moving in unison with his.

“What did I tell you about being patient?” Jane asked, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Doesn’t matter,” Negan spoke, his tone gruff. He took her wrist and slowly pushed her hand down to her side. He watched droplets of water drip down her body and onto the floor, ignoring the water raining down on his black hair. “Spread those legs for me, honey. I haven’t had lunch yet.”

“Ah, ah, ah…” The curly-haired woman wagged her finger. “I told you that you wouldn’t get anything if you didn’t wait…” She brought a leg up to his side to tease him further than she already had. “So you won’t. I’m a woman of my word, remember?”

Negan watched as his wife moved her leg in a slight up and down motion, her thigh rubbing on his. The hand on her wrist moved to her thigh and squeezed it. “And I’m not a man of patience. Fucking spread ‘em.”

“Make me.” A challenging smirk appeared on her lips, a defiant glint in her eye. She liked giving Negan a taste of his own medicine, as he'd always tease her. She was the only woman who even stood up to him like this. Negan chuckled in response, his gaze locking with hers. He watched as she raised a brow, giving him a little ‘Well? What're you gonna do?’ look. 

Negan was quick to pin Jane hard against the wall by her shoulders, making the woman grunt. He slowly pushed her downward, putting her into a sitting position with her legs folded, but still closed. Negan couldn't have that. He got down onto his knees, the water streaming down his back. His eyes had never left hers the entire time, even as he grabbed her legs and forced them open.

 “I told you that I'm not a man of fucking patience.” The leader of the Saviors echoed his previous statement. He grinned at her, admiring her slightly shocked expression and the way her chest rose up and down slightly faster than normal. He didn't hesitate to do what he did next.

A loud gasp came from Jane as Negan gripped her inner thighs and dove between her legs. His tongue was quick to slip out of his mouth and begin to lap up the dampness that had already festered there. His tongue slowly moved upwards, making one long stripe of spit as he collected her juices. When he pulled away with a satisfied groan, Jane’s hand took hold of the back of his hair. “Please.” She whispered, her head lolled back. Negan grunted as she gave his hair a small tug. He’d done the same to her while she gave him blowjobs - it seemed she wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. He shrugged it off, though. He enjoyed it.

“Use your words.” Negan’s hand moved up her thigh and reached her pussy. He brought his thumb up to her clit. He began to move it in a circular motion, the pad of his finger rubbing against that sensitive bundle of nerves that made Jane’s hips lift slightly off the ground as she moaned. “Eat me out. Please.” She repeated. Her eyes were shut now, and there was a slight grimace on her lips. She was such a mess, much different from the defiant wife she’d been moments ago. Negan’s sudden ambush must’ve brought down her defenses. He leaned in again, looking into her eyes as he did. “That’s a good girl.” 

Negan sped up the movement of his thumb. Jane was significantly wetter now, and Negan wanted to take care of that. So, he used his free hand to spread her pussy lips apart and his tongue slipped out of his mouth and went into her entrance. He knew by now what speed and rhythm got her off, so he began to lick and suck like he was on autopilot. The dual stimulation made Jane’s breaths get heavier and her body to tense slightly. Her grip on Negan’s hair got tighter. “Negan…” She called his name, her voice subdued because of the public setting they were in. “Negan,” Jane called out to him again. The leader of the Saviors opened his eyes and cocked a brow, letting out a little ‘hmm’ sound, making his wife moan softly and shudder in response to the vibration. “Don’t stop.” She said through the hushed noises of ecstasy.

Negan didn’t have to be told twice. He went on with what he was doing, and as she got closer, Negan wanted to give her a nice little surprise to finish her off completely. He pulled his face away and Jane’s thighs tightened around the sides of his head, drawing a grunt out from in between his lips. “Stay there.” She pleaded, but Negan shushed her. “It’s gonna be fine, darlin’. Let me do what I gotta do.” He brought the middle and pointer finger of the hand that was rubbing her clit and positioned them in front of her entrance.

Jane’s breath hitched as she felt his fingers plunge into her. She tensed around him as he curled them right against her sweet spot, her hips lifting off the ground once again as she gasped out his name. Negan brought his other hand to her hip, pushing it back down. “Relax. Let go, doll. Come on.” He urged, curling his fingers in a rhythmic fashion.  That was able to make Jane come undone pretty quick, letting out higher pitched noises until she reached her peak. She put her free hand over her mouth and yanked his hair as she came all over his fingers. Her noises of bliss were muffled by her hand, and her eyes were squeezed shut. Negan felt an intense pressure on the sides of his head as he watched his wife climax, a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing he’d done what he came here to do. But he wasn’t done yet.

Jane was much more relaxed as the height of her climax passed. She could only shudder as Negan pulled his hand away, his fingers coated in her release. She opened her eyes only halfway, and watched with a slight smirk as Negan hungrily licked his fingers clean. She could hear him groan softly as he tasted her, his eyes fluttering shut. “God, darlin’, you taste like fuckin’ heaven…” He opened his eyes after he spoke, taking in the view of her as he put his hand under the water to wash his saliva off of it. He looked her over and smirked. He was already getting hard again, and the sight of her body just accelerated the process. 

Negan got up and stood under the showerhead. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the water fall onto him and flow down the front of his body before looking toward Jane and wiping his face. “Need help getting up?” He asked, raising a brow. Jane, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, smiled. “I’m not that incapacitated, amor.”

“Yet.” Negan added, his tone cocky. He was confident in his experience, and in fact he could break a strong woman like Jane down, as she did to him. Jane took a moment before pushing herself up, leaning on the wall as she did so. She then pushed herself off of it and took a step forward. Her body was now pressed against his, and so were her lips. Her eyes closed, and his did the same. Jane was much more gentle when it came to kissing than Negan was, most of the time at least. Negan never minded, even enjoying her gentler approach. His hands found her hips once again as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. 

Time seemed to slow, and it felt like hours passed by the time they pulled away. Their breaths were heavy, and their chests rose and fell in sync. Jane was about to go in for another kiss but Negan stopped her. “Oh, no. I’m not waiting any longer.” 

In one swift movement, he spun his wife around so her back was facing him, and he bent her over. There were two handles on either side of the shower, which Jane held onto. When Negan was kept waiting, that was when he was roughest. Negan’s hands went from her shoulders down her back until they took hold of her hips. Jane adjusted herself so her feet were planted apart. He bit his lip at the sight of his woman bent down in front of him. He could stare at her like this for ages. She was just so damn sexy like this, her curly hair sticking to her skin and water cascading down her body. Her curves were staring him in the face and it made his head spin.

All of a sudden, Jane spoke up. “I thought you said you weren’t gonna wait.” Her tone was one of mockery. She pressed herself against him, grinning as she heard him groan in response to the friction she’d created. “Surely ain't gonna wait now, doll.” Negan took one of his hands off of her hips and gave her a firm smack on the ass. Jane visibly tensed and let out a moan, her eyes shutting and her brows knitting together.

“You need a refresher. You can't make a man like me wait.” Negan took hold of her hips again. He didn’t waste any time, digging his nails into her skin, making her gasp as he thrusted forward and entered her. He grimaced and groaned as he felt her walls surrounding him. The sensation never got old. 

The feeling of her husband’s nails digging into her skin combined with the sensation of him buried deep inside of her made Jane moan in ecstasy. Negan took hold of her long curly locks and tugged, making her face the wall in front of her instead of the floor. Jane grunted, feeling the pain at her roots. She opened her eyes slowly, and Negan leaned down and tugged at her hair again, listening to the groan she made before whispering: “I’m gonna destroy this pretty little pussy of yours for teasing me like that, doll.” He gave one rough thrust to emphasize his point, letting out a grunt as Jane gasped. He continued. “You better hold on tight to those bars, honey. You're gonna need it.”

Negan stood up straight. His grip tightened on Jane’s at the same time she tightened her grip on the bars. He gave her hip a tight squeeze before he began to move his own back and forth. His thrusts were rough, but his pace was slow, so he could make Jane feel every single ripple of pleasure. With each one, he'd pull back and slam back into her, making sure she took the entirety of his cock. 

The showering area soon began to fill with the sounds of the couple’s lovemaking. Curses, grunts, and moans bounced off the walls and echoed through the otherwise empty room. Both were very vocal during intimacy, especially after waiting all day. They no longer cared about being considerate and quiet, letting themselves go completely and only focusing on one another.

Negan’s breaths began to grow heavy as he picked up the pace. With each thrust, he lightly tugged on her hair and gave her hip or the tender skin of her ass a squeeze. When he wasn’t grunting or groaning, he whispered to her. He never shut up, even during sex. “Mmm… fuck. Doin’ so fuckin’ well, doll…” He praised, giving her hair a slightly harder tug. “That’s it. Take my dick like the good girl you are.”

Unlike Negan, Jane couldn’t focus on forming sentences, which contrasted with her behavior minutes before this, making sassy remarks and teasing the hell out of her husband. He’d essentially knocked any words she could muster up out of her with each slam into her pussy. The only words she could call out were Negan’s name, and the occasional curse in Spanish. When he tugged her hair harder, her plump lips came apart and she gasped, her jaw now slightly agape. Her grip tightened on the bars and she, once again, said his name, “Negan.”

“That’s me, darlin’.” Negan spoke with a breathless chuckle. When she said his name like that, told him he was doing something right. “Say it again. Say my name again, doll. I wanna hear you scream it loud and clear.” His hand left her hip while his other tightened its grip on her hair. He raised it and brought it down on her ass, delivering a hard smack to the already tender skin. “Negan!” She cried and tensed in response. The man behind her let out a satisfied rumble as his hazel eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back. It brought him great pleasure to hear his name leave her lips. He gave her hair a tug as a reward and picked up the pace once again.

Negan was now slightly leaned over her, his brows knitted together. The grimace he had when he initially entered her had returned, his breaths coming out fast and heavy. He could feel Jane, who could only vocalize her ecstasy unintelligibly, tighten around him, signaling that she was about to finish. As much as he wanted to bring his wife to orgasm, he felt greedy. He wanted to punish her for teasing him. He heard her try to tell him that she was about to cum, but he shushed her. “Shh, no, no, doll. You won’t until I fucking do.” The statement made the woman whine, her expression one of tension as she focused on keeping herself from cumming. Her grip on the bars was as tight as ever, and her legs were trembling beneath her.

Seeing that her legs were about to give out, Negan decided to change the position they were in. He pulled out and tugged her hair so she could stand straight and he flipped her around. Her hands broke away from the bars and she faced him. He bit down on his lip as he saw her face, her striking eyes staring into his, her lips apart, and her body dripping with water. She looked like she was in bliss. He saw the way her lips were as an invite to kiss her, and he took it. Negan pressed a hard kiss against Jane’s, and the woman immediately responded positively, letting out a muffled moan in response. He pulled away and pressed himself against her, pressing her up against the shower wall again, and whispered, “Wrap yourself around me, baby.” He stroked her side before plunging back into her, making her eyes squeeze shut. She let out a high pitched noise as he began to thrust, his pace frantic. She wrapped all of her limbs around him, her fingernails digging into his upper back, making Negan’s already loud noises grow louder. 

As his pleasure began to peak, Negan’s sounds became moans rather than grunts, and were slightly more high-pitched. “Cum with me, doll…” He managed to pant out the demand. Jane nodded, dragging her nails along the skin of his upper back. That brought the leader of the Saviors to his peak. In one swift movement, he pulled his dick out of her and brought a hand down to replace it. As she moaned out his name in ecstasy one last time, he released onto her stomach.

The only sounds present in the shower after Jane and Negan were finished were their heavy breathing, and the sound of the water landing on the floor. The steam formed as a result of the heat of the water gathered at their feet, some rising up to embrace their bodies as they embraced one another.

Negan was the first to speak up, looking Jane over and smirking. “Look at my dirty fuckin’ girl.” He teased, bringing a hand to rub the side of her thigh. “How about I help you freshen up?” He offered. Jane, still a bit winded and shaky, responded with a nod and a soft, “Yeah.”

Negan let out a chuckle. He liked seeing her when he was done with her. There was something about the way her skin shined with a mix of water and sweat, how her eyes opened only halfway, and how her lips were slightly parted so she could steady her breathing. He drank her in for a few more moments before leading his still trembling wife under the shower head.  Jane leaned on the bars on the sides of the shower and turned around so her backside was facing him.

“You’re shaking like hell, doll. Was I that good?” Negan asked. She’d already washed her body with soap by the time he’d snuck up on her, so he reached for her shampoo. He began to pour some into his hand.

“You know what I’m gonna say. You just want an ego boost.” 

“Can’t deny that.” Negan shrugged before beginning to massage the shampoo into her long curly locks. Jane let out a soft and content groan, the feeling of his fingers against her scalp soothing. When he was done, he washed any excess off under the stream of water and then wrapped his arms around his wife. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and pressed his lips against the soft and sensitive skin there. The kisses turned into bites with Negan trapping her skin between his teeth and nibbling on it in an attempt to mark her. 

Jane’s heartbeat accelerated slightly, as the feeling of his teeth on her skin startled her. She brought a hand up to hold the back of his neck, letting out a moan and tilting her head so he’d have easier access. Her brows knitted together, she spoke, “I haven’t even recovered and you’re already prepping me for a second round?”

“Nah…” Negan briefly pulled away before going in again, licking and sucking on her skin. “Nutting all over your stomach isn’t enough - it just washes off. I wanna give you something a little more… how do I say it… long-term.” He bit a little bit harder into her skin, his hands caressing her stomach and chest.

Jane’s eyes fluttered shut and she bit down on her bottom lip, letting out a short, muffled sound. She stayed like that until Negan pulled away, his eyes on the mark he had left. “Fucking fuck, doll. Look at that…” His hand trailed up her body to the side of her neck. “That’ll surely catch the people’s attention.” He was content with the fact people got to see that she was his. He brought his hand back down to her stomach.  “But one isn’t enough.” With that, he went back into it, biting down on the skin of another part of her neck.

“Oh…” Jane’s shoulders rose, urging Negan to bite harder. She opened her eyes and moved her hand up to the back of his hair once again. She gripped it lightly, speaking in a slightly breathless tone, “You are… insatiable. Absolutely—ngh—insatiable.” She let her eyes close once again, leaning back into him.

Negan adjusted himself as she leaned into his body so he could have a more stable standing. “You bet your sweet ass I am, darlin’.” He murmured into her neck. “And I won’t stop until your whole fuckin’ body is covered in my bites.” He emphasized the ‘my’ to really jam it into her that she was his, and only his.

“We’re gonna be here for a while, aren’t we?”

“We are. So relax and enjoy it, because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

Jane’s grip tightened once again as Negan nibbled on her jawline, groaning as he did. Her breaths accelerated as he grabbed her chin and raised it up so he could pay attention to another part of her neck that was closer to her throat. She swallowed back a particularly loud groan, “You better not go any further than this.”

Negan closed his eyes. He savored the feeling of her soft skin in between his teeth before murmuring in return, “No promises, doll. No promises.”

[the-only-mickeypoo]

A Little Motivation

summary: Max learns that his tenant is going on a business trip for her job. This saddens him, as seeing her every day gives him the motivation to work on renovations. Now, he has to find another way to cope with his desperation to see her.

characters: Max Sonnen, F!Reader, August

cw: nsfw!! smutty and freaky as fuck el em eff ay oh! some obsessive behavior, but hey, it's max.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57790891

Max knew he was a sick, sick man. Even with his self-awareness, he couldn’t stop himself - especially with this new tenant around. She wasn’t a woman he’d previously seeked out, she had found her way to his building out of pure coincidence. The moment she walked into the apartment asking if it was the one in the ad he put out, he was hooked. He’d felt this way with people before, but never this intensely. He’d find himself thinking of her at every moment - she even showed up in his dreams. He couldn’t escape her, no matter what he did. His grandfather, August, could sense this. He knew Max, he knew how his mind worked, or at least he thought he did. When Max got like this, he’d let him know he hated it.

“You’re a weak man, just like your father.” He’d say. Next, Max would be met with a slap to the face. All Max could do was take it. Even though August thought he was helping Max this way by making him into a man, Max would just hide away inside of the walls of the building to escape.

Max had built himself a sanctuary of sorts, one where he could act out on his urges. Every day, when he got the chance, he’d walk from room to room, watching his tenant like a hawk. His dark hazel eyes would peer through the openings he’d made as his tenant got ready, cooked, slept, bathed… Those last two were his favorite. Seeing her so vulnerable was a huge turn-on. Whenever he’d watch, he’d always end up masturbating to the sight of her. Her body looked like it was sculpted to perfection. He’d picture himself in the room with her, taking her in her most vulnerable of moments. He’d have to stay quiet so she didn’t find out about his sick obsession. He couldn’t be found out, though the idea of being caught turned him on a bit… just a tiny bit.

Max would continue to do this for God knows how many days, but it all came to a halt when he found out his tenant was going on an overnight business trip across the city. It was morning when she bumped into him outside of her apartment. “Oh, hi, Max!”

Her sweet voice was music to his ears. He put on his best charming smile. “Hey!” He looked towards her suitcase. “What’s that for?”

“Oh,” The tenant started with a little laugh. “I’m going across the city on a trip for work. I was gonna let you know since I know you like to say hi to me when you come in to work on my apartment.”

Max’s heart dropped. His smile faltered a little. “Oh, well, I… hope you have fun.” He nodded as he spoke. Outside, he looked charming and happy. On the inside was a completely different story. How would he be able to go about his day without her? 

“Thanks.” The tenant smiled at him before noticing her taxi was outside. “Oh, there’s my ride. I have to go!” She started to walk away. She waved to Max as she walked away. “Bye!”

“Bye.” 

This wasn’t good. This really wasn’t good. As Max put on his glasses, his mind was racing. What would he do without her? Seriously, what would he do? The door of her apartment was already open so he could go in to work on it, but he knew he couldn’t start just yet. Her being there was his motivation to work. He had to get just a little bit of her. 

Max closed the door behind him and he found his way through her apartment, looking at pictures she had of herself and admiring all of her features. He took one with him as he went to her bedroom. He stared at her bed and walked over to it. He took a glance at the picture before placing it on the nightstand. He felt his breaths get shakier as he crawled onto the bed. His hands clutched the sheets and he brought them up to his nose. He moaned quietly as her scent filled his nose and lingered there. “Absolutely divine.” He spoke out loud, his voice husky and soft. His eyes fluttered shut as he took another sniff, letting out a drawn out groan as he did. 

Pulling away with a gasp, Max’s eyes opened and looked downward. Her scent had gotten him riled up. Too riled up. He moved to undo his belt but hesitated. What if she came back because she forgot something, or someone else came in and saw him there? Those thoughts quickly went away, as his hands went against his brain and started to unbuckle his belt. As he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, he realized there was no going back. He had to do this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to function today. That would raise questions with the tenant.

Max frantically unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. He threw it to the side and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. His breathing grew heavy as he swallowed and pulled his boxers down as well, freeing himself. He let out a sigh of relief and wrapped his hand around his dick. He brought the sheets up to his nose again and started to stroke himself while taking in her scent, his eyes rolling into the back of his head before fluttering shut. His groans were feral and desperate. His hips bucked forward, his body clearly wanted more than just his hand. His jaw tightened and he opened his eyes, looking through lust-clouded eyes for something he could grind on. His eyes fell on a pillow and he stopped moving his hand. His other hand reached out to touch the pillow and he exhaled as he felt how soft it was. It reminded him of his tenant’s soft skin that he’d “accidentally” brush against when they interacted sometimes. He needed something… this pillow would be perfect.

Max’s hand went from lightly caressing the pillow to gripping it and bringing it towards himself. He leaned over it and brought his lips, closing his eyes as he pictured the tenant’s lips against his. He was basically full on making out with a damn pillow. He shifted his position, getting on top and pressing his dick against the pillow. The feeling of the pillow alone got beads of pre-cum dripping from him. He opened his eyes halfway and pulled away, breathing heavily. He looked up from the pillow towards the picture he left on the nightstand. He grabbed it and put it on top of the pillow. He made sure it was in a good spot before he took some time to stare down at it. 

The picture was taken by a coworker of hers in her office. She was laughing, smiling the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “My darling…” Max muttered as he stroked the frame of the picture, “My damn angel.” He pressed his lips against the picture itself, keeping his eyes semi-open so he could admire the business attire she wore in the picture. He pulled away and kept his head down so he could stare at the picture.

In Max’s mind, he was on top of his tenant, making love to her. Her soft skin was up against his. He held the sides of the pillow and started rocking his hips back and forth. Her name fell from his lips, his eyes staring at the picture, unblinking. He pictured her underneath him, smiling at him and telling him how much of a good boy he was. This made him move faster, his groans getting louder. His glasses were starting to fall off a little, but he couldn’t care less. All he was focused on was getting himself to cum.

At a certain point, Max couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and he screwed them shut. His brow started to furrow and he tilted his head back, letting out a higher-pitched moan. More and more of those moans came out of him until they became soft and breathy whimpers. Though he tried to compose himself, he couldn’t. He was turning into a mess. He was whimpering, precum spilling from the tip of his dick and sweat forming on his forehead. His hands gripped the sides of the pillow and he let out a strained noise of pleasure. He was about to fucking lose it, and he was in too deep to even realize.

It wasn’t until his hips started to move out of the rhythm he had set and his dick started to throb that Max noticed. He couldn't fucking stop. He looked down at the picture one more time, whimpering his tenant’s name over and over like a damn prayer. The whimpers got progressively louder until Max thrusted one last time, pushing him completely into a state of ecstasy. He threw his head back and groaned loudly as ropes of his cum came out, most of it landing right on the picture he was looking at.

Max’s chest rose and fell quickly as he attempted to catch his breath. He was sweating, his hair and glasses were out of place. As he attempted to straighten himself out, he looked downwards and noticed that his cum had gotten on her precious photo.

His heart dropped. He cursed under his breath,  “Goddammit…!” How was he gonna clean this mess up? He was not in the right state of mind to make any rational decision. He was panicking. Nothing was coming to mind on what to do! His brain was completely blank due to the previous orgasm as well as his anxiety. He couldn’t think, so in a panic, he grabbed the picture and stared at it for a solid few seconds.

“... I’m so sorry.” Max whispered before he started to lick his own release off of the picture. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry…” He whimpered in shame, “I’ve gotten your pretty face so dirty…”

Max continued to voice his regret and lick all of his release off of the picture. In his panic, he seriously couldn't do anything else. He let out soft noises as he licked the picture clean. He smiled as he could finally see her face again, all clean and pretty. He was thinking of washing the picture off and putting it back, but the more he looked at it, the urge to just take it and use it when he needed to just got stronger. As usual, his instincts took over and he decided to take the picture with him. He quickly redressed and straightened himself out, letting out a sigh of relief. Now that was finally over, he could get back to what he originally came into this apartment to do.

Max took the picture and stared down at it - he had a plan in his mind. He’d keep the picture around him all day so he’d be motivated to work, and he would take it back with him to his own room and keep it there. One question popped up in his mind. Surely she’d notice the picture was gone. If she asked where it was, how would he answer? 

He could just lie. He’d lied to her before. He always got away with it. He just had to keep his act up. 

Max straightened the bed out so it didn’t look like anyone was there. He made sure to make it look extra nice so his tenant could return to a neat apartment. Then, he’d receive praise from her for taking such good care of her place while she was gone. That’s all he wanted from her, some positive attention. He was sure he’d get it with the way he tidied up her bedroom. As he stepped back and took a look, he concluded that it was perfect. It was time for him to get to work.

Max grunted as he stretched. He let out a sigh and turned towards the exit of the room. He stepped out and looked back at the room, taking one last look before he determined it looked as if no one had done something sick in there. Max was very careful with covering his tracks, as he’d been doing this for a while. He stood there for a few seconds before finally being able to say it looked normal.

Max looked ahead and closed the door behind him. As he walked away, he just told himself…

“All that was was a little motivation. You’ll get away with this. You’ll lie, and she’ll believe you.”

And that was all he needed. Max grabbed his toolbox he had set down earlier and took a deep breath. He had a long day ahead of him - and he was going to get through it. He just had to tell himself: 

“You’ll get away with this.”

[the-only-mickeypoo]

INTRODUCTION POST!!!

Welcome to my Page!!!

my name's mick! i also go by mickeypoo but that's mostly a joke name <3

i use she/her and he/him pronouns! i am a genderqueer lesbian woman.

i'm an artist as well as a writer! this page will mainly focus on characters played by jeffrey dean morgan. my favorite, however, is negan smith from the walking dead. i like twd as a whole, so if you're interested in the show, feel free to talk abt it with me!

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