#Negan smith cowboy

[lunajay33]

Taste for Older Men Part.2

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Summary: Growing up with you never had much interest in boys your age but when your dads best friends stuck around more everything changed

Pairing: Cowboy Negan x f!reader

Warnings: age gap, evil boyfriend

Part.1

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It’s been a week since everything happened, my parents have been extremely over supportive always, when I’d come down for breakfast they’d have wide smiles and cheery voices but I couldn’t hate them for it they’re just trying to make me feel better even though I was already happier than I’ve ever been in my life

I still work everyday at Negans farm but my parents still don’t know that we’re together and we’re not quite sure how to tell them, I mean he’s my dads best friend and I don’t want to ruin that but I also can’t give up Negan he’s all I’ve ever wanted so there’s got to be a way

I was in the barn pitch forking up some loose hay when I feel Negans arms wrap around my waist

“You know if I was gonna get more help around here I’d have told you my feelings way earlier” I laugh as I lean back into his chest

“Watch yourself lil lady I’m still your boss remember”

“Oh I remember” he spins me in his arms resting my hands on his shoulders

“So how do we tell my parents I don’t want to sneak around I want to be able to be with you when we’re around other people”

“I know sunshine, old man invited me over tonight to watch football might tell him then, and you can talk to your mother” I feel nervous about this but it needs to be done

“Hopefully they don’t rip my head off”

“If they’re going that route it’ll be me they rip apart” me smiles as he leans down to kiss me his grey speckled beard scratching against my face but it was something I craved when he wasn’t around

“Come on let’s finish up our chores before you get carried away like last time” I laugh as he groans

I got home early as Negan let me off to get ready for tonight and go through everything I want to say to my mom, he wanted that time too he had more to worry about but my father is an understanding man I just home he can understand this too

I stripped off my dirty work clothes and hoped in the shower, relaxing as the dirt and sweat from the day washed away down the drain, after I was all squeaky clean I got dressed in a casual pair of black leggings and a red long sleeve shirt, putting two braids in my hair then waiting on my bed anxiously

After another hour I picked up my phone and dialed Negan, after two rings I hear his voice and everything seemed to not be as stressful

“Hey baby ya alright?”

“Yeah I’m better now, just nervous”

“Don’t stress honey I’m on my way over now, we’ll get this settled” he said with a calming tone

“Okay I’ll see you soon”

We hung up and I made my way downstairs sitting at the kitchen island waiting to hear the rumble of his truck, soon the headlights shine through the window and he’s knocking at the door

I want to rush to the door and through my arms around him but contain myself and let my dad answer, Negans technically his guest anyways

“Negan! You excited for the game buddy?” My dad asked cheerfully as he patted him on the shoulder

“You bet, I meet you in the lounge soon I’ll go say hi to your wife and y/n!”

“Always with the southern hospitality!”

Negan rounded the corner and came into the kitchen where me and my mother sat I couldn’t help the huge smile that stretched my cheeks

“Negan so wonderful to see you again, last time was a bit crazy” I looked down a little embarrassed by that whole fiasco

“Lovely to see you too, and of course my dear little farm hand” he said brushing his hand down my back out of my mothers gaze making my skin chill

“Oh Negan she’s still behaving well isn’t she?”

“Mother of course I am”

“Don’t worry she’s always a great help, got myself a lil working lady”

I look up at him with so much joy and admiration before my mother clear her throat and snaps us out of our moment

“Well here’s two beers, better get in there before he makes a big deal about us stealing you away again” she laughed handing over the beers and began left the room

I look back at my mother who had a knowing look on her face, raised eyebrow with a slight smirk

“What?”

“I’m not stupid sweetie, I’ve seen the way you looked at him since he started coming around, only recently he’s been giving you the same look soooooo you have something to tell me dear”

“Don’t be mad, what I feel for him is real, how he treats me really show how badly Mike treated me and how much Negan treats me like a goddess, he’s a good man”

“I’m not mad, I’m glad you found a man who can treat you the way you deserve, hopefully your father will look at it the same way”

I down now we wait to either hear a fight or Negan comes out smiling

“WHAT?” I hear from the lounge, oh no

I rush into the lounge seeing my dad up in Negans face and he looked more betrayed than angry

“Dad, calm down it’s okay”

“How is this okay my best friend with my daughter”

“I love her f/n” he went silent and so did I this was the first time Negans declared his love

“You love me?” I ask as I step closer

“Of course I do, you’re a wonderful woman every moment with you I feel more happier and at ease than I’ve ever been”

“I love you too sunshine” I lean up to wrap my arms around his neck and he held me tight

“F/n, you know Negan and he’ll treat her right compared to that excuse for a boyfriend she had before” my mom said then hearing my dad sigh

“I know it’s just a lot to wrap my head around, when did this happen?”

“The day we had the barbecue, he came and made me feel better about everything that happened and well our feelings just came out”

“I mean me and your mother knew how you felt about Negan it was pretty obvious, I guess I can eventually get use to this”

“My god was it that obvious?” I ask looking up at Negan and he had a sly smirk

“You didn’t make it sneaky when you’d look at me darlin”

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[twdxtrevor]

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

[chelseypprimrose]

Farmer Wants a Mistress / farmer!negan x richbrat!reader / 18+ / AU

Summary: Living the good life since you married into money, you’ve become desensitised to the more simple ‘live off the land’ lifestyle of your sister. Her husband Negan sets out to teach a harsh lesson for you not to be so judgemental.

Warnings: infidelity, brat!reader, smut, rough sex elements, use of “hayseed hick” which are derogatory terms for a farmer, degrading terms, outside/forest sex, spitting, choking, negan is a warning in its self, mean!negan, slapping, dumbification (slightly), oral (male receiving), slight hint of dacryphilia

A/N: i need sedating, this GIF, oh my good LORD. fyi, i do not condone anyone looking down on another person for their profession/how much they work or earn, this is purely fiction and the needed attitude for the brat character/reader! also i’m telling you now, reader is a BRAT, like ‘Wild Child’ Poppy Moore level of brat, if that isn’t your thing, this probably isn’t the fic for you! 🤍

“god, i don’t know why i even let you drag me here, we are in the middle of nowhere.” you huffed, using the inflight magazine you’d taken from the flight to fan yourself off, unaccustomed to the sweltering heat of texas this time of year. your sister’s grip of the steering wheel got tighter, trying to hold her tongue at your obvious annoyance.

“i’m so sorry it’s such a inconvenience for you to visit your only sister, which by the way, you only do once a year.” she sniped back, rolling her eyes. adjusting your sunglasses on your nose, you stared out at the crop farmlands as you drove past, a vast difference to the city skyscrapers you were used to back home. “look, i’m just not the biggest fan of farms, or farm animals. they smell and it’s just too much work! why you ever let yourself marry into this, i’ll never understand.” you quipped back, throwing the magazine down into your lap as it wasn’t doing anything to help your rising body temperature.

like she had said, you only ever made the journey from new york to texas once a year to visit your sisters side of the family, granted it was only the two of them. her and her farmer husband, Negan, born into a farmer family himself, he’d taken over the land once his parents had moved on, settling for a smaller place, unable to keep working due to age. him and your sister had married a year after you and your own husband had, the two men couldn’t have been more different if they tried.

your own husband was a banker, giving you a penthouse apartment, what seemed like a unlimited supply of money and multiple trips away every year to the most luxurious resorts and locations. growing up poor and then overnight having more money than you knew what to do with had changed you, you wouldn’t deny that.

you couldn’t remember the last time you had bought anything that wasn’t designer, having your hair done monthly and various spa weekends, keeping yourself in tip top condition. you and her led very separate and different lives, you couldn’t help but feel like she’d got the short end of the deal, slaving away on a godawful ranch seven days a week.

she finally pulled up to the front of the farm, the slightly open window forcing you to smell the various animals that were loitering around outside of the barn next to the rustic-styled house. the exposed white wood of the front porch, multi-coloured chicken wind chime made of bamboo hung off the plinth of the patio, making small clinking noises from the slight wind that gathered up the dust of the grain. all these elements together started to remind you that you were far from your own home comforts of proper electricity and pleasant smells.

you opened your door, being careful not to step in the mud that was right under your feet, your stiletto heel digging into the soft ground. walking around to the back of the car, you opened the trunk, taking out your louis vuitton suitcase, stopping in your tracks when you realised you didn’t want to put it on the muddy ground. “have you got something you can take these in on?” you questioned, your sister looking at you in disbelief.

“jesus christ doll, it’s goddamn mud! it’ll wash off, don’t get your panties in a twist.” you whipped your head around to the bellowing deep voice, eyes setting on him as he made his way over to the car. you moved one of your hands off the handle of the suitcase to your hip to jaunt it out at him. “oh i’m sorry! let me just put my bag, that’s probably worth more than your house, on the dirty ground. i take pride in my possessions Negan.” you retorted, your sister sighing in defeat, taking the bag from your hand and walking with it towards the house. you took your sunglasses off your face, Negan now stood right next to you, his arm leaning on the side of the car, looking at you. dressed in his usual brown cowboy hat, opened mustard yellow flannel shirt with a slightly off white tank top underneath, cargo trousers with a thick black belt to keep them up. the long, black leather pendant sitting just above his naval.

“i always love when the city mouse comes to visit, you ready for a week in hell, princess?” he laughed, rolling around a toothpick between his pearly white teeth. not that you had anything against the man before he married your sister but he absolutely revelled in mocking you whenever you came to stay, you imagined he saw you nothing more than a spoiled little girl, not understanding that you just preferred the finer things, even if you were a bit of a snob when it came to his way of life. not that you really cared for his opinion on you. you’d imagine that if circumstances had been different, you would have been attracted to such a handsome man, if only he’d change that usual cowboy get up for a nice three piece suit.

“if it isn’t the hayseed hick himself, how are you darling?” you threw your insults right back at him, this was just how you communicated with each other, both of you had tongues as sharp as swords. you grabbed your other bag from inside the trunk of the car, moving to take it to the house before his large hand grasped over yours that was on the leather handle. “let me take it, wouldn’t want you to break a nail, princess.” Negan laughed, before using his other hand to close the trunk firmly, causing you to jump slightly out of its way. you followed closely behind him, Negan taking wide strides, his hips moving slightly as his forearm muscles tensed from the weight of your bag in his hand.

“did you pack for the month or something? jesus christ.” he managed to huff out, even with how strong he was, it felt like you’d put rocks in your bag. “not all of us can just take a toothbrush and clean boxers on holiday with us, Negan. not that you’d know much about that, furthest you ever go is the farmers market, is it not?” you bit back, using your hands to push your hair back out of your face, having to put your sunglasses back over your eyes to avoid the harsh dust from getting into your retinas. you pushed past him, walking up the steps to enter the house, a small grimace on your face as you remembered how much your sisters place looked like Dorothy’s house from the Wizard of Oz.

it was honestly like you’d gone through a time machine back to the 1900’s, your sister didn’t even have a TV in the place, no wi-fi or good working signal. Negan followed up behind you, almost denting your case with how harshly he’d placed it near the staircase. “jeez, be careful with that would you!” you exclaimed, picking it back up off the ground, starting to make your way up the stairs, heels making it a difficult feat. Negan started to laugh at you struggling, causing you to turn around to give him a death glare. “i’m glad this is funny to you, most men would be gentlemanly and help a lady with her bags.”

“i would doll, but i don’t see a lady here.” he continued laughing at you, your mouth dropped wide at his rude statement, slightly growling you stomped the rest of the way up the stairs to your assigned room you always stayed in when you came here. god, you couldn’t wait for this week to be over but it was only the start.

“god honey, i know you don’t like the way they do things but this is your sister! she’s family, you have to respect their lifestyle. you are a guest in their house.” you rolled your eyes, your husband clearly wasn’t getting how annoyed and stressed out you were. “i’m honestly trying! you come here and get woken up by a damn cockerel at five am in the morning and see if your still saying the same thing then!” you crossed your arms over your chest with your phone held up to your ear, angrily pacing back and forth on the porch, the only place you could get one bar of signal. it was no use telling your husband the grievances as he’d only been here once and he always seemed to forget how hellish that week had been for him, how he sighed a breath of relief once you got on the plane home.

“you’ve only got a couple more days until you’ll be back here with me, i’ll set you up a appointment with the spa, give you some time to relax, okay?” you smiled, almost jumping with glee. “oh thank you! god knows i’ll need it after being around all these horrid animals.”

“goddamn it!” you turned your head towards a very angry Negan, the hosepipe he’d been using had sprayed all over the front of his clothes, causing the wet fabric to stick against his abdomen. he grabbed the bottom, whipping it over his head, using his strong hands to wring the water from the top. the veins in his arm were in full motion, you could see his muscles flexing, his toned abdomen now on display. the light of the sun caught his frame just right, the hot temperature making the light sheen of sweat mix with the water he’d just got all over his torso. you couldn’t take your eyes off his body, like a mirage in the desert. you’d never found yourself looking at him this way, his dirty mouth turning you off him from the very second he opened it but silent like this, he was a vision.

he could feel a pair of eyes on him, his gaze shooting up to look towards you. “honey? honey? are you still there?” you snapped back into reality, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in your throat. you turned your back to Negan with a quickness, heat reaching your cheeks as you realised you’d been caught gazing at him. “yeah, i’m here.” you answered your husband.

Negan softly chuckled to himself, already coming up with a rolodex of new material to tease you with.

two days, two days was all you had left to endure before you could take your leave and go back to new york. while you’d like to say you’d had a pleasant experience, that would be far from the truth. your sister had convinced you to do some grunt work while you’d been here and out of sheer boredom due to the lack of entertainment here, you’d begrudgingly agreed.

this had resulted in being bitten by a chicken when trying to retrieve its eggs, causing Negan to nearly die with laughter as you yelped out, a small trail of blood seeping from your finger. he’d took your delicate hand in his rough one to assess the damage, claiming you were being a big baby about it, giving a small kiss to it which made you freeze up at his inappropriate action. you felt it was more just to make you feel more embarrassed, knowing he loved to do things to antagonise you even further. you’d yanked your hand out of his, giving a small noise of disgust before stomping away from him to get a plaster.

you’d been given the more easy task of brushing the horses, claiming you didn’t want to get bitten again and your sister swore the horses were completely domesticated and not prone to acts of aggression.

you’d nearly finished when you saw Negan coming over to you, that small arrogance in the way he sauntered around this place. “any more injures happen today doll?” he asked, leaning on the barn doorway, that usual toothpick in his mouth. you sighed, dropping the brush back in the tack box and crossing your arms over your chest. “no, nothing for you to make fun of me today, i’m afraid.” he pushed himself off the doorframe, taking a couple steps towards you. “come on doll, let’s go for a ride. i need to go and get more firewood from the forest, live a little. i tell you, having the wind blowing past you when you are on the back of these magnificent animals, no feeling like it in the world.” your eyebrow raised a little, you were actually considering it for a good while.

you sighed, not like you had anything better to do. “okay fine! only if you do the actual work. i don’t feel like getting my hands dirty.” you agreed, letting him walk past you to get the riding saddles and strapping them to the horse. he did it with ease, stepping up with his large boot to get his foot into the stirrup, his long leg being thrown over the horses back. he put out his arm to help pull you up on the horse behind him, you’d hadn’t realised how close your groin would have been to his back with you sitting behind him, the feeling making your body betray you with how good it felt to be so close to him.

he started at a slow pace, guiding the horse out of the open stable door, setting off for the wood that you could see vaguely in the distance at the back of the farmland. you’d been holding onto the metal bar that was at the back of the saddle before Negan let out a laugh. “hold on doll!” your face contorted into confusion before Negan gently applied pressure into the horse with his leg causing it to accelerate into a fast gallop. you slightly squealed, taking your hands off the bar and threw your arms around his torso, nearly in death grip, scared of coming off the animal with how much bouncing around you were doing. your hands linked around the front of him, you could feel the hard abdomen muscles underneath his tank top, you knew he’d done this on purpose to either annoy you or try and get you to come off the horse.

the leather underneath you kept rubbing against your core, the bouncing causing your clit to keep hitting the seat, a small wetness gathering on the material of your panties underneath your flowy dress. well, at least horse riding was good for something, you thought to yourself.

you’d finally got into the wood, Negan bringing the horse to a stop, dismounting with you still on the back, tying the reign to a small stump of a tree. “can you help me get off please?” you asked, looking down at how far you were above the ground, getting a little nervous at getting off by yourself. “move your legs to the side and jump down, don’t worry doll, i’ll catch you.” he reassured you, his arms coming out, his fingers moving in a ‘come here’ motion, that stupid grin on his face at your obvious nervousness.

you brought your right leg to the other side of the horse, your palms digging into the saddle, you made no move to jump off, slightly worried about Negan actually catching you. he huffed, grabbing you by your thighs, causing you to let out a slight scream before he pulled you off the horse, his hands sliding from your thighs, trailing up your bodies sides as you slipped down from the height.

your legs were now wide open, your feet finally meeting the ground, Negan’s hands still placed on your waist as you looked up at him. you realised he was still touching you, before you pushed his hands off you, smoothing out your dress. “thank you but i was just about to jump down myself, i didn’t need you to manhandle me, farmer boy.” you snapped, walking away from him to pet the animal. he slightly chuckled, while moving to grab the axe from the satchel that was strapped to the horse.

“sure you were, princess.”

you’d been here for around half a hour, helping Negan by putting the chunks of firewood in the bag on the back of the horse. your hands were red from gripping the wood, trying to avoid getting any splinters, causing you to be quite slow at packing it away.

“you do know, you could go a bit faster doll, we’ll be out here until nightfall if not.” you rolled your eyes at his taunting. “i don’t want any further injuries thank you.”

he growled, obviously annoyed at how unwilling you were to pick up the pace. “look, you might be able to sit around doing absolutely nothing back in your fancy palace at home but i’d rather not get my ass chomped by whatever creature could be lurking in this place, so just pick up the pace, please.” you scoffed, turning around to face him, he had the axe in both hands, his hip slightly twisted to face you. “no, you look! i don’t know what kind of impression you’ve gathered in your head of me, but.. yes i don’t do much work, yes i’d rather play the pretty housewife than go out and bend over backwards for work. if that makes me lazy, then so be it. i can’t help i have a taste for a easier way of life.”

it was now his turn to scoff at you, he threw the axe down to the ground, taking large footsteps towards you, you back yourself up against a tall tree behind you, the sharp bark of it digging into your skin a little. he towered over you before bringing his face closer to yours, his arm just above and slightly to the side of your head, resting on the tree.

“you mean your pretty little life of faking orgasms for your dear clueless husband? faking pleasure so you can continue to use him for his precious fucking money, that the easier way of life you are talking about?” he taunted, you screwed your face up in anger, how dare he?!

“excuse me? how dare you make your false assumptions about my marriage?! who do you think you are?!” you shouted out at him, taking your hands off the bark of the tree to try and push him away from you. not even moving him a inch due to his strong frame, he grabbed your wrists, forcing your hands above your head, digging them into the rough surface.

“oh give me a fucking break sweetheart, you think i didn’t notice the way you looked at me the other day. looked like a damn fucking dog in heat, you need a proper man like me to teach you some fucking manners. the way you look down at me from your ivory tower, i’ve kept the peace for your sisters sake but now i’m getting fucking tired of it, princess.”

“i don’t know what the hell you are talking about! like i’d ever look at your hillbilly ass like that, Negan, you must be joking!” you slowly laughed, truth not really following your words and he could tell. he gave a gravely laugh back, he moved his hand off your wrist, now applying more pressure with the remaining one so you couldn’t move. he moved his other under the skirt of your dress, fingertips brushing your inner thigh.

“let’s take a wager doll, if your panties ain’t fucking soaking for me right now, i’ll let you go. if they are? well, you’re going to get a lesson in basic southern hospitality from good ol’ Negan, let’s see shall we?” you tried to come up with some sort of smart mouth retort, the pure lust in his tone had you silent. his fingertips finally moving over the lace of your panties, his mouth moving to a wide grin when he did indeed find that the material was absolutely soaking wet.

“well, well, well? would you look at that?” he moved the lace to the side, now running his fingers up and down your folds, his fingertips now slick with your juices.

“don’t fucking flatter yourself, farmer boy. i just haven’t had any in months.”

the hand he used to hold your arms quickly pulled off, a slight slap to your cheek, the skin underneath turning red at the motion before he grasped your chin roughly.

“you still never fucking learn do you, you fucking slut. wet over your sisters husband, ain’t so prim and proper now, are you? now i think the only way to finally shut you up is to stuff that pretty fucking mouth with my dick, get on your fucking knees.”

his voice dark, you swallowed hard to be rid of the lump in your throat. he whipped you around so his back was now against the tree, pushing down on your shoulders to get you to your knees, his large frame now looking even more scary looking up at him. he unbuckled his belt, undoing the button of his cargos to pull out his impressively large and already hard cock.

you cried out, small tears leaving your eyes at his size, it was bigger than you’d had before and the thought of it being inside you, scared you to death while also causing your panties to get even wetter.

he laughed, grasping your hair roughly into a painful, makeshift ponytail. “keep those tears coming princess, just makes you even sexier, down there on your knees for me, now open that fucking slutty mouth, i’ve got a present for you.” he grasped the base of his dick, his fingers pulling your hair even more as he guided his cock towards your mouth. you reluctantly opened as wide as you could, the salty precum meeting your tastebuds.

“goddamn! ain’t that the prettiest sight i’ve ever seen!” Negan grunted out, his hips rocking forward to force more of his cock down your throat, the whimpers coming from you making him hiss in pleasure. your spit gathered at the base of him, getting caught in the soft hair there. he was enjoying the sight of you softly crying on your knees for him.

he kept himself buried at the back of your throat, keeping you struggling to breathe, coughing and gagging around his length, Negan throwing his head back at how good your mouth felt wrapped around him like he was. your mouth bobbed up and down against him, you tongue tracing the underside of his length, as he rolled his hips, looking down at you, savouring seeing you completely obedient to his control.

he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe, your throat and jaw burning with the force he’d had held you at.

he forced you up by your hair, moving you over to a large, jagged rock, your back forced against the cold surface.

“spread those pretty legs for me, slut. i want to see how wet you are for me.”

you moved your legs open for him, your feet coming to rest on the side of the rock, knees bent. Negan pulled your dress up to bunch around your torso, he yanked the top of it down, exposing your tits to the cold forest air. he grasped one in his hand, flicking your nipple, giving it a harsh slap afterwards. you yelped at the pleasurable pain of it, your breathing becoming ragged and unsteady. moving your panties to the side again as he had before, he gathered saliva and spat right on your core, the dirtiness of the action causing you to moan. giving a slap to your pussy, you whimpered at the pain that shot through your chest, head thrown back before he threw your leg over his shoulder, pulling your head back by your hair to meet his eyes.

“none of that doll, i want you to look at me while i stretch this pretty pussy out. look at it squeezing for me, begging for me.”

Negan hardened his grasp on your leg, holding on to it, he released your hair to run a finger up your pussy, your juices collecting on them as he bought them up to his mouth, sucking on them.

“you taste fucking divine princess, i’d eat this pretty little pussy all day but you don’t deserve that do you? you need putting in your place, this ain’t meant to be enjoyable for you, now is it?”

he lined up at your opening, letting no time go to waste before he entered you, filling you up to the hilt. you softly moaned when his hips snapped against yours, tightening yourself around his length, the pleasure nearly too much for you to handle. your back scraping against the uncomfortable rock, knowing you’d have cuts afterwards but you were too focused on the situation at hand.

“goddamn princess, absolutely squeezing me, this is what you wanted isn’t it. you may not respect my lifestyle but you couldn’t wait for me to teach you a fucking lesson could you?”

you could only moan, his hand that wasn’t on your leg coming down to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing down on your windpipe, restricting your breathing. it would have scared you, but in a funny way you trusted Negan to guide you through the experiment of a intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

his thrusts built up in not only speed but aggression as well, your body contorted into a curve as he pulled you to meet your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, biting on your lower lip as his hand still wrapped your throat. your arms gripping onto his broad shoulders, pressing down your nails into his tanned skin.

“i can feel how wet you are, you slut. come on princess, i want to feel you soak my fucking cock.”

your mind was hazy, absolutely cock-drunk from this man, never had you had such pleasure in your marriage, never realising how much the thought of being used would light such a unknown fire inside you.

“nega-negan i’m going to cum, please, can i cum?” you begged, your voice almost stopped as he rammed into you, the pressure on your throat causing your begging to come out as a broken set of words. the thought of something or someone coming along and seeing your sisters husband and you in such a precarious position made your mind run at a thousand miles a hour.

“go on you slut, come all over my cock, i wanna see those pretty eyes roll back into that empty fucking head of yours.”

that was all the permission you needed as you let yourself go, your body trembling, overwhelming pleasure as the shame of what you just allowed your sisters husband to do to you washed over your brain. it was the first time you’d ever squirted in your life, your juices dripping over Negan’s cock as he followed close behind you to his own release.

he came himself with a loud grunt, small whimper mixed in as well. “yeah, let me fill that tight pussy up, want myself dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day princess.”

he let go of your throat, you both trying to catch your breath, your task being harder than his as his choking had almost cut off your circulation. he leaned against your leg, watching as his seed started to slowly spill out of you, laughing at the sight.

“that is fucking gorgeous, look at that! have you learnt your lesson doll?” you weakly nodded, your eyes meeting his.

maybe you could stretch to a couple more visits a year.

[rickgrimesgfx]

guys..

i have something pretty inappropriate to say xx

[lanadelnegan]

Warnings: all 18+ and contain smut. minors DNI.

Negan Smith

Oneshots:

Daddy Issues - stepdad!Negan

Smarty Pants - Negan shows his appreciation after you explain how to make a bullet.

Down Bad - Coach Negan x F!Reader

Video Games - giving Negan head while he plays video games

Knock Knock - DeadCity!Negan fucks you while Maggie is gone on a run

Our Little Cabin - Cowboy era Negan takes your virginity

My Girl - Rick's oldest daughter, y/n, loses her virginity to Negan

Pretty in Pink - Negan can't resist you in your little pink skirt

You Belong to Me - Negan x Male Reader

Vampire - Negan eats you out while you're on your period

Keep Me Warm - Public sex with Negan in Alexandria

Two In One - Negan x Reader x Simon threesome

Cherry - Negan ‘pops your cherry’

The Notebook - movie night with Negan (fluff)

Multi-chapter:

Lip Gloss - Prisoner!Negan falls for a girl at Alexandria. (complete)

My Past, My Future - Negan x Reader x Daryl / love triangle (complete)

Crush - gym teacher negan x student reader (complete)

Tattoo - Teacher!Negan gives his student a tattoo. (complete)

Ghost - Negan x Glenn'sSister!Reader (complete)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Oneshots:

Wildest Dreams - Your celeb crush makes your dreams come true when you meet him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Jealousy, Jealousy - Your boyfriend, Jeffrey, can't control his jealousy when he sees another man hit on you at the bar.

Love at First Sight - you ask Jeffrey a question at a walking dead panel that leads to the memory of a lifetime.

The Feeling Was Mutual - quickie in the elevator with your co-star JDM.

Multi-chapter:

One Night Stand - Denny Duquette era Jeffrey has a one night stand with his costar. (in progress)

Denny Duquette

Oneshots:

Cardiac Arrest - You give your favorite patient special treatment

[liliesdiary]

♡ The Walking Dead Moodboards ♡

♡ Rick Grimes Moodboards ♡

Psycho Rick x Psycho Girl

Rick Grimes & The Nymphe

Rick Grimes x Young Doll

Psycho Rick Hunts You Down

Rick Grimes x Farm Girl

The Cowboy & His Girl

Rick Grimes & His Angel

Rick Grimes x Negan's Top Solider

La Leçon Particulière

You Give Me Heartburn

I'm a Brooklyn Baby

Living Sex Doll

The Cowboy & His Wife

Mornings With Rick Grimes

Rick Grimes x His Fairy Girl

The River Nymphe That Haunts Rick Grimes

Rick Grime's Christmas Present

Rick Grime's Spoiled Princess

His Strawberry Girl

The Perfect Life

Picnic Day With His Perfect Wife

Rick's Sweet Cherry Pie

♡ Shane Walsh Moodboards ♡

I Got Sweet Taste For Men Who Are Older

Living Sex Doll

Shane x Greene Farm Girl

His Submissive Wife

♡ Daryl Dixon Moodboards ♡

Daryl Dixon's First Love

Daryl Dixon x The Mermaid

Daryl Dixon x His Bunny Girl

Daryl Dixon x His Bambi Girl

Young Daryl Dixon x Cherry Girl

Daryl Dixon's Cinnamon Girl

The River Nymphe That Haunts Daryl Dixon

Smoke Sesh With Darryl Dixon

You Look Lonely, I Can Fix That

Daryl Dixon's Living Sex Doll

Daryl x Alt Girl

Daryl Dixon x Strawberry Girl

You're My Addiction

Pinkmas With Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon's Little Bunny

Daryl Dixon x Religious Girl

Miss America

Put Me In A Movie

Fatherhood

♡ Father Gabriel Moodboards ♡

Father Gabriel x Religious Girl

♡ Negan Smith Moodboards ♡

The Woman That Makes Negan Bow

The Devil is A Woman

Negan x Harley Quinn

♡ Eugene Porter Moodboards ♡

His Sweet Southern Girl

♡ Beth Greene Moodboards ♡

Surviving The Apocalypse With Beth Greene

[nicole-timey-wimey-stuff]

Masterlist

~Negan Smith~

~Pretty little letters ( Mini Series)~

Dads best friend AU, After leaving college you decide to take a year travelling the country, after promising your dad to write to him, Negan asks if you can write to him too, feelings come out in the end.

Part 1

Part 2 (complete )

~ It’s always been you (2 part mini series)~

Developing a crush on your dads best friend as a teenager, slowly morphs into something deeper as you grow up. When your husband upsets you, lines blur and feelings arise you’ll either burn your life to the ground, or you’ll get everything you’ve ever wanted since you were 17.

Part 1

Part 2

~ I’ll never let this go

Negan, during his redemption arc. There’s always been something about you, even when he first met you at Alexandria to collect ‘payment’ he knew he couldn’t ever do something to hurt you. After his empire falls and his life resides to the four walls of his cell, his soft spot morphs into a friendship that all too quickly on his side turns into deep feelings. Feelings that are in his mind definitely unrequited, how could you ever love a monster? But when you’re hurt everything bubbles up to the surface.

Fuzzy Socks - stepdad Negan x reader

~Joel Miller~

Light it up -Dbf Joel No outbreak AU!! An idea came to mind about Joel regretting saying something that leads to her ending things, then sitting by his phone, frantically pulling it out everytime it buzzes. Praying it’s her, telling him she misses him back, he basically becomes a mess.

My Heart is yours -When Joel leaves you heartbroken in a apocalypse, you go out on your own only to run into a hot headed archer, who turns your world around.

Southern & Slow - short (ish) drabble based on Luke Bryan's song southern and slow, or in other words lazy Sunday mornings with our southern cowboy!

Who’s afraid of little old me! Angst and heartbreak I’m sorry! Happy ending with Spencer Reid though!

~Love and Pipelines mini (series)~

The reader is a competitive surfer, when she is invited to compete at Pipeline Hawaii, the man who she's fallen for offers to accompany her, the only problem is he's her dads best friend!

Part 1

Part 2 (coming soon)

Part 3

~Daryl Dixon~

My Heart is yours - When Joel Miller leaves you heartbroken in a apocalypse, you go out on your own only to run into a hotheaded archer, who turns your world around.

It still isn’t over

Story based on the film/ book The Notebook, young Daryl Dixon x fem reader.

No outbreak au where the reader is from a privileged background, when she visits her country summer home she meets a boy who turns her whole world upside down.

~Somewhere only we know~ (Series)

No outbreak and modern ish day AU (set in 2007-2010 era) Reader moves to the Georgia mountains, to live with her dad for her final year of school, as her mum is going travelling with her new husband. She meets a shy redneck boy with a tragic background, who immediately captures her heart.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (coming soon)

I choose us every time

Where an artistic surfer girl, falls in love with a southern boy with a rough past.

~Sam Winchester~

Fix you - Soulmate AU with Sammy, based on the coldplay song Fix You. Where the reader uses her soulmate bond with Sam to help fix the damage Lucifer has inflicted.

~Spencer Reid~

Mini Series Science & Magic

Science and magic - (on hiatus), I need to rewatch these shows) Criminal minds and agents of shield crossover, when an inhuman reader meets the genius Spencer Reid.

Who’s afraid of little old me after your dad’s best friend breaks your heart, you find love again in Spencer Reid.

~Lord Alfred Debling (Bridgerton)~

It was enchanting to meet you

[wolfish-nightmares]

TWD Masterlist

Rick Grimes: 

Series: 

Mutt - Dausky Hybrid!reader x Rick

Stuck in the Middle - Believing her husband is dead, Lori begins to fall for you and when Rick seemingly comes back from the dead, he can’t help but fall too. 

Tattered Hearts - cowboy!rick x werewolf!reader

Oneshots:

Get Out of Jail Free Card - Rick hates when you go outside the prison, so he never lets you go on runs. After getting tired of being left in the prison all the time, you decided it was time to pull the ultimate card.

9 to 5 - You like to listen to music when you do your early morning outside chores, sometimes you dance too and sometimes Rick likes to watch.

Target Practice - Rick and Daryl are tasked with teaching you how to shoot but much like Carol, you already know how.

Stale M&Ms - Rick and Michonne have noticed your mood changing and they’ve decided to do something about it. 

Glenn Rhee: 

Series: 

The Sun, the Moon and the Stars -  You looked at Maggie and Glenn like they hung the moon and stars and to them, you were their shining sun. Everyone else could see the way you all looked at each other, but why couldn’t you? 

Oneshots: 

Brown is Warm - Your dying wish is to look into the warm brown eyes of your loving boyfriend one last time. 

Pizza Boy - After arriving in Alexandria, you recognize a familiar face. 

Daryl Dixon: 

Series: 

The Adventures of Grumpy and Sunshine - 

Oneshots: 

Possum - When the mysterious man gutting the possum on the front porch won’t tell you his name, you decide to call him by a rather unusual nickname

Target Practice - Rick and Daryl are tasked with teaching you how to shoot but much like Carol, you already know how.

Guitar Hero - Can Country and Metal go together? You’d like to think so.

I See You - 

Carl Grimes: 

Series: 

Coming Soon

Oneshots:

Coming Soon

Negan Smith:  

Series: 

Coming Soon

Oneshots: 

Run Rabbit Run - Negan enjoys hunting and his prey of choice is you. 

Shane Walsh: 

Series: 

Coming Soon

Oneshots: 

Grease Never Hurt Nobody - You and Shane discuss foods you have missed.

Beth Greene: 

Series: 

Yellow - The hands of fate can be cruel but somehow in this broken world, you found your color yellow.

Oneshots: 

Love You for a Lifetime - You were in love with her from the moment you met her, but you couldn’t truly love her until the end.

Maggie Greene:

Series: 

The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars - You looked at Maggie and Glenn like they hung the moon and stars and to them, you were their shining sun. Everyone else could see the way you all looked at each other, but why couldn’t you?

Oneshots: 

Cat and Mouse - You and Maggie have been friends since high school and while your feelings for Maggie may have changed, your terrible pick-up lines didn’t.

Sweeter Than Honey - Maggie loves your honey but she loves your kisses even more. 

Cowboy Cassanova - You’ve got a particular way of flirting, especially with Maggie. 

Michonne: 

Series: 

Coming Soon

Oneshots: 

Headhunter - After the prison falls, Michonne meets you, another sword wielder.

Stale M&Ms - Rick and Michonne have noticed your mood changing and they’ve decided to do something about it. 

Carol: 

Series: 

Coming Soon

Oneshots: 

Applesauce? - The newcomers to Alexandria look wild and dangerous but you can’t help yourself from falling head over heels for Carol and her cookies.

Andrea: 

Series:

Coming Soon

Oneshots: 

Cheshire Grin - You and that stupid Cheshire grin always find a way to pull Andrea in.

Burning House - As you spend the last few moments with your girlfriend, you reminisce on the memories of your time together. 

Tara: 

Series: 

Coming Soon

Oneshots: 

Coming Soon

Rosita: 

Series: 

Coming Soon

Oneshots: 

Coming Soon

Sasha: 

Series: 

Coming Soon

Oneshots: 

Coming Soon

Lori Grimes: 

Series: 

Stuck in the Middle - Believing her husband is dead, Lori begins to fall for you and when Rick seemingly comes back from the dead, he can’t help but fall for you too. 

Oneshots:

Coming Soon 

The Group: 

Series: 

Wild Thing - How do you bring someone back to humanity? How do you right the wrongs? How do you teach a wild thing?

Polaroid - Every picture tells a story and you have some of the best to tell.

Game of Survival - With no other choice, you must learn to play this new game of survival.

Oneshots: 

Uno! - After finding the prison, you decide it’s the perfect time for a little group bonding. 

Final Death - You get killed by walkers during the prison sirens. When the group begins clearing out the prison, they find you again and finally put you to rest.

Walker or Human? - Living blind in the apocalypse is not an easy task but you’re a quick learner. 

Name Pending - You find a kitten on a run and are now tasked with the difficult job of naming it.

Death Pending

[smutinlove]

You were my light

Carl Grimes x Reader

Warnings: A little angsty, mentions of death, slight torture (not really), mentions of blood, slight small description of blood, carl grimes being a jackass (sorry baes), a little violence, gun mentions, use of knife (chill y'all), mentions of character death, ugh sad sad sad, depressing shit ig, kidnapping (it's.... hot... if carl does it), sadness (????) 🤨

☽ Author's note☾ I'm writing this for fun cause I'm bored. Oh, my God! How shocking! I know. Right?? Tell me how it is. PLEASE. Anyway. Show some love by reblogging and liking it. <3 This is made by me just like all my other fics are. DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.

Thank you to everyone who reads this!

[I think I might even make this into a small little series.]

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

Part 4 is here

Part 5 is here

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Summary - The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

❝ There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did ❞

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Lucille Smith used to say, "You can find light in the darkest places." It wasn't a lie, it was a bit complicated for you, Y/N Smith, to understand. "Mom, what does that even mean?" You asked.

"Oh, sweetheart, why don't you go upstairs and find that book you like? We could read it together." Lucille, your mother, suggested.

"Okay," You gave a sweet smile before rushing upstairs.

There was a box full of books. After almost an hour of searching, you finally found it.

You ran downstairs, "Mom, I found it—"

≿━━༺❀༻━━≾

You walked through the woods, in desperate need of some fresh air. After Rick killed Negan, your father, you were so tired of everything. Hell, you almost thought of 'offing yourself.'

Negan, no matter how cruel he could be, he was still your father, you still cried almost every time you thought about him. It had been six years since your father died. Shit...

You were alone like always. It was peaceful but it could be sad sometimes.

As you were walking through the woods, you heard a twig snap.

You took out your gun and pointed it in every possible direction. It was a walker. Instead of shooting, you unsheathed your knife and jammed it into the skull of a walker. You took the knife out, and a bit of Walker blood got on your white t-shirt, but, hey, who would care anyway?

"Nice, what are you? A fucking dumbass? Wandering by yourself? All happy and shit." A voice said from behind you. "What?" You raised your gun and turned around. "Who the hell—"

≿━━༺❀༻━━≾

And now you found yourself with a bag over your head. You couldn't breathe, it felt like the world had ended. Maybe, you were in hell. You killed so many innocent people. Maybe, it was them who took you away. Maybe they were gonna torture you and then slowly kill you.

The bag over your head was taken off. Your hands were tied behind your back. A familiar-looking boy was standing in front of you.

The boy was wearing a cowboy hat, which was the first thing you noticed when you first saw him in the lineup.

He had one eye, which you already knew. But it was unknown to you how he lost it. "You're pretty. What's your name?" He asked.

But you remained silent. This boy was familiar. He...

He was Rick Grimes' son. Carl Grimes.

Carl smiled. "Not a talker, 'ey?" He chuckled. "That's fine until I beat it outta you." He laughed.

To him, you looked familiar. But he couldn't figure out who you were exactly.

Carl laughed, "God, you are so cute, ain't ya?" He placed a hand on your cheek. "Look at me, sweetheart. Oh, you are a pretty little thing, aren't ya?"

You looked away. You didn't know this man well. Why? Why would he talk to you like you were his lover or whatever?

"Talk." He demanded. You wouldn't budge.

He slapped you, "Talk, now." He demanded.

Carl turned around, "Daryl will be rougher. And right now, I'm just being nice. Very nice. Now, what's your name, sweetheart?" He asked once again.

"Y/N," you reluctantly answered. Then, it hit him. He figured out who you were and now had an angry expression on his face. Why did your dad have to kill so many people, especially those two men?

"Cute. Why were you out there?" He asked. "Stop," you muttered. "Why should I stop, hm? Scared, sweetie?" He taunted. You looked up at him and tilted your head, "No. But you should be. 'Cause after I get free, I will kill you, you motherless son of a bitch!" He chuckled and grabbed you by your shirt. "Oh, sweet. A girl is threatening me." His laugh sent shivers down your spine. It was as if he didn't even care about your threats or how annoying and uncooperative you had been. It was as if he was used to this. "You know what?" "What?" "I'll be back, and you better start talking. Otherwise, you'll never see the sun ever again. But," of course, there was a 'but.' "Maybe, you'll join your daddy in hell, Y/N Smith." He smirked and left. It felt horrible. God, it was one of the most hurtful things he had said. And now, you promised yourself that you would kill Carl Grimes. No matter what, you will kill him.

...

Part 2?

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Super Dead

Super Dead https://ift.tt/0nWcLvZ by DyslexicZooted02 yo first fanfic writing my accounts name says all and plz be nice thx ;) may or not be lore accurate got shitty memory and I'm at war with another writer plz give kudos so I win dean and Sam end up in the Twd universe shit happens and I'm putting them in the line up ;) Words: 1601, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Rick Grimes, Negan Smith, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Morgan Jones, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene, Gabriel, Jesus (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Carol Peletier, Rosita Espinosa, Eugene Porter, Abraham Ford, Dwight (Walking Dead), Simon (Walking Dead), Sasha Williams (Walking Dead), Michonne (Walking Dead), Judith Grimes, Rowena MacLeod, Azazel (Supernatural), Walkers (Walking Dead) Relationships: Rick Grimes & Negan Smith & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Rick Grimes & Dean Winchester, Rick Grimes & Sam Winchester, Rick Grimes/Negan Smith, Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Crossover, The Walking Dead References, Supernatural Elements, Explicit Language, Negan Smith Being Negan Smith, Negan Smith Has a Crush on Rick Grimes, dean like ricks cowboy aesthetic, Zombie Apocalypse, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Rick Grimes Needs a Hug, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt Sam Winchester, I'm Bad At Tagging, I Was High When I Wrote This, dyslexic writer via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/wPCYBTX May 28, 2024 at 07:21AM

[lunajay33]

Save a Horse🍂

Summary: Wandering around in the apocalypse was hell until you came across a a ranch, finding a injured horse you helped it finding the owner and things getting a little heated with an older cowboy

Pairing: Cowboy Negan Smith x f!reader

Warning: Age gap, reader is in 20s Negan is mid 40s, p in v, praise, virginity lose

Inspired by @lanadelnegan stories🤎

•Masterlist•

The apocalypse hit and everything happened so fast, I was with my family at our farm for some time watching the news, listening to the horror stories on the radio, we thought that we could go unscathed since we hadn’t been affected and that all the food and water we needed was on our land but all that changed one night when a hoard of walkers ran down our farm, my parents were first trying to fight of the walkers, quickly being ripped apart their screams still lingered in my head whenever I thought about them, then it was my two sisters trying to flee but got surrounded taking them down as well, I was lucky enough to get to my truck finding an opening in the walkers and driving away from my home, leaving me all alone on the road

Now it’s been 2 years going from place to place just trying to survive, to find a reason to keep living in this cruel world, I’ve been able to dodge as many walkers as I can, that wasn’t the main problem anymore, the food shortage was what dwindled my hope

My truck had broke down a while back so now I’ve just been wandering on foot, walking through the trees trying to get some shade from Georgia summer heat when I hear a groan and thud, I follow the direction of the whines on a left of what have might caused it, walkers, people, god knows what now a days

Rounding a tree I see a horse laying down on the ground, I approached slowly not wanting to spook it having experience with horses back on the farm, kneeling in front of it petting its soft black mane

“Hey girl, what are you doing out here all alone?” She didn’t look injured she was laying down fine, maybe she just got hot it was one of the hottest days I’ve ever lived in even in Georgia

I took out one of the bottles of water I found poring some of it over her face to help cool her down then poring the rest in a bowl I had in my bag and she was quick to drink it

After some time I stood up taking her lead rope trying to get her to stand up, I couldn’t leave her here all alone for some walkers to eat her alive maybe she came from somewhere near by

Walking through the trees she would occasionally change our course more like she was leading me than I was her until we got to a break in the trees, a ranch in perfect condition, a few horses grazing the field, little sheep’s hoping around, a chicken coop and a cozy little cabin like house right in the middle of the land, a brown bronco truck parked out front

Opening the gate, closing it behind me and the horse so the other animals wouldn’t get out like she did somehow, when a deep voice stopped me in my tracks

“See ya brought Missy back, been wondering where she went off to” coming down the porch steps was a older man, cowboy hat, white shirt, blue jeans and boots, maybe it was the lack of human contact or even interactions but damn was he fine, I didn’t realize he was right infront of me till he cleared his throat breaking me out of my oogling

“Oh yeah, I found her out in the woods she must had heat exhaustion so I gave her some water” my stomach feels like it’s in knots, I haven’t felt like this in so long, he’s said a few words and I’m entranced by him

“A nice and pretty girl might just have to keep ya around darling” he smirked making my knees weak, but I still have my values I’m not just going to jump his bones even though the urge is so strong

“Oh I mean if you’re able to take me in I’ll earn my keep, help around the farm, anything I just…..I can’t stay out there alone any longer” I said praying he’d give me a chance, some hope

“Ya sure you know what you’re doing around a farm?” He asked as he looked me up and down, lingering on my chest

“I grew up on a farm, I know what I’m doing”

“Hmmm well come on in, see where you can stay” I let Missy go so she could run off with the others, following him inside, it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, cute kitchen, wooden accents around the house, he kept walking down a hallways till he stopped at a room waiting for me to go in first, it was cozy, I don’t care if this place was trashy as long as I can be stress free and have someone to keep me company

“You like it?” He asked from the doorway

“I love it, thank you” I said as I sit on the bed letting out a long awaited sigh

“How long were you out there?”

“I don’t know time is hard to keep track of out there, maybe 2 years”

“Damn girl, 2 years did you atleast have someone out there?”

“My farm fell early taking my family with it when the walkers came, so it’s just been me until now”

He gave me a pitiful look it made the blood rush to my cheeks

“Come on darlin, supper should be done, should get some food in you” he said waving me out of the room and Im quick to follow him to the kitchen where I sit at the table as he dishes up some food, fresh food something I haven’t had in well forever it feels like

He sits across from me at the table taking his hat of showing his dark brown hair streaked with some grey, biting my lip to stop myself from fantasizing about running my hands through his hair, pulling on it as I feel his beard scratch against my legs

“So what’s your name darlin, like to call you something other than sweet names” he smirks obviously realizing my constant leering but he didn’t make it easy

“I’m fine with your little names but it’s y/n”

“You got a spark still considering how long you’ve been out there, how old are you even?”

“20 you?”

“Let’s just say I’m old enough to be your father”

“Not a problem for me” I said under my breath

A few weeks went by and I did what I said, working hard around the farm, waking up early to collect eggs from the chicken coop, feeding the horses and sheep, picking any ripe berries from the garden all before he was even up, no different from today, I laid berries on our plates and scrambled some eggs finishing right when he comes out of his room, scruffy hair, boxers and a black tank top showing off his tattoos, yes I earned my keep but the tension between us was growing stronger and stronger everyday, every touch, every long night of staying up talking I have to do something about it

“Morning Negan sleep well?” I asked as he sat across from me, our usual spots since that first day

“Great darlin, would’ve been better if you were next to me all night” he smirked, he’d do this tease me and act like it was nothing but it was something to me especially when I’d stay up late at night touching myself thinking of the things he’d say

“Negan you’re driving me crazy you know that” I said chomping on a strawberry

“You think I don’t hear you?”

“What?” My face flushed, please god don’t let it be what I think it is

“At night, when you think I’m fast asleep, I hear you moaning my name, whimpering when you can’t make yourself finish” he said his voice getting deeper as he leaned further across the table

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I gotta go……..go clean up the hay” I said flustered and completely embarrassed standing up and leaving the house to the barn

OH MY GOD this is so embarrassing, he’s heard me touch my self to him what is wrong with me, it’s only been a week and I can’t control myself, maybe because he’s everything I want, strong sexy makes my knees weak and panties wet, plus I have so much pent up sexual frustration, growing up on a farm and not being allowed to date led to me now, a horny 20 year old fantasizing about a man who generously gave me shelter and food, I’m a mess, a horny mess that wants to ride this man all day long

I get to the barn pitchforking any loose straw back into the pile trying to figure out what I’m suppose to do now, how do I face him again after he’s heard me moan his name

“I can hear your crazy thoughts from here darling” I look to the barn door seeing him dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, his cowboy hat and a brown plaid

“I can’t take it anymore Negan, obviously you know that now, please just……..”

“Just what baby?” He asks his voice deeper again as he gets closer gripping my waist, his hands alone engulfing me

“Just touch me”

He leans down grabbing the back of my thighs lifting me to straddle his hips, my arms wrapped around his shoulders now face to face

“You sure you can handle this sweetheart?”

“I need it, I need you to fuck me please I’ve been so good” I say as he litters my neck with sloppy kisses

“You have, such a good girl for me, guess you deserve a big reward for that” he smirks as he squeezes my ass, laying my down in the hay pile

“Fuck you got me so hard, you know how hard it was to not bust into your room hearing your sweet moans just begging for me to plow this pussy?” He grips the bottom of my sundress hauling it off over my head leaving me in just my panties, my tits completely exposed

Hearing him groan as his hands roam my body, from my hips up my stomach to caress my tits rubbing his thumbs over them making my panties even more soaked

“That feels so good, doesn’t feel like this *fuck* when I try” I whimper my body feeling like it’s on fire

“No one ever make you feel good darling?” He says as he leaves kitten licks against my nipples feeling like lighting shooting from them to my clit, trying to grind against his thigh between my legs

“No, no one’s ever…..”

“No ones ever touched you, you’re a virgin?” He continues to suck hickeys down my stomach stopping at the hem of my panties

“Only you” I moan needing more

“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel good baby” he removed everything he’d wearing going to throw his hat in the pile of clothes but is top him

“Stop!……keep it on”

“You like cowboys? Wanna take a ride?” He smirks as he pulls down my panties leaving us both naked

“I mean I did save your horse, it’s only right to ride the cowboy” I say as I flip him over to straddle his hips, his dick standing big thick and prominent, he’s really gonna stretch me out good

“Oh ya it’s only right” he laughs squeezing my hips hard as he helps me move them back and forth grinding on his dick getting it wet

“I need it please”

“Take your time darling” he says as he lifts me up so I’m hovering right above him feeling his tip gently pushing against me

I slowly push down feeling the pressure and stretch, it hurt god it was way bigger than my two fingers

“Fuck baby you’re so tight” he grunts

“Is it…….is it all in, you’re so big I don’t know if I can take much more” I moan uncontrollably, all this sexual frustration finally breaking free

“Just a little more, come on be a good girl and take it” he helps push me down the rest of the way till I feel his skin flush against my clit

I sigh I relief that I got it all in but the sting isn’t pleasant

“Take your time cowgirl, wanna get you nice and stretched before you try and ride your cowboy” he laughs as he sits up kissing my neck again and rubbing my clit to help distract the pain

“God I can’t wait” I say gripping his shoulders as I start moving up and down, slowly at first feeling him deeper and deeper each time

“Fuck baby this pussy is gonna be the death of me” I take his hat putting it on holding it with one hand just like I would when riding a mechanical bull, bouncing and gyrating fast and harder and deeper feeling him hit that spot where it makes me see stars and screaming his name over and over as I feel that tension build up in my lower stomach

“Come on cowgirl, cum on my dick, make yourself cum, let it out” he says meeting my thrusts over and over driving even deeper

My hearing goes fuzzy feeling like my whole body is lit up with pleasure, it’s never felt this good before doing it by myself, soon feeling a warm liquid shoot up inside me, dripping down in between us making a sticky hot mess

Coming back down to earth from that mind blowing orgasm I feel his hands roaming up and down my back, his chest pressed against mine

“Did I do it right” I moan biting my lip slowly grinding on him

“Damn darling, that was the best fuck of my life, yeah you did it right, look great doing it to, could get us to this” he says laying back in the hay hands behind his head

I sat up feeling him slide out whining when he popped out his cum dripping onto the hay as I lean down against his chest

“I want more”

“Damn baby girl, they were right good girls really are the most frustrated”

We spent the rest of the day in the barn, him taking me in every position imaginable, everyone better than the last until we were exhausted and my pussy ached so good

“Glad you found my horse that day”

“Me too Negan”

I want this man desperately damn, I’m newish to writing this kind of story so if you got any tips lmk

[ophelia-jones]

New Hope wasn't as big as Cheyenne or any of the other towns that had grown closer to the railway, but it had its charm.  There was a general store for dry goods and clothing, and in one corner of the store was where the chemist dealt in his cures and remedies. There was, of course, the barber's shop which doubled as the local surgeon. They had a gunsmith, a jail, a church, a schoolhouse, and a stagecoach station which served as a newsagent and telegraph office. There was a small bank, a trading post for furs, and the a restaurant . 

Then we're of course the staples of the western Cowtown, a gambling saloon, a pool hall, an Inn, and Lena Blackburn's dance hall. It was what one might call a high-class bordello. If you wanted a guaranteed fast and easy woman who'd fulfill a lonely cowboy's needs for a dollar this wasn't the place for you. There was a row of shabby houses outside of town for the 'soiled doves'. 

No, Miss Lena's was a place where men would come for good company, hard liquor, music, and dancing. The women were pretty, and if the men were respectful and had enough coin the girls may just provide services beyond a dance and a few laughs. They were not obligated by Miss Lena to do so - though of course they paid a commission to her for each evening's work and it was easier to earn that by allowing a man to hire them for some private attention.

Lena was proud to boast not only a luxuriously furnished facility and the best music around, but she even offered hot baths for the cowboy fresh in from the trail.  This was, perhaps, more for herself and her girls than the men but it was a popular service nonetheless.

The only other place in town that offered a bath was the inn attached to the stagecoach station, and you had to let a room for the whole night to have the privilege of using that bath. 

It was fine for the respectable women who would rather die than be seen near Lena's place, but most men preferred to pay a quarter and soak within earshot of the piano and the sound of friendly chatter or song.

So while the respectable women looked down their noses at Lena Blackburn, she only felt pity for them. 

Truth be told Lena couldn't see the appeal of being a respectable woman in the first place. They seemed to have dull, joyless lives of toil. They cared for their husbands, their children, and their houses and often helped with the livestock as well. They were required to go to church every Sunday and say the right things to the right people. Worst of all, if the men who liked their pillow talk were to be believed, they weren't allowed to enjoy sex. It was to be tolerated, the men were to quickly fulfill the need to distribute their 'seed' and its sole purpose was for procreation. 

An obligation to carry children was perhaps the worst thing she could imagine. 

On this particular day, when Lena emerged from her room, she found the parlor a clamor with the news of another stagecoach robbery. This one not twenty miles from here, and its occupants had been inbound for New Hope. Perhaps even more exciting to the women already dressed in their finest, brightest colored gowns for an evening of entertaining, there was a notorious gambler and known gunslinger aboard the coach. 

Lena did not join in the conversation but listened keenly, hoping to piece together the truth of the tale despite the many different versions which had already begun to spread.

"Miss Lena, you look lovelier than a spring meadow this evening," a velvety voice purred from the doorway. She did not need to turn to see who her early arrival was, she would recognize that voice from her grave. It would probably still wake the butterflies in her belly, even then.

"Mr. Smith," she replied without turning to face him. She did not need him to see the smile his presence brought to her face.

"Negan, please. You know me too well to be so formal, Lena. I mean, I don't know how we could know one another better," he grinned as she turned to look up into his deep hazel eyes. There was something about the way he gazed down at her that was mesmerizing. It made her feel like a cornered animal, but in the most delicious way.

"Negan, then. Whiskey?" she offered, gesturing to the bar.

"I'll take that in the bath, today. And I will require a little assistance if you're free." he reached up with the back of his fingers to stroke her soft, pale cheek.

"I'm not presently occupied, but I'm never free, darling," she replied, her face angled up toward his coyly. Negan grinned at her, her favorite devilish grin. He wrinkled his nose and bit his lip; as he did and let out a throaty chuckle.

"No, I suppose not," he murmured. Just then, one of her girls walked in to investigate the source of the chatter in the foyer and smiled when she saw Negan, who flashed her a smile and a wink.

"Whitney, are the baths full and the warmers below them lit?" Lena asked the woman, who confirmed that the two bathtubs were ready for bathing. 

"I have some lovely lavender soap in my room I received as a gift. It came all the way from France, or so he said. I'll meet you in the bathhouse shortly, go ahead and make yourself comfortable," Lena said to Negan, ignoring the disappointment on Whitney's face.

Negan was a favorite customer, known for paying well and having a variety of appetites which rarely left his partner bored or dissatisfied. As proprietor of the business, however, it was Lena's right to pick and choose her customers. She often chose to service Negan herself.

Negan was undressed and resting comfortably in the warm, fragrant water with his head back and eyes closed. He was thinking he might call into the barbershop for a shave when the door opened. He didn't open his eyes but he smiled in anticipation of Lena's tender attentions. 

"That was quick, are we feeling a bit eager today?" he asked playfully.

"Not particularly, acushla. Though I am in dire need of a washing,' came the reply from an unfamiliar voice with a lilting Irish accent. Negan's eyes snapped open and he sat up straight, reaching for the sidearm he had on a table close at hand.

The stranger smiled at him, her steel blue eyes reflecting the soft light from the lanterns. She had a mass of unruly red curls which fell over her shoulders as she removed her hat and hung it on the hook beside the door, then removed her duster and hung it there as well. 

She was a tiny little thing, maybe 5'2" by Negan's estimation, with pearlescent white skin, spattered here and there with light freckles. She reminded him of a sprite or other fairytale imp. She removed her empty holsters and boots as he watched, stupified.

"What… who ARE you?" he demanded. She most certainly was not one of Lena's ladies, not dressed like some reject from Wild Bill's wild west show; though she was undressing with no modesty whatsoever. 

"Kate Byrne, and you, if I'm right, are exactly the man I came to New Hope to find, Mr. Smith." she had shed her blouse now, revealing a pair of small but perfectly shaped breasts, also spattered with freckles and peaked with the lightest pink buds of nipples he had ever seen. 

He was finding it a challenge to remain focused on the matter at hand - finding out who this woman was and what she wanted from him.

"Well, Kate Byrne if you're looking for Negan you've certainly found him," Negan informed her, not bothering to hide the way his eyes washed over her body. He had meant to say something clever but found himself at a loss for words as she slipped out of her skirt to reveal a lovely round ass. The only thing she wore now was a thigh holster with a derringer which was not a particularly dangerous gun at any distance - but up close, as the tubs were - could still be deadly if used right. She turned to see him.     staring at the gun.

"Oh, don't ye worry, I'm not here to kill you. Certainly not like this. I have some respect for fellow gamblers, and wouldn't shoot a man with his willie out for all the world to see unless he deserved it. Do you deserve it, Negan?" she asked, standing at the foot of the bath facing him.

"Depends who you ask," he told her with a smirk. The sound of her voice saying his name made his already stiffening cock jump. She laughed at his response and placed one delicate foot up on the edge of his tub as she removed her thigh holster, and Negan was no shyer about examining the fiery hair between her legs than she was shy about showing it off.

The holster was placed on the table beside the unoccupied bath, she slipped into the water with a sigh. The tubs were close enough together that if Negan reached out with his long arm, he could touch this woman's shoulder. He refrained from touching but continued to stare.

"So if you aren't here to kill me, and you aren't one of Lena's women, why exactly are you here?" he inquired. His deep, slow tone was almost as silky as the perfumed water against her skin and Kate smiled as she dipped her head beneath the water. She wasn't one to seem too eager. Especially with a man like this.

When she emerged, her hair smoothed back away from her face, she leaned her head back against the tub, turning slightly to smile at Negan.

"For the sport. I came to see if you live up to your reputation at the tables," she told him finally.

"At the… you're a gambler?" he asked, the disbelief and amusement clear in his tone and written all over his expressive face.

"I'm a bit offended that you haven't heard of me, t'be truthful. Wildfire Kate Byrne?" she glanced to see if her nickname registered. Negan bit his tongue and smiled at her, shaking his head slightly to indicate he had not.

"Sorry, that took me so long," Lena was saying as she entered the bathhouse, a fancy bar of pretty purple soap alongside two shots of whisky on a tray. She stopped short when she saw the second tub was occupied, arching a pretty chestnut eyebrow at the scene.

"Miss Lena, this is Wildfire Kate. She's come to our modest little cow town to take me for everything I have at the faro tables." Negan introduced the woman with a smirk.  

"Including our private time, it would seem," Lena quipped.

"No, not at all! Have at it. I'm just washing the road dust off meself," Kate told them as she scrubbed with the simple bar of soap which was usually included in the price of a bath.  "I'm the firstborn of 13 children from a poor Irish family. Ma didn't make 13 of us in a one-room cottage without us knowing what a man and woman got up to from an early age." 

Negan laid his head back against the back of the tub and bellowed with laughter.

"You are SOMETHING?" he declared with a whistle as he shook his head at her.

"Or maybe I'll just call that bluff." His eyes flashed with lust at the thought, and Kate smiled as he licked his lips and let his mind wander.

"Just as long as I don't get charged for watching, ye won't hear a peep of complaint outta me," she said nonchalantly. Negan sucked his teeth as he pondered whether she was truly bluffing. Lena placed the tray across Negan's tub and moved to kneel beside him on the side opposite the firecracker who had burst in uninvited on what could have been a very long, very pleasant afternoon.  Lena had a feeling Negan's attention would be difficult to recapture now.

She lathered the soap and washed his chest and arms, up his neck and then down the back of it as he leaned forward to allow her access to wash his long lean back. He took his first shot and then grasped the second between two long fingers and reached across the gap between the tubs to give it to Kate.

"Bend an elbow?" he asked, and she accepted by throwing the nasty western liquor back without a grimace. 

"She can take her liquor too. My my my, you are FULL of surprises, aren't you?" Negan purred, bending his knees to allow Lena to scrub his legs. 

"This?" Kate said, lifting her empty glass, "This is mothers milk." 

Negan found himself more intrigued by the minute. Lena could feel just how intrigued he was as her hand dipped below the water to scrub his thighs. 

Kate stood and stretched, her milky skin glistening with water as she stepped out of the tub and dried herself off. Negan reached down and caught Lena's hand and guided it to grasp his throbbing cock, his eyes on the redhead as she dressed and excited the room with a wink.

Once she was gone, Negan lay his head back against the tub and closed his eyes. He hummed a note of approval in response to Lena's firm grasp and rapid strokes - she knew him well enough to know he was almost ready to come before she'd even touched him. He thrust his hips up into her fist and let out a low grunt, his lips parted slightly and eyes still closed tight. 

"Fuck, that was good. I really fucking needed that," Negan sat smiling for a moment, then rose from the tub.

"Damn, girl, looks like your evening just freed up. I'm going to spend the rest of mine over at the tables." 

Lena hid her frustration behind a sweet smile as Negan sat his payment down on the side table but she made a mental note to have a word with this Wildfire Kate about poaching her clientele.

[rickdickgrimes]

here you have a sketch of two gay boys that i got fed up with rq!! cute anyways? i'm not sure!

anyways read my regan/rigan/negick fic lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31364159/chapters/77558636

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Loving is Easy

Part 8: Just Friends

Negan Smith x Reader

Rick Grimes x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Reader explores a new kind of relationship with an old friend of the family.

Warnings: Language, a little angst

On Monday afternoon you found out that nothing in your life would be going back to normal any time soon. Rick approached you after the weekly meeting. He led you not to your office, but to his. You felt keenly aware of the side long looks you were getting all the way there.

You stepped inside ahead of him. He followed shutting the door behind him. The sight of the big wall of windows overlooking the North side of the city had you in awe at first. Then you became confused. Why would Rick want to come to your small office when he had this view? You turned to ask him just that, but instead were bewildered to find him invading your personal space.

His sky blue eyes were alight, his expression eager as his index finger and thumb settled just below you chin to tip your face up. Your eyes widened as he leaned down and kissed you.His lips pressed against yours. They molded to fit the contours of yours. The tip of his tongue quested past the seam of your lips. You parted them and allowed him to taste you. His tongue caressed yours, gliding slowly over, then under your own. His other hand snaked around your side.

He seemed to savor the little gasp that escaped your throat when he tugged you a couple of inches forward, pulling you against him. His hand drifted lower down your back. You drew away before it could become more intense.

He sat at the edge of his desk giving you a little more space, but took your hand in his.

"I thought about you all weekend. I couldn't wait to get here to see you today." The smokey quality of his voice made your face heat with pleasure.

"That was some 'Hello'."

He smiled gazing at you with such warmth that you found you had to look away.

"Go out with me."

You giggled at his over eager tone.

"When?"

"Whenever you want to." He lifted your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your palm. "I mean it. You just tell me when and I'll make it happen."

His alluring eyes were hypnotic. You found yourself lost in his gaze again.

"Well, I am going dancing with some friends Thursday night. Would you like to come along?"

He didn't even stop to consider it.

"Absolutely. Sounds like a good time."

"Will you stop by to pick me up at eight?" You asked letting him guide you back toward him.

"I'll be there." He promised.

••••••••••••••••••••••

Thursday night you dressed as close to the style Sasha had described of the night club as you could, with blue jeans, a white blouse and a pair of heels. Rick's eyes slid over you appreciatively as you got into his car.

You were surprised to see him dressed in a light blue button up shirt, a pair of wranglers and boots. It made you wonder if he frequented places like the one you were going to and you asked him as much.

"Used to, but it's been a while." was his response.

You looked up at the sign as Rick pulled into the parking. A neon depiction of a cowboy hat sat between the words : Stetson Saloon. The place wasn't crowded, but half of the parking lot was full. The two of you entered the building.

You caught sight of Sasha at the bar, Her grin was wide as she smiled at her new someone. She noticed you just as you walked up.

"Hey!" She hugged your side for a second then her attention turned to the man beside you.

"Sasha, this is-"

He held out his hand to shake hers and she took it.

"The guy you can't stop talking about?"

You felt it would be unkind to correct her in front of him. So you just smiled.

Rick chuckled, pleased by the revelation.

"Nice to meet you." He replied.

Maggie and her fiancé, Glen walked up then and you turned to greet them.

"Hey, Maggie."

"Rick, Hi." A look passed between the two of them that you noticed, but didn't understand.

He shook hands with Glenn.

It was amazing how he fit into your friend group seamlessly. He held his own in conversation and seemed totally relaxed around them. You watched him laughing at something Glenn said as you were talking with Sasha. She looked over her shoulder, following your line of sight.

"You really like this guy, don't you?"

You laughed lightly.

"He's a nice guy."

"And a good looking guy."Sasha pointed out.

You made a noncommittal sound of acknowledgement.

"Do you wanna dance?" Rick came over, already reaching for you.

Grateful for the opportunity to escape the conversation, you accepted and let him take you to the dance floor. He took your hand in his, his other went to your waist. He led you in an informal waltz. It was strange to think of him as graceful, but the way he moved had an elegance to it. His eyes kept sweeping over your face some mysterious emotion in their depths and you had no idea how to feel.

You allowed him to set you up into a spin then guide you back into his arms. He looked even more handsome in his jeans and boots than he usually did in a suit and his cologne, a spice and citrus scent drew you in. Another song played and his arm around your side pulled you a little closer.

The song was slower than the one you had danced to before. Rick's hand at your back, slipped lower. He led you into a different step, a box turn. It was all ypu could do to keep up. You started to take notice of the lyrics of the melody playing around you.

They're all watching us now,

They think we're falling in love,

They'd never believe we're just friends,

When you kiss me like this,

I think you mean it like that,

If you do, baby kiss me again,

You could see it clearly now, the intense desire in his eyes. You didn't know what you could have done to inspire such a look. To be seen in such a way effected your pride. You could practically feel your ego swelling.

The feeling was so heady, you wanted more. You dared to lean in, you were nearly dancing cheek to cheek by the time the song ended. His lips ghosted over your cheekbone as he neared your ear, trying to be heard over the music. You agreed that you should take a break to get a drink. You left the dance floor arm in arm.

As Rick ordered you a drink you turned and surveyed the people around you. A pair of hazel and honey eyes met your gaze head on. You were sure your eyes were deceiving you. It couldn't possibly be.

"Negan?"

You didn't know if he heard you over the music, but he came to you. He looked rather out of place in his black baseball cap and sneakers. You went into his arms without hesitation. You kissed his cheek.

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"Friend of mine owns this club. I was just stopping by." His eyes narrowed as he looked passed you. "Saw you out there." He nodded toward the dance floor. "Who are ya here with?"

You blinked twice, suddenly remembering you had turned away from Rick with no explanation.

"Oh, uh," You stepped back and turned to find Rick glaring at Negan. "This is Rick. He's a friend." You cleared your throat nervously. "Rick, I'd like you to meet-"

"I know who he is." He cut you off, his baritone voice going even deeper with anger.

Your eyes widened. You looked to Negan for answers, but he seemed to be uneffected by the man's attitude toward him.

"I'll wait for you at the table." Rick told you.

He turned and walked toward the area your friends were hanging out in.

"So you and Rick seem to be real friendly." He commented.

"We're hanging out." You said and shrugged.

"And what are we doing?" Negan's eyes searched your face.

You felt your cheeks getting warm. "We?"

"Yeah. Are we hanging out?" He emphasized.

"Well, yeah."

His eyebrow twitched, but his expression remained neutral.

"I see."

You stood there for a long moment. Neither one of you seemed to be able to think of what you should say.

"Alright, Doll. Have a good night." He told you and turned away, heading for the exit.

You returned to your friends. Rick seemed to have gotten over the uncomfortable moment with Negan as he spoke animatedly with Sasha's boyfriend about an upcoming concert they were excited about. Although you wanted to know what had upset him, you didn't bring it up to him when he drove you home. You simply chalked it up to some out of place sense of loyalty. Maybe because of all you had discussed with him regarding Negan, he had taken to disliking him. Regardless, it was a problem for another time.

•••••••••••••••••

You and Negan hadn't made plans over the weekend. So, You had been eager for Sunday, but Sunday morning Negan texted you letting you know he wouldn't be coming over after all. You were a little disappointed, but you tried to shrug it off.

Come Tuesday, you received a surprise. When you arrived at work, there was a bouquet of wildflowers in a vase waiting for you at the front desk. Attached, a simple white card with the words, 'Good Morning, Beautiful' written on it, in Negan's long lettered handwriting.

You placed them proudly on your desk. Each time you looked at them, you thought of him and smiled. A knock sounded at your door just before your lunch time.

"Come in." You called out.

When the door opened, it was Negan who entered. You beamed at him. He hugged you and his lips pecked your nose.

"Hi." He grinned back at you.

"Thank you for the flowers. They're so pretty."

"Not as pretty as you." He told you and kissed your cheek. “Can I take you out to lunch?"

"Sure." You went to lock your computer screen and got your purse.

Negan held your hand on the way to the nearby café. He seemed reluctant to let go. Your sandwich and soup could have been in a commercial, from the perfectly toasted bread to the garnish atop your rich soup.You took a bite.Then looked up to find Negan staring at you. You chewed and swallowed.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

He wore a nervous smile as he shook his head in the negative.

"Negan."

He sighed.

"There's something I have to tell you."

You sat up straighter in your chair, preparing for the worst.

He cleared his throat.

"About Rick Grimes..."

"Okay." You gave him your full attention.

"So the woman you met at my place a while back,”

"Your business partner?"

He nodded.

"She was married to Rick. When their problems got out of hand, she confided in me. She started staying later at the bar to avoid him. She was going through it and really needed a friend." He swallowed nervously. "And that's all it was just a friendship, but one night Rick comes in and he's fucking pissed. He goes to the office and Lori and me, we're alone in there. She had been crying. I'd been consoling her and he walked in and got the wrong impression."

Your eyebrows raised.

"When you say 'consoling her' you mean, what?"

"I held her while she was crying that's it. He didn't believe either of us though. He wanted to throw down, but Lori got in the middle and talked him out of it."

You took a sip of your iced coffee.

"So what did she want that night she went over?" You asked, trying to read his expression.

"You don't believe me?" His brow furrowed. The wounded look on his face bothered you greatly.

"I didn't say that."

He sighed.

"You didn't have to." You put your hand over his on the table. "I'm just trying to understand." You assured him.

"Alright, well, she wanted to vent about the custody battle they're having and I told her off for being rude to you, told her it wasn't a good time. She got pissed and left. It really is a shit situation especially for Carl, but I gotta draw the line somewhere."

You nodded in understanding.

"You didn't have to get me flowers and take me to lunch just to tell me this." You said with a smile.

Negan laughed.

"I did those things, because I missed you, Baby."

You squeezed his hand lightly.

"Be careful. I just might get used to being spoiled like this."

He leaned over the table. Your lips met in a soft kiss.

"Go ahead and get used to it." The charming wink he gave you made your cheeks warm.

[mummybear]

Mummybear’s Reblog Challenge - Masterlist

(JULY)

Day 1 - Every Sense - By @kittenofdoomage

Day 2 - Helping Hand - By @negans-lucille-tblr 

The Real Deal By @firefly-in-darkness

Day 3 - Alternative Medicine By @impala-dreamer

Isn’t That My Line By @princessmisery666 

Aesthetics Of Hate By @ne-gans

Day 4 - Good Girl By @becs-bunker

Day 5 - A Rare Occurrence By @ladywinchester1967

Day 6 - Talented Tongue By @dean-winchesters-bacon 

Owe You One By @supernatural-jackles

Day 7 - Mine Tonight By @smol-and-grumpy

Day 8 - Some Of This Isn’t Bad By @crashdevlin  

Day 9 - You’re My Little Secret By @jawritter

Day 10 - I Dreamed A Dream By @kalesrebellion

Part 45 Of The Pull By @lettersofwrittencollective

Day 11 - Enjoy The Now By @kittenofdoomage

Part 46 Of The Pull By @lettersofwrittencollective

Day 12 - Hunted - Demon!Dean Winchester One Shot By @negans-lucille-tblr

Part 47 Of The Pull By @lettersofwrittencollective

Day 13 - Don’t Speak By @ne-gans

Floor It By @there-must-be-a-lock

Day 14 - Something Lost, Something Gained By @luci-in-trenchcoats

Wide Asleep By @covered-byroses

Eyes Of Green By @manawhaat

Day 15 - Dean’s Birthday Surprise By @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

Day 16 - Angeles By @thoughtslikeaminefield

When I Think About You By @evansrogerskitten

Take Care Of You By @dean-winchesters-bacon

Day 17 - Take Me Down By @impala-dreamer

Prisoner By @ne-gans

I’ll Be Better By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 19 - Hot, Heavy And Happy By @chanelle-jackson

Just Breakfast By @deepdisireslonging

Disobedience By @mystra-midnight

Peas & Carrots Part 1 By @kittenofdoomage

Day 20 - When Sam’s Away By @manawhaat

Day 21- Peas & Carrots Part 2 By @kittenofdoomage

The Pull Part 48 By @lettersofwrittencollective

Day 22 - The Pull - Part 48 And Part 49 

Day 23 - The X To His Y By @ne-gans

Day 24 - Yes Sir - Dean Smith One Shot By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 25 - Inevitable By @kittenofdoomage

His Property Chapter One By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 26 - His property Chapter Two By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 27 - Breaking In The Back Seat  By @moteldwelling

Day 28 - Reckless (Intro) By @lettersofwrittencollective

Day 29 - Eyes That Burn Like Cigarettes By @thoughtslikeaminefield

Day 30 - His Favourite By @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

Day 31 - Don’t Be A Stranger By @dontshootmespence

(August)

Day 32 - I Also Love The Girl You Are By @jay-and-dean

Day 33 - Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy By @carolmaximoffs

Day 34 - Une Seule Nuit By @ladywinchester1967

Day 35 - Primal By @negans-lucille-tblr - MY BIRTHDAY ONE SHOT! :D

Day 36 - Thnks Fr Th Mmrrs By @ne-gans

Day 37 - Extra Spicy By @crispychrissy

Day 38 - Two Weeks Notice - Day 2 By @impala-dreamer

Day 39 - Not So Timid After All By @downanddirtydean

Day 40 - Crime And Punishment By @ladywinchester1967

Day 41 - All The Good Girls Go To Hell (Prologue) By @ne-gans

Day 42 - Discord And Rhyme By @thoughtslikeaminefield

Day 43 - Family Business ||Part 1|| Part 2|| Part 3 By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 44 - Come Here Little Girl By @winchesterstilinski-pack

Day 45 - Uproar By @the-fangirl-way

His property Chapter 25, Chapter 28, Chapter 30. The His Property Series Masterlist By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 46 - What I Want | Damon Salvatore By @writingsbychlo

Day 47 - Misreading The Situation By @cxddlyash

Day 48 - Fangs Nest (NSFW Imagine) By @trinnwazheree

Day 49 - Cries In Vain By @ne-gans

Day 50 - Two Weeks Notice - Day Three By @impala-dreamer

Day 51 - Pit Stop By @becs-bunker

Day 52 - A One Time Deal By @fangirlxwritesx67

Day 53 - 1940′s Dean Roleplay (Not the actual title but there wasn’t one) By @impalaimagining

Day 54 - Two Weeks Notice - Day 3 By @impala-dreamer

Day 55 - Just The Way You Are By @ladywinchester1967

Day 56 - Shattered Breaths By @dontshootmespence

Day 57 - Two Weeks Notice - Day 4 By @impala-dreamer 

Day 58 -  Home - Army!Dean Winchester - Part One By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 59 - After Hours - Lawyer Stiles By @perlocutionary

Day 60 - The Switch - By @writingsbychlo

Day 61 - Switch - By @splendidcas

Day 62 - Thank God For Sexual Frustration By @winchester-fantasies​

(September)

Day 63 - Claimed By @evansrogerskitten

Day 64 - Dapper Dean By @carryonmywaywardbucky

Day 65 - Ad Listed Part 1 By @thelittlestkitsune

Day 66 - Two Weeks Notice - Day 5 By @impala-dreamer

Day 67 - Home - Army!Dean Winchester - Part Two By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 68 - All Good Girls Go To Hell Part Two By @ne-gans

Day 69 - Ad Listed Part 2 By @thelittlestkitsune

Day 70 - Home - Army!Dean Winchester - Part Three By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 71 - Don’t Make A Sound By @jawritter

Day 72- Territorial By @kittenofdoomage

Day 73 - Lipstick By @kittenofdoomage

Day 74 - Two Weeks Notice - Day Six By @impala-dreamer

Day 75 - Stretching - One Shot By @andyl394

Day 76 -  For I Have Sinned - Priest!Dean/Sam Winchester Oneshot By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 77 - Time For A Little Break By @notnaturalanahi

Day 78 - It’s Okay To Ask For Help By @impala-dreamer

Day 79 - Sinful Sunday - Staying In By @kittenofdoomage

Day 80 - Take A Ride With Me, Baby By @evansrogerskitten

Day 81 -  Sweet Dreams - Dean x Mick Drabble (Kink Bingo) By @negans-lucille-tblr

Day 82 - The Good Wife By @jawritter​

Day 83 -  Escape (SPN/TWD Crossover Mini Series) - Part One By @negans-lucille-tblr​

Day 84 -  Loyalties Lie (SPN/TWD Crossover) - Chapter One By @negans-lucille-tblr​

Day 85 - Slow Burn, Big Payoff By @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid​

Day 86 - Day 7 Of Two Weeks Notice By @impala-dreamer​

Day 87 - Alpha Please By @evansrogerskitten​

Day 88 -  Knot In Love - Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader by @carryonmywaywardwriters​

Day 89 - Teach Me - Dean x Adam Drabble (Kink Bingo Fill) by @negans-lucille-tblr​

Day 90 -  Better - Dean Winchester Drabble (Kink Bingo Fill) by @negans-lucille-tblr​

Day 91 - GIF Drabble by @impala-dreamer​

Day 92 - Playing Daddy by @negans-lucille-tblr​​

(October)

Day 93 - You Want Her? by @baconcheeseburger​

Needy... by @lettersofwrittencollective​

Day 94 - Baby Girl by @negans-lucille-tblr​