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meiplays · 1 month ago

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#queen of the damned sanctuary // drabble

#negan x reader #sfw #reconciliation #soft-spicy

Inspired by: @negandarylsatisfaction @detachedminxsfics @bring-forth-his-sac

Tender Moments.

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The weight of the silence between you both feels different now — it’s comfortable, settled. A soft kind of quiet that speaks of things said and things left unsaid.

Negan’s arm is draped around you, your back pressed into his chest. His warmth radiates through the thin sheets, pulling you closer as if he wants to make sure you’re really there — that you’re not going anywhere. Not this time.

You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, slow and steady, as though he’s still trying to steady himself after everything that happened.

You turn your head, just enough to look up at him, and find him already watching you, his eyes dark and intense. His thumb traces small circles on your arm, a quiet rhythm that matches the steady beat of your heart.

> “You okay?” His voice is low, hushed, as though he doesn’t want to break the moment.

You nod, the words stuck in your throat. There’s too much you want to say — too much to explain. But for now, you just need this. You need the calm, the softness after the storm.

> “Yeah,” you whisper, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his face. "I'm okay now."

His lips curl slightly at the corners, but there's a vulnerability in his eyes that catches you off guard. You’ve seen the strong side of him — the side that’s ruthless, commanding. But right now, in this moment, you see something else. Something raw.

> “You sure?” he asks again, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over your skin.

You melt into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand against you. It feels like a silent promise, one that says he’s not going anywhere — not this time.

You nod again, your hand finding his. The roughness of his fingers contrasts with the softness of yours, but it feels perfect, the two of you fitting together like this. It’s familiar, comforting, and you can feel the connection between you both deepening, even without words.

He shifts slightly, turning to face you more fully, and as he does, his lips graze over your forehead, a soft, tender kiss that speaks of everything you’ve both been through.

> “I’m not gonna let you go again,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin.

You feel the heat of his breath against your face, and your heart beats a little faster, your chest tightening with an emotion you can’t quite name. But it feels good. So good.

He leans in again, just enough to kiss you — soft at first, a slow exploration of lips, warm and tender. His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his touch gentle but possessive, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re still here, still his.

You respond, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt, needing to feel him closer. The kiss deepens, slow and steady, but the intensity builds with every second that passes. His lips move to your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and you gasp softly at the warmth of his mouth against your skin.

> “You don’t know what you do to me,” he breathes, his voice rough, but there’s a softness to it now, a tenderness that matches the way he holds you.

His lips find that sweet spot on your neck, and you feel your pulse quicken. His kiss is slow, deliberate, but there's an intensity beneath it that makes your body heat up in response. You tilt your head, giving him more access, your hands tangled in his hair as you pull him closer.

> “I want to give you everything,” he murmurs against your skin, the words low and raw, full of meaning. "But you gotta trust me, okay?"

You can only nod, your breath catching in your throat as he continues to kiss your neck, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin there.

For a moment, everything else fades. The world, the tension, the past — it all disappears, leaving only the two of you. And for the first time in what feels like forever, it’s just about the here and now. The softness, the quiet moments, the shared connection.

Negan pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and searching. He’s waiting for something — for reassurance, maybe. But when you meet his gaze, you know what he needs.

> “I’m here,” you whisper, your fingers tracing over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips curve into a soft smile, and for the first time, it feels real — like he’s found peace, even if just for a moment.

You both settle back into the bed, wrapped up in each other, the quiet lull of your breathing the only sound that fills the room.

There's silence for a few seconds before the tension bursts

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The room is bathed in a soft silence, only broken by the sound of your breath — slow, steady. The connection between you both feels palpable in the space between your lingering kisses. It’s warm, tender, and somehow all-consuming, like the quiet intimacy of two souls finally finding their way back to each other.

You’re on his lap now, straddling him with ease, your body fitting against his in a way that feels more natural than anything else in this moment. The softness of his hands slides up your back, pulling you closer as his fingers gently thread through your hair. You feel the heat of his chest beneath your palms, the strength in his form that you’ve come to know so well. But there’s something different now. Something softer, something that says he’s here — really here.

Your lips meet again, this time with more urgency, more desperation. There’s a hunger there, but it’s not the kind that’s reckless. It’s slow, a deepening need that builds with every kiss, every touch, as if you’re both savoring the moment, unwilling to rush.

His hands trail from your hair to your waist, fingers pressing into the curve of your hips, holding you steady. The way his lips move with yours feels like he’s trying to communicate everything that words never could. You can feel the fire in the kiss, the promise of something more, but there’s no rush to reach it — not yet. This moment, this intimacy, is all that matters.

The tension between you both builds, a magnetic pull that you can’t resist. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, and he responds instantly, his hands sliding down your sides to pull you in even closer. You shift, your body pressing further against his, your breath catching as you feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your clothes.

He groans softly into the kiss, his hands running up your back to pull you even closer. His fingers dig into your skin, possessive yet tender, and you feel the urgency in his touch. He’s trying to memorize every inch of you, as if the very act of holding you, kissing you, will solidify the connection between you two.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy,” he whispers against your lips, his voice a low rasp. His breath is hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You respond with a soft laugh, the sound vibrating between your lips. His grip on you tightens, and suddenly, you're pressed even more against him, the weight of his chest shifting beneath yours. It’s as if he can’t get enough, as if every kiss is a reassurance that you’re really here, that you’re not going anywhere.

Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer, your lips parting as you deepen the kiss once again. This time, it’s more frantic, more desperate, as if all the emotions you’ve both been holding back are pouring into the moment. His hands slide to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, your chest pressing flush against his.

The heat of the kiss is consuming, and as you pull away slightly, your breath mingling with his, you can feel the pull of him even more. He leans forward, kissing your neck softly, and you gasp at the sensation, the warmth of his lips sending an electric current through your body.

“You’re mine,” he breathes against your skin, the words full of a possessive, protective energy that sends a thrill through you.

You feel his grip on your waist tightening again, his other hand sliding down your back as he pulls you closer, the heat between you both intensifying. The kiss on your neck turns more urgent, his lips tracing the delicate curve of your throat with a tenderness that makes your heart race.

There’s a spark in the air, a palpable tension that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He shifts beneath you, pulling you closer, his hands roaming across your back, up and down your spine as if he’s tracing every inch of you. His lips trail lower, and you can feel the weight of his presence — strong, protective, and so utterly captivating.

“I don’t ever want to let you go,” he mutters, his voice husky, laced with the intensity of the moment.

You don’t respond with words, instead pressing your lips to his once more, feeling the fire of desire reignite as you kiss him again. His hands trail down your sides, and this time, there’s no hesitation. No holding back. His touch is tender but possessive, exploring the curves of your body as if he’s memorizing the way you feel against him.

As the kiss deepens, the room seems to fade away — it’s just the two of you, lost in each other, the connection between you growing stronger with every passing second.

The heat between you both is undeniable, but in this moment, it’s not about rushing. It’s about savoring, about feeling the closeness, the desire, the need to be with each other, to show each other what’s been held back.

He pulls away just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with longing, but there’s something softer there too. Something that speaks of a deep, undeniable bond.

“I’m not letting go of you,” he says, his voice soft but filled with a possessive kind of intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You smile softly, your fingers tracing his jaw as you settle back into his arms, the moment stretching on in a perfect, quiet intimacy. The kiss was just the beginning, and you both know there’s no going back.

𝐎𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡. 𝐘𝐨�� 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

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chelseypprimrose · 2 years ago

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I Dare You / Negan X Reader / pre apocalypse

Summary: A game of drunken truth or dare turns into the best sex of your life.

Warnings ⚠️: daddy kink, unprotected sex/rough sex, choking, oral, spitting, slight voyerism, slight dumbification and use of degrading terms (slut ect) bfd!negan, age gap

As always, all respective parties are over age of consent ect. 🤍 *Not proof read yet*

A/N: whelp here we are again, i started rewatching the walking dead from season 7 and tell me why I had totally forgot that Negan cleans out Alexandria’s houses just to burn their mattresses right down the road from them, the more I watch the more I remember how evil he really was and it makes me giggle and kick my feet i can’t lie lol. Enjoy this little depraved story, I’m just loving writing stories where the reader is very fully aware of someone watching/walking in bc it’s just so dirty I can’t freaking cope 😂love ya’s and my requests are open as always 🤍🎀🧟‍♂️

Straightening out your dress, you walked through the wooden gate at the side of your friends house, the loud thumping beats of music and chatter blaring through your eardrums. You held a bottle of Smirnoff in your other hand, remembering the teaching from your mother about never showing up to a party empty handed, that was considered rude and insulting.

You’d left the party girl lifestyle behind, having your fun in your early twenties but mellowing out in the last year or so, finding more enjoyment in a cup of tea and a good book. Not to the extent of being anti-social, just cutting off bad habits and rethinking where you wanted to take your life. Coming fresh out college filled you with a sense of doubt and confusion, you studied heavy, dedicating your time to educating yourself but hadn’t yet found what you wanted to be in the world. No matter how much you were freaking out about your next step, you couldn’t miss your friend’s birthday party, so you’d decided to have some fun and let loose, deal with reality tomorrow instead.

Pushing those dreaded thoughts underneath the surface, plastering a smile on your face as you entered the already crowded back garden of your best friend, Natalie. You’d known Natalie for years now, exact number you couldn’t remember but through high school and many ups and downs, you’d always stayed close, spending nearly every weekend at her house. That was with her mother though, she’d recently moved in with her dad, due to domestic arguments with her mother getting too toxic. You’d only ever seen her dad twice in your life, normally when he’d pick her up after the various extra curricular activities you two enrolled in together. Negan.

Such a unique name, you’d thought when you first laid your eyes on him. How anyone could give him up would be a mystery to you, from your limited interactions he’d always been sweet to you. Offering to drop you home as well but always denying, not wanting him to drive out of his route just for you. Those polished, pearly teeth gleaming at you when he asked, practically making you melt right there on the spot. You’d cursed yourself for manifesting a little crush on the man, who was your best friends dad, the forbidden attraction. The way he’d sit lazily in the driver side, his large hands gripping the steering wheel, your mind wandering to thoughts of what they would be like gripped around your dainty neck. The black bikers jacket he’d always wear even in scorching temperatures, fitting his frame just right.

“Hey hey girl, how are you?” She wrapped you into a affectionate hug, her candy sweet scent hitting your nostrils, her birthday tiara shining in the sun’s beam. You reciprocated, giving a small squeeze as you released her, holding the bottle out to her. “Happy birthday, Nat. It’s been too long!” You replied as she took the bottle out of your hands, thanking you for the gift. “Come on let me get you a drink and we can catch up!” She lead you through the crowd of people, a mixed bag, some young and some old. You recognised some familiar faces from growing up, giving a small nod at those who recognised you, commenting small hellos.

Natalie motioned for you to take a seat at the rattan sofa lounger, near the side of the backyard porch, a small fire pit in the middle, keeping you toasty as your dress was a little shorter than you were used to. Negan entered through the same gate you’d come through minutes ago, returning with a crate of beer from the garage. He fought his way through the crowd, handing out the liquor to those he’d promised it too. Small ‘thank you’s in acceptance, placing the remaining bottles into a cooler with ice. Wiping his hands off with a small towel, fingers slightly numb from handling the ice, his eyes moved around the yard, silently cursing his daughter for inviting so many people to this place. His annoyance came to a halt when his eyes locked onto you, recognising your face in the sea of people. Watching you laugh with Natalie over old pictures she was showcasing to you, he’d know your laugh from a mile away.

He couldn’t help the heat that ran through his body, his jeans getting tighter as he watched your chest rising, your arms placed in front of you, making your breasts press together firmly, slight cleavage coming into show for him to memorise. You’d definitely grown up since the last time he’d seen you, taking a beer out for himself, he started sauntering over to you, discreetly adjusting himself on the way.

“Well if that isn’t who I think it is? It’s been ages doll!” He exclaimed, your head whipping around to meet his gaze. He looked similar to how he did when you’d last seen him, the only major difference being his beard being thicker and slight whiteness now peaking out of it. “Hey! Mr Smith, it’s nice to see you after all this time!” You almost purred, he loved the way that name sounded rolling off your pretty lips, that familiar heat rising to his cheeks slightly. While it sounded completely innocent to everyone around, he could tell the difference. “Oh why so formal? Call me Negan, we’re all friends here.” He grinned, those familiar pearly whites coming into view as he swiped his tongue along his lower lip lightly. “Are you ladies okay for drinks?” Natalie waved her dad off, claiming they were fine, he took his leave but not before taking one last gaze over your body, your curves almost putting him under some witchcraft spell.

It was later in the evening, the sun setting over the horizon, you’d been roped into playing a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ under the suggestion of Natalie, it being the game you played at all those sleepovers you’d had with her back in the day. You were sat with a few other girls, ones you’d recognised from high school. You weren’t best friends with any of them, not knowing them well like you did Natalie, just more so the fact they were the only girls left at the party.

You’d played it safe up to this point, only choosing truth, you decided to throw caution to the wind when your next turn came, proclaiming dare to the group.

Natalie’s eyes found yours, you could practically see the cogs turning inside her head, it got you wondering what her depraved mind was going to come up with. “I dare you to… seduce my dad.” You almost spat your drink out, eyes widening at the request, palms hot with embarrassment. “What? You actually want me to do that? Are you insane?!” You asked, a confused look sat on your face. “Not to be rude but… you aren’t his type at all, so it’s a guaranteed point for me! I’m just being strategic!” She claimed, her eyes meeting yours, goading you to back down. Your heart sank at the confession, you couldn’t understand why it stung so much, it was just a little silly crush but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit this new information made you feel a bit low. Your hurt feeling started slowly turning to slight rage, still watching Natalie as she challenged you with her eyes.

“Okay, how about we make this interesting though? $100 suit you?” You smirked, pulling a hundred dollar bill out of your purse, waving it in her face, mocking her. She returned your smirk, that goddamn egotistical smirk she got from her father, her manicured hand coming out in front of her to offer a handshake to seal the deal. “You are on, sister. You have to bring something back to the table that’s his, it’s the only way I’ll believe you.” You raised from the couch, slamming your empty cup down on the small table, taking your hair clip out, hair falling to the top of your back in loose, bouncy pin up curls. The girls watched you walk through the patio doors, sliding it to let you in before continuing on with the game.

You got into the kitchen, a few people standing around in conversations, you politely asked one of them if they had seen the man you were seeking out, answering that he’d gone up to his bedroom to change shirts, alcohol being split on him about five minutes ago. Making your way to the top floor of the house, you started trying doors, having absolutely no clue which one was his as you’d never been in the house before. You came to the last one at the end of the landing, being met with the very man you wanted to see.

There he was, shirtless in front of you, his room rather large. A four poster bed in the centre of it, black and red silk sheets with matching puffy pillows, a small door which lead into a en-suite, two bookshelves at the sides of the bed, small circle led lights above the headboard. He threw the wet t-shirt he’d taken off into the wicker laundry basket, not yet noticing that you’d entered the room. “Mr Smith? Sorry for not knocking, I need to speak to you about something.” You mumbled, the anxiety of what you were about to ask him gaining on you. He slightly jumped, a flirty grin on his face when he realised it was you who was there. You took a seat in the leather loveseat, matching the bed sheets, red and black were obviously his favourites. Your hands nervously played with the hem of your dress, his eyes wandering to your delicate fingers. “I’m all ears doll, ask away!” He says, turning his back to you as he found another t-shirt to change into, you opened your mouth to talk, nervousness managing to stop you in your tracks.

He turned back around, his face contorting into a confused look, wondering what you be needing to ask that would get you so worked up like this. “So Natalie dared me to… seduce you in our game of truth or dare. I had every intention to give it my best shot but she told me I’m not your type. W-which is fine, but I kind of bet $100 on it. Is there any chance you could give me something out of this room that I can take down to prove I did it, without actually doing it?” You awkwardly explained, your eyes not being able to meet his, if they had you would have seen the shimmer in his eyes as you cutely fumbled over your words out of embarrassment. He let out a large laugh, your face squirming, if his daughters confession made you feel bad, this was ten times worse. You felt a small tear gathering at the bottom of your eye, wanting the earth to swallow you in this moment.

It was the touch on your knee that made you look up, meeting his gaze as he knelt down to come to face level with you, Negan hadn’t bothered to put another shirt on, the low light of the room landing on his body just right, your core feeling slightly slick as his muscles tensed deep. You thought he was about to make fun of you for such a childish request, when he grabbed your chin firmly, making your head stay in position it was, looking into his eyes, not having the nerve to look away.

“Now doll, please tell me why you’d ever listen to such a fucking stupid thing like that?” He questioned, his thumb tracing your jawline slightly, still holding your chin in place. Your ears perked up, the total opposite of what you thought he was going to say coming out. “Uh, I’m not sure?” You replied, your voice not coming out as confident as you would have liked, that smirk still on his face. He was enjoying watching you squirm underneath him, his hand let go of your chin, hooking either hand around the underside of your thighs, pulling you slightly forward so your ass was half on the chair and half off. “How about I do you one better? Why don’t we actually complete the dare, huh doll? I don’t know why she’d say some crazy shit like that, probably hasn’t been paying attention to how I haven’t taken my goddamn eyes off you all night. You’ve really grown into a fine ass woman, you know that right?” You let out a slight moan, the feeling of his large hands keeping your legs spread open for him to see making your whole body electric. A vision of white panties peaking out under your dress, your new position on the seat making it rise up to your waist. “Thanks for the compliment Negan, but if… if you don’t touch me right now, I’m going to lose my mind.” You managed to make out, in broken breaths, your chest rising heavily up and down as you did, eyes wandering to his abdomen.

“Your wish is my command, pretty girl. Just relax and let daddy take care of you.” He whispered lustfully as his fingertips moved your panties to the side, showing your ever wetting slick pussy to him. He had to take a sharp breath in, nothing he’d seen was a prettier sight that this, hadn’t even imagined you looking this good, exceeding his wet dreams. He gathered saliva in his mouth, a powerful spit right on the centre of you, you whimpering in response at the degrading and dirty action. “Well, look at that! Someone likes a bit of domination doesn’t she?” He proclaimed to you, he couldn’t believe his fucking luck. You gasped as he finally took your clit into his mouth, sucking on it softly, teasing you with his devilish tongue.

He moves back to your pussy where he runs his tongue over your wet lips. You let out a deep guttural groan, as you grab large pieces of his slicked back hair, tugging him slightly, guiding him to all the places, you needed attention on. Negan continued to lick long strips down from your sensitive bud to your opening, listening to your moans and whimpers as he did. “Fu-fuck Negan! Yes, your making me feel so good.” He took his tongue of you, whining at the loss of contact. A darker look shifted on his face, more pressure as his hand dug further into your thighs. “Listen here, dollface. Tonight I’m not Negan, tonight I am daddy, you get that? Or has my tongue already made that pretty little head of yours blank?” He growled out, his tone completely like nothing you’d ever heard him sound like before, you’d truly woken the beast inside this man and you couldn’t wait for the journey. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry daddy, please put your tongue back on me, it makes me feel so fucking good!” He sinisterly grinned at you, parting your folds again and letting your juices flow down onto his tongue. He finds himself vigorously tongue fucking you as you begin gyrating on the chair, trying to push your hips into his face more, nothing mattering to you more than the pleasure he was providing, while pulling his hair with your fingers.

As he begins sucking your clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into your pussy, finding how tight you clamped around him, trying to intensify your pleasure. Negan begins to alternate between licking and sucking your clit, as you became more and more impassioned. It isn't long before you thrusted your pussy hard against his face, his beard scratching against you as your first climax washed over you, your hips bucking even more, back arched, your arms that were holding you up shaking.

“Fuck, daddy, I need you inside me now, please!” You whined, Negan hoisting you up off the now wet chair, the slick shining sun in the light of the room. He slammed your body on the bed, your head hanging off the edge of the bed, the blood rushing to your ears. “Goddamn doll, this pretty little pussy is going to be the death of me, pull that top down, I want to see those tits bounce as I fuck you dumb.” You obeyed, pulling your breasts out of your dress, the style of dress restricting you from wearing a bra, cupping them and rubbing your nipples as well. He could have bust right there and then, the image of you below him, looking like something out of a damn Playboy magazine.

He trails kisses up your body, tasting the thin layer of sweat on your skin until he reaches your mouth where he kisses your lips deeply, snaking his tongue into your mouth as he lined up at your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your folds, setting your whole body on fire, nerves standing on edge. He releases your mouth, moving to your neck, nipping and biting at it as he finally stretched you out, filling you up nicely.

“That’s it doll, fuck. You feel goddamn heavenly, such a good slut for my dick right?” He grunts out, leaning away from your neck to hover over you as he put his hands around your throat, his pace getting more erratic, unable to control himself from his hard thrusts as your skin slapped together. Your head was starting to go dizzy, between being upside down and your oxygen being slowly cut by Negan’s large hand, it intensified your impending orgasm. Negan pulled out quickly, turning you over from your back to your stomach, forcing your back to arch as much as you could, slipping back into you. The new angle sent you nearly cock drunk, Negan too mesmerised watching his dick going in and out of you, not noticing the door slowly opening slightly.

You looked over to see Natalie looking on at you and her father, like time had stopped in place. You couldn’t see her whole face, just her eyes. Frozen, she made no move to say anything or close the door. You smirked at her, your eyes not breaking eye contact. “Oh daddy! You fuck me so good, my pussy belongs to you!” You moaned, a narcissistic grin sitting happily on your mouth. “Shit yeah doll, this pussy is all fucking mine you dumb whore.” His hand coming down in your hair, his other placed around your neck again. Hips snapping repeatedly against you at a now familiar pace, a moan leaving you every time he snapped. You raised yourself up on your elbows, repeatedly rubbing your thumb over the tips of your index finger and middle finger, the universal sign for Pay Me. Her eyes squinted in anger, closing the door again, not wanting to see anything else and now pissed she owed you money.

You quietly laughed to yourself as quietly as you could, feeling your walls clamp on Negan’s dick as you were ready to orgasm. “Fuck daddy, I’m going to cum again!” You whimpered, gripping the silk sheets below you both, Negan shallowly grunting above you. “Shit doll, me too. Let go for me baby, milk daddy’s dick doll.” You squeezed the bed sheet again, your whole body shaking as you closed your eyes, breathing irregular as you flopped forward on the bed, panting heavy. Negan pulled out at just the right moment, hot spurts of his cum hitting your lower back, cooling off after a couple seconds sat there. He carefully placed himself next to you, pulling you towards him so you rested in his arm. “I’ve been waiting for that for years, you know?” You told him, your fingers slowly drawing small circles on his forearm. “Could have told me sooner doll, that was fucking sen-sat-ional! You are perfect.” You laughed, kissing the side of his face, leaving a small nip at his ear lobe.

Two orgasms and $100 richer, it was worth leaving the house after all.

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kaayyyys · 5 days ago

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omggg can we have more of daryl giving his vest for reader wear?? hes such a cutie😭

OMG I'M INLOVE WITH THIS IDEA

I love when men give their clothes to people it's so romantic

The Vest

The Georgia sun beat down with relentless fury, turning the already humid air into a thick, suffocating blanket. Sweat plastered strands of hair to your forehead as you trudged alongside Daryl, the familiar weight of your pack a dull ache on your shoulders. It had been a long, fruitless scavenging run. The shelves of the abandoned grocery store had been picked clean weeks ago, and the meager rations you'd managed to scrounge barely justified the risk.

Daryl, as always, moved with a quiet competence. His senses were perpetually on high alert, his eyes scanning the treeline, his hand never straying far from the crossbow slung across his back. You admired his focus, his unwavering dedication to the group's survival. But sometimes, you wished he would just... relax. Let his guard down, even for a moment.

You'd been traveling with Daryl's group for almost a year now. You'd lost everything before finding them – family, friends, a sense of normalcy that now felt like a distant dream. They’d taken you in, taught you how to survive in this brutal new world, and given you a purpose. Daryl, in particular, had been instrumental in your development. He’d shown you how to track, how to use a knife, how to read the subtle signs of danger in the surrounding woods.

But your connection with Daryl ran deeper than just survival skills. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a quiet comfort in his presence that you couldn't quite explain. You found yourself drawn to his gruff exterior, the way his eyes softened ever so slightly when he looked at you, the rare, fleeting smiles that hinted at the man beneath the hardened survivor.

As you walked, you noticed Daryl’s brow furrowed in concentration. He stopped abruptly, holding up a hand to signal you to halt. He sniffed the air, his gaze fixed on a cluster of trees ahead.

"Somethin' ain't right," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "Stay close."

Adrenaline surged through your veins. You gripped the handle of your own knife, your senses on high alert. Daryl moved forward cautiously, his crossbow raised, his silhouette a stark outline against the fading sunlight.

The attack came without warning. A walker, hidden amongst the dense foliage, lurched forward with a guttural moan. Daryl dispatched it quickly with a well-aimed bolt, but the noise had attracted others. Within seconds, you were surrounded.

You fought back-to-back with Daryl, your movements a practiced dance of survival. You stabbed, slashed, and kicked, adrenaline masking the growing exhaustion. Daryl moved with a brutal efficiency, his crossbow firing with deadly accuracy. But the walkers kept coming, a relentless tide of rotting flesh and decaying bone.

A walker lunged at you, its decaying fingers reaching for your face. You sidestepped, narrowly avoiding its grasp, but lost your footing on the uneven ground. You stumbled backward, your ankle twisting beneath you in a sharp, agonizing pain.

You cried out, the sound lost in the chaotic din of the fight. Daryl whirled around, his eyes widening in concern. He dispatched the walker closest to you with a swift blow to the head, then turned his attention to the remaining horde.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.

"My ankle," you gasped, wincing as you tried to put weight on it. "I think I twisted it."

Daryl cursed under his breath. He knew you couldn't fight like this. He quickly assessed the situation, his mind racing. They were outnumbered, and you were vulnerable. He needed to get you out of here.

With a swift movement, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. "Hold on," he growled, his grip firm.

He positioned you behind him, using his own body as a shield against the advancing walkers. He continued to fight, his movements now hampered by the need to protect you. But you could see the determination in his eyes, the unwavering resolve to keep you safe.

As the walkers continued to close in, Daryl knew he needed to create a diversion. He glanced around, searching for anything that could give them an advantage. His eyes landed on a rusted-out pickup truck parked nearby.

"We gotta move," he said, his voice urgent. "Can you walk?"

You nodded, gritting your teeth against the pain. "I can try."

Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist, supporting your weight as you limped towards the truck. He fired his crossbow, creating a path through the walkers, then shoved you towards the open driver's side door.

"Get in," he ordered. "I'll cover you."

You scrambled into the truck, your heart pounding in your chest. Daryl stood his ground, his crossbow spitting bolts of death, buying you precious time.

Finally, with a final desperate shot, he leaped into the truck beside you. He slammed the door shut, started the engine, and slammed the accelerator. The truck lurched forward, tires spitting gravel as it sped away from the horde.

You clung to the dashboard, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You glanced at Daryl, his face etched with exhaustion and concern.

"You okay?" you asked, your voice trembling.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "We're clear for now."

He drove in silence for several minutes, his jaw tight, his grip white-knuckled on the steering wheel. You could feel the tension radiating from him, the lingering fear of what had almost happened.

Finally, he pulled the truck to a stop in a secluded clearing, hidden amongst the trees. He cut the engine and turned to face you.

"Let me see your ankle," he said, his voice softer now.

You carefully lifted your leg and showed him your swollen ankle. He examined it gently, his touch surprisingly tender.

"It's sprained," he said. "You ain't gonna be walkin' on that for a while."

He sighed, running a hand through his greasy hair. He knew this was going to make things difficult. They needed to find a safe place to rest, to tend to your injury.

He reached into the back of the truck and pulled out a first-aid kit. He knelt beside you and began to wrap your ankle with a bandage.

As he worked, you watched him, your heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and affection. You were struck by the contrast between his tough exterior and his gentle touch. You knew that beneath the gruffness and the stoicism, he was a deeply caring man.

When he finished bandaging your ankle, he sat back on his heels and looked at you, his eyes searching your face.

"Thank you, Daryl," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "For everything."

He shrugged, his gaze shifting away from yours. "Don't mention it."

But you knew it was more than just "everything." He had risked his life to save you, putting your safety above his own. He had shown you a level of loyalty and devotion that you had never experienced before.

He stood up and walked to the back of the truck. He rummaged around for a moment, then turned back to you, holding something in his hands.

It was his vest. The iconic, leather vest that he wore every single day. The vest that had become a symbol of his strength, his resilience, his identity.

He walked over to you and knelt down again. He held the vest out to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"Here," he said, his voice gruff but sincere. "You take this."

You stared at the vest, your mind reeling. You couldn't believe he was offering it to you. It was the most personal thing he owned, a part of him that he rarely shared with anyone.

"Daryl, I can't," you said, shaking your head. "This is yours."

He reached out and took your hand, his fingers brushing against your skin. His touch sent a shiver down your spine.

"I want you to have it," he said, his voice firm. "It'll protect you. Keep you safe."

You looked into his eyes, and you saw the depth of his feelings for you. You saw the love, the care, the unspoken emotions that he had kept hidden for so long.

You reached out and took the vest from his hands. The leather was soft and worn, molded to the shape of his body. It smelled of woodsmoke and leather and something else, something uniquely Daryl.

You slipped the vest on, and it felt like you were being wrapped in his arms. It was warm and comforting, a tangible reminder of his presence.

"Thank you," you said, your voice choked with emotion. "I'll cherish it."

He smiled, a rare and genuine smile that lit up his entire face. "I know you will."

He stood up and helped you out of the truck. He led you to a nearby tree and helped you sit down, making you comfortable against the trunk.

He sat down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. He didn't say anything, but you could feel his presence, his warmth, his unwavering support.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. You were safe, you were loved, and you had Daryl's vest to keep you warm. In this brutal and unforgiving world, you had found something precious, something worth fighting for. You had found love in the apocalypse. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. The vest wasn't just a piece of clothing; it was a promise, a symbol of a connection that ran deeper than words could express. It was a piece of Daryl's heart, now entrusted to yours.

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smutinlove · 1 year ago

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—JASON TODD AND CARL GRIMES X READER—TRINITY—SMUT

—searching, finding, begging, needing, wishing.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Jason Todd and Carl Grimes were two different people who had met on the occasion of joining forces to defeat a common enemy, a man named Negan Smith. Carl was twenty when he and Jason combined their communities.

Two years had gone by, and their communities fought Negan. They had managed to get rid of a few outposts and had killed a lot of saviors. But whenever they cut the head off one, two heads took their place.

Jason Todd and Carl Grimes were two different people who had met on the occasion of joining forces to defeat a common enemy, a man named Negan Smith.

But there was one thing—well, rather, a person—that always intrigued them. Negan Smith's daughter, Y/N Smith. They had seen you fighting side-by-side with the other saviors. You had killed some of Carl and Jason's men.

You even fought Carl and Jason once. But that fight had ended with you flirting with them and giving Carl a quick kiss, both confusing him and Jason.

You often thought of that kiss. His lips were soft and enticing, leaving you wanting more. But you also wondered what Jason tasted like. I mean, he had the body of a Greek god. That was rare.

You gazed at the starry night. Today was quite peaceful. The grass clung to your arms as you laid back. Your father also hadn't planned any attacks on Alexandria, and neither did Alexandria on the Saviors. But your lips longed for the two men behind enemy lines.

You closed your eyes, wishing things could be different. Then, maybe they could. You got up and ran back inside. You went into your bedroom and searched for a pen and paper.

You quickly got down to writing:

To my two favorite Alexandrians,

We need to talk. Me and my father want a truce. Too many people have been hurt and have suffered. Both on our side and yours. Meet us in the woods behind Alexandria. There will be a camper van. Knock twice. Be there tomorrow at night. We only want you two.

-Y/N Smith

You folded the piece of paper twice and left your room to find someone who'd be willing to give it to them. Then, you spotted a boy who was two years younger than you. He'd do anything you asked.

You smirked and walked up to him. "Hey, Daniel," you said flirtatiously. He grinned sheepishly. "I was wondering if you could give this note to Carl and Jason? They're at Alexandria. You know them, right?"

He nodded. "Why? Is it important?" he asked. You nodded. "Do this for me, and you'll be rewarded." Daniel's eyes lit up, and he did as you asked. He skipped off, leaving you smirking.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You heard a small rustling sound near the bushes. You smirked. It was them.

You heard a knock. Then, another. You went over, unlocked the camper van, and let them in. "Hey," you said sweetly. Jason and Carl entered. "Get comfortable," you said. The two sat down on the sofa.

"Where's your dad?" Carl asked. "Oh, he's not here," you said, sitting next to Jason. "Wait—" You smashed Jason's lips against yours, cutting him off. The thing is, he didn't pull away.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Jason's hands trailed down your waist, stopping at your hips. You felt a pair of lips trail down your neck. It was Carl. One of his hands was on your waist, his finger digging into it.

You pulled away from Jason and started to kiss Carl; his lips fit perfectly against yours. Your hands were tangled in his hair. Jason got down on his knees and pulled down your shorts, revealing your lacy black panties.

"Dirty, girl," he chuckled before pulling them down as well. Once Carl pulled away from the kiss, he started to work on your upper body. He took off your shirt, revealing your bra that matched your underwear.

He skillfully unclasped it.

Carl's mouth attacked your boob, his tongue swirling around the nipple. His free hand kneaded your other boob. Jason spread your legs and started to plant kisses from your knee to your thigh.

"Oh god," you moaned.

Carl's mouth attacked your breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple. His free hand kneaded your other breast. Jason spread your legs and started to plant kisses from your knee to your thigh.

"Oh god," you moaned. Jason's mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue drawing circles on it. Your hands pulled on Carl's hair.

Carl sucked hard on your breast. Jason inserted a finger into your core, and a pornographic moan came out of you.

Jason pumped his finger faster, while Carl left love bites on your neck and boobs.

You felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach. Carl pulled away from your chest and started to attack your mouth, his tongue sliding against your bottom lip. You allowed him to explore your mouth.

You let out a muffled moan into the kiss as Jason curled his finger, hitting your g-spot. You were so close. Jason continued to pump his finger. "Let it out, doll," and you swore you experienced heaven.

You broke away from the kiss and cried out. Jason's mouth and finger never left your core. After a minute, Jason stood up and crashed his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself. You felt his erection rub against your knee. You also felt Carl's erection against your back.

"I'm not done with you two yet," you murmured.

You pulled away and unbuttoned Carl's shirt and pulled it down his arms, throwing it to the ground. Jason took his shirt off, revealing his perfectly sculpted body.

You stood up, and unbuckled Carl's belt, and let his pants slide down. You took his boxers off, and his cock sprung out.

Jason did the same to himself. You took your time to admire them; their bodies were perfect, no scars or anything.

"See something you like?" Carl asked. You smirked. You pushed them down on the sofa. You climbed into Jason's lap and started to grind on him. "Fuck, angel. You're perfect," he groaned.

His fingers dug into your ass, helping you move faster. You felt him getting harder. You stopped and turned around. Carl was in front of you. "I want you both," you breathed.

Jason grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your core.

"You sure about this, princess?" he asked. You nodded.

"Please," you moaned. Jason's eyes darkened. He lifted you up slightly and let his cock slide into your cunt. You moaned at the sensation of being full.

"Holy fuck," he cursed. Carl's fingers wrapped around his own cock, pumping slowly.

Jason's hands were on your waist. You moved up and down his shaft, feeling his veins rub against your walls.

Carl's free hand played with your boobs. Jason leaned his head on the sofa, groaning. You moaned, feeling him hit your g-spot. Jason's hands gripped your waist, his hips meeting yours. "God, angel, you feel so good. I'm going to fill 'ya up."

You leaned back on his chest, your back arching. You moaned loudly. Jason's hands went back to your hips, controlling your speed.

"Come on, baby. Come for me," Jason whispered in your ear. Your body jerked as you reached your climax. "Jason!" you screamed. You panted. Jason lifted you off him.

Jason and Carl grinned. They lifted you up. Carl grabbed his cock and aligned himself at your entrance.

You felt his tip penetrate your hole. He groaned and thrusted in, inch by inch. "Oh my god," you cried. "Holy shit," Carl groaned. "So fucking tight," Jason was behind you. He kissed the nape of your neck.

"It's okay, angel. You're doing so well."

Once you adjusted, he pulled out and slammed back in, causing you to cry out. "Fucking hell, princess," Jason growled.

"Oh, shit!"

Carl's thrusts became faster and deeper. Your hands held onto his shoulders. Jason's fingers trailed down to your clit and started to rub circles.

"Fuck, babe, I'm close," Carl moaned.

Carl and Jason's thrusts became erratic. You clenched around their cocks. "Shit! I—" you screamed.

A second later, Carl released into you. Jason thrusted one more time and came, moaning your name. Your head fell back on Jason's shoulder. You were exhausted. But this was thrilling. The idea of two men fucking you dumb got you going. "Don't worry, love. We'll take care of you," Jason whispered, wrapping his arms around your back.

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THIS IS INSANE!!!! AHSIMAJRNINS

I DID NOT EVER EXPECT TO WRITE THIS. LIKE A FANDOM CROSSOVER???? WOAH... LIKE. ANYWAY I HOPE YALL ENJOYED. this was insane. i cant believe im legit mixing fandoms. who am i? hermione granger? this is so shocking and fun and like confusing but OMG.

this is fun af

anyway i seriously hope yall enjoyed. this was wild to write. omg. (consider this as my VERY LATE 200+ followers special!)

i love you<3

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rickswh0r3 · 2 years ago

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i will never get over this man i fear !!!!

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#give me 2 mins and a hair tie #i dream of this man sometimes #and i can’t get over him #like it’s unhealthy #im on my knees #where do i find one #the walking dead #negan #negan smith #negan smut #negan edit #negan x oc #negan x you #negan x reader #negan imagine #negan fanfiction #twd negan #the walking dead negan

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sourhaneyart · 8 months ago

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Summary: Just a little snapshot—or the spark of something much bigger?.. Pairing: fem!reader x negan smith (S7) Negan stood on one of the lower levels of the Sanctuary, looking up to where Y/N leaned casually against the metal railing. She held a mug of coffee in her hands, steam rising gently from it, and her gaze was set somewhere beyond, fixed on the familiar bustle of his people below. She looked calm, collected, and utterly uninterested in the noisy crowd beneath her. He watched her, narrowing his eyes, as a warm, persistent feeling stirred within him.

His hand instinctively moved to the bat at his side, and he caught himself wondering why he even kept it around anymore. Control, power, certainty—it was all second nature to him, like breathing. But the moment he set eyes on Y/N, that sense of grounding began to slip. In her laid-back stance, there was something so strong, so unshakable, that it almost grated on him—yet now, it just fed that strange feeling that had been building with every glance she cast down.

Her independence didn’t follow his rules, and maybe that’s why she had somehow become more important than anyone else filling the Sanctuary. It was as if her very existence challenged everything he’d built, and yet she was still a part of it—his world.

He didn’t rush to approach her, content to watch a bit longer, feeling how her calm confidence caught him even more with each small movement. She seemed to know she had his attention, but she never gave a hint of weakness, not a single yielding glance. She simply was, and that alone made his hard-won kingdom—every rule, every thread of control—suddenly feel empty without her in it.

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1427 · 1 year ago

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masterlist

they're literally all NSFW 😇📢

Daryl Dixon x OFC

When the Levee Breaks (Beatle)

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 //

i love you (always forever) (sister!ofc)

In the winter of ‘95 Daddy died. Leaving Lady to finish up her senior year in high school, and Daryl to brood over when to sell the house. The summer of ‘96 is the first time Lady feels alive. Daryl wants to give her one last summer to remember before she has to grow up for real.

part 1 // part 2

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Something to Prove

Every time your mom goes down to the city with Merle she lets Daryl stay behind and watch TV.

part 1 // part 2 //

petal plush’d

Sinnedenoderum: Floral Species - When inhaled by human beings it has psychoactive properties as well as acting on the nervous and vascular systems. Often causes a lack of inhibitions and desire or delusion of the need for sexual intercourse. In some cases will cause tumecense in individuals affected.

Negan x Reader

humiliation

Negan makes an example of you. (extremely dubious consent)

Would you? (niece!reader)

Your mom dies, leaving Lucille and Negan as your guardians. Lucille dies, the world ends, and Negan becomes the leader of the Saviors. After taking residence in the Sanctuary he becomes a stranger. No one wants anything to do with Negan’s “daughter”, so when you confront Negan about needing company, he obliges. You don’t realize that the feelings you’re developing are inappropriate, but Negan does.

part 1 // part 2

Boyd Crowder X OFC

dirge (Beatle)

Boyd is sick of being full of shit. When one of his new flock seems to see him for who he really is, he decides it might not be a bad idea to let her. (Major character death)

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nffandomxo · 2 months ago

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What’s a soulmate? Part 8

Overview- things finally progress into something more with Negan, but after some drama that’s involved with a VERY jealous ex.

Warnings- angst, fighting, blood, vomit, swearing. Smut, dirty talk, unprotected v in p, oral (female receiving)

Notes- so I’m trying a new writing style and i actually prefer it like this. Let me know what you think! This part is very long so apologies but I hope you like it! Next part isn’t fully written yet so may take me a while but I’m trying. Once again love you all, please don’t forget to leave me feedback and if you have any suggestions or requests for one shots feel free to message me 🫶

Ella

Everything around me was spinning. A mix of alcohol, stress and guilt had engulfed me.

Looking up at Negan, his hazel eyes looked lost, the happy face he’d had on all night had vanished.

“No, you know what… it’s fuckin fine. I guess I read things wrong. I’m gonna call a cab. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

It certainly wasn’t fine. He didn’t read things the wrong way. It was a date in my eyes too, I’d made a mistake with Shane and I knew it. Hiding it from Negan was probably wrong but I was scared of losing him too.

All I could do was watch him walk out of the gardens side gate. I was frozen, stood there like an idiot. I wanted the world to just swallow me whole.

“Ella, what are you doing? Go after him.” My sister spoke up from behind me. But yet, I still couldn’t move.

The anxiety and nerves rushed through my body, a lump forming in my throat. Oh, no. That wasn’t anxiety. That was my $110 steak, a bottle of wine, tequila shots and multiple double vodka and cokes threatening to make a reappearance.

I quickly ran out of the side gate that led to the alley way at the side of the bar. My heels clicking along the floor as I did so. Reaching in the corner, I spewed up the remaining food and liquor that filled my stomach.

Negan

Did I just hear that right? I just took a girl on a date, helped her friends throw a surprise party then out of her own mouth she says she got back with her dick of a fucking boyfriend? Before she went out with me.

I only went outside to have a cigarette and get some space from Simon-who was chewing my fucking ear off about his wife-after he’d had one to many drinks.

Instead of having some calming time I’m met with Ella confessing that she’d got back with Shane.

We’d only known each other for around two weeks but there was something different about her. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Obviously she was beautiful, a fucking knock out.

But that wasn’t it. There were plenty over women who were beautiful. I had so many fans that I could easily pick up and have my way with. But she was different, her brunette locks, them eyes, similar to mine, hinting green in the light. Then there was that smile. god that fucking smile. It made my heart skip a beat. She was doing something to me.

The first day I saw her in the bar I was tied in. Something in the back of my head telling me I needed her. Was it her siren song that wrapped me in? it’s like I had a curse inside me.

I’d only just lit my cigarette when the sound of reaching echoed from behind me. Slightly turning to get a glimpse of who the culprit was and that’s when everything went into rush mode. It was Ella.

I couldn’t help but run over and try and help her out. There’s not much I could do apart from support her.

“Hey, hey.. that’s it, get it all up.” I moved the stray hairs from her face as she continued to throw up the contents of her stomach.

“I’m fi—-“ Ella was cut off by more sickness.

The brunette that was talking to Ella in the garden rushed out the back gate with a bottle of water.

“Here sis, sip, not chug.”

Sis? That must be one her older sisters from her father’s previous marriage. In all fairness, they did look alike, same colour hair, same face shape and high cheek bones.

“Hey, I’m Maggie, Els big sister.” She stuck her hand out and I politely shook it. She had a heavy southern accent, nothing like Ella’s.

“Negan, Ella’s…friend.” For gods sake negan, Ella’s friend. Really. Could you not have just stuck to your name and nothing else.

I took a step back once Ella had finished throwing up. I gave her some time to gather herself and take a sip of the water.

“Mint?” I offered, pulling the pack of icebreakers out of my pocket.

She took one from the pack with shaky hands. “Thank you.” A whisper came from her lips as she put the mint into her mouth.

Even after she’d spewed her guts up she still looked beautiful. Redness filled her cheeks.

“Yeah.. don’t mention it.. are you okay?” I still cared about her, whether or not we were on good or bad terms.

“Negan I’m so sorry, what you heard… it wasn’t what it seemed, I mean it was, but that’s not the full story.” Her big hazel eyes stared up at me. Guilt filling them.

“I’m gonna head back in Sis, call me if you need anything. Nice to meet you Negan.” Maggie headed back into the bar after giving her sister a supportive hug.

“Look Ell, you don’t have to explain anything to me. If you’re back with Shane then I just hope you’re happy. I shouldn’t have walked off like that. I’m sorry.” What she did with her life wasn’t my business. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it sucked but at the end of the day we were practically strangers.

“I’m not back with Shane… at least not right now… I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how to say the right thing. This morning he took me out for breakfast with Hazel, he took me to my favourite spot near the lake and bought me the most thoughtful gifts.. it just seemed like the old times where he actually cared, stupidly I gave him another chance. He promised me that he hadn’t been with anyone in weeks.. then I found messages from two different girls about him fucking them again…. So yeah. It’s over. 100% completely over.” Ella’s voice was shaky. Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes.

Seeing her this upset made me want to face Shane myself. How could he make a women this amazing so upset and hurt, never mind the mother of his child.

“Shush it’s not your fault. I get it okay.” I couldn’t help but pull her into my arms. Her shaking body against mine, her small weeps crying into my chest. I didn’t want her to feel guilty on my behalf. “He’s a fuckin asshole sunshine, you’re fucking amazing and if he can’t see that then that’s his loss. Don’t be crying over his idiotic choices… especially on your birthday.” I wasn’t good with words. All I could do is try.

“I don’t deserve your sympathy. I knew I shouldn’t have forgave him. I just always wanted the perfect family, like my mom and dad.” A small shrug came from her as she pulled back from my arms.

I wipes away her tears away, resting my hand against her cheek. “Didn’t you mention your mom was your dad’s second wife? You had a happy life right? Seemed like your sisters had a good life too… trust me El, having happy separated parents are better than having parents who do nothing but fight and argue… Hazel deserves more than that… you deserve more than that Ella.”

I just wanted to kiss her, make her feel better, hold her close and never let him or anyone else harm her.

“You’re right. I’m just a freaking wreak right now.” A small chuckle fell from her lips. “God I bet I look a mess right now, and i probably stink of sick, I’m sorry.”

“You look fuckin’ beautiful sunshine. Absolutely stunning.” My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I admired her beauty. If it was up to me I’d take her back to my place right now and have my way with her. Show her how truly beautiful she was, show her how she should be treated.

“Do you wanna get back in there? I still need a dance with the birthday girl” I gave her a playful wink, I had to distract myself from the thoughts that were racing through my mind.

“Negan smith, dancing? Now that I have to see.” We both laughed. She was smiling, a genuine happy smile, the one that I liked so much.

I took her hand and we made our way back into the bar. Ella spent some time catching up with her friends and sisters while I cleaned up the mess that was my best friend, Simon.

“I think it’s time you get a cab.” I cut Simon of half way through another ramble about his wife. If I heard another ‘she’s done this or that’ going on about how he wants a divorce. I may personally throw him out. He didn’t realise how lucky he was to have a wife who was alive and healthy. Forget about the stupid arguments. They mean nothing in the end.

“Come on man, just one more drink, I can’t be going home to that bitch right now.” Before he could pull the beer bottle up to his lips, I pulled the bottle from his hands.

“Out. Now. Before I have to drag you out Simon. Go home to your fucking wife, kiss and makeup. Don’t take her for granted cause one day she’s not gonna be here!” My voice raised and hands trembled. I didn’t want to make a scene here. Not on Ella’s birthday, especially not in her work place too.

“Right, right, I’m goin.” Simon finally gave up and made his way out of the bar, trembling as he did so.

Now I had to find my girl. Was it too early on to call her my girl? Yeah probably, we’d only been on one official date but I knew that i wanted her, no one else.

There she was, in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with Rosita and princess like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her body swayed with the beat of the music, it was like I was watching her in slow motion.

Dispute the packed bar, she was the only girl I could see in the room.

Once she caught a glimpse of my stair, she rushed towards me, this time, no heels.

“Come on, you owe me that dance Mr smith.” Her hand wrapped with mine as she pulled me into the center of the dance floor.

“Where are your shoes?” I looked down to her bare feet and then around the room to see if I could see them.

“Oh they’re just in the back. Do you know how hard it is to wear heels, alll night?” She exaggerated her words as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She seemed so little now.

“That I do not. But I’ll take your word for it.” I moved my hands to her hips, moving with her body close to mine.

This wasn’t the time to be getting hard Negan. You’re just dancing with a girl, a beautiful, hot, sexy girl. One that you want to devo—

“Earth to Negan…” Ellas hand waved back and forth infront of my face. How long has she been calling me. “Where did you go? I called your name like 3 times” she let out a giggle, still smiling brightly.

“Sorry sunshine, world of my own, what were you saying?” Snap out of the day dreaming man.

“I said are you having a nice time?”

Even her voice was sexy. I wish we were alone right now. I’d pull her over to that bar, bend her over and have my way with her. One spank for every guy she’d talked to tonight that wasn’t me.

I couldn’t tell her that. Not yet so I opted for a “The best.” A slight smirk pressing against my features.

“Good… thank you for helping with everything.”

“Yeah of course… plus I think if I didn’t, Rosita would have probably ripped my head off or somethin… she can be very…”

“Scary? Intimidating?” Ella took the words right out of my mouth.

I’m glad she had a good best friend who was whiling to do anything for her. As long as that didn’t involve taking her away from me.

“I was gonna say protective, but that works too.” We chuckle, still dancing along to the music.

The next song came on and I knew this caused for trouble. it wasn’t a soft romantic song we could just sway to, it was a get your body moving and ass moving song. My cock couldn’t handle this.

She turned in my arms, my hands still resting against her hips as she swayed her body against me. Not helping the current situation at all.

My cock was straining against my pants, I was surprised she hadn’t said anything. I wasn’t exactly lacking in that department and she knew it.

Her teasing tactics continued until I could take it anymore. I pulled her close and pressed soft kisses against her neck until I reached her ear.

“Keep dancing like that doll, and I’ll have to take you into the back there and have my way with you.” I didn’t care about the consequences. I wanted her. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe it was just the fact that she was like a drug, pulling me in for more.

That night after the kiss in the bar, I couldn’t help but go home and jerk myself off to the image of her in my head. Thinking of every last dirty thing I wanted to do to her, right on that bar. Part of me wishes I just did it. I wished I just pulled them tight jeans from her, ripped through her panties and devoured her pussy until she was screaming. I’d make her beg for more. Beg for my cock to slide into her. But I knew she deserved more than some worthless hook up in her work place.

“Carry on talking like that Mr Smith and I might just let you.” Soft whispers came from her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, and when she called me Mr smith.. god that did something to me. She continued to move her ass right up against my cock. She was a lot naughtier than i anticipated.

I spun her around to face me once again, any more movements and I would just explode in my pants. One arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand gripping her ass. I leant down so my lips hovered against hers. Two could play the teasing game.

“Do you want me bend you over right now, infront of all your fucking friends and family? Because I will. I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk.” Maybe that was a bit forward. Seeing her like this just made my mind crazy.

A small giggle game from her lips. Oh she was naughty. I loved it.

“How about you say your goodbyes and I’ll call us a cab back to my place.” Our lips barely touched before I pulled back. Her face glaring when she didn’t get what she wanted.

“You’re an ass… you can’t just.. just—“

“Just what sunshine? tease you like you’ve been doing to me all night? Go say your goodbyes. It would be rude not too.” I gave her a playful wink and slight smack on the ass as she made her way over to her sisters.

Once I was outside, I lit one of my cigarettes and pulled out my phone to call a cab.

Oh for fucks sake

A black suv pulled up outside the bar. Out came the devil himself- Shane.

What the hell was he doing here. If he thinks I'm letting him in there to ruin my girls day. He can think again.

"Don't you have a child to be looking after right now?" I spoke out as I pulled myself from the wall, approaching him.

"You're him aren't you. The guy who she's fuckin?" Shane said, clearly pissed.

Oh this is gonna be fun.

"We're not fucking... yet" a smirk tugged my lips once his face dropped and he started making his way over to me.

"What did you just say? Do you realise who I am? What I am?"

Oh so he thinks he's intimidating me? Hilarious.

"Oh I know a fuckin' lot about you, you're Ella's sleesy scumbag ex who likes to put his dick where it doesn't belong." My arms crossed against my chest as I looked across to him.

"You've got a lot of Nerve." He stepped toward me, but he didn't intimidate me. He was a disrespectful asshole who didn't deserve her.

I couldn't help but laugh at his stupidity, "I have a lot of nerve?" | pointed toward myself, shaking my head disapprovingly. "You fucked her over earlier and now you're showing up at her party. Are you seriously trying to ruin her birthday again?"

"Last time I checked she was my family, not yours, so how about you worry about yourself." As Shane walked past me, he shoved into my shoulder.

Anger ran through my body. Was he serious right now? I grabbed his arm before he could go anywhere, tightening my grip. "You walk into there and you'll regret it." My voice was stern. I tried to hold back the anger that was taking over me.

"Was that a threat?"

"No. Just a word of advice, y'know I know a lot of people who work with the press. I'm sure they'd love to hear the story about the abusive asshole cop." With my job came a lot of interviews and even paparazzi from time to time. I knew that I could sell this story with the click of my fingers.

"You know nothing. Did she tell you she nearly broke my nose?" Shane pulled his arm away. I'm glad he did, otherwise I would have probably broken his arm with his foul mouth.

"It's a shame she didn't break it. Go home to your daughter Shane. Stop harassing her."

Laughing was heard as Ella stumbled out of the bar with Princess. As much as I wanted to hear that laugh and see that infectious smile, I wished she would have stayed inside.

Once she caught a glimpse at Shane her smile faded. "You've got to be kidding me. What the hell are you doing here Shane?"

"What the hell are you wearing, where are your shoes?" Shane walked towards her. This was not gonna end well.

Ella held up her shoes and shrugged

"what does it look like Shane? I'm wearing a dress. A red corset dress if you want specifics" she had a back bone and I loved it. Right now she was handling herself and I didn't want to take the shine away from her.

"You think you're funny don't you?You're dressed like a slut.". That was it.

I was about to do something that would potentially get me into trouble. But for her? For her id do anything and everything.

"Where's Hazel Shane? Who have you left her with this time?" Although Ella didn't react, I could see the pain in her eyes. His words hurt more than the actions.

"With Rick and Lori"

"Of course she is." She scoffed, her arms crossed against her chest. "You love leaving her with your mistress don't you... instead of leaving my child with her, why don't you just give her a child, seen as she's so desperate for one and you clearly don't have a problem fucking her."

Fury filled Shane's face. That scowl was awful. His eyes went black, like a demon had taken over his body. He was trying to intimate her and by the way her expression dropped, it was working.

Ella was clearly terrified of this man.

All I knew is he was a bad cheat and said some nasty things, but was it more than that?

"I can leave our daughter with who I see fit. Are you calling me a bad parent now, Ella?" He stepped closer toward her. "What kind of mother are you? Dressed like a slut, drinking so much when you know you've got to look after your daughter tomorrow?Out with him after you let me finger fuck you before you went to see daddy in the hospital. Pathetic whore”.

"That's enough Shane. You need to leave." Before he could get closer, I slid my body inbetween them. Tears filled the corners of her eyes. Was that pain, or fear.. or both.

"Or what? I'm just doing you a favour man, you don't want her, trust me. Did she tell you that she was telling me that she loved me this morning? Or that she let me touch her in the car?" His chest was practically right up against me. My fists bunched together. I was trying so hard to contain my anger right now.

"Yes she did actually." Well she didn't tell me about what he did in the car but I wasn't going to let him know that. That's a conversation for me and Ella to have later. "What I do, and what Ella does is nothing to fuckin do with you. Leave. Now."

He scoffs as his hand drags down his face. "Right. I guess you're in to fucking whores then."

"And I guess you're into fucking using and abusing women. The only whore I see here, is you. So much that you had to fuck your best friends wife.Now what does that say about you Shane? A cheater and an ab-.”

His fist connected with my jaw before I could finish my sentence. Just like I wanted. "Thank you for that" I said before I pulled my arm right back and giving him a punch that sent him tumbling. Good thing about being a baseball player? I had a good arm.

Shane held his bloody face for a second before charging back into me.

This was gonna be fun.

"Stop! Stop! Both of you." Fuck, Ella.

In our argument, I completely forgot that Ella and Princess were witnessing this whole thing.

She tried to get between us but luckily Princess pulled her back. "Ell stay right there, I'll get mercer." Princesses voice was like a whisper between the hits I was giving and receiving.

After a few more hits we were both on the floor, he was on top, punching me.

Ella was screaming for us to stop. I wish I could but he wouldn't back down. I managed to gather all my strength and flip Shane over so I was on top, trying to hold his arms down.

"Fucking stop. Can't you see what this is doing to her!" I shouted in Shane's face. As much as I wanted to punch his face in repeatedly, I couldn't do that to her.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed princess returning with mercer by her side. "I got it from here.'

I carefully got of Shane and moved away before he could do anything. I let mercer deal with Shane. All that mattered right now was Ella.

She was a mess. Tears and makeup staining her beautiful face. Her body was trembling with anxiety. Her birthday shouldn't have ended like this.

I pulled her into my arms, holding her close and pressing soft kisses against her temple as she melted into my chest. "I'm so sorry you had to see that sunshine.. I'm so fuckin sorry. Are you okay?" I cupped her face in my hands, wiping away her tears with my thumbs.

"I'm the one that should be apologising Negan…He's right, you don't wanna be with me." | hated that she was doubting herself riaht now. She didn't realise how wrong she was.

"He's a fuckin idiot Ell... you're unreal, you're beautiful, kind, loving, fun and extremely fuckin talented. I wouldn't want anyone else, doll." Even with her tear stained face she was beautiful. Absolutely perfect in every way.

"You're gonna regret this Negan. Look at my face, you've broken my nose. I'm gonna press chargers, l'm a cop y'know!" Shane shouted from the side as mercer held him back.

I turned to face him, still keeping one of my arms wrapped around Ella's waist. "I mean you could do that, but see them cameras?" | pointed to the multiple security cameras around the bar. "They will show that you hit me first, after squaring up to Ella."

"And l've got the recording too."Princess waved her phone around with a smirk on her face.

"Go home, clean your face up and see your daughter Shane. Ella will pick her up tomorrow." I stepped closer to him but not too close for him to reach me.

"And if you cause her any more stress or harm again, that video that Princess has will go straight to the press.”

Shane did the smart thing. He got into his car and drove away without saying anything else.

“Thank you for your help guys.” I nodded toward Princess and mercer. “I owe you a beer man.”

“No thanks necessary, we were gonna head back to the hotel, do you two need a ride?” Mercer had a very deep tone. Even when he was relaxed he looked scary. But I appreciated the offer. Plus, I never had chance to order an uber.

Before I answered, I had to make sure Ella was okay first and see if she still wanted to come home with me.

“do you still wanna come back to my place? If not I’ll grab a cab and you can ride with these guys?” I didn’t want her to feel pressured to come with me after what happened. Part of me didn’t want to leave her alone but I had to respect what she wanted.

Her thumb caressed across my split eyebrow, causing a small wince to fall from my lips. It didn’t exactly ache, it was more of a sting. “I think I owe it to you to at least be your nurse for the night… some of them cuts are pretty deep.”

Was it wrong that her comment turned me on? Now all I could imagine was her in a sexy nurses outfit walking around my apartment, doing more than just caring to my injuries. Imagine her taking care of my cock which was once again pressing against my jeans with just the image of her.

“Well I guess that’s a yes then” I bought her hand up to my lips, pressing a soft kiss against it.

“We will take that ride thanks man.”

***

The ride home was surprisingly fun. Princess and Mercer make an odd couple but it somehow works. She balances out his upfront ways with her bubbly attitude- someone would say slightly crazy- and I’m pretty sure I even caught a smile from him.

Ella perked up a lot. She was laughing and singing along to the songs that Princess was playing. It was almost as if the previous events didn’t happen.

Once we got back to my place, Ella took no time to boss me around so she could care to my wounds.

We sat on the bathroom counter while she cleaned up the wounds with some alcohol pads and applied a dressing to the ones that needed it.

“You’re good at this, if your singing carer doesn’t work out then you would make one hell of a nurse.” I winced as she cleaned up the last cut that was near my lip.

“Perks of being a vets daughter hey… plus I’m in pre-med. my dad was a veterinarian and although I love animals, I kinda wanted to be a surgeon instead. Nero mainly. I find our brains absolutely fascinating.” she shrugs. “So if singing doesn’t work out, that’s the goal. Maybe I could have both.”

“A singing surgeon. Never heard of one of them.” I let out a deep chuckle and slid off the counter so I could stand in front of her. “Whatever you choice to be. I know you’ll be amazing.”

There was that smile again. Her cheeks blushed slightly- a light pink. “Mind if I wipe this makeup off. I look like a clown from the crying.” A soft laugh came from her.

“You look beautiful…I have some wipes in the top cabinet and some moisturiser too. Feel free to use the shower. I hope that helps, I don’t really have girls around here” I let out an awkward laugh, my hand raking through my hair. I was used to having a house full of women’s products but that was before. When Lucille was… that didn’t matter anymore. I needed a fresh start. Away from everything. “I’ll find a shirt for you to wear too, so you don’t have to sleep in your dress.”

“That helps a lot. Thank you.” Her soft lips pressed against my non bruised cheek. Her body slid down from the counter and she turned away from me. “Could you help me with my zip please?” Her head turned to look at me over her shoulder.

Why was I nervous? I’ve undressed plenty of women before. Usually by pulling their clothes right of, not caring whether I rip a zip or a few buttons. I’m not romantic and sensual. I never have been, not even with Lucille.

I wanted to do this with Ella though. I wanted to be a better man and if she could help me be that person then I would do anything for her.

I slowly zipped her dress down, which went to her lower back revealing a red laced thong. The site of her made me want to rip the dress right down ans bend her over my bathroom work tops and fucked her from behind while she stared at me though the mirror.

I had to chew my inner cheek to stop my intrusive thoughts from taking over. Instead I gave her shoulder a soft kiss and headed toward the door.

“I’ll go find that shirt” I had to get out of there and quick. My heart was pounding so hard it was on the verge of jumping out of my chest.

The time was 1.45am, I figured the best way to try and sober up was food. Pizza to be exact. Luckily, I found a good pizza joint that delivered until 4am on the weekends. I placed a quick order on my phone and headed to my room to find a shirt for Ella.

I found one of my old baseball jerseys and some shorts for her so she’d feel comfortable. I’d much prefer if she was laying there naked but I didn’t want to push any boundaries.

I placed them gently on the end of the bed and changed into some comfortable clothes- A pair of joggers. Maybe no shirt was a bit much but it was the middle of summer and my apartment was like a sun trap in the day which meant the heat stayed all night and day.

Not long after, Ella walked out of my ensuit bathroom with nothing for a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was now down and there wasn’t a trace of makeup left on her skin. I preferred her that way. She was so naturally beautiful. Skin like silk, eyes so bright they were like a work of art.

“Hey sunshine, I’ve got you one of my old jerseys and some shorts, and I’ve ordered pizza. Figured we could soak some of that alcohol up.” I said.

“Pizza sounds absolutely perfect right now.” She let out a relieved sigh before sitting on the edge of my bed and falling back. “Your bed is so comfortable and I’ve not even slept in it yet.” Her giggle sent tingles through my skin.

If only she knew what she was doing to me.

“Well how about you get changed then we can stick some tv on and eat the pizza in bed?” I shifted myself off the bed and stood in front of where she was laying.

She propped herself up against her arms as she looked up at me, “sounds great, as long as I get to pick what we watch… birthday privileges and all that.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly with a smirk.

“Fine, hurry your pretty ass up and change.” I gave her a playful wink as I walked out of the room. I could get used to this. Her little snarky comments, that perfect smile.

I grabbed us some bottles of water from the fridge and some plates ready for the pizza. As I made my way into the room, the door was left open slightly giving me a perfect view of Ella changing. It felt so wrong but so right to be watching her. I couldn’t stop. The perfect shape of her curves and that slight mom pouch, a few light stretch marks spread across her stomach. so incredible. Her breasts perfectly plumped and nipples hard.

A shock was sent through my body like wildfire. I just wanted her close to me, every second of the day.

I shouldn’t be looking.

Once her shirt was fully on I gave the door a little knock acting as if I hadn’t just seen her completely naked for the first time.

“You decent sunshine?” I called out.

Instead of answering, she opened the door herself, standing perfectly infront of me with my old jersey on.

“Suits you” my tongue dragged against my bottom lip as I admired the girl in front of me.

I couldn’t help but imagine our nights together. Shed be regularly walking around in my jersey, waiting for me to come home after a long day of work just needing the warmth from her body against me. I wanted to experience her in every single way.

Ella gave me a little spin, the jersey spread up to her waist slightly, revealing her perfect ass. Not too big but definitely enough to grab onto.

“I think this is gonna be my going out outfit. Pair of heels, a belt around the waist. Sorted.” She smirked as her teasing words fell from her lips. Over my dead body. She looked so fucking hot in that and I did not want to share. She was mine. Hair, body, mind, soul. Mine.

I took a step closer to her, placing the water and plates down on the bed before my hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards me. “See, you could do that” I lent forward so my lips hovered over her ear “but be prepared for me to break the wrist of every fucking guy that dares to talk or even fucking look at you” i pressed a soft kiss below her ear, my hands trailing down to grab a handful of her ass. A small jump and giggle came from her lips, going straight to my already hardened cock. “Then when we get home you’ll be getting a spank right across that perfect little ass of yours for each look or conversation you have with a guy that’s not fucking me.” I swatted my hand gently across her ass cheek, causing her to let out a soft moan.

God I hadn’t even touched her yet and her moans were slipping out.

“Well maybe I —“ she was cut off by the sounds of the door bell going. Fucking pizza. What a cockblock. “Take it that’s the pizza?”

“Yup… I’ll be back .. sit your pretty ass down and get comfortable”

Ella’s

What was he doing to me? First in the bar and now here? Any more dirty talk and I’m going to turn into a water fountain.

After the shower, I was contemplating walking out completely naked or at least accidentally dropping my towel. But maybe that was too much.

Then there was me getting changed. He may have tried to avoid me while I was getting dressed, but I saw him peaking through the mirror. Probably didn’t realise that I could see his every move, hence why I took so long to get ready.

God who was i?

I never let anyone see me naked, especially after having a baby. I very rarely let Shane see me naked.

It’s the alcohol. It must be.

I’m just glad the pizza arrived before I said something to embarrass myself.

I climbed onto one side of the bed and opened one of the bottles of water, taking a long sip in hopes that it miraculously cures my dirty mind.

Negan returned to the bedroom shortly after with the pizza box in hand. All of a sudden I was starving and couldn’t wait to demolish this pizza.

“I hope you’re hungry.” He chuckled as he sat down on the bed with the pizza box, pushing the lid open once he was settled.

“Starving.” Is it possible for pizza to look sexy? Because right now it definitely was.

He grabbed a slice and popped it onto a plate before passing it to me. “Thank you Mr smith.”

“You’re welcome sunshine.”

I bought the pizza up to my mouth taking a big bite. “Oh my god” a moan fell from my lips. I instantly blushed realising what I’d done. How ridiculous of me to fucking moan over pizza!

“Did you just moan over pizza” Negan let out a rubble of laughter before he ate some of his own pizza and mimicked me. “Oh my god”

“stop!” I laughed and swatted his chest playfully. “Im hungry and slightly drunk, leave me alone, if I wanna moan over how good it tastes then I will” I didn’t care if I sounded childish. I was doing to devour that slice of pizza like it was my last meal on earth.

“Slightly drunk?” He teased. It felt so natural to be with him. It was like the rest of the world was gone and it was just me and him in our own bubble.

While we ate our pizza I decided to pick ‘Greys anatomy’ for our show of choice. We laid back, watching the show with a few conversations inbetween that spiralled from Negan’s long list of medical questions.

“Well now I know why you wanna go into Nero surgery. It’s not the brains you want, it’s him isn’t it?” He pointed out to the iconic Derek Shepherd. Obviously he was hot, who doesn’t think Patrick Dempsey is hot. But it was a lot more than that.

I rolled my eyes and put the plate on the bedside table. I was stuffed. I probably ate a lot more than I should have done. “It’s not Just because of Mc dreamy… more his sister.” I smirked with a shrug of my shoulders.

In the later seasons of greys anatomy, we meet the ICONIC ‘Amelia Shepherds’ now, she is the woman I wanna be like. Plus she was a knockout.

“He has a sister? Who’s also a Nero surgeon?” He questioned. I loved that he was taking interest into my favourite show. Shane never did anything like me. It was all gross and too much for him. Don’t get me wrong, there was parts where Negan would squirm but he still watched and wanted to know more.

“4 sisters, all doctors. But as far as we know, Derek and Amelia are the Nero gods.” I felt like a massive geek right now. Was it sad? Maybe a little.

“Interesting.”

We watched the rest of the episode and by the end Negan was filling me with questions about what happened and what happens next. Of course I didn’t spoil it. It just gave me more time to watch it with him. It could be ‘our show’.

“I need to watch more. How the fuck have I never watched this before.” He laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his body.

I leant into his touch. The heat from his body filled me, the scent of his citrus aftershave engulfing me. I was so distracted by analysing the moment that I didn’t realise he’d already put the next episode on. I was just focused on being close to his body.

“Thank you for today.” I said quietly, I felt so relaxed. There was no tension going through my body anymore. It was like he’d lifted all the weight I’ve been carrying over the last few months.

“You don’t need to thank me, sunshine. I just want to make sure you have the best fucking birthday ever.” His hand rubbed gently against my bare skin as he spoke. His lips pressed a soft kiss against my temple.

I could feel my cheeks blushing. He was perfect.

I tilted my head up slightly so I could see him, his bright hazel eyes stared down at me. “Why do you always call me sunshine?” I was curious about the nickname he’d chosen for me. I liked it but I wanted to know where it came from. Was it something I said?

“Because the day I saw you driving in your PJs, they had sunshine’s on. And I just thought that’s what you are, you’re a ray of fucking sunshine El, you brightened up my day for sure. And even when you’ve got all your own shit going on, you still try and remain positive… so yeah. I think sunshine goes.”

What a perfect answer. The second time I’d ever met Negan, I was on my way home from Shane’s place after Hazel hadn’t settled for ages. I was so exhausted that I’d ended up just staying at Shane’s and the next day on my way home, I ran into Negan outside the diner.

His eyes drifted to my lips. In the time he was talking, the proximity between us got closer. Our lips very nearly touching. If he didn’t do something now I was going to fall apart. I needed him. Emotionally, mentally and especially physically.

Goosebumps covered my skin as his lips came crashing into mine. Hot and steamy but full of passion. It was everything I needed and more.

His hand grasped the back of my neck, holding me closer to his lips. A shock of electric sparked through my body, straight to my core. Dispute the AC being on, my body was hot against his.

Our kiss deepened with every second, I propped my leg over his body, dragging myself to straddle him.

His hands moved down to my hips, grasping onto my love handles. My hands running through his hair as his tongue slips between my lips, gaining access that I instantly allowed.

I couldn’t help myself. I needed more. My hips gently moved against his groin, I could feel him against me. Hard as a rock. that only made me want to do this more.

My thighs clenched as his hips slightly bucked up against mine. I felt like a horny teenager wanting more but to afraid to try anything.

My lips brushed past his lips and along his strong jawline until I reached his neck. Planting soft kisses down the side, nipping against his skin from time to time. His soft moans was like music to my ears. Knowing that he was enjoying this only made me want to please him more.

The brush of his hardened clothed cock brushed against my panties. My nipples beaded into hard, aching points. My clit throbbing, begging for more tension. I needed this. I need more of him. All of him.

His hands grasped my side, forcing myself to body to still against his. I lifted my head to look at them. His big hazel eyes, burning into my skin with desire.

“Remember what I told you I was gonna fucking do to you in that bar?” Even his words trapped me. Was it possible to orgasm just from words? From the thoughts of what he wanted to do to me? What I wanted him to do to me?

In the bar he told me he would bend me over and fuck me till I couldn’t walk. Right now, That was fine by me.

“Do you?” I nodded. His tone had a slight warning to it. He wanted me to answer. Honestly? All I wanted him to do was follow through with it. His hand slid under my jersey, sending tingles through my body, he pinched my nipple causing my body to jolt into his touch, a moan falling from my lips. “Use your words baby.”

“Fuck Negan, yes, yes I remember.. please, just do it.” I didn’t care if I sounded pathetic right now. If I didn’t have him inside me, I don’t think I would have coped for much longer.

His lips captured mine once again, his teeth gently tugging at my bottom lip before he flipped us around so I was laying flat on my back. His kisses trailed down my neck, his hand pulling the jersey up. Our lips parted while he pulled the shirt from my body. I was in nothing but the red laced panties and I was actually comfortable with him seeing my body.

My stretch marks, my scars. Everything that showed my biggest insecurity’s.

His mouth hovered over my breasts, flicking his tongue around one of my nipples while he twisted his fingers around my other. My moans surrounded the air around us. I could feel the slick wetness between my thighs, begging to be touched. His lips trailed down my body, his hands gently rubbing across the light marks that coated my lower abdomen, caused by the ability of carrying a child.

“So, so, fucking beautiful.” He pressed a soft kiss along the marks. The cage of butterflies in my stomach bust at the seams. His trail of kisses continued till he reached the waist pant of my panties. He hooked his fingers around them and pulled them from my legs while kissing the inside of my thighs.

Without warning his lips went straight to my soaking core. Alternating between gentle licks and hard pulling against my pussy. The flick of his tongue against my clit sent trembles down my legs.

My hand gripped in his hair while he engulfed every inch of me, my moans spreading around the room like wildfire.

It felt so different but so good.

His fingers brushed against my folds, ever so gently until his fingers entered me, thrusting in and out gently to start. His tongue still flicking and sucking my clit.

I could feel my arousal dripping down his hand as his speed increased and my orgasm built up in the bottom of my stomach. “Negan please.. don’t.. god, don’t stop” I was a mess. A horny dripping mess. Two weeks of knowing the guy and I was already ready to drop everything for him.

His fingers curled upward, hitting the perfect spot causing my legs so shake as my orgasm hit. “Negan..” my cry’s increased as he devoured my pussy. His head tilted up to look at me.

“I’m not fucking done yet Doll, never interrupt a man whilst he’s eating.” He took a long lick against my clit. He kept continuing to slide his fingers inside of me and soon replaced it with his tongue, collecting every last inch of me.

“Fuck you taste so sweet.” He lifted himself up slightly and sucked my juices from his fingers. His lips captured mine, the after taste of my orgasm still coated his lips. “Taste yourself on my lips baby… so sweet”

My hands trailed down his body, eagerly pulling at his waist band. I needed him in me. He helped me pull his sweatpants down, releasing his cock. It was one of.. no, the biggest dick I’ve seen in my life. Not only was it long, it was thick too, pre cum already glistening against the tip. It actually kinda scared me. I was definitely going to need to prepare for this. My hand wrapped around him, gently pulling up and down, his moans filled my body.

“You think you can take it doll?” His words were soft. I nodded slightly, biting down on my bottom lip as his sparking eyes locked on mine, his mouth slightly parted as moans came out.

“I need it Negan.. please just give it to me.” Without hesitation he pushed my hand from his cock and lined himself up. Sliding it up and down my folds.

“Look at you, fucking soaking for me again after I just licked all your fucking juices up.” The mix of sweetness and dominance from him was perfect. He knew how to treat me like a princess and fuck me like a whore.

He slowly entered me, the tip pushing in and out allowing my body to adjust to his size. “Is that okay baby?”

“More.. please just take me” I didn’t have to ask him twice, he slowly thrusted into me until he hit resistance. A cry fell from my lips as he started thrusting into and out of me, slowly but deep, picking up the pace each time.

He pulled out leaving only the tip inside me. I pouted up at him, slightly annoyed that he’s stopped fucking me. My pussy was aching for more. My body needed him inside of me. “Why are you st—- oh fuck” my eyes rolled back ones his cock roughly pushed inside me without warning. He repeated the motion a few more times sending waves of shock through my legs. My aching clit throbbing.

“Why what baby girl. You’re so fucking needy for my cock aren’t you. Such a good girl.” I could listen to him dirty talk all day. I would probably cum just from his words.

The sounds of our moans mixed together. It was perfect. I could already feel another orgasm begging to be released. “So fucking tight, such a pretty pussy. This was made for me… you hear that?” He grabbed my chin with one hand. Forcing me to look at him. “This pussy is mine. Your body is mine. You’re mine. Any other man try’s to touch you, I will destroy them… wouldn’t want blood on your hands now would you doll?” There was something about his possessiveness that drew me in. He made me feel protected and secure about everything. He made me belive that I was the only girl in his life. The only one he wants.

“I’m yours Negan. Every part of me… and you’re mine…” my comment was more of a question than a statement. Although I believed it was just us two, I needed reassurance.

His thrusts slowed down. We were no longer having hot steamy sex. This was real. This was romantic.

“I’m all yours sunshine. Mind, body, soul. Yours.” His lips captured mine, soft and sweet. His thumb gently rubbing against my cheek. Soft moans escaping my lips, I was about to cum and by the way he slowly picked up the past, he knew it.

His fingers circled my clit ever so gently. The tension in my stomach squeezed together. “Negan… I need to cum.”

“That’s it baby, fucking cum on my cock.” His words were the tip of the iceberg. My pussy clenched around his cock as I came all over him. Harder than I ever had before.

“Oh … my .. god.” My back arched as he continued to thrust with the same pace. I could tell he was close. The way his moans increased, the way he bit into his bottom lip and the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of me.

“Fuck I’m gonn— are you on birth control.” Fuck we hadn’t used protection. My one rule, new relationships, one night stand, condom at all times. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even consider to ask.

Luckily I started my birth control back up last week so I was hopefully okay in that department.

“Yes.. yeah.” I could feel another orgasm about to rupture, the grunts were louder as our body’s got to our height. After a few more hard thrusts our orgasms both hit us. I could feel his seed filling me. His grunts softened, my arms wrapped around his neck, loosening as we came down from our high.

He slowly pulled his body from mine and laid flat on his back. My legs still trembling from the aftermath.

“Wow.” I was lost for words, that was the most mind blowing sex I’ve had in my whole life.

Sex with Shane and sex with Negan was completely different. He was soft but also dominant, he made sure I was okay, that I was comfortable with his actions. It was intimate. Shane on the other hand, it was just a sex, something so he could get his release. I was there to please him and that’s it.

“Was that okay?” Okay? Okay was an understatement.

He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to his body. He planted soft kisses against my shoulder, sweet and innocent. Butterflies fluttered around my stomach, threatening to burst out of me.

“It was perfect… couldn’t have been better.” I turned my head to look at him. I wished I could stay in his arms forever but unfortunately my body had other plans, needing to break from his warmth. “I wish I could stay like this forever but I should go clean myself up.” I let out an awkward laugh and gave him a quick kiss before I slid off his bed and made my way to his bathroom. I could feel his eyes staring into my skin.

Once I finished in the bathroom, I walked out and grabbed his jersey from the floor, throwing it back over my body.

“I was enjoying the view.” Negan smirked, he’d put his boxers back on in the time I was in the bathroom answering was laying on top of the blankets.

I climbed onto the bed and cuddled into his chest. “Well you can enjoy the view another time. I’m tired and I have a lot..” a yawn fell from my lips. I was definitely more tired than I thought. Not just mentally but physically. “- of mom responsibility to do in the morning and schoo—“

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I woke up the next morning dazed in my own world. My head had a slight throb, my eyes stinging as i tried to adjust to the lights. Once my eyes fully opened I tried to gather my surroundings. The black bedsheets that surrounded me weren’t my white and cherry printed ones. The floor to ceiling windows on the far right corner were nothing like my bedroom.

I took a minute to retrace my day.

Dinner with Negan. Surprise party at demimonde. Shane showing up. The fight. Negan’s home. Hot intimacy.

I must have fallen asleep without saying good night. After our time together last night I was exhausted. I didn’t realise I was that exhausted. Negan must have pulled the covers over me when I passed out.

The space in the bed next to me was empty. Did he sleep else where?

My eyes shifted to his night stand where there was a note, a bottle of water and some aspirin. I shifted into a seating position and grabbed the note, “morning sunshine, I’ve gone to grab the car and run an errand. Take the aspirin, make yourself at home. ~ N”

My heart melted. Even without him being here when I woke up he made sure I was okay to start the day.

After I’d taken the aspirin and water. I decided to have a wonder around Negan’s home. It was a beautiful apartment, floor to ceiling windows which had amazing views of the private sanded area near the lake, curtains that draped down the sides, panelling around the whole open plan living room. The sun light flooded the room giving the white and black walls a golden shimmer. It was so clean and put together that it almost looked like a show home. If it wasn’t for the random pictures scattered about, I would have thought this place was a pop up for ikea.

I decided to make myself an iced coffee before exploring more. I found myself looking at a shelf that had books, games and what looked like photo albums. I pulled one of the shelf which was covered in a white lace backing.

Sitting down on the couch I flicked over to see a beautiful women, long dirty blonde, green eyes which sparkled as the light hit them. She looked around 18, no older than 20. My eyes drifted to her white silk gown. Confusion and curiosity flooded my mind. I flicked the next page to see another photo of her. This time in a wedding dress and a vail.

“Who is this?” I mumbled to myself. Why did Negan have a photo album of a woman in a wedding dress? The quality of the photos were pretty good so I couldn’t imagine it being his mother? Sister maybe? But then again they looked nothing alike. Was she adopted?

My bitter thoughts got the best of me. My heart pounding in my chest as I took a look at the picture next to it. It was Negan and the mystery women. They were Getting married.

Negan was married.

I just had sex with a married man. I couldn’t help but flick through the rest of the photos. Photo, after photo of them together. On a beach, in a pool, in bed, dancing. My mind raced, my headache from earlier returned, my stomach turned.

The front door unlocked. Fuck, was that her? How was I going to explain everything? a random women sat on his couch with no panties and just a jersey on, his jersey. Sat here flicking through her wedding album like I haven’t just fucked her husband.

The best thing for me to do right now was run and hide, but my body wouldn’t move from my seat on the couch.

My heart pounded as I waited for someone to walk through the door. My arms shaking. I couldn’t breathe.

Then Negan walked in with 2 bags and a small gift bag. Making his way over to me with a big smile on his face “Morning baby, how’re you—“ his smile dropped once he saw what was in my hands. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I was relieved it was him and not his wife but still. How could he do this to me? Not just me but the beautiful women in the photos.

“You’re married.” My eyes didn’t drift from the photo in front of me. I could feel tears building up in the corners of my eyes. He knew everything that happened with Shane, yet he still chose to have an affair with me. Claiming that I was the only girl who would ever have him.

He placed the bags on the coffee table before he spoke up.

“Yes..” I didn’t know what I expected. But I didn’t expect him to just openly admit to it. I think deep down I wanted him to tell me she cheated on them and they’re divorced but he took a while to move on or something. Not just an open ‘yes’.

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