#negan x oc

[jdms-flat-ass]

POV: You ain’t cinderella but you’re gonna make it fit 👺

[lanadelnegan]

Cherry 🍒

S7 Negan x Virgin Female Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can't sleep."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh? Are you jealous, doll?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, Negan."

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

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

“Please let me come."

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

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

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

"Satisfied now, doll?" He chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

"Baby.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Negan.." You blushed.

"Hm?"

"That's enough." You giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who do you belong to?”

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

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

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

"Ow. Ow, fuck. It hurts."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, yes. Please make me come."

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

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

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

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

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

[cherryheartssblog]

CAMGIRL PRINCESS

Summary: Y/N has been friends with best friend for years now. Trying to have extra money aside while being away from college she finds a camgirl job. She'd never guess her best friends dad would be her number one fan.

Pairing: camgirl!reader x bestfriendsdad! negan smith (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, recording sexual activity!, mentions of posting sexual activities!, posting nudity!, oral sex (f rec), rough sex!, male masturbation!, daddy issues!, slight family issues mentioned!, daddy kink!, reader has a tattoo!, OnlyFans! account!, porn mentioned!, fingering!, mentions of different kinks!, mentions of partying!, Negan is a professor!, talks of other people having sex!, drinking!- reader my be tipsy during sex it is really not mentioned!, mentions of drinking!, choking!, cursing!, age gap! (reader age is not mentioned!, Negan is in his late 40s)!, mentions of spanking!, mentions of bruising! , Negan calls reader pet names but also slut- a few times!, and not fully edited.

A/N: boarders is by @saradika-graphics. I been using a lot of them lately, all of them are super cute! I been creating a few of my own practicing myself with my stories I usually try to tag the page if I use them! I hope you love this little one shot I threw together, I love you all!✨❤️

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Negan groaned to himself, having the phone underneath his desk at work; his shift was five minutes past over. He couldn’t bring himself to get up yet. This feed, this damn OnlyFans, he shouldn’t listen to his best friend Simon to get. Recently going through a dry phase, he had been trying to find ways to get off.

Negan had not had sex in a year, perhaps a little bit longer. He did not know why; he was not interested in anyone. He tried the dating thing, even the fling thing, but nothing worked out for the older bachelor. A few months ago, while bar hopping with Simon after teaching a class at the local college, his friend showed him the OnlyFans app.

Through the few months, Negan found a few pages he liked, but this one page, this angel princess, whoever the fuck she was, had him wrapped around her finger. Her face was always hidden in the pictures, maybe some of her plump lips and her hair, but not once had he got to see this woman’s face. He felt stupid being this attracted to a woman over an app, even without seeing her face. Her body was just perfect; each part of her he saw knew could not get more perfect. What he noticed is the tattoo high up on her thigh, that fuckin flower on her curvy thighs.

He wanted to squeeze, leave bruises on, and mark her. God, this was fucked up; she could be a fake person for all he knew. But when the videos hit his pag of her, he knew she had to be real somewhere out there.

Negan’s finger was hesitant, clicking over the link, opening his private web, and taking him to the app. It only took a moment to load before a video of this woman’s covered breast was on the camera. Her hair is right above her perky tits so perfectly. The black laced bra had them pushed together; Negan palmed the front of his jeans, feeling uncomfortable each moment. Her voice was low; she was talking had not done much talking before.

She seemed to be shy, Negan loved that.

Negan raised his volume, listening to the woman's voice. Her body was in full view, and her plump lips were seen before the rest of her face was cut off. The older man's ear perked up; that voice was sounding more familiar. His face furrowed, fubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans and bringing the phone closer to him.

“A lot of you been wondering what I look like,” Her voice sounded so sweet; Negan watched her smile as her fingers ran through her hair, “I thought I could give my special fans what they wanted.” Negan knew this video was for the premium users; his stomach twisted, and he was excited. He actually should hate himself right now.

The woman's fingers traced down to her bra straps, stretching them out down her body. Her head was thrown back a little, revealing some of her necks, throwing her head back for her face to be seen.

Negans face dropped along with his stomach, but eyes widened eyes never left the screen. His daughters best friend of all people was on that screen, almost having her bra off and a clear view of her beautiful face.

Negan cursed at himself under his breath, wanting to close out of the app, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted more. Her voice was as clear as now, too; how had he not recognized it before?

His jeans were tightened, and his member was still rock hard. Negan should not feel this way, especially knowing who this woman was. This was his daughter's best friend; she would spend nights with them. He knew he had always found Y/N attractive, but now he did not know how he would resist her, especially when around her.

Negan sat in his office, staring at the empty classroom through the open door. The silence was only broken by the clock ticking on the wall. He had just finished teaching his final class of the day. He could go home, but his eyes were still fixated on the screen. The temptation kept growing; her bra slowly slid her perky tits out for the camera. Y/N gently squeezed them, pushing them up more, continuing to trace her hands along down.

Within a few seconds, Negan had his hardened cock picked through his underwear and jeans. With a few strokes, he gave his cock already had pre cum dripping from the top of his dick that was red. His dick was pulsating with each stroke he gave. His eyes would shift to close sometimes, imaging Y/N; he knew it was wrong. This whole situation is fucked up.

He was digging himself deeper by the minute.

Negan was giving himself a handjob in his office chair, watching Y/N slowly undress herself. The underwear she had on slowly slid down her legs, revealing her plump ass, which Negan wanted to slap. Have her bent over his knee; she would deserve it, too. Negans pace was going faster, and feeling himself spew out as he came, he hoped he did not stain his jeans, feeling himself be released for just a moment.

His hands could only do so much.

Negan felt like a helpless horny teenager, he should just say fuck it and fuck her, but he knew he could not just do that. Negan groaned to himself, looking down at his sticky-covered cum self.

Negan soon felt an itch crawl back, and his eyes moved to the screen, Y/N’s body in full view. This woman was a gem; each part of her was perfect.

And just like that, Negan was hard again.

“Dad! You're home!” Emma exclaimed, giving her dad a quick hug. “Yeah, sweetheart, sorry I'm running late.” Negan played it off with a warm smile, heading to his kitchen, “Had a few late tests to grade.” His daughter was home for the summer from college; such a bright daughter he had.

“S’kay, dad.” Emma smiled warmly at her dad, “Look, Y/N is coming over soon. Is that okay?” Emma asked; she knew her dad loved all her friends, especially Y/N. Emma knew he should not say no, especially the smile she gave him. Negan almost choked up hearing her name, clearing his throat with one of his famous smirks.

“Sure, that's okay, sweetheart.” Negan lied straight through that smile, chuckled nervously, trying to hide it all with his smile, “Just order us a pizza tonight for dinner, yeah?” His daughter quickly agreed, heading back upstairs to call the local pizza place for delivery. Negan groaned out once his daughter went upstairs, heading over to the fridge for a beer, quickly popping the top open. He got a few gulps in before heading to the doorbell.

Negan knew exactly who it was and had no idea how to keep his composure. Keeping the beer bottle attached to his lips, he prayed his daughter would answer the door. When that thought crossed his mind, “Dad, get the door!” His daughter's words were like knives in the ears.

His grip could have broken the beer bottle off tighter once heading to the front door to answer like the gentleman he was. Negan cleared his throat, breathing in, gathering his smile together. “Hi’ ya sweetheart, you doing okay?” Negan answered the door to reveal Y/N; once he saw her, a lump formed in his throat. Her top had her chest in full view; Negan could not stop imagining that black lace bra with her perky tits.

A skirt complimented the shirt that rested on her upper thigh, which gave him access to her legs to gaze upon. Negans eyes wandered over her for a moment, giving her a smirk. “I'm okay, Mr. Smith.” Y/N seemed so innocent when saying those words; Negan could have come from those words, however. Negan rolled his eyes playfully at the woman, inviting her inside. “Y’know to call me Negan now, doll.” Negan assured her, closing the door and welcoming her into his home, “Emma is upstairs; by the way, we should have pizza on the way.”

Y/N had an overnight bag, it seemed, with her, holding tight against her. She'd been friends with Emma for a few years, meeting her in college. Y/N got into an OnlyFans account just for a few bucks on the side while she was in college. She did not realize how much money it could bring her. It ended up getting her a lot of money to quit her job at the coffee shop to do things online.

Sure, she wasn't ashamed of it. She did not care one bit. It gave Y/N a certain confidence.

Y/N was never really close with her parents, especially her father. Once she had a chance to run from home, she took it, especially with a whole ride to college, which meant that when holidays came up, she went home with Emma sometimes.

That's how she met Emma’s bachelor of a dad, Negan Smith. Every woman wanted him, but he seemed uninterested. Y/N always found him attractive. She shouldn't; she may even feel guilty at times. However, how could no one find this man attractive?

“Well, Negan..” Y/N tried to fight back a flirtatious smile, already feeling shivers down her spine from his stare, “Thank you. I'll just-uh- head upstairs.” She knew she stuttered; she hoped Negan would not notice. Y/N trailed upstairs to Emma's room, who was already gossiping about the boys in class.

“Thank Gosh, you’re here; I have so much to tell you!!” Emma trailed off about Josh and Garrett she hooked up with last week, how one dick was more significant than the other. Emma also compared each orgasm she got from them to how many Josh gave her. She almost had a heart attack at the number four times in a row. Y/N choked on the wine drink she had once, Emma told her, sitting on her bed watching Sex and the City together. Y/N knew a guy never gave her that number; barely any man gave her any orgasm at all.

Y/N finished her wine glass and let out a laugh, sitting back with her friend. “I swear Josh, can fuck so much better.” Emma breathed out, the women already on their fourth wine glass.

They talked for a few hours, watching their show and eating pizza. It had been a quiet evening; Y/N knew she was feeling the wine already. Emma soon was dead asleep beside her in the bed, with a wine glass still full on the table beside them. Y/N noticed her empty glass, taking her sleeping friend's drink, making it her own, and heading to the bathroom to change into her PJs. She scrolled through her phone, through her OnlyFans messages and gifts.

Putting on a slick pair of boxer shorts and an 80s rock band t-shirt to match the shorts, Y/N still had her wine glass in her hand, heading downstairs to clean up their dishes. Emma was usually always the first to sleep; wine was like cough syrup to her and made her sleep like a baby. Y/N knew wine may been a wrong choice, but maybe she could have some alone time with Negan.

She knew she shouldn’t want that. Y/N knew she secretly wanted him to find her profile, but why would Negan have an OnlyFans anyway?

Y/N trailed down the stairs, seeing Negan still awake, watching TV in the living room. His legs spread open, and a beer rested on his thigh. God, she knew she could hop on his lap right now and ride him like there’s no tomorrow. She was a horrible person thinking this way, especially about her best friend's dad. She tried not to stare long at Negan heading to the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sweetheart, let me help you.” Y/N jumped at the sound of Negan’s voice. She gasped, standing up from bending down. She tried to stand straight with a warm smile. The older male was quick by her side, inches from her, where his skin could brush against hers—taking the dishes from her, helping her load them up. Negan glanced over her half-full glass of wine; she still seemed to be drinking.

“Emma’s already out, huh?” Negan snickered, shaking his head, “She always gets put to sleep drinking; guess got lucky with that.” Y/N laughed with Negan, sipping her glass and handing him the last dish to put into the washer. “Yeah, she’s been out for a bit,” Y/N answered. She felt like the room was spinning, not from the wine but from Negan. He was making her weak to her knees, just standing in front of her.

It should be a crime to look so good as he did, though. Negan had his comfy clothes ready for bed, plaid pj pants with his tee shirt, and toned arms up for plain view. Y/N was in love with his tattoos, too, how she wanted to run her hands up all over them. She knew she’d been eyeing him for a bit. She probably looked like she was eating him alive.

Y/N cleared her throat, shifting her eyes quickly away from gazing over him. Negan's lips pierced, and trying to hide his smirk, he noticed her wandering eyes. Y/N wine glass was quick in her hand, moving away from Negan’s presence. “I-Thank you, Negan,” Y/N stuttered. She knew she was flushed. She would blame it on the wine, though, “I’ll head back upstairs .” It felt so awkward; the tension felt so high.

Y/N tried to get herself to move upstairs, but she was glued to the floor. Her eyes did not move from Negan’s, whose lips curled up into a smirk. He leaned against the kitchen counter behind him, crossing his arms; Y/N felt like she was starting to sweat. Once she finally got her feet to move, Negan’s words again stopped her.

“So, uh, have you found anything else since the coffee shop?” Negan questioned, trying to see what she would say or even come up with. Y/N’s face widened at his question. She knew she had to come up with a lie. How the hell would she tell this man she had an OnlyFans account? “Uh yeah, I have been doing little things here and there, online stuff, nothing too big.” Y/N laughed nervously, giving him a quick smile, shifting in place. Her stomach was twisted with nerves; the urge to jump on Negan right now was getting more complicated.

Especially the way he was looking at her, the way his tongue went over his lips slowly. God, his mouth looked terrific. God, Y/N knew she was down for it. And the wine was certainly not helping the situation either. “Online stuff, huh?” Negan didn’t seem like he was asking or even talking directly to her. He seemed to be saying it to himself, laughing out loud momentarily. Y/N was confused for a moment; her eyes soon widened.

Negan knew… he must have knew.

Y/N's breathing increased, watching Negan walk over to her. Y/N tried not to show any emotions, but she knew her face was widened. She knew her hands had to be shaking. Her body was shifting back and forth. Her nerves were making her even feel nauseous, with the butterflies growing in her stomach.

“I know you have an OnlyFans, Y/N.” His words could have made her faint; she knew her face was white as a ghost. She couldn’t form words; her throat tightened. “I know I’m a huge dick, too, for still wanting to look once I figured out it was you.” Y/N cleared her throat. Her eyes scanned his eyes for a moment. “You paid for the membership to see?” Y/N quietly wondered, her nails digging into her skin.

“Had to see that one where you show your pretty face for the first time today.” Negan watched her blush quickly for the compliment, her eyes shifting down. He was now inches from her, standing in the kitchen entrance. His fingers wrapped around her chin, having her look up at him. “You? Negan Smith? You should post, too.” Y/N told him, which made him laugh, still having her chin in his grip.

Negan’s lips grew closer to hers; her breath slowly rose, her eyes falling to his lips, falling into his touch once his lips met hers for only a moment. Their lips moved in sync before he gently pulled away, taking in the moment.

“Follow me if ya’ want to, sweetheart.” Negan purred, patting her cheek gently and giving a smug smile, walking past her upstairs. Y/N was like a lost puppy following behind him, trailing up the stairs. Emma’s door was closed; she knew wine would knock her out all night.

Nothing would wake her up.

Nerves still kicked in, though, and butterflies formed in her stomach. Was she about to enter Negan’s bedroom with Emma across the hall?

Hell yeah she was.

Y/N watched Negan hold open his door for her, letting her walk in first, quietly shutting the door behind them. “Let me show you something, doll.” Negan went to his closet, digging into a box on the shelves.

His room was very plain but relatively clean. His bed was made with just blue sheets and two pillows. There was hardly any decor out, just a few family pictures. Negan turned around and pulled out an old camcorder, handing it to her to examine. “What’s this for?” Y/N asked, her lips curled up into a smirk, getting the camera to turn on. “You like to record yourself, correct sweetheart?” Negan raised a question, taking back the camera from her and making sure a new tape was in. The younger woman’s face furrowed with confusion, but nodding to answer his question.

Negan's request took Y/N off guard. She felt her face flush with heat, and her mind went blank. She wanted to say something, anything to break the tension in the air, but Negan's piercing gaze held her still. "Would you let me record you, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Y/N knew she trusted Negan. He had always been fair and respectful towards her. She looked up at him, and his eyes held a hint of darkness she hadn't seen before. Despite that, she still felt safe with him.

“Do you trust me, doll?”

“Yes, I do.” Y/N did not hesitate with her answer. She saw the light on the recorder blink red. She knew she was being recorded now; Y/N always felt confident through the camera now that Negan was watching her.

As she stayed in her place, she noticed his gaze fixed on her. It was unlike any other time, for he seemed to observe her features. She scanned down her body to her bare legs, keeping the camera on her. “Don't go camera shy on me now, sweetheart.” Negan teased, his eyes eating her up, “Strip for me.” She gulped; she felt so nervous. Negan noticed her actions. He wanted her to be confident. She deserved to be; there was nothing wrong with this woman before him.

Her curves was perfect.

Her tits was perfect.

Her ass was perfect.

Everything about her was perfect.

“Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” Negan turned the camera off, his face softened, “How confident you are in those videos you make is how you needs to be now. There's nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” Her face reddened with a playful eyeroll. Negan started to record again, drawing out a long breath. “You're just making me nervous; I've never done anything like this before.” Y/N’s voice seemed shaky, letting out a laugh, keeping a smile on her face. Her hands rested on the top of her tee, her eyes meeting Negan.

"Let me see those perfect perky tits, baby." Negan's words sent chills down her spine. Y/N bit her lip, slowly pulling the top over her head. She let the shirt hit the floor beside her; Negan loved the sight before him. He was finally getting to see her body in a natural person. Negan knew they had to be quiet; the guilt he once had was slowly turning more into lust. "You want the shorts gone too?" Y/N asked, her head tilted in curiosity. She was sure she knew the answer to what Negan wanted; all he did was nod and gesture for her to remove them.

Y/N stepped slowly out of her boxer shorts, revealing no underwear underneath them. Negan groaned, and the grip he had around the camera tightened. He used his free hand to rub the scruff growing on his face; she looked amazing. Y/N still felt a little uncomfortable now being full-ass naked in front of Negan, who was recording her, and he was fully clothed, though. Negan laid the camera on the dresser, still facing them, his feet dragging the ground, growing closer to her. Negan was now in the camera view, cupping her cheeks and bringing her into a deepened kiss.

"Can I record us, doll? Are you still comfortable?" Negan wanted to be reassured. She knew she had a few drinks tonight as well. He always found Y/N attractive, wanted her, and craved her. From the tension building up over the couple of years of knowing each other, it seemed she wanted him. "I do, Negan-just-." She stuttered for a moment; her cheeks were stained red. His forehead rested against hers, his eyes closed soon, waiting for her to answer. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" He asked, groaning and pushing up against her. Y/N had him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss, and both stumbling over to the bed behind them. His hands were all over her.

"A dirty lil' slut ain't ya, doll." Negan chuckled; it was deep and dark, maybe almost sinister. Y/N smirked into his kiss, pulling his tee off. Her hands started down his pants and up his chest, not missing any part of him. She wanted to feel everything, run her hands all over him and through his curls. She whimpered, feeling his hands trail up her bare thigh, her legs staying wide open, wanting to feel his touch. "I'll be anything you want me to be, Negan." Y/N entirely gave in to him; Negan loved her submissiveness.

"Really?" Negan drawled out, his hands cupping her throat. His free hand cupped her pussy, that almost made her choke up. "You'll be daddy's little slut?" Y/N cried out; Negan calling himself made her even wetter than she was. She barely could talk; she felt so helpless, but she always stayed confident in her videos. This man was making her a hot puddle of a mess.

"Yes, Daddy, please just touch me." She begged; Negan shushed her, his fingers resting on her lip that was just cupping her pussy. "Be quiet, doll." Negan commanded gently, his finger drug down her lips, "Do you feel how wet you are on your lips?" Y/N scoffed slightly; he was not wrong, however, feeling his wet fingers cup her face again to bring her into a rough kiss.

Negan's fingers teased her bare clit; she had her hands going down to his pants to pull them down along with his underwear. His cock was hard; Y/N looked down, even seeing the tip slightly red, already leaking pre-cum. His lips kept attached to her soft lips; he could taste her wine mixed with her lip gloss. “I want to taste you," He moaned softly against her lips, "I'm craving the taste of you so much right now, baby." His thumb rubbed against her lip softly, pulling it down, keeping his eyes deep into her eyes. Y/N couldn't help but moan out just at the words of what he wanted to do with her.

"Please..." She started to beg the man, "Please, Daddy, I want you too." Negan loved when she would beg even more when she called him daddy. His touch from his hands made her squirm. Negan kneeled in front of her, her legs wrapped around his neck. She wanted to push him closer to her with her legs, but his hands around her thighs kept her from moving. He slowly placed light kisses from her left knee up to her clit.

Her head rested on the pillow behind her; her eyes moved to the camera still blocking red across the room. Her eyes rolled back into her head, almost seeing stars. Y/N's hands ran through his hair as his tongue slightly licked her folds. Her moans were choking out, covering her mouth. “We don't wanna get caught, doll.” Negan chuckled, licking straight up, making her gasp, “Be quiet, or I'll stop,”

She felt his nails digging into her thighs, but she did not care. Y/N knew he was trying to keep her still, but she could not help but squirm underneath his tongue.

“Please, don't.”

"You taste so good, Y/N." He complimented her, feasting on her more. He was more aggressive this time, keeping the tip of his tongue flicking on her clit. She dug at his hair, "Please don't stop." Y/N moaned quietly in pleasure. Y/N covered her mouth, moaning against her hand. She knew she was already close to Negan's tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart, you're a mess.” He shook his head, playing with her clit, placing more kisses on her thighs, “I’m enjoying this just as much as you.” Y/N groaned out, feeling his lips suck on her clit, his tongue still against her clit. She could feel that pit in her stomach grows; every time he made her cum, it just got better and better.

“I’m so close, Daddy, please- Daddy.” She could barely get words out, and her fingers loosened in his hairlocks. That pit in her stomach burst. Y/N shook beneath Negan’s mouth, feeling herself cum. He licked her all up, making sure he tasted every bit of her; Negan knew he could do this all night to her. He rose to place his lips on hers; she could taste herself against him.

“Why did you wanna record, huh?” Y/N giggled, her arms around his neck. Negan chuckled, running his hands through his hair, sweat forming on his head. “You gonna post this on some porn site?” Negan almost could have cried in laughter, shaking his head at her comment and giving her neck small kisses.

“This is for me, doll. And only me.” Negan seemed firm, maybe even a little tent of jealousy in his voice. “You're mine.” Y/N's lips pierced; she tried to fight back a smile. She loved hearing. His sweet lips moved against hers. “Let me help you out,” She cupped his hardened member, and Negan groaned when she slightly squeezed it. “Next time, sweetheart, I want you now.” He growled as she pulled his boxers down. Negan placed kisses on her breasts.

His uncovered member teased the tip of her clit right above where she wanted him most, his hand wrapped around he’d throat, going into her.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

She moaned, feeling her walls stretch, her nails digging into his back. Negan thrust into her, keeping his pace slower; she kept her moans soft in his ear. She could hear by his breathing he was enjoying her, enjoying this. He lifted her legs more as his dick reached more inside of her, both moaning out.

“I wanna be able to record your loud moans, doll,” Negan admitted, her nails dug deep into his back, his free hand covering her mouth from the moans. “I know some of your little cute whimpers have been picked up, though you can't keep quiet.” Y/N shook her head; his thrust picked up. She knew her nails would leave marks.

“Are you gonna come around, daddy cock?” Negan asked her, his hand slowly moving from her mouth. She bit her lip, keeping her whimpers soft. “Yes, Daddy,” Y/N muttered; her eyes rolled closed, and her forehead laid against his.

“Aw, is it too much for you to handle baby girl? Can’t take daddy’s dick?” He teased Y/N as he thrust deeper into her. “You goin’ cock dumb on me?”

Y/N shallowly moaned and whimpered out.“Fuck-No, I can handle it, daddy. Fuck- you-uh-make me feel so fucking good!” Y/N knew she was getting close. No one had ever made her feel this way. She barely could speak; she bet she did sound dumb. Negan could feel her clenching around his cock, knowing she was close.

“Go on, baby, cum all over daddy’s dick,” Negan commanded, feeling her let her body go; Y/N had her second orgasm washing over her body, seeing more stars behind her eyes. She felt her body go limp, shaking as she rode out her high.

Negan groaned as he came to a climax as well; she felt the hot cum coating her walls. Both were out of breath, their sweaty bodies stuck together shortly. “You okay, doll?” Negan fingers ran through her hair, slowly pulling out of her. He fell to the empty spot beside her, and Y/N breathed out a laugh.

“Im ‘kay, I just uh- probably need to return to Emma's room.” Y/N hoped they were not too loud, too into the moment. Negan had himself covered up with the bed sheets, still naked underneath. He laid back, his hands resting on his head, giving her a lazy smirk.

“Wish you could stay here, doll, but I know you're right.”

Y/N only stayed for more minutes in Negan's room to clean herself up; she knew she could blame her flushed face on the wine if Emma were somehow awake. They had not heard anything, but that could be good or bad. Negan and her agreed to keep this all a secret; even Negan wanted to do it repeatedly.

Y/N's hands were shaky opening Emma's door back up, seeing her still asleep in bed. Her mouth was slightly open as the TV was still quiet playing in the room. She breathed out a little sigh of relief, taking her steps quietly to lay back down her friend like she just did not fuck her dad in the room over.

With a camcorder on... fuck was she was a bad friend?

Y/N had a guilty conscience, but the fact she was she liked Negan.

Man, she was fucked.

The following day, Y/N's head was quite heavy. Her eyes adjusted to the lit room, and she groaned out, rising out of the bed and looking beside her, seeing Emma was not there anymore. She reached for her phone, going through several social media apps to wake her up. She heard noises from Emma's bathroom, and soon the shower turned on, clearing the mystery of where her friend was.

Y/N's mind, though, trailed off back to last night's events with Negan; she still felt like she could feel cum dripping out into her boxer shorts. She groaned out softly, hating how the craving came back for him checking her emails.

An OnlyFans notification popped up on her phone that caught her attention. The name almost made her heart stop.

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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.

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negan becomes tempted with his younger sisters bestfriend.]

Smut

“You are one hell of a fucking tease, you know that?”

It had been five years since you had last seen your bestfriend Trish, growing apart then finding your way back, you both had a lot to catch up on. For a few days now the two of you had been hanging out, filling each other in on life and what not. She was still living with her older brother like she always did. He was almost twenty years older than her and when their parents died when she was fifteen he took her under his wing. You didn’t remember much of her brother besides the fact that he rode his motorcycle, always had different women and sometimes got into trouble. He had a temper that you heard of, but you never really saw much of it. Negan did his best to not get this way around his sister, but the town knew how he was.

That night she invited you back to her place for pizza. The two of you laughing on the couch when you heard the door unlock. Trish continued her story but you couldn’t help but get distracted as her brother appeared from the door. He was more much rugged looking than you last remembered but still handsome, hints of gray in his hair, he closed the door behind him before you realized Trish was calling for you.

“Earth to Carmella” she snapped her fingers making you look back at her.

“I’m asking if you want another slice before my brother takes over this pie” she chuckled as he walked towards the two of you. He figured she was home hanging out with one of her friends as usual, he didn’t notice who you were.

“Negan, you remember Carmella? Don’t you?” He took a double take at you, a bit of a surprised expression on his face.

“Shit. Look at you” you smiled in response.

“Could you believe it’s been five years since we’ve seen her?” Trish continued as she got up to find the remote. She didn’t notice how her brothers eyes never left you.

“Five whole years huh” Negan muttered as his eyes wandered down to your bare legs crossed beneath your skirt. He quickly caught himself somehow forgetting you were staring right at him.

“Hi, Negan,” his eyes shooting right back up to yours.

“She might stay over a few days if that’s ok, we have some plans early tomorrow” Trish sat back beside you flipping open a magazine as Negan took a step back rubbing his hand over his lips. Shit, you had changed so much.

The way he was looking at you causing you a tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach. Never had he looked at you this way before but you knew this look, you definitely saw him look at other women this way growing up.

His lips slightly curving into half a smile as he winked at you.

“Hello?” Trish looked up catching his attention.

Negan cleared his throat looking over at his sister.

“Can she stay or what?”

“Stay here?” Shit, he didn’t think it was the best idea for you to be staying in the same house with him. Negan knew he was attracted to you and he knew how he was when he wanted a woman. He knew he had to keep his distance from you. There was only so much he would be able to hold back.

“No the Empire State Building, yes obviously here, Negan where else?” He looked at her with a raised brow.

“Watch that smart mouth-“

“You’re not the only one with a sarcastic mouth in this family big brother. So can she stay or what?”

“Sure,” Negan cleared his throat before walking out the living room.

“What the hells up with him?” Trish mumbled to herself as you watched him leave the room. Her eyes back in the book as you hid a smile with the way Negan had been looking at you.

The two of you watched a movie as you heard Negan upstairs on his phone. He cursed a lot, you figured he was talking to some girlfriend he must’ve had. He closed his bedroom door before Trish caught your attention.

“Carmella” you looked over at Trisha who seemed annoyed.

“Are you even watching the movie?”

“Of course I am” you insisted as you crossed your arms and faced the television.

After a bit Trish decided to shower before bed while you offered to clean up the kitchen. Negan walked in expecting to find his sister but instead found you tip toeing putting away things in the cabinet. He stood for a moment watching you struggle to reach high up. Each time you tip toed your ass poked out a bit beneath your skirt, the sight beginning to turn him on.

“Fuck me-“ he whispered just as you turned around and gasped.

“Oh Negan, I didn’t know you were there” you spoke innocently not having heard him. The counter in front of him blocking the view of his arousal. Had you not been distracted with what you were doing you would’ve noticed the way his eyes were glued on you.

“Do you think you can help me real quick?” You turned back to the cabinets.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart” he pressed his lips together hoping you wouldn’t insist. He knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to you for long.

“What do you mean?” You laughed a bit confused.

“It’s fast I promise” he made his way behind you planning to quickly help you and leave, making sure he wasn’t too close behind.

“I just need help to put these back in that spot” you tip toed once again showing him where to place the bottles.

“Why the hell isn’t Trish helping you with this shit, she’s the one who made this mess” he mumbled to himself frustrated that he was some how in this position with you.

“Look, I’m sorry I won’t bother you again” you looked back at him confused by his attitude. Standing back down flat on your feet you accidentally stumbled a few steps back stopping with your ass against him.

“Oh-“ Your body froze feeling what felt like a boner against your ass. Your lips parted as you stood still.

“Shit” you heard him whisper, neither of you moving.

“Negan?” You whispered without turning back.

“I’m gonna need you to leave the room, sweetheart.” He knew if anyone was going to leave it would have to be you. If he moved an inch more it would only be towards you.

“Why don’t you?” You teased without looking back, apart of you wanting to see what he would do.

“Shit, just do as I fucking say.”

Of course, you didn’t.

“I saw the way you were looking at me before” you spoke softly.

“Carm-“ you purposely pushed yourself back against him making his dick press harder against you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He groaned as you felt him place one hand on your hip without realizing his reaction. He spoke in frustration but his body acted another way.

“It doesn’t feel like you have a problem with it” You bent over a little more looking back at him. A sneaky smirk on your face you watched as he looked down at your ass mesmerized. Negan looked like he didn’t know what the hell to do with himself. He was breathing heavy, you could tell he was fighting himself from lifting up your skirt.

“Go ahead, I know you’ve been wanting to see..”

“You are one hell of a fucking tease, you know that?”

“Is it teasing?” A hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“Shit, you know I can’t” he spoke without taking his eyes off your ass.

“What are you afraid of your sister?” Your question making him look up directly at you.

“Fuck no”

“So then?” you reached behind pulling up your skirt when he suddenly grabbed hold of your wrist.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish”

“And who said I couldn’t?” You pulled your arm back before slowly pulling up your skirt showing the black thong you wore.

“Oh shit…” he whispered as he slowly pulled your ass against him. He almost felt as if he was about to burst right in his pants. Turning to him you pulled him close, his eyes looking down at you as if he was hypnotized.

“What the fuck” he panted just before you placed your lips on his. Without questioning it he pulled you close, his hand brushing through your hair, his tongue swirling with yours you quickly reached down and unzipped his pants. His dick hard throbbing in your hand, his breath close against your lips.

“Do you have a condom” you whispered as you stroked him making his eyes close, each touch just making it harder for him to hold back.

“Damn you, Carmella” his hand sliding up the back of your thigh. He began kissing your neck making you feel weak in the knees.

“Well…do you?” You rolled your eyes back as he lifted up your leg pushing your underwear to the side.

“I’ll pull out…I promise” he kissed you as you balanced yourself on one foot, tip toeing enough to let him slip right in. A satisfying groan escaping his lips as he felt himself inside you.

“God damn you-fuck-“ he choked out, his hands holding you tight.

“Go ahead, fuck me” you whisperered. He grabbed you harder wrapping your leg around his waist.

“What’s this fucking mouth you suddenly got on you?” He thrusted hard making you stumble back against the counter. A whimper making him chuckle.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Is this too much for you?” You moaned as he rocked his hips against you. Looking over his shoulder towards the door, you made sure his sister hadn’t come down until he roughly grabbed your face turning it back to him.

“What are you afraid?” He teased distracting you from any concern as a shot of pleasure ran through you. Your eyes rolling back

“Carmella, where are you?” Trish suddenly called for you making you gasp.

“I’m-I’m coming!” You called out to her making Negan grin.

“You sure are” he groaned running his hand through your hair, tugging it enough to pull your head back.

“Shit Negan-“ you panted as he tugged harder.

“You know what, I’ll be down there in a sec, wait for me” Trish responded.

“We have to stop” you whispered in a panic as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fuck”

“Negan!” You whispered hitting him on the arm as he thrusted once more before holding himself still. You realized he came.

“Did you just-“ Trish making her way down the stairs cut you off. Negan quickly pulled out turning away to zip up his pants as you quickly fixed your skirt. Turning away you looked down at the sink in panic turning on the faucet pretending to wash something.

“Thanks for cleaning up I’ll finish, you can go shower if you want” Trish came in the kitchen stopping to look at her brother who looked a mess.

“Why are you so sweaty?” He rubbed his face trying to catch his breath.

“Why’d you leave such a fucking mess” he retorted as he quickly walked out the kitchen.

“Why is he so damn moody today?” Trish whispered.

“Who knows” you muttered still a bit lost with what had just happened discreetly trying to catch your breath.

“Why don’t you go shower, I’ll finish up here”

Without saying a word you quickly turned away and made your way up the stairs to see Negan standing in the hall as if he was waiting for you. He quickly grabbed your arm pulling you toward him as he checked behind you to make sure his sister stayed down stairs.

“I cannot believe you fucking did that”

“Shh” he hushed you still looking down the stairs.

“No, I won’t shh. I didn’t think you were gonna do that-“ he suddenly yanked you into the bathroom cornering you against the wall in the dark.

“Well I didn’t think we were gonna fuck” he snapped back at you in a whisper leaving you silent. The tension still running high between the two of you.

“You promised” The way he was staring down at you, you could’ve sworn he was distracted all over again. He knew he promised, he swore he didn’t mean to do it on purpose but he had no idea the damn hold you were gonna have on him. Just thinking about it was turning him on all over again.

“Negan!” You slammed your hand on his chest.

“Alright!” He whispered back taking a step closer.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have done that but you made it a little fucking hard for me to pull out, sweetheart-“

“Oh did I?” You crossed your arms with a raised brow.

“Oh fucking yes. That pussy of yours is-“

“Carmella-“ Trish suddenly called from downstairs cutting him off.

“You left your phone down here someone’s calling”

“Look I didn’t do it on purpose alright” he whispered quickly before hearing his sister come up the stairs.

“Just go!” You shoved him out quickly closing the door and turning on the shower.

Trish came in leaving your phone on the sink as you stood in the shower. Staring at the wall you still couldn’t believe what you had just let happen. Never in a million years did you ever think you would sleep with Negan. What stressed you out more was wondering how on earth you were suppose to stay in Trishs home now. There was no way you could let this happen again.

[ysoandi]

Negan: I could kill you if I wanted.

Y/N: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

[queenvidal]

Welcome To The Sanctuary

Negan x Reader (Rick’s Daughter)

Chapter 3: Trust Is a Lesson

Chapter Summary: Rick's daughter won't be coming home, a decision Negan has to break to Alexandria.

Wordcount: 3775

Era: Season 7

- Part 5 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

It's early in the morning. The Sanctuary is still asleep and the whole factory is peacefully quiet.

Slowly but surely do you make your way down the stairs, all the way down to the last level of the building. Even after a whole week of almost nonstop sleeping, you still feel drained and sometimes also lightheaded. After every managed staircase you need to take a second and catch your breath and fight the dizziness. It’s tiring but you’re determined. Today's your final examination with doctor Carson and you want to make a good impression. 

It was offered to you, that the doctor would come to Negan’s quarters, but you quickly declined. After a whole week of lying in the bed you were dying to get back up at your feet again.

You have to cover a yawn with your hand, it really is way too early.

“Come on, Sweet Thing,” Negan’s voice sounds from the floor below. “You almost made it.”  

Sill yawning, you move on to the next flight of stairs. You can’t help but to smile at the sight of Negan waiting for you, looking up at you with his big, hazel eyes and a faint smile of exhilaration on his lips. It’s almost adorable. 

He’s already in uniform, wearing his leather jacket, glove and scarf. He’ll head out to Alexandria after your appointment with the doctor and depending on today's results, you will either stay at the factory for another week or join him and go back home. 

Excitement is clear on Negan's features as he watches you ascending the stairs. He's more than happy to see you back on your feet again, but even better than that is seeing how much strength you need to do so. He was everything but subtle about how much he hoped you'd have to stay. Of course he'd let you go home either way, no matter the outcome of your appointment, but you agreed on staying if Carson would recommend that. Seeing you this tired just from walking stairs got his hopes up again. Although your recovery was and still is the number one property, he absolutely wouldn't mind to hear that you still need more appointments in the future.

When you’re just about at the end of the stairs, he reaches out his hand to help you down the last few steps. You look at him for a quick second, before taking his hand, letting him help you down. “Someone is in high spirits.” You tease him with a smile. Negan only chuckles in response. “One could assume you’re looking way more forward to the examination than I do.”

“So?” He asks. Once you’re off the last stair, he moves your hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your skin. “It will be good news either way, for me at least.”

You just shake your head, still smiling at him before moving on towards the clinic. Doctor Carson is already waiting for you outside, greeting the two of you before moving in. He goes straight to work, gathering his equipment, while you sit down on a cot, waiting. Negan is leaning against the wall, watching you and the Doc. He really doesn’t know the word privacy but he’d find out what's going on anyway and you don't mind having him at the appointment.

Before doctor Carson starts with his examination, he sets up an IV bag, so you can get your needed liquid and supplements in the meantime. Once everything is ready and connected to your arm, the doctor is taking your blood pressure.

“Still not good but better.” He whispers to himself before writing down your vitals. “How are you feeling?” He asks, “Still fighting with fatigue, still being tired?”

“Very.” You admit truthfully.

“Hm,” The doctor huffs, scribbling away in his notes. You look at Negan, who is wiggling his eyebrows at you. You just shake your head at him with a small grin.

“Alright, now to the stitches.” Carson says. You pull up your top, exposing the bandages. The doctor cuts them open and removes them before examining the stitches. With a pad drenched in alcohol he cleans the edges, you narrow your eyes slightly at the sting. Negan pushes himself from the wall, wanting to have a look himself. He comes to stand right next to you, checking out the healing injury. 

“The stitches are still looking good.” Doctor Carson affirms, filling in his report. 

“Well?” You ask, with a faint smile on your lips, wrapping new bandages around your middle, “What’s your recommendation, am I good to go?” 

“Well, Miss Grimes. That depends.” The doctor looks up from his clipboard. “Do you know how to pull the sutures out?”

Negan’s looking at you quite expectantly. You know what answer he’d like to hear. You look back at Carson again. “I do-” “Aw, come on!” The boss complains, looking at you with a disappointed frown. “Couldn’t you have said no-”

“But-”, you interrupt Negan with a smile, one of your hands resting on his chest to calm him down. “I’d be way more comfortable if you did that, doctor Carson.” 

Carson shares a knowing glance with the both of you before stating, “In that case, I recommend more rest. You’re no longer bedridden but you should take it very easy still. Some strolls here and there but no physical labor. As soon as you feel dizzy or tired, you have to slow down again.

You nod your head at the doctor. “Napping when needed, got it.” 

“Alright”, the doctor starts, moving back to his desk again. “As far as I am concerned, you are good to leave, once the IV’s done. Negan, I’ve made you a list of all used up medications. We are not out yet, but due to Miss Grimes high demand for iron, I need more saline solutions.”

Negan nods at the doctor. “Pass the list to Arat, by now she should be waiting at the trucks outside.”

“Of course.” Carson says, before taking his leave. You quickly yell a ‘thank you, doctor’ after him, before he disappears into the hallway.

“Now.” Negan says, coming to stand right in front of you, both of his hands on either side of your waist. “You really wanna stay?” You only nod at him. “You know you can leave anytime you want, right? One word and I bring you home, safe and sound.”

“I’d love to stay a little while longer.” You’re beaming up at him.

Negan smiles down at you before moving closer, capturing your lips with his. The kiss is slow and tender, almost sweet. You can't help but melt into his touch. 

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Carl is walking the courtyard up and down, nervously waiting for his sister. His eyes move towards the hung up walkers around the fence every now and then, their constant gnarling is making him uncomfortable. He can’t wait to finally leave this place.

Saviors are already driving up their trucks, getting ready for the pickup. Several men and women gather around the vehicles. All seems ready, the only ones missing are their boss and his sister. 

“Good morning, folks!” Negan’s voice sounds over the courtyard. Carl quickly turns around, finding Negan exiting the factory. He is holding the door, waiting for Carl’s sister to step out before letting it fall shut again. 

Carl quickly gets moving. Once at his sister's side, he’s bombarding her with questions. “How are you feeling? Is everything alright, what did the doctor say? Are you hungry, I got a ration from their kitchen-”

“All good, Carl.” you chuckle softly as you interrupt him. “You need to breathe,” you joke before explaining the results of the doctor's last examination. “I have to take it slow and still take some supplements, but everythings gonna be fine.” 

Carl nods his head, listening to you attentively. “Sounds great. Dad ‘n Daryl will be relieved. And the others of course.”

Your brother told you what happened, when you passed out in the infirmary. No matter what he and Sasha did, the bleeding wouldn't stop. Your skin has gotten paler and paler by the minute. At this point everyone in the room was crying, afraid of losing you. Daryl eventually decided to cauterize the wound. His hands were shaking, when he pressed his heated blade against your skin. The smell was horrendous and Carl had to look away. 

After Daryl was done, everyone took a moment to breathe, thinking or more so hoping it helped, that the bleeding finally stopped. Although no more blood was seeping through, it was evident that it was already too late, as even the color of your lips disappeared. Daryl couldn’t handle the sight, after only a few moments he took off without a word and Saviors arrived just shortly after that. You don’t want to imagine the turmoil everyone had to go through. 

“We two driving with Negan?” Carl asks, but you shake your head.

“No,” you say, “you will, but I’ll stay here.”

Carl frowns at you. “But you’ve said the doctor gave his okay?” You rest your hands on your hips, “Yeah, but I think I’ll stay for another week. I still need IV’s and quite honestly I am still not feeling too well. I’d be way more comfortable with an actual clinic and a doctor around.”

Your brother crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I see, but… but Dad probably won't.”

A tired sigh leaves your lips. “Yeah, I know. But then again, I think he’ll understand my reasoning. Speaking of Dad-” your hand disappears in the pocket of your sweatpants, retrieving a folded piece of paper. “I wrote a letter, can you please give it to him?”

Carl is about to take it, when Negan appears behind him. “Jump in, kid. We’re moving out.” The boy quickly takes the note, shoving it into the pocket of his jeans. 

You look at your brother in bewilderment, but Carl quickly hugs you goodbye before moving to Negan’s car. The head of the Saviors waits for the boy to be gone before moving his attention back to you. “So, my dear. We’ll be gone for a few hours. If you want to, you can take a look around my factory in the meantime.” You smile at him but shake your head softly. “Thanks for the offer but I think I'll go straight back to bed. The climb up to the fifth floor is probably gonna knock me out anyway.”

He chuckles at you. “Alright.” His eyes fall on your lips, as he comes to rest one of his hands on the small of your back. You almost automatically cup his face, when he slowly leans down to you for a kiss. Again his lips move gently against yours. Warmth spreads through your abdomen, a pleasant fuzzy feeling. You have half a mind to deepen the kiss, when Negan moves away again, just enough to be able to look into your eyes. “Enjoy your stay, Sunshine.”

After another quick peck on your lips, Negan lets go completely. He moves towards his men, ready to leave. Warmth settles on your cheeks, it still feels strange to be affectionate in public, in front of his people. But what’s even stranger is the fact that no one is watching. Your eyes are wandering through the crowd. None of his people are acknowledging what just happened, no one is batting an eye. You nip on your lower lip subconsciously. People here don't mind? 

Negan and Carl finally hop into the car. You wave at them one final time before going back into the factory. On your way in, you still wonder about how little these people here seem to care about your thing with Negan, their leader no less. In The Sanctuary it’s just no big deal and such a stark contrast to Alexandria. 

A smile finds its way onto your face. Although it’s odd, you have to admit that you actually enjoy it. It’s relieving to be so free of judgment and quite honestly you can’t wait for Negan to come back again. There is still a light tingle on your skin from where his beard scratched you during the kiss. He’s so careful with you now, gentle. It’s so sweet. The thought is accompanied by a fluttering sensation in your belly, making the smile only grow wider.

You’re on your way to the stairwell, when doctor Carson calls your name. “Miss Grimes? Miss Grimes, I’m sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if you could give me your input on one of my patients. I was informed you’re a pharmacist.”

Quickly you bring your thoughts back, focusing on Carson. “Sure.” You move away from the stairs and towards the doctor. “How can I help you?”

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The convoy almost reached its destination. Carl’s looking out the window, seemingly enjoying the view, as the all too familiar suburb is passing by.

Negan looks at the boy for a second before asking, “Did your sister give you the letter?” 

Carl just keeps looking out of the window. Nonchalantly he says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The head of the Saviors huffs a small laugh. “Sure, buddy. You really could not have been more suspicious even if you tried to.” After a tired sigh, Carl retrieves the letter from his pocket and holds it out for Negan to take. The man looks at him, confused. “The hell am I supposed to do with it?”

“What do you mean?” Carl asks, just as confused as him, “Don’t you wanna read it?”

“Nope.” Negan looks at the boy for a quick second before looking back at the road ahead of them. “She told me what's in there.” 

Carl’s frown only intensifies. “And… you believe her?”

“Yup.” Negan answers. “So far she’s never given me a reason to distrust or doubt her. This was your chance to prove me right, that you’re someone to trust and congrats, Carl. You failed.” 

The boy bites his cheeks nervously, looking out of the window again. He really can’t wait to get home. 

Negan’s just shaking his head slightly, disappointed. He was able read the letter over her shoulder when she was writing it, but Carl doesn’t need to know that and the point is that his Sunshine told him about it without him even having to ask for it. She’s always been upfront and honest. Carl on the other hand, he is the opposite.  

That boy still not trusting him it’s not just disappointing, given the fact that Negan safed his sister's life and allowed that little shit to stay not only in his Sanctuary but his own private quarters is downright insulting. That kid still has a lot to learn.

Finally Alexandria's walls come into view. Negan looks back at the boy, “Before we go in, I’ll fill you in on what's gonna happen.” The gate to Alexandria opens and the convoy drives inside. “I want you to go straight to your house and pack new clothes for your sister and come right back. No little chats, no lingering around, no nothing. You get back to the trucks and stay at the trucks, right where I can see you.”

Carl rolls his eye. With a clear hint of annoyance in his voice, he answers shortly. “Fine.”

Negan can’t stand the attitude but is too occupied to care at the moment. He has to concentrate on the pickup right now. Rick won't be pleased about his daughter's absence and Negan is not in the mood for a standoff.

As the car comes to a stop in the middle of the parking lot, Negan can already tell today's pickup is going to be different. Alexandria is full of life, people are already waiting for them. It’s totally unlike the last time. That's at least slightly easing Negan's mind.

Rick’s people are all swarming around the parking lot, waiting for his Sunshine no doubt. Once properly parked, Negan and Carl jump out of the car. The boy is about to get going, but Negan quickly orders him to stay and wait.

Rick can be seen making his way towards them. Distress and confusion are clear on his features as he realizes his daughter is not with them.

Negan greets the approaching man. “Morning, Rick.” 

“Where’s Y/N?” Rick promptly asks in a striked voice, getting right to the point. 

“Still in my clinic.” Negan states, displeased by Rick's tone.

Rick keeps on walking towards his son. Despite the order, Carl starts moving, meeting his father halfway. They hug each other. Rick looks down at his boy, asking, “Are you alright?” Carl lets go, nodding yes. Relieved, Rick’s looking back at Negan. “I want to talk to her.” 

Negan scoffs at that, “Look who’s making demands here. You got a lot of nerve for someone who was ready to fight with me, while she was slowly dying on that cot.”

Rick’s eyes quickly move to the ground in shame, before looking back at the other man. In hopes of smoothing things out, Carl fetches the letter out of his pocket. “She's alright and wanted me to hand you this.”

Rick’s taking the piece of paper. While opening it, Negan orders Carl to get the stuff for his sister. Rick looks after his son for a moment before reading.

𝐻𝑒𝓎, 𝒟𝒶𝒹.

𝐼’𝓂 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇. 

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼’𝓂 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝐼𝒱 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓅 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝑀𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒿𝑜𝒷. 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓁 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹, 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒿𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 

𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝐼’𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹.  𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒥𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉-𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒴/𝒩

Tears welled up in Rick's eyes, as he eyes roamed over the writing. Negan rolls his eyes in annoyance, he can't lie he's feeling at least a little bit of sympathy for Rick’s current situation. Almost losing his Sunshine drove him crazy, he can’t imagine what it must have been like for her family. 

Deciding he’ll let Rick’s defiance behavior fly this time, he slowly comes to stand next to the man. “She’ll be back next week.” Negan’s unfamiliar calm voice makes Rick look up again. “She wanted to stay until the next pickup, because she doesn’t trust herself with removing the stitches ‘n stuff. I’ll bring her home once that’s done. Honest.”

Rick takes a long deep breath, trying to blink away the wetness in his eyes. Once he got himself composed again, he's looking back at Negan. “Thank you.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It’s late midday when you and doctor Carson are standing in The Sanctuary’s courtyard. The two of you are going over the Savior's latest delivery. A truck for one of their outposts is getting loaded. The doctor is checking the requested medications, asking for your opinion on several things. 

It’s so nice to speak to someone who knows about your field of work as well. Although medicine and pharmacy are not the same, they are still similar enough to lay a foundation for very interesting discussions. Carson really respects your knowledge and ideas, he is even up for suggestions regarding the treatments of his patients.

“Huh, in that case I’d recommend Clindamycin.” You look at the doctors chart. “Given she’s allergic to Penicillin and the clinic's stock, this might be the only opinion.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about that, too.” Carson agrees. “Thank you, Miss Grimes.”

You smile at the doctor. It’s such a good feeling being appreciated for the work you do. When you’re about to reply, a yawn forces its way out. Quickly you cover your mouth with your hand.

“Oh, I have to apologize.” The doctor almost gasps. “We were working so nicely, I completely forgot the time. You must be exhausted.”

“Honestly, I am.” You truthfully admit. “But It’s no big deal, I’ll go for a nap asap once we’re done.”

The doctor is about to admonish you for not telling him earlier, when the guard on the watchtower announces their bosses return. Saviors hurry to get the gates open in time for the trucks to enter. Negan's convoy is driving in, coming to a stop further into the courtyard.

A big smile finds its way on your face, as you watch the Saviors exit their vehicles. Your eyes search for their leader when you suddenly notice that no one else is waiting for him. 

An ugly feeling suddenly tightens your chest, forcing your smile to vanish. You find yourself wondering why none of his wifes are welcoming him back. Come to think of it, neither were they seeing him off in the morning. Not that you care to come in contact with any of them but their absence still strikes you as odd.

Subconsciously do you nip on your lower lip again, as you feel your chest getting even tighter. But the little voice in your head is forgotten, when you finally see the man you've been waiting for rounding the trucks. Once his eyes meet yours, they seem to light up. With big strides he's coming towards you with the signature smile of his.

“Hello there, Sweet Thing.” He greets you, resting his hands on your waist. “Been waitin’ for me?”

“Oh, don't flatter yourself,” you chuckle. “This was purely a coincidence.”

With an even brighter smile, Negan carefully pulls you closer to him. As he leans down, you sling your arms around his neck, meeting him halfway, kissing him.

Jolts deep in the pit of your belly spread fuzzy warmth through your whole body, loosening up the tight knot in your chest when you feel his warm frame against yours. His stubbles scrape over your skin and his smell surrounds you. He deepens the kiss, entwining his tongue with yours and you become wax in his hands. 

It feels just as tender and sweet like it had this morning. You smile into the kiss, completely reveling in the bliss.

Franky observes the scene with watchful eyes, taking a sip from her glass of whine as she's looking out of the window. Her nose wrinkles in disgust. Eventually she turns her head towards Sherry, who is reading on a lounger. “Guess that must be her.”

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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He's so precious, my favorite cowboy

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The feminine urge to marinate his dick down my throat 🗣️

[lanadelnegan]

public sex with negan, younger reader. he eats her out on a bench table in alexandria while 'nobody's' watching ..

Keep Me Warm

S10/11!Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is 18, negan is mid 50's), oral (female receiving), p in v, public sex, slight daddy kink, breeding, no plot just smut

"Thought I'd find you here." You approach Negan before sitting beside him on the bench. The coolness of the wood against your exposed skin makes you shiver, drawing Negan's attention to your bare legs in your silky black nightgown.

"Kinda cold out for a dress, don't ya think?" He smirks at you, leaving you speechless at the way his hazel eyes glow in the moonlight. "...Not that I'm fuckin' complaining." He continues before shedding his thick jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders.

You snuggle into his jacket, getting a whiff of his manly scent. This is the closest you've ever been to him, although you've frequently imagined him touching every inch of your body.

"Probably, but figured you wouldn't mind keeping me warm." You tease, slipping your hands into the warmth of his jacket.

"Not at all. In fact, I could think of a few ways to warm you up."

You're not surprised by his words, considering the two of you have spent the past month with your eyes glued to each other and exchanging flirty remarks every time you pass each other.

"Name one, besides your jacket." You encourage him to continue.

"I could just fuckin' show you, doll." He looks to you and your cheeks redden, either from his boldness, or the frigid cold- one of the two.

"Okay." You whisper softly, meeting his playful gaze.

As soon as you give him the green light, his lips press to yours as his hand reaches up, caressing the side of your neck. You moan into his mouth and deepen the kiss by parting your lips and letting him in. The feeling of his tongue against yours makes your insides tingle as he kisses you hard but soft at the same time.

You knew he'd be a good kisser with the way he carries himself, but you had no idea it would be this good.

Chills spread through your body and down your legs as you grip at his t-shirt, pulling him closer to you. His hand drops to your thigh, rubbing the goosebumps on your soft skin.

He chuckles darkly, sliding his hand upwards on your leg and stopping right at the edge of your dress. His other arm rests on the bench behind you as his body faces yours and he whispers in your ear.

"Spread for me, sweetheart."

The sound of his deep voice radiates to your core as you spread your legs open slightly, allowing him access.

"I think it's working, baby.. I can feel the heat coming from you already." He says with arrogance.

"Negan.. please.. touch me." You beg, placing your hand on top of his and urging it to your center.

His hand cups your pussy as he groans softly in your ear at the realization that you're not wearing panties.

"You are such a bad girl." He laughs seductively, dipping his middle finger through your folds. "I'm old enough to be your damn father, you know that? Hell, maybe even grandfather. I should not think of you the way I do, but.. the hell am I supposed to do when you eye fuck me all day then come see me wearing this slutty little dress and no goddamn panties?"

You can't help but whimper at his filthy words until a porch light flicking on nearby distracts you.

"Negan... Someone could see us." You breathe heavily as his finger swirls circles slowly around your swollen clit.

"Let's give them a goddamn show then." He removes his hand, bringing his finger to your mouth until you open and suck your juices off your finger. "Has anyone ever eaten your pussy, baby?"

You shake your head no with his finger still in your mouth.

"Good." He says, getting down on his knees in the ground in front of you. Before you can stop him, he lifts your legs over his shoulders and pulls you closer towards the edge of the bench until his mouth is hovering right above your exposed, dripping cunt.

"Look at this, sweetheart. I've barely fuckin' touched you and you are goddamn leaking for me already."

You bite your lower lip as you look down at him, bucking your hips a little as you try to get closer to his face. He chuckles at your desperate movements, holding you down firmly to the bench.

"Negan, hurry." You look around nervously, noticing two people walking out of their house in the distance.

"Let me enjoy this, doll. Gonna take my fuckin' time with you and if people wanna watch.. that's on them." He says before finally dipping his head between your legs and immediately pushing his tongue through your hole.

You look down at him, making an o-shape with your mouth as your hand drifts to his peppery hair, gripping it gently.

You feel his talented tongue flick inside of you over and over before he retracts it, gliding his tongue up your slit until reaching your clit and sucking gently. Your legs instinctively wrap around his head, pulling him closer as your head falls back with pleasure.

"Ahh, Negan." You moan out, lifting your hips slightly off the bench at the intense sensation.

"Feel good baby? You like that?" He says after coming up for air, watching your expression as he slides his middle finger into you and curving it perfectly into your g-spot continuously.

Just as your orgasm builds inside you, a couple appears from the side of a house, casually walking along the sidewalk going in the opposite direction.

Negan notices you looking at them as you cover your hand with your mouth, attempting to stay quiet and not draw their attention. He glances back at them before looking to you with a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Don't look at them baby. Look at me." His finger curves at a faster pace as his head drops between your legs once again. As soon as his tongue makes contact with your clit, you feel the overwhelming sensation rush over you.

"Negan.. Negan I'm gonna.." You whisper, as tears fill the corners of your eyes.

"That's it, cum for daddy. That's my good. fuckin'. girl." His voice grows deeper with each word as he removes his finger, replacing it with his tongue as you cry out. He spreads your legs apart as wide as possible before catching every drop of you in his mouth and groaning with satisfaction.

The couple looks behind them at the two of you before awkwardly looking away and quickening their steps when they realize what's happening.

"You taste so goddamn good, sweetheart." Negan stands, adjusting the manhood that's straining beneath his black jeans. "You warm yet?" He smirks, wiping your juices off his beard with his thumb as he takes his seat next to you.

He grips your jaw with his fingers, tilting your head to meet his as he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

"Negan.." You breathe into his mouth.

"Yeah baby?" He says, still kissing you.

"Need more of you.."

Negan chuckles, breaking away from the kiss as he looks around. You both notice it's grown darker around you as most of the houses have completely turned their lights out.

You don't give him time to answer before you're climbing in his lap as your dress naturally bunches around your waist.

"Please, Negan. I need you inside me.. now." You beg, unbuttoning his pants.

"I'm not stoppin' you darlin'. Whatever I got.. it's yours."

He digs his fingers into your hips as you pull his hardening cock out of his pants, jerking it only a couple of times before it stands completely erect against his stomach. You look down at it, biting your lip at the intimidating size.

"You sure you're ready for me, baby?" He asks, smirking up at you.

You answer him by settling your knees comfortably on either side of him and lining his dick up to your already soaked entrance.

"You sure you're ready for me?" You ask him, before sliding your tight cunt down on him completely, making his head fall back and a deep moan to escape his throat. Your fingers intertwine in the back of his hair as you look down at him and watch his face as you pleasure him.

You've always had a crush on Negan, but seeing him this way and hearing the desperate, filthy sounds coming from his mouth brings it to a level you never thought possible.

You grind on him pathetically, selfishly focusing on making yourself cum again as you direct your g-spot perfectly into the tip of him over and over.

Your orgasm hits you like a semi truck as you lean back suddenly and cry out his name, unable to control yourself due to the immense pleasure. Negan's arms wrap around your back, keeping you from falling as you ride out your orgasm and he looks down between the two of you, watching your liquids drip down his long, thick cock.

"Ah, fuck, baby. Look. at. that. Making such a mess on daddy."

You regain your composure, leaning back up and maneuvering yourself on your feet on either side of the bench so you can easily bounce on him.

He helps guide you with his hands firmly planted on your ass cheeks as you grip his shoulders and begin to bounce up and down on him.

"Fuck. Just like that, baby. Just like that." He praises you, bringing one of his hands up to your hair and tugging on it until your head falls back. "So fucking proud of you for taking my cock so deep." He grunts out, and you know he's close from his erratic breathing and sweaty forehead.

"Will you cum in me, Negan? Please?" You ask innocently.

"Fuck, doll." He says out of breath. "Don't fuckin' tempt me."

"But I want it, daddy. Please.. want you to fill me up so I can sleep with it dripping out of me tonight and think of you." You say even more innocently than before, wanting him to give in.

He looks up at you with a serious expression on his face as you continue to ride him. "Damn, baby." He grunts as you bounce faster and more deliberate, desperate for him to spill inside of you. "How the hell am I supposed to say no to that?"

You lean down to kiss him hard as he suddenly holds your hips firmly in place against him. His head drops back further, pulling him away from the kiss as he lets out a long, hoarse groan, following it with short grunts with each rope of cum that pulses out of him.

You make out for minutes until his dick finally softens and you lift yourself off of him, shielding yourself from the cold as you snuggle into his jacket that's still wrapped around you.

"You think anyone saw us?" You ask as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

"Fuckin' hope so."

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[cherryheartssblog]

HOME ALONE

Summary: Y/N is home alone for the weekend while her parents are away. While being home alone during the holidays, her friendly neighbor Negan decided to drop by even if it is uninvited.

Warnings: not fully edited, smut, cursing, oral sex (fem receiving), age gap (the reader is in her 20s, and Negan is in her 40s), Negan being a total perv!, breaking into houses!, Stalker vibes!,reader unaware of sexual actions!, tremendous sexual tension, references to the movie Home Alone, and small daddy k!nk.

A KINKMAS STORY

Each year was the same.

Y/N would come home from the holidays, and her parents would take their annual trip the weekend before Christmas. She would be alone in the house to house-sit, which was honestly something she looked forward to.

Her mother was far from a Scrooge when it came to Christmas.

The house was decked out from top to bottom in Christmas decorations and looked more like Santa's workshop. Her mother and father would pull everything out during Thanksgiving dinner and decorate while watching their annual Christmas movies the following night.

Y/N knew the routine like a storybook.

It was Friday evening, and the sun was already down. It was so early, but it felt so late with the time change. Y/N's parents just left hours ago for the beach for the weekend. Since she moved off to college, her parents always asked if she would house-sit for them, and she happily agreed.

Y/N's parents lived in a high community, bigger houses all lined up in a row together. Some are separated by fences, and some are close to their neighbors. Her father and mother had prestigious jobs high up in the community. YN's parent's house sat next to the end leading into the community, across from one of her favorite neighbors, Negan Smith.

Ever since moving into the community in her teens and attending her last two high school years, she felt utterly obsessed with him. What she loved most was that the main window in her room lined up directly to his bedroom window. It was like a match made in heaven. Negan was a friendly neighbor; he was quiet but helped her father with a lot of work around the house when needed. He would be invited to the barbecues and parties often, getting to know her parents quite well. This gave Y/N the chance to get more flirty with her hot neighbor when turning eighteen. She eventually went to college, visiting during her breaks and some weekends.

She loved getting home and seeing Negan outside mowing the yard, maybe even sitting on his porch. How she would catch his smirk at her, greeting her back home. Negan couldn't help but find the younger woman attractive, getting into her twenties and becoming a fine young woman. She'd always been very mature for her age, keeping a steady conversation with him, not showing how nervous she really was. Y/N let the crush keep growing; even though she never acted on it, she did believe Negan felt the same way about her.

Y/N was never sure, but when she was home during her breaks, she felt eyes on her during times in her room. Her window was quite large, with longer blinds resting to the side most of the time. She knew she kept them open for a reason; she wanted him to stare. She would walked in her pj shorts, and Y/N sometimes would even be in a towel. Her hair would be drenched, sitting beside her vanity brushing her hair… Negan hated how he would peak over. He got smart, even buying new blinds to watch her; he felt so sick. Negan knew it was wrong to watch this younger woman for years. He would feel like it was a show just for him when she would come home.

Sometimes, he would wake up during the nights she was home, peaking over and seeing part of her bed and how her figure showed in her darker room.

Negan felt like such a creep.

This Friday evening, however, she was home alone. She was alone in that big house, and Negan felt a dark thought creep into his head. He knew he could happily sneak in and take full advantage of what she'd been showing off for years across the street. She had to want him as much as he wanted her, right? Negan knew she must have known the blinds were open, especially when she was naked.

Y/N had just got dinner ready after her parents left a few hours ago; she made her a nice healthy dinner for one. She knew she wanted to crack open a wine bottle, curl up beside the Christmas tree, and watch a movie, perhaps. She was in her comfortable matching set, letting her shirt slide over her shoulder. Y/N had everything cleaned up, and one of her favorite Christmas movies was waiting on the TV.

Home Alone

Before she could get the movie started, she heard the doorbell. Which made Y/N jump, knowing it had to be Negan or one of her many other neighbors. She swung open the front door, revealing the attractive older male. A smirk plastered on his face, sending chills down her spine. She shot her warm smile, resting and seeing someone she felt comfortable with. "Hey, sweetheart, just wanted to check on ya." His southern accent dragged out, eyeing her closely. Y/N couldn't help but snicker. “I am a big girl, Negan." She smiled, "I can take care of myself." Y/N eyed his features the way he leaned against the doorway of her more extended porch. His smile was still thick, his teeth grazing his bottom lip, letting his eyes wander. "Don't need anything? A young woman like yourself does not need to be home alone." Negan wanted to suggest that he could stay, even if it was for a couple hours. He wanted them to be with her. Y/N let the temptation boil in her stomach, biting her lip at the thought of what could happen if he stayed.

"We have pretty tight security around here. My daddy makes sure this house is safe." Y/N innocently flashed a smile at Negan, who seemed a little speechless from her choice of words. His face was reddened more, clearing his throat. "If you need anything, doll, I am just a knock next door." He winked at her, leaving her by herself once more.

Negan knew her game, a little cat-and-mouse game. That was always fun.

Y/N got herself settled after the short time with Negan, she felt like she scared him away by her comment. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut and invited him in. Would he even joined her?

Y/N curled up on her sofa in the main room of the house, the tv hung over the lit fireplace. Home Alone echoed through the house, she sipped her wine she had made. Y/N felt cozy and settled letting herself be into the movie not caring about her surroundings. The movie was comforting to her reminding her of her childhood, it was a cute Christmas movie.

Y/N heard a slight bump breaking her trance that was lost in the movie. Her hands tight around the blanket, observing around her. The house was old, the wind would make the house creek. She’d been there plenty of times alone, she was not going it to affect her now. The younger woman cozied back up, pulling the blanket close keeping her focus back on the movie. Something though felt different, felt like eyes were on her. It made the hairs on her neck stand, she couldn’t exactly figure out why.

Y/N knew she was home alone.

Y/N tried to ignore that feeling stirring in her stomach, that strange feeling that someone was watching her. She kept herself the whole time watching the movie not moving an inch away from the couch. Her head would even turn at times though checking her surroundings for anything that may have been causing that feeling. Maybe her anxiety finally getting the best of her.

Y/N let the movies credits play with the Christmas music echoing her ears, cleaning up the living area getting ready for bed. Her eyes moved to the window across from her, she could see Negan’s house across from her with most of the lights on. Christmas lights wrapped around his bushes brightening his house more. For a single man’s house it looked quite cheerful.

Most of his curtains shut off the lights reflecting on the outside, but she could have swore she saw shiloutee movie from the curtains. Maybe it was her imagination. Y/N knew her mind played games with her. Y/N cleaned up her dishes in the sink, loading the dishwasher getting herself ready for bed. Y/N’s room was located all the way up the flight of stairs towards the end of the hallway, still decorated how she left before college.

Still decorated in that ugly purple and pink colors she used to love her junior year of high school. Y/N remembered that was her last time re doing her room begging her mom for everything in those colors. Mostly her room was covered in old school posters, old pictures with friends and family, and girly shit she used to love. Y/N laid out her new night clothes she wanted to sleep in, not even bothering shutting the curtain. Her eyes would shift at times over just to see if she could catch a glimpse of him. His bedroom window was open, his curtains moved to the side. Pitch blackness covered his room. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes away staring into the empty room, by now he would be up stairs she would see him at times getting ready before shutting his curtain off. Her eyes brows furrowed moving away to her bathroom for a quick shower.

Being quick and out of the shower, she let her wet locks fall in her face holding the dry hair by a bun resting on top of her head. Y/N wrapped a thicker towel around her, rushing to her bedroom where she left the warm heater on. She dried herslef off letting the towel be removed from her. Y/N saw in her periful vision Negan’s bedroom light flick on. Holding he longer night gown, she covered her top peering over. No one showed up in the now lit room, nor even shut the window she knew was letting the cold breeze in. Y/N felt beyond confused watching the light flick back off, it was like his house haunted teasing her from across the street. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes annoyingly, she should not want this man to watch her. It was a creepy thing to do and if another man did it that was not him she may have called cops already if she was already this suspicious.

Y/N had herself curled up in bed in no time, her thick blankets tucked around her. The Christmas lights of houses reflecting some into her room, giving a slight comfort. The house quiet, the heater creating nosies when clicking off and on during the night.

It was nearing about 4AM.

It had been hours.

Hours of waiting and watching.

Negan felt such like a creep, he just kept repeating it to himself. Negan jumped the gate leading to her back porch, the night was chilly. His adrenaline was up slowly picking the locks of her back door. Should he be doing this?

Negan knew that this would be the only way he had guts to make a move, no matter how awful it looked.

The locks were tricky, both top and bottom locks were secured, hearing the clicks of the door was stasfying to his ears. He breathed out in a side of relief, walking in quietly. The house was dark, only the Christmas tree lit the living area. Stockings were hung by the fireplace that was recently used. Negan closed to door quietly, locking the locks back.

He observed the surroundings trying to be quiet not to wake her and startle her. Negan crept up the stairs slowly making his way to her bedroom where she was fast asleep. Her hand draped over the pillow beside her, her room filled with her own Christmas tree that was lit. Negan tried to stay in the darker parts of her room, his nerves finally catching up to him. Guilt slowly entered his head, this was a really sick.

Like really fucked up.

Negan finally built up the courage to pull the covers slightly up, enough for him to quickly go underneath. A few movements came from Y/N, that made Negan freeze in place. Being underneath the covers she slept in a long sleeve shirt, that was extremely oversized. Her legs were bare, Negan couldn’t help let his finger tips graze the bottom of her ankles up slowly.

Y/N twitched a little in her sleep. Negan kept his movements soft and slow. Letting him lay beside her underneath the covers letting his fingers rise more. She looked peaceful laying there, a few deeper breaths came from her. Negan reached underneath the sweatshirt feeling her underwear. Rubbing gently around her covered clit, caused a few stirs from Y/N.

Negan could feel his nerves racing, his thoughts were foggy. Negan’s fingers slipped her underwear down her leg, she hummed out a little. Negan knew now there was no going back, he wanted to get caught. He wanted her to know what he was doing to her, how good he was making her feel. His hands bawled up the loose underwear of her now, the lace rubbing against his fingers.

Negan growled at her damp pussy. Her legs closed together, Y/N’s eyes twitched, her whole body adjusting. Negan’s fingers found his way down her naked clit, brushing his fingers against it. Negan could feel her hands pull the sheets between her fingers, a few whimpers falling from her lips.

His guilt became more consumed with pleasure and desire. Negan wanted her, he had to make her his girl.

Y/N’s body now closer to Negan, feeling her legs brush against his. Her body started to stir, Negan tessed her clit more.

Negan didn’t want to scare her, he knew she was waking up. “It’s just me doll.” His voice rang out, wheather she could hear him or not. Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, feeling hands around her. Her body tingled, she ached down there. Y/N moaned out hearing a voice, she knew she felt she must be dreaming.

“Y’know how much I think about you.” A familiar voice rang through her ears. Her eyes opened to a dim lit room, letting her eye adjust. Y/N saw Negan right in her bed, realizing his hands touching her. She gasped out as his hands covered over mouth.

Negan’s hand cupped her, she bit back a moan underneath his hand. Y/N eyes met his, they were darker than those times she saw him before. “All home alone, didn’t have no traps set up for in intruders?” He chuckled, his voice even seemed darker. Y/N couldn’t help but feel turned on, she wondered her how her into her home.

She knew she always locked up.

She shouldn’t find this hot.

“You could have invited me in for the movie,” Negan’s lip curled, “Made this a whole date.” Y/N whimpered out not knowing what to say or do. “How-How did you get in?” She finally got out, her head tried to wrap around what was going on. Negan chuckled once more. “Just picking the lock and a little determination honey.” Y/N moaned out, Negan growled and in the blink of an eye, had his lips on hers. Negan moved his hand to her throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze, sending a chill down the woman’s spine. His lips roughly press his lips to hers.

Negan’s kiss was hungry; his mouth devouring hers lips, tongue — Y/N’s hands clutching his shoulders as lips moved to her neck. Moving his hands to pull her longer shirt up, he let it drop to the side before lowering his body over hers. Pressing his lips to her neck, he used both hands to cup Y/N’s bare breasts to his face, and feeling his warm tongue graze both of her nipples. Y/N could feel herself get close from his fingers, playing her pussy.

Negan pulled the sheets off her more seeing her bare naked body, Y/N could feel herself slef get a little insecure. The rush from Negan’s fingers fogging out the memory. “Look at my beautiful girl,” He grunted in awe, feeling like he could read her mind. Negan groaning at the sight of her completely spread before him, pink and smooth and glistening with Y/N’s slick arousal. She’d been wet from the moment Negan played with her pussy. Negan leaned forward to lay a sloppy kiss over her wet heat and all those thoughts of shame faded away.

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

“After all those years staring from the window across the street, I finally get a taste.” Negan groaned out licking a strip up her pussy. Y/N knew he had been staring at her, that feeling of being watched. Invading her privacy but she wanted that attention.

“And now you’re mine, daddy’s girl.”

[rickswh0r3]

happy pride y’all !!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[chelseypprimrose]

Handy With His Hands / handyman!negan x housewife!reader / 18+ / pre-apocalypse

Warnings ⚠️ : unprotected sex, adultery, oral (f receiving), rough sex elements

Summary: being a housewife is quite dull, especially when your husband is a corporate jackass- until a sexy handyman comes to fix your shower.

A/N: I got this little saucy story in my head while reading some handyman!joel miller stories and I just thought: Negan + handyman? so hot! my stories are always something out of a cheesy porno scenario but idec , i know i’m never going to have these fantasies happen to me in the real world so i believe it’s self care to let my dulu stories write out on paper 🤭 please enjoy 🤍

not proof read yet 🫣

“can you please just get someone to come and look at that thing? i’m sick of having to take cold showers!” you exclaimed, your voice travelling from the kitchen to the living room where your husband was on a phone call. “i’m on the phone, honey.” he replied back, hidden annoyance in his tone, recognisable to you but if anyone else was to hear, they’d think it to be cheerful. you cursed him out in your head, counting down the hours until he was going to be gone on his long business trip. finally, you’d be able to take a break from your expected housewife duties, one of your favourite things to do when your husband was away, catch a few rays in your back garden, take a dip naked in the swimming pool. you had to find thrills where you could as your life was a revolving door of the same boring routine, day in and day out. you craved for something, some sort of adventure to come into your life and completely turn it on its head, you were still waiting on that day unfortunately.

you’d been married to your husband for around three years now, even if it felt like forty. it had been a fairytale at the beginning, he’d get you flowers every week, freshly picked, take you out for dinner at least four times a month, he’d seemed like the perfect man to get married to, until you were locked in, bounded by the commitment and paperwork. he’d neglected those responsibilities, it was rare for him to even take you out for a date night anymore, it was usually just forcing you to go to dinner meetings so he could show you off to potential clients, having to spend your evening being hit on and leered over by slimy old men, your body used to close business deals. always buying you some diamond necklace or earrings after the fact, to keep you happy. you spent most of your time at home when not being used as a dress up doll for your husband, cooking, cleaning, keeping the house in perfect condition - not that he ever noticed.

“alright, i’ve got someone coming round to look at the shower, i’ve got to leave for my flight dear. i love you. i’ll give you a call when i land.” he says, his suitcase rolling on four wheels beside him, his head coming down for a peck on your lips, absolutely no spark or electricity through the kiss, not like it used to be. you mumbled a love you back, as you watched him walk out of the front door, a sigh of relief when the door shut behind him. you took your apron off, placing it on the hook next to the cabinets in the kitchen. walking upstairs into your shared bedroom, you quickly changed out of your clothes, putting on a new two piece bikini you’d treated yourself to a couple weeks ago, topping it off with a pair of sunglasses to keep the sun out of your eyes. grabbing a towel on your way out, you slid the patio door open, folding out the towel and placing it on the sun lounger, sitting down on it and lounging out. connecting your phone to the bluetooth speaker outside, you decided to put on your relaxing mix, hoping it would help you get a small nap in before the repairman was here.

it was really hard to get one on such short notice, how your husband had been able to get one the same day baffled you, probably pulled some strings with one of his business buddies you thought. while you had good money in the bank, you despised how your husband would treat other people that weren’t in the same tax bracket as you both were. you were the more generous person in the relationship, giving to various charities when you could, even though it annoyed your husband to no end when you did. in a selfish way, you revealed in it, any subtle way you could piss him off without making it obvious that was your intention, you’d jump at the chance. giving money to those who needed it AND being able to make him angry - win win scenario.

you’d been sat in the back yard for around a hour, lightly snoring as you went in and out of a light sleep, you hadn’t heard the doorbell go the multiple times it had, being awoken when the wooden side gate hit the fence with a loud crash. “holy shit!” you shouted, pulling your sunglasses off your eyes to look towards the gate, seeing a man standing there with a large toolbox in his hand. “hey, didn’t mean to scare you doll. no one answered the doorbell and i saw the gate was unlocked so.” you got yourself up from the sun lounger, taking a couple steps towards the man so you could get a better look at him. damn he was fine, a tight white t-shirt with black cargo pants, covered in what looked like dust, white paint, other substances you could only assume he’d gotten from his line of work. a tattoo peeking out from underneath his sleeve, one on his forearm as well, steel-toe capped boots making slight clink noises as he moved on the concrete path underneath him, you thought he was too attractive to be a handyman, a ‘magic mike’ dancer sure, you give over everything in your bank account to see that little fantasy come to life. his hair slicked back and beard trimmed neatly, your eyes couldn’t help naturally scanning over his muscular, dominating frame.

“hi! you must be the handyman my husband ordered?” you asked, eyebrow raising as you put your hand out for a handshake. “well, i work for the same company, i’m Negan.” he introduced himself as he grasped your hand, meeting yours. his hand felt slightly calloused, a side effect from his job you gathered, you couldn’t deny how sexy they made you feel, being used to the smoothness of your husbands, it was a unlikely turn on. “oh right! i’m y/n. thank you for coming on such short notice, i’m absolutely sick of having cold showers, don’t know how much more i can take of it.” you joked, a small smile sat on your face. “i’ll show you where it is so you can get cracking, i bet there’s more things you’d rather be doing, so hopefully it won’t take too long.” you motioned for him to follow you, walking through the patio door.

Negan followed you into the house, unbeknownst to you, his eyes glued to your small bikini bottoms, showing off your ass in what could only be described as gorgeous. he knew it was wrong, looking at the bosses wife in such a way but he couldn’t help himself, becoming a recent single man again, he hadn’t had the time to get back into the dating scene which in turn meant he wasn’t getting any action and it was driving him nuts. he was only a man, when he’d got the call from your husband, he wasn’t expecting his wife to be home alone, dressed in a bikini, looking good enough to devour.

you got to the en suite bathroom, opening the door, showing him where the controls were. “here it is, i have no clue what’s wrong with it, it just won’t let any hot water through.” you stated, you’d never been good with stuff like this, your husband had always had people on call to fix problems around the house. “i’ll be fine doll, i’ve dealt with this problem loads of times before.” he waved it off with a laugh. “would you like anything to drink? to eat?” you questioned, putting on your best innocent smile. “i wouldn’t mind a coffee, doll but don’t make one on my account.” he beamed back at you, turning away to grab something from his toolbox, you took a look at his tight cargos as he bent down, they shaped the muscularity of his thighs perfectly, his ass looking perfect in them. “i’m sure i can rustle something up for you, how do you take it?” you asked, a slight smirk on your face from how you’d worded the question to him. “no milk, two sugars please. i like it sweet.” he bantered back, leaving you to saunter off to the kitchen.

you returned back to him, slightly boiling coffee in hand, placing it on the large counter where the sink and mirror were placed. “so, how long have you worked with my husband? i don’t think i’ve heard about you before?” you quizzed, knowing the names of your husbands many business partners and staff, you’d have remembered a unique name like Negan, you were sure. “ah not long, used to be a gym teacher before this job, needed a change and i’ve always been good with my hands.” you laughed, the image of Negan bossing around a load of pre teens making you smile. “i wouldn’t have pegged you as a gym teacher, to be honest with you!” he laughed right back at you, turning his head to look towards you. “yeah, a lot of people have told me that, i loved working with the little shits all day, gave them a run for their money, i can tell you that much.” he grimaced, realising what he’d done. “sorry doll, don’t mean to swear, pretty unprofessional of me.” you giggled again, shaking your head at him. “i don’t mind, stop worrying! it’s nice to be in the company of a man who doesn’t change himself to suit other people.” Negan took notice of that, wondering if you were talking about your husband. “well, that’s fucking me all over doll. so, what do you do?” you sighed, knowing how what you said next would come across. “housewife, i stay at home, look after the house and get taken to business dinners when i’m needed.” he noticed your drop in tone, he could sense that you weren’t really happy with that but he didn’t want to speak out of turn. “well your doing a bang up job, this place is immaculate.” you blushed, your husband had never complimented your hard work, always just expecting the house to be sorted, never thinking to thank you for your efforts. “thanks, it’s nice to hear that. i’ll let you get on, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

it was about a hour later when Negan had finally finished the shower, it now letting out hot water again. “you are a angel, finally i can have a nice shower!” you exclaimed, hands clapping enthusiastically, Negan laughing at your actions. “absolutely no problem doll.” he smiled at you, trying to escape his thoughts of you taking said shower, the bubbles dripping down your body as you washed them away, how good you’d look naked. “so, stop me if you have somewhere to be but i just got finished making dinner, i forgot i was alone so there is more than enough if you wanted to stay for some?” you asked sheepishly, expecting him to decline, a young single man probably had better things to do on a friday night than sit in with a boring housewife for dinner. “i’d love that doll. let me just take my tools back to my truck.” you freaked out internally, you were excited to spend some more time with this devilishly charming man, he was a breath of fresh air compared to the people you had to hang around with when you were with your husband. always other couples that were all business talk, how many sales they’d made that year and how much they were getting for their bonuses, it became exhausting over time.

you plated up the chicken florentine, along with some vegetables and sauce, bring the plate from the counter to the dining room table, the dimmed lights almost highlighting your body, you’d changed into a pretty sundress while he’d gone out to the truck, deciding a bikini wasn’t proper dinner attire, not bothering with underwear, if your plan was to go your way. placing the plates on the table, you grabbed a bottle of wine from the vast array of choice from the wine cooler and glasses for you both. you took a seat just as Negan walked back through the door, his eyes rising up as he smelt the food from the table. “fuck me doll, that smells good!” he clapped his hands together as he sat down beside you, starting to eat. “i hope you like it, i didn’t know if you ate meat but…” you trailed off. “no i do, i’m not one of those vegan pussies, don’t worry.” you laughed, his vulgar language causing a stir from within you. you poured out a glass of wine for you each before tucking in yourself. “i’ve got to say, i’ve never had such hospitality from anyone before, i’m always called to clients houses but the most i’m offered is a drink and then they leave me alone to work, this is a nice change.” you smiled, hoping you hadn’t been too much in his hair, you just couldn’t stop yourself, you wanted to know more about the intriguing man. “well, i aim to please. hospitality gets drilled into you as a housewife, it’s sort of all i’m good for.” you said, taking a sip of your wine, feeling like you were softly venting a little due to feeling comfortable in Negan’s company. “i’m sure your good at other things doll, better than the shitheads i normally encounter in this job.”

“well i understand that, i’ve met my husband’s clientele and they aren’t my type of people. always boasting about themselves, not caring about others, i hate it really.” you confessed, knowing you were opening up to much to a man you didn’t really know but you felt at ease, like you could speak freely, unlike when you were in your husbands company. you and Negan had finished eating, you finished the last of your wine, taking your plates to the dishwasher, bending down to place them inside, not remembering you had no panties on, fully on show for Negan and he’d definitely noticed. he’d almost done a double take, seeing your pretty pussy on display, a grin widening on his face as he understood the message. he got up, walking towards you as you raised up again, going to put the cooking utensils in the dishwasher when his large hands wrapped around your waist, you turned to look at him.

“you know doll, i think i should thank you for such a lovely evening. don’t you?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, your chest heaving up and down with deep breaths as your heart began to beat irregularly at the closeness of such a gorgeous man. “i don’t know… what did you have in mind?” you questioned, your arms coming to meet at the top of his neck, wrapping around to pull him closer as your faces were inches away from each other. “i think it would be fair payment to screw your pretty little brains out, right over this countertop.” you moaned out at his statement, his hand coming to tug at your hair softly, before yanking harder, testing the waters. “i think, you should put your money where your mouth is, Negan.”

he growled, backing you up to the countertop that was behind your back, slightly pushing you against it. he captured your lips in a heated kiss, his hand still pulling at your hair as you whimpered into the kiss, silently begging for his hard touch. no one had ever been so rough with you, husband included. “i know how much you’ve wanted this, don’t think i didn’t notice how you aren’t wearing any panties, you were planning for this, weren’t you doll?” he whispered against your lips, his other hand now going underneath your skirt, dancing on your thighs before he got to your wet heat. “i don’t just offer dinner to anyone that comes to the house, you know.” you whimpered out, feeling his finger tips on your clit, moving small circles on top of it. “i’m hungry for dessert now doll, open those pretty thighs for me sweetheart.” he lifted you up onto the counter, your legs sat on his shoulders as you lifted your dress up enough for your whole pussy on display for Negan. his tongue met your hot skin, licking a stripe up your core, starting slow. your hand came down to meet his hair, gripping tightly around the strands that had fallen loose from his slicked back style. you moaned out, not used to the feeling of having such a skilled man between your legs, savouring every movement you felt him make. so methodical and well thought.

he sucked on your clit harshly, you squeezing his head slightly as your thighs contorted together, trying desperately to grind yourself closer to his tongue, chasing the blissfully sinful feeling that was racing through your body. “fuck-fuck! Negan, i’m not- going to last much longer if you keep doing that! fuck!” you panted and whined at the impending arrival of your orgasm, he chuckled at your confession, pulling away from you to back up. “i want to feel you doll, i want to feel you clench around my dick, turn around for me.” he purred, letting your stumbling legs fall back onto the ground as you turned to face the counter, your nipples standing erected through the thin material of the dress, contrasting against the cold marble.

he dropped his cargo pants, letting them fall down to his ankles, his impressively large piece now hanging out, you felt the bulbous tip playing around on your entrance, running up and down your folds at Negan’s movements. he finally entered you, holding a tight grip on your hips, nails slightly digging into your soft flesh, letting your pussy stretch out to accommodate his girth. he pulls out, and slides back in with little to no hesitation, finding a happy pace between rough and soft. you moan out, one hand coming to wrap around your throat as he moved his pace to more rough. “fuck doll, you fit me so well- taking me so good baby.” you whined out again. “please, please! harder! i need you, Negan- fuck!” he grinned at your begging, leaving your lips like a pretty song. he obliged, upping the ante to absolutely rock you.

“RING! RING!”

you gasped, pulling your head up from the counter to see the light illuminating from the landline phone situated near the window, your husbands name on the caller id.

“fuck, fuck! stop i need to answer him!” you tried to manoeuvre your body to grab the phone that was finger tips away from you, pushing your body closer before negan reached out over you to grab it.

“better answer it before he gets suspicious dollface.” he clicked the green button, passing it down to you, your face bright red with nervousness.

“hey-hey honey.” you breathed out, finding it hard not to make pleasurable sounds while Negan was still fucking you rough, you could barely talk with his hand still grasped around your throat. he showed no mercy.

“i just got to my hotel, did Negan manage to fix the shower?” your husband asked, you allowed a small grin to peak out on your face, thanking god your husband couldn’t see you right now. “yeah, he did a really good job, such a nice guy!” you drabbled on, hoping he wouldn’t ask many more questions, fearing you couldn’t stay quiet for much longer. “that’s great, so i’m going to try and get some sleep before the big meeting tomorrow. just wanted to let you know i got here okay. i love you.” he said, you almost dropped the phone from how rough your stomach was hitting the side of the counter, Negan relishing in the predicament you’d found yourself in. “ok-okay honey. i love you t-too.” you gasped as Negan proceeded to smack your ass hard, the sting catching you off guard, making it harder to find your words for your husband. “are you okay? you don’t sound too well?” you rolled your eyes into the back of your head, wishing he’d just fuck off so you didn’t have the anxiety of having to string sentences together. “yeah i’m fine, think i’m just a bit ill. i’ll l-let you get some sleep. love you. bye.” you quickly got out, pressing the red end call button, slinging the phone off the counter, the object hitting the ground with a smack. “you are such a bastard.” you slightly laughed with another moan. “didn’t want him worrying about his dear wife now did we doll? thank you for the five star review though, i appreciate it.”

the wet sounds still echoed around the room, you could feel yourself getting ever so closer to what you knew would be a world shattering climax. “fuck, i’m so so close, please! fuck!” Negan held you firmer in place, his hips snapping against your behind, his dick filling you up to the brim. “let go doll, come all over my dick.” that was all the permission you needed, you let yourself climax, sobbing in pleasure, waves of pleasure rippling through you, nearly too intense for your body to handle it. you cried out his name, your fingernails digging into your own palms as you circled your hips, riding out your orgasm.

Negan wasn’t too far behind, he couldn’t help but spill inside you, quickly pulling out to finish the rest on your now red glistening ass, from the countless spankings he’d given you. you both almost collapsed, breathless, unable to get your heart rates back to normal for the time being. Negan held you to his chest, your back meeting his torso in a warm embrace, chests heaving. you felt the sticky ropes of his seed on your dress, making it stick to your ass as you licked your lips to regain some moisture back as they’d gone dry from all your moaning and whining. his hands ran up and down your body, coming to play with your breasts over the material.

“fuck doll, do you have any more repairs for me to do? because i would gladly fix every goddamn thing in this house for this again.” you laughed, turning around to look at him, face beat red from the strenuous actions you’d both participated in. you reached behind him and pulled open one of the cabinets behind his head, the wood snapping with the force, taking it off its hinges so it hung off.

“whoops. you might need to take a look at that.”

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Serena helps Negan shave and stays the night…]

Smut

“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you concentrate?” He squinted his eyes with a slight smirk as you shook off the blade in the water.

It was late in the evening as you approached Negans bedroom with supplies for him. Opening the door you found him shirtless facing a mirror on the wall, his eyes instantly finding your reflection.

“Hello, beautiful” he winked at you as you noticed he was in the middle of shaving.

“Come on in” he tilted his head to carefully shave his jaw line. You walked up behind him and watched how he slowly worked with his rough hands. The sight of him shirtless in his black pants was one you didn’t see often but you very much liked. He noticed the way you were staring at him and turned to face you, silently stretching his arm out towards you handing out the blade. You raised a brow suspiciously.

“Do you mind, doll?”

“Putting your life in my hands now?”

He grinned as you slowly took the blade from him and followed him to a chair.

Negan sat down before you comfortably as you unexpectedly got onto your knees between his legs.

“Well, well, well..” he raised his brows as you sat the bowl of water beside you. Coming face to face with him you smiled-

“Don’t move now” slowly you began to glide the blade against his skin. Focusing on what you were doing you didn’t notice how focused he was on you. His eyes glimmered tracing your every feature.

“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you concentrate?” He squinted his eyes with a slight smirk as you shook off the blade in the water.

“Actually, no” you responded playfully as you continued.

“Well you do” you leaned closer towards him tilting his head back as you carefully shaved under his chin.

“Mmm” he moaned as you finished up that section and felt his hands slowly grab onto your waist.

“Negan” you raised a brow wiping his neck with the towel.

“Serena” his tone was seductive as he gave you a slight squeeze.

“Let me finish, will you?”

“Go ahead, baby” he winked as you sighed with a smile.

“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll distract you?”

“Not at all” He grinned as you proceeded, he liked how you played hard to get at times. Your tongue sliding over your top lip as you focused on the angle of his jaw.

“Now how do you expect me to stay quiet while you’re doing that?”

“Doing what?” You finished the last of it, drying him off completely with a towel as you stood up.

“Here let me help you, give me this” he took the bowl of water from your hand placing it back on the floor, tossing the blade and towel aside before pulling you onto his lap.

“Come here” you couldn’t help but smile.

“I should go now-“

“Go where? I want you here.”

“Oh do you?”

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely” he placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you towards him and kissed you passionately. Your hands brushing through his hair, he moaned deeply as he kissed you. Slowly he slid his hand under your shirt cupping your breast before he began teasing your nipple inbetween his fingers. You moaned throwing your head back as he looked up at you biting his bottom lip. He knew how much you loved when he teased your breasts. Lifting up your shirt you soon felt his lips closing around your nipple and pulled him closer. His tongue swirling sending goosebumps through your body, you didn’t want him to stop. He began unbuttoning your pants and you quickly stood up helping undress yourself as his lips found its way up the side of your neck back to your lips. He pushed you slowly making you walk backwards as you stumbled.

“Don’t let me fall” you laughed against his lips as a deep chuckle escaped him just as he suddenly picked you up and threw you onto the bed. He laughed at your reaction as you squirmed watching him unbuckle his pants.

“Come on” you whispered excitedly.

“Are you rushing me?” He raised a brow with a smirk.

“Maybe” you brushed your foot up his crotch area with a devilish look.

“Serena Serena…” he looked down at your foot as you continued. Slowly you pulled your foot back and spread your legs for him, teasing him as you began to play with yourself. You could tell he fell in love with the view you gave him. Eagerly he pushed his pants down grabbing your ankles pulling you against him. His body falling against yours he kissed you and as he did you felt him slide in you. Moaning simultaneously you dug your fingers into his hair, brushing his lips across your face he hid his face in the crook of your neck. Each stroke filling you with exstacy, he took your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours holding them down.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He whispered against your ear as you whimpered a soft ‘yes’.

“I’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you” his seductive voice teased as he began to move faster.

“Yes..”

“Louder” he demanded as the headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust.

“Yes, just like that!” You finally screamed making him smirk. He lifted himself up to get a look at you beneath him, your face was flushed and you were out of breath, he knew what that meant. He slowed down his thrusts reaching between you both and began playing with your clit. Penetration and stimulation at once your body could feel an orgasm coming much faster than you expected...much stronger..

“Oh fuck” you gasped as your body shook beneath him in a way you could not control. He felt you pulsating around him rapidly as you cried out almost pushing him away.

“Take it, fucking take it” he watched as you threw your head back, your eyes shut tightly as you cried out once more. Just watching you cum made him quickly have to pull out and release himself on your lower stomach. He threw himself on his back beside you as you body lay there unable to move, still feeling like you were floating on a cloud. Without saying a word he reached over and took hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as you both lay side by side..