#neganx smut

[crzcorgi]

Soulmate 

Catch up on Number 6 here!

Negan x wife Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Y/E/C  ~ your eye color

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

Warnings ~ Negan’s glorious language, smutty smut, fluffy fluff fluffiness

I apologize for the lack of fics lately, and for my less than stellar writing.

2000 words

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  Negan’s POV

  I pulled on my pants, but fuck, I couldn't zip or button those fuckers. I was so hard from doll’s little tease.

 I glanced over to see her pulling a tee over her head. “Uh, baby girl, I could use a bit of help over here, please.”

 She finished pulling the tee on, turning towards me. “What's up Ne?” As she began walking my way I noticed she didn't have any pants on. Or any panties. Jesus fuck girl.

 “First off, where the fuck are your underwear doll? You put your shirt on first?” I was feeling my dick twitch with each passing second.

 “Yeah, I know, it's an odd way to get dressed but my shirt was right by me, and well I have to go look…”

 I grabbed her, cutting off whatever she was saying as my brain was fucking void of any blood flow, it was all headed south. I pulled her onto my lap, causing her bare pussy to rub all over my now freed cock.

 “Negan! What are you doing?! She yelled, a big grin appearing. “We have to get ready! What is it…” She was having trouble speaking as my grip on her hips tightened and I began moving her in a circular pattern. “What did…you need? Ne!”

 “You're helping me now doll.” I winked at her, drawing my tongue across my lip.

 “That's why you, ugh, called me, ohh, over?” She was taking control with the movements now, rubbing her now wet folds up and down my pulsing dick.

 “My pants wouldn't zip sweetheart, Negan Jr. wouldn't allow it baby.” I reached down between us, grasping my cock. “Stand up y/n.” I know I was sounding fucking bossy but I needed to be in her like fucking yesterday.

 She listened to me, always the fucking good girl. She stood up, peeling her top off, leaving her in only a ratty bra.

 “Good fucking God doll! That fucking piece of shit you're wearing is butt ugly, kinda killing the mood! Besides, it hardly covers you and I don't need any fuckers ogling you.”

 As I spoke, she began unhooking it, but it wouldn't budge. “Well, my sweet husband. It's the apocalypse, I wears what I gots!” She was getting fucking frustrated now, pulling, stretching. Her face a fucking adorable sight. “Gaw!!! This stupid thing!”

 I reached up, grabbing a cup, and one swift yank it fucking ripped from her body. I sat transfixed as her breasts broke free, bouncing right in front of my face.

 “Negan! Are you going to find me…”

 I grabbed one tit in my hand, the other I fucking shoved in my mouth. I knew she was pissed. I also knew what would happen if I did this. Her fucking downfall, her weakness, was how damn sensitive her tits were. I needed her to shut up and just go with it and this was how I fucking accomplished it.

 Grabbing my cock, I aimed it towards her now dripping cunt. “Sit on my dick baby girl. Now. Don't make me say it again.”

 She once again did as I asked, lowering herself onto my pulsing cock. Her eyes closing, biting her lip, her head thrown back . Fuck she was a sight to behold. As I thrusted upward, she started grinding downward, making tiny circular movements. Slowly, she began making the sweetest little sounds, quiet moans, fucking tiny grunts, making my fucking dick twitch and throb. I knew I was nearing the fucking end to quickly.

 Y/N POV

He does this to me every time. Sometimes I just want to say no, but how could I?! He's like a petulant toddler, wanting something and throwing a tantrum when he doesn't get it. But he's my sweet toddler, and I could honestly never deny him what he wants. Besides, I enjoy every moment with him. Every unpredictable, sexually charged, love filled moment.

 I know I seem subservient to him, and in many ways I am. I'm not an assertive woman, never have been. And I'm not ashamed to say I enjoy being taken care of in every way. Negan fulfills my every needs, with love. So if he wants to have a little quick fuck when we we’re supposed to be getting dressed, why would I say no? It's not like I don't enjoy it myself!

 He knows my body like no one else before. Every inch, every curve, bump, and scar. And he knows how to play me, like the master he is. And fuck, is he playing me now. I wasn't going to last, I could feel the telltale shivers. His cock filling me so perfectly, touching just the right spot with each upward thrust.

 I continued my movements, circling his cock, as I leaned into him, my hands quickly finding their way into his short hair, grasping it, pulling. We looked into each other's eyes, silently speaking, his lips finally meeting mine in an amazingly overheated kiss. His tongue demanding entrance, my mouth opening more than willingly.

 He pulled from the kiss, but I knew why.

 “I'm almost there baby, come with me.” His hand finding my swollen clit, using a gentle but firm touch. “Now doll.” When Negan tells me to come, I come. Every time.

 I grabbed onto him for dear life, my orgasm washing over me like a tsunami. I felt our mixed juices, felt his release shooting up so far I could almost taste it in my mouth. His hands were gripping me, I felt the bruises forming from his fingertips.

 I collapsed onto his damp chest, snuggling into his neck. Closing my eyes, I took in his scent, feeling his heart beating as fast as my own. I could stay like this forever.

Negan's POV

 I swear just looking at doll, smelling her, is enough for me to fucking blow my load. Once I'm able to touch her, hear her sweet little sounds, I'm fucking dead.

 I want to take her hard, so fucking hard. But she's my baby doll, and I know she's been through so much. But fucking shit if I didn't want to slam that fucking blazing hot body into a wall face first and fuck her like an animal.

 But I will take what I can get. And god damn she is so fucking amazing. Each touch, each look, she knows me, knows what I want, need, better than any other woman. She's all I ever need.

 As I reach my end, I instruct her to come with me. She always does what I ask, my perfect baby girl. She'll do anything for me. And I'd do anything for her.

 As we both come down from our synchronized highs, I feel her nose burrowing into the side of my neck, her ear against my chest. She always does this. She's told me that my fucking “essence” soothes her, as does listening to my heartbeat. Well, everything about doll soothes me. Just being in her presence everything becomes fucking a-ok.

 I almost dropped her when a knock on the door sounded.

 “Fuck! The meeting baby.” I nuzzled into her hair, pulling her into me tightly.

 “Yes, Ne, the meeting” I felt her warm breath as she giggled into my chest.

 “We'll be right the fuck down!” I yelled at whatever shithead was outside my door.

 “Gotcha boss!” It was Simon. “I'll meet you down there.”

 I was still holding onto y/n tightly, fuck if I didn't want to let her go. But fucking business calls.

Y/N POV

  Holding onto Negan like this, feeling his big arms pulling me tightly to his chest, was my safe place, my home. And I didn't want to leave. But I really want to go on this run that Negan has promised me, so I slowly unwrap myself from my husband. But before I stand up, I lean back into him for one more kiss.

 “Don't forget what I said about tonight big boy!” I stood up, backing up enough so he couldn't try to pull me back down.

“Where you going baby girl! You know daddy doesn't appreciate those chaste kisses you try to fucking get away with!”

  “Ugh, Ne! Any other kind of kiss always turns into something more! I want to get ready!” I stomped my foot, attempting to out tantrum him.

 “Baby girl, I promise, just a kiss. Get over here.” He held his hand out, palm up, curling his index finger beckoning me over.

 I sighed, surrendering once again to that handsome scoundrel. I walked over, his hands instantly darting out to grab my hips, drawing me in between his legs. “Ne!”

 He moved his hands up to the sides of my head, his thumbs stroking over my cheeks, his eyes staring into mine.

 “I love you doll, you know that, right?”

 “Of course I do! Why are you asking me that?” I was a bit perplexed.

 “I don't know baby, sometimes I…worry.” He gave me a sweet, love-filled smile. Not one of his usual cocky as hell ones.

 “Ne, is everything okay?” I brought a hand to his face, holding it lightly.

 “I know I promised you this run, but…”

 “Negan, I'll be okay! Not only are you having me train with one of your best Saviors, you know you won't leave my side! Nothing's going to happen, I'm sure of it. Please don't worry Ne!”

  I leaned down, quickly catching his lips in a loving kiss. I couldn't understand why the sudden concern. But I needed him to realize I would be fine.

Negan POV

 I promised her a run, and I will fucking fulfill that promise. It's the least I can do for her, for all she has done for me.

 I'm a powerful man. I command respect and loyalty. I have never lacked in fucking self esteem, I know who I am, what I am. I have never felt that I was less than anyone, fucking ever.

 But things changed when y/n entered my life. She made me doubt my worth. She was everything a man could want, and more. I saw the way my Saviors would eye her, she never noticed but I sure the fuck did.

 She wasn't with me for what I could do for her, to have all her fucking needs met, to want for nothing. No, she tells me time and time again that she loves me, has since she first fucking laid eyes on me.

 But for some unknown fucking reason, I wonder why? Why me? Why not someone younger than me? Someone who might be a little less fucking volatile? Someone who's gentle, more caring. Someone who doesn't carry a barb wire covered bat named after his late wife that he still dreams about.

 I've denied her things before, so fucking frightened that I would lose her. But I can't do it anymore, she deserves to go on this run. She deserves a lot fucking more than going on some stupid fucking run. But if that's what she wants, what her sweet heart desires, then that is what she most certainly will get. And I will fucking suck it up and be the man she deserves.

 “Okay sweetheart, let's get ready for that meeting, see what your buddy Simon has planned.” I ran my fingers across her soft cheek, looking into her breath stopping y/e/c eyes.

 “You're the only buddy I need, or want, Ne.” She took my hand, kissing it, then running her fingers over it, something she always did. Letting go of my hand, she stepped away from me, her smile never leaving her face.

 “Why so happy baby girl?”  She was heading over to the cabinet where she kept her clothes.

 “Why wouldn't I be happy? I'm one of the lucky few in this hell we call earth, that wants for nothing. I have a safe home, fresh food, and most importantly, and the rarest of things to find, before the end and after, my soulmate.” She turned around, blowing me a kiss. “Get your ass ready sweetie, before Simon comes a knocking again!”

 Jesus, I don't know what I did to deserve her. But I know I have to stop questioning it and just be fucking grateful. Because in this world, tomorrow is never a promise. And I want to enjoy every fucking precious moment with this gift I've been given, my wife, my true love. My soulmate.

[crzcorgi]

Lemonade

Written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 2k Negan Writing Challenge!

My prompt was “Lemonade”

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

This is in Negan’s POV

Warnings- NSFW, very sexy Negan times & language. NSFW aesthetic

Not real happy with the smut in this one, sorry!

1800 words

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    Once again, doll is missing. It’s becoming a regular occurrence. We wake up, have a little morning fuckity fuck, go to shower, more often than not, together. But this morning I was in a hurry and y/n said something about a meeting. What the fuck meeting she would have, who knows.

 After I meet up with Simon, I go in search of her. I make my way through the many halls and rooms in the Sanctuary. I was on the verge of giving up when I heard doll’s distinctive laugh. I should have known where she would be, the schoolroom.

 I duck my head inside searching for y/n, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

 “Mr. Negan! Mr. Negan!” I’m startled, looking around my back to see a little girl running fucking full speed at me.

 I bent down to stop the little rugrat from plowing me over.

 “Hey, hey! Where’s the fu… fire?”

 “It’s Miss y/n! She’s heping us makes a wemonade stand!”

 “Oh, is she now?! And where might Miss y/n be right now?”

 “Fowu me Mr Negan!”

 As I followed her around the tables I noticed doll standing around the back. She looked up from whatever the fuck she was doing, noticing me.

 “Ne!” She stood up making her way through the throng of kids. “Did you come to help us?” She grinned, raising up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek.

 “I don’t even know what the fuck you’re doing sweetheart.”

 All at once a chorus of “Mr Negan, language!” erupted.

 “Yeah, well ‘Mr. Negan’ is an adult and we sometimes say things that little children can’t. It’s one of the good things about being an adult. Among other things!”  I put my arms around y/n drawing her close and nipping her ear.

 “Ewwwww!” The kids all groaned in unison.

 “Yeah, you’re saying that now, just wait a few years kiddos. You’ll be singing a much different song, believe you me.”

 Doll tried to break free, but I wouldn’t let go of her. I just needed to have her close to me.

 “So, Ne…” she looked up at me, that damn breathtaking smile. “We’re making a lemonade stand. It’s to help the kids learn about businesses, management and the such. You know, grooming future Negan’s.” She winked at me.

 “Oh baby, there will never be another Negan.”

  “Oh really?”

 “Yes, doll, really.”

  “Well, anyway, would you care to help us? We could use a big strong man.”

 “Are you flirting with me sweetheart? Cause if that’s a yes, and I will be rewarded at the completion of this project, I will most certainly help.”

 “I am flirting with you, and depending on the reward, yes.”

 “I think you know my type of reward I prefer.” I squeezed her tighter, eliciting a squeak and giggle out of her.

 We started working on the lemonade stand. It was assembled of old planks, cardboard and found paints. When it was finished we all stood back admiring a job well fucking done.

 “It’s beautiful Ne, thank you so much for helping!” She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tight.

 “What do you say to Mr Negan, children?”

 “Thank you Mr. Negan!”

 “Let’s give Mr. Negan a hug, guys!”  Soon I was smothered in a massive fucking hug.

 “Okay, doll, where’s the lemonade, I’m fucking thirsty!”

 “Mr. Negan!”

 “Yeah, yeah, I know. Give me a break kids, I just helped build the best damn lemonade stand in the world.”

Everyone cheered. I turned around to grab doll and she was gone. Jesus darling, I’m  going to have to leash you.

 I spotted her coming back into the room carrying jugs of a yellowish liquid I was hoping was lemonade.

 “Ms Y/N has the lemonade kids, let’s set it up.”  One of the teachers instructed the kids. After y/n placed the lemonade down, she made her way back to me.

 “You know what’s funny, Ne?” She entwined her arm with mine, leaning her head against it. “Before the end, I never even liked kids, never wanted them even. But now, it’s like, I don’t know, I guess knowing they’re our future, if we want the world to continue, come back from whatever this is, we need them. Besides, they’re kinda cute sometimes.” She snickered.

 “Yeah, Lucille and I never had any kids. Guess she knew what a shitty dad I would’ve made.” I sighed, looking down at doll, she was looking up at me with a face I couldn’t quite read.

 She let go of my arm, moving around to in front of me. Rising up, she wrapped her arms arms around my neck, simultaneously pulling my head down and her’s up. In a quiet but firm voice, she spoke towards my ear.

 “I didn’t know Lucille, obviously. But I know you, quite well I believe, and I think that any woman who was married to you had to be very very special. And I would be willing to bet that Lucille knew exactly what kind of dad you would have made. And that would be a fucking wonderful one, Negan. Don’t you ever doubt that. I’m sorry that you and Lucille never got to experience parenthood Ne.” She kissed me softly. “Now let’s go give you your reward.”

 Withdrawing her hands, she took one of mine in hers, leading me out of the room, waving and saying goodbye to everyone.

 “Mr Negan, you need a cup of lemonade!”

 Both doll and I were handed a cup, taking sips.

 “Holy shit!!!” It tasted like fucking sour sugar water.

 Y/N made the funniest face, then glared over at me. I started spitting than laughing.

 “Yes, yes, it’s so good guys! Mr Negan couldn’t help himself!”

 Doll took our cups, placing them down on a table. “Mr Negan and I are going to make some of our own lemonade. See you guys later!” She grabbed my hand again, quickly pulling me out the door. She collapsed against the wall, laughing and gagging.

 “That was awful! But it’s my fault, I left them alone to make it.”

 She couldn’t stop laughing, and goddamn if she wasn’t beautiful doing it.

 “Come on baby, let’s go enjoy ourselves, let’s go make some lemonade!”

 “I couldn’t think, it’s all that came into my head, Ne!” She was laughing so hard I had to help her up. I then threw her over my shoulder, earning a squeal from her.

 When we got back to my room, I dropped her down on the bed, crawling over her. “So, about that fucking lemonade.” I winked.

 “Negan, you are so naughty!” She reached up, helping me out of my jacket.

 We began kissing, both our tongues intertwined. She started stripping me of my shirt, trying to pull it up and over but it kept sticking.

 “Ne!” She laughed onto my mouth. “A little help please!”

 “Want me to strip for you doll? Put on a little fucking show? Would you like that?” I grinned at her.

 “Hmm, yes!”

 I got up, standing beside the bed. I slowly pulled my tee up my torso, stopping just above my stomach.

 “Liking this sweetheart? Hmmm?”

 She sat up, twisting over onto her hands and knees and crawling over the bed to me. She sat back on her heels, looking up at me with pure lust. Jesus doll, you are fucking perfection, sitting there, looking like that.

 She slid her hands over my stomach, slipping one hand up under my shirt, the other caressing my stomach. I could hear her breathing pattern change, quick shallow breaths. She slowly moved both hands under my shirt, pushing it up my chest.

 I lifted my arms up, making it easier for doll to remove it. She rose up on her knees, gliding her hands up my chest, my shirt going with her. When she finally rid me of it, doll began kissing, nipping and licking my chest.

 Suddenly, she stood up on the bed, stripping herself of every shred of clothing she fucking wore.

 “Doll?” I got to say, as much as a fucking turn on this little show was, and Jesus, was I ever hard, I was confused. Y/N was not usually like this.

 “God, Ne, I don’t know what’s come over me, but I need you, now!”

 She threw herself back onto the bed, spread eagle, just fucking waiting for me. I could hardly breathe, much less move.

 “God fucking damn baby girl, if this isn’t the best sight!”

 I rid myself of what clothing I had on, crawling into the bed, and heaving myself carefully over her, just taking in all that fucking beautiful creamy skin. All for me.

 “Fuck me Negan, hard.”

 That was all it took. I grabbed my rock solid cock, rubbing through her soaked folds. Her soft moans and slight hip movement causing me to make my own noises. When I was wet enough, I entered her waiting pussy, causing her to growl.

 “Ohhh … ohhh… Ne…Ne… oh.”

 “I know baby, oh fucking god I know.”

 I wanted to just let go, slam into her so hard the fucking bed would break. But that’s not what I did with her.  She was my delicate doll, always afraid to hurt her. So I took my time, rolling into her at a steady pace.

 “Ne… harder… please.”

 “Are you sure baby? I don’t want you to be fucking uncomfortable.”

 “I'm…I’m…okay…Please…Oh god!!!”

 I started thrusting faster, harder, feeling her clench around me. She was making sounds I never heard before, making me slam into her ever harder.

 I slid my hand down, between our sweat covered bodies, rubbing, flicking her clit, causing her to thrash and arch her back. I knew she was coming so I upped my motions, wanting to come together.

 “Come with me baby, milk me fucking dry doll.”

 We came together, grabbing tightly to each other, exploding in a symphony of loud moans, grunts, curses and declarations of undying love.

 I rolled over, taking her with me. Even like this, all flushed and sweaty, she was beautiful. She sighed, snuggling into me.

 “You okay, baby girl?”

 “Mmhmm, fine”

 I kissed her hair, the smell of her floral shampoo magnified from the sweat.

 “That is some fucking tasty lemonade we made doll.”

  She started giggling. “I said it was the only thing I could think to say, Ne!”

 “I know baby, just teasing.”

 We laid there, just enjoying the post coital buzz.

 “Ne?” She moved her head to glance up at me.

 “Yeah, doll?” I could stare into those eyes forever.

 “Ever think of having kids?”

 She took me aback. “Kids? Before the world went to fucking hell, yes, Lucille and I discussed it, and then, well, you know the whole story. But baby, why are you asking?”

 “I don’t know, just wondering.” She yawned, placing her arm over my chest, grasping on tightly. “Night, Ne. Love you.”

 Leaving me with my mind reeling, I kissed her forehead, running my fingers through her hair to help sleep come for both of us.

 “Love you too y/n, sleep baby.”

 “Always, Ne.”

 “Forever, doll.”

  She soon was out for the night. But not me, I couldn’t fucking get what she said out of my mind.

Kids?!

[crzcorgi]

Tattoo

Part of a new AU series -  Keep Calm and Love

Negan x reader (y/n - your name)

You need a job. He needs a new artist. You both need each other. But will it work?

2600 words

Warnings- Sexy aesthetic, Negan language, unprotected sex, hopefully not too tame for Negan Smut Week!

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  Reader’s POV

I was an artist, and least that's what I liked to believe I was. I started drawing at an early age, progressed to painting, eventually getting a degree in it. So why was I taking my friend’s advice and applying to work at a tattoo parlor?!

 “It's perfect y/n! It's art, it's fun, it pays, real money, which you desperately need!” She sounded so enthusiastic, it almost rubbed off on me. Almost.

 “Natalie, I don't know about this. Aren't most tattoo artists wild? I mean, look at me!”

 “And that is why we are going shopping before your interview. Plaid skirt with a sweater doesn't scream tattoo artist.”

 After a traumatic shopping experience. Ugh I am NEVER letting Natalie take me clothes shopping AGAIN! I was now home trying on my new outfits.

 “It's perfect y/n! I was wearing black skinny jeans, a Ramones tee and my own combat boots.

 “Can I at least wear a sweater, I'm cold!”

 “This one would be fine.”

 I laughed. “Natalie, that's old and ratty, really?!”

 “Yes, really, now get going or you'll be late!” She shoved me out the door, yelling good luck and try not to be too nerdy. Gee, thanks!

I arrived at Captain Morgan’s tattoo shop with time to spare, so I sat in my car giving myself a pep talk. You can do this y/n. Ugh.

 I exited my car, heading right into the shop.

 “Can I help you?” A very pretty young blonde greeted me.

 “Uh, I'm y/n y/l/n, I'm here for a job interview.

 “Oh, yes, just a second please.” She stepped out into the back rooms, so I started l glancing around at the tattoo artwork on the walls. There was the usual hearts, flowers, birds and tigers. But many had their own spin on them.

 I stopped at one gorgeous lotus blossom. “Wow, breathtaking.”

 “Yeah, you fucking think so? Thanks doll.”

 I swung around to see the face to match the gruff voice. He was every bit of what I expected, tee-shirt, jeans, boots, and many tattoos. I knew he was older, but lord, was he attractive, very much so. Stop drooling y/n!

 “It's gorgeous, is it your’s?”

 “Every fucking one on these walls are mine. You're here for the interview? Have you got a portfolio?”

 “Yes, I am here for the interview, but I don't have a portfolio. I just got my degree from the Maine College of Art, first in my class.”

  “While that is pretty fucking impressive doll, how am I supposed to know whether to hire you or not, without knowing if you have any fucking talent? There is quite a difference between traditional art and tattoo art”

 He came up right to me, his face just a foot from mine. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of brown, hazel? I was beyond nervous I hadn't even thought of a portfolio for this, shit, I better come up with something quick.

“How about I draw something for you right now?”

 He looked like he was thinking about it. “Hmm, I guess that might fucking work.” Suddenly, he grabbed my arm. “Who did this?” He was running his fingers over my butterfly tattoo I had on my forearm.

 “Oh, that.” His touch was causing goosebumps to break out on both of my arms. Jesus, I need to get laid if just having him touch my arm is causing such a reaction. “My friend’s father used to run a place a few towns over.”

 “Hmm, interesting. Follow me.” He dropped my arm, turning and heading out back.

 He led me out into one of the rooms. “Sit at the desk doll, I'll grab some pens.”

 I sat down, spinning around on the stool, checking out the equipment. Well, his language sure is colorful. I laughed out loud. And shit, why is he affecting me this way? Get a fucking grip girl. I laughed, not realizing just how loud.

 “Something funny doll?”

 “Uh, no, sorry, just thinking of something funny my friend said earlier.”

 “Well, okay, here you go darling, pens, pencils, whichever the fuck you prefer.” He laid the supplies down, leaning over me. Lord, help me.

  “Now, I'm going to just pick something fucking out of the air.” He glanced around the room, looking at the photos and drawings on the walls. “OK, doll, I want you to draw a baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire, blood dripping from it, with a ring of flowers circling it.”

 “Okay, that is certainly different, and very specific.” I laughed.

 “Think you can do it?” Once again, he was very close, I could feel his breath on my neck. Ughhh.

 “Sure, realistic or more abstract?” I squeaked out.

 “Most people want their tats to be more abstract, colorful, put some of the art degree to work, doll. Make me something that will fucking knock my socks off.”

 I began drawing. At first I thought he was going to stand behind me, making me very nervous. Luckily he got a phone call and had to excuse himself.

 When I was finished, I walked out into the lobby area. He was sitting at the counter, the blonde gone.

 “Finished, doll? That was fast.” He stood up walking around the counter to come closer to me. “Let me take a look.”

 He turned, picking up a pair of glasses that were on the counter and put them on.

 I should not stare. Look away y/n, he's going to think you're a freak. Just look away.

 “This is good, real good sweetheart, I really like your style.”

 “Really? Honest?”

 He snickered, “yes, doll, really. If you want the job, it's yours, but only on one condition.”

 “Oh, okay. And that would be?” Please don't be something bad!

 “You have to let me take you out for dinner, you know, to fucking celebrate.”

 Dinner? Dinner?! I was almost shaking, calm yourself y/n!

 “Dinner would be great, and I would love the job, thank you!”

 “No need to thank me, yet. I'll pick you up at 7, that okay, doll?”

 “Yes, that's great.” I started towards the door, needing to get some fresh air.

 “Uh, doll, I kinda need your address.” He was laughing and oh my god, he has dimples.

 “Haahaa, oh yes, of course.” I wrote my address down, then turned to head out.

 “So, see you at 7 sweetheart. No need to change.” He looked me up and down, making me simultaneously a touch uncomfortable and turned on.

 “I'll be ready, and thanks.” I smiled at him, trying once again not to stare.

 “Can't wait, and like I said before, no need to fucking thank me yet.” He licked his top lip and winked at me.

 I walked outside, taking in a giant rush of fresh air. Oh boy, I am in trouble!

Negan’s POV

 I knew I should be more fucking professional, but Jesus, she did something to me. She was gorgeous, sexy and fucking talented.

  I could tell she felt something too. I wanted to make sure she did sense something, it's why I asked her out to dinner. I don't fucking force myself on a woman, but shit, if she didn't return the attraction I might have to convince her.

 It has been a long time, too long, since I had felt something, anything, for someone. Yeah, I had plenty of one night stands, getting pussy was not a problem of mine. But fuck, even I got lonely, and no one, in a long time, has made me feel like what that girl did. And I only knew her for 60 fucking minutes. Could there be something there? I am fucking nuts.

 I quickly stopped by my house to feed my pup, Bear. “Sorry bud, no walk tonight. Daddy's got a fucking date.”

 I quickly changed my shirt into a cleaner tee, then headed into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I sighed. Jesus, why the fuck would I think she would want me? I'm old enough to be her father. Besides, she is probably already dating someone and is only going out with me because she fucking thinks she has to to get the job.

  Goddamn if I don’t sound like a fucking teenager! Okay, enough talking shit about myself, I look great. I can get any pussy out there. I'm fucking Negan Morgan for shits sake!

 I got on my bike, headed to y/n’s house. Starting up her front walk, I noticed she was sitting on her front porch.

 “Eager for dinner, doll?”

 “I haven't eaten all day, so yeah, I guess I am.” She laughed and fuck, if I didn't want to hear more of that.

 “Well, come on, let's head out.”

 She stepped off the porch, still dressed the same, except for a different jackets.

 “Good choice doll” I took a hold of her arm, leading her to my bike.

 “Nice bike, all black, sexy.” She put her hand on the tank, rubbing back and forth.

 Hmmmmm, je-sus! I turned back to her so I could adjust myself.

 “Here’s your helmet doll.” I helped put it on her, hooking the chin strap. Shit! Her skin is so soft. I have got to keep my hands to myself.

 She looked at me with those big sweet doe eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”

 “Negan, doll. I'm not old enough to be Mr. Morgan.” I snickered.

 “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you're old.” She looked down, embarrassed.

 I couldn't help myself. Putting my hand under her chin, I lifted her face to look at me.

 “No need to apologize sweetheart, it's OK, I'm just teasing you. Let's get on.”

 I got on, then helped her up. I could tell she was hesitant to put her arms around me.

 “No need to hesitate doll. I don't bite, usually.”

  She wrapped her arms around me and goddamn if it didn't feel perfect. Shit, I was in trouble.

 When we got to Harry’s, she got off first, I missed the feel of her arms already.

 We took a seat towards the back and ordered., both of us ordering a burger and fries.

 “I like a woman that eats real fucking food.”

 “Well, I do enjoy a salad now and again, but in case you didn't notice, I like to eat. “ She giggled, glancing at my through her fucking perfect eyelashes.

 “Not sure what you mean doll?”

 “Mr., I mean, Negan, I'm not exactly skinny.”

 “Let me tell you something sweetheart. I prefer to look at, talk to, something with substance.” I took ahold of her hands.

 She stared up at me, I stared back. “You feel it to doll?”

 “Mmhmm”

 I stood up, never letting go of her hands. We walked over to the bar where I paid, making our way outside, fast.

 I backed her up against the building, grasping her face. “Are you okay, with this?”

 “Yes, I…never…”

 “It's okay doll, I know.”

Reader’s POV

  The kiss started out soft, sweet, like testing the waters. His tongue, begging for entrance, which I granted. It quickly became more heated, tongues dancing, tasting, intertwined. His hands moved down, grasping my ass. Mine went around his neck, playing with the curls.

When we came apart for a breathe, he spoke.

 “We need to get out of here, now.” I soon felt what he meant, as he brushed his groin against me.

 “Yes, please.” I gasped out.

 I hardly remember the ride back, my head too full of what if’s, I shouldn't, but I quickly shut them down when we arrived back at my house and he picked me up. I had never felt so right, so at home, in someone's arms before.

 He put me down when we got to my door so I could retrieve my key. But he held me from behind, kissing my neck, rubbing his hands all over my ass.

 “God doll, I don't know what the fuck you've done to me. Shit.”

 When we got inside, I had barely turned around and he was on me.

  “Bedroom now doll.”  

  “Up the stairs, second door on the left.” Just as I answered him, he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

 He grabbed a hold of my ass, causing me to squeak.

 “Goddamn doll, this ass is perfection. Mmhmm!”

 We reached my room and I slid down off his shoulder. What the fuck am I doing? I never do this kind of thing, especially with my future boss!

 He placed his arms around me. “You okay doll? Second guessing? Want me to leave? Although I don't know how fucking far I will get with this.” He smirked, grabbing at his crotch. “But I am nothing if not a fucking gentleman, I'll go if that's what you want.” He sat down, picking up one of my stuffed animals.

 “No, don't go. It's just, I don't know. Is this okay?” I pointed to the two of us. “Not only have I never done this, but I've never felt what I'm feeling for anyone, especially this soon, this quick. Know what I mean?” I sat down next to him, grabbing my stuffie from him.

 He laughed. “First off, if you're concerned about your job, don't be. I was fucking impressed by your work, very much so. As fucking attracted as I am to you, that is not why I hired you. It's not how I do business.” He leaned over, placing loose hair behind my ear, then kissing it. “And believe me, I am super fucking attracted to you doll.”

 Throwing caution, and morals, to the wind, I got up and stood in front of him. I moved to straddle his legs, settling down on his lap. I grabbed his neck pulling his head closer, while leaning down.

 We began kissing, the hard and hungry kind, nipping each other's lips, tongues. Coming up for air, I slipped my tee off, tossing behind me. Negan made an obscene sounding groan,  which only spurred me on.  I unhooked my bra, letting it fall between us.

 “Holy shit doll! I didn't think you could become any more fucking beautiful. Those are certainly one glorious pair of tits, mmhmm!” He instantly latched onto one, twirling the neglected nipple in his fingers.

 I began the groaning now. I started grinding into him, wanting, needing to feel more. I reached down, unzipping, unbuttoning his jeans, placing my hand inside and gasping out loud when I realized just how large he was.

 He whispered in my ear, “Keep calm, dont worry baby, I'll fit just perfect.”

 “Why don't you show me then.”

 Everything became a blur of ripping off clothing, covers flying, skin on skin. And he was not lying, he fit perfectly, oh so fucking perfect.

 “Negan…oh…god…”

 He grunted, growled. “I know baby, I know. Come with me.”

 And we did, screaming each others names and every deity known to man. I could feel every drop of his hot seed pulse into me. I could feel his muscles rippling, I could feel my own, tensing, releasing. Our skin, so damp, wet with sweat, clinging to each other. I felt like I could stay like this, forever.

Negan’s POV

 We just laid there, her cuddled into me, so soft, so sweet smelling. Jesus, I could be like this forever.

 Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. Not risking waking her up, I lightly began rubbing her back with one hand, the other stroking her face. She was absolutely breathtaking, every dream I had ever had, perfection.

 “Negan?” She whispered.

 “Yes, doll?”

 “Stay?”

 “I don't plan on going anywhere baby.”

 She smiled, grasping onto me tightly, a sweet sigh escaping her lips.

 I'm not going anywhere but where you are.

[crzcorgi]

One of a Kind

For Negan Smut Week!

Sentence Prompt: “You like to hold it”

I wrote something a bit different. This is not with Number 6

Negan x Reader

Y/N=your name

Warnings - Negan smutty goodness. Language. NSFW. Sexy aesthetic

1950 words- using the Keep reading feature

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    Shit! It was raining hard and I had the unfortunate luck to be heading out on a run. Rain in itself isn't bad, washes away any walker blood and guts your clothing might accumulate. But heavy rain made scavenging hard.

 I was heading out with Simon, Frank, Jake and one other dude, can't remember his fucking name. I was once again the lucky one, the only female in the group. They usually were somewhat respectful, and if they weren't, well, I wasn't afraid to use brute force. And they knew it.

 It always made me laugh when I think of how things are now, compared to what they were, before the end. I was a dancer, no, not a stripper, which is what most fuckers thought when I told them. Fuck, mind in the gutter. I was a ballerina, well, more like a ballet teacher. You know what they say, those that can’t, teach.

 Anyway, my point being that I am small, and even smaller with the lack of 3 balanced meals. But I'm squirrelly, as Simon calls it. And I know how use most any object as a weapon. Simon's Negan’s right hand man. Simon is also my boss, I guess you could say, and probably the only friend I have in the Sanctuary.

  And Negan. Negan is the man, the one who runs the whole show. The one who most are scared shitless of. But not me. Don't get me wrong, I do respect him for what he's done, is doing. It's not a job I would want. But he doesn't scare me. And I know that pisses him off.

 I try to steer clear of him, never take runs with him, follow his rules, anything so he won't notice me. I met him when I first came to the Sanctuary. Got the whole Negan treatment. Work for points or be my wife and live like a queen. He says wife, I say sex doll, potato, potato. Either way, no.thank.you.

 So that's why I'm on a run. It's either that or scrubbing toilets, hmm easy choice for me. Going on runs can be fun. You never know what you might come across. I've gotten some great stuff before. We aren't supposed to keep it for ourselves, it goes back to the Sanctuary to be sorted out. But I've pocketed a few items. What Negan doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

 So I'm standing in the Sanctuary lot, in the rain, waiting for everyone. I'm always on time, they're always late. Nice.

 “We don't need a fucking army for this run, it's just a fucking milk run, Simon!”

  Shit! It's Negan! What the hell Simon, he knows not to put me on runs with him. Goddamn!

  “Well, well, well! Dollface! Fancy meeting you and your fucking fine ass here!”

 “Negan.”

 “Is that all you've got to say? No, good morning sir? No, you are looking mighty fine sir, let’s fuck?”

 Jesus! I just glare at him, hoping the heat in my cheeks doesn't show. “And why do we have the pleasure of your company on this run, sir?”

 “Sir, I like your respect darling.” He moved closer to me, so close I could smell just how good he smelled. Ugh. He then proceeded to put his arm around me. “Take a page from this little lady men, re-fucking-spect, remember that!’

 I turned to stare at Simon, hoping he could feel my anger. He looked at me and shrugged. Bastard!

 I started for the van that Simon was driving, I always rode with him, when someone grabbed my arm. “You're riding with me doll.”

 I gasped, “uh, sir, I always ride with Simon.”

 “Well, change is fucking good, get in the truck doll.”

 I climbed into the truck, already a sense of dread in my bones. This is going to fucking suck.

 Negan opened the driver’s side door, swinging his beloved bat, Lucille into the truck first. “Help Lucille in doll?”

  I took the bat, careful not to touch her barbed wire covering. She was cleaned up from her last outing, but I could still see bits and pieces of a job well done.

 “Admiring my lady, doll? She is a fucking thing of beauty, no?”

 “She's something alright.” I smiled, looking out the window and dreading this run already.

 He started the truck up, radioing Simon to ask which way we were heading then stating we would follow.

 Thank the gods the place we were heading to was a short drive. We got in, got some great things, not a lot in quantity, but quality. We were soon back on the road, no walkers or other survivors to be found. A successful run.

 Well, I spoke too soon. Right after we started back to the Sanctuary, the truck sputtered to a stop. And unfortunately, we were the last to leave, the others had headed back before us.

 “Fuckity fucking fuck! Jesus!” Negan picked up the radio, yelling at Simon. No answer. “What the fuck?!” He started banging the radio.

 “They're too far out, sir, no reception. Once they realize we aren't coming, they'll come look for us. Until then, we’re stuck.” I sighed, picking at the wire on Lucille.

 “Well, well, this is certainly a fucking predicament we are in. Most cer-tain-ly!” Negan turned in his seat, staring over at me.

 “Soooo what do you suggest we do with our fucking time alone, darling?

 The way he said alone, my body started rebelling against what I knew was right.

 “I don't know, sir, sing some round robin songs? Maybe thumb wrestle?”

 I vaguely heard something that sounded like a groan come from him. “Ohh, ba-by, you are so fucking adorable!” He reached over to touch my cheek, but I caught his wrist before he made it.

 “Sir, please keep to your own side of the vehicle.” I looked back down at Lucille.

 “You like my Lucille, sweetheart? She seems to have taken a liking to you also. You like to hold it, doll?” I could just hear the smirk he was wearing.

 “I like weapons of all kinds, and yes, I do like Lucille. She has a nice feel to her, nice hold.”

 He started laughing a deep gruff laugh. “I see what you did there. You thought I meant, do you like holding Lucille. But doll, that wasn't,” He leaned over, taking a hold of my chin and forcing me to look at him. “what I meant. Are you being coy with me?”

 “Negan, sir, this isn't a good idea. You have your wives, I have my pride.” I'm not sure if I was trying to convince him, or me.

 “Oh baby girl, I'm not asking for a fucking commitment, just a little bit of fuckity fun! You are too cute! And making me fucking hard as steel” He reached down, palming himself through his pants.

 I glanced over, noticing just how large that bulge was. And then I threw all caution, and my self worth, to the wind.

 Crawling over the truck bench seat, I situated myself right next to him, my knees against his thigh.  I slowly removed my jacket, throwing it behind me. I then lifted my tee up and over my head, leaving me in just my purple lace bra.

 “Well, darling, this is a most pleasant outcome!” He reached out, grabbing a breast in each hand and squeezing. I let my head roll back, enjoying being touched in this way, it had been so long. A moan escaping from me.

 Negan moved his hand down, unbuttoning my jeans, slipping his long fingers down into my pants. He then leaned over whispering in my ear. “No panties doll? You ARE a dirty girl!”  His voice causing me to shiver.

 “Didn't have enough points to do my laundry.” I was able to rasp out.

 I rose up on my knees, shimmying out of my pants, almost falling over onto Negan in the process.

 “Woohoo, little bit anxious there doll!” He was unzipping his fly, pulling out his now totally erect, and quite thick, cock. “Don't worry baby girl, I'll make it fucking fit.” He sniggered. “Crawl on over sweetheart, show Daddy some fucking lovin’!”

 I went to straddle him, slamming my back into the steering wheel. “Motherfucking shit!!!”

 “Oh my my, such a nasty mouth on this one!” He laughed, but then repositioned the seat. “Better baby?”

 “Much, thank you.” I rubbed my back.

 I put my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself as I began to grind myself over his dick, lubing him up with my wetness.

 “By the sounds you're making, I'm guessing it's fucking been awhile for you, hmmm?”

 “Uh…yes… god yes.”

 “I gave you other options y/n, didn't I?”

 “Yes… but I…dont share sir.”

 Suddenly, he lifted me up, then slammed me back down, impaling me on his more than adequate cock. I couldn't help but scream, the fact that it had been forever, and the oh so pleasant/painful stretch and burn.

 “Ride me baby, ride me hard and fast like I fucking know you can.” Negan growled in my ear, sending his tongue in to explore.

 The cab soon became full of obscene sounds, smells and sights. Windows completely steamed over, causing it to feel like we were in a sauna. The sweat running off our overheated bodies, tickling on the way down.

 Our mouths were all over, biting, licking, little kisses, starting on our lips, moving onto cheeks, ears, necks, chests.

 Negan was sucking on one nipple, fingering the other. I was pumping myself, up and down, making figure eight movements with my hips. I knew I was nearing my release, so I reached down between our heated bodies, quickly circling my hardened nub.

 “Negan...oh…god…im gonna…” He grabbed my hand, replacing it with his own.

 “Ok baby, come.”

 As if on command, I came, screaming his name, among other barely intelligible curses. Negan withdrew, coming all-over my stomach.  I collapsed into his chest, shaking.

 “Feeling good doll?” He laughed. Placing his arms around me, he seemed to be hugging me closer.

 “That was nice.” Sighing, I took in his smell.

 Suddenly, the radio crackled to life.

 “Boss? Everything OK?”

 Negan sat up, letting his arms fall from around me. Grabbing the radio, he answered Simon. “Yeah, we’re OK, fucking truck, not so much.”

 “Okay, we’re heading back for ya.”

 “Shit doll, guess cuddling is out. Got to get fucking dressed”

 I crawled off of him, scooching back to my side. “Uh, Negan, do you have something I can use to clean up?”

 He laughed. “Use these.” He threw his boxers at me. “Now we can be fucking commando twins.”

 I wiped my stomach off, trying hard not to laugh. “Well, that was an interesting afternoon.”

 “Yes, it fucking was doll.”

 After we were both dressed, we just sat there waiting for the guys to come back.

 “I hope you don't think this was a one time thing doll.”

 “Negan, I'm not going to be one of many. It's not what I do, what I am. I have my pride.”

 Laughing, he said, “I wasn't asking you to be one of many, baby. You are definitely one of a kind, my kind.”

 What the fuck did that mean?

 I wanted to respond when Simon arrived. “Boss, you and y/n go get in the van, we’ll take care of this.”

 I climbed out of the truck, grabbing Lucille. Handing her to Negan, I glanced up into his face, to see if I could see something. “I'm not done with you yet.” He rubbed his fingers on my cheek.

Oh god, my life just got a whole lot more complicated.

[crzcorgi]

Little Bird

For Negan Smut Week!

Prompts - “Well Done” “Famished"and Sentence Prompt: “Look what I found!” 

Negan x Number 6 (reader- y/n)

Y/N=your name

Warnings - Negan smutty goodness. Language. NSFW. Sexy aesthetic

2200 words- using the Keep reading feature

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    “You ready doll?” Negan was waiting in the living room for me as I made my way towards him.

 “I guess, as ready as I’ll ever be.” I was dragging my feet like a little kid, not wanting to do what Negan was forcing me to do.

  Negan was taking me out to teach me how to shoot.  Yes, it’s amazing that I have made it this far in the apocalypse without using a gun. I knew my way around a knife pretty well. And I carried my brother’s old machete. It had worked for me, up until now. Negan wanted me to be prepared for anything.

 “Not sure why we have to do this though. You won’t ever let me go on a run. You don’t even let me leave the Sanctuary grounds.”

 “Doll, don’t go there. You know how I fucking feel about that.”

 “Yeah, y/n, we’re wives. Our jobs are to be here for Negan. Not off going on runs with other men.”  

 “Thank you for that tidbit of knowledge, Amber.” I rolled my eyes.

 “Negan, why aren’t you taking any of the other girls, like me? Unlike miss ungrateful,” she gave me her signature eyeroll,  “I would love to go with you!” Amber ran her hands up his arms, looking at him seductively.

 “Because I’m fucking not, that’s why. Come on baby.” Negan took my arm, pulling me behind him out the door.

 “Why the fuck does Amber always have to fucking question me. Jesus.”

 I leaned up, kissing his cheek. “It’s Amber, she hates everyone and everything, Ne.”

 He laughed. “No one hates me doll.”  

We headed down to the first floor, making our way into one of the back rooms that are off-limits.

 “I’ve never been in here.” I peeked around. It was the armory, filled with every weapon imaginable. Firearms, knives, swords, axes, machetes, fire throwers. “Are those bombs?” I pointed to these blackish round things.

 “No, doll, those are grenades, don’t touch.” Negan walked over to the guy who was working on a rifle. He handed him a duffle. They both looked over at me and started laughing.

 “Okay, Ne, why were you laughing at me? What did he say?” I put my hands on my hips trying to emphasize my irritation.

 “You are adorable baby girl. It was nothing for you to worry about.” He put his free arm around me, leading us out the door.

 He wasn’t going to tell me, so I dropped it. I was used to people talking, laughing behind my back since I became one of Negan’s wives. Especially because I was different than the others.

 We reached the shooting range and I was very thankful no one else was here.  Negan showed me how to load, shoot, even clean a gun. While I was far from perfect, I was able to hit near the targets.

 “We’ll come out and practice a bit more. But you did good today y/n, well done. I think we deserve to celebrate.” He gave me his wink with a smirk, basically Negan’s version of finger guns. Along with the way he drew out the word celebrate, I knew exactly what kind of celebration Negan had in mind.

 “It’s Sherry’s night, Ne.” I wasn’t going to show my disappointment.

 “Jesus fuck, I hate that schedule!”

 “It’s your schedule Negan, you were the one that initially put it in place. We just tweaked it a bit.” I looked over at him putting the guns back into the bag.

 “Doesn’t mean I can’t hate it doll, a man’s needs and wants change.”

 Just then, I heard a noise, a peeping. “Did you hear that Ne?”

 “Hear what? I just hear my stomach growling, doll, I’m fucking famished.”

 “It sounded like a peeping, like an animal.” I walked over to where I had heard the sound, near the targets. I stood still, hoping to hear it again.

 “What are doing baby?”

 “Shhhh, Ne! I’m trying to listen!” I heard it again, looking down under a small bush. “Oh my god, Ne! Look what I found!” There sat a tiny bird. I crouched down, gently picking it up in my hands.

 Negan had come over and was standing right behind me. “Jesus, doll, just leave it. It looks injured.”

 “Ne, I can’t leave it, please!” I looked up at him, glancing back down at the tiny creature in my palms. I held it up to Negan, hoping he would change his mind after seeing it. “I mean, what if you had left me out there?”  I pointed to the Sanctuary wall.

 He took it, delicately moving it to see what was wrong. “Baby girl, I think it’s wing is broken, but I also see a wound, might be more. I’m not sure what we can do.” He looked at me, sadness showing on his face. “Doll, let me take care of it, put it out of his misery.”

 I began crying. “Okay Ne, please do it quickly. I know it’s stupid, crying over a bird.”

 He put his arm around me, pulling me to his chest. “Go back inside sweetheart. Meet me in my room. I’ll be up when I’m through here, okay?”

 I tried to stop my crying, but it just kept on, “Okay Ne…sniff…i’m sorry…and thank you…sniff.”

 He took his jacket off, placing it on the ground, then gently laying the bird on it. “Come here baby.” He took me in his arms, squeezing me tightly. “This is one of the many reasons I love you. Even after the shit you went through before the apocalypse and what you’ve been through since, you still love with every bit of your heart. Not a fucking soul would have given that sound a second glance. You went out of your way, and now, your heart is breaking over the suffering of a bird.” He began stroking my hair. “Go upstairs doll, go the back way to avoid the others. I’ll bring some food when I come.”

 “Okay, thank you Ne. I love you, you big softy!” He rolled his eyes at me as I snuggled into him, then pulling back. I knelt down beside the tiny bird. “You’re going to a better place sweetie. Negan will help you.” I touched it softly.

 “Go baby. It will be okay.”

 I waved goodbye as I headed back inside. In another world, I would have taken that sweet little thing and tried nursing it back to health. But I knew Negan was right, it most likely wouldn’t survive even with my help. And using the little supplies we had on a dying bird wouldn’t be the right thing to do.

 I reached Negan’s room with no interception from the others. Part of me felt guilty, it wasn’t my night, it was rightfully Sherry’s. But I had begun truly enjoying my alone time with Negan. Yes, he was a man who believed in brute force, who believed in right and wrong, black and white. You do him wrong, he repays the favor. He had a dirty, foul mouth, everything had sexual undertones.

 But, with his wives, when we were alone with him, he was a man that enjoyed, desired, perhaps even loved, his women. I tried to so hard to forget that it wasn’t just Ne & I, that I shared him with 5 other women. And who knows? He could possibly bring in more.

 Whenever I entered his room, I tried to clear my head of all of that, it was just Ne & I. No other wives, no Saviors. Just the two of us.

 I went into the bathroom to clean up a bit. When I was finished, I crawled into bed, underneath Negan’s soft comforter that was infused with his scent. Without warning, I began crying again. The bird, that poor little creature. An innocent. Why? Why is it always the most pure souls that suffer? It’s just not fair.

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  “Baby girl? Wakey wakey!”

 I rolled over to see Negan sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling. He was stroking the side of my face.

 “I’m sorry Ne, I must have fallen asleep.”

 “Is fine doll, looks like you were crying. I took care of the little guy. Even made him a fucking gravestone, you can pay your respects later.” He laid down, facing me. “Come here y/n, it’s okay, everything will be okay.” He pulled me into him, kissing my forehead, moving down my face. “Hungry? I brought some food.” He was now kissing,licking my neck, under my ear.

 “I’m fine, not really hungry.” I was enjoying his attention and I didn’t want to move, didn’t want him to stop.

 “Or do you just want to spend the evening like this?” Negan placed his hands on my ass, squeezing, then moving upward, bringing them around to grasp my breasts.

 Sighing softly, I looked into his beautiful, kind eyes. “Stay here, like this.”

 “It’s okay, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.”

 Slowly he moved his hands to remove my tee, his eyes never leaving mine. Throwing it to the side, he then moved down to my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. He moved his whole body down the bed, his face stopping at my now heated core, where he placed a soft kiss over my panties. I could feel his scruffy beard through the thin material causing me to shiver and emit a small moan.

 He moved down, pulling my pants off completely, discarding them off the bed. He then picked up my feet, kissing each one delicately, rubbing my toes. Grasping my ankles, he parted my legs, placing each foot on his shoulders. Sliding upward until his face was placed between my upper thighs, my knees bent over shoulders, he then kissed each thigh, causing another slight trembling in my body.

 “Okay baby girl? Need me to stop? Just say so.”

 “I’m okay Ne, thank you.” I whispered out.

 “Just close your eyes.”

 Doing as he asked, I closed them, trying to just feel, nothing else. No thoughts, no sounds, no sights, just Negan and what he was doing to me, making me feel.

 He moved his face upward, taking the waistband of my panties in his teeth. I could feel it, the roughness, sharpness, cold, damp. He pulled them down, waiting while I lifted my hips up. After pulling them off, he kissed his way back up, alternating from left to right leg. I could feel his scruff, his moist but slightly chapped lips. The sensations causing me to quiver, vibrate.

 Once again, his face met my core. I was aware of his warm breath, but barely, as I was awaiting what sensation would come next. I shook slightly, from holding on, from waiting, the anticipation killing me.

  “You alright sweetheart? Want me to stop?” I didn’t dare open my eyes, couldn’t open them. The sound of his oh so gruff, throaty voice almost enough to send me over.

 “I’m…okay…thanks.” I barely panted out.

 He continued, tiny little kisses, on my mound. His unshaven beard, my freshly shaven skin, caused an indescribable feeling. He moved on, circling just outside my outer lips, little kisses, small licks. I heard him, I was tuning out most sounds, but I heard him. A moan, a groan, and I realized I was making almost identical noises.

 He was now sucking my lips, drawing them into his mouth. I began writhing, squirming, his long fingers gently grasping my hips, keeping me still.

 “Ne…I’m…not going…oh…”

 He quickly stopped, confusing me. I could feel him moving, heard him. I opened my eyes to see him now over me, grasping his beyond erect cock, stroking. His eyes never leaving mine, causing the feeling of being hypnotized. But I couldn’t look away.

 Looking away for just a second, he placed himself at my entrance. With Negan, everything was loud, bold, fast, hard. No one would ever accuse him of being gentle, soft, quiet. But when he entered me, that was exactly what it was. He was slow, an almost feather- like touch, delicate.

 We started moving in unison, all legs, arms, lips, tongues, blended, melded together, as one. We performed a dance that only Negan and I knew the steps of. In a moment like this, it felt like we were the only ones in the world. No one existed, nothing mattered but us.

 A whisper, I couldn’t hear anything, my senses all dulled. But I could hear him. I could hear Negan, “come for me baby girl. Come with me.”

 And I did. When you dance as a couple, you are totally in sync, from beginning to end. We finished, still together as one, wrapped in each other’s arms. I was now on top, I glanced up at him, his face aglow with sweat, a look of pure joy. Love?

 His hand came up to wipe at my face. “Doll?” He whispered. “Why are you crying?”

 Crying? I raised my own hand to touch. I was crying. “I don’t know why, Ne? It’s not you, I just don’t know.”

 He pulled me even tighter to his chest, his fingers automatically going to my hair. “Today has been rough. Emotions everywhere. Just know baby, I’m here for you, always.”

 “Thank you Ne, I love you my one and only savior.”

 “I love you too y/n/n, my sweet little bird.”

[crzcorgi]

Birthday Surprise

This is for Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge - My prompt was Negan’s Birthday (thank you Ash, for letting me participate! 😘)

and for Negan Smut Week! Sentence Prompt: “Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin?”

Negan x Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - Number 6′s nickname for Negan

Warnings - NSFW. Smut in the southern kiss form. Fingering, light spank. Language. Naughty aesthetic

1500 words - using the keep reading feature

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   I decided to surprise Negan with something a touch different. I wasn’t like the others, being “sexy” didn’t come easy to me. I know the girls laughed at my “innocence” I tried so hard to be more flirty, girly and exotic, but I just ended up feeling foolish.

 But I came up with a plan I think could work. I loved to cook and while supplies were definitely limited, I found the ingredients to bake a cake, a birthday cake more specifically. Negan’s birthday was today and I was so excited to be able to do this for him. No one was ever able, or was willing to try to surprise him. Maybe I could be the first?!

 I needed a way to get the wives kitchen to myself, so I came up with what I believed to be the perfect plan. No one would bother me, until I wanted a certain someone to. I told the wives and a few of Negan’s most trusted people that it was, in fact, his birthday and we should throw him a party. They jumped at it and put together a party fit for the king of the apocalypse. The only one in on my little plan was Simon. I asked him to send Negan up about 2 hours into the party. I was feeling so sneaky!

 “Y/N, are you coming? The party is starting!” Frankie yelled to me.

 “Uh…cough…I’m feeling a bit…cough cough…sick. Tell Negan I’m sorry…cough”

 “Okay, feel better!”

 I told her thanks, peeking out of my bedroom to see if the rest of them had left yet.    

 “Hello? Anybody here?” No answer.  Yes! On to my plan.

 I quickly changed, then hurried into the kitchen to begin baking. I had hid all the ingredients, not sure why as I was the only wife that stepped foot in the kitchen. I placed everything out on the counter and began.

 While the cake was baking, I began making a frosting from the odds and ends I found. It might not be the best, but it would have to do.

 When the timer went off, I carefully took the cake out and gasped, it looked perfect! Yes! I knew it had to cool a bit, but I was so anxious so I put it in front of the fan, hoping that would hasten the cooling process some.

 I went to my room, looking for the one small gift I had gotten Negan, bringing it back to the kitchen. I also grabbed a candle to light. No, it wasn’t a tiny birthday cake candle, but a candle’s a candle, right?

 I touched the cake and said to hell with it, removing it from the pan. It seemed cool enough so I began frosting it with my makeshift frosting, standing back to admire my artwork.

 “My, my, my! Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin’?”

 “Oh my god, Negan! You scared the shit out of me!” I was clasping my chest, trying to catch my breath.

 “Look at you doll, thought you were sick, but hmmm, dressed like this, baking a cake. If I didn’t fucking know any better, I would think you were doing all this for somebody’s birthday. Hmm, what do you say baby girl? Is that what this is?”

 He walked over to me, towering over me. He put his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look up into his mesmerizing dark eyes.

 “Maybe it is for someone’s birthday. But who’s birthday is it?” I asked him, being coy.

 “Are you teasing me doll?” He moved his face even closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath, smell the whiskey he had just drank and I couldn’t stop staring at those plump red lips.

 “Am I? I didn’t realize I was. Does that make me a bad girl?” I didn’t look away from him, just giving him a small smirk.

 “Not bad, just naughty.” He let go of my face, turning to sit down in one of the chairs. “Show me your outfit doll, I like it very much.” The way he said it sent shivers all over my body.

 I turned around, showing him what I was wearing.

 “Is this for the birthday boy?” He winked at me, licking his lower lip.

 “Yes sir, all for just him. Rumor is, I’m kinda fond of him.”

 “Should I be jealous?” He took my hands, pulling me over closer.

 “I don’t think so, I mean, you have all of those wives.” I quickly glanced down at him, his eyes so dark now. I looked away quickly, trying to act uninterested.

 “Right now I’m only concerned with one of them, and she’s being a bit bratty right now.”

 I took my hands out of his, walking over to a cabinet to grab a couple of plates.

 I began to turn around to ask him if he wanted a piece of cake when I was pushed against the counter.

 “Do you think you should be punished? Or should I just open my gift?” His hand slid down to my ass, squeezing then lightly slapping it. I gasped, never having experienced anything like that.

 I could hardly speak. “Uh…open your…gift, I guess.” His hand had found its way between my legs, slowly moving between my now very damp folds. I couldn’t stop the moans that came forth.

 He began whispering in my ear. “When they told me you weren’t feeling good, I was fucking concerned doll. That’s why I came right up here.” His fingers entered my waiting cunt, in and out, in and out. “Don’t worry, I told Simon to keep everyone downstairs. And Fat Joseph’s in the hall. No one will interrupt us.”

 He kept two fingers inside me, rubbing me just right, in that oh so sensitive rough spot. Another finger began circling my now swollen nub. “Oh god…Negan…I’m…I’m.”

 “Come for me baby, fuck my fingers. Let me hear you scream.” He snarled,

 I started shaking, shivering, my high almost achieved. Negan suddenly dropping to his knees, his face shoved between my legs.

 Just as I felt his warm wet tongue enter me, I came, hard, fast, shocking my whole system. “Ne…OH…OH…NEEEE!” I couldn’t see, black and white flashing dots blinding me. Negan held me up, as I am sure I would have collapsed. As I came around, I realized I was feeling a strange, different sensation.

 “Hooooly Shit doll! That is a NEW. one. for. you!”

 “Huh…what is Ne?” I was confused until I glanced down at Negan’s face. His signature smirk showing, but that’s not what made me gasp. His face was drenched.

 “Uh…Ne, uh…”

 “Oh baby!” He crawled out from between my legs, standing up. I turned around, careful not to fall as I was still wobbly. He leaned over me, grabbing a towel to wipe his face off, his smile growing wider.

He sat back in the chair. “Come here doll.” He patted his lap.

 When I started walking I realized just how wet I was.

 “Ne, I’m not sure what exactly happened there. I’m so embarrassed, and so so sorry.” I would was horrified, what did I do?!

 Negan began laughing. “Oh darling, you are just so damn adorable!”

 “I really fail to see how peeing on your face is adorable, but thank you for that. And for laughing at me.” I began to feel the tears falling. “This was supposed to be a wonderful birthday surprise for you and I dressed special for you and I wanted to look, and feel, sexy for once not like the dumb little girl I really am. And now look, I screwed up once again. Why do you keep me around Ne? I’m not strong and confident like Sherry? Or pretty and sexy like Amber? Or have a great body like Tasha? I was really crying now. I wanted a big hole to swallow me up.

 “Y/N, first off, sit the fuck down.” He patted his lap again. I noticed he placed a towel on it. I smirked. As I sat down, he placed both arms around me, pulling me against his chest. “Baby, you didn’t piss on me. I wasn’t laughing at you, or the fact that you squirted on me. I just love your innocence. I’ve never been with such a sweet, loving innocent woman before. It makes me so hard everytime.”

   Squirted, okay, I had heard about it, but never thought it was truly a thing. “OK, so it wasn’t a bad thing? You’re okay with it?”

  “It most certainly is not bad, and I fucking love it, doll! And I’m honored that I was your fucking first time. Woohoo! Now, to get you there everytime baby girl!”

 “I guess maybe your birthday isn’t a bust after all.” I shrugged.

 “I know how to make it even better sweetheart.” He started kissing up my neck, his tongue darting into my ear, causing me to giggle.

 “Ne, are you trying to kill me?”

 “Nope, I’m not done with you yet. Hold on tight, doll!”

  I put my arms around his neck as he stood up. He carried me into the living area, grabbing a blanket off one of the couches. He threw it over me asking, “you all covered now baby? Don’t want Fat Joey getting a fucking free show.”

  “I’m all set, Ne. But where are we heading?”

 “Where else sweet one? My room, my true birthday party has just fucking begun!”

I had a feeling I would be losing more of my innocence tonight.

[opheliadawnwalker3]

Taste *NeganxReader AU

Literally just saw the above picture and this popped into my head. Thought I’d try something a little different. Dedicated to my new friend @whothehellisjay

Enjoy hun! >:D

Reader offers to take care of Negan while he’s stuck in a boring conference call. AU where Negan isn’t married and works in the advertising business.

AU Negan/Reader PRE ZOMBIE

Contains smut and language

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You stared up with hungry eyes at your boss from under his desk while your tongue traces a tantalizing path over your plump lips. Leaning in slightly, you push your upper arms against your breasts to deepen your cleavage and give him one hell of a view. Negan returned your gaze, his tawny hazel eyes half lidded and filled with desire. 

“Fuck me sweetheart, I have every mind to yank you up and bend you right over my fucking desk,” he drawls huskily, hand rubbing his clean shaven chin.

You shake your head, hands reaching up to squeeze his taut inner thighs. “Not until I taste you. Besides, you have a conference call in a couple of minutes. Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression.”

Negan chuckled, “Hell I bet they’d enjoy hearing me fuck your tight little cunt into next week. Probably the only fucking action they’ve had in years.”

You feel your cheeks flush and your loins clench in wanton need. The blood rushing to the tender flesh and engorging it, just aching to be touched. All in due time. If there was one thing Negan was damn good at, it was returning the favor. He never left you wanting more.

Biting your lip, you shake your head no once more. “No sir. That would be unprofessional. But don’t worry, I don’t plan to keep you waiting for long.”

You move your hands to teasingly rub his already hard cock through the pants of his expensive tailor made suit. Negan always dressed to kill, a fact that initially attracted you to him. Well that and his commanding presence and devilish smile.

Your fingers lightly trailed over him, earning a throaty moan from the man before you. “Fucking tease,” he said with a playful smirk. You cocked your head cheekily, well aware the effect your ministrations were having on him. Feeling him straining against his zipper, you finally decide to relieve him. Pulling the zipper down, his cock sprang forward, thick and ready. Looking up at him impishly through your eyes lashes, you lean forward and lick the tip gingerly.

“It’s time for your conference call sir,” you said reminding him with an amused smile. Despite the more erotic perks, you still had a job to do. And helping Negan stay organized and prompt was one of them. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy yourself a little.

Negan sighs and leans over you to press some buttons on his office phone. While he was on call waiting, he leaned back in his chair, thoroughly enjoying the sight of you on your knees in between his widespread legs. He reaches down and grabs your chin, his gaze suddenly radiating with a quiet intensity.

“Remember darling, you don’t get to fucking touch yourself while your lips are on my dick. If you’re a good girl, daddy will take real good fucking care of you when he’s done.”

  You nod , gaze never leaving his and you lean forward, taking the tip in your mouth. Gathering saliva in your mouth, you begin to roll your tongue over him. The taste of him was intoxicating, making you only hungry for more. Negan exhaled, his head relaxing against the back of his black leather chair. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his fingers clenching over the armrests.

Over your head, you hear the sound of Negan’s business partners coming over the line on speaker phone. Normally, you would listen intently trying to pick up the intricate business practices and other skills you would earn with experience. You didn’t intend to stay a secretary forever and one day planned to get your foot in the door at the company. But you still had quite a lot to learn. Right now, you were simply enjoying yourself and wanted to put all your energy into pleasing Negan.

Negan voiced a greeting to his partners, his voice thick and his hooded hazel eyes were trained on you. You begin swirling your tongue further down the shaft, taking care to trail your tongue along the thick vein. You hear Negan exhale through his nose and you know it’s difficult for him to remain quiet. Your boss was many things, but silent and demure was not one of them. Not in the workplace and certainly not in bed. Lightly scraping your teeth over his cock, earns a throaty hiss from Negan and you feel his fingers tangle in your hair. You can already feel your panties soaked with your desire and you want nothing more than to touch your self to relieve some of the delicious tension. But you made a promise not to.

Feeling his fingers clench in your hair, urges you to take in more of him. Tuning out the voices overhead, you flatten your tongue against the bottom of your mouth and relax your throat. Sliding down him as far as you could possibly go, your fingers curl into his thighs, bracing yourself. Negan’s eyes are closed and he lets out a quiet moan. 

The corners of your mouth curl up when you hear his partners question if he was alright, clearly hearing him enjoying himself.

“Yeah sure Bill, just tell me what numbers we’re looking at,” Negan replies in an authoritative tone, shooting you a smug smile. Rolling your tongue over him and effectively coating his cock in saliva, you begin to bob your head. Hitting the back of your throat each time, you close your eyes, enjoying the sensations and position you were in. After a few minutes, you had long since ignored the conversation going on around you. Thus far, your boss had remained composed for the most part, much to your surprise. Suddenly, Negan’s grip in your hair tightened and you feel him begin to buck his hips into your mouth. You knew he was getting close and you concentrated on rolling your tongue more earnestly as the speed picked up. Negan let’s out a satisfied moan as he spills his hot cum down the back of your throat, which you swallow diligently. Slowly removing your mouth from him, you shift from under the desk to stand up between his legs, your expression both seductive and mischievous. The conference call was far from over, but you were just getting started.

Eyes trained on him, you bend over to push your panties down your legs. Negan groans wantonly, his cock twitching once more. You straighten up and move to sit back on his desk. Hitching your skirt up and spreading your legs apart, you offer him a challenging yet satisfied smile as you moved your hand in between your legs.

He said nothing about touching yourself once you were done...

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[opheliadawnwalker3]

Stay

Writing Prompt #14 “Please stay” requested by a cute anon <3 hope you enjoy hun! I had fun writing this :D If anyone else wants to be tagged just let me know <3

Seriously there is NOT enough Arat love here! That needs to change :)

Arat/ female reader

contains: smut and some language

You pull Arat into a desperate, passion filled kiss. Your hand reaching up to cup her jaw, the other sliding down to grip her hip tightly. Arat quickly regains dominance, grabbing your ass firmly and pulling you in even closer. Your breasts were pressed enticingly together, the contact and material from your thin cotton shirt instantly hardens your nipples. You wanted her. Needed her. Right now you didn’t want to think about the after. You just wanted to get lost in the moment. Get lost in her.

Arat grinned mischievously against your lips and you felt her fingers sink into your hips as she pushed you back into a dresser. You gasped at the sharp edge colliding with your lower back, but was quickly distracted by Arat’s fingers tracing along the edge of your jeans. You pull away, biting her lower lip as you did to look at her. Damn she was beautiful. And strong. Not to mention fierce. Everything you aspired to be. And she wanted you.

You move your hands to her supple breasts, softly kneading them through her black V-neck. Arat let out a soft hiss and leaned in to attack your neck. You tilt your head back to give her more access, thoroughly enjoying the sensations of her teeth nipping your throat. Your hands slide under her shirt and you feel the heated flesh beneath. You wanted nothing more than to taste her smooth caramel skin and make her scream in ecstasy.  Arat nipped your ear, tongue tracing the soft shell. You hear her breath hitch as you pinch her nipples and that satisfaction earned a rush of warmth between your legs. Feeling her hand slip into the front of your jeans and dip into your panties makes you mewl with wanton need. Her plump lips meet yours in a sensual kiss as her fingers slide along your slick folds slowly, relishing in your moans against her mouth.

You pull her in closer, practically against you and take your shirt off. Desiring to feel her naked skin against yours, you reach down to remove hers as well. Your throbbing cunt momentarily saddened by the loss of her skillful fingers as she raises her arms, her lips curled into a devilish smile. Your mouths meet again lustfully, eager hands grabbing and caressing each other’s bodies. You were so wrapped up in her, you were barely aware of her hands guiding you across the room. Feeling the back of your legs hit the mattress, you fall back, hungrily pulling her down on top of you. The rest of your clothes were quickly discarded and you both became a tangled mass of naked limbs. Your cries of elation melding together in a symphony of pleasure and temporary gratification.

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An hour later, you both lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Neither desiring to move, but wanting to enjoy it while you both could. You trail your fingers up Arat’s arm idily, looking up at the ceiling.

“Negan wanted to fuck me so bad when I first got here. Tried to talk me into being wifey number four,” Arat said gleefully, no doubt greatly amused by the Savior leader’s many attempts. I turn my head towards her, my lips brushing against her temple. “Of course he did. You’re beautiful.”

Arat smiled softly at the compliment, her almond shaped brown eyes flitting over your features lovingly. “It took awhile to convince him I’d rather be a Savior,” she said with a cheeky smile. I nod, rolling my eyes, arm squeezing her tapered waist ,”I’m amazed you did. He can be very persuasive.”

Arat smirked and raised up on her elbow, eyebrow raised. “You’re the one who convinced him to share you with me.” She brushed her hand teasingly over your breasts and you bit your lip hard holding back the moan that threatened to leave your lips. You couldn’t stay much longer. You had to get back.

“I didn’t. He saw me look at you one time and pitched the idea to me. I wasn’t going to turn him down.” You reply with a bemused grin, briefly reliving the memory of both Negan and Arat taking turns worshipping your body. It was one of the most erotic experiences of your life. Unfortunately, it only made you crave more. With or without your dear husband.

Arat pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “Lucky me.”

You swallow thickly, the words you needed to say dangling precariously on your lips. Sighing heavily, your gaze returns to the ceiling. “We need to stop doing this,” you say with a heavy heart. Arat says nothing so you continue “We both have it really good here. And if we get caught I...don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

There was silence for a moment before Arat nods her head. “Yeah...yeah you’re right.”

You nod in agreement and move to get out of bed, but you feel her grab your wrist. “Please stay...just a little longer. Negan isn’t due back for another day.”

You look down at her, wanting nothing more than to comply. But all it took was one nosy fucking person at the Sanctuary to take notice of your absence and run rampant with the accusations. “Arat...”

“Elizabeth.” she cuts you off.

Your brows furrow in confusion at the unfamiliar name. “What?”

Arat presses her lips together, contemplating, as though wondering if she made a mistake. “My name is Elizabeth.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, finding her all the more adorable. “You made up a fake name?”

She shrugs sheepishly, “Elizabeth’s fine but it doesn’t exactly strike fear into the hearts of men, you know?”

You feel your lips curl into a small smile. Every time, she found new ways to charm you. New ways for you to find her incredibly endearing. You weren’t entirely sure  what your feelings were towards her just yet . But you knew they were strong and pleasant. The two of you felt a deep connection that had extended beyond sex. You should have quit while you were ahead. It was easier to stay away when you just wanted to fuck. But your feelings just made things much more complicated. And dangerous.

You cast one look at the door, mulling it over. Turning back to Elizabeth, you crawl back into bed. Back into her warm embrace.

 “Maybe just five more minutes.”

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