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Dirty Deeds (Negan fic requestsl

Working your way up the ladder in the Sanctuary isn't easy, so when things get hot and heavy between you and Negan you decide to keep your relationship a secret. Only Negan has different ideas after he finds a box of sex toys on a run and insists on trying them out at the most inappropriate of times. For @negan-the-cat

Rating: explicit.

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, canon typical violence.

Author's note: there is a plot if you squint, but it came out mostly smut, and kinkier than I intended it to be, but I hope you like it.

You feel Negan's hand snake it's way up your thigh under the table.

You swat it away, shooting him an annoyed glance. He winks but his hand stays where it's supposed to be.

Usually you don't complain about Negan's near insatiable desire for sex, except for when you're in the old factory's conference room having a meeting with all the Saviors, who don't know that you're hooking up with Negan.

It wasn't that he was ashamed to be with you, quite the opposite actually, he had offered a position with his wives long before you'd even slept together, when you'd just joined the Saviors and were trying to work your way up the ladder. You'd refused in favor of doing that, not because you didn't find him attractive or want to be with him. He respected your choice but in the end it didn't stop the two of you from eventually falling into bed. The secrecy surrounding your relationship was entirely your choice, you didn't want the other Saviors giving you shit for sleeping with the boss, or accusing you of getting special treatment. You wanted Negan to treat you the same as the others outside of the bedroom. And so far so good.

Negan dismissed the meeting with a final bang of Lucille against the scared wooden table, and the Saviors slowly filed out of the room, discussing the next supply run as they went.

You hung back by the door, not needing Negan to say anything to know what he wanted. Once the last Savior had crossed the threshold you shut the door and flicked the lock in place. You could feel Negan's eyes on you the whole time, watching you with that almost predatory stare he had when he decided he wanted something.

When you turned to face him he was smirking at you.

“You're a shit!” you point an accusatory finger at him.

“Yeah.” he grins, pulling you down onto his lap “and what are you gonna do about it?”

“Haven't decided yet.” you grin and kiss him. You knew he got a secret thrill out of this sneaking around like horny teenagers thing, you could tell by the fevered way he kissed you when you were together like this.

You slip your tongue into his mouth and feel him harden against your ass.

Disentangling his hand from your hair, you push his chair back and drop to your knees between his legs, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, he lifts his hips to help you pull them down to his knees with his boxers freeing his erection. You take his only half hard member in your mouth, and take a deep breath through your nose before swallowing him down to his balls.

He lets out a deep groan and swears under his breath, before almost instantly becoming rock hard, blowjobs were always his favorite foreplay, but you took it another level.

You brace your arms against his hips, holding him still so he can't fuck your mouth, and start to tease him, slowly bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your checks each time you swallowed him again, stopping only to suck his on his tip.

Negan's grip on the chair arms is turning his knuckles white, he's squirming, moaning, and trying to thrust his hips to meet your mouth, but you don't let him. You know he's about to come, so you stare at him innocently with his tip still in your mouth. Sucking gently until you feel his body tense, and then swallow him down again.

He told you that you were his only partner that let him come in your mouth, he said it made you his favorite.

You let his softening cock slip from between your lips and smirk at him.

“Holy fuck, are you sure you don't want to be a wife?” you shoot him a dirty look and he laughs breathlessly. You undo your own jeans, and toe off your boots to remove them, but let Negan take off your panties, he turns you so your back is to him and slowly peels them off, before squeezing and stroking your ass a few times.

“Get on the table and open your legs.” he orders. You do as he says eagerly, sitting down in front of him on the table and sliding back across the wood until you can comfortably open your legs wide, being completely on display like this makes you feel vulnerable but you don't care, in fact you kind of like it. Negan wastes no time in burying his head between your thighs. The first soft lick against your folds is enough to elicit a moan from you.

“Look how wet sucking my cock got you. My dirty girl!” He talks too much, not that you're complaining in this case.

“We don't have long, the run is in half an hour now.” you remind him.

“Don't worry about it, I got you baby.” and with that his tongue is inside you.

He sucks your sensitive and swollen clit hard while softly licking it at the same time and you almost come from that alone, you're too distracted to realize he reached into his leather jacket and pulled something out of the pocket until you feel something silky and smooth at your entrance.

“What is that?” you ask breathlessly.

“Bullet vibrator, I found it on a run.” he says pulling away from your pussy for a moment.

“You wasted batteries on a sex toy?” you question with raised eyebrows but you let him push the toy inside you nonetheless, he pushes it deep and positions it perfectly against your G-spot before turning it on with the remote in his pocket. He doesn't play around and turns the thing on as high as it goes.

The toy isn't large, you can barely feel it inside you, but the vibrations are intense, so much so you can feel it in every part of your core, it makes your walls throb around the toy, and your clit pulse.

Negan smirks “You like that don't you? Why don't you come on my mouth and show me how much you like it?” and after a few more licks from his skilled tongue you do come and you come hard. He makes the orgasm last, sucking your clit in perfect timing with the pulsating of the toy until you feel like you couldn't take it anymore. You have to bite your lip to hold in your scream of pleasure.

Your body violently shakes as your orgasm finishes, and you fall back against the table limp and weak with pleasure. The vibrator is still going and you think for a moment you're going to die of over simulation. Before Negan pulls the toy out, he pulls up his pants and grabs a rag from the drawer behind him, and holding your leg up with one hand he gently cleans the remints of arousal he wasn't able to lick off your pussy and thighs. You still feel incredibly slick even when he's done.

“Still think it's a waste of batteries?” he asks.

You roll your eyes but shake your hand no, it definitely was worth it.

To your surprise when you stand up and put your panties back on, Negan wipes off the toy, and reaches between your legs, moving your panties aside and positioning the toy against your clit.

“Keep this bad boy in your panties on the run, we can have some fun right in front of everyone and they won't even know.”

You shake your head “You're a pervert, Negan.” but you leave it there.

“Good thing you like it.” he smirks and slaps your ass.

Packing for the run is nerve wracking, knowing that there's a surprisingly powerful vibrator pressed against your clit that Negan could turn on at anytime makes you a little nervous and hyper aware of the little toy in your panties and the way it feels when you move and it presses against you.

You almost fall out of the truck when Negan walks by, talking with Simon and pushes the button in his pocket, sending a small vibration against your clit, making your nerves spasm with the sudden pleasure.

Arat and a new Savior called Bobby give you a weird look.

You ride shotgun in the truck Negan drives, with several saviors piled in the back, Negan takes his place at the wheel, and Arat bangs on the top of the truck letting you both know you're ready to roll out and start the 4 hour drive to the abandoned department store warehouse a group of Negan's scouts found was still fairly well stocked with canned goods, medicine, and other supplies.

Negan doesn't hit the button on the vibrator remote again while you're on the road but one time just to remind you of its presence, it isn't as fun for him when it's just the two of you in the cab you guessed.

About an hour into the drive Simon radios from ahead “We've got trouble boss, some dead ones and a lot of them coming in from our north side.”

“Got it. Stop the convoy, let's get some guns out there and light these motherfuckers up.” Negan says, already reaching into the back and grabbing a couple of guns, passing one to you, and propping the other on his own shoulder.

It doesn't take long for the team of Saviors to take out the small herd, but it does waste some ammo with some of the more inexperienced Saviors like Bobby on the trigger. He's a good kid, and a good Savior, just a little trigger happy.

It can't be longer than 20 minutes before Simon is leading a small group to clear the road and you're loading up again.

Then several things happen all at once, just as you see three of the dead clamber up the embankment by the road and raise your gun to fire, Negan pushes the button again, the shock of pleasure throws off your normally true aim, and you miss the walker entirely. Before Negan even realizes what happened the thing is on Bobby.

Simon dispatches it, but it's too late.

Blood gushes from the bite on Bobby's neck, he doesn't have long.

Negan bends down next to him, “I'm sorry kid, you did good. We were proud to have you.” he stands and pulls his handgun from his waistband and the crowd that has gathered looks somber as the gunshot rings out.

As Arat and Simon load Bobby's body wrapped in a sheet into the back of a truck, you see the apology in Negan's eyes before he yells “Y/N get your ass over here!” you know Negan can't take the blame for this, even though he was the one who distracted you and caused you to miss the easy shot, but it doesn't make his words sting any less.

“You got that man killed, do you fucking realize that! You're off runs until further notice, you fucked up and you're gonna pay for it. You got it?” you nodded.

“I said do. You. Fucking. Got. It?” he yanks your gun out of your hands as he yells at you.

“Yes, Sir.” you say softly looking at your feet. You know he doesn't mean it, you know Bobby's death is just as much his fault as it is your's and he knows it too, you can see the guilt written all over his face, but he can't look weak in front of his people so you take the verbal beating.

This is exactly what you were afraid of, your relationship to Negan got in the way of you being a Savior. And now someone was dead because of it.

Negan makes the call to turn the convoy around and reschedule the run in favor of dealing with Bobby's final arrangements. Neither of you say anything the whole drive back. In fact you don't speak again until later that night when you hear Negan's familiar knock on your room door.

He's holding a plastic container of food “You didn't come to dinner.” he states.

You shrug “I wasn't hungry.”

“Can I come in?” he asks, and you step aside allowing him entrance.

I'm sorry I snapped at you like that.” he says, taking you into his arms.

“You had to, and I deserved it.” you assure him against his chest.

“It was my fault, and I'm so sorry I talked to you like that.”

“It was both our faults.”

“It was stupid idea to use that damn toy on a run, I fucked up. It won't happen again.” he sees the distant look in your eyes and gets visibly nervous, it's a weird new look on a man who is usually so sure of himself and in control of everything. “That is if you still want to be with me?”

“I still want to be with you, but I don't think I can keep being a Savior and your fuck buddy.” you admit.

“What does that mean for us?” the look in his eyes looks as if you'd just kicked him.

“I don't know.” you admit with a sigh.

He sits on your desk chair a few feet from the bed, while sit across from him on your bed. He sighs and scrubs his hand over his face.

And then he blurts out the unthinkable.

“I think I love you.” you think he's joking at first, but then you see the look in his eyes and know he's being truthful with you.

“I know, I think I love you too.” you whisper and the next thing you know his lips are on yours, your knocked backwards with his weight against the mattress which groans in protest, and his hands are all over your body.

You're the still so full of guilt over what happened on the run you almost pull away and stop him, but you can't. You let him take off your shirt and tease your nipples, pinching them between his fingers, and before long both your clothes are off, and he's lining himself up with your entrance.

Your clit is still a little over stimulated and your G-spot aches in a strange way as he thrusts against it, but there's no denying that there's something different about this sex. Something more gentle and sensual and almost… Loving.

Then it clicks: this is what making love felt like.

He licks his fingers and reaches between you, rubbing his wet thumb against your clit, working it up and down, coaxing the little bundle of nerves in and out of its hood until your second intense orgasm of the day rocked through your body, and not long after he fucked you through your orgasm Negan's body stiffens and you feel the hot spurts of his come inside you.

He lays on top of you, his softening cock slipping out of you slowly with your mixed juices, and you stroke his hair softly. “we'll figure it out.” you whisper.

“Yeah, we'll figure it out.”

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[silence-burns]

Screw Them

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Summary: Negan is fed up with your nightmares.

Genres: comfort (in Negan way), zombies, blood. Warnings: swearing (c’mon, it’s Negan)

Word count: 1,740

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The day was full of events and things both you and Negan had to take care of immediately and by the end of it, you were exhausted beyond the point you ever thought was possible. Most of the time you didn’t really have anything against being Negan’s right hand man (maybe, except for those times when some idiot pisses him off and makes him lose control, which only ends bloody), but on days like that, when you had way too much work to take care of in the time you had, you wished you were someone else. The people living under Negan may not have the easiest life, but at least they were safe and if they obeyed him and did what he wanted, it could be considered a quite good life.

Of course, to provide such life, there had to be people responsible for the most important tasks, ones that Negan chose himself. You were one of them and the one he took an interest in recently. It had its perks, but living alongside a man with his temper could also be quite dangerous. You were glad that most of the time he was well behaved in your presence. You wouldn’t say you formed a proper relationship, but at least you had a safe place to sleep and someone by your side.

And he couldn’t complain either most of the time. Most, because there were also those moments when being close to someone became an irritating problem.

Negan growled, moving your arm from his face. You were tossing in the bed on his right, mumbling something through the nightmares. It wasn’t the first time he got woken up this way, and after a rough day like the last one, he barely had any patience to spare.

Not raising his head from the pillow, he reached out to you and caught you by the ear, pulling hard enough to wake you up almost immediately. You punched his hand, looking around the room, still a little confused over where you were. With a deep sigh you rubbed your face, feeling the cold sweat covering you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, not looking at Negan.

“You know what? The thought of tying you up has always came to me under way different circumstances. Fuck, maybe I should try it?”

“Probably,” you muttered half-heartidly, not moving.

“Hey, fuckface” he poked you, frowning. “You okay?”

“Sure, Negan. I’ve never felt better.”

You were one of the few that could get away with talking to him like that – he probably considered you some sort of a pretty pet with sharp tongue, but you didn’t really care as long as he treated you well. It was difficult to understand what exactly was going on in Negan’s head.

It was pretty clear that night though, especially when he poked you once again after he didn’t get the reaction he wanted.

“For fucks sake, you don’t actually think I’m gonna leave this shit like that?” he raised his head, piercing you with his darkened eyes. Even though his words sounded like a joke, his serious expression made you doubt it. Besides, his dark, disheveled hair made it hard to focus. The dim light from the outside painted deep shadows on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m sorry for waking you up again, I’ll try to…,” you tried to explain yourself and calm him down, but he stopped you, pinning you down with his arm. He suddenly appeared much closer, making your heart skip a beat.

“Shush,” he placed his finger on your lips, which was unnecessary since all words were long gone from your head. “Stop bullshitting me and tell me what’s bothering such a sweet, little thing like you…”

It was a difficult task considering how his close presence worked on you.

“It’s just… some random images, probably from when I was still wandering outside,” you said, not looking him in the eyes.

He frowned.

“But that was a long time ago.”

“Yeah, and I thought I was finally over what happened and what I’ve seen outside, but it looks like the memories are coming back recently.”

“That’s shitty,” he stated, making you smirk.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Hey, it looks like you’re just fine again, since your sharp tongue is back,” Negan smirked in a wicked way that made you cautious. He leaned closer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and grasping your hands. He exhaled loudly and you couldn’t stop a shiver. “And you know what? Since it’s almost the fucking morning, maybe we kill some time and then I’ll do some magic to get those fucking nightmares out of your head?”

He was whispering straight into your ear, his beard tickling your skin. Your breath was errated and your thoughts tangled. Negan’s grinding didn’t help you in creating a full sentence.

“I’m not sure if your ‘magic’ can cure that-…,” was all you managed to say before a rough kiss silenced you completely.

“Don’t fucking underestimate me.”

“Where are we going?” you asked after you passed the gates to the Sanctuary.

“To fucking paradise,” Negan smirked widely, putting on his dark glasses.

On any other occasion you would probably think about how much they suit him, but after what happened last night (and in the better part of the morning), you didn’t feel in the mood. Even though the day was supposed to be as busy as the last one, Negan only gave orders to a few of his men and told you to go to his car, not explaining anything.

He enjoyed being mysterious, but usually you could guess what he was thinking about. This time you had no idea, especially after his promise to ‘take your nightmares away’. After driving for half an hour and small talk from which you still didn’t get anything out of Negan, you started to worry a little. You didn’t want to ask him too insistently because you certainly didn’t want to provoke or annoy him. The wait was even worse when you had no idea what his plan was, though.

He sensed you tensing in the seat beside him. On your way you passed a few walkers, half-rotten and moving so slowly they probably didn’t even notice your car. Negan rode over one or two of them, each time with loud laughter as the bloodstains bathed the window. You tried to crack a smile, but you couldn’t hide how pale you were or the small tremors in your hands.

You almost didn’t believe when he stopped at a small clearing, turning off the car. Even now you could see a walker slowly making its way to you. It was only a matter of time before more of them would come, lured by the sounds of the engine.

“And here we are!” Negan stood up, taking your hand and before you noticed, you were out in the field, with Lucille in your hands.

“What are you doing?” you barely whispered, turning to him with wide eyes. Your heart was beating as fast if it wanted to jump out of your chest and you couldn’t really blame it.

“Me?” he gasped with disbelief. “I’m just taking care of the person I care for the most in this wreck of a fucking world.”

“Negan, I want to go home,” you urged, taking a step towards him, but you stopped.

His darkened eyes pierced you in a completely different way than earlier. There was no sign of a smile on his face, present only seconds ago.

“You’ve got something to do first.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, almost sure of the answer.

He pointed out to something behind you, not moving a bit. He was leaning on the car, blocking the door from you.

You could hear the walker. It was slow, but you couldn’t ignore it forever. Cold sweat ran down your back. It was hard to speak. Something clasped your throat tightly, crushing the words.

“Negan, please…”

Nothing.

He was serious. You could feel it. You were trapped between the two of them and you weren’t sure which one was worse.

No. You knew.

You turned back to the walker, shivering when you noticed how close it had gotten. Lucille was laying heavy in your palms, which were so sweaty you were scared the bat would slip right from your grasp.

The first hit you almost missed, you could see its arms drawing to you, just like it happened all those months ago, back when you were still wandering alone and helpless. You hated those times. The anger woke something up in you.

Your hands didn’t shake when you massacred the walkers’ head, nor they did when you did the same thing to the second one and to the next one. You lost count.

Strong hands pulled you backwards, taking Lucille from you. The blood was sticky and cold.

“You know, I actually like this side of you…”

You got out of Negan’s grasp and slapped him hard. The blood left a mark on his cheek.

“Never do this again,” you said, looking him straight in the eyes. The adrenaline was starting to run down and you got back to your senses. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

The pure shock on Negan’s face fortunately turned to a wide smile. Not caring about your resistance, he grabbed you again, closing in a tight hug.

“I take it back,” he whispered in your ear using a husky voice that sent shivers down your spine. “I prefer you like this. Don’t you ever again forget that you are better than those sloppy bags of meat. They are no real threat. You can stop them, you can kill them, hell, you can push them away with a fucking stick if that’s what you want. Never forget this day. Never forget that there are things out there that you should fear much more.”

“I hate you,” your words were muffled, because your face was hidden in his jacket.

“You love me,” he corrected you with a smirk, patting your back. “Now let’s get back. I got hungry watching you. I never thought you could be so eager…”

You nudged him, but couldn’t stop a smile. For the first time in a long while, you didn’t care about the walkers disappearing under the car.

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[smcc212]

Just a little love- part two

Pairing- Negan x fem! Reader

Word count- 574

Warnings- cheating, little fluff, tiny bit of angst

A/N- soooooo...... I wrote this a long time ago and thought I uploaded it, but apparently not, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!!

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If you want to be tagged in any TWD and/or Peaky blinders fics, let me know!! Xoxox

After what Carol had said, you did what you always did and went to see Negan. You saw Carl on the way, but when he tried to talk to you, you told you had somewhere to be. Unlike Carol however, Carl didn’t look at you in disgust as you made your way to Negan’s cell; Carl looked at you in pity.

You stormed into the outer part of Negan cell and sat down at your side of the bars, your back against the wall. Negan didn’t speak as he sat down beside you, interlocking your fingers together. You sighed, looking into his gorgeous eyes as he gazed back at you.

“They know. Carol saw us kiss yesterday and she’s gonna tell everyone.”

“Baby girl, I’m so fucking sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do?” His voice was sincere and all you wanted in that moment was to hug him, but of course, you couldn’t.

“Yeah, there is, just... be here for me?” You asked.

“Of course. You know, I care about you way more than I should; more than I thought I could after Lucille.” He squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“I care about you the way I should care about Daryl,” You admitted quietly, but Negan definitely heard.

“(Y/N), are you trying to say you love me?”

“No, Negan, I’m trying to say I’m falling in love with you,” you giggled. A large, genuine smile spread across his face. You both leaned against the bars separating you from each other. “I hope you’re good in bed.” The tiniest curl appeared at the sides of your mouth.

“Trust me, baby, I am.” The cocky laugh that came from Negan affected you more than you wanted it to.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too. Negan.” You smiled at him, both of you relishing in the short-lived moment.

“Really, (Y/N)?!” Daryl seethed loudly. “Of all the fuckers in Alexandria, you had to go for him? You remember what he did the Abraham?! To Glenn?! Or does that not matter to you?!” Daryl was fuming, rightly so, but you couldn’t help but feel your anger rise.

“I know what Negan did! I was there when it happened fucks sake! I watched it all happen; I watched as he killed people I loved and took you away from me!” You shouted. “But it’s been years, many years, since that. And, whether people want to accept it or not, that wasn’t the real Negan, he loves me and-“

“He’s fucking using you, (Y/N)!”

“And you’re not?! Did you really expect me to stand by you when you cut me off?! When you stopped talking to me?! Hmm?!” You couldn’t help letting your anger out, it’d been building for too long to hold or make any longer. “You fucking used me, Daryl! Sure, we loved each other once, but that was a long fucking time ago! You don’t give a fuck about me, but you know who does? Negan. He loves me. I’ll be at the town meeting that I’m sure has been called over this, I know people will hate me, but I don’t give a fuck! I want someone that cares about me, that loves me, and that not you Daryl!”

Daryl huffed and stormed out, you held Negan’s hand tightly, this was going be rough meeting, but you’d do it a million times over to be with man you were in love with.

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[anodyne-sunflower]

The Crown weighs heavy (Ch.19)

Pairing: NeganxReader

Rating: M overall

Chapters: 19/?

A/N: I knowwwww it has been years since I have updated this story. Inspiration has just been way lacking for me in the Negan area :( It’s not the longest but since it has been a while I decided to update it with this anyway.

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The sound of voices around you sounded slurred and distant in your muddled state, and all you could do was sink back into the strong arms that carried you off. Your head was pounding, and the wound from being grazed by a bullet was stinging wildly. One day, that’s all you asked, one day to relax and not be in harm’s way. You regretted all those times you ached to be back out here, yet somehow you still weren’t all too willing to go with the saviors. Perhaps it was the day’s events, but you just wanted to be alone. Yet, the comforting warmth of the man carrying you was making you forget everything.

“Sir, do you want-“

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, just look around for the pricks that caused all this goddamn mess.”

The savior nervously nodded at Negan, grabbing his gun and taking a few others with him as he ran off into the thick forest. Negan sighed heavily, cradling your limp body in his arms as he walked to the truck. He ordered Simon and his men to salvage what they could from the supplies riddled across the highway, and he opened the passenger side door to his vehicle. Betraying his usual brash demeanor, he gently placed you on the seat, going so far as buckling you in for safety. You groaned deeply at the pain, eyes screwed shut as you tried to will away your headache.

“Negan…”

The leader of the savior’s glanced at you, scowling at the current situation and mainly your injured state.

“Don’t worry your pretty little self, darlin’. I’ll fucking bash the mother fuckers heads in when we find them.”

The pit of your stomach felt heavy with guilt, and you had to wonder why you’d lie and protect a complete stranger like that. Yet, you were sure if Negan had gotten his hands on Aaron, he’d be a dead man. You simply nodded at him, staying quiet as he closed the door and got back into his seat. He started the truck, waving a hand at Simon as he did a quick U turn and headed straight for the sanctuary.

The movements of the truck made you shift around in your seat, and you fought hard not to give in to your exhausted body. But, you were growing far too tired, and the soft vibrations of the engine were slowly lulling you to sleep. The wheels drove over a pothole, making you fall over, your head softly landing on Negan’s shoulder.

“Hey…” His deep voice fell on deaf ears as you succumbed to the exhaustion you felt. Negan scoffed, gripping the steering wheel tightly as you slept silently next to him, your hair fell over your face, and all he could hear was your soft breathing.

********

“Sweetheart…get the fuck up already.”

You whined softly as someone nudged at your shoulder, and you opened your eyes slowly to see Negan standing next to you outside of the truck. The sound of his men talking behind him made you fully sit up, and you struggled to hold yourself with your arm as you moved to get out of the vehicle. He grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the truck himself when you clearly weren’t able to yourself.

“Come on, Darlin’.”

“Okay…” You grumbled, slightly frustrated with Negan’s persistence. He dragged you along, shouting orders to some of his men along the way. Something wasn’t quite right with him, and he wasn’t even scolding you like you had expected. Sure, you lied about the circumstances of the wreck, and loss of supplies, but you still expected some form of punishment for fucking up even after promising not to.

The doors to the sanctuary opened, and he turned the hallway pulling you up and along the stairs. You tried pulling yourself away from him but his grip was tight.

“Negan, what are you-“

“You’re barely fucking walking on your own, sweetheart. You got fucking blood dripping down your leg, and your face looks like goddamn Lucille got a hold of it. So tell me again how you can fucking do this on your own?”

His tone made you go silent, and you had to wonder if he was actually…but, there couldn’t possibly be anyway he was worried about you. For some reason, the thought of him actually rushing out in the middle of the night to even find you was heartwarming. Had he sat there for hours wondering where you were? Was he adamant that he and his men go find you? You glanced up at him, a soft blush on your face as you continued to analyze this entire situation. Things between you both had been more than confusing lately, and you struggled with trying to define your feelings for the man. He was everything you thought you hated in this world, but now, now there seemed to be somewhat different side to him that you never thought possible.

Negan opened the doors to your bedroom, helping you sit on the couch as he scowled down at you. “You’re developing a habit of disappointing me.”

“It’s not like I flipped the truck on purpose.”

Perhaps you let off a bit more attitude than necessary, but between your illness, and your current injuries you just didn’t have the energy to deal with him being angry. Negan just clicked his tongue at you, resting Lucille on the side of the table as he fished through his jacket pockets. He pulled out an orange bottle, the sound of pills clacking around making you look up at him.

“Antibiotics?...” You opened your mouth, staring in slight shock. “Where did you…”

“Does it fucking matter? You thought you could hide how goddamn shitty you were feeling, sweetheart? You were missing for hours, took a ride to fucking Hilltop, and found out you left, and considering the time of day, you should’ve been back already. Then…” He took a seat on the coffee table, leaning for towards you as he clasped his gloved hands together. “Then I fucking find out you took a different route to get here. Took us 5 hours to find your sorry ass!” With every word his tone grew louder, and you shrank back instinctively into the couch.

“Sorry…”

“You’re fucking sorry?!”

Negan chuckled at that, rubbing his beard as he sighed deeply. “You know you got one hell of a set of balls, sweetheart. Lying to me about the goddamn extent of your illness, taking one of my trucks out there, and then wrecking the holy hell outta it.”

“I already told you-“

“Quiet.”

He threw the bottle of pills into your lap, glaring at you from his seat. That flattered feeling you had before was completely gone by now, and you couldn’t help but be angry with him. Lie or not, it really wasn’t completely your fault. It’s not like you planned to faint, and crash a vehicle full of life saving supplies. What happened to the man who seemed worried not so long ago? Was he only concerned for the items he lost? You gripped the bottle in your hands, biting your lip and looking down at your lap as he continued to scold you like a child.

“You’re not leaving this fucking room. You wanna throw more of your fine ass speeches about trust to me, be my fucking guest, Darlin’. But, you bet your sweet ass you’re not getting out of here.”

He rose from his spot on the table, scoffing down at you as he started to walk away. You never looked back at him, but you still spoke your mind even though your instincts told you not to.

“Just when I started to like you, you go and be a dick like you always are.”

It came out rather scathing, but you didn’t care. It was the truth after all. Every time you thought there was another side to him, he changes that completely.

Negan stopped dead in his tracks, his boots scraping against the floor of your bedroom. He laughed a bit at your nerve, but you could tell he was going through a frustration of his own. “You really love to piss me off, don’t you?”

You groaned as you got off the couch, holding your side as you limped over to Lucille that had still been resting against the table. It was so unlike him to ever leave his precious bat behind, but that only furthered your theory that something was off with him. You grabbed Lucille by her end, struggling to life the heavy bat in your current state.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

You lifted his bat towards him, frowning at him as he turned to glare at you. Negan slowly stalked towards you, dark eyes never leaving your defiant gaze. He reached a gloved hand out, grabbing Lucille from your weak grip. You just squinted your eyes up at him, not wanting to back down from the man who constantly gave you headaches. You moved to turn, heading back to the couch to rest but a strong grasp on your arm stopped you. Negan turned you quickly towards him, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist as he leaned down and captured your lips in a hard kiss.

Your eyes widened, and it was as if your heart had suddenly stopped beating. Your mind couldn’t even began to comprehend what he was doing, and your hands were raised up, barely brushing the leather of his jacket. His lips were warm against your own, and if it wasn’t for the confusion and anger you felt, you might’ve actually melted into the kiss, instead you stood motionless not responding at all to his touch. When your senses came back to you, you pushed him off and took a step back staring at Negan in complete disbelief.

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My Little Runaway pt. 1

(Summary: you and negan use to make a great team untill he turned into the big bad wolf. You left the sanctuary hoping to start over and find a better life untill you stumble back into negan once finding a new home at Alexandria)

Warning: violence, mentions of sex, emotional,teasing,trigger warning

Characters: neganxyou, rick, Daryl, carol,Dwight,carl

(Sorry for how short this first chapter is this is my first one)

*FlashBack*

"You have lost all of your chances!!" Negan yelled in his hearty voice echoing off of the brick walls of the sanctuary.

Negan was standing in the middle of everyone with his head held high and a nasty grin on his face showing off his pearly white teeth. He has lost his mind since the apocalypse had started...losing his wife and now the world is ran by flesh eaters...do i blame him? Of course not, but he has turned into someone i know he doesnt want to be...someone dirty....someone scary.

" (y/n)...why dont you be a doll and hand me the iron.." He turned towards me grinning

He knew i didnt like this he could see the sadness in my face...the guilt...but he didnt care. All he cared about was himself....he loved the power everyone dropped at his feet. Negan was the best.

"But-

"DO NOT!....now you're going to listen to me.." he started walking towards you taking heavy steps"...and you are going to do what i say when I SAY...you belong to nobody but ME....now.. Hand me the iron." he flashed you a smile waiting for you to react.

You bit the inside of your cheecks and slid on the glove to protect your hand from the heat you slowly lifted the iron out of the fire and handed it over to negan. He took it from you and with a swift turn he collided the iron with the mans face bloody screams filled the air almost unbearable the smell of burning flesh and hair...not sure how much longer of this you could take you ran off quietly unnoticed quickly packing a bag and exiting from the sanctuary...this wasnt who you are or who you are meant to be you had tears swelling up in your eyes...with one last look you ran off into the woods.

*end of flashback*

Its been a long time since you've left the sanctuary...you havent seen negans face in what felt like forever. You have found a new home now. Alexandria...rick took you in he is the leader of the group he gave you a home clean clothes, food, and a place to wash up. Things were great at Alexandria everybody got along we helped eachother with gardening and going on runs for supplies and you watched Judith ricks daughter in the free time.

"You are the cutest! Yes you are!" Bouncing Judith on your knee making cute little faces at her.

You, Judith and carl were sitting outside on the porch when you heard a commotion going on over by the gates. You handed Judith off to carl and started to walk over to check it out.

".....no..." You whispered to yourself you could feel your knees getting weak and your breath was caught in your throat. It was him.....how is this possible..how could he find you. You started to turn back around when you heard him speak. His deep...raspy voice....negan.

"Wellll..looky at what we got here" negan pushed past rick making his way up to you"....my...little...runaway" he had a grin on his face and his bat tightly gripped in his hand

"W-what do you want from me.."you managed to get words out of your mouth but it was difficult

"Negan!..leave her alone" rick shouted

"Rick dont be rude!..we are having a conversation" he swung back around towards you on the balls of his feet letting out and deep chuckle.

"...why did you run away...hmm" he stepped in closer to you only inches away from your face

"Fuck you!"spit from your mouth landed on his lip Your mouth was quivering and your hands we balled into fists

"Mmm.." He licked your spit off his lips" we have time for that....BUT youre lucky i have business to take care of...dwighty boy!" Negan turned his head looking at Dwight motioning him to come over.

"Why dont you take this fine gal back to the truck.." Negan chuckled and moved out of the way for Dwight

"No!"

"No!"

You and rick both said in unison. dwight now had a tight grip on your arm looking at negan for approval on what to do next. Negans face was starting to fill with rage he flexed his jaw and drug his hand down his face.

"Now now...do you want a repeat of last time Ricky boy" swining his bat around "dont make me choose again between all of these fine people!".

"It doesnt have to be like this..now just let her go we can work something out" rick said raising his hand up at him in a calming motion

"She is mine fair and square...ya see..me and (y/n) here we use to be a GREAT TEAM" sliding his tongue out across his bottom lip

"She was one of my top guys....well a woman"negan chuckles to himself picking his bat up over his shoulder while pacing back and forth amongst ricks group

"Enny.."

"....Minny"

"Miny"

Taking his bat pointing it out at each of them and finally landing on carl.

"Moe......" Negan pokes his bat into carls chest

"On your knees kid...i promise this will be quick" with one slow rise up in the air with his bat negan tightens his grip to get ready to swing

"Lucille....give me strength..." Negan whispers to himself

"Noooo! Stop!" You screamed before the bat could collide with carls head "ill go! Take me negan!" You were panting out of breath in fear for carl

"Load her up Dwight" negan was mad and fed up he did not hesitate

Tears started to stream down my face as Dwight drug me by my arm to the truck. ricks face was full of defeat and worry knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop all of this without getting his people killed so he had no other choice but to let me go. Negan said nothing and followed behind me and Dwight i was thrown into the truck all i could see was rick and carl standing by the gate watching me leave.

"Its nice to have you back babydoll"

[smcc212]

Twelve Days of Ficmas- Day two

Warnings- p in v, unprotected, daddy kink, creampie etc...

Prompts- lighting a fire/daddy kink

Word count- 553

A/N- Hello again, horny bastards! So I know I’m the rules it says if the story contains more than five hundred words I need a read more function, unfortunately my laptop broke so I have to use my phone and you can’t put a keep reading function on using mobile(or at least I don’t know how to hahahah), so yeah... sorry... Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!! Merry motherfucking Christmas!!

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You and Negan were roaming around, trying to find your way back to Alexandria when night fell. The two of you cleared out an old, abandoned cabin Negan found, it was cold and dark but it was safe.

“We really should get a fire going,” Negan suggested as he turned on his flashlight.

“Yeah, good idea, I’ll go get some wood,” You said before heading out to gather the wood. Negan followed behind you. The two of you wondered through the forest looking for somewhat dry wood. “You know, this isn’t how I imagined spending Christmas,” You mumbled.

“Yeah? How did you imagine it? With all your friends while your boyfriend rots in his cold dark cell?” Negan asked.

“No, I imagined I’d be sneaking down to your cell and spending Christmas with you, and hopefully, I would’ve managed to steal the keys to your cell,” You explained, picking up some more wood.

“Oh... okay, that does sound a bit better than this... Oh shit!” Negan shouted, you turned round and saw he was being attacked by a walker. You drop the wood, grab your knife out of its holster and ran to safe him. “Thanks,” Negan mumbled.

“No problem, I think that’s-“ You pointed at the wood on the ground. “-enough, we should head back to the cabin.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

*

You sat on the old couch watching as Negan tried to light the fire. He tried over and over again until finally it lit.

“Thank fuck,” Negan huffed out, making his way towards you, pulling you into his strong arms. “I know how much you love Christmas and I’m sorry I couldn’t make it any better for you, baby,” Negan mumbled, looking at his feet.

“I think this is perfect, daddy.” That one word that you and Negan knew meant you wanted to fuck. A wolffish grin appears on his face.

“Well, daddy thinks he can make it better,” He drawled, carefully pushing you on your back. His hands roam your body before the two of you race to undress. The second your clothes are off, Negan’s lips are all over you.

“Daddy, stop teasing me, please?” You begged, Negan smirked, lining himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushed his way inside of you. The pain of his cock stretching you open was almost unbearable, but he’d dealt with this before. He reached down and rubbed your clit with his rough thumb.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, you’ll get used to daddy’s size in no time.”

“I hope so, daddy,” You moaned as pleasure began to ravage your body, your hips meeting his as grumbles of pleasure fell from his mouth. You could feel the tightening in your stomach; it was getting tighter and tighter as Negan pace spend up, as did his thumb. Your coil was about the break and so was his. “Fuck, daddy!” You cried, finally coming undone. Negan followed shortly after you.

“Fucking hell, baby girl! Daddy’s all tired out after that,” He breathed out, falling back before opening his arms out, inviting you to cuddle into him. Someone you found the strength to cuddle towards him. He wrapped his arm around you as you played with his chest hair.

“Merry Christmas, daddy,” You mewled, enjoying the aftermath of your orgasm.

“Merry fucking Christmas, baby girl.”

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Run aways

Warnings- fluff, lying, I’m sure you could guess running away, jail break, smut- p in v, unprotected etc etc

Word count- 1,721

A/N- Soooooo I wrote this while I was at school and I’m not entirely sure it makes sense, but I hope it does. Also, it changes from third person to second half way through it but I hope you enjoy it! Love you dickheads a lot!! Xoxo P.S I had to upload this from my phone as my laptop is broke so I can’t put in a read more option, sorry! Xoxox

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As Negan picked tomatoes his focus was drawn towards her. (Y/N). She always visited him in his cell, and now he was out, she would go and speak to him as he worked. Negan watched as she made her way towards him, her (Y/H/C) hair blew in the wind. He was mesmerised by her; she was gorgeous.

“Hey, Ne, how’s the work going?” (Y/N) chirped, making Negan smile.

“Hey-“ Negan’s guard shouted. -“you’re supposed to keep your distance from him.”

“I never have before, why should I start now?” She retorted. Negan chuckled.

“Fine,” The guard grunted.

“The works alright, (Y/N). How have you been?” Negan asked, a huge smirk on his face.

“With everything going on with The Whisperers, not great. Alpha is fucking crazy. It’s hard the believe Lydia is her kid,” She remarked, looking over to Lydia. “She’s such a sweet kid, I can’t believe how horrible her mother was to her.”

“I know Alpha’s a nut case and she raised Lydia, but what else did she do to her?” Negan’s eyes were filed with worry.

“I mean, I don’t know what it was like for her growing up, but when Alpha got her from Hilltop she smacked Lydia for calling her mama instead of Alpha,” (Y/N) sighed out, watching as Negan’s eyes filled with anger at the thought of someone hurting Lydia. Negan has become something of a father figure to Lydia and he cared about her so much, (Y/N) could tell he wanted to kill Alpha of the back of that alone.

“That degenerate piece of shit,” Negan seethed. “Hitting her own child, any child is bad enough, but hitting your own. That bitch’ll get what’s coming to her,” Negan ranted, his chest was heaving with anger.

“Yeah, she will. But for now, Negan you need to calm down. Don’t give anyone her reason to gossip. Now come on, I’m supposed to take you back to your cell.”

*

Negan sat down on his bed and looked up at you. “Aren’t you going to lock the door?” He mumbled.

“Are you going to leave if I don’t?”

“No.”

“Then no. I’ll come see you later, okay?”

“Yeah, alright. See ya.”

“Bye,” She said back before leave Negan alone and confused. Why would she leave my cell open? Negan thought, staring at the open door. Is there a reason? Do I leave? He had never been more perplexed.

*

Later that night, Negan was still laying in his bed, staring at his door. He wasn’t planning on leaving until he heard some crying in what sounded like terror. It sounded like Lydia. Without a second thought Negan rushed out of his cell to help Lydia, or who ever it was.

When he got there, he saw two adults and a kid beating on Lydia, and it didn’t look like they were planning on stopping anytime soon. He grabbed the the adult woman and pushed he behind him, away from Lydia, he then got the other two off of her and bent down to comfort her.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed, stroking her hair. Lydia was holding onto his leg for dear life, tears streaming down her face.

“Holy shit, Margo!” The man panicked, making Negan turn around. He looked at her and realised she was dead.

“Shit,” He breathed out as everyone appeared around them. They put Negan in cuffs and Daryl ran to Lydia. She begged them not to but they took Negan away and locked him in his cell.

(Y/N) had just gotten back to Alexandria. She hoped her decision to leave Negan’s cell open didn’t back fire, but when she over heard Margo talking about attacking Lydia she had to do something, and since she wasn’t going to be there, she left it for Negan to deal with. She saw Daryl taking Lydia to the infirmary and rushed after them.

“What happened?” She panicked. Did Negan not hear her?”

“A few assholes tried to kill her,” Daryl grumbled.

“(Y/N)! Tell Negan I said thank you!” Lydia cried out as the doctor come out the get her.

“What did Negan do?” (Y/N) asked, furrowing her brows.

“He saved my life, I’d be dead without him!” She shouted as she was rushed into the infirmary. “Tell him, please!”

“I will, Lydia!” (Y/N) shouted back before making her way to Negan’s cell.

*

The door creaked opened as (Y/N) stepped into Negan’s cell.

“Did you know that was going to happen?” Negan mumbled, his arm resting on his forehead as he stared at the ceiling.

“I didn’t know it was happening, I heard Margo talk about attacking Lydia, but I didn’t know where and when, or even if she was really going to do it. That’s why I left your cell open. I knew I wasn’t going to be here but you were, I knew you’d help her.” (Y/N) smiled. Negan turned to look at her.

“I wouldn’t smile if I was you,” He sighed.

“Why not?” She asked, the smile quickly falling from her face.

“I didn’t mean to, but I kill Margo. I was trying to get her off Lydia and her head bashed against the wall.” Negan looked into your eyes. “They’re gonna kill me, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“That’s not true.”

“What?”

“Is there anything in her you really want?”

“No, it’s a prison cell...”

“Good, be awake early in the morning, you’re not dying, not on my watch,” (Y/N) chirped, walking out. Just before she left, she looked at Negan. “Oh, by the way, Lydia send to tell you how thankful she is... she’s extremely thankful.”

“Tell her it was no problem.”

“I will.”

*(changes to second person)

After telling Lydia what Negan said, you went home to get ready to break Negan out. You packed some clothes, food, water and weapons. You unlocked the drawer you kept Negan’s old belongings in. You promised Michonne you’d make sure Negan would never get his hands on Lucille again, but now you were gonna break that promise. You packed Lucille and Negan’s leather jacket away before heading to his cell with your spare keys.

Negan watched with wide eyes as you unlocked his cell.

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t do this, if anyone figures out you broke me out of here, they’ll hunt as well,” Negan explained carefully, making sure you understood the risks.

“I know, we’ll just have to make sure they don’t catch us,” you mumbled, gesturing for him to follow you. “I know where all the guards are, it’s my job to, so... I know how to avoid them. Come on, sat down and say close, okay?”

“Okay,” Negan murmured, still unsure about this.

You and Negan walked in the woods for hours until you finally found somewhere to stay. Negan started to walk towards the large, abandoned building but you grabbed his arm.

“What?” He asked looking around, thinking an Alexandrian was there.

“I’ve got a couple of presents for you,” You said kneeling down to get them out of your backpack.

“Well I feel horrible, I didn’t get you anything,” He joked, making you smirk.

“Close your eyes.” He did. You placed his jacket in his hands and grabbed Lucille. “Open,” You chirped. Negan’s face was unreadable. “Don’t worry, Negan, wearing the jacket and carrying Lucille didn’t make you bad, having them again won’t make you bad again,” You said seeing the hesitation on his face. “Plus, you looked ridiculously hot with them,” You added with a wink.

“Alright,” Negan mumbled, his signature smirk growing on his face. He put the jacket on and took Lucille from your hands. “Right, ready now?”

“Yep.”

*

After the two of you cleared the place out, you sat down on the small, grey couch that was in the middle of the room.

“I’m shattered,” You breathed out.

“Me too, there were more walkers than I expected in here.” Negan stretched his arm along the back off the couch, his hand gently rest on your shoulder. “Do you want me to move?” Negan asked as he realised his hand was on your shoulder. He was scared of making you uncomfortable.

“No, I’m good with it,” You said, moving a little closer to him. About a minute later, you were cuddled into Negan’s chest, his arm wrapped tightly around you.

“Thanks for this, baby girl,” Negan mumbled, sincerely.

“For breaking you out or for giving you the rock hard boner that’s pressing against me right now?” You jokingly asked. Negan chuckled.

“Can’t it be both?” The two of you laughed. “But seriously, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Negan.”

“Also, why would I thank you for giving me a boner and not helping me deal with it?”

“Maybe... since ask nicely I’ll help you with it,” You mumbled, feigning innocent. A huge smirk grew on Negan’s face. You sat back up, reached towards his belt and unbuckled it. You took your time taking it off and Negan got sick of waiting, he pushed you onto your and ripped your clothes off before quickly removing his own.

“Sorry, baby girl, but you were taking way too long for daddy’s liking,” Negan drawled, rubbing your clit with the callous pad of his thumb.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” You mumbled back, watching the smirk on his face grow. He lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside, giving you time to adjust to his size. As soon as you had adjusted, he began to thrust in and out of you quickly, his hands roaming all over your body. It was clear he’d been dying to fuck after all that time he’d been locked up.

“Jesus fuck, baby girl, you’re so fucking tight,” Negan praised as your orgasm approached; closer and closer with every passing second.

“Daddy, I-I’m gonna cum,” You cried, your walls fluttered around him.

“Okay, baby, cum for daddy,” Negan encouraged, his words sending you over the top. Your body shook, your eyes rolled back into your skull, until finally you came. Screams escaping your mouth. It wasn’t long before Negan came, explosively painting your walls white. He collapsed beside you, swiftly pulling you into his side. Negan planted a kiss on your head before the two of you drifted of to sleep. You could wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

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True Loves First Fuck

Warnings- smut, p in v, unprotected ect ect...

Word count- 576

A/N- I’ve not uploaded in far too long!! I’m so sorry, I’ve been really fucking ill and I’ve just gone back to school. I hate school and don’t give a fuck about it, it’s made me so fucking unmotivated. Buuuuuuuttttt!!! I’m drunk now so here’s some writing, I hope this makes sense! If not, I’m sorry. I love you horny bastards!!!! You make me way too happy! Anyway, enjoy!!!

You walked into Negan’s cell, he sat down on his bed. Your eyes met for a second before they were roaming all over each other. Negan patted the spot next to him, inviting you to sit down. You smirked and sat down next to him.

“What brings you down here, sweetheart?” Negan asked, placing his large, callous hand on your trembling thigh.

“I w-wanted to see y-you,” You stuttered, mentally kicking yourself for being such an idiot.

“You don’t need to be scared, baby girl, I won’t hurt you,” Negan mumbled, looking into your eyes.

“I-I know, that’s not wh-why I’m nervous,” You stammered.

“Then why are you?” Negan asked completely perplexed.

“I...um.... I like you... a little too much,” You mumbled, avoiding eye contact with him. Negan chuckled and your heart dropped to your stomach, you really thought you had a chance with him, but he just laughed. “I’ll just leave,” You sighed, getting ready to stand up.

“Hold on a minute, you ain’t going nowhere,” He drawled. “You can’t saw that then just up and leave, I was hoping to get a little action and maybe more will come, who know?” He smirked at you. You felt heat rush into your cheeks.

“Seriously?” You said in your most seductive voice, bashing your eyelashes at him.

“Fuck yeah! I’ve been here for so long, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten what sex is like and I haven’t forgotten how to do it well.” He winked, his hand moving up your thigh. You grabbed his hand pushed it off of you.

“Good.” You climbed on top of him, your lips clashing against his; your tongues dancing together. You pushed you onto your bed on the bed. He ripped your top off, reached behind you and unhooked your bra. He kissed down your neck and collar before taking your nipple in his mouth. His tongue caressed perfectly, a wave of heat traveled straight to your core. “Just get inside me,” You whimpered and Negan listened. He took of his pants and boxers, throwing them on the floor with your ripped t-shirt. At the same time, you took of your jeans and panties, throwing them on the floor as well.

“You are so fucking wet and we just began,” Negan mocked, a chuckle escaping him as he lined himself up with your begging entrance. You moaned as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A thick growl fell from Negan’s mouth as he began to carefully thrust. “Ima speed up know, okay?” He asked before kissing your head.

“Yeah,” you murmured, but he heard you and began to work faster and faster. Eventually, his thrusts were so hard and fast you couldn’t caught your breath, and you loved it. This is what you thought he’d be like. His fingers began to furiously rub your clit; the coil in your stomach was tightening. You arched you back and threw your head back, cries of pleasure flowing out of you. You could tell Negan was close from the groans slipping out of his mouth. You screamed as your orgasm over took you; your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your legs shook. “Fuck!” You shouted as Negan’s cum filled you up; painting your walls.

Negan pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “Maybe, I like you a little too much too, baby girl,” He mumbled.

“I fucking hope so,” You giggled, cuddling into him.

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[smcc212]

Twelve Days Of Ficmas- day one

Prompts- drunk on Brady/On the naughty List

Warnings- jealous!Negan, punishment, edging, sex toys, daddy kink(lil bit), p in v, unprotected sex

A/N- Really hope you guys enjoy this fic, I’ve been off my game for a while so I hope this is challenge is the start of me getting back on it. I chose to use the second prompt because I had no idea what to write for the first one. Merry Christmas, dickheads. Love you xoxo

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You patted Simon’s shoulder as you laughed at his horrific joke.

“That was a shit joke, Si,” You laughed, looking at him.

“You’re the one that’s laughing at my shit joke.” He chuckled. “Oh fuck.”

“What?” You asked, still laughing.

“Negan’s saw us.”

“So?” You asked, raising your brow.

“He’s jealous of us hanging out together.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Negan drawled, wrapping his arm around you as he stared at Simon.

“Nothing you need to worry about, boss,” Simon said before leaving you two alone.

*

Negan lead you back to his room, rage seeping out his pours. He gentle pushed you into the room, slamming the door behind him.

“What the fuck is going on between you two?” He shouted.

“First of all, stop shouting. Second, nothing is going on between me and Si, he’s my best friend and nothing more.”

“And the flirting?”

“It’s harmless, just some banter.”

“It’s gonna stop, and you need to be taught a lesson,” Negan drawled, his signature smirk growing across his face. “Get on the bed.”

“Yes, daddy,” You mumbled, excitement filling your body as you obeyed his orders.

“Clothes off,” He demanded. You did as you were told. “Lie on your back.” He took off his belt, tying your arms to the bed. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a vibrator. He turned it on at held it against your clit, the vibrations ran through you. The coil in your tightened and tightened, but before it could snap Negan pulled away the vibrator. You cried out as your orgasm was painfully striped away from you.

Negan repeated the cruel process over and over again until tears streamed down your face.

“You learned your lesson yet?” Negan asked.

“Y-yes, daddy... I wo-won’t flirt with Si again,” You stuttered.

“And stop calling him ‘Si’.”

“Yeah, okay, okay,” You murmured.

“Good,” Negan said positioning himself on top of you, lining his cock up with your entrance. He plunged himself inside of you, thrusting in and out of you. Your walls clench around him as he speeds up inside of you, his tip rubbing against your g-spot. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten like it had so many times before, but this time... it finally snapped. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, your legs shook until you finally came down from your high. Seconds later you felt Negan explode inside of you.

*

After Negan untied your arms, the two of you cuddled up together.

“I’m sorry I was so hard on you, baby. You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know, Ne. I love you too,” You yawned, cuddling into his chest.

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Negan’s Luck

Warnings- Smut- bondage, deepthroat, facefuck, punishment, daddy kink, facial

Word count- 408

A/N- I wrote so fucking many random smutty things but I’ve not typed them up if you want me to let me know. If you want to be tagged in my future writing just let me know.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! xoxo

Negan couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find a girl that was down with all his kinks, especially in the apocalypse. She loved to play games with him, pissing him off just so he would ‘punish’ her.

Earlier that day, Negan saw her flirting with Simon. He knew nothing would happen, she’d never do that to him, she just wanted to bait him. And now was the time to punish her. He tied her hands behind her back, she had a collar on and he had the leash that was attached.

“I saw you flirting with Simon today, what a bad girl you’ve been,” Negan drawled, circling around her. He walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the blindfold. He placed it over her eyes, tying it tightly behind her head.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” She mumbled.

Liar.

He picked up the leash, undid his belt and jeans then pulled out his semi-hard cock. He dragged his fist along it. “Open,” He demanded, using the leash to pull her closer. She obeyed, opening her mouth as wide as she could before he thrust into her throat. He used the leash to force her to bob her head up and down, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her exposed tits. He made her deepthroat him and he held her there as she tried to cough up the saliva that covered his long and thick cock. He released her and gave her three seconds to catch her breath before he shoved himself back in her mouth. She squirmed, he was such a bastard, he knew how much this turned her on and that’s why he tied her hands back.

 He could feel his orgasm approaching. He fucked her mouth until he was about to come and then he ripped the blindfold off of her and jacked himself off all over her face. She licked the come that landed on her chin up, smiling up at Negan.

“Thank you, daddy,” She mewled, her voice croaky from the abuse Negan had just put her throat through.

“Has my naughty little girl learned her lesson?” Negan asked as he untied her hands.

“Yes, daddy. I won’t flirt with daddy’s right-hand man again,” She mumbled.

“Very good.” He watched to disappointment wash over her when he put his cock away. “Sit on the bed, let daddy make you feel good.” He smirked.

“Thank you, daddy!” She exclaimed, excitedly getting on the bed.

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Who you really are

Warnings- Dom sub, fingering, p in v, lil teasing, all the good stuff... (I can’t remember what I wrote Hahahahah)

Word count- 322

A/N- Today guys I’m a little bit drunk and a little bit tired, so to help me sleep I tried to finish an old WIP of mine. Here’s hoping I didn’t fuck it! Hahaha anyways, enjoy!! Xoxo

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Negan’s lust blown eyes stared down at you to as he dragged the tip of his finger from your entrance to your clit. His thumb rubbed slowly against your clit, making you buck your hips back for some more friction. He laughed, his slightly sadistic nature shining through. He ghosted your entrance, making you let out a frustrated groaned.

He continued circling your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Negan drove you fucking crazy, you didn’t care what he wanted, you give him it.

“Are you getting angry, baby girl?” He questioned, a laugh falling from his mouth. Around his other wives he acted loving and sweet, but around you he was himself; a sadistic, dominant, man. That wanted you to submit to him.

How could you say no?!

He kept torturing you until he gave in to your desired, his long, thick index finger plunging inside of you. Your wall pulsated and the opportunity. God what you won’t give to have his cock deep inside of you , pumping in and out , just like his fingers were.

After about fifteen minutes, he finally lined himself up with your aching entrance. You thought he’d be slow and gentle, but no. He plunged himself inside of you. You screamed out in pain, but it slowly began to become pleasure.

His hips moved in and out. You were his own, personal sex toy. Your hips clashed with his as you tried to match his pace. You threw your head back, moans filling the room as he fucked you deeper, harder. Your legs began to shake; your vision went blurry as your orgasms overwhelmed you. Negan soon followed, realising his thick, white seed into your walls. He grumbled before falling on the bed next to you, pulling you into his side. He gentle stroked your hair, planting kissing on your head. He made sure you were okay before the two of you fell into sleeps grasp.

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Reunited

Warnings- fluff, smut- p in v, unprotected

Word count- 644

A/N- I was borded in school today so I wrote this. Also, this isn’t spell checked. Hope you enjoy! Xoxo

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Negan stared at his open cell door. Gabriel was too busy thing about Rosita to remember to lock the cell. As Negan thought about leaving Alexandria and not looking back he heard a familiar voice, a voice he hadn’t heard since before he came across the sanctuary.

“Why is there a jail?” Her soft voice filled his ears. If she didn’t know there was a prison she must be new here.

“That’s for that Negan guy I told you about,” A man’s voice grumbled.

“Well, thanks for the tour but I think I’m just going to look around by myself for bit,” She mumbled.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything, and stay away from Negan,” The Man replied. Negan looked at the floor, he thought he was going to get to see the only girl he’s ever really cared about after Lucille. He heard footsteps approaching but he didn’t look up. It would probably Michonne or someone like her.

“Hey, stranger. Long time no see,” (Y/N) mumbled to Negan. She thought he was dead. It broke her when she thought Negan died, she’d just fallen for him but she never tried anything since he’d just lost his. Negan’s eyes meet yours. Shock and happiness dancing together within his deep hazel eyes.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” He breathed out, unable to fully realise she was alive and in front of him.

“In Alexandria? Judith found me and brought me here. Then I found out you were here and I had to come and see. Negan, I thought you dead,” She mumbled as tears began to sting the brims of her eyes. Negan stood up and walked over to her opening his cell door. He wrapped his strong around around her, pulling her into his warm embrace. “H-how are you-“

“Gabriel accidentally forgot to lock my cell door,” Negan interjected, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Do you want to sit?” He asked motioning to the bed.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) whispered, her voice barely audible. Negan sat down next the her, wrapping his arms around her.

“I thought you were dead, baby girl. I never would’ve left if I thought you were still alive,” He explained, gently rubbing her back. “But we’re here now-“ He said, carefully pushing her back a little bit. “-And now I can finally tell you how much you mean to me.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I... love you, (Y/N). I never thought I could love someone after Lucille, but when I thought you were gonna I realised just how much you mean to me.” (Y/N) starting to cry, her emotions overwhelming her.

“I love you too, Negan,” She confessed before his lips crashed against hers. He pushed her back against the bed, his lips kissed her neck as he undid her jeans. She loosened off his pants pushing them down along with his boxers. Negan ripped down her jeans and panties them lined himself up with her opening. He pushed his fat cock into her tight walls. Moans and groans fell from both their mouths as Negan drove himself forward. His swollen tip rubbed against her G-spot as his hand reached around and rubbed at her clit. Moans filled the room before the coil in her stomach snapped, send a wave of pleasure rushing through her. She screamed in ecstasy, but Negan covered her mouth.

“Can’t have the whole of Alexandria hearing you,” He joked in-between breaths. His thrusts sped up until his thick seed spilled into you, painting your walls white. He collapsed beside you and you huddled into his chest. “You’re going to have to leave early tomorrow and make sure no one sees you,” Negan mumbled, planted a kiss on the top of her head.

“I know,” She murmured sleepily.

Neither of them knew Daryl had seen the whole thing.

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I must be dreaming

Warnings- straight up porn. P in v all that....

Word count- 240

A/N- I’m drunk, and I know this is very short. I’m sorry my lovely followers, I’ll make it up to you(message me tomorrow to remind me please?!) Anyway, I love you so fucking much xoxo

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Negan pushed you against the wall, his hands ripping your clothes off as you did the same to him. Your lips met his in a passion kiss, your tongue dancing with his in an erotic tango. Once you were both naked, Negan’s lips were all over you; he wanted to take things so slow, but you didn’t.

“Just get on with it, tiger,” You drawled. He looked into your lust filled eyes.

“Yes, ma’m,” He chuckled, pushing you into the bed. He climbed on top of you, lined himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside of you. You moaned out, your back arching. His thrusts sped up as his hand reached your clit and began furiously rubbing it. Your breath got caught in your throat and he kept going. Your chest heaved; your legs shook. You couldn’t believe how amazing Negan was in bed. You screamed in ecstasy, Negan’s hand covering your mouth.

“I just got out, baby girl, I don’t wanna go back,” He joked. He come splattered the inside of you walls. You lay there like a used up sex toy as Negan got dressed and left. Just before you shut the door he turned to you. “If I ever run into you, you best believe that’s happening again,” He laughed walking out and leaving your live forever. You lay there until sleep grabbed a hold of you and you dreamt of fucking him again.

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Forbidden Lovers

Negan x reader(female)

Warnings- Fluff, smut, fingering, oral, P in V, 

Word Count- 1,036

A/N- I’m thinking about making this a series, but I don’t know. It could be fun to have parts that are pure fluff and even more fun pure smut! Anyway, I’ll think about it. Enjoy, dickheads! JK, love you lot.

You and Negan had been secretly dating for years since he had been locked up in Alexandria. But now that the whisperers were starting a new war, Michonne has asked Negan to help out. Negan had made a deal with her, he’d help out in whatever way she wanted him to, but in exchange, he would get out and live amongst the Alexandrians. She agreed and was now holding a meeting. The council sat in front of the church and a group of Alexandrians sat in the pews, you were one of them. Michonne stood up.

“I know everyone isn’t happy about Negan getting out, but we need all the help we can get to beat the whisperers,” Michonne said. “The council has decided that for Negan to, he will need to stay with someone. Is there anyone that would be willing to allow Negan to stay with them? There will be guards outside so if he tries anything you will be safe.” You knew everyone would judge you but you stood up, took a deep breath.

“He can stay with me,” You said firmly. You looked at Negan, he smiled at you and you smiled back.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” Michonne asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay then. Negan it’s your lucky day. Gabriel, take off his cuffs and take him and (Y/N) to her house,” Michonne instructed and Gabriel did as he was asked. 

*

You unlocked the door and turned to Gabriel.

“Thanks. but you can go now, we’ll be fine,” You mumbled to the priest. You and Negan had been dating for years, which meant neither of you had had sex for years and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you instead of your fingers and a sex toy.

“Are you sure?” Gabriel asked a little perplexed.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” You said a little too quick. “Thank you.”

“Oh, okay. A guard will be over soon, bye,” Gabriel mumbled. As soon as Gabriel turned his back, Negan grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. As soon as the door was shut his lips were on yours. He worked his way down your neck and collarbone as he unbuttoned your shirt. He unhooked your bra and sucked your hardening buds. You moaned loudly, it had been so long, too long since someone had touched you like that. He worked his way down your torso, leaving wet, open-mouthed kiss all the way down to the waistband of your jeans. He fumbled with the buttons until he could finally pull them and your panties down. You stepped out of them and within a second his tongue was swirling around and flicking your clit. An animalistic sound escaping your lips as you throw your head back against the door. You hoped no one saw you two going at it, but to be honest, you didn’t really care. You had been in love with Negan for so long and feeling him show you that with his tongue was more important than what everyone else thought. He penetrated you with his tongue and you cursed as quietly as you could, which turned out to be not so quiet.

“God, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. You taste so fucking good,” Negan exclaimed replacing his tongue with his fingers. His long, thick, callous fingers. 

You shouted, “Fuck!”  so loudly you were sure the full of your neighbourhood could hear you. Negan fucked you hard with his fingers, his tongue rapidly swirling around your clit. Your knees buckled and you struggled to stand up. Negan’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. But then he stopped. You cried at the loss of him. He ripped his jeans and boxers down, revealing his long and thick cock. He pushed it slowly inside of you, stretching you out. You threw your head back against the door, strange noises spilling from your mouth as he drilled himself into you. “N- Ne- Negan! I can’t stand, even with you holding me up,” You shouted, your knees shaking. 

“Okay,” Negan sighed, he lifts you up and carries you to your sofa. Your back hits the cushions and instantly he’s back inside you. Pumping in and out, it’s clear he’s been wanted this as much as you.

“Ne-Negan, d-don’t come inside of me. I want to taste you,” You stuttered, but God it was hard to speak when the love of your life was fucking you closer to your orgasm.

“Okay, I’ll stop before I-I cum,” Negan mumbled trying hard to make sure he didn’t cum. You screamed, grinding against him as waves and waves of pleasure washed over you. He pulled out but carried you through your orgasm with his fingers. You dropped to your knees, taking him in your mouth. You licked up and down his shaft, torturing him with your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his swollen tip, tasting his salty precome.

“mmm... baby you taste fucking delicious, I think I could live on your dick for the rest of my life,” You murmured, licking his dick down to his balls, sucking them. You heard him swear as you wrapped your mouth around his cockhead. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking and swirling your tongue around the whole time. You used your hands to squeeze his balls. You could feel him approaching his climax so you quickened your speed. You kept going until he unloaded in the back of your throat. He painted your throat with his milky and thick seed. He fell on the sofa next to you. 

“Well, that’s one hell of a home welcoming present,” Negan laughed putting his arm behind your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. 

“Yeah, well, it was my pleasure,” You giggled wrapping your arms around him. He grabbed the blanket you had laid on the back of the sofa and draped it over the two of you.

“I love you so much, Negan,” You said. 

“I love you too, baby, more than you’ll ever know,” He yawned, falling asleep with you in his arms. You smiled happily as you fell into a soothing sleep.

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Negan Masterlist

Btw, all my fics are Negan x female reader

Negan drabble-

Negan x reader(Female)-

Negan x suicidal! reader-

Negan x PTSD reader-

Why the fuck do I need a title?-

Scandalous-

The wolf at the door-

Damaged Goods:

Part one-

Part two-

Part three-

Forbidden Lovers-

Lucky Dog-

Dirty Affair-

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The Wolf at the door

Word count- 1,536

Warnings- Attempted suicide, self- hate, fluff, smut.

A/N- Hey, drunk Shannon is back, bitches!!! (Shannon is my name, in case you didn’t that hahaha). Currently drinking a bottle of vodka straight, even though I’m pansexual. Omfg, that was the shittest joke ever! Kill me now! hahaha. I know I’ve been rambling, but enjoy ways!! Xoxo

You looked in the mirror. “Ugh, why would Negan what this?” You wondered aloud, grabbing your stomach. ”Negan might say I’m thin, but I  couldn’t see it. He’d be better off without you, besides, he has the wives, that gaggle of beautiful women that he could fuck any time he wanted too., he’d be fine, he’d be better. He’d be happier without me,” You thought as you grabbed his razor. Carefully, you extracted the blades, you walked over to the bathroom and let the water pelt over you.  You dragged the blade slowly over across your wrists The slight sting was nothing compared to the euphoric feeling as the blood drained slowly from your wrist. You cut the other then dropped your head back against the edge of the tub. You knew it would take hours, but at least it would be over and Negan could finally be happy again.

    It had been four hours, your dizziness was horrible, but you felt it would finally be over. You heard the door open and Negan stagger in.     “Hey, baby. You okay?” He sounded happy. He probably paid the wives a visit. “Baby? Babygirl?! (Y/N)!” He sounded panicked. You used the very small amount of energy you had left to speak up.

    “It’s okay, Negan. It’ll be okay,” You mumbled.

He really didn’t want to leave her alone, she hadn’t been doing great, but she begged him saying she needed some “me time”, so he went out. Drinks with Simon and Dwight. He didn’t ger drunk but it was still a nice night. Even though it was fun hanging out with them, he couldn’t wait to get home to the woman he loved. He decided to stop by and speak to the wives and finally told them it was over, he was going to spend the rest of his wife with (Y/N) and (Y/N) only.     When he walked in the door he was so excited to see her and tell her she was the only woman in his life, forever. But when she didn’t answer him, his excitement died and was replaced with fear.     He called out again. “Baby? Babygirl?! (Y/N)!” His voice filled with panic which only increased when she responded with a dry croaky voice.

    “It’s okay, Negan. It'll be okay.”

Your sight was falling away when Negan kicked down the door and ran over to you. He pulled you out of the tub, scooping you up into his arms as he grabbed his radio and screamed into it. “ SIMON! GETCARSON UP HERE NOW!” You wanted to tell him it would be okay and that this was what you wanted, but you couldn’t. His voice faded out and then everything went black.

*

You woke up in the infirmary and tried to sit up when Negan and doctor Carson stopped you.     “Wow, take it easy, you’ve lost a lot of blood,” Carson’s soft voice filled your ears. 

    “Hey, doc? Can you give us a minute?” Negan asked, squeezing your hand.

    “Of course. I’ll be right outside if you need anything,” Carson mumbled, stepping out of the door, closing the door behind him. 

    “You’re okay,” Negan awed, a sad smile playing on his lips. 

    “Yeah, I guess so,” You mumbled, annoyed. He saved you. Why the fuck did he save you? The room fell silent. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, but it definitely wasn’t comfortable. The tension was thick in the air.

    “Why?” Negan finally spoke up. Regret filled his voice and veins. He never should have left you.

    “Why what?” You mumbled, turning to look at him.

    “Why did you try to kill yourself?” He snapped. “I’m sorry, I-I just can’t accept it. Why would you do it?” He sniffed. 

    “Why not?” You sighed. “I don’t want to be here anymore, you don’t want me really. I’m not built for this world. And who can blame you? You have a gaggle of beautiful women that you can sleep with whenever you want, why would you want to be with me when you’ve got them.” You felt a tear roll down your cheek, then another. Eventually, your face was soaked.

    “That’s bullshit and you know it! I don’t care about them, they were just sex. But you. You’re my everything. I love you, I’m in love with you. You’re beautiful, funny, kind, smart, and so much better than me. I don’t deserve you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I need you. I was going home to tell you I loved you and that I left the wives to be with you for the rest of my life,” He mumbled through tears. Your eyes widened. Did he really care about you that much? 

    “Really?” You sniffed, a small smile appearing on your face. 

    “Yes. I love you, (Y/N).” He wiped away his tears. You’d never seen Negan cry before. 

    “I love you too, Negan,” You mumbled, squeezing his hand as tight as you could. 

    “Please don’t leave me,” He pleaded, a fresh batch of tears forming in his eyes. 

    “I’ll try to be better, Negan. For you, I’ll be better.”

    “You don’t need to be better. I just need you to never try that again, okay?” His tone firm and strong.

    “Okay, Negan. I will try, okay? That’s all I can do,” You murmured.  He smiled at you, leaning over to plant a soft, loving kiss on your lips. 

***

You’d finally been allowed to leave the infirmary and Negan hadn’t left you alone for more than five minutes at a time.     “Negan you don’t need to be here all the time. Go out and have, I’ll be fine,” You mumbled, placing your hand on his thigh.

That’s what you said before that-” He motioned to your wrists. “Happened, so I’m staying.” You looked at your wrists, a wave of shame hit you. “Hey, look at me. How about we just sit in bed and watch a movie?” Negan mumbled, making you look at him.

“Okay,” You said, meekly nodding, before making your way to the bed. Negan brought the tv in and a collection of DVD’s to pick from. You both settled on watching It. Which, in your opinion, wasn’t that good. Negan, however, thought it was really good, you didn’t know how he enjoyed it so much, but each to their own.

“How can you not think that was good?” Negan asked as you cuddled into his side, your head on his chest feeling it slowly rising and falling.

It was good, but it wasn’t great,” You mumbled against his peck. “All I’m saying is I’ve seen better, way better.”

“It’s a good horror movie,” He said, placing a kiss on top of your head.

“As I just said, I’ve been better.” You shrugged, kissing his chest.

“At least you’re not a bitch when it comes to horror movies, even if you did get scared,” He joked, nudging your side.

“I love horror movies and of course I get scared it’s a horror movie. But at least I don’t get as scared as you, you jumped every two seconds,” You laughed as he began kissing your neck. 

“Shut up,” He said jokingly. He moved you onto your back, kissing down your body. You always wore your body. You always wore your bra, panties and one of Negan’s shirts to bed, just like you were tonight. He pushed your t’-shirt up your body and over your head. He kissed his way down from your neck to your collarbone as he reached behind you and unhooked your bra. His mouth encased your nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. Circling, sucking, nibbling, kissing. If he didn’t stop when he did you were pretty sure you would’ve come there and then. He switched to your other nipple, doing the same thing, occasionally flicking his tongue upwards.

He made his way down your torso until he reached your panties. He rubbed your clit through the lacey material before he finally took it off. He licked a strip from your entrance to your clit. He flicked his tongue around your bundle of nerves, circling, suckling. You moaned, licking your lips. His tongue penetrated your entrance, you threw your head back, moans and groans spilling from your mouth. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, pumping in and out slowly. As he sped up, he scissored his fingers. Just as your walls started to clench around his long, thick digits, he pulled them out. You cried at the sudden loss of him, but he quickly fixed that when his dick slid into your aching opening. You whined as he fucked you hard, pining your hands above his head. His lips smashed onto yours, capturing you in a deep, passionate, lustful kiss. 

His thrusts became frantic, snapping back and forth while you screamed out in ecstasy, he didn’t stop until he painted the inside of your clenching walls. He collapsed on the bed next to you. Your chests rising and falling as he pulled you close to him. 

“I love you so fucking much, baby girl,” Negan said, planting a kiss on your temple.

“I love you too, Negan,” You mumbled before you fell into a deep slumber.