Warnings: Explicit (18+) language and smut (sorta dubcon-ish?)
Tags: co-worker Negan x Y/N (female reader)
"People either adored him or were far too intimidated to approach him. Both of which only seemed to feed his impossibly large ego. You personally disdained him, which only perpetuated his insatiable need to torment you.”
LITTLE BLACK BOOK
Warnings: Explicit (18+) language and smut
Tags: teacher x student/female reader, coach negan
“It started innocently enough with a listless daydream that eventually played out into a full-fledged fantasy. Since then you’d pictured yourself with him in many different, albeit impossible scenarios. All of which subsequently ended with your fingers sunken deep within your panties.”
TO YOU, FROM NEGAN
Warnings: Explicit (18+) language and smut.
Tags: negan x reader, gender neutral, body positive
"Come to Negan, baby. Let me hold you a while.”
KISS IT BETTER
Warnings: Explicit (18+) angst, language, and smut.
Tags: au negan x female oc, daddy kink
“Negan was waiting for me right under my high heeled feet. It felt like he was peeping up my skirt. I could almost feel his hands wrapping around my ankles and pulling me under.”
PART 1
PART 2
.SERIES.
DADDY ISSUES (coming soon)
Warnings: Explicit (18+) angst, language, and smut.
Tags: au negan x rick’s daughter (oc), daddy kink
DADDY’S GIRL MASTERLIST (in progress)
Warnings: Explicit (18+) angst, language, and smut.
Tags: au negan x female oc, daddy kink
“Beauty and opulence paint over an otherwise dark and seedy reality. After all, who would be stupid enough to descend into this circle of hell if it weren’t filled to the brim with temptation?”
Warnings: Explicit (18+) violence, language, and smut.
Tags: negan x oc Lucille, s&m, mild (moderate to some) bdsm
LITTLE BIRD MASTERLIST (complete)
“Negan was like a very tall, dark, shot of whiskey. Deeply intoxicating and yet too harsh for me to swallow. -But I did because he told me to.”
SWEET SPOT MASTERLIST (in progress)
“Lucille… I can still feel you. When I hold this bat in my hands I swear I can feel your skin again. When I bring the hard weight of it down on some fucker’s skull I can feel you drink the fuckin’ life out of them. It feels like we’re fucking.”
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CHAPTER 16 - Nightcap
Le Bernardin was more than a meal. It was an experience. Beneath the warm and inviting glow cast from its teak ceilings, we feasted on caviar tartare, scallops in brown butter dashi, salmon in black truffle pot au feu, Parisian chocolate cake. All paired beside wines with notes specifically tailored to each artfully composed dish. It was the sort of luxe four-course meal that dream dates were made of. The kind made to set the tone for a night of blissful passion for any soon-to-be newly weds. And yet, I struggled to endure another minute of it.
I couldn’t seem to get past the insufferable sound of Benny smacking his lips between bites. I gritted my teeth as he ungratefully scarfed without bothering to acknowledge or appreciate the subtle and aromatic flavors infused with each course. This was hardly an experience to him. Since the day he was born he’d been served heaping silver spoonfuls from lavish silver platters. It meant nothing to him but the least he could do was pretend to give a shit.
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about. The scallops were decent at best.” Benny picked and sucked his teeth as we settled into the car.
“Really? I thought it was fabulous.” I sighed and tried not to visibly scowl.
“You’re a New Yorker. Of course you did.” He snorted in contempt.
“Well, since you know so well, maybe you can take me to Paris one day for the real experience?” I forced a smile and scooted closer. I even attempted to flirt as I fiddled with his lapel.
“Paris… And you think I’m pretentious.” He mumbled as he scrolled through his phone, hardly fazed by my affection.
“So, if New York is only decent and Paris is too pretentious, is there anywhere in the world where you’re happy, darling?” I feigned humor at his arrogance.
“I’d be pretty content in bed right about now.” He sighed tiredly as he tucked his phone away in his pocket and draped an arm over my shoulder.
Though he seemed to be returning my affectionate gesture, it was more out of habit than with any physical or romantic intent. I could tell by his tone that he wasn’t interested in any sort of adventures to be found in bed. Not with me anyway. I already knew there was someone else. Maybe several. Most of the time I pretended not to care but sometimes I wondered why. What was so wrong with me? I was confident enough in my looks and it damn sure wasn’t a matter of whether or not I was good in bed. I’d built a successful career on my skills after all. A slight tingle of panic ran through me as my inevitable guilt came into question. Was that the reason? Had Benny found out? Had my past finally caught up with me? But how?
In the dark and seedy underground of the business world, the usual legalities and moral principals didn’t apply. Blackmail and sabotage ran rampant but there were still a few unspoken, loosely enforced rules. Stones that couldn’t be cast in glass houses. Prostitution was one of them. That sort of ammunition was off the table to most because they all had a hand in it. There would always be some form of collateral damage. Not to mention, I was hardly the first escort to find her fairytale ending on a wealthy man’s arm. Who would care? Unless the business man in question had nothing left to lose… Then suddenly a strong suspicion began to rise in me.
“So tell me about your day. You mentioned to Negan you were meeting with Mr. Berkley?” I asked in a deliberately innocuous tone, as if the mere mention of my former peddlers didn’t make my palms sweat.
“Yeah. Just some corporate formalities. You know, boring legal stuff.” He shrugged it off and focused his attention on his phone again. That wasn’t really all that unusual but the way his shoulders tensed was.
“Oh.” We fell silent for a brief moment as I tried to read his expression but his eyes were blankly fixated on some lengthy email. My eyes shifted as I considered dropping the subject but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he wasn’t telling me. “Well, with a client like Berkley you must have your hands full.” I feigned a light hearted barb.
“What do you mean?” His eyes finally flicked up with a hint of skepticism.
“You said he was a shady guy didn’t you?” I asked innocently.
“Dahlia, all business men are a little shady. That’s exactly what corporate attorney’s are for.” He laughed it off in a bored way, in a way that didn’t really reach his eyes as he reflexively reached to squeeze my shoulder, like that would be enough to quell me but I felt nothing if not more suspicious.
“Well, it’s a good thing he hired you then. So what kinda shady stuff-?” I started but he abruptly cut me off with a loud and exasperated sigh.
“Jesus, Dahlia. What’s with all the questions?” He seemed to have lost his patience and my own quickly followed.
“I’m just trying to have a fucking conversation, Benny. That’s what couples do. They talk about-” I started to bicker but he had even less interest in that.
“-I talk enough about work at work. So if you don’t mind I’d like to leave it there. Can’t you just hound me about something else? Fuck’s sake…” He yanked away his arm to run a tired and flustered hand down his face.
“Just forget it.” I rolled my eyes and scowled dully out the window instead. I felt restless and unsettled. But then again, I’d felt that way for quite some time now.
***
Coincidentally, Benny and I made it back to The Sanctuary hotel well before midnight. Not that I’d been even remotely concerned with making it in time for Negan’s ‘curfew’, but I couldn’t help noting the irony. Granted, it was only by circumstance, but it wasn’t like me to be so obedient. At least not without a stern and heavy hand to convince me. The thought of it was enough to make me squirm. And while it didn’t take long for Benny to find sleep, I was far too restless to join him.
I took a moment to freshen up and let my hair down. Then I snuck away to the hotel bar for a nightcap. Nothing more. At least that’s what I told myself I was doing there but I was hardly surprised to find Negan waiting for me. He looked handsome as ever among the warm and inviting candlelight. Dapper as usual in his fitted suit that seemed to accentuate the seemingly endless length of him. And it seemed he was expecting me too when the sound of my heels caught his attention. He tucked away his phone and greeted me with a wicked and knowing grin. I knew I should have been ashamed of myself. We both knew what sort of scandalous prospects had coaxed me there to begin with. And with my fiancé peacefully sleeping only a few floors down. Yet something about that stirred up a deviant flutter inside me.
“You’re on time. That’s a fuckin first.” Negan stood and placed a swift an amiable kiss on my cheek. He even pulled out my chair for me like a perfect gentleman. But the way his eyes devoured the sight of me…
“Only by chance.” I smirked as he took my hand helped guide me to my seat. “Besides, I didn’t think you were being serious.”
“Oh, I was very fuckin serious, darlin’.” He promised as he leaned to speak in my ear so closely the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down my spine. “You look fuckin gorgeous, by the way.” He complimented in a low growl.
His hands slithered up the sides of my chair to grip the sudden tension that rolled up my neck and shoulders. His fingers lingered and glided on my goose-bumped skin before he slinked around my chair to sit across from me. I could tell by the spark of mischief in his darkened eyes that I must have been blushing just the way he’d hoped. He gestured for the bartender to bring me a drink before carrying on.
“So… Tell me about your date. How was Le Bernardin with Benjamin?” He grinned with far too much amusement as he draped one long leg over the other and patiently sipped his whiskey.
“It was lovely. The scallops were to die for.” I said matter-of-factly.
“Is that all?” He chuckled deeply.
“Well, no. The salmon was a close second.” I said remaining purposefully vague.
All the questions were a waste of time. He didn’t have to ask to know the date itself was an inevitable flop. It wasn’t news to either of us that Benny would always leave me with that insatiable craving for something more. He just wanted to hear me say it. So he leaned closer to rest his elbows on the table as if daring me to come closer. His eyes held mine with a demanding grip as he lowered his voice to a tone that vibrated my insides.
“And what about dessert?” He asked.
“Parisian chocolate cake. It was decadent.” I bit my lip as I mirrored his posture and further closed the gap between us.
“Sounds pretty fuckin’ romantic.” He smirked as he raised his dark brows inquisitively.
“It was.” I laughed and nodded reluctantly.
“And yet, here you are. All by your lonesome.” He gestured his hand at the empty bar around us.
“I’m not alone. I’m with you.” I smiled fondly.
Negan returned the same doting smile as he regarded my eyes for a long moment in silence. We savored the sound of a soft, mellow saxophone crooning in perfect harmony with a slow and melodic piano. They seemed to speak well enough for the both of us but now I wanted to say it out loud.
I wanted to tell him how good he made me feel in these fleeting moments. How Benny never even came close. I wanted to tell him how much I wished we could erase the past and lie to ourselves, pretend like all the bad never happened. We could pick and gather the good parts, those few and far betweens. What if we could just…? I’d just parted my lips to speak the unspeakable when suddenly the bartender arrived and set a cocktail neatly before me. Negan offered him a nod of thanks before gesturing him off and turning back to me with a wink.
“A Manhattan. How fitting.” I noted nostalgically as I swirled the pick and cherry through my cocktail glass. He watched my mouth closely as I took my first sip of the amber liquid. The same rich color of his eyes. Which one was more intoxicating was debatable.
“How’s it taste?” He asked as he licked his lips.
“Like a lot of bad history.” I jested but it was the honest truth.
“Oh, well, if you don’t like it,” He reached over and plucked the Luxardo cherry from my glass.
“No way! That’s my cherry!” I gasped and playfully fussed at him.
“You just had a five star meal and you’re gonna fight me over a fuckin’ cocktail cherry?” He laughed, his gorgeous smile dimpling his cheeks.
“Come on! That’s the best part!” I resorted to a full on pout as he brought the cherry to his lips.
“I’ll say it is.” He laughed inwardly at his own adolescent innuendo before he leaned a little closer still. “Okay, brat. Take it.” His deepened voice coaxed me as he brought the cherry to my lips instead.
Our eyes met for another long and amorous gaze. As the silence and tension grew between us I found it impossible to resist his offer. So I took the dark, glazed cherry between my teeth and lapped up its sweet syrup on my tongue. I’d hoped I could have pulled off a seductive smirk but I couldn’t help grinning like a fool instead before I hid behind another sip.
“Better than Parisian chocolate?” He asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Meh.” I wrinkled my nose with a shrug of indifference.
“You little shit.” He laughed with me.
It seemed we were both charmed by the sound of each other’s laughter as our gaze lingered and we drifted even closer. So close that I felt the brush of his knee beneath the linen table. That small bit of friction was enough to spark the constant smoldering flames between us. So I stoked them further by slowly brushing my high heeled foot up the length of his calf and watched as the sensation registered in his gaze. I saw a flicker of desire followed by his usual smug smirk.
“Didn’t you tell me last time was the last time?” He said, narrowing his eyes in amusement.
“You and I both know it’s never the last time.” I confessed.
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he reached forward to take my hand. He stared down at the rock on my finger and brushed his thumb over it with a long pause and contemplative gaze. “Tell you what, I’m gonna give you one last chance to get out while the gettin’ is fuckin’ good.” Then his eyes, those deep, penetrative, captivating eyes flickered up to capture my own in a sultry glare. “Or you just give me the word I’ll fuck your brains out right here and now.”
In a way, it felt like sitting face to face with a lion. It was reckless and dangerous but I never felt more elated, I never felt more high than I did in those fleeting moments while adrenaline coursed through me. While I waited in suspense and counted down the seconds before he pounced and ravished my body the way I so deeply yearned for. Only this time, he was giving me a choice. This time, he was giving me a fair chance to weigh my options.
I was engaged to another man. I had a diamond on my finger and flawed or not, I knew the stakes. I knew better than anyone that Negan was infamous for knowing exactly how to swoon an unsuspecting woman. Hadn’t I learned the first time? Or the second time? Or the time after that? Hadn’t he been just as toxic and selfish as Benny, if not worse? Hadn’t all of the most debilitating heart breaks of my life been by the dick of this man? This big, hard, lip smacking, sheet gripping, toe curling, earth shattering specimen of a dick? Yes. Absolutely. One thousand fucking percent. And I hadn’t learned a damn thing.
“I want it.” I said outright.
“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin get it, princess.” He promised as he reached down and snaked his long fingers into a tight grip around my ankle.
Without even the slightest bit of hesitance, he slipped my stiletto away and brought my bare foot to rest on his hardened cock already pressed tightly against his slacks. My breath hitched in surprise as he stroked my arch along his shaft. He thrust into the motion and in an instant, my panties were drenched. My clit quivered as a deep moan hummed in his chest and his eyes slid shut.
“You feel what you do to me, Sugar? How fuckin hard you make me?” Jesus christ. As if I wasn’t dripping down my seat already. “Come here.” He yanked me by the ankle.
I all but leaped across the table to straddle his lap. My head was still spinning as he wrapped me in a deep and all-consuming kiss. While his tongue greedily lapped up the lingering taste of cherry, his large hands slid up my thighs and under my skirt to clutch and squeeze my ass coaxing another needy moan from my lips. My heart raced as he stood and lifted me with him to set me on the edge of a barstool.
“Spread for me, baby. Show me what your husband-to-be is missing out on.” He said shamelessly and like a fool I obeyed him. But how could any woman with a pulse say no when he licked his grinning teeth that way?
He took a few steps back and casually shrugged away his suit jacket as if I wasn’t gawking hungrily at the way his cock tented his pants. I watched eagerly as he draped his jacket neatly aside and began meticulously rolling up his sleeves. All the while, he kept his eyes on me, gauging my expression as my own patience grew thinner. I squirmed and writhed in anticipation while he came ambling back, a smirk tugging his lips as he came to stand between my legs again. His hands came to rest on my knees and slowly slid up the tops of my thighs as he spread me further. He loomed tall and lean and perfect above me and I gazed up at him with pleading eyes as his own lowered to the sopping wet puddle I’d become. A grin slowly spread across his face.
“Damn… Look at you, babydoll. Is all this for me?” He chuckled as his hand slid down the inside of my thigh to brush over my throbbing heat.
He teased me relentlessly. Only allowing his fingertips to stroke and coax me through the sheer, damp silk of my panties. I was bucking my hips off the edge of the barstool while my body begged for a deeper touch. My voice cooed and pleaded for him but he was so painstakingly patient, drawing out every brush and swirl of his fingertips. He slipped his thumbs just beneath the hem of my panties and with a gentle tug he slowly spread my pussy open.
“Hmmngh… Negan, please…” I squirmed restlessly but he only brought a finger to his smirking lips and shushed me.
“Shh… Let me savor this fuckin moment, sweetness.” He said as he reached back down and with his thumbs made slow circles, carefully kneading my plump and supple mounds to tease the very outskirts of my clit. As my panties gathered and bunched in the cleft of my lips he taunted me further. He gripped and tugged the fabric up into his fist, wedging my panties deeper between my slit, pressing the tension against my clit.
With his free hand he worked on his belt buckle. I writhed in anticipation. My eyes were wide and eager as he reached into his slacks. I licked my lips as his hardened cock sprung free and he stroked his fist over the length. I could already see the tip glistening with his own desire to fuck me but he wasn’t done savoring.
He tapped the head of his cock on my clit. Three hard and heavy smacks. It was enough to make me jump and quiver. I rolled my hips toward him, aching with a desperate need to feel him stretch me open. I thought my pleading moans would finally be answered as he tugged my panties aside but cruelly and relentlessly he only allowed his shaft to glide through my folds. A deep laugh resonated in his chest as he watched the head of his cock spring up and out of my panties while he fucked my clit.
“You poor, sweet thing… So sensitive… I’m willin’ to bet I could make you cum just like this.” He grinned.
“Negan…” His name dripped from my tongue in a pitiful whine.
“No. Look at me.” He said firmly as he snatched me by my chin and peered into me with a stern and demanding gaze. “I don’t give a shit about that ring on your fuckin’ finger. When you spread your pussy for me, you call me by my fuckin name. Now, who does this pussy belong to?”
“Daddy. My pussy belongs to Daddy.” I panted like a dog.
“There she is. There’s my good girl. My Sugar.” He said with affection as he pulled me into a kiss so deep I moaned into his mouth.
His lips lingered a moment longer before he brushed his thumb across my pouting lips. And though he didn’t speak, the look in his dark and hungry eyes held me in an inquiring gaze as if preparing me for what was to come. Arousal swelled in my chest because I already knew and my body was aching to feel it. My eyes remained fixed on his as I nodded eagerly and sucked his thumb between my lips. His mouth parted just enough for a hitch of breath to escape his throat and his eyes flickered with lust. Then I felt it. The sudden and deep plunge of his cock. I threw my head back with a sharp gasp and shrill moan of agonizing bliss as the sudden intrusion made me tremble all over.
“God, yes! Daddy!” I cried out.
“Jesus fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” He gritted through his teeth as he clutched the back of my neck. He slowly pulled his hips away, gliding his cock out to the very tip before plunging back into the hilt with a lewd and wet squelch. Then again. And again. And again. “Come on, Sugar. Do that thing I like. Squeeze Daddy’s cock with that pretty little pussy.” He said, his voice bordering on a plea.
I knew the ‘thing’ he was referring to. It used to be my signature. So, I squeezed my pussy tight around his cock and in a fluid motion I scooped and rolled my hips to drag out every delectable inch. His head dropped back and he let out a long and deep groan.
“Ooohhhh ffffuuuuck yyoouuu!” He huffed out a breathless laugh as he clutched the bar to keep from losing his footing. "Still fuckin' got it don't you, Sugar?" And even though I was in the throes of my own debilitating pleasure, I couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curled my lips. It didn’t last long though. He took hold of the reins again as his long fingers raked up to curl into my hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled me down into the brute force of his thrusts that made our skin clap.
“Tell me, baby. Does he fuck you like this? Does he make your pussy feel like this?” Negan murmured against my skin as he clutched me tightly.
“No! No one fucks me like you, Daddy! No one! No one fucks me like you! Oh god! Oh fuck! Please, don’t stop! Please, please, please!” I begged as I coiled my arms around the back of his neck.
“That’s a good girl… That’s my good fuckin’ girl.” He growled as he reached down to glide and swirl his fingers over my clit. “Now, show me. Cum for me, baby. Cum on my fuckin’ cock.”
As his skilled fingers vigorously worked my clit I could already feel it brewing. A warmth swelled and spread between my thighs and threatened to burst. And while I wished I could have held out longer, while I wished we could stay tethered to this moment where nothing else mattered, my body raced to the precipice. My mouth dropped open as a gasp hitched in my throat. And as his cognac colored eyes peered into the depths of my pleading and desperate gaze I plummeted into an orgasm so intense that my eyes rolled back. My clit throbbed and my pussy constricted around the thick and heavy girth of his cock.
“Fuck yes! Yes! That’s it, baby! Milk my fuckin’ cock! Fffffuuuuck!” Negan groaned into my hair as he coiled his arms around me and clutched me tight against his body as his own orgasm crashed through him.
***
After we came down from the heights of our pleasure, we found ourselves sprawled out on the floor of the Sanctuary bar. The quiet lounge music continued to croon faintly in the background as we basked in our afterglow. I laid with my head in his lap while Negan leaned back against the bar with a bottle of whiskey in one hand. The other hand gently brushed through my hair and for a long while we just sat there fully content in our silence. That is, until a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“What?” I lifted my head curiously.
“I was thinking about the first time I ever watched you walk into this place. That tight little black dress. Those cheap, hand me down heels. That fuckin’ faux fur coat.” He teased with a grin.
“You mean the night I threw a glass of wine in your face? —I still have that coat by the way.” I jabbed him playfully and scowled.
“Yeah. That night.” He laughed and roughed up my hair.
“Erm! You deserved it.” I griped as I batted his hand away and raked my tousled hair away from my face.
“Yeah, I did. Probably deserved a helluva lot worse.” He admitted in a mumble.
“I don’t know. I feel like five years in prison evens it out pretty well.” I shrugged casually with a smug little smirk.
“Easy.” He warned with a side eye.
“Do you regret it?” I asked.
“Regret what?” He asked.
“That night. We could have left it at that. We could have parted ways and never looked back. Might have spared us a lot of heartache.” I suggested as I looked up into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt but he only rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be stupid.” He scoffed before taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey and I smiled faintly knowing that despite everything we’d been through, neither of us would take it back. Then I snatched the bottle from him and took a swig for myself. So, yeah, maybe it wasn’t a nightcap in the most traditional sense but it was the perfect end to an imperfect date.
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Warnings: Explicit (18+) angst, language, and eventual smut. (Lots of smut.)
Note: This chapter is dedicated to @sanctuaryforthelost If it hadn't been for you and your kindness, I would have never found a reason to finish what I started. It's been four years since my last update, my friends. Here's hoping I haven't lost my touch. Thank you so, so much for reading even after all this time. <3
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CHAPTER 16 - Nightcap
Le Bernardin was more than a meal. It was an experience. Beneath the warm and inviting glow cast from its teak ceilings, we feasted on caviar tartare, scallops in brown butter dashi, salmon in black truffle pot au feu, Parisian chocolate cake. All paired beside wines with notes specifically tailored to each artfully composed dish. It was the sort of luxe four-course meal that dream dates were made of. The kind made to set the tone for a night of blissful passion for any soon-to-be newly weds. And yet, I struggled to endure another minute of it.
I couldn’t seem to get past the insufferable sound of Benny smacking his lips between bites. I gritted my teeth as he ungratefully scarfed without bothering to acknowledge or appreciate the subtle and aromatic flavors infused with each course. This was hardly an experience to him. Since the day he was born he’d been served heaping silver spoonfuls from lavish silver platters. It meant nothing to him but the least he could do was pretend to give a shit.
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about. The scallops were decent at best.” Benny picked and sucked his teeth as we settled into the car.
“Really? I thought it was fabulous.” I sighed and tried not to visibly scowl.
“You’re a New Yorker. Of course you did.” He snorted in contempt.
“Well, since you know so well, maybe you can take me to Paris one day for the real experience?” I forced a smile and scooted closer. I even attempted to flirt as I fiddled with his lapel.
“Paris… And you think I’m pretentious.” He mumbled as he scrolled through his phone, hardly fazed by my affection.
“So, if New York is only decent and Paris is too pretentious, is there anywhere in the world where you’re happy, darling?” I feigned humor at his arrogance.
“I’d be pretty content in bed right about now.” He sighed tiredly as he tucked his phone away in his pocket and draped an arm over my shoulder.
Though he seemed to be returning my affectionate gesture, it was more out of habit than with any physical or romantic intent. I could tell by his tone that he wasn’t interested in any sort of adventures to be found in bed. Not with me anyway. I already knew there was someone else. Maybe several. Most of the time I pretended not to care but sometimes I wondered why. What was so wrong with me? I was confident enough in my looks and it damn sure wasn’t a matter of whether or not I was good in bed. I’d built a successful career on my skills after all. A slight tingle of panic ran through me as my inevitable guilt came into question. Was that the reason? Had Benny found out? Had my past finally caught up with me? But how?
In the dark and seedy underground of the business world, the usual legalities and moral principals didn’t apply. Blackmail and sabotage ran rampant but there were still a few unspoken, loosely enforced rules. Stones that couldn’t be cast in glass houses. Prostitution was one of them. That sort of ammunition was off the table to most because they all had a hand in it. There would always be some form of collateral damage. Not to mention, I was hardly the first escort to find her fairytale ending on a wealthy man’s arm. Who would care? Unless the business man in question had nothing left to lose… Then suddenly a strong suspicion began to rise in me.
“So tell me about your day. You mentioned to Negan you were meeting with Mr. Berkley?” I asked in a deliberately innocuous tone, as if the mere mention of my former peddlers didn’t make my palms sweat.
“Yeah. Just some corporate formalities. You know, boring legal stuff.” He shrugged it off and focused his attention on his phone again. That wasn’t really all that unusual but the way his shoulders tensed was.
“Oh.” We fell silent for a brief moment as I tried to read his expression but his eyes were blankly fixated on some lengthy email. My eyes shifted as I considered dropping the subject but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he wasn’t telling me. “Well, with a client like Berkley you must have your hands full.” I feigned a light hearted barb.
“What do you mean?” His eyes finally flicked up with a hint of skepticism.
“You said he was a shady guy didn’t you?” I asked innocently.
“Dahlia, all business men are a little shady. That’s exactly what corporate attorney’s are for.” He laughed it off in a bored way, in a way that didn’t really reach his eyes as he reflexively reached to squeeze my shoulder, like that would be enough to quell me but I felt nothing if not more suspicious.
“Well, it’s a good thing he hired you then. So what kinda shady stuff-?” I started but he abruptly cut me off with a loud and exasperated sigh.
“Jesus, Dahlia. What’s with all the questions?” He seemed to have lost his patience and my own quickly followed.
“I’m just trying to have a fucking conversation, Benny. That’s what couples do. They talk about-” I started to bicker but he had even less interest in that.
“-I talk enough about work at work. So if you don’t mind I’d like to leave it there. Can’t you just hound me about something else? Fuck’s sake…” He yanked away his arm to run a tired and flustered hand down his face.
“Just forget it.” I rolled my eyes and scowled dully out the window instead. I felt restless and unsettled. But then again, I’d felt that way for quite some time now.
***
Coincidentally, Benny and I made it back to The Sanctuary hotel well before midnight. Not that I’d been even remotely concerned with making it in time for Negan’s ‘curfew’, but I couldn’t help noting the irony. Granted, it was only by circumstance, but it wasn’t like me to be so obedient. At least not without a stern and heavy hand to convince me. The thought of it was enough to make me squirm. And while it didn’t take long for Benny to find sleep, I was far too restless to join him.
I took a moment to freshen up and let my hair down. Then I snuck away to the hotel bar for a nightcap. Nothing more. At least that’s what I told myself I was doing there but I was hardly surprised to find Negan waiting for me. He looked handsome as ever among the warm and inviting candlelight. Dapper as usual in his fitted suit that seemed to accentuate the seemingly endless length of him. And it seemed he was expecting me too when the sound of my heels caught his attention. He tucked away his phone and greeted me with a wicked and knowing grin. I knew I should have been ashamed of myself. We both knew what sort of scandalous prospects had coaxed me there to begin with. And with my fiancé peacefully sleeping only a few floors down. Yet something about that stirred up a deviant flutter inside me.
“You’re on time. That’s a fuckin first.” Negan stood and placed a swift an amiable kiss on my cheek. He even pulled out my chair for me like a perfect gentleman. But the way his eyes devoured the sight of me…
“Only by chance.” I smirked as he took my hand helped guide me to my seat. “Besides, I didn’t think you were being serious.”
“Oh, I was very fuckin serious, darlin’.” He promised as he leaned to speak in my ear so closely the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down my spine. “You look fuckin gorgeous, by the way.” He complimented in a low growl.
His hands slithered up the sides of my chair to grip the sudden tension that rolled up my neck and shoulders. His fingers lingered and glided on my goose-bumped skin before he slinked around my chair to sit across from me. I could tell by the spark of mischief in his darkened eyes that I must have been blushing just the way he’d hoped. He gestured for the bartender to bring me a drink before carrying on.
“So… Tell me about your date. How was Le Bernardin with Benjamin?” He grinned with far too much amusement as he draped one long leg over the other and patiently sipped his whiskey.
“It was lovely. The scallops were to die for.” I said matter-of-factly.
“Is that all?” He chuckled deeply.
“Well, no. The salmon was a close second.” I said remaining purposefully vague.
All the questions were a waste of time. He didn’t have to ask to know the date itself was an inevitable flop. It wasn’t news to either of us that Benny would always leave me with that insatiable craving for something more. He just wanted to hear me say it. So he leaned closer to rest his elbows on the table as if daring me to come closer. His eyes held mine with a demanding grip as he lowered his voice to a tone that vibrated my insides.
“And what about dessert?” He asked.
“Parisian chocolate cake. It was decadent.” I bit my lip as I mirrored his posture and further closed the gap between us.
“Sounds pretty fuckin’ romantic.” He smirked as he raised his dark brows inquisitively.
“It was.” I laughed and nodded reluctantly.
“And yet, here you are. All by your lonesome.” He gestured his hand at the empty bar around us.
“I’m not alone. I’m with you.” I smiled fondly.
Negan returned the same doting smile as he regarded my eyes for a long moment in silence. We savored the sound of a soft, mellow saxophone crooning in perfect harmony with a slow and melodic piano. They seemed to speak well enough for the both of us but now I wanted to say it out loud.
I wanted to tell him how good he made me feel in these fleeting moments. How Benny never even came close. I wanted to tell him how much I wished we could erase the past and lie to ourselves, pretend like all the bad never happened. We could pick and gather the good parts, those few and far betweens. What if we could just…? I’d just parted my lips to speak the unspeakable when suddenly the bartender arrived and set a cocktail neatly before me. Negan offered him a nod of thanks before gesturing him off and turning back to me with a wink.
“A Manhattan. How fitting.” I noted nostalgically as I swirled the pick and cherry through my cocktail glass. He watched my mouth closely as I took my first sip of the amber liquid. The same rich color of his eyes. Which one was more intoxicating was debatable.
“How’s it taste?” He asked as he licked his lips.
“Like a lot of bad history.” I jested but it was the honest truth.
“Oh, well, if you don’t like it,” He reached over and plucked the Luxardo cherry from my glass.
“No way! That’s my cherry!” I gasped and playfully fussed at him.
“You just had a five star meal and you’re gonna fight me over a fuckin’ cocktail cherry?” He laughed, his gorgeous smile dimpling his cheeks.
“Come on! That’s the best part!” I resorted to a full on pout as he brought the cherry to his lips.
“I’ll say it is.” He laughed inwardly at his own adolescent innuendo before he leaned a little closer still. “Okay, brat. Take it.” His deepened voice coaxed me as he brought the cherry to my lips instead.
Our eyes met for another long and amorous gaze. As the silence and tension grew between us I found it impossible to resist his offer. So I took the dark, glazed cherry between my teeth and lapped up its sweet syrup on my tongue. I’d hoped I could have pulled off a seductive smirk but I couldn’t help grinning like a fool instead before I hid behind another sip.
“Better than Parisian chocolate?” He asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Meh.” I wrinkled my nose with a shrug of indifference.
“You little shit.” He laughed with me.
It seemed we were both charmed by the sound of each other’s laughter as our gaze lingered and we drifted even closer. So close that I felt the brush of his knee beneath the linen table. That small bit of friction was enough to spark the constant smoldering flames between us. So I stoked them further by slowly brushing my high heeled foot up the length of his calf and watched as the sensation registered in his gaze. I saw a flicker of desire followed by his usual smug smirk.
“Didn’t you tell me last time was the last time?” He said, narrowing his eyes in amusement.
“You and I both know it’s never the last time.” I confessed.
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he reached forward to take my hand. He stared down at the rock on my finger and brushed his thumb over it with a long pause and contemplative gaze. “Tell you what, I’m gonna give you one last chance to get out while the gettin’ is fuckin’ good.” Then his eyes, those deep, penetrative, captivating eyes flickered up to capture my own in a sultry glare. “Or you just give me the word I’ll fuck your brains out right here and now.”
In a way, it felt like sitting face to face with a lion. It was reckless and dangerous but I never felt more elated, I never felt more high than I did in those fleeting moments while adrenaline coursed through me. While I waited in suspense and counted down the seconds before he pounced and ravished my body the way I so deeply yearned for. Only this time, he was giving me a choice. This time, he was giving me a fair chance to weigh my options.
I was engaged to another man. I had a diamond on my finger and flawed or not, I knew the stakes. I knew better than anyone that Negan was infamous for knowing exactly how to swoon an unsuspecting woman. Hadn’t I learned the first time? Or the second time? Or the time after that? Hadn’t he been just as toxic and selfish as Benny, if not worse? Hadn’t all of the most debilitating heart breaks of my life been by the dick of this man? This big, hard, lip smacking, sheet gripping, toe curling, earth shattering specimen of a dick? Yes. Absolutely. One thousand fucking percent. And I hadn’t learned a damn thing.
“I want it.” I said outright.
“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin get it, princess.” He promised as he reached down and snaked his long fingers into a tight grip around my ankle.
Without even the slightest bit of hesitance, he slipped my stiletto away and brought my bare foot to rest on his hardened cock already pressed tightly against his slacks. My breath hitched in surprise as he stroked my arch along his shaft. He thrust into the motion and in an instant, my panties were drenched. My clit quivered as a deep moan hummed in his chest and his eyes slid shut.
“You feel what you do to me, Sugar? How fuckin hard you make me?” Jesus christ. As if I wasn’t dripping down my seat already. “Come here.” He yanked me by the ankle.
I all but leaped across the table to straddle his lap. My head was still spinning as he wrapped me in a deep and all-consuming kiss. While his tongue greedily lapped up the lingering taste of cherry, his large hands slid up my thighs and under my skirt to clutch and squeeze my ass coaxing another needy moan from my lips. My heart raced as he stood and lifted me with him to set me on the edge of a barstool.
“Spread for me, baby. Show me what your husband-to-be is missing out on.” He said shamelessly and like a fool I obeyed him. But how could any woman with a pulse say no when he licked his grinning teeth that way?
He took a few steps back and casually shrugged away his suit jacket as if I wasn’t gawking hungrily at the way his cock tented his pants. I watched eagerly as he draped his jacket neatly aside and began meticulously rolling up his sleeves. All the while, he kept his eyes on me, gauging my expression as my own patience grew thinner. I squirmed and writhed in anticipation while he came ambling back, a smirk tugging his lips as he came to stand between my legs again. His hands came to rest on my knees and slowly slid up the tops of my thighs as he spread me further. He loomed tall and lean and perfect above me and I gazed up at him with pleading eyes as his own lowered to the sopping wet puddle I’d become. A grin slowly spread across his face.
“Damn… Look at you, babydoll. Is all this for me?” He chuckled as his hand slid down the inside of my thigh to brush over my throbbing heat.
He teased me relentlessly. Only allowing his fingertips to stroke and coax me through the sheer, damp silk of my panties. I was bucking my hips off the edge of the barstool while my body begged for a deeper touch. My voice cooed and pleaded for him but he was so painstakingly patient, drawing out every brush and swirl of his fingertips. He slipped his thumbs just beneath the hem of my panties and with a gentle tug he slowly spread my pussy open.
“Hmmngh… Negan, please…” I squirmed restlessly but he only brought a finger to his smirking lips and shushed me.
“Shh… Let me savor this fuckin moment, sweetness.” He said as he reached back down and with his thumbs made slow circles, carefully kneading my plump and supple mounds to tease the very outskirts of my clit. As my panties gathered and bunched in the cleft of my lips he taunted me further. He gripped and tugged the fabric up into his fist, wedging my panties deeper between my slit, pressing the tension against my clit.
With his free hand he worked on his belt buckle. I writhed in anticipation. My eyes were wide and eager as he reached into his slacks. I licked my lips as his hardened cock sprung free and he stroked his fist over the length. I could already see the tip glistening with his own desire to fuck me but he wasn’t done savoring.
He tapped the head of his cock on my clit. Three hard and heavy smacks. It was enough to make me jump and quiver. I rolled my hips toward him, aching with a desperate need to feel him stretch me open. I thought my pleading moans would finally be answered as he tugged my panties aside but cruelly and relentlessly he only allowed his shaft to glide through my folds. A deep laugh resonated in his chest as he watched the head of his cock spring up and out of my panties while he fucked my clit.
“You poor, sweet thing… So sensitive… I’m willin’ to bet I could make you cum just like this.” He grinned.
“Negan…” His name dripped from my tongue in a pitiful whine.
“No. Look at me.” He said firmly as he snatched me by my chin and peered into me with a stern and demanding gaze. “I don’t give a shit about that ring on your fuckin’ finger. When you spread your pussy for me, you call me by my fuckin name. Now, who does this pussy belong to?”
“Daddy. My pussy belongs to Daddy.” I panted like a dog.
“There she is. There’s my good girl. My Sugar.” He said with affection as he pulled me into a kiss so deep I moaned into his mouth.
His lips lingered a moment longer before he brushed his thumb across my pouting lips. And though he didn’t speak, the look in his dark and hungry eyes held me in an inquiring gaze as if preparing me for what was to come. Arousal swelled in my chest because I already knew and my body was aching to feel it. My eyes remained fixed on his as I nodded eagerly and sucked his thumb between my lips. His mouth parted just enough for a hitch of breath to escape his throat and his eyes flickered with lust. Then I felt it. The sudden and deep plunge of his cock. I threw my head back with a sharp gasp and shrill moan of agonizing bliss as the sudden intrusion made me tremble all over.
“God, yes! Daddy!” I cried out.
“Jesus fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” He gritted through his teeth as he clutched the back of my neck. He slowly pulled his hips away, gliding his cock out to the very tip before plunging back into the hilt with a lewd and wet squelch. Then again. And again. And again. “Come on, Sugar. Do that thing I like. Squeeze Daddy’s cock with that pretty little pussy.” He said, his voice bordering on a plea.
I knew the ‘thing’ he was referring to. It used to be my signature. So, I squeezed my pussy tight around his cock and in a fluid motion I scooped and rolled my hips to drag out every delectable inch. His head dropped back and he let out a long and deep groan.
“Ooohhhh ffffuuuuck yyoouuu!” He huffed out a breathless laugh as he clutched the bar to keep from losing his footing. "Still fuckin' got it don't you, Sugar?" And even though I was in the throes of my own debilitating pleasure, I couldn’t help the smug little smirk that curled my lips. It didn’t last long though. He took hold of the reins again as his long fingers raked up to curl into my hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled me down into the brute force of his thrusts that made our skin clap.
“Tell me, baby. Does he fuck you like this? Does he make your pussy feel like this?” Negan murmured against my skin as he clutched me tightly.
“No! No one fucks me like you, Daddy! No one! No one fucks me like you! Oh god! Oh fuck! Please, don’t stop! Please, please, please!” I begged as I coiled my arms around the back of his neck.
“That’s a good girl… That’s my good fuckin’ girl.” He growled as he reached down to glide and swirl his fingers over my clit. “Now, show me. Cum for me, baby. Cum on my fuckin’ cock.”
As his skilled fingers vigorously worked my clit I could already feel it brewing. A warmth swelled and spread between my thighs and threatened to burst. And while I wished I could have held out longer, while I wished we could stay tethered to this moment where nothing else mattered, my body raced to the precipice. My mouth dropped open as a gasp hitched in my throat. And as his cognac colored eyes peered into the depths of my pleading and desperate gaze I plummeted into an orgasm so intense that my eyes rolled back. My clit throbbed and my pussy constricted around the thick and heavy girth of his cock.
“Fuck yes! Yes! That’s it, baby! Milk my fuckin’ cock! Fffffuuuuck!” Negan groaned into my hair as he coiled his arms around me and clutched me tight against his body as his own orgasm crashed through him.
***
After we came down from the heights of our pleasure, we found ourselves sprawled out on the floor of the Sanctuary bar. The quiet lounge music continued to croon faintly in the background as we basked in our afterglow. I laid with my head in his lap while Negan leaned back against the bar with a bottle of whiskey in one hand. The other hand gently brushed through my hair and for a long while we just sat there fully content in our silence. That is, until a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“What?” I lifted my head curiously.
“I was thinking about the first time I ever watched you walk into this place. That tight little black dress. Those cheap, hand me down heels. That fuckin’ faux fur coat.” He teased with a grin.
“You mean the night I threw a glass of wine in your face? —I still have that coat by the way.” I jabbed him playfully and scowled.
“Yeah. That night.” He laughed and roughed up my hair.
“Erm! You deserved it.” I griped as I batted his hand away and raked my tousled hair away from my face.
“Yeah, I did. Probably deserved a helluva lot worse.” He admitted in a mumble.
“I don’t know. I feel like five years in prison evens it out pretty well.” I shrugged casually with a smug little smirk.
“Easy.” He warned with a side eye.
“Do you regret it?” I asked.
“Regret what?” He asked.
“That night. We could have left it at that. We could have parted ways and never looked back. Might have spared us a lot of heartache.” I suggested as I looked up into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt but he only rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be stupid.” He scoffed before taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey and I smiled faintly knowing that despite everything we’d been through, neither of us would take it back. Then I snatched the bottle from him and took a swig for myself. So, yeah, maybe it wasn’t a nightcap in the most traditional sense but it was the perfect end to an imperfect date.
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Just opened Daddy’sGirl.pages for the first time in over 3 years.
Omg!!! How did it feel to read it first the first time in 3 years?! Hopefully it left you feeling inspired.😏
You seriously don’t know how excited I am about there being even the slightest possibility of you continuing this story…like I’m literally fuckin’ giddy over here lol!
Please know that you’re amazing and a literal angel for getting back to me. 🤩 🙌🏼
Honestlyyy… I’m kinda hyped! I forgot how much I loved those two and their bullshit. Sorry if I’m a little slow to start again but I swear it’s coming! Lots of love and hugs and big ol’ smooch!❤️❤️❤️
1. I squealed so loudly when I noticed that you posted again that I swear I woke my neighbours.
2. I have re-read Daddy's Girl a dozen times in the last few years and it's still one of my fave Negan fics.
3. I hope you are well, and if you decide to continue writing, I will be definitely here to read it.
First of all, you’re an absolute angel and I love you and I will smooch your lights out. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I sincerely didn’t think anyone remembered or cared about my fics but especially not one of the ones I left incomplete. You’ve given me back my inspiration, you’ve given me a reason to write again for the first time in a long time, and I can’t thank you enough for that. It’s been a little tough to find my stride again but it’s definitely coming. I hope you’re doing well my dear friend and thank you from the very depths of my little crusty but loving heart.
Before I begin, please know I am awkward as hell and this is extremely lengthy, so I apologize in advance for both lol. 😐 I know I’m taking a chance messaging you in the first place because you haven’t posted to your account in a couple of years but I wrote you some time last year and in my excitement at finding your page, I feel like I came across as a little pushy and insensitive at wanting you to come back and finish off some of your stories. Of course after I messaged you, I scrolled through your account a little and read a reply you posted about some issues you were going through. I really wish I had read that before I reached out because I immediately regretted it. 😔
Now, it may be the fact that I’m on the Autism spectrum and I have a big need for closure but when I saw that you deleted a chapter of Daddy’s Girl (my personal favorite) and that the story wasn’t completed, I felt compelled to reach out and let you know how I felt. But my excitement got the best of me and I didn’t realize or take into account that you were actually going through something, for that I am so sorry.
I wanted to apologize immediately after I reached out once I realized myself but I felt that one annoying message from me was quite enough for you, so I left it alone. But I recently started rereading some of your stories again and I figured I’d take the chance to apologize and also let you know what a great writer you are.
I’ve read more Negan stories than I care to admit. And while there are a lot of good writers and stories out there, there are only a couple writers whose stories I read faithfully. I’m loyal like that I guess lol. One day when my favorites hadn’t posted in a while and I wanted to read something new, I found your page and I was so happy when I did! Because your Negan stories are probably some of, if not the best, I’ve ever read! I felt like you captured Negan’s personality and feelings better than just about anyone else who’s written fan fiction about him. No joke, it felt like you were so tapped into him as a character that I often found myself wondering why the hell you weren’t writing for the show or comics. The words you wrote always felt like exactly something Negan would say and how he would feel.
Obviously the smut in your stories is hot (not gonna lie and say that wasn’t a big plus for me, it was lol!) but it was the way you told the stories that really got me so invested. I wish I could explain it better but you have a way of describing the characters, situations, places, etc. that transport me into the story; like I’m right there with these characters. For example, in Daddy’s Girl (again my favorite) I can perfectly picture Dahlia’s apartment, the Sanctuary Hotel, as well as the city; I could practically smell the city.
At times it felt intrusive, especially in those extremely angsty moments where the characters were having heated arguments. The chemistry between Dahlia and Negan was so good, I felt like they both gave as good as they took and in a lot of ways Negan had met his match. It also seemed like they were finally being real with each other, sharing a bit of their lives, which I was so excited to explore.
Of course I selfishly wish you would come back and finish off your series (Sweet Spot was also very good, although that one and Little Bird were just so sad but the writing was excellent!) but beyond that, I just want you to know how sorry I am if my excitement upset you. I also want you to know how talented a writer you are and I truly hope wherever you are in life, that you’re still writing in some capacity. It seemed like you really enjoyed it. So even if it’s just for you, I hope you’re still writing.
I know this might sound dramatic and cringy, I’m definitely cringing at my own self for writing this 🤦🏻♀️ but you made me feel something and not just because your stories are hot lol. And I’m sure you did the same for other people as well. What I’m trying to say in this ridiculously lengthy message, is that your stories provided an escapism that I desperately needed. Life is hard, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that, though I hope things are much better for you now. But I feel like we’re all going through it to some degree. And reading these stories when I have time for myself is the perfect way to shut out the bullshit, relax, and enjoy a great story.
Anyway, I can’t apologize enough for the length of this message and I’m sorry if I sound like some cringy fangirl. 😞 As I mentioned, I normally stop myself from reaching out to people and if you’re reading this I’m sure you’re thinking to yourself “yeah, I know why!” Hopefully not though. 😬
In any case, I truly hope this finds you well and if you don’t come back to tumblr, it would be a shame but I sincerely hope you’re still writing, whether as an outlet for yourself or if your sharing with others. And regardless if you come back to tumblr, thank you for the work you shared with us! ❤️
P.S. if this does find you and you ever need to talk, just know I’m here to listen. ❤️
First of all, PLEASE! Don’t you dare apologize. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. You are not insensitive. You are not pushy. You are not cringy. If I could express the immense amount of gratitude I feel in my heart right now?? Like, the sheer amount of love and appreciation I have for you??— I COULD SPIT! 😫 I shit you not, literally a day or so ago I was sitting in my room thinking about those messages you sent me. Yes, I read them a year ago and I wanted to write back but I was going through some shit. It was bad. (I’m good now. Don’t even sweat it.) Anyway, I thought about those messages a year later and I felt this tremendous guilt that I never replied. And as I thought of you I said, ‘I should try to reach out and say thank you at the very least but… nah idk they probably already moved on and deactivated their account. Get over yourself and move on.’ and so I didn’t log in. But it’s been on my mind so I log in and POOF! Here you are like a fucking cherubic, ethereal little angel. Like, are you fucking kidding me?? Ugh! 😍❤️
So now I want to apologize to YOU for not responding then when I should have. And I want to tell you how much this means to me. I have been writing but not like I want to (fuckin AI chat bots could neveerrrrr). And I have been considering coming back to Tumblr but I assumed there was nothing left to come back to. I was wrong. So wrong. And you just proved to me that it was all worth it. Even now. Even if you’re the only person that ever reads it, even if you’re the only friend I’m writing for, it would be an absolute privilege to continue writing for you. I owe it to you and those stories to finish them anyway. Granted, it may take me a moment to find my stride again because it’s been years but, yes. YES. I would be honored. Truly.
THANK YOU immensely. Please don’t ever question reaching out to me or any writer for that matter. Moments like this are rare but it is exactly why fanfic writers do this shit. Because of people like you. Please don’t feel like a bother. Please don’t worry that you’ve offended me in any capacity. I cannot express how far that is from the truth. You just made me so inexplicably happy. If I could hug you right now I’d squish the ever livin’ fuck outta you (with your consent of course)!!
Summary – Negan helps you relax after you've been studying for too many hours.
Note: It's ironic that the idea for this came from this week being one of the busiest I've ever had; and I still made time to write this😂 also I don't know nothing about medicine and my neurons are fried after my midterms.
NEGAN MASTERLIST
"What are you doing up?"
Negan's sleepy, yet angry voice made you jump up of your seat, your fingers slipping through the number of papers you were holding, some of them falling to the ground from the coffee table. He grunted at your tired and surprised gaze. "I thought I told you..." He checked the clock on the wall behind you, realizing it was already 4am. "...Three hours ago," he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "that you should go to sleep."
Yeah. Exactly three hours ago he had woken up from not feeling you in his arms, your side of the bed cold. He practically forced you to change into your PJs and made you promise you would go back to bed soon; but time went by too fast and your brain couldn't stop obsessively going over each one of your notes.
"You know I have to study." You mumbled, massaging the back of your neck.
"Yeah, and you've already read that thing over and over a million times." He sighed at your worried eyes still roaming over his stressed features. "Hell, baby, you are already the best doctor this place could ask for, c'mon."
Since Siddiq's passing, you hadn't done much more than study. He was killed before he could teach you all he knew, and now you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders; knowing how many wounded people would come back after today.
Your eyes went down to your papers again and you felt his gaze burning through your skull. "I'm talking to you. Look up to me." His voice was strong. It was an order.
Your jaw clenched at his tone, struggling to look up at him, your eyes were burning from the lack of sleep. After a slight, nervous gulp, you said: "What if I'm not prepared? What if I can't save someone?"
He side smiled sadly and shook his head, walking closer to you. The sky was starting to get brighter, and the low sky blue tone was getting in from the windows. You hadn't turn on the light in fear of waking him up. "You can't save everyone, baby. And that's not on you, that's just how things are." He explained, crouching on the floor in front of you, between your body and the coffee table that held all your books and notes. His eyes inspected your stubborn demeanor and let out a long sigh, not knowing what to do with you. "...Look, at least sleep until we have to leave."
You whined, rolling your eyes. "Even if I wanted to, I can't. I'm too stressed and can't get my mind to shut up."
His brows raised in realization. "Oh. You need to relax a bit?" He smiled to you, a devilish grin that you knew too well plastered on his lips.
"No. Not like that." You chuckled, shaking your head and laughing out loud when he sat next to you on the sofa and started kissing your neck playfully. "It tickles." You giggled, pushing him off you softly. "I have to read the rest of these." You tilted your head, signaling the few papers you had yet to memorize.
He hummed. "Mhm-mhm. Okay. Do that, then. I'll keep you company."
Looking up to him through your lashes, you finally nodded in defeat and grabbed your papers again, going over your notes on how to relieve internal bleeding and how to amputate an infected extremity. You quickly concentrated, the tired headache tumbling on your temple not enough to make you stop; the feeling of his fixed gaze on you either.
You wouldn't stop until each one of those masked people were dead. You had already lost too many people out of your stupidness. It wouldn't happen again.
Negan thought that you looked beautiful, even like this; well, probably more when you were like this. All tired, concentrated, in your own thing, so passionate about it that you wouldn't notice how you sucked on your bottom lip while trying to understand something. He could never retain as much information as you did in that beautiful, smart brain of yours and he admired you for that. It was like watching a fucking miracle taking place right in front of him.
He couldn't help but lowly smile as your lips moved, silently pronouncing key words you wanted to remember about. Still, he knew he had to find a way to get you to sleep, the strips of low light coming from the window reminding him that he, as well, had to get some sleep, save up every bit of energy for later.
Today, you all were leaving Alexandria to a hiding spot you were hoping wouldn't be found by The Whisperers, at least until you could find and kill Beta. Instantly after the plan was made, Daryl had warned you that there would probably be a large amount of wounded or amputated, and you'd have to be quick, take every general medicine and instruments that you thought you might need, and be cold about it if someone wouldn't be able to make it even with all the medical help in the world. That last part would be the hardest.
In any way, being sleepless wouldn't help nobody.
Negan's face lit up with an idea. If you couldn't sleep, he had to help. What kind of man would he be if he didn't help his girl?
Moving slowly and trusting you were too immersed in your papers to notice his movements, his warm hand roamed over your naked thigh, pushing up the hem of the big shirt you used as a PJs.
"...What are you doing?" You mumbled, eyes still glued to your notes, eyebrows furrowed.
"Nothing, baby." He whispered into your ear and kissed your temple. You shuddered at the proximity. "Just keep studying."
Just as he said those words, his fingers slipped into the insides of your thighs, tips sliding closer to your core and tingling on your skin. Out of instinct, your legs opened slightly to given him more space, blood rushing to your cheeks in realization. He hummed lightly in response, his hand moving up and feeling the texture of your cotton underwear.
Your breath started catching in your throat as your muscles tensed and you tried to keep reading with a clouded mind. He was so close, too close. You knew what he was doing and yet, you couldn't bring yourself to stop him, not yet.
He went on like that for a little longer, just barely touching your thighs, gripping the skin on your hips, his fingers slowly sliding closer to your core, only to once again leave it to pay attention to your inner thighs.
It was intoxicating. His movements were so intimate, felt like being touched with a rose, felt almost like you were being caressed like a princess. His gaze was still set on you, and you didn't want him to stop, already feeling less stressed.
It was good to have him touch you, it felt even better that he was touching your bare skin and not your clothes. This was right, just to be caressed carefully...
You flinched when you felt his fingers brush your crotch and heard him lick his lips with desire. "Negan, stop. I have to finish this u-oh..."
A small pant left your lips as he pushed your underwear to the side swiftly and his warm fingers met your core, so fast that you didn't stand a chance to stop him. Your body always answered to him, even when your mind didn't. You were wet, not soaked yet; but you'd be soon.
"Remember you said you memorize better when you repeat everything out loud?" He smirked, his fingers still as your head turned to him, forgetting about the papers you were still holding. You looked just as concentrated and worried as before, but the way your lips parted and your eyes narrowed let him know you were also pleading for his touch. You nodded. "Do it. Read for me, sweetheart." He requested as he moved the coffee table to the side and kneeled on the floor, licking his lips at the sight before him. Even when you pressed your legs together and moved your head no, the sight of your thighs and your tight underwear had his mouth watering. "C'mon. I wanna help you study." He smiled cockily, tongue playing with his teeth seductively and holding your knees with each hand, opening your legs easily as you let go. A damp spot in the middle of your pink underwear made him bite his bottom lip, shooting you a stern gaze that hid an order.
Your hands gripped the papers and you nodded at his silent indication, gulping to try and stop your mouth from watering at the expectation of what he was about to do. "Okay. Uh-..." You struggled to find the start of the sentence. He waited, preying and planting little, soft kisses on your thighs, his beard tickling the skin around and sending slight tingles up your spine. It felt like barely touching warm water, then cold air hitting that same spot and bringing goosebumps to your back. You started: "The procedure s-should be done..." You shifted your position as he pulled down your underwear and you raised your hips to help automatically, eliciting a low chuckle from him. "...with any sterile instrument you have in hand, preferably a-"
Your breath caught on your throat, choking on your words as he sank in without any warning. His warm breath hit your core and you felt his tongue linger over the sides of your pussy, going up and down in the start of a lapping, slow motion that made your insides clench around nothing.
You stopped breathing and your eyes closed, enjoying his touch on your most intimate area. He knew too well what to do with you.
His hand, still on your knee, pressed down on your skin to remind you of your instructions, careful, sparkling eyes looking up at you until you opened your lids. Panting at the sight of his mouth sucking lightly on your mound, you nodded too many times and struggled to look up at your paper. "...using an sterile scalpel. T-Then, remove the diseased tissue- and, ah..." You tried hard to keep on reading, but his tongue barely licking your entrance made you whimper. He felt so close to you and you loved it, and you damned your own body for being so weak against him. "... And any crushed bones, s-seal off, the blood vessels and nerves..." Your hips softly moved up, trying to get him to touch you exactly where you wanted.
He still wouldn't touch that little bundle of nerves you wanted him to. As much as he noticed what you were getting desperate for, he wanted to play with you for a little while.
He slowly became closer to that spot you so much desired him to touch, his tongue encircling it from every angle but not quite touching it yet. Your chest was going up and down at a medium pace, slow and quiet pants leaving your parted lips. "Shape as good a-as possible for- prosthesis and cover with-...fuck, Negan... Please."
One of your hands left the paper and held the back of his head, slightly pushing him further with a whimper.
He thought it was fucking hot to have your fingers tangled on his hair, trying to push him further into your pussy. It was so easy for him to make you squirm with his movements and it turned him on to know that you were so desperate for him already, when he had only started touching you minutes ago. The sound of your voice, high pitched and pleading, made him moan and sent vibrations through your skin, making your hips move again.
When his warm lips finally sucked lightly at that little bundle of nerves, your legs threatened to close and push him off you from the rush. He quickly stopped and leaned back, letting you see how wet with slick you had gotten his beard, your cheeks once again red with embarrassment. Instead, he licked his lips, unashamed and even cocky about it. "You know what happens if you close these beautiful legs again, right?"
You nodded, wide eyed with a pleading expression.
"First one's free but that's it, baby." He warned and you frantically nodded again, only wanting him to go back to licking you. He smirked. "Now spread these fucking thighs for me again. Yeah, baby. Just like that."
You bit your lip as you did as you were told, your hand gripping the papers tightly until the material was wrinkled.
He finally sunk back into your pussy and closed his eyes at your wetness, your delicious taste making his cock twitch in his pants. His lips had started sucking softly on your clit again, and he groaned at the sound of your quiet, urging moans.
You seemed to remember about your work, and you struggled to talk. "S-Stitch a-and check levels every- fuck, every hour. In c-case, ah!" You whimpered as he stopped sucking and his tongue moved from side to side slowly. "In c-case the skin doesn't heal p-properly-" your hips jerked as he once again lapped up at down your pussy, from the very bottom to your clit, where he circled it and sucked at it lightly. He repeated it too many times, making you squirm and force yourself not to close your legs. "... Provide, uh, a-antibiotics of sections, sections three or fi-five."
You were shaking a little, his determined, strong and knowingly movements sending small waves of pleasure through your legs, your arms, even your damn neck.
You tried to keep on reading, but your mind couldn't go over the first words and it was even harder to pronounce them properly, smashed sounds coming out in a sharp cry when his hands gripped your hips and pushed you closer to him with a grunt, sliding you over the seat, his frowned and concentrated expression letting you know it was okay to stop reading now. Letting go of the papers, you shook under the feeling of his tongue lapping hungrily at your pussy and his strong grip on your hips, reminding you who you belonged to everytime you shook and he helped you steady.
Your sleepless mind was dizzy, the headache you had now nowhere to be seen or heard. Small moans and pants left your lips as your hips moved along with him, your clit so sensitive that you swore every time he sucked at it, you could feel the start of your orgasm building.
He was just as lost in his senses as you. It felt so good to be surrounded by you, your legs on his shoulders, your pants and whimpers loud on his ears, your scent and taste driving him crazy. He wanted so bad to bury himself in you, to fuck you into oblivion right in that same position. He had to force himself not to. This was your moment and just seeing you jerking your hips like that, biting your bottom lip and your fingers lingering in his hair, it was enough satisfaction for him.
Your neck arched back, passion washing over you as you panted his name needly when his tongue moved over your clit faster. He always knew how to kiss you, how to lick you, how to finger you, exactly how to fuck you and how to make you cum. He knew your body too well, and his experience showed every time he circled your clit over and over.
With a devilish grin he separated slightly from you, enjoying the sight of your shaking chest and the way he could see your hardened nipples under your shirt. His eyebrows furrowed with want as soon as his eyes went down again, and your glistening entrance made him lick his lips again. You looked down, hands gripping tightly onto the sofa, trying to understand why he stopped when you were having the time of your life. You whined in protest, but the words you were about to say were stopped as his fingers met your lips.
Both index and middle finger claimed your mouth as you quickly understood what you had to do. Mewling around them and wetting them with your warm tongue wrapping around them over and over under Negan's fixed, turned on gaze; your insides pulsed with want and expectation for him to finger fuck you hard and fast.
"Fuck, baby." He groaned, relentlessly removing his fingers from your mouth with a slight pop. His pants were starting to get too tight, he was completely sure at that point that he was hard as a rock.
Easily kicking the table completely off the way, all your books and pens rolling around, you opened your legs wider over the sofa in a silent plead for him to do it already.
When he finally pressed both his fingers into you, he didn't give you time. A loud cry left your lips as his head sank between your legs again, lapping at your cunt while his long fingers moved inside your tight walls in a rocking motion, arching them deliciously and making his fingertips graze that exact spot that always made you squirm.
His other hand was still locked on your hip strongly and you moaned, gasping for air as he worked you over and over, licked your insides, sucked on your sensitive clit and his fingers fucked you, eliciting wet, sinful squelching noises that made you get even more turned on.
Your lips were parted, and moans came out like a velvet plead for him to make you cum. All your worries had disappeared, your mind not able to think about anything else but his name and the sudden need for release.
"T-there, please- ah!" You cried as his fingers fucked you harder, your insides throbbing around them. The way your voice broke made him groan and suck harder on your clit, his tongue lapping on it over and over again. The combination of those two exactly where you needed them made you feel the too known jolt of pleasure starting, your insides clenching and unclenching, your body completely hot, almost burning. "N-Negan..." You cried, your right hand once again tangling on his hair and bringing him impossibly closer to you, burying him in your pussy.
He groaned, unbothered and mostly even more turned on with your frantic pleads. He gasped for air for a second, then went back to suck and lick, lap and groan buried in your pussy, your scent and slick driving him crazy.
Your thighs started shaking, closing around his head with such a force that made him pant, the sound muffled by your pussy.
You hadn't noticed that you were still moaning his name over and over, your hips moving against him as you felt your orgasm so close you could practically taste it.
He kept on fucking you, his fingers deep inside of you, feeling how you were clenching warmly around them and moaning lowly at it. It felt like being buried in heaven, to have you so desperate, so close, so fucking needy for him that you couldn't even pronounce anything else but his name.
Your hips suddenly stilled, and you let out a small scream as your orgasm hit you. You were shaking, your thighs weak around his head, and his free hand had to grip you harder so you wouldn't fall off the sofa. It felt like butterflies coming out your skull, your stress leaving your body in waves of pleasure.
He licked softly around your clit, the muscle oversensitive and he didn't want to startle you. Carefully looking up to you, his fingers came out slowly in sync with your legs practically falling down from his shoulders.
Your eyes were closed, and your lips parted; but you still were able to make out the sound of him chuckling while wiping his mouth and beard with his forearm. "You okay, baby?" He asked, getting up, still holding your limp body.
"... Yeah." You barely whispered. You were so drained out of energy that couldn't even bring yourself to open your eyes. Too relaxed, your mind felt like it was out of this world.
He smiled at the sight, proud of his accomplishment and leaned down, his arms coming around you. You didn't move, too tired and relaxed to react at him picking you up.
Your head rested on the crook of his neck for the little trip, his heartbeat echoing in the distance as you fell asleep; not even feeling when he set you down on the bed and covered you with the sheets.
He laid next to you, smiling to himself while watching you sleep peacefully. He could still feel your scent on his beard and he loved it.
your fave is currently laying in his bed, face flushed and sweaty, chest heaving as he fucks into his fist while moaning your name and wondering what the weight of your body would feel like bouncing in his lap in rhythm of his pumps
Can we discuss how bad Greg abbot is though? And Ted Cruz? And Dan Patrick? Like I swear there’s a spin the bottle with texas politicians and whoever the bottle lands on says something stupid for the week. My god 🙄 I hope you’re doing good though! 💕
I know I’m super fuckin late to this but biiiiiiiiiitch that bottle is still fuckin spinning and I’m losing my fuckin mind every day!! I swear if the cost of living wasn’t so legit and it wouldn’t break my mother’s poor heart I would have packed my shit and blown this popsicle stand ages ago. On that note, I’m doin aight.😅 How about you, Queen? ❤️👑
I finally read little bird (it was in my bookmarks for months) and I loved the story but if you don’t mind I’m gonna pretend that last chapter didn’t happen. I foolishly thought they would get a happy ending. Now to read sweet spot and go through all over again!
First of all, *big fucking hugs* I’m sorry.😭💔 BUT if it helps I died a little writing it too. I’m so incredibly grateful for you and to hear that you enjoyed reading it despite my sadistic, angst loving ass. Thank you so, so much. I needed this encouragement more than you know.❤️
it’s only right that i bring this to people’s attention considering it might just be one of the best negan fics i’ve ever read, and i will die on this hill okay
You tryin to get your dick sucked? Cause that’s how you get your dick sucked. Or I mean we could just hug if that’s more your speed. Honestly though I am so grateful and humbled. My HEART!! I do not deserve you!!❤️😭
