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@negansmutweek
Wow! I need a smutty one shot of negan saying 'I just slipped my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it'
I'm pretty sure there are at least half a dozen of those in existence. Check out the tag, yo. It's probably one of the most used Negan lines in ficdom. And I love it. Thanks Nonnie!
Now listen here you little shit one tiny kudos does not fully express the how I feel when I read a good fanfic and I am no where near being able to express in words the shear heartbreak or pure happiness that these authors can make me feel so let me send another fucking kudos
Truth! ^^^
GUESS WHO IS GOING TO THE WALKING DEAD PREMIERE?!? To say I am excited is an understatement. It’s going to be a circus of awesome. I had to sign something saying I can’t post on social media during the event, but I’ll definitely take pics and rep the squad. :waves at Neffrey:
Sorry I haven't been around, dolls. Working out a smut event soon, but i, *have plans* Sunday Night!!!!!
Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Negan for The Walking Dead Season 8
Oh. Hello.
Also, long time no see Tumblr. Sorry to be away for so long. Hope everyone is doing well.
Looking forward to catching up on fic and planning a #NeganSmutWeek in preparation for the upcoming season.
Come say hi.
Sorry for the extended hiatus, Dolls. Hope everyone is doing well and hopefully ready to write some smutty smut smut in preparation of Season 8!!!
Well Hello There
Hello Darlings! It's been a while... I hope everyone is having a super sexy hiatus...
I think we might be overdue for a smut week or weekend???
What do y’all think?
I’m thinking perhaps mid-July ish... Does that give everyone enough time to prepare their minds, bodies and word documents?
Let me know...
Happy birthday to this precious babe!!!
Love this!!!
Happy Smut Weekend!
I finished this little diddy just in time! I’m sorry that I can’t tag anyone because I’m at work and I’m lucky that I can get this uploaded!
Foul Mouthed
Negan sat at his desk going over some papers.
He had returned the following night with a truck load of books after raiding a library. I was over the moon, getting to go through them, taking the ones I wanted while the other books went out to the community.
“Fuckin’ hell! Y/N, what the fuck does this say!?” Negan asked, squinting at the paper.
I rolled my eyes, getting up from my spot on the floor. I weaved in and out of the stacks of books to get to his desk.
“Negan, if you’d wear your glasses you’d be able to see it, Honey.” I said, leaning over his shoulder.
“Yeah, well, I can’t find the bastards, so.” He grumbled.
I sighed, opening the drawer to his left. There, his black framed glasses sat. I picked them up, putting them on his nose, giving him a kiss.
He grinned, shrugging, “Thank you.”
I winked at him and turned back to the paper. I squinted myself, not able to read the chicken scratch.
“I have no clue.” I laughed.
“Go back over to your books, you worm.” Negan teased, poking my side.
I leaned away from him, laughing. When I turned to walk around his desk, my foot jammed against the claw of it.
I growled, the pain radiating up my leg.
“Fuckity fuckfuckfuck!” I cursed.
I slapped a hand over my mouth and looked over at Negan.
His eyes were wide and a grin on his face. He slowly looked up and belted out a belly laugh, “Well look at that fuckin’ shit! The mouth on my girl!”
He held his hand out, motioning me back over to him.
I limped back over, sitting on his desk, my feet in his lap.
“Never thought I’d see the day!”
I whined, my cheeks bright red, “Don’t laugh, Negan. That shit hurt.”
He grunted, rubbing my ankle and that’s when I noticed the tent in his pants.
I raised a brow, “Seriously?”
He scoffed, “Well, fuckin’ duh Darlin’. I’ve never heard one goddamn foul word leave that mouth before.”
I hissed when his thumb rubbed over the spot. “Damnit Negan!”
He chuckled, running his hands up my legs, “Say something else, Darlin’.”
Negan slowly stood the higher his hands went up my thighs, “Come on, let me hear that mouth.” He whispered.
When I felt his finger tips dip in to the hem of my panties, I gasped, tilting my head back, “Shit…”
He hummed, leaving wet kisses on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding his head gently to my neck as he sucked hard on the delicate skin, “Fuck,”
The small patch of skin made a small pop sound as his teeth let go, “That’s it Darlin’.”
His long fingers ran up and down my lower lips, spreading the moister before dipping deeply in to me.
“Oh hell,”
Negan slowly removed his middle finger, circling it around my clit, teasing me, “Now you can do better than that,” his other hand fisted my hair, holding me still as he attacked my lips with a dominating kiss.
I moaned, holding myself up, my palms slipping on the desk.
Negan pulled back, resting his forehead on mine, staring in to my eyes, “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his eyes heavy lidded.
I panted, licking my lips, “I want you to,” I swallowed, gathering the gumption to say the words.
I felt his finger dip back in to me, spurring me on, “Oh shit… I want you to fuck me… so slow.”
I’d never seen Negan move so fast before. He had his belt undone and pants around his ankles in no time flat.
He lifted me so that I rested on the edge of the desk and did just what I asked.
His shoulders were bunched as he slowly slid in to me. My hands held my torso up, leaning me back slightly.
He rolled his hips, finally burying himself in me to the hilt. Negan had to breathe deeply to gain some sort of ground.
“You’re goin’ to have me bustin’ a nut like some teen, Darlin’.” He growled.
I could feel him twitching inside of me, “If you don’t fucking move Negan,” I moaned, warning him.
Slowly he pulled out, the head of his hard length still inside of me, before snapping his hips forward.
He kept the pace slow, but hard and it was just what I wanted.
Taking his hand, he placed it around my neck, gently pulling me up to him. He kissed me, his tounge tasting my lips.
“Come on baby, let me hear you.” He said, against my lips.
He thrusted hard one last time, staying buried within me. With one hand on my neck and the other on the small of my back, he rocked his hips, his pelvis creating a delicious friction with mine.
I could feel myself reaching completion, but I needed to feel him move more than what he was, “Fuck… Just fuck me Negan!” I whined.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he laughed.
His hand tightened slightly on my neck as he began to thrust fast, sending me over the edge.
I threw my head back, moaning so loudly that it echoed in the room.
Negan’s thrusts became unpredictable as he came hard, “Goddamn, baby!” He groaned, his thrusts slowing.
Running his hand down my torso, he held himself up by placing his hands next to my hips.
Our chests heaved, small shocks coursing through our bodies.
Negan was still inside me as he gathered me up and sat down in his chair, me in his lap.
We sat there, petting one another, enjoying the sound of the grandfather clock ticking.
This was one hell of a way to spend the afternoon.
Super super sexy!!!
Happy Birthday Jeffrey Dean Morgan \ April 22, 1966
Open It
Title: Open It
Characters: Negan x You/Reader
Synopsis: You get shit-faced drunk on Negan’s birthday.
Warnings: NSFW, smut!
Note: Here’s my smut for @negansmutweek JDM birthday celebration! Not entire happy with it (but then again, when was I ever satisfied with my fics lmao) but I hope y’all enjoy this! xoxo
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You opened your eyes and was met by a surreal blur, match that with an extreme headache with a side of sore throat. Scrunching your face, you let out a groan as you turned to your side to find a more comfortable position on the bed. And then it hit you— you weren’t in your room. You sat up almost too quickly, forgetting about the horrible hangover you woke up to.
“Fuck!” you hissed as you held your head in both your hands.
When you relaxed a tiny bit, you took it as a chance to look around the place. You were sitting on a king-sized bed with clean white sheets. There was a couch across from you, a drawer and cabinet leaning against the wall and a couple more pieces of furniture that somehow gave you an idea whose room you were in. Your heart pounded heavily against your ribcage and your headache grew a hundred times worse when you remembered getting really shit-faced drunk on your boss’ birthday. You looked down and let out a small gasp when you noticed that you were bra-less and was only clad in a loose, grey shirt and just your undies.
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Ho Ho Ho.... A sexy and adorably embarrassing seduction of the birthday boy!!!! Thank you!!!!
Wake Up, Dollface
Since I was summoned, this sounded too good to pass up, I could meet the deadline, and I wanted to celebrate somehow, I’ve got a contribution to the @negansmutweek JDM/Negan birthday bash. *throws confetti* This one would ordinarily still be in the editing stages, as it’s kinda rough and unpolished, but I don’t think I did too bad…
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What a day.
I sat down on the edge of my bed and kicked off my shoes, sighing with relief. God, what a long, long day. It took a lot of work to keep the Sanctuary going and everyone had a job to do, from the laborers like me working their asses off for points to the Saviors themselves, Negan’s men, reporting only to him.
He had been out holding court today. I’d seen him surrounded by his subordinates, that baseball bat propped over his shoulder. It was the first time I’d seen him clearly; the customary leather jacket was gone and even at a distance I could see muscular arms and broad shoulders. He reminded me of a large jungle cat, powerful and graceful, every movement exuding the confidence of someone fully aware he was the alpha. I paused in my work, filling my eyes with him, the charming smile, the cocky manner, everything.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I reached down and pulled off my socks, stuffing them into my shoes so I could find them in the morning, recalling the sound of his laugh echoing briefly in my ears as he talked with his men and the way the hem of his t-shirt kept riding up, exposing his flat stomach and hinting at abs, a trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. He had skipped shaving that morning, judging by the shadow of stubble along his jaw, but his hair was slicked back neatly, dark again but peppered with gray. He turned his head and I saw the planes and contours of his face, animated and good-humored, but I also knew some of what lay beneath, through word of mouth and eyewitness accounts. He was beautiful, he was dangerous…
He was magnificent.
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Oh, my goodness! This was so fucking hot woman!!! So happy you popped your Negan cherry!!! Thank you for getting this out and getting us off with some hot b day smut!!! Cc @negans-network
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JDM Negan B day Aesthetic
Happy Birthday, Negan
Pairing: Negan x Reader
Word Count: 550
Beta: @raspberrymama
A/N: This was written for the JDM Birthday Celebration!.Jeffrey Dean Morgan turns 51st on April 22nd. Happy birthday! Just to be clear, I don’t condone everything Negan does. I do love JDM and his portrayal of Negan. JDM is hot and so is the flawed Alpha male, Negan. :D Daddy kink here, referenced lightly. SMUT. No hate mail necessary, don’t like don’t read.
You were too good for Negan but you said yes to being his wife, yes to everything. It still amazed him to this day that he got you as a wife. You were a kind, good-hearted person. The darker world around you didn’t taint you yet. You still had a wide-eyed innocence about you. You would go into burning buildings to save kids or go all out on a zombie-killing rampage for a lost puppy. He wasn’t sure how you could love him but he sure felt blessed that you did. You were his sweet little angel and he was your “Daddy.” Negan was very protective of you and insisted you have a security detail with you at all times.
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Love this!!! Super sexy and naughty!!!
Happy Birthday Jeffrey! 💞
Black Cupcakes (Negan x Reader) - For @strangersangel9′s JDM Birthday Celebration!
Word Count: 1,630 Genre: Smut Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan Pairings: Negan x Reader Rating: Explicit AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10696854 Warnings: Language. Oral Sex. Vaginal Sex. Mentions of zombies. Mentions of death. Tagging: @ali-pennell @awayoflife @casifer-fan @cherieann-2001 @daintyunicorn @fangirlindenial @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @hannigrammatic @i-am-a-rabbit-hearted-girl @ifoundmydirection @jaz-047 @kaitlinlexieporrini @ladylorelitany @loveforfilm @magikat409 @manic-mamma @memphisgirl1977 @miiraal @mwesterfeld1985 @myheart4ever47 @negans-network @negansmutweek @owtsydedbox @prettyepiic @squid-from-mirkwood @starshinesupergirl @succubussass @talldarkandwinchester @thewalkingdeadbabe @toxic-ink @trashforwinchesters Summary: Written for @strangersangel9’s JDM Birthday Celebration! It’s Negan’s birthday and you have baked him a batch of cupcakes complete with black-as-ink icing! When he takes you (and a cupcake) back to his bedroom, things get sweet and messy! “Fuck, honey. What is this?” Negan entered the kitchen of the Sanctuary just as you put the finishing touch of black icing on his birthday cupcakes. It took just about every drop of food coloring that you could scrounge up from the pantry, but you knew he would appreciate the color scheme. “Happy Birthday, Negan. I really hope you like them.” A glimmer of sweetness flashed over his face as he made fleeting eye contact with you. It wasn’t like him to look away. He was more the type to invade your personal space and stare you down while he grilled you about one thing or another. But this gesture had him flattered yet uncomfortable. You wondered why. You crossed to the other side of the counter and wrapped your arms around his waist, on top of his gray T-shirt but underneath his leather jacket. He felt warm and you snuggled into his coziness. “What’s the matter, Negan?”
“It’s nothing.” He cleared his throat, plastered a big smile on his face, and grabbed one of your yummy treats. “These look goddamn delicious!” He took a giant bite, nearly half the cupcake in one gobble, and came away from it with black frosting and pink cake crumbs all over his stubble. You laughed at him and he laughed with you. He let you take a damp kitchen towel and wipe his face, and you followed that with a trail of soft kisses down the deep dimple on his cheek. He followed suit, trailing passionate kisses down your neck, attempting to dive lower into your cleavage. “Ah-ah-ah,” you interrupted his plundering. “Not yet. Your dirty girl has got to get this kitchen cleaned up before we celebrate this bad boy’s birthday!” “My princess will do no such thing. Hold on a second.” He walked over to the swinging doors of the kitchen and poked his head out. “Oh, Eugene! A little help in here?” Eugene appeared a moment later, serious as ever. “How may I be of assistance, Negan?” Negan rubbed his palms together with a smile. “Well, Eugene, as it happens, today is my birthday. My beautiful girl here has made me cupcakes, but those aren’t the only fucking cakes I’d like to get a firm grip on right now.” You blushed. The man had a way with words. Eugene’s expression remained unchanged. “Understood, Negan, but if you don’t mind my asking, what in the world does this have to do with me?” Negan patted Eugene on the back. “Well, buddy boy, my girl wants a clean kitchen before I sweep her away to my private quarters. I don’t want her to tend to such menial tasks. And I certainly do not fucking want to clean up this mess myself. Especially not on my birthday.” “Say no more, Negan. You two retire to your sleeping quarters and I will have this place hunky-dunky and fully operational ASAP.” You and Negan both stifled laughs at Eugene’s wording, which was typical for him but still unusual to you. “Thank you, Eugene,” you told him with kindness and incredulousness mixed together. “It’s no trouble. I cannot abide a reality where a sweet lady like yourself has to clean up this mess. Now let me get to it. Tick-tick-click, easy-peasy.” He began wiping the counter and then paused. “Are you going to eat these cupcakes?” You giggled. “Help yourself, Eugene.” “Actually,” Negan interrupted, “maybe just one.” He swiped one with one hand and grabbed your hand with the other, leading you out the double doors and down the hall to his black and gray lair. You walked hand-in-hand, suppressing schoolgirl giddiness as he looked you up and down. Things were still quite new between you, and though you were just one of his many wives, you knew that each woman had a unique connection with him and you appreciated yours. You were good to each other and good for each other. The big bad wolf was pretty sweet when yours were the only eyes on him. Back in his bedroom, he set the cupcake down on the nightstand, clicked the door shut, and bolted the lock. He leered at you playfully, palming the bulge in his pants, and then he walked over to the windows to draw the blinds closed. “We need complete fucking privacy for this little birthday party,” he said. While he busied himself pouring a couple of glasses of scotch, still facing away from you, you slipped out of your dress to reveal a strappy black teddy that you could hardly wait for him to peel off of you. You picked up the cupcake and held it like you were a model on a TV game show, as if the cupcake was his grand prize, though you knew that your body was his ultimate desire. You knew him well enough to know that he wanted to incorporate your sweet treats into the night’s lovemaking, so why not get the jump on him and surprise him with a little extra sugar? He turned around with his mouth open, about to speak, but when he saw you standing there in your lingerie, his jaw simply dropped lower. Then he found his voice. “Jesus fucking Christ, you really know how to wish a guy a happy birthday!” A smile spread across your face and you crossed the room to approach him, cupcake still in hand. “Sit on the couch and unzip your pants, birthday boy,” you commanded him. He complied immediately, pulling his engorged cock out and pumping it hard. But he needed no priming. He was ready to go. You got down on your knees in front of him. “You want me to blow out your candle?” He visibly shuddered with pleasure at your suggestion, nodding his head and biting his lower lip. You dragged your finger through the black icing on the cupcake and smeared a thick dollop of it onto the head of his dick. “Ohhh, fuck,” he vocalized as you drew closer to it, ready to lick the frosting off. As your tongue swirled around the tip and you took the frosting into your mouth along with the first several inches of his manhood, he threw his head back and moaned a low, guttural growl. You swallowed the whipped cream frosting and tasted its sugary sweetness mixed with his precum and sweat. “Mmm, you taste so good, Daddy.” You bobbed your head up and down, taking his length nearly all the way, until he hit the back of your throat. He was grunting, frustrated. He wanted more. “I want to taste you.” He commanded you, “Get on the bed!” Never one to disobey an order, you smiled and bounded over to his massive bed. You were thankful for his black sheets because he was headed toward you, cupcake in hand, and you knew things were about to get messy. “Mmm, let me unwrap my present,” he said as he slipped a finger beneath your black straps and pulled your lingerie off in one smooth movement. It took you an hour to get ready and it took him less than a second to have you naked. You had used your finger to smear the icing on his naughty bits, but he took the direct route, pressing the top of the cupcake into your nipples and covering them with a thick coating of the black-as-ink frosting. He then dove in for a taste of the sweetness, sucking it off with gusto, leaving you moaning and breathless. He traveled lower, taking a fingertip full of the frosting and rubbing it onto your swollen pink clit. He licked it off, twirling his tongue around your happy little bud, feeling your body bloom with pleasure. “Oh, baby doll, who needs cupcakes when you taste so sweet?” He smiled up at you, flashing those blinding white teeth. God, he was gorgeous. He climbed up on top of you, positioning himself perfectly between your thighs. You beckoned him, “Please, Negan. Please fuck me. My pussy is your birthday present.” He groaned in pleasure at your words and he slipped inside so easily since you were dripping with wetness. He thrust hard into you, watching you writhe with sensual joy, hitting all the right spots until you hit your own high note of ecstasy. Finally, after you were completely satisfied, he pulled out and looked you in the eye while he pumped his cock with his hand. “Where do you fucking want it, darling?” Without hesitation, you answered, “In my mouth.” He let go in a rush of warmth and contentment, filling your mouth with a generous amount of sweet but salty jizz. You loved the taste of him. The taste of his utter joy. As he lay down next to you and you snuggled into his arms, you remembered his earlier hesitation when you presented him with the goodies you baked for his special day. “Negan, you didn’t mind that I baked for your birthday, did you? You seemed so quiet at first. And you are not a quiet man,” you laughed gently. “Ah, no, darlin’. It was fuckin’ sweet of you. It just reminded me of the good old days with my wife, Lucille, before the walkers came and took her from me. You remind me a lot of her. You’ve made me very happy.” A single tear rolled down his rough cheek and you kissed it away. Few people since the apocalypse had ever seen him this vulnerable and you felt fortunate that he let you get this close. You were tempted to say those three little words, but you knew it was much too soon, and he may never let you get that close. Just knowing he was happy tonight would have to be enough.
Love love love!!!!!
I am JDM'S birthday twin and I was wondering if someone would do a one shot for me with JDM, NEGAN,OR JOHN. It doesn't have to be long or even smutty just a birthday one. Thanks
Hi Doll! I don't do requests but I'd be happy to spread the word! Somebody rad needs to help out this birthday gal with some sexy smutiness! Throwing this to @negans-network to help out as well. Happy Birthday!!!! Xoxoxo
But for Jeff's birthday, do we have to write JDM smut or Negan smut? I'm confused
Hi Nonnie, Sorry for the confusion. I don't write Real Person Fiction, so I'm encouraging people to write Negan FanFiction in honor of JDM's b-day. It was suggested that we use JDM's b-day as Negan's "unofficial" B day and celebrate by writing some Negan one shots that may be birthday themed. You can also draw, or write a poem, make a Moodboard or photo collage, come up with an imagine or head canon, or anything else to celebrate JDM's b-day by highlighting one of his most iconic characters, Negan. If Negan isn't your thing, I'm sure there are other JDM groups that will be celebrating JDM's b-day in their own ways as well. But since I run a blog called Negan Smut Week, I figured, why not shower the world with some Negan Smut this weekend? Hope that helps! Xoxo
JDM Birthday Celebration!
Hi Dolls! I apologize for being under the radar for so long, but it's been a busy couple of months. This hiatus until October is going to be a long and winding road and I know we will need some smut fests to keep us occupied. As I plan and plot for our next full smut week, what would y'all think of a JDM B Day bash? JDM turns 51 on April 22nd. So in honor of that, let's have a smutty weekend filled with one shots about ahem, blowing out the birthday candles and licking off the frosting. Short and sweet! Extra points for word counts with multiples of 51! (510 words, as an example) We'll make Negan's unofficial birthday the same day, how about it? Tags to use: #HappyBDayJDM #Negansmutweekend #NegansBday #negan's thirst squad and of course, tag @negans-network and @negansmutweek
