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Summary: Negan & the reader share some personal time together before Negan opens up about his past.
Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Simon
Warnings: Smut, Swearing & Sad Talk–sort of
Notes: There is a bit of smut in this, but some of the chapter kind of follows the comics (Negan’s Past). I was exhausted when I did this, so if there are some grammatical errors, I sincerely apologize.
The hand on your shoulder felt as light as a feather compared to just how heavy your eyes felt. It took a moment to gather the strength to roll yourself over to face the source of your disturbed sleep, not that you could dare be angry with the man perched by your dimly lit bedside.
“There she is. How ya feelin’?”
Despite the pressure behind your eyes and immediate headache - maybe it just never went away? - you can’t help but smile when your eyes meet his. The candles on your cluttered bedside table are the only light you can even slightly tolerate, maybe more than just tolerate when you notice how the flickering orange illuminates his face so perfectly, and how the shadows move and dance around his features that soften as he watches the sleepy smile reach your eyes.
“Hmm, better if you’d just let me sleep.”
Daryl scoffs in response, placing a hand over his heart to feign offence, but the smirk on his face gives his act away and he mumbles something about ‘Doctors orders’.
Content Warnings: bodily fluids (feels silly to put this here considering the prompt lmao), mentions of oral sex + swallowing, mentions of unprotected sex
Word Count: 261
Author’s Note: Happy Smutty Sunday! Feeling uninspired atm so I wanted to give y’all a gift. This is a very short piece that I would feel guilty for sharing on Thirsty Thursday LOL so y’all are getting it today. Decided to participate in @cockslut-padalecki ’s Eleven Sentence Challenge and I wrote this pretty quickly but it took me a few tries with editing/revising to get it down to just 11 sentences. I thought I was losing my mind counting and recounting, it was so shard 😩 But in the end, my love (and probable excessive use) of commas, semicolons, and em dashes came through for me lol 🙌🏾 I used “Don’t ruin the sofa.”/ “I’ll just have to come inside you, then.” from her prompt list. Enjoyyyyyy 😈 / my beta @shamevillain says the last paragraph was a personal attack addressed directly to her and that brings me joy lololol / Gif by @jdmorganz
Negan is a possessive man; likes it to be known that what’s his, is his alone. That’s why he lives to claim you with his come, and he feels that sense of dominance and ownership no matter where he deposits it.
Enjoys spilling in your mouth, knowing whatever you consume after will be mixed with the taste of him. Drives him crazy when a little bit catches on your lip—evidence that you’ve just been sucking him off; uses his finger to gather and push it into your mouth so you get every last drop.
He'll rub it into your nipples if he releases on your breasts, using the head of his cock to spread it around, teasing both himself and you.
When it’s a quickie, or you’re fucking in a space that’s not your own, an exchange similar to this goes down: “Don’t ruin the sofa.”
“I’ll just have to come inside you, then.”
His favorite place; and he does, filling you to the brim with his seed, then watching it start to seep back out of you. He drags the head of his dick through your slick labia, then smacks it against your clit, relishing in the wet sound the action makes. He then quickly pulls up your panties and bottoms so he can watch you squirm at the feeling of impossible wetness. Smirks knowing you and him are the only two people aware that he’s just demolished your pussy and any chance of you being able to focus on what’s going on around you until you can change clothes.
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Inspired by the brave Ukrainian woman who told the invading Russian soldier “Put sunflower seeds in your pocket so that sunflowers will grow when you die here.”
Summary: Reader is the younger sister of Daryl Dixon and he is super protective of her. Over the years, reader has developed feelings for the one person they should not. Negan. To their surprise, Negan has feelings for them too but knows it’s a bad idea.
Word Count: 1974 Words
A/N: Hey all! Just some fluffy Negan for you all. I don’t really have much to say apart from enjoy! Feedback is most welcome and send requests through! :D
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The sun was shining over Alexandria, which was good because all there had been was rain and snow over the last couple of weeks. It had been a hard time for the crops to grow but now that there was sun, they were growing like they should be. A lot of them had to be replanted. You were walking through the gardens, making sure that everything was going well, until you saw Lydia being cornered by some of the boys that lived there.
You were about to head over there when someone else decided to step in. Negan told them all to bugger off and leave the poor girl alone. You had taken a liking to Lydia since she arrived and had kind of taken her under your wing. You would do anything to help her and protect her. You watched as the boys scattered off before heading over to them. Negan held out his hand for her to take, but Lydia just brushed it off.
“Hey, what happened?” you asked as you walked over to them. Lydia pushed herself from off the ground and wiped a couple of tears from her cheek that had escaped her eyes. You glanced up at Negan and saw that he had a worried look on his face.
“Just boys being assholes.” Lydia said as she brushed off the dirt on her jeans. “Thanks for that but I can take care of myself.” Lydia said as she turned away from you and turned to Negan. Negan looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it before closing his mouth. Lydia grabbed her gardening tool and walked off. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
“Thanks for stepping in. I’ve been trying to look out for her but I forgot how cruel teenagers can be.” you commented as you picked something up from the ground. It was a locket. You opened it up and saw that there was a photo of a woman and a younger Lydia inside it. You couldn’t help but smile at the photo of a younger Lydia.
“I’m sure you’re doing your best. I used to work with them before the world turned to shit, so I know how cruel they can be.” Negan commented as he looked out over to where those boys were. They were now shoving each other before one of them decided to tackle the other.
“Yeah well, I wish there was more that I can do. My brother refuses to let me go out there and help.” you said, letting out a small sigh. When this all started, you had gotten separated from your family, Daryl and Merle because you were working when it all happened. You never thought you would see them again. When Daryl turned up at the gates of Alexandria, you were surprised that he was still alive when he came through but you were happy to see him alive. When he told you Merle was dead, you weren’t surprised that he hadn’t gotten killed sooner and wasn’t sad to hear of his passing.
“Yeah well, your brother can be a bit of an asshole sometimes too.” Negan said but instantly regret what he just said but you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Negan said, giving you a small smile, which made your heart melt instantly. You had grown close to Negan over the last few years.
Daryl had also seen the way Negan looked at you and cornered him one day, warning him to stay away from you but of course, Negan wasn’t scared of Daryl and decided to ignore him. No one knew of your feelings towards Negan and you planned on keeping it that way.
“No, it’s fine and you’re right, Daryl can be a bit of an asshole sometimes.” you said as you glanced up at Negan. Your eyes met his and for a moment you just wanted to reach up and kiss him but you had to stop yourself. “I uh, should probably let you get back to work.” you said and before you could let Negan say anything, you headed off in the same direction that Lydia went. Negan watched you leave, mumbling to himself about how stupid he was to fall for someone like you.
Look I used to work with tow truck guys and they do not give a fuck. One time the Air Force was doing a recruiting stunt and they decided to bring a plane as like…a prop? I dunno and they parked it in a 20 minute loading zone and 21 minutes later my coworkers IMPOUNDED THE PLANE.
➳ a/n: here is chapter one of Chasing Anna. i hope you're ready!
➳ summary: Singer-songwriter, Tom Hiddleston desires a chase in his life. After his rather public split from another singer, he's in the midst of writing his next album. Having received an invitation to the Met Gala, he attends with no thought in mind of finding someone else. Anna Thomas, an uprising actress in Hollywood has always been a fan of Tom's music. Also a new guest at the Gala this year, she never expected to cross his path. It's a hot and heavy tale of summer love, as Tom and Anna soar their way through heightened press, big rumors, and a electric love unlike anything else. It's true what they say, when you really want something, the chase is worth it. In this case, Tom is chasing Anna.
➳ pairing: Singer!Tom Hiddleston x Actress!OFC!Anna Thomas
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Tom watched the city of New York pass him by from the car. Phone in hand, he was glancing between the screen and the scenery around him. They had passed the Rockefeller Plaza, twelve minutes remaining before the car appeared in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art where the grand night was being held. He readjusted the white bow tie, the tail of his black coat resting at fingertips length. He took one more look at himself in the mirror and gently pushed his fingers through his blonde wisps, blue eyes ablaze.
“Nervous?” Luke, Tom’s darling publicist laughed from the other side of the backseat. Tom slowly lifted his eyes and turned toward him with a generous smile, shaking his head.
“I just wasn’t expecting to be invited, you know? I feel like I’ve… made it? I don’t know,” The Brit laughed quietly, inhaling sharply. Tom was working on his newest album, the roaring fan base prepared for the singer-songwriter’s newest tracks. He was a hopeless romantic and although people oftentimes claimed he and Ed Sheeran must use the same muse, Tom differentiated his works greatly. His tender voice with a rugged edge truly enhanced his music, and the addition of him mastering all instruments with guitar and piano being his favorite, he was unique. Luke chuckled, looking at his friend.
“You deserve it, Tom,” He assured him.
While the car lurched forward to bring the singer toward the Met Gala, there was one particular female interest on the way. She donned a lavender gown which was bedazzled, her dark brown hair styled to drop down her back. The gown hugged her figure, her tanned skin exposed with a high-slit. Actress Anna Thomas was attending her first-ever Met Gala and the nerves were rampant. Her representatives, one of which happened to be her wonderful best friend, Emma, smiled at her.
“You look stunning, Anna,” She told her, resting a hand on the young girl’s shoulder. She had entered the scene through her 2014 movie, Vampire Academy. Anna had dabbled in romantic comedies alongside Channing Tatum and Chris Evans, not to mention she played the love interest of top-singer Ed Sheeran in his Perfect music video. She was still gathering her feet in the acting world with minor roles which would lead to her explosive take-off, but she was flabbergasted the moment she received an invite to the Met Gala. It was the last thing she expected to ever reach her, but here she sat in the town car.
As both cars carrying the singer and actress appeared at the astonishing museum, the press was at the ready to capture photographs. Tom’s car appeared first. He stepped out and soon made his way down the walkway, cameras flashing. He could hear the sounds of fans cheering for him on the outskirts as they obtained a small glimmer of the pop sensation. He flashed a wide smile, his pearly whites exposed. He felt the rush go to his head. This was unlike any award show or concert he had ever been a part of. Clasping his hands together, more people began to appear, Tom carefully making his way down the red carpet.
Anna was next. “ANNA!” Someone called out. Her head whipped around when the press was granted the view of her. Her eyes widened when she saw the cameras and flash photography, her smile inching. She was led down the line and posed at a certain area for pictures. Her sleeves were long, although her shoulders were exposed. She had song lyrics tattooed around her arm to a popular love song that made her believe falling in love was real. Her green eyes soaked in the sight as she licked her lips and rested her hands on her hips.
She was then pushed into the museum and people were gathered to their seats. She gazed around and saw the stage meant for the live music with special performances coming from certain singers. She was honored to even be standing in this very building. She had dreamed of attending a Met Gala one day, not knowing it would come sooner rather than later in her career. Many of Hollywood’s elite approached her, basking in the glow that Anna delivered. She was indeed an outgoing individual with a true heart of gold. She loved meeting new faces and as the night pressed on, she never knew her night would change drastically.
A few hours into the party, popular songs started to play with which she was very familiar. Her green eyes lit up with happiness, ABBA’s Dancing Queen flooding the room. She pushed her way out of her seat and started to sway back and forth, laughter erupting from her lungs. Across the table, settled a few spots away sat Tom who watched the dark-haired beauty. His blue eyes were set, Luke noticing the flicker in his eye. Tom had recently gotten out of a very public split with major singer-songwriter, Taylor Swift.
He met her through a few friends who were adamant the pair meet, especially for her known love of London boys. The couple hit it off almost immediately, but before Tom knew it, it crashed and burned right before his very eyes… and the next thing he knew, he was the victim of another hit song. Getaway Car was blasted on radio stations across the world and downloaded onto people's phones, his utter demise heard like a shot around the world.
“Tom,” Luke said warningly, watching as the England native stood to his feet. Smoothing out the fabric of his suit, he refrained from saying a word. Instead, he approached the dancing queen and struck a smile.
“Well, aren’t you having fun, Darling?” His voice called out over the music. Anna turned at the sound of someone’s voice, her eyes lifting to meet a pair of oceanic blues. Although her heels offered her a boost in height, she still wasn’t capable of meeting his nose. Her heart leaped into her throat when she suddenly realized just who this man was. She had his song lyrics tattooed around her arm.
“Tom Hiddleston?” She laughed, unsure if she was dreaming. She thought momentarily about pinching herself, but the second his eyes brightened upon the sound of his name, Anna knew it was him in the flesh. Tom knew she had a familiar face and while his eyes grazed over her clothed skin, watching as the lavender sequins sparkled beneath the strobe of lights, he was sifting through names. Rolling his tongue into the roof of his mouth, he was already swaying his hips from side to side as he struck a conversation.
“Anna Thomas, correct?” He narrowed his eyes, praying to the heavens above that he was right. Anna’s cheeks immediately burned and she was thankful she wore blush to cover the heat. She nodded her head, brown hair swishing across her back with each move. Tom had started to reach his hand forward, Anna immediately setting it in his large palm.
“Oh my God, you’re like… My favorite singer. I’m trying really hard not to fangirl right now,” Anna laughed, staring down at her feet. Tom threw his head back with a tender laugh as he twirled Anna in a circle. She squealed, the beat of the song picking up. People had started to move to the side as they saw the coupled pair take dominance, Tom leading Anna into new heights. The wavering scent of his cologne filled her airways and she was captivated immensely. She wanted nothing more than to remain enveloped in his arms the second he pulled her flush to his chest. She was laughing wildly as Tom spun her back around, his eyes staring deep into hers.
“This your first Met Gala?” He asked, holding onto her hands as they danced. She laughed, nodding her head.
“Yeah, and I’m a nervous wreck. I feel like one wrong move and I’ll become an embarrassment.” She smirked. Tom smiled down at her, in complete agreement.
“I get that,” He chuckled. “I’ve been in the music industry for the last twelve years and I’m shocked I’m here.”
Another song came on and Anna threw her hands in the air. “I LOVE this one!” She exclaimed. It was a familiar Pitbull song, Timber. Tom watched as the bubbling firework erupted, sparks flying. Blue eyes met emerald orbs and he suddenly saw her begin twirling him. Her hips moved at a violent pace, Tom’s tongue pushing into the side of his cheek as he saw various phones start filming the encounter.
A wicked grin plastered his face as he rested his hands on Anna’s hips while she swung her arms across his neck. He pulled her in close, their chests touching. Her sweet, floral perfume encased Tom’s senses and he could’ve fallen into a pool made of her. He dipped her low, his hand resting on her thigh which made Anna’s heart jump. She bit down on her lip as his warm fingertips glided across the exposed skin, their eyes heavily centered on the other.
As the song came to an end and Tom lifted the actress upright, she watched him with a wild look in her eye.
