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Meeting you again

Hey, cuties ! Yep, anoter bad fanfic written by me. An idea that I had by seeing again few moments of Solace. I’m so in love with Joe Merriweather. Therefore, you’ll have a lot of ff with him ! xP

Summary : “After all of this time, do you think I can really remember ?” “Maybe not now. It can be in days, in weeks, hell in months ! But I’m sure you’ll”.

Ships : Joe Merriweather x Female! Reader

Words : 2660

Warnings : Curses

Parts : 1/?

Tag : @heartfulloffandoms - @itsneganslucille - @negans-network - @ali-pennell - @backseat-negan - @autumnjade22​ - @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff​ (Maybe it can interested you 😋)

Before beginning, I’m sending a lot of love and support to @heartfulloffandoms who went through of too much hate (those assholes.. Don’t touch my dear and lovely friend 😡). Remember that I’m here, that you’re one of the best people I met on Tumblr. You’re so kind, adorable and talented. My dash is illuminated by your hard and amazing work and I’m always happy to see it, to talk with you. I love ya, sweety ! 💗💗😘 (Go to her blog and send her a lot of love and kindness, please !!)

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The constant hubbub in the bar bungled your eardrums and your migraine became more and more unbearable. Still, you sat flabbily on your chair, your head collapsed on the counter, a glass half filled in your hand. It was your fifth glass of vodka. In bad mood and an urgent need to release you, you had chosen one of the strongest alcohols, insisting heavily when the waiter had tried to dissuade you, advancing as arguments that alone, you’ll not reach your house, and that it would be a bad idea to drive in this state. In the end, he had given up and had continued to serve you every time you asked. Alcohol burned your throat when you swallowed it, creating a fire in you and rising considerably the heat in your body. With the noise of conversations, chairs scraping the floor, and loud music over you, all that was stretching your brain. And alcohol didn’t help at all. But you didn’t care. All you wanted was to forget this evening which was without a doubt the worst of your life. Maybe you exaggerated a bit. You had not lost everything, either. But you had certainly taken a hell of a blow that always shook you after an hour of the painful revelation. This bar on the corner of the street near your home was the only place you'd thought of to escape. And instead of keeping your calm and trying to settle the situation as you always did, you preferred to dive into the comfort of these addictive drinks. It was a bad idea. It was against your principles. But tonight, you had nothing more to do. Your only wish was that everyone leaves you in peace to temporarily forget these last events. Your hand still holding firmly your glass, you raised your heavy head to the buzzing mind to let your eyes wander the room with an indifferent glance. The place was filled. It was normal. It was the weekend. On saturday, on top of that. The day everyone went out to relax after a tiring week to work for long hours. Men were playing in the machines at the corner of the room, others were filtring  women with short, tight-fitting dresses, which giggled like chickens. Groups of friends, couples, regulars. We found everything here. Many heads seemed familiar to you, you didn’t know why. You only came here once. Maybe it was the effect of vodka that blurred your senses.

You carried your glass to your lips and quickly swallowed the liquid that again inflamed your throat. This one painful, you rest violently your glass on the counter, waving to the waiter not far from you. He sighed, already knowing what you wanted. And having no longer the will to stop you, he took the bottle and poured the transparent liquid. You thank him vaguely with the head, each oneo f you on the point of resuming their activity. When suddenly someone took you by surprise by pulling your glass out of your hands. You blinked, stupidly fixing your hand before raising your reproving eyes towards the culprit. “Who the fuck you think you’re ?” Your voice pronounced with difficulty, your vocal cords still under the shock of the high temperature of the alcohol that you hadn’t stopped drinking for sixty minutes. “A good guy who prevents you from continuing your bullshit”, pronounced the said culprit. You analyzed the man standing near you. With a decadent appearance, his black hair, untidy, his eyes of a deep-hazelnut-green, spoiled by enormous pockets beneath them, describiding an exhausted face. The wrinkles on his face showed that he was of advanced age, yet he was of a charisma almost disturbing, his serious expression of a few seconds ago replaced with a smirk. His obvious cheekbones and his peppery beard fit perfectly with the rest of his face. His bare blue shirt unbuttoned to the third button, hid a sturdy body with square shoulders and muscular arms, leaving you guessed that this tall and slender man took special care of his body. A hand in his pocket, his smile faded and his eyes hanging on to yours stood out and turned to the waiter, who tetanized on the spot in front of the menacing glance that the unknown was sending him.

“As the server and owner of this bar, Your customers’ safety and health is paramount”. “Ho-How do you know that I-?” “The label attached to your shirt, dumbass”, interrupted the other. “Who are you talking to people like that ? And then, it was I who asked him to serve me”, you spat suddenly. You got up from the chair, your legs flailing, the latter struggling to support your weight. He frowned, letting your finger crash on his hairy chest when you found your balance. “Gimme me back my glass and get outta of here; You’ll not spoil my evening by your pathetic little number of cop”, you replied, staggering slightly. At your words, he giggled. His hand in his pocket came out to reveal a badge that he put under your nose, the letters F-B-I appearing clearly before your eyes. “Agent Joe Merriweather of the FBI. Madam, I'll take you with me to the drunk tank”, said the man by the name of Joe, putting his badge down. “You really need it”, he added, taking your things under your stunned eyes. He grabbed your arm and you didn’t ripost. Holding him tightly, he pulled you toward him to take you to the exit, people in the bar watching the scene with curiosity and frightened mixed. Before putting a foot outside, the agent turned to the server who froze again on the spot. “Next time, avoid serving someone who wants to go home by car. If you repeat this same fucking mistake, I promise you’ll have problems”, he threatened coldly, his eyes narrowed. And without giving the other time to justify, Joe took you out where cold rain fell abundantly.

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“Great, now I'm going to spend the night in the drunk tank. It could only get worse”, you grumbled as the agent slammed his door. “Shouldn’t drink so much”, he said, settling comfortably in front of the wheel. He put the inside rearview mirror in a good angle before taking his key out of his pocket, which snapped when he plugged it into contact. “Usually I don’t drink”. “Then why did you drink so many glasses ?” Asked the officer who lit the car. It growled underneath you. Joe swung an arm in your seat, looking back as he pulled back the car. Your head turned towards the window, watching the drops of water striking against it. You remained silent. If you had drunk, it was just to forget it. And you would have gone on drinking until you fell just to not remember it until the next morning. Bot here you’re. You were in the car of an FBI agent taking you to the police station to swing you in a drunk tank until the morning. An agent with a charming smile and an attractive appearance. But also strange. Something was crushing you about him. You had a strange sensation of déjà-vu. You felt the same when you saw him a few minutes before. Perhaps it was just your imagination, or the bad effect of the alcohol. Joe had now joined the road. Both you immersed in silence, one watching the buildings passing by the window, and the other keeping his eyes on the road, patting the wheel with his fingers. The car stopped before the traffic lights. Joe took advantage of it to drink a sip of water and rubbing his tired face. He closed the plastic bottle when he broke the silence. “You still haven’t answered my question”. “And why should I? It's not your business, as far as I know”, you pointed out without removing your eyes from a couple who passed on the sidewalk, the two clinging to each other under an umbrella. “I’m of a very curious nature”, justified the other. “Curiosity is a bad flaw”. “Not that much, if you think about it”, said Joe, pressing the accelerator, the traffic lights turned green. You turned your head in his direction, frowning. A smile in the corner, he added nothing, leaving you in doubt as to this enigmatic sentence. You came back to your original position, the elbow resting on the edge of the window, your head resting in your hand. “By the way, you’re not taking me to the post, do you ?” You said after a moment's silence. “How do you know ?” “It's not the same path”, you replied indifferently. “In fact, I have a friend who works for the FBI. Once, I brought some donuts to her”, you added. “Who ?” “Katherine Cowles”.

“Katherine ? Seriously ?” The man asked, now laughing. “Yeah. Why ? What's so funny ?” You asked in your turn, not understanding his giggles. The car turned to the right to enter a suburb dimly lit by the street lights lined up along the pavements. No one was out at this time. No light filtering through the windows. Not a dog barking or the engine of a car that scolded. Only your vehicle broke that disturbing silence. “It's just she never told me she knew you”, Joe commented after calming down. “And why would she tell you ?” Again, the man didn’t answer and merely smiled at you. You sighed, annoyed. “Is not your wife going to blame you for bringing another woman home ?” “How do you know I'm married ?” Joe asked, surprised. “The ring on your finger”. Joe prevented an impressive whistle, clearly overwhelmed by your sense of observation. He actually had a gold ring on his finger. But it no longer had any meaning for him. More since he'd learned that Laura had been having an affair with another man for two long years and that she had decided to leave him the evening of their wedding anniversary. It was ironic on one side. “Since when ?” You asked, not having noticed the driver's dark face. “I'm no longer married”, he whispered feebly. Your heart stopped for half a second. You swallowed hard, cursing your eyes that began to tingle. You swore not to cry anymore for this asshole, not being hurt anymore. But here you’re being on the verge of tears. The throat knotted and the ball in the belly, these words only came to mind. “I’m sorry. I.. I didn’t want to hurt you”. Arriving in front of his house, Joe had parked and stopped the car, the engines stopping purring beneath you. The car was plunged in a heavy silence, your trembling voice echoing in his head. “You too ?” What a stupid question. He knew you had to face this painful truth, too. And yet, part of him wanted to hear you say it. Is it to share his pain, or was he worrying about you ?

“Yeah. For a very long time”. He felt a squeeze in his heart at your feeble, broken voice. You were cursed yourself of this ephemeral weakness. But this pain in the chest was unbearable. These still fresh images in your head reminded you all the time that you had been a poor blind idiot all this time. Love was difficult to subdue. It could be a force, as it could be a devastating storm. You thought you had succeeded in getting it, that you had domesticated it. And yet your heart was bleeding, your lungs were contracted. You had trouble breathing. You should have known. Despite the many clues, you had closed your eyes, refusing to believe this probable truth. You'd rather drown yourself in a pretty comforting lie. With the edge of your sleeve, you dried your blurred eyes. You just opened the door and went outside, paying no attention to the biting wind and the icy rain. Joe, motionless for a moment, followed your movement, taking his keys in passing. He slammed the door behind him and extinguished the car at a distance, his footsteps rushing to catch up with you. “Hold on !” Joe shouted, protecting his face from the rain with his forearms. You didn’t turn around. You were stumbling on your heels, your head spinning like a top as you rummaged through your pockets. “Fuck. God damn it, where's that damn phone..” When you touched the smooth surface of the screen, your foot caught in a misplaced slab. And while you were already seeing the shock coming in full force, an arm wrapped around your waist and brought you back, preventing you from falling head first on the stone. “Are you okay ?” "Bring me back to my house. I have things to do for the job”, you replied by releasing you from Joe wet from head to toe. “Stop fucking lying to me. I know very well that you’ll continue to drink”. “Absolutely. Do you have a fucking damn problem with that ?” You asked sharply as you saw his disapproving gaze. “If you want to drink, do it with someone”. “I thought the FBI agent was against alcohol”, you bitterly exclaimed. “You like me had a bad night. I need  as much as you a little pick-me up and a little.. company”, he said, shrugging his shoulders. The mouth half open, you were looking for something to say. But no word came out. It was true. To mop while drinking was more appreciable with someone than alone at home. Normally, you would have refused. But the expression of his face - strangely familiar - made you do the opposite. You nodded. And a smile illuminated his face.

“So, hurry up. I'm fucking frozen here”, exclamed Joe, shivering from head to feet. He turned and hurried to the porch of his house, glancing behind his shoulder to see if you were following him.

You were both in front of the front door. You were by his side, rubbing your arms to warm you as he looked for the keys in his pants pocket. Droplets of water fell on the floor, your wet clothes stuck to your skin. When Joe finally found the key, he put it in the lock and turned. He pushed open the door, letting you go first, then quickly closed it behind him. The lukewarmness of the great house caused you to let out a sigh of well-being. Joe pulled out his wet glasses and swore as he dried them with the side of his shirt. As for you, you walked through the entrance hall, watching pictures and paintings hanging on the beige wall. “Make yourself at home”. Now turned towards you, Joe put a hand through his wet hair, the other resting on his hip. The red rose to the cheeks, turning quickly your head in the other direction. He gave you a curious look, before he understood and smiled.

“Sorry”. “No, it's nothing”, you stammered, frantically waving your head. You removed your jacket and hang it from the coat rack, Joe climbing the steps of the stairs, grimacing at the unpleasant feeling of his shirt glued to his skin. “I'll take a shower. If you're hungry, serve yourself. I went shopping yesterday”, exclaimed Joe from the railing. “Thank you”. Joe smiled and disappeared into the corridor. You closed your eyes for a moment, swallowing hard, your hand resting where your heart was. When he had smiled at you, your body had relaxed, a pleasant sensation of warmth had spread in the hollow of your chest. That smiling face. This gentle warmth. That laugh. Perhaps it was one of the effects of alcohol but strangely, all of this seemed.. familiar. Ignoring that little voice in your head, you walked towards the room containing the living room and the kitchen, deciding to explore more deeply the house of this man, Joe Merriweather.

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OMG ! I love Joe. One of my favourite jdm’s characters. So, what did you thought about it ? Tell me in the comments and if you have any advices, please give me them. Like that, I can improve ! Thank you for reading and remember that I love ya all ! Thank you again ! 💖💖

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Thank you

Hey ! Omg.. So, before beginning, I would like to thank you because I reached 300 followers. I can’t believe it.. It’s really awesome ‘cause I practically do nothing in my blog except reblogging and posting my ff. It’s just amazing ! You’re amazing ! If I’m still here, it’s because of you. So thank you ! I love ya all ! 💖💖

(Here is the link to my masterlit !)

Summary : “Don’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control. Don’t be ashamed of what you’re”.

Ships : Negan x Blind! reader (main character)

Words : 1736

Warnings : Curses

Tag : @heartfulloffandoms - @itsneganslucille - @backseat-negan - @autumnjade22

Dedicated to itsneganslucille who gave me the idea and who wanted to see this kind of ff. Love ya, sweety ! <3

Enjoy !

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Negan crossed the labyrinth of damp, dimly lit corridors, swinging Lucille at his side. He didn’t pay attention to the men kneeling before him, rubbing his beard nervously as he looked for you. He had not seen you for the day. The only time was this morning. You told him that you would join him in the cafeteria for breakfast. But you didn’t come. And you didn’t reappear afterwards. No matter who he had asked, no one knew where you were. Even Sherry who was your best friend since your first day at the Sanctuary. He had thought he'd find you in the forest, sitting on that trunk of tree long ago humming, letting the wind caress your face shining under the sun. But he was mistaken. No trace of you. As if you had just disappeared.

Negan still ruminated his thoughts as he climbed the stairs a quick step. He came up and turned to the right. “Damn, (Y/N)..” A corridor and a few steps separated it from your room. He approached, and as he approached, the ball in his belly tightened, not knowing what to do if he didn’t find you inside. After turning the corridor, he landed in front of the wooden door in seconds. And hesitantly, he turned the golden handle swallowing. He pushed the door with his hand, which opened with a sharp grating on a room dimly lit by the bedside lamp.. and on you, touching the walls with your hands. A smile on his lips, Negan sighed in relief. Without hesitation, he crossed the room in a few strides, swearing as his foot caught the corner of the little table stuck between the armchairs and the black leather sofa. He quickly found himself at your side, ignoring the intermittent pain in his little toe. At the noises, your muscles had stretched, your hands stopped moving for a moment before continuing to trace the wall. “God damn it, (Y/N) ! Where have you been ? Hell, I've been looking for you everywhere !” Negan exclaimed, placing Lucille against the wall near the bathroom before coming back to you. “Really ? However, I wasn’t far away”. “Not far away ? Damn, I thought you were gone” the tall and thin man joked, seeing himself still running around the Sanctuary looking for you. No reaction from you. He coughed, following you as you were trying to head for the bathroom. “I was really worried, y’know”. “Oh yeah ? That seems surprising from you”, you said dryly. Negan stiffened on the spot, his mouth parted by the shock in front of your coldness. He recovered himself, and tried to break his frustration at this shocking and scathing remark.

“I was”, he said again. “And I wouldn’t have been if you met me at the cafeteria as you said”. "Stop lecturing me. I have no account to render to anybody, as far as I know”, you certified, your voice always as dry and cold. “Why do you talk to me like I'm shit, huh ?” “Fuck, Negan !” You exclaimed loudly. “Leave me alone and get fucking outta  here ! " But your sentence stopped short when you took a violent blow in your belly. You knelt, your arms wrapped around your sore belly. Negan crouched beside you worried as you cursed in a low voice, damning the dresser that had been on your way. “ Are you okay ? Fuck, I'm sorry. I promise I'll move it”, Negan said, putting a hand on your shoulder, his eyes trying to catch your face. “Let me help you, okay ?” “No, I don’t need it”, you replied, sweeping his hand with a shoulder movement. “Stop being fucking stubborn and let me help you”. "Shit, I told you I didn’t need it !” You shouted out loudly. You pushed him away from you. His heart went up to his chest when he swung backwards. Fortunately, he had time to catch up with his hands and get back to his previous position, the blood pulsing to his ears as he felt about to explode. But this idea flew as quickly as it came. Negan didn’t get upset. His heart tight, he didn’t feel the courage to do it when he saw your head turned towards him, your glasses fallen to the ground to show your eyes white and watery. Your features, which until now have been distorted by anger, the fright settled on your face. You swallowed and your lips trembling, you began to grope your pair of glasses, your tears threatening to sink. With his Adam's apple going up and down with difficulty, Negan let his knees rest on the ground. And softly he advanced towards you on all fours, paying no attention to Lucille when it fell and rolled away. You felt he was coming. That was why you raised your hand in the air, thinking that he wanted to bring you your pair of glasses. “Put them back where you have found them. I don’t need your help”, your trembling voice commanded. Negan didn’t answer as you expected. And you didn’t expect it either when he wrapped his muscular arms around you, bringing you back against him. It was annoying. Why was he doing that ? You wanted to push him away, to free yourself from that embrace that seemed too tender to be real. And yet, Negan persisted in keeping you close to him. He didn’t release you. On the contrary, his grip tightened on you to counter your useless fight.

Him and his fucking stubbornness. He knew very well that you didn’t want that, that constant pity that reminded you constantly of your disabling state, recalling your inability to see. Whether the Sanctuary, the workers who passed by you, the birds lying on the branches, your body while you undressed to take a shower. Or simply.. the face of the one you loved : Negan. This single thought drew all your determination to fight him. Your head fell heavily against his chest, allowing your tears to flow. With his chin resting on your head, Negan's fingers passed through your hair, listening to your stifled sobs with a tight heart. “(Y/N)..” “I've had enough, Negan. I can’t anymore with this damn handicap !” You formulated with difficulty, biting your lip, your tears flowing abundantly on your cheeks. “I want.. I just want-”. Your words strangled in your knotted throat. “What ?” "Your face. I want to see it. I want to see you, Negan”. Your almost imploring words shredded his heart into a thousand pieces. Yet he still found the strength to raise your face to his, to clean the salt water with his thumb as his eyes tingled. He leaned softly towards you. He kissed your forehead. Then took you by surprise when his lips gently laid a kiss on each of your eyelids, as if to cure you. His fingers traced the curvature of your chin, gently descended on your neck, passed by your shoulders, stroked your arms before finally, his whole hands rest on yours, squeezing them to transmit his support. “Let me guide you”, Negan murmured faintly. His hands carried your fingers to his lips, kissing them each in their turn. “Let me make you discover my face again”.

Your fingers slid gently through his peppery beard, Negan smiling at those which caressed it. He finally let go of your hands, allowing your curiosity to guide your fingers that dragged to the side of his lips. “You see it, don’t you ?” Negan’s hoarse voice vibrated. You said nothing. A simple nod answered him and he let you continue to touch his face, not ignoring that sweet and bitter sensation creeping into him at the touch of your fingers on his skin. You traced his rough lips, feeling the curls of his smile against the pulp of your fingers. You also felt his pronounced cheekbones, his long and thin lashes, his wrinkled forehead, and the softness of his messy hair. And little by little, this image appeared. And the more you rediscovered his face, the more a smile distorted your lips, the tears in the corners of your eyes. Your hands traced his face again and again, without ever having had enough. It was true, you couldn’t make a portrait of his face in your mind. But you could do it through your fingers by feeling the pleasant tingle of his beard, the humidity of his lips twisted by a big smile, his eyelids beating regularly, passing your fingers through his strands of hair in mess. Go down to his neck to caress his skin, to feel the sweetness of it aged by the time. Go up to his cheeks to clean his tears now flowing over them. One of his hands rose to take your neck and bring him closer to him, while the other had landed on one of yours. Negan leaned over and his forehead gently rested against yours. He smiled, still feeling your fingers that cleaned his incessant tears. “Don’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control. Don’t be ashamed of what you are”. He stopped for a moment to recover, his sore throat and his eyes still tingling. “You’re beautiful. You don’t know how beautiful you’re. You don’t know how much I.. how much I love you”, Negan finally whispered. Your smile widened at his words and it only reinforced that burning joy in his chest. He could finally see again that dazzling smile that made him dream every night. To see those eyes that made him crazy, which he adored so much. To see you finally relaxed and serene. He could see you smile and your eyes sparkle that happiness that had been too long in its cage. “You're not too bad too”, you conceded, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Thank you”, Negan chuckled, genuinely touched. Your eyes clung and didn’t detach themselves. As you tirelessly repeated his rocky laughter in your mind, your smile widened. You no longer needed these ridiculous black glasses. Your heart was relieved and your spirit appeased. No need to see. You knew you didn’t need it because the only thing you wanted was to be near that person who was so dear to your heart, that person who loved you and whom you loved in return. Yes. It was Negan. “No. Thank you. Thanks to you”.

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I’m so happy that I have written it. It was fun and different from what I usually write. Thanks to you, itsneganslucille and I hope you liked it as much as I took pleasure to write it ! <3 So, don’t hesite to give me your opinion about the ff. Thank you for reading and for still reading my ff. It means a LOT to me. Really, thank you for following me. It’s because of you if my blog is working. I love ya all !! 💗💗😊

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Your Past, My Present, Our Future

Hello, everyone ! So, here I’m with a new fanfic. I wanted to do something different, and this idea just popped in my mind. As you can see, it’s not about Negan but Joe Merriweather, a jdm’s character I really love. It’s my first ff out off twd so, don’t hesitate to give me your opinion and advices !

(Here is the link to my masterlist !)

Summary : “I'll always be there with you. You know that, don’t you ? That's what people say before they leave suddenly”.

Ships : Joe Merriweather x Female! Reader

Words : 1499

Warnings : Curses

Parts : 1/?

Tag : @itsneganslucille - @heartfulloffandoms - @negans-network - @backseat-negan - @autumnjade22

Enjoy !

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“Where is he ?” “I don’t know. The last time I got him on the phone, he told me he was on the way”. The blonde woman turned to you, clasping her hands around her cup of coffee.

“Maybe he's stuck in traffic jams”. “Katherine. He can’t be blocked for three hours”, you replied, annoyed. She shrugged. You sighed, massaging your forehead to calm the horrible migraine that you had for an hour. You needed him for the complicated investigation into which you had been plunging for a few days. A brown woman named Sarah Jones, was killed not far from a nightclub among so many others in Atlanta. Being drunk, she separated from her friends and strolled through the streets, lost. The poor woman was found the next morning the gaping throat, her body lying on the floor near the garbage. No clue. No witnesses. Not even a DNA trace. Nothing. This killer was a perfectionist. It was already a point. Unfortunately, the crime scene was so thoroughly cleaned and the plan elaborated, that it had blocked them from the beginning of the investigation. Joe was your longtime friend, and you knew he had a much richer experience than you. But you were worried. Usually he was always on time. In the morning he had breakfast and helped his son prepare for school. Immediately afterwards, he was on his way to the police station. In recent days, Joe was often not there. He left work prematurely and always left quickly. You asked him several times if something was going on, if you could help him by doing anything. But he always answered you negatively, making sure everything was fine. Your chair turning from left to right, you drank a few sips of your tepid coffee, eyes in the void, lost in your thoughts. Until a voice came out. “Sorry for the delay”. This grave voice rang in your ears. You put your cup on the desk and got up straight, finally seeing your old friend coming into the room. With hair in battle and large pockets under his eyes, Joe took off his jacket and put it on the back of the chair. “Agent Merriweather. We were waiting for you”, Katherine replied, who put down her cup in her turn. “Sorry, I had.. I had some things to do”, he whispered before turning to the black lockers to get the documents out. “Joe, it's been a couple of days that you’re doing this”. The man didn’t answer you, but simply removed the files, putting his glasses back on his nose when he placed them on the wooden table. You gave an annoyed sigh.

“Joe, I'm talking to you”. "Katherine, could you bring me a cup of coffee ? I didn’t have time to drink this morning”, he justified himself as your associate nodded and left the room. Joe continued to search for many documents, ignoring your heavy gaze on his back. Agaced that he ignored you and continued to ignore you, you tapped your foot on the ground, your arms crossed against your chest. “There's no point in ignoring me. Y’know very well that I’ll not let you go”, you threw dryly. “I know, I know”, Joe retorted, who seemed pleased when he found what he was looking for. You sighed before clenching your teeth and pulling the papers out of his hands, holding them up under his stunned eyes. “Fuck, Joe ! Stop two seconds and listen to me !” “No time. Give me that”, Joe ordered as he stepped forward, his hand outstretched toward you. You raised them higher, holding them out of his reach. “You listen to me first”. “(Y/N), we have no time. Give me this right now, "the man threatened, weighing the last word. Not at all impressed by his so-called threat, you shook your head from left to right, severe expression on your face. He sighed and lowered his head, his hands on his hips. “Fuck (Y/N). Why are you so stubborn ?” He exclaimed strongly, calming himself immediately afterwards to gather under your eyes shocked by such an outburst. “We have a case to deal with. I really don’t have time-” "We have the time that Katherine is taking to bring you a coffee”, you suddenly cut him off, still a little moved. Joe gave you an incredulous look and blowed. He withdrew his glasses and passed his hands over his tired face, walking in circles as he rubbed it. He finally looked up at you, no emotion transmitted through them. You swallowed under this indifferent gaze, seeing him clean the glass of his glasses with a piece of his shirt. “You won”, he said with a calm voice. “So-Sorry ?” You stammered, frowning. He put the glasses back on his nose and passed a hand through his disheveled black hair, trying to comb it. “I invite you to the restaurant tonight. After work, we’ll pass by my home and we’ll go directly there”. “What ? Wait, Joe. I didn’t ask you to take me to the restaurant”, you laughed nervously.

"I know what you want. And you'll have it over there”, Joe replied softly by slacking down on his chair “But.. But what about Kevin and Laura ?” “They’re not here. Laura and Kevin went to her mother's house for.. a little while”, he murmured, his face darkening for a moment. “Joe, don’t tell me that-” But you were interrupted by Katherine, who went into the room, a smoking cup in her hand, the other holding a bag of bakery. She placed it before the agent, who advanced to take it. “Thank you, Katherine. Can I.. ?” He said, leaning over to the white sachet, hesitating, asking her permission by with eyes. “Serve yourself. That's why I went to the bakery”, the young woman sighed, incredulous at this request. “That's why you took so long”, Joe said, smiling. He took the sachet and opened it to look inside. He opened his eyes slightly, apparently pleased with what she had taken. He took out two fresh bages, one with chocolate and the other with strawberry. “Do you want one ?” “No thanks. I'm not hungry”. Your belly began to scold, contradicting what you had just said. The red rose to your cheeks, and you finally accepted his offer, ignoring his smirk when you approached him, still embarrassed. “Strawberry or chocolate ?” “Chocolate”. “I was sure”, he said, handing the bagel surrounded by chocolate and nuggets. You didn’t stop a smile slightly deforming your lips, the bagel now in the palm of your hand. You saw Joe put himself more comfortably in his chair, drinking a sip of his coffee before crunching a piece of his pastry. Katherine sat down in front of him, and began to take out the various cards of the flip-flops, spreading on the table the pictures of the crime scene and the victim before and after her murder. Standing to eat your donut, you observed discreetly the man who enjoyed his breakfast while already making assumptions with his colleague. Always motionless at the place where the other had left you, your thoughts moved in your mind, nervous and excited at the same time. This nervousness wasn’t foreign to you. For days, you were trying to understand his many repetitive absences, and you had tried more than once to talk about it, in vain. With this dinner, it was the perfect opportunity to know everything. But you couldn’t stop telling yourself that it wasn’t just that.

The fear of what he was going to tell you wasn’t the only cause. There was something else. Another thing also explaining your excitement felt, of which you didn’t understand the origin. And oddly, you had a bad feeling. Feverish, you carried your bagel near your mouth and bit a piece. You hardly swallowed, having now the ball in the belly. “(Y/N), are you okay ?” Katherine suddenly asked, causing you to jump on the spot. She looked worried, but having worked with her long enough, you knew she wasn’t going to show it. “Um, yes. Yes, I’m okay”, you assured with a smile that was convincing. “Why would not I be ?” “No, for nothing. Well, you finished eating ? We need you here”, she said, resting her gaze on Sarah Jones's personal information sheets. “Sorry. I'm coming”. You joined them, stuffing the last piece of the bagel into your mouth. You sat down next to Joe, who was examining a photo taken from the young woman's bloodless body, caressing the hair of his beard surrounding his chin. Before touching anything, you took a towel to clean your dirty fingers of melted chocolate, picking it around your mouth with your tongue. You’re worrying for nothing stupid woman”, you think to yourself. And with a strange conviction, you left the towel aside and joined Joe and Katherine, both of whom were already investing heavily, this inquiry more complicated than you had foreseen.

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Well, it’s not sooo good. But it’s the beginning and I promise you that it’ll be better for the next part. I hope you liked it and like I said above, don’t hesitate to tell me what you’re thinking about this ff. Thank you for reading and I hope I’ll see you for the next parts ! 💛😊

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Sweet torture - Part One

Hello and Happy Valentine’s day ! I hope you have enjoyed or you’re enjoying this special day with your soul mate, your friends or your family. I’m sick and I needed to stay at home *sniff* But ! I took advantage of this situation to write a smut ff just for all the thirsty girls & women who need Negan for this special day ! I’m writing the part 2 and I’ll post it tomorrow. Again, Happy Valentine’s day ! 💗😘

(Here is the link to my masterlit !)

Summary : “This is the Valentine's Day. Negan wanted this day to be perfect. Unfortunately, everything isn’t going as planned. And yet, this day doesn’t look as bad as he thought..”

Ships : Negan x reader

Words : 3948

Warnings : Fluff, curses, smut

The story takes place before the apocalypse. It’s really different from what I usually write, so I hope you’ll appreciate that !

Tag : @heartfulloffandoms - @itsneganslucille - @negans-network - @backseat-negan - @autumnjade22

Enjoy !!

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Negan was standing in front of the box, his arms crossed against him. He was watching his players in the middle of the training session, Carl being the striker of the last round. He held the bat firmly in his hands, his lips pressed as he watched the pitcher preparing himself in front of him. The pitcher - a red-haired boy with freckles - threw a quick glance at his trainer, who nodded. One foot back, he leaned forward and threw the white ball towards Carl. It flew through the air, with such speed that any viewer would find it difficult to see it from the stands.

The hitter swallowed and with all the determination of the world, he swung his bat forward just as the ball had come close to him. It ricocheted against the wood of the bat and flew high into the clear sky of spring. The heart pounding against his chest, he sighed in relief as he saw the ball arrive in the strike zone. And without a moment of hesitation, he threw the bat on the ground and began to run, the wind whistling in his ears. He arrived at the first base, then at the second and third. And while the defenders were trying to catch the ball that had gone further than they expected, Carl put the foot on the white stone, ensuring victory to his team Negan, a huge smile on his lips, began to clap his hands as he walked toward the hitter, who wiped his forehead. “Okay, kids ! Bring your asses back here !” The players directly executed, the hands on their hips as they took their breath, their trainer posted in front of them. “That's what I call a fucking match ! I see that you finally fucking understood what I was talking about !” Negan exclaimed, seeing his players get smiles full of pride. He turned to the teenager who was putting his long black hair back in place. “And you, kid ! Damn, you're such a badass ! It was a fucking beautiful home run you made me there !” Carl smiled, slightly surprised that the adult he hated most in the world congratulated him for something. “Continue like this and you’ll finally be useful for something”. He didn’t prevent a laugh from escaping him. His trainer always had to break his joy. But it was better than nothing. He could have said nothing at all. “Thank you, coach. I.. It's thanks to you if I succeeded. I mean, you and your advices”. “I know, I know”, Negan replied, without an ounce of modesty in his voice. “C’mon ! Chop chop ! Go all take a shower. You feel the old sweaty grandpa who has just had a blowjob”. The players obeyed, grimaces distorting their features, repelled by such a comparison. Negan giggled despite himself in front of the expected reactions of the teenagers. Carl, who had laid the bat and removed the helmet, passed by him. Negan tapped his shoulder.

“Well done, kid. You can be proud of yourself !” And he went back to the bench, leaving a Carl still stunned by his congratulations. He finally followed his comrades to the showers, eager to go home and tell his father everything. Negan, meanwhile, quickly took notes of his players’ latest developments before sighing and storing the notebook in his bag. He glanced at his watch, the needles pointing out that it was time to leave. He stowed all the equipment and when one of the players was outside, he confided the keys and ordered him to close the locker room when the whole team had finished. He flew at full speed to the parking where there were about twenty cars - both teachers and pupils - parked there. Not having the least patience to seek his own, he lit it at a distance. The lighthouses of the latter illuminated, indicating the exact place where it was. Negan rushed to his gray car. He opened the safe to unceremoniously swing his black bag inside before closing it again. He opened the door, dropped into the seat behind the steering wheel and closed the door next to him when he was properly installed. Without losing a second, he made contact and finally started the car, which growled under him. In no time at all, he went out of the high school compound, the sun already falling on the horizon.

He patted nervously on the radio dial, lowering the volume of music that stressed him more than anything else. Today was the Valentine's Day. He had been waiting impatiently for that day, knowing that both of you were finally going to be able to enjoy an evening together. Negan was a baseball coach and you were a kindergarten teacher not far from home. Adoring the children more than anything, you hadn’t hesitated to propose you when you had settled in this apartment with four small rooms. He just like you had been very busy lately, and rare were the moments when you could have been together. This special day was the perfect opportunity to take a break, to go to dinner in a restaurant and then go home to spend a relaxing evening and who knows, a dream night. First step before this exciting stage, he had to recall the restaurant for the reservation. Negan rummaged in his pocket of his pants, and pulled out his little phone to punch the number in his mind. The electronic object stuck to his ear, he stopped at the traffic light, the characteristic sound of the wait now squeaking in his ear. His hope was gradually extinguished when, at last, some one deigned to reply. “Good evening”, hissed a shrill voice. “Good evening, I booked a table for two”, Negan said, grinning as he pressed the accelerator as the fire turned green. “Under the name of ?” “Negan”.

There was a moment of silence before the voice spoke through his phone.

“Negan. Negan.. No, I'm sorry. I don’t have that name”. “Wh-what ? Repeat”, Negan asked, knowing full well that it wouldn’t help. “I tell you sir, that your name isn’t on the reservation list”. “Are you fucking kidding me ?!” He roared as he parked in front of his home, turning off the car and opening the door to get out. He picked up his bag and tossed it on his shoulder. “Sir, calm down. It's not my fault if-” “I've booked in your fucking restaurant a month ago, and you dare tell me there's no fucking table ?!” Negan barked, climbing the metal stairs to meet the front door with the number 4. “Sir, our restaurant is one of the best in the area. If there isn’t your name, it's your fault !” “My fault ?! It’s true, it's not a guy in a penguin suit that you're going to blame”, Negan grumbled, throwing his bag on the shabby leather sofa after he finally managed to pull his keys out of his pocket and opened the door. “I will not allow you !” His interloctur said, offended. “I don’t give a fuck how you're going to do that, but I want a table when we’ll be there in an hour”, Negan ignored, his hand on his hip as he examined whether his shirt on your bed was well ironed. “I've had enough of you and your bad language ! If you want a table for Valentine's Day, look for one in another restaurant !” And he hung up on him. Negan looked incredulously at the screen. And the phone was swinging on the floor, the pieces scattering all over the room. “Damn it. Shit ! Fucking shit !” Negan shouted as he snatched his waistcoat, then pulled his white T-shirt over his head. He pulled off his sneakers, his socks and his pants, and left him in a black boxer. He fumbled with one hand in his drawer looking for a pair of socks, the other busy buttoning his white shirt. Finally the pair in his hands, he slipped on his socks. Then his black pants. And in no time, he found himself in front of the mirror trying to recoff his messy black hair, the blood throbbing in his veins by the ubiquitous anger. He could forget about the restaurant. And you who had not stopped talking about it.. Frustration but also guilt gnawed at it from within. He sprinkled his tired face with water before coming out of the tiny bathroom to put on his well-waxed shoes.

He went back to his room to pick up his wallet, his keys and his cap. Being in costume wasn’t his thing. And then, he felt badly leaving the cap that you had offered him the day of your meeting. Negan stepped out of the apartment, paying attention to locking it behind him. He rushed down the stairs, turned on his car and found himself behind the wheel again, having jumped into his seat where the leather had creaked under him. After checking that he had everything he needed, his car started, and he entered the road, his destination being now your place of work. On the road, his mind worked, reflecting on what he could tell you when he’ll be there.

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The sun was no longer visible when you looked through the translucent window. You looked at the clock above the door, the light numbers indicating 18:47. You put your attention on the little girl with the curly hair, installed at a plastic table while she put all her being to her drawing intended for her single mother. You got up from your desk and a hand on your hip, you approached her and you began to observe the yellow pencil in her hand traced the contours of the sun, a smile on your lips. “It's a pretty drawing. Mom will be very proud and very happy”. The little girl named Lily raised her head to you, hope and joy sparkling deliciously in her eyes. “Do you think it ?” “Yes. I'm sure of it !” You exclaimed by letting you fall near her, taking in your turn a white sheet. A big smile distorted her features and without expecting it, she jumped on you, wrapping her thin arms around your neck. “Thank you, (Y/N) ! You're the best teacher !” You blinked in surprise before gently caressing her brown hair. The little girl didn’t let you go until your best friend, Sherry, appeared in the doorway, breathless. “Lily.. Your mom.. Your mom is waiting for you at the entrance”, she said with difficulty. She inhaled and then expired. “Hurry up”, she finally said, having recovered her breath. “Yeah ! Mommy is here !” The girl got excited, putting all her belongings in her backpack of the Snow Queen, the princess of the moment for all the little girls. You handed her her drawing, and before she came out of the classroom with her masterpiece in her hand, she put a kiss on your cheek and Sherry's. “See you monday, (Y/N) and Sherry ! Have a good Valentine's Day !”

“Yes, you too”, the young women retorted, waving their hands in a goodbye.

She finally left, leaving you alone with Sherry and a messy classroom. You exchange looks before sighing and putting yourself to work. You loved to take care of the little ones, but sometimes you wondered how they could make such a bazaar. Sherry took care of storing the toys while you clean the dirty tables of paint, marker and colored pencil stroke. “It's true, it's Valentine's Day”, Sherry said, breaking the silence. “Did you plan something with Negan ?” You passed a last sponge on the table where Lily had been. You stood up and your tongue between your teeth, you saw the bucket on your desk. You threw the sponge, which reached it successfully, the water making a little ‘splash’ when it fell into it. You turned to Sherry, who had just put the broom at its place. “I don’t know. We didn’t stop working. Personally, I didn’t have time to prepare anything”, you sighed, saddened. “And you ?” “Me ? Well, I go to this restaurant that everyone is talking about. Dwight managed to get a table”, the young woman cheerfully retorted. “Lucky one ! And what time do you have to be there ?” She looked at her watch at her wrist, and her joy was replaced by dismay. You easily guessed she was already late. “Hurry up, or Dwight will not be happy”, you replied while you were putting your belongings in your handbag. “Are you crazy ? I'm not gonna leave you here alone !” “I'll do fine without you. I'm a big girl, y’know”. Sherry remained silent before nodding. You threw her jacket to her, and she caught it. With her jacket on her arm and her bag in her hand, she was about to cross the door when she stopped, casting an uncertain glance at you. “Are you sure ?” “I tell you yes ! Go, and take advantage of this evening”, you reassured her. She sighed before giving up your smile. You found yourself alone in the classroom, hearing Sherry's heels slam on the floor. You collapsed on the rotating chair of your desk, rubbing your exhausted face with your hands feeling the household product. You unfastened your hair, which fell cascaded on your shoulders. You sighed and swung your head back, staring at the ceiling as the room darkened. You closed your eyes.

Your thoughts wandered as time went on. You didn’t have the courage to go home and tell Negan that you had nothing for him. Your job had eaten all your free time and prevented you from carrying out your plan elaborated for two weeks : a candlelit meal, the exchange of gifts, the return to your apartment to torture Negan with a romantic movie, some nasty scenes in it to excite him, and see how far he could hold before finally jumping on you. Or the opposite. Your bitter laugh resounded in the dark room. You could already forget. You opened your eyes and suddenly got up, telling you that it would be useless to stay here moping. You stretched yourself and as you were planning to take your coat to the coat rack, muscular arms wrapped around your waist and lips deposited a kiss on your neck. “Negan ? What are you doing here ?” You asked after passing the moment of surprise, smiling as the man behind you continue to lay kisses on your skin. “I can ask you the same fucking question”. “How did you get in ?” You asked again, ignoring his remark. Turned towards him, you took his shaggy face in your hands, stroking his peppered beard with your fingers. “The front door was open”, Negan retorted. “Sorry. Sherry still forgot to close the door”, you laugh nervously. Negan frowned, stopping you right away. “I should have checked behind her”, you conceded with a small smile. “Yes. You should have”. Negan's seriousness didn’t last long. A smile germinated on his face and he stepped back, taking your hands in his. Your eyes lingered in his, swinging your arms the right to the left. Until you noticed his outfit. You pushed back a few paces, breathless. “Wow.. If one day, someone would have told me that you put on a costume, I would not have believed it”. Negan squirmed on the spot, obviously embarrassed by the look you were putting on him. You laugh in spite of yourself and you gave a small flick to the baseball cap. “But you cannot separate yourself from that”. “Not since the day you gave it to me”, Negan retorted, resuming his old charming smile. He leaned against the desk and took you in his arms. With his chin resting on your head, Negan watched the children’s paintings clinging to the bland blue wall opposing you.

Your head buried in his neck, you got intoxicated by his smell. He had really thought of everything. Cologne was the perfume he was wearing when you met in this cafe.

Memories came back to mind, remembering how Negan had been awkward by spilling his hot chocolate cup over your jacket. “I’m sorry”. Your eyes widened and you lifted your head towards him, lost. “Sorry for what ?” “That your Valentine's Day be ruined”. Negan threw you the most dejected and guilty look you've ever seen. You shook your head sharply. “What the hell are you talking about ? It’s me who have to apologize”. “No it's me. I had booked a table at this restaurant that you were dreaming of going. And in the end, without understanding why, someone will benefit in our place”, Negan finished, his lips tense. You opened your lips before smiling weakly, surprising Negan. “It doesn’t matter. That you thought of it already makes me very happy”, you murmured. “But you wanted to go. And because of me, you’ll not”. “Yes, I want to go. But it may well wait”. This answer didn’t convince the man, and your heart splits when you saw tears of frustration in the corner of his eyes. Your mouth opened and then closed, in a loss of words. There was a silence between you two. You were trying to find something to say to your man, who persisted in avoiding your gaze, too shameful for his inability to make you happy. You swallowed and too sad to see him in this state, you took your courage with both hands. “Negan.. Negan, look at me”.

He did nothing. He didn’t even deign to look at you. He and his damn stubbornness.

“Negan”, you tried again. “Negan, damn ! Look at me !” “I messed up, okay ?! No need to tell me !” The other shouted. “I wasn’t going to preach you ! I just wanted to tell you that..” The words remained stuck in your throat.

You feel his intense gaze on you, making you more uncomfortable. You began to stammer, the red to the cheeks. “That.. Well, I.. I wanted to tell you that.. Well..”

If you knew it was going to be so difficult, you would not have made fun of Negan hundreds of times. 

He frowned and you suspected a ghost of smile on his lips. “I will not help you to say it”. His smile was back, and he fully enjoyed your attempt to say those three little words. “Stop making fun of me. It's not funny”. “I’m not laughing”, Negan chuckled, struggling now to hold back his rocky laugh. “Yes, you’re”. “Do you have a fucking proof ?” “I don’t need one. I see it ! And then, stop swearing”. “Try to stop me”, Negan joked, his smile widening a little more. “How do you want me to do it ?” And in your own words, an idea appeared to you. A diabolical smile then deformed your mouth, surprising Negan who nevertheless continued to smile. “You have a fucking idea behind your head”, Negan replied, not knowing whether he should be wary or not. “Oh yeah ?” Your hand slipped on his shirt, unbuttoning the white buttons one by one. Negan understood at once and with your same smile he let his hand down the curve from your back, bringing his face closer to yours at the same time. Your fingers buried under his shirt and began to play with the hairs covering his tattooed chest. Your other hand looked for something in your bag behind him, paying attention to what he didn’t notice. “Very good fucking idea”, Negan murmured, his hand stopping at the border of your buttocks. You let his fingers go underneath your jeans and your underwear while you were taking your scarf out of your handbag. The distance between you closed. Negan, now massaging your buttocks, traced the curve of your lower lip with his thumb, that hungry glow already shining in his eyes. “Are you sure we can do it here ?” Hesitation vibrated in his voice. “Of course. Otherwise, I will have waited till we were at home”. “You insinuated that I don’t know how to hold back ?”

“Don’t worry, I love your wild and devastating side”, you replied, biting your lip. Negan giggled, but was somewhat touched by your answer. His hand held your chin, he raised your face to him and his desiring lips approached yours. You felt his hot breath against your skin and his hand palpated your ass. It just made you turn your head. But you still stared at your goal. Your lips first brushed, before joining for a shy kiss. They moved slowly, regaining consciousness of their sisters. Little by little, celerity took precedence over slowness, and excitement over patience. Your mouths literally stuck, Negan's tongue decided to mingle. You gave it the passage when it asked you for access. It buries inside your mouth, rediscovering this hot and humid place. Negan's hands now on your back, he drew you towards him to deepen the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours. Their dance was frenetic, and your movements were fast as your hand pulled off his cap and threw it into a corner of the room.

It began to rummage through his hair, while you separated a few times from their owner to catch your breath. Negan gave you no respite and snapped your pink lips into another languorous kiss, rubbing his body lasciviously against yours. Despite this delicious kiss, you broke it to take action. You took Negan by surprise, separating you from him and gagging him firmly with your scarf. “That is how I stop you”, you whispered with a small smile. With your mouth close to his ear, you bit his lobe, your hands running through his chest. Your tongue buried inside and teased him a little before it retired. “I have to punish the wicked boy for his ugly words”, you murmured warmly, smiling as you felt him jiggle when you pinch his nipples already swollen by desire. You laid a kiss on his temple. Before attacking his neck stretched with your teeth. You began to chew it nicely, your index finger and your thumb turning the pink nipple. Your other hand took care to get rid of his shirt while you sucked his sensitive part, leaving red marks all over his throat. Negan bit the headscarf, frustrated at not being able to taste your taste. Your lips dropping wet kisses and this hand teasing his rising erection, made him crazy. He groaned with displeasure, feeling your tongue eagerly lick his Adam's apple, which went up and down with difficulty.

Your lips left a furrow of kisses as they descended to his chest, biting his collarbone in the way. Negan's heart was beating so hard, before missing a jump when you sucked one of his nipples in your mouth, your fingers still turning the other. His head swung back, his grunt of pleasure stopped by the fabric. You nibbled it, you sucked it, you passed your tongue over to give his owner uncontrollable shaking. It was a new experience for Negan. He had always been the dominant, always the one who procured pleasure, sensations to inflame your entrails, to make you lose your head. But you had decided that for once you exchange your places, that he would be submissive and that you would be the dominant, the one that gave him pleasure. You didn’t have a material gift, but you didn’t need it now. You were offering your Valentine's day gift. ***

And it’s the end ! Yeah, I know. I’m a psychopath to end here 😈 I promise that I’ll post the part 2 tomorrow. I’m actually writing it and I can’t lie that it’s even embarrassing for me to write it.. 😅 Thank you for reading and again, Happy Valentine’s day ! 💝

(Oh yeah, they’ll make it in a nursery school. Yeah, I know.. Weird.. But I swear it wasn’t my first plan xD)

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Chantilly and apple pie

Hey ! How are you ? Fine, I hope. I’m really happy and excited right now. Thank you for the comments on “Pleasure blind”. I was a bit scared but after I read the comments, I was relieved to see that you liked it. Thank you for keep reading my bad fanfics 😋 So ! Here I’m with a little fanfic for the Negan Smut Week. It’s the last day and I’m really sad about it. But anyway, I’ll post more smut :3 I hope you’ll like it !

(Here is the link to my masterlit !)

Summary : “A quiet evening at the Sanctuary with a cup of hot chocolate, biscuits and Negan that you know well before the apocalypse. And before you had time to understand, that night was a night of madness filled with love, desire and memories”.

Ships : Negan x reader

Words : 3950

Warnings : Curses, smut (and fluff..)

Tag : @smuttwd​ - @heartfulloffandoms​ - @itsneganslucille​ - @negans-network​ - @negansmutweek​ - @autumnjade22​ and @backseat-negan​ (tell me if you don’t want that I tag you because I don’t want to force people to read my bad fanfics..)

Enjoy !

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You were quietly seated cross-legged on the damaged leather sofa, your tongue between your teeth as you read your book wide open in your lap. You groped the glass table in front of you to take a biscuit and put it in your mouth. You gently turned the page, taking another chocolate chip cookie. The door opened to allow a tall, thin man to come in, wearing a black turtleneck sweater and brown trousers, black boots squealing while he was advancing towards you, two steaming red cups in hand and a bottle of whipped cream stuck between him and his arm. “I think that with hot chocolate, it will be even better”. You looked up at the man to see his eternal big smile showing his bright white teeth. A smile appeared on your face. “Yes, it will be perfect Negan”. Negan smiled despite himself to the agreement of his first name and bowed to give you a cup that you cautiously took, for not to overturn. You let the heat fill your whole body as you felt the couch cringing beneath you when the man sits by your side after placing the bottle on the coffee table. “What are you reading this time ?” Negan asked as he watched your eyes jumping on the lines while drinking chocolate. The liquid burned your throat and you coughed. Negan tapped softly on your back and you thanked him vaguely. “A love story”, you replied after you had recovered. “Again ?” “But this time, there are naughty moments. As you like”, you said by turning another page, a smile in the corner. “Really ? Now, it gets fucking interesting !” Negan exclaimed, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “It’s odd that it doesn’t surprise me at all that you say that. An impression, perhaps”. “You know me”. “Yes, that’s the problem”. “I know you adore me”, Negan said, elbowing. “Take your dreams for a reality, my friend”, you said a smile always on your lips. Negan giggled and settled himself more comfortably. He poked a biscuit on the plate and bit into it.

“It’s fucking delicious”. “It’s normal, I made it”. “The fucking modesty, you don’t know, huh ?” "Sure, you’re very modest when you say that you’re a great charmer with all the women of the Sanctuary at your feet”. “And it’s fucking true”, Negan said, taking another homemade biscuit after finishing first. “What I was saying”, you sighed closing the book and putting it on the small table. You surround your cup with your hands and you sipped the chocolate. Negan turned to you, his head resting on the head of the sofa. And laughed when he saw the white moss around your mouth. You frowned, totally lost as you saw him chuckle. “What ?” “You’ll never change, will you ?” “What do you mean ?” You pushed your head back a little as Negan approached one of his hands. “I will not bite you”. “With you, I never know what to expect”. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, retorted Negan, who had approached you to pull the moss around your lips with his fingers. He picked up the moss with his forefinger and licked absently, savoring the taste of it. You watched his tongue past his finger, biting your lower lip absently. Until Negan glanced at you in a corner, quickly turning your head. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as Negan clung to your shoulder. His head bent over to see your face. “What ?” You asked, your voice slightly trembling. “There’s one who also wants to have her share”, Negan replied with a smile on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you stammered, lowering your gaze on your drink. Negan repressed a little laugh and merely brought his face closer to yours, scratching your peachy skin in contact with his peppery beard. You shudder to the warm air of his breathing. Your eyes gently lifted the shapes of his body, then the shapes of his face, lingering on his pink and thin lips. They rested on his deep green-hazel eyes, which shone with that usual sparkle of malice. He took advantage of it to detail in turn your face before gently leaning a little closer to it, leaving a distance of barely a few inches between your lips.

It was tempting. Very tempting even to embrace him. But your moral sense brought you back to order. You shrugged back, shaking your head. “No, better not”, you pronounced in a somewhat weaker voice than you had anticipated. Negan hadn’t stepped back and stared at you as you took another sip of the chocolate, the moss once again surrounding your mouth. He put his hand on yours to prevent you from cleaning it. The other landed on your neck, sending an electric shock through your body as his fingers touched your skin. His lips advanced towards yours and without controlling them, you hesitantly brought them closely. The tips of your nose were touching and one couldn’t detach the eyes of the other, like hypnotize. Negan decided to take the first step and break the space between the two of you. He tightened his grip on you as your lips came in contact for a soft, slow kiss. You didn’t expect such tenderness from him. He took his time to savor your taste as you did. You groan underneath him letting your hand guide its own way through Negan’s torso. In his turn, he let his stand on your waist to bring you closer to him, now deepening the kiss with his tongue that required access. The cups had fallen, messing the carpet with the brownish liquid. But neither of you paid any attention to it. You let the passage open by opening your lips and he didn’t hesitate a second to stuff his tongue into your mouth and meet his fellow. It first explored the depths of the smallest corners before performing a dance initially slow with its companion, gradually becoming faster and frantic.

Negan let his hand goes on your neck and the other pass under your burgundy sweater that he had offered you long before the end of civilization. He touched your burning skin with his fingertips and didn’t stop smiling as he felt you were fidgeting with excitement and impatience. His fingernails scratched you when his hand caressed your back. He made you fall backwards on the sofa that squeaked under your weights. Now on all fours above you, your lips separated by a little distance, you smiled as you passed your hand over his beard. “I didn’t know you were so greedy”. “I can say the same fucking thing about you”. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Negan smiled over you. He cleared a wick from your face and saw the moss still around your mouth. He moistened his lips and leaned again to pick up the chantilly with his tongue. And before you had time to capture the information, Negan still pressed his mouth against yours, spreading the moss on your faces. It was sweeter and softer, which made the languorous kiss more tasty. And with his hand that was now placed on one of your breasts, your head was turning and you couldn’t help but moaning with pleasure, the man uttering a growl for reply.

He kneaded it, massaged it and then left your face to descend to your chest and bite it ferociously through the cloth of your clothes. Your head fell backwards and a scream tore the silence of the warm room, the snow falling gently out. When Negan rubbed at you lasciviously, you felt the swelling below his belt and you felt not only the excitement rising in you, but that sensation too long absent which warmed - after all this time - your heart. Negan raised his head and caught your lips for another kiss, a request you answered without hesitation. You felt his hand trying in vain to detach your belt. He groaned with displeasure and focused his attention on it for a moment. “Impatient ?” You teased him while trying to have a more or less stable breathing. “You will do less malignant when I’ll hit you so many times that you will not be able to walk more tomorrow”, he retorted directly. The belt finally came off and he gave you a victorious smile. He unfastened the button and lowered your jeans as his head descended to your throat. Your moaning began again when he began to suck that part so sensitive to you, sucking it to leave a red mark of his passage. Your jeans lowered to the level of your knees, Negan’s hand took one of your thighs and pressed against your intimate part, his erection already enormous. Another scream escaped as he went up to your ear. He nodded your earlobe distractedly before letting you hear his breath interrupted and difficult. “You remember that day.. where we met”. His hand passed through the thin fabric of your panties to let his hand eagerly rub your buttocks. You repressed a groan while nodding affirmatively. It was like it was yesterday. You still saw yourself there, sitting at the counter drinking your hot chocolate after you took refuge inside the cafe, while the snow was falling abundantly outside. Negan was sitting next to you, sadly eating his apple pie. He noticed you and watched you without you noticing. Your mouth was surrounded by whipped cream and he chuckled, drawing your attention to him. You have stared at him with a frown. “You have a bit of chantilly around your mouth”. “What ?” “Wait. Don’t move”. He picked up the white moss with his finger and carried it to his mouth. “Not bad”, he had said, slapping his tongue. You had fixed him, a little dazed before a smile had infiltrated your face. "Thief. Now I want a piece of your apple pie”. “Okay, miss greedy”. “You dare call me greedy ? You ? Really ?” “And I assume it. Negan”, he said, raising his hand toward you. “(Y/N)” You shook hands without letting go before you did it and took his fork to stuff it into your mouth. “Not bad”. “Thief and greedy”. "And proud of being one. A little chantilly with your apple pie ?” You asked him by calling the waiter with a hand movement. “Yes, if you take a piece of my pie”. “Market concluded, sir greedy”. You smiled to each other and since that day, you had sworn never to let that smile disappear. To preserve it as much time as possible.

“Since that time, you have been obsessing me”.

He took you out of your thoughts, your eyes opening wide with surprise. A declaration of love or simple wandering because of pleasure ?

He went down to bite your chin and your throat, leaving behind a furrow of kisses wet on it. Your head swung back, you swallowed when you felt Negan lower your pants lower. “You don’t know the fucking several times I dreamed that I kissed you and that I was fucking you relentlessly”. Your cheeks flushed at his words and you knew he wasn’t wandering. Negan played with the elastic of your panties as he introduced a finger into you. You stretched yourself by biting your lip. The pain was atrocious but Negan compensated by laying kisses on your belly, sometimes passing his tongue in your navel. He knew that you relaxed by feeling the flesh relax around his finger. He allowed himself to let in another. “Stop ! Remove it !” You screamed suddenly, tears in the corner of your eyes. “Shh.. Don’t worry..” You arched your back to let your sticky body leave the sofa, your hand rummaging through his black hair to calm you down. Negan helped you a little more by opening your legs and licks near your pussy. You inspired and then expired and the pain disappeared gently, feeling your heart beating frightfully against your chest. “Negan..” The interrogator gave you a questioning look, seeing your lips tremble.

“Take me..” Your tone was supplicating and he could perceive impatience and desire vibrate in your trembling voice. He swallowed.

“There’s no way I’ll stop. Are you sure ?” “If I have known your true feelings, I will have confessed my own much sooner”. And you remained silent after your answer, leaving Negan marinate the information in his mind. You loved Negan. And you wanted him to own you. You wanted to belong to him as you wanted him to be yours. Negan withdrew his fingers and gently, he lowered your panties, without answering anything about your words. He contemplated for a moment what was before him before turning his attention to your red cheeks of embarrassment, your head turned to the other side. “You’re fucking cute when you blush”. “Shut up”.

He giggled and without saying anything, he put his tongue on your pussy and licked it slowly. You screamed loudly, so loudly hat you had surely awakened the whole building. Negan repeated his action several times in succession and grunted himself with pleasure, his nails sometimes scratching your hips. You didn’t hold back your yells , you didn’t care if someone could hear you. He spread a little more your legs to lick all along, catching with his tongue your seed that he swallowed and savored with pleasure. “Damn, you’re fucking delicious“. You were even more embarrassed but also excited at his words. Your hand poked Negan’s head but he pulled away to look for something. Your eyes turned round as he saw the bottle of whipped cream in his hand, a smirk on his lips. You bit your lip from the inside, smiling in your turn. “You would not dare”. “Stop me then”. “Don’t want to”. His smile widened at your reply. He leant the bottle on your face and when you understood what he wanted to do, you open your mouth to welcome the white cream. He fills your mouth with it and directly recollecting your lips for a frenzied kiss. Your lips bit each other, your tongues intertwined, sometimes one left the other to eagerly lick the red cheek of excitement of the other.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist and you felt your hips go up and down, feeling for a moment Negan’s huge erection rubbed against your intimate part, which had the gift of making you moan louder. He attacked your throat again after you stretched it to make your pleasure heard better. His beard scratched against your skin, and his lips passed deliciously through your neck, marked by his lollipops, like a tampon now securing his property. Negan grimaced at the thought of his limb wedged in his pants and with your groans strong in his ears, he could no longer endure this tasty torture himself. He feverishly detached his belt, feeling at the same time your moisture against the back of his hand. After a fierce struggle to undo his pants, he pulled out his limb while growling, finally feeling good of his liberated dick. It penetrated inside you, which made you tense. Your lips still attached to Negan’s lips, you tried to calm your tension while Negan sank a little more into you. When he felt your nails sink into his shoulders, he stopped and cast a worried look at your face.

Compared to the other girls, you endured the pain fairly well. At the same time, he wasn’t the same with the others. He was more gentle with you, more patient. You were younger than him and he knew you had less experience. And then he loved you. Yes, he was sure now. He loved you more than anything in the world and wondered why he had taken so long to notice. He wanted to guide you, to help you, to be there for you for the rest of his life. And deep down, Negan hoped you were feel the same way. The grip on his skin loosened and Negan took it as a signal to continue. He sank into you, letting his tongue run over your neck to relax you, licking and nibbling at the tips of his teeth. “Fuck, you’re so tense”, he said mockingly, in order to relax yu a little more. “Try one day and you’ll see..” You stopped for a moment, feeling Negan deepen his path in you, breathing hard. You continued with difficulty. “You’ll see how painful it is”. “But it will not be for long”, Negan murmured warmly against your lips before dragging you to another kiss. You answered it as well as you could. You felt Negan moving slowly in you, his hips rubbing against your legs. He swallowed your plaintive groan and despite your entreaties, he didn’t stop. The sensation was too good for him. Not yet enough, though.

But he knew that for you, the sensation was disagreeable. No, strange. And a little painful. Negan was controlling himself as best he could, resisting his urgent urges. He struck slowly and aimed each time to your prostate to cause a violent tremor on your part.

Your plaintive groans soon changed into moans of pleasure. Your head against his shoulder, intoxicated by hims smell of a mixture of perfume and sweat, your legs were tightened around him and your hips accompanied his movements. You bit his ear as you felt his mouth against your throat.

“Negan.. Faster..”, you murmured before giving a teasing lick. Negan obeyed directly and accelerated the pace twice, striking again in the right place. Arms around his neck, you screamed with pleasure, your head swung backwards. His outgoing member then coming back inside you was exquisite and his mouth browsing once again on your throat was unbearable. Your sight was blurred, you were filled with sweat and you were stuck to Negan’s tempting and feverish body, who groaned with pleasure over you while saying obscenities as he hit you harder and harder. His thrusts were erratic and deep, and every blow he gave made you screamed louder and louder, and you were arched your back to hurt yourself.

He knocked until he stopped suddenly, his mouth against your lips. He came back at a slower pace and took advantage of your entreaties to go faster. He wanted to make this moment last, to be longer in you, to feel longer the warm flesh tightly clasping around his cock. You understood and you accompanied him, realizing how much more you wanted. “Negan.. You’re an asshole..” You replied then that Negan gave you another weak blow. He gave a sudden blow more strongly, and you yelled clawing his back. “Fuck, I want to hit that ass forever..” And in support of his words, he gave the same blow as the previous one. “Ah ! Again..” “You’re a dirty girl”, Negan murmured against your lips, trembling with desire. “And proud of being one”. He smiled in spite of himself and began to devour your lips where the whipped cream was still there, making this kiss inflamed, sweet at the same time. He bit your lips savagely, went down on your chin to bite it and then, coming up again to your lips to resume your kiss where your tongues were intertwined, where your groans were in harmony, feeling your bodies pressing hard one against the other, pieces of puzzle that had finally found their partners. Negan gently passed his hand underneath your sweater, then your bra to turn between his thumb and forefinger your nipple swollen with pleasure. Your scream of pleasure was stronger. He no longer resisted to the temptation. He lifted your sweater and tore off your bra to attack your chest. While holding your legs apart to better get inside you, he bit your right nipple with the tip of his teeth as he turned the other in his fingers. Negan who hit you and his mouth licking your breasts, aspiring then sucking your nipples in his mouth, was like a gift from heaven and you kept shouting, filling the room with your screams of pleasure. Negan felt this warmth, not this fire in his bowels, and began to strike with all his strength on your sensitive prostate. Your yells of pleasure didn’t stop, accompanied by Negan’s groans. With you, his primitive instincts were eager for even more. His animal violence and wild spirit had never been so awakened, ‘cause he had never felt such pleasure with any other woman. You were his. His and only his. While you were together in the seventh heaven, your body couldn’t take more and you came, your orgasm shaking your whole body. Negan, in spite of the fatigue weighing on his whole body, gave vain blows before finally returning arms and ejaculating in you, a last grunt issued. Negan was on you trying to resume - just like you - a steady breath. The room had become stifling so much this fuck had been intense and full of passion. Negan’s head was on your chest, licking it for a moment before putting your sweater back in its place. His head was heavy but he found the effort to raise it towards you with the sole purpose of admiring your face reddened by the heat, the sweat pearling on your forehead, and your lips parted to breathe properly, saliva and whipped cream in the corner of your mouth. Your body was still trembling under the sensations, not yet believing what had just happened. You felt Negan put a chaste kiss this time on your lips and you answered it, separating you a few seconds later. “Damn.. it was.. fucking fantastic..” Negan murmured against your lips. You exchange another kiss again before you part again. “At least I have confirmation that you’re indeed a man of unheard-of talent in bed”. “You were not convinced yet ?” “No. But now you can be sure of that”. He giggled softly and hung his eyes with yours, a thin smile on his lips. He cleared your face from a wet wick by the sweat. “I love you”, Negan finally said after a long minute of silence.

Your heart jumped at his declaration, and you couldn’t prevent a smile from blissfully replacing your surprised look. You put your forehead against his, admiring his magnificent eyes shining with the same brilliance as earlier, shining also of sincerity. He was honest and you could see by his features, in his eyes that he was really filled with love for you, something you had never seen in Negan until now. He was still in you and you felt your seeds mixed. An even bigger smile distorted your lips. “It lacks more than apple pie and everything will be perfect. With a bit of chantilly, of course”. “Is it your way of telling me that you love me too ?” Replied Negan chuckling in spite of himself. “Maybe. Maybe not”. You tighted your grip on his neck as he lowered his head to again unify your lips. “A true gourmand”. “You likewise”. "And I assume it perfectly”, you said mockingly. His nose gently rubbing yours, he laughed over you. You rubbed his peppery beard without leaving his eyes. “I love you, Negan”. "With chantilly, it will be perfect thanks”, he retorted in a smile. With a smile bigger than a banana, you started kissing again. He was yours and you were his. Since that day at the cafe, you were connected without realizing it. And this night of madness you just passed confirmed it thanks to hot chocolate, a memory of apple pie and sweet chantilly.

***

It’s always embarrassing to write smut.  But it’s so funny ! 😋 How do you found it ? Don’t hesitate to leave me your opinion about it. I hope you liked ! It was a real pleasure to write it. I really loved negan smut week. Can’t wait for the next time ! Thank you again for reading my fanfics (bad fanfics) ! I love ya all ! 💗💗

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Pleasure blind - Part One

Hey ! Here I’m again with a fanfic for the negan smut week. I don’t know, I’m feeling really excited right now xD It’s my first smut fanfic and I can’t lie that I’m stressed BUT excited. There’ll be a second part so, it’s not finish 😏

Summary : “Men pursue you and fortunately, you manage to escape. You decide tospend the night in an abandoned hut when, in the middle of the night, someone knocks on the door..”

Ships : Negan x reader

Words : 3254

Warning : Curses, smut, smut, smut, smut.. And smut.

Tag : @smuttwd - @heartfulloffandoms - @itsneganslucille - @negans-network - @negansmutweek - @autumnjade22 - @backseat-negan - @strangersangel9 and @theatricalbride (strangersangel9 and theatricalbride because they motivated me A LOT to write it. And sorry, the links don’t work).

Enjoy !

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You ran as fast as possible, your heart pounding against your chest and your ears buzzing because of the noise of the rifle. It had rained not long ago then, the ground was slippery. This made it harder to run.

You had to go as far as possible from these men, pursuing you relentlessly. You redoubled your speed and jumped over several branches on the way. Your eyesight became blurry as you felt the adrenaline fill your whole body. And there you see in the distance a wooden hut, surely abandoned in view of its condition. You stopped for a moment, reflecting on what was best to do : either hide yourself there or continue to run at the risk of being tired and that they catch you anyway.

“She's gone that way ! Hurry up or we'll lose her !”

You heard with horror and you took two seconds to decide what you were going to do. And that was where you got an idea. It was as if you were signing your death warrant but you had to try.

You held your breath with one hand on your mouth, hearing the men searched inside the wooden hut. You came inside and threw your bag inside, making them think you'd hide there, which would be obvious to anyone. And while you were going out and looking for a real hiding place, you had found this hollow hole beneath a tree. And it was deep enough that no one - for your greatest hope - would find you.

You heard the men’s voices, grave and lofty.

“This bitch managed to escape. The boss will not be very happy. It was a fucking woman who would surely please him”.

Their boss ? Great, now there was a psychopath in need.

“Okay, let's go. Let us continue to look for her”.

You heard the footsteps moving away from you and the voices became weaker and weaker until they completely disappeared. You remained hidden for a moment before finally coming out with little steps, looking at your surroundings to check if you were safe and sound.

You sighed and you returned to the cabin to find your bag where you left it. You fell to the ground, exhausted. You put your legs back against you, putting your head on your knees. Your heart calmed gently and you felt the tension left your body.

The night was already showing. You were tired by your flight and you decided to sleep there for the night. You took out your red sleeping bag to lay it on the wet wooden floor. You put your black bag beside you and you lay down, sighing with fatigue, putting your arm on your eyes. Everything was quiet and silent. It was perfect.

You turned to the side, blocking your hands under your head. Your eyelids fell heavily and you soon fell asleep.

***

A noise woke you in the middle of the night. You got up straight and pulled out your revolver from your holster. You raised the gun to the closed door. Your sweaty hands trembled as you walked slowly toward the source of the noise coming from behind the door.

“I advise you to show up before I sieve the door. And I will not hesitate for a second !”

The noise had stopped. But you didn’t lower your gun. Your tension went up quickly, and it intensified when you saw the handle moved, as if someone was trying to open it. Your lips trembled until you jerked and you looked dazed at the door.

“Fuck, open this damn door ! I'm dying of cold here !”Shouted a hoarse man's voice.

He tapped again against the wooden door. You were arguing in your head if you had to leave him out or take the risk of letting him in. Your benevolence gained the upper hand.

You put away your gun and ran to open the door wide. A tall, thin man debouched inside. You shut the door where you saw quickly snow fall. You turned to the man who pulled the white powder out of his hair, rubbing a hand in it. He placed a strange bat surrounded by iron wire against the wall.

Back to you, he took off his coat. He shivered. Your legs took you to your bag. You knelt and tucked inside before finding what you were looking for.

“Here. Cover yourself with that”.

The man turned softly toward you. Your heart stopped for half a second. His dark eyes descended towards the red blanket in your hands. He smiled and took it to put it around him.

“Thank you, doll. But are you sure? I think your pretty body will need it”.

You stood still for a moment, your mouth slightly open. You recovered and you shook your head negatively.

“No ! Don’t worry. I'm not cold. Keep it”.

“If you want”, he said sitting down on the floor.

You stood looking at him as he cleaned the melted water on his face. White powder was still in his peppery beard, and his cheeks were reddened by the biting cold of winter. He still wore the same smile he had thrown at you, that smile that had melted you in an instant.

He looked up at you, noticing that you were watching him intensely. You blushed violently and you sit down on your previous place, all under the man’s gaze who laughed softly.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I love when a woman as fucking beautiful as you looks at me this way”.

You felt the heat rise, your embarrassment being at its maximum.

“Who are you ?” You asked, always as red as a tomato.

“Negan. And you ?”

“(Y/N)”.

The silence fell. The wind was pounding against the dirty and dusty windows. You were looking for something to say when you shook violently. Negan sighed and approached you.

“You're fucking fucking cold. Come close to me”, he said lifting the red blanket.

You remained motionless, doubting slightly.

“Shit, come on. It will be less cold if we warm each other”, he said taking your arm.

He pulled you to him and you fell on him. He wrapped his muscular arms around you and you felt the warmth emanating from his body warm you up. Your head against his chest, your heart beat at a dazzling speed. It accelerated even more when you saw the white T-shirt, become transparent because of the rain.

You try to move from there, but that's where you felt his big hand resting on your back, his fingers gently up your spine. You freeze on the spot.

“Relax a little. You're so tense !”

“You're funny. How can I fucking relax while..” You retorted dryly, your last words choking in your throat.

He hissed and you raised your head towards him, frowning.

“Whoa ! Fuck, doll. You have a dirty mouth here !”

He licked his lips and you couldn’t prevent a shudder running through your spine. He smiled as he watched you lower your head again.

The snow kept falling, settling gently at the windowsills. Your head still against Negan's chest, your body was now warmed and relaxed by the steady beating of his heart. You watched the darkness outside.

“Damn, we don’t even know each other and we huddle together like a couple of teenagers”, Negan whispered over you.

You heard and the red rose to your cheeks again. You raised your head to the comparison.

“Did you know you were so cute when you blushed like that ?”

“Fuck you”, you retorted as you walked away from him.

He chuckled at your scowl, your arms folded against your chest. He raised a hand and passed one of your locks behind your ear, watching your lips thin and wet.

“Close your eyes”, he said suddenly.

“Why ?”

“Close your fucking eyes and let them close”, he hissed between his teeth.

You stood still before sighing and closing them. You felt Negan moving around you and you couldn’t tell if he got up or not.

“What are you doi-?”

Rough lips suddenly landed on yours, stopping you in the middle of the sentence. You opened the mouth of surprise and his tongue came inside to begin to search there. You flicked back slightly but a hand wrapped around your waist to hold you.

You didn’t know how to react. Your spirit called you back. You were trying to move your body in front of that. But it didn’t want to. Instead, you felt yourself melt on his lips, ignoring the little voice that shouted at you to stop. You tied his wet t-shirt with your hand and you shoot him at you, deepening the kiss.

You put your hand on his neck by intermingling your tongue with his own, leading a frantic dance.

You separate after a moment, your lips remaining a few centimeters apart. Your irregular breathing blurred together. Negan brought his feverish body closer to yours. He re-laid a kiss on your lips before stepping back again.

"Damn, I fucking want you now”.

He took you for another kiss, dragging you on the ground with him, not even giving you time to say anything. With your eyes closed, you felt Negan's hand strolling on your body, letting his hand pass below your gray top. The contact of his fingers with your skin made you moan and you shoot on his white T-shirt to make contact with his body.

Negan took your wrists and put them over your head, squeezing his grip as you fidgeted beneath him.

“Don’t be so fucking impatient. Profit a little”, Negan murmured against your lips.

He dragged you into another languorous kiss, swallowing your plaintive moan. He stuffed his tongue again into your mouth. You raised your head and answered him as best you could.

After a long kiss passionate, Negan began to bite your lip strongly to make you bled. The liquid slowly began to make its way on your chin and then flowed down your throat. You felt the harsh taste of the thick, warm liquid in your mouth. Negan put his tongue on your lips and then fetched the blood on your chin, licking the liquid that continued to flow.

He bit your chin fiercely, leaving teeth marks on it. You narrowed your eyes at the pain, but you groaned in spite of yourself when Negan picked up the blood on your throat.

He raised his hand to your chest, exposing your skin to the cold of the room. The cold was nothing compared to the warmth you already felt in your lower abdomen.

Negan gently placed his lips on the fabric of your bra, his other hand holding your right breast to knead it gently. You moan forcefully, arching your back until it hurt. Negan's hand stopped and gently pulled off the underwear, continuing to chew on your nipples. You breathed loudly, already feeling the humidity between your legs.

Negan cleared your wrists to remove your top and your bra over your head, throwing them at the corner of the hut. You let him do it, your eyes still closed. Short of breath, Negan contemplated your breast as he passed his tongue over his lips. He glanced at your red face and your half-open mouth.

He smiled and plunged on your breasts to suck your nipples into his mouth. You shouted with pleasure and wrapped your arms around his neck now that they were free. He sucked and bit this sensitive part for a moment before going up and attacking your throat again. He laid a series of volatile kisses before licking and biting your skin until leaving bright red markings.

He went near your ear and you could hear his irregular and erratic breathing.

You felt his tongue burying inside, your groans becoming almost complaints by this sweet torture.

“Negan, I can’t anymore.. Take me..”

“What ?” Negan asked smiling slyly, now trying to open your pants.

He gave you another lick that made you shudder violently.

“Take me.. Take me, Negan”, you pronounced with difficulty.

“Then say the magic word”.

“Please ! Please !” You begged, rubbing your feet on the covered underneath you.

His smile widened. “You'll have to wait a little”, he whispered before biting your earlobe. He attacked your neck again, preventing you from complaining. He passed his tongue up and down, collecting the blood that had escaped. You put your hand in his black hair, pulling at times while you felt one of his hands kneading your breast and the other lifting your leg to be able to caress your butt. He bit your neck one last time before gently lowering to your stomach. He laid kisses along your chest, pausing for a moment to bite your nipples ferociously, making you moan louder and louder. He went down and teased your navel while passing as his hand was touching lt the button of your pants. Your excitement was already at its peak. You had trouble breathing, the sensations were so intense and you felt your wet panties, as if it were a waterfall. And it wasn’t even fucking finished yet. Negan had come down and played now with the button of your pants, feasting on your lustful complaints. He opened it and pulled down the fly with his white teeth, sometimes putting his hand on your breasts to massage them. He slipped the washed-out jeans on your thin legs, making you shudder as you felt the chilling cold brush against your skin.

You felt snoring in Negan's lower abdomen when he rubbed against you on purpose, expressing that he was as excited as you. You imagined for a moment how much this 'thing' had to be enormous and how it would be if it were inside you. Your frantic groans redoubled at these thoughts.

He slipped the washed-out jeans on your thin legs, making you shudder as you felt the chilling cold brush against your skin.

You felt snoring in Negan's lower abdomen when he rubbed against you on purpose, expressing that he was as excited as you. You imagined for a moment how much this 'thing' had to be enormous and how it would be if it were inside you. Your frantic groans redoubled at this thought. Negan raised your leg and put little kisses near your pussy, scratching your thighs at the same time. He tickled you with his tongue, playing with the elastic of your panties. Your dropped your head back, you caressed his hair while moaning, invaded by pleasure. You still had not opened your eyes, as Negan had asked you. You didn’t know if it was because of it or not if the sensations were more intense. Or perhaps because of the man you had just met. But it was good, so good that your head was turning. Negan gave you a few tongues and he grunted himself with pleasure when he heard your sudden screams after what he had done. He went up and began biting your hip, dragging his hand inside your panties, feeling that you were really at the end see how wet it was. You screamed again , struggling to have a steady breath. He smiled as he spread your legs, now starting to take off your last underwear with his teeth. “Negan, hurry up.. Please..” You murmured suddenly between your lips trembling with impatience. Negan said nothing, and after feeling the excitement soaring, he lowered the underwear at your feet. Suddenly, you opened your eyes and you immediately crossed your legs, embarrassed at seeing how he looked at you, with a hungry look full of envy. He gave you a look of incomprehension before you see an ounce of softening. He smiled softly and without expecting it, he laid his forehead against yours, your eyes nailed to his, which were green-hazel's, shining with a little gilded painted and with a glimmer of anxiety. “You want to stop ?” “I..”

You didn’t want to stop. But something was stopping you from getting those words out. It had been so long now that you had not be fucked by a man. You had to relieve yourself all this time. But now that the opportunity presented itself, you couldn’t move. Negan looked at you for a long time before sighing. He drew your attention as he got up to get your clothes in the corner of the hut. “What are you doing ?” “I don’t want to force you to do it if you're not ready. Here, get dressed”, he said throwing you your clothes. “I.. I'm ready !” You exclaimed, hardly putting on your panties. “You’re not”. You wanted to answer something, but nothing came out. He might be right, after all. But, you couldn’t stop frustration filling you up while you  were surely planning on enjoying a wonderful time.

All this because of your fucking shyness. Negan put his hair back in place as he bent over to take his coat jacket and his wooden bat. The sun shone timidly, letting its light filter through the dirty windows. Now that Negan’s mass was no longer above you, you were shivering because of the cold that was passing under the door. You timidly put your bra on while Negan put on his jacket, seeming not to be embarrassed by the situation. After you close the button of your bra, you felt lips landing on your forehead. You opened your eyes in surprise. His hand stood on your head to gently stroke your hair. “If you want to have your fuck, you shouldn’t have stopped me”, Negan said in a provocative tone, the same smile you'd seen. You felt your blood boiling in you. He stood up and strode gently towards the door. He opened it and your body froze on the spot. You wrapped your arms around you as you saw Negan at the doorway, watching you with that same mocking smile. “By the way, the next time you want to escape from my men, you better run and not hide in obvious places”. Your heart stopped abruptly, opening your mouth of shock after the words he had just uttered.

Negan laughed at your reaction. “But luckily you were stupid enough to do it because I could never have enjoyed a body as hot as yours”, he said passing his tongue over his lips. The red rose to your cheeks as you again felt this fucking embarrassment fill you completely. You wanted to retort something but nothing came out. Instead, you gave him the finger. “Oh ! Stop, honey. It excites me even more !” And on his words, he winked at you and finally left, leaving you alone in the cabin, half-naked.

You couldn’t believe it. You had just met the men’s boss who had pursued you. You were going to be about to fuck with a stranger, with a crazy one ! And instead of being disgusted, being angry or blaming you for your stupidity, you felt the excitement rising again in you.

You wanted to taste it again. You wanted to feel him again on you. You wanted to feel him in you. You wanted to feel these sensations again. You wanted to feel the sensations he was about to make you feel. You wanted to taste this fucking insolent mouth again and admire his charming eyes. You felt guilty for letting him escape because you wanted him now. You wanted Negan.

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Oh my god.. It’s finish. So, what do you think about my first smut fanfic ? I hope it was good. It was really funny to write it. Oh god, I LOVE negan smut week xD So, thank you for reading it and thank you again to strangersangel9 and theatricalbride. I love you all ! 💗 💗

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Unforgettable monsters - Part 3

Hello ! I hope you’re fine ! Before beginning, I would like to thank you. I saw that I have now more than 200 followers.. and I’m just happy ? Like really happy ! 😆 A big thank you ! I do nothing extraordinary (just reblogging a LOT) and the only things I do aren’t incredible (the worst things in the world). This fandom welcomed me with open arms and here I’m, in this fandom so awesome that I LOVE ! Thank you, just thank you. I love ya all ! 💗💗

(Here is the link for my masterlist !)

Summary : “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win” by Stephen King.

Ships : Negan x reader

Words : 2503

Warnings : Curses, mention of mutilation

Tag : @heartfulloffandoms - @itsneganslucille - @negans-network - @autumnjade22 - @backseat-negan & @miiraal (Don’t forget to see their fantastic blogs !)

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You woke up hard, your body sore. You open your eyes but you close them right away, the rays of the sun attacking you. Protecting them with your hand, you opened your eyes to discover your room in a bazaar. Clothes on the floor, your bag being thrown at the corner of the room, and a medical kit open on your bed. Scraps of memories of yesterday came back to your mind. You remembered your flight, the man beaten to death bathing in his blood, the return to the Sanctuary and the care lavished by Negan. Negan..

Your face darkens. You wanted to get up by helping with your arm but it bent and you crashed to the ground, moaning at this sudden pain throbbing. Trembling, you looked at the deep red cuts, a part of the blood dried up on the wounds you had made to yourself. But the dark liquid still flowed a little along your arms. You glanced at the bandages on the bed. In a few seconds, you found yourself on your bed, carefully wrapping your injured arms after cleaning the dry blood. Biting your lips by unbearable pain, you tied a knot and you stood up cautiously, avoiding to lean with your arm. A sigh escaped you. Your eyes went through your room and too tired to do anything, you abandoned the idea to clean your room. Your feet dragged you to the bathroom. In front of the sink, you sprinkled your face with water before watching your reflection in the mirror. What you saw didn’t surprise you. Tiredness had been on your shoulders for a long time, so to see these enormous pockets beneath your eyes wasn’t surprising. And seeing the events of the past few months, the image of your red and swollen eyes was something you saw every morning. You turned your head slightly to the side to watch the care he had brought you. The memory of Negan tightened this ball in the stomach. It had been strange yesterday. Usually, you didn’t react to the little pikes he threw at you. You were passing over that. But yesterday had been.. different. He reassured you after he caught you. He had nursed you when you were back at the Sanctuary. He had been tender with you. But a black anger had won him. It was true. Negan couldn’t bear to be disrespected. And yet, instead of going to the end of his unhealthy thoughts, he had changed his mind. As if, in his heart, he knew your painful past. That past of which you had difficulty detaching yourself from it. You laughed bitterly, and the temptation to strike the mirror to let off steam, to make disappear for a moment these fucking thoughts of your mind, was strong. But you contained it. Keeping these controlled pulses in your already damaged body. After your toilet, you changed your clothes, hardly because of the bruises on your belly. You were going to have to get a roll of bandage to the reserve. There wasn’t enough in your medical kit. Passing near the mirror to go near your bedside table, you stopped in front of it. Your eyes went through your body. They stopped between your thighs and against your own will, you passed a hand between them, almost touching your intimate part.

Your throat knotted and you felt the tears prick your eyes. You swallowed with difficulty and you withdrew your hand, waving your head completely incredulous at what you had just done. You turned the handle of the door after taking your knives. The door closed behind you as you walked into the dimly lit corridor, leaving your mirror covered by a blanket in your room.

***

He turned the bottle in his hands. The noise echoed in the great hall where the workers were sitting, telling their days of yesterday, and what they were going to do today. It was breakfast, and everyone ate what they were entitled to with their points earned. Apart from him but also his women who could eat what they wanted without gaining points. They were entitled to privileges that nobody else could take advantage of. You were one of them. His lips clenched. He carried the glass bottle to his lips to drink a sip of the alcohol. He lowered the bottle and passed his tongue over his lips, letting his eyes sweep the room with a high ceiling. Some people would sit down and others would get up to leave. The double doors opened to let a woman look down and exhausted. Negan froze on the spot and watched you walk past him, to the many wooden tables that carried the different aliments. Your eyes were rambling on the tables, sometimes putting your hand on your neck to rub it. You took a tray, a plate, some cutlery and a glass. Strangely enough, he surprised you to serve you on the side of the workers, not on the side of his wives. After you had took orange juice, two toasts and strawberry jam, you sat down at a table in the corner of the room, alone and far from everyone. Your gestures were slow and your eyes glanced quickly at the room before returning to the plate. Negan ruminated whether he should go to you or not. The evening of yesterday came back to his mind and finally, he changed his mind. He drank the rest of the beer, leaving moss on his peppery beard.

***

The day was rather quiet for you. You hadn’t met Negan, and that was good. You had spent your day wandering around the Sanctuary, sometimes having heard the murmurings and having felt the looks on your way. Your escape from yesterday didn’t remain secret for very long. The news was going fast here, especially when Negan got involved. Some were jealous. Some were angry. Some of them resented you and hated you for being so important to Negan. He hadn’t punished you yet, unlike Mark. His punishment had been the same day, a few minutes after Negan had learned it. The women had looked at you from the side, and the men had shrunk back as you passed, not being able to stop licking their lips while looking at you from top to bottom. With each one of these looks, with each of these gestures and displaced comments thrown at you, it reminded you of those painful memories, that familiar contraction in your chest, preventing your blood from flowing in your veins, and your breathing to maintain stability, as if you choked in silence.

You were back in your room, and the sun was already declining on the horizon. The day passed quickly. It had been more sullen and darker than usual. You were lying on the side, seeing the stars dawning in the sky through the transparent window. Your room was plunged into darkness, the only light being your bedside lamp. The silence shrieked in your ears. These black shadows took advantage of it to reappear. You saw them dancing before your closed eyes, invading your mind without your permission. Today you had surpassed your quota of tears. You let them murmur the same words tirelessly, the same images turn in your head, feeling the same pains as that day. The Sanctuary was plunged in total silence. You were always lying down with your eyes open. Nothing troubled you and that peaceful night. Until you heard blows at the door. After a lot of times the person behind the door knocked, he finally decided to go in without asking. You kept your eyes open as you heard boots squealing on the floor. The footsteps stopped near your bed and a few seconds later, the bed sank and creaked when a weight crashed beside you. An arm wrapped around your waist and a body sticking to yours. “What do you want from me ?” Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone ?” Your feeble, broken voice echoed through the room. As an answer, you felt a hand release your hair from your neck, a touch you already knew. “We have to talk”, his rocky voice breathed behind you. Yes. You had to talk. But you didn’t have the strength. To face him or to talk ? Who knows. Maybe both. Maybe for something else. You let your hand take refuge under the white cushion. The hot breath against your neck caused your hair to be raised, and you pressed your lips when you felt his beard scratching your skin. “Why did you avoid me all day ?” Your eyes opened wide, incredulous at what you had just heard. You didn’t respond, feeling the pressure on your heart intensifying. “I.. I had no particular reason. I didn’t want to see you, that's all”, you finally said, trying to look relaxed. Without success. He pressed his body a little more against yours. You have a backward movement, like a reflex. For a moment you thought he was going to get angry. Instead, he simply brought you back to him.

“Turn around”. You execute without saying anything. His words had been spoken without any detectable expression. This made him even more frightening, knowing that Negan was someone unpredictable. Your face was close to his, so close that it was disturbing. His eyes ran through your face for a moment before his fingers touched your skin. The soft gesture surprised you. He touched your skin as if it were fragile, as if it could break under his fingers. His thumb caressed your lower lip. Yet another backward movement. “Please”. He looked at your supplicating eyes but he didn’t pay attention. His hand caught your chin and he approached his lips to yours, leaving only a few inches between them. “Why did you agree to be my wife ?” His hand on your waist let a finger pass underneath your sweater. You froze right on your spot. “Please..” “Why do you cry every night ?” He didn’t want to let you go. In spite of your efforts to escape, he was obstinate in keeping you. Your eyes blurred again, these ghosts returning next to you. “I.. I don’t cry. Get out and leave me. Please”, you pleaded in a broken voice. “Why did you ignore me all day ? Why do you refuse me to touch you ?” Negan said, ignoring what you had just said. “Please.. Just leave me alone. I.. I will do whatever you want if you leave me alone”, you replied, your lips trembling, feeling the tears flowing again. He looked at the water pouring down your cheeks before looking up at you. “All that I want ?” You nodded frantically. He didn’t say anything. And you thought he was going to leave. But without warning, he pressed his lips against yours. He moved them slowly as he held your head back, his hand continuing his way below your clothes. Your heart beat hard, too hard. Your blood was pouring into your head. Those memories came back to your mind. The pain inside you. The tongue biting violently yours. Blood flowing on your back. Your cries, your entreaties. Your grief. You managed to push back Negan brutally, thus releasing your head from his grip. You put your hand to your mouth. Strangely, you would have run away from him. You would have taken refuge in a place far from everything to plunge you back into this traumatic past. But something prevented you. His gaze. His gaze was different. He was.. preoccupied ? Worried ? You straightened up and sat down cross-legged. You covered your ears with your hand, the tears cascading down your cheeks. “Get out. Please, get out !” You screamed.

It wasn’t possible. It must have been a joke or your imagination. How could anyone care about your fate ? Impossible. You felt Negan sitting in his turn and without expecting it, he took you in his arms. You pushed him away in vain, striking his chest to keep him as far away as possible from you. No. It had been a long time since no one had worried about you. And then.. Negan ? The man with a heart of stone ? The man killing without remorse poor innocents ?

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell me. I will wait”, his voice replied firmly.

This sentence surprised you. And made the doubt and the fear grow in you. He tightened his arms around you and held you so tightly against him, as if his life depended on it. Your restrained sobs shook your shoulders, your mouth half open to let out words, ro say anything. To say something. But what ?

“.You don’t care. Stop pretending”. “Believe what you want. I’ll not let you down. I’ll wait until you trust me”. “Shut up..” “I'll wait till you talk to me. It can last for years, but I'll wait”. “Shut the fuck off !” You vociferated by burying your head in his neck. Your hands were clutching his white T-shirt. You were clenching your teeth. “No one.. No one can help me ! You wouldn’t understand even if I explained you..” Yes. He already knew that. And yet, it strengthened his determination to help you, to get you out of a nightmare that was still unknown to him. He wanted you to open yourself to him. He wanted to be your confidant. Your friend. He wanted to enter your dark world and bring you a little of the light he had managed to rekindle after so much suffering he had also gone through. He had recovered from his wounds. He had turned them into scars. Although it was sometimes painful, he was always there to hide behind a mask created from scratch. Why not build a mask for you too ? Your head buried in his neck, you breathed his smell. Its natural fragrance calmed you down. He smelled good. The warmth of his body warmed you. His head resting on yours reassured you. Feeling him rocking back and forth gave you a sense of security. And his words, which he whispered in your ear, in spite of your attempts to remove him, urged you gently to stop. You gave up. What was the point. You just couldn’t go on like that. Your body drained of all energy, your eyes tired of weeping, your exhausted spirit fighting against them for too much time, you fell into his embrace and you began to cry. To have a good cry. And he didn’t stop you. He encouraged you. He rocked you. He kept telling you soft, reassuring words, while stroking your hair. He didn’t know. He knew nothing. And yet he was there. He was there with you. Negan. Negan, the man you first thought cold and insensitive from your first encounter, was trying to help you, to calm those ghosts of the past. Negan protected you from your unforgettable monsters.

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So.. what did you thought about this part ? Don’t hesitate to give me your opinion ! It’s really dark. And it’s normal. It’s one of the most important fanfics for me that I’m doing. So I hope it’s good. Again, a BIG thank you for following me, for supporting me. It’s really cool and I’m just so happy ! Thank you for reading and I hope I’ll see you for a next part ! 💛💛 (200 followers.. omfg.. And it’s not a long time that I created this shitty blog..)

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Unforgettable monsters - Part Two

Hello ! So, here is a new part of “Unforgettable monsters”.

Before beginning, I want to inform you that tomorrow, I’ll surely post either the second part of “A forgiven lie” or a new oneshot. For “Chantilly and apple pie”, I don’t know if I’ll continue it ‘cause I think the fanfic is good like it’s. I must see. And for “Pleasure blind”, I’ll try to post it the next week. Thank you again for still reading my bad fanfics and I hope you’ll like this part !

Summary : “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win” by Stephen King.

Ships : Negan x reader

Words : 1764

Warnings : Curses, violence, suicidal thoughts, mutilation

Tag : @smuttwd - @heartfulloffandoms - @itsneganslucille - @negans-network - @autumnjade22 - @backseat-negan (tell me if you don’t want to be tagged or if you want it !)

(Here is the link for my masterlist !)

Enjoy !

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You grimaced as you felt the tingling on your cheek, the tears in the corners of your eyes. “Fuck, it hurts”. “You didn’t just have to escape. You would never have had those fucking wounds if you hadn’t been idiot”. Negan cleared the cut with cotton soaked in disinfectant. You gave him a black look, seeing him get up to go and throw the cotton turned red because of the blood. He came back and sat down again on the bed which squeaked. This time he took bandages, gauze and medical tape. He gently placed the gauze over your wound, his tongue between his teeth. “Is that a tic ?” “What ?” The man asked, fastening the gauze with the medical tape. “Your tongue that goes everywhere except in your mouth”. Negan stopped before chuckling. He finished patching your face with a bandage before backing away, clearing the tears from the corners of his eyes. “Why this fucking question ?” “I'm just curious”. "Curious, eh ? Y’know, if you want to taste it, just tell me !” Negan replied, passing his tongue over his lips. Your features stiffened. You closed your fists on the blanket, your eyes pecking again. Negan knew that he had talked too much when he saw your eyes filled with anger. “(Y/N).. Sorry, I.. I was joking..” “Never say anything like that again. Or I swear that I’ll smash your skull with your own bat”, you threatened between your clenched teeth. Negan tried in vain to say something but nothing came, remaining speechless. He saw you lower your head and look at your open hands. Your hair was tied in a quilt resting on your trembling shoulder. You raised your head towards him, anger now replaced by an indecipherable expression. He was perplexed and for the first time in a long time, he felt the tension in him under that indescribable gaze.

“How do you do ?” You finally said after a minute of silence. Negan was taken by surprise. He opened and closed his mouth. He opened it again, swallowing hard.

“What are you talking about ?”

“All the people you killed. How do you make to live with ?” Your words hit him hard. His face stiffened and his eternal mocking smile tightened. He put a hand on his peppery beard and then on his tired face. Your eyes hadn’t gone from him. You watched him put a hand through his black hair before he hung up his pistachio eyes at yours. “Why do you want to know ? Anyway, I have nothing to answer to this shitty question”, Negan murmured, rubbing his tired eyes. “Don’t make me believe you don’t feel anything”. "Of course I don’t. What makes you think I give a damn fuck to these these assholes ?” He replied dryly. “For what you told me barely an hour ago”. Negan looked at you before smiling. “Doll, you shouldn’t listen to all the shit I say”. “I know you say shit, I had to experience it for a while. But earlier you seemed honest”, you went on, ignoring the bad look he gave you. “You fucking well said”, Negan said as he stood up to stretch. He rededicated his gaze on you. “I seemed honest”. You felt the blood boiling in you seeing his fucking smile on his lips. You suddenly got up from the bed that squeaked again and you stood in front of him, clenched fists at your side. At first stupefied, Negan quickly got on the defensive and stepped back. “You're an asshole. You are a monster”. “You better lower your tone”, Negan threatened, finally deciding to get closer to you. “But I don’t think you feel anything in the depths of you”, you continued ignoring what he had just said. Your face close to his, you could see his nostrils dilated and hear his teeth cringe against each other. You felt the warm air against your skin, you also felt its perfume which masked its natural smell which, oddly frustrated you. Negan made a sudden movement towards you, and your heart began to beat harder against your chest when you felt him took your chin fiercely with his gloved hand. “Watch out, doll. It's not ‘cause I saved your pretty ass that you can talk to me with this fucking tone as if I were your little puppy puffing your shit in the way”. “Let me go”. “Why ? Are you doing in your panties now ?” Negan sniggered, his grave laughter singing in your ears. “Damn, let me go !” You yelled, raising your hand and slapping him with all your might. He released his grip on you and you took advantage of it to step back a step. Negan was massaging his red cheek with the slap you had just given him. While you felt the blood pulsing in your veins and your ears buzzing through the heavy silence in the room, you began to tremble when you saw the murderous look the man threw at you. And before you had time to react, he suddenly came over to you, grabbed you and plunged you violently against the gray wall, causing a moan of pain coming from you. “You think you can do what you want just ‘cause you're my wife ?!” Negan shouted, clapping his fist close to your face. The wall of a bland gray crackled lightly.

You took your courage in both hands and brought your face closer to his, feeling his hot air jerky with anger on you. Your noses were touching and your eyes were plunged into those of the other. The words said earlier by the man came back in your mind. And you felt once more the anger boiling in you. “I'm not your damn fucking wife ! And I’ll never be, understood ?!” You screamed in your turn. “That fucking mouth would do better to shut up before saying more bullshit than usual”. “My dirty mouth fucks you, Negan”. His legs became weaker suddenly to the agreement of his first name and he couldn’t prevent this pleasure climbing in him. “Sweetheart, you really have the gift of making me hard”. “I said not to repeat things lik-!” But he cut you off in the middle of your sentence by putting his hand on your mouth. He stuck you against the wall as he still kept you from talking with one of his hands, the other still in fist near your head. Negan analyzed your face as he felt the warmth in him. But when he came to your eyes, that night suddenly came to his mind. The same fear, the same despair that he had heard the first night you had spent at the Sanctuary. All these words you said without stopping. And the desire and excitement he felt just dissipated in an instant. He grunted and withdrew his hand, catching your eyes filled with water as a last sight. You kept stuck to the wall, your back still suffering from the impact with the wall, just a minute ago. You felt the breathing missing and you cursed yourself to let your emotions take over. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You didn’t hide it, leaving Negan watching you with his eyes veiled by an indeterminable feeling.

The man was waiting for you to calm down and finally went to your bed that he had left. “We better take care of these bruises on your stomach”, Negan muttered, already taking the white roll that was the bandage. You expired one last time, your eyes closed before opening them to see Negan already preparing the necessary material. Your body shook violently as you clenched your teeth. Your legs moved of their own accord to take you near Negan. Arrived near him, you clapped his hand to make dropping the medical equipment on your bed of a bland brown. “I don’t want you here. Get off of here”. “What ?” “Don’t the idiot. Get out of my room and right now !” You got upset by putting your hand on his chest to push him away from you. You raised your forefinger to the wooden door, not paying attention to the rebellious wick before your eyes. “I'll be fine on my own. So, go fuck your other fucking damn wives and leave me alone”, you murmured in a voice that wanted to be firm. Negan stood motionless for a moment, his face impassive. He simply nodded before turning over and bending over to take his bat against the head of the bed. You watched him leave the room, still silent. When he reached the door, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder. He looked one last time at your red eyes - which were still pecking - before putting his hand on the handle and gently opening the wooden door. He went. Before he disappeared, you saw Lucille swinging on his shoulder covered with luither and a movement of his hand as if to say goodbye. “We'll talk tomorrow”, you heard him says from the concrete corridor. And he closed behind him, leaving you alone in your room, lit by the feeble lamp on the night table, the rest plunged in the darkness of the night. While you thought you were totally alone, you took the blade that was your weapon - the only one that Negan had allowed you to wear - and you slid along the wall against which Negan had tied you. You looked at the sharp object in your trembling hand. Those same black thoughts came back to your head, this same desire to finish you invades again, as just earlier. And with a strange hesitation, you began to flay your arm with a skill not surprising given the number of times you had done in the past, damaging your skin where the thick liquid and dark red began to flow. Busy to hurt yourself while you were in your memories, you didn’t know that the man who had pushed you to do this was in the dark corridor, leaning against the wall with his ear strained. He could hear the crickets sung outside, the water flowing through the pipes and the droplets dripping from the ceiling. But the only thing he paid special attention to was your tears filled with sadness and grief. His hand went to the place where his heart stood and tightly clasped his white T-shirt, his lips tightly closed and his shoulders trembling as tears rose to his eyes. ***

I don’t know if it’s good but, I hope you liked it and sorry for these bad things. I hope you don’t mind but it’s important for me so. Thank you again for reading it and I hope I’ll see you for the next part !