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re-watching daredevil is not enough, i need Daredevil to fuck me
most of the time, i just act like i don't exist at all.
most of the time, i just act like i don't exist at all.
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Suit & Tie - Part 2
Pairing: DBF Negan x Grad Student Reader
Content Warnings: nsfw - age gap, male receiving oral, brief mention of female receiving oral, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, light bondage, overstimulation, praise kink, a little cockwarming, squirting, Negan genrally being a menace; mentions of heavy alcohol consumption; fluff
Authorâs Note: Back at it again with some more sneaky, sexy, age gap shenanigans this Thirsty Thursday Frisky Friday! This was part of a music ask game from January? Oops lol hence theđľ I couldnât write âto be continuedâ in the first one and not give yâall a part two!! Iâve also decided to make it a series. Bear with me bc I just recently discovered I could write something relatively plot driven as opposed to all porn LOL, so itâll be all out of order and spread out as far as when itâs written and posted. But this one is all porn, as you can tell by the warnings; with a sprinkle of fluff, as a treat. / gifs by @jeffreyssâŁď¸
No one has permission to copy, rewrite, translate, or repost my work in any capacity. This is my intellectual property.
Word Count: 5,027
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âCanât take you anywhere,â you chastise Negan when you make it to the hotel room he booked for the night, addressing his earlier antics.
He grins, clearly pleased with himself and not sorry at all. Incorrigible. He drops your overnight bag thatâs always stashed in his car, and steps over to you. Wraps his arms around your waist and looks at you with mischief in his eyes. âAnd Iâm not even finished with you yet.â
Your breath hitches, warmth pooling in your core for the third time in just a few hours.
You surprisingly had no problem leaving together, as your parents had gotten super wasted. Theyâre lightweights who went too hard, caught up in the festivities, and had to be taken home by one of the designated drivers. In their case, it was your dadâs older sister. Before they left, you and Negan came around to say goodnight, him promising to drop you off at your best friendâs house within the hour. They nodded and gave you sloppy kisses on the cheek, then were wrangled away like toddlers. He owes me for saving his drunk ass yet again, your aunt jests about her brother, referring to his wild youth.
Knowing thereâs no way theyâll remember where you said you were planning to be in their inebriated state, and that theyâll wake up and call you in a panic when they see youâre not home, you shoot them a message with the details in your family group chat, too.
The hotel room is gorgeous. Itâs spacious, housing a small kitchen, a desk, loveseat and two arm chairs with a coffee table, two beautiful night stand tables either side the massive bed, and a dresser within a walk-in closet, for extended stays, you presume. Youâll likely only be utilizing the bed tonight, you thinkâmaybe the couch, tooâbut you marvel at everything anyway. The floor-to-ceiling window really catches your eye, with its nice view of the lit water feature outside.
Your awe doesnât cease when you open the door to the bathroom. It has a double sink, a large stand-alone shower, and a jacuzzi tub. The towels and complimentary robes are fuzzy and so soft under your fingertips, and the slippers feel like stepping on a cloud. Okay, you plan on taking advantage of those as well. You leave him in there to empty his bladder while you look at the art on the walls.
You have to wonder how he got a room, on a wedding weekend, in a place that was sure to be booked up. Did he charm his way into getting it last minute, or had he made the reservation ahead of time, perhaps when he found out heâd get to be your date?
Those thoughts quickly fade when Negan returns from the bathroom. Having kicked off your shoes, your height difference has increased, and he looks down at you. He stands before you, still dressed in his tux, but now also sans footwear, with his jacket previously shrugged off and laid over one of the chairs, his tie loosened, and his dress shirt unbuttoned to let his salt-and-pepper chest hair peek through.
You drink him in. Heâs still carnally hungry, pupils lust-blown, wanting to throw you on the bed and fuck you into tomorrow. But first, you intend to return the favor from the liquor closet, and he waits mostly patiently for you to make your move. His fingers twitch at his sides, aching to touch himself and you.
After contemplating where you want him and in what state of undress, you guide him over to the loveseat and instruct him to sit. You sink to your knees, fitting yourself between his parted legs, grateful for the plush carpet under you. While pulling apart his belt, you see him going for the rest of the buttons on his shirt, but you stop him. âLeave it all on. I quite like you dressed up.â
Negan smirks and drops his hands to the cushion heâs sat upon, watching you pull his thick, heavy cock out of his pants. Heâs been sporting a semi all night that hasnât been touched once, so when your hands wrap around him, he lets out a groan of relief.
Just as he eats pussy for his own pleasure and yours, you love sucking him off. Gets you wet every time. In fact, it was the first thing you ever did during a hookup. The sexual tension between you had come to the point of no return the summer before you returned to grad school for your second year.
Your parents were throwing a pool party to kick off the season and celebrate the end of the academic year, and you were staying with them. You and Negan had been exchanging lingering glances and whispered flirtations every time you came home during the spring semester. The passing touches made your skin tingle from the contact point outward, and you couldnât take it anymore. It was obvious you wanted each other.
When you watched him exit the pool drenched in the cool water that matted his chest and belly hair down, you nearly salivatedâhe seemed to be moving in slow motion. His tattooed skin was so beautifully tanned, and his toned muscles were on display. As your eyes journeyed further south, you choked on the juice of your melting popsicle. The outline of his dick was clearly visible through his swim trunks, which the water had basically vacuum sealed to his body. And he made no moves to correct it while your eyes were on him.
You quickly looked away, as a poor attempt to not make it obvious your malfunction was due to ogling him.
âYou okay, sweetheart?â Your mom asked, looking up from her book.
âY-yeah,â you sputtered through a cough, holding up the frozen treat as an explanation.
Venturing a wary glance back in his direction, you saw Negan now with a towel around his waist and a huge grin on his face. Your parents and siblings may not have noticed, but he definitely did. Heâd later tell you that he put that little show on purposely. Watching you suck on something phallic was turning him on, and he wanted you to know.
After lunch, Negan ducked into the house to âuse the bathroomâ and you announced about two minutes later that you needed something from your room. This left most of your family outside. Lucky for you, the downstairs bathroom was occupied by your vain teenaged brother, forcing your soon-to-be beau to head for the one upstairs, across from your room.
He was waiting for you at the top of the stairs, and chuckled as you hurriedly dragged him into your bedroom. You all but slammed him into the closed door, quickly locking it before hungrily pulling his face down to yours. His hands found your waist as your lips crashed together with a passion only the end of a traitorously long period of yearning could yield. You moaned into his mouth as your hand palmed him through his shorts, earning you a guttural groan.
Negan then pulled away from you, much to your disappointment. âAre you sure about this? Your dad would fucking kill me if we got caught.â
âYes,â you breathed. âWeâll deal with that when we get there.â
He wanted to press further, but the way you squeezed his cock, then dropped to your knees made him forget his worries, if only for that moment.
Negan recalls this as you sit before him, about to take his throbbing dick in your mouth for what seems like the millionth time now since that first time. Licks his lips as he watches you part yours and close them around the swollen, leaking, raspberry colored tip.
He throws his head back and moans freely for you while you work. You bob your head up and down his length slowly, twisting your hands over what isnât in your mouth. Being able to take your time with and be as loud as you like for each other is a priceless luxury you get to indulge in in this room tonight, and you both fully intend to do just that.
Large hands thread their fingers through your hair when you swirl your tongue over his balls as your thumb works that sensitive ridge under the head of his cock. âFuuuuck, thatâs good,â he praises.
You hum against him in response, then return to his shaft, sponging wet kisses up the side before sucking him down your throat with ease. His breath stops and grip tightens as you constrict around him without gagging. It did take some time and training to get there, given his size, but you pride yourself on your ability to take him, and make this man helpless with only your mouth.
He quickly beckons you to his lips when he feels his balls tightening. This isnât how he wants to come; at least not this early. You release him, and he falls from you with a bounceâsomething youâll never get tired of seeing. His kiss is demanding, tongue dominating yours as he takes back control.
When he pulls back, he looks you over, thinking about his next move. He starts undressing himself again before he speaks. âStrip,â he instructs while he sheds his dress shirt.
You give a chuckleâthere isnât much to strip out of. You hadnât bothered with panties, and the dress youâre wearing has built-in cups, so itâs the only thing that needs to come off. Turning around to enlist his help, you ask him to unzip you.
Neganâs hands feel hot against you, even through the fabric, as one hand holds your hip and the other finds the zipper in the middle of your back. He pulls it down slowly with his thumb and pointer finger, letting the knuckles of the rest of his digits trail your spine, making your shiver. The closure ends right above the curve of your ass, which he grabs a handful of, squeezing possessively. âBend over for me while you take it off.â
You do as he says, letting the straps fall from your shoulders and pulling them down your arms. You roll the top half down your body, then your thumbs hook into the material at your waist and you pitch forward, pushing back towards him as you bare yourself completely. He growls at the view from his seated position: your soft skin, round bottom, that little peek of your glistening pussy. Wants to dive in face first, but his dick is demanding alternative action.
After standing and quickly stepping out of his slacks and briefs, he pulls you into the bathroom. He turns on the shower and plants you against the cool glass door, making you arch away from it and into him. His fingers circle your clit slowly, and you stroke his cock while you wait for the water to come to temperature. It only takes a few moments for steam to fill the room, thankfully for both your sakes.
You step into the spray with a contented sigh, wrapping your arms around Neganâs neck and pressing into his body, your mouth finding his. His hands first hold you at the waist, then they move up your back and an arm is thrown over your shoulder as you meet for a kiss.
âYou know, it felt so good to have you by my side tonight, showing you off,â he murmurs against your lips. You stare up at him with adoration in your eyes and youâre met by the same look in his. âWant everybody to know youâre mine.â
You smile at him before youâre back to devouring each other again, both of you smiling into the kiss that starts soft, but quickly turns ravenous. Before long, Negan is retreating to spin your body to face away from him. Your hands find the grab bar on the wall in front of you, holding onto it as he opens you up for him. He raises one leg to place your foot on the ledge conveniently located adjacent to your other support. The architects knew what they were doingâand what youâd be doingâwhen they planned this shower.
Neganâs dick slides in between your parted legs, its upward curve allowing it to nestle flush against your sex. He fists it at the base, gliding through your slick labia once, twice, thrice, to lubricate himself. He canât wait a second longer to take you after that, guiding his length to your entrance.
You gasp as he pushes in fluidly and stretches you, then moan when he bottoms out. Youâve gotten used to how big he is, but it feels like the first time, every time, regardless.
âFuck, Iâve been dying to do that since I first laid eyes on you in that dress,â he pants into your ear.
By the way your walls flutter around him and his dick twitches inside you, you both know that neither of you will last long, but you donât care; youâve got all night to ravish each other.
One of Neganâs hands palms your breasts while the other steadies you by your hip, keeping you in place as he drives into you with an animalistic need. The way he angles his thrusts makes it so that he hits your g-spot consistently, and you praise âRight there, f-fuck, just like that.â
The shower echoes with the sound of the water raining down over you, the slap of your bodies meeting again and again, and your harmonious moans.
When he feels you start to constrict around him, Negan pauses to reach for the removable showerhead behind him. He turns the dial to the highest pressure setting and hands it to you, then resumes pounding away, breath heavy and ragged in your ear.
âWanna feel you come on my cock, doll. Been waiting all night.â He speaks through gritted teeth. Youâd certainly laugh at his thought that the restraint he had tonight killed him, seeing as how he indulged in you twice before you even got to where you are now.
You whimper as you bring the hose between your legs, positioning the potent spray directly over your clit, just as eager to succumb. A hiss leaves your mouth when it makes contact; itâs too powerful. Youâre still so sensitive from before. Turning it down one notch, you let the sensation of the rushing water, the precision of your manâs dick, and the sounds he makes for you coax you up and over the edge with a wail.
Your clit pulsates and your pussy contracts tightly around Neganâs length while your body quivers in his embrace, setting off his own orgasm. He groans loudly as he throbs inside of you, and you feel him paint your walls with several strong spurts of come. By the time you descend from your highs, youâre both pressed up against the tiles to keep you upright; the intensity of your releases has made your legs rather useless.
Once your strength returns, you pull your tired bodies apart and lazily lather up and rinse away the busy evening, then dry off and redress in some fresh undergarments from your overnight bags and the fluff robes on the hook behind the bathroom door. You shuffle hand in hand to the bed, finally sinking into the cool, silky sheets.
Youâre yawning seconds after your head hits the pillow, eyes fluttering shut, when you feel Neganâs hands slipping under your robe to fondle your breasts. You peer over at him quizzically, wondering just what the hell he thinks heâs doing. It isnât unusual for him to touch you like this while youâre lying in bed together, but you know heâs up to something when he gives one nipple a light pinch. Thatâs when you have to stop him.
âNegan,â you say his name in warning.
He ignores your tone, sing-songing a playful yes, dear? in reply as he continues to use his nimble fingers to make your breath catch. You can feel him starting to stir again and you canât help but be amazed by his virility and stamina. Youâre a really good lay for an old man, you teased him once. That was the time you fucked like rabbits after not seeing each other for weeks, and he had no trouble keeping up with you despite his age.
But youâre not having it right now. âNo,â you tell him, taking his hands off of your body.
Youâre not fully facing or looking at him, but you know heâs pouting when he says âOne more, sweetheart. Gimme just one more.â
âWhat has gotten into you?â You turn around in his arms to ask him.
He shrugs with a smirk. âSomething about having a hotel room just makes me wanna fuck you every waking minute weâre in here.â
Against your wishes, your pussy clenches, that all too familiar need swirling in your belly. âAnd as much as I agree with that sentiment, I donât know if I can take anymore tonight.â The orgasms this man gives are earth shattering, and thus, appropriately, exhausting.
He rolls over on top of you, closing you in with his forearms either side of your head. You can feel his erection poking you. When he brings his face down towards you, you automatically part your lips in anticipation despite your previous protests. Your mind-body connection is interrupted by a flood or hormones.
Negan runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours, making your eyes flutter shut. He molds his mouth to yours, lips fitting together as if made for one another. Your hands hold the back of his neck and pull him down closer to you, and your hips almost involuntarily lift to meet his. This makes him smirk against you.
âYou say you canât take it, but here you are trying to get that little pussy wet all over again,â he teases, pressing his half-hard dick flush to your sex. Giving a whine, you hide your face in his neck. âI know you can come for me one more time, doll.â
The effect this man has on you is insane. Even his softest touch gets your pulse quickening, your skin tingling, breath hitching. Your nipples are quick to pebble under his firm chest as his kisses move to your neck, where he stops to suck to bruise into your sweet spot.
âNeed to hear you say it, sweetheart. Tell me you want me to fuck you again,â he rasps in your ear before sinking his teeth into the soft lobe.
âNegan,â you whimper. Your legs part, allowing him to fit better between them and rub his clothed cock over the growing damp spot on your panties. He ventures further down your body, sealing his mouth over the stiffened bud on each breast, nipping at them lightly. âFuck, that feels so good, baby.â
âYou want me, donât you?â You nod fervently, hands on his head as he continues to lavish your nipples. The way his tongue licks at your skin makes you shiver; the memory of it tracing your clit earlier in the night causing your breath to falter. âIf you donât use your words, Iâll stop.â
The warning starts your heart racing. You donât want him to. He canât; not after heâs gotten you riled up like this. âPlease fuck me,â you breath.
âGood girl,â he praises, then gets out of bed, to which you whine. âJust a second, peach.â
Your eyes are closed, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the onslaught of his insatiable appetite, so you donât see what heâs doing. Taking his boxers off, you assume. What you donât expect when he climbs back in and puts both arms over your head, clasping them together, is the feeling of satin encircling your wrists. âWhat are yââ Your question dies mid-ask as Negan silences you with his mouth.
âShhh, hold still for me.â You nod again, letting him bind your hands together, and then to the headboard. When he finishes, he grins at you. âKnew my tie would come in handy at some point.â
Your mouth falls open in surprise and a chuckle follows the action. You had thought about this too, so you canât even be mad.
âCanât have you runninâ from me.â Those words send a bolt of lightning through you. You are in for it, and now you really donât know if youâll survive him. âUse your safeword if you have to.â
Neganâs fingertips drag over your body lightly, almost tickling you, and you squirm against your restraint. God, he loves the way you react to him. He watches your eyes shut tight and your hands grip the tie above you as his digits dance over your ribcage, across your stomach, and circle your navel. He drums them against your hip bones, then switches to scratching your thighs in that way he knows makes you wet.
He leans forward, dick hovering over above belly, and takes one of the numerous pillows from beside your head. Beckoning you to lift up with a soft tap, he pulls your panties off, then tucks the pillow under you. This elevates your ass and changes the angle of penetration, ensuring your g-spot will be stimulated.
Negan pulls your legs apart and sets them over his thighs as he sits back on his heels. You tremble in anticipation, seeing the way he stares down at your pussy, nearly salivating onto it. Not that heâll need anymore lubrication. When he pushes the thick head of his cock through your folds, he swears, his length coated in your juices with just one pass. He repeats this action, and you flinch each time he gets closer to your clit.
âF-fuck, Negan.â You try to pull away from him when he finally rubs over that tingling bundle of nerves, sensitive from the orgasm you just had 20 minutes ago, but he doesnât let you. Grips your waist and lets his dick fall to your entrance. Groans while you gasp as he presses in slowly, watching himself disappear inch by inch until heâs so deep your toes curl. He puts his hand on your belly and applies pressure, making you gasp.
âYou feel me right there?â You nod breathlessly. He looks up at you, capturing your eyes as he speaks his next words. âThatâs my favorite spot. Love being buried inside you.â
This man has a way with words that makes you weak in the knees. He hasnât even started to move yet, but youâre already whimpering and contracting around him.
This elicits a moan from him that causes a new wave of arousal to slicken your walls. âDo that again.â His eyes flutter shut as you do, squeezing his girth, and he twitches in response. He stays there, unmoving, letting you feel every thick, veiny inch of him.
Before long, you grow ansty. As much as you love the blissful look on his face right now, you need more. âNo more teasing. Fuck me,â you plead.
Negan's eyes pop open, darker now, pupils lust-blown. He complies with your request, pulling back only slightly before pushing back in. His pace is slow, strokes measured and precise. You swear you can already feel the coil that builds your orgasm tightening after just a few thrusts.
The sensations each of you are feeling are heightened by the pornographic squelching sounds of your wet pussy and your respective vocalizations of pleasure. The way Negan grinds his hips is hypnotizing, the head of his cock catching again and again on that spot that makes your eyes roll back.
Youâre getting lost in the high, the freedom to be with him so unabashedly, to just fully give in to each other without fear of consequences. You ought to book more hotel stays.
When your moans turn to whimpers, Negan pushes his fingers past your parted lips, beckoning you to lubricate them for him. He then brings them back between your bodies, splaying four digits flat against your clit and rubbing them back and forth over it slowly at first, gauging your sensitivity.
It feels like static with a mildly painful edge, and your legs try to close around his hand, but he uses his other one to keep you spread wide open for him. Though you wince and struggle, unable to use your arms to get away, he persists, increasing his speed until itâs dizzying. You both know the safeword, and it hasnât been uttered yet.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my g-god,â you pant. You donât think youâll be able to come again. Itâs almost too much. âNegan, Iââ
ââHey, look at me, peach. Youâre doing so good, baby. Almost there, I know you can make it.â His thrusts never falter, continuing to deliver targeted strokes to your g-spot. Between that stimulation, his encouragement, and the fact that from within the static, the pleasurable kind of tingle finally emerges, you begin to relax some. âThaaaatâs it, good girl. Let it happen, come for me.â
Your back arches and you writhe against the restraint keeping you in place. Muscles tense painfully as the swell of your orgasm crescendos rapidly. And then it crashes over you, tsunami wave after tsunami wave, the power ripping a scream from your throat and ejecting a rush of fluid from your body that splashes onto Neganâs crotch and the sheets. With your eyes shut tight, you donât see it; drowning in the relief of the release. Your thighs quiver as you whimper and pant, feeling like youâre on another planet.
The sounds of Negan swearing loudly and gasping draws you back down to earth, and you open your eyes to see his glued to where your bodies met. The strength of your contractions have forced him to stop his movements and pull out. Heâs staring in amazement at the mess youâve made all over him.
Glancing down, you see that his cock, pubic hair, and even just below his belly button are drenched, and you feel the wet spot beneath you where your juices are soaking into the sheets. âHoly shit.â
When you peer up at him, you see an absolutely feral look in his eyes. This is the first time youâve squirted for him, and god heâs aching to pump you so full of his come that it seeps back out around his cock as he fucks it into you. It gets your heart racing all over again.
âUntie me, please,â You request. You know heâs about to capital-F fuck you, and you want to be able to hold onto him. He nods and reaches over to unloop his knots, setting you free, and tosses the fabric aside.
Then he puts your legs over his shoulders and leans his body into yours. Your lungs struggle to adequately fill with air with the position and anticipation of his roughness, but you donât care.
Negan pushes back into you with a low moan. God, heâs already so close. He starts to drill into you relentlessly, chasing his own orgasm so desperately that he doesnât care heâs getting a cramp. He fights through it, fucking you hard, fast, and deep until youâre scratching at his back, crying out from the burn of all the friction your pussy has endure tonight.
When he reaches his peak, itâs with a guttural groan and ragged breath, hips stilling with his dick seated as far in you as itâll go. You can feel all of him; every ridge, vein, and throb, as your walls squeeze every ounce of come out of his balls and into you.
Negan pulls out, then falls on top of you after heâs wiped out. You welcome his weight, holding him as your breathing evens out and your pounding hearts slow down. You spend some time stroking his sweat-matted hair, and hum happily as you accept his soft kisses to your neck.
Heâs the first to move off of the mattress when you finally pull apart from each other, sticky and exhausted. He beckons you to come admire the stain of your combined releases before carrying you into the bathroom for a quick clean up. He wraps you up in the soft, fluffy robe that had been discarded not long after you got into bed, and returns you to the room, setting you down on the loveseat. Next, he strips the soiled bedding, making up the bed with the fresh linens he found in the closet.
By the time he finishes, youâre curled into yourself and nodding off. He chuckles to himself as he scoops you up and lays you down, crawling in after you in his matching robe.
âHey,â he says, rousing you. âDonât fall asleep on me just yet.â
You shoot him a sleepy, one-eyed glare, daring him to ask you for more sex. Itâs been a long day and night, and the only thing he should be wanting to sink into is the damn mattress.
He laughs, putting his hands up in surrender. âI promise Iâm through with you now. Just wanted to say thank you. I had a really great time at the wedding, and an even better time up here. You did so good for me, peach. I canât believe how you fucking drenched me.â He shakes his head, replaying the moment in his mind.
âAnyway, thank you, again. Iâm so fucking lucky to have you.â Negan kisses your wrists, which are feeling better after he massaged them following the clean up. The lines remain imprinted on your skin, but you donât mind. Itâs a nice reminder of some of the best dick youâve ever gotten. âI love you.â
You echo his words, then surrender to the sleep your body is desperate for, dreaming of your future wedding. Your conscious mind knows there will be obstacles in the lead up to it, whenever it may happenânamely breaking the news of your relationship to the people who raised you, one half of them being his best friendâbut you and Negan are in this for the long haul. Youâll figure it out, because thereâs no way youâre letting this gem of a man go.
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Suit & Tie - Part 1
Song: Suit & Tie x Justin Timberlake ft. JAY-Z
Pairing: Dadâs Best Friend Negan x Grad Student Reader
Content Warnings: nsfw - age gap, exhibitionism?, public fingering, dirty talk, female receiving oral
A/N: I should be put in horny jail for this because I was supposed to be sleeping when I wrote it đ but Iâm using DBF Negan as my get out of jail free card/scapegoat bc really this is all his doing. Heâs On One in this piece 𼴠/ Ami, I will def do that!!!
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Word Count: 2,115
As long as I got my suit & tie, Iâma leave it all on the floor tonight. And you got fixed up to the nines, let me show you a few things. All pressed up in black and white, and youâre dressed in that dress I like. [Lust] is swinginâ in the air tonight, let me show you a few things.
The Luckiest | JDM x Reader | Oneshot
Summary: A premier leaves Y/N feeling insecure, but luckily her husband knows how to help.Â
Rating: 18+ (Smut)
Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader (Reader is about Jensenâs age)
Tags: Daddy kink, insecure!reader, insecurities, minor angst, oral sex (fem rec), p in v, praise kink, validation, fluff
WC: Âą 2.7K
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âWow, Danneel looks incredible,â you sigh, your eyes landing on the dress that looks like it was handmade for Deeâs exact figure. Her hair and makeup are just as flawless as the rest of her, and she poses with her husband effortlessly as you shuffle awkwardly next to your own husband.Â
âShe looks nice,â your husband agrees, âbut you look better.âÂ
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The Nurse (Part Six) || Rick Grimes (TWD)
Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
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Summary:Â Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. Youâd always wondered where heâd ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.
TWS:Â Blood, gore, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, angst, angsty!Rick, jealousy, and all things typical of TWD.
[[A/N: I listened to Boyfriend by Dove Cameron to write this, so... I think you can assume how this vibes. You simply have this man WHIPPED, I will not take any further questions. Thanks for reading :)) ]]
Your eyes were hazy, something warm coming across your skin, as you followed the empty hallways. Well, not empty.
Rick was there, Judith carefully held in his arms -every once in a while, he'd lean down to kiss her forehead. The casual affection took you somewhere else for a moment, like watching your grandparents in the kitchen just so natural in each other's spaces -so domestic. When you were younger, reading books about extravagance -big gestures and life-threatening situations, your mind had settled on the balance of fairytales.
Who wished for a lackluster ending? Who wanted to dance in the kitchen too early in the morning, instead of the adventure of a lifetime? It hadn't made sense then.
But watching him now, gentle and bouncing around the room, you'd realized somewhere deep within yourself... maybe you had.
The idea of a home, where the sun seeped through curtains and the smell of breakfast wavered out through the air. Smiles, and playgrounds. Movie nights, and the whispers of promises of forever.
Your brain fogged, and you blinked to try to clear your head. Even just for a solid second, you still found Rick in your eyesight. And maybe he was dusted in dirt, and his hair wasn't washed, but the idea with him made much more sense. You just couldn't chance the thought, not in this world.
"You're drooling."
Rick Burning His Shirt | 4x02 - Infected
The Nurse (Part Three) || Rick Grimes (TWD)
Part one, Part Two, Part Three
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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.
TWS: Blood, gore, hospital mention, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, all things typical of TWD.
[[A/N: this one is set directly after the ending of 2, so get ready for some grimey action! I'm so excited to begin the romance part of all this. Thanks for reading!!]]
At first, he didn't say anything, eyes laid hesitantly on you -testing if he knew you, you'd assumed.
"Who's askin'?"
You brushed off your hands, taking a few warning steps back from Carl, as the man took a step towards him. Almost like an even exchange, as his calloused hands pulled his son to him - a protective notion that you couldn't blame him for.
"Y/N," you answered, confidently.
Daryl interrupted the eye contact, which you were kind of thankful for, "They're a doctor, felt like we could use the help. 'Specially with Jude."
Rick's eyes faltered to Daryl at the name, gaze sharp and concentrated, and suddenly, you wondered who exactly this Jude was.
He took steps forward towards you, long strides with the twinkle of his belt and Carl pushed behind him, "How do you know me?"
Rick was close to you now, and you felt a bit unhinged in the energy rolling off him in waves - an untouched emotional burst. You knew them well. Just don't push-
"How do you know my son?" His tone echoed much more dangerous, and for a moment, you weren't sure how to explain your situation.
Hey, I love your writing! Could you write a story about Rick Grimes and a female reader?
It's two months after Lori's death and you and Rick have been sneaking around keeping your relationship on the DL
And during one of the hookups, he ended up calling you Lori instead. The hookups stopped for a while, and he went crazy because you had been avoiding him since the awkward moment. He ended up doing everything in his power to get you back
Please don't rush take your time :]
â Sweetheart â
pairing Rick Grimes x f!Reader
cw smut, unprotected p in v, angst, pining
note you are very kind, @hutchersonsgurl and i really enjoyed writing this request! sorry i took so long, but ty for your patience! i hope you like!
4.7k words
 This was the nth time you woke up naked, laying against Rick's bare chest in the uncomfortable cot of your cell. The first time this happened, you felt horrible. His wife had died barely two months ago, and here you were fucking him in secret. Maybe this was his way of grieving, or maybe he actually liked you, but either way the sex was too good to stop.Â
"Mornin' sweetheart," he said, his voice still raspy with sleep. Your heart swelled. You loved when he used that nickname. You responded by pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you closer.Â
"Get 'nough sleep?" he asked, a teasing quality to his voice. He had kept you up all night and he knew it. You had the sore thighs and marks littering your body to prove it.Â
âYou kept me up all night and wore me out. I think I should be exempt from my duties today.â He laughed at your suggestion.Â
âSâtoo bad. I wanted to go out for a quick supply run, jus you ân me.â You perked up at this. Supply runs that involved just the two of you were always more than supply runs. Even if they ended up just being regular supply runs, you still enjoyed spending time with Rick.Â
âWhenâre we leavinâ!?â You asked excitedly as you untangled yourself from Rickâs arms to get up. He pulled you back into the cot and held you in a tighter embrace.Â
âItâs still early. Letâs stay like this for a bit, yeah?â He asked before tenderly kissing your hairline.Â
"You seriously wearin' that?" Rick asked as you approached the car. You wore a form fitting tank top paired with some denim low rise short shorts. You knew it wasn't the most practical outfit, but you couldn't resist teasing him.Â
"Somethin' wrong?" you asked with faux innocence. He couldn't answer you seeing as he was too busy gawking. Piercing blue eyes stared at your cleavage before drifting down to your thighs where the marks he sucked on them peeked out from beneath the shorts. He's seen you naked and been inside you so many times, yet the sight of you in that simple outfit damn near brought him to his knees.Â
"You gonna keep starin' or are we gonna get goin'?" You asked, arms impatiently crossed beneath your chest. He playfully rolled his eyes before opening the passenger side door for you, ushering you inside. He got in the driver's side and began driving to the department store you spotted the other day.Â
 Rick's hand rested comfortably on your thigh as he drove and as you alternated between admiring him and admiring the view outside. Being alone with the man gave you the perfect opportunity to ask him all the questions swimming in your head about your relationship. You couldn't decide between enjoying the peaceful, comfortable silence or initiating a talk with him, but eventually decided on the latter.Â
"What am I to you, Rick?" you asked with forced nonchalance. You could've sworn you saw him tense up, but he recovered so quickly you couldn't even be sure it happened.Â
"What do you-" he took a breath, "what do you mean?"Â
The lack of an immediate answer made your heart sink a little. You weren't expecting a speech followed by a marriage proposal, but anything else would've been nicer.Â
"Am I a rebound? A friend? A bootycall? A..." you hesitated for a moment, "girlfriend?" You hated how hopeful you sounded at the last suggestion.Â
 He ran a hand over his face and sighed before answering. "I don' know what you are to me." Your eyes burned with tears that you refused to let fall. His hand grabbed yours, squeezing it comfortingly. "But I know you're special to me and I could never live without you." You reciprocated his hand squeeze. Although it wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear, his words made your heart swell.Â
 You held his hand for the rest oft the car ride, until the department store came into view. It was worn down on the outside, like most places were, and some of the letters were missing from the sign. Some windows were broken and others were boarded up. Pickings were slim so even if you thought there'd be nothing in there, it'd be worth it to check. You exited the car and grabbed your backpack full of snacks, water bottles, and a few weapons along with an empty bag for your finds and slung it over your shoulder. Rick grabbed it from you and carried it instead, a simple but gentlemanly gesture.Â
 Hand in hand, the two of you entered the store. You were shocked to see fluorescent lighting and feel the cool air conditioning. The rest of the store was a mess. Dismembered mannequins, clothes, and clothing hangers littered the floor. Empty clothing racks were tipped over along with shopping carts.Â
"Just grab a bunch of these clothes for everyone, I'll go look for some baby stuff," Rick said. You agreed and began shoving as many clothes as you could fit into the empty bag. With Rick off somewhere else, you began looking around the store. It all looked the same aside for a few different items strewn across the floor. You threw an apple scented candle into the bag because why not, and shoved in some blankets. The bag could barely zip, which was your sign to stop "shopping." You continued exploring the store until you came across the mattress aisle.
  It had felt like ages since you've felt the comfort of a real mattress and it was far too tempting not to give in. You set the bag down, but kept your knife and holster on you in case you ran into any trouble. You ran before jumping onto a random mattress, bouncing a little before settling on it. The fluffy comfort soothed your achy body. It hadnât even been a minute, but your eyelids already started feeling heavy. Rick calling your name jostled you from your short sleep. You debated on ignoring him so you could drift back off to sleep, but that was far too dangerous and you knew that.Â
âOver here,â you called back. He found his way over to you, baby clothes and other items in his arms. He looked at you skeptically before setting the stuff in his arms down.Â
âWhatâre you doin?âÂ
âWhen was the last time you felt a real mattress, Rick?â He looked up in thought, but took too long to answer, so you patted the spot beside you. He flopped onto the mattress, settling down next to you. You turned to face him.Â
âComfy, right?â His face cracked into a smile.Â
âYeah, too bad we canât take it back to the prison,â he lamented.Â
âYeah,â you trailed off, eyes darting between his eyes and pink lips, âWe better make the best outta this while we can.â You couldnât help the way your mouth pulled into a smirk. His face mirrored yours as he pulled you in for a kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down your body, gripping your ass before pulling you into him, grinding his crotch against yours. He moaned into your mouth, allowing you to slip your tongue into his, tasting him. Out of breath, he pulled away, panting with pink cheeks and pupils blown with lust. He flipped you from on your side to your back before kneeling on either side of your hips. You sat up and went for his belt buckle, but he pushed you back down into the mattress.Â
âCâmon, Rick, whatâre you waitingâ for?â You whined impatiently. He leaned down and grabbed your face between one of his large hands, lips puffing out from the way he squeezed your cheeks.Â
âPatience, little girl, or I wonât let ya cum,â he threatened with a lustful darkness in his eyes. Your stomach flipped and your pussy throbbed. You loved this side of Rick, but you hated waiting. You nodded your head and he relinquished his hold on your face. The pout on your face was quickly wiped away when he began sucking on the space where your neck and shoulder connected. You were too caught up in the moment to worry about him leaving marks on hard to cover places on your body, and he didn't seem to care too much either. He nipped at your collar bones as you tried to stifle the giggles that the ticklish feeling of his beard caused. When your tank top got in the way of his descent, he made quick work of removing it, almost tearing it in the process. His eyed went wide when he realized you weren't wearing a bra, but you just smiled innocently at him, causing his pants to tighten. The cool, air conditioned air hardened your nipples, which Rick pinched, earning restrained whimpers from you and making you squirm beneath him.Â
"Nah, no holdin' back, I wanna hear you."Â
"B-but what if walkers-" your own moan cut you off when Rick took your breast into his warm mouth. He captured your nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he sucked all while his other hand continued pinching the other. Your hands tangled in his hair as you pathetically whimpered. He pulled away from your breast with a wet pop and continued kissing wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach, until he met the waistband of your little shorts. The way he strained against his pants grew painful and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.Â
"Turn 'round, wanna see your pretty ass in those little shorts," he ordered, gripping your hips to flip you over. You supported yourself on your elbows with your back arched and ass in the air, per Rickâs command.Â
âGod, you look so damn good in those shorts.â The complement sent heat flooding to your core.Â
âHurry up, Rick, I need you!â You whined wantonly. You knew Rick didnât have patience for your impatience, but could he take any longer? Rick slapped your ass, leaving a pleasurable sting.Â
âWhatâd I tell you âbout beinâ patient?â Rick snapped. You glanced at him behind you with pleading pout on your face, silently asking for forgiveness all while begging him to hurry up and pound you into the mattress. He already couldnât say no to you, but when you looked at him like that it took almost everything in him to not give into your every whim.Â
âGoddamn, sweetheart, you drive me crazy,â he groaned as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt. His hands were on you again, yanking your shorts down to your knees. With the way your arousal coated your inner thighs, Rick gave up on taking his time with you. You looked so delectable as you eagerly laid there desperately waiting for him with your own wetness leaking down your supple thighs. His hand held your hip in place as the other lined himself up with your entrance. He slid in effortlessly, filling you up so perfectly. A guttural moan escaped him once he bottomed out. Every vein along his shaft you could feel as he thrusted in and out of you. His grip on your hips hardened to the point of leaving bruises as he pounded in and out of you.Â
âYer takinâ me so good, princess,â he said between his own pants and occasional breathy moans.
Your elbows shook as you struggled to support yourself, weakened by the pleasure and the pounding you were getting from the man behind you. They finally gave out, leaving you face down in the soft mattress. Rickâs thrusts were becoming sloppy and rhythmless as his breathing shallowed.Â
âRick, âm gonna cum,â you whined.Â
âMe too, jusâ wait a sec.âÂ
He continued his tired thrusts, his hips bumping your ass with each one, filling the store with wet, erotic sounds.
âOh, god! Rick!â You screamed as you came around his cock. Your velvety walls squeezed him as your eyes rolled back while your orgasm overtook you. He let out a guttural moan as his hot release flooded your tired cunt. After pulling out, the man collapsed beside you on the mattress. You turned to face him, a sleepy smile on your face as you cuddled up to him. He took you in his arms and held you to his chest, peppering kisses all over any part of you he could reach.Â
âYouâre so good to me, Lori,â he said between kisses. You froze and Rick did too. You forced yourself out of his arms. His arms were once your favorite place to be. You felt safe, warm, and comforted, like the world hasnât ended. But now it felt like your world ended. The arms that once gave you safety and comfort left you feeling vulnerable and weak.Â
âSweetheart, I-Iâm sorry, it was a genuine mistake,â he pleaded. His blue eyes held unshed tears which he blinked back as he desperately apologized. You ignored him, choosing instead to redress yourself in an angered frenzy.Â
He called your name in that firm tone he uses when heâs serious. âIt was an accident, I promis-â
âShut up, Rick!â You snapped. His eyes widened in shock and honestly yours did too. You never snapped at him and not in a million years would you have told him to shut up. But you were just so angry. He hurried off the bed and pulled up his pants before hurrying to catch up to you as you stormed off. He grabbed your arm, successfully stopping you.Â
âJust,â he sighed, âjust listen to me. Please?â He pleaded. You refused to look at him, not wanting him to see the tears you couldnât hold back. You snatched your arm out of his grip and grabbed your previously discarded bag.Â
âIâm goinâ back to the prison,â you said cooly, grateful you were able to keep the waver out of your voice. The lump in your throat burned and your chest ached, but you refused to look back at the man, despite him calling after you. In all honesty, you just wanted to run into his arms and cry into his chest, but he was the one who had you feeling this way.Â
 Rick had caught up to you once you were back outside in the Georgian heat. âYou canât walk back to the prison by yourself. Itâs far and itâs dangerous,â he bargained. You turned to glare at him, facing him for the first time since he called you by his recently deceased wifeâs name.Â
âI can handle myself just fine out there and you know that!â Rick was only rubbing salt in the wound, intentional or not. It already hurt that he called you by the wrong name, but to underestimate you like that only cut deeper.Â
âI donât doubt that one bit, but itâs dangerous out there and Iâm jusâ tryinâ to protect you!âÂ
 Normally, you reveled in his protectiveness. It made you think that maybe there was a chance he loved you, too, but now it only made you angrier. How dare he hurt you then pretend to care about your safety by claiming to protect you.Â
âWhy? Cause you couldnât protect your precious Lori!?â You spat before your hands flew up to cover your mouth in shock. Rickâs face fell as he stood there, frozen, staring at you with heartbreak evident in his eyes. You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. It wasnât even his fault she died. An apology burned on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed it, wanting Rick to hurt just as much as you did. Your turned on your heel and resumed your trek back to the prison and this time he didnât stop you.Â
You cried to yourself quietly in your cell that night. It had been the first night in a while that you spent without Rick under the covers with you. His Freudian slip was more than an innocent mistake to you, it solidified every insecurity that had been brewing in the back of your head. Rick didn't love you, he loved Lori and you were just there to wet his dick while he grieved her death. You looked at him like he hung the moon, but when he looked at you, he just wished you were someone else, and that hurt. Eventually, that hurtful feeling of emptiness was overtaken by a dreamless sleep.Â
When you woke the next morning, you just wanted to go to sleep. You wanted to skip out on all your responsibilities and re-enter that state of dreamless sleep that kept you from thinking about Rick. Once you got ready for the day, you trudged over to get something to eat. Footsteps rapidly approached behind you and you felt a hand gently grab your forearm.Â
"Can we please talk?" Rick asked. You didn't even want to turn to face him, your urge to ignore him too strong. Honestly, you hoped he'd be mad at you too, for what you had said, but he didn't sound mad at all, just desperate. When you turned to face him, all of your emotions from last night came flooding back tenfold.Â
"There's nothing to talk about," you replied, struggling to keep your voice even. You hated how broken you sounded almost more than you hated the way he was looking at you. His red rimmed eyes hinted that he had also been crying, but the way hurt and remorse swam around in his blue irises tugged at your heartstrings. You just wanted to give in and hug him and have him tell you everything was alright while he kissed your tears away. But the thought that maybe he used to do that to Lori upset you all over again, sending tears burning your already puffy eyes. You snatched your arm out of his grip and turned away from him once again.
"I, um... There's lots of walkers at the fence," you mumbled before hurrying off.Â
All week, Rick didn't give up on trying to win you back. It honestly confused you. Did he miss you, or did he just miss having sex with you? Either way, you refused to give in. As much as you wanted to, you wouldn't. You didn't want to keep being a replacement for his late wife, so you just ignored and avoided him whenever you could.
 Whenever you would pass Rick in the halls, you'd go another way so he couldn't talk to you, which he always tried to do. He'd either try to apologize or beg you to talk to him, neither of which you wanted to listen to. You ignoring him really started to take a toll on him, and everyone started noticing.Â
"Wha's goin' on between you 'n Rick?" Maggie asked you in the watchtower when she came to switch shifts with you.Â
The question caught you off guard, stilling you in your place. "Nothin', why?" you replied as casually as you could. The mention of the man always made your heart beat a little faster, apparently that remained true when you were mad at him.
"He's seemed a little...off lately, and honestly, you have too."Â
You trusted Maggie, you really did, but just the thought of telling her what happened felt humiliating.Â
"Why do ya say that?" you ask, still trying to play it cool.Â
"Well, ever since the two a' ya stopped seein' each other, you both've been miserable and it's kinda been affectin' everyone in here too," she explained. Your eyes went wide in shock knowing that she knew about your hookups with Rick. She must think you were awful for getting in bed with him almost as soon as his wife died, and it made your stomach churn.Â
"Y-you knew?" you forced out through your dry throat.Â
"There isn't much privacy in here," she said matter of factly.Â
You looked down at your feet in shame, unshed tears burning in your eyes. If she knew, it was likely everyone else knew too.Â
"Anyway," she said, digging in her pocket. She pulled out a few wildflowers. "Rick wanted me to give you these." You accepted them before you could even think of rejecting them.Â
"Thanks, Maggie," you said, offering a weak smile. She returned the smile. Your turned to leave the watchtower, but before you could go, the sound of her voice stopped you.Â
"Just so you know, nobody's judgin' Rick 'n you." You felt some of the weight on your shoulders dissipate. It was nice to know nobody hated you for hooking up with Rick, but that didn't matter much since you two were essentially broken up.Â
 Rick missed you. He was more distraught now than he was when he was seeing his dead wife in different places. He hadn't been able to sleep without you wrapped up in his arms. Guilt crushed him whenever you avoided him around the prison. Guilt because he hurt one of the most important to him. He didn't even care about what you said that day, he just wanted you back. It wasn't even the sex that he missed, it was you. Seeing how you ignored him whenever you were unable to avoid him, he figured the chances of getting you back were slim. Apologies and wildflowers wouldn't be enough. He needed to do whatever he could to get you back.Â
He wanted to give you your space as much as he could, which is why he didn't try to pursue you other than when you crossed paths, but he was losing his mind. Which is why he found himself outside of your cell. He hesitated before knocking on the wall beside the curtain covering the cell's bars. He heard shuffling and grumbling before he saw you peek out from behind the curtain, which you quickly drew shut upon seeing him.Â
"I need to talk to ya. I promise I'll leave you alone, but only after you hear me out," he whispered, not wanting to wake the others. The silence on your ended lasted for what felt like a while before you finally let him in. You sat down on your cot as Rick stood there awkwardly before eventually sitting a respectable distance away from you.Â
"What do ya want?" you asked, not looking at him.Â
He took a deep breath as he gathered his words in his head. He had some idea of what he wanted to say to you, but his mind went blank when he saw you. You looked sad and tired, the complete opposite of how you were before that day at the department store.Â
"I came in here because I wanted to apologize. I dunno why I called you Lori, but it wasn't 'cause I was thinking of her," he insisted. Your only response was huffing and crossing your arms over your chest, still not looking at him.
"Please, look at me," he pleaded. He sounded weak and desperate because he was. You made him weak and he'd do anything just to have you look at him like you used to. You finally turned to face him, but your gaze was cold and distant.Â
"Did you even mean it when you said I was special to you? When you said you couldn't live without me?" you asked guardedly. Rick hated that he made you feel like you couldn't be vulnerable with him anymore. He was ready to bare his whole heart out to you and wished you could do the same. Your walls were up so high that he couldn't even read you anymore.Â
"I meant every-"Â
"Or were you thinking about Lori when you said that," you spat.Â
Rick sighed and ran and hand over his face. He took a minute to compose himself, blinking back the tears that sprung forth at your words. He didn't realize he had hurt you that badly. He glanced around your cell as he blinking back his tears, noticing the flowers he picked for you sitting in an small can filled with water in the corner. It gave him some hope that you'd forgive him.Â
"You are the only one for me." He reached for your hand but you snatched it away.Â
"Rick, I'm not just some hooker you can call over whenever you get sad thinkin' 'bout your wife" your voice broke as your lips and chin began to quiver, your tears failing to stay put in your eyes.
 Seeing you fall apart crying broke Rick's heart, making it harder for him to hold back his own tears. He didn't know what else he could say to make you understand that his life wouldn't be the same without you. So he pulled out a piece of paper with a letter he wrote for you. He was originally going to have someone else to give it to you for him since you'd been avoiding him. But now was he chance. He placed it on your cot before letting himself out. Â
You paced back and fourth in the prison fiddling with the letter Rick gave you as you anxiously waited his and the othersâ return. You had all presumably defeated the Governor, but the others went after him anyway to tie up any loose ends. Having been a part of the initial fight, you wanted to go too, but Rick wouldnât let you. You arguing with him on why you should go had been the first time you talked to him since he came to your cell that night a week ago.Â
Worrying about Rick made you feel guilty for ignoring for all this time. You spent all this time ignoring him, too afraid to admit to yourself that you still loved him. And now he might be dead somewhere, never knowing that you forgive him and love him too. You stared down at the letter and reread it for the nth time, seeking comfort in his written words.Â
Sweetheart,Â
 When you asked me what you were to me, I couldnât find the right words to answer. It shouldnât have taken me losing you to realize that you are my everything. In such a short time, you became my world and I wouldnât be able to live a day without you. Every time youâre away from me, I yearn for the moment of your return. I donât know how much time weâll have together, but no matter how much or little we have left, I will spend all of it trying to earn your love again, because I love you, (Y/N).Â
-RickÂ
 Tears welled in your eyes. You felt so foolish wasting so much time you couldâve spend loving Rick being angry with him. You folded the letter again and shoved it in your back pocket. The sounds of the gate opening and Darylâs motorcycle approaching took your attention. You ran outside, hurrying past everyone else headed the same way. You saw Rick standing there unscathed talking with Carl. Tears blurred your vision as you practically charged at him. He opened his arms just in time for your to jump in them. You sobbed into his shoulder as you held each other tight. You pulled away from the kiss and held his face in your hands, staring into his beautiful, blue eyes. He leaned down for a kiss which you happily accepted.Â
âThey back together again?â Daryl asked.Â
âAbout time,â Carol responded.Â
With the addition of the Woodburians, privacy was even harder to come by, but you and Rick made sure to get some the night he returned. You sat perched on his lap with your arms wrapped around him and face nuzzled in his neck. He rubbed soothing circles on your back, happy he was yours again.Â
âIâm so sorry for what I said that say,â you mumbled.Â
âMe too, sweetheart,â he said soothingly. You sat up and stared at Rick. He looked tired, but at peace for the first time in a while.Â
âWhat?â He asked with a smile on his face. His smile made your own face split into a matching one.Â
âI love you.â He pressed his forehead to yours.Â
âI love you, too, Sweetheart.âÂ
this was partially proofread.
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DBF!Rick catching you smoking weed, smirking at you coughing up a lung at the sight of him. DBF!Rick teasing you, telling you youâre being bad and plucking the joint from your fingers. DBF!Rick noticing your wiggling hips and the dazed look in your eyes. DBF!Rick sliding his hand between your legs, cupping your pussy and slowly rubbing. DBF!Rick feeling your hands grab his arm and pull him closer, your hips rolling against his palm. DBF!Rick watching you use his hand for your pleasure, eyes gliding over your desperate expression. DBF!Rick smirking as you cum, soaking your panties and his hand. DBF!Rick leaning close and whispering,
âDonât you ever get high without me around.â
ânot happening.â
âwhat if i told you that youâd be helping to save the world?â
âby fucking him?â
I DID SOMETHING BAD
Summary: Y/N found out her boyfriend, Ben, of two years, cheated on her. After recently breaking up, she goes by to drop off the rest of his stuff. While he isn't home, his dad is. Some hidden feelings decide to resurface, no matter how bad it could be.
Pairing: (Negan Smith x Reader) exboyfriendsdad! Negan Smith x reader (3rd POV)
Warnings: 18+!, smut!, age gap! (reader age is in her 20s, negan is in his 40s), reader is in college grad!, exboyfriendsdad! x reader!, rich Negan! oral sex!-f receiving, rough sex!, slight daddy kink!, cheating!, tipsy sex!, sexual tension!, drinking!, break ups!, drinking games!, Negan had a wife but name isn't mentioned!, slight angst!, pet names!-Negan calls reader a slut!, reader wears dresses!, mentions of divorce, praise kink!, cursing!, dom! Negan, jealous tendencies!, dirty talk!, choking!, sub reader!, fluff!, and not fully edited.
A/N: boarders are by @saradika-graphics! Starting back writing, I decided to write a one-shot before continuing my series!! Thank you all so much for your support! I love you all so much! Check out my master list for some new series this summer! Now, enjoy the story! I apologize for taking a long break; I have struggled with multiple things. All I could think about was writing, but I couldn't do it. I wish I could explain more, but I don't think I can put into words as much as I want to. Just honestly⌠thank you!
âThey say I did something bad. But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had and I'd do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good.â - I Did Something Bad By Taylor Swift
It wasn't the end of the world.
Y/N kept telling herself that. He was just some stupid boy who made foolish choices. Ben was a wild one thatâs for sure, maybe she should have seen it coming.
Of course, he would cheat. Donât most of them do anyways? Most men are pigs, all men have it in them.
Maybe it sounded sexist, or Y/N was upset, lashing out with her words. She remembered screaming, tears welling up in her eyes as she repeated those reflections to Ben, whom she had just caught with another woman in their home, in their bed, which they were supposed only to share. Someone heâd met, a senior at his old college.
BastardâŚ
She kicked him out of the apartment that same night, a place they had called home for a year. Screaming so loud, neighbors were spying on them, which pissed off Y/N more.
Noisy ass neighborsâŚ
Y/N kept herself away for a few days, returning to work and going home, trying to gather the rest of Benâs things he had left behind day by day. He was rushed out, of course, having his stuff mainly thrown at him out the door. She emptied the 2nd wine bottle by the end of the week, having dinners by herself. Ben did try to contact her a few times with lame-ass apologies and backhanded gestures that raised more red flags for Y/N. She wondered what had gone wrong with Ben; his father seemed like an excellent man.
Negan Smith owned a big bank in town and was known as one of the wealthiest people in the city. Maybe Ben let that go to his head. It wasnât like he was making the money; his father helped him through anything and everything.
Maybe thatâs where it went wrong. Shit, she shouldnât be thinking her exâs father is a better man than him⌠perhaps she should.
Y/N was never always handed things to her like Ben, who spoiled her at the beginning of the relationship. Looking back now, those gestures seemed to fade away, staying in more, just causally becoming just roommates who fucked occasionally. She cringed at the thoughts now. Maybe sheâd never been gratified with their sex life, but he was sweet until the end. Becoming unsatisfied with it all, maybe she was blind to the situation, but over the tw weeks, it all unraveled for her.
Maybe it was the late-night cries of not being good enough or the many TV shows she binge-watched about people finding love. It sounded dumb, but maybe Y/N was finally catching onto everything and blocking Ben at the end of the month, gathering his things to drop off at his father's. Ben mentioned staying with him until finding a place; she wondered how Negan felt about it.
Y/N met Negan at a Christmas party he was throwing at his mansion, he lived outside on the country most of the town invited. It was Y/Nâs and Benâs first year togrther. When meeting him, she could see the resemblance Ben had of him. But something about Negan, seemed to get to her more. She knew it was wrong, she just tried to shake it.
It was just an intrusive thought; anyone would think it. The compliments he gave her that night were innocent⌠âThe red dress compliments you well, doll. My son didnât tell me you were a beauty.â
But made her think naughty things, stuff she shouldnât think about her boyfriendâs dad. Maybe Y/N was just as bad as Ben for these thoughts. It was the way he smirked, too, that damn smirk. The way his tongue grazed over his lips. It wasnât just that night, too; she found herself lost in thoughts of him.
The get-togethers, the times they stayed nights with Negan after drinking, waking up the following day and seeing him in his PJs, and the pool parties were the worst. Having to see Negan shirtless, the way his tattoos aligned with his body so wellâsome even had age to themâand the way his wet hair hung down his face, letting the drips of water slide down his chest were the worst.
He was like a walking sex-god..
All of this was bad.. So badâŚ
What probably was worse was how well they got along and could talk for hours. Her favorite memory was one of the last ones she had with Negan before all this happened with Ben. A couple of weeks before the breakup, they celebrated the fourth of July and had a BBQ at Neganâs. It was smaller than his usual get-togethers, mostly everyone in the pool out back. Ben had too many beers that day, lying in his old room upstairs; Y/N looks back then, seeing the signs clear on her face that their relationship was over by then.
They sat in the kitchen together for hours, just talking, maybe reminiscing once more before everything fell to shit; Y/N hated how sheâd miss Negan. Little thoughts crept into her head, too. Sheâd miss him more than Ben. Sheâd no longer have late-night conversations with Negan in the kitchen, see him on vacations, or be around him. She wondered if thatâs why she stuck out with Ben so long, for Negan.
How pathetic of herâŚ
Y/N knew Negan would now only live in her memory, just like Ben. The thoughts of Negan kissing her, pleasing her, and fucking her like she'd always wanted would always still be thoughts; she knew she should miss those from Ben, not crave them from his father.
She really was just as bad as Ben, huh?
Y/N threw the last box of Benâs stuff in her trunk; she was heading to Neganâs to drop off the rest of his sonâs belongings. She texted Ben, who said he would be there to get them for her and to say goodbye to each other one last time.
Y/N knew it would be her goodbye from Negan too; maybe what Ben did to her brought all this up about Negan to her face, how she felt about him. This older man, her ex-boyfriendâs dad, was someone sheâd be interested in. She was an awful person. Hell, he would laugh in her face about it.
The drive was not far from her place, about 30 minutes outside of town; she pulled up the long driveway leading to Neganâs countryside mansion. He had a few horses outside the barn; the land was acres long. The house had some age, which made it so beautiful. Negan had done a few renovations to the house himself, building around the deck and keeping up with the paint jobs.
Y/N slammed the trunk of her car, carrying the two boxes of Benâs to the front door, ringing the doorbell that stretched across the house.
The summer air was humid, and her sundress crunched up a bit as the boxes lay against her chest. Her heart dropped when Negan answered the door, quickly offering to take the heavy boxes from the girl. âY/N? Shit- let me help you!â Negan seemed stunned, laying the boxes inside the house, wiping his hands on his jeans, and glancing over the younger woman.
She looked a little paler than the last time heâd seen her. Still beautiful as hell, though, he told his son Ben he scored well with her. When he met Y/N, he found her attractive and even found himself attracted to her. After his divorce, he did not date much. Y/N kept him entertained, though; they got along well. Negan had to bitch at Ben sometimes about how he would be, treat Y/N. He knew he raised him better than that, especially not to cheat on any woman. When Negan discovers the truth about what Ben did, he is boiling mad; he doesnât do it to any woman.
He did it to Y/N.
Negan cared about Y/N. Maybe too much for her to have dated his son, but he knows she deserves to be treated like the only woman in the world. Negan almost could have beaten his sonâs ass, nearly not allowing him to stay in his home, but he was his son after all. Ben tried to devise excuses, even throwing the blame on Y/N. Trying to say that she never wanted anything to do with him anymore, and no matter what, Negan was not buying it. He gave his son hell almost every day; if he was going to stay with him, he was going to keep doing it, too.
âNegan, Hiâis Ben here? He said he would be in to get the rest of his things.â Y/N asked, taking in all of Negan she could. He had a black button shirt with a few buttons open. The sleeves rolled up perfectly, revealing his tattoos. His darker jeans also complimented him. He looked so good in darker colors. Neganâs beard was whole again; heâd recently shaved it the last time she saw him.
She joked on how he looked better with a beard, he sure as hell did.
Negan looked confused, knowing their son went on with his friends for the night since he had been staying there. Y/N noticed the look in his eyes, and sighing, she rolled her eyes in pure annoyance. She should have fucking guessed. âHe isnât here, is he? Not too brave enough to face me?â Y/N scoffed, soon relaxing. She was talking about this manâs son, âFuck- sorry, I shouldnât say things like that around you.â Negan laughed, shaking his head, moving to the side, offering her to come in with his hands.
âGuess he is, sweetheart. He told me you werenât coming until tomorrow.â Negan informed. Y/N hesitated for a moment to step in. Maybe it was an awful idea⌠an awful good idea.
The younger woman stepped in. He shut the door behind her. She noticed his half-whiskey glass resting on the staircase pole as he reached for it. âCome into the kitchen, sweetheart. We can chat for a bit before you go.â Neganâs offer was music to her ears. She shouldnât want this, but she was not about to miss this opportunity.
She entered the kitchten, which Negan pulled out a half-full bottle of his whiskey. Y/N snickerd in return to his gesture as he pulled out a second glass. âI have to drive back home yâknow?â Y/N lips curled, sitting at the counter across from him. Negan leaned against the counter facing her, pouring him a glass waiting on her approval do top hers.
âYou could stay couple hours, doll. Hell, maybe Ben show up have your little confrontation.â Negan playfully lifted his eye brows with a wink which made Y/N giggle. She kept her eyes down for a moment feeling her face heat up, Y/N said fuck it and shook her glas for him to fill.
Taking a quick shot, Y/N stiffened from the bitter taste of the whiskey, the alcohol making her stomach instantly warm. âI'm taking it. That's been a rough couple of weeks?â Negan could tell the color in her eyes wasn't there anymore; her paler skin gave her away. She had been inside mostly. However, Negan, making her laugh, brought some of that color back, and he was starting to realize it. He knew he shouldn't have invited her in; she definitely shouldn't have decided to stay. Negan knew Ben would be out all night; he wouldn't come back.
Why the hell was Negan doing this? Why was he being this dumb for some chick?
âIt has been a lot of back and forth.â Y/N sighed, sipping her drink, shaking the ice, âA lot of eye-opening moments, that's for sure.â Negan kept silent for a moment; he was mainly disappointed in himself. He should have been a better father to Ben and not spoiled him as much. Not giving him everything he wanted, Negan thought he was a good fatherâhow Ben was made him question those thoughts. âI'm sorry for what happened; I thought I raised the boy better,â Negan confessed, downing his drink and shaking his head. He was disgusted by his son.
Y/N smiled at the older male, placing her hands on his, which made him twitch. Negan's eyes stayed connected to hers, and their breathing almost matched. âI hope you don't blame yourself for the way Ben is; it's not your fault.â Hearing her say that made part of him feel warm inside like she was telling the truth. Another part kept telling him that he could have done something.
âYou cant make a person, Negan. Kids have to grow up, you men take forever doing that.â Y/N joked, rolling her eyes playfully pouring herself another glass. Negan chuckled at her words, watching her actions. Anything this woman did could make him hard, the way she moved the way she talked made him crave her more.
Maybe he was the wrong person, too, after all? Wanting to do this to his son's ex-girlfriend. Negan wanted to try and make her his, call her mine, make everything better for her, and treat her better.
A couple of hours later, the bottle and a box of crackers were nearly empty, which they opened up mid-conversation. They were now sitting at the kitchen counter beside each other, laughing and cracking up about the most random things. Negan and Y/N talked about many things throughout a couple of hours of her stay, from the relationship with Ben to old memories of themselves. Negan loved seeing Y/N being happy; he knew she had not had that in a while.
Maybe he could fix things after all, better for him.
Y/N felt tipsy; she felt good on the inside, like an itchy bubble inside of her. She knew she could be drinking more, but she had to stop, knowing she would head home later that night; Y/N couldn't stay here. She couldn't let her thoughts win. She'd catch herself while they talked, her eyes moving to his lips and his hands grazing her. She'd even catch Neganâs eyes lingering; maybe it was the liquor talking, but maybe Negan felt something for her.
The tension felt higher in the room as if it was closing in on them. Y/N has had this feeling before with him; being alone with him sometimes made her feel claustrophobic. Right now, the room felt more closed in than ever, the conversation taking turns at times.
âWe have been talking for hours, sweetheart.â Negan glanced over at the time on the oven. It had to be close to three hours of them talking and rambling on and on. Y/N could not believe how fast time flew, she had so much fun just talking to Negan.
Maybe she had just been lonley, maybe they both have been.
âI hope I didn't keep you from anything. I can go here soon; I should be sobered up.â Y/N started to get up. Negan grabbed her wrist gently, still startling Y/N. Her eyes met his, and he stood slightly to reach her sti, keeping his distance and removing his hand. âFuck- I didn't mean- I shouldn't have done it that way, Y/N.â Negan slurred his words, stumbling to make a sentence. He acted like some high schooler trying to ask out a girl for the first time.
His words confused Y/N; her eyebrows furrowed, and his touch sent goosebumps down her spine. It was so quick that she ached for more. âWhat I am trying to say, sweetheart, is you can stay a little longer.â His words almost sounded sinister, and the look in his eyes darkened.
This is it; she should run now. Y/N knew a mistake was going to happen, but it felt so good despite the bad feelings.
âI guess I could if I'm not intruding,â Y/N gently sat back down, her words more suggestive than before. Her eyes showed hope in it, something darker⌠sinful. Negan's lips curled up into a smirk, his eyes scanned over her body. Y/N kept her posture and head up. She seemed confident that the nerves screaming inside her were not showing on the outside. âYouâre keeping a good ole man company, doll. No harm done.â Negan tried to persuade Y/N that these were all innocent acts and friendly conversations. That's what it always had been; it had to stay that way.
âNo harm done,â Y/N repeated, taking a deep breath in her eyes, which never left Neganâs face. His eyes could slowly eat her alive; the way he was looking at her made Y/N feel exposed. Negan moved his hands underneath the stool she sat on, pulling her closer to him, which made Y/N gasp, letting her eyes trail down to his lips to his hazel eyes again. Maybe it was the drinks they had; perhaps this was all going to happen anyway, but Y/N was realizing slowly her sinful fantasies of Negan were coming true.
âSince you're staying longer, sweetheart, how about we play a game?â Negan implied, his head tilted in curiosity at her reply. He was steadily getting closer to her lips by the second. Y/N kept her eye contact through her long lashes. She could feel sweat forming on her forehead. âWhat-what kind of game?â Y/N questioned, her throat started to tighten.
In an instant, Negan pulled back, clapping his hands together playfully. âA drinking game!â Y/N felt like the trance she was in was broken. She barely saw Negan head back over to his liquor cabinet, pulling out a few small Jack Daniel shots.
What kind of other game was Negan playing with her? He had to be teasing her now.
Negan laid the smaller shots down before them, sitting beside her again. âHow are we gonna play this little game of yours?â Y/N teasingly asked, following his actions, unscrewing one of the shots. âI know you played this little game in college; never have I Ever?â Y/N's eyebrows furrowed; why would Negan want to play this? Y/N giggled at Neganâs game of choice; why was this turning her on?
âWhy in the hell would we play that, huh?â Y/N questioned; Neganâs face seemed serious, pushing his chair closer to her. She gulped a bit, scanning over the older man. His eyes seemed glossier than before, still having the golden brown tint she'd always loved.
Just like Benâs⌠fuck Benâ
why should she care?
âI think there are some things we wanna know about each other, hun,â Negan acknowledged, shooting her a playful wink. She squirmed a bit, which made Negan laugh to himself- he loved it. Teasing her, maybe thatâs what he should do after the past couple of years. Teasing him at times, Negan was reading her like a book now. âIf youâve done it, you sip your shot,â Negan clarified the rules, which he knew Y/N probably knew.
âSince it was your idea, you start us of Negan.â Y/N loosened up in her seat, smirking his way. Negan's eyes sparkled like a light bulb going off. âNever have I everâŚâ Negan pondered momentarily, rubbing the scruff on his face, âNever have I ever dated someone older than me.â Y/N's lips pierced, taking the shot between her lips. Ben was a year younger than her; maybe that was her mistake dating someone younger. She dated someone five years older than her before, and Y/N was usually attracted to older men.
Y/N shivered, taking a deep breath and shaking it off quickly. âWho knows, I might go back to the older men.â Y/N flirted, her foot grazing Negan's ankle, and pulled back to make it seem like an accident. âSeem to take care of you better, doll? May cause more bad than good for you; some of those older men are creeps.â Negan implied, smirking as his hands crept closer to where he rested.
The tension was making the room warmer, but her body felt cold. âI'm guessing it's my turn.â Y/N pushed her hands away from the counter, the tension growing in the room. Negan was even shifting in his seat, which had Y/N fighting back a smile. âNever have I ever cheated on someone.â She was curious to see.
âYou're a funny one, sweetheart.â Negan divulged, letting out a laugh. I've never cheated, not even once, but my wife did.â Y/N was taken aback, having a sense of guilt bringing it up. âI'm sorry, I didn't mean-â Negan stopped her, shaking her head with a smile. âIts not big deal, Y/N. I can't believe after some of our conversations it hasn't came up. Or even Ben saying anything to you.â
When Ben started dating Y/N, his mom had already left, but Ben never said why. Of course, she wouldn't ask Negan why she left. âIve always still wondered if Ben is on her side.â Negan confided, taking his shot letting his emotions run. Y/N listened to him even if Ben was, they were both in the wrong.
âI was spending more time with work than herâŚare family.â Negan sighed, cracking another one and setting it to the side. Y/N felt bad for him, she knew no matter what she didn't need to cheat. âThats still no excuse, Negan. She could have talked to you.â Y/N gave her words of wisdom, letting her hand rest on his arm. His pulse quickened to her touch, Y/Nâs eyes were calling him.
Negan felt that⌠this was going to be bad.
âWe both still have a shot.â Negan gestured to the full Jack Daniel shots; his lips curled like he had a motive. âHit me with a good one,â Y/N had her shot ready in hand and her smirk. Negan had to throw her off, make her squirm again, and get her exactly how he wanted her.
âNever have I ever wanted one of my exâs parents.â Negan was blunt watching Y/Nâs confidence drop. Her face reddened; the grip on her shot could have almost shattered it. It was silent; the air thickened his body, growing close to her. Y/N felt glued to her seat, her gaze fixated fully on him.
âI don'tâI don't⌠I can't answer that.â
Negan laughter was darker and more profound, deep, which scared her and turned her on. âYou don't have to answer, princess. Just take the shot if it's true.â Negan gestured to her shot in hand, patiently waiting. Y/N kept her looks on Negan, taking the shot down while her eyes never left. While slamming the empty bottle down, Neganâs lips parted, pushing himself onto her. His hands wrapped around her cheeks, and he slammed his lips onto hers. They both tasking the whiskey on their lips, mixed with Y/Nâs lipgloss.
She tasted as sweet as he thought.
Y/N moaned at the contact, keeping her lips moving with his, his fingers gripping her hair, making her gasp. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, meeting her own. She pulled away, out of breath, the guilt rushing over her. âWe canât do this, Negan.â Y/N tried to catch her breath, the alcohol starting to take some effect, âI need to go home.â Y/N stood up, feeling the room spin because of how quickly she stood from her seat.
Negan grabbed her wrist, twisting her around, which made her whimper as his nose rested on hers. Y/N's eyes stayed parted, fighting back the urge she craved.
âDonât goâyou canât go,â Negan begged, his hands trailing up her arms slowly, feeling her goosebumps form. He sounded desperate. âNo matter what you want, sweetheart, please stay in the guest room.â
âItâs bad what I want,â Y/N admitted, her eyes closed and her legs like jello. âIt feels good, though, right?â Negan teased, making everything much more dangerous. He chuckled as his hands made it to her neck, wrapping both larger hands around, which made Y/N whimper. âAdmit it, baby. Itâs gone too far now to go running.â
Baby.. fuck.
Everything suddenly was forgotten. Just this moment was all that mattered. None of the aftermath mattered; they both knew what they wanted.
Negan grabbed her waist, picked her up swiftly, sitting her on the counter. His lips brush down the veins of her neck. She was having his hand wrapped around her throat, slamming her lips onto his. Y/N lips were hungry, moving in sync with her hands resting on both sides of his face. He kept his lips moving with hers; whimpers and moans filled the room from both. Her hands flew to his black button-up, popping them open.
Sneaking her hands down into his half-opened shirt, Negan got chills from her touch, feeling her excellent warm hands.
He dreamed of this moment.
âYou drive me insane,â Negan growled, his hands trailing up her dress, squeezing her hips roughly. Y/N squirmed from the contact, gasping out, his other hand taking her face, her cheeks squished between them. When she met Negan's gaze, his eyes were darker and filled with all his sinister thoughts about her.
âI don't know what you're talking about.â Y/N innocently batted her eyelashes, and a smirk grew on her face, which didn't last long when Negan pushed her back on the cold counter. Y/N couldn't see him anymore, only feel his hands pulling down the panties she had on. Negan chuckled, placing kisses on her thigh. His palms were rough as they moved across her bare legs tracing small circles back up to her bare cunt. Y/N wanted to close her thighs together, so she cried out, having Neganâs hands squeezing her thighs open.
âIf it's so bad, why does it feel so good?â Negan questioned her and himself. âIt feels so wrong but right,â Y/N confessed, trying to catch her breath. She could feel his breath down her thighs, getting closer to her aching clit. Y/N tossed her head back in pleasure, her hands running through his hair.
âFuck, I didnât expect you to be this wet baby,â Negan whispered as his fingers went through her wet folds, having her squirm. âPlease,â Y/N begged, the ache in her voice showing how much she wanted it. Negan was enjoying every second of it, too; he knew he might never have her again.
He was going to make the best of it.
âTell me what you want; I feel like I know.â Negan blew air onto her clit, making her gasp and pulling on his hair which made him growl. His nails dug into her hips, pulling her closer, giving one sharp lick up her pussy.
âI want you, Negan, please.â Y/N sounded so needy; she had never wanted anyone like this before. âMy son didnât take care of ya?â Negan inquired casually, giving her wet folds a lick along, running his fingers around, âThatâs a shame, doll; I guess Iâll have to.â
Hearing him mention Ben, she came back to reality for a moment. How could all this go? No matter what, even if she stopped now, it would end badly even if this never happened again.
âNegan, I-â
He cut her off by entirely going down on her. Negan was eating her out like a hungry animal. Y/Nâs eyes rolled back, and she could see stars. She was a moaning mess, her thighs squeezed around his head. Y/N had her legs wrapped around him, pushing his head deeper into her. âI love to hear your little whimpers and moans, baby,â Negan admitted. She could feel the pit in her stomach grow.
Y/Nâs toes curled, feeling her stomach tighten with his movements. âNegan- Iâm close.â Y/N rose slightly from the counter to watch Negan, who instantly met her gaze. âYeah, sweetheart?â Negan continued as he slowed down to look at Y/N, two of his fingers sliding easily into her cunt. Y/N almost couldnât hold herself up anymore, feeling her walls closing around his thick fingers. Y/N felt her legs shaking, her back arching off the counter, coming around Neganâs face.
Negan grabbed her by the waist, pulled her up, and placed small kisses on her neck. âWrap around me," he commanded. She trusted him, having her legs around him. Negan had his hands around her, playfully squeezing them, taking her off the counter to his room. His lips moved in sync with Y/N busting through his bedroom door, throwing her onto the bed.
She had never been in his room; it was so plain it suited him well. Negan had now removed his shirt, her hands exploring his inked body. Y/N pulled at his belt buckle, which made him smirk at her desire. His pants lowered, and he reached beneath her dress for the feel of warmth between her legs. Y/Nâs panties were in the kitchen still; his member teased her entrance.
âI want you, I want you mine.â Y/N gasped as he entered her, his words having her head spinning; Negan's thrusts were rough, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and going deeper in her. Their sweaty bodies collided as her fucked her deep into the mattress; Y/Nâs nails dug into his back, making him groan. âHavinâ an old man work for it, huh?â Negan playfully teased, his breathing increasing with his pace, âYouâd rather fuck Benâs old man instead of him, huh?â
Y/N could only whimper; how could she even answer that? Why was this turning her on more? Negan slapped her ass, âAnswer me, baby. You like being a little slut, huh? Daddys little slut.â
âFuck.â What in the world has gotten into Negan? His words were so dirty and wrong, but fuck, she loved it.
âYes- I do.â
Usually, sex with Ben wasnât adventurous. If thatâs what youâd call it. It was mostly the same each time; it was getting old. No one had given her this rush time before, even before Ben. âLook at me,â Negan insisted, holding her by the neck. Their eyes stayed on each other as he fucked her tight cunt, âI want you to come for me, baby, and I am gonna come with you.â
His pace was sloppier; feeling her wet walls squeeze his member was making him closer by the second. âIâm coming, Daddy.â Negan knew he didnât want this to end; he wanted more each day like she was a drug to him, his little drug that he wanted to be high on each day.
He knew this was only the beginning.
The following day, Y/Nâs head felt heavy. The mattress beneath her seemed softer, and the room was brighter. She gasped, jerking herself up, realizing she wasnât in her room or her home.
All the memories of last night flooded her head, she kept the sheets clinched to her bare body. âSleeping beauty is finally awake!â Negan chirped, having a cup of coffee in his hand and handing it over to her. Y/N almost felt ashamed and embarrassed to be naked in front of him. She shouldnât be after last nightâŚ
âNeed any medicine?â Negan asked, sitting on the foot of the bed, his eyes trying to search what she was feeling. âIâm okay, thank you.â Y/N smiled, trying to gather her thoughts together. âWe uh- we shouldnât have taken it to that level, Negan,â Y/N admitted that she knew no matter how much she wanted it again, they didnât need to.
It couldnât happen.
âYouâre saying you regret it, darling?â Negan knew her answer with a smirk plastered on his face. He stood up, getting near her again, feeling the thick air.
It was just like a cycle.
Neganâs lips brushed against hers, leaning himself on the bed she laid in. Y/N's mouth parted, trying to find the urge to speak. âN-no, I donât.â Y/N knew she couldnât lie to Negan; her fist dug deeper into the silk sheets. He drawled a breath in, letting out a slight laugh, pulling back from her, playfully patting her cheek.
In a moment of being stunned, she watched Negan causally getting ready to leave the room again. âHow about you come down for breakfast?â Negan urged with a welcoming smile, with glasses resting on his nose and plaid pants. He stopped in his tracks, turning around on his heels.
âOh yeah, you might wanna get dressed. Benâs downstairs.â
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Words: 4,362 Pairing: Negan Smith x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Warnings: language (duh, it's Negan), references to past violence, references to traumatic events, fear and anxiety, mentions of illness and mentions of character death (Lucille), sexual content Summary: Having healed up from Dante's attack, Y/N pays Negan a visit. A/N: This is the last part in this series. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's always bittersweet to conclude a series, but opens the door for more new writing. <3 Looking forward to more Negan in the future! <3 Thanks for reading!
Why were you so nervous? You were wringing your hands as you climbed the steps of the apartment building and let yourself inside the outer door. Your heart was fluttering in your chest like a moth around a lamp. You chewed on your bottom lip as you headed down the hallway and stopped in front of a door with a shiny brass â4.â
You pulled in a deep breath and knocked, shifting a bit nervously as you waited for a response. You didnât have to wait long. Negan pulled the door open with a curious expression which quickly grew into a relaxed smile when he saw you standing there in front of him. The light in his hazel eyes took you aback.
âHey, doll. Well, isnât this a nice fucking surprise?â
âHi,â you greeted him. âIs now a bad time?â you asked, laughing a little, nodding toward the paint splotches on his gray t-shirt.
âNot at all,â he smiled. âAnytime is a good time for you. Come on in,â he said.
Words:Â 5,218 Pairing: Negan Smith x Fem!Reader Reader pronouns:Â she/her Era:Â Alexandria, after the war, Negan is imprisoned Warnings:Â language, Negan's mouth, violence, injury, fear and anxiety, frightening scenarios, Soft!Negan, Protective!Negan Summary: Negan has to figure out how to defend you when he's locked in his cell. A/N: This is the second to last chapter of this series!
Dante only laughed and walked over to the chair, scooping up your ring of keys off the seat. âWere you trying for these?â he asked, jingling them at Negan.
Negan stared back, a heavy shadow falling over his face. âYeah,â he nodded. âI was.â
The silver of the keys glinted in Danteâs hand. Neganâs heart was pounding.
âClose, but not quite,â Dante said, pocketing them. His attention returned to you on the ground. Negan drifted along the bars to stand beside you as the doctor advanced. He crouched down and gently touched your face in a final attempt to wake you, but you didnât stir. His eyes, narrowed and intense, landed on Dante again. If he could have burned a hole in that fuckerâs face with his eyes, he would have been dead twenty times over. But Dante didnât seem to notice.