#NeganSmutWeekend

[apocalypticxlove]

- Wine and Dine. { Negan X You } 

Smut under the cut. 1.8K word count. Summary: You are one of the wives and Negan calls for you. *winkwink* Note: I’ve been MIA so coming back I thought I’d freshen up with this gem before breaking out much needed chapters! Just some quick writing, enjoy.<3 tags have been random, please let me know if you want to be taken off.~

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A wide smile rose onto your face the second the large leader had walked into the room once again, not only was this the first night in a long time that Negan had wanted you all to himself but he had also managed to get his hands on a large bottle of red wine. You reached for the glass Negan offered your way while his dark bushy eyebrows shot up a few times playfully and his teeth dug into his bottom lip as he opened the bottle. “Oh fuck yeah.” he smirked before smelling the contents inside. The tall man leaned his long upper torso back and sighed out his delight. Negan, who aimed to please his wives every chance he got, poured you a glass first and then moved on to pour himself one, winking at you with his cocky lopsided smile. You watched him mid sip. Not once did your eyes leave his until Negan himself broke the stare needing to make sure he wasn’t going to spill. Your eyes traced every line of his rugged face while taking another sip of the wonderfully bitter wine. 

“How’s it?” Negan questioned, his smile growing so wide his dimples appeared. You bit your lip mindlessly. His light eyes caught that before you attempted to hide your lustful look behind the wine glass. “Hmmm…” Negan gave a low hum before shaking his head slightly and sauntering over to join you on the couch. Your eyes following. As he lowered down to the furniture, he took a long swig of his glass. As he did your eyes quickly moved away from the glass and watched as his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. ‘Jesus christ.’ you gasped in your head, before your eyes traveled again. They trailed the stubble peppered on the skin of his neck getting thicker as you moved up his neck and onto his strong jawline covered in the aged facial hair. “Fuck.” You murmured, not even realizing you had said it out loud.

“I’m fuckin’ flattered dear wife, I really fuckin’ am. My ego is sky goddamn high right the fuck now. Eye-fuckin’ is fuck fuckity fuckin’ fun and all but goddamn!“ Negan huffed out, a calloused hand of his scratching up at his facial hair, “It ain’t as fun as real wet pussy fuckin’.” when Negan looked back at you, your breath began to shake. You ached for him. Quickly you gulped down a bigger sip. “By the way you keep rubbin’ those delicious goddamn thighs together I can tell you’re wetter than a motherfuckin’ ocean.” Negan’s words took you by surprise, they always could. You hadn’t even notice you were moving your thighs, making you quiver between them knowing Negan was staring at you just as much as you were with him.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” you spoke, a slight tinge of pain in your voice.

Negan’s expressive eyebrows shot up again while listening before his broader body inched closer to yours on the couch. “Hold onto your glass.” he demanded.

“Wait wh—” you tried but a sudden tug at your ankle had you yanked further down the couch. “Negan!” You yelped.

“I said hold on dammit!” he delicious voice laughed.

“More of a warning next time.” you argued playfully before leaning back on your elbows watching how quickly Negan swallowed his glass of wine. The taller man easily stretched his upper body over to the coffee table to place his empty glass down. As he swallowed the last drop, he hovered over your body placing his hands on either side of your head while staring down at your face. He bent his elbows and pushed his lips into yours for a un-pleasingly short kiss before he lifted back up and sat himself down on the couch once more. Laughing once again this time at your sudden pout.

“I’ll kiss you more after I fuckin’ eat.” Negan stated and you felt your face twist with confusion. As you opened your mouth to ask Negan pushed your dress up enough for his head to go under it and between your thighs. Those curious eyeballs of yours instantly dropping down to your thick thighs before you gasped out due to Negan sudden bite at your lips through your already damp underwear. He hummed his approval into your fabric covered cunt, inhaling your arousal for him. Your hips jerked your cunt into his face even more when you wanted to get a better look, yanking your dress up to your navel. Removing the underwear meant having Negan get his mouth away from you and you were not having any of that. It was finally your alone time with him and you were going to savor every damn second of it.

Aroused by your eagerness, Negan began to tease you further by lapping his wide flat tongue against your underwear. You groaned out from the friction and felt your clit twitch with arousal multiple times. Masturbating wasn’t cutting it anymore. You had to feel Negan. You wanted him inside of you so fucking bad! “Oh please… please just eat me, please~” you begged, pinching at your erect nipples through the multiple layers your wore on your chest. Negan tsked his rejection within your thighs and you whimpered. “ shhh… just drink. Think of this as wine and dine… Oh and by the way I’m currently eatin’, so shut it.”

You melted and quickly took a large gulp from your glass before you couldn’t move anymore. Your arms were now limp like noodles and your body fell back onto the couch, not only was Negan too attractive for his own good but this wine was helping everything. You felt your body slow beginning to tingle all over. His fingers pushed aside your underwear that was so rudely in his way and his tongue went into action. He lapped up your juices that already soaked you and sucked at your labia, smacking his lips as he released it from his hungry mouth. “Fuck you taste better than any wine.”

You were still clutching your wine glass and the dark crimson liquid jerked within it as your body squirmed. Negan was much more enjoyable though and you decided half a huge glass was okay for now, your cheeks were already starting to burn from the alcohol anyways. Your arms were shorter than Negan’s were and you could care less if you broke a glass right now so you placed it on the floor. Unknowing if the glass made it or not, you quickly brought your hands back up and tangled them through his thick head of hair that was smacked away. Glaring up from your lower half, Negan shook his head, allowing his tongue to flick against your clit as he denied you to touch him. Your hips mindlessly trembled from the sensation, making you gasp out little moans unable to keep them in. 

Biting down your lip roughly, you attempted to be quiet as you watched your husband devour you whole. His hair prickling at your lower half. His eyes were hidden behind lids as he indulged himself, you loved how he fit so perfectly between your thighs, but the smirk could see him do every now and again, clearly enjoying himself was what you loved and missed the most. “Who are you?” Negan asked with a smug grin, whipping his mouth and jaw with a large hand. You rolled your eyes and laid your head back down on the couch, hiding the huge dumb grin you had in that moment. “Negan…” you replied and Negan sucked your clit but stopped. “...I’m Negan.” You gasped out and he sucked again, but longer and harder. “Oh god~ Negan!” You moaned out loudly, “Negan—ahhh! Mmmmm—- Negan!” You repeatedly gasped his name. This only began to fuel him further. Negan’s wide tongue pushed within you, dipping in and out rapidly, his salt and pepper began to burn so nicely at any part of skin he rubbed up against. 

Negan pushed your thighs open wider, one of his hands spreading your lips open as he trailed his tongue on all the sensitive soaked areas. His large hands kept your thighs spread right open, completely offering yourself to Negan. You felt your juices begin to drip onto the couch sliding right out of your excited dripping pussy. Negan got you so hot so very fucking easily. Negan rubbed his thumb against your clit, doing small but rough circles while diving his tongue back deep within you. Your back arched and you moaned out loudly, mind going instantly blank. All your body could focus on was the immense pleasure Negan was making you feel in this very moment. Again your hands made their way onto Negan’s head, gripping roughly at his hair, this made him growl, the low vibration making you tingle more. His hands moved away from your cunt and were now wrapped tightly around both of your wrists, keeping them in place on their side of your hips. Negan made you listen. He pulled on your arms to press your body down more onto his face, attacking and giving all attention to your twitching clit. He bit and sucked on it roughly before his tongue slowly rubbed the pain away. He kissed your clit the moment you yelped from his biting, causing you to moan out just seconds after. But you never mind a little pain he caused.

“I’m—ahh! I’m gonna’ cum…” you groaned out, your jaw trembling as you bit down on your pump sore bottom lip.

“Fuck yeah you are…” Negan huffed out. Releasing a wrist to attack your clit again, your eyes rolling back behind your skull as he did and your toes curling. “Cum all over my goddamn fingers, baby…” with that, he moved his finger from your clit and swiftly pushed three of his long fingers deeply inside of you. Before you could even breath, he began to thrust them inside of your cunt quick and hard, nearly punching his fist repeatedly against your lower half. With your free arm you aided Negan with making you burst. Your middle and pointer finger immediately began assaulting your swollen clit, your body twitching with pleasure right there on the couch. The wine made your body much more sensitive than usual. 

“Ohhh fuckk!!” You gasped out, your arm going faster and Negan matched your pace, his jaw slack as he watched your face and body twist with pleasure. Light eyes hooded with lust as he finger-fucked the hell out of you. “I’m—I’m!” you attempted to speak but there were no words, your glazed eyes looked up at Negan’s intoxicating face but the large bugle in his pants was even more of a sight. You imaged his girth splitting you open and you were hit with a fiery hot flash that spread quickly throughout your entire body. Your mouth unleashed a series of loud, intense moans while your body jerked about just as intensely, your back arched as you came and crashed back down as the waves kept hitting you. Negan kept fucking your tightening cunt, groaning along side of you getting into the moment, nodding his head with furrowed brows, his teeth attacking his own bottom lip as he stared down at your body. You whimpered into the back of your hand, trying to compose yourself from the intense release. Failing miserably.

His long fingers slide out of you slowly, glistening from your release. Negan licked his lips before lifting those fingers into his mouth and his tongue lapped up any of your flavor they bore.

“Jesus fuckin’-ball-suckin’-holy-fuckin’-shit! That was so goddamn sexy, (Y/N)! Get your fuckin’ ass over here NOW, take care of this!” Negan demanded, pointing down at his tented jeans.

[negansmutweek]

Well Hello There

Hello Darlings! It's been a while... I hope everyone is having a super sexy hiatus... 

I think we might be overdue for a smut week or weekend??? 

What do y’all think? 

I’m thinking perhaps mid-July ish... Does that give everyone enough time to prepare their minds, bodies and word documents? 

Let me know... 

[risingphoenix761]

Wake Up, Dollface

Since I was summoned, this sounded too good to pass up, I could meet the deadline, and I wanted to celebrate somehow, I’ve got a contribution to the @negansmutweek JDM/Negan birthday bash. *throws confetti* This one would ordinarily still be in the editing stages, as it’s kinda rough and unpolished, but I don’t think I did too bad…

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What a day.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and kicked off my shoes, sighing with relief. God, what a long, long day. It took a lot of work to keep the Sanctuary going and everyone had a job to do, from the laborers like me working their asses off for points to the Saviors themselves, Negan’s men, reporting only to him.

He had been out holding court today. I’d seen him surrounded by his subordinates, that baseball bat propped over his shoulder. It was the first time I’d seen him clearly; the customary leather jacket was gone and even at a distance I could see muscular arms and broad shoulders. He reminded me of a large jungle cat, powerful and graceful, every movement exuding the confidence of someone fully aware he was the alpha. I paused in my work, filling my eyes with him, the charming smile, the cocky manner, everything.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I reached down and pulled off my socks, stuffing them into my shoes so I could find them in the morning, recalling the sound of his laugh echoing briefly in my ears as he talked with his men and the way the hem of his t-shirt kept riding up, exposing his flat stomach and hinting at abs, a trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. He had skipped shaving that morning, judging by the shadow of stubble along his jaw, but his hair was slicked back neatly, dark again but peppered with gray.  He turned his head and I saw the planes and contours of his face, animated and good-humored, but I also knew some of what lay beneath, through word of mouth and eyewitness accounts. He was beautiful, he was dangerous…

He was magnificent.

Sore muscles twitched as I stretched out my legs, swinging my lower body up onto the mattress. My shoulders popped when I twisted my arms behind my back to unhook my bra, pulling it off and out through my shirt sleeve, and too tired to undress further, I lowered myself back and suppressed a loud groan as my spine cracked from one vertebrae to the next.

What a day.

It was with another sigh of relief that I closed my eyes at last, and only with relaxing did I begin to notice the pleasant hum throughout my body. The end of the world hadn’t halted my biology, after all, but I hadn’t seen anything quite like Negan even before the end of the world, and now I couldn’t get him off my mind. I stared at him in memory as I’d stared at him earlier that very day, stared so hard and long that eventually he glanced up in my direction, and that brief moment of eye contact before I turned away set a fire in my veins that flooded me with molten heat.

Fighting the approach of sleep, I slid my hand under my shirt, grazing my fingertips across my skin and tracing the curve of my breast, imagining what it might be like to have that beautiful, dangerous man touching me, his hands on me instead of my own. Maybe he was the slow and steady type, how would I know otherwise? But fantasizing over him in the dark, I didn’t want soft and gentle. I wanted hard and fast. I wanted him to dominate me the way he dominated his men, to be completely under his control…

Spurred on by my own imagination, I kneaded my breast and tweaked my nipple while my other hand reached down to unfasten my jeans, farther and farther to warm, wet flesh. I’d been wet all day, ever since that millisecond when his eyes locked with mine, and the memory of that instant stirred in my mind as I stroked my clit, fingers gliding over slippery nerves and sending shock waves through my body. It felt like my awkward teenage years all over again, hands all over myself while picturing the gym teacher who wouldn’t look twice at me, kinda dirty and kinda wrong, but oh so right and so good and almost there and…

Oh Jesus, I almost couldn’t breathe, trying to be quiet and wanting to enjoy it. I pulled in one deep breath after another as I came, my body curling up around my core and my hand trapped between my clenched thighs. Swooping in on the heels of the orgasm, my earlier weariness returned and then some, so I didn’t even have the energy to remove my sticky fingers before I felt myself falling asleep.

I thought I was still asleep when I felt fingers against my face, brushing my hair aside and tucking it behind my ear until I heard someone speak, “Wake up, dollface.”

My eyes snapped open and my heart raced in sudden panic, flinging a hand out to ward off the intruder, but he went on, “Easy now, darling, I’m not here to hurt you.” My senses adjusted to wakefulness and I realized who had joined me.

Negan.

He smiled at me, and I swear to Christ, it was even better face to face. “Pardon me for the rude awakening, doll,” he said, “but to be one hundred percent honest, this was the best idea I could come up with. Can’t exactly pull you off the floor in the middle of the day, now can I? Too much shit to do, too many nosy motherfuckers hanging around… Oh no, sweetheart, it’s better this way.”

“What is?” I asked, completely confused.

His eyes roved down my body and I blushed to realize where he was staring; I still had my hand down the front of my jeans. I hastily withdrew it and tried to clean off my fingers without being too obvious, but he said, “Don’t bother hiding it now, honey, you’ve already been caught in the cookie jar.”

“Sorry,” I apologized, embarrassed and unable to look him in the eye. How could I, after what he’d caught me doing? The only thing worse would be if he knew what I was thinking as I did it!

“No need to be sorry,” he said, sounding amused. “In fact, I hope to God you’re not sorry at all, and let me tell you why, sweetheart. I saw you earlier, watching me from all the fucking way across the whole goddamn room like I was red velvet cake and you were a fat kid on a diet, and do you know what I said to myself?”

I shook my head.

He leaned in closer and my skin tingled as he murmured in my ear, “I said to myself, Negan, if that gorgeous, sexy woman is looking at you like that in broad fucking daylight in a crowded room like this one, imagine how she’ll look at you later, all alone, with no prying eyes anywhere…unless that’s how she likes it.”

My eyes widened and I blushed again, warmth spreading through my face without stopping there, chasing through my skin and filling me with want. I’d thought about it, fantasized, and was flabbergasted now that the fantasy itself crept into my room and woke me up from a dead sleep.

He sat on the edge of my bed, still smiling at me. “How about it, doll?” he asked. “Say no, you’re not interested, and I’ll leave you to your beauty sleep. Say yes, though…say yes, and we might still be at it when the sun comes up.”

I knew a moment’s hesitation before I took his hand and guided it under my shirt, pulse already racing as he palmed my breast and his thumb swept across my skin. I reached up and twisted my fingers into his hair, leading him down to me, and I wasn’t disappointed when my lips met his, his mouth slow and coaxing but his tongue exploring mine. It was almost like I’d pictured it…I covered his hand on my breast and made him squeeze a bit more and he responded by biting down on my bottom lip, and I couldn’t help but moan aloud.

He drew back and said, “So I take that as a yes?”

I went for the buckles at his waist, unfastening all those damn belts he wore, and he slid his hand into my jeans, my legs spreading wider as his fingers slipped into my cunt; my breath caught in my chest and he grinned devilishly. “That’s it, girl,” he said. “That there is a hell fucking yes if I’ve ever seen one.”

My hands forgot what they were doing, clutching at his waistband as he started playing with my clit, rubbing and circling and occasionally dipping his fingers deeper into my pussy. “Goddamn, darling,” he said, his voice rough and deep, “if I’d known you were this into me earlier, I’d have knocked on your door a long fucking time ago.”

“Jesus Christ,” I whimpered, hardly able to talk above a squeak. I rocked my hips onto his hand and arched my back, and he pushed my shirt up over my breasts, his stubble against my skin just one more sensation taking me higher and higher, his lips latching onto a nipple while his fingers moved in and out, my clit rubbing against his hand with every thrust of my hips. I flung an arm around his neck and held him against my breast. “Bite me,” I pleaded. “Negan, please bite me…”

His teeth scraped at my nipple before biting down on my breast and I came, letting out one ragged moan after another. I was dripping all over his hand, I could feel it and so could he. As soon as I quieted down again he took his mouth from my breast, his grin back in place. “Bite me,” he repeated. “Not the first time I’ve heard that one but not quite in that context, and it’s fucking hot.” He took his fingers out of my cunt and I twitched with aftershock, the motion turning into a shiver as he examined the juices covering his hand. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, his sounds of pleasure making me pant with need. My shaking hand drifted back to my lap, ready to touch myself again, but he grabbed my wrist and snatched me away. “Not today, sweetheart. I gotta get me another taste of that, now be a good girl and take off those clothes.”

I lifted my shirt over my head and dragged my jeans and panties off my hips, kicking my legs free as he stripped out of his t-shirt and reached for his belts, then he stopped and looked me over, lovely brown eyes going dark with arousal. “Bite me, she says,” he murmured. “But you, sexy girl, are the one looking good enough to eat.” I spread my legs in invitation but he shook his head and sat down on the bed, stretching out onto his back. “Get up here, baby.”

I straddled him, trembling so much I had to move slower, but he reached out and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to his face. “Come on, girl,” he urged, “I wanna watch you play with your tits while I eat your pussy.”

Lowering myself onto his face, I put my hands on my breasts and kneaded and pinched while his lips found my swollen clit, closing around it and sucking before flicking with his tongue. I looked down at him and he looked right back, moaning and humming into my body. He slipped his tongue inside and I squeezed my breasts harder, he sucked my clit and I pinched my nipples between my fingers. The more he did to me, the more I did to myself, going back and forth until he was growling into my pussy and I was ready to scream with release, and right as I felt myself about to topple over the edge, I slid away from him and turned around, finally unbuckling his belts and unzipping his pants. I shifted his clothes around until his dick stood bare and erect, then relaxed my throat as I took him into my mouth.

He let out a growl I wanted at my cunt; I scooted back on his chest, keeping him in my mouth and hoping he’d take the hint. “Ah fuck, babydoll,” he cursed, “why didn’t I notice you sooner?” I started sucking, swirling my tongue around the head and cradling his balls in my hand, and he moaned pitifully before putting his lips back on my clit, prompting me to let out a moan of my own. It was the perfect give and take, both of us doing our best to rile the other and getting even more wound up in the process.

There were tears in my eyes, it was so amazing, and I was still so close and trying to stay focused on him, when he suddenly ordered, “Stop!” in a voice I didn’t dare disobey. I released him and looked back over my shoulder at him, his eyes completely dilated and looking more and more dangerous. That look was so intense I didn’t know if I wanted to run away and had nearly made up my mind to do so when he said, “Get up. Get on your fucking knees, right fucking now.”

I scurried forward and felt the bed shift as he moved behind me, catching hold of my hip. “You’d better fucking tell me right now if you wanna stop,” he warned me, “because I’m gonna fuck that pussy so hard, you’re gonna feel it long after I’m done. You want that?”

I nodded.

“Speak, goddamnit. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Negan,” I answered. “I want you to fuck me…”

He lined up his hips with mine and I rocked my ass back against him as he spread my knees apart and slid into me.

My hands clenched in the blankets at the feel of him stretching me, going so deep I edged forward the slightest bit to get some relief, but his grip on my hip tightened and pulled me back. “I know, girl, it’s a big dick, but you can take it,” he reassured me. “Come on, now, lean back…”

I rocked back under his encouragement, adjusting to the size of him, and as soon as I had him moving easily in and out he took over, thrusting hard and fast, just like I’d pictured. “That’s it, doll,” he whispered hoarsely, “take the whole thing. That’s gotta be the biggest fucking dick you’ve ever had, isn’t it?”

“God, yes, Negan,” I gasped. “So fucking good…”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“I fucking love it!”

He yanked me back with each thrust forward and I was nearly sobbing with the sensations jarring me to my bones. He twisted his hand into my hair and hauled me back against his chest, changing the angle inside me, and I almost shrieked my pleasure. “I want you to come,” he said in a near-breathless snarl. “I want you to come all over that big fucking dick until your pussy starts crying and you’re screaming my name.” His free hand reached down and circled my clit again and I had to drag the air into my lungs. “You gonna do that for me? Huh? Come on, baby, come for me…” He released my hair and slapped me hard on the ass.

I went over the edge in a heartbeat, my eyes rolling back in my head and my mouth falling open in one long scream. “OhgodNeganI'mcomingI'mcomingI—”

There was a loud, rapid pounding on my door and my eyes snapped open to sunlight filtering through the grimy window. Morning, and the usual wake-up call summoning us to work. I was trembling in suspense, my hand still between my legs…just as I had fallen asleep the night before.

It was a dream, and nothing more.

Later that day I saw him again, strolling through the Sanctuary like it was all an elaborate show staged just for him, and I couldn’t help but stare at him again, wondering what if any of my fantasy lived up to the man himself, and when he caught me looking at him again he grinned that devil-may-care grin. I felt a rush of heat and a throb in my core, and he winked at me.

Like he fucking knew.

[negansmutweek]

Sorry for the extended hiatus, Dolls. Hope everyone is doing well and hopefully ready to write some smutty smut smut in preparation of Season 8!!!

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Negan for The Walking Dead Season 8

[may85]

Happy Smut Weekend!

I finished this little diddy just in time! I’m sorry that I can’t tag anyone because I’m at work and I’m lucky that I can get this uploaded!

Foul Mouthed

Negan sat at his desk going over some papers.

He had returned the following night with a truck load of books after raiding a library. I was over the moon, getting to go through them, taking the ones I wanted while the other books went out to the community.

“Fuckin’ hell! Y/N, what the fuck does this say!?” Negan asked, squinting at the paper.

I rolled my eyes, getting up from my spot on the floor. I weaved in and out of the stacks of books to get to his desk.

“Negan, if you’d wear your glasses you’d be able to see it, Honey.” I said, leaning over his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, I can’t find the bastards, so.” He grumbled.

I sighed, opening the drawer to his left. There, his black framed glasses sat. I picked them up, putting them on his nose, giving him a kiss.

He grinned, shrugging, “Thank you.”

I winked at him and turned back to the paper. I squinted myself, not able to read the chicken scratch.

“I have no clue.” I laughed.

“Go back over to your books, you worm.” Negan teased, poking my side.

I leaned away from him, laughing. When I turned to walk around his desk, my foot jammed against the claw of it.

I growled, the pain radiating up my leg.

“Fuckity fuckfuckfuck!” I cursed.

I slapped a hand over my mouth and looked over at Negan.

His eyes were wide and a grin on his face. He slowly looked up and belted out a belly laugh, “Well look at that fuckin’ shit! The mouth on my girl!”

He held his hand out, motioning me back over to him.

I limped back over, sitting on his desk, my feet in his lap.

“Never thought I’d see the day!”

I whined, my cheeks bright red, “Don’t laugh, Negan. That shit hurt.”

He grunted, rubbing my ankle and that’s when I noticed the tent in his pants.

I raised a brow, “Seriously?”

He scoffed, “Well, fuckin’ duh Darlin’. I’ve never heard one goddamn foul word leave that mouth before.”

I hissed when his thumb rubbed over the spot. “Damnit Negan!”

He chuckled, running his hands up my legs, “Say something else, Darlin’.”

Negan slowly stood the higher his hands went up my thighs, “Come on, let me hear that mouth.” He whispered.

When I felt his finger tips dip in to the hem of my panties, I gasped, tilting my head back, “Shit…”

He hummed, leaving wet kisses on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding his head gently to my neck as he sucked hard on the delicate skin, “Fuck,”

The small patch of skin made a small pop sound as his teeth let go, “That’s it Darlin’.”

His long fingers ran up and down my lower lips, spreading the moister before dipping deeply in to me.

“Oh hell,”

Negan slowly removed his middle finger, circling it around my clit, teasing me, “Now you can do better than that,” his other hand fisted my hair, holding me still as he attacked my lips with a dominating kiss.

I moaned, holding myself up, my palms slipping on the desk.

Negan pulled back, resting his forehead on mine, staring in to my eyes, “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his eyes heavy lidded.

I panted, licking my lips, “I want you to,” I swallowed, gathering the gumption to say the words.

I felt his finger dip back in to me, spurring me on, “Oh shit… I want you to fuck me… so slow.”

I’d never seen Negan move so fast before. He had his belt undone and pants around his ankles in no time flat.

He lifted me so that I rested on the edge of the desk and did just what I asked.

His shoulders were bunched as he slowly slid in to me. My hands held my torso up, leaning me back slightly.

He rolled his hips, finally burying himself in me to the hilt. Negan had to breathe deeply to gain some sort of ground.

“You’re goin’ to have me bustin’ a nut like some teen, Darlin’.” He growled.

I could feel him twitching inside of me, “If you don’t fucking move Negan,” I moaned, warning him.

Slowly he pulled out, the head of his hard length still inside of me, before snapping his hips forward.

He kept the pace slow, but hard and it was just what I wanted.

Taking his hand, he placed it around my neck, gently pulling me up to him. He kissed me, his tounge tasting my lips.

“Come on baby, let me hear you.” He said, against my lips.

He thrusted hard one last time, staying buried within me. With one hand on my neck and the other on the small of my back, he rocked his hips, his pelvis creating a delicious friction with mine.

I could feel myself reaching completion, but I needed to feel him move more than what he was, “Fuck… Just fuck me Negan!” I whined.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he laughed.

His hand tightened slightly on my neck as he began to thrust fast, sending me over the edge.

I threw my head back, moaning so loudly that it echoed in the room.

Negan’s thrusts became unpredictable as he came hard, “Goddamn, baby!” He groaned, his thrusts slowing.

Running his hand down my torso, he held himself up by placing his hands next to my hips.

Our chests heaved, small shocks coursing through our bodies.

Negan was still inside me as he gathered me up and sat down in his chair, me in his lap.

We sat there, petting one another, enjoying the sound of the grandfather clock ticking.

This was one hell of a way to spend the afternoon.

[apocalypticxlove]

Daddy Negan {Negan Smut}

Word count: 1.7k **Rated MA for mature audiences only!** Notes: In celebration of Negan smut weekend! @negansmutweek Gifs are not mine. This MIGHT be a two part thing, if I’m feeling nice, aha~  Summary: You accidentally call Negan daddy in front of everyone.  {Part Two} {Part Three}

You stayed locked up away in your room, hugging against your legs, burying your face into your knees, trying to keep yourself together. The words slipped from your mouth without thinking and in front of so many people, you groaned out, trying to forget this horrible mess. Your chest still heaving from the run up here, the moment those words fell from your lips, you took off, leaving everyone in the room not daring to look back, you couldn’t bare with the judgmental eyes.

Blinking a few times, your cheeks burned so red hot that it started to sting your eyes, you just cursed yourself over and over and over. 

Without thinking you had just revealed your deepest darkest lust filled desired kink after being ordered around by Negan, you responded, like any good girl would do. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. The words echoing in your mind, you called Negan daddy without hesitation, you were Negan’s dirty girl but he fortunately didn’t know it, until now.

You did a very good job at avoiding Negan for the next few days, not actually thinking it was possible but you did it. You slipped passed his men as they asked around for your whereabouts and even stayed the night with a friend for two days, knowing all too well his men knew where you lived. There was no way you could face him, deemed utterly defenseless when it came to him. Luckily, no one bothered you at the library, it was a new addition and you were the only one who took the position, it was so new you assumed it was safe to say no one knew it was open yet.

“Why in the fuck was it so hard findin’ your ass?” 

The voice was low and your body felt heavy, you knew who it was, he had finally found you. You only stared at him with wide eyes over your shoulder, too nervous to face him, too frozen to even move. The embarrassing event playing back in your mind the moment you could get a good look at him under the flickering light. You never knew how badly you were looking for a daddy, until you met him and felt that spark of instant attraction for him. 

“Come here, I wanna talk.”

You were hesitant at first but listened, turning your body slowly to the taller man and sauntered closer, gulping down your nervousness hard. Negan smiled slightly as you reached closer.

“Good girl.”

Those words taking you back, your breath hitched in your throat, you had only fantasized him calling you that and it just happened in your harsh reality. Negan now looked down at you, your height differences a bit dramatic, his smile only grew wider as he looked you over. 

“Hearin’ that tiny voice of yours call me daddy really tickled my balls.”

“Re– Really?”

“Fuck yeah,” he murmured, sucking in his bottom lip, “none of my wives call me that and ho-ly shi-iiet, I don’t think my dick has ever twitched so hard.”

Negan closed the space in between the two, one of his hands left the depth of his front pocket, it moved to touch the skin of your face. He caressed your jaw lightly with bent fingers, moving along your jawline until he reached your chin, keeping it in place between his index finger and thumb. You sucked in sharply to his touch and he responded by rubbing your plump bottom lip with his thumb, using it to push the lip down exposing your bottom teeth some. If you could feel your hot breath bouncing off his thumb, so could he.

“Let me take care of you, make sure nothin’ fuckin’ happens to you while I’m alive.” Negan’s words a throaty whisper.

“….yes please, daddy.”

Your mind started to feel dizzy, clearly playing tricks on you, you’d wake up alone in your room once again, your hands still between your thighs. You accepted his proposal without a second thought just like in your dreams, your voice filled with want, your body aching hungrily for him. Negan’s tongue appeared, teased at his own lips and disappeared once again, this small action alone drenching you. Daddy was so sexy. His grip at your chin loosened and it was now against your throat in an instant, he squeezed slowly as his lips violating yours in a ravenousness kiss.

“You’re mine now, princess.” his husky voice mixed deep with desire, the words hot on your now soaked lips. You lifted your chin, attempting to taste him again, your hunger for him only intensifying, he bit down roughly on your lip and squeezed your throat harder, forcing a yelp from you, “not so fuckin’ fast.”

“There. Are. Rules.” 

“First, and again, you are mine, I own you,” he began, replacing his bites with kisses again, this time kissing down to your jaw, close to your ear. “I fuck who I want, when I want but you? Don’t even fuckin’ think about touchin’ yourself. I make you cum, only me…” you rubbed your thighs together, his demands making your wetness worse.

“I touch what belongs to me whenever I goddamn feel like it, is that clear?” Negan finished, his hot mouth nibbling your earlobe, the rugged hair that laid on his face tickling any part of your skin that made contact, sending shock waves down your spine. You moaned quietly, “Yes daddy… I understand, I am yours and yours alone…. no one can have me but you.” 

Negan hummed in delight at your response, releasing your ear and your neck, moving his head down to attack your neck like the brutal beast he was. Causing you to gasp out, “D–Daddy, can I touch you?” you managed to say, however you were quickly denied. He grabbed you by the wrists and twisted them behind your back, holding both of your wrists with one of his large hands, you wouldn’t be touching him anytime soon. Ignoring your plea and keeping you bound, Negan found it difficult to touch his new toy with just one hand alone, there was so much he had yet to explore. “Take off my belt, don’t fuckin’ touch anything else,” he demanded, wrestling with his belt himself.

You moved quickly, releasing the belt from his pant’s loop one by one, handing it over, “turn around,” he demanded and you did the moment he let your wrists go. You felt his hands on your wrists again but this was only for a moment, Negan began to wrap your hands behind your back with his belt, keeping them in place and you more helpless. You heard the scuffle of boots on concrete, your curious eyes looking over at him, he walked over to your desk, placed his large hands on the top of the desk and flung everything you had just placed on it straight to the floor. Triumph written all over his face. 

“Over here, princess.” 

“Okay daddy”

Feet moving fast in anticipation, as soon as you were toe-to-toe with Negan he ferociously turned you, a hand forcing your face down against the cool wooden desk. His free hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing roughly on your damp pants, “Soaked already? Yeah.. we are goin’ to get along just fine,” he disclosed, kissing at the skin that peaked out from under your shirt, a small grunt leaving your throat from all the sensations. Your teeth dug deeply into your bottom lip, feeling both his hands move to unbutton your pants. 

Negan kissed at each inch of bare skin that revealed as he pulled down your pants exposing you fully. His seductive hiss followed before he bit harshly down against one of your ass cheeks, your hips jerked up, causing your ass to jiggle against his face. His salt and pepper facial hair rubbed coarsely against your cheeks, Negan kissed and nibbled at your ass, using his hands to massage at it, spreading you wide to get a good look at the holes he planned on wrecking.

Your hips began to shake the moment he buried his face within your cheeks, his tongue lapping at your dripping cunt, he abused your ass with agonizing smacks. Your mouth opened in surprise, your breath coming out hard as he sucked against your wet lips, the suckling sounds drenching you inside of him mouth even more. “holy shit you taste like bliss,” Negan spoke up, his words hot against your aching cunt, it begged for more. “Now babygirl, if you need to scream, you fuckin’ scream,” and you did. You screamed out daddy’s name as he pushed a thick finger inside of your tight asshole, his fat tongue dipping in and out of your dripping cunt fast. 

“Daddy, your mouth feels so good!”

Negan groaned into you, he used the full length of his tongue to lap up all your juices and attacked your swollen clit with his teeth, this really had you screaming. Your hips buckled and thrusted against his face, the feeling of his nose rubbing onto your sensitive areas made you pant out desperately. “O–Oh god! Daddy… N–Negan! I’m go–” you mewled out loudly, one of your legs lifting off the ground, curling up as the pleasure started to take control. Another smack to your ass and you lost it, you thighs squeezed together and your toes curled, a series of moans flowed out of your thrashing body, your climax electrifying your body.

“Feelin’ that shit?” Negan spoke up releasing himself from his squishy prison, he lifted himself straight and wiped off his drenched face, “damn princess, you got all into this shit, good job.” praising the panting woman, Negan released your arms, laughing as they fell limp at your sides, he pat at your ass once more, hovering over your body. “I had a wonderful time, but I gotta get goin’.” he groaned out while adjusting his erection in his pants, you whimpered out your protest, still attempting to catch your breath.

He tsked at you, gently moving a few locks of hair away from the back of your neck and planted five gentle kisses onto it, “Don’t talk back, only bad girls do that,” he teased into your skin. 

“If you’re good when I get back, I’ll reward you big time. Remember, you’re mine princess.”  

[negansmutweek]

JDM Birthday Celebration!

Hi Dolls! I apologize for being under the radar for so long, but it's been a busy couple of months. This hiatus until October is going to be a long and winding road and I know we will need some smut fests to keep us occupied. As I plan and plot for our next full smut week, what would y'all think of a JDM B Day bash? JDM turns 51 on April 22nd. So in honor of that, let's have a smutty weekend filled with one shots about ahem, blowing out the birthday candles and licking off the frosting. Short and sweet! Extra points for word counts with multiples of 51! (510 words, as an example) We'll make Negan's unofficial birthday the same day, how about it? Tags to use: #HappyBDayJDM #Negansmutweekend #NegansBday #negan's thirst squad and of course, tag @negans-network and @negansmutweek

[wickednerdery]

Requested Negan x Reader Smut

Title: Don’t Tease Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: AMC’s The Walking Dead Pairing/character: Negan/Reader (with Lucille on the side, haha) Rating: FRM/FRAO Summary: “Everyone kneels for Negan and Lucille eventually.” Notes: Rating for smut smut smuttiness, a barbed wire bat, bit of blood, and enjoyment of bodily fluids (of the male variety, heh), haha!  Because of all this, there’s also a “read more” lol!!  This was requested by @harlystar, like, forever ago and I finally got the chance to do it...I can only hope it was worth the wait, lol!

Negan’s wives are less a harem and more a menagerie with a woman for every taste.  Sweet farm girl, tough city girl, ditzy blond, fiery Latina…every woman has a part to play.  I’m the wild one, the challenge.  The one who flouts the rules, who fights him, who gets punished.  I’m the who winds up cuffed to his bed or bent over the nearest piece of furniture, and loving every minute of it.  That’s my role and I play it very well; almost too well.

“Aw, poor baby,” I mock pout.  “Itty bitty Rick the Prick won’t play nice?  Maybe you’ve met your match?”  I smirk as he paces, Lucille swinging with increasing ferocity.  “Maybe you’re on your way out…old news…maybe I should go suck Rick’s prick instead?”

The bat swings out, I back into the wall with Lucille inches from my face.  It isn’t that Lucille hasn’t joined us before, it’s that Negan’s never given me that look.  That look of murderous rage he reserves for rule-breakers and other communities.  That look that says Lucille is about to get very thirsty.

“Careful, little girl,” he growls out.  “I’ve had a very long fuckin’ day and not even your very fine fuckin’ ass is immune to Lucille’s wrath.”  As if to make his point Negan steps up, puts the barbed end of the bat so close I can see my breath fog the wire.

There’s silence; his brows arch, waiting.  I have two options.  Hit my knees, apologize, beg mercy, and all those other things that he expects.  Those things normal people do.  Or…I smile, lean in, and slowly lick across the end of Lucille’s barrel.  I moan, taste blood where my tongue caught her metal teeth.

Negan stares, stunned.  His weight shifts back, he smirks.  “Fuck.”  Lucille falls to his side as he tries to wrap his head around me.  Decide if it’s respect or offense.

I can’t have that.

I grab him by leather lapels and jerk us together in a hit of a kiss.  I spread blood across his beard, his lips, until I’m allowed access to his warm mouth.  His tongue hits, brushes, caresses mine in shocks of pain that light up my body.  I reach down, undo his buckles, his fly.  He nearly jumps when my hand hits curled hair and hot flesh.  It swells, hardens; Negan moans.  My hand grips, massages, with licks to his lips as I watch his eyes slow-close in another groan.  “Knees?” I huff into his mouth.

“Knees.”  Lucille creaks slightly under the pressure of her owner’s lean and I place my own hand on her as I drop to my knees.  Everyone kneels for Negan and Lucille eventually.

My mouth ghosts over love trail and pubic hair, lips leave bloody kisses as I coax more sounds from his throat.  Even after I pull him out, I tempt.  Torment as I leave blood trails down his length, press my pinprick wounds against his tip, lightly stroke him with one hand and Lucille with the other.

He starts sounding like an animal in painful heat before there’s a hand yanking my head back by my hair.  “Don’t fuckin’ tease.”  It’s an order that comes with a glare direct into my eyes.  I lick my lips and he licks his before releasing me.  

I let his cock dive into my mouth until I gag on it.  I do it again, then pull back a few inches and slowly start to let my lips and tongue attend to every ridge and dip and pulsing vein he has.  I deep-breath the scent of dirt and blood and leather and sweat that come with him, moan it all out as I swallow down pre-cum and drool.

Negan pulses in my mouth, his hand returns to my hair, fingers tangling in to take control.  The hand working Lucille grabs him for stability as his hips thrust wantonly.  I let out an obscene mix of groan and gag as my own sex throbs with want.  I shift on my knees, feel a small wave of excitement hit my thighs, but know I’ll have no release.  Not without his permission.

“Fuck yeah…” he huffs out, moving hand and hips faster to fuck my mouth.  I work to keep up before relaxing my jaw, my throat.  He’s close; I can feel it in the throb, the swell, the twitch of his cock.  Even knowing, the release is sudden.  I choke on the first, the second I take whole, the third ribbons across my tongue, lips, and chin as Negan pulls back.

I bring fingers up to my chin, collect the still hot cum and slurp it up.  I look up, unblinking, as I lick Lucille from the start of her wire to her grip, then smirk.

Negan grins.  “Dirty girls.”

Really hoping this was worth the wait because I know I took forever...sometimes it’s just how things shake out.  On the plus, perfect timing for Negan Smut Weekend, woohoo!  Also I don’t think I’ve written a blowjob smut with this level of detail in, like, forever, so be gentle, lol!

Specific request was: “A NeganxReader piece, the reader as a wife. She loves to give him a run for his money, push his buttons, toe the challenge lines, that sort of thing. And she does something to particularly annoy him and he points Lucille dangerously close to her as he informs her that her shit on that day is exhausting and she should remember that she's not immune to a meeting with Lucille. And as he's talking, she leans in and licks the end of Lucille....I'd love to see that explored with some incredibly dirty smut...”

Tagged (aka people I thought might care, lol): @harlystar, @dusty-cookie, @dwaynii, @strangersangel9, @negansmutweek @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @vizhi0n