#but like... literal Judy hip thrusts and you think I can just.. chill

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The Washington capitals just be out here posting videos of hockey players doing slow hip thrusts like that doesn’t immediately make me sin

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The Queen

Wow! I’m super shocked at how much momentum this fanfic that I had totally forgotten has caught! Sorry this took so long, but here’s chapter five!

WC: 1986

Warnings: smut, liquor, lowkey violence, swearing

Chapter one! Chapter two! Chapter three! Chapter four!

A loud knock on your door woke you up that next morning. You moaned quietly and began to sit up as the door opened and Amber stood in the doorway. She stood frozen as she looked at you, totally naked, and Negan, who was just waking up beside you. As you ran your fingers through your hair, she watched your hand, no doubt noticing the ring that rested a tad too big on your finger.

“I-I was just,” Amber started.

“Oh sweet fucking Jesus Christ is that Amber?” Negan groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and nodding, “Of fucking course. Hey, Amber, grab me a drink of whatever is open downstairs in my cabinet, no ice.”

“Actually, I,” Amber tried again.

“Amber, it’s too god damn early for you to annoy me this much,” he continued, he then wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back down into bed with him.

“The wives want to meet y/n,” she stated, “Officially. We feel its best th-”

SMASH she was cut off by Negan hurling a glass from the night before at the wall. He sat up and walked over to her until he was towering over her. She maintained a straight stare, her eyes locked into yours.

“Now I know,” Negan’s breath was shaking, clearly not a morning person, “I promised all of you that no harm would come and all that fucking bullshit. But if you don’t stop with this fucking straight up god damn defiance, Amber, I swear to fucking y/n, it won’t be me, but whoever it is will be sent straight to you with a fucking card with love from Negan. You fucking get that? Get the fuck back in line. Go get us a fucking drink. And fuck off.”

“This is what’s coming,” Amber warned you as she turned to walk away. Negan grabbed her arm and ripped her back with such force that she hit the ground of your room. You bounced out of bed and began to walk towards her.

“What the fuck was that?!” Negan was suddenly calm, and even let out a chuckle.

“Stop,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, you felt his tension lift as he looked up at you, “Come back to bed. Take this out on me, instead.”

He stood and growled lowly, turning and walking towards the bed. You helped Amber up and she glared hard at you. She turned and walked away, slamming the door behind her. You skipped towards the bed and jumped onto Negan. His hands gripped at your hips so hard for a moment that you let out a low yelp. He smiled as he then kicked all of the blankets off of the bed and ran his hands up your body.

You reached down for his massive length, and began to stroke it slowly. His head slowly fell back as you circled your thumb around the head of his cock. You began to work your way down his body until you could take his cock into your mouth. The moment it hit your lips you could taste the salty precum, you ran your tongue around the head as he groaned.

“Enough teasing, sugar, I need it now,” he commanded.

“I wanna be the boss,” you whined.

“Remember what daddy said about talking back,” he warned.

“I thought you liked a bad girl,” you giggled, then suddenly taking his entire length down your throat. He gasped and punched the bed.

His fingers were then tangled in your bed head as he thrust mercilessly. His groans and growls were loud as he cursed out in pleasure. You used one hand to massage his balls as the other dug your nails into his side.

He released your hair and you eagerly crawled up his body and began to slide the head of his cock into your soaked womanhood.

“Woah, woah, woah sugar,” he groaned as he continued to pull you up his body, “It won’t feel good for daddy until I know it’s good for you. I want my queen to have a seat on her throne.”

You giggled before gasping quickly. With little warning his tongue plunged into your drenched pussy, quickly retreating to circle your clit slowly. You let out a cry.

“Fuck,” you quietly mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.”

“Scream it, baby,” Negan commanded as his pace quickened, “Make the fucking windows shake.”

As soon as he resumed he hit the spot and you cried out loudly, “FUCK, daddy you’re gonna m-make me cum!”

With one swift movement he slid your body back down and slammed his cock into your throbbing pussy. You let out another cry as he moaned loudly between tight teeth.

His strong hands were literally moving you up and down his length in a loud, wet mess. You had no control over your body as you felt the heat in your stomach move down. He leaned up and began to suck on your neck as his rhythm became increasingly sloppy.

“You w-wanna cum daddy?” you asked with shaky breath, he knew you were just as close as he was, “You wanna fill this pussy?”

He bit hard into your neck and you cried out as you came, his orgasm pumping into you as he threw himself back into the bed and arched his back. You slowly rode it out, up and down up and down, until he pulled you off of him and onto his chest. Kissing the top of your head multiple times as you drifted back asleep.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the mattress shift, Negan was trying to sneak away. Without turning to see him you mumbled, “If you think you can just fuck me and then peace, I promise I’ll kill you.”

You heard him give a rough, throaty laugh as he crawled behind you and wrapped his arms around you, “I wouldn’t doubt that for a fucking second. I was just going to grab us some coffee, since Amber shit the bed on the liquor.”

“Coffee?” You rolled over so you were face to face, “What if we just stayed with your earlier plan and stuck alcohol? Celebrated a little bit? Last night was quite the victory for you.”

He smiled as he sat up and put a cigarette between his lips, “A victory? Huh.”

“Well, all of your other wives are at least thirty-five,” you smiled, “Your newest addition to the collection is much younger, I’d say that’s a victory.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he chuckled, “I can’t be drinking this early, kitten, I’ve remembered I’ve got some work to do today that was put off for too damn long already. Someone has been serving as a pretty little fucking distraction for the past little while.”

“Hmph,” you rolled away and sat up, the blankets falling off of you to reveal your still bare body as you stood and walked to your window, “I want you, though,” you sighed, “All to myself.”

He chuckled, and you could hear him buckling up his jeans and then walk over to you.

“Why don’t you fucking chill and take today to plan some wedding shit?” he kissed your shoulder.

“Because we’re supposed to do that together,” you pouted, “If you think you can ease me into the harem until I’m nothing special you’ve got another thing coming. I’m with you today.”

Frustration crossed his face, “When did I fucking say anything about you being like anyone else?”

“I can hear what you say before you say it,” you retorted, taking the cigarette from his lips and pulling a drag yourself, “I’ve always been able to.”

He laughed and threw his head back as you took another drag, “Is that how you managed to stay ahead for so long during our game?”

“You know it, baby,” you handed the cigarette back to him.

Negan’s POV

I watched her delicate fingers place the cigarette between my lips, and I shit you not, for a moment I was almost religious. This girl, this psychopathic angel, was so damn close to everything I had ever wanted that it was hard to think she couldn’t have been the work of some fucking higher power.

“When you cursed out Amber, you swore to me,” she giggled, looking up at me. Her y/c eyes were fire, and I was a fucking snowflake in her presence. It was something new, to love what wanted me dead a week ago.

“You’re the closest living proof I have that maybe there is someone up there,” I replied, her face burned red, “Go get dressed, I have a family meeting us from one of the communities for a bit of a picnic. You should come.”

Excitement erupted across her gorgeous skin as she broke free of my grip and ran towards the small collection of clothing she had. She threw bits and piece all around until she found an old pair of what looked like men’s jeans, and a plain tshirt.

“Knife?” she looked at me with doe eyes, giving her what she wanted the moment she wanted it wasn’t even something I needed to think about. I pulled a small knife out of my back pocket and handed it to her.

She smiled and cut the legs off of the jeans, making herself a pair of incredibly short shorts. She put them on with her top and smiled, doing a spin for me.

“Fuck kitten, your legs are something else,” I moaned lowly as she walked over to me, “I don’t want everyone else to see all of this, maybe try something a bit more conservative. Save this for daddy.”

She rolled her eyes and spun around, walking towards the door. She opened it and laughed, bending over and picking up two cups filled to the rim with liquor, “I guess she didn’t want to interrupt.”

She took a sip and I watched her face twist, but the moment I let out a chuckle she looked at me like she had been challenged and downed two good sized gulps. I walked over and took both cups, sipping from mine before placing them on her desk.

“Would you like to just grab something to eat quick then and be on our way? I’m planning to meet them at the halfway point in about half an hour. Daddy can’t be late.”

She nodded, walking over to the desk and taking another two massive sips from the cup. She stumbled and then smiled brightly, taking my hand.

~

The sun was warm as we walked towards the people standing in the field.

“Anything I should know, going in?” y/n asked, she squeezed my hand. It wasn’t nervousness, but she was definitely on guard.

“That you’ve never been more fucking safe than you are right here with me and Lucille,” I kissed the side of her head. She sighed and the smell of alcohol filled the crisp air for a moment, “Well hey there strangers!” I called. There stood Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Judith, “Sorry we’re a tad late, you know how ladies are.” Y/n shot me a look and smacked my abdomen.

Introductions were short and we were right into business.

“We have a green house coming up here, so we won’t be needed that canned shit anymore, but how about some fucking hunting, you guys do that shit? Well, I mean, now you will,” I chuckled.

Rick started talking some bullshit and Michonne was out trying to pretend like I gave a fuck about her ���idea’. But what I was focused on was little Judith, who had crawled into y/n’s lap and was playing with her hair. I’d be lying if I said that a baby wasn’t on the list of things I needed. The whole meeting was pretty much a waste of everyone’s time, but fuck if it didn’t reaffirm all of the shit I already knew.

Let me know what you think! How do you want the wedding to be? How do you want the meeting with the other wives to go? Do you want to be added to my taglist? Inbox and follow me! I’m hoping to have chapter six up tomorrow!

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