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krkekcnehx · 7 years ago

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Negan’s Rose - Chapter 4

Word count: 3039

Warnings: mentions of being underweight. I don’t want to spoil it but maybe just maybe some freaky deaky.

This one took me a while gorls feedback would be great xx

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You lazily silenced your alarm, groaning at the shrill ringing sound of it in your ear. You were yanked out of your blissful sleepy state by the the familiar alertness and the streak of anxiety you always felt waking up, anticipating walkers. Your eyes took a couple of seconds to adjust to the quiet room and your surroundings and your panic instantly evaporated. You weren’t out in the cold woods, exposed to the dead and the walkers, you were at the mysterious sanctuary and you were safe, if not still a bit confused. It was going to take time to adjust to this new feeling of security.

You stretched your arms and legs out, letting out a yawn as you blinked a couple times, waking yourself up. You took a swig of water from a fresh bottle that had been left in the kitchenette and brushed your teeth over the sink. You splashed some of the water over your face to wake yourself up and took your two tablets hoping to clear up the lingering dizziness from your injury. It was a warm morning, but the concrete floor kept you cool as you made your way over to the small dresser. It was nice to wake up in light comfortable pyjamas instead of your usual heavy survival ensemble. Your shoulders felt lighter without the weight of your backpack, something that would also take a while to get used to. So did your bare feet, free of your heavy boots and worn socks. You picked out a black vest top and a striped blue and green t shirt with a little bird on the pocket. You recognised it and checked the label, seeing that it was Hollister. You laughed softly, you would’ve never set foot into a hollister shop before. Teenage Americana summer beach romance clothes weren’t your thing. It reminded you of high school and the sickly sweet perfume from that shop that all the girls in your year wore. You were never one of the lip gloss girls and it felt strange to even think about vanity or self appearance in this new world when you just wanted to survive.

You found a pair of blue tracksuit bottoms and slipped them on, not wanting to wear anything too fitted until you gained some more healthy weight. Pulling the shirt over your head you noticed the red marks on your shoulders from carrying that wretched backpack around from so long. You avoided looking at yourself in the small mirror until you were dressed, not wanting to deal with your body. You had become dangerously skinny and lanky, your bones tired from constantly being on the move and your already deathly pale complexion seeming paler, however you had a hint of colour in your cheeks from your good sleep and having ate properly.

You considered wearing your hair down, but you were starting your new job today in the garden and wanted it off your face and neck. The trainers had a firm sole and were instantly comfier than your boots. You opened the blinds, letting yourself bathe in the warmth, standing with your eyes closed as it worked it’s magic on your freckles, letting it fill up the room with it’s cleansing energy. A knock on the door brought you out of your trance as you made your way over to it.

You presumed that this was Arat and let your eyes trail over her face, firstly noticing the small frown line in between her eyebrows, then noticing her strong nose and cheekbones. Your eyes dropped to her lips for a second and you admired her sharp defined Cupid’s bow. Your eyes met hers as the frown line softened and her lips parted slightly.

“I’m Arat, I’ve been assigned to show you around” she said in an authoritative but soft voice, her lips curling up hinting at a smile before going back to a line. You couldn’t deny that she was very pretty in a strong almost masculine way. “I’m rose.” You replied, realising this was the first time you had told anyone here your name. “Rose” she repeated softly with a small smile, almost unaware she had even said it. It was comforting to hear another human being call you by your name and you almost didn’t recognise it after being isolated for so long. The two of you fell into an understanding silence for a few seconds and if you weren’t wrong, you would say she had a tiny crush on you. She handed you your familiar switchblade, interrupting the growing intensity. Her glowy bronzed skin contrasted with your translucently pale hand as you took the weapon. Her smooth hand, nails chipped and painted black, lingered on yours for a split second before she dropped her hand. “You’ve been trusted with this, only use it if you absolutely have to.”

you murmured a quick thanks as you put it in your pocket, and with a “Follow me” the two of you were off.

She took you to the bustling metropolis that was the marketplace, explaining the points system to you. It was full of people but the energy was very sullen and the people seemed to merge in with the grey architecture of the room. Then you were shown the cafeteria which was reminiscent of hogwarts with its long tables. Arat grabbed two trays passing you one as you waited in line for breakfast. It was starting to get busy with all the workers getting up in time to start their shifts for the day but you managed to get a decent portion. Plain porridge and if you had the points, a squeeze of honey. Arat took you to a table at the quieter far end of the hall where a few saviours were seated. You recognised simon and although he had an air of arrogance you felt more comfortable now that you knew two people here. Arat introduced you as you took your seats. A blonde disheveled man caught your eye and you took in his disfigured face, not holding eye contact for too long for fear of making him uncomfortable, training your eyes onto your porridge instead. “The Sanctuary’s unique charm growing on you goldy?” Simon taunted with a smile. “It’s very uh, grey” you said sheepishly in response. The blonde man let out a soft laugh at this and introduced himself as Dwight. He had a reserved, quiet nature and didn’t say much for the rest of the conversation. Not wanting to overwhelm you, they chatted about supply runs and sanctuary gossip leaving you with your thoughts. You focused back into the conversation when you heard the name Negan talked about, a small sliver of fear and excitement darting through you as you remembered Arat said you were to meet him today. “Oh, rose” Dwight said your name softly like he had just remembered something. “If the run goes well, negan usually hosts a party for the saviours in the basement of this place. You should come by as my plus one.” A small blush coloured his cheeks and he averted your gaze as he said the last part. “I’d love to, I’m dying to meet the guy.” He smiled at you but it faltered as you said the last part. You didn’t have time to dissect it Arat noticed the interaction and quickly interjected. “You don’t want to be late for your first shift. Come on.” You detected a hint of jealousy in her voice.

Working in the garden was tough labour, but you enjoyed being out in the nature and feeling the dirt and earth in your hands. It was good to start slowly building back up your strength. The garden was massive and impressive with rows upon rows of vegetables that you spent the day tending to. The people were friendly, but kept their distance. You had been given special treatment with your own bedroom and free medical supplies and word had gotten round. The sun was beginning to set as you finished your shift and made your way back to your room. It was six pm and you managed to miss the rush of workers in the shower block, quickly freshening up and shaving parts of your body that had been neglected for a long long time now.

It was exciting to be getting ready for a party and you hadn’t felt the familiar buzz since college. The nicest clothes in your small dresser were a green flared sleeved blouse that complimented your hair colour and eyes, and a pair of tight black trousers. It felt alien, almost wrong to be dressing to look nice for once, not for convenience and survival. You let your hair down from it’s braid and it rested on your shoulders in neat waves. The blouse was floaty enough to cover up how skinny you were but still showed some skin. Dwight knocked on the door and you gave yourself a fleeting glance in the mirror on the way out, reminiscing on how you used to spend so much time applying makeup and straightening your hair. You still had the subconscious desire to look nice but it wasn’t as ever present now. Caring about things like that just seemed futile. Dwight greeted you with a shy smile and a murmured “you look nice.” You liked his quiet energy and grounded nature and wanted to become good friends with him in the future. The walk was mainly silent but it was companionable silence, not awkward.

You could feel the thumping bass in the corridor as you got nearer the designated party basement. You were quickly learning just how big the sanctuary was and were probably most definitely going to get lost at some point. The doors swung open as you two entered the room, and the atmosphere was electric. The room was filled with saviours and workers, dancing to the infectious 80s beat that pumped through the speakers. It was a popular song called Blue Monday by New Order and it was impossible not to dance to it. Someone had found a dance hits compilation cd on a run and it was a big hit with everyone. “Let me buy you a drink” Dwight shouted over the loud music and you felt a small hand on your lower back as he ushered you over to the bar. You leaned back onto the bar as he waited on the barman and you scanned the room, looking to find simon or Arat, instead catching the eye of a dangerously handsome man leaning against the wall across from you. He was surrounded by five women all dressed in black cocktail dresses, pandering for his attention. It was hard to see with the low light and all the people, but you could make out a small smirk on his face as he gazed at you with a drink in his hand. He had jet black hair and tanned muscly arms that were clinging to a simple white t shirt and you couldn’t look away. You weren’t sure if sexual tension could be created from a single look across a busy room but you felt a heat and a longing stir inside you. “Earth to rose?” You heard Dwight say with a laugh as he brought you out of your transfixed gaze. “I said, what’s your poison?” You forced your eyes away from this mysterious stranger and feigned a laugh to Dwight. “Sorry, got lost in my head there, vodka’s fine with me” you lied. Vodka always went to your head the quickest and some of your best and worst night outs had been fuelled by the precious Russian potato juice. You maintained idle chit chat with some of the people around the bar getting drunker and drunker as an hour flew by, sneaking glances at the man across the room, your face turning bright red every time, as he caught you, every time. It was like as if there was a magnetic force was pulling you towards him and you could feel his eyes on you all night.

Arat stumbled off the dance floor and made her drunken way over to you, laughing and smiling as you tanned another shot. It was nice to see her this relaxed knowing how tense she normally was after meeting her only once. “Hey girrrlll! Get over herree” She slurred, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the floor. The music had changed tempo to a seductive bass charged melody with a hypnotic rhythm. You swayed to the rhythm, running your hands through your hair and closing your eyes getting completely lost in the song. It felt so good to be immersed in a song for the first time in so long. You felt a pair of firm hands on your waist behind you, immediately knowing who they belonged to. He leaned in so his rough beard was touching your soft cheek as he spoke into your ear sending a thrill down you.

“So this is the little devil that’s been eye fucking me all night.” He drawled his words out slowly and seductively. His voice was deep and dripping with filth and re lit the fire that had been burning all night from the sexually charged fleeting glances. You leaned back into his strong body as the hands on your waist explored the plains of your smooth stomach under your blouse, the contact making you shiver. His hands were warm and firm and you wanted them all over you. You moulded into him perfectly and could feel his rock hard erection through all the layers making you gasp slightly. You slowly started to grind to the music, feeling his hot heavy breath on your neck, realising you had synced yours with his. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night doll” you liked this nickname and you could feel him laugh wickedly as his voice drove you wild. How could someone’s voice alone set you on fire like this? You deliberately rubbed against him eliciting a small groan from him and an electricity to pulse through your clit. You were already soaked and felt a longing in your core. He suddenly grabbed you by the wrist firmly making you wince. He noticed and loosened his grip gently, rubbing his thumb across it as he pulled you to the small door at the back of the hall. Nobody noticed the two of you leave amongst the sea of bodies, or so you thought.

The cool night air was fresh as it hit your rosy cheeks and was strikingly chilly with all of the heat in your bodies. The electricity between the two of you was primal and tangible and you had never felt this with anybody before.

He shut the door and immediately pushed you gently but firmly against it. You could make out his features vaguely under the moonlight. Your vision was a little blurry from the alcohol but he had a strong chiselled face and grey sprinkled stubble. His hair was slicked back but disheveled and a single strand was hanging over his face. The look in his eyes was burning with desire and wonder as they bore into your own, which were wide with shock and an intimidation that you didn’t know if you were comfortable with. You were so drawn to him in that moment that you couldn’t look away. You waited on him to pounce, make his move. You anticipated a rough, passionate kiss but instead the look in his eye softened as he brought his hand up to your face, gently cupping it as your aroused panting slowed down. You were caught off guard by this surprisingly affectionate action but your face naturally leaned into the curve of his large strong hand, the roughness contrasting with the smoothness of your cheek as he brought his calloused thumb over the plains of your cheekbones. You were both communicating non verbally and it was a strange mixture of lingering arousal and unspoken understanding. Like a messed up yin and yang. “fucking magnificent” he muttered softly as he took a delicate curl in his large fingers, placing it behind your ear. He leaned in so his lips were inches away from yours and you could smell the warm scotch on his breath. His lips parted slightly and your heart rate sped up as he closed his eyes. You waited on the kiss, desperate to feel his lips on yours to satisfy the longing you had felt all night but a fuzz from his walky talky interrupted the hazy atmosphere as he groaned, picking up the line. “This better be fucking good Dwight” he spat out. He was irritated and a frown had set in place. You lowered your head, suddenly feeling awkward and disappointed, not sure what to do with yourself. “A fight’s broke out between some of the workers at the bar. One of the bastards tried to steal some liquor it’s getting ugly negan.” Your eyes widened at the mention of his name and you realised just who you were with. He took a step back from you. “I’ll sort it.” He replied abruptly. There was an intensity about the way he looked at you while talking into the walky tally to someone else that you liked. The way he never took his eyes off of you was almost erotic. The haze from all this affection and the alcohol was making your head spin and you could feel all the alcohol in your stomach churning. His eyes met the ground as he ran a hand over his face in an effort to compose himself before letting out a sigh. You moved away from the door letting him open it, the music and shouting from the fight pouring out into the calmness of the night. “I wanna see you again, this isn’t over.” He said with an authoritative voice, giving you a lingering look before heading back into the party. You felt a warmth in your chest at the possibility of seeing him again. You had had intense spontaneous seances with people before but nothing quite like that. As soon as the door closed, you threw up everywhere.

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negan-leather-and-lace · 8 years ago

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Title: Composed Warnings: Filthy porn, Negan’s potty mouth Characters: Negan/Reader, reader insert Word Count: 5,408

Summary: Negan finds your dirty, porn writing and becomes intrigued.

You walked into Negan’s room with your head held high. Hell if you were going down, you were going down a champ – nothing would deter you from believing you were a good writer and that you could write about anything the imagination could muster – that was one thing Negan couldn’t take from you.

Of course, nothing could be simple, it had just been by a horrid misfortune that Dwight had seen you writing in your journal and had gotten curious. With that damn height advantage he had, Dwight had leaned over your shoulder and inconveniently seen Negan’s name written in there before you had been able close it and yell at him. But Dwight, with his inability to remain quiet and leave people alone, had assumed you were conspiring against your leader.

You had tried to explain to him that your journal had nothing to do with trying to hurt Negan, but Dwight hadn’t believed you. That sneaky bastard had stolen your journal last night, against your wishes. When you had woke up this morning, the journal had not been in its original place - to say you had panicked would be an understatement. It had been fruitless to search because you knew who took it – you had been seething with rage and at the same time felt violated.

Not that it mattered how you felt, here at the Sanctuary, there was no such thing as privacy rules or justice, other than the rules Negan deemed. But that journal of yours had not been meant for prying eyes, least of all Negan’s. But like the ignorant fool that Dwight could be: he had no idea he had just handed Negan your personal porn journal where you had been writing some spicy, sex pieces about the latest inspirations that had hit you.

For the last few months you had been a soldier in Negan’s army of Saviors. You had watched Negan from afar, admiring him for his tenacity and charismatic ways. It had taken a few weeks for you to begrudgingly admit you had always been attracted to him, and a few more to realize just how zealous your desire ran. He was a man that commanded respect and was an advocate of using fear to keep his own men in line.

Of course, you weren’t blind to the terror he inspired or his very heartless and demeaning methods and you couldn’t overlook the fact that he had several wives. But you also realized it was impossible to deny that you wanted him – you wanted him oh, so very badly. Your burning need for the man had gotten so great that you couldn’t get him out of your mind, so you resorted to your favorite outlet.

Only two weeks ago you had decided to start writing again after a long break because of the volatility of the apocalyptic environment you had been engulfed in. But now with the Saviors, the threat of death was much lower than it once was. You had put yourself in harms way just to scavenge for a journal and some pencils, but the reward of being able to write again was priceless.

It hadn’t taken you long to delve right into your own pieces with beautiful prose and descriptive diction of having raunchy sex with Negan. Oh yes, your writing skills were being used to the utmost of their capabilities in your eyes – but what would Negan think of the erotica you had wrote? Would he even approve?

You were pretty certain Negan was going to find some way to rob you of your dignity, well at least that was what you were anticipating. But honestly, you weren’t certain how Negan would react to your sexual writing liberties, would he iron your face over them? That seemed unlikely, but would he be pissed, disappointed, disgusted, ashamed, mock the living hell out of you? All of those were highly probable. The need to know Negan’s intentions were gnawing away at your nerves – and if you don’t find out soon you were certain you might die from the suspense.

Yeah, it was absolutely mortifying knowing that your leader had probably read every word of the filthy porn you had wrote about him. All the different positions in which you had imagined having sex with him, all the different ways you had imagined him going down on you, all the different ways you had imagined sucking him off – and yes, you had regaled all these fantasies in your journal.

Just recalling all of the salacious acts you had involved Negan in caused a cloud of rosy embarrassment to creep across your cheeks – and even with your head held high you were sure he could see you blushing face.

Negan was sitting on his couch in his lavish bedroom, when Dwight not so kindly forced you through the door. Your leader was leisurely leaning into the furniture, his arms resting against the back of the gray cushions. Negan had his signature leather jacket and white t-shirt on with his well trimmed beard and slicked back hair. Lucille had a comfortable seat next to as she was propped firmly against a pillow. He looked completely at ease as he watched you walk in the room with Dwight close at your heels.

“There is our little fucking writer,” he said avidly as you entered. You didn’t miss Negan’s gaze methodically tracing the curves of your body, and as you continued forward a tight, heat coiled in your lower stomach.

Negan had the widest grin you had ever seen on his face, as if someone had just told him it was an all you can eat buffet at the pussy bar. You just knew he was eagerly awaiting the chance to either punish or mock you for the twisted knowledge he had gained.

Your journal was sitting on top of his glass coffee table, as well as the rest of your damn pride. Negan might as well have just ironed your fucking face at this point because seeing your journal in his possession was more torturous than you had anticipated. You had tried to prepare yourself for this trauma, but holy shit you might need some damn therapy after this one.

Dwight walked in, his steps chock full of arrogance as he guided you toward the beautifully upholstered armchair directly across from the couch. The blond hovered over you, as if he had just caught America’s most wanted criminal, and was patiently awaiting a fucking belly rub from his superior.

Dwight placed a hand on your shoulder possessively, and it almost made you want to shudder. The man had never grown on you and you had always believed he’d been a worm.

“So it was plans for a coup, right? She’s been plotting to overthrow you for a long time?” Dwight said haughtily, his overconfidence was just oozing from each word. He must not have read the contents of the journal and just assumed he was holding a gold mine of treason in his hand. You had to withhold a laugh of frustration before you decided to speak out.

“Fuck you, Dwight, it wasn’t your journal to take. I told you, the contents were none of your fucking business, you–” that’s when Negan raised his hand to usher in silence. He was looking at you, just waiting to see if he could goad you into a fight – instead you denied him the satisfaction and remained still.

“Oh, it was fucking better than that,” Negan said amidst a mirthful chuckle, and he flashed you his pearly white teeth. “That was the best fucking thing I’ve read since we got here.”

You felt your eyes widen to the size of saucers from utter shock. For a second you were pretty certain your ears may have just malfunctioned, or maybe you had been hallucinating this whole conversation. But when the smile on Negan’s face only grew, it only confirmed what you heard as true.

Shit, shit, shit, had he just praised your porn writing as entertaining? You would have thought it was the apocalypse if it wasn’t the actual fucking apocalypse.

“Now Dwighty-boy, I’m going to talk to our little writer here, alone,” Negan said, his voice allowing no room for argument as he nudged forward so he was even closer to you.

“We have all sorts of interesting things to talk about.” He said as he locked eyes with you again. This time he sounded slightly suggestive and forbidding all at the same time, and if you hadn’t been struggling to wrap your head around his intentions – you would have been so turned on right now.

Dwight gave Negan a skeptical look before giving a firm nod. As he was leaving, Dwight shot you a pejorative glance before he closed the door behind him. You sat there, frigid, patiently awaiting Negan’s next move. Since Negan had indirectly complimented your porn writing you felt certain you weren’t going to have your face ironed – but maybe you shouldn’t assume; Negan could be unpredictable. It was a quality you found yourself even enjoying from time to time – that whole unstable air that encompassed him.

You jolted forward in shock when Negan started to laugh inexplicably and the sound of his laughter echoed off the walls and filled the large bedroom. He was still watching you, a dark glimmer fluttering under his lashes, but Negan was still letting out a low, throaty laugh.

“I was fully expecting a book filled with fucked up assassination plots, so you can imagine my surprise when I opened up this fucking book and found out it had descriptions of, yours truly, doing the freaky-deaky. I was shocked speechless, doll.”

He had a wide, joyful smile on his face, because Negan had just learned your dirty little secret. And hell, he was going to lord it over you, for him this was pure gold, pure fucking gold.

“You enjoy writing this sex stuff because it gets you all wet and wild, right? And I’m your fucking shining inspiration,” he jested.

You were still stunned silent, your mind was fluttering like a crazy, caged bird – no thought seemed to stay concretely locked in place. As you were about to speak, Negan interrupted you.

“So you got the hots for me don’t you, doll?” He implored with a smug smirk on his damn perfect lips. There was no lying your way out of this, you knew that with Negan honesty was the key – he respected those honest hardworking people of this Savior army, so you knew there was no way around it.

You nodded without hesitation because words were currently lost on you. Negan wasn’t an idiot you could fool. Negan had always been like walking sex in your eyes and if you told him otherwise you weren’t certain what would happen.

“I read your whole journal, and I’ll be damned, it was… sexy,” he said with a hearty smile. You were certain your face was as bright as a tomato from sheer embarrassment.

“You weren’t supposed to read it, that was my private journal. Dwight had no permission to take it from me,” you finally found your voice and spoke out. Negan chuckled under his breath. “He had every right to take it if he thought you were planning on killing me. It was just unfortunate for you that you were only writing porn, but I like to think of this as a happy little mistake. I do have to say, you really made me out to be an experienced sex god of some sort, and I like it. I mean, I just have to read you my favorite part, because hell, I don’t know how you found out I eat pussy this good.”

There was a pregnant pause, and you were sure Negan was toying with you –with that silly grin plastered on his face. It wasn’t long until Negan finally made a move and picked your journal up off the table. All his movements seemed tantalizingly slow – as if you were trapped inside a spell of slow motion madness. You watched as he opened the book to a random page, and scanned the surface of the sheet before he licked his lips and allowing a ghostly smirk to possess him.

“Oh, and I thought Lucille was a dirty girl, but doll, it seems you got her beat,” he jested, behind a giddy grin. “I mean this is some creative shit.”

He readjusted the book in hand and leaned forward so his eyes were squarely meeting your own.

Just to fuck with you some more, he cleared his throat as if he was preparing for a long speech. “Negan’s thumbs spread your lips and he immediately buried his face in your wet sex, his tongue circling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth,” he stopped, and holy shit, you were glad he did – because you needed to find your bearings again.

Right now you were struggling to keep your breathing steady as a hefty warmth settling between your legs and was creeping into your stomach. You wouldn’t be surprised if your panties were absolutely soaked at this point because Negan’s voice was erotic as hell.

When you had wrote that, you had never intended for the man himself to read it – let alone read it to you – and now the gleam in his eyes contained a certain hunger you had never witnessed in Negan before.

“At least you got one thing right,” his voice sliced through your very consciousness. “You better fucking believe I eat pussy like a damn god.”

He lazily flipped to the next page, his eyes transfixed on the wrinkled parchment. You felt your face turn blazing red because you knew, you just knew full well that you had written a very vivid sex scene on that page.

Again, Negan cleared his throat and shot you a toothy, boyish grin before he started to read.

“The lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, punctuated by your cries and his occasional gutteral groan. Each time Negan pushed his cock into you as far he could, he would grind his hips in a circular motion that touched parts of you that you weren’t aware could feel so soul-shatteringly incredible and to your shame you could feel the wetness of your arousal coating the insides of your thighs,” Negan stopped to let out a high pitched whistle.

Your leader staggered back in what must have been unadulterated shock. “Christ, this is some good shit. How did you know I like grinding my hips into pussies? You’ve been spying on me, I bet. You dirty little voyeur,” he whispered at you in that gravelly, seductive little way that made your toes curl.

Your face was probably the most brilliant shade of pink, but you remained composed, even though you were being accused of peeping. “I’ve done no such thing, I just rely on my imagination,” you stated explicitly.

“You look mighty embarrassed talking about this. Am I making you uncomfortable?” Negan unleashed another sly grin

“No,” you retorted. “I’m fine.”

Negan stood up from his seat on the couch and languidly walked passed you. A muscular, jeaned leg brushed against yours as he passed by. You watched as Negan approached a very small table near the window.

“Come here, doll.” he instructed, which you obediently did without question. You were nervous, Negan still hadn’t stated his intentions for you, and you wondered if he really was going to iron your face.

You watched as Negan pulled out two glasses and a small bottle of Jack Daniels that was nearly emptied. It had been a long time since you had tasted a drop of whiskey, and you had always been a whiskey girl.

Negan must seen the way your eyes lit up, because he started to chuckle. “If I would have known you were so turned on by whiskey I would have asked for another bottle,” that devilishly handsome man poked.

He poured some for you and himself before passing you the crystalline glass and it’s potent contents. Taking the glass cautiously, you silently swirled the whiskey around before taking a calm drink. The burning warmth that slide down your throat was heavenly, and damn had you missed just relaxing and enjoying a glass of booze.

You both sipped the whiskey slowly, indulging in the heat and smoothness that you had long missed. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Negan observing you with solicitous curiosity.

“I got a proposition, and I only make propostions over a good glass of whiskey,” he said slowly as he tongue ran over his lips in a come-hither fashion.

“So, I read your journal, and it seemed to be a little embarrassing for you, I guess I would be embarrassed too if it was me,” Negan chimed in with a wicked smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “But listen to this, I got the best fucking way to mend this.”

He set down his glass and took a few steps forward, purposely invading your personal space. You had forgotten how tall Negan really was, as he towered over you. The smell of leather, whiskey and the faint scent of the forest and pines lingered on him, making for a very potent and intoxicating mix.

“How would you like to find out, you know, how fucking good I really am, doll? I mean, I don’t do apology sex, so this would be damn special. Holy shit, thinking about this is making me hard as a fucking rock.” You looked down at his pants and realized he was telling the truth, that indeed there was a large bulge pressed against the front of his gray jeans.

Negan was leaning into you now, so close that you could see every beautiful, individual silver and black whisker on his handsome, yet aging face. His dark irises were digging into your flesh, causing butterflies to dance in your stomach and for a second your own gaze fluttered to his perfect, pink lips. The very lips you had written and dreamed of kissing, before you refocused your sight back on his eyes.

Was this even reality right now? Because Negan was sincerely offering himself to you, and for a few seconds you felt as if your brain couldn’t even coherently make a sentence to accept his idea. This was what you had been fantasizing about for the last few weeks, and now this very desire that had been clawing away at you was finally becoming a reality – it seemed surreal.

Before you even spoke he placed a calloused finger on your lips, but it did not stay there for long. The tip of his finger trailed lower down your chin and dropped further to trace the contours of your throat and neck.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Negan’s finger purposely furthered its pace downward – especially as it grazed over the mound of your breast. His forefinger caressed the tip of your nipple and you found yourself arching your back slightly to meet his finger.

You were quickly wishing your shirt didn’t exist and you could feel your bare flesh against his. If you hadn’t been under a hypnotic, lusty haze and dying for more, you might have ripped your shirt off right there.

His hand dipped lower toward your stomach until it reached the very hem and leather belt on your jeans. Negan stopped and leaned in even closer to you, so much so that your faces were just a whisker length apart. He allowed his forefinger to tease the skin around your lower abdomen, which was causing wild goosebumps to rise on your flesh.

“So doll, what do you say? Wanna know how good I can fuck you?” His breath was tickling your outer ear as he spoke.

“Yes,” you whispered, as you finally found your awed, and suppressed voice.

“I didn’t fucking hear you?” He muttered, as he undid your belt and slid his hand underneath your blue jeans and panties. His dexterous fingers brushing against the soft flesh above your sex, right before he reached your tender folds.

You let out a small gasp as his fingers teased your clit. He was as skilled as you had imagined – his fingertips slowly traced their way around your lips and sensitive entrance – alluding to the fact he might finally dip into your core, which you were silently praying for.

“You are mighty wet, doll. Too bad you can’t find your fucking voice. Now, do you want me to fuck you or not?” Negan purred the question right into your ear, as he dragged out every syllable.

“Please, fuck me,” you groaned louder as his fingers shifted around your clit in a methodical circle again, drawing sharp waves of pleasure in your stomach. Your knees were starting to feel weak and with Negan’s breath hitting your ear you were surprised you were still standing.

Two of his fingers slid eagerly into your entrance and right away found a sensitive spot against your wall. Half distinguishable words and moans escaped your lips, and slowly a fire caught ablaze right in your lower abdomen just from the movement of his fingers alone.

The way he was gently rubbing made your hips buck slightly against his hand, almost begging him to go deeper and pleasure you further. The whole time Negan had a fervid grin that went from cheek to cheek, showcasing his dimples and making him even more appealing.

It didn’t take long for short, strangled moans to escape your mouth, as Negan continued to move two fingers in and out of you in such a slow and torturously sweet manner. You could feel yourself tighten around his fingers as he maintained a steady rhythm.

He was basking in the power he had over you, and you didn’t even fucking care anymore. You were so close to an orgasm that you could already see blackness creeping at the edges of your vision.

He was priming you, giving you a small taste of how good he could be – you knew it. But now you were drunk off of him, completely and utterly hooked. You needed more, so when he removed his hand from your pants when you were on the brink of your orgasm, you cried out like a child whose toy was stolen.

“Good girl,” Negan cooed in your ear. “You feel good enough to eat. Now, take your clothes off, get on the fucking bed and don’t make me tell you twice,” he commanded as he leaned against the wall behind him.

You were a shaking mess still, and your body was attempting to pull itself together. Never before had you been so close and had an orgasm stolen from you – even now you were certain your legs were made of rubber and you didn’t even come.

Slowly, you turned around, your eyes fixated on the large four-poster bed with the silky, exuberant gray comforter and matching pillows behind you. It was a bed made for a king – and you were surprised you hadn’t noticed it when you walked in.

Indeed, you did not need to be told twice as you walked over to the bed and very slowly shimmied out of your tight blue jeans. You dragged the motion out a little longer than you anticipated as you slid them down slightly and moved your hips in a tight circle. Hell, you had never been good at doing a strip tease, but you were good at getting even – and Negan had denied you an orgasm so you were going to get your revenge one way or another.

Any nervousness that had once been festering inside you was washing away, because deep down, it felt like Negan wanted you – and above all things you wanted him. Your body was screaming for his hard, long dick to be inside you practically.

Your writing about him had piqued his interest – and now you had gotten noticed and were being rewarded for your hard work in a twisted, fucked up kind of way.

Negan stayed where he was, sipping and savoring every drop of his whiskey. A feral look in his dark pools confirmed your belief that Negan did want you in a really fucking bad way – maybe it had been the way you were gyrating you hips wantonly - but for whatever reason it was, Negan looked hungry and close to insatiable, almost as if he could consume you whole.

You pulled your thin t-shirt over your head and as you began the task of removing your bra, the sound of footsteps filled your ears. Just in time you looked up to see Negan quickly closing the distance between the two of you.

He grabbed both sides of your cheeks unceremoniously and his lips collided upon yours. You felt Negan’s kiss become more demanding, as if he had a certain thirst for you that needed to be quenched. You tilted your head which allowed him to invade your mouth with zeal.

You felt like your head was spinning out of control as Negan’s tongue was doing furious exploration in your mouth. His thumbs started caressing your cheeks in a very slow circular motion, and you let out a soft moan that you were certain was reverberating in his mouth.

Without warning, Negan pushed you down on the very edge of the bed, not roughly, but rather with fervor. His eyes roamed your naked form and you could see his gaze light up as he stared directly at your exposed breasts.

You watched as he peeled off his jacket and shirt. Never before had you been so enraptured as sinewy muscles rippled under natural tan skin. Dark and silvery chest hairs were peppered on his upper pecs and ran down the length of his stomach.

“Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath as Negan undid his belt and pulled down his boxers. And just like that, his bulging erection came popping out. It had been a very long time since you had seen a cock so girthy and with such a large head – it was making you wet just looking at it.

“Holy shit is right, these pants were getting too fucking tight, and you’re the only one to blame here, doll.” He grabbed one of your nipples and began to tweak it with assiduous precision.

“You thought you could tease me and get away with it, didn’t you, doll? I’m gunna eat you out so fucking good that… well shit, you’ll be reliving it in your wet dreams for the next year,” his voice had dropped an octave and just his voice alone was causing shivers to run down your spine. A moan escaped your lips when he pulled on your nipple.

He didn’t even hesitate as he lowered himself toward your sex, neglecting the nipple he had been teasing. Hot breath was billowing against your inner thighs – the anticipation of waiting was going to make you almost come. Teeth, it wasn’t long until you felt Negan nipping at the sensitive skin of your thighs making your legs shake.

Negan finally lowered himself, and using his tongue to paint long, languid strokes from between your folds and your opening to your clit. You lifted your hips and offered yourself eagerly to him. Negan pulled your clit straight into his mouth gently, and held it between his teeth while running his tongue over it.

A tight heat began to build up in your stomach and slowly it was turning into an inferno, and you could feel it threatening to spill over.

His tongue danced feverishly across your clit as Negan’s hands caressed your upper folds. With desperation, your hands clutched frantically at the sheets. A bone-tingling wave of delight swept over you – it started at your center and spreading out through your limbs, until there was nothing but Negan and the delicious feeling of his tongue against your exploding nerves. With a moan, Negan sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked the tip with his tongue, over and over.

Finally, you felt yourself losing control as colors flashed before your eyes. A ball of light in your belly burst, exploding like a nebula and blinding you with flashes of white, hot pleasure. You were clutching tightly to the edge of the bed as you cried out in unadulterated satisfaction.

And then he was sliding away, his mouth leaving your dripping sex and you gave a frustrated moan, thinking he was abandoning you. But then you felt broad hands prying your legs apart and spreading your thighs wide until your legs dangled over the edge of the bed helplessly. Negan was standing in front of you, and you could see him sliding his pants further down and slipped a condom down his hard shaft.

“I need to fuck you now, I can’t fucking take your moaning anymore,” he grumbled. The word ‘fuck’ rumbled from Negan as he lined himself with your entrance and lazily rubbed his tip against your slit. “What do you want me to do, doll?”

“I need you inside of me, please,” you could hardly recognize your own voice, as you plead for Negan to fuck you. It sounded so lusty and needy – but you had never wanted anyone to fuck you more in your entire life.

He must have wanted you to feel every last inch of him, because he pushed inside you agonizingly slowly. When you were least expecting it was when he pushed his hips forward and sunk into you to the hilt. You had never felt so thoroughly filled and widened – why hell you could almost hear your entrance screaming in aching delight.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you swore in an endless, breathless litany that even made Negan jerk his hips a little deeper into you.

"Oh fuck, yes,” he groaned as Negan bottomed out in you and remained still for a second.

You just wriggled your hips restlessly in an unvoiced plea for him to move. This made Negan groan heatedly as the movement made your body squeeze him with a fresh wave of muscle contractions from the past orgasm.

“Please… please… Negan, fuck me,“ you found yourself on the verge of sobbing.

Gripping a toned thigh in each hand, he began to rock his pelvis back and forth, rapidly picking up the tempo until he was drilling into you as fast as he could. You could feel Negan driving himself into your body with a new manic rhythm, so quick that your breasts were bouncing uncontrollably.

You couldn’t deny how much you loved the friction of your sweaty bodies, and the feeling of skin together. You went wild beneath him, writhing and arching and moaning in a way that made your voice hoarse nearly as you whimpered and moaned in searing pleasure.

"Good girl, you are so fucking tight,” he panted as you screwed your eyes shut at the feeling of one of his hand letting go of your thigh to fumble clumsily against your clit. “Come for me,” Negan growled.

He surged forward harder and deeper, rubbing a spot in you that finally released the burning star in you belly, making an explosion that sent an entire rainbow of colors across your vision. You felt your muscles contract and squeeze around Negan’s moving cock.

You couldn’t have stopped the shrill screaming that left your throat even if you tried – as Negan’s name escaped your lips in a loud, unceremonious way.

A powerful orgasm ripped through your entire body, reducing you to a mumbling, shaky, sweating mess. Your own climax must have sent him over the edge, because Negan’s lips formed a little ‘o’ as his brow furrowed together all tight and focused.

“Fuck,” he cursed as his hand tightened around your thigh. You felt Negan’s cock throbbing inside you as he thrust into you a few more times before going still.

Breathless, satisfied and exhausted – you both went limp. Carefully, he rolled off you and actually propped himself against the edge of the bed. His lips parted slightly and curled into a smile, as Negan looked over at you, with those bright eyes and that sheen of beautiful sweat across his forehead.

“I expect a second part soon, and there better be some lavish cock sucking, otherwise there are going to be some damn problems.”

The END. Thank you for reading!

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✔️Clubs and Blood–Jerome smut? where he gets incredibly jealous where it gets to the point where he kills the guy right in front of you thats been flirting with you all night? and then ends with angry passionate s m u t ?

✔️Laughter is the best medicine–jerome fluff where the reader was held hostage and jerome saves her but shes hurt and he cares for her and is just super over protective? thank you so much and love your imagines!

✔️Number one fan–Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

✔️Breaking out my baby–Imagine where the reader gets thrown in Arkham when Jerome is killed,since she was crying over his dead body and Jim saw this as an opportunity to arrest her.So when Jerome returns he goes to save her,finding her completely insane from being tortured

Jelly beans–Could you please do a fanfic where Jerome gets Jealous or one where he meets the reader in Arkham? Thank you! You’re a great reader! I look forward to reading more of your work soon! :)

Sticks and Stones? Staples and Thrones- You should do one where Jerome meets Harley for the first time after being all cut up. (Yet he’s somehow still beautiful!!) And he takes an immediate liking to her because she’s totally bad ass and doesn’t care about his scars? The rest is your imagination, I guess.

Don’t be so stupid–Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut

Perfectly plump–Hi can you write something where Jerome reacts to someone making a rude comment about the readers weight? Thanks XxX

Lost and found–Could you do a Jerome imagine where he finds the reader after coming back to life

Monkey see monkey do–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line

I’m the boss–I was thinking of a jerome x reader. Like maybe you’re part of the Maniax with him and you get in an argument with him during a job that gets a little rough. Maybe he pushes you against a wall or something? Maybe an “i’ll deal with you later” and so on and so forth.

Eye catching–I need me some Jerome circus imagine in my life!!! Maybe you could do one were the reader is into 80’s/90’s fashion and rocks it?. She’s blonde and loves clowns and freaky shit so when they bump into each other in Gotham’s carnival they’re both instantly stunned!? They could be super flirtatious and both as bad as one another. (P.S if you make the reader British I’ll love you for life

Has anyone seen my Harley?!–Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.

Sweetie pie–Okay so Jerome always seems to have a sort of narcissistic additude right? What if there was a girl he’d known his whole life who he had on a pedestal? Like do no wrong, maybe even wanting the cult to worship her instead.

You wish!–Hi can you do an image of Jerome X Reader where everyone knows that the reader belongs to Jerome even after death so when Dwight tried to become Jerome he takes the reader and she keeps fighting him and saying things like he will never be Jerome so Dwight hits her on live t.v. causing Jerome to become furious and he saves the reader in the end.

King and Queen–Reader met him when he was in circus and both are crazy (XD) in love with each other. And have plans to be King and Queen of Gotham city. When Jerome is in Arkham he misses her so much. One day he find Queen of hearts card under his plate..and then Queen’s and hers entourage most epic and badass arrival in history. I have end in my mind, but don’t want to tie you with to many details. So you have free hand, I guess. Just some mad fluff.

Sweet little monster–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line

Have you learned nothing?!–Can you do an imagine where The reader is Jeromes ex and he finds them after they went on a date with another man and it turns into jealous smut?

Good Cop Bad Cop–Maybe Jerome could have a thing for, or be in love with, Jim Gordon’s fiancé or girlfriend before he died?And she finds reawakened Jerome instead of Lee?

Triangles–Can you do a imagine or headcanon where everyone likes the reader, as in they’re all cool with her & got her back, so when they find out she’s in a polyamorous relationship with Edward & Jerome (let’s pretend that Penguin isn’t head over heels for Ed ) they getting really upset cus shes basically everyone’s little sister & its just a bunch of funny dramatic fluff mess 😂😂😂 Also your work is awesome❤❤

Lookie here!–Hi I was wondering if you could do a Jerome imagine where he meets the reader at Arkham is always trying to her attention

Innocence is Pure–Do you think you could please make a fluffy imagine where the reader is not into the whole, “murder yay” thing (I guess you can say she’s a bit innocent), so Jerome is a bit sensitive/careful around her? Idk, something different than when the reader is a bad girl.

Now that’s interesting–I love your blog and you’re writing can I request a Jerome Smut where he’s just been bought back to life and he comes to find and sees your dating some one else and gets jealous . So he shows you who you belong to

Nice Effects!–Can I request an imagine where Jerome is back from the dead and on the hunt for his face when he meets reader and she points him to Dwight and when Jerome finally gets his face and puts it back on they can kiss and have some naughty times lol?

The best people are–reader being a normal teen girl and then being crazy and then being a maniac and then being jerome’s girlfriend or something, i can’t be more clear XD

Small but violent–could I maybe get a fic where Jerome is just wandering the streets to just cause chaos, and sees the reader and decides to mess with her. but he seriously underestimates what they’re capable of and he likes her dark side. I hope that makes sense and I gotta say I love your work. Makes my day.

Chicken noodle soup–Can you do a request with Jerome where he comes home “after work” to a sick gf and they just have a cuddly moment wrapped up in the covers and just fluff

Red as blood–Jerome request His not-so-sane plans for valentine’s day? Humorous yet smutty, maybe x

Familiar– Can I request an imagine where the reader and Jerome both come back from the dead and don’t remember each other. But then Jerome remembers the reader after a near death experience

Armed and ready–Could you do a Jerome smut where he is in a relationship with s crazy evil girl y/n and he basically gets arrested and then y/n bursts into the prison covered in weapons and saves him then they have rough sex with a lot of biting from Jerome

Entertainment–can you please make an imagine where the reader is like the hottest stripper at the club and jerome notice how good she looks and can’t stop looking at her so he take her to his place and they well you know. Thank you!!

Roof tops and dark ally ways–Can I have an imagine where Jerome stalks

Who even likes sticks?–Can I have an imagine where I’m curvy and Jerome has a crush

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