#negan smith blurb

[st4rfckerz]

negan loves having power over you

(mdni 18+ dubcon, humiliation maybe ??)

Negan flips you roughly onto your back, looming over you with a wicked grin. He hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, pushing them up towards your chest as he adjusts his stance. You feel the head of his thick cock pressing insistently at your entrance.

With a brutal thrust of his hips, Negan sheaths himself back inside you, stretching you wide around his throbbing cock. He doesn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a hard, driving pace. The old couch creaks softly beneath you with each powerful snap of his hips.

You start to cover your face with your arm, embarrassed that he was able to trick you into getting into this position so easily. However, Negan is having none of that.

“Hey, hey... none of that now,” he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “You don't get to hide from me, sweetheart. I want to see those pretty eyes when I’m inside you.”

Despite Negan's warning, you continue to cover your face, unable to meet his cocky gaze. This time, he doesn't just grab your wrist— he grabs both of your wrists in one large, strong hand and roughly pins your arms to your chest. His grip is like a steel vice, unyielding and inescapable. He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks in a low, threatening growl.

“Didn't I just tell you not to hide from me?” he snarls. “Keep your hands where I can see ‘em, and look at me.” He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours, making sure you feel every thick inch of him buried deep inside you.

Reluctantly, you allow your eyes to meet Negan's intense gaze. As your eyes lock with his, a cruel, smug smile spreads across his face, revealing those deep dimples. His eyes bore into yours, dark and intense, daring you to look away. He chuckles low and rough, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“See, there you go,” His grip on your wrists eases slightly, but he doesn't let you go, keeping your arms pinned to your chest. Negan's grin widens, turning even more wicked as he sees the embarrassment and reluctance in your eyes. He knows he has you at his mercy, completely under his control. He uses this power to tease you mercilessly.

“Look at you, all spread out and stuffed full of my cock,” he taunts, his voice a quiet, mocking rumble. “I bet you'd be mortified if anyone from your little community saw you like this— takin’ me like a champ.” His tip brushes harshly against that special spot inside you, making you gasp. His eyes gleam with cruel amusement as he watches your face, relishing your reaction.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. Your secret's safe with me.”

For now.

[velvetcloxds]

for a dialogue I don't know if you're still writing for twd but I just read love made me crazy and what about something after that where negan is out of jail and end up saving you when you're in danger or being the only one you ask for when getting hurt?

I WOULD CROSS THE LINE | N.S.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: villian becoming the hero for the person he loves- I couldn't control myself and turned it into a blurb and yes I'm always ready to write for twd- a brief moment where zombies try to eat you but it’s very quick and totally undetailed- ohh also age gap

part one: love made me crazy

It happened too fast, you were always aware when outside the gate, more so after convincing everyone to let Negan come out searching for resources with you, just four of you scurrying about the woods for cans of food you'd never find. You'd never been one to volunteer, much more comfortable organizing things at home but you were losing your mind wondering about Negan in that little cell while were you on the other side with not even a second with him. These little trips were routine, always the same, a few stray walkers that were easy to take down, always finding nothing in the process but things got out of hand too quickly.

Stuck in a room with three walkers, no weapon, nothing but an overthrown cupboard separating you, and without even a second of consideration you called for Negan, pleaded for him and it was like a bolt of lightning struck right through his spine at the shrill sound. He'd never cleared a house so fast, not a care in the world for who was behind him, yelling at him for not staying close, he'd found a knife along the way and the zombies grabbing at you were gone within seconds.

"Y/n," you didn't register the sound, kneeled against the wall, shaking despite your best attempt at staying calm, blood on your clothes and you weren't sure it was truly over. Negan was slow when he moved the wooden frame away, it wasn't an easy task with the dead weight slumped against it, but he wasn't thinking, not a thought going through his mind other than getting you into his arms. "Baby," the gentle tone made you snap back to reality, tremored hands reaching for him before you could register the gesture. "I've got you," he promised and he bit back a surprised puff of air when you launched at him, taking him with you to the ground in the process, holding him impossibly tight as you lingered in his lap.

"You came," you mumbled into his neck, he was cooing softly, hand bushing up and down your back, your arms circling around his neck as you fought against any possibility that he'd let go.- he kissed the side of your head as a promise that he wouldn’t. "You saved me."

"Course I did,” he couldn’t believe your surprise, not that he came, it was more than that, it was revealing a weakness which was something he’d never dreamed of doing, letting people know there was something to hold over him and he couldn’t care less. “Baby,” the word felt foreign a second time, it was deliberate, laced with so many consequences and hidden meanings but he wanted to say it again, a thousand times just to taste it on his tongue. “You okay?” you were, he’d checked before you were in his arms, he had a fleeting moment to do so but the blood wasn’t yours and the scratches weren’t made by the dead, just from the struggle of trying to get safe.

“You saved me,” you pulled away, looking him over, you’d never seen that look before, the concern, the relief at looking at you, you’d always been the one to fuss over getting him an extra blanket or saving him some of your food so he stayed healthy, made sure no one too bad gets put on guard at his cell. He had his moments too though, and would worry about you being on the night shift, or dealing with some idiots letting their egos get in the way but at least you weren’t alone, there was someone to step in if you needed it, someone to keep you safe since he couldn’t. So seeing you like this, scared and seconds away from disaster, made something in him shift. A realization maybe, he was being reckless with you, putting your safety in someone else’s hands when they were more bothered keeping a gun on him than saving you from danger.

“You scared me,” his tone was soft, dipped brows over darkened eyes, the weight of the world drawn black in his irises and you hated being responsible for that. He’d grown hard before you, numb to such senseless emotions like fear and you didn’t want to be the reason he felt it again. You’d wondered if he’d be able to feel, truly feel, what you felt for him yet somehow knowing he could felt worse than thinking he couldn’t. “When I heard you screaming...” he shook his head, cupped your cheeks in his own shaking hands and your fingers were desperate when surrounding his wrists. “Haven’t felt that terrified in so damn long,” his hands fell to your neck, thumbs brushing hair away from the back of your ear.

“I’m sorry,” you didn’t have to apologise, he’d tell you as much soon so you interrupted his thoughts, nodding, pleading for forgiveness. “I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t mean for any of this,” you didn’t mean to fall for him is what you didn’t say, he heard it even though you didn’t. “Of all the people, it had to be you,” you rested your forehead against his, he sighed, you bit your lip, if only words could describe it, if only the moment could last forever.

“Negan! Y/n!”, Carol’s voice was like a shock to the system, robbing you of your peace, forcing you right back into reality and after the gentlest, purest little kiss placed to you cheek, Negan jumped back, hands in the air in surrender as he stood up.

“In here!” he didn’t look away, gaze stuck on you, taking you in just one more time, making sure, slightly pleased with himself to see your breathing has evened out. “I’m going to change for you,” he promised and you swore your heart stopped, his hands now at the back of his head as if he was preparing to be cuffed. “I’m going to be better, baby, you deserve better,” he shook his head, agreeing with his words, his heart. “Please give me a chance to earn your heart?” you never thought you’d hear him beg, plead for you, your heart something he’s had for longer than you’d ever admit.

“You already have it,” you nearly whispered, footsteps coming closer. “You don’t have to earn it, .”

“Then give me a chance to deserve it, let me be good for you.”

Carol had her gun pointed at him as soon as she came into the room, too busy with him to even take in the dead zombies at your feet or the blood on your clothes, biased, priorities in place. Your priorities were far too different, flinching as she pointed the gun at his head while forcing his hands behind his back.

“He saved my life,” you blurted and the softness in his face was enough to give you whiplash, so different from how he’d looked at her, you were trying to make him human again, to them at least and it was almost as if he was pitying you for having to try so hard. “Carol, he saved my life.”

“I don’t care,” she bit back and your soul ached. “He’s still a monster.”

He’s not, not to you, a monster wouldn’t be kind to you, save you, a monster couldn’t make you fall in love with him. Maybe he was a monster once, maybe he’d changed, maybe he just allowed himself a little too much humanity with you and it ruined everything. You did love him despite all logical reasons, but you did also wish he’d change, not just for you, but for him too, for everyone.

There wasn’t a line he wouldn’t cross for power, maybe this line he’d cross for you, for weakness.

[svarok]

I CANNOT be fucked to finish this drawing sooo some negick !

[dilfhouse]

“Hell.” His green eyes scan Simon’s face before glancing at Dwight who was rather quiet since this morning. “Well, I mean obviously if they want my help.” He shrugs his shoulders and when no response he groaned dramatically. “Mom! Dad is being a douchebag!” He flashes smile towards Dwight before turning to Simon, “Can we stop for a slushie?”

Haha, Negan, why are you the way you are? I couldn't help but write this little gem as a warm-up! I'll try and post more here of little warm-up writings.

[grimeshound]

SCOUT’S HONOR.

word count: 2,292

pairing: rick grimes x negan smith

summary: the one where rick shows off a skill he learnt in the boy scouts, to negan’s amusement.

warnings: 18+, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, oral sex (m receiving), creampie.

a/n: finally uploading my first ao3 work onto tumblr ^_^ this takes place around season 8/9 but i physically cant put a photo of s9 rick without laughing… love him but not his best look i fear

ill most likely use tumblr mainly for casual blurbs or short ideas not long enough for fics, but i wanted to upload this to get the ball rolling. hope you enjoy!

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Time blurred in the cell. Minutes bled into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. Negan Smith, the once-feared leader of the Saviors, had been stripped of his grandeur piece by piece. Life in the Sanctuary had kept him on his feet—always something to fix, someone to intimidate, something that demanded his attention. But prison was a complete 180, he was bored out of his goddamn mind. And just when he thought he’d go crazy, like some twisted prayer had been answered, the cell door swung open.

The sheriff strode down the steps, hips swaying with a deliberate, steady rhythm that had Negan’s ears perking up at the echoed sound of booted footsteps filling the prison cell walls. Rick’s expression was closed off, unreadable as he came to a halt just beyond the bars.

“Well, well,” Negan grinned, “Looks like Christmas came early. Missed me that much, Rick?”

Rick’s deadpan expression didn’t waver. “You can’t taunt me anymore, Negan. You’ll be stuck in that cell for the rest of your life. Your days are over.”

“So, you came here to taunt me, huh?” Negan drawled, slumped against the wall with one hand clutching his chest in mock agony. “Wanted to gloat a little, feel better about yourself? And here I was thinkin’ you actually missed me, prick. I’m hurt.”

Rick sighed, the irritation building with every one of Negan’s quips. “I came because I need you. We need directions to a Savior outpost up north.”

Negan’s face lit up as he pushed himself to his feet. Though the height difference between him and Rick was barely noticeable, the space between them always felt charged, like Negan was somehow towering over him. He stepped forward, pressing himself against the steel bars, closing as much distance as the barrier would allow as he slung his arms across the bars, hand inches away from Rick’s face.

“I can finally die a happy man now, hearin’ the great Rick Grimes sayin’ those words.” Negan mimicked Rick’s drawl, his voice dropping low. “I need you.” His tone was husky, his mocking imitation sending an involuntary shiver down Rick’s spine.

Rick had managed to grow somewhat used to Negan’s childish nature, the relentless teasing never seeming to die down. Even when the older was confined in prison. It was impressive, really. Ignoring the taunt, Rick grabbed his keys, stepping inside the cell as the door creaked open. Negan’s expression turned gleeful, an amused glint in his eye.

“Finally givin’ in, huh? Knew this day would co—”

Negan’s words came to a sudden halt as Rick grabbed him by the collar, slamming him back against the cold concrete wall, pinning him there with the weight of his body. “You’re coming with us,” Rick growled, his voice low as he leaned close, the words brushing against Negan’s ear. “And you’ll lead us to that outpost.”

Negan’s eyes flicked back, catching Rick’s intense gaze as he felt a rope loop around his wrists, binding his hands securely. A smirk played on Negan’s lips as he recognized the knot. “Real kinky, Ricky. A bowline knot, huh? Takes me back. They taught me that shit in Boy Scouts, you know.”

Even restrained, Negan’s mouth kept running, his taunts flowing without fail. Rick couldn’t resist a jab back. “I find it hard to imagine you as a Boy Scout,” he remarked, adjusting the knot and squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dim cell. “Oh, I was,” Negan huffed, grinning as he felt the pull of the rope. “Bet you were a real cute Boy Scout yourself, huh? Goody two-shoes Grimes.”

Rick felt a dry chuckle slip out before he could stop it, hoping Negan hadn’t noticed. But by the way Negan’s grin widened, he knew he had. But Negan only smirked, letting his eyes roam up and down Rick’s body, defiance in his eyes.

“Ricky,” he practically purred, “you can keep playing leader all you want. But, if only your people knew. If they saw you the way I see you...”

Rick’s brow quirked despite himself, curiosity flaring before he could tamp it down. He hated it, hated the intrigue that pricked at the back of his mind, that questioning look now painted across his face. Rick didn’t need to ask however, as Negan finished his train of thought.

“Like a whore ,” Negan breathed.

Rick’s mouth went dry, his pulse thundering in his chest. His mind flashed back to every brutal fight they’d had, all the times they’d wrestled each other to the ground—Rick on top, fists swinging as Negan laughed beneath him, their faces inches apart. He’d blamed the feeling that twisted in his stomach on adrenaline, on the thrill of the fight. But now, standing here, that mask of denial crumbled. He saw it for what it truly was. Lust .

Negan’s gaze locked onto him, a knowing glint in his eyes. Hands restrained with the bowline-knot, yet he still manages to have the upper hand. He couldn’t help the arrogant smirk that crept onto his expression. “Just give in, prick. You want it just as bad as I do. Maybe even more.”

Negan pressed in, closing the scant space left between them, eyes trailing over Rick with a predatory gleam. He leaned down, pressing his nose to Rick’s neck. The sheriff’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling as he felt Negan’s warm breath grazing his skin. Slowly, Negan began tracing kisses down Rick’s neck, letting his lips press against the sheriff’s skin. Rick’s hand moved up almost involuntarily, fingers tangling into Negan’s hair, once pure jet black now streaked with strands of gray.

Despite his cocky front, Negan couldn’t hide the desperation that lingered underneath. Cooped up in his cell, starved for touch, every brush of Rick’s fingers sent sparks across his skin. He’d wanted Rick since the moment he’d seen him at the lineup; now, finally, he had him, and it felt like ecstasy.

The air around them was charged, heavy with something undeniable. Even without his signature leather jacket, replaced now by a worn, navy-blue button-up, Negan still carried that distinct scent. Woodsy, with a hint of leather— that intoxicating scent that quickly filled Rick’s senses, overriding everything else. Rick let out a shaky breath as Negan’s tongue traced his neck, letting himself sink into that heady scent.

“Negan, please… need you,” Rick stammered, voice low and breathless. Negan’s hungry gaze locked onto him, something dark and primal flaring in his eyes. “Yeah, baby? Go on, then. You can have me.” That was all Rick needed to hear. He tightened his grip on Negan’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss that was deeper, more intense than any he’d shared before. It wasn’t like any kiss he’d ever had—not with Lori, not with anyone. This was something else. Something that changed him in a way he could never come back from

Caught in their haze, Rick managed to push Negan back onto the cot, the savior’s hands still bound behind him. Negan raised an eyebrow, biting back a wolfish smirk as Rick knelt down, fumbling with his belt.

“Look at you, Rick. So damn eager .” Negan’s voice was thick with amusement.

“Will you ever shut up?” Rick shot back, cheeks flushed, realizing he was on his knees between his rival’s legs—Negan Smith, the man he’d fought so hard against, and the man he’d come to feel so much for. His hands moved down, pulling Negan’s boxers down and wrapping his hands around Negan’s cock. Rick pumped his hand a few times before lowering his mouth. The brunette quickly realized that that was easier said than done, as he couldn’t help but gag loudly, tightly gripping Negan’s thighs as a low groan escaped the man above him. He was fucking big .

“Just like that… Always such a good boy for me…” Negan moaned, chest rising and falling as Rick struggled to take it all in. Rick, always a fast learner, began bobbing his head. The obscene sounds bouncing off the walls of the cell.

“Goddamn, Rick��� suckin’ my dick like it’s what you were made to do. So good for me, huh, baby?”

Rick’s tear-filled eyes looked up at Negan, lips swollen and eyes glistening. Negan swore he could’ve cum from that sight alone. Rick, gazing up at him with that heartbreakingly sad expression, his brows knit as tears threatened to fall, brunette curls bouncing with each movement.

“Keep goin’, just like that, M’gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours…” Negan moaned. But just as he felt himself teetering over the edge, Rick pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to Negan. Precum still glistened at the tip, and Negan’s face twisted with frustration.

“Shit, this some kinda punishment? Payback for all the crap I put your group through?” Negan tilted his head, watching as Rick began unbuckling his own belt, pushing his slacks down just enough to give Negan access. “Want you inside of me,” Rick muttered, cheeks flushed as he settled on Negan’s lap, aligning himself

Negan’s smirk softened, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. The sheriff, Rick Grimes—his rival, and the man he wanted most, was now here, on his lap. Rick was an amateur, clearly, but that only made this more intimate. Negan felt a wave of pride knowing he’d be Rick’s first—and last.

Rick took a breath, sliding down onto Negan’s cock, biting his lip at the stretch. The sting was sharp and Rick’s pace was slow, easing himself to adjust to the length of it all. Negan only watched, eyes hooded with lust.

“ Ffffuck… so damn good, baby. Takin’ it like a pro,” Negan sighed, as Rick’s movements became smoother, pain slowly turning to pleasure.

“Shit, hurts like hell…” Rick groaned, his eyes squeezed shut.

Negan leaned forward, kissing Rick’s neck softly, cooing, “Doin’ so good, baby… takin’ my dick like a good boy.”

And with that, Rick’s pained groans shifted into desperate, needy moans. Wrapping his arms around Negan’s neck, he rode the older harder, both of their moans reverberating off of the cell walls. Without warning, Negan bucked his hips up, meeting Rick’s hips with his own as he bottomed out, pounding harder with each motion.

“And what would your little Alexandrians say, seein’ their fearless leader like this, huh? Gettin’ fucked senseless like a bitch in heat?” Negan taunted, lips curled into a devilish grin. “Keep this up Ricky, and I might just knock you up.”

Rick’s eyes flew open, wide with arousal and disbelief, his cheeks red as he clawed at Negan’s chest, feeling himself reaching the edge. He’d never felt so damn full in his life. The feeling of Negan pistoning in and out of him at a breakneck pace was driving Rick mad. “F-Fuck, Negan… I… wanna cum, please…”

Negan’s grin softened, his voice low and rough. “That’s it, Rick… You’re such a good boy…” He pulled him in for a soft kiss, an action that would’ve been deemed wholesome if not for the way Negan was fucking into him like a madman. “Beg me.”

Rick looked back at the taller man like he’d lost his damn mind, eyes wide. “Wh-“

“I said, fucking beg me, or I’ll leave you here. On the floor all fucked out like a cheap whore for your people to find.”

“P-Please.. Please let me, Negan- Need to cum, need you-“ Rick mewled, babbling on dumbly, feeling light-headed from the relentless pace Negan had set.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

That was all it took. Rick’s climax washed over him, his moans filling the cell. As waves of pleasure rode over him, Rick steadied himself as best he could, hands tightly grasped on Negan’s broad shoulders as he began riding Negan harder. Rick looked at him, eyes low-lidded, light-headed and dizzy from the pleasure. The sheriff managed to rasp out, voice hoarse from all the obscene noises that have been escaping past his parted lips.

“Please, Negan.. inside, cum inside me. ”

Just like that, Negan felt that familiar twist in his stomach as came inside of Rick, the hot liquid quickly filling the brunette up to the brim as tears threatened to fall from Rick’s eyes. Panting from the climax, Rick slumped against Negan’s chest, head resting on his shoulder as his breathing steadied. Negan’s hand rubbed circles on his back, soothing him. “Did so good, baby. M’impressed.”

“The… the outpost…” Rick mumbled, still dazed.

Then, realization dawned on him. Negan’s hand was on his back. And as he looked closer, he realized—Negan’s hands were free. The rope, once bound tightly in a bowline knot, lay discarded on the cot. Stumbling back, Rick’s legs wobbled as he struggled to his feet, staring at Negan.

Negan gave a cheeky grin. “Careful there. Don’t want you fallin’ over.”

“The knot… You—” Rick started, realization dawning.

Negan laughed. “Knots weren’t your strong suit in Boy Scouts, huh? Not gettin’ any badges any time soon. Don’t worry, nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

Rick glared, but he couldn’t hide the dazed look in his eyes.

Negan smirked, standing up and placing a hand on Rick’s shoulder, holding his gaze. “I’ll lead you to the outpost. On one condition—you let me out of here.” He extended his hand, and after a pause, Rick nodded, dumbfounded, too rattled to refuse.

Negan handed Rick the discarded rope, watching him with satisfaction as Rick’s mind raced. What would the Alexandrians think if they knew? What if someone had heard them? Panic flickered across his face. Luckily for Rick, Negan knows the younger man better than the back of his hand. Ripping from his thoughts, Negan leaned in, whispering into Rick’s ear.

“Relax, Rick. I won’t tattle. Scout’s honor.”

[natti-ice]

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im sorry if i make any mistakes, english isn’t my first language and i’m still learning everyday lol. i don’t currently plan on posting multiple chapter stories or anything like that because im new to writing and am mostly using this blog as fun way to get better at it.

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note: i currently only write x reader, i also only write female or gender neutral reader because i find that the easiest to write

will not write: incest, pedophilia, self harm

i will write: nsfw & sfw

characters i write for:

▸ { MUSIC } james hetfield, dave mustaine, jason newsted

▸ { STRANGER THING } jim hopper and robin buckley

▸ { THE WALKING DEAD } negan smith and daryl dixon

▸ { HORROR } dewey riley, thomas hewitt, michael myers, sinclair brothers, stu macher, billy loomis, brahms heelshire, billy lenz, carrie white, and im open to writing for more >:)

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my works:

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LOVE MADE ME CRAZY | N.S.

pairing: negan smith x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: forbidden love but that goes without saying, not very plot specific since it's been a while since I've watched it, negan isn't very canon specific either tbh

summary: falling for negan while he's still being kept in his cell in alexandria has you questioning your sanity

You had to have lost your mind, somewhere in the process of constantly hovering between life and death, you lost your mind, your sanity, your ability to reason. It was the only logical, if not sensical, reason you could find for the feelings that very unwillingly swerved around your heart, the thoughts that floated about your mind filling you with a nauseating, overwhelming conclusion. You were falling for Negan, of all people, the monster you’d run from, the person you’d labeled quite fittingly as the bogey-man, the very man you’d spent nights wishing death upon had now taken over your very being which is why you were sure, there was not a single doubt in your mind that you had surely gone mad, absolutely insane, utterly ludicrous, completely crazy, and you had not the slightest idea what to do about it.

You were just barely aware of the people sitting down at your table, the soup in your bowl the last thing on your mind as you spooned it around thoughtlessly, once again allowing yourself a brief, all but fleeting, second to think about the small and meaningless gestures that led you to your current predicament. You’d asked Michonne to place you on Negan duty, dropping in a few times a day to give him food, make sure he was still robbing the group of their Alexandrian air, and you’d been doing exactly that- but how were you to know that you’d let yourself find more in the silly meetings than you were meant to.

“You doing okay over there, Y/n?” Gabriel’s voice stole your attention, your eyes meeting his over the table as he sat down with his own bowl of watery soup, something cooked up from the last of your food resources. “Still on Negan duty?” he asked quite casually, no idea how much you dreaded the new topic of conversation. You groaned softly to yourself, hoping he’d think the frustration was due to having to be with Negan and not because you couldn’t, you pushed your bowl to the side deciding that you might as well give in and go see him instead of sitting here in your own torture.

You felt sort of awful leaving Gabriel without an explanation, not missing his confused smile when you stood up and left, following the familiar path to where Negan was held, smiling at the person keeping guard as he let you in, giving him your silent permission to leave you to yourself as you walked in to find Negan on the floor, looking up at the ceiling while reading a book you’d smuggled in for him.

“That you, doll?” he mused, knowing by the hastened footsteps and sort of relieved sigh that it was , the creak of the cell gate met with the little kick you delivered to his foot being further confirmation. “Good morning,” he breathed, accepting your hand to help him up, guiding him to sit down onto the makeshift bed with another sigh.

“Morning,” you hummed, hoping he wouldn’t point out the frown that had yet to leave your lips, not much being said when you took an illegal apple from your jersey pocket as you leaned back against the wall.

“What’s wrong?” he frowned as well, brows raised as he took you in, unsure what was the reason for your behaviour, unsure what could make you this glum even when visiting him was clearly the best part of your day- which was something he didn’t think with arrogance, it was something you’d said one night when you were too tired to realize what exactly you were saying, what you were admitting, but it felt good in the moment- felt good letting him in, even just slightly.

“Nothing,” you lied, annoyed that he was able to read you that well or rather that you were so comfortable letting him read you that well to be more specific. You didn’t realize how comfortable you were, leaning into his side, head fallen against his arm, no doubt shocking the man with the gesture.

“Is that so?” he scoffed at you, forcing you from your hiding place, rough hands acting far too gentle as he cupped your cheek to keep you in place, thumb brushing over a fresh scratch that was truly long forgotten on your behalf, at least, but it brought a new frown to Negan’s lips, forehead creasing at the sight of it. “What’s this?” he paused, knowing what you’d say before the thought even formed in your head. “I won’t accept the word “nothing” for an answer, so don’t even try,” he reprimanded, and your cheeks warmed under his touch, how very well dare he know you that well.

“I was stupid, got in the middle of a bunch of guys boosting their egos, it’s not as bad as it looks,” you promised, not sure why it was so important that he believed you, but he didn’t, of course, he didn’t.

“Looks pretty damn bad,” he noted and he’d smile at the way you melted in his touch, he’d absolutely relish in it if he weren’t on a mission. “Is that why you’re acting this way?”

“What way?” you demanded, contradicting yourself when you folded your fingers around his wrist, thumb brushing up and down the rugged skin, almost as if using him to ground you, keep you here when all you wanted was to get lost in him.

“Don’t do that,” he sighed, surprising you when he pulled you closer, robbing you of your moment of bliss where you could dwell in his intoxicating grip. “Don’t try and pull one over on me. You’re acting all strange and shit and it’s downright frightening.”

“I just needed to come to see you,” you admitted, quickly opening your eyes at the realization that you’d closed them, too caught up in him to notice how freely your body reacted to him without considering the consequences. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay, darling,” he scoffed, seeing the hesitance in your movement when you took his hand away from your face, looking down to your hands as they stayed tangled together for a minute, seeming so perfectly fitted to each other that it was sort of laughable. You knew what he was, knew what being entwined with him meant and you knew that it had to be some cruel twist of fate that you had to fall for a man who embodied everything you were against, but he made it so damn easy. “You’d tell me if it was something else, wouldn't you? If I needed to defend your honour or something, you’d let a man know before just sending the bastard in here?” he teased, beaming at the sound of your laugh as it filled the otherwise empty cell, echoing the room and sifting through his body in an electrifying, deadly way.

“You defending my honour?” you scoffed, letting your head fall back to its place, his shoulder stiffening under you briefly but melting just like you melted against him. “Didn’t think you’d allow yourself such gestures of weakness, Negan,” he hummed, wiping the apple that you’d given him against his shirt, looking out through the miniature window that laid across from him, his only view of the beauty it promised outside, or so he thought before he got to see you every day.

“Neither did I,” he agreed, shaking his head to himself, sort of disbelieving, considering his own sanity at the warmth filling his body purely from having you at his side, having you against him, close to him.

It was an unfair turn of events, torturous in its nature because how could he ever remain a man of such horrendous evil when your very presence had his soul begging to return to purity, to goodness, to what he once was but could never be. He was half annoyed that he’d spend this long letting the new reality destroy him, rebuild him into something he could not recognize yet here you were making him want to do it all over again- one thing was quite certain though, the world had gone crazy, had shifted straight off its axes and so had the two of you.

[thewritersaddictions]

Blurb: Negan Smith- Tell me

Negan had many wives, but none that he loved more then you. You were the first that he truly loved after Lucille.

It hadn’t taken long for him to fall for you. You were strong enough that you didn’t care if you were dirty from kicking ass. Actually it’s funny to Negan how he found you. Since it wasn’t like to be taking strangers off the streets.

You were dirty and so tired it was seen behind your eyes that never stopped surveying around you. You hadn’t killed any of his people, so he came and introduced himself.

That’s when he fell for you. From then on out you were placed in the highest living the closest suite near him and put in warmer clothes that hadn’t been torn by the outdoor conditions.

Now there you stood in front of him holding your protruding stomach. You couldn’t have been more then a few months along. Tops five, but he hadn’t seen you. You hadn’t told him why you didn’t want to see him. He just assumed that you were upset with him but things were happening in world and he hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to you.

So when you showed up at his door a large sweater and looser pants something felt wrong. Knocking on the door had sent shivers down your spine. You had never been this nervous about anything not since long before the zombies had come along.

“Negan?” You said, voice small and quite. He had never rushed to open his door so quickly, there you were you looked fuller, wider around the hips. He hoped that you were there to talk to him and he got more then that from you.

“Y/n, come in doll.” He said ushering you into his room. It had been months and you had forgotten how clean and comfortable his room felt, warmer then the rest of the facility. You didn’t sit but instead stood in front of him.

You remember the last time you were in here five months ago. Five months ago is what started this, you had Negan had a great night or maybe a few nights in that bed. Negan had told you he loved you that night.

The sweater clung loosely around Y/n curves and Negan was dying to know why she hadn’t said anything and been actively avoiding him.

“Why have you been avoiding me doll?” Negan asked his voice seemed softer and less tense. “I.. I need to tell you something you promise to not get mad though.” Y/n said her eyes never looking into her past lovers.

“Okay, tell me.” Negan said relaxing into the small sofa. Y/n continued to stand, “Negan, do you remember that night.” She says looking past him and towards the bed. A smirk can’t help but grow on the old features. “Yes doll I do remember, the best night of my life.” He said.

“I… we did have a great time, but something came from it Negan.” Brows were furling downwards. Negan was never stumped only when it came to her did he get like this.

The silence was killing her more than she was okay with. “Negan I’m pregnant.” She said. Her words coming out faster then she would like. Her hand coming up to cover her lips. Shock was clearly written over both of their faces.

Anger bursted out of Negan. “What the fuck Y/n! You remind me of that night and then you tell me you’re pregnant. Probably with some other man’s baby.” He said. “No… no Negan. Stop listen to me.” Y/n said her hand touching Negan. Her touch was so soft and yet strong at the same time to Negan. He forced the anger to boil a little more.

“You can kick me out but it’s yours Negan. I don’t love anyone else. I haven’t been anyone else. I found out only a couple days after that night, I didn’t know how to react. How is a baby supposed to be raised in this world now.” Y/n said tears were starting to pour as she cupped the protruding belly that laid underneath the sweater.

Negan stood up, his eyes meeting wet ones. “Mine?” Was all he said. “Yes Negan. Your baby.” She said. There another bought of silence between the two of them. She wasn’t far enough along to feel a kick but there was a connection between Negan, Y/n and there unborn child.

“I’d never kick you out, I’ll never kick you out. But I do insist that you come in here with me from now on. Have you been taking care of yourself and our baby?” He asked her. “Yeah, the doc as all my prenatal care ready for me every week” Y/n said her hand coming to lay over Negan large one.

Completed: 12/12/22

Posted: 12/12/22

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The Walking Dead:

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Stranger Things:

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🎧 | playlist roulette, 500+ follower celebration!

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🎰 -> lip gallagher, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, mikey berzatto, sydney adamu, carl grimes, negan smith.

📚 -> smut, angst, fluff etc…

just inbox a character + song and i’ll write a short fic/blurb about it! songs marked 🔥 are exclusively NSFW due to, well… the nature of the song. otherwise, feel free to suggest a genre you’d prefer, or none at all, and i’ll go with the whatever suits it best. i’ve gone with songs that give a good mix of different vibes and ideas for some variety.

artists are in alphabetical order and are from my personal playlists, you’ll find: childish gambino, doja cat, faye webster, kendrick lamar, lana del rey, nicki minaj, paramore, phoebe bridgers, tyler the creator, taylor swift…

☆ childish gambino, heartbeat: ✅

⟡ richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall, and i feel sick.

☆ childish gambino, me and your mama:

⟡ negan smith.

i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la / i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, agora hills: ✅

⟡ carmen berzatto.

somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / that’s true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, cyber sex: ✅

⟡ lip gallagher.

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

☆ faye webster, kingston:

⟡ richie jerimovich.

he said, "baby, " that's what he called me, "i love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way / it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me / but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say.

☆ kendrick lamar, father time:

⟡ carmen berzatto.

oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent / oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice / tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues.

☆ lana del rey, margaret:

⟡ lip gallagher.

alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause / 'cause when you know, you know / and when you're old, you're old / like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring.

☆ nicki minaj, anaconda:

i-i-i’m high as hell, i only took a half a pill / i’m on some dumb shit / by-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? / he can tell I ain't missing no meals.

☆ nicki minaj, pink friday girls:

lookin' for my lipgloss and my liner (liner) / lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner) / got him smilin' 'cause he know i outshine her ('shine her) / had to pop her just to remind her.

☆ paramore, thick skull:

i am a magnet for broken pieces / i am attracted to broken people / i pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding / and it looks like my fault / and it looks like i’m caught red-handed.

☆ phoebe bridgers, saviour complex:

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i’m a bad liar / with a savior complex.

☆ phoebe bridgers, waiting room:

⟡ sydney adamu.

and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together / plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better.

☆ taylor swift, love story:

⟡ lip gallagher.

that you were romeo, you were throwin' pebbles / and my daddy said, "stay away from juliet" / and I was cryin' on the staircase / beggin' you, "please don't go.”

☆ taylor swift, paper rings:

⟡ lip gallagher.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings / uh huh, that's right / darling, you're the one i want, and / i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

☆ tyler the creator, are we still friends?: ✅

⟡ mikey berzatto.

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

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and on a more serious note: thank you for all the support on my works!! this blog has been my little safespace for indulging in all my silly little thoughts, and it makes me so happy that others can appreciate what i make too.

i’m excited to explore more tv shows and movies and let my blog and writing grow along with my interests, so i hope you’ll all stick around for the ride!

nervous about finally posting this, i’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time….i wanna write every song on here, so i’m really excited about it!!! feel free to send in multiple if you want ;P

[st4rfckerz]

Run | Negan x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mdni 18+, noncon, unprotected sex, implied age gap, negan’s gross ofc, dddne

summary: after surviving another lineup, negan decides to have a little fun with you

Negan smirked as he observed all the frightened faces before him as he moved up and down the line. He'd been having problems with Rick's group for some time, and it was time to deal with it.

After attempting to fight earlier in the night, you were now exhausted, bloodied and broken. Your knees ached from staying in the same position for what felt like hours.

Negan watched as Rick completed the shocking task he had ordered, a grim smile spreading across his face. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing the once proud leader of this community brought so low. Turning away from the pitiful sight, Negan's eyes found you, kneeling amidst the crowd of terrified survivors.

Negan's grin widens, revealing a glint of cruel amusement in his eyes as he sees the fear etched into your features. He takes a step closer, the tip of his bat tapping gently under your chin to tilt your head back further.

“You know, I've got to hand it to you sweetheart, you've got somethin’. Most girls would be blubbering like babies by now, pissing themselves begging for their mama.” He leans in, hot breath washing over your face as he speaks in a low, almost tender tone that sends shivers down your spine. “But not you. No, you've got...spunk. I like that.”

Negan's free hand reaches out, calloused fingers brushing a stray curl behind your ear in an almost gentle gesture. The contrast between his rough touch and the tender action makes your heart race.

“Tell you what, sweetheart...you be a good girl and do exactly as I say. No funny business. And maybe, just maybe, you won't end up like that little shithead over there.” He jerks his head towards Rick, still trying to recover from being beat down.

Negan's eyes narrow as he points Lucille towards the dark woods behind you, a sinister glint in his gaze. “Now, I want you to get that cute little ass of yours movin'.” He takes a step back, giving you room to stand, but keeping the bat trained on you.

As you rise on shaky legs, Negan's eyes rake over your form, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “You've got a real pretty walk too. Nice and slow, sweetheart. Don't make me tell you twice.”

He points towards the tree line, indicating for you to start walking away from the group. The night is pitch black beyond the flickering light of the campfire, the sounds of the forest, the rustling of leaves, the distant hoots of owls— taking on an almost ominous quality.

After a short distance, he suddenly stops, grabbing your arm in a vice-like grip. “Here we are.” He turns to face you, his features obscured by the shadows.

“Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once. You've got exactly five minutes to run, sweetheart. Five minutes to hide. And if I find you…”

He lets the threat hang in the air, his grip on your arm tightening for a moment before he releases you with a rough shove. “Better start runnin' now, darlin'. Your time's a tickin'.”

With that, he steps back, melting into the shadows. The darkness engulfs him, but you can still feel his presence, the weight of his gaze on your back as he watches you.

Negan's voice cuts through the darkness, sharp and commanding. “Go!” At the sound of his bark, you spring into action, your legs pumping as you race through the underbrush. The trees loom over you, their gnarled branches reaching out like claws in the shadows. The air is thick with the scent of earth and decay, the dampness clinging to your skin. Behind you, the sound of Negan's footsteps fades for a moment, only to be replaced by an unsettling silence. The absence of his pursuit is almost more terrifying than the knowledge of his chase. It leaves you wondering if he's closing in on you from a different direction, lying in wait to ambush you in the darkness.

You stumble over a fallen log, your hands scraping against the rough bark as you catch yourself. The pain shoots through your palms, but you barely register it, too consumed by the fear coursing through your veins.

After allowing you a brief head start, Negan begins to leisurely walk in the direction you fled, a wicked grin spreading across his face, revealing the deep dimples that would be charming on any other man.

It's not long before you start to hear his mocking calls echoing through the dark forest, your heart clenching with dread at the sound of his voice drawing closer.

Negan's voice rings out, dripping with false cheer. “You can't hide from me, sweetheart. I'm gonna find you, no matter how far you run.” He pauses, listening for a moment. A branch snaps somewhere in the distance, and his lips curl into a smirk.

In a panic, you spot an old, abandoned truck nestled between two large oak trees, its rusted metal frame blending in with the dark foliage. Seeing an opportunity for a hiding spot, you quickly and quietly make your way towards it, your heart pounding in your ears. As you approach the truck, you notice that the driver's side door is slightly ajar. Holding your breath, you ease the door open just enough for you to slip inside, the hinges creaking softly in protest. You tumble into the cab, landing hard on the dusty, cracked leather seat.

You curl up in the tight space, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The musty smell of old upholstery and motor oil fills your nostrils as you hold your breath, listening intently for any sign of Negan's approach. Then, you hear it. The crunch of dead leaves and twigs beneath heavy boots, growing louder and closer with each passing second. He's getting closer, circling around the abandoned truck like a shark scenting blood in the water.

“You know, I thought you’d be a lot smarter,” You hold your breath as you hear his voice, squeezing your eyes shut as if that could somehow make you invisible. “But this— this is just pitiful.” Negan's footsteps stop abruptly just outside the old truck, and you hear him speak again.

“You gonna come out?” The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, your heart hammering against your ribs. He waits another beat, as if expecting an answer. When none comes, he lets out a low, dark chuckle. “No? Alright.”

With a sudden, violent motion, he swings the truck door open, the rusted metal screeching in protest. The door slams against the inside of the cab, and you flinch, pressing yourself back against the far side of the seat.

“There she is.” Negan's tall frame fills the doorway, his silhouette stark against the faint moonlight behind him. He leans in, his head cocked to the side as he peers into the dark interior of the truck cab. “Come on, don't make this difficult.” Negan's hand suddenly closes around your wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. Before you can react, he's wrenching you out of the cab, your body tumbling onto the hard-packed dirt and dead leaves below. You land hard on your back, the breath knocked out of your lungs, your head spinning from the sudden movement.

He stands over you, his head tilted to the side, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Didn't I tell you not to make this difficult, sweetheart?” He takes a step closer, his boot hovering over your chest. For a terrifying moment, you think he might stomp down, crushing the air from your lungs. But instead, he presses the sole of his boot against your collarbone, pinning you to the ground.

You can't help but let out a soft, frightened whimper as Negan's boot presses down harder on your collarbone. The pressure makes it difficult to breathe, your lungs screaming for air. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you stare up at him, your heart hammering wildly in your chest.

“Poor, stupid little girl.” His tone is mocking, dripping with false sympathy. He grinds his heel down a little harder, and you gasp, your back arching off the ground as you try to ease the pressure.

Without warning, he removes his boot from your collarbone, only to roughly grab your shoulders, flipping your body over and slamming you down onto your stomach. You let out a yelp of pain and surprise, your hands scrabbling at the dirt as you try to push yourself up. But Negan is quicker, his knee pressing down hard on your lower back, pinning you in place.

You lie there, dazed and struggling to catch your breath, you feel Negan's rough hand groping and squeezing your ass through the fabric of your pants. You try to squirm away from his touch, but his knee pressing into your back keeps you firmly in place. Without warning, his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and underwear. With a sharp tug, he yanks them down to your knees, exposing your bare skin to the chilly night air.

“I bet this pretty little pussy is just aching for a real man's touch, ain't it?” You whimper and try to clench your thighs together, but Negan just grinds his knee harder into your back, pinning you open and vulnerable. He pulls your arms behind your back, forcing your elbows to bend at an unnatural angle as he pins your hands to the small of your back. You cry out at the sudden pain, but the sound is muffled by the dirt beneath your cheek. Tears spring to your eyes as Negan leans down, his weight now fully pressing you into the cold, unforgiving ground.

You lie there helpless, your pants and underwear around your knees, Negan keeps your wrists pinned tightly behind your back with one large hand. With his other hand, he makes quick work of his belt buckle, the metal clinking loudly in the silent forest. Your eyes widen in fear and revulsion as he unbuckles his pants and shoves them down, along with his underwear, freeing his hardening cock.

“Been waitin’ to get my hands on you girly.” Negan growls. He grinds his hips forward, the head of his cock pushing against your entrance. You let out an anguished cry as Negan thrusts his hips forward, pushing your head against the cold, damp ground.

But even as you sob and beg him to stop, Negan feels your body beginning to betray you. Your once-tight, dry walls start to flutter and clench around his pistoning cock, growing slick with a reluctant, shameful arousal.

“You’re clenchin’ around me like you never want to let it go,” Negan taunts, his voice a low, dark rumble. “You're fucking loving this, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you.” you grit through your teeth. Negan just laughs, a dark, cruel sound that sends shivers down your spine. Your pleas only seem to spur him on, making him thrust into you with even more brutal force. The wet, obscene sound of your arousal fills the air as you take him, your cunt growing slicker with each passing second.

“Come onnn, don’t act like I haven’t seen the way you look at me when you think no one's watchin'," Negan sneers, his voice a low, cruel murmur in your ear as he continues his relentless assault. “You could’ve just asked.”

You cry out, your back arching as a intense, unwanted orgasm crashes over you. Your inner walls clench and spasm around Negan's pistoning shaft. He follows soon after you, hilting himself deep inside you, thick ropes of his cum paint your insides, flooding your already dripping cunt with his seed.

“Fuck, thaaat’s it.” Negan snarls, grinding his pelvis hard against your ass as he empties his heavy balls inside you. His pubic hair, matted with sweat and the combined fluids of your shared climax, presses against your sensitive skin.

After a long, humiliating moment, Negan finally pulls out, his spent cock slipping from your abused, dripping cunt with a quiet, wet plop. He takes a step back, tucking himself away and refastening his pants with casual, almost bored movements. You remain lying there on the cold ground, your legs splayed open, your pants still around your ankles. The night air feels icy on your exposed, sticky skin as the reality of what just happened sinks in. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, cutting trails through the dirt on your cheeks.

Negan looks down at your broken, used body sprawled in the dirt, a look of cruel satisfaction on his face. “I expect to see that pretty little face of yours in the morning,” he says, his tone almost conversational. With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you lying there in the dirt, half-naked, used, and utterly desecrated. The night closes in around you, the forest falling dreadfully silent once more.