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antoxsmith · 3 years ago

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Dance For Me

Warnings - Smut, Dancing, Slight Fluff

Pairings - Negan x Reader

Summary - The wives prepare a dance number for Valentine's Day. Then, Negan notices there's someone missing. And he can't have that, can he?

NEGAN MASTERLIST

You watched as the other girls danced and you tried, really tried to do the same moves that they did. Failing miserably and tripping over your feet.

When Amber gave the idea of doing a sexy dance number for Negan on Valentine's Day, you were the least amused of all of the wives. You knew you weren't good at dancing. Shit, you hated dancing if it wasn't alone in your room. So now that you had been practicing with them for some days, you were beginning to think you would be better off dead than embarrassing yourself like this in front of Negan and the others.

Tanya really did your best trying to teach you some moves, even staying longer with you after practice was over. But you just weren’t good at it. So, when the day came, you locked yourself up in one of the cells, knowing the other girls wouldn't find you there.

Upstairs, indeed, the other wives searched like crazy for you. They had all been dressing up and making each other's makeup, and then all of the sudden, there was one of them missing. They prayed Negan wouldn't notice, maybe finding it disrespectful if he did.

Once Negan came back from one of his usual trips, he walked right to his wives’ room. They said they had a surprise and he was dying to see it.

"Dear wives, daddy is home!" he announced himself as he walked in. The women had prepared it all, some red lights, a special seat for Negan and even a heart-shaped letter they had all contributed on. Negan was more than amused. He knew these last months he had been extra nice to them but he didn't expect this, not at all. He looked around curiously and sat down, leaving Lucille by his side as he waited for them. Not long after that, music started playing on the two stereos Negan had gotten for them on one of his runs.

He laughed softly, surprisingly familiar with the song. "Oh, shit" He whispered as the show started.

It wasn't too long till Negan noticed there was a certain full-of-sass girl missing. There were only five of his wives, all of them moving to the beat, looking at him sexily and even, at a moment, coming close to him and touching him here and there. Also, Amber even did a pole dance. Where the fuck did they get the pole!? He would be lying if he said he wasn't getting turned on by this, but the fact that this particular song referred to him as daddy, reminded him of which one of his wives was the kinkiest.

You.

When the dance was over he congratulated them all, obviously thanking them for the show and all the effort he knew they put into this. Frankie intended to give him a massage, and that's when he snapped.

"Where is she?" He asked, stopping everyone on their tracks.

You could hear the song blasting through the whole Sanctuary. Once you were sure you could come out, you quickly walked to your room and locked herself in there, sighing as you did. You looked at yourself on the mirror that you had hanging on the wall. For a moment you felt beautiful, all dressed up in black with a makeup style that made your lips and your eyes stand out. Even like that, you whished you had something, anything, to give to Negan.

Amber had the pole dance, Frankie had the massages, Sherry had the style and Tanya would bake the most tasteful cakes you had ever tried before.

And there you were, knowing that, if Negan noticed you weren't in the dance number, he would be angry. And there would be punishment.

You were reminded of that when the door shook open and Negan grinned to you, Lucille resting on his shoulder.

"Well, look at who is alive and well!" He said as he walked in. He looked at your legs, going up your body and noticing you were upset when he saw your sad eyes. He left Lucille by the door as he closed it and walked towards you, softly placing his hand on your chin and making you look up to his eyes. "What's going on inside that pretty head of yours, doll?" He asked, truly concerned.

"Nothing..." You trailed off. "I am sorry" You whispered.

Negan let out a whistle and looked at you for a moment, his expression changing to dominance as his jaw clenched.

"Care to explain why you weren't there with the others?" He said. "Were you busy giving some other fucker a lap dance?"

"No!" You quickly said. "No, I wasn't, Negan." You stopped and looked down. "I was hiding."

His eyebrows snapped up and he let go on your chin, now sitting down on your bed with a sigh and patting his lap. "Come here." He said, gently. Hesitatingly, you did as he said and sat down on his lap, his arms going around your waist and holding you there. "Now tell me, baby, why in the world were you hiding?"

You sighed, too embarrassed to talk clearly. "I can't dance." You said in a little inaudible whisper.

"Speak up, baby girl. You know I don't like when you babble." He said, moving a strand of your hair out of your face and placing it behind your ear.

"I can't dance" You repeated, louder this time. You were looking down to his chest, too scared to look at his eyes.

And then, you heard his laugh.

"What?" Negan asked as he laughed. "Oh, please. Doll, I've seen you dance before. I strongly disagree on what you just stated."

Your eyebrows tensed in confusion. "What? You haven't seen me dance. I don't!"

"Yes, you do. When you are alone, or at least think you are." He commented, making your blush roughly as you looked up to his eyes again. "There you are." He chuckled, grinning and caressing your thighs over his lap. "Now, baby, I know you might be a little shy. But dancing? Hell, you are very fucking good at it."

You shrugged softly and looked down. You still thought the opposite.

"But still, today is Valentine's Day, and there's only one of my wives who hasn't given me anything" he said, making your look up to him again.

Oh, no, not that look.

"Get ready, baby girl, because you are dancing to me."

You stood up from his legs and looked for excuses. "B-But I don't have any music!"

"Already took care of that." He said, snapping his fingers. Fat Joey came in with a radio and placed it on the floor next to Negan, then excusing himself and walking out. Not once looking up to your, knowing Negan would smash his skull in if he did. Then, Negan pressed play.

He looked at you, his eyes almost consuming you. You felt his gaze burning your skin as you awkwardly stood there, not moving a muscle.

"Dance. To. Me." he ordered in a tone that let you know that he wouldn't repeat himself. You swallowed hard and nodded slowly. In sync with the song, you slowly started swinging your hips. You were scared he wouldn't like it, but you knew you had to have confidence in order to do your best.

Look what you're doing, look what you've done.

You moved your hands up your body, making him follow your fingers. Your movements slowly grew stronger, your confidence blooming as his eyes narrowed with desire every now and then, biting his lip as you pressed your skin with your fingers. You bit and kneeled on the hard floor, slowly crawling to his lap, making sure to press your breasts together.

When you were right in front of him your hands roamed slowly up his legs, clumsily caressing his lap way too close to his crotch. You smiled softly to him as you stood up again, opening up your blouse and letting him see your black laced brassiere. "Shit" He whispered, clearly amused as you moved slowly, turning around and almost sitting on his lap but not making contact yet, letting him see the panorama. You were getting turned on too, for the first time feeling sexy, feeling like a goddess for the way he was looking at you.

Then, you turned around again and, in sync with the music, sat down on his lap, one of your legs on each side, feeling his hard cock through the fabric. Not breaking eye contact, you pressed him down on the bed until he was laying down under you. You circled your hips, feeling him hardening as you did, his hot hands caressing your thighs. You felt your insides tightening around nothing, yearning for him already; but you really wanted to put up a show for him.

Then, you gave his neck slow little kisses and made your way to his ear, just then whispering to the lyrics: "daddy, it's yours", making him groan loudly as his hands held your ass and pressed you down to seek more friction.

But you weren't having it. You got up, smiling down to him and continuing to do your little dance, enjoying the look of ultimate desire and frustration on his face. You took your little shorts off, giving him a good sight of your ass and teasing him with it, still swinging your hips to the music. Then, your hands went to your back, taking off your brassiere and letting him see your breasts.

It wasn't long till Negan grew impatient and got up, almost yanking you into a rough kiss. You moaned softly, letting yourself go as his warm lips devoured yours, his strong arms holding your naked body against his. You felt his hands squeezing your ass and he picked you up, then took you to the bed, laying you there delicately and taking off his jacket and shirt quickly. "You…" he said as he did the same with his pants and underwear. "…are about to get so fucked"

You smiled proud to him and bit your lip as you looked at his body. Then, he took your panties off, licking his lips as he finally saw you completely naked again. You could still hear the muffled music in the distance, but your senses only wanted to feel and hear Negan.

He laid on top of you, his hard-on grinding against you, sending little waves of pleasure to your hips. He kissed your neck, panting, making you groan and tighten your legs around his hips. In between little gasps, you said: "Daddy, can I ride your cock?"

That question and the way you said it almost made Negan cum right there. "Of course, baby girl" he said in a husk, flipping you over.

He helped you and placed himself in your wet entrance. Then, you were slowly going down, taking him inside of you with a tiny moan; when he groaned: "Sorry, baby, but daddy needs your sweet little pussy."

And with that, he snapped his hips up, filling you to the hilt and making cry out loudly. "Fuck, daddy!" You cried in some pain mixed with pleasure as he groaned, feeling your walls so tight, wet and hot around him, welcoming him like he had never felt before.

After a few seconds you started moving up and down, making you both pant, looking at each other in an eye contact that only screamed how much you both wanted it. His hands held your hips, helping you move as he felt like he was in heaven, your muscles so sexily shaking and your breasts bouncing lightly. “You look so beautiful like that, baby. So fucking beautiful taking my cock.” He groaned.

You leaned down, your hands on each side of the bed as you moved your hips and fucked yourself onto him, hard and fast enough to keep him on the age of madness. He used that position and kissed your neck, your chest, and last but not least, he took one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Oh, G-God!" You moaned as he snapped his hips at the same time and fucked you merciless. "Negan!" You cried his name, your legs attempting to close.

He groaned and flipped you over again, grabbing a hold of your hips hard enough to leave bruises, and fucking you hard and fast, the sound of your skin slapping turning you both even more.

"It's daddy for you, baby" He groaned as you arched your back and begged for more, your breasts pressing against his chest. "You like how daddy fucks you? You like how I make you mine?" He asked, panting eagerly and kissing your jaw. You cried, your hips moving as well, the sinful wet sounds making you tremble. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"You've been a bad girl, baby. Teasing daddy like that?" He asked, stopping his movements as his right hand moved to your neck and pressed just enough to let you breath slightly. "Not cool, darling" He whispered as he leaned down to kiss you roughly. You kissed him back, chocking in your own little moans, your hips swinging, pleading him to keep on fucking you. He continued kissing you, both your tongues grazing each other as he started moving hard again, drinking away all your moans.

You tried to mumble something as he broke the kiss, but you couldn't formulate words, your eyes shutting hard every time he panted your name.

He noticed your walls started to tighten, making him groan as he fucked you harder. "You can't cum till daddy says you can, baby" He whispered warningly into your ear. You were about to nod, but his hands left your neck and moved down to circle your clit, making your cry out his name.

"Please, daddy! Please!" You cried as your hips moved uncontrollably. "I'll be a good girl!"

"Will you?" He asked, hand moving faster on you. "Will you dance for daddy again when he tells you to?"

"Yes! Yes, I will!" You cried, doing your best not to cum. "Negan, please!"

"Cum, baby girl. Cry out my name." He ordered and you certainly obeyed, your eyes full of tears of pleasure as you came hard and screamed his name like you never had before, the muffled music in the distance making your timid moans grow into eager screams.

He kept on fucking you hard, his hips touching your thighs as he filled you up in a final, hard thrust. It was only matter of seconds for him to cum inside of you, groaning and moaning your name as well as some incoherent words. You could only see white as you came down from your orgasm.

Once he came down from his high, he slipped out of your body and looked down at your entrance, licking his lips as his white-sticky seed came out of you. He loved that sight. "Fucking hell, doll" he said as he climbed up your body again and kissed you full of passion.

"Do you really think I am a good dancer?" You asked when you separated. He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

"Yes, baby girl. You just proved that point to us both." He smiled down to you. "Don't you ever feel like you are less than them. You are amazing, in your own, lovely and marvelous way. Amazing."

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ficsforfundota · 3 years ago

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Highschool AU - Alpha!Rick x Omega!Daryl x Alpha!Negan Be Ours

When Daryl scented the two alphas he began to panic, he went to grab for his trusty pocket knife that he usually kept in his pack pocket thinking he was about to be jumped by two of the schools jocks. He cursed not finding it and turned to see Negan Smith the star football player a senior and Rick Grimes the track star a junior. The sophomore Omega pressed himself against the lockers praying he wasn’t going to get attacked.

“Hey Daryl,” Rick said a smile in his bright blue eyes, “how are you?”

Daryl scented like fear and the two alphas looked between one another and realized he was scared of them.

“Oh Daryl we aren’t going to hurt you.” The senior promised. Daryl slowly relaxed, he pulled his sleeve down more hiding a fresh bruise from his father.

“I don’t know what he’s doing here but I wanted to ask you to the valentines dance.” Rick said with a smirk, his curled hair bouncing.

“Well I was doing the same thing damn you.” Negan replied to the fellow alpha.

Daryl shook confused. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.” Daryl hissed turning to rifle through his backpack. “Ha ha.” He fake laughed.

The two alphas eyes softened. “Daryl I’m being serious, I don’t know about this big oaf but I am.” Rick promised pulling something from his backpack.

It was a card, and a gift card to the only place anyone knew Daryl hung around, the motorcycle shop. Daryl furrowed his brow in surprise.

Be my date to the dance - RG

Daryl looked back up at the alpha male. “You didn’t have to do that..” the young omega said confused. If they knew the truth about him they wouldn’t want him.

Negan glared at his friend and pulled out a box of chocolates. “Well I guess I have competition.”

Daryl held the items in his hand starring both the alphas up and down. “Really? You both are being serious…why?”

The junior and senior looked over the sweet omega sophomore. “Well I just uhm find you interesting, and have been waiting to ask you for a while.” Rick said with a smile.

“I’ve been feeling the same way. That scent of yours is strong..no one else reacts the way I do to it though. I think that means something.” Negan replied.

Daryl side stepped uncomfortably but blushed a bit. “Well I won’t be able to go to the dance anyway..but thank you..”

Both alphas lowered their eyes to his wrists as he rubbed his arm unsure of what to say the shirt riding up some. He noticed their looks and pulled the sleeve down quickly. “Why not?” Negan asked.

“Can’t afford a ticket..and my dad wouldn’t let me go.”

“I’d buy your ticket if we went together.” Rick offered.

“So would I.” Negan replied puffing his chest out.

“Still my dad..”

“Why not?”

Daryl lowered his head, his shaggy hair covering his eyes. “Just not something he would let me do..plus I’m an omega..the fact he lets me go to school is because the cops kept coming around and he didn’t like it.”

“Daryl,” Rick mumbled, “he doesn’t have to know you went to a dance.”

Daryl thought about that, maybe he could get out for a little to enjoy the night then sneak home. Or do what his brother does and just not come home. “I..yeh you’re right…but now I..who am I supposed to say yes too?”

The two alphas looked between one another. Negan stepped forward causing Daryl to press back against the lockers, Negan stepped back and Rick smirked. “Either one of us.”

Daryl looked between the two unsure of what to say. “I..I don’t know…”

The two smirked. “Well then we will just have to win you over won’t we?” The elder alpha said.

“Win me over?”

“Compete for you.”

Daryl’s face grew hot and red. “Oh..oh..alright.. if you think I’m worth all that trouble. I don’t..I don’t think you should put so much effort into me…”

The two alphas smiled a bit at him. “We do.”

Daryl hid his face again, a red blush covering him. “Well..I..okay.”

The next morning at school Daryl opened his locker to a letter. “Morning, I have breakfast for you waiting at my locker - Rick.”

Daryl smiled and headed off towards the juniors locker hall and followed the scent of Rick. As he entered the hall a few people watched him with interest. There were whispers as well, he kept his head down.

Male omega.

That’s why everyone looked at him. Hardly any omega was male, and he was different. He was part of the one percent, the one percent of omega males that had a working womb. No one knew it but himself, hid dad, and brother.

He made his way to Rick’s locker, Rick smiled seeing the omega had actually came. “Breakfast.” The alpha said with a big smile on his face. Daryl was handed a brown paper bag.

A breakfast sandwich, granola bar, and an apple with an orange juice bottle.

“You didn’t have to.” Daryl said hiding his excitement. He was starving, the last thing he ate was the chocolates from Negan, before that he couldn’t remember. He didn’t have money for school lunch and if he tried to eat at home we’ll. He’d get more bruises or a lash.

“Wanted to,” the alpha male smiled watching Daryl dig into the breakfast sandwich like it was the best thing since sliced toast.

“Phanks.” Daryl managed with a gulp. Rick smirked, a few people were watching.

Was Rick Grimes courting little omega Daryl Dixon?

That was when Negan appeared from the other end of the hall. A few people scattered, while he was a giant teddy bear in usual terms the big alpha male and star football player was intimidating to many.

“Thought I smelt ya down here.” Daryl blushed hiding his interest in them both. “Thought I’d offer my table for lunch.” The alpha smiled big, the star football players table?

That was huge, that meant he might not be picked on for a few days at least.

Those who stuck around realized both alphas were courting the omega.

“Sure,” Daryl smiled, “I can sit with you.”

Negan nodded, the school bell rang and everyone headed to their classes. The clock ticking felt like it was taking forever. Rick smiled watching Daryl from the corner of his eye, they had the class before lunch together.

It was study hall, just doing whatever paper they had to finish or reading. Daryl was scribbling frustrated about the math he was doing. He didn’t have a formal elementary or junior high life, his father hadn’t let him attend often and kept him home during any heat. Now he was full time, omegas had special rooms during heats at their high-school and everyone knew if they didn’t see someone with that placement for a week they were in their cycle.

Rick watched as he broke the pencil lead and mumbled something under his breath as he snapped it in half rendering it useless.

Daryl was different then most omegas anyone had met. He was volatile and wasn’t as kind as the others, he was highly standoffish and didn’t spend as much time with the other omegas as omegas often did. He was jumpy but with good reason, must people knew about the Dixon family.

Merle Dixon a drop out 24 year old with a drug problem and multiple assault records was town talk. Their father was a drunk, and even with Daryl’s sweet scent most often you could smile alcohol on him.

While Daryl wasn’t on any records, and he wasn’t often the one to initiate a fight he was terrified anyone with an alpha placement like his father or brother was out to get him. He’d get called names by some but most people left him alone.

Rick offered Daryl a pencil, the omega grinned and mouth a thank you as he went back to the swirling numbers and annoying equations.

The scent of confusion wafted off of him, his scent and emotions had always been stronger then most and hardly anyone knew why.

As the bell for lunch rang Daryl offered Rick his pencil back but the alpha insisted he should keep it. Daryl smiled and placed it in his bag.

“Can I at least walk you to the cafeteria?” Rick asked.

“S..sure.”

Rick smiled big walking the omega down the hall, everyone had noticed the two alphas courting the omega. It was school talk now.

Nothing was bigger news then that the omega being courted by the schools two most popular alphas.

Rick headed out to his track buddies sitting with Shane. “So you and that omega.” He wiggled his eyebrow.

“He isn’t a knot and run. I’m honestly perusing this.” Rick replied watching Shane make a crude hand motion.

“Really, the Dixon kid.” A feminine voice said sitting beside them. “He’s just a male omega, didn’t you want a family?”

“Something about him makes me not really care.” Rick said back to Lori. She was a beta, but she acted as if she could offer more. There was a chance she could, some betas were capable of bringing a pup into the world from an alpha but it was a slim chance.

Lori and Shane snickered as they watched the alpha eye the omega from across the room. Negan was sitting at the table with Dwight and Simon both seniors and members of the football team.

Daryl was hesitant to sit at first but Negan’s kind smile changed his mind. He pulled the sack from breakfast that Rick had given him. He pulled out the apple and granola bar.

“Isn’t that what Rick gave you this morning?” Negan asked.

“Uh yeah.”

“You don’t have a lunch?”

“This is lunch.” Daryl replied biting into the apple.

“So you didn’t have lunch until he brought you breakfast?”

“Technically.” Daryl replied taking another bite of the apple. Negan and the boys looked him over, Negan handed him a roll off his plate that he happily accepted.

“What’s that?” Dwight asked as the omega reached for it.

Daryl eyed him and realized his shirt had ridden up. He panicked, his scent thick, he got up quickly and raced off towards the bathroom.

“Good going Dwight.” Negan snarled smacking him upside the head. He got up to follow.

Rick watched Daryl barrel past him Negan in tow. Rick stood and raced after them, Daryl was trying not to cry as he headed into the bathroom locking himself in a stall.

“Hey Daryl. What’s going on? You can talk to us.” Rick called.

“Yeh, maybe instead of us fighting over you..we can share you.”

Daryl opened the door slowly. “Share me?” The boy questioned confused.

“We both can date you.” Negan suggested. “Like both take you to the dance, both take you out, both court you. Then when we get older you can uhm decide who you’d want to mate with you.”

Daryl looked at them dumbfounded. “You want me for a long term relationship?”

“Yes.” Rick and Negan said at the same time.

“No, you don’t. My home life is shit, my brother is always in and out of jail..and I’m not a normal omega!”

The two looked at one another. “Not a normal omega?”

“I can have pups..you don’t want me…”

Rick and Negan smiled wide. “You can really?!” Rick asked eagerly.

“That’s amazing Daryl!” Negan grinned big. “Even more reason to keep you for ourselves.”

Daryl blushed. “Oh….I wasn’t expecting that.”

“We both like you.”

“Some omegas have two mates ya know..” Daryl said eyeing them both. “Maybe we could try that?”

The two smirked. “Even into adulthood?” Negan asked.

“Yes..” Daryl replied sheepishly. “If you’re willing to deal with me for that long.” The alphas nodded smiling big.

“So we will both see you at the dance then?”

Daryl nodded inside of what to say, Negan and Rick looked at one another and then smiled. They each kissed one of Daryl’s cheeks. Daryl flushed turning a deep red.

“Yes..yeah..okay.” He smiled big excited for the dance.

He was thankful his father was out of town on a bender on the night of the dance. He appeared at the dance dressed the best he could be with what he had. A simple button up and jeans, he made sure to hide his bruises as he walked in.

Everyone watched him as he walked in, Negan and Rick raced to him smiling. “You look great!” Rick said enthusiastically.

“Very handsome Daryl.” Negan replied.

The two went back and forth dancing with Daryl, slow dances and even fun dances. Daryl actually was having a good time. He was happy to have people he could turn to. He was even more excited to be courted and go on dates with the two alphas.

He was their prize, and while they agreed to share the omega they both were falling for they were still going to compete for his praise and attention.

Daryl Dixon was theirs, and they wouldn’t let anyone else have him. Except for maybe each other.

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jasons-exposedspine · 4 years ago

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Prompt list

hey guys so my best friend and i made a long ass prompt list. the rules are that you can only pick a limit of five prompts and send them to me with a ship and OC of mine. like for example Reagan and Negan or Clem and Cas or Destiel or Willow and sam or Laylahni and Dean. i only write for supernatural and the walking dead. so get as creative as you want but i know no one will read this post so if you are reading this please send in a request i am really fucking desperate.

1: Hand holding

2: Hair playing

3: Lap sitting

4: “Friends”

5: Tickling

6: Dancing

7: Cuddling

8: Hugging

9: Character death

10: Resurrection

11: Date

12: Valentines Day

13: Admitting their feelings

14: Piggy back ride

15: Swimming

16: Teleporting to a different place

17: Carrying the other

18: Sad

19: Comforting them

20: Making out

21: Pulling down by tie, bandana, etc and kissing them

22: Being protective

23: Dying for the other; sacrifice

24: Getting drunk

25: Snuggling

26: Wrapping their arms around the other from behind

27: Cheek kissing

28: Forehead kissing

29: First experience in the love department

30: Yelling at them for not being more careful

31: Showering/bathing together

32: Picnic

33: Cooking

34: Licking food off the other

35: Going on a hunt/run together.

36: Tracing their face

37: Wearing the other’s clothes

38: Braiding their hair

39: Teaching them about feelings

40: Teaching them other things (wink wink)

41: Argument

42: Comforting them after an anxiety/panic attack

43: making them happy when they are down

44: Calming them/sleeping with them after a nightmare

45: Putting their head on the other’s shoulder

46: Treating an injury/kissing their boo boos better

47: Food fight

48: Forehead touching

49: Nose touching

50: Guess who

51: Chin resting on top of head

52: Sleeping on the others’ chest

53: Intense eye contact

54: Being caught staring

55: Playing with their hands

56: Telling them what’s wrong

57: They have to leave to keep them safe

58: Break up

59: Getting back together

60: Pregnancy

61: Miscarriage

62: Normal Birth

63: Marriage

64: Fixing their clothes/hair

65: Driving together in a car

66: In the backseat (wink wink)

67: Snuggling In the backseat

68: Resting their hand on the other’s thigh

69: Sex

70: Watching movies together

71: Cinema

72: Height Difference

73: Annoying each other

74: Stargazing

75. Waking up to them

76. Shelter from the rain

77: ice cream

78: being rescued/saved

79: listening to music together

80: texting

81: falling asleep on the other

82: accidentally kiss

83: being badass together

84: lOsT iN tHe wOoDs!!

85: camping

86: spooning

87: huddling for warmth

88: first kiss

89: first meet

90: one looking schmexy and the other being attracted

91: lip biting

92: wearing the other’s accessories; glasses, jacket, tie, hat, etc.

93: annoying them at work/while they are trying to work

94: making stupid videos together

95: keeping their relationship a secret from other people

96: nearly revealing their relationship in front of other people

97: coming out (if it’s gay)

98: playing with a pet (if they have one). (if they don’t, some other animal)

99: They are forced to be enemies even though they love each other. This could be in a war or sided scenario. Usually a forbidden love. They could also be together in secret. Take Romeo and Juliet for example.

100: corona edition - quarantining together

101: luxurious holiday

102: stuck somewhere together, whether that be locked in a room or lost somewhere, etc.

103: beach

104: watching the other sleep/sneak up on them sleeping

105: backstory

106: childhood friends

107: au

108: crossover

109: SIMPing over them

110: love triangle

111: third wheel

112: having a dream about the other person

113: unbuttoning the other person’s shirt/taking the other person’s clothes off

114: hotel

115: board games/video games

116: chucking paint at each other

117: cheating

118: being annoying and stopping the other person from walking by sitting on their feet and holding onto their legs

119: secret admirer/love letters

120: making hearts with their hands

121: taking selfies

122: singing/playing a song for them

123: Falling asleep on them on a bus, train, plane, etc.

124: Growing old together

125: Widowed

126: Arranged marriage

127: Forbidden love

128: Sitting over the other’s dead body

129: being walked in on doing you know what

130: family’s reaction to the relationship

131: Living together

132: Having a family

133: Senpai/notice me senpai!

134: crush

135: showing off for their crush

136: rejection

137: first date (awkward)

138: first date (normal)

139: painting on each other (for a date night)

140: flirting

141: cringey pickup line

142: Pinning them against a wall

143: sneaking in bed with them when they’re asleep

144: laughing really hard together

145: Under the other’s wings

146: underwater kissing

147: accidentally fall on each other

148: only one bed

149: kissing their neck

150: being awkward around their crush

151: Rich couple

152: Playing in the rain

153: Summer

154: Autumn

155: Winter

156: Spring

157: Walk in the park

158: walking them home

159: Other people/characters also shipping them

160: The cute neighbour

161: putting their hand under the other person’s shirt

162: telling them a story/bedtime story. (If they have a child, that makes it even better!)

163: needy

164: clingy

165: intimate

166: touchy/fondling

167: putting their leg on the other person’s leg when sleeping

168: accidentally falling off the edge of the bed/accidentally pushing the other person off the edge of the bed

167: blanket hogging

168: freezing when they see their crush

169: running away/fleeing when they see their crush

170: surprising/scaring them

171: snow

172: watching fireworks

173: comforting them during a storm

174: divorce

175: homosexual (gay, lesbian, etc.)

176: heterosexual (straight)

177: poly (3+ people)

178: one of them getting an award or something and the other cheering them on and embarrassing them

179: somehow ending up with someone who is way out of their league

180: travelling together

181: weekend of romance

182: act like they hate them but they actually like them, switch between emotions frequently (tsundere)

183: will kill or harm others for their senpai (yandere)

184: ignoring the other person

185: one not messaging the other back

186: pash

187: enemies to lovers

188: friends to lovers

189: watching the other undress

190: soulmates

191: phone call

192: prom/dance

193: highschool

194: riding on bikes (usually as kids)

195: proposal

196: teasing the other

197: watching the sunset/sunrise

198: morning jog/walk

199: waking up but they’re not there

200: waking up to the other one making breakfast

201: sneaking into their house in the middle of the night

202: partners in crime

203: ex lovers

204: crushing on friend’s sibling

205: letting them stay the night

206: accidentally in love

207: coffee shop au

208: when their parents aren’t home...

209: sitting next to them with their arm around the their waist

210: telling secrets

211: fireplace

212: sitting on the floor

213: study buddies

214: flying

215: sitting on the porch

216: see the other naked for the first time

217: double date

218: their crush is upper class but they are lower class or vice versa. eg. rich vs poor, popular vs unpopular, higher social status vs lower social status.

219: One is mature and the other is childish

220: 2 brain cells/both idiots

221: lipstick stains

222: helping the other up

223: Deep conversation

224: meet at a bar/club/pub

225: asking them out

226: being teased by their friend(s) about their crush

227: telling their friend(s) about their crush

228: mistletoe

229: virgin/losing virginity

230: screaming into their chest

231: hand brushing against the other’s

232: soulmates walking past each other in public not yet knowing the other person but still getting some sort of gut feeling.

233: asking if they’re ok

234: handsome stranger

235: a description of the character’s features

236: their scent lingering

237: arriving at their doorstep

238: sleeping on the couch

239: hot night

240: cold night

241: sweaty

242: missing the other person

243: seeing them depart/saying their goodbyes (usually if they’re leaving for a trip for a while)

244: seeing them again for the first time (usually after they arrive back after a trip after not seeing them for a while)

245: looking back after departing

246: not even knowing their name/don’t remember them properly (usually falling in love with a stranger)

247: I kissed a girl (gay)

248: I kissed a boy (gay)

249: the person they like isn’t gay

250: husband energy

251: mum and dad energy

252: wife energy

253: liking a bad boy

254: liking a more mature boy

255: diving off cliffs/waterfalls

256: Comforting the other one when they’re scared

257: hushing them to sleep

258: singing them a lullaby

259: adopting

260: surrogate

261: painting their nails, pamper treatment, etc.

262: posing for photos

263: eating spaghetti together (Lady and the Tramp style)

264: being protective when someone starts SIMPing over their lover

265: holding them tight

266: swears they saw their ex in public but it wasn’t them...

267: sleepover

268: flirtatious bartender

269: helping them

270: stumbling over their words

271: walking in on them showering

272: looking them up and down/checking them out

273: being competitive/friendly rivals dynamic

274: meeting them through social media first

275: tinder/online dating

276: daydreaming about the other person

277: one of them is sick/in hospital

278: doing something embarrassing in front of their crush

279: horseback riding

280: hammock

281: boat

282: taking them to and showing them a place that is special to them

283: dirty jokes

284: making them laugh

285: getting into a fight with each other

286: protecting the other in a fight/from getting into a fight

287: masquerade ball

288: love spell/something or someone casting love spells on people aka Cupid

289: he/she loves me, he/she loves me not...

290: whispering in their ear

291: sitting on top of the car in a field

292: if a character wears some sort of mask/something that covers their mouth/face make the other character pull down/lift it up to kiss them

293: give each other pet names (baby, babe, honey, etc) (be as creative as you want)

294: biting the other’s lip when kissing

295: buying the other flowers/a gift

296: road trip

297: friendzoning

298: Gender Bend

299: saying “I love you” for the first time

300: toxic relationship (physical abuse, mental abuse, cheating constantly, don't love them anymore) be as creative as you want.

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 6 years ago

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Cupid’s Mark

Dean x Reader

A/N: This is for @spnfanficpond @mrswhozeewhatsis Galentine’s Day Exchange! I got to write this for @purpleskiesandcherrypies <3 Hope you enjoy it!!

Summary: Dean Winchester literally bumped into the girl of his dreams, but just as Cupid shot his arrow at them, the girl moved. Now, on February 14th, he’s got another chance to make these two crazy kids fall in love.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Oral (giving and receiving), unprotected sex, Impala sex, 18+ (please respect this age request!)

Word Count: 5.6K

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“Aw, come on, really?” Cupid moaned and looked at the ledger again. “Dean Winchester? I’ve tried… I really have! But—but he’s so stubborn!”

Cupid pouted and sighed to Heaven. “How am I supposed to get him to actually follow his heart?” Shaking his head, he thought long and hard. Finally, he realized that the only way to get close enough was to infiltrate Dean’s favorite establishment. Lucky for him, there were several other matches he needed to make there. He took his orders that came straight from upstairs, made the arrangements and went about scoping out the local bar in Lebanon where he was going to have to nudge Dean Winchester’s true soulmate to start working at.

Finding Dan’s bar was a stroke of luck. It was Dean’s favorite place to go to after returning from a hunt or just a good place to kick back and have a beer when Sam was grating on his nerves. The best part was, it wasn’t too far from home.

Right around the middle of January, he noticed a new face on staff. She was only there a few nights a week, but she was cute and easily caught Dean’s eye. From the shadows, Cupid saw his chance, and took aim, hitting Dean Winchester squarely in the heart. The girl, however, bobbed and weaved at the last second, untouched by the arrow. Cupid watched in horror as she gave Dean a sweet smile but kept on moving.

Oh, fiddlesticks! Cupid wailed internally, wringing his proverbial hands over what to do…

Dean was writhing in his sleep again. The dream came, as it normally did, and he was helpless to stop it. It was almost every night now, and it was getting tiresome. Dean wasn’t sleeping, his waking thoughts were consumed, and when he did manage to close his eyes and rest his brain, it plagued him with dreams that he rather not experience any more.

For nearly three weeks straight, he had the same thoughts, day in and day out, and they were worse than the normal horror show that erupted in his head. These were not the day and night dreams of a man who had been to Hell, fought monsters and dealt with the Devil himself. These were thoughts of a man in love. For Dean Winchester, that was even scarier.

It had started innocently enough. A simple stop at his favorite bar in town had put her directly in his path. Dean had done nothing more than accidentally brush against her shoulder while she was carrying a try of drinks to a table. When they had briefly collided, she gracefully kept the tray’s balance, turned at him to wink and said, “Sorry, sugar. Didn’t see ya there.”

Dean had been momentarily left incapacitated by her simple action. Sure, she was beautiful—he’d seen more than his share of beautiful women—but this woman was an angel. A REAL angel; not one of the dickless wonders he was used to dealing with.

He stood, dumbfounded, as she walked away from him, her hips swaying with purpose as she delivered her table’s order. It took a minute or two of Sam tugging on his shirt to get his attention because she had all of it. Finally, Dean acknowledged his brother, nodding emphatically at whatever he was saying, and allowed himself to be pulled from the bar when their six-packs had been packaged up to go.

Since then, the girl had firmly taken root in his mind. He found himself going back to that bar to grab a drink, or pick up a bottle of whatever, just so he could see her. The next night, the dreams started. It wasn’t just a sex dream either, it was a full-on Dean Winchester patented fantasy special; lacey lingerie, handcuffs, whipped cream, a riding crop and multiple orgasms followed by… cuddling and declarations of love. When he woke, he was beyond thankful that he was in his own room at the bunker. Waking up with that big of a hardon in a motel room with his brother would have defined the word awkward.

When he saw her again after that, any chance of talking to her went out the window. Dean Winchester, Ladies Man and Deadly Hunter, became a bumbling fool. From then on, he would find himself hesitating outside of her bar, afraid to see her face to face, unsure if he would be able to hide this crazy, intense affection and attraction he had for her.

Three weeks since they bumped shoulders. Three weeks since he had been unable to make it happen with any other women; but not for the lack of trying. He didn’t even know the woman’s name, but any other woman he tried to spend an evening with was ruined by the image of this unknown waitress who dominated him in all sorts of ways.

February 14th

Normally that meant Dean’s favorite holiday, Valentine’s Day. This year, he kicked off the fourteenth with a book of Celtic Mythology at the table in the library, trying to concentrate on the text in front of him.

“Happy Unattached Drifter Christmas,” Sam teased as he joined Dean at the table, dropping his books with a ‘thud’ startling his brother to look up.

“Jesus,” Dean moaned and looked up accusingly. “Give a guy a heart attack why don’t you. I’m getting old, you know. My heart can’t take that crap.”

Sam rolled his eyes and flipped open his book. “Find anything?” he motioned towards Deans text with his chin.

“Nah, just a bunch of stuff we already know. You?”

“Not yet. We’ve about exhausted our end. I’ll make a few calls, see what I can dig up. You outta here soon?”

“To where?” Dean asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Sam snorted a laugh. “Uh, to find some poor woman to torture for a night?”

“Bite me, alright? Women love me.”

“Mhm, that’s why you’ve been a grumpy bastard, right? Cause all those girls you’ve been seeing…. Ohhhh right. There haven’t been any.”

“I hate you.”

“Seriously, Dean. Just go to the damn bar and ask her out. Three weeks of this has been enough.”

“Three weeks, it hasn’t been thre—” Dean stopped and did some calculations in his head before speaking again. “Three weeks, four days and about five hours…”

Sam raised his expression, his jaw slacked open in disbelief. “You’re right. It hasn’t been three weeks, it’s been longer!” he shook his head, the smile only growing and deepening his dimples. “I’ve never seen you like this over a girl you haven’t even talked to.”

“I’ve talked to her!” he said, then relented and changed his answer. “Kinda.”

“Dude, you turn into Porky Pig when you get around her,” Sam teased and mocked Dean in his best Porky impression. “We-we-we-well, hi there! Ai-ai-ain’t you pr-pr-pretty!”

“I really, really, hate you,” Dean admonished, standing up from the table. “You know what? Fine. I’m going over there, and I’m going to ask her out. Happy?”

Sam nodded. “Yes. If it gets you out of this weird funk you’ve been living in, I will be eternally happy to see you get laid.”

“Why couldn’t I have been an only child?” he mumbled to himself, raising his eyes to the ceiling and slightly shaking his head. Dean turned to leave the room, and without looking back called out “Don’t wait up!”

The Impala rolled to a stop along the curb across the street from the local bar where she worked. He could hear the music from inside spilling out onto the street. He paused before walking in and took in a deep breath. Looking down at his clothes, he wondered if he should have changed first. Dean was never the type to worry too much about his wardrobe, but suddenly he was concerned he looked like he just got off from his shift at the mill and not like a guy on a mission to win over a girl.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he asked himself, shaking off the self-doubt that muddled around in his head. “Let’s do this.”

The bar was filled with local faces, some he recognized from around town, others he didn’t, but all of them were there to drink and have a good time for Valentine’s Day. Dean scanned the room, hoping to find her in the crowd, but there was no sign of her; just various couples making out, flirting, or having a few drinks. Walking over to the bar, he kept his eyes peeled, but there was no trace of his crush. When he finally reached the bar through the crowd, he flagged down the bartender.

“Dan! Double shot of whiskey and whatever you got on tap,” he called out over the noise.

The bartender nodded in acknowledgment and went about getting his drinks. Dean turned to face the room, leaning back against the old mahogany wood and continued to watch the sea of faces for the one he was looking for.

The jukebox faded out one song, and before the next queued up, a burst of noise came from the back corner of the bar, where the ‘Employees Only’ door lived. A crash of broken glass and shouts ensued and when Dean’s attention went that way, he finally caught sight of her.

“Whoa! Watch it, lady!” one of the guys roared, causing the entire bar to stop and take notice.

Dean immediately cut through the gathering of people who stopped and watched the scene play out. The waitress he’d been looking for was scrambling to clean up a gigantic mess. He didn’t see it happen, but he was at her side in seconds, trying to make room and help her clean up the shards of glass.

Dean took her hands in his and saw they had a few small cuts. “Hey, leave it for a second, alright,” he said, soft enough for only her to hear. That’s when she made eye contact with him. A slow, grateful smile unfurled on her face as she saw him there.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get your hands looked at, make sure you’re alright,” Dean said, gingerly taking her palms. He didn’t even realize that the usual bout of nerves he had around her had faded completely. The moment she had made eye contact with him while hovering over broken glass, all of that was gone and he was completely at ease.

Making physical contact with her, after all this time dreaming about it, made everything else fall away. The noise and swell of the music now behind him, Dean couldn’t hear anything as the entirety of his focus was on her.

“What’s your name?” he asked, turning her palms over to check the backs of her hands.

“(Y/N),” she mumbled, “thank you for your concern, sugar, but I’m okay. I just need to clean this up.”

“I’ll take care of it, you go back to the office, or wherever and get yourself a couple band aids.”

“It’s fine, I—”

“Please, I insist,” Dean said, giving her his softest gaze and smile.

The bartender sidled up along side them and began sweeping the glass. “Go, (Y/N), he’s right, a couple of those are gonna be bleeders.”

“Come on, I’ll go with you. I’m great at first aid,” he said proudly, immediately regretting it.

“Alright,” she relented and walked back through the ‘Employees Only’ door as Dean followed.

From the recesses of the corner, Cupid smiled. He sighed with relief that this time, he had hit his secondary target, perfectly.

I just feel bad I made her drop tray, he thought as he scratched Dean Winchester’s and (Y/F/N Y/L/N)’s from his ledger. He clutched to his chest, grinning warmly, just as they disappeared into the back room together.

Once it closed, he closed his eyes dreamily and patted himself on the back for a job well done before disappearing to return to Heaven.

“Thanks for the assist out there,” you said, as he pulled back the wrapping and laid the band aid across the worst of the cuts.

“It’s my pleasure. There, all done,” he smiled after applying the last one. His hand lingered on yours. I hope he never removes it, you thought, and felt your body flash warm as he held your hand.

“Thank you. I really could have managed it, but I sure do appreciate your kindness,” you said, gently placing your other hand on his knee.

He blushed a little and seemed to get slightly nervous. “I’m, uh, Dean, by the way.”

“Dean… yes. I’ve seen you around here a lot. Its nice to finally have a name for the very handsome face.”

And what a face he had. You knew who he was, you had known who he was the first night you bumped into each other. You thought by the way he had looked at you, he might try to flirt, but he never did. In fact, he would avoid you when he could, though his eyes never seemed to be able to leave you. You certainly didn’t mind it. But as the weeks went on, he never uttered more than a few stumbling words at you before grabbing his beer and running out the door.

The door to the office opened, and Dan came in, shaking his head when he saw the band aids on your hands. “Look, (Y/N), why don’t you head home. I called Trish, she’s been wanting the extra shift, and I’d rather you just call it a night.”

“I’m fine to keep working, Dan. Honest.”

“You’ll still get your usual pay and cut of tips, no worries, okay?”

“Dan—”

“Please, (Y/N), I insist. Go home for tonight, come back for your shift tomorrow.”

You sighed and relented. “Fine. I’ll go home.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Dean’s face fall in disappointment, which made you wonder if maybe he did like you, after all.

Dan said goodnight, shook Dean’s hand and told him that the drinks he had ordered were on the house. Once he left the room and closed the door, you stood up from the desk chair and grabbed your personal belongings from the bottom drawer.

“Well, this night took a turn,” you laughed, but there wasn’t much humor in it.

Dean shifted nervously on his feet. “I’d say. Its early though. If you didn’t want to go home, I could, maybe… do you need a ride or anything? Are you hungry? Did you eat anything? We can go grab some food, or—”

“Dean,” you jumped in, “if you’re trying to ask me out, the answer is yes.” Your heart was pounding out of your chest, but you did your best to remain calm. You’d been hoping for this for a while and now that it was happening, you found yourself also a pile of nerves.

“Really? That’s great,” he replied and smiled sheepishly. “That’s really, really awesome. I know its last minute and all—”

“That’s okay,” you said, jumping in. “Honestly, the second I looked up and saw you sitting there, I just… I don’t know… immediately wanted to come over and say hi.”

“But then pool table guy bumped you, and—”

“No, he didn’t actually. That was all me being a klutz. I saw you standing at the bar and I froze. Then, it was weird, actually, I felt like I got hit by something and it just startled me. So much so that I dropped the tray.”

You laughed, and thought Dean would find you completely insane, but he simply nodded. “I think I know what you mean.”

“So, where should we go?” you asked, anxious to get out of there and be somewhere quiet with him. “Everywhere decent is going to be packed to capacity.”

Dean thought for a second. “How do you feel about maybe, possibly, being a little cold. But I promise it will be worth it.”

“I have a coat, I can tolerate cold,” you grinned. When Dean put out his hand, you took it and he entwined his fingers with yours, taking special care not to aggravate your cuts.

Thirty minutes and a stop at the Gas ‘n Sip later, Dean was directing his car into a wide-open field a few miles out of town. The February air was cold, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. From the trunk, Dean brought out two large blankets and laid one on the ground right near the front of the car. He motioned for you to sit before going to the back seat to retrieve the bag from the gas station.

“Alright,” he said, sitting down on the blanket. “Have a seat.”

You did and within a moment of sitting beside him, he took the second blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, then his own. From inside his jacket pocket, he produced a flask and handed it to you.

“You just happened to have two big, fluffy blankets in your trunk. Sure you weren’t planning this?”

“I have, but not this, exactly,” he flashed you a sexy smile and wiggled his eye brows playfully. “My brother and I travel a lot for work. So, I keep them there in case we gotta crash in the car.” Dean rifled through the plastic bag and removed two Hostess pies, two bags of chips and other assorted snacks. “Sorry its not a proper dinner, but that’s what I get for asking you out last minute.”

You shrugged. “Hey man, I was pulling a double shift and closing down the bar on Valentine’s day. I’ll take this, happily. Especially if I get to hang out with you.”

Dean shook his head in disbelief. “I did come to the bar to ask you out, but I certainly didn’t think we’d do it tonight. Can’t say I’m upset with how things turned out though.”

“Me either,” you breathed and raised his flask before taking a swig and handing it back. The liquor burned on your throat, but it felt nice and warm going down. “So, not to make this awkward or anything, but why did it take you so long to ask me out?”

“You made me nervous,” he admitted bashfully. “There was just something about you I couldn’t get out of my head. Then when I’d see you…” he shrugged.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

“You’ve been on my mind a lot, lately. And that’s not usual for me by the way, especially with some guy I don’t know.” You paused and looked up at the sky that was dotted with thousands of stars and a waning moon. You could feel his eyes on you, and as much as you wanted to gaze into them, you were afraid to look and just kept babbling. “I get hit on by some creeper every night, and every night, I wished it was you coming in to see me.”

Dean closed his eyes and snorted a laugh. “If you had any idea how many times I came in, specifically to see you…”

“So, what you’re saying is, we’ve both liked each other for a while, but each have been too scared to make a move?”

“Seems that way,” he said, pulled from the flask and handed it back to you.

“Now, its Valentine’s Day, of all days, and here we are. Sitting under the stars with a picnic and a flask.”

“What can I say, my timing is amazing,” he teased. Dean let his eyes wander over your face, and when he put an arm around your shoulders, you immediately leaned into him.

You sighed contently against the stranger you’d been crushing on for weeks. “I’m suddenly not nervous anymore.” You felt Dean’s body shift against yours, it stiffened then relaxed again, his grip on your shoulder tighter.

“I’m not either,” he rasped. You felt him shift again. Dean loosened his arm around your shoulders, and gingerly guided your face up towards his with his other hand. “For the first time in weeks, I don’t feel like an idiot around you. And, I’d really like to kiss you now…”

He left you speechless. The whole night left you completely, utterly, speechless. For almost a month, you had seen his face in the bar on countless occasions. A few quick conversations here and there, made you interested in him, but the way he was making you feel in that moment, didn’t seem possible to happen in such a short amount of time.

Dean took your silence into another moment of consideration. You wanted to kiss him, needed to, so you did. You tilted your head, rested your hand against his knee, then sat up more and pressed your lips to his.

God he’s soft, you thought as you kissed him, So deliciously, soft.

Taking it slow, enjoying the parting and coming back together of your lips. His hands were tentative but started to explore other parts of your body as the comingling of your mouths continued. Your heart began to beat faster the further his hand traveled up your leg stretched out before you. When Dean pulled back from you and sat up on his knees, you didn’t hesitate to reposition yourself, for him to lay you down.

Dean did just that, then took the blanket and tossed it around his shoulders like a cape, before leaning down and hovering over you. You thought you could hear his heart pounding, just as loudly as yours. His eyes frantically scanned over your features before he caressed the side of your face.

“I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever,” he mumbled. Before you could respond, he dove back to your lips and kissed you.

He kissed you like no one ever had before. It was soft and moist, and the longer it continued, the heavier you both were breathing. The February air didn’t phase you one bit, because the moment his tongue broke through, pairing with yours, a depth of heat rose and filled the space you shared under the blanket with him. Dean moaned into your mouth, his hips twitching as your leg curled up around his thighs. Your arms were wrapped up around him, his were moving all over your body.

“Jesus,” he breathed, parting for a moment of air. “What the Hell…”

“What? Is everything okay?” you were trying to catch your own breath, but worried he was regretful.

“No, its just… where did this come from?”

“I don’t know. Chalk it up to Valentine’s Day?”

Dean chuckled. “Sweetheart, it could be the middle of July or the dead of winter, and I’d still want to carry you to the backseat of my car and tear your clothes off right now.”

You smirked and raised a challenging brow. “So, what’s stopping you?”

“Good God, where have you been all my life?” he asked, scrambling to sitting back up on his knees. “But, I mean, we just met. I don’t want to rush—”

You got up and met his eye line as you sat up on your knees. “Have you ever just felt like something was right? Meant to be? That’s how I feel right now and, you know what, who knows or cares why.”

Dean exhaled and nodded slowly. “You’re absolutely right.”

He stood and reached a hand down to help you up. When you were on your feet, Dean kissed you again. The kissing was nice, he was the best you’d ever had the pleasure of enjoying, but you wanted more. You needed more. Taking his bottom lip between yours, you released it slowly, grazing your teeth as you did, which seemed to trigger something in him.

Dean took your hand and hurriedly pulled you around to the passenger side of the car, not forgetting to take the one blanket with him. Minutes later you were straddling his lap in the backseat of his Impala, as his lips covered the swell of your breasts and his hands drew down the silk cup of your bra. Your hands were around the back of his neck, pressing his head into your chest; your head rolling back as his lips clamped down around your nipple.

You could feel his erection growing through his jeans, the harder it pressed into your thigh, the more you wanted to feel it inside you. Your ache for him was maddening, and you were starting to feel a bit lightheaded from his touch. It felt crazy, absolutely insane in fact, to desire someone you barely knew, the way you did. Yet…

“Dean,” you moaned in a delicate whisper.

He didn’t raise his head but trailed his lips across your chest and back up to your neck. Dean gripped your neck, pulling it down so his mouth was on your ear. “Say my name again and tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want to see you,” you rasped and ran your hands down his chest, stopping at his belt buckle. You pulled your head back to catch his gaze. His green eyes full of lust, his nostrils flaring slightly in excited anticipation of what was to come. He moved his hips and pushed down his jeans, allowing his cock to spring free. “I want to taste you,” you purred and stood up as best you could and worked at removing your own jeans. “Then, I want to feel you inside me… Dean.” His name fell from your lips with a breathy expulsion.

Bending over, you brought your lips to the tip of his dick as you let your clothes slip to the floor of the car. Once free of any restraints, the apex of your thighs craved the feeling of him slipping deep inside you. But first, you wanted him to want you just as badly. He tried to guide you back to his lap, but you wanted to taste him first. The urge to be with him, touch every square inch of him just drove you to act on instinct. No doubt or hesitation crept in. You wanted him, all of him, and from the way he was digging his fingers into your legs, and the way his eyes were devouring you, you thought he felt the same way.

Your mouth covered as much as of him as it could. Dean snaked his hand around to the inside of your thighs and reached up into your folds, making your grip on his shaft tighten in response.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his mouth slacked open as his head rolled back against the seat.

His fingers worked you over, slowly at first, but as your hips moved involuntarily along with his motion, he went faster. Lasting for only another moment, you felt the first flutters of your climax and abruptly pulled his hand from you.

“Not yet,” you commanded, releasing his dick with a pop of your lips.

You hovered back over his lap, meaning to tease him, but Dean would have no teasing. He took your hips and positioned himself, easily sliding up into your entrance, but not quite filling you. He was gentle, and though you were dazed with how much you wanted him, the way he was making you feel was euphoric. It wasn’t just the sensation of the sex, it was the intimacy that you felt as he held your gaze. It was the way his hands caressed the skin on your thighs, up your sides, cupping your breasts, then moving back down the way he came as you rocked against him.

Biting on his lower lip, he thrusted up into you, hitting your hilt and making you inhale sharply. Your breath released in a quiver, making him grin a satisfied smirk. It only last, a minute, as you moved your hips not just back and forth, but side to side. The friction against your clit was enough to finally break your resolve, and your walls to flutter around him.

“Jesu—” your breath faltered as your climax ruptured around him. It didn’t phase Dean’s penetrating thrusts as he bounced you on his lap, and you gripped his shoulders holding on for dear life.

Between his movements and your orgasm, you felt lightheaded and cried his name in a raspy moan. Dean pushed you into him, his head buried in your chest as he quickly lifted you off him before his own climax expelled all over his abdomen. He held you that way until he was able to get his breathing under control, but even once he did, he didn’t release you right away.

You peeled yourself from him, sitting back just enough to take his face in your hands and turn it up to yours.

“That was intense,” you said, your voice soft and dreamy. You felt like you were under a spell, under his spell. A sensation you never had before and thought you could live in forever.

“Very,” he replied, and ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip. “Are you alright?”

“Better than,” you smiled, and gently kissed his lips.

Dean reached over and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around you both as you climbed off his lap and snuggled into his side.

“Cold?” he asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing the top of your head.

“No, not even a little.” You drew the blanket tighter around you, enjoying the cocoon it created for you and Dean.

There was a brief, awkward silence as you just starred at each other, unsure of what to say. Its not that there were questions rolling around in your head, or that you were wondering what came next. There was an unfamiliar level of certainty that what had just transpired meant something, more than just a one-night stand on a very triggering holiday.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not exactly sure how to ask this, but—”

“You wanna know what this means?”

“No. It doesn’t matter what it means… because it meant something. At least that’s how I feel. You don’t just meet someone and have that intense of a, um…” you felt your skin flash hot with a moment of embarrassment “encounter, without it meaning something. But that wasn’t what I was going to ask.”

“Oh,” he said and looked away for a moment, his expression thoughtful in contemplation. “What did you want to ask then?”

“The snacks. We left them outside and honestly, I’m starving. Maybe we should head back to my place. I could cook us something… maybe we could watch a movie or just have sex again?”

“Or all three?”

“Yeah, that works, too,” you laughed and leaned forward to retrieve your pants from the floor.

Once you were both properly clothed again, Dean grabbed the remains of the picnic and threw it in the back seat while you gazed up at the stars. Just above the horizon, a few meteors streaked across the sky. You felt a soft smile touch your lips, not just because of the celestial show before you, but because of who you were sharing it with.

“Some night, huh?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind and guiding you to lean back into him.

“Yeah, craziest night of my life, honestly.”

“Do you mind a little crazy every now and again?”

“Depends. Good crazy, or bad crazy?”

“What if I said a little of both?”

“You’re being cryptic, but I kinda dig it. I could handle both, why do you ask?”

Dean shrugged and looked up at the stars. “I’d like to see you, more. A lot more, actually. But my life… it gets—”

“Crazy?”

He chuckled and brushed a piece of hair the February breeze brought onto your face. “That’s putting it mildly, but yeah. Think that’s something you’d be up for?”

You thought about what he said and realized that the only answer in your head was yes. Yes, you think you would be up for just about anything if he was with you. Your first date was a testament to that.

“If that,” you motioned towards the backseat “was just the beginning of this? Darlin’ I think I could handle just about anything.”

Dean kissed her, his heart was already experiencing a level of attachment to a woman he didn’t think would ever be meant for him. There was no rhyme or reason to it. It was as if Cupid himself put a spell over them. Even if the happy little angel did have a hand in making it happen, Dean was still pretty damn happy. So much, in fact, he would forgive the interference.

Opening the car door for (Y/N), he waited until she was settled before kneeling down at the open door.

“(Y/N), I want you to know that it did mean something to me, too. I don’t know where this goes, what really happens next. But I don’t care. Sometimes life is too damn short to question everything.” He shrugged, took her hand and kissed the back of it.

“Amen to that… Shit. I don’t even know your last name,” she laughed and seemed slightly embarrassed.

“Winchester. Yours?”

“(Y/L/N),” she smiled and squeezed his hand.

“Well alright, Ms. (Y/L/N). Shall we go?”

“Yes, I’m starving!”

He stood up, leaned in to kiss her lips again before closing the door and walking around to get in behind the wheel. Before he got in, he looked back up to the sky and smiled.

“Goodbye Unattached Drifter Christmas… hello Saint Valentine…” the corner of his mouth cocked up into a smirk and he jumped into the car, ready to whisk his new girl off to continue their date.

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ibelongtonegan · 7 years ago

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Blood and Chocolate (Negan one-shot)

This story is for @jeffreydeanneganstrash’s “Negan’s Valentine Challenge”. Thank you for allowing me to participate in this!

The prompt that I chose was “Handcuffs x Chocolate” and while in itself it would have called for a simple Valentine’s Day fuckfest involving handcuffs and candies, I decided to spice things up a little bit with a few drops of blood. I have always wanted to write a fic on period sex and decided to combine it with this prompt. While I know it may not be everybody’s cup of tea (please read the warnings before reading!), I had a lot of fun writing this fic and hope you will like it!

Summary: you can’t wait to celebrate Valentine’s Day with Negan but being on your period you are not comfortable with the idea of becoming intimate with your husband until he convinces you otherwise...

Characters: Negan x Reader

Word count: 5,760

Warnings: daddy kink, dirty talk, smut (cum play, oral sex, orgasm withdrawal, period blood play, period sex, rough sex, spanking, vaginal sex), swearing

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You winced in pain and wrapped your arms around your legs, hugging them close to your chest. You would have given an arm and a leg for a Tylenol right now, or better yet, your uterus and all your remaining ovaries to make the pain stop, but unfortunately the Sanctuary had run out of painkillers weeks ago. Before the apocalypse, you would have popped a pill or used a hot pillow to curl up in bed with along with your favourite TV show and a bar of chocolate to make it through the first day of your period. You were lucky that cramps only bothered you at the beginning of your flow and then subsided quickly, but without any of the comforts you were used to before it was a dreadful day every month.

But pain was not the only thing that bothered you this evening. You had to get your period today of all days. It wasn’t supposed to start until late next week, but for some reason, it decided to grace you with its presence unexpectedly and if that wasn’t enough, right on Valentine’s Day. Or, to be more precise, on your day of Valentine’s Week.

Since your husband had multiple wives, seven in total and couldn’t split Valentine’s Day into seven equal pieces, Negan decided to celebrate each day of the week with another wife, renaming it Valentine’s Week. He allowed you to agree on the schedule and each of the wives to pick their favourite day in advance and you were more than happy to go with Sunday, the last Valentine’s Day of the week.

But Mother Nature seemed to have other plans for you. Instead of moans of pleasure she decided to gift you with moans of pain, to remind you of her almighty presence in the grand scheme of things, with little regard to the world turning into a living hell with reanimated corpses walking among the living, or today being Valentine’s Day and your plans for a night of carnal bliss with your husband. You hoped that whoever Mother Nature was, she went through the same hell of cramps every month. It was only fair.

You had no idea what to do about your predicament. Had you known that your period was about to start, you would have picked another day of the week, but it was too late for that now. When Simon knocked on your door an hour ago with an envelope and a beautiful gift box in hand, your heart skipped a beat. The envelope contained a letter handwritten by Negan telling you that he was looking forward to spending tonight with you and that he wanted you to wear the gift he sent you and nothing else.

You knew that Negan would inevitably come to your room, but didn’t know how to tell him that you couldn’t spend the night with him. You had never refused his advances before and having been a wife for only a month, you had not had to deal with the question of sex on your period either. You could have asked Sherry or Amber for advice but being Negan’s newest wife meant that you weren’t close enough to any of them yet to trust them with such a personal matter.

First, you didn’t even want to open the box, and just set it aside. You had no intention of changing out of your comfortable sweatpants and oversized hoodie that wrapped you up in a cocoon, safe and warm. But curiosity got the better of you. Slowly untying the black ribbon, you unwrapped the shiny silver paper, careful not to tear it. Inside was an elegant cream coloured cardboard box with two words written on it in ornate black letters:

Agent Provocateur

You removed the lid of the box and put your hands in front of your mouth in shock. It was the most beautiful set of lingerie you had ever seen. Sheer, black, lacy, complete with bra, thong, stockings and suspenders, wrapped in elegant tissue paper. Leaving little to the imagination and designated for a single purpose: to seduce and be seduced. The perfect gift for Valentine’s Day, for both of your pleasure. You couldn’t help but bow down before your husband’s impeccable taste.

You ran your fingers over the fabric and imagined how soft it would feel on your skin. Closing your eyes, you saw Negan in front of you entering your room and taking in for the first time your half-naked form lying on the bed wearing the outfit he had selected for you. You could see his hazel eyes, dark with hunger and him licking his lips in anticipation. His mouth curled up into a smirk revealing a set of dimples that made him even more handsome. He was about to speak, and you expected to hear a remark of appreciation, followed by something naughty. But the words you heard next were anything but naughty and nothing resembling appreciation.

“Doll, why the fuckity fuck haven’t you changed into the clothes I sent you?”

Your eyes snapped open, and your mouth fell agape when you noticed Negan standing at the door with a look of displeasure written on his face. You got so caught up in your little fantasy that you didn’t hear him enter your room.

He was wearing grey pants, and a white t-shirt, his red scarf wrapped around his neck and his signature black leather jacket draped over his shoulder leisurely. The only item missing from his usual attire was Lucille, but the fact that he was currently sans his beloved baseball bat didn’t make his presence any less intimidating. He held two boxes in his hand, a smaller, rectangular one and a bigger, heart-shaped one.

The intensity of his gaze made you freeze, the invisible command in his eyes leaving no doubt in you that he was expecting an answer, and quickly. Negan had little patience for disobedience, and right now you were actively ignoring his wish he had expressed loud and clear in his letter. While you had been a wife for a short time only, you knew well enough that this could be considered a dangerous game, which wouldn’t go unpunished if you didn’t come up with a reasonable explanation.

“I’m sorry, Negan,” you replied timidly, looking down on the set of lingerie sitting on your lap. “It’s beautiful, I love it. It’s just that...I’m not feeling like it today. It’s one of my ugly days.”

You put the lid back on the box and set it down on the cushion feeling as if you didn’t deserve such a special gift.

“Nonsense, baby. Every day is your ‘fucking sexy’ day if you ask me.” Negan removed his leather jacket from his shoulder and draped it over the couch next to the door.

You peaked up at him through your eyelashes following his every move in an attempt to assess his mood. While he looked tense and somewhat disappointed, probably having expected to see you in less and much sexier clothing by this point, he didn’t seem to be angry with you either. Your excuse, even if it was only half the truth, was enough to spare you his wrath at your insubordination, at least for now. But Negan was a tenacious man, and you were sure he wasn’t going to let it go, especially when it concerned the promise of sex or especially the denial of it.

He made his way to your bed and sat down next to you, the mattress sinking in slightly under his weight.

“Look, baby, I brought you more presents,” he beamed putting down the two boxes on the bed between you. “Open the red one first.”

He nuzzled your hair with his nose, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your arms. You closed your eyes and inhaled his manly scent, a combination of leather, body wash and musk. You lifted the top of the heart-shaped box and found a selection of handmade chocolates inside, arranged in a beautiful pattern.

“Chocolate?” you squealed in delight. “I haven’t had chocolate in...I don’t know since when. Thank you, Negan. But how did you get this?” you asked in surprise. Such delicacies were a particularly rare treat in the apocalypse and practically impossible to find.

“I have my ways,” he muttered while starting to trail soft kisses along your neck. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Now open the black box,” he instructed.

You set the chocolate down on the nightstand and opened the second box. Lifting the lid, you found a pair of silver handcuffs resting on a purple cushion inside.

“Oh...am I in trouble, Daddy?” you purred against his lips innocently.

Fire flashed in his eyes at your words and the air between you changed suddenly, turning from light and playful to hot and heavy.

“You are in a whole fucking lot of trouble, little one,” he groaned deeply, and the underlying threat in his words made heat pool in your belly. He moved his hand up to your neck and gently tilted your head back to get more access to your exposed skin.

For a moment you almost forgot that you couldn’t have sex with him tonight. The scrape of his stubble left a delicious burn in its wake, making you go weak in the knees. You wanted him and wanted to give in to him, but couldn’t. Shaking your head to regain your composure you leaned away from your husband’s touch reluctantly.

“I’m not sure about tonight, Negan,” you offered meekly, fidgeting with the handcuffs in your lap. The metal jingled between your shaking fingers.

A disapproving look crossed Negan’s face. He might have had little patience for disobedience, but he had zero tolerance for stalling, and you could tell that he knew something was up. Still, you were too embarrassed to reveal the real reason for your rejection and were desperately searching for a way out of your dilemma without pissing your husband off.

“I mean...I didn’t get you anything for Valentine’s Day,” you asserted and cringed internally at how lame it sounded as soon as the words left your mouth. “I know Frankie gave you a naked oil massage on Wednesday and Amber baked you heart-shaped muffins yesterday. I ran out of ideas on what I could give you that they haven’t done already before me. I’m sorry that I cannot reciprocate your gifts.”

You looked up at Negan hoping you sounded and looked convincing. He tilted his head to the side and studied your face for a moment, apparently trying to decide if you were being sincere or playing games with him. Finally, the corners of his lips curled upwards into a lascivious smile, flashing his pearly white teeth.

“I don’t mind, baby girl. You can repay me in kind,” he chuckled tracing his upper lips with the tip of his tongue and started kissing your neck again. “I think we should put these to good use right away,” Negan coaxed with a devilish smirk and picking up the handcuffs from the box in your lap, twirled them around his index finger lazily.

“Negan...I’m not sure about this,” you mumbled under your breath, hating that you couldn’t say yes to him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, you are usually up for kinky sex!” Negan regarded you with a puzzled expression, visibly getting impatient now.

“I’m not feeling well, to be honest.”

“I will make you feel better immediately,” he winked at you suggestively and lowered his hand to your lap, tracing circles on the soft fabric. The heat of his fingers was seeping through the sweatpants right into your core.

“Negan, stop. We can’t...,” you pleaded and put your hand on his before it could go higher up your thigh.

“Oh, okay, I see what’s going on now.” His eyes lit up like someone had flipped a switch. “You’re playing hard to get. I love it when you do that.”

“No, it’s not that, Negan.”

You shook your head in desperation and put your hand firmly on his chest to keep him at a safe distance.

“Then what the fuck is it, doll? Because you are sure as shit wearing my patience thin,” Negan snapped, the playful tone of earlier now completely gone from his voice. “Tell me!” he demanded in irritation.

“I’m sorry, Negan, it’s...it’s just that...it’s that time of the month!” you blurted out partly relieved that the truth was finally out but on the other hand feeling even more embarrassed than before. “And...I have cramps, feel bloated and ugly, and you cannot possibly want me like this,” you finished with a sigh and wrapped your arms around your chest protectively.

You expected Negan to stand up and leave the room angered and disappointed with you but instead, he cupped your chin and lifted it up so that you were looking at him. His face showed no sign of anger or disappointment, but pure infatuation and raw passion.

“Baby, you are my wife, and I love you. I would want you even if you were covered in walker guts,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Ewww...,” you wrinkled your nose in disgust and slapped his arm lightly.

“Plus I have the perfect cure for your cramps,” Negan added with a wink.

“I thought we ran out of painkillers.”

“We did, but this is a natural remedy.”

A hint of mischief gleamed in his eyes.

“A pill?” you queried.

“No, doll, this one is not taken orally. Well, it can be, but not if you wish to take advantage of its beneficial side-effects.”

You looked at your husband honestly bewildered now.

“I don’t understand. What kind of medication is this then?”

“I have it right here tucked away in my pants,” Negan said simply and laid back on his elbows on the mattress.

At first, you thought he meant tucked away in his pockets but then followed his gaze to the centre of his pants and the outline of an impressive bulge.

You folded your arms in front of your chest and narrowed your eyes at him with a frown.

“Negan, if this is another one of your dirty jokes then I’m not in the mood for them right now.”

“No, doll. This is no joke. The cure for your cramps is sex. There is nothing better to make the pain go away than an orgasm.”

“But is...sex on my period? You know...?”

“Is that what?” he inquired sensing your hesitation.

“Normal?” you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up, still not entirely comfortable with talking about the topic in front of him.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t it be normal? Yeah, it can be a little messy, but I fucking love messy sex. You never had sex on your period before?”

You shook your head embarrassed.

“My ex...he said that it was gross and he wouldn’t come near me when it was “shark week” as he liked to call it. He thought that period blood was disgusting and that I smelled weird during those days, no matter how many times I showered.”

Negan made a low grunt in his throat and bared his teeth like an angry wolf.

“Doll, that stupid fuck should be glad that he’s dead already, otherwise I would track him down and shove Lucille right up his sorry ass and twirl her around twice to teach him a lesson for that fucking insult. Period sex is abso-fucking-lutely normal, hell, I find it fucking awesome! Not that I don’t find sex in general awesome already, but there’s just something about period sex that makes it even hotter than usual.”

His confession amazed you. Not only was he not grossed out by the idea, but he was even turned on by it!

“But won’t it hurt?”

“Well, I can’t make any promises to go slow, you know how worked up being inside that hot pussy of yours makes me, but I’ll try to go gentler than usual. If you feel any discomfort, you tell me, okay?”

“But I don’t want to ruin the sheets...or the couch!” you argued knowing the favourite spots of Negan in your room to have sex.

“And you won’t, because we will have sex in the shower. The warm water will help to ease your cramps and wash away the blood. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

You contemplated his words for a few seconds. His eyes showed a mixture of need and affection. He genuinely wanted you, no matter what, and the realisation felt like a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m out of excuses,” you admitted finally with a lopsided smile.

“Thank-fucking-God,” Negan breathed. “The tent in my pants is killing me already.”

He cupped your cheek and crashed his lips on yours devouring them in a heated kiss.

“Then let me do something about that, Daddy,” you murmured against his mouth and lowered your hand to his fly intent on following up on your promise right away, but Negan stopped you by grabbing your hands before you could pull down the zipper.

“Uh-oh. Not so fast, little one. Didn’t you forget something?”

You looked at him quizzically.

“What do you mean, Daddy?”

“You disobeyed my order on what to wear and tried to turn me down because you were too shy to communicate with me. That’s two strikes already, and I have been in your room for only ten minutes. You know that I cannot let something like that slide. I am your husband, and there are no secrets you can keep from me. Understood?”

You nodded obediently.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“I know it fucking won’t because I will make sure you remember it after tonight,” Negan affirmed with an evil grin. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded submissively.

“Good girl. Hold up your arms.”

Negan put down the handcuffs on the bed sheet and lifted the hem of your hoodie, pulling it over your head along with your t-shirt. He unclasped your bra with his calloused fingers and tossed it behind him. He placed his palms on your shoulders and pushed you down on the mattress, trailing featherlike kisses and soft bites along your neck and collarbone. Reaching your breasts, he cupped each of them in his large hands and massaged them gently. Bending down, he latched his mouth on your perk nipple. He sucked it between his lips greedily, eliciting a long wail from you.

“Do you like this, baby?” he inquired looking up from his ministrations with lust-filled eyes.

“Yes, Daddy. Please don’t stop,” you pleaded unabashedly.

“Good girl, asking so nicely. Tell me what you want Daddy to do.”

The answer would have been for him to taste you but your mind stopped you from saying it out loud. That wasn’t an option now.

“Speak up, little one or I will stop right now,” Negan urged sensing your uncertainty.

“Uhm...I’m sorry, Daddy. I want something that we can’t do now...”

“We can do anything you want, baby girl. Speak!” he insisted pinching your nipple. You yelped at the sensation, complaining about the rough treatment of your oversensitive bud.

“I want you to taste my pussy, Daddy,” you whimpered helplessly.

“Is that right, princess? Then Daddy shall do exactly that.”

Negan continued his way down from your breasts along your stomach. He dipped his tongue into your belly button, and you couldn’t help but giggle uncontrollably. You put your hands on top of his head and tried to push him further down, away from your tickle spot and closer to where you wanted to feel him the most.

“Patience, baby girl. Daddy will give you what you want but only if you are good for him,” Negan warned, and you huffed in protest, letting your hands fall back on the sheet next to your body.

Your reaction didn’t meet his approval, and you felt a slap against your clothed sex, earning a yelp from you at the unexpected punishment.

“Behave, little one or I will not go easy on you. You already have two strikes today, don’t make me give you another one. You know what happens if you get a third strike, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I want to hear you say it,” Negan demanded in a low voice.

“You will punish me, and I don’t get to cum.”

“And why is that? Tell me!” he pressed further.

“Because bad girls don’t get to cum,” you replied dutifully.

“That is exactly right, sweetheart,” he hissed with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Stay where you are and do not move.”

He stood up swiftly and made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You raised yourself on your elbows, curious about what he was up to, but the faint noises coming from behind the door gave little away. You heard the sound of drawers opening and closing.

You looked around the room and felt your stomach rumble when your eyes settled on the heart-shaped box lying on the nightstand. You peeked over your shoulder, listening for clues on how much time you had before your husband’s return but heard nothing. Your stomach growled again, louder this time, reminding you of the skipped dinner.

You got up from the bed and lifted the lid of the box carefully. The scent of chocolate hit your nostrils and made your mouth water. Making a little dance with your fingers, you contemplated which piece of dessert to choose, and then finally settled on a milk chocolate ball sprinkled with sea salt. You popped the little ball into your mouth and moaned out loud as it melted in your mouth, and the flavour hit your taste buds. The combination of sweet and salty was caressing your tongue like a soft pillow, and you closed your eyes to savour the sensation.

“If I remember correctly, I told you to stay where you were and not to move,” you heard Negan’s cold voice from behind you and spun around on your heel. “I have a feeling that you have just earned your third strike, little one.”

He was standing at the bathroom door, with a black towel in hand and a sinister look on his face. He was not wearing his t-shirt anymore, and the red scarf was missing from around his neck. You couldn’t help but marvel at the salt and pepper curls adorning his toned chest. “Congratulations. Three strikes in half an hour. I think that’s a fucking world record. What a shame that your prize is going to be anything but a reward.”

You fidgeted nervously under his penetrating gaze and were trying to think of an excuse to lessen your punishment, but knew that it was a lost cause.

“I know you like to be punished, but I think that will change quickly if I make your punishment less enjoyable for you and more pleasurable for me,” Negan mused biting his lower lip.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I couldn’t help it. My hormones are giving me cravings,” you replied while swallowing down the remnants of the chocolate in your mouth.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” Negan growled dangerously as he started advancing on you. “I see that you need to be taught a lesson. I was going to eat you out first to get you nice and ready for me, but not anymore, baby girl.” When he reached you, he grabbed the box of chocolate from your hand, tossed it on the bed and picked up the handcuffs lying on the sheet. “We are done going slow tonight. Turn around.”

His words made a shiver run down your spine. You turned around and felt him grab your right wrist and pull it behind your back. You heard the click of the handcuffs and felt the cold metal around one wrist then the other. Without further ado, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the bathroom. He pushed the door open and dragged you inside, kicking the door shut after you with a loud bang. The lights were off, but the bathroom was lit by a dozen candles scattered around the sink, their soft glow dancing on your skin as the movement of the door made them flicker. Negan must have lit them while you were outside snacking on the chocolate.

Negan unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. Droplets of precum were coating his swollen tip, glistening in the dim light. He hooked his fingers in your sweatpants and tugged them down your hips along with your panties, letting them pool on the floor at your feet and then helped you out of them. Once you were standing completely naked in front of him, you crossed your legs, trying to hide the thin blue string peeking out between your legs in shame.

“Tsk, tsk...,” Negan shook his head and showed his hands between your legs to force them apart, pulled out the tampon in one quick motion and tossed it into the trashcan unceremoniously.

You could feel warm blood trickle down your inner thigh, but Negan didn’t seem to care as he stepped into the shower and started the water. Once he was happy with the temperature, he turned around and pulled you inside the cabin after him.

Before you knew it, you were shown against the cold tile wall, his tongue demanding access to your mouth aggressively. The handcuffs pressed into your back painfully, and you tried to hold onto the slippery surface as the warm water from the shower cascaded down on you. Negan’s hands were roaming your body, grabbing, groping and exploring every inch of your naked form greedily. Once his hand reached your pussy, he slipped a finger inside you, the combined wetness of your arousal and blood allowing him easy access. Slowly, he slid a second finger in next to the first and began to scissor them gently. Your pussy clenched around him instinctively, and you groaned out loud at the loss of contact when you felt Negan remove his fingers from your heat.

“Taste yourself!” he ordered, and you looked up at him in shock.

His fingers were covered in blood. In your blood.

Your face grew hot under his scrutiny, and you opened your mouth for him tentatively. He pushed the first finger, then the second past your lips and you sucked both clean keeping your eyes fixed on his. The blood felt sticky and warm and coated the insides of your mouth like a creamy sauce. The metallic taste of it mixed with the lingering flavour of chocolate on your tongue, and you would have been lying if you had said it was unpleasant. The knowledge of tasting your blood was oddly bizarre and yet there was something titillating about the forbidden nature of it as well as the way your husband was making you do this.

Negan was eyeing you intently as if he could hear your inner thoughts and laughed darkly upon seeing you lick your bloodstained lips with illicit pleasure.

“Give me a taste, too,” he panted with hooded eyes and slammed his mouth down onto yours, lapping up the residual blood from your lips in a sloppy kiss. “Fucking delicious,” he purred under his breath and turned you around, shoving you up against the wall.

He trailed his finger down your spine from your neck to your lower back making you shiver despite the warmth of the water pouring over your body. The walls of the shower cabin were now misty from the steam that had accumulated inside the bathroom. Not being able to wait any longer, he finally entered you from behind with a sharp thrust. He kept his word and dictated a fast rhythm right away, not giving you time to adjust to him. While you were more sensitive than unusual, the slight discomfort was soon replaced by the sheer pleasure of him hitting your G-spot with the tip of his dick. He grabbed your hips with one hand and lowered the other to your clit, rubbing tiny circles on it with his fingers.

"Do you like this, little one?” he rasped in a seductive tone.

You cried out, not being able to form a coherent reply, but this wasn’t enough for Negan. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your body up against his chest roughly. Your scalp prickled uncomfortably and you tried in vain to squirm away from him.

“I asked you a question, little one. Do you like this?” he barked at you.

“Yes, Daddy, please fuck me harder!” you heard yourself beg in a pathetic voice.

However, Negan did the complete opposite and slid out halfway, keeping only the tip of his throbbing cock inside you.

“I think not, baby girl. You were a very bad girl earlier and need to be punished.”

You leaned your head back on his shoulder and tried to push yourself back on his cock but were stopped by a sharp slap on your ass. Mewling in pain you tried to wiggle away from his grasp but to no avail, your hands were cuffed, and he was holding you tightly against him.

“Ten counts, little one. This is your punishment. Stay still, or I will double it!” he snarled at you, and you knew resistance was futile. You had no choice but to accept your punishment. Closing your eyes, you gave him a quick nod in defeat and acceptance of your fate.

You screamed as he swatted your asscheeks, one after the other with an open hand, his cock still buried halfway inside your pussy. He spanked you hard and mercilessly, pausing after each hit until the tremors in your body subsided and your pitiful sobs faded to quiet whimpers. While his assault on your flesh was painful, you couldn’t ignore the tingling growing in your core. Your ass felt sore and the water prickled against your hot skin. Once Negan was finished, he rubbed your tender backside a few times with his palm to soothe the pain.

“Fucking hell, baby girl,” he gave a quick whistle of admiration at his handiwork. “There isn’t a hotter sight than my handprint on your ass. I should spank you more often.”

A silent cry escaped your lips as you felt him plunge into you in one long, slick thrust, his entire length buried to the hilt. He picked up the speed and started pounding you with no mercy, his balls slapping against your pussy.

“Fuck, baby girl. You are so wet for me and if you saw how my cock looks like now going in and out of your pussy, coated in your blood. It's a fucking vampire dick! Lucille would be so goddamn jealous right now...the vampire bat that she is."

His dirty words were pushing you further towards the edge and your body stiffened in anticipation. Even through the fog of lust you remembered that you were not allowed to cum. You gritted your teeth trying to regain control over your overstimulated senses, but your body was on fire, every fibre in your body craving release.

“Don’t you dare to cum!” Negan snarled at you and smacked your ass hard in warning upon feeling your pussy clamp down on in his dick.

His movements became deeper and more urgent, his fingertips digging into your hips painfully.

“Where do you want me to cum, baby girl? In your pussy? On your ass?” His voice was hoarse and uneven, betraying his composure.

“No, Daddy. In my mouth, please,” you pleaded shamelessly.

“Your wish is my command, little one. Get on your knees,” he husked in your ear and pulled out of your pussy.

You lowered yourself in front of him, the hard floor of the shower pressing against your knees, and opened your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue with a wanton look. Negan palmed his dick, still coated with your cum and blood, and started pumping it furiously. The sound of slapping skin filled the tight space of the shower. After a few hard strokes, he grabbed your hair to angle your head and began shooting streams of hot, thick cum in your mouth and on your chin, painting your tongue white with his release. Shouting a string of curses under his breath, he continued to stroke himself milking the last drops of cum from his cock until he was utterly spent and then smeared it on your lips with the tip languidly.

You watched him in awe, the sight of him losing control in front of your eyes and marking you with his seed making you feel wanted and powerful. You swallowed the load of cum in your mouth hungrily and licked off the drops from your lips and around your mouth before letting the water from the shower wash away the rest of the sticky residue from your face. Sucking his softening dick into your mouth, you licked every drop of your combined juices and blood from him, keeping your gaze on his flushed face. He stared down at you, his pupils blown with desire, caressing your cheek with his thumb softly.

“Such a good girl cleaning up Daddy’s dick so nicely.”

You looked up at him submissively, his praise and sated expression filling your body with a spark of pride and despite your denied orgasm, a sense of utter satisfaction.

An hour later both of you were lying in your bed, tucked under the soft, warm blanket. Negan picked out a little heart-shaped piece from the box of chocolate lying on his stomach and fed it to you as you drew tiny circles on his chest with your pinky.

“Hmmm...this is heavenly. There is nothing better than chocolate,” you moaned out chewing happily on the sweet dessert.

“I have to correct you on that one, baby girl. There is one thing that’s even better than chocolate,” Negan hummed against your ear and popped a small dark chocolate ball into his mouth.

His voice was even lower than usual, the many orders he roared at you earlier making his voice raspy and yet sweet as molasses to your ears.

“Okay, you’re right. Chocolate and sex. It’s a good combination.”

“With a few drops of blood added to it,” Negan grinned thickly.

“As you wish, my Bloody Valentine!” you teased with a wink. “Who knew you could develop an appetite for blood?”

“Only for your blood, baby. Only for your blood,” Negan cooed seductively and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

#JDNegansTrashValentine #negan #negan fiction #negan fan fiction #twd #the walking dead #twd fiction #the walking dead fiction #twd fan fiction #the walking dead fan fiction #jdm #jeffrey dean morgan #negan's network #negan's thirst squad #my shit

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years ago

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Thunderstruck (pt.4)

Characters: Negan x (au) Lucille

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, and Smut

Notes: First off I wanna apologize for the lack of updates but I was suffering from a serious case of writers block :(

This is also my entry into @jeffreyneganstrash Valentines Day writing challenge, my prompts were Leather and Strawberries ♡

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Clocking out with barely held together excitement, I bit my lip as I hurried outside to my car.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been anxious to get back home every since I left Negan alone this morning. He assured me a million and one times he’d be ok, but I was still worried.

What if something happened?

What if…?

I let out a breathy laugh “calm yourself Lucy…he’s a grown man”.

Picking up some supplies from the store, I smiled as I picked up a heart shaped box of chocolates and some chocolate covered strawberries.

I had forgotten it was Valentines Day, I wondered if Negan would even want to celebrate the silly holiday.

Moving toward the self checkouts, I caught sight of something in the clothes department. Smirking I lifted the shirt up, biting my lip.

That might work…

Maybe I could convince him to celebrate with me.

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Taking the elevator to my floor I let out a deep sigh before peeking down the hall to make sure the coast was clear.

Making my way down the hall, I quickly pulled out my keys.

I didn’t want to have another awkward conversation with Tommy explaining what I was doing today, so as soon as the lock was turned I slid inside.

Leaning against the now closed door I smiled before moving into the kitchen, home at last.

“Negan I’m home!”

Spotting his slouched form sitting at the kitchen island I frowned as he leafed through my ‘Here’s Negan’ comic. His face was a mixture of confusion, sadness and regret.

Setting the bags down on the marble, I took a seat across from him before reaching out to gently rub his hand.

“You think he’s got a life somewhere?”

I smiled softly as I took in the picture of comic Negan “maybe”. He nodded closing the book before running his hands over the cover with a deep sigh, his fingers tracing the title.

all of his flaws and mistakes were being laid out for him to relive and it was killing him inside.

Sliding the book from his grasp I got to my feet, moving around the island so I could run my fingers through his hair “I’m gonna go change…i’ll be right back ok?”

He nodded solemnly, I needed to cheer him up.

This was supposed to be a fresh start but it was quickly becoming his own personal hell.

Moving into my room I quickly changed into the shirt I bought, the fabric resting just above my silk black panties. Grabbing his leather jacket from the chair in the corner I smirked as I ruffled my dirty blonde hair.

Taking out the box of chocolates, I set them on the nightstand before grabbing the box of chocolate covered strawberries.

Negan was still sitting at the island when I leaned against the door jam, biting my lip I made sure his jacket was secured around me before getting his attention.

“Hey handsome…” I fiddled with the zipper suggestively as his sad eyes wandered up my bare legs “anything I can do to cheer ya up?”

The corners of his mouth quirked up as he took me in, leaning back in his chair with a chuckle.

“You already have sweetheart”

Crooking his fingers in a come hither motion, he bit his lip as I sauntered into the kitchen.

Pushing his chair back, he spread his legs as he leaned his elbow on the marble.

Setting the container of strawberries on the counter I raked my fingers through his hair as I slid onto his lap. The rough material of his pants against my pale skin sending shivers up my spine.

Pressing my lips to his in a passionate but slow kiss, my hands cupped his slightly scruffy cheeks. His beard coming back slowly as the days carried on.

Honestly I was excited to see the elegant silver hairs caressing his face once more.

Rocking against him gently I smiled as a quiet grunt fell from his parted lips. His heavy eyes falling closed as my hands continued to pet his face “happy valentine’s day baby”.

His face scrunched up in confusion before I quickly silenced him with another kiss “your the only gift I’ll ever need Negan…”

He smiled against my lips as my hips grinded down against him harder, his prominent erection pressed against my silk covered core. The action dragging a rough noise from his throat as the hand not running up my bare thigh, slowly reached up to slide the zipper of his jacket down.

Biting my lip with a small giggle I ran my thumbs down the corners of his mouth as his eyes widened. The shirt was completely black with a picture of Lucille lying just below my breasts, the words ‘Property Of Negan’ in bold letters across my chest.

“do you like it?”

His lips parted before he let out a deep rumbling purr, his hands fisting the hem of my shirt as his tongue slid between my lips.

Lifting his hips to meet mine, he groaned softly “fuck baby…how could I not?”

I smiled against his open lips as my hands slid down his chest, my fingers lifting up the hem of his shirt as I toyed with his belt. Humming against my lips in approval, he shifted beneath me so he could slide down in the chair.

Slipping the worn leather from its buckle I purred as his warm hands slid beneath my shirt.

Reaching over to grab a strawberry from the nearby container, I ran the chocolate covered end around his parted lips. His eyes dropping shut as I plopped the fruit into my mouth before kissing him deeply, his fingers gripping my ribs firmly.

I could feel his body shifting beneath me, his hips rolling slowly as if begging for attention.

The taste of chocolate and strawberries mixed with the deep smell of leather had me panting against his lips, my tongue delving into his mouth.

Sliding his lips against mine with a needy groan, Negan let out a breathy laugh as my hands raked up his face and into his hair.

Fisting his dark locks with one hand I dropped my other down to work his pants open.

“think we should take this to your fucking room sweetheart?”

I smiled softly as I leaned forward against his smiling lips, my hand pulling him from his pants “why? you not comfortable?”

Grunting against my lips with a growling laugh he rolled his head back against the chair with a smirk “fuck…you tell me darlin”. Rocking against him purposefully I moaned quietly before getting to my feet, gazing down at his pleasure drunk features. His swollen cock laying against his stomach as I quickly shoved my panties down.

He was absolutely breathtaking.

The feeling of his rough hands grabbing me by the waist made me squeal in happiness, his deep growl vibrating against my chest as he dragged me back onto his exposed member.

“Fuck your fucking gorgeous” he breathed out heavily as I rolled my head back with a pleased hum, his large hands fisting his jacket.

Shifting above him as I dropped my lips to his in a heated kiss, I grasped his leaking cock before sliding down on his hot shaft. Our mouths dropping in pleasure as he stretched me to the brink of pain.

Fuck I could never get enough of him.

Fisting his hair with a desperate whine I rolled my hips taking him in deep slow strokes. His mouth hanging open in pleasure as his eyes remained shut.

“shit!… ahh…mmff-fuck… Lucy…” he grunted softly with a wince as I squeezed my muscles around him. Sliding my hand down his face I smiled rolling my hips in a tight figure eight “what Negan?”

He grunted roughly as he grit his teeth, his hands digging into my hips in a bruising hold. His pelvis jerking up against mine as his open belt jingled against our moving bodies, a strained moan escaping my lips to puff out against his.

“Oh god N-Negan…ohhh shit!!” I couldn’t stop the pathetic whimpers chasing my pleasure filled ramblings As my eyes rolled back in my head. Pulling me close, his lips sucked deep red marks against my neck as he grunted in exertion.

Jerking against him with a breathy laugh as he nipped at the spot behind my ear, I tugged on his hair so I could give him a sloppy kiss. Our heavy groans mixing together as our still partially clothed bodies writhed against one another.

Planting my feet on the floor I pressed in against him harder as he growled beneath me “fuck, shit…baby we gotta…” he gripped my hips as he wiggled underneath me.

Sucking against his neck as his fingers dug into my skin I bit his neck making him groan.

Slapping his hand down on my ass he chuckled as I squealed out in surprise, my carrying laugh muffled against his lips as he suddenly got to his feet.

I gasped gripping his shoulders as he continued to place open mouthed kisses down my neck.

Keeping me steady with one large hand on my ass, he grabbed the container of strawberries before making his way to my room. Stumbling over something on the floor he chuckled as I gasped, fisting his hair with a breathy laugh as he kicked my door open.

Pulsing within me, Negan faltered slightly as I sucked against his neck before dropping me to the mattress. The sudden loss of him inside me made me whimper in protest, my bare legs rubbing together as he bit his lip humming in approval.

“You’re too damn perfect for me ya know that?”

I smiled, my hands resting on either side of my head as his large jacket pooled around me. My shirt riding up on my stomach leaving my bare legs and dripping center on display as he dropped the container on my bedside table, crawling in over me.

Sitting up on his knees he fisted the lapels of his jacket pulling me to his lips in a passionate kiss, our lips molding together in loud wet smacks. Letting him hold my weight I giggled as he released the leather letting me flop back onto the bed, his rough voice making me tremble with need.

“Take that shit off baby” he breathed out heavily gesturing to me with his long fingers.

Sitting up I quickly slid his jacket off as he kicked off his pants and shirt. My fingers yanking my shirt from my torso as he tossed his boxers, pouncing on me with a deep growl as my legs snapped up around his waist.

Purring softly against my lips he fisted my hair as he slid back within me, his other hand kneading my breast.

Arching up beneath him I gasped with a long drawn out moan as he pulled back to thrust inside me with a rough groan.

Panting as his thrusts gained speed his teeth pulling on my earlobe, I raked my nails down his back. My hips snapping against his pelvis as I sat up beneath him, my hands clawing through his hair as he grunted.

Letting out heavy puffs of air against his face I cried out as he rammed his hips into mine, his throbbing shaft setting deep within my quivering heat as he let out a pained groan. Throwing my head back in pleasure I gripped his throat before using all my weight to roll him onto his back.

The sound of my bed creaking in protest made me giggle.

Chuckling breathlessly he gripped my hips as I continued to undulate above him, my muscles clenching around him as he clamped his eyes shut.

Placing my hands on his sweaty chest, I cried out as he slid his right hand down to trace his thumb over my sensitive clit. Negan groaned between his heavy breaths as his thrusts began to falter under my fast pace.

Grabbing a handful of my ass, he began to apply more pressure to my bundle of nerves as his legs shifted against the damp covers. My cries of pleasure echoing around the room as my nails dug into his chest, my dirty blond hair sticking to my sweaty face as the knot in my stomach finally gave way.

Screaming against his lips as my release tore through me, my folds clenched around him making him arch up against me. His large hands fisting my damp hair as he pulled my open lips to his, the kiss sloppy and breathy.

Rocking my hips against him slowly I smiled as his features tensed, the vein on his neck sticking out as he dropped to the bed with a tight grunt. His body writhing beneath me as his large hands gripped my breasts, his chest heaving as I dragged him to his release.

Gasping with a carrying groan, his eyes clamped shut as he dropped his hands to my hips holding me still as he shot ropes and ropes of hot cum into my greedy folds. His spine arching off the mattress as he grunted with each pulse of his shaft.

Negan grit his teeth as I moaned at the full feeling, his muscles pulled taught as I helped him through his release.

“S-Shit darlin” he gasped as he finally relaxed against the sheets, my head rolling back on my shoulders with a soft smile.

His sweaty hands ran up my sticky abdomen as I rolled my hips, gently milking him.

His quiet grunts trailing off as he let out a breathy laugh, his hands dragging down to rest against my hips “I-I think…ah fuck…think I’m pretty fuckin empty baby”.

I giggled dragging my folds up his shaft one last time, I could feel his slick skin pulse with a throbbing jerk. His mouth dropping open as he gripped my thighs with a shuddering breath.

“oh shit”

I smiled softly caressing his sweat slicked face.

His eyes were shut, his face glistening with sweat as a lazy grin spread across his face.

Fucking beautiful.

I let out a happy sigh before reaching over to rummage through my bedside drawer, Negan purred at the movement. His hands gripping me tighter before he cracked an eye open curiously “the fuck you doin?”

I smiled licking my lips as I dragged my camera from the drawer, his eyes widening before he quickly covered his face “don’t you fuckin dare!”

I laughed grabbing his hands with a playful pout “oh come on it’s just for me, I promise…pleeease!”

He let out an annoyed huff before dropping his hands to his stomach with a soft smile.

Smiling brightly I lifted the camera to my eye moving against him slightly making his features soften once more in pleasure, the bright flash as the polaroid slid out the bottom made him chuckle.

“Better not catch that outside this fuckin room sweetheart”.

Shaking the picture I smiled “hmm no way is anyone besides me seeing you like this”. He hummed in approval as one hand slid back up my waist while the other grabbed a strawberry from the container plopping it into his mouth.

Biting my lip as the image of post orgasm Negan appeared in my hands I smiled.

Happy Valentine’s Day to me.

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negansblessedbbyg · 7 years ago

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Valentine’s Letter

“Well, darling, as you know, I’m not the sentimental type at all. Writing this shit just very well might be the most tough thing I'll ever do. Anyways, Happy fucking Valentine’s Day, doll. You honestly do so many things to me, and I’m not just talking about our sexy times. Although, they’re amazing as hell, too. But on to the sappy ass shit you’re waiting for, I sit and wonder how could a woman so breathtakingly beautiful from the inside out, love a man like me? I’m nothing special. I like killing. I like the sound of a cranium being shattered to pieces. Somehow you’re okay with that. You’re okay with me being an asshole. You’re okay with Lucille, too. You’re even okay with me still loving my deceased wife who I mistreated and named my bat after. I was worse before I met you. I had multiple women; so many I couldn’t count. I only found pleasure in killings. But shit, when I first met you, I was speechless and that says a whole fucking lot. You were breathtaking; so precious that I knew God had to have molded you in his vision and replied, “ It’s a tough world but you’ll make it better.”

You sure made mine better, baby girl.

I adore the way you jump up and down so excitedly when you execute a walker perfectly, because we both know you can’t aim for shit. And the way you cuss at me whenever you’re pissed at whatever the hell I did that day, because we both know you don’t enjoy cussing like I do. I love that precious smile that lights up a room. I admit, I’ve gotten onto a lot of my men for staring at you and admiring your beauty. Shit, even took out a few because I couldn’t bare the idea of another man loving you the way I do.

(Y/N), I love you. All the little things you do have made me fall in love with you.

When I first experienced this feeling, I was so confused. It has been ages since I’ve felt like this. I’d wake up and you were all that was on my mind. I’d see you and my heart would pound so much out of my chest that I thought I was having a motherfucking heart attack. Thanks for that, by the way. Don’t think I’ll ever recover from that. But most of all, you made me not want to harm others as much. Your soul is as vibrant and as calming as the warm sunshine on a Spring day. I love the way you wake up my old ass every morning by jumping on the bed. I love the way you make me feel, princess.

You are perfection in my tarnished and tainted eyes.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

Yours, only,

Negan.

#negan x reader #negan imagine #the walking dead negan

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band--psycho · 2 years ago

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Valentines Day Drabbles

Hello my lovely followers! 💛

So, as valentines day isn't too far away I thought I'd hop on here and say that I'm hosting a Valentines day drabble writing challenge!

The strories will be between 100 and 500 words!

You can also only choose one prompt per character request - If a prompt/trope has been crossed out it means that I have had two requests for it and will not be accepting anymore.

Below you'll find a list of prompts/tropes & characters that I would like to write for:

Prompts / Tropes:

First valenties day togehter

"Will you be my valentine?"

"I hate valentines day"

Platonic Soulmates

Angsty Valentines day

Valentines Night

Valentines day on a budget (not being able to afford expensive giftds etc)

Secret Admirerer

Working on Valentines day

Valentines day proposal

Red lipstick

Valentines day letter

Characters:

Vander

Negan

Chibs Telford

Jax Teller

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Harvey Specter

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Natasha Romanoff

Benedict Bridgerton

If you want to send in a request just send me an ask with the character and prompt/trope you want me to write the story for.

As always, thank you all for the continued support! 💛

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#valentines day drabbles #valentines day #vander imagines #negan imagines #chibs telford imagines #jax teller imagines #steve harrington imagines #robin buckley imagines #harvey specter imagines #remus lupin imagines #draco malfoy imagines #neville longbottom imagines #natasha romanoff imagines #benedict brdigerton imagines

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gutterpopcomics · 8 years ago

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