#walking dead negan jacket

[dumbasssimp]

Its alot, like multiple notebooks of oneshots/ headcanons/fics. i just need to type up. Most notebooks are completely filled, but fair warning, most are spicy (i have not posted nsfw on my blog in the like 3 years I've had it, but that's probably gonna change). Theres multiple fandoms off the top of my head i can think of Forrest gump, Cobra, Camp Cretaceous, full metal jacket, Harry Potter, the Walking Dead, breaking bad, naruto, the outsiders, etc.

These are all the fanfic notebooks:

Ps: i take x reader requests, just send a ask with a fandom (im in a lot, putting main ones in tags) and what you want to happen. I dont really have many limits unless you're a depraved perv, then i probably won't write your oneshot. I'll also write gender neutral/male/trans reader. i don't have a problem with that. Just specify, or I'll default to fem.

[elysiamus]

𝙐𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ:*

[kb11rd]

That one meme is just them actually

[grabyoursaintsandpray]

Spotted this at a patch stall last night and couldn't resist, may have to make a whole new jacket since this doesn't exactly fit in on my band one.

[leathersvogue]

Dean Negan The Walking Dead Biker Jacket

Step into the world of The Walking Dead with the Dean Negan Biker Jacket, exclusively available at Leathers Vogue. Inspired by the iconic character Negan, this jacket is a must-have for fans of the show and anyone who appreciates a tough, rebellious style. Crafted from premium-quality leather, the jacket captures the essence of Negan’s rugged persona with its sleek, edgy design.

[lucilleslore]

just as i think i couldn’t like negan anymore he goes and saves judith in a snow storm :’)

[angelx1992]

[aliidarling]

the less i know the better pt. 2

RICK GRIMES x fem!reader x DARYL DIXON

part 1

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable

summary: everything is fun but then u try and run away... they arent very happy :(

tags: nsfw obvi, p in v, forced entry kinda, double penetratrion, degrading, humiliation, anal, throat-fucking, creampie, manipulation, face slapping, mean rick and daryl, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap...)

nsfw content below !!

They kidnapped you. Were you really gonna let them Stockholm syndrome you into staying? That would be pathetic-- Plus, Negan would kill you. He’s probably already sending other soldiers out to find out where you were. You hoped he wouldn’t be on your ass about your disappearance when you got back.

Because you would get back. You’d make sure of it. It didn’t matter if they were so gentle with their hands and how they kissed you. In the end, they were from Alexandria and Negan wanted them dead.

You tried to keep these thoughts in mind as you swiftly snuck out of the house, light on your toes. You held your breath. It was late at night in Alexandria, the streets empty, and the subtle sounds of zombies gnarling outside of the walls the only thing audible for miles.

It was chilly. You hugged your thin jacket around you a little tighter, glancing around cautiously. You carefully walked towards the back of a few houses. After being here for some time, you had managed to pick up on some clues and hints on how to get out of here.

Just a few days ago you came across Carl and Enid sneaking out of the gates by climbing it and dropping down onto the other side. You thought it was dangerous, but anything to get out of here, right.

Placing a foot on the gate and your hand on one of the ridges, you started to shakily climb it. You felt the small creaking noises, making your heart thud.

Don’t fall, don’t fall, you thought to yourself. Being found dead after sneaking off would be very embarrassing.

You had barely climbed a few feet when someone’s hard grip clasped around your ankle and yanked you down aggressively, making you let out a loud high-pitched squeak.

The man manhandled you over his shoulder. You heard his grunt and immediately knew who it was, even if all you could see was his back. You struggled over his shoulder, thrashing.

“Let— Let me go!” You screech.

“Shut the hell up.” He growls darkly, slapping your ass as a way to silence you. Your squeak makes his grip harden, and he turns towards his house and starts walking.

“You’re so ungrateful.” Rick says lowly. His voice sends shivers down your spine. You had never heard him sound so mean. He had his moments in the last few weeks where he had gotten angry with you, yes, but you could tell this was different.

“You kidnapped me!” You yelled back in defense, scoffing at his audacity. You thrashed harder, kicking your feet and trying to get free of his hold. You manage to kick him in the gut, which makes him brutally slap your thigh after he lets out a grunt.

“Shut the fuck up, you have no idea what you’re in for. I’ve been treating you so nice, so gentle, and you go off and do this shit?!”

You glared at his back. “You forced me to submit to you and Daryl!”

“Like hell we did, all we did was shove a few fingers into that tiny cunt and you were moaning for us. We didn’t even have to sweet talk you, you’re just a slut at heart who’s depraved of male validation.”

Ouch.

You go silent as his words echo in your head, his vulgar language making you squirm slightly over his shoulder. Rick being the man he is, immediately notices and speeds up his walk, nearing his lawn.

“God, of course, you’re getting off on this.” He groans in annoyance. “I could beat the shit out of you and you’d be into it.” He snickers meanly. “Maybe I should.”

You let out a whine, wiggling some more. He enters his house and throws you down on his couch. He walks off to his coat rack, takes off his iconic brown jacket, tugs at his shirt collar, and sighs lowly. He swore, you were making him grow more grey hairs, and he wasn’t even that old yet!

“You’re stressing your old man out, sweetheart.” He coos mockingly, a dark glare being cast your way. You flinch and shrink on the couch, hugging your flimsy jacket around you.

“You deserve it.” You grumble. He rolls his eyes.

“Fuckin’ brat.” He mumbles.

Just a few minutes later Daryl comes barging through the door, his body language pissed. You stiffen in discomfort as his eyes come straight to yours.

“I’m sorry—“ You squeak quickly, but you’re silenced by Rick smacking your cheek. You yelp, clutching your cheek with a shocked look as you gaze up at the two men.

They both stare down at you with scowls and crossed arms.

“How far did she get?” Daryl grumbles, turning to Rick and giving you a stinky side-eye. You grimace.

“The gate—“ You start, only to get bonked harshly by Rick once again.

“Did he ask you? I don’t think so.” He glared. “Now shut the hell up, girl.” They both turn away and start exchanging whispers and growls. They were both pissed at you, you could tell. You didn’t know what to do.

After another few minutes, they both slowly turn to you again. This time, a different glint was in their eyes. One you recognized. You shivered as you started to lean back slightly, your frown deepening. They notice and snicker in amusement, Rick coming to grab your shoulders and push you down onto the floor.

You yelp loudly, your knees knocking against the floor as you stumble and land on your hands and knees.

“Stop it, that hurts!” You pout, leaning your weight on your thighs as you sit on your heels. Rick grabs your hands and pulls them behind you. You squirm in discomfort.

“Ouch.” You grumble. Daryl walks in front of you and starts unbuckling his belt. Your eyes widen, and in seconds you’re face to face with his large bulge. You gulp nervously, looking up at him through his lashes.

“You want me to…”

“Yeah, ya’ stupid bitch, it ain’t that hard. C’mon.” He huffs. You resist rolling your eyes at his language, frowning up at him before looking back down at the bulge shoved in your face.

You attempt to pull your hands from Rick to pull his boxers down, but his grip on your wrists tightens.

“How the hell do you expect me to suck you off when I can’t even move?!” You say with an exaggerated tone. This was so damn annoying. You couldn’t give the man the blowjob he was asking for because of him and he was getting angry?

“Figure it out,” Rick says from behind you. You hear the sound of Ricks's belt unbuckling, and the feeling of hard leather wrapping around your wrist.

“This is not fair, at all—“ You whine loudly as you squirm and tug at the restraint, your face still shoved in his boxers. You yelp when you find yourself getting slapped by Daryl. Your bottom lip trembles as you look up at him. That was mean.

“Shut up before I force it down your throat, lil’ girl. Now use your teeth to pull down mah’ boxers, hmm? Or are you too stupid to do that?” He scoffs, his hands coming to grab at the sides of your face and press your nose into the fabric of his boxers.

Your nose scrunches up as he does this, a frown painting your expression. You hesitantly bite at the waistband, struggling but eventually managing to pull them down just enough for his cock to spring out.

“You don’t have to be so mean about it.” You mutter to yourself, leaning closer and giving his tip a little kiss. His breath hitched, a snigger leaving his throat.

“Ya’ think you deserve gentle treatment after that stunt you jus’ pulled?” Daryl glanced at Rick with a look in his eyes, seeking approval for something. Rick, who was now kneeling behind you and starting to unbutton your jeans, nodded.

Before you could speak another word, Daryl’s large hands cup your head and start to push it down on his cock. “Lips around teeth, yeah, just like that, now c’mon, nice and easy, don’t want you to puke all over my cock.” He mumbles, eyes narrowing as he sees his cock slowly disappear into your mouth.

Your protests all go muffled as you feel him filling your mouth, your gag reflex having your nose scrunch and eyes water. Rick from behind you starts to shove his hand down your pants, rubbing at your thin panties. You let out a surprised yelp at the feeling, which makes Daryl groan at the vibration.

“Oh yeah, see— I knew you were just a lil’ cock hungry, now you got cock down your fuckin’ throat and you’re all better, right? Not gonna run away anymore, right? Shake your head for me, baby.” He coos mockingly as he starts to bob your head up and down forcefully.

Tears well up more as you give him a shaky nod, barely holding it together as you feel his head hit the back of your throat. You start to gag.

Rick from behind you stops his rubbing on your clothed-pussy and whispers in your ear, his hand coming to rub your throat.

“Easy now, sweetheart. Relax your throat.” He hums. You try your best to relax, squeezing your eyes shut as some gags leave you. Eventually, you relaxed enough for Daryl to start thrusting his cock into your mouth smoother, back and forth.

Daryl throws his head back, groaning at the way your throat hugged his cock.

“Jesus Christ, fuckin’— throat is like a vice.” He scoffs, his eyes barely open as he starts to thrust more hard. Your body squirms but is immediately held back down by Rick. His hands shove themselves back down your pants, going to rub at your clit.

While Daryl uses your mouth like a glory hole, Rick is snickering at how wet you are. His fingers glide across your panties towards the damp spot. You flinch at the contact and try to pull away from his wandering hands, blushing intensely.

Daryl’s grip on your head tightens as he feels you squirm. He somehow forced his cock deeper, making you let out a muffled cry. Tears stream down your cheeks at the intrusion in your throat, being fucked relentlessly.

Eventually, he cums in your mouth and pulls back with a low groan. He stares down at you, pumping his semi-hard on in front of your panting face. You use this time to breathe in deeply, trying to grab onto every breath of air you can take.

“No more, please—“ You whimper, blinking up at him. He doesn’t listen to you and pumps himself for a few more seconds before finishing all over your face again. You gasp as his cum squirts onto your expression, your nose scrunching up. You shrivel up, mouth twitching.

Rick holds back a laugh at how pathetic you look. He turns to the side to grab a towel, handing it to you with a condescending pat on the head.

“That was just humiliating, man.” He shoves Daryl’s shoulder, the both of them staring at you. You sat on the floor on your knees, drying the cum and tears off your face as you tremble, coughing every few seconds.

“Girl deserved it.” Daryl huffs. He glanced at you, Rick, and then motioned towards you. Rick smiles and nods. He quickly comes up to you, picking you up by your armpits. You yelp, dropping your towel and squirming. He picked you up so easily.

“Hey—“ You weakly protest before getting silenced by the large man carrying you. They both drag you into Rick's bedroom, setting you down on the bed.

You barely have time to do anything before their hands are all over you, Rick pulling your jeans and panties down in one go while Daryl’s sticky hands grasp your chin and pull you in for a kiss. You’re being manhandled and fondled, squirming and trying to pull away before eventually kissing back.

Rick's hands pull down his jeans, a large bulge in his boxers. The view of your throat getting brutally fucked must have made him hard, no surprise about that.

Daryl sits himself against the headboard, his large hand pumping his now fully hard cock, his other hand patting his lap.

“Bring er’ here, facing me. Wanna see that pretty face.” He says. Rick plops you down onto Daryl’s lap. You had forgotten about the belt around your wrists, but when you attempted to tug at your hands to wrap them around Daryl’s neck, you were pleasantly surprised. You grimaced.

“I’ve been good, c’mon, just untie me, please.” You attempted to plead with puppy eyes, feeling Rick from behind you grab your shirt and bunch it above your chest. He wasn’t able to fully pull it off because of your wrists so he just compromised.

“Shut up before we gag you.” Rick scoffs. He sits behind you, his hands coming to spread your legs.

“Should I use lube?” Rick says to Daryl. Daryl blinks before grumbling.

“Yeah, don’t wanna tear her ass apart.” He snickers.

Your heart drops as you start to squirm and protest..

“W-Wait, what? You’re not going in my ass! Please don’t!” You whine. Daryl grabs your head and shoves it into his chest, your voice going muffled. You let out a cry as he uses his hand to raise your hips and position your pussy above his hips, sliding you down gently. He shushes your whimpers and cries as you feel your walls get stretched out without prep.

The only lube provided was your natural slickness, and in the end, even with how wet you were, you were no match for his girth. Your thighs tensed as he slowly bottomed out inside your tight cunt. His head leans back against the headboard with a heavy sigh, blissed out from how snug you were wrapped around him.

Tears come back from the burn in your lower body, trembling. Your voice shakes, pleading quietly as Rick behind you spreads your butt cheeks and prods at your pucker. You flinch and curl into Daryl’s chest, shaking. He giggled and brushed his hand through your hair, his other hand holding your hips down.

“Don’t—“ You’re silenced by Daryl’s lips on your own. Your protests are muffled as you lean into the kiss slightly, your wrists sore from the harsh restraints.

“Tight fuckin’ ass,” Rick grumbles from behind you. You hear something squirt, before yelping when something cold is pressed against your pucker. You shudder, pussy tightening around Daryl, making him groan in ecstasy.

“Don’t make er’ cry even more, as cute as it was we don’t wanna damage any internal bits.” Daryl snickers against your lips. You whine.

“How about you just don’t go in my—“ You’re silenced by the feeling of a thick cock starting to enter your tight hole, eyes widening in the pain. You squeal loudly, trying not to sob from the pain but failing. You had never had anything in that hole, and now there was a man behind you forcing himself deep into it.

“Good girl, just take it, you deserve this.” Daryl hushes you gently as you mewl from the stretch, your body tensing. Rick groans from behind you, his hands tight around your waist, holding you down as he slowly but surely bottoms out.

Once he’s fully buried inside you, they go still, watching as you sniffle and let out tiny cries. You were shaking from the intrusion, lips pressed together tightly as you did your best not to let out any sobs. You failed. Being stuffed with two cocks in both holes, front and behind, was overwhelming and you had no idea how to even cope with something like this. The last time you even had intercourse with someone was months ago— and it was some smelly Negan lackey who was looking to get his dick wet, and you were just really desperate for relief.

Rick's hands massage your waist tenderly, humming into your ear as he feels your tight hole clench down on him. He lets out a raspy groan, readjusting his hips with a little shift and making you yelp at the friction. He holds back a laugh.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He cooed mockingly, grinning at Daryl. They both stared at your shaky body, before tightening their grips and starting to slowly thrust. Your eyes widened at the feeling of them both sliding in and out simultaneously. Your eyes squeeze shut as your lips fall agape, producing moans at how full you feel. Each time one would pull out, the other would shove themselves to the hilt.

“You’re not gonna run away, ya’? You love these cocks too much, stupid lil’ slut.” You couldn't even tell which one was saying what anymore, your brain all mushy and your body like putty in their hands. You let an incoherent cry in response. They both chuckle.

“She's braindead, what a dumb little bitch.” Daryl laughs at you as he starts to thrust harder up into your cunt, humming happily at the sounds he was forcing you to produce. He tightens his hold on you so he can have more leverage, leaning back and groaning. It felt so good. The other man behind you grabs the back of your head, pulling your hair back as his thrusts start to gain speed.

Soon enough, both of them were making you sob from pleasure as they wrecked you, battering your insides from every angle. Rick had his hand wrapped around you to rub at your clit, the other one holding your hips firmly.

Daryl passionately kissed you, groaning as he thrust upwards into your dripping hole, his hands fondling your breasts roughly. He pulled and tugged at your nipples, making your arch deepen.

“Oh, o-oh, please, I’m gonna—“ You choked out, tears painting your flushed cheeks, tugging weakly at your restraint. Rick pulled at your hair harder, groaning at how your walls tightened around him.

“You wanna cum? Hmm? Promise you won’t be a stupid brat and try to run away again?” He sneers, pressing his chest firm against your back, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his cock twitching as he felt his orgasm start to near.

Your words were sloppy itself, whimpering incoherent rambles of words, desperate for a release.

“Y-Yes— Yes— p-promise!” You whined into Daryl’s chest, sobbing and shaking as they held you tightly and smothered you with their bodies. You were sandwiched completely, full, and happy.

“We find you running away again, we’ll slut you out for hours and force our cocks in every hole you have, got it? Don’t be an idiot, nod like a good girl.” Daryl huffs, pushing your head into his chest and silencing your moans and sobs. Your dumb little noises and pleas have them both snickering.

“C’mon then girl, we don’t got all day.”

Rick's fingers rubbing at your clit intensely, Daryl twisting your nipples, and their cocks shoved so deep in you eventually have you clenching down and spasming around them. You cum hard on Daryl’s cock with a loud mix of a cry and moan, quivering.

Just shortly after, they both finish in you, watching their juices drip out of your abused holes as they slowly pull out. Their eyes flicker to your face and how you were completely limp, lying on Daryl’s chest for support.

“Good girl, baby, took us so well. We’re so proud of ya’.” Daryl gently wraps his arms around you, smiling darkly at how they both ruined you. He motions to Rick to grab a pair of clothes and a towel for you.

Seconds later, Rick carefully took you from Daryl’s arms. He scooped you up and sat you down on the edge of the bed, spreading your thighs with a pat and wiping you off with a bathroom towel.

“How ya’ feeling?” Rick hums softly, smiling at you. It was like a complete switch from how they were just brutally fucking you.

“Tired.” You mumble lamely.

You hear a small chuckle leave both of them. Daryl gets off the bed to pull his clothes back on, but not before untying your wrists and pressing a sweet kiss to your red bruise. You frown as you gently rub your sore wrists, wincing.

“Sorry sweetheart, but that’s what you get when you decide to be all brave and run. But you learned your lesson, didn’t you?” Rick says sweetly. You smile weakly and mutter a shaky, “Yes sir.”, before raising your hands when he says so.

He slides one of his cotton tee shirts onto you. He smiles at the adorable sight of you and cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a small kiss. He then squished your cheeks as you let out a little whine, pressing kisses all over your soft skin and nose.

“Let’s get ya’ in bed, probably so tired. Poor baby.” He whispers softly to you, tugging on one of his pair of boxers before picking you up once again, carrying you to his bed, and tucking you in.

You lay there still, frowning as you were babied by the two men. You didn’t know what to say. You liked the feeling of them taking care of you, but the reminder of the situation you were in sent goosebumps down your back. They had kidnapped you and forced you to stay with them.

This was so fucked up. But what could you do? A part of you was starting to like them.

“Goodnight, baby.” Daryl ruffles your hair, climbing into the bed and nuzzling his face into your chest. Rick spoons you from behind, his legs tangled with yours.

“Night.” You say quietly, with no energy to speak up.

You had nowhere to run.

guys can u tell i’ve never had it up my ass

[renren-006]

Gates | Daryl Dixon x Fem Reader

plot: (not in the TWD timeline) you get taken, but you come back alive after they thought you were dead or Daryls been in love with you and he tells you when he sees you again at the gate

WARNING: VIOLANCE! ANGST!

A/n: i got inspired for a little comfort-hurt story so here it is! the gif is you and daryl!

Word count: 908

taglist: @rosecentury

They had come when no one expected them to. The war with Negan was over. Daryl and yourself had been settling back into life, not saying what the other was thinking. The two of you continued to live in Carol's house, avoiding the hallway connecting your rooms.

The day they came started like any other, Daryl was already gone and you were just getting ready for the day. Carol's frantic scrambling up the stairs to your door broke you from your thoughts. 

“People are here,” Carol said, panicking in her eyes. This situation had not happened in years. 

“What kind of people?” you asked, your question was answered by a rapid sound of a gun going off. Your gaze went to the window, slowly you pulled the curtain back seeing men walking through your home with guns. This was bad. “You need to make sure Rick's kids are safe first. Michonne isn't here!”

“What will you do?” Carol asked as we crept out into the hallway. 

“What I always do, shoot first, ask questions later, '' you told her, grabbing your gun out of the closet and strapping your knife belt on. You both were cautious of the noise you made and the windows you walked by. You looked into Daryl's room as you passed, not knowing it would be the last time you would see the look of it in a while.

{Darlys POV}

He walked back into Alexandria; the gate had been left open, and the tower was in ashes. He looked at the people sitting on the sidewalk, blood on everyone. Darlys head was swimming with thoughts about what happened and why there was blood and bodies piled up. He noticed Carol down the street with Rick's kids. He made his way over, 

“Will this happen’?” he asked Carol once he made his way back over. His head was still swimming, the scent of blood strong. He looked around for you, the one person he wanted to see after a long day out. 

“I'm sorry, Daryl,” Carol said, her eyes shining with tears. The kids under her arms looked frightened. 

“Whatcha sorry for?” he said, wondering why she was apologizing and where exactly you were. “Where's y/n?” Daryl kept looking for your eyes, your smile to tell him everything was okay

“I'm sorry,” she said again, folding further into the kids. The others came over, sadness all over their faces. 

“Where the hell is Y/N!” he yelled. Darly ran into the house, searching everywhere for your figure. When he came back out, his family was there. He saw something in one of their hands, your jacket. He walked down to it, taking it gingerly in his hands.

“She…she saved us, Daryl,” they told him. She went with them, and they promised to leave when she did.” Tears were in his eyes now, falling onto your jacket, which still smelled of you. He clung to it as he walked back into the house. 

No one spoke to him for weeks. No one spoke of you.

{Your pov} 

You stumbled out of their compound, covered in blood, guts, and sweat. You wore ripped black fishnets, a lacy black dress, and a jacket you tore off one of the dead men inside their base. You found your boots hidden away and put them on in place of the heels you were made to wear the past weeks you walked around for these men. You remember the touches, the eyes, and the rule that you were not to be taken advantage of. The men wanted a plaything to dress up, do their household chores, and walk around half-naked for their enjoyment. You knew the more you avoided their advancements, the worse it would be for you. You knew the more you avoided them, the worse it was for the other girls that had given in. You knew you had to escape, not without making sure they would never come back first.

You killed every man in that compound; many tried to fight you, and others didn't know it ever happened. You survived the fighters, only leaving with a few scrapes and a badly injured leg. You didn't care, you couldn't, you needed to get home. 

{3rd pov}

The gates to Alexandria opened, and a woman, bloodied and battered, stumbled in. She was not a walker. She was a survivor. Rosita was stationed to watch the gate the day she arrived back. Tears formed in her eyes. 

“Y/N back!” she yelled down to the gate, towards the others. “Someone get Daryl”

Y/N walked in through the gate, exhaustion hitting her as she stumbled and fell to the ground. Rosita dashed to her side, water in hand. Thudding footsteps could be heard on the pavement, and Y/N looked up at the sound. Daryl was racing towards them, and Y/N got back up and was swept into his arms. The others were coming around the bend, happy that one of their own was back. 

“Are you alright?’” He asked, that accent heavy. Daryl was happy she was back, checking over her skin, seeing the cuts and bruises and the telltale signs that her leg might be in worse shape than she had let on. 

“Better now that I'm home,” She told him. Her voice was horse from the heat and no water as she reached the highway back. 

“Y/N,” Daryl said slowly. The two of them held each other's eyes. “I can't lose you again. Ya hear me?” She smiled; in her own way, she knew what he was trying to say to her. 

“I hear you,” she responded. Nodding and putting their foreheads together.

“I love ya,” he said to her. “Don't you dare leave me again’” 

“I promise, Daryl,” she told him, pulling him close again.

[mommycitas]

Hi!! would you pls write some negan x fem!reader? i love angst so maybe the prompt “this is gonna hurt but you need to be quiet okay doll?”

A/N; thank you for the req!!! I wasn't really sure what situation you wanted for the prompt so me being me it's gonna be sum smut ToT !! But if that isn't what you wanted,(I'm so so sorry if that's the case btw ToT) feel free to re-req and specify the situation you wanted and any other further details!!

summary; After being found by some of the Saviors, you are brought to Negan where he gives you a offer of a lifetime.

pairing; Negan x Virgin!fem!reader

Pronouns/Name; She/Her , Y/N

Warning; Age gap (reader in early 20s, Negan in early 40s) Swearing and such, Negan being Negan, sexual comments, semi-public sex(inside a storage closet), taking of virginity, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, thoughts of cunnilingus and sex. breeding kink if you squint hard enough. NOT PROOF READ !!

Word count; 1.7k

!! MINORS DISCOURAGED !!

You run through the woods, dodging trees, vines, and bushes. You look over your shoulder to see a large group of zombies chasing you. You lost all your handheld weapons and ran out of ammo for your gun, so you had no choice but to run.

You had been running for what seemed like 30 minutes until you couldn't seem them anymore. You leaned against a tree to try and rest. You grabbed your bad off your shoulder and reached inside to get some water, finding you had nothing but empty bottle you angrily toss all your belongs on the ground.

"Fuck!!" you practically screamed. Hearing a branch snap from the tree behind you, you realized the error of your ways. Standing silently, breathless, you waited for whatever was there to pass. After a minute or two you turn around the tree to see if you can see anything. Before you could even see anything or one, you felt something hard smash against your head and everything went black.

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Slowly waking up, you open your eyes to darkness. Laying on the cold floor of a broom closet it seems like. "Oh well fuck me." You groan to yourself before steadily trying to stand up. Kicking on the door a few times "Let me out!!" you yell. You go to kick one more time before the door swings open. A man with stringy blonde hair and half his face had a nasty scar on it. "Where am I?" you demand "Be quiet" he groans at you. He backs up and a few men walk over, most of them holding guns and such. "Come with me" he groans yet again. Following him, you see the kind of place you're in. It seems to have been a factory before the old times maybe?

It's full of people and children. You haven't seen anywhere like this in so long. A feeling of euphoria brushes over you when you suddenly walk into the same man you were following. "Watch where you're going, we're here." He opens a door and shoves you in before closing the door again.

You looked around the room shocked at what you were seeing. You couldn't believe something like this existed in a time like this. Doing a little spin to look around you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. A tall man wearing a leather jacket was standing behind you. "Here doll, sit down." He ushered you to the two couches sitting face to face on the side of the room. taking a quick seat, he follows and does the same. "Hi, I'm Negan." you smile at the introduction "I'm Y/N."

"Welcome to the sanctuary!" he had such enthusiasm in his voice, it was nice to hear after months of only having hearing zombie groans. "Sorry, my men were so brute with you. They saw you in the woods and thought you needed help." "So they knocked me out?" he didn't respond to that, only giving you a weird look. "Now. If you want to stay here, you have to work for your place. So I'm gonna break it down for you, in four choices. One: You wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two: You get out of that nasty little cell you woke up in, you work for points, but you're gonna wish you were dead. Or three: You work for me, you get yourself a brand new pair of shoes and you live like a king. Or." He paused and examined your facial expressions.

"Number four. You become one of my wives and don't work a day in your life, get whatever you want, and get screwed by me every night!" You just stared at him blankly, not knowing if he was joking or not "Cat got your tongue?" he laughed "One of your wives? Plural?" the thought of that made you feel sick, but you've had it so hard for months, not having to do anything sounded kind of nice. "Hell yeah! You know, you are super hot and I'd love to be pounding into you already." "That's gotta be a joke, right? This whole thing is a joke? All four options?"

He just let out a low belly laugh that sent shivers down your spine. "Let me show you doll." before you knew it he was leading you down a corridor swinging around a baseball bat. The first spot was "door number 1" as he would say. You watched as men in sacks fight with walkers chained to a fence. You look at Negan and shake your head "I'm not one for manual labor." One by one she shows you the next two locations. None of them really resinated with you, like you've said you don't really like doing work. That was until he showed you a room where four beautiful girls wearing cocktail dresses sat, laughed, and drank. When you walked into the room they all gave you a look. Negan explained what being a wife meant and the perks and rules of it was. But you weren't sure what to do or even if you should stay.

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You sat in the dark cold room you woke up in. Thinking all the situations over, you thought about Negan. About how good his salt and pepper beard would feel against the inside of your thighs when he's face first in your cunt. While you were a virgin and you've never even tried to touch yourself, you had a good idea of sex and foreplay. You thought about how good Negan would look naked, pounding into you. You felt your pussy throb at the thought.

Before you knew it you were pounding on the door yelling for Negan. After a minute he threw the door open "Jesus doll! Are you dying in here? Lucky I was just passing by." he laughs before being interrupted by you aggressively placing your hands on his chest "Please Negan, I need you, I want to be your wife, take me please." you look up at him and see his eyes are already blown with a lustful fog. "I've been waiting for you to say that since I laid eyes on your tight ass." his lips crash onto yours before you have the chance of even considering changing your mind. He closes the door, the only light coming from the small lantern on the floor he had brought in. He pushes you against the wall making quick work on the button of your cargo shorts, dropping them on the floor, leaving you your underwear.

He rubs you through the material, feeling how wet you already are for him, feeling him smirk against your lips. In one quick motion he tugs off your underwear and rubs your clit. You moan against him before pulling away. "Negan.. umm I'm a virgin." you embarrassingly reveal "Holy shit. Been a while since I plowed a virgin, this should be fun." He plunged one finger into you, gaging your reaction and never removing eye contact. You squeak and your head falls into the crook of his neck, feeling a kind of pleasure you've never known before, quickening his pace you become more slick by the second. He kisses you on the top of the head before continuing "I'm gonna add another finger, ok doll?" you nod in response. Feeling him stretch you out, you let out a cry. He pumps his digits in and out of you while nipping at your ear. Just as you feel that knot in your stomach start to form, he removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, you whine in protest. But before you can protest more, he grabs your shoulder and turns you around, pressing your face against the harsh cold wall. Using his free hand he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, grabbing his cock out of his boxers. "This is gonna hurt but you need to be quiet ok doll?" he whispers in your ear while rubbing his tip from your entry to your clit back and forth. He lines his tip up with your opening and slowly pushes himself in about half the way.

The strange change from absolute pleasure to the feeling of your cunt ripping in half made you loudly cry out. "Doll, I told you, you need to be quiet. Anyone that walks by could hear you." he says while covering your mouth with his rough palm. You stare up at him through the glossy coating covering your eyes. He continues pushing himself into you until he's skin to skin. You had never felt such pain yet such pleasure in your life. He soaks inside you for a minute to let you adjust to being so stretched out. You nod to the best of your abilities, letting him know he can continue. At first he starts slowly, rocking his hips gently back and forth in and out of you. After a minute or two of this he removes the grip on your shoulder and replaces it on your hip and starts going harder and faster. Violently crashing into you at a quickening pace making a dull smacking noise. You moan in a muffled tone into his palm. Drool sneaking past his calloused grip flowing down your chin. A minute into this you feel that same knot tighten inside your core. Negan could tell by your mannerisms that you were close and you could tell too. Tears streaming down your face you let out one final loud moan that even muffled would be loud enough for anyone near to hear, you released all over Negans large cock. With your cunt tightening around him, he was teetering over the edge.

With a few more sloppy uncoordinated thrusts you feel his cum all inside you. Ropes of warmth shooting up and inside you. He quickly pulls out and pulls up your underwear, leaving you sitting in his semen. You both adjust yourselves and throw your clothes on before leaving the closet.

You were filled with such a happy euphoria hand in hand with Negan. "Now lets go get your sexy little ass one of those hot ass black dresses."

[lanadelnegan]

Ooh girl! Loving your work! I had an idea of a smutty fic with JDM himself. Maybe something with him being scared of showing his jealous side because the reader is his younger girlfriend but can’t help it when a man flirts with her

THANK U THANK U. A jealous JDM? I can do that hehe.

Jealousy, Jealousy

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, semi-public sex, car sex (riding), a jealous, possessive jdm, age-gap relationship

A/n: I didn’t even mean for this to turn into such daddy-kink, but it did towards the end. So I hope you’re into that. 🥵

"Can I buy you a drink?" A younger, blonde man smirks next to me.

"Oh, no. I'm good. Thanks though."

"Come on. I insist." Before I can reject him, he plants himself in the stool next to me before motioning to the bartender.

"Um, I -"

"Excuse me, you mind grabbing this pretty lady here another.. On me." He asks the bartender before smiling at me again.

"Names Drew." He tilts his head back swallowing his drink.

"Drew, I'm.. here with someone."

"Nice to meet you, here with someone." He says jokingly as if that's my name but I ignore his lame attempt.

"Look baby, if you are here with someone, where is he?" His head tilts to the side at me and I raise my eyebrows, clearing my throat as I look past him at the much taller man standing behind him.

The bartender places the drink in front of me as soon as Drew turns and notices Jeffrey standing behind him.

"Wow, thanks for the drink man." Jeffrey's large hand grabs Drew's shoulder roughly and I watch his fingers squeeze until the veins on his hands become even more visible.

Drew visibly cringes in pain at the touch and watches Jeffrey finish the drink he ordered me in two gulps.

"I'm more of a whiskey guy, though." Jeffrey smiles at him arrogantly, wiping the corner of his mouth before slamming the glass down on the bar. Drew tries his best to put on the tough guy act but I can see the fear behind his eyes.

"Sorry man, she didn't say she was here with her dad." He glares at Jeffrey.

I make a "yikes" face, showing my teeth and shaking my head. Poor Drew, this isn't gonna end well for him.

Jeffrey chuckles in his face, keeping eye contact with him, and my legs clench a little watching his "Negan" side come out.

We've only been dating for a couple months now, and while I'm sure our age-gap is strange to other people, Jeffrey and I couldn't be happier. I've always dated men my age, but men in their young 20's don't know how to treat a woman. Jeffrey is so good to me.. in every way imaginable.

I've never seen this protective, jealous side of him.. but I think I like it.

"Daddy.." I interrupt. "why won't this weirdo leave us alone?" I talk in a baby voice to Jeffrey, mocking Drew for calling him my dad.

"Wait.. I.. I know you. You play that asshole in the walking dead... Can't fucking stand him." Drew huffs at him.

"Y/n, baby, go wait for me in the car." Jeffrey demands.

Before I go to leave, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss Jeffrey's cheek slowly, glancing at Drew who looks like smoke could come out of his ears any second. Freak.

"That's fucking gross, you know that right?" Drew calls after me as I walk away. "He could be your grandpa! Bet he can't even get it up."

Before I can open the door to leave, I hear a loud bang from behind me. I turn to see Jeffrey's hand bring Drew's blonde head up from the bar top he just slammed it against. "Dude you just broke my fucking nose! Drew wipes the blood from his face.

"Babe, stop!" I call out.

Jeffrey glances at me, still firmly gripping the back of Drew's hair.

"You're lucky my girls watching, or I'd break more than that." He grits out next to his ear.

I've never seen him make that face.. and it does something to me. He looks so hot and.. unhinged.

"Car. NOW." Jeffrey says in my direction as he tosses the blonde man on the ground. He grabs his leather jacket and follows me to the car. We both get in, staying silent for a moment as I try to register what happened.

He sighs, dropping his head and gripping his knuckles around the steering wheel. "Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have act-"

Before he can finish, I'm climbing on top of him like a dog in heat, slamming my lips against his while lifting my black dress until it's bunched around my waist., revealing my red thong. The seat is pushed far enough back to allow me room to comfortably sit in his lip. His mouth parts open and my tongue swipes across his. Fuck, his mouth tastes so good.

I bite his bottom lip when I pull away, letting my fingers tangle through his salt and pepper hair. His hands firmly grab my ass as I grind myself desperately against him. I'm so wet I'm pretty sure he'll have a spot on his jeans. I take his semi-hard cock out of his black jeans and stroke it twice before he's solid in my hand.

The best thing about being with an older man? The size of his cock and the way he knows how to use it. It's big enough to where the tip reaches just above his belly button as it stands against him and my mouth waters at the sight. I lift myself up, wasting no time due to my throbbing pussy needing him so badly, and gently slide down his length. His head drops back slightly as he watches me through lust-filled eyes.

"Fuck, baby. That's it." He talks me through it as I struggle to sit completely with him in me.

I bounce on him while he guides me up and down, squeezing my ass. He looks up at me as I start to slow down, grinding against his cock repeatedly as it hits the right spot.

“You look so fucking good riding me, baby.”

His window is cracked open a few inches and we’re parked right outside the front of the bar. The thought of getting caught makes me hotter as I moan and bite at his ear.

Just as I’m about to come, I hear the bells of the bar doors ring and look to the side, seeing Drew walk out. His nose is bandaged, so someone must have helped him out.

“We’ve got company, doll. You wanna tell him who you belong to?” Jeffrey slams me down onto his cock so hard that my vision clouds and I feel my orgasm rush through me. My mouth falls open just as I look to the side and see Drew walking past the car.

“Daddyyy!” I moan loudly, getting Drew’s attention. He looks at me disgustedly and shakes his head. I watch him angrily get in his car and drive away and smile to myself.

“Fuck. Daddy.. I’m gonna cum.” I cry out.

“Soak my fucking cock baby. Give it to me.”

I cry out louder as my walls contract around him. He kisses me hard and looks into my eyes.

“Fuck, doll. I love you.”

I stare at him wide eyed and can’t believe he just said it. I’ve known I love him since the first week we met, but I wanted him to say it first.

“I love you too, Jeffrey... I.. I want you to cum in me.” I kiss him lips softly this time and I slowly slide myself up and down on him.

He smiles up at me. “Yea? You want daddy’s cum in you, baby?”

I nod and bounce on him faster.

“Cum in my pussy, daddy. Please!”

“Baby, fuck. Fuck. Ahhh.” He moans and his dick pulses, shooting strings of hot cum deep inside me.

I stay on top of him, kissing him as he comes down from his high. His seed leaks out while his cock is still in me and I feel it run down my legs.

“I need strange men to hit on me more often.” I breathe heavily, teasing him.

“Funny, doll.” A loud smack lands on my ass. “I promise they won’t fuck like you like daddy does.”

[chelseypprimrose]

I Dare You / Negan X Reader / pre apocalypse

Summary: A game of drunken truth or dare turns into the best sex of your life.

Warnings ⚠️: daddy kink, unprotected sex/rough sex, choking, oral, spitting, slight voyerism, slight dumbification and use of degrading terms (slut ect) bfd!negan, age gap

As always, all respective parties are over age of consent ect. 🤍 *Not proof read yet*

A/N: whelp here we are again, i started rewatching the walking dead from season 7 and tell me why I had totally forgot that Negan cleans out Alexandria’s houses just to burn their mattresses right down the road from them, the more I watch the more I remember how evil he really was and it makes me giggle and kick my feet i can’t lie lol. Enjoy this little depraved story, I’m just loving writing stories where the reader is very fully aware of someone watching/walking in bc it’s just so dirty I can’t freaking cope 😂love ya’s and my requests are open as always 🤍🎀🧟‍♂️

Straightening out your dress, you walked through the wooden gate at the side of your friends house, the loud thumping beats of music and chatter blaring through your eardrums. You held a bottle of Smirnoff in your other hand, remembering the teaching from your mother about never showing up to a party empty handed, that was considered rude and insulting.

You’d left the party girl lifestyle behind, having your fun in your early twenties but mellowing out in the last year or so, finding more enjoyment in a cup of tea and a good book. Not to the extent of being anti-social, just cutting off bad habits and rethinking where you wanted to take your life. Coming fresh out college filled you with a sense of doubt and confusion, you studied heavy, dedicating your time to educating yourself but hadn’t yet found what you wanted to be in the world. No matter how much you were freaking out about your next step, you couldn’t miss your friend’s birthday party, so you’d decided to have some fun and let loose, deal with reality tomorrow instead.

Pushing those dreaded thoughts underneath the surface, plastering a smile on your face as you entered the already crowded back garden of your best friend, Natalie. You’d known Natalie for years now, exact number you couldn’t remember but through high school and many ups and downs, you’d always stayed close, spending nearly every weekend at her house. That was with her mother though, she’d recently moved in with her dad, due to domestic arguments with her mother getting too toxic. You’d only ever seen her dad twice in your life, normally when he’d pick her up after the various extra curricular activities you two enrolled in together. Negan.

Such a unique name, you’d thought when you first laid your eyes on him. How anyone could give him up would be a mystery to you, from your limited interactions he’d always been sweet to you. Offering to drop you home as well but always denying, not wanting him to drive out of his route just for you. Those polished, pearly teeth gleaming at you when he asked, practically making you melt right there on the spot. You’d cursed yourself for manifesting a little crush on the man, who was your best friends dad, the forbidden attraction. The way he’d sit lazily in the driver side, his large hands gripping the steering wheel, your mind wandering to thoughts of what they would be like gripped around your dainty neck. The black bikers jacket he’d always wear even in scorching temperatures, fitting his frame just right.

“Hey hey girl, how are you?” She wrapped you into a affectionate hug, her candy sweet scent hitting your nostrils, her birthday tiara shining in the sun’s beam. You reciprocated, giving a small squeeze as you released her, holding the bottle out to her. “Happy birthday, Nat. It’s been too long!” You replied as she took the bottle out of your hands, thanking you for the gift. “Come on let me get you a drink and we can catch up!” She lead you through the crowd of people, a mixed bag, some young and some old. You recognised some familiar faces from growing up, giving a small nod at those who recognised you, commenting small hellos.

Natalie motioned for you to take a seat at the rattan sofa lounger, near the side of the backyard porch, a small fire pit in the middle, keeping you toasty as your dress was a little shorter than you were used to. Negan entered through the same gate you’d come through minutes ago, returning with a crate of beer from the garage. He fought his way through the crowd, handing out the liquor to those he’d promised it too. Small ‘thank you’s in acceptance, placing the remaining bottles into a cooler with ice. Wiping his hands off with a small towel, fingers slightly numb from handling the ice, his eyes moved around the yard, silently cursing his daughter for inviting so many people to this place. His annoyance came to a halt when his eyes locked onto you, recognising your face in the sea of people. Watching you laugh with Natalie over old pictures she was showcasing to you, he’d know your laugh from a mile away.

He couldn’t help the heat that ran through his body, his jeans getting tighter as he watched your chest rising, your arms placed in front of you, making your breasts press together firmly, slight cleavage coming into show for him to memorise. You’d definitely grown up since the last time he’d seen you, taking a beer out for himself, he started sauntering over to you, discreetly adjusting himself on the way.

“Well if that isn’t who I think it is? It’s been ages doll!” He exclaimed, your head whipping around to meet his gaze. He looked similar to how he did when you’d last seen him, the only major difference being his beard being thicker and slight whiteness now peaking out of it. “Hey! Mr Smith, it’s nice to see you after all this time!” You almost purred, he loved the way that name sounded rolling off your pretty lips, that familiar heat rising to his cheeks slightly. While it sounded completely innocent to everyone around, he could tell the difference. “Oh why so formal? Call me Negan, we’re all friends here.” He grinned, those familiar pearly whites coming into view as he swiped his tongue along his lower lip lightly. “Are you ladies okay for drinks?” Natalie waved her dad off, claiming they were fine, he took his leave but not before taking one last gaze over your body, your curves almost putting him under some witchcraft spell.

It was later in the evening, the sun setting over the horizon, you’d been roped into playing a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ under the suggestion of Natalie, it being the game you played at all those sleepovers you’d had with her back in the day. You were sat with a few other girls, ones you’d recognised from high school. You weren’t best friends with any of them, not knowing them well like you did Natalie, just more so the fact they were the only girls left at the party.

You’d played it safe up to this point, only choosing truth, you decided to throw caution to the wind when your next turn came, proclaiming dare to the group.

Natalie’s eyes found yours, you could practically see the cogs turning inside her head, it got you wondering what her depraved mind was going to come up with. “I dare you to… seduce my dad.” You almost spat your drink out, eyes widening at the request, palms hot with embarrassment. “What? You actually want me to do that? Are you insane?!” You asked, a confused look sat on your face. “Not to be rude but… you aren’t his type at all, so it’s a guaranteed point for me! I’m just being strategic!” She claimed, her eyes meeting yours, goading you to back down. Your heart sank at the confession, you couldn’t understand why it stung so much, it was just a little silly crush but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit this new information made you feel a bit low. Your hurt feeling started slowly turning to slight rage, still watching Natalie as she challenged you with her eyes.

“Okay, how about we make this interesting though? $100 suit you?” You smirked, pulling a hundred dollar bill out of your purse, waving it in her face, mocking her. She returned your smirk, that goddamn egotistical smirk she got from her father, her manicured hand coming out in front of her to offer a handshake to seal the deal. “You are on, sister. You have to bring something back to the table that’s his, it’s the only way I’ll believe you.” You raised from the couch, slamming your empty cup down on the small table, taking your hair clip out, hair falling to the top of your back in loose, bouncy pin up curls. The girls watched you walk through the patio doors, sliding it to let you in before continuing on with the game.

You got into the kitchen, a few people standing around in conversations, you politely asked one of them if they had seen the man you were seeking out, answering that he’d gone up to his bedroom to change shirts, alcohol being split on him about five minutes ago. Making your way to the top floor of the house, you started trying doors, having absolutely no clue which one was his as you’d never been in the house before. You came to the last one at the end of the landing, being met with the very man you wanted to see.

There he was, shirtless in front of you, his room rather large. A four poster bed in the centre of it, black and red silk sheets with matching puffy pillows, a small door which lead into a en-suite, two bookshelves at the sides of the bed, small circle led lights above the headboard. He threw the wet t-shirt he’d taken off into the wicker laundry basket, not yet noticing that you’d entered the room. “Mr Smith? Sorry for not knocking, I need to speak to you about something.” You mumbled, the anxiety of what you were about to ask him gaining on you. He slightly jumped, a flirty grin on his face when he realised it was you who was there. You took a seat in the leather loveseat, matching the bed sheets, red and black were obviously his favourites. Your hands nervously played with the hem of your dress, his eyes wandering to your delicate fingers. “I’m all ears doll, ask away!” He says, turning his back to you as he found another t-shirt to change into, you opened your mouth to talk, nervousness managing to stop you in your tracks.

He turned back around, his face contorting into a confused look, wondering what you be needing to ask that would get you so worked up like this. “So Natalie dared me to… seduce you in our game of truth or dare. I had every intention to give it my best shot but she told me I’m not your type. W-which is fine, but I kind of bet $100 on it. Is there any chance you could give me something out of this room that I can take down to prove I did it, without actually doing it?” You awkwardly explained, your eyes not being able to meet his, if they had you would have seen the shimmer in his eyes as you cutely fumbled over your words out of embarrassment. He let out a large laugh, your face squirming, if his daughters confession made you feel bad, this was ten times worse. You felt a small tear gathering at the bottom of your eye, wanting the earth to swallow you in this moment.

It was the touch on your knee that made you look up, meeting his gaze as he knelt down to come to face level with you, Negan hadn’t bothered to put another shirt on, the low light of the room landing on his body just right, your core feeling slightly slick as his muscles tensed deep. You thought he was about to make fun of you for such a childish request, when he grabbed your chin firmly, making your head stay in position it was, looking into his eyes, not having the nerve to look away.

“Now doll, please tell me why you’d ever listen to such a fucking stupid thing like that?” He questioned, his thumb tracing your jawline slightly, still holding your chin in place. Your ears perked up, the total opposite of what you thought he was going to say coming out. “Uh, I’m not sure?” You replied, your voice not coming out as confident as you would have liked, that smirk still on his face. He was enjoying watching you squirm underneath him, his hand let go of your chin, hooking either hand around the underside of your thighs, pulling you slightly forward so your ass was half on the chair and half off. “How about I do you one better? Why don’t we actually complete the dare, huh doll? I don’t know why she’d say some crazy shit like that, probably hasn’t been paying attention to how I haven’t taken my goddamn eyes off you all night. You’ve really grown into a fine ass woman, you know that right?” You let out a slight moan, the feeling of his large hands keeping your legs spread open for him to see making your whole body electric. A vision of white panties peaking out under your dress, your new position on the seat making it rise up to your waist. “Thanks for the compliment Negan, but if… if you don’t touch me right now, I’m going to lose my mind.” You managed to make out, in broken breaths, your chest rising heavily up and down as you did, eyes wandering to his abdomen.

“Your wish is my command, pretty girl. Just relax and let daddy take care of you.” He whispered lustfully as his fingertips moved your panties to the side, showing your ever wetting slick pussy to him. He had to take a sharp breath in, nothing he’d seen was a prettier sight that this, hadn’t even imagined you looking this good, exceeding his wet dreams. He gathered saliva in his mouth, a powerful spit right on the centre of you, you whimpering in response at the degrading and dirty action. “Well, look at that! Someone likes a bit of domination doesn’t she?” He proclaimed to you, he couldn’t believe his fucking luck. You gasped as he finally took your clit into his mouth, sucking on it softly, teasing you with his devilish tongue.

He moves back to your pussy where he runs his tongue over your wet lips. You let out a deep guttural groan, as you grab large pieces of his slicked back hair, tugging him slightly, guiding him to all the places, you needed attention on. Negan continued to lick long strips down from your sensitive bud to your opening, listening to your moans and whimpers as he did. “Fu-fuck Negan! Yes, your making me feel so good.” He took his tongue of you, whining at the loss of contact. A darker look shifted on his face, more pressure as his hand dug further into your thighs. “Listen here, dollface. Tonight I’m not Negan, tonight I am daddy, you get that? Or has my tongue already made that pretty little head of yours blank?” He growled out, his tone completely like nothing you’d ever heard him sound like before, you’d truly woken the beast inside this man and you couldn’t wait for the journey. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry daddy, please put your tongue back on me, it makes me feel so fucking good!” He sinisterly grinned at you, parting your folds again and letting your juices flow down onto his tongue. He finds himself vigorously tongue fucking you as you begin gyrating on the chair, trying to push your hips into his face more, nothing mattering to you more than the pleasure he was providing, while pulling his hair with your fingers.

As he begins sucking your clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into your pussy, finding how tight you clamped around him, trying to intensify your pleasure. Negan begins to alternate between licking and sucking your clit, as you became more and more impassioned. It isn't long before you thrusted your pussy hard against his face, his beard scratching against you as your first climax washed over you, your hips bucking even more, back arched, your arms that were holding you up shaking.

“Fuck, daddy, I need you inside me now, please!” You whined, Negan hoisting you up off the now wet chair, the slick shining sun in the light of the room. He slammed your body on the bed, your head hanging off the edge of the bed, the blood rushing to your ears. “Goddamn doll, this pretty little pussy is going to be the death of me, pull that top down, I want to see those tits bounce as I fuck you dumb.” You obeyed, pulling your breasts out of your dress, the style of dress restricting you from wearing a bra, cupping them and rubbing your nipples as well. He could have bust right there and then, the image of you below him, looking like something out of a damn Playboy magazine.

He trails kisses up your body, tasting the thin layer of sweat on your skin until he reaches your mouth where he kisses your lips deeply, snaking his tongue into your mouth as he lined up at your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your folds, setting your whole body on fire, nerves standing on edge. He releases your mouth, moving to your neck, nipping and biting at it as he finally stretched you out, filling you up nicely.

“That’s it doll, fuck. You feel goddamn heavenly, such a good slut for my dick right?” He grunts out, leaning away from your neck to hover over you as he put his hands around your throat, his pace getting more erratic, unable to control himself from his hard thrusts as your skin slapped together. Your head was starting to go dizzy, between being upside down and your oxygen being slowly cut by Negan’s large hand, it intensified your impending orgasm. Negan pulled out quickly, turning you over from your back to your stomach, forcing your back to arch as much as you could, slipping back into you. The new angle sent you nearly cock drunk, Negan too mesmerised watching his dick going in and out of you, not noticing the door slowly opening slightly.

You looked over to see Natalie looking on at you and her father, like time had stopped in place. You couldn’t see her whole face, just her eyes. Frozen, she made no move to say anything or close the door. You smirked at her, your eyes not breaking eye contact. “Oh daddy! You fuck me so good, my pussy belongs to you!” You moaned, a narcissistic grin sitting happily on your mouth. “Shit yeah doll, this pussy is all fucking mine you dumb whore.” His hand coming down in your hair, his other placed around your neck again. Hips snapping repeatedly against you at a now familiar pace, a moan leaving you every time he snapped. You raised yourself up on your elbows, repeatedly rubbing your thumb over the tips of your index finger and middle finger, the universal sign for Pay Me. Her eyes squinted in anger, closing the door again, not wanting to see anything else and now pissed she owed you money.

You quietly laughed to yourself as quietly as you could, feeling your walls clamp on Negan’s dick as you were ready to orgasm. “Fuck daddy, I’m going to cum again!” You whimpered, gripping the silk sheets below you both, Negan shallowly grunting above you. “Shit doll, me too. Let go for me baby, milk daddy’s dick doll.” You squeezed the bed sheet again, your whole body shaking as you closed your eyes, breathing irregular as you flopped forward on the bed, panting heavy. Negan pulled out at just the right moment, hot spurts of his cum hitting your lower back, cooling off after a couple seconds sat there. He carefully placed himself next to you, pulling you towards him so you rested in his arm. “I’ve been waiting for that for years, you know?” You told him, your fingers slowly drawing small circles on his forearm. “Could have told me sooner doll, that was fucking sen-sat-ional! You are perfect.” You laughed, kissing the side of his face, leaving a small nip at his ear lobe.

Two orgasms and $100 richer, it was worth leaving the house after all.

[holdmytesseract]

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Taking Risks [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy & Marlo

Summary: A group including Daryl leaves to face the Reapers and to bring back food - much to your dislike. A few fearful days are ahead of you...

Warnings: TWD stuff, angst, tooth-rotting fluff, dad!Daryl, swear words

The Commonwealth Era!

Word Count: 2,6k

a/n: I absolutely love this! I hope y'all are gonna like it as well! 🤗

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"I am honestly not convinced by that plan," you said; crossing your arms over your chest and looking in the round. "Well, we don't have much of a choice, do we? Our people will starve, if we're not going to get that food," Maggie reasoned - and you understood her. Of course you did. You knew what was on the line, but- "I'll go." Your thoughts got interrupted by your husband's voice. You looked up at him, to where he sat across the table on a chair and giving him a questioning and shocked look. "So do I." Gabriel was the next who spoke up; willing to accompany Maggie. And faster than you were even able to say something, it was decided... The group around Maggie, a few of her people, Alden, Negan, Gabriel and Daryl would leave tomorrow morning.

You watched Daryl heading out of the visibly marked conference cabin, the others which were convinced by the idea following. Only you, Rosita, Aaron and Carol stayed behind; all of you against Maggie's proposition and not amused at all - but also knowing that you weren’t able to change their minds.

You took a deep breath, exchanged a worried glance with your friends and left as well; quickly following Daryl. You assumed he was on his way back to your shared house. Logically thinking that he'd immediately prepare his things for the mission - and you were right.

"Daryl," you addressed him; standing in the doorway of your bedroom and watching him packing his backpack. "You can't be serious about that. We both know that this is a suicide mission! If it's true what Maggie told us about the Reapers - which I highly believe, you all are most likely running straight into your death!" Your husband grunted and grumbled in response; throwing a flashlight into his backpack. "Don't ya think I know that, Y/N? I know damn well that tis is dangerous, but we ain't havin' another choice, don't ya see? I ain't lettin' you, the kids and our friends starve." Dog, who laid on the bed watched his parents fight, his eyes darting from Daryl to you and back; wincing softly.

You closed your eyes for a moment; taking a deep breath. "Yes, but... Fuckin' hell, Daryl, we'll find another way! We always do! What if you're getting killed, huh?! What do I tell our sons?!" Your last sentence caused Daryl to stop dead in his movements. He looked over his shoulder; seeing the tears gathering in your eyes. You didn't want him to go.

His face softened, "Y/N..." and he let the bag fall carelessly to the ground, before walking over to you. The archer's hands found your waist and gently pulled you against his body; forcing you to rest your hands against his chest. "I ain't goin' to die. I told ya before and I'll tell ya again... I'll always come back to ya and our boys. I promise."

A single tear ran down your face. "If you don't, I-" "I will, sunshine. Ain't lettin' these bastards take me away from ma family." You answered nothing, just slung your arms around your husband's neck; hugging him. Daryl engulfed your smaller frame; holding you close against his body.

On the next morning - the sun had barely risen, you stood with little Marlo on your arm at the gates towards your home; saying goodbye to your husband. Since it was still quite early and the boy had been too tired to get dressed, you quickly wrapped him up in a way too big jacket and decided on carrying him around - even though he got quite heavy now after a longer period of time. Your youngest had turned already four this year, so no wonder...

Marlo was still halfway dozing off in your arms; head resting on your shoulder. You managed to hold him with one arm from time to time, so that you could run a reassuring hand through his short, Y/H/C curls. Teddy stood close beside you; the teenager watching his father leave as well.

Once everyone was ready and everything packed, Daryl stepped over to you and the boys. You immediately went to hug him, but carefully; sandwiching Marlo between the both of you. "'M gonna be back soon." You just nodded against his shoulder; still not really okay with what he - hence, what all of them were about to do. Then Daryl leaned in for a kiss, which you granted him, of course. "I love ya," he whispered against your lips. "I love you, too." Your voice was shaky; already close to crying again. You didn't want to be this weak and you actually weren't. You just hated to see the man you love leave. You always did, but this time especially.

Daryl's gaze drifted to the sleeping Marlo on your arms. He smiled; cupped the boy's head and pressed a lingering kiss against his cheek.

Last but definitely not least, he turned to Teddy, and without even blinking wrapped the teenager up in a hug - which he gladly returned. "Let me go with ya, dad. I can help. I-I know how to fight." Daryl pulled back and laid both his palms on Teddy's shoulders; shaking his head. "I know ya can. You're strong, buddy and a damn good fighter, but... Nah. I ain't lettin' my son put his life on the line. I need ya ta stay here. Fight for your home. Look after your lil' brother and the other kids, okay? Protect 'em." Teddy nodded; blue-greyish eyes meeting his similar ones. "I will, dad. I promise." Daryl gave Teddy a smile, which the young man returned, before hugging him once more.

After saying goodbye to his friends and of course Judith and RJ, it was time to go. "Dog! C'mon, boy!" The faithful canine let out a loud bark, before following Daryl through the gates.

You couldn't sleep that night. Not at all. Your mind constantly wandering towards Daryl; hoping that this would go well. Tossing and turning in the empty, way too big and cold bed, you gave up. You sat up and searched blindly for the little package of matchsticks; burning the candle which stood on your bedside table. Running a hand over your face and through your hair, you took a deep breath. The scent of Daryl's worn sweatshirt gave you at least a little comfort and caused you to get quite a bit lost in the moment - until you heard small footsteps approaching.

Seems like you weren't the only one who couldn't sleep.

According to the sound of the steps, you were pretty sure that it was Marlo; making his way to your bedroom. Last time you checked on your boys, the little one had snuck into the bed of his big brother and ended up sleeping cuddled against his side. Well, apparently not anymore...

Throwing the blanket aside, you stood up and made your way to the door; cautiously - not to scare Marlo, opening it. You looked down the hallway and saw the flicker of a flashlight heading your way. "Marlo?" You whisper-yelled; trying to get your son's attention. It worked. The flicker of the light moved faster towards you, until Marlo rounded the corner and came to stand straight in front of you. "Mommy..."

You immediately squatted down to be on eye-level with him. His hair was a total mess and his pyjama slightly crinkled. "Baby, why are you up, huh?" You asked; brushing his curls back. "Can't sleep. I miss daddy." Your heart threatened to break at your son's words.

"I know, peanut. I miss him, too." You gave him a half smile and took the boy in your arms. It was a hug Marlo definitely needed.

"Wanna sleep in mine and daddy's bed tonight?" The boy nodded. "Uh.Huh." You smiled, "Come on then." and lifted your son up to carry him inside the bedroom; closing the door behind yourself. "Is your big brother still sleeping?" Again the boy nodded. "Good... At least one of us is able to sleep..." You muttered under your breath and sat Marlo down on the bed. He immediately crawled underneath the covers, and as you joined him, cuddled against your side. You welcomed him with open arms, blew out the candle again and pressed a kiss on Marlo's head.

The combination of being snuggled against you; safe and protected in your arms, and the smell of his father on the sweatshirt you wore, seemed to help the little boy sleep in peacefully. As for you, you still had trouble sleeping... Each following night Daryl wasn't there.

The heavy storm which hit Alexandria was for sure a distraction, but not a very welcomed one... After a night of trying to fix damages in the wall and fighting off intruding walkers, you were more than just exhausted and utterly frustrated. The storm hadn't quite helped your situation and brought more damage than resurrection. You just were glad that everybody had made it out alive... Especially all the kids.

"Y/N, go home and please for God's sake have a nap. You're exhausted. I can tell," Rosita came to stand beside you with little Coco on her arms, as you were helping clear the 'former' Grimes house from all the dead walkers. With a sigh, you dropped the body beside the pile of other bodies; turning to Rosita.

"When was the last time you had a healthy amount of sleep?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Four or five days ago? I dunno..." Your friends face twisted in concern. "It's because of Daryl, right?" You just nodded. "Just can't switch my brain off... 'M worried." Rosita gave you a compassionate look and leaned in to hug you - carefully, not to hurt Coco.

"I'm worried, too. I just hope the price to get this food isn't too high..." You relished in your friend's comfort; nodding once more. "Yeah, I hope so, too."

After retreating from the hug, Rosita demanded again that you should rest. In the end, you gave in; feeling the exhaustion crawl up on you. That was probably the reason why you didn't even make it to the bedroom and just passed out on the sofa; your body forcing you to sleep now.

You slept for hours; almost through the whole day - and Teddy let you, of course. The teenager knew exactly how much you needed this. He wasn't stupid after all. Plus, he had absolutely no problem with looking after his little brother.

Therefore, you did not notice how the gates got opened and the survivors of the dangerous mission returned with the food. Well, until...

"Mom..." You felt a hand on your shoulder; gently trying to shake you awake. "Mom... They're back!"

Teddy's soft voice managed to wake you up; slowly blinking your eyes open, you sat up. "They're back?" You were still a little sleepy; your brain needing a few moments to process your son's words. "Yes, they're back." Once your brain did catch up, your eyes widened; heart rate picking up immediately. "A-And your father? Is he...?" Teddy started to smile brightly; nodding. A relieved breath left your lungs. "Thank god..."

Teddy gave you another sweet smile - the same his father would give you, and nodded to the door. "Go, mom. I'll get Marlo." You returned the smile, of course, and immediately stood up. After pressing a lingering kiss against your son's forehead, you rushed towards the door. As fast as your legs could carry you, you sprinted down the street and straight towards Alexandria's community hall.

A little carriage stood in front of the visibly demolished house by the Whisperer; filled with wooden boxes. Food, you assumed. Beside the carriage stood a lot of people already; all welcoming the survivors home. Your heart sunk at the fact that a lot of them didn't make it back, but then you saw your husband...

He was sweeping up Judith and RJ in a hug, after they had ran to their 'uncle'; happy to see him. You were beyond happy as well, of course. Tears stung in your eyes as you watched him; heart hammering against your chest in sheer joy.

"Daryl!" You almost yelled; a tear rolling down your cheek. Hearing you calling out his name, the archer lifted his head; blue-greyish eyes immediately searching for you. Once he found you, he gave Jude and RJ a last squeeze, before letting go of them and quickly walking over to you.

You met him halfway; throwing yourself into his strong arms. Daryl lifted you off the ground with a sweet grunt; holding you close against his body. "You're back," you whispered through tears and buried your face in his neck; inhaling his scent.

"'Course 'm back. Promised ya I'll always come back to ya, sunshine." He did, indeed. You giggled, still crying and only cuddled closer; clinging onto him.

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly let you down again; his hands still resting on your hips. You looked up to meet his gaze; palms on his shoulders. "You okay, sweetie? You aren't hurt are you?" You asked; immediately scanning his body for injuries. The archer only shook his head and gave you a small smile. "'M fine, Y/N."

You nodded, "Good..." and cupped your husband's cheeks; his stubble scratching your skin. Daryl got the hint, of course, and dipped his head to capture your lips with his in a sweet, yet desperate kiss. You relished in the touch of his lips; feeling how all the worries and fears of the past few days left your body.

You had him back in your arms.

"Mom, dad, c'mon, there are children present," Teddy's amused voice caused the bubble you and Daryl had been in to burst. Your lips were leaving his with a soft pop, as you turned in your man's embrace, seeing your sons standing a few meters away from. Your oldest looked at you with a crooked smile on his face. Your littlest was standing in front of his big brother. In one hand, Teddy held Marlo's hand and with the other he covered the young boy's eyes.

This sight caused you to giggle and Daryl to blush.

"Teddy!" Marlo started to squeal then; trying to claw at his big brother's hand which was still shielding his view. "Wanna see daddy!" The teenager immediately took his hand out of the younger boy's face. "Sorry, peanut. Go ahead."

Marlo blinked a few times; needing to reorientate himself first. But when his Y/E/C eyes landed on his father, there was no holding back anymore. "Daddy!" Marlo started to sprint towards you and Daryl with a big smile on his face and Y/H/C curls bouncing. Marlo didn't care in the slightest, that he almost stumbled a few times over his dad's angel-winged vest he wore, because the leather garment was way too big for his kid body. The archer had left it for Marlo; knowing that he loved to wear it and perhaps helped his little boy to not miss him that much. It worked. It always worked.

Daryl let go of you and knelt down; arms wide open for his son to run into - and Marlo did. "Daddy!" The force of the young boy's hug almost caused Daryl to lose his balance. He wrapped him up in a tight hug; feeling his aching heart healing again. He had missed his family terribly as well.

"Hi, peanut. Ya missed yer dad?" Marlo nodded big times; his little arms looped tightly around Daryl's neck. "I missed ya too, lil' one. And..." The archer stood up with Marlo still wrapped up in his arms and walked over to his eldest; placing his free hand on Teddy's shoulder. "...I missed ya as well, buddy." Teddy smiled; wrapping an arm around Daryl in a half hug. "Missed you too, dad."

You always hated separations. It was never not a hard thing to do - but the reunions were worth all the worries and fears.

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[grimesgirll]

hands bound behind your back, you don’t know why you thought you could get away with trying to poison negan.

“you ready to apologize yet?”

you haven’t said a word to negan since he plucked you out of your house after discovering your plot, blindfolding you, tying your hands behind your back, and fucking deporting you to the sanctuary for an indefinite period of time. yeah, you’re not wasting your breath on an apology.

the salt and pepper haired man doesn’t break eye contact with you. it’s a shame. you’d never say it out loud but negan's pretty attractive.

“darlin’, you almost took me out. with a fucking quiche!"

lips poised in a permanent frown, you stay silent. negan's not having this.

he draws a breath, drumming his fingers on the metal table. "silent act. expected that." he reaches under the table to yield that damn baseball bat. "you remember lucille, right?" you give the bare minimum of a nod when he barks your name. "you also remember putting anthrax powder in a quiche and serving it up to me, huh?"

your stare hardens. you really hadn't expected to get caught - hadn't expected that you'd be in this position in your wildest dreams. all because you wanted your freedom back.

"i gotta ask, where did you get the anthrax? that shit is hard to come by."

like i'd tell you, you snark in your head. this was not the time to relay the story of how you'd snuck out of alexandria for a night to hoof it up to a government building complex and scour the shelves of their lab for whatever sinister bioweapons had been left behind once the dead started walking.

"because if that was you, that would make you an extremely valuable asset.” his hand lands on lucille again. "i wouldn't mind having someone around to procure hard to find things like that for me.”

you give him another blank stare. why the fuck would you come to live and procure for the sanctuary? who does he think you are? the flair of your frustration is saved once again by your taciturn lips.

before you know it lucille is below your chin and you’re tilting your head back.

“what the fuck, negan?” you mumble, doing your best to stay still with the bloodstained bat in front of you.

“there we go,” he croons, hazel eyes demanding eye contact. “knew lucille could get you talkin’. girl to girl.”

you roll your eyes. “you caught me, negan. i’m not here to talk.”

“you wanna make me dinner every night, don’t ya’?”

you go tight lipped again.

“well, fat chance. i don’t trust your cooking anymore - no matter how delicious that quiche looked.”

exhaling, you squirm in your restraints. his antics are already tearing at your paper thin patience when he asks, “so, how are you gonna make it up to me, sweetheart?”

“send me home.” you plead. “i’ll go on supply runs for whatever you need - just don’t keep me here.”

“no, i want you here with me.” negan expresses, muscles tensing through his jacket. he drops lucille to the side. “you know, i think you’ll be a lot more useful here.”

you shake your head, confused as he leans down to begin undoing your restraints. “i don’t know how i could be here.”

a grin graces his lips. “don’t worry, doll, i know.”

your eyes widen at the implication when he adjusts his pants and the vitriol is coming back up again like word vomit.

“i wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, negan.”

you don’t expect him to burst into laughter.

“don’t lie to me, you’re not very good at it. i can tell you that.”

your face twists with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust. you’re disgusted with yourself for the eye contact you’re making with his groin.

“oh, i know you wanna, darlin’, don’t be shy.”

the binds that tied you to the chair fall away. you rub your wrists and observe as negan stalks across the room to the bed of all places. he sits on the plush mattress, legs spread.

“it’s up to you.” he shrugs. “you can deny yourself and stay in that chair and i can call for someone to take you down to the cells or….,”

all negan does is snicker when you begin working off his belt.

“i knew you would be a good girl for me,” negan confirms with a gentle hand guiding the back of your head as you take him into your hand and envelope him into your mouth.

filthy noises fill the air as negan takes his time fucking your mouth. at first he let you go at your own pace, lick up and down, devote time to the nerve endings at the tip of his cock, but one accidental gag from you and suddenly your nose is flush against his pelvis.

“yeah, baby, fuck i knew that mouth could do great things.”

you can only gag in response around him, doing your best to swallow and fight the burn but negan isn’t doing you any favors. he rolls his hips into your face, savoring the pure bliss that is your mouth.

“love seein’ those perfect fucking lips wrapped around my cock. wanted to see you like this from the first moment i saw you.” negan breathes with a hand dug into your hair.

his words shouldn’t be turning you on - not in the slightest. however, you start to feel a tingle beneath you and a pressure in your core. it doesn’t fade as you keep your jaw slack enough for the man to almost send his cock down your throat.

his thick length is cutting off your airway but for some reason your pussy is growing slicker beneath you. despite fighting off the coughing and trying to fit as much of negan’s larger - and girthier - dick into your mouth, you’re getting turned on by this farce.

you finally get into a rhythm and that’s when negan decides it’s time for the next course.

“‘kay, enough of that,” negan declares as he lets you up off of him.

before you know it, you’re sandwiched beside him on the plush, soft bed. you don’t have time to appreciate the satin pillowcase beneath your head because negan is yanking at your pant legs. “gotta get these off,” and soon he’s scraping down your panties. negan is on his elbows next to you and toying with your entrance when you squeeze your eyes shut.

you gasp when a finger’s inserted into you, then another with no warning.

“shit, baby. can’t believe you’re clenchin’ around just my fingers, babe.” negan remarks and curls his two digits, relishing in the way your face contorts at his every movement.

his firm fingers delve deeper into you, taking advantage of your exhales. every movement further screws you open and each wet noise paints your face an even deeper shade of red. the notion of caring gets lost when negan begins to play with your clit.

“gettin’ a lady boner, are ya’?” negan is sure to pay extra close attention to your sensitive nub. the pads of his fingers are instrumental in bringing on the wave of pleasure that overtakes you as you feel yourself let go in negan’s arms.

you’re so wrapped up in your orgasm that you barely notice his dick growing rock hard again between you.

your hands are on his chest, not banging against him like you should be but holding on for dear life as he edges his cock closer to your entrance. the breath leaves your chest when he begins to replace his fingers with his thick cock.

“negan!”

“oh, aren’t you a tight little thing.”

despite you being so “tight”, you still felt like you were being stretched out - no, impaled on his cock and he’s only a few inches in yet.

“you got a boyfriend, baby? not that it matters,” negan questions with an amused look as you struggle to contain your composure between him and his cock bullying into you.

“no,” you croak.

“good.” negan utters the word with a thrust. “couldn’t imagine sharin’ this pussy. not that i’d have to.”

you let out a tiny yelp and your breathing accelerates as he pushes in another inch further. it’s out of your control when he drives the rest of him into you and desperate for any kind of stability, you clutch at negan, not just with your hands on his broad shoulders.

“fuck! pussy feels like it was made for me, babe.”

if you were clearheaded, you would be mortified by the situation, but as long as negan resolves the pressure building up in your core again, he could tell you the two of you are moving to mars for all you care.

“please, negan.”

“what was that?”

“please!” you repeat and plead, over and over until his hips are flush with yours.

an accidental brush of his heavy head against your cervix has you whimpering into negan’s mouth when he takes a break from massaging your breast to kiss you. the heat is everywhere — it’s in your mouth, negan’s mouth, your core, all over.

“fuck, did you just come?”

you simply bury your face into his shoulder. thoughts fucked away, you struggle to register much else besides the mess you’ve made between your thighs.

“yeah, baby, you’re too horny not to have been thinking about this the entire ride here.”

your face lights up with shame - he‘s right. negan had wormed his way into your thoughts like a prion into your brain. every night since the handsome psycho first came around to collect your mattresses and firearms, you’d found yourself wishing he’d return your mattress to you personally just to fuck you into it.

“ugh, gonna have this sweet little pussy molded into the shape of my cock,” negan’s declaring between heavy swats to your rear.

“fuck,” you’re stuttering. “slow down!”

“how? this pussy’s just sucking me in.” negan exclaims, punctuating his words with another spank.

you’re white knuckling the bedsheets as your newest enemy pounds the thoughts out of you. you can’t even try to factor this encounter into your escape plan. the only thing on your mind should be the best way to manipulate the man jackhammering into you right now. but you can’t help but be affected by just how deep inside of you negan is; how he’s squeezing every filthy dumb whore noise out of you and hitting every nerve ending you have down there.

you guess this is better than your community being terrorized. maybe you can convince negan to give everyone their mattresses back.

glimpsing at him, negan is in ecstasy being balls deep in you right now.

and you’re no better.

disappearing in plain sight, you’re getting fucked from the inside out and being tipped into your third orgasm of the night. guilty pleasure coursing through you as you feel boneless. even more so when you feel a warmth pouring into you. barely recognizing the desperate whines that come out of you, you’re shifting your hips to meet his as negan fucks you through both of your orgasms.

coming back to earth, you gulp when you realize that he’s come inside of you. he has to be humane enough to allow you a plan b pill or something; this place is sordid enough, you know they have a stash pile of contraceptives somewhere.

the man slips out of you, spent after fucking your overloaded pussy senseless.

“want a cigarette? i think you deserve one after that.”

you glare at him. “no. i want to go back to alexandria and for you and your goons to fuck off.”

his hairy chest rises with laughter. he reaches for a pack of menthols and a lighter on the nightstand. “doll, you think you’re goin’ somewhere?” he shakes his salt and peppered head. “you and your people are gonna produce for me. got it?”

close lipped, you return his cocky grin with a death glare and crossed arms over your chest.

that doesn’t last long.

the man entraps you in his arms, wrapping them around you and bundling you up to his chest. he starts to ruffle your hair. “i really think you’re gonna wanna stay here.”

“fat chance, negan.”

“oh, honey,” he croons. “i’m not gonna give you a choice.” he whistles. “your grade a piece of ass isn’t walkin’ out of these gates anytime soon.”

[mozzeralla-stix]

i am begging you for some carl angst to fluff/comfort

where like the reader almost got killed in the lineup because they tried to stop negan from killing glenn so the reader and carl start arguing when they get home but all the reader can do is cry because of everything that's happening to them carl just comforts them.

sorry if i'm making it confusing this is one of my first requests ever

Apologies

Carl Grimes x N! Reader Hurt/Comfort

WARNINGS: Character death, Gore, Parental figure death, Yelling, Fighting, Panic attacks, Non-sexual nudity, Emotional turmoil, Swearing.

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The rocks underneath my knees threaten to cause my collapse. I feel bright lights being shone directly into my eyes, only adding to the heat that the now far gone sun added to the Georgia air. There are several strange men surrounding me and my loved ones, each holding a grim, serious face.

Suddenly, a man in a leather jacket steps forward. He appears to be carrying around a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it. He swings it around with an unearned confidence- acting as if the thing isn’t dangerous.

I begin to slip into my own mind while my fear overwhelms me. I start to think about all of my important memories as realization of my own possible death takes it’s grip on me. All of me and Carl’s precious moments together. Babysitting Judith, cuddling while reading comics, surviving out in some of the worst conditions- but doing it together. All of that would just be gone. I lift my head and look to my right, catching Carl’s eye. The tears that had been unknowingly filling my sight begin to drop. This might be the last time I get to see Carl.

My train of thought is rigorously interrupted by the man introducing himself to us: Negan. I can’t help but scowl at the sound of his name, disgust and hatred taking their place within my mind. He begins to walk around, discussing our past actions and the killing of his men. I let my anger and boldness get the best of me.

“Of course we killed your men! They were a danger to us!”

Negan suddenly turns his head towards me, slightly leaning back while he raised his bat in my direction.

“Well shit! Looks like we have a little talker over here! Isn’t that adorable?”

I look him dead in the eyes, tears still dripping down my face. I turn my head to look at Carl, who has a worried gleam in his eye. He shakes his head at me softly, begging me not to continue. I can’t help but listen to his please, knowing how much turmoil we are both already in. I look back up at Negan again- only to place my head back down towards the ground. He chuckled and continues down the line, seemingly attempting to choose a target.

“That’s what I thought, kid. Now! I do have to kill one of you in return of the men I lost. Only fair right. And I’m thinking you.”

Negan points his bat towards Abraham. Rosita and Eugene cry out, unable to contain the emotion tugging at their souls. I feel my own sobs start to come out, thinking of how life would be without him. All of those times he’s saved me, saved the group. It all is going to be lost.

“Suck. My. Nuts.”

With that, Negan’s bat comes down on Abraham’s skull and creates a bloody mess in front of everyone. Despite Abraham already being incredibly disfigured, Negan doesn’t stop. The sound of the weapon gliding through the air and hitting the remains of Abraham creates a loud thud, adding to the disturbing essence of the situation. I feel nausea creep up my throat- my eyes not letting my look away from the terrible sight. My breathing labors and I feel utterly powerless. Seeing someone you loves life being taken away right in front of you is never easy. Dread fills me as Negan then makes his way over to Glenn; the man who took care of me the most.

Glenn and Maggie were always there for me, taking me in as their own when it seemed like no one else would. They had ensured my safety indefinitely; never even letting me get close to a walker bite. Glenn had especially been protective, saving me from disaster after disaster. Together they took the place of the parents I had lost so long ago. My throat tightens- not ready to go through such a loss again.

“NO! Don’t hurt him! Please..” I sob out, scrambling onto my feet to go run to Glenn. I am quickly stopped by two of Negan’s men, holding me back from saving Glenn.

Negan shakes his head and looks me in the eyes, swiftly pulling away while he forces his bat onto Glenn. I can’t hold back my sobs while I struggle against the men, desperately trying to break free despite Glenn already being long gone. When Negan is finished he whistles at the men, signaling them to drop me.

I am roughly dropped on my knees again, my head feeling heavier by the second as the overwhelming grief fills my mind. Rage soon takes its place when Negan grabs my face roughly and forces me to look at him.

“Fuck you! Look what you’ve done. You’re disgusting! I hope you rot in hell when I get the privilege to finally kill you.” I spat out, not even daring to look away from him.

He shoved me back into the ground with a grimace on his face, clearly passed at my lack of fear.

“Well, you’ve given me no choice, kid. I can’t have a mouth like that running around here. Where’s my respect, huh?”

I look down at the ground, readying myself for the intense pain about to come. The shadow on the ground reveals Negan lifting his bat, preparing to end my life. Out of all the ways I thought I would die, this was certainly not one of them. I hear the whip of the bat coursing through the air, flinching at the sound.

I am met with no pain, rather a horrid laugh ringing through my ears.

“Shit, kid! I can’t kill you after a badass line like that! We will see about next time, though. Alright men! Pack it up!”

The tears start to stream down my face at a rapid pace while Negan and his men begin to drive off into the night. I can’t control the noises escaping me, a mix of sobs and screams erupting from my throat. I’m breathing heavily, and it hits me that I’m having a panic attack. Normally, Glenn is one of the few people that could calm me down. But he’s gone now. He’s gone forever.

I feel my vision go blurry with each choked breath that struggles it’s way through my lungs, and before I know it the work goes black.

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I slowly open my eyes, instantly recognizing the room I am in. It’s Carl and I’s room, filled with comics and dumb collections we’ve developed from scavenging over the years. I can still feel the wetness crowding my eyes- memories of earlier in the night filling my head. More tears threaten to fall, until a loud slam of a door rings into the room.

“What the hell were you thinking? What’s wrong with you?!”

I recognize the voice as Carl, and I begin to hyperventilate again. I can’t stand those cruel words, especially not coming from him. Especially not now.

“Please. I…”

“Save it. You’re so dumb, do you know that? You could’ve gotten yourself killed! We sure as hell don’t need another death.” Carl announces as he interrupts me.

I don’t find the strength to respond, only sobbing harder into my arms. Every emotion suddenly came crashing into me. It felt like someone was tearing my heart out. I can feel my rigid and cold body begin to shake at all of the exertion on my body. I long for someone, anyone to help. I feel so powerless. Even though Carl is in the room with me, I feel alone. There is something missing in me that I am afraid I will never get back. Flashbacks of watching Glenn die replay in my head, and another panic attack overwhelms every part of my very being.

“I.. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry!” I begin to choke out, chanting the phrase as if it’s the only words I know.

Carl’s expression softens, realizing what he has done to the person he loves the most. He quickly makes his way over to me- desperate to fix what he had broken.

“Oh no no.. sweetheart I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. It’s gonna be okay. It’s not your fault.” Carl whispers softly as he pulls me into his arms, holding me impossibly close to him.

I lean into his touch, feeling comforted by the support of my beloved boyfriend. I turn my head to his chest and allowed my tears to stain his shirt, grabbing on to him for dear life. His hand reaches to the top of my head, gently petting my hair. I begin to calm down, my hyperventilating soon turning into shallow, choked breaths.

“It’s okay.. I forgive you. I love you, Carl. I’m glad you’re okay.”

His arms wrap around me tighter as he kissed the top of my head. The once empty hole i felt within myself feels a little less painful, and the soothing fact that I am loved seeps into my once tense muscles.

“I love you too, baby. It’s all gonna be okay. I’m right here. You’ve been through so much.”

I nod softly and remove my head from his chest, looking up at him. I find myself getting lost in his blue eyes, slowly leaning closer to him. Our lips connect in a sweet kiss, filled with passion and apologies.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, ‘kay?”

I nod once again and allow Carl to take me into his arms, carefully lifting me up and walking us over to the bathroom. He sets me down on the counter and makes his way to the bath- turning the water on so that it may fill the tub. I watch with tired eyes as he searches through the bathroom cabinets, eventually pulling out a small bath bomb with a look of pride. I feel a smile creep onto my face at the sight.

“Where in the world did you get that?”

He giggles and begins to open it, the sweet lavender aroma filling the room.

“On a run quite a bit ago. Wanted to save it for a special occasion. I think our day calls for a bit of soothing, yeah?”

I nod in agreement and watch as he places the bath bomb gently into the tub, turning the water off shortly after. He walks over to me and kisses me on the top of my head, places his hands on my waist. He looks at me for permission and gently removes my clothes, doing the same to his own once mine were littered on the bathroom floor.

I get off of the counter and wait for him to get into the bathtub, joining him moments later with his delicate guidance and help. We both settle in and i lay my back against his chest- the warm water soothing my aching muscles. Carl then grabs some shampoo and begins to massage it into my scalp, turning his head to look at me with a soft smile. I look back at him and smile back. I can’t wait to cuddle up with him in our warm bed, safe in his arms.

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First request! I hope you liked it!! This was a very emotional write, but I hope the comfort at the end is worth it. Thank you for the request <3

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Devil Wears Prada Negan Smith

Paring wife reader and Negan Smith

Warnings 18+ MDNI. Negan graphic violence smut graphic language

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Synopsis you are the wife of Negan Smith the two of you split before the month before the end of the world and now you and your son run into him again

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You and your son are Alexandra when the saviors are pulling up to the gate

"Little pig little pig let me in "Negan shouts

"Holy shit what the hell is going on? " you ask Maggie

"I have no idea" maggie says

Your son Mason is hanging onto your waist hiding behind you

Negan walks in with a leather jacket and a bat wrapped it barbed wires

He was like in through the gate and his eyes meet yours

"Holy shit is that my wife? Can you believe it, Simon? That's my wife I told you about and my son I thought y'all was dead with the rest of the world" Negan says with his signature smile

"Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you" you say pulling Mason behind you

"No darling I'm really happy to see you two" Neagn says walking towards you

Negan gets really close to you and is checking you out with his eyes

You know I'm sure your" wives" back at home wouldn't like you looking at me like this You say

"Now honey we both know none of them can compare to the original" Negan responds

"Stay away from my mom "Mason says walks in front of you

"Woah woah now you telling me that your don't remember your dad now?" Negan asks

"Oh I remember you and I also know you killed my friend Glenn and everything you have done to us so as far as I'm concerned I only have a mom" Mason responds

"Well shit my son has balls like his friend Carl " Negan says as he chuckles

"Now where is rick?" Negan questions

"He's getting more supplies for you" you respond back

"Well now I'll just wait for him then" Negan smiles

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Not sure about this one but we'll see

Part 2

Part 3