ok but i fully believe that marcus pike would be the kind of guy that's into the filthiest shit ever but he's too shy to say anything and you come to the realization by accident when the two of you are watching porn one time and the mouse is hovering over some bdsm thumbnails but he never clicks it because he's afraid of what you might say and you just lean over and whisper, "if you wanted me to spit in my mouth and make me gag on your thick cock baby, all you had to do is ask." You know?!!!!!!!
Oh, I see. This man? This is the man we’re talking about? This man who has, like, 18 lines of dialogue and has ruined my life despite it? I’ve been thinking about this for days, miss ma'am. Okay, then, let’s talk about Mr. Soft Puppy Eyes himself.
Happy 500 followers my guy! You deserve it, you write tons of great fanfics! Love your stuff. I'd hate to add on to your list, but I saw one of your recent fanfics, and I got inspiration (yet I can't write for shit). Could I ask for a smutty fanfiction that also includes period sex? NBC Hannibal x reader, please? I feel like since the guy's a cannibal and all, he'd make puns of eating reader out, and I'm sure he'd have a blood kink. No pressure! Hope you have a nice day, my guy. Thank you if you do write this!
PAIRING: Hannibal x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3
Trigger Warning(s):Blood Kink | Period Sex | Oral -Female Recipient- | Unprotected Vaginal Penetration | Multiple Orgasm | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…
NOTE: Sorry if this isn’t what you expected, I’m hoping this finds you well love!
IMAGE CREDIT: Google I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THESE IMAGES. If these are yours or you know who the creator(s) is please INBOX me and let me know. Thank you. | Divider Credit to @firefly-graphics
Like a bloodhound, he could sniff it out. Licking his lips, he walked to you and nuzzled his face into your neck, and smirked. After he wrapped his arms around you, you let out a soft giggle leaning against him. His hands fall to your hips.
“You smell delicious.”
“I am sure I taste delicious.” you playfully chuckle.
Chuckling, he looked down at the tea you were stirring and licked his lips a moment. The gears in his mind turning. Looking over your face when he leans against the counter, he studies you a moment. This unusual glow in your aura made him smile.
“Once you finish your tea, how about you meet me in the bedroom.” He smiled.
You arch your brow and tilt your head and give a soft nod, and drink your tea.
Could you please write a (NBC / Mads)Hannibal x reader where reader has a wet dream about Hannibal and the next day at work (they're an fbi agent) and they see him, they avoid him. He notices the strange behavior and traps them (you choose how/where) and interrogates them. Reader is honest with him and he asks for details reader remembers and he uses their words as an advantage and seduces them. What happens is up to you, I just want to see what you'd do with this ☺️☺️ Thank you!
alright this is has been sitting around for a bit. but we know my hannibal work. i will not forsake artistry for speed! so hopefully this ended up being worth the wait! slight edits to make it fit the vision in my head, but i think it’s worth it!
18+ | imagery and metaphors [its me writing hannibal]; oral [vaginal]
you know his touch, it’s engrained onto your skin, even when the closest you’ve come to holding him is a handshake. it’s the dreams that lie there, twisting and turning, make your flesh rise with goose bumps. it was easier when you couldn’t remember. when your flesh warmed there were no images to conjure, no true fantasies than what you had you once or twice let your mind wander with.
but this was so much different. it feels almost depraved. even though you know it’s an uncontrolled event. even considering it rude. especially with the way your panties slick at his entrance. you excuse yourself. terrified of leering. that he’ll know. that worry driven home when you walk by him and he takes a long, deep breath through his nose. taking in the scent of you.
your face is hot with mortification, the air inside is stifling. a calm quiet place behind the building, still familiar. back when you still took a few moments for stolen clove cigarettes. wondering if the pack is still there brings you a bit of bemusement and calm.
summary: you took a job with a group of assassins, and your boss really needs your help with identifying something that killed one of his team members. i have no excuse for this. this is dave york sex pollen trash and i regret n o t h i n g about it.
rating: E [warnings: SMUT, Dave York cannot be contained, dub con bc sex pollen but reader is really into it i promise, rough sex, fingering, authority kink??, breeding kink, PIV, he literally calls her a slut but it’s cool, we got MANY of the kinks] (updated warnings a bit)
tagging @yespolkadotkitty (i literally wrote this for you bc you threw me into this pit and i’m making it your problem :P) @danniburgh @songsformonkeys @simsiddy if i put you on here and you don’t want it, pls tell me, i remember few things and everything is chaos in my life rn anyway love y’all!
It’s late when your phone buzzes.
I need you.
You nurse a glass of red wine, yet to shed the black minidress clinging to your body; the remnants of another disastrous blind date. Rolling your eyes, you tap the screen.
What is it this time? Can you identify a substance for me? A substance? Just get here.
You ignore the demanding tone. Dave York is an impatient man, but he pays you well for your services.
Are you at the lab? No, the safe house. Which one? I’ll send you the coordinates.
The fucking coordinates. You can take the man out of the CIA. You’ve known the locations of all the safe houses in the city for a year now, but that’s Mr. York. He’s paranoid and careful.
You ever think about how one of the things Thor is the god of is fertility??? I think about that every goddamn day
Warnings: Thor x F!Reader. Smut. Breeding Kink. Thor being a feral little shit. Over-stimulation.
A/N: I think about Thor being a fertility god at least three times a day. Four times on Sunday. Pretend this gif says KEEP OUT, PETER because that’s how i presume thor is living on the Benatar and like this gif really doesn’t fit the tone of this filthy smut but who cares we live in the free world BABEY.
You play it like a game. Thor can sense when you’re ovulating - his nose attuned to the subtle shift in your scent.
The first time it happened you had been shocked. He’d sniffed at your hair - nipping your breast and shoulder as he rutted against the side of your body.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You smell like birth.”
You had jerked away from him - fixing him with an offended look. “Excuse me?”
He swallowed thickly - his fingers already between your legs - curling into you as he felt for something soft. “You’re - you’re quite fertile right now, sweet one.”
“Jack…” a sharp moan escaped from your mouth when his tongue closed around one of your nipples, his mustache providing that delicious scratch on your skin you loved so much.
With one of his hands playing and squeezing at your other breast, Jack looked down at you, amazed by the response of your body under his touch, how you moaned and whimpered for him, just like he wanted you to.
summary: “Are you lost?” Your heart seizes with fear at the deep rumbling voice, head jerking to look in the direction it came from. It’s too dark. You can’t see anything. “Who’s—who’s there?” You ask, hoping you sound braver than you feel. “You didn’t answer my question,” it said. “Are you lost?’ You swallow. You shouldn’t be here. You’ve never stepped foot in this building before today. You have no business here. But lost? No. You’re exactly where you set out to be.
rating: E [SMUT, dubiousconsent [reader wants to be with him, but he’s a demon so you know—it’s a little influenced]—dead dove, this is horror and Dave York is an actual demon who kills people, graphic violence, body horror, a dash of blood kink, oral sex, let me know if I missed something]
pairing: demon!dave york x fem reader
word count: ~3.5k
note: I KNOW I said I wasn’t putting stuff on Tumblr but here I am, a clown, sharing Demon!Dave with you bc i want everyone to love him like I do. Much love to @starlightmornings for the beta and @danniburgh for listening to me talk about this concept since like June.
Just on the whole owning ass thing, could you write first time anal with PS! Din?
A/N: Din Djarin x F!Reader. Anal. Plugs. Dirty Talk. This is one of the filthiest things I have ever written.
“Do you trust me?”
You chew your lip - gaze grazing over his face. He looks so sincere - his hair boyishly curling over his forehead. His eyes are warm - molten shades morphing from sienna to coffee to walnut. His skin is golden - still balmy from September’s Sun. The hottest month in the city.
He touches the side of your knee - stroking the flesh along your inner thigh - fingertips inches away from where you are spread open and vulnerable. You already feel full - feel heavy with what he’s already done to you.
hi dani my beloved i'm here to request "make me" with frankie 🤲🏻
My most beloved Astrid, as you must know by now I will literally write you anything you want. I’m terrible at this challenge, I cannot keep it to 500 words to save my life, so I hope you like this 1200+ words Frankie one-shot 🥰 Apologies for all the cliché stuff I packed in here. I simply couldn’t help myself…
Anyway, can I request a fic where Negan is in the cell, the reader and him comforting each other - fluff and a little smut maybe.
[Thank you so much for the compliment and your request, which I love so much, btw. I’m a sucker for prison Negan somehow, haha. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for you. It’s a bit smuttier than initially intended. 😅 But fluffy nonetheless.]
Warnings: smut, swearing, fluff, a bit of angst, mutual masturbation, handjob, fingerfucking
“Good morning, Negan!”
You open the door to the basement light-heartedly, smiling at him from afar. He gets up from his bench after putting his book down, smiling back at you.
“Good fucking morning to you too, doll.”
You put down the tray with his food on the table nearby, looking at him, still grinning from ear to ear.
“You’re always such a fucking ray of sunshine, what’s going on?”
You just shrug your shoulders. The reason for your good mood definitely stands in front of you, but you don’t want to give it away. Since Gabriel put you on duty to deliver Negan’s breakfast some weeks ago, you look forward to the task. Despite what the others think of him, you enjoy his company a lot. He’s flirty and a bit too sure of himself most of the time, but he’s fun to banter with, a much needed distraction from your boring daily routine. And, if you are totally honest with yourself, he gives you the attention you so desperately crave.
Just as you walk towards him with the glass of water you also brought for him, you nearly trip over your own feet, the water spilling down your shirt.
“Shit, I’m so clumsy”, you state and try to somehow control the damage. “Sorry I spilled your water”, you add, a bit ashamed of your little stunt.
Negan remains silent which is out of character for him, so you look up at him.
His eyes stare at your wet shirt, mouth slightly agape. Your gaze wanders down and you notice the visibly bulge in his pants. Instantly your cheeks turn red, you gulp nervously and try to clear your throat. That does the trick and Negan looks up into your eyes again.
“Fuck, sorry for staring, doll. Wasn’t intentional.”
contentwarnings ; talk of having kids, baby making sex [unprotected], intrusive thoughts [for bucky], pet-name [petal], baby-making sex positions, squirting, blowjob, oral, cum-play, praise kink, mocking & degradation [name called - slut], dumbification, alludes to public sex, soft and sweet moments — 18+ ONLY • MINORS DNI
notes ; starting the dilf!bucky protection squad because he deserves the world <3
Summary: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, Y/n finds herself drawn to the attentive and charming health teacher/baseball coach she meets at work. There’s only one thing standing in the way, her husband’s volatile temper.Y/n had long thought what she lacked in her life was love and acceptance, but her choice in partner would suggest something much darker.
⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angry Male Driver, Verbal Abuse, Smut
The end of the period came too soon. If it was up to you, you would put off talking to Shane forever. He couldn’t possibly have anything constructive to say. He was far too immature to show up asking for closure. You knew that much. What you hoped was that he didn’t make a scene. Losing your job was not something you could handle at the moment.
You threw your shoulders back and kept your chin up as you got to the office. You caught sight of him right away. He’d shaved his head. He looked bigger than he had when last you saw him, more muscular. His biceps were stretching the white t-shirt he wore, his blue jean clad thighs seemed thicker than usual.
He turned and caught sight of you. His accusatory gaze killed any hope you might have had for keeping things civil. You gestured for him to follow you out of the administration building.
“What do you want?” You asked abruptly.
“That’s no way to talk to your husband.”
You glared at him.
“Soon to be ex-husband.”
“Over my dead body.” He stated, his tone sharp.
You looked him over from foot to head.
“You look good.”
He raised one dark eyebrow.
“Meaning, you seem to be doing just fine without me.”
“If that was true, I wouldn’t be here.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” You huffed.
“Would you’ve answered if I called?”
You rolled your eyes.
“What do you want?”
Shane looked around warily.
His hand latched onto your shoulder, he pushed you toward the parking lot.You pulled out of his grasp, but followed him none the less. Better that he make a scene in the parking lot than in front of the principal’s office.you thought. You stopped beside his truck.
His eyes gazed deeply into yours, their russet brown depths filled with emotion.
“I miss you.” His voice was rough. “You’re all I think about. You’re all I want.”
His hands cupped your face.
“I need you, [Your nickname]. You got no idea how much I need you.”
He had never said such things to you before.He leaned in to kiss you.You didn’t stop him.
His dry lips kneaded your own in a desperate plea. You accepted his tongue into your mouth, allowed it to caress your own, assuring yourself this was the final time. You found yourself kissing him back.
His hand found it’s way into your hair, he tugged lightly. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. Had he always kissed you this way?
He backed you up against the door of his truck.
“Come back to me. Come back home.”
His leg parted your thighs, lifting your dress, pressing up against your satin covered sex. His hands grasped your hips. Your hand was at his neck, pulling him closer. You nipped at his lower lip. The low growl he emitted made you wet.
Shane pulled aside your panties. His middle finger found your clitoris and stroked the swelling flesh around it.His touch elicited a high pitched mewl from your throat. The tip of his finger circled your bundle of nerves again and again.
“You like that, Baby?”
Drunk on pleasure, you answered that you did.
“You want more?”
You nodded vigorously.
He unlocked the door to his truck.
You didn’t give much thought to obeying his instructions as you climbed into the back seat. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Shane pushed the fabric just low enough to free his cock. You lay back against the seat, the skirt of your dress pooled around your hips. You gazed up at him. There was something about his broad shoulders and large hands that made you feel delicate, like he could break you if he chose to. You knew it was a little twisted, but your pussy clenched at the very thought of his hand around your neck.
He pushed aside your panties and positioned the fat head of his dick was at your entrance. He thrust slowly into you, sinking in deeper and deeper until his pelvis was flush with yours. His lips took yours in a searing embrace. Your arms under his held his chest against your own. His pace did not change. He made love to you as though he had all the time in world. Each slow stroke of his cock along your silken walls increased your mounting pleasure.
You sucked on his tongue as he kissed you. His wide palm grasped your breast. Your hands slipped down his back and cupped his ass. Though it was impossible you craved to have him closer. Only when your hips started tilting up to meet his thrusts, did he increase his pace. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your wet taint spurred you on. Your body tightened. Your aching pussy squeezed around his cock as you came. Your mind reeling with ecstasy, you cried out his name. He wasn’t far behind. Shane thrust twice more then with a muttered curse, he was cumming inside of you.
You looked into his eyes. You could not escape the truth. He could obsess over you, desire you to the depths of his soul and still never love you back.
The languid kiss he gave you after you straightened your clothes made it harder to shake off the fog clouding your mind. It scared you to notice that you did not want the kiss to end.
Shane pulled away first. He helped you out of his truck and steadied you when you reached the ground.
“I’ll be here to pick you up at four.” He informed you.
You stepped away, turning to face him fully.
“You’ll be needing a ride.”
You shook your head.
“No, I won’t.”
He smirked at you.
“Having sex doesn’t fix what is broken between us. I’m sorry if that’s confusing for you.”
He wet his lips.
“Nah, only one here confused is you. See, your boyfriend went and got himself arrested for assaulting an officer. So, unless you drove yourself here, you’re stranded.”
“You arrested him?!” Your eyes widened in horror.
You prayed that he was lying.The smug look he gave you made you feel sick to your stomach. Why had you trusted him? You knew better than to trust him.
You walked briskly away.
“Actually it was Monroe made the arrest.” He called after you. “I was just comin’ by to let you know.”
It took everything in you not to run. You fought the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.
The bell rang. As you made your way back to your classroom, you noticed there were groups of teachers in the halls. You turned down the hallway with a sinking feeling in your belly. Before you could reach your classroom Rosita came up and stopped you.
“Did you know?” She asked without preamble.
“About Negan. Did you know they were going to arrest him?”
You shook your head.
Your worst fear confirmed, you went to check your phone. You had no missed calls. You leaned back in your desk chair. Why hadn’t he called you? Did he think you wouldn’t answer? Part of you held the irrational fear that he knew what you had done. You weren’t sure if sex with a man you were still married to counted as cheating. If the tight guilty feeling in your chest was any indication, then it definitely counted.
You did your best to teach through the last four classes, but you were distracted, waiting for the phone call that never came.
Once your last class ended, you gathered your belongings and began the process of setting up a ride on uber. To your relief you reached the front of the building as the car pulled up to the curb. The feeling was short lived. It curdled in your belly as you noticed Shane waiting for you just beyond the glass doors.
“I told you I don’t need a ride.”
He took hold of your upper arm as you tried to walk passed him.
“Let go of me!” You cried out.
Some students and a few members of staff turned to look your way.
Shane dropped his hold on you and smiled politely at them as he followed you to your uber.
“Fine.” He said quietly. “Thought you’d be interested in findin’ out how to get the charges dropped, but hey, it’s your loss.” He shrugged.
You stopped short.
“What do we have to do?”
“Get in the truck an’ we’ll talk about it.” He commanded.
You sighed.You went to the passenger door and told the uber driver you had a change of plans. You tipped them and followed Shane to the parking lot.
The quiet was beginning to get to you. At first, angry as you were you had been okay with not speaking for a bit. Now, he’d passed the exit to the station and you’d had enough.
“You missed the exit.”
“We’re not goin’ to the station yet.”
He didn’t even look at you. He kept on staring ahead. Not at the traffic, but through it.
You held on tightly to your purse.
“You said you would tell me how to get the charges dropped.”
A nerve in his jaw ticked.
“I said, we would talk about it.”
You winced as he changed lanes with barely enough space to pass in front of the car.
“So get to talking.”
He sped up. His large truck cowed the car in front of you, riding it until the driver switched lanes.
“I been thinkin’ about what you said.” He grunted. “You’re right.Sex won’t fix us.”
You swallowed nervously as he blew down the road.
“The thing is, I’m not over you. Only way I can get over you, is if you help me.”
You blinked rapidly. You heard what he said, but you couldn’t fully process. Not when he was going eighty-five miles an hour on a high way meant to be driven at sixty.
“Slow down.” You tried to sound commanding. Your voice shook ruining the effect.
“You gonna help me?”
“Shane!” You cried out as he narrowly avoided ramming into the back of a nissan.
He raised his voice.
“Help me and I’ll drop the charges.”
You cringed in your seat as he crossed into the next lane, and then the next.
“H-help you how?!”
“You’re gonna be my whore. You’re gonna fuck me till I’ve done everything I ever wanted to do to you. till I get sick of you.”
He began to let off the gas, slowing in small increments as the seconds passed.
“Why not?” He huffed.
He took the next exit that came up. Rather than continuing to slow down, your speed increased as he hit the access road.
“I’m with someone!” You yelped as he took a sharp turn.
“Being with me didn’t stop you from whoring around behind my back.”
You gasped as he turned again.
“You cheated on me with him. How’s this any different?”
He came to a screeching halt at a red light. You jolted forward, your seat belt biting into your shoulder from the force.
“Your boyfriend is guilty. There’s no denying it. Here’s what’ll happen, I’ll take him to court. Rick will testify, then the bouncer. He’ll be charged with assaulting an officer, a felony. He’ll do time. When he gets out, if he makes it out, he won’t have a career to get back to. That’s if getting arrested in front of the kids didn’t ruin it already.”
You didn’t realize you were crying, until a tear drop hit your forearm. You looked up and to your surprise he was pulling up to the police station.
“Or you can do what I’m askin’. ” He proposed. “And I’ll walk in there and tell ‘em they got the wrong guy and I’ll get those charges dropped.”
You gazed at the glass doors. The people inside went about their shift like nothing was a miss. They answered phones, processed arrests as if you weren’t being threatened in the parking lot just 12 feet away.
“It’s your call.”
You took an unsteady breath.
This was all your fault. Negan’s life would be ruined because he fought for you. How could you do that to him? He had been kind, sweet, generous. You couldn’t let him lose everything. You wouldn’t.
Warnings: Language, daddy kink, fingering, pillow humping, mutual masturbation, mentions of bodily fluids, Negan’s unexpected love of cotton panties
Word Count: 2.2K
Summary: Part 3. A dream turns to reality when your husband unexpectedly returns home.
A/N: This is technically part three of my Negan Foreplay series. You don’t have to read the others to understand this one, but go indulge in Negan smut anyway. I’ll link them below. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit.
You shifted in your sleep, a contented moan escaping your lips as your dream pulled you further into the pleasurable abyss. A warmth had started to spread throughout your body, your hips rocking in time with whatever invisible force had ahold over you. It was raw ecstasy, roaring through your limbs like the blood that pumped in your veins. You felt like you were floating as the sensations only got stronger, holding you prisoner.
And then suddenly, it was gone.
A low chuckle interrupted your haze, severing the link between dream and reality. You reluctantly fluttered your eyes open, startled to see your husband looming over you. He was seated next to your prone body on your bed, his body heat only adding to the flames that’d been burning inside of you seconds before. He was still dressed, his leather jacket open to reveal a crisp white shirt. A dangerous smile decorated his bearded lips as his calloused fingers danced along your bare hip and leg.
You were on your side, facing away from him, a pillow somehow pressed up against your front half. Your thighs were wrapped around the softness, clutching it to your body tightly. The apex of your legs throbbed with unreleased tension and desperation. The realization of what you’d actually been doing while asleep made a blanket of embarrassment wash over you, knowing that Negan most likely observed the entire thing.
summary: a nice pleasant morning at Ethan’s place, he just wants to take care of you, make you feel good.
a/n: alright so I haven’t written any smut in a bit so I dont know if this is any good, also first time writing for Ethan and I have absolutely no idea if I got his character right so you know, feedback is appreciated. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
It took you a moment to fully open your eyes after waking up, you didn’t want to rush the morning, not here, not in the cabin. The slow mornings were one of the main reasons why you enjoyed spending the nights at Ethan’s place so much…besides him, of course. Looking around the room, you noticed the way the sun shined between the trees and through the window, making the wooden bedroom so much lighter. The way it smelled, you could feel the fresh, clean air from the forest mixed with the familiar smell of the bedroom, of Ethan. Closing your eyes again you tried to memorize it, to imprint the image into your brain, not wanting to let go of it.
Thick and heavy rain turned the moonshine that usually shone through the large windows of the apartment into a murky, dim light, just bright enough to enlighten the soaked tall figure that stood in front of the bed. A small puddle was pooling around his boots as the droplets from his soggy clothes fell down onto the wooden ground, mixing with the dark walker blood that was stuck to the shoes. He was shaking slightly underneath the wet coldness of his drenched clothes, the light was falling right onto his face, his brows were tightly knit, the look in his eyes was defeated and exhaustion was painted all over his features as he glimpsed down on you. Slowly, you shuffled a little up into the soft pillows, still watching him before you gave him a small wave towards the bed. “Come here”, you said, the drowsiness still stuck in your voice as you gave him a small smile, hoping he would see it in the dim light,”Just let go for the night…take those clothes off, crawl in here and let me hold you.”
It was no different than any other morning, the way he grasped the reins in his fist, pulling himself up onto his horse.
The swing of his leg over the saddle, the shift of his tailbone to get comfortable, the gentle pat he gave the mane, a smooth glide of his hand up between the ears for a quick scratch.
But his thighs — you couldn’t stop looking at them. The taut material of his pants straining over the firm muscles, the flex of them as he squeezed the horse as a signal to get going and when you curled your fingers over the top of one to say goodbye, he smirked at the way you said the words while staring at the spread juncture of his thighs.
“Do you want me to stay?”, he teased, holding the reins in a loose grip and you bit your lip, dragging your eyes away from the way his other hand lay resting just over his crotch, thick fingers curled in rest.
“No”, you said eventually, smiling up at him. “I’ll wait for lunch.”
He leaned down for a kiss, a press of his soft lips against yours before pulling back and even after all this time, the intense brown of his eyes still held your breath in your lungs.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x Will Miller x F!Reader x Benny Miller Wordcount: 2k Warnings: Smut. Sex Pollen. Gang Bang. M/M. F/M/M. No Benny/Will though. Dub-Con bc pollen. Summary: The five of you get hit with a sex pollen and take care of each other. A/N: Someone requested reader x the tf guys and this is one of the only ways I see it happening. i barely looked over this so major apologies
It starts feral - it starts like a violent impulse. The five of you know all about that - all about losing control and just letting the other take over. The flat side of your coin that shudders and vibrates like a predator - that sticks its jaws out and bites before sniffing.
You get the worst of it - the gas exploding in your face - shooting up the synapses of your nose. It’s in your mouth - all over your chin. Your eyes burn. It’s pink - it’s the color of hothouse blooms - the ones that dripped from window boxes in Louisiana. That’s what you think about before it actually starts to hurt - your brain zeroes in on the begonias and the petunias and the ivy that you admired on Canal street.
It hits the others because you’re screaming and they’re already in the room - already surrounding you like a barrier of muscle and flesh and concern.
What’s wrong? What is it? What’s that smell?
They make it to the safehouse before it actually begins to work - before it begins to spread through your veins and make your cunt clench around air as you whimper like a dog in heat.
“Marcus,” your eyes follow his movements as he paces the room, “are you okay?”
“Part of me,” he stops, looking at you, “can’t believe you’re asking me for this.”
His eyes darken, almost impossibly so, and his voice comes out half an octave lower, “but the other part has been waiting for this.”
He has been. He has silk binds and a sharp tongue, both itching to come out to play but a new relationship takes time. He loves the slow sex. The sweat of it all. The sweet, low whimpers of pleasure that you trade back and forth like a secret. But this?
The moment he saw your tiny wrists, he knew he wanted to wrap them up.
Summary: Jeffrey Dean Morgan gets down and dirty with his babysitter.
Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader
Warning: Heavy smut, major negan vibes
Tags: Seduction, angry sex, older man/younger woman (the reader is 18 and in high school), mdom, sub!reader, teasing, oral sex(woman receiving), unprotected sex(oups), etc.
Word Count: 2398
A/N: The premise of this story was heavily inspired by an audio from the subreddit gonewildaudio. I’ll put the link in the comments since tumblr won’t allow me to publish anything with a NSFW link in it. If you haven’t discovered GWA yet, you’re welcome. Also, the story involves Hilary Burton portrayed as a shitty wife but it’s nothing against her or her actual marriage to JDM. I just needed to include her in it for the story to make sense.
Ever since you were little girl, you’ve lived next door to the Morgans who were known in your neighbourhood like the white picket fence family. Last year, much to everyone’s surprise, Mrs. Morgan separated from her husband, Jeffrey, and even move out of their house. Now that they shared custody of their two boys, you’ve become Mr. Morgan’s trustworthy babysitter on days where he was working late. Three times a week, you’d babysit his kids after high school. You went to a private school at the other end of town but you always made sure to arrive at his house on time to welcome the kids home. Their mother would always pick them up from kindergarten and dropped them off for you to watch them over the evening. Often times, you’d rush out of your last class without even having time to change from your uniform just to be punctual. Today was one of those times, except that it was now an hour past the hour that Mrs. Morgan would usually arrive with her children. She was very much late and you tried to call her multiple times, but got no answer. Concerned, you reached her husband to let him know about the situation.
Negan makes you an offer you can’t refuse…except for the fact that you can, and you do. But Negan isn’t one to give up quite so easily, and when he sets his sights on something, he won’t rest until it’s his.
Negan x Reader (OC)
Warnings: Explicit language (shocker), Negan being Negan, sass, eventual smut, slow burn (or as slow a burn as my impatient ass can write)
A/N: If you like this (which I’m hoping you do), please, let me know! It inspires me to write faster, as does persistent badgering for more. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in future stuff and things. Un-beta’d. (Or, I guess, self-beta’d.)
You laugh in his face when he
asks you to be a wife.
completely involuntary; the absurdity of the situation forces the laughter to
bubble out of you before you can stop yourself. And when you see Negan’s
eyebrows knit together and his eyes flash with rage, you just laugh even
learned a long time ago that the best way to survive was not to take things so
seriously. If you didn’t care about anything, what was there you had to lose?
was this mindset that made you so polarizing to others. It made all the loss
you had endured bearable, but it came at more of a cost than you had ever
imagined. It made living with other people an uphill battle. In fact, at just a
little over a month, living in the Sanctuary under Negan’s rule had been the
longest you had gone in a community without things going south. You had made
yourself somewhat invaluable here, proving your usefulness and earning enough
respect from your peers that your bad attitude went unchallenged and
unquestioned. You were a good shot, and you’d been quickly promoted to the role
of sniper. You had a feeling your rapid rise in status was in part due to the
fact that you weren’t well liked among the other perimeter guards you had
originally been working with. As a sniper, you spent most of your time alone in
one of the empty rooms on the upper floors, peering through the sights of your
rifle. You were visited only by the one girl on the kitchen staff you had
managed to become friendly with bringing you meals. Besides that, the nights
that you couldn’t sleep you spent in storage, organizing the stock that hadn’t
been inventoried earlier for extra points. It was there, between shelves of
canned goods and toiletries, that Negan had cornered you.
funny, doll?” Negan finally bites out. His tone sobers you and you finally
manage to reel in your laughter to just an undignified chuckle, your hand over
your lips to keep yourself from bursting out laughing again.
just…when I was a kid, I had this whole image of how my wedding was going to go,
like, planned out. I had the perfect proposal down pat,” you said. “And now,
all these years later, after the world’s gone to shit, I finally get that
proposal I always wanted, and the fucker doesn’t even have the decency to say
the actual words, ‘Will you marry me?’”
Summary: After getting separated from the group and consequently stranded on a run, you and Negan try to get comfortable for the night in an abandoned house. With only one bed, Negan insists he sleep on the couch, but you ardently refuse, forcing the two of you together in all the most intimate places.
Pairing: Reader × Negan
Tags/warnings: The Walking Dead, 18+, NSFW, smut, explicit descriptions of sex, mutual masturbation, potential age gap, swearing, one shot
Total: 4,988 words
A/N: Ah yes, the familiar cliché. But hey, I wrote this when I was 100% horny, and I just wrote what my vagina wanted to hear. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy! <3
“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!” boomed Simon at the top of his lungs as the tunnel began to collapse around you.
The group of Saviours scrambled to their feet, tearing the doors to the trucks open and piling in as the ceiling began to crumble. Negan got uncouthly to his feet and grabbed Lucille out of the dirt, staggering in the direction of the nearest truck. You pulled yourself up, sprinting to catch up to the others as the sound of the engines whirring to life filled the rumbling tunnel. The lights of the vehicles flickered on, piercing the darkness. Lumps of concrete came crashing down around you as you made a dash for the trucks. It was almost impossible to see anything. You suddenly tripped, falling on your face. You screamed as you fell, catching Negan’s attention. Not quite to the truck yet, he turned round to see you on the floor. Simon leaned out of the window and honked the horn aggressively.
“Come on! Let’s go!” he yelled. Negan threw his hand in Simon’s direction.
“Just go! Get outta here!” He turned on his heel, sprinting back for you. Simon gave the signal and the trucks roared away to the light at the end of the tunnel.
You gripped your foot as it stung, attempting to get to your feet as the rubble rained from above. The moment Negan reached you, he grabbed you by the arm and hauled you to your feet, practically dragging you in the opposite direction of the trucks as he kept running. The adrenaline in the situation numbed the pain in your foot, allowing you to run on your own. A deep, thundering crack resonated though the tunnel, making your stomach drop. Just as you stumbled out of the tunnel, the ceiling collapsed in a heap of dust and rock, the proximity of the blast knocking you both to the ground. You slowly rose to your feet, both coughing your lungs out as the dust cleared, revealing the entrance to be completely blocked.
“Shit!” cursed Negan, swinging Lucille aggressively at nothing. The volume and anger of his voiced caused you to tense up. “I fuckin’ told them not to bring those fuckin’ explosives! Fuckin’ stable, my ass!” As he agonisingly rubbed his hand over his face, the walkie-talkie on his belt buzzed.
“You all right, Boss?” Simon’s crackly voice came through, followed by a click and a silence. Negan sighed and took hold of the walkie-talkie, raising it to his face.
“Yeah, we’re okay,” he said, the anger in his voice dissipating. Click.
“That’s a relief.” Click.There was a silence. “You want us to circle round and come get you?” Click.
“Naw, that tunnel’s the only passage through this shithole for several miles. You won’t make it before dark. Take the supplies back to Doctor Smarty-Pants and make sure he gets all the parts. Come back for us tomorrow morning at the intersection down on Eightieth. You got that?” Click. You were mesmerised by his ability to take control of a situation.
“Loud and clear. Stay safe, Boss. We’ll be back in the morning.” Click.
Negan hooked the walkie-talkie back onto his belt and began walking back down the road. Startled into action, you jogged to catch up with him in the fading light. Your foot wasn’t hurting all that much any more. Negan took long, wide steps with those long legs of his, walking with intent.
“So, um, where are we headed?” you piped up, trying hard to match his pace. Negan side-eyed you as he kept walking.
“We passed an abandoned house about a half mile up the road. Should be safe enough just for tonight.” He seemed to have calmed down a little now, though adrenaline still pumped rapidly through your own veins. As you watched him, you felt your heart swell a little in your chest. He’d come back for you.
“Do we…Do we need to walk so fast?” you asked, out of breath.
“If we want to get there before sundown, yeah,” he said flatly.
“Oh, right. Yeah,” you said meekly, feeling a just a little stupid. You walked for a few minutes in silence as you worked out how to thank him. “Hey, Boss, um, thanks. For back there – coming back for me…” You coughed. “That was….” Negan turned to look at you more this time. “I’m really grateful.”
“Well…you’re welcome.” His tone sounded oddly humble. “But it wouldn’t have made any sort of fuckin’ sense to leave you. People are valuable to me alive, particularly my Saviours. Only natural to come get your sorry ass out of the dirt,” he chuckled, letting you know he was at least partly teasing. “Not to mention, running would have been fuckin’ spineless as shit. And you know me.” He flashed you that devilish smile, sending a bolt of energy down your body.
You walked the rest of the way in silence as the darkness crept in around you. The darker it got, the more alert you both became. You unsheathed your hunting knife and kept it poised to strike, Negan ready to swing Lucille with his spare hand on the hilt of his own knife. You neared the abandoned house as the sun finished slipping from the sky, checking the perimeter before going inside. You covered Negan as you searched all the rooms one by one. It was a one storey wooden shack with three rooms: a front room with a couch and kitchen, a bedroom, and pokey little bathroom. You found it empty.
“Well, it’s not the Four Seasons…” you mused sarcastically as you idly looked at the photo frame on the cabinet. You tried a couple of old-fashioned looking lamps, finding them with just enough battery left to dimly illuminate parts of the room, then went around securing the windows and pulling the curtains while Negan secured the door, barricading it with a few chairs for good measure. Negan chuckled darkly at your comment as he rested Lucille on the couch.
“Don’t you fret, darlin’. I’ll take you some place real nice next time,” he grinned, busying himself with setting up the couch.
“What are you doing?” you asked flatly.
“What’s it look like? There’s only one bed, and I’m letting you have it, because I’m just that much of a stand up guy.” An icy draft blew through the little cracks in between the warped wood of the planks.
“No, you’ll freeze out here. No way.” You snatched the cushion from him and held it close to you. Negan cocked his eyebrow and took a step closer to you.
“You seen the size of that bed?” He sounded almost warning. You fiddled with the frayed edge of the cushion as he continued to take long, arduous steps towards you. “It’s bigger than a single – just. But it’s no double. I’m not small. It would be an fuckin’ tight fit.” You swallowed hard at his choice of words as he loomed over you. “You think you can handle having me pressed up against you all night?” His eyes were devious and playful.
“You’re not sleeping on that couch.” You dipped out of answering the question as all sorts of lewd scenarios started running on a loop through your head. Negan paused, assessing your insistency.
“All right, suit yourself. But don’t squeal or any fuckin’ shit like that if you feel my dick get hard on you. That shit just happens sometimes.” His tongue stroked the bottom lip of his grin as he chuckled, before sitting down heavily on the couch to clean Lucille.
You rolled your eyes, fighting the grin in your face, before wandering over to the corner of the front room that appeared to be the kitchen, and began rummaging through the cupboards in search of food. You found a single dented tin and placed it on the counter, before looking through the overhead cupboards for a box of matches.
“Shit…” you mumbled, slamming the cupboard door shut. Negan stirred at the loud sound. You rubbed the back of your neck with your hand as he came over to see what the fuss was about. “Looks like it’s cold Alphabetti Spaghetti tonight. No matches,” you said, defeated.
“We don’t need matches.” Negan pulled out a gleaming, silver Zippo from his pocket and handed it to you. You couldn’t help but get excited, quickly looking it over in your hands before flicking it open and lighting the gas stove.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” you said, using your knife to cut open the lid of the tin and pouring the contents into a saucepan to begin heating it through.
“Not anymore, I don’t. Lighter’s not mine,” he said sombrely. You turned the lighter over and found a pair of engraved initials on the other side. The second initial was now illegible, but you could just about make out the first to be an L. Your heart twinged, and you quickly handed it back to him. You ended up eating in silence, not knowing what to talk about.
Soon after finishing eating, you began yawning, and covered your mouth with your hand. You rubbed your eyes as they watered a little. Negan looked over at you and scoffed good naturedly.
“Looks like someone ought to be getting to bed.” He sounded awfully patronising, but you didn’t have the energy to mind.
You dragged your feet all the way to the bedroom where you stripped your jeans and jacket. Negan followed you in, removing his own pants and his leather jacket before collecting the clothes that you left strewn on the floor, folding them, and putting them on the chair in the corner. You were painfully aware of him watching you in the dark. You stealthily removed your bra under your shirt, allowing it to fall on the floor. Even in the dark, you were sure you could see his mouth hang open a little. You got in between the sheets in your panties and shirt, using your peripherals to keep an eye on Negan as he did the same. You almost hated to admit it, but he’d been right: it was a very tight fit. There was only just enough room for you both to lay down. His wide shoulders came into constant contact with yours. You knew he was a large man, but his feet were hanging a few inches off the edge of the bed. You felt bad about prodding a sensitive memory about Lucille earlier, as well as the draft he must have been feeling, and began curling up into a foetus position.
“You can curl up around me, if you want. I don’t mind, since your feet will get cold otherwise,” you said quietly. The sheets ruffled as Negan adjusted in the bed.
“You sure?” he asked a little playfully. “Pretty sure that counts as spooning. Can be seriously arousing stuff.” You rolled your torso back over to face him.
“Call it whatever you want, just get your legs around me!” you blurted out. Not your finest choice of words.
“Oh-ho? You seem pretty eager to get my body against yours, Y/N,” he growled through his grin, turning over and bringing his legs up around you. Negan stared seductively at you and you slapped him on the shoulder as you turned back around.
“Not like that, you ass!” you giggled lightly as his you felt the warmth if his body closing around you.
His arm curled around your middle, pulling you into him. As your body came into contact with his crotch, you tensed up, all of a sudden hyper aware of everything. His warm breath misted around the nape of your neck, sending a shiver of goosebumps radiating across your body, which settled and pooled between your legs. You wrestled with the need to rub your legs together or move your hips, not wanting to let him know how he was affecting you. Not more than a few minutes ago, you’d been ready to fall asleep at any moment. Now you were wide awake, and it didn’t look like you’d be able to drift off any time soon. You became aware of Negan’s breathing softening as he drifted off to sleep, enveloping you in his frame. You felt yourself twitch below.
It was going to be a long night.
You awoke in the middle of the night to pleasurable sensations as your hips gently thrust back and forth on their own. As you drowsily came to your senses, you realised that your leg was hooked over Negan’s as he laid on his back, your pussy rubbing against his leg. You had both evidently shifted in your sleep. You immediately stopped the rocking of your hips, feeling a pulse in protest for more friction. You screamed internally, cursing yourself under your breath. You’d been having a wet dream, half enacting it out in real life. You just thanked God you hadn’t got on top of him and started doing the same thing.
“Ah – Humping Beauty finally wakes,” said Negan sarcastically, his eyes still closed. You jumped in surprise.
“Shit – I thought you were asleep!” you whisper-shouted.
“Not with you grinding on my leg for the past half hour like a dog in heat,” he chuckled. “My dick’s too hard to sleep now, anyway.” You swallowed hard as the moonlight caught the edge of his impressive boner beneath the sheets.
“I’m sorry. I was asleep…I didn’t know what I was doing…” you said quietly, feeling shame and humiliation creeping over you. Needless to say, the dream had been about Negan.
“You don’t need to apologise – felt fan-fuckin’-fantastic.” Negan turned his face to you. “But what I really wanna know is what you were dreaming about. Shit, you gotta have one hell of an imagination.”
Your face flushed brightly as fragments of the dream came back to you. Negan laughed lightly at your reaction – even in the dark he must have been able to tell you were blushing. You face-planted into the pillow and let out a groan of agony, before turning your back on him and huddling up in the covers again for comfort. You wanted the mattress to open up and swallow you whole. Suddenly, you froze at the sensation of his body pressing up against yours, sending your pulse haywire. His chin came up over your shoulder as his hand snaked down your abdomen to your underwear. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation, not wanting to stop him. His fingers cupped around your seeping heat, eliciting a light moan from your lips. Your hips began grinding gently against his hand.
“You want me to touch you?” he whispered into your ear.
You gave a breathless response, nodding your head. You felt his grin on your neck as his beard sensually scratched your skin. His fingers slid inside your underwear, slowly pulling apart your warm, swollen folds. He took his time caressing your slit, the abundance of your juices squelching as he explored you.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he growled. His fingers split into a V, massaging across your inner and outer folds. “This all for me?” he asked cockily. You moaned something close to ‘yeah’. A surge of sexual confidence channelled through you.
“You make me so wet, Negan….mmm….” you mewled as he worked his fingers through you. “I was thinking about you. In my sleep. You make me so horny….ahhh…God, I want you so bad…”
Negan brought his finger up, caressing your clit a few times as a kind of reward for your answer. Your hips pressed into his touch, pulling a moan from inside you. Satisfied with you response, Negan brought his fingers back down and teased your entrance for a while, before sinking his middle finger deep inside you. You gripped his arm across your body as he began slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. Your hips rolled with his movements, your ass backing up into his crotch. Gentle rumbles of arousal sounded in his throat, while gasps and hums of pleasure fell from your lips.
Your torso twisted round in pleasure. Negan laid on is back, pulling you on top of him for ease of access to your pussy. You put up no resistance, allowing him to move you as he saw fit. You could feel his large, quivering boner underneath you, his legs bent either side of yours. While one hand continued to slowly penetrate you, he started playing with your breast under your top with the other. You lolled back on his body in pleasure as he twisted your pointed nipple in time with his finger. Negan slipped in a second finger, stretching your entrance further, and began curling them round with each insertion. You twisted and writhed against him under his touch.
“Am I making you feel good, Y/N?” he asked gently.
“Ahh…so good, Negan….p-please don’t stop…” you whispered.
Negan removed the hand fondling your breast and brought it down to your pussy, aptly parting your folds and beginning to encircling your swollen clit in time with the insertions of his fingers. A deep moan sounded from within you as he stroked you so perfectly. You laid inert from pleasure in his strong grasp for a while, when suddenly you felt yourself leave the plateau of pleasure you had been on, your stomach beginning to tighten as your insides clenched and squeezed round his digits. The pleasure mounted quickly within you, your hands reaching back and grabbing hold of his shoulders as he worked you closer to your orgasm. Your hips bucked forcefully into his insertions, deepening his reach inside you.
“You wanna cum?” he asked, his voice deep and husky from arousal. You nodded, your fingers stretching up to graze the strained muscles in his neck.
“Please…” you whined between your ragged breaths. “….make me cum for you, Negan!”
“That’s just the kind of shit I like to hear,” he mumbled, before increasing the speed of his fingers plunging in and out of your pussy.
He fingered your clit in time with ramming his fingers in and out of your tender flesh, driving your hips wild. Lewd moans and whimpers fell from your lips as you felt your insides rising.
“Oh God…Negan! I-I’m cumming!” you called as quietly as you could, still aware that an abundance in noise was dangerous.
You had barely uttered the words before the climax hit you. Waves of pulsing pleasure flooded through you, clouding your vision and making you lightheaded. You threw your head back into his chest, moaning his name as your hips bucked sporadically, and your insides squeezed and convulsed around his fingers, before falling limp on his body. As your orgasm subsided, Negan slowed down his fingers before removing them from your pussy and putting them in his mouth. Your chest was rising and falling heavily, your limbs weak and your skin clammy.
Still drowsy in the head, you twisted round onto your front, wanting to return the favour. You impatiently tugged down his boxers, exposing his long, throbbing member. You eagerly bent down, taking it gently at the base in one hand, and traced your tongue teasingly up the shaft. Your stimulated nipples pointed clearly through your soft, cotton top. Negan let out a grunt of pleasure as you encircled the flat of your tongue round his sensitive head. Closing your lips around the first few inches, you began slowly bobbing your head up and down, rubbing and exploring every inch of his cock with your tongue, while gradually taking more and more of him into your mouth. You felt your own cum dripping down the insides of your legs as you knelt between his. Negan put his hand on the back if your head, encouraging you to take more if his length inside you until he was ramming the back of your throat. You gagged a few times before consciously relaxing your throat, allowing his length to slip further in. You took him in to the hilt, zealously slurping on his dick as you sucked him off. Negan was soon groaning in pleasure, thrusting his hips up into your mouth.
“Shit. Your lips look so fucking perfect sucking on my dick,” he groaned, approaching breaking point.
You felt your lips breaking into a twisted grin as you worked faster, bringing him to the edge. You could feel the tension growing in his thighs, and hear the erotic whimpers escaping his lips. He suddenly released his hot, white cum into your mouth as his hips thrust deep into your mouth one last time. A deep, guttural sound of pleasure groaned from within him as his eyes screwed tightly shut. You removed his cock from your mouth, waiting for him to open his eyes so he could watch you swallowing his cum. You then bent down to suck and lick the drips of cum rolling down his shaft. Your eyes were weary, like you were high, and a lecherous smile spread across his lips. As you hungrily cleaned him, you felt that his erection was just as strong as before, and your insides twitched in expectation, knowing he had so much more left inside him. You lifted your eyes up to his and, feeling a dribble of his cum at the the corner of your mouth, licked it away with you tongue. Sitting back, you spread your legs and began running your fingers through your pussy, enticing him in. Negan sighed, running his hand over his face.
“Goddman it, I wanna fuck you so bad…” he breathed. “But I don’t have protection.” He lashed out, punching the headboard. There was a silence as you contemplated.
“I don’t mind,” you said. Negan looked up at you, the muscle in his jaw pulsing.
“You what?” He choked a little on his words.
“I don’t mind that you don’t have protection. I want you to fuck me raw, Negan. I want to feel every inch of you inside me.” Negan swallowed hard, the lust igniting in his eyes. He cursed under his breath, quickly getting to his knees and pushing you down by the shoulders. He passionately took your mouth in his, causing you to moan into him. He pulled away and forcefully spread your legs.
“Fuck – I can’t wait to get inside your perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he growled, positioning himself in front of your entrance. In a moment of tenderness, he paused, gently cradling the side of your face with his free hand. “You’re sure?” You nodded longingly. “All right…” he breathed leaning back and easing the tip of his cock inside you.
Pressing his hips forwards, he sank the rest of himself deep inside you, a hum of satisfaction murmuring between your lips as he rapturously stretched and filled your aching cunt. Negan paused a moment, allowing you to adjust to his substantial size, before gently rocking his hips, sliding his cock back and forth through the heat of your core. He grunted every now and then as he naturally increased his pace, reaching deep inside you with each thrust. Negan lowered himself down on top of you and forcefully took you by the mouth. You opened to him, allowing him to explore your mouth as you ran your fingers through his hair and around his neck. The strength in his jaw was almost surprising as he took the lead, continuing to thrust steadily into you below. He finally pulled away for air, and put his lips against your neck, sucking and nibbling a scattered path down to your breasts. You gasped airily at each new, sensual contact, your walls pulsing against his driving shaft.
“God – fuck! You’re so fuckin’ tight, Y/N,” he growled into your ear through mildly gritted teeth. You licked up his neck, through his short beard, and along his jawline, before curling your tongue around his earlobe.
“I haven’t been fucked – ahh! – since before all this…” you whispered.
Your words drew a lingering groan from him, fuelling his desire to know he was the first fuck you’d had in long, long time, driving him to fuck you harder and faster into the bed. The bed shook beneath you, creaking and groaning with every movement. Your skin slapped together loudly as he pounded into you, your ragged breathing filling the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, tilting your hips at just the right angle for his cock to catch your most tender places, sending you into constant ecstasy. Negan fought against the urge to sporadically thrust inside you, maintaining the rhythm and driving you crazy. The mounting pleasure between your legs gave you warning of your impending orgasm, your abdomen tensing up, and your hips bucking into his thrusts.
“Oh Negan….keep going…keep going….uhhh….” Your eyes scrunched tightly closed as you gave in to him entirely, no longer surpressing the intense sensations inside you. “Negan! I’m cumming again! Oh fuck!”
Pleasure exploded from within you, washing through your body in waves of tingling heat and satisfaction. Your hips bucked passionately as your abdomen creased and stretched with the arching of your back, your walls convulsing sporadically around his virile cock. You were shuddering weakly beneath him for a second, pleasurable time, whispering his name sensually from your trembling lips. Negan continued pounding into you, his face strained as he approached his own climax.
“Cum inside me, Negan,” you whispered, out of breath.
“All right, baby. I’m gonna cum in you. I’m gonna fill you up with my hot fucking cum.” You moaned at the notion, expectantly waiting as he vigorously thrust into you.
It wasn’t long before Negan came. He grunted and groaned as he thrust into you one last, deep time, his hips buckling as a load of his seed released inside you in forceful jets. Surprisingly weak, sensual groans were pulled from his being. As he finished, he rolled over onto the bed next to you, his breathing loud and ragged. When you had both recovered, you crawled back to the correct end of the bed and collapsed onto the pillow. With his arms protectively wrapped around you, you both quickly fell into a deep and pleasant slumber.
“How was I? Was I good?” Negan asked as you walked a few steps ahead of him down the road. You’d been walking for about an hour now. Turning round, you grinned at him, raising your hand to shield your eyes from the early morning sun.
“I came twice, Negan. Don’t you think that’s proof enough?” you said. He was over thinking it, but you decide to sooth his mind. After all, he had been so good that whatever you said couldn’t possibly have been a lie. You sighed and stopped, waiting for him to catch up to you. “Honestly? You were fucking great – no pun intended. Maybe even the best I’ve had,” you said slyly. “God, I’m getting wet just thinking about it,” you giggled into your hand, blushing.
“The feeling’s mutual,” said Negan, winking at you. The trucks were already waiting. After helping you up into the cabin, Negan slid in next to you, followed by Simon at the wheel.
As the trucks pulled away, Negan began poking and prodding you, before going on to cup your breasts in his hands. You told him to stop because of Simon through your giggles as he fondled you obscenely. But Negan leaned in and planted little kisses on your neck and face that made you giggle and delicately hit him, retelling him to stop as you ineffectually tried to push him off. Simon cocked an eyebrow to himself as he watched the road, detecting the atmosphere and immediately sussing out just what went down last night. After having his fun, Negan stopped and stared at you for a moment.
“Be my wife,” he proposed, confidently. Your eyes widened as your heart swelled in your chest. But your mind quickly shot it down.
“I can’t, Neg-….Boss. I can’t. I love being a Saviour. That would have to stop,” you said, truly melancholy.
“But what if I’ve knocked you up?” he said, softly. Simon coughed and spluttered in the background at the notion. “I want to take care of you if that happens,” he continued, ignoring Simon. “I want to even if it doesn’t.” You mulled it over in your head, touched by his concern, and admitted to yourself that marital ‘duties’ with Negan whenever you wanted would be nothing short of amazing.
“All right, how about this?” you said diplomatically. “I will agree to be your wife, but only if and when I get pregnant. Until then, I get to continue being a Saviour. And you don’t get to mollycoddle me until the doc’s positive.” Negan’s eyes flashed playfully, his tongue sliding over his lower lip.
“Deal.” He sat back up and faced out of the windshield, a big half goofy-half lecherous smile on his handsome features. His hand crept over to the inside of your thigh and you took in a sharp breath, your stomach fluttering. He threw you a despicably perverted glance and you bit down on your lip. From the look in his eyes, you had a feeling you’d be coming on a lot more runs with him from now on – and in more ways than one.