Daddy’s Attagirl

Summary: The sudden change in behaviour of your boyfriend Jason confused you but never have you ever expected something like this…

Warnings: Language, Smut, Swearing, Manipulation

Pairing: You x Negan

A/N: I'm back with a new story and be updating my pending ones soon :)

Of course, he couldn’t just stroll into your house, greeting you with a nice, sweet ‘Hello Babygirl’ and throw you over the table to fuck you like he imagined so many times since Jason showed him your picture. You were the only thing he could think about: Day and night. During breakfast, during lunch, during dinner. Under the shower, during his shift in the kitchen, in his uncomfortable hospital bed while pumping his rock-hard cock, cautiously so no caretaker would hear him heavily panting your name with each stroke. Every-goddamn-time you fogged up Negan’s mind and the urge to finally make you his increased with every stroke, with every time he came into his hand like a fuckin’ teenager. Only a few more hours…

It has been quiet some time since he had so much fun with his lady. With a bottle or two of red wine freshly delivered from Europe they sit together in the kitchen and dive into the memories of their relationship. His favorite is definitely their first meeting, even when it was, well let’s say, semi painful.

Nothing relaxed him more than driving around on his Harley whenever the time was given. Driving down the highway the sight of a car on the side of the street caught his eyes. What took him by surprise was the girl suddenly turning around and throwing something on the street. "Oh fuck!" He shouted as he jerked the bike around and slid over the asphalt.

"Oh god, oh god! Are you alright? Can you move? Do you feel this?" She cried in panic as her little hands checked for any wounds.

What he felt for sure was his heart as he looked up in her face before passing the fuck out.

"I passed out like a pussy." He chuckles and finishes his glass.

"You were hurt. My poor daddy." Purring she takes his hand to kiss his knuckles.

And like always something so innocently turning way more dirty as she sucks on his fingertip seductively. Like a lightning his blood shoots through the body and collects in his dick. Hurling his hand away he pushes himself away from the table and almost falls over with his chair which leaving the two giggling again.

"Get over here." He whispers huskily. "Come to daddy."

She does and with the alcohol flooding in her veins she’s more than eager as she gets down on the knees and nestles with his jeans. Helping her, light headed and aroused, he pulls out his hardening shaft and strokes herself right in front of her face. "Ya already drooling baby?"

"Yes daddy and now give him to me." She pouts and he chuckles again.

Running his tip along her lips he spreads the salty beads of precum before slapping his cock against her cheek. Unfortunately, or not, the fun is quicker over than wanted as she takes over and swallows him until he hits the back of her throat. Deep groans rolling from his throat and filling the kitchen as she bobs her head up and down. Fisting her hair he leads her, showing her that he wants it a little harder than usual as he scrapes his sensitive swollen cock along her teeth.

"Get up."

As she raises to her feet Jeffrey turns her around and pushes her panties aside. With her legs clutched together and his own ones open he manhandles her drenching pussy over his length. "So hot." He mumbles and presses her back closely to his chest as he jerks himself into her like possessed. "Fuck, I love your cunt."

"You do daddy? And I love your thick juicy cock." She whines. Real sexy she wants to tilt a little around to kiss him as she almost slips down and he quickly has to catch her.

"Mhm, we might should continue this in the bedroom." He suggests and keeps himself buried in her.

"Or on the table."

Magic - Our muses have sex as part of a ritual

Being new to set is always comfortable, everyone wants to see the new girl, saying hello and stuff while others ignore you. The expectation is Jeffrey. Unlike the others he’s affectionate with hugs and chit chatting around like he’s knowing you since years. He’s also a hell of a flirt, but you think it’s simply part of his personality and so you don’t read much into it.

The first days passing and you quite feel comfortable already with the people around you and the small trailer already having your personal touch. It’s the late evening of a Wednesday and after twelve hours of filming with your soles burning you can’t wait to end the day with a good book. And maybe a drink or two. Unfortunately a certain someone has different plans as you hear Jeffrey‘s voice calling your name through the door.

"Come in."

"Gettin‘ cozy already, huh? Good girl." He drawls with a wink. "Unfortunately I’ve to disturb your lil doing there."

With a wave of his hand he gestures for you to go over to him what you do, uncertain if you might missed a meeting or something. As you ask him he just stares down at you before shaking the head slightly in a nod.

"It’s something more... let’s say, personal. There’s a certain ritual for newcomers, y’know?" You don’t and this time it’s you shaking the head as he suddenly wraps his large hand around your ass.

"What the hell?" You gasp, a little frozen by his doing.

"I want to welcome you properly to the walking dead fam if you want to, of course."

There’s greed behind his hazel eyes with a certain amount of need which making you weak in the knees. A thousand questions filling your mind, but this feels like an one time chance and you can’t say no. You don’t want to.

"Yes."

That’s all what it needs for him as he picks you up and crashes against the kitchen aisle with you. Settling you down on it his lips finding yours in a kiss filled with hot hunger. Something you didn’t feel in years as you try keeping up with the rolls of his tongue, knowing you fight a lost battle here. He’s definitely a good kisser, phenomenal, with his scruff scraping against the soft skin around your mouth.

"Oh god." You whimper as his fingers sneak under the waistband of your sleeping boxer and ripping them down in a single swift.

"Jeff is enough." He smirks as he spoils the skin of your neck with gentle sucks. "Or I got a better idea. I want to be your daddy tonight."

"Daddy." You mumble and get a deep purr in return.

"Say it again baby girl."

"Daddy... oh." What used to be your comfy sleeping shirt is now shredded to pieces and you couldn’t care less.

"Holy shit, let daddy look at those." Weighing your breasts in his hands he kisses them both. "Daddy might likes the left one better."

"Uh oh."

Moaning your head rolls back as he starts flicking his tongue over your nipple while scratching the other with his thumb. You want to beg him, but no words are leaving your mouth as instead you pull on his shirt with a small desperate whine. By now you’re more than wet and for sure leaking down on the tiles.

"Don’t worry baby, daddy’s needy too."

Hearing the clicking of his belt you want to ask about a condom, anything, but you’re way too stunned by his appearance. By his tanned chest and the soft dark hair going down to his hard shaft standing proud at attention. You want to go down on him, making him dirty promises and be his best girl. And again he’s quicker than you as he drapes your leg over his shoulder.

Holding your breath you feel a deep moan rolling from your throat as he slides his tip into your vessel. It’s big and warm, and you barely can adjust him as he jerks his hips into you. Crying out you try to get ahold of him as he takes your hand. The gesture is almost too soft and building a strong contrast to his hard thrusts.

In the end you can’t tell how long you’re united in a sweaty hug of passion and desire as he carries you from one high to the next. You don’t want it to end and already missing him as he still strokes your insides in a stuttering rhythm. All of him soaks you in, the way some dark strands of hair falling in his forehead, his deep groans and mumbles of your name. The way he feels under your palms and in your pussy.

"You always greet everyone like that daddy?" You ask as he spreads the last beads of cum over your stomach as he stops suddenly. For a moment he honestly looks hurt and then pissed.

Mads Mikkelsen x Female Reader

Warnings; Smut, female oral receving, sexual content. 

 I had this idea with Mads/Hannibal combined: So, the OC (id love If you could name her Ylana again) and Mads are actors in Hannibal and in the series they’re not a couple, but good friends in real life noticing the sexual tension between them. As they spend a nice evening together they found some fun smutty stories by accident where the writer ships Ylana’s character with Mads character (Hannibal x Female Character name) and Mads starts to read out the story loud for fun but soon realising that it’s going to be a smutty one and both of them get turned on, but not daring to make a move so the sexual tension is even higher after reading the story. Anyway… both of them try to work together professionally and the continue to read smutty stories about their characters in private, getting turned on immensely and then you can choose how Mads approaches Ylana to make the stuff written in the smutty stories come true? 😅 I hope this ignites the muse! 

@negans-attagirl​ 

A/N: Thank you for this request I had fun lol! Sorry for nyt typos. Enjoy!

‘’Cut!’’

Bryan Fuller’s voice was heard by all of the actors and actresses who were on the set, ‘’Thank you for today guys. See you tomorrow.’’ As soon as he said cut Mads looked at you and started to giggle like a 5 year old. He had a habit of making your job difficult by bursting into laughter or tickling you in the middle of a scene, it was as if he wasn’t a 47 year old man, just a naughty child. You never got angry at him though because over these months you guys got closer and closer, you had to spend time together and this allowed you to get comfortable with him and become his friend… deep down you wished you could be more than his friend but you buried those unholy thoughts and feelings and locked them up, you had to be professional and not fuck this up. ‘’Fuck I need to smoke. Care to join me?’’ he asked you casually and you had to suppress your childish noise, ‘’Sure.’’ You left the set and went outside, he had his Hannibal Lecter suit on him, he looked handsome and sophisticated, your clothes were expensive too and walking in those high-heels was painful but you loved the way people looked at you, they saw confidence and a beautiful woman. Not to mention Mads checking you out every once in a while. Mads offered you a cigarette and you gladly took it. He lit yours first, eyes locked on your lips for a second and then he lit his, ‘’Bryan thinks that we have a good chemistry.’’ He said and started to smoke, ‘’I think so too Mads, I’m comfortable when I work with you and others. It’s an amazing TV series and we have amazing fans. They keep sending me fan fiction and fan art.’’ You said feeling your cheeks go red, you read some of those fics and they were sexual, you couldn’t leave your eyes from the bright screen of your laptop yesterday night, some fans have a wild imagination world. ‘’Fan fiction?’’ He asked curious, his maroon eyes searched your face, ‘’Fans write  stories about us and the show, about our characters.’’ He threw his cigarette and stepped on it, a cloud of smoke left his plump lips, ‘’I would like to read those stories. Have you read one?’’ Should you lie or tell him the truth? You had to look up to meet his gaze he was taller than you. ‘’No. I haven’t had time.’’ His eyes felt heavy, you shouldn’t have lied, he didn’t speak for a moment still looking at you directly to see if lied or not and then he gave up. ‘’I’m starving Mads, we can order take-out if you want and eat together.’’ Mads was happy to hear the offer because first of all he liked spending time with you, you made him smile more often and second of all.. he was hungry like a wolf.

You rented a house close to the set, at first you were staying at a hotel because no one was sure if Hannibal TV series was going to continue but later it was established that you will shoot 3 seasons so you rented a small place for yourself. Mads visited you a lot but every time he came to your house you were nervous, didn’t know what to do or to say. He walked in like he owned the place, took off his shoes and jumped on your couch, you went to the kitchen to order the food and bring beers.

As the night went you ate and found yourself reading fan fiction with Mads Mikkelsen. He was sitting next to you on the couch, he was a tall man so he took a lot of space and your arms were touching, not that you complained.

‘’Hannibal Lecter looked at her like a starved man, he didn’t know whether he wanted to kill her or fuck her-‘’

‘’Oops.’’ Mads started to laugh, he was the one who wanted to read them with you and you were both having fun. ‘’Keep reading I wanna know.’’ You encouraged him because he stopped and took a sip from his third beer, he looked unsure to continue he wanted to but he needed the encouragement. ‘’As you wish my lady.’’ He got comfortable on the couch,

‘’She was just standing in his basement, uncovered his deepest and darkest secret and he was unsure of himself for the first time. This woman bewitched him that was his conclusion because he found himself reaching to kiss her. She was trapped between Hannibal and the cold wall of his basement and her heart was racing. Was she scared of this serial killer? Probably, however, the anticipation of this man having feelings for her sent shivers to her entire body.’’

As Mads was reading you finished your cold beer to calm yourself, he looked so into it and it sent unholy ideas to your mind.

Mads had a pillow on his lap to cover his growing bulge and your laugh, heavy breathing didn’t make anything easy for him. He wished he found fan fiction before because this was fun and sexy. He wanted to do what Hannibal was doing to your character right now but he didn’t want to make anything awkward between you two.

‘’His hand slipped under the dress she was wearing, found her lace underwear and felt how wet she was,’’ Mads and you gave a shaky laugh, he cleared his throat and took another sip from his cold beer wondering if you were wet right now. You shifted your legs moments ago so it gave him hope.

‘’When Hannibal removed his two fingers he put them in her mouth and she tasted herself, eyes on his dark ones. ‘’Good girl.’’ Hannibal replied with his rich accent.’’

You had to squeeze your thighs slowly because you felt how wet you were when you moved on your small seat, arms still touching. ‘’Someone has a daddy kink.’’ You said looking at the bright screen of your laptop and didn’t notice the look Mads gave you. He wanted to be the one you call daddy under covers. ‘’Not surprised. Hannibal is a control freak.’’ He added to your comment.

‘’Hannibal touched her wet cunt again but this time he started to move his fingers, ‘’Tell me what you want little girl.’’ His voice was low and dangerous and she could cum right there.’’

‘’This is your part darling.’’ Mads turned to you, when you saw what the character said you swallowed silently,

‘’I want you to fuck me with your fingers daddy, please.’’

You read it

as Mads asked you, and saw a spark of light in his maroon eyes, was he enjoying this as much as you do?

There was a slight pink color on his high cheek bones, lips parted and you could hear his breathing go heavy. To your surprise you heard your phone ring, it was hard to stop looking into his eyes but you managed and answered the call. It was Bryan, he said the plans were changed and you had to go to set earlier than usual. You told Mads about it and he put the laptop on the glass coffee table. ‘’It’s getting late and we should get some sleep, see you tomorrow darling.’’ Before you could say anything he left quickly and you missed the chance to see his huge bulge, he had to take care of it when he returned his home and you had to take a quick shower.

The  Next Day

As soon as you saw Mads in his Hannibal clothes you remembered last night and you felt your pussy throb with need. This man was going to be the end of you, ‘’Morning love.’’ Mads had a habit of calling you love, darling, sweet girl etc. ‘’Morning.’’

As you were filming the scenes together directors and Bryan were keep giving you compliments and telling you how great you both were. It was true you and Mads had a great chemistry on the screen, and you were good friends in real life. Your scenes weren’t intimate  but there was one where Hannibal touched your character’s hand and kissed it gently and you forgot how to breathe for a second. Mads was looking at you with those beautiful eyes, you could still feel the gentle kiss on your hand. He winked at you after the scene came to an end, you took a break and Mads asked you to use your laptop because his phone died and he had no charger, you were talking to Hugh Dancy at that moment so you said yes and brushed him off, Hugh was talking about a scene you shared and how to improve it. Mads didn’t like you attitude, he didn’t like when your attention wasn’t on him. He clenched his sharp jaw and left, you always had your laptop with you so he walked to your trailer, the door was open. He could smell your perfume, it made his mouth water. He found your laptop, his mind went to last night, he didn’t want to stop reading but it got to the point where he almost pinned you down to the couch and make love to you. Before he closed the laptop he noticed something, there was a tab he clicked on it and it lead him to a tumblr blog where there was a fan fiction, ‘’Liar.’’ Deep down he knew you read those stories. It was a sexual one, he couldn’t help but read it, it was about your characters and they were having sex.. a rough sex. Imagining you reading this alone turned him on, he was rock hard. He wanted to know the reason why you lied to him yesterday, he could ask you but that would reveal that he opened that tab and read the fan fic himself too. When Mads heard footsteps he quickly closed the laptop and left your trailer and ran to his. He had to touch himself and take care of hard cock. He wished you were there to help him.

Later that day Mads invited you to his house to read more stories together and you said yes, how could you refuse him? He had you wrapped around his finger and he had no idea.

He opened a bottle of wine for you because he knew that you loved red wine, got himself a can of beer and you opened your laptop, ‘’Let’s find a new one.’’ You looked so innocent while searching and so focused that he just wanted to grab your chin and kiss you but he took a deep breath and let you find a fic. ‘’I read the last one, you should read this.’’ He wanted to hear you say those nasty words and you didn’t complain.

‘’When Hannibal noticed that his office door was unlocked he felt rush of adrenalin. He remembered locking it yesterday night, was it someone he knew or just a break in situation? He carefully walked inside and saw her sitting on his shiny brown desk. She only had her dark red lace lingerie and a red lollipop between those beautiful lips. He closed the door behind him and locked it, ‘’I didn’t think you would be this bold. I must admit I am surprised.’’ He said coming closer to her, her scent filled his nostrils, ‘’I had a steamy dream of you last night Doctor,’’ she licked the lollipop gently, ‘’I haven’t waken up ever since.’’ Hannibal put his work bag on the floor and came to stand right between her open legs.’’ Mads started to shift at his eat, ‘’These fans I swear to God.’’ You smiled, when you were reading it he could feel the words going directly to his manhood. He couldn’t take it anymore. ‘’Why did you lie about not reading any fics about us?’’

You didn’t expect a question liked that, ‘’I didn’t.’’ Mads smirked like the devil himself, ‘’I saw an open tab on your laptop today, it was a smut fic about us. I think,’’ he put the beer can on the coffee table and came close to her, ‘’you read those to touch yourself at night. You imagine me touching you, fucking you into the  mattress like a wild animal. Am I wrong sweet girl?’’

He put the laptop away, ‘’Cat got your tongue?’’ you remembered to speak, ‘’I- yes I read fics about us.’’ His big hand came to caress your flushed cheek. ‘’Do you touch yourself too my love?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You breathed, that was the answer he wanted to hear. He leaned in to kiss your wet lips, your body felt like it was lit by gasoline. Your hands went to his hair and you slowly got comfortable on the couch. He was on top of you now and kissing you like a starved man, he parted his lips, ‘’The thought of you reading those alone at night… I had to touch myself at work love. You were in my mind all day.’’ This honest confession almost made you cry. This time you kissed him, it was passionate, needy and hard. He was between your legs, your hands went to take off his black shirt and he helped you. Seeing his torso, touching it made your pussy throb with excitement. His chest hair was grey, he was much older than you but fuck it right? Who cares.

He decided to stand up and look at you, you were on his couch, legs separated, hair a mess and you were still very much clothed. He knelt and grabbed your legs to make you sit, he was on his knees and he had an idea. He pulled your pants with your wet panties and you took off your blouse, your clothes were somewhere on the floor and you didn’t care. A strand of grey hair fell to his forehead, your kneecaps pressed up hard against his chest, he wanted to eat you out until you screamed his name. The cool air of the house met your hot and slick pussy and you inhaled sharply, he opened you up even wider and you felt exposed, your hands went to cover your flushed face but he held your wrists, ‘’Don’t, please. You are beautiful and I’m honored to be in your presences my goddess. All I want is to serve you tonight.’’ His words felt intimate and honest. You felt safe and loved.

He looked at your exposed part, ‘’You look divine.’’ Hi face was too close to your cunt and you could feel his breathing, he first kissed your inner thighs, eyes locked on you. You felt so soft he could cry, he left few marks on your inner thighs, and suddenly his lips enveloped on your clit. The noise just left your parted lips made him smile, his mouth felt like a fucking furnace, hot and needy, his silver tongue came out to play with your clit and you could hear and feel him hum deeply in his throat. His fingers were holding and brushing your soft thighs, your cunt was swollen already and his sweet tongue was swirling circles around it. Your hips had their own mind, moving in rhythm. He slowly pushed two fingers in you, and your hands went to his thick hair, pulling with passion ‘’Oh- f- fuck!’’

His rough growls turned you even more, he pulled his fingers and pushed them again, creating a rhythm and his mouth was still on you, never stopped licking, kissing. His fingers were pushing in and out over and over again and were panting heavily, ‘’Mads, oh fuck k- keep going.’’

A fire was lit in your abdomen, and you started to beg him to be faster, he was teasing you with his hot mouth and fingers and he was slow but steady. ‘’Please faster Mads faster,’’ he liked the way you beg but kept being steady. He kept licking through your wet folds and finger fucking you. That was  spreading to your body, your breathing was shallow and he still was going steady and it made you cry. You were shedding tears because of how good you were getting fucked by his mouth and fingers. And he stopped, removed his mouth and fingers which left you confused, he raised his two fingers to your mouth, you opened up and liked them and you moaned, never leaving eye contact and Mads felt his hard cock leaking with pre-cum. His fingers went inside you again, wetter this time. Your hips were locked and the soft moans leaving your mouth was driving him crazy but tonight was about you, he wanted to make love to you, give the pleasure you deserve. ‘’I-I- m gonna cum Mads oh I-m coming’’ his mhmmmm sound gave you courage, your hand was locked in his hair, he gave a soft lick on your clit and curled his fingers inside and hit a spot where no man could do it before. You didn’t hold your cry and sob and let your body erupt, your back arched and you saw white lights your legs were uncontrollably shaking and your cunt was flooding itself, you came in a man’s mouth for the first time in your life and Mads Mikkelsen didn’t pull away or looked disgusted, tonight he ruined all the men for you.

He slowly pulled out his fingers and mouth, your grip on his hair got loose, you moaned when he left contact because your cunt was still pulsating and legs were shaking ever so slightly. He kissed you lazily and then left a soft kiss on your forehead, ‘’Good girl.’’

Negan being your sugar daddy would include:

❦ Negan loves to spoil the shit out of you whether it’s in form of gifts or affection like slow kisses or long, sinful massages.

❦ Negan paying for anything you want and need, nothing is too expensive for him as long as he gets this adorable little smile from you.

❦ Negan buying you clothes, lingerie, make up, perfume - simple everything he wants you to see in, but he wouldn’t pressure you into wearing something when you don’t like / aren’t comfortable with it. Also he buys you these big, comfy hoodies when you spend a home day, including cuddling.

❦ Negan paying you extra money for 'special things' like when you dance for him or accompany him somewhere. But never for sex - you are his babygirl and not his hooker.

❦ Negan‘s getting you toys in your favorite color like plugs, vibrators, collar and leash. But he also never fails to surprise you with a new stuffy.

❦ Negan loves to show you off to his friends and is being proud to have someone so beautiful and clever like you on his side.

❦ Negan calling you all the cute nicknames when he messages you or you’re together from babygirl to daddy’s princess, but he also doesn’t hesitate to call you daddy’s lil slut or his cum dumpster in bed. It only gets fucking serious when he calls you by his forename.

❦ Besides all the kinky fuckery Negan also enjoys it to spoon you and holding you tight in his arms or taking long, hot bathes with you.

❦ Sometimes Negan even enjoys treating you like his little one when he picks out your clothes and brush your hair.

❦ Negan never fails to praise you, telling you how much he adores and loves you. He‘s having a way with words and making you feel wanted and all fuzzy on the inside.

❦ Negan has real feelings for you, when he said the three words for the first time, he meant them. That ain’t a kinky game for him, he’s investing feelings and deeply cares about you.

❦ Your health, comfort zone and your little heart having top priority for him and he protects them at all fucking cost.

❦ When you’re going out, whether it’s for dinner, shopping or just a walk he’s always holding you tight and rasps cute and sexy things into your ear.

❦ Sometimes Negan likes to tease you with different things and he won’t stop until you give him this adorable pout and stomps with your tiny feet. But immediately he’s making it up to you by pulling you on his lap and tickling your neck with his scruff.

❦ Negan is never too busy for you. When he’s at work and you want to hear his voice you can bet on it that he’ll take the time to call you.

Interested in a would include? Feel free to send them in!

Going out with Negan is alway something special, literally. From the ultimate fun night to another club kicking you two out you already went through a lot with one of your closest friend.

Friend. And sometimes it’s quite the issue as you sometimes think more about him than you should be. Another one is that Negan never tried doing a move on you which is surprising considered that he climbs everything that moves. An explanation could be that you aren’t his type which would make sense if you don’t spot him right now flirting with some chick with badly dyed hair.

Sighing you turn around and want to get yourself another drink as you bump right into a chest. "Sorry I... Damien?" Pure panic fills your veins as you stare in the cold eyes of your ex lover. "What are you doing here?"

Damien is, and to say it in Negan’s words, the biggest piece of shit walking on fucking earth. While your best friend plays a woman’s body and letting them know about his intentions, Damien played your heart. Your soul and crushed it almost into pieces.

"I saw your car and thought it would be nice to say hello."

Suddenly he’s way too close as he whispers a Hi into your ear while the smell of his aftershave making you dizzy in the head. Still in disbelief you don’t reply and just stare to the ground which making him angry. Yeah, nothing pisses him more off than you ignoring him and he right shows you as his chest puffs and he grabs your wrist. "Come." He’s making you move as he drags you out of the bar with no help in sight. Not even Negan.

"Time to reunite, don’t you think?" He tries luring you in like he did so many times before.

It’s pretty clear what he means with that as he presses his body against yours as his fingers nestle with your shirt. You want to scream and punch him in the balls. All the strength you gathered since the break up seems to vanish into nothing as your shaking fingers curl to fists.

Suddenly it’s over as someone yanks Damien away from you and the asshole finds himself lifted and pressed against the wall of the bar. Negan is right in his face with an expression you’ve never seen on him before. You know him yelling and chairs throwing, but not that cold and calculated. It’s terrifying and in a sick way incredibly sexy.

"Sh, sh listen real fucking closely asshole." Negan whispers towards the struggling Damien. "I want to fucking tell you never to even think about her again, but the truth is... well, I want you to. Think about her every damn day and when the fucking time comes you come near her again like the stupid prick you are or even dare touching her shit will end real bad for you." A short unamused chuckle fills the tensed air which only gets broken by your low gasp. "Oh D, I fucking promise you that your own mamma wouldn’t be able to recognize your suck ass face when they unzip the body bag in front of her."

The following seconds are like a blur as Negan letting go off the asshole and he runs away. Negan on the other hand turns towards you and carefully cupping your cheek to make sure you’re okay. Which you are, you guess.

"You didn’t.. h-he." A small sob bubbles out of your throat as Negan pulls you close in a warm hug. His scent filling your nose and unlike before you instantly feel so safe and cozy on the inside.

"It’s alright princess, he won’t fucking hurt you anymore." He whispers and places little kisses over your hair and forehead.

"Negan, I..."

"I know." He interrupts you softly. Is this really the same man from ten seconds ago? From all the time before? "I love you too, but I can’t lose my best fucking friend."

"Best friend? What are you, five?" You bubble out a giggle and cling to his shirt.

"Fuck you!" Laughing quietly he catches your wrists as you flinch slightly from where Damien had grabbed you earlier. Sighing he brings your red wrist up to kiss it. "I should fucking kill him."

"I think you should rather bring me home."

"Nope, I’ll take you with me. Not risking shit here with him around." Keeping you close you two walk to the car where you hand him the keys.

"Negan?"

"Princess?"

"Nothing has to change, you know? We can still be best friends, just..." You don’t know how to word it without sounding to silly.

"Just with benefits and being fucking exclusive?" He smiles and you nod, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, good. Would fucking love that."

Still everything is like always with him driving and old rock music filling the car. No touch or anything and if you wouldn’t be aware of your racing heart then you’d think that you imagined everything what was said.

"Oh fuck it!" He calls suddenly out and stops at the side of the street. Wrapping his large fingers around the back of your neck he pulls your face close to his. "Hi girlfriend."

> follow the story Negan and you together through diary entries and also normal story parts

September 2009

Being a nurse is sometimes like eating chocolate. First you feel the joy about having your own patient and later the nasty feeling of regret and self hate when you meet said patient. That’s how I feel about Lucille who I just met the other day. She’s dying and there’s nothing the doctors can do. And definitely not me. All I can do is to be there to take her pain away and being a friend who accompanies her during that time until she starts her last journey. Without anyone, without her husband. Negan is quite a man I wouldn’t forget that quick - almost choleric with a lot of swearing and incredibly soft when it comes to his wife. Something which is quite understandable, even when I didn’t had the chance yet to love and get loved like they do. To watch that big man with dark scruff in the face and sometimes slicked back hair brushing the remaining hair Lucille had and strolling her around in the wheelchair became quickly my favorite thing. It’s heartbreaking and I feel so ashamed, because sometimes I look more often at him than at her.

"Holy shit, you really did it!" Negan called out grinning as he stepped into the hospital room. "Lemme fucking look at you."

Putting the single sunflower on the nightstand he’s immediately all over Lucille to kiss her freshly shaved head. Once, twice and then rubbed his scruff all over skin. Another adorable moment and you had to turn away with a low giggle.

"Oh you. Get away, you silly man." Lucille scolded her husband playfully before rolling her eyes at you. "It’s good that you’re both here, I wanted to talk with you. Or more ask you for a favor."

"What is it babe?" Negan asked who just settled down on her bed and peppered her hand in kisses now.

Just nodding you took one of the two chairs and sat down next to the bed as she took your hand. That was unusual. You wouldn’t describe her as cold, but more as a badass who wasn’t in that touchy lovey dovey stuff. Still you squeezed her fingers shortly, carefully and not trying to put too much pressure on your IV.

"I was thinking that you both should go on a date." Like always this woman was blunt and without any filter.

"Lucille!"

"What?"

You were definitely not the only one flushing slightly here. At least she seemed amused as a quiet chuckle filled the room.

"We all know that I won’t survive..."

"Lulu." Negan whispered, but she just waved him off.

"And I need someone to look after my husband so he won’t get in trouble." At this word she cocked her brow at him, but her and you knew that there was more behind the story.

Janine. It still filled you with anger what a bad friend she was and how she only visited once for not even an hour. It explained her wish and yet it didn’t.

Did she noticed how you looked at him? Or that he sometimes looked back? Even when those glances didn’t mean anything and you wouldn’t even count them as flirting.

"I fucking appreciate you worrying your pretty head about me babe, but I can’t fucking do that." Negan stated and again felt the need to shower her in affection.

You remained silent for the moment and looked away as they kissed shortly. But Lucille didn’t give up that easily and you couldn’t even say that it was the painkillers talking since she had a good day.

"Y/N, what do you say?"