You walked into Negan’s room with your head held high. Hell if you were going down, you were going down a champ – nothing would deter you from believing you were a good writer and that you could write about anything the imagination could muster – that was one thing Negan couldn’t take from you.

Of course, nothing could be simple, it had just been by a horrid misfortune that Dwight had seen you writing in your journal and had gotten curious. With that damn height advantage he had, Dwight had leaned over your shoulder and inconveniently seen Negan’s name written in there before you had been able close it and yell at him. But Dwight, with his inability to remain quiet and leave people alone, had assumed you were conspiring against your leader.

You had tried to explain to him that your journal had nothing to do with trying to hurt Negan, but Dwight hadn’t believed you. That sneaky bastard had stolen your journal last night, against your wishes. When you had woke up this morning, the journal had not been in its original place - to say you had panicked would be an understatement. It had been fruitless to search because you knew who took it – you had been seething with rage and at the same time felt violated.

Not that it mattered how you felt, here at the Sanctuary, there was no such thing as privacy rules or justice, other than the rules Negan deemed. But that journal of yours had not been meant for prying eyes, least of all Negan’s. But like the ignorant fool that Dwight could be: he had no idea he had just handed Negan your personal porn journal where you had been writing some spicy, sex pieces about the latest inspirations that had hit you.

For the last few months you had been a soldier in Negan’s army of Saviors. You had watched Negan from afar, admiring him for his tenacity and charismatic ways. It had taken a few weeks for you to begrudgingly admit you had always been attracted to him, and a few more to realize just how zealous your desire ran. He was a man that commanded respect and was an advocate of using fear to keep his own men in line.

Of course, you weren’t blind to the terror he inspired or his very heartless and demeaning methods and you couldn’t overlook the fact that he had several wives. But you also realized it was impossible to deny that you wanted him – you wanted him oh, so very badly. Your burning need for the man had gotten so great that you couldn’t get him out of your mind, so you resorted to your favorite outlet.

Only two weeks ago you had decided to start writing again after a long break because of the volatility of the apocalyptic environment you had been engulfed in. But now with the Saviors, the threat of death was much lower than it once was. You had put yourself in harms way just to scavenge for a journal and some pencils, but the reward of being able to write again was priceless.

It hadn’t taken you long to delve right into your own pieces with beautiful prose and descriptive diction of having raunchy sex with Negan. Oh yes, your writing skills were being used to the utmost of their capabilities in your eyes – but what would Negan think of the erotica you had wrote? Would he even approve?

You were pretty certain Negan was going to find some way to rob you of your dignity, well at least that was what you were anticipating. But honestly, you weren’t certain how Negan would react to your sexual writing liberties, would he iron your face over them? That seemed unlikely, but would he be pissed, disappointed, disgusted, ashamed, mock the living hell out of you? All of those were highly probable. The need to know Negan’s intentions were gnawing away at your nerves – and if you don’t find out soon you were certain you might die from the suspense.

Yeah, it was absolutely mortifying knowing that your leader had probably read every word of the filthy porn you had wrote about him. All the different positions in which you had imagined having sex with him, all the different ways you had imagined him going down on you, all the different ways you had imagined sucking him off – and yes, you had regaled all these fantasies in your journal.

Just recalling all of the salacious acts you had involved Negan in caused a cloud of rosy embarrassment to creep across your cheeks – and even with your head held high you were sure he could see you blushing face.

Negan was sitting on his couch in his lavish bedroom, when Dwight not so kindly forced you through the door. Your leader was leisurely leaning into the furniture, his arms resting against the back of the gray cushions. Negan had his signature leather jacket and white t-shirt on with his well trimmed beard and slicked back hair. Lucille had a comfortable seat next to as she was propped firmly against a pillow. He looked completely at ease as he watched you walk in the room with Dwight close at your heels.

“There is our little fucking writer,” he said avidly as you entered. You didn’t miss Negan’s gaze methodically tracing the curves of your body, and as you continued forward a tight, heat coiled in your lower stomach.

Negan had the widest grin you had ever seen on his face, as if someone had just told him it was an all you can eat buffet at the pussy bar. You just knew he was eagerly awaiting the chance to either punish or mock you for the twisted knowledge he had gained.

Your journal was sitting on top of his glass coffee table, as well as the rest of your damn pride. Negan might as well have just ironed your fucking face at this point because seeing your journal in his possession was more torturous than you had anticipated. You had tried to prepare yourself for this trauma, but holy shit you might need some damn therapy after this one.

Dwight walked in, his steps chock full of arrogance as he guided you toward the beautifully upholstered armchair directly across from the couch. The blond hovered over you, as if he had just caught America’s most wanted criminal, and was patiently awaiting a fucking belly rub from his superior. 

Dwight placed a hand on your shoulder possessively, and it almost made you want to shudder. The man had never grown on you and you had always believed he’d been a worm.

“So it was plans for a coup, right? She’s been plotting to overthrow you for a long time?” Dwight said haughtily, his overconfidence was just oozing from each word. He must not have read the contents of the journal and just assumed he was holding a gold mine of treason in his hand. You had to withhold a laugh of frustration before you decided to speak out.

“Fuck you, Dwight, it wasn’t your journal to take. I told you, the contents were none of your fucking business, you–” that’s when Negan raised his hand to usher in silence. He was looking at you, just waiting to see if he could goad you into a fight – instead you denied him the satisfaction and remained still.

“Oh, it was fucking better than that,” Negan said amidst a mirthful chuckle, and he flashed you his pearly white teeth. “That was the best fucking thing I’ve read since we got here.”

You felt your eyes widen to the size of saucers from utter shock. For a second you were pretty certain your ears may have just malfunctioned, or maybe you had been hallucinating this whole conversation. But when the smile on Negan’s face only grew, it only confirmed what you heard as true.

Shit, shit, shit, had he just praised your porn writing as entertaining? You would have thought it was the apocalypse if it wasn’t the actual fucking apocalypse.

“Now Dwighty-boy, I’m going to talk to our little writer here, alone,” Negan said, his voice allowing no room for argument as he nudged forward so he was even closer to you.

“We have all sorts of interesting things to talk about.” He said as he locked eyes with you again. This time he sounded slightly suggestive and forbidding all at the same time, and if you hadn’t been struggling to wrap your head around his intentions – you would have been so turned on right now.

Dwight gave Negan a skeptical look before giving a firm nod. As he was leaving, Dwight shot you a pejorative glance before he closed the door behind him. You sat there, frigid, patiently awaiting Negan’s next move. Since Negan had indirectly complimented your porn writing you felt certain you weren’t going to have your face ironed – but maybe you shouldn’t assume; Negan could be unpredictable. It was a quality you found yourself even enjoying from time to time – that whole unstable air that encompassed him.

You jolted forward in shock when Negan started to laugh inexplicably and the sound of his laughter echoed off the walls and filled the large bedroom. He was still watching you, a dark glimmer fluttering under his lashes, but Negan was still letting out a low, throaty laugh.

“I was fully expecting a book filled with fucked up assassination plots, so you can imagine my surprise when I opened up this fucking book and found out it had descriptions of, yours truly, doing the freaky-deaky. I was shocked speechless, doll.”

He had a wide, joyful smile on his face, because Negan had just learned your dirty little secret. And hell, he was going to lord it over you, for him this was pure gold, pure fucking gold.

“You enjoy writing this sex stuff because it gets you all wet and wild, right? And I’m your fucking shining inspiration,” he jested.

You were still stunned silent, your mind was fluttering like a crazy, caged bird – no thought seemed to stay concretely locked in place. As you were about to speak, Negan interrupted you.

“So you got the hots for me don’t you, doll?” He implored with a smug smirk on his damn perfect lips. There was no lying your way out of this, you knew that with Negan honesty was the key – he respected those honest hardworking people of this Savior army, so you knew there was no way around it.

You nodded without hesitation because words were currently lost on you. Negan wasn’t an idiot you could fool. Negan had always been like walking sex in your eyes and if you told him otherwise you weren’t certain what would happen.

“I read your whole journal, and I’ll be damned, it was… sexy,” he said with a hearty smile. You were certain your face was as bright as a tomato from sheer embarrassment.

“You weren’t supposed to read it, that was my private journal. Dwight had no permission to take it from me,” you finally found your voice and spoke out. Negan chuckled under his breath. “He had every right to take it if he thought you were planning on killing me. It was just unfortunate for you that you were only writing porn, but I like to think of this as a happy little mistake. I do have to say, you really made me out to be an experienced sex god of some sort, and I like it. I mean, I just have to read you my favorite part, because hell, I don’t know how you found out I eat pussy this good.”

There was a pregnant pause, and you were sure Negan was toying with you –with that silly grin plastered on his face. It wasn’t long until Negan finally made a move and picked your journal up off the table. All his movements seemed tantalizingly slow – as if you were trapped inside a spell of slow motion madness. You watched as he opened the book to a random page, and scanned the surface of the sheet before he licked his lips and allowing a ghostly smirk to possess him.

“Oh, and I thought Lucille was a dirty girl, but doll, it seems you got her beat,” he jested, behind a giddy grin. “I mean this is some creative shit.”

He readjusted the book in hand and leaned forward so his eyes were squarely meeting your own.

Just to fuck with you some more, he cleared his throat as if he was preparing for a long speech. “Negan’s thumbs spread your lips and he immediately buried his face in your wet sex, his tongue circling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth,” he stopped, and holy shit, you were glad he did – because you needed to find your bearings again.

Right now you were struggling to keep your breathing steady as a hefty warmth settling between your legs and was creeping into your stomach. You wouldn’t be surprised if your panties were absolutely soaked at this point because Negan’s voice was erotic as hell.

When you had wrote that, you had never intended for the man himself to read it – let alone read it to you – and now the gleam in his eyes contained a certain hunger you had never witnessed in Negan before.

“At least you got one thing right,” his voice sliced through your very consciousness. “You better fucking believe I eat pussy like a damn god.”

He lazily flipped to the next page, his eyes transfixed on the wrinkled parchment. You felt your face turn blazing red because you knew, you just knew full well that you had written a very vivid sex scene on that page.

Again, Negan cleared his throat and shot you a toothy, boyish grin before he started to read.

“The lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, punctuated by your cries and his occasional gutteral groan. Each time Negan pushed his cock into you as far he could, he would grind his hips in a circular motion that touched parts of you that you weren’t aware could feel so soul-shatteringly incredible and to your shame you could feel the wetness of your arousal coating the insides of your thighs,” Negan stopped to let out a high pitched whistle.

Your leader staggered back in what must have been unadulterated shock. “Christ, this is some good shit. How did you know I like grinding my hips into pussies? You’ve been spying on me, I bet. You dirty little voyeur,” he whispered at you in that gravelly, seductive little way that made your toes curl.

Your face was probably the most brilliant shade of pink, but you remained composed, even though you were being accused of peeping. “I’ve done no such thing, I just rely on my imagination,” you stated explicitly.

“You look mighty embarrassed talking about this. Am I making you uncomfortable?” Negan unleashed another sly grin

“No,” you retorted. “I’m fine.”

Negan stood up from his seat on the couch and languidly walked passed you. A muscular, jeaned leg brushed against yours as he passed by. You watched as Negan approached a very small table near the window.

“Come here, doll.” he instructed, which you obediently did without question. You were nervous, Negan still hadn’t stated his intentions for you, and you wondered if he really was going to iron your face.

You watched as Negan pulled out two glasses and a small bottle of Jack Daniels that was nearly emptied. It had been a long time since you had tasted a drop of whiskey, and you had always been a whiskey girl.

Negan must seen the way your eyes lit up, because he started to chuckle. “If I would have known you were so turned on by whiskey I would have asked for another bottle,” that devilishly handsome man poked.

He poured some for you and himself before passing you the crystalline glass and it’s potent contents. Taking the glass cautiously, you silently swirled the whiskey around before taking a calm drink. The burning warmth that slide down your throat was heavenly, and damn had you missed just relaxing and enjoying a glass of booze.

You both sipped the whiskey slowly, indulging in the heat and smoothness that you had long missed. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Negan observing you with solicitous curiosity.

“I got a proposition, and I only make propostions over a good glass of whiskey,” he said slowly as he tongue ran over his lips in a come-hither fashion.

“So, I read your journal, and it seemed to be a little embarrassing for you, I guess I would be embarrassed too if it was me,” Negan chimed in with a wicked smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “But listen to this, I got the best fucking way to mend this.”

He set down his glass and took a few steps forward, purposely invading your personal space. You had forgotten how tall Negan really was, as he towered over you. The smell of leather, whiskey and the faint scent of the forest and pines lingered on him, making for a very potent and intoxicating mix.

“How would you like to find out, you know, how fucking good I really am, doll? I mean, I don’t do apology sex, so this would be damn special. Holy shit, thinking about this is making me hard as a fucking rock.” You looked down at his pants and realized he was telling the truth, that indeed there was a large bulge pressed against the front of his gray jeans.

Negan was leaning into you now, so close that you could see every beautiful, individual silver and black whisker on his handsome, yet aging face. His dark irises were digging into your flesh, causing butterflies to dance in your stomach and for a second your own gaze fluttered to his perfect, pink lips. The very lips you had written and dreamed of kissing, before you refocused your sight back on his eyes.

Was this even reality right now? Because Negan was sincerely offering himself to you, and for a few seconds you felt as if your brain couldn’t even coherently make a sentence to accept his idea. This was what you had been fantasizing about for the last few weeks, and now this very desire that had been clawing away at you was finally becoming a reality – it seemed surreal.

Before you even spoke he placed a calloused finger on your lips, but it did not stay there for long. The tip of his finger trailed lower down your chin and dropped further to trace the contours of your throat and neck.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Negan’s finger purposely furthered its pace downward – especially as it grazed over the mound of your breast. His forefinger caressed the tip of your nipple and you found yourself arching your back slightly to meet his finger.

You were quickly wishing your shirt didn’t exist and you could feel your bare flesh against his. If you hadn’t been under a hypnotic, lusty haze and dying for more, you might have ripped your shirt off right there.

His hand dipped lower toward your stomach until it reached the very hem and leather belt on your jeans. Negan stopped and leaned in even closer to you, so much so that your faces were just a whisker length apart. He allowed his forefinger to tease the skin around your lower abdomen, which was causing wild goosebumps to rise on your flesh.

“So doll, what do you say? Wanna know how good I can fuck you?” His breath was tickling your outer ear as he spoke.

“Yes,” you whispered, as you finally found your awed, and suppressed voice.

“I didn’t fucking hear you?” He muttered, as he undid your belt and slid his hand underneath your blue jeans and panties. His dexterous fingers brushing against the soft flesh above your sex, right before he reached your tender folds.

You let out a small gasp as his fingers teased your clit. He was as skilled as you had imagined – his fingertips slowly traced their way around your lips and sensitive entrance – alluding to the fact he might finally dip into your core, which you were silently praying for.

“You are mighty wet, doll. Too bad you can’t find your fucking voice. Now, do you want me to fuck you or not?” Negan purred the question right into your ear, as he dragged out every syllable.

“Please, fuck me,” you groaned louder as his fingers shifted around your clit in a methodical circle again, drawing sharp waves of pleasure in your stomach. Your knees were starting to feel weak and with Negan’s breath hitting your ear you were surprised you were still standing.

Two of his fingers slid eagerly into your entrance and right away found a sensitive spot against your wall. Half distinguishable words and moans escaped your lips, and slowly a fire caught ablaze right in your lower abdomen just from the movement of his fingers alone.

The way he was gently rubbing made your hips buck slightly against his hand, almost begging him to go deeper and pleasure you further. The whole time Negan had a fervid grin that went from cheek to cheek, showcasing his dimples and making him even more appealing.

It didn’t take long for short, strangled moans to escape your mouth, as Negan continued to move two fingers in and out of you in such a slow and torturously sweet manner. You could feel yourself tighten around his fingers as he maintained a steady rhythm.

He was basking in the power he had over you, and you didn’t even fucking care anymore. You were so close to an orgasm that you could already see blackness creeping at the edges of your vision.

He was priming you, giving you a small taste of how good he could be – you knew it. But now you were drunk off of him, completely and utterly hooked. You needed more, so when he removed his hand from your pants when you were on the brink of your orgasm, you cried out like a child whose toy was stolen.

“Good girl,” Negan cooed in your ear. “You feel good enough to eat. Now, take your clothes off, get on the fucking bed and don’t make me tell you twice,” he commanded as he leaned against the wall behind him.

You were a shaking mess still, and your body was attempting to pull itself together. Never before had you been so close and had an orgasm stolen from you – even now you were certain your legs were made of rubber and you didn’t even come.

Slowly, you turned around, your eyes fixated on the large four-poster bed with the silky, exuberant gray comforter and matching pillows behind you. It was a bed made for a king – and you were surprised you hadn’t noticed it when you walked in.

Indeed, you did not need to be told twice as you walked over to the bed and very slowly shimmied out of your tight blue jeans. You dragged the motion out a little longer than you anticipated as you slid them down slightly and moved your hips in a tight circle. Hell, you had never been good at doing a strip tease, but you were good at getting even – and Negan had denied you an orgasm so you were going to get your revenge one way or another.

Any nervousness that had once been festering inside you was washing away, because deep down, it felt like Negan wanted you – and above all things you wanted him. Your body was screaming for his hard, long dick to be inside you practically.

Your writing about him had piqued his interest – and now you had gotten noticed and were being rewarded for your hard work in a twisted, fucked up kind of way.

Negan stayed where he was, sipping and savoring every drop of his whiskey. A feral look in his dark pools confirmed your belief that Negan did want you in a really fucking bad way – maybe it had been the way you were gyrating you hips wantonly - but for whatever reason it was, Negan looked hungry and close to insatiable, almost as if he could consume you whole.

You pulled your thin t-shirt over your head and as you began the task of removing your bra, the sound of footsteps filled your ears. Just in time you looked up to see Negan quickly closing the distance between the two of you.

He grabbed both sides of your cheeks unceremoniously and his lips collided upon yours. You felt Negan’s kiss become more demanding, as if he had a certain thirst for you that needed to be quenched. You tilted your head which allowed him to invade your mouth with zeal.

You felt like your head was spinning out of control as Negan’s tongue was doing furious exploration in your mouth. His thumbs started caressing your cheeks in a very slow circular motion, and you let out a soft moan that you were certain was reverberating in his mouth.

Without warning, Negan pushed you down on the very edge of the bed, not roughly, but rather with fervor. His eyes roamed your naked form and you could see his gaze light up as he stared directly at your exposed breasts.

You watched as he peeled off his jacket and shirt. Never before had you been so enraptured as sinewy muscles rippled under natural tan skin. Dark and silvery chest hairs were peppered on his upper pecs and ran down the length of his stomach.

“Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath as Negan undid his belt and pulled down his boxers. And just like that, his bulging erection came popping out. It had been a very long time since you had seen a cock so girthy and with such a large head – it was making you wet just looking at it.

“Holy shit is right, these pants were getting too fucking tight, and you’re the only one to blame here, doll.” He grabbed one of your nipples and began to tweak it with assiduous precision.

“You thought you could tease me and get away with it, didn’t you, doll? I’m gunna eat you out so fucking good that… well shit, you’ll be reliving it in your wet dreams for the next year,” his voice had dropped an octave and just his voice alone was causing shivers to run down your spine. A moan escaped your lips when he pulled on your nipple.

He didn’t even hesitate as he lowered himself toward your sex, neglecting the nipple he had been teasing. Hot breath was billowing against your inner thighs – the anticipation of waiting was going to make you almost come. Teeth, it wasn’t long until you felt Negan nipping at the sensitive skin of your thighs making your legs shake.

Negan finally lowered himself, and using his tongue to paint long, languid strokes from between your folds and your opening to your clit. You lifted your hips and offered yourself eagerly to him. Negan pulled your clit straight into his mouth gently, and held it between his teeth while running his tongue over it.

A tight heat began to build up in your stomach and slowly it was turning into an inferno, and you could feel it threatening to spill over.

His tongue danced feverishly across your clit as Negan’s hands caressed your upper folds. With desperation, your hands clutched frantically at the sheets. A bone-tingling wave of delight swept over you – it started at your center and spreading out through your limbs, until there was nothing but Negan and the delicious feeling of his tongue against your exploding nerves. With a moan, Negan sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked the tip with his tongue, over and over.

Finally, you felt yourself losing control as colors flashed before your eyes. A ball of light in your belly burst, exploding like a nebula and blinding you with flashes of white, hot pleasure. You were clutching tightly to the edge of the bed as you cried out in unadulterated satisfaction.

And then he was sliding away, his mouth leaving your dripping sex and you gave a frustrated moan, thinking he was abandoning you. But then you felt broad hands prying your legs apart and spreading your thighs wide until your legs dangled over the edge of the bed helplessly. Negan was standing in front of you, and you could see him sliding his pants further down and slipped a condom down his hard shaft.

“I need to fuck you now, I can’t fucking take your moaning anymore,” he grumbled. The word ‘fuck’ rumbled from Negan as he lined himself with your entrance and lazily rubbed his tip against your slit. “What do you want me to do, doll?”

“I need you inside of me, please,” you could hardly recognize your own voice, as you plead for Negan to fuck you. It sounded so lusty and needy – but you had never wanted anyone to fuck you more in your entire life.

He must have wanted you to feel every last inch of him, because he pushed inside you agonizingly slowly. When you were least expecting it was when he pushed his hips forward and sunk into you to the hilt. You had never felt so thoroughly filled and widened – why hell you could almost hear your entrance screaming in aching delight.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you swore in an endless, breathless litany that even made Negan jerk his hips a little deeper into you.

"Oh fuck, yes,” he groaned as Negan bottomed out in you and remained still for a second.

You just wriggled your hips restlessly in an unvoiced plea for him to move. This made Negan groan heatedly as the movement made your body squeeze him with a fresh wave of muscle contractions from the past orgasm.

“Please… please… Negan, fuck me,“ you found yourself on the verge of sobbing.

Gripping a toned thigh in each hand, he began to rock his pelvis back and forth, rapidly picking up the tempo until he was drilling into you as fast as he could. You could feel Negan driving himself into your body with a new manic rhythm, so quick that your breasts were bouncing uncontrollably.

You couldn’t deny how much you loved the friction of your sweaty bodies, and the feeling of skin together. You went wild beneath him, writhing and arching and moaning in a way that made your voice hoarse nearly as you whimpered and moaned in searing pleasure.

"Good girl, you are so fucking tight,” he panted as you screwed your eyes shut at the feeling of one of his hand letting go of your thigh to fumble clumsily against your clit. “Come for me,” Negan growled.

He surged forward harder and deeper, rubbing a spot in you that finally released the burning star in you belly, making an explosion that sent an entire rainbow of colors across your vision. You felt your muscles contract and squeeze around Negan’s moving cock.

You couldn’t have stopped the shrill screaming that left your throat even if you tried – as Negan’s name escaped your lips in a loud, unceremonious way.

A powerful orgasm ripped through your entire body, reducing you to a mumbling, shaky, sweating mess. Your own climax must have sent him over the edge, because Negan’s lips formed a little ‘o’ as his brow furrowed together all tight and focused.

“Fuck,” he cursed as his hand tightened around your thigh. You felt Negan’s cock throbbing inside you as he thrust into you a few more times before going still.

Breathless, satisfied and exhausted – you both went limp. Carefully, he rolled off you and actually propped himself against the edge of the bed. His lips parted slightly and curled into a smile, as Negan looked over at you, with those bright eyes and that sheen of beautiful sweat across his forehead.

“I expect a second part soon, and there better be some lavish cock sucking, otherwise there are going to be some damn problems.”

The END. Thank you for reading! 

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