#negan edit

summary: Your loyalty is tested by your boyfriend… and you end up sleeping with his father, Negan, who becomes the center of your forbidden love triangle.

negan x reader

warnings: Hot, forbidden desire ahead—cheating, steamy sexual tension, age gap (y/n is in her 20’s and Negan in his 40’s) power plays, and taboo romance. Not for the faint of heart.

You’d been dating Aaron for a few months now, and compared to your past experiences, things were going surprisingly well. With him, everything felt more serious, more real. Aaron was a lawyer from a wealthy family, spoiled by his father ever since his mother had abandoned them. Negan, though protective, always saw his son as a little too naive for the world.

Yesterday, Aaron told Negan he loved you—and asked him to finally meet you. Negan agreed, curious to see for himself if you were truly the right fit.

Now it was Sunday evening, and you were getting ready for dinner. A long, steaming shower. Hair and makeup done with precision. A short black dress, stockings, pointed heels—the whole look pulled together like a dark, elegant cat. When you were finally ready, your phone buzzed.

Aaron Smith – Hey beautiful, I’m in the car. You can come down.

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before meeting him outside.

“Hey, babe,” Aaron greeted, kissing you softly. His eyes swept over you, hungry and proud. “God, you look amazing.”

You smiled, though nerves gnawed at you. “I’m so anxious to meet your dad. You told me he doesn’t like people. Especially your girlfriends.”

Aaron chuckled, brushing it off. “He’s just overprotective. He’ll see how perfect you are.”

By 7:30 PM, you were pulling into the driveway of Aaron’s villa—a white palace overlooking the sea, expensive cars lined neatly outside. Aaron, the gentleman, opened your door and took your hand as you walked to the front steps.

Negan was already waiting.

“Mr. Smith, such a pleasure to finally meet you! I’m Y/N.” You reached for his hand.

“Pleasure’s mine,” he replied with a firm shake. “Call me Negan.”

His stare was unreadable, stone-cold. But what struck you most was how different he looked from the family pictures Aaron had shown you. In person, he was devastatingly handsome—rugged, masculine, nothing like the stiff man you had imagined.

Inside, dinner was already set. Small talk flowed, awkward at first, until Aaron chuckled and said, “So, Dad, this is the Y/N I won’t shut up about.”

Negan smirked. “About time. I’ve been hearing your name every damn day for six months. I had to see if you were real.”

Was that a joke? A jab? You forced a polite smile. “Well, here I am. Looking forward to a nice evening.”

But Aaron, oblivious, pushed further. He talked about your relationship, even mentioned marriage. His words didn’t impress Negan; you could feel it. To him, this was just another one of Aaron’s flings—another girl after his son’s money.

After an hour, Aaron excused himself to the restroom, leaving you alone with Negan. Silence thickened the air. Then his eyes locked on you.

“So, Y/N… what are your intentions with my son?”

You kept your composure. “Aaron’s right. Things between us are serious. I love him. I see a future with him—marriage, kids, everything.”

Negan leaned back, unimpressed. “I’ve heard the same speech five times before. Forgive me if I’m not sold yet.”

What a dick, you thought, biting your tongue.

Aaron returned, oblivious again, and you let it go. But later that night, after dinner, you couldn’t shake your frustration. Aaron fell asleep quickly, leaving you restless. Rage burned inside, so you stepped outside for a smoke.

And there he was. Negan. Already on the porch, cigarette glowing between his fingers.

“You smoke?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Trying to quit,” you admitted. “But it always pulls me back.”

He exhaled a cloud of smoke, smirking. “Terrible habit. But I’ve smoked all my life, so who am I to judge? Tell me—why’d you start?”

You shrugged. “Started young. It was comfort then. Now… it’s just stuck.”

“Well, isn’t Aaron supposed to be your comfort now?” he pressed. “Or do you only play that card when you want something?”

Your chest tightened, tears threatening. “What is your problem with me? I haven’t done a damn thing to deserve this.”

Negan flicked his cigarette away, crushing it under his boot. His voice was low, sharp. “I don’t think you’re good enough for my son. Nothing personal.”

Your nails dug into your palms, rage bubbling. “Unbelievable.” You stormed back inside, muttering goodnight without another word.

The next morning, you told Aaron you were sick and asked him to drive you home. For weeks, your interactions with Negan stayed tense, while your relationship with Aaron carried on—until today.

That was when the video came.

Aaron, in bed with another woman.

Your heart shattered. But beneath the pain, relief bloomed. You finally had proof. Proof Negan was wrong about you.

Tears blurred your vision as you drove to Negan’s house. Bursting through the door, you threw your phone onto his lap where he sat, relaxed as ever. “Look at your precious son.”

Confused, he picked up the phone. The video played. His expression darkened instantly—jaw tight, eyes full of fury. He slammed the phone down and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he murmured, giving you a tight hug. His voice softened, almost tender. “Come with me.”

You resisted, bitter. “I don’t need your pity, Negan. I hate you as much as I hate him. I just wanted you to see the truth.”

But he only said, “Stop.” And drove.

The city faded behind you, replaced by a quiet lake house tucked in the woods. He led you inside, commanding and calm.

“This is where you’ll stay for the weekend. Collect yourself. Relax. One of my guys will bring your car. There’s a pool if you get bored.”

You frowned. “Why? I told you, I don’t want anything from you.”

“You’ll do as I say.” His tone was sharp now. “I feel like shit for misjudging you. This is the least I can do. So accept it. Stay away from Aaron.”

You crossed your arms. “So your solution is leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere?”

“Worked for me when my wife left,” he muttered. “Time alone teaches you what really matters.”

“I’m not like you,” you shot back. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Fine,” he said simply, dropping onto the couch. “Then I’ll stay with you.”

You stared at him, conflicted. Then, out of spite, you pushed further. “I’ll go for a swim. Got a swimsuit for me?”

He smirked. “I’ll get you one tomorrow.”

“I want to swim now.”

Before he could stop you, you stripped down—jeans, tank top. His eyes widened as your breasts came into view.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Going for a swim,” you replied smugly, before diving into the pool.

When you came back, dripping wet, his eyes stayed locked on yours, deliberately ignoring your body. You threw a shirt on, nipples visible beneath the thin fabric, and sat right on his lap.

“Fuck, Y/N. Don’t do that.”

“Why not, Negan? I can do whatever I want.”

His gaze darkened, tongue sliding across his lip. “You really think so?” His hands gripped your waist, strong and possessive.

“Mhmm. What will you do? Slap me? Fuck me? That’s all you’re capable of, right?”

“Get up,” he growled, hips shifting under you. You rose, smirking.

You rose, smirking, and he said, “Take your clothes off, put on a little show for daddy.”

You obeyed, slowly removing your wet shirt and revealing your breasts. You glanced at him and noticed his cock straining, hard as stone.

“And I always thought you hated me… the whole time, you just wanted this,” you teased, laughing lightly.

“Shut up. Keep stripping,” he growled.

“Actually, Negan… I changed my mind. I’m going to bed,” you said, picking up your shirt and heading toward the bedroom.

Negan, frustrated, stripped down to his boxers and followed you. He climbed onto the bed, towering over your back.

“Don’t ever run off from me like that. You have any idea how much I want this? How much I crave you?”

His lips brushed against your neck as you lay there silently, your back arching toward him. He ran his fingers down your spine before pulling your thong off, leaving you completely exposed.

You turned your head to meet his gaze. His smirk was devilish, his boxers gone. His cock made you tremble, exactly what you had been craving all along.

He spreads your legs wide and pulls you closer, positioning himself on his knees between them. Slowly, deliberately, he leans down, mouth finding your most sensitive spot. His tongue teases, explores, while one hand spreads you further, the other gently massaging your hips.

When he turns you slightly, he adds a finger, slipping it in rhythm with his tongue. Your thighs instinctively squeeze around his head, trapping him in a vise of pleasure.

Your moans fill the room, soft at first, then louder, desperate. Just as you’re about to tip over the edge, he abruptly stops, standing tall again.

Negan pushed you back onto the bed, his hands gripping your hips as he hovered above you. The heat between you was electric—every glance, every brush of skin, charged with desire.

“God, you’ve been aching for this all night, haven’t you?” he murmured, voice low and dangerous.

You shivered, biting your lip, heart hammering. “Maybe… maybe I have,” you admitted, smirking despite the flush on your cheeks.

He leaned down, lips brushing yours in a teasing, almost torturous kiss. His tongue teased yours before pulling back, and you gasped, wanting more.

“Don’t get greedy yet,” he warned, smirk tugging at his lips. “I haven’t even started giving you what you want.”

His hands roamed, fingers tracing every curve. You squirmed beneath him, craving the heat, the pressure. When he finally slid inside you, slowly, deliberately, your body arched instinctively, clinging to him.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groaned, eyes dark as he pressed closer. “You feel too damn good.”

The rhythm built, slow and teasing, his cock driving in and out of you with precision. You moaned, head thrown back, nails digging into his shoulders as he whispered filthy things into your ear—taunts, commands, and praises that made your body shiver uncontrollably.

Every thrust was measured to drive you insane, each pause, each teasing pull back from the edge, making your pleasure unbearable. You cried out his name, fingers clutching at the sheets, hips rocking against him on instinct.

He rolled you over, pressing you onto your back, and alternated fingers and tongue, dominating every inch of you. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and you clutched him like he was the only thing holding you together.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take more, he pulled out, standing tall again.

“You think I’m gonna be sweet to you tonight?” he growled.

You panted, eyes wide, a mix of frustration and lust coiling inside you. “No… but I like it,” you admitted, heat rising to your cheeks.

“On your knees,” he demanded, voice sharp. “Show me what that pretty little mouth can do for daddy.”

Anger and desire warred inside you, but you obeyed, knowing it thrilled him—and thrilled you in ways you hadn’t expected. Your lips teased him, tongue brushing over him lightly, and he grabbed your hair in a ponytail, guiding your head.

Every touch, every word, every teasing command kept the tension high, their chemistry undeniable. By the time the night ended, sweat-drenched and spent, you were tangled together, gasping, flushed, and finally collapsing into each other’s arms.

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The next morning, Y/N stirred awake to sunlight streaming through the windows, her body still buzzing from the intensity of the night. Negan lay beside her, his chest rising and falling, a faint smirk on his lips.

Her phone buzzed incessantly—missed calls, texts from Aaron—but she couldn’t focus. Last night had changed something between her and Negan. The tension, the attraction, the teasing… it had been intoxicating. And deep down, she realized she wanted more.

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Back in the city, Aaron stormed up to Y/N’s door, furious and confused. His fists pounded against it.

“Y/N! Why haven’t you answered my calls?!” he yelled as soon as she opened the door.

She stood there, chest heaving, phone in hand. “Don’t act innocent, Aaron! Don’t even try to act like I don’t know!” she shot back, her voice shaking with anger and hurt.

Aaron frowned, taking a step back. “Know what? What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” she yelled, thrusting the phone at him. The video played, showing him with another woman, and his face paled.

“I—Y/N, that’s not what it looks like…” he stammered, trying to grab her hand, but she pulled back.

“Not what it looks like? Are you serious?” she shouted, tears stinging her eyes. “Do you know how it feels to see the person you love with someone else? Don’t you dare try to explain this away!”

Aaron looked lost, confused, and desperate. “Wait… I didn’t—”

“Stop! Just stop!” she interrupted, fury and disbelief boiling over.

Aaron ran a hand through his hair, confused and desperate. “I swear… that video is old. You can even see—I didn’t have my neck tattoo back then. I got it about a month before we started dating.”

Y/N froze for a moment, studying him, trying to reconcile her emotions. Her mind raced. One of his exes must’ve sent this… trying to stir up trouble. She didn’t say it aloud, but the thought flickered through her head.

Aaron took a cautious step closer. “Y/N… please, I didn’t—”

“You didn’t what?” she snapped. “You didn’t expect me to see it? You didn’t think this would hurt me?”

“I… it’s not what it looks like, I promise. The video’s old, that’s all,” he said, his voice earnest, eyes searching hers for understanding.

Her anger softened slightly, though her heart still raced. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, still tense.

Aaron stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I care about you, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you over some old mess.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath and nodded, the anger slowly giving way. She didn’t say a word about Negan or the other things on her mind. On the surface, it seemed like they were making up, but in her head, her thoughts were elsewhere—burning, swirling, centered on her boyfriend’s dad and the intensity of the night she had just experienced.

Even as she stood there with Aaron, part of her couldn’t stop thinking about Negan.

A few weeks later, Aaron asked Y/N to move in with him, eager to take their relationship to the next level. She agreed, of course—how could she refuse? Yet, she knew that sharing a house with Aaron would also mean being constantly near Negan.

Living under the same roof made the tension between them unbearable. Every glance, every accidental touch, every stolen moment behind closed doors ignited a fire neither could resist. Secret touches, forbidden kisses, and quiet encounters in hidden corners of the villa became a dangerous routine, an intoxicating game of desire and restraint.

Negan was completely undone by her. He could not stop, not for anyone—not for his son, the boy he had protected for years, who could never handle a woman like Y/N. In his mind, every private moment with her was a silent victory, a claim that went unnoticed by Aaron.

Aaron remained oblivious, unaware of the silent war of attraction simmering around him. And Y/N, caught between the safety of her boyfriend and the dangerous allure of his father, knew that each day in the villa brought her closer to a truth she could neither deny nor fully embrace.

Would Aaron ever discover the secret storm brewing under his roof? Or would the tension, desire, and forbidden love continue to burn quietly behind the walls of the villa…

To be continued.

Part 2.

yes i am a negan girly too.

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Requested by : @hiro--aoki

haven’t seen anyone do this so i had to do it myself

negan is a good character, but i’ll be forever on maggie’s side — he didn’t deserve a redemption arc