#twdsmut

BUT,,,

thinking about old man daryl with a younger reader who is extremely eager and being an absolute brat about it !!

he isn’t exactly as young as he used to be, and his stamina clearly reflects that. so his new method? trying to tucker you out early on so he can finally take his time with you. fingering you, making you ride his thigh, anything to drain some of this energy from you— and boy, was he getting a mouthful for it.

“daryl pleaseeee”

“c’mon gimme your cock already… need it so bad”

“been waiting forever dare…”

“hmph. such an old man… didn’t realize you couldn’t handle me anymore…”

oh. that was enough for him alright. you think he can’t handle you? he’s starting to think getting a head start on wearing you out wasn’t such a bad idea.

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after getting his cock driven into you at a brutal pace for what felt like forever, you finally begin to plead with him.

“p-please, dare… ‘m sorry… so sorry- mphhh, fuck, i can’t take anymore!”

CAMGIRL PRINCESS

Summary: Y/N has been friends with best friend for years now. Trying to have extra money aside while being away from college she finds a camgirl job. She'd never guess her best friends dad would be her number one fan.

Pairing: camgirl!reader x bestfriendsdad! negan smith (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, recording sexual activity!, mentions of posting sexual activities!, posting nudity!, oral sex (f rec), rough sex!, male masturbation!, daddy issues!, slight family issues mentioned!, daddy kink!, reader has a tattoo!, OnlyFans! account!, porn mentioned!, fingering!, mentions of different kinks!, mentions of partying!, Negan is a professor!, talks of other people having sex!, drinking!- reader my be tipsy during sex it is really not mentioned!, mentions of drinking!, choking!, cursing!, age gap! (reader age is not mentioned!, Negan is in his late 40s)!, mentions of spanking!, mentions of bruising! , Negan calls reader pet names but also slut- a few times!, and not fully edited.

A/N: boarders is by @saradika-graphics. I been using a lot of them lately, all of them are super cute! I been creating a few of my own practicing myself with my stories I usually try to tag the page if I use them! I hope you love this little one shot I threw together, I love you all!✨❤️

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Negan groaned to himself, having the phone underneath his desk at work; his shift was five minutes past over. He couldn’t bring himself to get up yet. This feed, this damn OnlyFans, he shouldn’t listen to his best friend Simon to get. Recently going through a dry phase, he had been trying to find ways to get off.

Negan had not had sex in a year, perhaps a little bit longer. He did not know why; he was not interested in anyone. He tried the dating thing, even the fling thing, but nothing worked out for the older bachelor. A few months ago, while bar hopping with Simon after teaching a class at the local college, his friend showed him the OnlyFans app.

Through the few months, Negan found a few pages he liked, but this one page, this angel princess, whoever the fuck she was, had him wrapped around her finger. Her face was always hidden in the pictures, maybe some of her plump lips and her hair, but not once had he got to see this woman’s face. He felt stupid being this attracted to a woman over an app, even without seeing her face. Her body was just perfect; each part of her he saw knew could not get more perfect. What he noticed is the tattoo high up on her thigh, that fuckin flower on her curvy thighs.

He wanted to squeeze, leave bruises on, and mark her. God, this was fucked up; she could be a fake person for all he knew. But when the videos hit his pag of her, he knew she had to be real somewhere out there.

Negan’s finger was hesitant, clicking over the link, opening his private web, and taking him to the app. It only took a moment to load before a video of this woman’s covered breast was on the camera. Her hair is right above her perky tits so perfectly. The black laced bra had them pushed together; Negan palmed the front of his jeans, feeling uncomfortable each moment. Her voice was low; she was talking had not done much talking before.

She seemed to be shy, Negan loved that.

Negan raised his volume, listening to the woman's voice. Her body was in full view, and her plump lips were seen before the rest of her face was cut off. The older man's ear perked up; that voice was sounding more familiar. His face furrowed, fubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans and bringing the phone closer to him.

“A lot of you been wondering what I look like,” Her voice sounded so sweet; Negan watched her smile as her fingers ran through her hair, “I thought I could give my special fans what they wanted.” Negan knew this video was for the premium users; his stomach twisted, and he was excited. He actually should hate himself right now.

The woman's fingers traced down to her bra straps, stretching them out down her body. Her head was thrown back a little, revealing some of her necks, throwing her head back for her face to be seen.

Negans face dropped along with his stomach, but eyes widened eyes never left the screen. His daughters best friend of all people was on that screen, almost having her bra off and a clear view of her beautiful face.

Negan cursed at himself under his breath, wanting to close out of the app, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted more. Her voice was as clear as now, too; how had he not recognized it before?

His jeans were tightened, and his member was still rock hard. Negan should not feel this way, especially knowing who this woman was. This was his daughter's best friend; she would spend nights with them. He knew he had always found Y/N attractive, but now he did not know how he would resist her, especially when around her.

Negan sat in his office, staring at the empty classroom through the open door. The silence was only broken by the clock ticking on the wall. He had just finished teaching his final class of the day. He could go home, but his eyes were still fixated on the screen. The temptation kept growing; her bra slowly slid her perky tits out for the camera. Y/N gently squeezed them, pushing them up more, continuing to trace her hands along down.

Within a few seconds, Negan had his hardened cock picked through his underwear and jeans. With a few strokes, he gave his cock already had pre cum dripping from the top of his dick that was red. His dick was pulsating with each stroke he gave. His eyes would shift to close sometimes, imaging Y/N; he knew it was wrong. This whole situation is fucked up.

He was digging himself deeper by the minute.

Negan was giving himself a handjob in his office chair, watching Y/N slowly undress herself. The underwear she had on slowly slid down her legs, revealing her plump ass, which Negan wanted to slap. Have her bent over his knee; she would deserve it, too. Negans pace was going faster, and feeling himself spew out as he came, he hoped he did not stain his jeans, feeling himself be released for just a moment.

His hands could only do so much.

Negan felt like a helpless horny teenager, he should just say fuck it and fuck her, but he knew he could not just do that. Negan groaned to himself, looking down at his sticky-covered cum self.

Negan soon felt an itch crawl back, and his eyes moved to the screen, Y/N’s body in full view. This woman was a gem; each part of her was perfect.

And just like that, Negan was hard again.

“Dad! You're home!” Emma exclaimed, giving her dad a quick hug. “Yeah, sweetheart, sorry I'm running late.” Negan played it off with a warm smile, heading to his kitchen, “Had a few late tests to grade.” His daughter was home for the summer from college; such a bright daughter he had.

“S’kay, dad.” Emma smiled warmly at her dad, “Look, Y/N is coming over soon. Is that okay?” Emma asked; she knew her dad loved all her friends, especially Y/N. Emma knew he should not say no, especially the smile she gave him. Negan almost choked up hearing her name, clearing his throat with one of his famous smirks.

“Sure, that's okay, sweetheart.” Negan lied straight through that smile, chuckled nervously, trying to hide it all with his smile, “Just order us a pizza tonight for dinner, yeah?” His daughter quickly agreed, heading back upstairs to call the local pizza place for delivery. Negan groaned out once his daughter went upstairs, heading over to the fridge for a beer, quickly popping the top open. He got a few gulps in before heading to the doorbell.

Negan knew exactly who it was and had no idea how to keep his composure. Keeping the beer bottle attached to his lips, he prayed his daughter would answer the door. When that thought crossed his mind, “Dad, get the door!” His daughter's words were like knives in the ears.

His grip could have broken the beer bottle off tighter once heading to the front door to answer like the gentleman he was. Negan cleared his throat, breathing in, gathering his smile together. “Hi’ ya sweetheart, you doing okay?” Negan answered the door to reveal Y/N; once he saw her, a lump formed in his throat. Her top had her chest in full view; Negan could not stop imagining that black lace bra with her perky tits.

A skirt complimented the shirt that rested on her upper thigh, which gave him access to her legs to gaze upon. Negans eyes wandered over her for a moment, giving her a smirk. “I'm okay, Mr. Smith.” Y/N seemed so innocent when saying those words; Negan could have come from those words, however. Negan rolled his eyes playfully at the woman, inviting her inside. “Y’know to call me Negan now, doll.” Negan assured her, closing the door and welcoming her into his home, “Emma is upstairs; by the way, we should have pizza on the way.”

Y/N had an overnight bag, it seemed, with her, holding tight against her. She'd been friends with Emma for a few years, meeting her in college. Y/N got into an OnlyFans account just for a few bucks on the side while she was in college. She did not realize how much money it could bring her. It ended up getting her a lot of money to quit her job at the coffee shop to do things online.

Sure, she wasn't ashamed of it. She did not care one bit. It gave Y/N a certain confidence.

Y/N was never really close with her parents, especially her father. Once she had a chance to run from home, she took it, especially with a whole ride to college, which meant that when holidays came up, she went home with Emma sometimes.

That's how she met Emma’s bachelor of a dad, Negan Smith. Every woman wanted him, but he seemed uninterested. Y/N always found him attractive. She shouldn't; she may even feel guilty at times. However, how could no one find this man attractive?

“Well, Negan..” Y/N tried to fight back a flirtatious smile, already feeling shivers down her spine from his stare, “Thank you. I'll just-uh- head upstairs.” She knew she stuttered; she hoped Negan would not notice. Y/N trailed upstairs to Emma's room, who was already gossiping about the boys in class.

“Thank Gosh, you’re here; I have so much to tell you!!” Emma trailed off about Josh and Garrett she hooked up with last week, how one dick was more significant than the other. Emma also compared each orgasm she got from them to how many Josh gave her. She almost had a heart attack at the number four times in a row. Y/N choked on the wine drink she had once, Emma told her, sitting on her bed watching Sex and the City together. Y/N knew a guy never gave her that number; barely any man gave her any orgasm at all.

Y/N finished her wine glass and let out a laugh, sitting back with her friend. “I swear Josh, can fuck so much better.” Emma breathed out, the women already on their fourth wine glass.

They talked for a few hours, watching their show and eating pizza. It had been a quiet evening; Y/N knew she was feeling the wine already. Emma soon was dead asleep beside her in the bed, with a wine glass still full on the table beside them. Y/N noticed her empty glass, taking her sleeping friend's drink, making it her own, and heading to the bathroom to change into her PJs. She scrolled through her phone, through her OnlyFans messages and gifts.

Putting on a slick pair of boxer shorts and an 80s rock band t-shirt to match the shorts, Y/N still had her wine glass in her hand, heading downstairs to clean up their dishes. Emma was usually always the first to sleep; wine was like cough syrup to her and made her sleep like a baby. Y/N knew wine may been a wrong choice, but maybe she could have some alone time with Negan.

She knew she shouldn’t want that. Y/N knew she secretly wanted him to find her profile, but why would Negan have an OnlyFans anyway?

Y/N trailed down the stairs, seeing Negan still awake, watching TV in the living room. His legs spread open, and a beer rested on his thigh. God, she knew she could hop on his lap right now and ride him like there’s no tomorrow. She was a horrible person thinking this way, especially about her best friend's dad. She tried not to stare long at Negan heading to the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sweetheart, let me help you.” Y/N jumped at the sound of Negan’s voice. She gasped, standing up from bending down. She tried to stand straight with a warm smile. The older male was quick by her side, inches from her, where his skin could brush against hers—taking the dishes from her, helping her load them up. Negan glanced over her half-full glass of wine; she still seemed to be drinking.

“Emma’s already out, huh?” Negan snickered, shaking his head, “She always gets put to sleep drinking; guess got lucky with that.” Y/N laughed with Negan, sipping her glass and handing him the last dish to put into the washer. “Yeah, she’s been out for a bit,” Y/N answered. She felt like the room was spinning, not from the wine but from Negan. He was making her weak to her knees, just standing in front of her.

It should be a crime to look so good as he did, though. Negan had his comfy clothes ready for bed, plaid pj pants with his tee shirt, and toned arms up for plain view. Y/N was in love with his tattoos, too, how she wanted to run her hands up all over them. She knew she’d been eyeing him for a bit. She probably looked like she was eating him alive.

Y/N cleared her throat, shifting her eyes quickly away from gazing over him. Negan's lips pierced, and trying to hide his smirk, he noticed her wandering eyes. Y/N wine glass was quick in her hand, moving away from Negan’s presence. “I-Thank you, Negan,” Y/N stuttered. She knew she was flushed. She would blame it on the wine, though, “I’ll head back upstairs .” It felt so awkward; the tension felt so high.

Y/N tried to get herself to move upstairs, but she was glued to the floor. Her eyes did not move from Negan’s, whose lips curled up into a smirk. He leaned against the kitchen counter behind him, crossing his arms; Y/N felt like she was starting to sweat. Once she finally got her feet to move, Negan’s words again stopped her.

“So, uh, have you found anything else since the coffee shop?” Negan questioned, trying to see what she would say or even come up with. Y/N’s face widened at his question. She knew she had to come up with a lie. How the hell would she tell this man she had an OnlyFans account? “Uh yeah, I have been doing little things here and there, online stuff, nothing too big.” Y/N laughed nervously, giving him a quick smile, shifting in place. Her stomach was twisted with nerves; the urge to jump on Negan right now was getting more complicated.

Especially the way he was looking at her, the way his tongue went over his lips slowly. God, his mouth looked terrific. God, Y/N knew she was down for it. And the wine was certainly not helping the situation either. “Online stuff, huh?” Negan didn’t seem like he was asking or even talking directly to her. He seemed to be saying it to himself, laughing out loud momentarily. Y/N was confused for a moment; her eyes soon widened.

Negan knew… he must have knew.

Y/N's breathing increased, watching Negan walk over to her. Y/N tried not to show any emotions, but she knew her face was widened. She knew her hands had to be shaking. Her body was shifting back and forth. Her nerves were making her even feel nauseous, with the butterflies growing in her stomach.

“I know you have an OnlyFans, Y/N.” His words could have made her faint; she knew her face was white as a ghost. She couldn’t form words; her throat tightened. “I know I’m a huge dick, too, for still wanting to look once I figured out it was you.” Y/N cleared her throat. Her eyes scanned his eyes for a moment. “You paid for the membership to see?” Y/N quietly wondered, her nails digging into her skin.

“Had to see that one where you show your pretty face for the first time today.” Negan watched her blush quickly for the compliment, her eyes shifting down. He was now inches from her, standing in the kitchen entrance. His fingers wrapped around her chin, having her look up at him. “You? Negan Smith? You should post, too.” Y/N told him, which made him laugh, still having her chin in his grip.

Negan’s lips grew closer to hers; her breath slowly rose, her eyes falling to his lips, falling into his touch once his lips met hers for only a moment. Their lips moved in sync before he gently pulled away, taking in the moment.

“Follow me if ya’ want to, sweetheart.” Negan purred, patting her cheek gently and giving a smug smile, walking past her upstairs. Y/N was like a lost puppy following behind him, trailing up the stairs. Emma’s door was closed; she knew wine would knock her out all night.

Nothing would wake her up.

Nerves still kicked in, though, and butterflies formed in her stomach. Was she about to enter Negan’s bedroom with Emma across the hall?

Hell yeah she was.

Y/N watched Negan hold open his door for her, letting her walk in first, quietly shutting the door behind them. “Let me show you something, doll.” Negan went to his closet, digging into a box on the shelves.

His room was very plain but relatively clean. His bed was made with just blue sheets and two pillows. There was hardly any decor out, just a few family pictures. Negan turned around and pulled out an old camcorder, handing it to her to examine. “What’s this for?” Y/N asked, her lips curled up into a smirk, getting the camera to turn on. “You like to record yourself, correct sweetheart?” Negan raised a question, taking back the camera from her and making sure a new tape was in. The younger woman’s face furrowed with confusion, but nodding to answer his question.

Negan's request took Y/N off guard. She felt her face flush with heat, and her mind went blank. She wanted to say something, anything to break the tension in the air, but Negan's piercing gaze held her still. "Would you let me record you, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Y/N knew she trusted Negan. He had always been fair and respectful towards her. She looked up at him, and his eyes held a hint of darkness she hadn't seen before. Despite that, she still felt safe with him.

“Do you trust me, doll?”

“Yes, I do.” Y/N did not hesitate with her answer. She saw the light on the recorder blink red. She knew she was being recorded now; Y/N always felt confident through the camera now that Negan was watching her.

As she stayed in her place, she noticed his gaze fixed on her. It was unlike any other time, for he seemed to observe her features. She scanned down her body to her bare legs, keeping the camera on her. “Don't go camera shy on me now, sweetheart.” Negan teased, his eyes eating her up, “Strip for me.” She gulped; she felt so nervous. Negan noticed her actions. He wanted her to be confident. She deserved to be; there was nothing wrong with this woman before him.

Her curves was perfect.

Her tits was perfect.

Her ass was perfect.

Everything about her was perfect.

“Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” Negan turned the camera off, his face softened, “How confident you are in those videos you make is how you needs to be now. There's nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” Her face reddened with a playful eyeroll. Negan started to record again, drawing out a long breath. “You're just making me nervous; I've never done anything like this before.” Y/N’s voice seemed shaky, letting out a laugh, keeping a smile on her face. Her hands rested on the top of her tee, her eyes meeting Negan.

"Let me see those perfect perky tits, baby." Negan's words sent chills down her spine. Y/N bit her lip, slowly pulling the top over her head. She let the shirt hit the floor beside her; Negan loved the sight before him. He was finally getting to see her body in a natural person. Negan knew they had to be quiet; the guilt he once had was slowly turning more into lust. "You want the shorts gone too?" Y/N asked, her head tilted in curiosity. She was sure she knew the answer to what Negan wanted; all he did was nod and gesture for her to remove them.

Y/N stepped slowly out of her boxer shorts, revealing no underwear underneath them. Negan groaned, and the grip he had around the camera tightened. He used his free hand to rub the scruff growing on his face; she looked amazing. Y/N still felt a little uncomfortable now being full-ass naked in front of Negan, who was recording her, and he was fully clothed, though. Negan laid the camera on the dresser, still facing them, his feet dragging the ground, growing closer to her. Negan was now in the camera view, cupping her cheeks and bringing her into a deepened kiss.

"Can I record us, doll? Are you still comfortable?" Negan wanted to be reassured. She knew she had a few drinks tonight as well. He always found Y/N attractive, wanted her, and craved her. From the tension building up over the couple of years of knowing each other, it seemed she wanted him. "I do, Negan-just-." She stuttered for a moment; her cheeks were stained red. His forehead rested against hers, his eyes closed soon, waiting for her to answer. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" He asked, groaning and pushing up against her. Y/N had him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss, and both stumbling over to the bed behind them. His hands were all over her.

"A dirty lil' slut ain't ya, doll." Negan chuckled; it was deep and dark, maybe almost sinister. Y/N smirked into his kiss, pulling his tee off. Her hands started down his pants and up his chest, not missing any part of him. She wanted to feel everything, run her hands all over him and through his curls. She whimpered, feeling his hands trail up her bare thigh, her legs staying wide open, wanting to feel his touch. "I'll be anything you want me to be, Negan." Y/N entirely gave in to him; Negan loved her submissiveness.

"Really?" Negan drawled out, his hands cupping her throat. His free hand cupped her pussy, that almost made her choke up. "You'll be daddy's little slut?" Y/N cried out; Negan calling himself made her even wetter than she was. She barely could talk; she felt so helpless, but she always stayed confident in her videos. This man was making her a hot puddle of a mess.

"Yes, Daddy, please just touch me." She begged; Negan shushed her, his fingers resting on her lip that was just cupping her pussy. "Be quiet, doll." Negan commanded gently, his finger drug down her lips, "Do you feel how wet you are on your lips?" Y/N scoffed slightly; he was not wrong, however, feeling his wet fingers cup her face again to bring her into a rough kiss.

Negan's fingers teased her bare clit; she had her hands going down to his pants to pull them down along with his underwear. His cock was hard; Y/N looked down, even seeing the tip slightly red, already leaking pre-cum. His lips kept attached to her soft lips; he could taste her wine mixed with her lip gloss. “I want to taste you," He moaned softly against her lips, "I'm craving the taste of you so much right now, baby." His thumb rubbed against her lip softly, pulling it down, keeping his eyes deep into her eyes. Y/N couldn't help but moan out just at the words of what he wanted to do with her.

"Please..." She started to beg the man, "Please, Daddy, I want you too." Negan loved when she would beg even more when she called him daddy. His touch from his hands made her squirm. Negan kneeled in front of her, her legs wrapped around his neck. She wanted to push him closer to her with her legs, but his hands around her thighs kept her from moving. He slowly placed light kisses from her left knee up to her clit.

Her head rested on the pillow behind her; her eyes moved to the camera still blocking red across the room. Her eyes rolled back into her head, almost seeing stars. Y/N's hands ran through his hair as his tongue slightly licked her folds. Her moans were choking out, covering her mouth. “We don't wanna get caught, doll.” Negan chuckled, licking straight up, making her gasp, “Be quiet, or I'll stop,”

She felt his nails digging into her thighs, but she did not care. Y/N knew he was trying to keep her still, but she could not help but squirm underneath his tongue.

“Please, don't.”

"You taste so good, Y/N." He complimented her, feasting on her more. He was more aggressive this time, keeping the tip of his tongue flicking on her clit. She dug at his hair, "Please don't stop." Y/N moaned quietly in pleasure. Y/N covered her mouth, moaning against her hand. She knew she was already close to Negan's tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart, you're a mess.” He shook his head, playing with her clit, placing more kisses on her thighs, “I’m enjoying this just as much as you.” Y/N groaned out, feeling his lips suck on her clit, his tongue still against her clit. She could feel that pit in her stomach grows; every time he made her cum, it just got better and better.

“I’m so close, Daddy, please- Daddy.” She could barely get words out, and her fingers loosened in his hairlocks. That pit in her stomach burst. Y/N shook beneath Negan’s mouth, feeling herself cum. He licked her all up, making sure he tasted every bit of her; Negan knew he could do this all night to her. He rose to place his lips on hers; she could taste herself against him.

“Why did you wanna record, huh?” Y/N giggled, her arms around his neck. Negan chuckled, running his hands through his hair, sweat forming on his head. “You gonna post this on some porn site?” Negan almost could have cried in laughter, shaking his head at her comment and giving her neck small kisses.

“This is for me, doll. And only me.” Negan seemed firm, maybe even a little tent of jealousy in his voice. “You're mine.” Y/N's lips pierced; she tried to fight back a smile. She loved hearing. His sweet lips moved against hers. “Let me help you out,” She cupped his hardened member, and Negan groaned when she slightly squeezed it. “Next time, sweetheart, I want you now.” He growled as she pulled his boxers down. Negan placed kisses on her breasts.

His uncovered member teased the tip of her clit right above where she wanted him most, his hand wrapped around he’d throat, going into her.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

She moaned, feeling her walls stretch, her nails digging into his back. Negan thrust into her, keeping his pace slower; she kept her moans soft in his ear. She could hear by his breathing he was enjoying her, enjoying this. He lifted her legs more as his dick reached more inside of her, both moaning out.

“I wanna be able to record your loud moans, doll,” Negan admitted, her nails dug deep into his back, his free hand covering her mouth from the moans. “I know some of your little cute whimpers have been picked up, though you can't keep quiet.” Y/N shook her head; his thrust picked up. She knew her nails would leave marks.

“Are you gonna come around, daddy cock?” Negan asked her, his hand slowly moving from her mouth. She bit her lip, keeping her whimpers soft. “Yes, Daddy,” Y/N muttered; her eyes rolled closed, and her forehead laid against his.

“Aw, is it too much for you to handle baby girl? Can’t take daddy’s dick?” He teased Y/N as he thrust deeper into her. “You goin’ cock dumb on me?”

Y/N shallowly moaned and whimpered out.“Fuck-No, I can handle it, daddy. Fuck- you-uh-make me feel so fucking good!” Y/N knew she was getting close. No one had ever made her feel this way. She barely could speak; she bet she did sound dumb. Negan could feel her clenching around his cock, knowing she was close.

“Go on, baby, cum all over daddy’s dick,” Negan commanded, feeling her let her body go; Y/N had her second orgasm washing over her body, seeing more stars behind her eyes. She felt her body go limp, shaking as she rode out her high.

Negan groaned as he came to a climax as well; she felt the hot cum coating her walls. Both were out of breath, their sweaty bodies stuck together shortly. “You okay, doll?” Negan fingers ran through her hair, slowly pulling out of her. He fell to the empty spot beside her, and Y/N breathed out a laugh.

“Im ‘kay, I just uh- probably need to return to Emma's room.” Y/N hoped they were not too loud, too into the moment. Negan had himself covered up with the bed sheets, still naked underneath. He laid back, his hands resting on his head, giving her a lazy smirk.

“Wish you could stay here, doll, but I know you're right.”

Y/N only stayed for more minutes in Negan's room to clean herself up; she knew she could blame her flushed face on the wine if Emma were somehow awake. They had not heard anything, but that could be good or bad. Negan and her agreed to keep this all a secret; even Negan wanted to do it repeatedly.

Y/N's hands were shaky opening Emma's door back up, seeing her still asleep in bed. Her mouth was slightly open as the TV was still quiet playing in the room. She breathed out a little sigh of relief, taking her steps quietly to lay back down her friend like she just did not fuck her dad in the room over.

With a camcorder on... fuck was she was a bad friend?

Y/N had a guilty conscience, but the fact she was she liked Negan.

Man, she was fucked.

The following day, Y/N's head was quite heavy. Her eyes adjusted to the lit room, and she groaned out, rising out of the bed and looking beside her, seeing Emma was not there anymore. She reached for her phone, going through several social media apps to wake her up. She heard noises from Emma's bathroom, and soon the shower turned on, clearing the mystery of where her friend was.

Y/N's mind, though, trailed off back to last night's events with Negan; she still felt like she could feel cum dripping out into her boxer shorts. She groaned out softly, hating how the craving came back for him checking her emails.

An OnlyFans notification popped up on her phone that caught her attention. The name almost made her heart stop.

rick grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: smut, penetrative sex, male/fem orgasms, weapon usage, mentions/usage of liquor, Negan, mentions of character deaths, mentions of upset/un-comfy reader, mentions of murder, season 7 era tbh,

a/n: just watched the episode of where Carl died and where Rick read his letter and i am a sobbing mess, i cried so hard throughout the entire episode an honestly in the comics it says he has a happy ending so lets pretend that Carl never died and had a happy ending and that he just ran away because it's breaking my heart!

: sorry for the long wait, i've been trying to catch up stuff on my wattpad and i have a few drafts that i have saved so i'll be trying to post those throughout the week!

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the runs had been hard, and food rations had started to become smaller and smaller by the day, and with children and people of Alexandria they needed to find something.

But it was hard with Negan breathing down their backs, constantly making random appearances to claim 'his deliveries' that they were supposed to somehow fulfill for him and the Saviours.

she had one of her hands intertwined with his while his cock was hitting her g-spot making her mouth form a sudden 'O' shape while their lips connected in a frustrating lust for one another.

she let out a soft cry into his mouth feeling as she was so close from her big O that she was bucking her hips up for one of his thumbs to rub circles on her clit to send her over the edge for him.

without a hesitation he used his thumb to spin on her clit hearing as she let out a loud set of delicate moans from her mouth, and it made him pull his lips away from hers just so he could hear how beautiful she sounded aloud while he fucked her.

"s-so close!" she whimpered feeling as her walls clenched to try and bring his throbbing cock even deeper into her tight soaked walls, one of their hands were holding onto the others so they could keep their bond of love even closer during the moment.

"shh shh, come on let it go"

he cooed to her feeling as she let out a loud whimper while her juices spurt out onto his cock that was irresponsibly not covered by a condom, however it felt to good for him to stop and by the time he knew it he was shooting his load inside her

"fuck" he practically gasped feeling the warmth of their juices creating a slight warmth over his cock, she let out a whine as he hadn't pulled out of her yet because he wanted to take in the moment

a loud knock at the door seemed to disturb her as she jumped sending a slight accidental pleasure to his cock that was still buried full length in her cunt.

"you done fucking in there Rick? because we have shit to do!" Negan called out while tapping his bat against the door so harshly Rick thought that he was going to somehow break through it.

he pulled out of her watching as she covered over her mouth to hide a loud gasp that she knew was surely to spill from her mouth, "one minute Negan please" Rick asked only hearing the knocking start to get louder and louder surely he was trying to scare him.

Rick had wiped himself and slipped on his lower half of clothes before Negan flew open the door smiling once he saw y/n covering herself with the tangled bed sheets around her.

Rick ran a hand through his hair while he pulled out a fresh white t-shirt from his dresser slipping it on while he holstered his knife and looked at the man standing in front of him.

"Rosita come here for me please"

Negan called out watching as the women slipped down the long and quite narrow hall leading to the bedroom, she stood behind him as she kept her gaze down on the floor.

"you and Rick are going to go on a scavenge trip and i don't care how long you're out there for, either you find something cool or useful for me or option one you don't come back at all and in that case i'll bash someones head in or option two i smash all of these sorry fucks heads in" Negan smiled rubbing his hand over Lucille.

"now get the hell out" he ordered watching as Rick skimmed past him as he followed Rosita back down the long hall and once Negan heard the front door shut with a slam a smile appeared on his face.

this time it was wider and cockier almost like he thought the girl trying to cover her nude body from him was a joke, his smile was implicating that he thought this was all so damn funny.

"can i please get some privacy Negan?" she asked calmly as her nails started to practically burn holes into the fabric from the strength of her grip that she had on it.

Negan rested the bat against the inner wall of the bedroom next to the snow white painted door frame, he used a hand to rub over the stubble on his face, he sighed and flipped his back around.

his hands rested clasped in front of him as he fiddled his thumbs and whistled impatiently, she slipped into the bathroom to wipe her self clean before she slipped back into the bedroom to put on a fresh set of clothes.

"you can stop whistling now" she bit at him while she adjusted the collar of her flannel that covered the blank tank underneath, she flipped over the cuffs on the sleeves and folded her arms.

"wow god you two really go at it" Negan remarked at her watching as her posture awkwardly changed in front of him, because her shoulders seemed to scrunch up at the uncomfortable remark.

"is that stuff never seems to go right around here? is you two's fucking getting in the way of my deliveries that you and your people should be making?" a hand rested on her lower neck as he made his way up to her chin watching and feeling as she swallowed harshly.

"you seem un-comfy baby" he spoke rubbing the side of her cheek, "i think you should leave" she spoke calmly but also with a slight fire in her voice wishing that he would just see himself out.

Judith let out a loud cry just a few doors down making Negan smile once more as he picked up Lucille and made his way along the hall making sure to scrape the floors up with him.

"don't please" y/n spoke pushing past him so that she could stand in the door frame the loud sound of her crying ringing through her ears like loud feedback echoing off of a microphone.

"oh please i'm not gonna hurt her what am i a monster?" he bit back bitterly skimming past her, he placed his bat down next to the recliner in her room while he lifted her up from her crib.

he sat back in the recliner while rocking her gently with his knee while he stroked the back of her head, y/n didn't understand how a man so cruel and so monsterous could have a heart like this.

how he could act so sweet after threatening to bash everyone's brains in if Rick hadn't followed his orders as directed.

y/n was surely biting her fingernails raw looking at the two, she seemed to have a liking to him, but it wasn't like she knew how much of a monster he was, after all she was only past a year old she truly didn't know anything about the real world yet.

it was making her sick seeing him hold her, seeing as he was able to get her to stop crying, she looked down the hall to see Carl standing there cocking his head while he looked at the quite visible nervousness y/n was emitting into the air around them.

she shook her head at Carl to go back with Enid who had her head peaking out into the kitchen to watch what Carl was doing from the hall even though she couldn't get a good enough view.

y/n gestured for him to return back to the room he had just appeared from but instead he walked his way down the hall his hand slipping out the silver knife from his holster.

y/n tried to put her hand out to push into his chest but once she saw the fire in his eyes she let him go, she let him slip into the bedroom to see the man that killed her friends holding his little sister.

it was causing an ache in him, it was making him so god damn furious that he was clenching the blade by his side,

"would you look at that it's the serial killer in the making isn't this a nice surprise for me" Negan teased looking down at the knife clenched with a fist down by the boys side.

y/n grabbed his wrist to take the knife from him and shockingly he let her, he let it slip out from his hand without even an ounce of a fight,

she slipped it back into his holster while turning his body away and sending him back down the hallway to where Enid was now waiting for her boyfriend with an explanation.

"he's a feisty one for sure, quite bold if you ask me"

Negan spoke to y/n while sitting up from the chair and resting the now sleepy Judith back in her crib, she pulled a blanket over her and handed the stuffed rabbit that rested next to her in her crib before he grabbed his bat and showed himself out of her room.

y/n shut the door behind her once she checked the baby camera to make sure that it was still on and hadn't run out of battery power again, she followed Negan into the living room thankful that the two kids had left the house to venture somewhere else.

"you have any bourbon or whiskey? i could really use a drink"

Negan asked plopping down on the couch and resting his feet a top of the coffee table un-apologetically while his eyes flicked over to look at the obviously unamused y/n.

"not much i think in the last of our rations we have maybe half a bottle i'm not sure last time i checked your men took it all"

y/n spoke sharply while opening the cupboards until she found the bottle of whiskey, she grabbed a clean empty glass and poured him some before she set the glass and the bottle on the table.

he moved his feet out of her way before he took his first embrace of the liquor in his glass, "perfect" he sighed happily as he downed his first glass of the brown liquid, "what is this exactly?" Negan asked watching as she had taken a seat on the opposite end of the couch away from him before she answered his question.

"Deanna's old husband had a old liquor cabinet so i'm guessing something vintage or some shit we found it in Spencer's room but i suppose whiskey is simply whiskey"

y/n reflected back at him while crossing her legs, she stared out the window where the curtains had been pulled back to let in just the right amount of sunshine necessary to light up the room so it wouldn't be as gloomy and dark for them.

"not when it's cheap but times are tough so anything will do these days but i have to admit this don't taste cheap sweet heart"

Negan admitted as he poured himself another round, after he downed it he licked his lips clean and looked at her.

"you've had your drink can you leave me be now" y/n spoke bitterly towards him as she got up from the couch,

"not until your boy toy and that chick gets back with my shit, is that what you call him boy toy or fuck toy?" he blabbed back before giving up on the glass and instead just pressing the glass bottle of liquor against his lips taking a swig of the burning liquid down his throat feeling the aftermath of the sting start to kick in from the liquor.

"i call him Rick that's all" she answered his question sounding uninterested in the games he was trying to play with her

she was tired of looking at his face and that smug ass smile laced on it, tired of looking at the leather jacket he wore that once had her friends blood splattered on it and she was sure as hell tired of looking at the damn bat that now sat between his legs.

because it was the same bat he used to bash in her friends heads the same bat that she had taunted her and the rest of her group with, the same bat that had smeared blood on her face because she refused to look at it that night when he ordered her.

she gulped looking down at it, Negan chuckled as he could catch her glance at the piece of wood, "is Lucille bothering you because i can promise you she isn't quite thirsty right now but if they come back with nothing she's gonna be damn thirsty for more of your friends"

"please just leave me alone Negan, please that's all i ask of you, you can have that entire bottle of whiskey if it'll get you to stop running your mouth to me hell i'll find you all the damn bottles that you want if it'll keep you away from me"

she spoke trying to hide the fire she could feel her body emitting, she could feel the anger every time she looked at him and it was starting to grow so much she wasn't sure she would be able to hold back from simply killing him but she knew that would be a foolish idea.

that killing him would reek a havoc on the people of Alexandria.

she slipped into her and Rick's bedroom sinking into the bed as she could hear the sound of his men outside, and well she could see partially some of them through the shadow of their figures through the light cream colored curtains covering the window.

she picked up the comic book that rested on the night stand next to the bed, her and Carl had a thing for comic books often swapping whenever they finished one, she ran her fingers over the cover before she set it back down onto the wooden night stand with a sigh.

she prayed that Rick would be back soon, and she prayed that if he did come back he'd bring something Negan wanted or else she knew that surely there was gonna be a blood bath in Alexandria.

-

it had been a week since Rick came home, and that meant she had spent a week living with a cruel man, it was hard keeping Carl out of the house away from his sister but she knew it would prevent him from pulling anything stupid when his father was away.

they had come back with two large bottles of rum, a pallet that had been slightly filled with cans of sweet corn and an old jack knife that Negan had let Rick keep himself as a so labeled "trophy" for being such a good scavenger for him.

Once Negan was satisfied with the resources Rick had brought to him he gathered his men and left, but not without making sure to take a look at the women who was soaking into her bed from the ability of not being able to look him in the face anymore.

Rick could tell that she had lost her mind spending the past seven days with him, that she was truly going crazy with the taunting and the comments and well the fact she felt so guilty for just simply trying to protect Carl from doing something stupid.

Rick pulled her into him so he could rub her hands and plant kisses onto the back of her neck and her shoulder blades feeling her shudder and slightly tremble at the needed contact.

"is he gone? i can't stand to look at him anymore"

she admitted feeling as he intertwined one of his hands with hers rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb,

"he's gone for now at least i'll make sure to take you out for scavenging next week to see if we can bring anything back for us"

Rick peppered kisses on her back trying to settle her as he knew that the true real life fact was that Negan could come back any day or any time he pleased and he could tell that it was starting to severely upset her, he knew that she hated him for what he did and in all truth Rick couldn't stop thinking about killing the man himself.

He knew that no matter what he did or no matter if he killed or defeated Negan nothing would ever be the same he had already tried that and it cost him two of his men, two of his innocent men.

"i want to kill him Rick i have to kill him i need to" she spoke with a sudden change of tone starting to lace and bite back at her.

she squeezed his hand, "but i can't put anyone else in danger, because i can't lose anyone else and i already know he has Carl on his list and i won't do that to you"

he shushed her softly again to calm her down from the amped-up ramble that she had been starting to spew out again

"and we won't lose him if we follow the plan we have, just a few more days and we can follow out the plan and see how it goes for us but i just know we have to try and fight our way out of this"

Rick was almost all jittered up from the thought of taking Negan down, the thought of taking him down so no one else they loved or cared about could ever be hurt again from him.

Well I like to think that Daryl would actually love to feel your hands on his body while he is railing you instead of restraining them, he loved how soft your hands felt on his muscles and ofcourse his strong hands are enough to keep your thighs wide open for him 🥵

Y/n is 19 year old Senior in high school who is particularly quiet but that's only because she always takes the time to write in her notebook filled with.. thoughts about someone imparticular, but its not who you expect it to be…

◇There is a age gap in this book so if you are not ok with that or if it makes you uncomfortable then you do not have to read, it's your choice.◇

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, drinking, age gap, Sexual themes, angst.

Word count: 6472

Summary: You're Negan's Art Therapist who he once wanted to make a wife. One thing leads to another during a storm that leaves you stranded in the jail and now you're naked in a cell with a war criminal.

Rating: Explicit- Sex, swearing and more sex.

GIF isn’t mine, check out the great blogger who brought it over to this site though!

The door is opened for an easy getaway and also because the place smells fucking horrible. He’s sitting on his bed. Throwing around what looks like a wad of tissue paper rolled into a ball. The moment your eyes meet Negan catches it for a last time and his expression gives away a heavy surprise. He’s still as chilling to be around.

“Holy fucking shit. Am in a goddamn wet dream right now? Flash me those tits if I am.” The greeting of sorts goes ignored and instead you walk to the far corner and pull over a chair, putting it to the side of the cell rather than in the middle. “Had a lot’a fucking dick hardening thoughts about you in here future wife. Bout time you come and visit Daddy.” He says with a wink.

That was the name he dubbed you after you told him to fuck off the first time he offered you a position as one of his women during a visit to Alexandria. It was the catalyst of many more run-ins and ridiculous gifts he’d leave all over your home uninvited. You ignore the comment and ask your own.

“Do you prefer charcoal, pencil or pen?”

“Is our first date going to be arts and crafts? How quirky.” He’s still a jackass after two years in a cell. It’s impressive really, especially since he was so broken in the beginning. When you stare at him blankly, he sighs. “Charcoal.” He replies.

That is your preference too.

Through the bars you put down a box of the pencils and a thick pad. He waits until they’ve been placed down then walks over to pick it all up. He’s very blatant with where he stares, although you specifically wore baggy clothing it still feels like you’re being undressed and the image of you is being stored somewhere you’d rather it not. He goes back to his bed and sits on it cross legged. He reminds you of a spider. All the weight at the top and thin, gangly legs folded awkwardly beneath.

“Have you ever drawn before?”

“Probably. I was a child once.”

You nod and open your pad up, flicking through at least forty pages before you land on a blank one. You’re not new to this form of teaching, you were a part-time art therapist in a past life and a full-time one now. You may hate Negan for the things he has done to the community, but figuring out what lies in his mind is more interesting than that loathing. “What the fuck is this all for anyway?”

“Gabriel wants me to try a form of-.” You think of the right word. “Treatment with you.”

“What’s being treated?”

“Everything.” You say plainly. For some reason or another he finds the comment humorous and grins. You hate to see him smile, it reminds you of many terrible things. “So, what we’re going to do today is just draw. There’s no right or wrong way to do it. You put the charcoal to the paper and do as you wish.” You shrug.

“Tryna read my inner most thoughts through chicken scratch sketches?”

“Hopefully.”

“Well ya know me a little, don’t ya? Have any ideas about what’s wrong with my head yet?” You had plenty, but you weren’t able to diagnose him, still you had theories. “Come on, tease me a little.” His lip is bitten and his eyes are bright. He’s openly aroused and flirtatious. He always was.

It’s not a smart idea to mention possibilities without working with a client first, but most therapists never met people like Negan before.

“Would you really like to know?” He nods and sits the pad on his knee. “From what I’ve seen and heard of you Negan, I’d venture to guess that you have an anxiety disorder of some sort coupled with narcissistic traits. But that’s based only without your personal input, so it could be well off course.” He raises his brows and nods thoughtfully.

“Thought you’d throw in something like, psychopath or sociopath.”

“Those are things we may come to figure out together.”

“Been a long time since I’d come together with a woman before.”

“Hm.” You pull out a pen and make a note of his sexual prowess on the side, looking over to see his brow high. “Please, go along with your drawing.” He doesn’t enjoy being written about, it shows in the tightness of his eyes.

You look over at him quite often, the first thing you see is a crude drawing of a dick but he turns to a new page and is stuck on something else that’s not able to be seen. There’s a beep that comes from your watch and you push the button on it.

“Well Negan. Time’s up.” You move the chair back just as he stands up, he puts the pad and box of charcoal onto the floor and walks back to his bed. You pick them up easily through the bars and look back at him. “We’ll be doing this once a week.”

“I’ll be waiting.” He said with a smirk. “It’s fucking one helluva treat seeing you doc, you still make me wanna fuck the shit out of you.”

“Hm.” He’s already picked up on the fact that it’s your therapist way of saying, ‘I’m saving that one for the book’ and his brows come together. You leave the jail and lock the door behind you, stuffing the key into your front pocket and looking for Gabriel so he can have it back.

You’re at home now, sitting at your desk and pouring yourself a well deserved glass of wine. What a long day it was, plenty of couples, one child and then a criminal. You take Negan’s book in hand and look at the cover itself. It was still a crisp white, he had been very careful to keep it clean. You take a sip from the nectar and set it back onto the table. Like you were already aware there’s a large, ugly and childish drawing at the front that is easy enough to ignore and when you turn to the next one you’re surprised to see that he hadn’t drawn anything provocative or cruel. He’d drawn you. And quite well actually, you never expected him to be an artist of any kind, especially after his comment. You took note to be wary of relying on Negan’s side remarks as possible facts. He had done the shadings well, your lips were unsurprisingly the thing that was focused on most and the eyes were a close second. He’d drawn you with your hair down though, and the amount of memory he ran off with the layers and how your side bangs fell were eerie really. You’d obviously made an impression all those years ago.

You’d never admit it to anybody, but you found the man awfully attractive. Many did- it was the honey that lured people into the hive that was his psychological warfare. It’s why he was such a successful leader so quickly. Human beings gravitate to beauty and charm. Both of which he had.

*

The next week comes and after a rough morning with Rosita you’re happier to go to the jail then be lashed out on again by the woman who held a lot of fury as of late. You open up and leave it that way, after talking with Gabriel last week about making sure the man’s bedpan was cleared before you got there the smell was less off putting.

“Good afternoon Negan.” You greet with a professional tone.

“What’s up doc?” He says slowly. You recognize the Bugs Bunny reference and ignore it, instead you move the chair from the corner and put it to the side of the cell.

“Would you like the charcoal again?”

“Yeah.” You slide his pad and the box through the cell bars and sit back down, he picks it up and goes back to the bed. “So, did my pictures tell you anything?” He asks.

“Your first one was ignored.” He sighs at that and rolls his eyes, he still held childlike qualities. “And your second one was well drawn. I hadn’t expected it after I asked you if you drew and you said, ‘probably, because you were a child once’. I mean you have a way of twisting words so maybe you truly have only drawn once as a child, but you obviously took it up at another time in your life.”

He smiles and nods.

“Interesting theory, doc.”

“That’s all therapy is.”

“Our brains are like a game to you shrinks.”

“I like to think of it as a puzzle.” He laughs and it makes your insides feel tight with discomfort.

“Well I’m one of those big fuckers with tiny pieces and a fat cock.” If it hadn’t been for the fact that you grew up with men like Negan you’d likely find his language hard to deal with but it was tolerable, and instead you make a sound, open your pad and write a note. His tone is gravelly and cold. “I’m already fucking sick of that shit, doc.” You look over and smile falsely.

“You may begin, Negan. We have fifty minutes, if you need direction with something or any questions just ask.” You say politely.

“I can go a lot longer than fifty minutes and I’m down with whatever direction you give sweetheart.” He says with a wink and spreads his legs apart. It’s a stab at showing his male dominance.

“Hm.” You make another note and don’t bother to look back, you can feel his glare anyway. The man has a very powerful presence even in a cell. It’s close to half an hour when he calls you by your title. You look over to see him with furrowed brows. “Yes?”

“Are you religious?” The question is surprising, you know Negan is a very information drawing person so you stay guarded. He waits patiently.

“Agnostic.” You admit.

“Huh. Interesting. So, you like to hope that there’s something but don’t believe in anything.”

“I believe in the belief that something out there may be worth believing in.” You say quickly. His brows pull together and you’re glad to have tripped him up from his reverse psychoanalyzing. “Are you?” You ask casually.

“No.” That makes sense, he tried to make himself his own form of a god. It did work for a year. He held several hundred people under his reign who called themselves his name. But with fast growth comes a fast decline most of the time. It did for him. “Do you have a boyfriend yet? Or are you still waiting for me?” He asks with a wide smile.

“You’re asking me very personal questions, Negan.”

“You said if I have any questions I can just ask.” You did, you need to watch your words with the man. He is crafty, cunning and always looking for loopholes. “So?”

You observe one another. For a brief moment you see the man in his leather jacket, swinging a bloodied bat and standing at your doorway with a bunch of wild flowers and a perky expression. You come back to the reality and focus on him in the now, dressed in plain blue clothing and watching you carefully. Negan still held the same confidence as he did then. You answer him with a soft smile.

“I’ll make you a deal. You may ask me one question each session and I’ll answer it truthfully so long as I can do the same for you.” He sits taller. “However, if I feel like there is a lie in your answer then the arrangement is broken.” He sits on the offer for a moment, he’s as hesitant to talk to you as you are to him. He doesn’t seem like he kind of man who ever went to therapy, he’s very proud and tricky. Any form of it would likely have felt undermining in another life.

“Well, I do want to get in that head of yours a little more. So why not? I agree, and the same goes for me. If I feel like you’re lying then I’m not doing this therapy shit anymore.”

Negan will be the most fascinating person you’ll likely ever work with. The risk of losing a chance to dig around inside of him is too much to lose.

“I agree.”

He smiles again and you have to remind yourself that he can’t hurt anybody where he is anymore, not physically. That smile wouldn’t be the last thing a person saw like it once was. He rolls the charcoal between his fingers and looks from your shoes all the way to the top of your head painfully slow. You keep your cool but he’s wildly nerve wrecking.

“You ever wanted my fat dick slipped inside your cunt, doc?” He asks when your eyes meet. It’s a horrible way of wording ‘have you ever wanted to have sex with me’.

You should have known it would be something along those lines but you assumed the boyfriend one would stick. There’s no point in even trying to lie, he is as perceptive as he is manipulative.

“Yes.”

The answer makes him grin wide and you refuse to break the eye contact, keeping yourself grounded by biting your tongue lightly instead. He’s very smug with himself. A man who adores validation and being desired. Another trait of a narcissist.

“Fuck, I always knew that I should’ve tried even harder on you, but you threw every gift I ever fucking gave you back at me.” He growls.

You did. You’d do it again too. Being targeted by the man had given you nothing but grief in the town by residents who believed you were another reason that he came so often and harassed everybody. Maybe it’s true, but more times than not he did so for Rick. You don’t reply and tell him that it would have changed absolutely nothing because he was monstrous and terrible, instead ask your own question.

“Were both of your parents actively in your life during your formative years?” His smile drops and you pick up on the fact that they’re a soft spot. When he speaks there’s nothing that you pick up on as untrue.

“No.” He replies simply.

You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to ask which one wasn’t there or if it was both of them.

“Well, we have-.” You check your watch and quickly count. “Eighteen minutes.”

He’s smiling again when you look back, you’re more that sure that you’ll be asked only sex-based questions from now on and you’re not let down by that fact as weeks turn into months and eventually a year, all he asks is questions that revolve around your sex life and preferences. You learn plenty of things about Negan though. You’ve not felt like he’s lied to you yet and you’ve been honest too. He’s become very comfortable with you in his own way. He speaks of his first wife once in a blue moon, talks as he draws and more often than not he’ll delve a little more into the answers for your questions than he needs to. It’s still hard to place him into any definite disorder and instead you remain collecting more information. His drawings match his mood. On his angry days he draws his bat and dead things, his sad ones are of Sanctuary and his lighter ones are of you in varied ways. He remembers different outfits you’d worn and items of jewelry from the past, it’s remarkable actually. His memory was alike that of an elephant. You’re also relieved that he hasn’t drawn you in any inappropriate way.

You’d graduated to working with paints during the therapy on your thirteenth month together and he has soaked himself into it immediately, gravitating to watercolors and working with a lot of blues and greens. It’s sad at times, all of his pictures are based on the outside in some way and he will never see it again. Your hatred has blossomed to dislike as you speak more and because of that slight change you allow him to keep his completed works in the cell. His patience has grown from thin to infinite, he spends a lot of time working on minute details and there is something about painting that condenses his inflated persona down to something a lot less suffocating. Your watch beeps and you look over to the cell to see Negan already washing his brushes. The sound of rumbling from the angered sky outside gives you a small fright and a throaty chuckle escapes the man. Your attention turns to him as he pinches a towel over the brush bristles to dry it off while watching you with the hint of a smile.

“You’re more scared of the thunder than me? Interesting.”

That’s not true. Negan is a frightening man. You’re just able to play it off.

There’s a loud whistling that pushes through his uncovered cell window and a spray of rain splashes against the wall. The door to the jail is pushed on heavily by the pressure of wind and it’s very obvious what’s happening. A storm of some sort has hit suddenly. Shit. You stand up and walk to the door, pushing the thin curtain back and frowning. The trees are blowing hard, the people are gone, miscellaneous items are moving on their own and the rain suddenly hits the window with a vicious wildness. You curse under your breath and step away. There’s no way you’re going out in that, let alone with everything you have to carry back to the office. You have to remain calm however because Negan is a man who picks up on emotions like a shark to blood and the idea of him knowing more than he does of your fear to the poor weather isn’t something you want.

“Are we going to have a sleepover?” He asks from behind you. His tone playful and rather excited, you’ve never stayed down there longer than what you are hired to do. This is new, it’s also very unwelcomed. “Because you can share my bed.”

You look over at him and stay neutral.

“I will have to wait this out.” You say.

“How fun.” He says carefully, his eyes lingering over your chest that’s exposed more than usual. It makes you antsy. “Can I still paint then?” You think for a moment.

That will be a treat for Negan and that’s the last thing he deserves, but it will also keep him busy. You nod and he grins then sets it all up again while you go back to the chair and pull out your drawing pad.

It’s close to four now, the weather has done nothing to slow itself down and your foot has absently been tapping. You only realise that when you look to Negan and he looks between it and your face. You stop and berate yourself for giving away an obvious anxiety.

“Are you afraid of a little rain, doc?” He asks with a high brow.

“Is this your question for the day Negan?”

“No.” Negan replies easily.

“Then I won’t be answering it.” He laughs and the sound of him washing the brush fills the room.

“I never thought I’d find a weakness in you.” It’s true, you’re good at remaining passive regardless of any topics or situations. You try to remain that way but the door rattles and it startles you. “Let alone one so mundane.” He adds spiritedly.

The desire to leave the jail is strong but you won’t go outside until it slows down. You look over at Negan who is packing his things away.

“What time do you eat dinner?” He looks up and shrugs.

“There’s no clock in here, but it’s dark when Gabriel comes down.” Damn. Night settled at around seven. You had hoped that it would be earlier than that so Gabriel could help you take things back, he’d likely come with an umbrella. Although that would probably blow away. “I’m finished.” He says.

His easel is collapsed, his hands have been washed in the provided bucket of water and his items are tidily set on top of one another in a stack at the cell door. You pull from your pocket his door key, put your things to the side and unlock it. Negan has never tried to escape before and he keeps himself on the bed when you move things out. Still, being without bars with him gave you an uneasy feeling beyond any you’ve felt before, made even more stronger because of your history with him. Somebody he’s been so open with being attracted to and spent so long trying to woo. It feels like walking into a tiger’s enclosure with a raw steak tied to you. Risky and stupid. You move the easel out first, then the bucket and when you have the paints and brushes in hand, the thunder roars with such strength that your ears hurt and the lightning cracks through the sky and lights up the room. Everything falls out of your hands and splays out all over.

“Goddamit.” You curse.

As you pick things up Negan’s inked hand wraps around the last paint tube you were reaching for and you look up to see him much too close and focusing on your features, namely your lips. The part he seems to like the most. You’re shaky, now from him too. He’s so much larger, older and stronger than you. The fact that he’s been starved of a female’s touch hits you hard. Neither of you say anything. You’re too stuck by his fixed stare.

There’s a primitive part of you that kicks into gear. You’re aware of why; it’s his interest in you, his power, the desire to be protected during a heightened feeling of distress and how attractive he is that causes your body to begin reacting to the man. He’s likely picked up on it after years of playing with women much longer than you’ve been alive. The sound of thunder cracking the air again makes you flinch and your hand wraps around his forearm out of reflex. He may be thin but the muscle is thick and tense and your touch makes his grip on the tube go so tight that it bursts. You pull away from him and feel your cheeks heat instantly just like it does between your legs. His stare is hungry now, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. You’re beginning to breathe too heavily and you chew on your bottom lip out of habit from arousal. He looks between it and your eyes. You want him to say something because you can’t.

“I have my question of the day, doc.”

“What?”

There’s no hesitation in his next sentence, no wariness, only the confidence that of a man who could read a woman easily would hold.

“You want me to finally fuck you doll face?”

You should stand up, say no and lock the cell door. You have a job to do, one that you’ve been trusted with and you hold a heavy dislike for Negan that’s well earned by his actions as well. But you’re still a woman underneath the profession and he’ll know if you lie because all of the signals point to one answer. The word is breathy and your heart is beating so hard against your ribs you’re sure he can hear it and it’s making you that much wetter between your legs.

“Yes.” You admit.

His grin is wide, you both lean in and his lips are soft although the force of them is anything but. He tastes like mint, he makes everything warm and you already feel yourself soften to his touch. Negan’s arms slide under yours and he lifts you like you’re made of air. Your legs wrap around his waist, his stiffness is already pressed firmly against your warmth and the feeling of it makes you whimper. He comes away long enough for you to pull off your shirt while he flicks the clip on the back of your bra with the expertise of a man who’d done it hundreds of times before. You should be a lot more careful with removing his shirt but you threw away ‘careful’ when you let him kiss you. He holds you out easily so you can tear the fabric and every button spreads out around the room with a series of clicks. He slides one arm at a time out of it and drops it carelessly to the floor, his singlet is easy to remove and his own bare chest against yours feels hot and rough.

“I’m going to fuck you like a whore, future wife.” He says during a break from your kiss.

The pet name is frustrating most times but for a moment like this one it adds another layer to the pleasure. You moan into his mouth and run your fingers over his shoulders all the way to his hair. He grunts with the touch and rubs you against him to earn another whimper. He’s not gentle, he’s starved. He lets you go from high up and you fall back onto his bed with a huff. Your panties are soaked and you wouldn’t be shocked if it’s gone through to your dress pants. His shoes are off, yours are on the floor too and before you can do anything else he’s already at the end of the bed in his briefs with a thick hard-on and tearing your pants off. He throws them aside, tucks his arms under your hips and pulls you down so you’re right at the edge of the bed with your thighs spread and tilted up for his view and use. He runs his knuckles over the fabric while watching you with a smirk, enjoying the pleasure it’s causing when you throw your head back with a sigh. Between Negan and the taboo of the situation you already feel drunk on the man. His thumb slides underneath the wet fabric and presses against your clit with an increasing pressure until your hips begin to rock with it.

His voice is thick and filled with lust.

“Jesus Christ. You’re gonna make me fucking cum just looking at you like this.” You smile at the compliment and his lips come down to kiss on either inner thigh. “Say my name if you want me to play with you.”

“Negan.” You whisper.

He kisses you over the fabric this time and you slide further to him. You’re sure that he’s smiling. Likely he’s happy that you’re already giving into him so easily but it’s hard not to. He’s got you so worked up. Long arms give him the ability to reach up and pull on either stiff nipple. One roll with his thumb on your clit and a hard pinch on a nub. The feeling in your belly is already building up and your legs begin to press together out of reflex. Negan’s hands come onto either knee and he pushes them a part again. You look down at him and his brows are pulled together.

“Don’t you hide fucking anything from me, your body is mine.” He growls. His callousness makes you smirk and he mirrors the look, flicking his eyes over your face and shaking his head. He isn’t your friend, lover or anything close to an acquaintance- he’s Negan, a man filled with many bad things who wants to use your body and take control of it. The realization makes you chew on your lip. He focuses between your legs again. “I hope you don’t like these princess.”

He’s already torn the lace in half before you can tell him that you do and the cool air reaffirms how wet you are. He mutters a string of curse words to himself that tells you how much he enjoys what he sees. His thumb goes back to where it was and you grin at the touch. After a moment passes, he doesn’t move and it catches your confused attention.

He looks back with stern expression.

“Play with your tits for me.” He orders. You’re in need of bliss and take the instruction obediently. With an elbow on either side, you begin to massage each one while he pushes down and rolls your clit one way then another. He balances his focus between your tits, face and between your legs. It’s so much to take in and your moans are loud and chorused. His other finger brushes over each side of your folds, wherever he touches feels hot and he pinches your clit while you tweak both nipples hard. You push yourself even further toward him, silently begging for more.

“You trying to get something baby?” You look down and his smirk is potent, you chew on your lip and nod. “What do you want?” He asks with a pause.

“I want you to fuck me.” His expression is akin to a man who's dying of thirst and is offered a tall glass of cold water.

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that shit.”

He taps his fingers with a mild force over your slit and moves your pinched clit from side to side. You whimper with the action, bucking your hips and feeling a drip run down your middle. He catches it and rubs it back up, teasing around your entrance and causing you to moan a lot louder. Fuck, your orgasm is so close now.

“Please, Negan.” You beg. “Make me cum.”

He circles around you a little faster and your fingers bunch up around the blankets.

“Do you deserve it?”

Your eyes open and he’s looking at you with a grin, he’s so handsome and enjoying your body. You never woke up that morning expecting any of this and you’re so glad that it is.

“Yes.” You whisper, his brow raises and you have a feeling you know what he wants. “I do, sir.”

“When you put it so nicely.” He rolls your clit so quickly that the feeling hits you like a hot wave and his fingers slide in just as the clenching starts, your eyes close as the warmth washes over you and you roll your nipples between your fingers to heighten it all. “Look at me.” He orders.

You try your best to but the orgasm is so strong that it makes your sight thin and lids heavy. Your hips buck, brows furrow and the moans are fucking loud. You’re both lucky that the weather silences it to the room only. He curls his fingers and settles his tongue over your clit and sucks while the speed and ferocity of his fingers never slows. It goes for so long that your stomach hurts, your body shakes and it’s almost impossible to find air while your face becomes wet too. He never looks away, he wants to see everything he’s doing to you with pride. Your pussy is showing him gratitude by gushing so much that it sounds similar to the rain. He brushes his flattened tongue over what he can and you notice that his shoulder is moving. He’s stroking himself over you and it makes you feel even more aroused. Any time your eyes close he sucks hard enough to pull you back to reality and softens it when you meet his gaze again. Once he’s decided that you’ve had enough he pulls away and drops his hand. You’re wiped out, your head falls back and you gasp for breath like you’ve been underwater for too long. You’re still bucking with small pulses and whimpering as his hands run over your inner thighs and it makes your body want to receive more from him although you feel like curling up and sleeping.

“You made a fucking mess princess.” He taps on your clit and the sensitivity you feel makes you jump back while Negan laughs. He isn’t lying, your cum is all over your lower back and ass. “Shit, you think you can even take my cock?” You think he’s asking because you’re so exhausted but when you look down your eyes widen. He’s thick and long, a lot bigger than anybody else you’ve taken before and you don’t think you can. He’s pressed high against his belly and twitching. Despite your hesitation it makes your pussy do the same thing and he grins at it then meets your gaze. “Looks like you want to give it a fucking go.” He winks.

You chew on your lip and Negan smirks. He’s quick to spin you onto your knees then lifts one of them high until your leg is bent far enough for your foot to touch your back. It’s painful despite the fact that you’re flexible because there was no warm up and your discomfort seems to feed something cruel in him.

“This is going to hurt like a bitch.” He warns. “Lucky you’re so fucking wet and I got you all ready, huh?”

He uses his fingers to pull the lips apart and rolls the tip of his cock against your swollen clit to earn another moan. He’s fast with the movement and it catches you off guard, his cock is deep inside of you with one movement and the yell you make earns a harsh slap against your ass that makes you jerk against him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulls out all the way, still holding you apart and shoves himself all the way again. He doesn’t wait for you to readjust. He wants to fuck you and he wants it now. He continues the rough assault. “Rub your clit for me.” He growls, when you’re so lost in the feeling of him he slaps your ass hard and you hiss. “I won’t tell you again.”

You reach around and do exactly that. It’s so engorged, it feels three times the size and with just a few rolls you’re clenching around him and moaning his name breathlessly. He swears loudly, slaps you again in the same place and bends your back further so your ass goes closer to your lower back. His rhythm is steady and hits deep.

“I’m going to cum.” You admit, speeding up the movements of your rubbing only to have Negan slap you hard enough to pull away. He’s so rough and unforgiving.

“Don’t you dare.” You bend enough around to see him with furrowed brows. “Not till I tell you.” He growls.

“I can’t stop it.” You say between gasps each time he throws all of his weight down and buries himself into you. The clenching is tighter against him and he throws his head back with a grunt. The reaction is enough to bring you to the brink. “Please let me cum, sir.” You plead.

“No.” He growls, his hand slaps you again and the feeling makes it that much harder, he meets your gaze and reaches forward to grip your hair and bend you further toward him. The change in position has his balls slap your clit and makes your eyes water as you try you hold the orgasm back. “You don’t cum until I fucking say so.” He warns.

It feels impossible to hold. The feeling on your clit, his cock hitting your cervix and the way he’s looking at you makes it too much. His thrusts are beginning to speed up, he’s getting close.

“Tap my arm if you want to stop.” He says breathlessly, you have no idea what he means and you’re thrown off by his hand wrapping around the back of your neck. Wherever he’s pressed on has immediately halted the blood in your head from moving and the pressure is enough for your eyes to close. It makes the feeling of him burying himself deep and hitting your clit that much more powerful, you can’t moan, you can’t breathe and just before reality feels like it’s disappearing he speaks up.

“Fucking cum for me wife.”

That’s all you need to hear and just as you feel him pull out a rush of cum follows with the exit and his hand is removed so you can cry out while he moans with you. His cum comes out in spurts, all over your ass, back and face. It’s so strong, he’s been backed up for years. His fingers bury back in you and he fingers out even more of your cum.

“Keep going baby, fucking hell.” He doesn’t stop and once again you’re breathless and in tears, moaning out his name and causing him to move even faster until nothing else is able to come out and he lets go.

You collapse onto the bed and turn onto your side and tuck your legs close. He falls behind you, both of you breathless and his cock deflating against your back. You wipe your face and find yourself surprised to feel his arm wrap around your middle and chin sit on your head. You don’t like Negan, but after such a rough and thorough fucking the embrace is more than welcome. His grip tightens and your arms lay on top of his. The rain is still heavy, the wind is vicious and all you can hear now is how bad the weather is while your body pulses with a lightness that only great sex can give. When he speaks his voice is rough and low. It causes a series of bumps to explode over your skin.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Sore.” You admit, a throaty chuckle comes from him and you think he’s nodding.

“Well you’re fucking tight, I’m not surprised.” The compliment makes your cheeks warm and your arms flatten more against his. “If you ever want to fucking do that shit again-.”

“If there’s another storm.” You say. “Otherwise it’s too risky.” He squeezes you a little more at the good news and you’re surprised by the man once again, he’s affectionate. You wouldn’t have guessed. Maybe it’s the lack of human contact after so long that drew it out of him.

“Well thank fuckity fuck we’re coming into Winter then, doc.” He reaches up and pinches your cheek while laughing at your annoyed reaction.

I DID SOMETHING BAD

Summary: Y/N found out her boyfriend, Ben, of two years, cheated on her. After recently breaking up, she goes by to drop off the rest of his stuff. While he isn't home, his dad is. Some hidden feelings decide to resurface, no matter how bad it could be.

Pairing: (Negan Smith x Reader) exboyfriendsdad! Negan Smith x reader (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, age gap! (reader age is in her 20s, negan is in his 40s), reader is in college grad!, exboyfriendsdad! x reader!, rich Negan! oral sex!-f receiving, rough sex!, slight daddy kink!, cheating!, tipsy sex!, sexual tension!, drinking!, break ups!, drinking games!, Negan had a wife but name isn't mentioned!, slight angst!, pet names!-Negan calls reader a slut!, reader wears dresses!, mentions of divorce, praise kink!, cursing!, dom! Negan, jealous tendencies!, dirty talk!, choking!, sub reader!, fluff!, and not fully edited.

A/N: boarders are by @saradika-graphics! Starting back writing, I decided to write a one-shot before continuing my series!! Thank you all so much for your support! I love you all so much! Check out my master list for some new series this summer! Now, enjoy the story! I apologize for taking a long break; I have struggled with multiple things. All I could think about was writing, but I couldn't do it. I wish I could explain more, but I don't think I can put into words as much as I want to. Just honestly… thank you!

“They say I did something bad. But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had and I'd do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good.” - I Did Something Bad By Taylor Swift

It wasn't the end of the world.

Y/N kept telling herself that. He was just some stupid boy who made foolish choices. Ben was a wild one that’s for sure, maybe she should have seen it coming.

Of course, he would cheat. Don’t most of them do anyways? Most men are pigs, all men have it in them.

Maybe it sounded sexist, or Y/N was upset, lashing out with her words. She remembered screaming, tears welling up in her eyes as she repeated those reflections to Ben, whom she had just caught with another woman in their home, in their bed, which they were supposed only to share. Someone he’d met, a senior at his old college.

Bastard…

She kicked him out of the apartment that same night, a place they had called home for a year. Screaming so loud, neighbors were spying on them, which pissed off Y/N more.

Noisy ass neighbors…

Y/N kept herself away for a few days, returning to work and going home, trying to gather the rest of Ben’s things he had left behind day by day. He was rushed out, of course, having his stuff mainly thrown at him out the door. She emptied the 2nd wine bottle by the end of the week, having dinners by herself. Ben did try to contact her a few times with lame-ass apologies and backhanded gestures that raised more red flags for Y/N. She wondered what had gone wrong with Ben; his father seemed like an excellent man.

Negan Smith owned a big bank in town and was known as one of the wealthiest people in the city. Maybe Ben let that go to his head. It wasn’t like he was making the money; his father helped him through anything and everything.

Maybe that’s where it went wrong. Shit, she shouldn’t be thinking her ex’s father is a better man than him… perhaps she should.

Y/N was never always handed things to her like Ben, who spoiled her at the beginning of the relationship. Looking back now, those gestures seemed to fade away, staying in more, just causally becoming just roommates who fucked occasionally. She cringed at the thoughts now. Maybe she’d never been gratified with their sex life, but he was sweet until the end. Becoming unsatisfied with it all, maybe she was blind to the situation, but over the tw weeks, it all unraveled for her.

Maybe it was the late-night cries of not being good enough or the many TV shows she binge-watched about people finding love. It sounded dumb, but maybe Y/N was finally catching onto everything and blocking Ben at the end of the month, gathering his things to drop off at his father's. Ben mentioned staying with him until finding a place; she wondered how Negan felt about it.

Y/N met Negan at a Christmas party he was throwing at his mansion, he lived outside on the country most of the town invited. It was Y/N’s and Ben’s first year togrther. When meeting him, she could see the resemblance Ben had of him. But something about Negan, seemed to get to her more. She knew it was wrong, she just tried to shake it.

It was just an intrusive thought; anyone would think it. The compliments he gave her that night were innocent… “The red dress compliments you well, doll. My son didn’t tell me you were a beauty.”

But made her think naughty things, stuff she shouldn’t think about her boyfriend’s dad. Maybe Y/N was just as bad as Ben for these thoughts. It was the way he smirked, too, that damn smirk. The way his tongue grazed over his lips. It wasn’t just that night, too; she found herself lost in thoughts of him.

The get-togethers, the times they stayed nights with Negan after drinking, waking up the following day and seeing him in his PJs, and the pool parties were the worst. Having to see Negan shirtless, the way his tattoos aligned with his body so well—some even had age to them—and the way his wet hair hung down his face, letting the drips of water slide down his chest were the worst.

He was like a walking sex-god..

All of this was bad.. So bad…

What probably was worse was how well they got along and could talk for hours. Her favorite memory was one of the last ones she had with Negan before all this happened with Ben. A couple of weeks before the breakup, they celebrated the fourth of July and had a BBQ at Negan’s. It was smaller than his usual get-togethers, mostly everyone in the pool out back. Ben had too many beers that day, lying in his old room upstairs; Y/N looks back then, seeing the signs clear on her face that their relationship was over by then.

They sat in the kitchen together for hours, just talking, maybe reminiscing once more before everything fell to shit; Y/N hated how she’d miss Negan. Little thoughts crept into her head, too. She’d miss him more than Ben. She’d no longer have late-night conversations with Negan in the kitchen, see him on vacations, or be around him. She wondered if that’s why she stuck out with Ben so long, for Negan.

How pathetic of her…

Y/N knew Negan would now only live in her memory, just like Ben. The thoughts of Negan kissing her, pleasing her, and fucking her like she'd always wanted would always still be thoughts; she knew she should miss those from Ben, not crave them from his father.

She really was just as bad as Ben, huh?

Y/N threw the last box of Ben’s stuff in her trunk; she was heading to Negan’s to drop off the rest of his son’s belongings. She texted Ben, who said he would be there to get them for her and to say goodbye to each other one last time.

Y/N knew it would be her goodbye from Negan too; maybe what Ben did to her brought all this up about Negan to her face, how she felt about him. This older man, her ex-boyfriend’s dad, was someone she’d be interested in. She was an awful person. Hell, he would laugh in her face about it.

The drive was not far from her place, about 30 minutes outside of town; she pulled up the long driveway leading to Negan’s countryside mansion. He had a few horses outside the barn; the land was acres long. The house had some age, which made it so beautiful. Negan had done a few renovations to the house himself, building around the deck and keeping up with the paint jobs.

Y/N slammed the trunk of her car, carrying the two boxes of Ben’s to the front door, ringing the doorbell that stretched across the house.

The summer air was humid, and her sundress crunched up a bit as the boxes lay against her chest. Her heart dropped when Negan answered the door, quickly offering to take the heavy boxes from the girl. “Y/N? Shit- let me help you!” Negan seemed stunned, laying the boxes inside the house, wiping his hands on his jeans, and glancing over the younger woman.

She looked a little paler than the last time he’d seen her. Still beautiful as hell, though, he told his son Ben he scored well with her. When he met Y/N, he found her attractive and even found himself attracted to her. After his divorce, he did not date much. Y/N kept him entertained, though; they got along well. Negan had to bitch at Ben sometimes about how he would be, treat Y/N. He knew he raised him better than that, especially not to cheat on any woman. When Negan discovers the truth about what Ben did, he is boiling mad; he doesn’t do it to any woman.

He did it to Y/N.

Negan cared about Y/N. Maybe too much for her to have dated his son, but he knows she deserves to be treated like the only woman in the world. Negan almost could have beaten his son’s ass, nearly not allowing him to stay in his home, but he was his son after all. Ben tried to devise excuses, even throwing the blame on Y/N. Trying to say that she never wanted anything to do with him anymore, and no matter what, Negan was not buying it. He gave his son hell almost every day; if he was going to stay with him, he was going to keep doing it, too.

“Negan, Hi—is Ben here? He said he would be in to get the rest of his things.” Y/N asked, taking in all of Negan she could. He had a black button shirt with a few buttons open. The sleeves rolled up perfectly, revealing his tattoos. His darker jeans also complimented him. He looked so good in darker colors. Negan’s beard was whole again; he’d recently shaved it the last time she saw him.

She joked on how he looked better with a beard, he sure as hell did.

Negan looked confused, knowing his son went on with his friends for the night since he had been staying there. Y/N noticed the look in his eyes, and sighing, she rolled her eyes in pure annoyance. She should have fucking guessed. “He isn’t here, is he? Not too brave enough to face me?” Y/N scoffed, soon relaxing. She was talking about this man’s son, “Fuck- sorry, I shouldn’t say things like that around you.” Negan laughed, shaking his head, moving to the side, offering her to come in with his hands.

“Guess he is, sweetheart. He told me you weren’t coming until tomorrow.” Negan informed. Y/N hesitated for a moment to step in. Maybe it was an awful idea… an awful good idea.

The younger woman stepped in. He shut the door behind her. She noticed his half-whiskey glass resting on the staircase pole as he reached for it. “Come into the kitchen, sweetheart. We can chat for a bit before you go.” Negan’s offer was music to her ears. She shouldn’t want this, but she was not about to miss this opportunity.

She entered the kitchten, which Negan pulled out a half-full bottle of his whiskey. Y/N snickerd in return to his gesture as he pulled out a second glass. “I have to drive back home y’know?” Y/N lips curled, sitting at the counter across from him. Negan leaned against the counter facing her, pouring him a glass waiting on her approval do top hers.

“You could stay couple hours, doll. Hell, maybe Ben show up have your little confrontation.” Negan playfully lifted his eye brows with a wink which made Y/N giggle. She kept her eyes down for a moment feeling her face heat up, Y/N said fuck it and shook her glas for him to fill.

Taking a quick shot, Y/N stiffened from the bitter taste of the whiskey, the alcohol making her stomach instantly warm. “I'm taking it. That's been a rough couple of weeks?” Negan could tell the color in her eyes wasn't there anymore; her paler skin gave her away. She had been inside mostly. However, Negan, making her laugh, brought some of that color back, and he was starting to realize it. He knew he shouldn't have invited her in; she definitely shouldn't have decided to stay. Negan knew Ben would be out all night; he wouldn't come back.

Why the hell was Negan doing this? Why was he being this dumb for some chick?

“It has been a lot of back and forth.” Y/N sighed, sipping her drink, shaking the ice, “A lot of eye-opening moments, that's for sure.” Negan kept silent for a moment; he was mainly disappointed in himself. He should have been a better father to Ben and not spoiled him as much. Not giving him everything he wanted, Negan thought he was a good father—how Ben was made him question those thoughts. “I'm sorry for what happened; I thought I raised the boy better,” Negan confessed, downing his drink and shaking his head. He was disgusted by his son.

Y/N smiled at the older male, placing her hands on his, which made him twitch. Negan's eyes stayed connected to hers, and their breathing almost matched. “I hope you don't blame yourself for the way Ben is; it's not your fault.” Hearing her say that made part of him feel warm inside like she was telling the truth. Another part kept telling him that he could have done something.

“You cant make a person, Negan. Kids have to grow up, you men take forever doing that.” Y/N joked, rolling her eyes playfully pouring herself another glass. Negan chuckled at her words, watching her actions. Anything this woman did could make him hard, the way she moved the way she talked made him crave her more.

Maybe he was the wrong person, too, after all? Wanting to do this to his son's ex-girlfriend. Negan wanted to try and make her his, call her mine, make everything better for her, and treat her better.

A couple of hours later, the bottle and a box of crackers were nearly empty, which they opened up mid-conversation. They were now sitting at the kitchen counter beside each other, laughing and cracking up about the most random things. Negan and Y/N talked about many things throughout a couple of hours of her stay, from the relationship with Ben to old memories of themselves. Negan loved seeing Y/N being happy; he knew she had not had that in a while.

Maybe he could fix things after all, better for him.

Y/N felt tipsy; she felt good on the inside, like an itchy bubble inside of her. She knew she could be drinking more, but she had to stop, knowing she would head home later that night; Y/N couldn't stay here. She couldn't let her thoughts win. She'd catch herself while they talked, her eyes moving to his lips and his hands grazing her. She'd even catch Negan’s eyes lingering; maybe it was the liquor talking, but maybe Negan felt something for her.

The tension felt higher in the room as if it was closing in on them. Y/N has had this feeling before with him; being alone with him sometimes made her feel claustrophobic. Right now, the room felt more closed in than ever, the conversation taking turns at times.

“We have been talking for hours, sweetheart.” Negan glanced over at the time on the oven. It had to be close to three hours of them talking and rambling on and on. Y/N could not believe how fast time flew, she had so much fun just talking to Negan.

Maybe she had just been lonley, maybe they both have been.

“I hope I didn't keep you from anything. I can go here soon; I should be sobered up.” Y/N started to get up. Negan grabbed her wrist gently, still startling Y/N. Her eyes met his, and he stood slightly to reach her sti, keeping his distance and removing his hand. “Fuck- I didn't mean- I shouldn't have done it that way, Y/N.” Negan slurred his words, stumbling to make a sentence. He acted like some high schooler trying to ask out a girl for the first time.

His words confused Y/N; her eyebrows furrowed, and his touch sent goosebumps down her spine. It was so quick that she ached for more. “What I am trying to say, sweetheart, is you can stay a little longer.” His words almost sounded sinister, and the look in his eyes darkened.

This is it; she should run now. Y/N knew a mistake was going to happen, but it felt so good despite the bad feelings.

“I guess I could if I'm not intruding,” Y/N gently sat back down, her words more suggestive than before. Her eyes showed hope in it, something darker… sinful. Negan's lips curled up into a smirk, his eyes scanned over her body. Y/N kept her posture and head up. She seemed confident that the nerves screaming inside her were not showing on the outside. “You’re keeping a good ole man company, doll. No harm done.” Negan tried to persuade Y/N that these were all innocent acts and friendly conversations. That's what it always had been; it had to stay that way.

“No harm done,” Y/N repeated, taking a deep breath in her eyes, which never left Negan’s face. His eyes could slowly eat her alive; the way he was looking at her made Y/N feel exposed. Negan moved his hands underneath the stool she sat on, pulling her closer to him, which made Y/N gasp, letting her eyes trail down to his lips to his hazel eyes again. Maybe it was the drinks they had; perhaps this was all going to happen anyway, but Y/N was realizing slowly her sinful fantasies of Negan were coming true.

“Since you're staying longer, sweetheart, how about we play a game?” Negan implied, his head tilted in curiosity at her reply. He was steadily getting closer to her lips by the second. Y/N kept her eye contact through her long lashes. She could feel sweat forming on her forehead. “What-what kind of game?” Y/N questioned, her throat started to tighten.

In an instant, Negan pulled back, clapping his hands together playfully. “A drinking game!” Y/N felt like the trance she was in was broken. She barely saw Negan head back over to his liquor cabinet, pulling out a few small Jack Daniel shots.

What kind of other game was Negan playing with her? He had to be teasing her now.

Negan laid the smaller shots down before them, sitting beside her again. “How are we gonna play this little game of yours?” Y/N teasingly asked, following his actions, unscrewing one of the shots. “I know you played this little game in college; never have I Ever?” Y/N's eyebrows furrowed; why would Negan want to play this? Y/N giggled at Negan’s game of choice; why was this turning her on?

“Why in the hell would we play that, huh?” Y/N questioned; Negan’s face seemed serious, pushing his chair closer to her. She gulped a bit, scanning over the older man. His eyes seemed glossier than before, still having the golden brown tint she'd always loved.

Just like Ben’s… fuck Ben—

why should she care?

“I think there are some things we wanna know about each other, hun,” Negan acknowledged, shooting her a playful wink. She squirmed a bit, which made Negan laugh to himself- he loved it. Teasing her, maybe that’s what he should do after the past couple of years. Teasing him at times, Negan was reading her like a book now. “If you’ve done it, you sip your shot,” Negan clarified the rules, which he knew Y/N probably knew.

“Since it was your idea, you start us of Negan.” Y/N loosened up in her seat, smirking his way. Negan's eyes sparkled like a light bulb going off. “Never have I ever…” Negan pondered momentarily, rubbing the scruff on his face, “Never have I ever dated someone older than me.” Y/N's lips pierced, taking the shot between her lips. Ben was a year younger than her; maybe that was her mistake dating someone younger. She dated someone five years older than her before, and Y/N was usually attracted to older men.

Y/N shivered, taking a deep breath and shaking it off quickly. “Who knows, I might go back to the older men.” Y/N flirted, her foot grazing Negan's ankle, and pulled back to make it seem like an accident. “Seem to take care of you better, doll? May cause more bad than good for you; some of those older men are creeps.” Negan implied, smirking as his hands crept closer to where he rested.

The tension was making the room warmer, but her body felt cold. “I'm guessing it's my turn.” Y/N pushed her hands away from the counter, the tension growing in the room. Negan was even shifting in his seat, which had Y/N fighting back a smile. “Never have I ever cheated on someone.” She was curious to see.

“You're a funny one, sweetheart.” Negan divulged, letting out a laugh. I've never cheated, not even once, but my wife did.” Y/N was taken aback, having a sense of guilt bringing it up. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean-” Negan stopped her, shaking her head with a smile. “Its not big deal, Y/N. I can't believe after some of our conversations it hasn't came up. Or even Ben saying anything to you.”

When Ben started dating Y/N, his mom had already left, but Ben never said why. Of course, she wouldn't ask Negan why she left. “Ive always still wondered if Ben is on her side.” Negan confided, taking his shot letting his emotions run. Y/N listened to him even if Ben was, they were both in the wrong.

“I was spending more time with work than her…are family.” Negan sighed, cracking another one and setting it to the side. Y/N felt bad for him, she knew no matter what she didn't need to cheat. “Thats still no excuse, Negan. She could have talked to you.” Y/N gave her words of wisdom, letting her hand rest on his arm. His pulse quickened to her touch, Y/N’s eyes were calling him.

Negan felt that… this was going to be bad.

“We both still have a shot.” Negan gestured to the full Jack Daniel shots; his lips curled like he had a motive. “Hit me with a good one,” Y/N had her shot ready in hand and her smirk. Negan had to throw her off, make her squirm again, and get her exactly how he wanted her.

“Never have I ever wanted one of my ex’s parents.” Negan was blunt watching Y/N’s confidence drop. Her face reddened; the grip on her shot could have almost shattered it. It was silent; the air thickened his body, growing close to her. Y/N felt glued to her seat, her gaze fixated fully on him.

“I don't—I don't… I can't answer that.”

Negan laughter was darker and more profound, deep, which scared her and turned her on. “You don't have to answer, princess. Just take the shot if it's true.” Negan gestured to her shot in hand, patiently waiting. Y/N kept her looks on Negan, taking the shot down while her eyes never left. While slamming the empty bottle down, Negan’s lips parted, pushing himself onto her. His hands wrapped around her cheeks, and he slammed his lips onto hers. They both tasking the whiskey on their lips, mixed with Y/N’s lipgloss.

She tasted as sweet as he thought.

Y/N moaned at the contact, keeping her lips moving with his, his fingers gripping her hair, making her gasp. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, meeting her own. She pulled away, out of breath, the guilt rushing over her. “We can’t do this, Negan.” Y/N tried to catch her breath, the alcohol starting to take some effect, “I need to go home.” Y/N stood up, feeling the room spin because of how quickly she stood from her seat.

Negan grabbed her wrist, twisting her around, which made her whimper as his nose rested on hers. Y/N's eyes stayed parted, fighting back the urge she craved.

“Don’t go—you can’t go,” Negan begged, his hands trailing up her arms slowly, feeling her goosebumps form. He sounded desperate. “No matter what you want, sweetheart, please stay in the guest room.”

“It’s bad what I want,” Y/N admitted, her eyes closed and her legs like jello. “It feels good, though, right?” Negan teased, making everything much more dangerous. He chuckled as his hands made it to her neck, wrapping both larger hands around, which made Y/N whimper. “Admit it, baby. It’s gone too far now to go running.”

Baby.. fuck.

Everything suddenly was forgotten. Just this moment was all that mattered. None of the aftermath mattered; they both knew what they wanted.

Negan grabbed her waist, picked her up swiftly, sitting her on the counter. His lips brush down the veins of her neck. She was having his hand wrapped around her throat, slamming her lips onto his. Y/N lips were hungry, moving in sync with her hands resting on both sides of his face. He kept his lips moving with hers; whimpers and moans filled the room from both. Her hands flew to his black button-up, popping them open.

Sneaking her hands down into his half-opened shirt, Negan got chills from her touch, feeling her excellent warm hands.

He dreamed of this moment.

“You drive me insane,” Negan growled, his hands trailing up her dress, squeezing her hips roughly. Y/N squirmed from the contact, gasping out, his other hand taking her face, her cheeks squished between them. When she met Negan's gaze, his eyes were darker and filled with all his sinister thoughts about her.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Y/N innocently batted her eyelashes, and a smirk grew on her face, which didn't last long when Negan pushed her back on the cold counter. Y/N couldn't see him anymore, only feel his hands pulling down the panties she had on. Negan chuckled, placing kisses on her thigh. His palms were rough as they moved across her bare legs tracing small circles back up to her bare cunt. Y/N wanted to close her thighs together, so she cried out, having Negan’s hands squeezing her thighs open.

“If it's so bad, why does it feel so good?” Negan questioned her and himself. “It feels so wrong but right,” Y/N confessed, trying to catch her breath. She could feel his breath down her thighs, getting closer to her aching clit. Y/N tossed her head back in pleasure, her hands running through his hair.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be this wet baby,” Negan whispered as his fingers went through her wet folds, having her squirm. “Please,” Y/N begged, the ache in her voice showing how much she wanted it. Negan was enjoying every second of it, too; he knew he might never have her again.

He was going to make the best of it.

“Tell me what you want; I feel like I know.” Negan blew air onto her clit, making her gasp and pulling on his hair which made him growl. His nails dug into her hips, pulling her closer, giving one sharp lick up her pussy.

“I want you, Negan, please.” Y/N sounded so needy; she had never wanted anyone like this before. “My son didn’t take care of ya?” Negan inquired casually, giving her wet folds a lick along, running his fingers around, “That’s a shame, doll; I guess I’ll have to.”

Hearing him mention Ben, she came back to reality for a moment. How could all this go? No matter what, even if she stopped now, it would end badly even if this never happened again.

“Negan, I-“

He cut her off by entirely going down on her. Negan was eating her out like a hungry animal. Y/N’s eyes rolled back, and she could see stars. She was a moaning mess, her thighs squeezed around his head. Y/N had her legs wrapped around him, pushing his head deeper into her. “I love to hear your little whimpers and moans, baby,” Negan admitted. She could feel the pit in her stomach grow.

Y/N’s toes curled, feeling her stomach tighten with his movements. “Negan- I’m close.” Y/N rose slightly from the counter to watch Negan, who instantly met her gaze. “Yeah, sweetheart?” Negan continued as he slowed down to look at Y/N, two of his fingers sliding easily into her cunt. Y/N almost couldn’t hold herself up anymore, feeling her walls closing around his thick fingers. Y/N felt her legs shaking, her back arching off the counter, coming around Negan’s face.

Negan grabbed her by the waist, pulled her up, and placed small kisses on her neck. “Wrap around me," he commanded. She trusted him, having her legs around him. Negan had his hands around her, playfully squeezing them, taking her off the counter to his room. His lips moved in sync with Y/N busting through his bedroom door, throwing her onto the bed.

She had never been in his room; it was so plain it suited him well. Negan had now removed his shirt, her hands exploring his inked body. Y/N pulled at his belt buckle, which made him smirk at her desire. His pants lowered, and he reached beneath her dress for the feel of warmth between her legs. Y/N’s panties were in the kitchen still; his member teased her entrance.

“I want you, I want you mine.” Y/N gasped as he entered her, his words having her head spinning; Negan's thrusts were rough, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and going deeper in her. Their sweaty bodies collided as her fucked her deep into the mattress; Y/N’s nails dug into his back, making him groan. “Havin’ an old man work for it, huh?” Negan playfully teased, his breathing increasing with his pace, “You’d rather fuck Ben’s old man instead of him, huh?”

Y/N could only whimper; how could she even answer that? Why was this turning her on more? Negan slapped her ass, “Answer me, baby. You like being a little slut, huh? Daddys little slut.”

“Fuck.” What in the world has gotten into Negan? His words were so dirty and wrong, but fuck, she loved it.

“Yes- I do.”

Usually, sex with Ben wasn’t adventurous. If that’s what you’d call it. It was mostly the same each time; it was getting old. No one had given her this rush time before, even before Ben. “Look at me,” Negan insisted, holding her by the neck. Their eyes stayed on each other as he fucked her tight cunt, “I want you to come for me, baby, and I am gonna come with you.”

His pace was sloppier; feeling her wet walls squeeze his member was making him closer by the second. “I’m coming, Daddy.” Negan knew he didn’t want this to end; he wanted more each day like she was a drug to him, his little drug that he wanted to be high on each day.

He knew this was only the beginning.

The following day, Y/N’s head felt heavy. The mattress beneath her seemed softer, and the room was brighter. She gasped, jerking herself up, realizing she wasn’t in her room or her home.

All the memories of last night flooded her head, she kept the sheets clinched to her bare body. “Sleeping beauty is finally awake!” Negan chirped, having a cup of coffee in his hand and handing it over to her. Y/N almost felt ashamed and embarrassed to be naked in front of him. She shouldn’t be after last night…

“Need any medicine?” Negan asked, sitting on the foot of the bed, his eyes trying to search what she was feeling. “I’m okay, thank you.” Y/N smiled, trying to gather her thoughts together. “We uh- we shouldn’t have taken it to that level, Negan,” Y/N admitted that she knew no matter how much she wanted it again, they didn’t need to.

It couldn’t happen.

“You’re saying you regret it, darling?” Negan knew her answer with a smirk plastered on his face. He stood up, getting near her again, feeling the thick air.

It was just like a cycle.

Negan’s lips brushed against hers, leaning himself on the bed she laid in. Y/N's mouth parted, trying to find the urge to speak. “N-no, I don’t.” Y/N knew she couldn’t lie to Negan; her fist dug deeper into the silk sheets. He drawled a breath in, letting out a slight laugh, pulling back from her, playfully patting her cheek.

In a moment of being stunned, she watched Negan causally getting ready to leave the room again. “How about you come down for breakfast?” Negan urged with a welcoming smile, with glasses resting on his nose and plaid pants. He stopped in his tracks, turning around on his heels.

THE PERFECT WOMAN I

Summary: (Based on the book You Shouldn’t Have Come Here by Jeneva Rose) Y/N is a city girl who grew up in the city all her life. Things become heated when she takes a vacation and stays in an Airbnb hosted by a stranger, Negan Smith. During her stay, many secrets unfold from both the city girl and the countryman.

Warnings: 18+!, mentions of a lot of smut!, kinda perv! negan smith!, age gap relations (reader is in later 20s, Negan is in 40s!), stalker vibes!, slight slow burn!- literally so smutty after the first chapter!, mention of murders!, mystery vibes!, mentions of cheating!, pet names!, southern accents!, mentions of Lucille!, mentions of death!, signs of dom negan!, signs of obsession!, toxic relations!, darker themes!- it's going to get bad!, reader has hair and is girly!, reader is a city girl!, signs of sub reader!, sexual tension!, family trauma!, drinking!, pet names!, third pov, and not fully edited! - warnings will be different each chapter.

A/N: You little nasty devils are in for a treat🍭… maybe even a few tricks up my sleeve😈😈 I hope you enjoy this series as much as I loved making it. Please note, this is a darker themed story. So readers be advised and take note to each warning. Thank you guys so much for the support, now on to the first chapter! Banners are by @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

THE PERFECT WOMAN MASTERLIST

ONE

DAY ONE

The tall buildings.

The massive crowds.

The smell of the city life.

She was feeling overwhelmed and needed a break. Y/N realized that escaping city life for a few days was important.

A vacation, a small getaway.

Y/N booked an Airbnb in the countryside. From her research, it seemed to be a small town. She reserved a room hosted by Negan Smith, who appeared to be a nice guy looking to make some extra money. He aimed to provide guests with an “unforgettable country life experience.”

Not much was said about him in the description, but the place was beautiful. A small cottage house, sitting on an acre field of a farm. A huge barn, horses in the field. She’d never had that experience, Y/N imagined it being so quiet and cozy, she craved that. The young woman’s life has always been filled with chaos, maybe that was on her parents but she had to battle it out herself.

A fighter… Y/N was that for sure.

Y/N packed her things up in a suitcase. She barely knew how to pack for this trip. She tended to overpack for trips and knew this trip would be the same. Y/N didn't plan to go out much. However, she wanted to rest. Her job was becoming too much, and she was stuck in a small box for an office. Maybe that wasn't her typical dream job; it paid the bills.

The drive unfolded like a beautiful painting. Y/N delved deeper into the wooded area, which had towering trees dressed in shades of green. Sunlight filtered through her sunroof. With each mile, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over her as if the burdens finally began to lift. She embraced this peaceful place, stepping away from the hectic rhythm of the busy highway she navigated daily.

Her friends buzzed with speculation about her daring choice to stay in someone else’s house, especially with them around. Negan was older, the kind of guy they warned her about—some creepy older man peeking at her. But Y/N brushed off their comments, a thrill coursing through her. Maybe it was the allure of escaping her routine, the unbeatable price of the cozy spot, or the excitement of having someone local to show her around the town. Whatever the reasons, Y/N felt a rush of freedom; she was sure this trip would turn out well for her.

After a few hours and podcasts, Y/N GPS led her to a long driveway and a cottage in the distance.

This must be the place, her home for the next 10 days.

Y/N felt a pit in her stomach, a warm and familiar sensation that perhaps she had experienced before. The rocks cracked beneath her tires as she drove down the long driveway. The driveway curved to the farmhouse, where a red truck was parked outside the front porch. A taller man wearing a dark flannel shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal some tattoos, caught her attention. She noticed him bent over on the porch, using a hammer to work on something wrapped around the house.

The man’s gaze followed Y/N, looking through her fish bowl-type windows easily to see in. Y/N got out of her car, giving the older man a warm smile. “Hi, you must be Negan. I’m Y/N.” Y/N confidently talked. First, her image of him changed by the minute, “I texted about an hour ago. I was close; sorry to pop up.”

Of course, he would be hot.

Yes, she saw his profile; it did not do him justice. Negan gave a slight smile, shaking her soft hands. A printed flower dress hugged her curves. Her hair was held halfway up, with slight curls at the end. Her lip gloss was shiny, and her lips were plump.

“That’s alright, darlin’. I’ve been doing a few touch-ups on the house here.” Negan responded, his eyes scanning over her. She didn’t look from around here; no one dressed like she did. No one looked like how she did. Negan felt a tingle up his spine; clearing his throat, his mind became fuzzy.

Fuck, not now… not yet.

“Your home is beautiful; I knew it was the perfect place for a peaceful rest,” Y/N confided, popping open her truck to get her belongings. Negan was not hesitant to help, carrying her suitcase and small bag.

“You don’t plan on moving in, do ya?” Negan picked on her. He could hear her giggle behind him as she slid her purse over her shoulders. Both walked up the porch, Negan pushing the door open for her, letting her walk in first. “I’m a girl; I tend to overpack.” Y/N took in the environment quickly. It was beautiful; it was an older type of home. Woods stairs greeted her when walking in to lead upstairs, the living room to the side, and a small dining room on the other. “You’ll be staying upstairs in the room to the left; I’m at the other end of the hall,” Negan clarified, setting her bags down in front of the stairs and going over the house with a house tour.

Entering the kitchen, Negan told her to help herself with snacks. He would go out and gather the groceries and such. He seemed like a gentleman, a little quiet and short with his sentences. “The basement had a major pipe bust, so it’s a hot mess. I may have some work to do there, but I keep it locked.” Negan motioned to a solid white door. He twisted the door, showing it locked.

"Don't worry, basements are creepy anyways." Y/N pretended to have shivers; Negan snickered, leading them back around up the stairs. Her suitcases were in his hand, opening her room up. "I hope it's enough for you, sweetheart. You seem like a little ole city gal." Negan teased back, and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, shrugging. "You seem to think you have a read on me already, Negan." The way his name rolled off her tongue, he could even think he saw a glim in her beautiful eyes.

His head was starting to feel like scrambled eggs.

The room was quite cozy. The bed seemed to be a queen. The red sheets were perfectly made, with a matching comforter. The room even had a small vanity with a desk, including her bathroom. Y/N was glad to have this privacy. The view outside of her room was terrific, too. She could see all the horses and the green trees. It seemed so peaceful; it was what she needed."“I love the room; it's perfect"” Y/N approved; her dress spun along her hips as she looked around the room. Negancouldn'tt help but look at her tanned, toned legs; her hair looked so perfect. He wondered what it even smelt like. Probably the best flower he'd ever smelt.

His little flower…

Negan knew he should not be this infatuated with her so soon, but she was like a magnet drawing him in. “Thank you, darlin’,” It was silent; the air felt thick to Y/N. She even wondered if Negan thought it, “I’ll let you get settled in; I’ll be downstairs outside if ya need anything.” Y/N gave him a warm smile, watching him leave her alone and shutting the door behind. Y/N breathed out like she hadn’t been able to breathe before. She placed herself on the bed, pulling out her phone to text her arrival to her friends.

Fuck, no service.

Of course, there wouldn't be any service out here; she was nowhere. Y/N sighed, throwing her phone on the bed. She could go into town later, letting her friends know she was there, even if it was a day or two. Even so, possibly it was a good idea that she didn't have any service; a break from the media was also needed. Y/N let out a soft breath as she unpacked her clothes, carefully placing each item where it would fit best in her temporary home. The furniture around her had a rustic charm, each piece bearing the marks of age while still retaining beauty. The wallpaper, marked with delicate floral patterns, hinted at a feminine touch, which made her wonder if Negan had once shared this place with a wife.

He was an attractive older man, exuding an air of privacy. Curiosity tugged at her mind as she wondered whether he operated the Airbnb for companionship. Y/N laid a few books on her nightstand, making the space cozy. The silence was lovely, and the bay window provided the perfect spot for her reading. Sitting in that place with a book nearby, Y/N looked outside toward the field and spotted Negan.

Y/N watched him take and tend to the horses, putting each back into their pens. A cowboy topped his head now. Even from far away, he looked good, too good. It had been a while since Y/N had been with anyone; the last one cheated on her. Even after that, she went back to him.

Fucking Christoper.

Y/N felt the weight of loneliness pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. No matter how hard she tried to shake it off, she found herself drawn back to him, seeking the warmth of companionship. She longed for attention, for the gentle touch of another's hand—something, anything to break the solitude that wrapped around her like a tight rope. Perhaps it was a toxic craving, this insatiable need for connection, but it was simply who she was.

During the breakups, the absence of intimacy grew painfully noticeable; the memory of a comforting embrace lingered like an echo in her mind. This deep yearning made her feel vulnerable, exposing her heart. Each time she returned to Christopher, she knew she was risking it all, but the hunger for closeness was an ache she couldn't ignore.

The woman kept watching Negan closely, and her book stayed open in her hand. Negan closed up the horses, headed to the barn, and closed the door behind him. Y/N waited a moment before he came out, but he never did. She would read her book, keeping her eyes peeled. The sun was finally starting to go down, hitting hour two of reading and unpacking. Y/N knew she had not seen Negan leave that barn; maybe she was crazy and missed him leave. She had not heard anything or anyone coming back into the home. Y/N thought momentarily, biting her lip, interest slowly taking over.

Y/N quickly got to her feet, slipped on her shoes, heading downstairs. The house was quiet; it seemed like she was the only one there. She wondered whether she should keep waiting or check if something had happened. Walking outside, Y/N looked around. The air was still warm, which she loved. Although the city usually got cold at night, she appreciated the warm summer air. She began to explore, heading toward the back area of the barn.

A few crickets were heard, and the horses made their noises quietly. Y/N kept glimpsing around her surroundings, a few sticks breaking, making her nervous. It's just animals, calm down. Of course, the downside is living in the country, not just the pros. Y/N kept telling herself she was alone, but her anxiety kept at her.

Finally, she reached the barn and stopped in her tracks. She kept her arms close to her body, crossing them and digging her nails into her sleeve. "Are you okay?" Y/N called out, but no one answered—only the faint echo of her voice lingered in the air. Slowly, she walked towards the barn, which had remained closed for hours earlier. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her body began to burn with tension. Y/N reached to pull on the locked barn door, but it wouldn’t budge.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she turned around to see Negan standing close, making her jump with a gasp. "Shit, you scared me." Y/N panted, holding her chest, "Sorry, didn't mean to curse; not sure if that's your thing." Negan smiled, that same cowboy hat resting on his head, his flannel tucked into his jeans.

Man, what is it with a country man?

"Darlin', you haven't heard my dirty mouth yet. I didn't mean to scare you," Negan confessed. She knew he noticed her pulling at the barn; she just had to play along. "What are you doin' out?" Negan questioned, waiting for her answer, seeing how nervous she was.

He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, he wanted her to feel at home.

“I-uh, you’ve been gone awhile. I thought something might have happened.” Y/N was not lying; she wondered what was behind the barn door. “Just fixing some things; barn needs some repairs. Horses have a different temporary home for now.” Negan replied, wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

Well, I guessed that answered that.

Y/N felt her body relax, keeping her looks on his thicker hands, his tattoos peeking out, and a few on his chest. How the hell wasn’t this man married?

“How about we go out tonight? There is a bar in town. Best food around, get you a good ole country dinner.” Negan whipped up the suggestion; he seemed so chipper. Y/N smiled at the thought, piercing her lips, wondering what the harm would be in going. “Hm, now that’s a suggestion I can go for,” Y/N responded; Negan motioned to her dress. “Seems like you are already lookin’ good, darlin’.” Negan complimented; Y/N tried to hide her reddened face, “I’ll just clean up quickly before we go.”

“Sounds like a plan, cowboy.”

The bar was different.

Different than anything Y/N had ever been to.

The bar sign was still welcoming, with a neon sign above. The place was a wooden, two-story building with two decks. It was lit up, and people were hanging out outside on the decks, dancing and eating. Country music played loud from the speakers. Negan opened the door for her. The air was filled with the scent of whiskey and cigar smoke, which Y/N found weirdly comforting.

“No security?” Y/N asked; usually, the places she visited had a bouncer at the front. But this was no nightclub, some city club. Negan chuckled, his hand falling to her shoulder, helping her to the bar. His touch made her jump, still sending a chill down her spine. “Got a few bouncers, but this ain’t no exclusive nightclub, doll,” Negan remarked, feeling a few eyes linger on them. Negan knew people would stare for many reasons, of course. Maybe she wasn’t from around here; she didn’t look like it. Most girls in that bar wore jeans and boots; this woman wore this cute little dress. Fuck, Negan knew she was making the women furious, and the men head over heels. But no one would have her; if it were, it would be him. Negan had the small thought creep into his head.

The two made their way to the bar. Negan pulled out her seat for her and let her climb onto the bar stool. "Negan! Hey man, how are you?" a male behind the bar asked, seemingly close to Negan's age. His hair was a little more grey, with a mustache. "Same ole, same ole," Negan groaned, slapping the man's back with a hug, "Oh, this is Y/N. She is staying a few days on vacation. Y/N, this is Simon, the owner."

Simon looked stunned momentarily, holding it back with a smile and shaking the younger woman’s hand. “Vacation huh? Out here?” Simon chuckled, throwing a towel over his shoulder, “Not too much to do around here, sweetheart. Few shops, this is about the only bar in town.” Y/N shrugged; maybe she needed to be away from everything,

"I think that's exactly what I wanted; there's not much to do, "Y/N replied. Simon offered both of them a drink. Negan was surprised to see Y/N order whiskey, making his lips twig and smirking. "You don't seem like a whiskey kind of girl; I thought you get a fruity drink," Negan revealed, smirking her way, watching her sip the whiskey, quickly taking it back.

Why am I so fascinated by you?

Negan found himself questioning why he felt this way so soon. “I guess you don’t know as much about me as you thought,” Y/N teased, a flirty smirk on her face. They both laughed and continued their conversation. He wondered if bringing her here was a mistake. Negan knew he would be questioned, and she might face questions, too.

“Where are you from?” Negan questioned, longing to get to know her. “I’m originally from New York, but I’ve moved outside the busy area,” Y/N said, sipping her drink. “What made you choose me, huh?” Negan interest peaked. Y/N bit back her smirk, hiding behind her glass. “I-uh work in an office. The city life is too much. I needed a break from it all; your place seemed perfect.”

“I work at a high school, doll. I understand.” Y/N laughed, not seeing this man as a teacher or anything like that, “I’m a coach.” Y/N couldn’t help but imagine him in gym shorts, the way he would look too good. Why was she so captivated by him? Most of their conversations stayed normal, even so innocent. After a few drinks, an hour passed as Y/N dismissed herself to the bathroom. Negan couldn’t help letting his gaze follow her the whole way.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t the only one staring.

Simon threw a towel over his shoulder as he refilled Negan's glass. They sat in silence for a moment before Simon broke the tension. “Don’t you find that odd?” he asked. Negan raised an eyebrow, downing his drink and signaling for another refill. “Odd that a woman like that is hanging out with me?” Negan countered. Simon rolled his eyes and poured whiskey into both glasses.

“Well, that, and that she is alone. A girl like that is traveling all by herself..” Simon trailed off, “Staying with you by herself just seems off to me, man.” Negan didn’t think anything of it; it wouldn’t be the first time a woman had stayed there alone. “She seems harmless, but I think I could handle her.” Simon chuckled at his comment, seeing a shimmer in his eye. A shimmer he had not seen since he had his wife, Simon watched the younger woman emerge from the bathroom.

The atmosphere changes when she arrives, creating a different tension for Negan. There was a palpable layer of sexual attraction; he knew he shouldn't feel this way about her, yet something about her was undeniably captivating. Was it inappropriate? Yes, but Negan couldn't resist the pull she had over him. She was undoubtedly a walking temptation.

“Got you another one, sweetheart.” Simon gestured toward Y/N’s filled drink. “I’ll get you a table, so go grab some food.” With that, Simon left the two of them alone. Y/N still held her drink, her purse hanging off her shoulder. “How long have you and Simon been friends?” Y/N asked, sipping her drink as she looked at Negan.“I’d say we’ve been friends for almost ten years. We’ve been through some tough times together,” Negan confessed, extending his hand for her to follow him to a table. Y/N smiled, taking her drink in one hand and his hand in the other.

Negan pulled out a chair for her to sit across from her; Y/N glanced over the menu, seeing things she never even heard of. The only thing she recognized was the burgers and bar foods. Y/N wanted to try something new; she needed something new in life. “What do you usually get?” Y/N wondered, Negan already having his menu closed, his gaze watching her like a hawk. No matter what she did, she looked good. The way her manicured nails grazed the menu wishing it was his chest, his dick.

Fuck, he was an awful old man. A sick twisted one to be fair.

She seemed so curious and innocent, making Negan’s mouth water. Y/N had an entire course of five-star meals in front of him that he couldn’t have. “The fried chicken is amazing here; if you’re a meat person, that is.” Negan made her giggle, and her cheeks brightened pink. “Then I’ll get the fried chicken then.”

So obedient.

Y/N felt safe and comfortable being there, even with Negan. Although she had just met him, everything seemed to be going well. Something was intriguing about him as if he had secrets she longed to uncover. The way he moved, even just an inch, sent tingles down her spine and made her squirm. His commanding presence, as he ordered for them and led the conversation, put her at ease in this unfamiliar place. The night went smoothly; Negan ensured she had the best blueberry pie she had ever tasted before they left. Y/N felt she had never enjoyed a meal as much as that.

Perhaps this is the itch she has been craving?

DAY TWO

The following day, Y/N had her head buried deep in the pillow, pulling it closer to her. Her eyes adjusted to the bright room as the sun peeked through the bay window. It was pretty beautiful, unlike the black-out curtains at home. It was just a little past 8, and Y/N felt a chill in the air as soon as her feet touched the cool wooden floor. The smell of sausage soon reached her nose, stirring her awake. After throwing a robe over her pajamas and slipping into her house slippers, she headed downstairs, following the delicious scent that made her stomach grumble. The sizzling sound in the kitchen led her to find Negan cooking at the stove. He wore plaid pajamas that hung low on his waist and a black top. His toned arms were visible, each tattoo telling a different story.

Last night, Negan and Y/N returned to the cottage home. He ensured her bathroom had plenty of towels and was available for anything. Y/N never had someone be so generous; maybe it was the Southern hospitality. Y/N also couldn’t help but feel attracted to this man, and she felt something stir inside her. Like lustful dark thoughts, the sexual desire. Y/N showered that night, letting her thoughts wander as her hands roamed her body. She was washing her body with soap, trying to wash away her sinful thoughts. However, it only made it worse. Y/N’s eyes closed, and his face would sneak in, hinting at her hands being his instead. Those giant, thick fingers roamed her body.

“Are you hungry, darlin’?” Y/N jumped at Negan’s question. The man had not even turned around yet. She watched him flip the sausage, bending down to check the oven. Y/N watched him closely. She tried to fight the thoughts again; she couldn’t let her mind wander off again. “Uh, I’m famished, actually,” Y/N answered. Negan smirked, turning around with an apron on, which made Y/N snort out a laugh.

“Hot chef, huh?” Y/N gestured to the apron with big letters that wrote —“HOT CHEF🥵,” “With the actual emoji beside it? What are you 12.” Negan and her laughed. He playfully shrugged, removing the apron. “It was a gift, a gift from someone special.” Negan trailed off; the change in his voice made her eyebrows furrow with curiosity. Y/N shook off that curiosity, offering her help.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“Just finished, sweetheart, but you can get some plates and forks,” Negan gestured near the cabinets and drawers, “Left cabinet and left drawer.” Negan started to gather breakfast around the table; Y/N felt like a married couple. The thought tugged at her lip, and her cheeks blushed as she put the plates and forks together. “So what did Negan Smith whip up for us?” Y/N questioned, setting the plates around the table and sitting across from him.

“A good ole biscuits and gravy meal with some sausage,” Negan answered, offering to make her plate, which Y/N let happen, “I’m gonna make you love it down here, sweetheart.” Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. The food looked amazing; the biscuits looked crisped and buttery. The milky gravy smelled terrific, and everything seemed so perfect. “I love a man that can cook.” Y/N winked, taking a bite and moaning to the delicious food. Negan hated the way she ate food and turned him on; like, what the fuck is wrong with him? He tried to focus on his breakfast, letting the morning be quiet. Both had a cup of coffee, their breakfast being eaten in silence.

"You can cook, you seem to have everything together, and you're not bad-looking," Y/N started, earning a smile from Negan. How are you, like, not married or what?" The older male held in his laugh, wiping his smirk with his napkin, clearing his throat. He loved the confession, even if it wasn't much; it was music to his ears. Negan trusted this woman as if she wouldn't hurt a fly. "I had a wife," Negan confessed, sipping his coffee before continuing, "She died about eight years ago due to cancer."

“Oh, I’m a total asshole now.” Y/N burst out, making Negan laugh and shake his head. “It’s fine, sugar; I’m okay talkin’ about it with you.” Y/N eased up a bit, going back to her breakfast. After breakfast, Y/N offered to help with the dishes, and both continued with small talk. It felt like she had known this man forever, as long as his best friend, Simon.

“You just have Simon as a friend?” Y/N wondered about the other people in his life; she asked why she was so curious about him. “I have a couple of other small friends, and a few people buy things from my garden during the summer. I have a few exes, some not proud of.” Y/N laughed, agreeing with him. “Yeah, I know that feeling,” Y/N revealed, handing over a dried-off plate to Negan.

“Ah, bet you got some wild stories, sweetheart.”

Y/N's lips pierced, continuing washing dishes and handing Negan clean ones to put away. "I dated a guy, Christopher," Y/N confessed, letting her story out, "We dated for a long time, kind of off and on. I'd keep going back after he was a cheater." Negan nodded for a moment, both finishing up on the dishes.

“Sometimes you go back because it’s all you know, darlin’.”

His words hit the younger woman deeply as he understood her. Y/N's mouth parted, and she nodded. Their eyes were on each other, and she leaned against the counter as Negan was close to her, brushing against her arm. "How about I take you to see the horses? It's a beautiful day out to ride." Negan asked, breaking the tension he had to leave the house. Y/N smiled at the suggestion, loving the idea. "I've never rode a horse so that it would be exciting," Y/N admitted, sipping her coffee. Her gaze never left his, which made Negan squirm. It was like the tables were flipping on him. "Don't worry, doll, I will teach you." Negan winked.

Y/N headed upstairs to get dressed, barely knowing what to wear. She chose some blue jeans and a T-shirt. Maybe it was not her style, but Y/N knew a dress, skirt, or even her sweatpants would not be approved for such activities. Negan was already out in the field, grooming one of the darker chocolate brown horses. Most others ran around in the field; it was a beautiful sight.

"She's a pretty one." Y/N went up to Negan, a little hesitant,t being close to the horse. "Her name is Daisy. I've had her for years now," Negan replied, gently taking Y/N's hand on the horse's head. "She's harmless, sweetheart." His hand stayed with her, and Y/N eased up, giving Daisy small pets. Negan instructed, "The saddle on her has straps for your feet. Put your foot in the strap, pull up on the handle of her saddle, and pull yourself up." Y/N listened carefully, feeling a little nervous. Her hands grazed the saddle, taking hold of the handle; her foot slid into the strap.

“I’ll help ya, darlin’,” Negan suggested; his hands met her waist, helping her up; maybe it was an innocent suggestion. Perhaps it was an excuse to get his hands on her. Negan couldn’t help but watch her ass in those jeans when she pulled up, the way her breast had that perfect curve on top of her shirt. This woman was perfect to him. Y/N felt his big hands on the curves of her waist; she couldn’t help but love it. Something about him drew him in, curiosity?

Curiosity killed the cat, though…

She sat perfectly on the saddle, breathing loudly, holding the handle tight, and seeming tense. “Relax, darlin’, you’re doing great so far,” Negan encouraged. Y/N let her body relax, feeling Negan’s hand on her waist, his other holding hers along the handle. Just gently nudge with the rope, and she’ll go.” Y/N did precisely what he asked, feeling Daisy move beneath her, which made her jump.

Negan laughed at her reaction, watching the young woman closely. Y/N seemed so innocent,t so pure. She was beautiful, too; she looked even better riding the horse. He knew she'd show off in some cowgirl boots and shorts; he knew, however, that didn’t seem like who she was. She was different from the women around here, and Negan wanted that. No one else; it seemed it had to be someone like her. Y/N felt a sense of comfort, soft stroking the horse's hair as they walked the field. "Let’s take her back to the older barn; I will follow you. Just take it slow.” Negan claimed, following the trail beside her as she rode the horse.

"It's quite comforting," Y/N acknowledged, feeling her body relax as her nerves slowly began to lift. Negan chuckled, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans."Not just this but the whole place. It seems too good to be true," he said with a shrug and a smirk, glancing at her beneath his hat. “Perhaps, sweetheart, there are secrets about this town—about this place—that might make you think otherwise,” Negan confessed, his words piquing Y/N’s curiosity. She wondered what secrets this man might be hiding.

“What? This town haunted or something.” Y/N playfully joked, “Ghosts tend to stay around with unfinished business.” Negan went silent, his mind twisting and wondering what he should say. Should he tell her everything?

“Unfinished business, huh?” Negan gathered, snickering and pointing ahead at the older barn, “Let me help ya off.” Y/N’s hand met his shoulder and cupped her waist, helping her down. The younger woman couldn’t help but want his hands back on her, in many places on her body. Negan got Daisy back into the barn with the other horses. Both sat on the older stool; Y/N kept her eyes on the horses and the open field. Negan, however, had his eyes only on her. Y/N was perfect, the way her hair draped down her face, curling up on her perky breasts. Her lips, even the way she breathes, were perfect.

“You don’t get lonely out here?” Y/N questioned, turning her gaze to Negan. “Sometimes being a lone wolf is nice,” Negan admitted. Deep down, he acknowledged that he felt a void—a missing piece of having someone with him, someone to care for and love. Y/N sensed more in his eyes, as if he were revealing a more profound truth.

“The lone wolf doesn’t ever get lonely?”

Negan tensed, feeling her finger graze his, their hands closer, both cupping the bench underneath them. Her Light pink manicured nails against his fingers made him wonder how they would feel elsewhere. It was such a light touch, but fuck, it kept repeating in his head. Even a lone wolf gets hungry like every other wolf.

A predator hunting its prey.

"You may be on to something, sweetheart." Negan lips pierced, feeling a certain tension between them, "I'd say I've enjoyed your company so far." Y/N wondered what she should do next and what he would do next. The older male seemed closer now, pointing to the open field leading into the woods. His other arm moved behind her, feeling his arm graze her back. Y/N's toes curled in anticipation, and her nails scraped the wood. "It's so peaceful like, you said, so quiet." Negan words seemed suggestive, and his voice seemed more profound, "The woods stretch for miles and miles. Can't hear a sound." Y/N's mouth parted, and his fingers trailed up her spine. The touch sent a chill up her spine; she could stop him, but why would she?

Y/N couldn’t help but think that she seemed darker; she even thought it was almost sinister. The idea ran out of her mind as his fingers traced her spine, and their eyes stayed on the fields. Her throat tightened, fighting not to shift in her seat. The way he was making her feel was something she hadn’t in a while, and he enjoyed every moment, smirking to himself, feeling like he was breaking her. “Couldn’t hear any yelling..” Y/N pondered, his hands twisting her hair, pulling through his fingers. “No, darlin’, couldn’t even hear yelling,” Negan confessed, intrigued each moment. Y/N couldn’t help the urge anymore, his thighs closing together, feeling her body ache. Y/N felt her clit ache, fuck she shouldn’t do this.

This is exactly what was not supposed to happen.

The older man felt it, too; this woman made him crave her like a hot five-star meal. Sweet as an apple pie sitting on a windowsill, Y/N was someone he wanted to worship. A woman like her deserved everything, and he was ready to give it to her. Negan tried to make her his, no matter the cost. He knew he shouldn't have these thoughts; he barely knew her. However, something about her played on repeat in his mind. "Not even screams, huh?" Y/N teased, and Negan chuckled, shaking his head as he was drawn into the moment. Their gazes met, and they saw a spark in each other's eyes. Y/N struggled to fight off the urge building within her, an itch becoming too much to ignore.

A loneliness she had felt for so long seemed to be fading away. Y/N knew it might sound pathetic to some, but she didn’t want to dwell on that anymore, even if it was just for a few days. Negan seemed perfect for that distraction; maybe he even shared her thoughts. He watched her closely as her eyes peeked out from beneath her eyelashes. His hands tucked her hair behind her ears, tracing down to her cheek, cupping it softly before brushing against her lips. "We could test the theory if you want to, Y/N," He suggested. The way he drew out his words felt profound. Just as his lips were about to crash onto hers, his phone rang, interrupting them. The tension between them shattered, leaving a slight sting in her chest. Negan grunted, pulling his jeans down as he retrieved his phone from his pocket and answered the call.

Y/N exhaled deeply, running her fingers through her hair. Her thoughts were in disarray; what on earth was she doing? The younger woman couldn't determine whether her actions were right or wrong. She barely paid attention to Negan's conversation on the phone. "Yeah? Shit," Negan cursed, rubbing his face. He glanced over his shoulder, quickly averting his stare back. "Yeah, I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone, sighed, and turned to her. Y/N's face was flushed, and she appeared embarrassed. Negan realized he probably looked just as flustered.

"Uh, sorry about that, sweetheart. I have an old friend whose car broke down, and I need to go help them out," Negan conceded. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to find the words to respond. "I—uh, I understand," Y/N responded, getting up from the bench to follow him back to the house. They were now a few feet apart, not as close as they had been moments ago. Y/N wondered how to break the tension and change the subject. "Are you and this old friend close?" Y/N asked, clearing her throat and trying not to make too much eye contact with the older man. Negan sniffled, rubbing the scruff on his face. The tension was still high for him; he wanted to grab and kiss her right there. Negan couldn't help but feel obsessive and possessive. He had never felt this way toward a woman so strong, not even Lucille.

What was this woman? Who was this woman? What were her secrets? Did she have any dark ones? Of course, she has them; no one that is irresistible doesn't.

"Guess we must be; she is Lucille's old best friend. I help her out from time to time after her husband passed." Negan confessed that Y/N felt a pit in her stomach. It was instead an old, scared feeling that made her feel slightly uncomfortable from the innocent confession. Y/N nodded, piercing her lips and scrunching her eyes from the awkwardness. Negan let her go first up the porch, his hands barely touching her back. Both stood on the wooden porch, Negan kept his hands resting in his pockets his eyes never left hers.

The older man exhaled as he opened the front door for her, then reached for his keys hanging beside it. "Feel free to roam around, darling," he said. Negan was hesitant to leave her; her eyes seemed to plead with him, drawing him in. "I'll be back, so don't go too far," he winked before stepping outside. She heard his truck starting up, leaving her alone in the house.