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fiftyshadesgrl · 2 years

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Wrecked part 20

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Part 20

When I woke up the next morning a sense of dread washed over me. I did not want to go back into the sanctuary and I definitely did not want to stay where his other wives had stayed before. Sarah was packing a bag with different kinds of medicine and other things because she was going to be staying with me, negan insisted. Sarah glanced at m3 from over her shoulder, "how are you feeling today?"

I sighed as I sat up, the pain in my hip made me wince but it was nothing compared to before. "Like shit." Sarah frowned as she made her way to me, she placed her hand on my forehead while checking my pulse. I chuckled, "don't worry I'm perfectly fine health wise. I just dread going back into the sanctuary especially where the other wives lived."

Sarah let out a breath of relief I'm guessing as she visibly relaxed, "you scared me there for a second. It won't be so bad so don't worry."

A frustrated sigh left my lips, "it's easy for you to say." She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "I'm being serious, how would you feel if your husband had multiple wives and he put you where they used to live. Not only that but treated you like the shit he scraped off the bottom of his boots."

"Is that what you think?" Negans deep voice sounded as he made his way inside. He looked at Sarah and jerked his head to the side, she made a quick exit leaving us alone. His eyes turned to me glaring, obviously mad which he always seemed to be these days. "You think I treat you like shit huh?"

I rolled my eyes and I could feel my cheeks starting to get hot, I didnt know he was outside listening. "Well here lately you sure haven't been treating me like your wife."

"And who's fuckin fault is that?" His eyebrow quirked up as he crossed his arms across his chest.

I sighed, mentally done with this conversation. "I know, okay, I fucked up. How long are you going to keep bringing it up? I told you I was sorry, a dozen times, what else do you want from me?"

I was expecting a smart remark or yelling or something, I wasn't expecting him to sigh and hang his head. "I know you're sorry, but that's not enough." When his eyes met mine I could see the pain there which made me less mad at him. "Dont look at me like that Goddammit."

"Like what?" I whispered, I could feel my walls starting to break again.

"Like that! Like you actually feel fuckin remorseful for what you put me through. Like you're finally feeling my pain, it's not going to work so stop." He pushed away from the counter he was leaning against and made his way to the side of the bed. "Let me help you put your shoes on and I'll take you to where you and Sarah will be staying."

"Youre kidding right?" He looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. "Youre really going to make me stay where your wives used to?"

"What the fuck is wrong with that? That's a very spacious room, plus you'll have people waiting on you hand and fuckin foot. Is that not good enough for you?"

"It's not about the damn room negan! It's about you treating me the way you used to!" My anger had boiled over, i couldnt hold back anymore he just didn't seem to get it. "You know what, forget it. Just give me a regular room, you can have that big spacious room and fill it with as many wives as you want because I am done. Officially done this time. I guess that's one good thing about the apocalypse, you don't have to actually get a divorce, well you actually have to really have a real ceremony to actually be married." I was rambling, straying far from what I was trying to say. "What I'm trying to say is that we are done. Whatever we had is gone and I guess I have to take some blame for that but you play a part in it too."

"I don't want anymore fuckin wives." Negan started but I held up my hand halting him.

"I don't care what you want anymore negan. It's obviously not me anymore, so you do what you want from now on. Just stay away from me, please." He bent down and helped me slip on my shoes, before he stood I quickly wiped a stray tear from my face. I grabbed my crutches from beside the bed, he made a move to help me but I pulled away. "I don't want your help."

He held up his hands in defense and sighed. Sarah walked in, "are we leaving now sir?" He nodded, Sarah grabbed the bags she had prepared and moved to my side and I allowed her to help me.

Negans face twisted in anger at the sight, "so you'll let her help you but not your goddamn husband?"

"I already told you, youre not my husband anymore." I grit my teeth holding back a wince as the pain shot down my leg. Negan growled but didn't say anything more, he held the door open for us as Sarah helped me through.

Sarah looked at the stairs and halted in her tracks. Negan turned and gave her a quizzical look. "Whats the problem now?" His voice booming throughout the sanctuary.

"Sir, it's going to be very difficult for y/n to climb up and down the stairs. Actually it'll probably be impossible for her to make it back down them if we were able to get her up them in the first place."

Instead of getting mad like I thought he would he smiled, walked over towards me and gently picked me up bridal style. I tried to resist but there wasn't much I could do. "You plan on doing this every time I need to come downstairs? I thought you were so busy."

He chuckled and leaned down next to my ear, "nope, at least I know you can't escape right now." So that was his plan, that's the reason he wanted me upstairs. He knew I couldn't walk back down the stairs, at least not right now.

When we made it to the room that I absolutely hated he motioned for Sarah to open the door and she did immediately. "Home sweet home." He said placing me down on one of the couches.

"Maybe to you or your other whores."

"Excuse me sir." Sarah sounded from behind me, he must have addressed her but I wasn't looking at him. "I need to get a few more things from downstairs."

I saw the shadow of his hand waving, dismissing her and she quickly left closing the door behind her. Negan sat beside me on the couch as I took the room in. I hated it, everything in here was just as the other ones left it. I swear I could almost still smell the lingering of their scent here, it made me want to puke.

"So baby..." He started but I cut him off.

"Dont call me that! I have a name and I want you to use it from now on." My eyes snap to his and he has the nerve to smile. "I'm glad you think this is funny."

"It's fuckin hilarious." He started to laugh which made me even more furious.

"You don't get it do you?" His head cocked to the side. "I'm serious when I say it's over. Whatever I felt for you is gone. I keep apologizing for what happened but you know what? I don't apologize, because I didn't do this to myself. I was protecting my then husband because I loved him. That group out there the ones that took me, they're responsible for this not me."

He seemed to think about my words but negan was stubborn and I knew he would still blame me for everything. "Come on now doll, you still love me and you fuckin know it." He slid closer to me on the couch but I scooted away.

"No negan. I'm done with these little games of yours." His hand reached out to touch me put I pulled away, "don't touch me."

He growled and sat back in the couch. "For fucks sake." His words were partly muffled by him running his hand over his face in frustration. "So we are just going to sit here in awkward silence. Is that what you fuckin want?"

"You don't have to sit here period. I don't need a babysitter. I would rather be by myself anyways. So don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya." I got up and wobbled on my crutches a bit but found my footing. Negan was there right behind me willing to catch me if I fell. "I'm good." I stated before hobbling to one of the bedrooms, negan trailing right behind me.

He opened the bedroom door for me, inside was a single dresser and a full size bed. I felt negans hot breath on my neck and the heat from his body as he leaned I close. "Wanna test it out?"

The thought of screwing negan on the bed one of his wives had slept in made me cringe. Even the thought of sleeping in it made my skin crawl because I'm sure he fucked which ever one of wives that used this room in it. I pushed past him walking back into the living room and plopping down on the couch. "I'm not going anywhere near any of those beds, and I'm definitely not getting into any bed with you so you can just stop trying."

"Whats wrong with the beds?" He asked and actually looked like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Seriously negan? Are you really that obtuse?" I asked, he raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "How many of your whores did you fuck in that bed?"

He scoffed, turning his back to me he walked around the room. "Is that what is your fuckin problem is?" I raised my eyebrow at him as I crossed my arms across my chest. He laughed as he sat down on the coffee table in front of me. "Are you jealous doll?"

Now it was my turn to laugh, "seriously? You think that's what it is? I'm not fucking jealous of your whores. I don't want to sleep or be anywhere near any place that you...."

He laughed back at me and leaned in close. "Then I'm guessing you don't want to know what I have done on that couch your fine ass is sitting on."

I gasped, "here?" I pointed down toward the cushions.

He nodded, "sometimes two at a fuckin time."

My hand collided with the side of his face, his head snapped to the side and when his eyes met mine I could see surprise in them before he shook it off.

"How dare you! You know how I felt about all of this, way before when we first got together you knew how I felt about you having other wives. Then you expect me to live in the same place they did! What? Is this a punishment because you are still mad at me for saving your sorry ass!? I want out of here and I want out of here now!"

"You wanna spend the duration of your pregnancy in one of the cells down stairs?" He challenged.

"Yes! I would rather be down there than in here! I don't care I'll sleep on the ground outside before I stay another minute in here." I stood and hobbled towards the door but he stepped in front of me. "Get out of my way."

"Or what?" He growled.

"You really want to find out big man? Just because I'm still recovering doesn't mean I can't kick your ass." He smiled, taking a step forward I shook my head. I shoved him as hard as I could but he didn't move. His hands cupped my face, I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me. "Dont touch me." He smirked and I beat my hands against his chest. He crashed his lips to mine and for a moment I got lost in his kiss but then I got my wits about me and pushed against his chest until he broke the kiss. "No. I'm not doing this anymore. I'm done, I'm gone. Leave me alone."

He stepped back but didn't let go of my face. "You know you don't mean that. You fuckin love me and you know it."

I pulled his hands from my face, "used to. Not anymore. Maybe one of your whores will take you back but not me." I pushed past him and slammed the door open making my way to the stairs.

"Where the fuck you think you're going?" Negan growled as he spun me around to face him.

"Anywhere but in there." I gestured towards the room we were just in.

"Yes you goddamn are, you're not going anywhere else beside back in that fuckin room." He tried to pull me back but I dug my 9heels in, not budging. "Damn it, would you just listen for once in your fuckin life!"

I pulled out of his grasp and almost tumbled backwards but caught myself on the railing of the stairs. I turned and took the first step down, the pain in my hip screamed at me to stop but my anger fueled me to push ahead.

"Y/n! Stop!" Negans voice boomed from behind me, I flipped him the finger and took the next step down. He was there beside me in a instant sweeping me up in his arms.

"I'm not going back in there." I stated matter of factly.

"I get the point, okay. Damn woman, you'll be the death of me yet." He whispered under his breath, he took me back up the stairs, we passed the dreadful wives room and continued down the hall until we got to his bedroom door. He opened the door and took me to the bed and placed me gently down on it.

A sense of comfort came over me at the familiar sights and smells of the room that we used to share. Nothing had changed since the last rime I was in here and that gave me comfort as well. "I thought you didnt want me in here?"

"You didn't give me much of a fuckin choice now did you?" He huffed as he sat down in the chair across from the bed.

"Why do you hate me so much that you don't want me in here?" I felt tears spring to my eyes.

He let out a long sigh and rubbed his hand over his face. "I don't fuckin hate you. I didn't want to bring you in here because when we are alone together, I forget why I'm mad at you to begin with."

"Well, why do you want to stay mad at me?"

"Because if I'm not angry at you then..."

I waited but he didn't continue, "then?"

He shook his head, "Nothing. I need to go let Sarah know where you'll be staying. Do me a favor and stay put." I nodded then he left the room. Leaving me there to ponder on what he was going to say. Why wouldn't he let down his guard around me? Being back here in this room made me less angry as well, knowing this is our place just for us made me happy. That's something I haven't felt in a while.

A few minutes later Sarah walked into the room, I expected negan to be behind her but he wasn't. Sarah seemed to know what I was thinking, "he's with the saviors. They're going on a run or something."

I nodded but my heart sank I really thought we were gonna make some headway but he didn't want to be around me right now. Maybe when he came home tonight we would finally be able to get down to the point on what was going on inside that head of his.

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grimessbitch · 3 years

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Devil’s sister - Close call - Rick Grimes x Reader

Previously...

Laying down on your mattress you sighed, this was your new life, trying to calm your mind down was a job within itself and was tiring all together. Taking a few deep breaths you closed your eyes and started counting down from one hundred, figuring that counting down would help calm your mind down enough for you to fall asleep.

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You slowly trudged through the woods, mud seeping through your worn out boots and right into your socks “Negan how much longer are we gonna be out here?” You whispered gasping whenever your entire body jerked to a stop and your right foot was now cold and exposed to the air “Negan..Please can I at least go? I don’t like watching my enemy like you do” You whined again, Negan not even moving from his spot behind the tree watching Rick instruct others on what things to find him. Huffing and standing up you walk towards the road grabbing your pistol walking down the abandoned road towards The Sanctuary.

“Negan is pissed at you” Dwight whisper yelled grabbing your arm “What the hell were you thinking!?” He said lower pulling her towards the community room where most people worked “So he’s gonna burn me!?” You screamed looking at Dwight then back at Negan who was revealed after the huge group parted in half. “Quiet the opposite, my darling little fucking asshole of a sister” He growled grabbing your shoulder setting you on the chair. “Alright so! People have brought it to my attention that you always get out of harsher punishments so- Everybody knows leaving your Leader alone has some BAD consequences, It’s a huge no-no!- So Y/n, To make sure you learn your lesson we’re gonna tie you to the chair” He said louder, your hands started to shake as you looked at your brother then back at Simon and Dwight who were both tying your arms and legs to the chair. “N-Negan p-ple-” Your sentence was cut very short by a loud gunshot and a burning pain shooting through your leg, Your older brother had just shot you.

“com’n girl, pay attention, you wantin’ to get yer ass killed?!” Daryl yelled for what seemed like the fifth time in the last twenty minutes, You two were out trying to help on your leg testing to see what type of cast you would need to still be able to move around and kill walkers “I’m sorry” You mumbled grabbing your knife tighter smacking the walker in the head watching it fall limp “There, been here for an hour, Wha’s go’ ya so lost?” He mumbled wrapping your arm around his shoulders helping you towards the gate again “Least we know what’ll work” He said trying to distract you from zoning out again “My leg being hurt like this..reminded me of a time I..-” You couldn’t tell Daryl about Negan’s ‘delightful’ punishments, think of something!- “broke my leg as a kid” You smiled a bit waddling up Rick’s porch smiling at him and the small baby girl that sat on top of a homemade padded blanket “Awee This must be Judith” You smiled kneeling the best you could picking up a few of her dolls making them dance around “look at you! it’s like just yesterday you were limping into medical” Carl laughed smiling at you as he walked out of the house. “Nice to see you too Carl” You smiled “Now Carl will be in his bedroom, He’s got some type’a cold, and I’ll be back around..early sunrise” Rick smiled “I’m gonna go show Daryl the plan, and for you little girl, it’s time to move playtime into the house” He smiled picking Judith up slowly. You bit your lower lip watching his muscles flex against his blue overshirt, Daryl laughed a bit nudging you farther into the house standing in the dining room waiting for Rick to finish saying goodbye to Judith. You sat on the living room floor next to Judith helping her stack the blocks and legos creating one giant tower. Daryl smirked watching Rick pack his weapon bag “dude” He smirked looking up laughing softly strapping his knives to his pants “Hey. It’s about time I start stepping into the dating world..But I don’t even know her yet, so calm down with your laughin and smirkin” Rick said tossing Daryl another knife to put in his bag.

“Judith, princess..” You whisper kissing her forehead gently trying to calm her wails, you bounced her on your hip pacing the floor of Rick’s bedroom. gasping you kneeled quickly grabbing the soft yellow colored object under the dresser “Finally” You cheered grabbing her blanket rushing outside to the porch swing getting an idea. Judith grabbed the pacifier from your hand placing it in her mouth, laying her head down on your shoulder. You threw the blanket over the both of you rocking the swing gently, your eyelids slowly growing “I’ll make ya a deal, kiddo...if you fall asleep..I’ll take you on an adventure tomorrow” You whispered rubbing her back gently.

“Hey...y/n..” Rick’s southern voice rasped quietly, the weight on your chest now gone along with the blanket “judith?” You mumbled tiredly sitting up “Daryl took her upstairs..” He whispered slowly helping you up “Found ya two asleep on the porch..” He added on walking you down the sidewalk “We lost the pacifier, but I ended up finding it” You muttered rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes “You seemed to be sleepin good..I actually didn’t wanna wake you up.” He chuckled opening the door for you laying you down on the couch. “wait” You protest sitting up “Do you wanna...maybe get a drink?...I traded Daryl some crossbow bolts for some whiskey” You offered looking at him holding onto his lower arm to keep him from leaving so soon. “Um...Actually yea..yea” He whispered almost like he was trying to convince himself it was a good idea. You got up walking to the kitchen retrieving the whiskey bottle sitting back down on the couch measuring out a little in two glasses handing one to Rick.

It only took about an hour for you two to both be tipsy but that didn’t mean either of you lost all common sense, now pressed against your bedroom wall lightly you reconnected your lips with Rick’s holding his biceps tightly, he broke the kiss panting softly “Shit. It’s sunrise I’ve got guard duty” Rick cursed looking out of you window more “we’ll talk about...all of this later” He said before rushing out leaving you shaken up against the wall, your hair and clothes a mess. You slowly stumbled towards your bed holding two fingers against your lips smiling, Negan was going to kill you for kissing Grimes.

Your watch beeped loudly alerting you that you had only twenty more minutes before you were supposed to meet your brother in town not far from Alexandria. You jerked up from your spot on the bed looking around your eyes landing on your watch, you rushed to get your boots on limping as fast as you could towards the gates holding your knife “I gotta go out for a moment..I need some fresh air!” You yelled up at Eugene who was perched on the large outpost “Okay, be back before night fall or we will not be authorized to open the gate” He called down to you as one of the alexandrians opened the gate for you to waddle out down the dirt path towards town. “Y/n where in the hell are you?” Negan’s voice came out from your walkie-talkie that was clipped onto your belt. “I’m on my way..I got injured on my trip here” You said quietly watching the town start to appear in the distance, but before you could let out a sigh of relief the familiar roar of the large black truck appeared behind you as your asshole brother stopped next to you “Get in” He grumbled looking forward. You jogged around the truck climbing in as quick as you could looking at Negan once you shut the door. “How’s your plan going” He asked looking at you intensively “G-Good. I’m getting closer to the Grimes family and the others” You said glancing over to him “Anybody suspicious?” He asked glancing at you then your leg “No, not that I can tell” You said trying to fix your pants “what’d ya do?” He asked nodding towards your bandaged leg “Bear trap” You grumbled listening to him start to laugh “Fuck you” You grumbled before starting to open the door, Negan’s hand quickly grabbed your cheeks squeezing tightly “And if you think you can get out of this without completing the task alive... then your sadly mistaken” He growled shoving you away a silent way of saying your conversation was over with.

Walking back to Alexandria a hand gripped your side yanking you as hard as possible into the bushes “What the hell were you doin meeting with that asshole” The voice snapped holding a knife to your throat “W-Wait! Sasha wait- I can explain” You gasp trying to break free hearing Negan and a few other’s whistling getting closer “Was this your plan!? Kill us off one by on-” You were shoved forward, the dead weight of the now murdered Sasha pinning you onto the ground, blood pouring on your face and body, Negan repeatedly hitting her in the head over and over again before there was nothing left. “Don’t let this ever fuckin happen again” He growled walking off throwing his red scarf at you to wipe the blood off.

You limped back to the base panting covered in blood, Daryl pushing open the gate “What the hell happened to you!?” He asked helping you towards the infirmary “N-no no Daryl it’s not my blood” You mumbled walking towards your house “How did you get that much walker blood on ya?” He asked opening the door for you only to follow in right behind. “I was in town..scavenging my old home..Sasha found me..we went to check the basement so we moved the dresser that was holding the door shut a-and..I barely got out..” You lied sniffling softly, Daryl nodding handing you another cloth before walking out grumbling something about telling the others. That was way too close.

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cherryheartssblog · 6 months

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MISTER SCARY KILLER

Summary: Y/N is a local senior at a college in California. Halloween is around the corner and there is a killer on the loose. For Y/N though everything is going quite perfectly, especially with her hidden relationship with her old high school teacher; Negan Smith. Things take a turn when Y/N's ex shows up letting his dark secrets unfold…

Warnings: SMUT, murder, blood, gore, partying, drinking, age gap ( the reader is 22-23 years old and Negan is in his 40s), jealousy, dom! Negan, smoking, drunk sex?, angst, death, sex in costume? (I think this is a warning-ish?), daddy kink!, secret relationship, mention of murder, description of murder scenes, horror movie junkie! reader, darker themes!, mentions of scream movies, cursing, submissive reader!, college partying, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, and slight obsession.

A/N: My kinktober list will be linked soon, and each one is shorter stories, little quick one shots. This is based on a mood board I found on Tumblr. @dustbunniess There was a TikTok attached to it, this kind of intrigued me. This in no way is supposed to be offensive and to me is darker but kind of weirdly cute? (Like does not need to be real but I feel like there are people who understand). Boarder is by @saradika-graphics they are so cute go check out the page!

DAY ONE OF KINKTOBER

"What's your favorite scary movie?" Y/N's lips curled up, her legs crossed laying on the man's covered thighs beside her. The bowl of popcorn rested between them, she held the remote scrolling through the endless amount of movies. Negan chuckled at her question, rubbing her smoother bare legs across him. Negan scratched his beard, watching the movies she scrolled past. "What are you thinkin' of, doll?" The nickname she loved, doll. He loved to call her that, 'his little doll.'

Negan and Y/N's relationship started when she ran into him after high school the following year. Y/N was ending her junior year in a couple of months we she ran into him at a coffee shop close to her campus. Negan was her PE teacher back in school, she always thought the man was very attractive. She had been keeping her relationship hidden from others until after college, and Y/N felt like it was for the best.

Y/N did explore and she met a perfect boy, Jackson. He treated her with a lot of respect in the beginning, giving her every need. Jackson had his demons he was fighting when he dropped out of college leaving her with a text he was going off with some other woman. The text was super brief and almost got Y/N's best friend, Claire hunt him down herself. Y/N was heartbroken but later on in those few months, she ran into Negan Smith to come sweep her off her feet.

"Why not Halloween?" Y/N clicked, seeing the play movie sign; turning her head for Negan's approval, "Just in a couple of days, y'know." She playfully winked at him causing a deeper chuckle from the older man. "You're too cute," He complimented her, his hands riding up her leg more, "That's fine with me, doll."

The movie started uploading with a few commercials first, letting herself finally bring herself to bring up her costume to Negan. Y/N and Clarie were matching for their Halloween party at Claire's boyfriend's frat house party. They were having to keep the party a secret due to police curfew hours for high school and college students. Since the end of summer, a couple of murders have occured around her campus area.

The murders kept Y/N more behind closed doors, rather than Negan keeping his eye on her. When she was at classes, most of the time he was at work. She stayed with him in town in his apartment close to her campus, Y/N had everything perfect.

Mostly, everything was perfect until Jackson returned to school the following year. Y/N sadly had to share a class with him, she wanted to drop the class so bad. But she had to have the class to graduate, Y/N also hated she had to hide the fact she shared a class with her ex. Negan flipped out when he heard he came back to town.

'He is going to try to get in your pants, sweetheart.'

'If he comes near you, I will kill him."

Y/N heard him say that a few times these past few months, she did not know why but it sent a chill down her spine. At first, it seemed like a joke to her, how he would laugh afterward. The smile brightens his whole face up, his wrinkles showing on his face more. The more she heard it though, the more she got to see Negan it seemed a little bit more sinister.

She thought it was all in her head, but Y/N kept it brushed to the side of everything.

Y/N cleared her throat, sitting up a bit keeping the popcorn close to her. "I wanted to tell you about my costume." Y/N laid her hand on his, which was rubbing her thighs. She could have sworn she felt Negan's grip get tighter, "It's a really cute idea, I got it from Spirit last week."

"You in there every week, sweetheart." Negan commented, rolling his eyes playfully, "You drag me in there every date day since it's opened." Y/N threw popcorn at him, and he just picked the pieces up throwing them into his mouth. The Halloween movie credits started to play with the theme song blaring through the TV. "That is not the point, babe." She chewed her piece of popcorn, "Me and Claire are going to match at the party."

"What party?" His voice was stern.

Y/N rolled her eyes, this time she was more annoyed. She had a party conversation with him since the beginning of October. Y/N even invited him remembering his comment, "I do not want to party with a bunch of college kids."

"We have had this conversation, I even invited you and you told me you did not want to go." Y/N quickly threw back, laying the bowl on the floor. She pulled her legs away bringing them closer to her, Y/N tried to turn her attention towards the movie. Negan grabbed her legs making her squeal pulling her underneath him. Her arms were pinned in an instant behind her head, Negan was above her having her pinned beneath him. Y/N felt herself melt underneath him, his eyes burning through her own eyes. "Don't start with no attitude, princess," Negan whispered, his lips getting closer to hers. His hands gripping her wrist tighter, Y/N tried to fight the grip but he was too strong. She wiggled behind him, finally giving up as his eyes just stayed on her.

"What's the costume, doll?" Negan asked her, his face was straight and seemed emotionless. Her eyes scanned his features, she could not help but feel turned on in this situation. She loved his dominant side, how jealous he could be of her. Y/N would never cheat on Negan or do anything to hurt him in any way; in fact, she was thinking she was falling in love with him. She could not help though watching him squirm if he was getting jealous about her.

"Well," Y/N gulped down, trying to make herself comfortable with him, "Claire was going to be the devil and I was going to be an angel." Negan's face stayed emotionless for a moment, growing nerves in Y/N's stomach. Finally, Negan broke the sexual silence with a burst of amusing laughter. Y/N hated that she had that scratch sneaking up her back, an itch perhaps. Something about that laughter seemed darker than most of his, she seemed to have heard this before though. Y/N barely could put words to describe it, but still felt turned on by the man in front of her.

Negan lifted her causing her to gasp, his hands on her waist; her hands out of habit wrapped around his neck. Negan laid his forehead against hers, and Y/N felt his member grow underneath, pressing against her. She bit her lip, hearing the sounds of the movie playing behind her that they had not even got to watch.

"And I bet you're going to look hot as fuck? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Negan questioned her, Y/N's mouth parted but she could not form words or a sentence to tell him what she thought. "Yeah, you'd look hot as fuck in anything, dollface." His lips brushed up her neck, causing her to moan out, "I guess you can go, only on one condition."

Negan grabbed her face, her cheeks squished up a bit. His other hands wrapped around her throat bringing her close. "What?" She croaked out, her lips teasing his own; brushing up against him. "If that Jackson shows up, you call me. If any guy messes with you, you call me." Negan was stern, he was serious. His eyes burned through her, she could have sworn she saw flames inside his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

Negan laughed as a dark, lustful chuckle came from his throat. He stalked closer to her still above her, eyeing the younger woman up and down hungrily.

“What do you want doll?” Negan asked her, his member growing more and more. "You want me to throw your legs over my neck and ruin you?" His words sent goosebumps down her spine.

“You can’t handle me, Negan. If anything, I’d ruin you." She blushed, keeping the wicked smirk on her face in front of Negan. Negan’s brows arch up in genuine surprise. Y/N was like Negan's prey and he was the predator, he wanted her desperately.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Negan says lowly. His eyes flick down to her, stopping at her lips. “Are you challenging me, darling?” Y/N was still pinned down, she felt her becoming wet in her sleep shorts. He turned her on so easily, anything this man did could get her going.

“Maybe. Are you up for it?”

“Oh, doll… you know I can fuck you any time of the day and any time of the week." Her shorts were pulled down as Y/N pulled at his loose sweatpants, getting him to remove his clothing. Negan's hands gripped her bare chest underneath her sweater. "You sure this party thing works out?" Negan wondered out loud, his fingers pressing against her bare clit. Her shorts were now on the floor, she never wore underwear at night usually just one of Negan's old shirts and shorts.

"Everything will work out." Y/N pulled the older man closer, pulling his boxers off next leaving him naked. The pulsing between her thighs grew stronger as his dark eyes stayed trained on her own.

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me already.” He smiled, rubbing her clit gently as she let out a slight moan. He pulled her close to him and ran his hands down Y/n's back, squeezing her plump ass roughly as he inhaled, she yelped as he landed a harsh slap to her bare ass.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He smirked and pulled away from her, grabbing her hair tightly again.

“Now what the fuck do I do with you?” He mused. Y/N bit her lip pushing up wanting him inside of her already. He loved how desperate she looked beneath him, how her body was practically begging for it.

“You want it fuckin bad don’t you?” He moved to her breast, biting her nipple gently. Negan's hands were firmly under her ass. Everything about him was intoxicating, his mouth, his tongue, the way his beard felt on her bare skin. “Fuck that’s a pretty fuckin pussy.” He murmured as he ran a finger through her glistening folds, “Damn, you’re so wet for me already.” Y/N moaned out, her head digging deeper into the couch, the movie she had forgotten about playing behind them. Her body jolted as she moaned, hips searching for more release. He chuckled,

“Yeah…you’re gonna be coming for me real soon.” Negan's member teased her entrance, she choked out a loud moan. “Oh my God.” It came out in a broken whine as he stretched her, impaling her with his cock. Negan groaned lowly in her ear, holding the ends of the couch. He started to thrust in and out of her slowly. “You’re fucking tight baby.” Y/N could only respond with moans as he started to fuck her even faster, hitting deep inside of her. He wrapped her legs around his waist letting himself be deeper inside of her. Y/N kept choking on her moans, her nails digging into the couch fabric.

She loved how rough he was. Y/N loved the urgency and power of his thrusts as he fucked deeper into her than she thought possible. Negan's nails kept digging into her ass. "Go faster Negan please." She begged practically screaming for the neighbors to hear.

"You're mine." He growled in her ear, his thrust causing her eyes to roll back of her head, "I would do anything for you."

“Negan.” Y/N whined as he let her back down on the couch “I’m-oh fuck.” She couldn’t even finish your sentence because Y/N was already coming.

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned as he pulled her back on his dick roughly, one of her legs resting on his shoulders up high. “Come on my fucking cock, just like that.”

She whimpered at him that he was satisfied with her, how much he loved to take care of her. His thrusts started to get sloppier and Y/N could tell he was chasing his orgasm. “I want your come so bad.” Y/N moaned, she begged him feeling his cock twitch inside of her. She could feel her pussy throb around him as she could feel another orgasm building up in her stomach.

Negan kept viciously thrusting as he sent her over the edge again. This time Negan came with her, moaning loudly into her neck as he came deep inside of her. Y/N's body shuddered and shook as she came from her second orgasm.

"Everything will work out." She breathed out.

Y/N adjusted her angel wings attached behind her, she had her full costume on ready to go with Claire who was taking millions of selfies in the bathroom. Negan was at a late practice for his football players so it gave the girls time to get ready at their apartment since it was closer to the party. "We are ditching if cops show!" Y/N yelled over to Claire her exiting the bathroom, she laughed rolling her eyes playfully. Claire was in a fierce matching red costume like Y/N's, instead of wings and a crown she had devil horns and a tail. "You look so hot, you're telling me Negan is not going to join ya?" She winked, he can wear a mask like I said no one would know." Y/N smirked at her comment going to answer her when her phone began to ring. The younger woman reached for it believing it was Negan seeing the caller ID, unknown.

Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling a familiar pit in her stomach start to grow. Y/N denied the call, tossing the phone on her bed and turning her attention back to the mirror continuing to adjust the revealing costume. "Who was that, Y/N?" Claire's curiosity grew looking at the phone lying on the bed, she had a smirk on her face thinking it was Negan herself. "Unknown caller, probably telemarketers," Y/N pulled her gloves up her arms, "They've been more annoying these past few days." Claire pulled her phone out while Y/N glanced over seeing her pop open her camera, "No, no pictures please." Y/N begged as Claire was already taking pictures of her, Y/N fighting to cover her face as she was laughing. "Oh come on, you look cute." Claire teased her friend, pushing her hands away from her face, "We never take pictures anymore."

Y/N finally gave in putting her hands down, giving a smile at the camera, Claire and her started to make funny faces causing the girls to laugh. They had been friends ever since high school, she knew about her and Negan's relationship a few months after it started. Y/N only trusted her, she knew she would keep it a secret even her boyfriend Ted. "Come on, let's head on over." Claire squealed, putting her phone away and nudging Y/N to follow her out. "Let me text Negan we are leaving, we can just stay a couple of hours." Y/N pointed her finger sternly at her party animal-like friend.

The two friends headed out getting into Claire's car, the entire time she could have sworn she felt eyes on them. She peered over her shoulders seeing no one in the dark or even the dark corners.

The party was already pretty crowded once they arrived. The frat party was located at Ted's uncle's cabin deeper in the woods. There were a lot of people drinking and doing drugs that she did not even know the names of. She stuck away from that just to drinking, maybe a smoke of a blunt or a hit from a bong would not be bad.

Claire and Y/N had been there a couple of hours staying near each other with their drinks in hand. They danced all over each other, talking to each other's friends and classmates. Y/N was feeling pretty tipsy already with her fifth drink in hand. She drank her vodka-mixed drink grinding on her friend behind her to the music. Negan sent her a text just to behave and call him if she needed anything. He trusted her enough to take care of herself, she knew if she needed him she would call right away. "That guy across the room has not taken his eyes off you," Y/N yelled at her friend loud enough for her to over the music, dancing with her. Claire pivoted her hand towards the male staring at her and raising his drink in her direction. "Go, I will be okay, I will find Jess," Y/N reassured her, Jess was one of their older roommates from their freshman year in college.

Claire was a little hesitant, she knew the guy from a few of her classes but did not want to leave her best friend high and dry. "No, we promised each other," Claire whined a little, seeing the guy smirk at her; his eyes scanning over her. "If you do not go Claire, I will push you over there myself." Y/N gave her a slight nudge, causing Claire to giggle. "I will call you in a couple of hours, I promise." Claire quickly kissed her cheek, going over to greet the eyeing man. Y/N pushed through the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled for her friend Jessica around. She could feel her phone buzz, tucked away in her bra. The buzzing continued, and she realized she was getting a call. Y/N pulled the phone from her cleavage seeing an unknown caller again, they’d been calling for days. Y/N finally had enough getting upstairs to a quieter place, swiping left quickly answering the phone.

“Look I don’t know who this is but please stop calling,” Y/N had her phone lingering over the red button to end the call when she heard her name being called over the phone.

“Hello, Y/N.” The voice seemed static, but deeper male voice. Y/N's face fell, and her finger tightened around her phone. She quickly looked around her surroundings seeing a few people chatting a drinking; some making out. “Who is this?” Y/N questioned, Deep down she hoped this was all some Halloween prank.

She hated the gut feeling she had.

Just when she turned back around she bumped right into someone, and her phone fell to the ground. Y/N eyes moved up seeing the taller man in front of her, Jackson. She tended up quickly grabbing her phone from the ground seeing the caller had hung up, Jackson smirked filled with wickedness. He eyed the angel in front of him, and Y/N stepped back away from him. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” She growled, eyeing him up and down, himself in a simple cop costume, “Ted does not like you, so I know he did not invite you.” Jackson just chuckled at the younger woman walking around her, Y/N’s eyes followed his movements. His hands rested in his pockets, Y/N thought she saw something inside his pockets hiding away with his hands. Her eyes moved up to him, being closer to her now.

“If there is a party, you know I have to be a part of it.” Jackson reminded her, he was known for being parties. They were always doing something with each other going to parties and living it up to the fullest. Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms, her phone in hand, “You look good, Y/N. I want to talk to you.” Y/N tried to walk away feeling his hand pull her back, she gasped in disbelief. Luckily half the people at the party were downstairs, the people upstairs kept their attention to themselves. Y/N tried to fight his grip, feeling Jackson pull her closer. “You shouldn’t be out with a killer on the loose,” Jackson's lips curled, and the younger woman pulled her arm from his grip. “You can fuck off Jackson,” Y/N hissed, “You lost every right to control me when you fucked other women.” Y/N was loud causing a few stares to peer over at them and a few whispers lingering around them. Y/N did not even have time to hear what he had to say or even the look on his face he may have had. She quickly went to an empty bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She pulled her phone out, scrolling to Negan’s contact to call him bringing the phone to her ear and hearing two rings before he was quick to pick up. “Ready to leave already, doll?” Negan picked up the phone, feeling like nothing was wrong with his girl. He sat on the couch with his sweatpants on watching one of the newer Scream movies, one of his favorites. “No, Jackson is here,” she heard pure silence over the phone not even his breath, “He fucking grabbed me and..” Y/N was cut off by him, “I’m on my way.”

Before she could even protest, he hung up the phone as she stared at her screen in shock. Y/N debated on calling him back but she knew nothing would change his mind coming up here, he was a very stubborn man. The young woman shoved her phone back in her strapless bra underneath her costume, eyeing herself in the mirror. She fixed her crown, adjusting it as straight as it could be. She groaned out, debating on even going back to the party or just keeping herself hidden in the bathroom. The music echoed out from the bathroom, voices muffled out passing the door. Y/N just sucked it up, letting herself out of the bathroom and getting past people down the stairs, her buzz fading away from running into Jackson getting her adrenaline up and taking any fun she had away.

Y/N once again felt her chest buzz again from her phone, from an incoming call again. “Negan look, just come me and we will leave.” She answered, yelling more for the man to hear her; not even looking at the ID. “I don’t think it’s time to leave my Y/N.” A familiar voice rang in her ear, that same static voice moments ago. In the crowd, Y/N saw a scream mask. She took a look again making sure she saw correctly not seeing the banned mask anymore. Ever since the killings they banned the costume from Halloween this year since the killer was rumored to dress like the fictional character. The man she thought she saw was dressed in all black with the mask, she kept her eyes peeled for more. Y/N tried to keep telling herself this was all a Halloween prank, of course, someone would show up in a costume like him.

Y/N pushed the phone closer to her ear to hear the man behind the phone more. “I want to play a little game, doll.” Her eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, making her feel sick to her stomach. Y/N stopped in her tracks trying to go to a more secluded area, to be able to talk better. “Who the fuck are you?” Y/N was scared, with everything going on in town, someone could be after her next. “The game is not asking questions here, Y/N.” The darker voice chuckled at the end, her stomach twisted stopping in her tracks and seeing the man in the mask once again in the crowd. “What do you want?” She quickly asked, keeping her eyes on the ghost face costume disappearing right in front of her eyes again.

“I think you know exactly what I want,” He told her, the voice was not static anymore. Y/N recognized the voice instantly making her nauseous. The fear kicked in quickly and everything just rushed over her, “I’ve been wanting your attention so long, Y/N.” The young girl turned around running right into the ghost face costume she’d been seeing, her phone still pressed against her ear. Y/N took off running beside him outside to the backyard, they had a bunch of activities going outside out there. A smaller haunted house, a few drinking games, and people partying in the people with the temperature even a little lower for the fall weather. She quickly ran into the haunted house they had set up hearing a scream in the distance as she entered. Bunches of ugly Halloween decorations hung up in this side pool house they were using. Most of the people dressed up in scary costumes just jumping out in corners with a bunch of Halloween decorations in every corner; some popping out on their own. Y/N tried to get Negan to pick up his phone, but it kept going straight to voicemail. Her eyes were tearing up, she realized how much of a bad idea it was just to run straight here. She was terrified to tell anyone, she did not know where any of her friends were.

An animatronic popped out at her causing her to scream, as it pulled back in away from her. Creepy music played around her, she felt tears jerking at the ends of her eyelashes. In a longer hallway, someone jumped out at her wrapping their arms around her. Y/N screams were muffled covering her mouth with his black glove she eyed. The younger woman tried to fight back seeing in the mirror above her, that the attacker was the ghost face from earlier. She pushed him off, taking off running as he grabbed her longer hair hanging down. She squealed out in pain, Y/N was pulled back and slammed to the floor knocking the crown from her head off. Y/N looked up from the ground, a knife in hand he pulled his mask off revealing his face.

Jackson breathes out, throwing the mask on the floor behind him. He wiggled the knife in front of her face as she lay on the ground still in shock even though she recognized the voice. Jackson brought a smaller device to his lips, keeping the evil smirk plastered on her face.

“Surprise, Y/N.” The static voice rang in her ears, she tried to crawl away to stand up being pulled by him. Y/N cried out but most would think it was just screams from the scary haunted house she was in. “You can not appreciate anything I do for you, huh?” He questioned her, fighting against the slaps and kicks she gave him from the ground, “I’ve done all this for you, but you decide fucking some old man is better.” Jackson swiped his knife in front of her and she jumped back, kicking him right in the stomach. Jackson’s hands shot up to his stomach, groaning out in pain. Y/N took her chance again getting up and taking off running, her heels slowing down her runs ending up tripping her in a darker bedroom area.

Y/N cried out in pain, landing on the floor and seeing a bed with a fake dead person on the bed with flashing lights around her. Y/N heard Jackson’s voice behind her, trying to lift herself but her legs were hurting pretty badly from the fall. “I loved you Y/N, I know I was not perfect but I wanted you.” He flipped her over from her belly, holding her leg where she could not go anywhere from him. Jackson’s grip was strong, leaving a bruise around her ankle from his grip, “If I can’t have you Y/N no one can.” Jackson was now on top of her having her pinned against the ground, she tried to scream out throwing punches at him. His knife was held high about to be shoved right in her chest, she did not even have time to blink when she saw a knife go through Jackson’s chest.

He let out a gasp, blood splattered on Y/N’s tear-stained cheeks. The blade went all the way through, his hands were shaky going up to the blade as he fell over. Gushing out blood, he kept coughing on the blood the knife pushing more as he was lying on the ground forcing it too. Y/N stayed in a state of shock watching her ex’s eyes go grey slowly, watching the life slowly get sucked away from his body.

Y/N eyed up at her savior seeing another ghost face costume, she slowly stood up mascara going down her cheeks. Her own hands were shaky, continuing to hear Jackson’s coughs. They stayed still in front of her, letting the younger woman’s hands reach up towards them. Y/N slid the mask off, keeping it in her hands. Letting herself see Negan’s face, Tears were still pouring down, her eyes were still full of them when she instantly pulled him in for a kiss.

Blood still stained her, wrapping her arms around the older male. She kept the mask in hand, dragging her teeth against his lips.

“Oh no, mister scary killer don’t kill me..” Y/N playfully begged, she knew she was a little crazy. Negan loved it, biting her lip and pulling it between his teeth.

“God, that was so hot,” Negan moaned, he placed his lips against her neck, Y/N kept her neck exposed letting her eyes roll to the back of her head, “He’s finally gone.” She couldn’t stop laughing, looking over now at her lifeless ex’s eyes. Negan looked down at her, holding her chin high. “Isn’t it perfect? Such a perfect cover-up killing the actual killer.” Negan wiped the blood from her cheeks, “We need to get this cleaned up, doll.” Y/N bit her lips, throwing the mask down and shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I don’t know, maybe we could slide in a quickie.” Y/N batted her eyelashes innocently, “Next time I get to wear the mask.” She slammed her lips onto his, Negan knew she was far from innocent she was mad just like him.

They were made just for each other and no one was going to get in the way of that.

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