WARNINGS: SMUT, DADDYKINK, CHEATING/ADULTERY, STEPDAUGHTER/STEPDAD FANTASY
DISCLAMIER: Just to clarify, Negan and the OC are not in any way BLOOD related, this is purely fantasy and taken from the plotlines of many ‘videos’ *wink*.
“Bye guys don’t have too much fun today!” you heard your mother call out, as your teeth clenched harder onto the white pillow. Negan had two fingers thrusting into you hard and fast, calling out to his unknowing wife. “Bye honey!” he shouted back, before turning his attention back to you. His eyes fixated on your shaking body, he love you see you whimpering below him, his dirty girl. He lay at the side of you, your legs spread wide for him. You heard the door shut, releasing out of the pillow, letting your moans escape your mouth. “Oh fuck!” you moaned, looking up at Negan. You slid your hand down your body, rubbing small circles on your clit, feeling your release building up.
This had all started a while after Negan and your mom had got married. They began to argue a lot, your mom making him spend his nights on the couch. Negan began to get sexually frustrated, spending his evenings in grimy strip clubs, just to get his fix of naked tits and ass. Your mom caught on, wondering why he was always out and where his money was going to. You had been the one to discover where Negan always snuck off too, knowing you could use it to your advantage. Negan had never been very fatherly towards you, not that you expected him to or cared. You had only found out that it was because he thought you were hot, which the feeling was returned. You began to tease him when you found out, making sure he always caught you in your cheerleading outfit practicing. You would always touch him whenever you were alone, shoving a hand down his boxers, teasing him. He always gave you a glare but you knew he enjoyed the chance of being caught. It added excitement to your relationship; your mom had many men before Negan, now it was your turn.
“Don’t stop, fuck!” you exclaimed, feeling yourself clench around his fingers. You gave a large moan, juice gushing down Negan’s hand, looking proud of himself. “Damn, babygirl. Never seen you squirt like that.” He smiled, looking at the wet bed sheets below you. He adjusted himself, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling his erect cock out. You slid further down the bed, face in front of his crotch. You took the base into your hands, giving a sloppy kiss to the leaking head. Licking a stripe on the underside, he grasped a large chuck of hair, so he could watch as your head bobbed up and down. “Fuck babygirl, you’re so fucking good at that.” He moaned, gritting his teeth together. “I love the taste of daddy’s cock.” You giggled, looking directly into his eyes. He groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows at the top of the bed. You began to quicken your pace, feeling Negan grab onto your hair more forcefully. “Alright sweetheart, don’t wanna blow my load yet.” He said, wrapping his arms around your torso, throwing you underneath him.
Taking his cock in his hands, Negan lined up to your opening and began at a slow pace. “Fucking faster, daddy!” you whimpered, feeling a need for his rough touch. You tightened your legs around his waist, making him go deeper, filling you up even more. “Fuck, you’re my dirty fucking girl baby.” He growled, attacking your neck with bites and kisses. “Be careful daddy, wouldn’t want my neck covered with bruises.” You laughed, digging your fingernails into his shoulders, leaving little crescent moon shapes.
The sound of skin meeting skin got louder as Negan went harder, at your request. You felt your second orgasm building up; you knew Negan was going to cave soon. “Come on daddy, fill me up. I wanna feel you inside me.” Negan moaned, starting to get sloppier. He growled as you felt his warm cum enter you. He pulled out, his cock still leaking on to your lower stomach. You scooped some of his cum onto your fingers, sucking them for Negan’s enjoyment.
“I fucking love you doll. Shit. My dirty fucking girl.”
You sat down in Negan’s room at the dinner table, your father and Negan sat across from each other.
“Daddy can you pass the salt please?” you asked, no indication of whether you were talking to either of them, when both men stood up from their seats.
The awkwardness hung in the air as nobody spoke for what seemed like toxic hours.
“What kinda grown woman calls her father daddy?” Negan smirked, passing you the salt and sitting back in his chair.
*has not been proof read yet, sorry for the wait! * x
“Come on sweetheart; don’t give me the silent
treatment!” Negan pleaded with you, sitting with your arms crossed and gazing
out of the window. You continued to look out of the window, knowing you have to
stand your ground firmly to get Negan to understand. “Did you hear something
Carl? I swear I heard something, I just don’t know what it is.” You commented,
making Carl roll his eyes. Sat between Negan and his sister was proving to be
the most uncomfortable situation he had found himself in, it was bad enough he
had to sit next to the man he tried to shoot less than two hours ago but it was
made even worse because of the argument going on. “Y/N, it doesn’t matter
anymore.” He tried to reason with his sister but was brought to a halt when she
snapped around to look at him. “No Carl, he shouldn’t have said what he said
and he knows that.” Briefly looking towards Negan, and then turning back to the
window. “I said I was sorry to the kid Y/N! What more can I do, wife?” You
scoffed and rolled your eyes at his ignorance. “Not say it in the first place,
husband.” Now it was time for Negan to roll his eyes.
“Against the grain, kid… always against the
grain.” Negan lowly laughed, dragging the razor across his skin. You stood
behind him, Carl and Judith watching Negan intensely. Carl already felt
uncomfortable with Negan being around his baby sister, feeling like he needed
to be alert in case he tried anything. “Darlin’, pass me that towel.” Negan
held his arm out, palm open waiting to receive the white towel from his wife.
You picked up the towel off the rack, walking towards your husband; you pulled
him around to face you. You began to pat dry his face, making sure to get the
left over water and shaving cream. “You done being mad at me, sweetheart?” He asked
a smirk present on his lips. You looked into his eyes, small smile on your
face. “Now, how can I stay mad at that face.” You teased, caressing his face
with your hand, giving a small squeeze. “Back in the good books kid, looks like
sex is not off the table tonight.” He lowly chuckled, looking over at Carl. You
wished he wouldn’t be so vulgar in front of your family. Carl picked up Judith,
taking her to the kitchen to watch over the pasta that was cooking. “I’m going
to miss your beard.” You sighed, eyes trailing over where it used to be. “I had
to shave that shit, baby.” You ran your hands around his shoulders, joining
them together at his neck. “That’s unfortunate, I loved the way it felt scraping
my thighs.” You smirked, giving him a kiss before walking out of the
bathroom. Negan watched you as you walked away, hips moving from side to side.
“Damn, that smells good. Baby, come and taste
this.” Negan heavily sniffed the air, taking in the aroma of the bolognaise
cooking. He took the wooden utensil out of the pan, holding it up with the
sauce in the spoon, turning towards you. He raised the spoon, towards your
mouth. You wrapped your lips around the spoon, tasting the red sauce. “You
never told me you could cook Negan.” You questioned, crossing your arms across
your chest. He chuckled, scooping up a second spoonful, sliding over to Carl. “Want
a taste?” Carl stared up at him, a light scowl on his face, continuing to set
the table. Negan continued to look at him, laughing, taking a taste for
You all sat around the table, Olivia sat with
Judith on her lap, Negan sat at the opposite you with Carl at the side of you. Negan
began to tap his fingertips on the table, obviously becoming restless with
waiting for dad. “I’m not waiting for your dad anymore; I don’t know where the
hell he is but…” He announced, placing Lucille upright on a chair. “Lucille
is hungry. Not only that, my girl is eating for two. She can’t be waiting
around for her daddy. Well, her father anyway” Negan snatched the napkin off the table tucking it into
the inside of his shirt, getting ready to eat with you blushing at his comment. “Carl, pass the rolls.” He
asked, turning his head to look at Carl as he didn’t make a move. “Please.” He
said, sounding forced. Carl looked towards you; you raised your eyebrows and
shrugged your shoulders. Carl picked up the rolls, passing them over to a smug
You watched Negan outside from the window, talking
to a man in a grey thin jumper. Arat was stood guarding the front of the house,
just below the stairs. You had no clue what was going on, when you felt a
presence come at the side of you. “Why do you love him?” you heard the voice
say, recognizing it as Olivia. You turned your head to her, with a puzzled look
on your face. “And what makes you think you can question me about that?” You
replied bluntly, annoyed this woman clearly judging your relationship with
Negan. “After everything he’s done to us, your dad and brother? How could you?”
You walked towards her, Olivia backing up a little in fear. “You want to know
why? I’ll tell you. Because ever since this world went to shit, he has
protected me, my dad sent me away. Making me choose between my husband and my
family. That showed me he didn’t fully care, Negan supports me and our child.
Sure, he treats you like shit but that is not my problem, you wouldn’t understand
his reasons and I don’t expect you to Olivia. But don’t you ever question me
and my husband’s relationship.” You backed up from her, walking outside to the
porch of the house.
“Only thing missing is a pool table, nothing better
than a good game of 8 ball.” You heard Negan proclaim, with a small glass of
whiskey in his hands. You moved towards him, placing yourself behind the
rocking chair he was sat on. “Hey baby, Spencer I’d like you to meet Y/N, my
beautiful wife.” He said, as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He brought you
hand to his mouth, placing a kiss to it before turning back to his conversation. Spencer pointed over to another house opposite
the one you were at. “House across the street has one in the garage.” Negan smirked,
raising his eyebrows. “Oh Spencer, you may just be my new best friend.” Spencer
smiled genuinely at Negan but you knew better. He was naive, thinking Negan
actually had friends. “Such a nice day though, too nice to be cooped up in some
garage, don’t you think? Oh, I got a better idea.” He exclaimed, standing up
taking his leather jacket off the back of the chair.
You knew there was a reason Spencer wanted to talk
to Negan, and it was Rick. He claimed Rick to have a big ego, saying his mom
used to be the leader of Alexandria before your dad came along. Spencer wanted
to become the leader, follow in his mother’s footsteps. Residents of Alexandria
began to gather around the pool table Negan had moved into the street, watching
the game between Negan and Spencer. You normally could tell what Negan was
thinking or plan out his movements but he was unreadable. You didn’t know what
game he was playing, if he would actually take Spencer’s proposition into
consideration. “You know, I’m thinking, Spencer. I’m thinking how Rick
threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts but he is out there right
now, gathering shit for me to make sure I don’t hurt any of the fine people
that live here. He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done. That takes
guts.” Negan explained, taking another shot with the cue then placing it down
on the table.
“And then there’s you. The guy who waited for Rick
to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty
work, so he could take Rick’s place. So I got to ask – if you wanna take over,
why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?” Your eyes wondered over Spencer,
is that what he had wanted to achieve? To get Negan to kill your dad off, so he
could take back control of this place, Spencer looked at Negan in disbelief. “What?
No, no.” He denied, looking worried and confused. “You know what I’m thinking? ’Cause
I have a guess.” Negan was inches away from Spencer’s face, looking him in the
eyes. “It’s because you got no guts.” He whispered, pulling out his machete
plunging it into Spencer’s torso. You heard gasps and cries coming from the
Alexandrians, you in a state of shock yourself. No matter how long you had been
with him, you still felt that sinking feeling coming to terms with this side of
Negan. The cold, heartless side, always making you doubt your relationship with
this man a little. “Ohh. How embarrassing. There they are. They were inside you
the whole time! You did have guts.” Negan joked as blood dribbled out of
Spencer’s mouth, him holding his organs in his hands. “I’ve never been so wrong in my whole life!
Now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up. Oh. Anyone want to
finish the game? C'mon, sweetheart how about you.” Negan pointed over to you. “Now
come on baby, don’t get soft on me! It’s just a little guts and blood, don’t be
scared. I was winning as well!” He cooed, you stood in your position, not being
able to move. You looked over at a young woman with brown hair, noticing her
shaking with anger, staring at Spencer’s body with a rage in her eyes.
A gunshot went off; you immediately tackled this
woman to the ground, shoving the barrel of your gun into her neck. “Shit! What
the shit?! Shit! You just – You tried to kill me?! You shot Lucille!” you
heard Negan going off at her, while all she did is stare at you. “You try and
kill my husband, right in front of me?! The father of my child?!” Negan walked
over to the bullet, examining it. “What is this? What is this? This little bad
boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be
stupid, darlin’, but you showed some real ingenuity here. Baby, move that gun
up on that girl’s face.” You did as he asked, breathing heavily while your
heart was racing. “Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the
same, so why should yours?!” he roared, staring down at the girl. “Unless,
Unless you tell me who made this.” She looked towards your husband. “It was me.
I made it.” She tried to get Negan to believe her, but you knew he was too
smart for her.
“You see, now I just think you’re lying. And you lying
to me now?! Such a shame. My wife’s going to have to put a bullet into that
empty head of yours.”
*in this series, Negan does not
have any wives except you, but they are still at the sanctuary.
You were more than upset with
Negan, not only had he paraded you around in front of your dad like some prize
that he had won, he had killed two people from his group and taken one man back
to the sanctuary with him. You didn’t like that he was exploiting your family,
leaving them with two dead members and next to nothing. No food, guns or
medical supplies, it wasn’t fair but you knew Negan had done it for you. The sanctuary
was running out of painkillers and vitamins in the stock, because you had to
take so many as pregnancy wasn’t treating you so well. You just felt bad that
you were practically stealing them from your family, even if you weren’t doing
I want you to in pain? No. Do I want something to happen to the baby or you?
No. Do I want you to become ill? No. So, oh beautiful wife of mine, you will
take that painkiller and be content as I go out and provide for you and our
You and Negan had been arguing
quite a bit for the past few weeks, you hated the way he was treating your
family. He knew it, but he couldn’t let up. If he did, they could fall out of
line and with his baby on the way, that was the last thing he needed to be
dealing with. You had been hanging out with a woman called Sherry who was
married to Dwight, one of Negan’s top guys. She had been helping you throughout
the pregnancy; having a woman to speak to about the baby was therapeutic. Unfortunately,
Negan didn’t understand half the things you had to deal with, but Sherry could
better recognize the struggles of being a mom in the apocalypse.
You had been explaining how bad
your morning sickness was getting, asking if she knew of anything that could
ease the pain when you saw Negan walking towards the barrier of the balcony,
looking down at everyone. They began to get on to one knee to bow to him and
the room went silent, all eyes on Negan, you not having bow with everyone else. He had told you that as far as he was
concerned you were equal to him and people should respect you as such, the
members of the sanctuary already knew that, being Negan’s wife it was a given
that they should hold you at the same place as Negan, above them all.
looked up at your husband, eyes widening when you saw who he had with him. You
could see Carl beside him with his white cloth eye patch and dad’s sheriff hat.
He looked directly at you, a small smile creeping up on his face before his
eyes wandered to your stomach, the smile falling off his faster than it came
on. He didn’t regard you as the enemy but he had to keep an eye on you, if
Negan could persuade you to leave your whole family behind to marry him, he
would use that power against you again.
“The saviors have gone out into
the world, fought the dead and come back with some really good stuff.” Negan
announced to the loyal followers, all still bowing down, showing respect to
him. “Some of that stuff can be yours, if you work hard and play by the rules.”
He briefly looked over at Carl, before turning back to the crowd. “Today, everybody
gets fresh vegetables at dinner, no points needed.” Everyone began to murmur amongst
themselves, while clapping at the announcement. Negan twisted around back to
Carl, saying something inaudible before shouting. “As you were!” he said,
walking away from the balcony.
He looked around the crowd, locking eyes with
you. He motioned you to come over to him, as Carl was trailing behind him. You followed
behind Carl, to yours and Negan’s room. Negan lead you both into the room,
before motioning Carl and you to sit. You sat next to Negan, faced towards
Carl. You felt like letting all your emotions out and running over to give Carl
a hug but you knew you couldn’t. “So, you two have a lot of catching up to do.
I’ll let you have your time, 10, 20 minutes, I’ll see how I feel.” He patted
your leg, before standing up and walking out of the room.
You looked over at
Carl, there was a large tension in the room, and you could both feel it. You
were both fighting for different sides, even if you were family. “How’s dad?”
you asked, in a quiet voice trying to start some sort of conversation. “How do
you think he is? He knows you’re alive, married and pregnant to the man who’s
taking everything from us Y/N?!” Carl began to get angry, he felt bad because
it wasn’t your fault but it was your husband doing it. “I’ve tried Carl! I told
him I didn’t want him taking stuff from you because you’re my family! He’s just
worried and stressed because of the baby, he just wants me to have everything I
need, and I can’t fault him for that! That is how a husband should treat his
wife!” you told him, becoming frustrated with Carl. “I understand that he
killed two of your group and I am sorry for that but I can’t sympathize with
you! I didn’t know them, I never met them. Your group killed a hell of a lot
more people from our group than Negan did. He only killed two, he could have
killed more. He doesn’t enjoy killing people, Carl! He had to do it to show you
all what happens if you don’t follow the rules.” You tried to explain, but Carl
wasn’t having it. He huffed, looking away from you.
“You have a baby sister.
Mom died giving birth to her, I had to put a bullet in her head to stop her
from turning. She’s a few months old.” You felt your eyes tearing up, a baby
what do you want from Santa this Christmas?” Your mother asked you, with your
dad recording on a video camera. “A little brother or sister! So, I can play
with them and sing them songs and take care of them!” you giggled, as your
mother and father looked at each other. “Looks like we need to get busy, darlin’”
“Oh my god, a baby sister?” you
asked, tears now freely running down your face. Carl nodded, shocked by your
reaction. He didn’t think this would affect you so much. In all honesty, he
thought Negan had turned you fully against them all, meaning that you wouldn’t care
about Rick or himself.
The door slammed open, Negan
entering with Lucille on his shoulder and a bottle of whisky in his other hand.
“All caught up babe?” he asked, noticing the dried up tears on your rosy
cheeks. “What did this little shit say to make you cry?” you sniffled, looking
at Negan as he took his seat back next to you. He placed his arm around your
shoulders, pulling you into him, smirking at Carl. “He didn’t say anything,
knock it off.” You told him, hoping he’d lay off Carl. “I can’t do this; it’s
like talking to a birthday present! I gotta see what grandma got me, take that
shit off!” Negan laughed, staring down Carl.
He took off his hat, placing it at
the side of him. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to Carl.” You told him,
before Negan shouted, pointing his finger at you. “Two men, Y/N! He shot two of
my men dead, there has to be a punishment.” He turned back to Carl who was
unwrapping the bandage from around his head; the patch came off, his long brown
hair covering the open wound. He tucked his hair behind his ear, showing the
large gaping wound to you and Negan. You gasped, putting a hand over your
mouth, feeling the tears coming again. “Christ! That is disgusting; no wonder you
cover that up. Have you seen it? I mean have you looked in the mirror, that is
gross as hell! I can see your socket, can I touch it? Come on, can I touch it?”
Negan taunted Carl, as he began to sniffle. You sobbed, getting up and walking
over to Carl, pulling him into an embrace. “Get out Negan, you’ve over stepped
your line.” You spat at your husband, disgusted by the way he spoke to your
family. Negan’s face dropped, looking almost regretful. He knew he had gone
over the limit and his woman was going to have his ass for it.
“Holy hell, kid.
Look… I just, it’s easy to forget your… your just a kid. I didn’t mean to hurt
your feelings or anything, I was just screwing around.” He sighed, looking up
at you. You glared at him, pointing to the door. “Get out.” You demanded
sternly, Negan knowing he was going to have to grovel to get himself out of
this one. “Baby, I didn’t me-.” You shook your head at him. “If you didn’t mean
it you wouldn’t have said it, Negan. Now, this is the last time I’m going to
ask. Get out.” He got up from his seat, looking at you before walking back out
of the room.
Carl realized the sort of power
you held over Negan, not only by being his wife but carrying his baby. He knew
it would be a valuable asset for the Alexandria group and decided to remember
it for later.