[ image: Dr Caligosto Loboto resting in a beat up, rusty, and generally nasty bathtub, regarding two dirty-looking bubbles joyfully. his legs are kicked out, with one hanging out of the tub and one hanging in the air. ]
“Hey, hey lady,” Lucy was suddenly awoken by the man hovering over her bed. She looked up at the man to see that half of his face was disfigured, burned, something. Whatever it was from, it looked like it fucking hurt. She looked down and saw the shotgun in his hands.
“Man you guys really don’t mess around here, do you?”
“Names Dwight. Get up, let’s go.” She looked at him for a moment taken back from his bluntness and slowly rolled off of the bed. The wound was slowly healing, but she didn’t want to make it worse. “I heard something about getting a job?”
“Put this on.” He extended his arm to reveal what seemed to be a black dress.
“This is for my job? What kind of job-”
“I believe I just told you to do something.”
She slowly grabbed the dress and walked into the closet to change. It was a form fitting dress with a deep v neck, hugging her curves in all the right places. She emerged from the closet trying to be playful. “Well, how do I look? Ready to clean some bathrooms or something, right?” He started to say something, but shook it off and continued out the door. Grabbing the shoes Dwight left on the bed, she ran after him.
They walked through the concrete hallways passing by various open rooms. With each room they passed, the more she questioned how many people were staying here. As they turned a corner she started to hear music in the distance, something she couldn’t remember the last time she heard. The music continued to get louder until they passed by a padlocked door where she could finally understand the lyrics, “we’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”
“Hey, what’s with that room?” She laughed a little, “I can’t remember the last time I heard music like that–”
“Don’t worry about it. The only thing you need to worry about is your stop up here.” They stopped in front of red double doors, the only thing in color she had seen throughout the whole building. She stood waiting for further instruction.
“The doors not gonna open itself,” he said, placing his back against the wall next to one of the doors, seeming to be standing guard. She laughed a little in disbelief, straightened her dress and opened the door. Upon opening the door she was immediately hit by the appearance of Negan. He had traded his leather jacket for a musty white button down, sleeves rolled up, tucked in, with the same belt/pants/boots as before. A smile crawled across his face as he laid eyes upon her. He stood up and headed straight for her.
“Well look at that, a perfect fit,” he said acknowledging the dress, standing nose to nose with her. He extended his arm past her to close the door, encasing her in a cage that was his body. There was something so electrifying about him, something she had never experienced with anyone, including her late husband. “I was told it was a part of my job uniform, so far this seems to be the easiest job I’ve ever had.” He chuckled and offered her his arm, to which she accepted. There were candles in every corner of the room, giving the room a sensual glow. He led her over to a mini bar in the corner, offering her a drink which she accepted. Then he led her to a couch on the opposite side of the room where they sat far enough away from each other.
“So this is your first job assignment.” He said after taking a long swig of his drink, it looked like whiskey.
“Look pretty and drink?”
He took another sip. “Tell me all about Lucy.” She stared at him for a moment before looking down at her glass. “But I already told you my story–”
“Tell me, about Lucy. If I like her enough, I’ll schedule her for another shift.”
She chugged the drink down with ease, which he loved, and set the glass on the ground next to her.
“Lucy, Lucy…let’s see,” she looked up, giving herself a crash course in her mind of what was good and bad to say about herself in this moment before deciding to start. “I had a family, now I don’t. I’ve never had kids. I was never married.” She wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear. “I enjoy long walks on the beach, the color blue, and spend my free time with walkers on the road.” They both laughed, eventually meeting eyes. She wanted to push it as much as she could, and he ate up every second of it. He set his glass on the ground,and leaned back into the couch. “Stand up.” She hesitated before rising in front of him. She didn’t know why she kept obeying his every command, she still knew little to nothing about him but couldn’t help but fall into his every move.
Negan gawked at her. She was beautiful, just like Lucil–he stopped his thoughts, “Fuck me, you look fucking great.”
She started to turn around herself, “I’m sorry, ‘fuck you?’ Well most of the time I require dinner most of the time.”
He started to back track, “Fuck, I mean you look, not that you should–” they met eyes and he stopped and smiled. “Really, dinner? Shit. I mean I did get you drinks.” He stood up, talking as he slowly backed her into the wall. “I did say I’d give you a job as long as you’re on board with it.” She looked away knowing immediately where this was going. “ I won’t be your sex slave or any shit like that not aga–”
“Shit, darlin. Did I say anything about a fucking sex slave?” He placed his hand on her waist lightly. “I offered you a job. And if you don’t fucking mind, I’d like to give you your training session. You just have to say that one fucking magic word.” His body slightly pressed into hers. She could feel how hard he was, but she tried to keep herself together. She took a pause that felt like an eternity for the both of them. Pushing herself back into him, she whispered, “Please.”
His face lit up as he leaned in even closer, his body trembling with excitement. “Fuck, I was looking for yes, you did me one better.” they both started whispering, anticipating what they knew was about to happen.
“Yes, that works too.”
All at once, he pressed his lips against hers. He started off slow, soft and lightly, barely grazing her face with his stubble. The more they kissed, the more she pushed back. She rubbed her hands all over his body, feeling every muscle, every bone, every inch. He started to kiss down her neck while squeezing her ass, questioning whether he had ever been this hard before. He picked her up and carried her across the room to his bedroom, as she kissed his neck the whole way. Upon arrival, he dropped her on the bed and crawled up her body planting kisses across every inch on her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair, throwing her head back in pleasure. He unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. He continued to kiss down her chest, stomach, until he reached her legs. She looked up at him as he pulled off her underwear, anticipating his every move. He smiled at her one last time before digging in. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been eaten out, not like this. He started off with slow licks, her body twitching in pleasure. His tongue wrote poems on her clit, eventually adding a finger to add punctuation. The faster he went, the louder she moaned, the more his cock couldn’t take it. Immediately he came back up to her and kissed her aggressively before picking her up and flipping her onto all fours. She let out a small wince, her wound grasping at the stitches. “Fuck, are you okay?”
She urged off his worry, trying to get back to the action. “I’m fine, I’m okay, just please please..” She pushed herself back into him. He smacked her ass and kissed up her back, placing a hand on her neck. He grabbed his cock and dug it inside her, letting out a grunt as he did so. He became ruthless, pumping harder and faster. She was more than wet and wrapped around him like a fucking glove. Both let out strong moans as their rhythm became perfectly in sync. His moans became louder and higher, his cock ready to burst. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck Lucy, fuck.” All at once he came all over her ass, breathing and moaning heavily as it poured out all over her. He took off his shirt and proceeded to clean her ass of the mess he had made. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex without taking all of my clothes off, you got me too excited to fast.”
She laughed, replying trying to catch her breath, “You still had a good time, obviously.” He laid down behind her, spooning her in his arms and lightly kissing her neck. “Well, you’re fucking hired. Fuck, Lucille.”
She slightly turned her head. “Lucille?”
He quickly responded, catching himself. “I said Lucy.”
OKAY. THERE IS CHAPTER 4.
HOW WAS THE SMUT? I KNOW THERE WASNT A TON OF FOREPLAY BUT I WANTED THEIR FIRST TIME TO BE KIND OF RUSHED AND URGENT BUT GIMME FEEDBACK
So, my original plan for ‘Tropes’ day turned out to be more involved then I anticipated. Oops? It will be along later. But I whipped out this one instead, because I shamelessly love this particular trope. I *swear* someone else prompted me something similar at some point but I can’t find it!
The Cure For This
to scream. And break things. And cry, just a little.
predicament, if Caroline really thought about it, was all Elena’s fault.
that kind of the story of Caroline’s life?
God, if she
didn’t love Elena, she’d really hate Elena.
chunk of her teenage insecurities? Because of Elena Gilbert’s effortless
perfection and catnip like appeal to boys Caroline wanted. She’d been turned to
get to Elena, thrust into a whole new, scary world, almost died so many times
she’d stopped counting, all to get to Elena.
And now she
was trapped in some run down rented room, feeling like she was going to die if
she couldn’t get off.
sound, broke Caroline’s concentration, and her head thumped back onto the mattress,
the contents of her pillow littered under her head. Caroline stared resentfully
at the ceiling, her fingers twisted in the ruined pillow.
calming herself through mindful breathing idea was clearly a bust. She’s
thought she could distract herself, from her screaming body, from her out of