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Warning. Smutty AF.
You were a wild ball of excitement and energy and he couldn’t get enough of you. Alexander “Tig” Trager had never met anyone like you in his life. You weren’t like a trashy crow eater only good enough for a one night stand. You were more. He would never get tired of you and your thrill for life. And your thrill for him. After almost a year together, and every day still felt like the first day you’d met.
You giggle as you pull him along with you by his kutte. Your man was tall and sexy and completely insatiable. Which was good because so were you.
“Baby where we going” He whispered to you. You put your finger to your lips. It was a surprise. A club party was underway in the background but you didn’t care. You wanted your man and you wanted him now. He was smiles ear to ear. He knew you were up to no good and he knew he’d love it.
There was renovations and rebuilding going on at T. M. at the moment. A lot of things were In boxes and stored in one of the extra rooms. Completely private. If anyone walked in they wouldn’t see you behind the walls if boxes and junk. You led your old man into the storage room and behind one of the bigger stacks of boxes.
You knew your old man well enough to know that he was already getting hard at the thought of what you were about to do. Your suspicions were correct. As you pushed him back against a the wall you felt his rock hard length through his jeans. You crashed your lips into his. The kiss deepened and he begin to bite and nibble on your bottom lip. You tore open his shirt and ran your hands through his chest hair. His hands were digging into your ass as he pulled you closer and harder to his erection.
You pushed away from him leaving him breathless and slightly confused. You bend down to your knees and look up at him. A moan roars through his chest. You unbuckled his belt and jeans then unzipped his zipper. You rubbed your hands eagerly against him. You licked your lips and looked into his eyes again. The look in his eyes was savage. Animalistic. You sprung him free from his boxers and began to tease him with your lips. You kissed and licked the tip while you pumped him with your hand.
“Do you like this daddy?” You asked him to further tease him. He was completely hungry for you and you for him.
“Mmmhmm” he moaned. “Sooo much baby”
Before he could say anything else you took him into your mouth. He groaned as you got your rhythm going. He had his hands through your hair as you continued your assault on him. His eyes rolled back and his hips began to involuntarily buck up into you. Seeing him so turned on was taking its toll on you. You were soaked and ready for him. Your core ached and throbbed and longed for him. You stopped and stood up crashing your lips once more to his. The absence of your mouth on him made him ache for more.
“Fuck me Trager…” You whispered in his ear. He immediately began taking your clothes off. You aided him to make the process faster. He spun you around with your back against the wall. He began to bite and suck at your neck as he ran his hand through your center.
“Oh baby you’re so wet for me” he said. He bent down and took ahold of one of your breast. He bit down on your nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. His other hand still doing circles around your clit. It was more than you could bare.
“Oh baby please fuck me” you begged.
He obeyed and turned you over to face the wall. You pushed your ass out to meet him. He spanked it as he slid himself into you. He groaned loudly as he began to thrust. He adored the way your ass bounced as he fucked you. He spanked you again sending waves of pleasure through you.
“God baby you’re always so tight. It feels sooo good.” he had one hand gripping your ass with his nails and the other around and to the front part of your neck. His thrust turned harder and faster. The sound of your bodies against each other got louder and the room got hotter. Your moans of pleasure threatened to push him over the edge. He was hitting all the right spots over and over.
“Fuck baby right there!” you hollered. You were building up to your release. “Oh fuck Tig!” You threw your head back and enjoyed the powerful orgasm that was rushing through your body.
“Shit! Baby!” Tig let go of his release and collapsed against you on the wall. You both sat there trying to gain your breath back. “Damn woman. You’re killing me.”
“Would you like me to stop daddy?”
When you both regain your composure you get dressed and head back out to the party. You were going to be the death of Tig Trager. And what a sweet death it would be.
I smoothed out my purple plaid button down shirt with a sigh.
“You wook gorgeous Aunt Y/N!” Eleanor said happily from my bed.
She was dressing Mr. Floppy up for his own date with Barbie.
“Doesn’t Mr. Floppy wook hamsome?” she asked, turning the bunny towards me.
I smiled at her through the mirror, “Yea he does, Ellie,”
She bounced on the bed, giving the rabbit a hug.
The doorbell rang making Eleanor squeal, “I gots it!”
Her giggles echoed down the hallway as she ran to the door.
I watched as she jumped up and turned the handle.
“Patwick!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his leg.
I came down the hall, pausing when I saw Patrick.
His smile widened when he looked up at me and I couldn’t help the deep blush that I felt heating up my cheeks.
“Hey Sweetheart,” he greeted.
“Hi,” my voice was barely a whisper.
Clearing my throat, I came closer, ready to grab Ellie who was still attached to Patrick’s leg.
Before I could reach her, he brought a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.
“For you,” he said.
I blinked, not expecting that at all. Even the other men that I had dated never brought me a single flower.
“Oh wow… Thank you,” bringing the mixed bouquet to my nose, I inhaled their fresh scent.
“No problem…. and for you!”
Patrick gave Ellie two daisies.
She gasped and took the flowers. Spinning around, she failed at whispering as she cupped her hand on the side of her mouth, “He’s defwinitely a keeper Aunt Y/N!”
Patrick blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Let him in, Ellie,” I laughed.
Taking my flowers to the kitchen for a vase, I heard Patrick and Ellie following me, “I’m just waiting for the sitter,”
Just as I said that, my cell rang.
“Hello? Oh? No, no, that’s fine… Alright Mrs. Grady… Yes Ma'am. You have a good night too,” I ended the call.
“Everything okay?” Patrick asked.
“Eh… the sitter isn’t coming. She’s sick. I’m sorry, Patrick.”
Ellie pouted, hugging her bunny.
Patrick perked up, picking Ellie up and resting her on his hip, “No worries Doll face! I get to take two lovely ladies out tonight!”
Ellie cheered, wriggling out of his grasp.
“Imma go get changed!”
When Ellie was in her room, Patrick came around the island and put his hands on my arms, “I don’t mind, so not a word,”
I laughed, smacking his arm in jest.
“You look great, by the way,” he said in all seriousness.
“You do to,” I replied, pushing my glasses up.
He surprised me when he leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek.
Immediately my eyes closed at the feel of his smooth lips.
“I’m weady!” Ellie yelled from her room.
I felt his breathy laugh against my face and I couldn’t help but to bite my lip.
Taking my hand, Patrick led us to the door where he helped us with our coats.
“Ready?” he asked.
We both nodded, following him out the door.
Eleanor was enthralled with the movie that we were watching. We were the only ones in the theater and with this being her first film that she’d ever seen on the big screen, she was absolutely hypnotized.
Her eyes were wide with awe as the princess danced and sang with the live objects of the house.
I was in awe with Patrick. He had chosen the movie and even though it was geared towards kids, his choice didn’t feel forced.
I had tried to let Eleanor sit in between us, but she wasn’t having that. She did sit next to me though. She hugged Mr. Floppy, swaying in her seat to the music.
“You’re doing really great with her,” Patrick whispered in my ear.
Turning my head from the movie, I gave Patrick a smile, “Thank you.”
He grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to him. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, then whispered in my ear once more, “Is this okay?”
Strangely enough, it was, “Yes,”
“Okay,” he said, giving me a squeeze.
During the rest of the film, Patrick held me close, occasionally resting his lips on my temple. I literally could not remember the last time that I had felt this comfortable with someone.
Once it ended, we gathered our things and put our coats back on.
“The pwince was so womantic!” Eleanor gushed.
I had been staring at Patrick, “Yes he was,”
He winked at me and I realized that I had said that out loud.
Eleanor wrapped a small hand around two of Patrick’s fingers, holding on tightly. He put an arm around me, holding me close as we began to walk down the sidewalk.
“How about some grub, ladies?”
We both agreed with Patrick, our tummies growling.
Just as I was about to sit down next to Eleanor, she placed Mr. Floppy down, “Nu uh Aunt Y/N! This is a date and you sit with Patwick,”
Patrick laughed and I raised a brow at her bossy tone, “Is that so?”
Eleanor nodded her head, giving a toothless grin, “Yup!”
Shaking my head, I scooched in next to Patrick, close enough that our thighs were touching.
A young, skinny waitress came to the table, turning the flirt on when she saw Patrick. Both Eleanor and I rolled our eyes.
She completely ignored us, though. “What can I get you, sir?”
He caught on, but he was as smooth as ever. Looking over to Eleanor, he asked her, “What do you want to eat, Ellie Honey?”
Eleanor glared at the waitress, “Mac and cheese,”
Grabbing my hand and putting his other on my thigh, Patrick looked right at me, “What about you, baby?”
I blushed, “Um, double bacon burger, well done and fries,”
Giving my thigh a squeeze, he then looked at the waitress, “I’ll have the same,”
She jotted down our order and licked her lips at Patrick, “Be right out.”
“Wude!” Ellie scoffed.
I snorted and laughed, then looked at Patrick, “Baby, huh?”
He raised a brow, “Problem?”
I gave him a wink, “Not at all.”
He ran a finger over my jaw, “Good,”
Dinner was great and we were stuffed. Eleanor was ready for bed, her yawning and bleary eyes getting itchy.
As soon as we got home, Patrick helped me get Eleanor inside and into bed.
“Good night, Ellie,” he said, kissing her forehead.
She was out before I could even say good night.
“I had fun tonight,” I told him, once we were back in the living room.
“Do you think… you would want to go out again?” I asked him, leaning against the wall near the door.
“Of course,” he replied, coming closer to me.
His hands went to my waist as he bit his bottom lip, “Would you mind if I kissed you?”
“Not at all,”
Cupping my cheek and pulling my body from the wall, he held me as his lips slowly and gently moved over mine.
His lips were firm as he pulled back and connected with slow caresses.
I moaned softly, my fingers threading into his hair.
His kisses were quiet, only a slight pecking sound when he would pull back. With his lips hovering just above mine, he whispered, “You’re something else, Y/N,”
“I can say the same about you,”
I felt his smile as he continued to kiss me. Patrick’s hold on me became firmer the more our kiss intensified.
I knew that when I moaned, that this needed to end before we slept together.
He pulled back one last time with a gasp, resting his forehead on mine, “I’m sorry,”
Our breaths mingled together, “Don’t be… I just don’t want to ruin this,”
He pushed some hair behind my ear, “Me either, Y/N.”
Patrick continued to whisper as did I; we didn’t want to bust our little bubble, “I better go,”
“Okay… Call me?”
His hand splayed over my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw, “I’ll stop by tomorrow if that’s alright?”
I smiled, “It is,”
“See you, Sweetheart,”
With one last, extremely soft peck, Patrick left, closing the door quietly behind him.
This is for my Negan’s Valentine’s Day Massacre challenge! Join in on the fun and post your works of love! 💞
TV: The Walking Dead
Warnings: Dirty talk!
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner
Inspired by: @underratedcharactersimagines First Date with Negan Would Include.
He watched her from the door way, his arms folded across his chest. The sounds of his leather jacket creaking caught her attention.
She was currently bent at the waist, buckling the strap of her killer heels. She looked up at him through the mirror, a blush to her cheeks.
He grinned, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth, “Look at you doll! All decked out in a dress; never thought I’d see the fuckin’ day!”
She shook her head, standing and smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress, “Well, I wanted to look nice. It is a Valentine’s Day dinner.”
Shit; he couldn’t remember when the last time he celebrated Valentine’s Day. Lucille had passed before they could share it during her final year alive.
And now that the world had ended over two years ago, well, he just didn’t see the fuckin’ point.
Then he had wives only to have them sent away because of the woman standing in front of him.
There was something there, something that his other wives didn’t have… and goddamnit, he wanted to explore that.
Negan pushed off the door jam, walking over to Y/N. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, twisting slightly from side to side as he slid his other hand into her hair.
“You do look nice, baby,” he ran his nose along her neck, making her shiver, “I could literally just eat you up.”
She giggled, holding on to his shoulders, “Negan,”
He growled, nibbling on her neck, making her laugh loudly.
“Have your bag packed?” He asked, against her neck.
She hummed softly, holding his head in place, “Yes.”
Patting her ass, he placed a kiss on her pulse, “Let’s get rollin’ then baby.”
He grabbed her bag, more than ready to get her alone.
“You still haven’t said where we’re going, Negan,” Y/N said, her heels clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides.
He slowed, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, “It’s a surprise, babe, so quit asking.”
Taking her to the truck, he quickly was on the road, not wanting a fuckin’ thing to stop him.
Every now and again, Negan would glance over at Y/N to see her staring out the window.
There wasn’t much to look at; the occasional Walker and desolate land. Her quietness unnerved him.
Taking his hand, he placed it on her knee, pulling her dress upward so he could get a peek of her thigh.
She looked over at him, smiling.
“How about I pull this truck over and we have some fuckin’ fun?”
Her laugh lifted his spirits, calmning his nerves.
“Nope, no way.” She said, stroking the top of his hand.
“Aww, c'mon Doll, why not?”
In prim and posh British accent she said, “Because I’m a lady, that’s why.”
They laughed, Y/N scooching over in the seat to rest against him.
Pulling up to the gates of Alexandria, Y/N shot him a look.
“What?” He asked, his innocence failing miserably.
“Don’t be rude, Negan… please?” She asked, sticking out her bottom lip.
“Uhg, I hate it when you pull the doe eyed look, baby.”
The smile that took over her face told him that she knew she won.
He sighed, shuting the truck off and getting out, “Wait here.”
Rick opened the gate, looking pissed.
“Rick the Prick! How the hell are ya!?” Negan asked, his arms out stretched.
Rick stood there, hand on his belt and tapping his foot, “Very last house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Other two homes are vacant. You’ll have your privacy.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Negan turned his attention to the truck.
Rick followed his gaze, then looked back to Negan.
With his fingers crossed, he leaned back slightly, “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be some freaky deaky tonight!”
He laughed loudly, heading back to the car.
Rick moved out of the way, letting Negan drive through, then slammed the gate shut.
When Negan pulled up to the house, he heard Y/N gasp.
“Wow,” she breathed, getting out of the truck to stare at the two story home.
Negan’s nerves were getting the best of him again. Getting out of the truck, he kept twirling and jiggling the keys, watching Y/N’s reaction.
“Can we go inside?” She asked.
“Huh? Well shit, Darlin’! Sorry!” He took her hand, leading her up the porch and into the house.
“Holy smokes!” She gasped in awe, when they entered the house.
Negan shut the door and led her to a room that he knew for a fact she’d go nuts over.
“Ah! None of that shit woman!” He scolded, opening the door that they were in front of.
He swept his hand into the room, “Ta da!”
Her mouth agape, she placed a hand over her heart, “It has a study!?”
Lined from wall to wall was a small library. She was forever fuckin’ reading, anything from romance books to medical texts.
“Think you’ll be alright in here while I get cleaned up?” Negan asked.
He smiled, leaving her with her thoughts.
As Negan looked in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side after his shower.
Yup, he was about to take the plunge. The shit that veen growing on his face was finally coming off. It was just a little surprise for Y/N.
After applying some shaving cream, he carefully used the straight razor, ridding his face of his beard.
Once it was all done, he stared at his reflection.
Goddamn it had been forever since he was beard free. He’d nearly forgotten what he looked like.
Negan dressed in a clean white tshirt and jeans, forgoing any socks or shoes.
Going down stairs to the kitchen, he began to cook Y/N’s favorite meal, Spaghetti.
He’d been cooking for about an hour when Y/N came into the kitchen, her nose in a book.
“Neg-ahhhhh!” She hollered, dropping the book.
Her hands cupped over her mouth as she rushed over to him, “What did you do!?” She asked.
“You don’t like it?” He asked her.
Closing his eyes at the feel of her warm fingers caressing his cheeks; he had to admit that it was giving him one hell of a stiffy.
“I love it… It’s different, but I love it,”
He smiled, the deepness of his dimples now more prominent.
“Gimmie a fuckin’ kiss baby,” he growled softly.
He noticed that her heels were off since she stood on her tiptoes.
Palming her ass with one hand and the other craddling her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her.
She gasped as he moved his smooth lips over hers, no beard hair in sight to prick her fuckable mouth.
Her moan was deep and loud as he ran his tounge against hers.
She pulled back with an audible smack as their lips broke apart.
“Wow,” she breathed, her thumbs running over his dimples.
Negan licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows, “Just wait until I eat you out, baby.”
He laughed as she blushed and dodged a smack from her hand.
Going to the stove, he stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce. Negan took the wooden spoon out, carefully tasting it.
“Hmmmm mmmm!” He moaned, bending at the knees.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, Y/N, holding the spoon up to her mouth.
He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and couldn’t help but to reach down and adjust himself.
Damn those lips and that mouth was going to be the death of him.
Her eyes closed as her tounge licked away the extra sauce, “Oh God!”
“Good huh?” He chuckled.
She nodded, “You have no idea. It’s been forever since I’ve had homemade spaghetti!”
“Now you see, baby? I know you so damn well!” He bragged, going back to the stove to drain the noodles.
“Yeah, you do.” She said, softly.
As they sat at the table, Negan thought of other ways to let her know that she was it for him.
His good mood and banter had calmed a bit since they began eatting. He was lost in his own thoughts, a place he didn’t like going to very often.
Twirling some food on his fork, he jumped when he felt her foot tickle his ankle.
She giggled, happiness making her eyes light up.
He gently poked at her foot with his toes, laughing as she exclaimed that what he was doing was tickling her.
It was times like this that he was happy about sending away the other women and getting away from the Sanctuary.
He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but in a way, he believed he didn’t deserve it. After all the shit he put Lucille through? Hell, he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Y/N if she wanted to take off.
Negan had moved his plate to the side, not in the mood to eat anymore.
Out of his peripheral, he saw her hand rest on his.
“I love you, Negan.” She said it so softly, he thought he had misheard.
He swallowed the lump in his throat; he could do this.
“Love you too, Y/N… have since the day you turned my life upside down.”
His brows bunched, realizing that that didn’t come out right, but she seemed to have understood.
Relief coursed through him as she smiled sweetly at him.
“C'mere baby.” He patted his lap.
She stood, going over to him and straddling his lap. Her dress had ridden up, revealing her pantie covered core.
Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard.
She responded well with the rough kiss, her head slightly bobbing with his as their lips and tounges moved with one another.
He gripped her ass, pulling her more into his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding against his erection.
“Jesus fuck, baby!” He panted as her lips sucked greedily on his neck.
Lightly tugging on her hair, he brought her mouth back to his, licking at her lips as he growled into the kiss.
Y/N placed her hands under his shirt, her nails slightly clawing at his hairy chest.
She whimpered, pulling back to gasp for air.
Craddling the back of her head, Negan kissed her ear, “I fuckin’ love the shit outta you Doll.”
His voice was deep, dropping the more turned on he became.
Taking his middle finger, ran it across the seam of her panties, “And this pussy? Baby, I’m goin’ fuck the hell out of this pussy. Everyone,” he bit down on her lobe, soothing the sting with his tounge, “and I mean everyone will know this pussy belongs to me.”
She tilted her head back, moaning, “Oh God,”
Negan took hold of her chin, making sure that she was looking into his eyes, “No baby, not God… Negan.”