rick is a prick

Rick Sanchez can canonically transfer his mind into any person or species. He could transfer his consciousness into a gem.

And since Rick and Morty exists in a multiverse, and both it and SU are owned by Time Warner, there’s a universe where the world and events of SU happened.

So hypothetically, Rick can transfer his mind into a gem, travel to the SU universe, and then fuse with Pearl.

And since the Rick and Morty multiverse is infinite, there’s a version of the universe where it already happened.

Prick is canon

Only You

Warnings: Language. Negan.  smut. (unprotected)

Request:  Negan has had just the worst day. He’s tired mad and all he wants is a relaxing night with one of his wives. But when he goes to the wives parlor the only one left is a sleepy reader. She’s the only one that waited up for him with his favorite drink. He invites her into his room as a reward and as the sleepy sex is going on he comes to the shocking realization that the reader may be the only one who actually loves him for him.He recounts all of the selfless things that the reader has done since becoming his wife. I would like it to end in sleepy cuddles and with this quote “Those other bitches may be stuck as my wives but you’re my queen baby doll.” - @irenewolfland

A/N: I loved writing this one!!! Thank you for sending in!! 

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*Negan’s PoV*

Today has been the goddamn worst fuckin’ day that I’ve had in a long time, Negan thought to himself as the walked down the corridors of the sanctuary. First the damn trucks wouldn’t start this morning when we were going to pick up our weekly supplies from the communities that were under his control. Then Rick the prick had a stick shoved up is ass. Of course Alexandria was short and Rick was mad at him for that, please. There wasn’t much problems at the hilltop though. Gregory was being the usual ass kisser he was. 

The real problem came on the ride back home. Some one decided to leave their duty of redirect and they had to sit the damn heat for nearly two hours while a hoard made its way across the road. He was livid. He was tired. All he wanted to do was spend the night screwing one of his wives. 

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Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.


Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count 1,949

Part one

The first time I came face to face with the man who ripped our community, no not community, family, he ripped our family apart. Because that is what we are….were at least. I’m not quiet sure where I fit in that anymore.

A family.

We may not of all started out in this new world knowing each other but it was that, that kept us different from them.

Us against the world.

Us against the walkers.

Us against them. The saviors.

At least that is what I thought.

The first time I came face to face with him was not when he tore Abraham and Glen from our family and almost took Carls hand.  

It wasn’t when he arrived early and took so much of our stuff only to burn all of the mattresses just outside of town. I had watched the smoke blow in the wind as I hid, keeping a safe distance.

No that time you had managed to escape over the fence with Enid, cradling a sleeping Judith in your arms. Your innocent baby sister who you wish didn’t have to grow up in this cruel cruel world. Not that is was much better before when you think of it. Too many wars, terrorists and fate itself was a pretty cruel bitch.

Because before the apocalypse hadn’t been the best time for me and now… well now I had just been going through the motions. Trying to keep my self and my family alive. Dad, Carl and Judith and everyone else in Alexandria. It was important.

There was a time that feels like a whole other life, when at the prison we had been safe and secure for a while but it got attacked and I ended up being on my own for several weeks.
I had contemplated just ending it all. All I had to do was find a working gun with bullets and I could of made sure I never become one of them. A walker.

But Daryl found me when he was searching for Beth and I knew that I had to keep on going. Find everyone and get through this. You had too. At least that is what I told myself over and over again, every single day. Every-single-day.

It was a couple of week after they had first come and The saviours were due to arrive in two days once again.

Rick and Michonne were out on a run. They had said they were going to go out pretty far to try and find something to stop him using his sadistic baseball bat again. 

It was only time though before it happened. 

You knew it and the fact that everyone else around you thought that if you just carried on giving them what they wanted it was going to be ok. There was only so much that was going to keep them happy. One day soon enough they weren’t going to be happy with what they were being presented with by us and everyone would be on their knees again. They would always want more and more and more until there was nothing left to give.

My Dad thinks that he can beat them. Over power them somehow. Get an army to fight. He won’t listen to me. It won’t work.

I had dealt with psychos like Negan and his bunch of merry men when I had been living in Los Angeles. A shiver goes down my spine as I think back to living there. On the West Coast. My old life.

If Dad hadn’t been shot that is where I would of been when all of this happened. If Shane hadn’t called me to come home the way he had, begging for me to see the man who I hadn’t spoken to in five years I probably never would of set eyes on my family again.
I often wonder if Mum is alive back West. She was the reason I went there In the first place.
In my heart I know she can’t be. She wasn’t strong enough to be.

Truth be told I think thats what Dad sees when he looks at me sometimes, I can see it behind his eyes. Why he is reluctant for me to leave and go on runs or every time the saviours arrive he breaks his neck to get me out of sight. He thinks I’m weak just like her. He doesn’t even know me really. He never tried too.  

“Carl don’t make me tell you again!” You shouted across the street as your grumpy younger brother stomped away shaking his head. He was just like Rick. Stubborn and determined.

Rolling my eyes I turned back to Judith who was tenderly taking some steps as she clung to the railings on the porch.

Enid came out of the open front door, drying her hands on a towel.

“Whats up with him?” She asked before sitting down on the top step.

“He wants to go to hilltop” I told her staying on the path, turning my head in his direction once again as he carried on retreating “I told him he needs to wait for them to get back”

“You know he is probably going to just go? Right?”

“Yep!” But at least I had told him not to go. I couldn’t stop him if he wanted to. What was I going to do tie him up and throw him in that cell Morgon had built? Hell no.

“Maybe I should…” but Enid got cut off as a loud honking nose sounded by the gates

“THE SAVIORS ARE HERE!!!!!” You heard Rosita shout from the lookout point.

Shit!” You turned around quickly and pulled your baby sister into your arms “Enid we have to get out of here!” Rick didn’t want Negan to get his hands on Judith.

She didn’t speak just nodded and grabbed my arm as we ran over to the wall so we could get out quickly.

You could hear loud trucks pulling up close to the house as you moved. Shit.

“Quicker” You whisper shouted as Enid struggled to pin the foot grips in place. Why are they here? It was too early. Dad wasn’t even back yet… what were they going to take? Oh this is bad. So fucking bad.

“GET EVERYONE OUT HERE ITS TIME FOR A PARTY!!!!!” A loud voice boomed on what sounded like a loud speaker.

“Enid!!” There was no way you were going to make it out of here.

“I got it. I got it!!” She blew out a breath as she took began to climb upwards.

“Take Judith” I didn’t give her a chance to refuse. I knew there was a chance she was going to be the only one making it out over the wall.

She looked at me with a questioning gaze however didn’t speak and just took the tiny girl who was looking concerned at what we were doing. She stayed quiet though. She always did.

A voice started to get louder as the saviours were shouting for people to get outside of the houses.

“GO!!!” You shouted at Enid who hadn’t moved.

She had to get Judith out of here there was no chance you could take on them getting a hand on her. Rick would never forgive you. You would never forgive you.

Watching her get to the top I started my own climb thinking maybe I could make it out of here however I had to stop when one of them came into my vision. He hadn’t seen me yet but I knew I couldn’t make it over the wall without being seen and then they would get her.

“Go please” you whispered “Keep her safe” before planting my feet back onto the floor once again and taking some steps away from the wall so they wouldn’t put two and two together. God I hope they get away fast.

He spotted you then. Dressed all in black he pointed his gun in your direction.

“You! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Trying to escape?” he was standing in front of you now. The dirt on his clothes noticeable.

Ignoring his question I blurted out “What are you even doing here? You’re early!” Trying to change the subject. Maybe he would forget about the wall.

“Shut the fuck up!” He roughly grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the front of the house.

You could see that the road was now full with our people and theirs. Fuck.

His grip was becoming tighter and tighter. Without a doubt leaving bruises under your shirt sleeve.

“Oi arsehole no need to be so goddamn rough!” I tried tugging my arm out of his grip but this only caused him to squeeze harder. Fuck.

“Shut up” he said through gritted teeth.

He finally came to a stop and you could see Olivia looking with wide eyes at you. Mentally I was shouting that Judith was safe but didn’t dare breath a word and just nodded my head in her direction before looking away quickly.

Boss found this one trying to escape over the wall” You rolled your eyes at this.

“You did not” technically I wasn’t on the wall when he found me.

“I already told you to shut up!” He roughly tugged your arm again.

A dark laugh caught you off guard and whipping my head around I finally came face to face with him. Negan. I knew it couldn’t be anyone else.

Towering over everyone in a black leather jacket.

“Well look-ie here!” He cheered rising that wire covered baseball bat in the air “We’ve got a fucking live one!”

You didn’t dare speak as he finally came to a stop right in front of you, you could practically feel his breath on your face.

“Who the hell are you? Are you new?” He placed the bat on his shoulder “ ‘cause I know damn well I would of remembered seeing you around here before” he raised his brows suggestively.

Staying silent I just looked him in the eyes. Hazel meets y/e/c.

Damn” he clicked his tongue “Now if I didn’t know any better I would think that Rick was standing right here with that fucking stink eye he loves to give me, I know you had to learn that shit from him” laughing he turned his back to you “Now stop being so god damn rude!” He shouted making you jump before turning to face you again.

He came closer. Nose to nose.

“What is your name?” You could smell tobacco on his breath mixed with mint as he spoke.

Taking a large gulp you said loud enough for him to hear but not anyone else “y/n”

“Well helllllllllooooo y/n” he winked at you before giving you lop sided smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Shaking his head he stood back up straight and pointed the bat in Spencer’s direction “Where is Rick the Prick?” As he walked away I let out a large breath. Damn “Now I know he doesn’t want to keep me waiting” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice “No he most certainly does not

“He’s on a run” you spoke up before Spencer could. Pulling Negan’s attention back to you once again “He won’t be back till tomorrow at the earliest”

“Is that right?” He asked eyeing you from where he stood showing no expression on his face “Well that simply will not do” oh god “No that will most certainly not do!”

You could feel everyone tense as he began swinging his weapon from side to side as the anger rose in him.



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Title: Rug Burn

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

For @i-am-negan-trash

Negan laughed, his back bending as he flicked Lucille upward, “Aren’t you just the funniest little shit!?” he asked, Carl.

The boy had mouthed off to him again, but he couldn’t find it in him to retaliate.

He straightened back up, the smile slowly melting into a “Don’t fuck with me,” grin.

“Now, which one of you shits can show me to Y/N Ward’s house?”

When no one answered, Negan cracked his neck, “It really wouldn’t do any good if I lost my cool,” he warned.

Carl rolled his eye, letting out a small growl, “She’s this way,”

“Atta boy!”

Negan followed the teenager, giddy at seeing the one woman who could sate him.

They were lovers before the apocalypse and he often wondered if she had made it. When he found her at Alexandria, he couldn’t believe it.

Upon returning to the Sanctuary, none of his wives could scratch the itch. Only Y/N seemed to be the one that could reach it.

Taking two steps at a time, he passed Carl and turned around, “Get a move on, kid. I got it from here,”

“You best not hurt her,” Carl warned.

Negan chuckled, “Ya got balls boy, I give ya that. Now git!”

Once Carl walked away, Negan knocked and leaned against the door jam.

The door opened and there she stood. Tank top, shorts and sneakers.

Goddamn did she look edible!

Her eyes widened, her mouth agape. Quickly she snapped her mouth shut and looked around.

“Lookin’ for your boyfriend, Rick the Prick?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

At that comment, the shock faded, only to be replaced with annoyance, “I’m not seeing him or anyone. Nor have a I slept with anyone, Negan,”

“Good,” he grinned, “Because I missed ya,”

She sighed, folding her arms.

“You gonna invite me in, Y/N?” Negan licked his lips.

Silently, she moved out of the way so that he could step in.

Swinging Lucille in a circle as he entered her home, he saw how clean and plush the white carpeting was.

“So how’s it goin’ Y/N?” he asked, looking around.

He turned and waited for her answer.

“Just surviving,” she shrugged.

He nodded, propping Lucille against the couch. He took off his jacket, then his boots and socks.

The second his toes connected with carpet, he sighed, closing his eyes at the soft feel.

When he reopened them, he found Y/N blushing and biting her bottom lip as she watched him.

“See somethin you like, Y/N?” he smiled, perching himself on the arm of her couch.

Hesitantly, she nodded, “Yeah.”

Negan held a hand out to her, “C'mere, Y/N,”

She went to him. The familiar feel of her skin had him wanting her more. She was shaking though.

“You know I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, quietly.

She swallowed, looking up at him with teary eyes, “I know you wouldn't…”


“But I don’t want to be kicked from the community.”

“The fuck would that happen for!?” he asked, his brow bunching.

“If I give in to you, I’ll probably be kicked out.”

“Fuck that! No, you fuckin’ won’t be kicked out!”

“How can you be so sure?” she asked, sighing when his arms wrapped around her waist.

Negan leaned in, kissing her neck between each word, “Because, I won’t let it happen,”

She moaned, tilting her head farther to the side at the feel of his tongue. Her hands held on to his shoulders, her legs becoming weak at his attention.

Running his nose up her neck, he inhaled her scent, “Jesus, you still smell fucking fantastic,”

Holding his bearded face in her palms after his compliment, she closed the gap between them.

With as quiet as the house was since Y/N lived alone, their gasps sounded like shouts in the practically bare living room.

Tilting his head to the right with a slight bob, Negan reconnected their lips with lusty pulls.

His hands slipped underneath her shirt, gliding up her back. He met the resistance of her bra and quickly had it unhooked, the underwire cups giving way to her bare breasts.

He pulled back, slowly lifting her tank top and throwing it to the side. Next, he rid her of her loose bra.

He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts moving with each breath she took. Needing to feel those soft nipples against his skin, he removed his shirt.

Negan pulled Y/N between his legs, flush against his chest. They both moaned at the contact.

Diving right in, Negan started at her clavicle, kissing his way down to taste a the pale flesh of her breast.

Y/N threw her head back, holding Negan’s head as he slowly rolled his tongue around her hardened nipple, then suckling the areola into his mouth.

With a wet suck, Negan pulled his head back, her breast falling from his mouth. He cupped it, bringing it back to flick the tip of his tongue over it again.

He could feel Y/N squeezing her thighs together, as she tried to find some sort of friction.

While paying homage to her other breast, he popped the button on her shorts and pulled down the zipper. He wasted no time dipping his fingers into her panties.

She bent forward, gripping his shoulders as his middle and index finger teased her, spreading her wetness to her clit.

“Christ, Negan!” she moaned.

Negan chuckled, looking up at her, “You are so damn wet, baby. I knew you missed me!”

“Negan,” she warned, her hips rolling in his palm.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers from her, yanking her pants down her legs.

Negan stood, unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants. They fell from his waist, pooling at his bare feet. Even in the apocalypse he went commando.

Y/N licked her lips making Negan tsk, “No way, baby,” he went to her, hoisting her up while dipping her backwards to lay her out on the carpet.

“I’m gonna bury myself so deep in that sweet pussy, that I won’t ever want to leave,”

“Promises, promises,” she moaned, feeling the head of his shaft brush over her wet, lower lips.

She gripped him, rubbing the helmet of his length through her wetness, then positioning him at her entrance.

Negan sank into her, groaning at the heat that enveloped him.

“Just like I remember,” he panted, moving in and out at a slow pace.

Y/N bit her lip, softly crying out at the friction of his happy trail, “Harder,”

He grinned, hiking her leg up higher to go deeper. Negan snapped his hips, slow and hard.

Hard enough that Y/N was being moved against the carpet.

Her breasts bounced with each deliciously hard thrust. Their skin slapped together, their sweat and fluids mixing together.

Negan could feel her nearing her orgasm, her keening cries getting louder with each pound of his hard length.

“Faster, Negan. Please,” she pleaded, cupping her breasts.

Balling his hands into fists, he planted them at her hips, pulling his torso up slightly.

The angle changed as his hips were lifted and going as fast as they could thrust.

“Yes, yes! Just like that!” Y/N called out.

“Come on baby, show me what I’ve been missing.”

Her back bowed off of the floor, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Negan pulled out just to his head and thrusted one last time, coming hard.

He collapsed slowly on top of Y/N, his head resting on her shoulder.

Their breathing was heavy, their bodies slicked with sweat.

“Fuckin’ hell, Sweetheart,” Negan laughed.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, playing with the wet curls at the nape of his neck.

He rolled off of her once he softened, landing on his back with a groan.

Watching Y/N sit up, he hissed at the red marks on her back.

“What?” she asked, turning her head at him.

The second his fingers ran over the red marks, her back bowed at the sting.

“Rug burn, baby,” he said, wincing at the marks.

Her mouth curled into a sinister grin. Twisting her hips, she got up and straddled Negan.

He was already getting hard again. Holding him up, she sank down onto his semi-erect member, nestling him inside of her.

Holding her waist as she leaned down, she licked at his lips, “I’m not going to be the only one with rug burn,”

Negan laughed, running his hands down to her ass, where he gave a hefty squeeze.


Guys My Age

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan visits Alexandria to get under your father’s skin. Instead he finds you with a guy in your bedroom which cause his rage to unleash.

Warnings: Language and Negan’s vulgarness.

Cause you hold me like a woman, in way I’ve never felt before. And it makes me wanna hold on, and it makes me wanna be all yours. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me, don’t know how touch me, don’t know how to love me good.

“So, what’s the deal with that one asshole, Negan?” Carter responded flatly as his fingers brushed along the numerous sight of romance novels that rested in your book shelf; analyzing the different titles.

You snickered to yourself. In fact, he was an asshole but a ridiculously attractive asshole that you couldn’t keep out of your head. In all honesty, you were beginning to become concerned of how and why you found him so captivating. For crying out loud, he murdered both Abe and Glenn who were like uncles to you.

“There’s not much to say. He killed Abraham and Glenn. That’s pretty self explanatory.” You stated bitterly as you stood from your bedside, flipping your silky, defined curls to the opposite side of your cranium.

Lately, if anyone insulted Negan, you blew up in an instant. Though, you chose to believe it was simply a crush on an older man that most girls your age were known to have. But it was quite an age gap considering you were in your early twenties, him looking as if he were in his mid forties.

He chuckled in amusement at your bizarre behavior, walking towards you with a toothy grin. “I know that. Are you alright, (Y/N)?”

You nodded your head nonchalantly. You definitely did not want to give him the idea that speaking negatively of Negan offended you in any way.

“Yes, I’m fine. I think you should go. I don’t think Carl or my dad will be back tonight.” You responded calmly, gesturing towards the door with a slight smile.

You didn’t want to give him the impression you were rude, but having Carl’s friend up in your bedroom was more than awkward.

You watched as a sly smirk plastered along his face, a look of lust embedded in his dark eyes. “I don’t get a goodbye kiss, baby doll?”

You instantly scoffed, widening your eyes at his sudden outburst.

“Carter, what the hell? You’re my brother’s friend. I just thought you and I were good friends.” You pointed out with a disgusted expression as you folded your arms over your petite chest.

He chuckled dryly, his tongue coming in contact with his bottom lip.

Baby, you told me Carl wasn’t here, then led me up to your room. To me, that seems like you wanted to mess around.” He replied with no remorse in his tone, seductively grazing his finger tips along the smooth, exposed skin of your lower abdomen.

You instantly furrowed your eyebrows, pursing your full lips angrily at the audacity he had appeared to expose towards you.

“I was only being nice. I wasn’t trying to sleep with you, dumbass. You’re a year younger than me.”

He laughed at your comment, “What? You like older guys? Shit, what do they have that I don’t?”

He forcefully grabbed your waist, pulling you against his body hungrily.

Even though he was younger, he was much more stronger than you which was an astonishment to you.

“Carter, fucking stop.” You hissed through gritted teeth, suddenly feeling his rough lips against yours.

Abruptly, you heard several loud knocks at the door causing you to jump out of your skin.

“I need to answer the door.” You growled impatiently, clawing his chest in order for him to release you.

“One more kiss.” He suggested with an arrogant smirk, placing more kisses along your lips that were moist from his salvia.

Once you gave in and kissed him back, you heard whistling that was familiar to you.

Rick! Where the fuck are you, prick?”


Your stomach instantly churned from nervousness and excitement.

“Oh my god, Negan.” You muttered in fright, motioning for him to get off you.

Your door slung open where Negan was welcomed to a guy with his hands all over you.

“N-Negan.” You gasped in embarrassment causing Carter to instantly bolt towards the door until Negan stopped him by pressing the very tip of Lucille against his skull.

“Well, damn baby girl, I was stopping by to greet your father and his minion’s, but realize they’re gone and I find you instead with a boy up in hands all over that irresistible, little body. Do you know how fucking pissed that makes me? Or how pissed your daddy’o would be?” He pressed Lucille against Carter’s skull once more, lifting his head with the bat higher.

“Man, I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Please let me go.” Carter pleaded with tears in his eyes from the fear of what Negan was capable of.

Negan chuckled in amusement, “What a pussy. (Y/N), baby, why would you want a little boy like this when you can have a man?”

Your heart fluttered with anxiety as you watched the scenario play before your eyes. “Negan, just let him go.”

As much as you couldn’t stand Carter, you didn’t want to see him die in humiliation in front of the two of you.

A chuckle escaped his mouth as a smirk formed along his pink lips. “Fine. Asshole, go sit outside on the porch. I’ll meet you in a bit out there and we’ll have a little chat.”

Carter instantly bolted out the door where Negan stood, placing his weight onto Lucille as his eyes skimmed over your figure lustfully.

“You know, Negan, I don’t want him,” You began as you bit your lower lip shyly.

He watched in amazement, a smirk laying upon his lips. “Why’s that?”

“Guys my age don’t know how to treat me, but I know you could.”

He smirked devilishly, his large gloved hand caressing your rosy cheek.

“Princess, I can do many, many damn things that a little boy couldn’t do for you.”

Your heart pounded anxiously as he wrapped his arms around your tiny waist, beginning to tease you by barely pressing his lips against yours.

“Do you want me to show you? You know, if you’re agreeable to it.” He inquired, slouching back with his usual smirk.

“I do.” You purred, allowing him to drop you onto your desk.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips greeted yours sensually, his fingers tangling in your thick locks of hair.

“Negan.” You gasped in satisfaction causing him to place his finger against your lips to make you silent.

“Wait, that little bitch..Carter, is it?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he waited for a reply.

“He’s waiting out there for a chat and Lucille is thirsty.” You watched as a twisted smirk toyed upon his lips as he gripped Lucille, walking out of your bedroom.

Kneel [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Sooo after what everyone has been posting.. can i get a super filthy rick smut where the reader is younger and calls him daddy and he tells her to get on her knees.. angrily? ;)

Here you go anon! Hope you enjoy!💘

Words: 1,217

Warnings: SMUT, Oral Sex (male receiving), Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Rough Sex, Daddy Kink

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post! I have had a TON of schoolwork to catch up on! And it’s a bit on the short side, BUT it is like 99.9% smut! 💜

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