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.
*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.