#lucille sharpe x oc

[vlkyriesgf]

Hi I was wondering if I could request Valkyrie x reader, we’re reader tries to hide an injury but valk finds out anyway

her patchwork // valkyrie x fem!reader

a/n: this fic is based during the events of thor love and thunder, when gorr first attacked to be specific :) also i based the reader’s time in sakaar, power+weapon off of lucille (my mcu insert) but this isn’t an oc fic i swear;;

summary: injured during the attack on new asgard, you feel it’s better off to hide your wounds and treat it yourself rather than make a big deal about it. an insistent king begs to differ.

warnings: wound + blood mention, lots of fluff and banter, nurse val bc she gets me weak in the knees

word count: 2k bruh

Fire, smoke and panic.

It’s what filled your head as you tried to process the attack that just happened upon New Asgard.

“Are you alright? Is everyone okay?” you asked aloud in alarm. You help someone up from the ground and grab your whip along the way. Rising up, all you hear is murmurs about how ruined the new village looks.

You feel a sharp pain on your side, taking a look you notice a small slash that’s still fairly new and bleeding. You’re not sure exactly when you got it, you didn’t really feel anything as you were full of adrenaline during battle. Putting some pressure on it, you examine other places on your body to see for more injuries, which was only a few cuts on one of your arms.

You look up and see Valkyrie announcing something in the distance you can’t quite make out, though it regards to staying strong and assistance on village clean up. She scans the crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of you, for a sign that you're alive and okay.

Valkyrie sees you cover something on yourself in the distance, briefly making eye contact with her before portaling away. She assumes you went to the town hall and decides to head there as well.

While Valkyrie takes off on Warsong, you choose to head back home to tend your wounds, hoping she won’t notice your absence.

Entering the shared home, you grab some first aid supplies and head straight to the bedroom. You toss your whip on the bed before going in and turning on the light in the bathroom.

You take a look in the mirror and you’re completely disheveled, spotted with a mix of dirt and a little blood. Never in your life you would’ve thought that taking off a shirt would be painful.

Taking a rag and wetting it, you start to dab on the cuts and make your way around the slightly bigger slash, wincing in the process.

After the meeting, Valkyrie comes in the house a little panicked since she didn’t see you in the town hall. “Kjære are you home?” she loudly asks.

Making her way to the room it’s completely dark, the only light coming from the closed bathroom.She grabs hold of the small knife in her pocket as a precaution as she slowly opens the door.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, seeing you mid-dabbing around the wound in your sports bra along with your shirt hung on the sink. You quickly stop what your doing and grab your shirt to cover your wound.

Staring at her blankly for a few seconds, and unable to think of a lie “Nothing! It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” you tell her as you slowly close the door on her.

You lean back against the sink hoping she bought it in some crazy way as you hear her sigh from the other side.

“I’m coming in.” Val opens the door to you leaning on the sink and still covering the small wound with your shirt.

“I didn’t see you at the meeting. Why didn’t you go to the infirmary?” she asks firmly but genuinely.

“Didn’t think of it. Let’s go there now.” you reply quickly, rushing past her with your shirt still in one arm.

With quick thinking, she grabs your whip from the bed and flings it towards your forearm, wrapping around it delicately.

You weren’t even halfway to the bedroom door when you were pulled by your own weapon. Gliding towards the Asgardian king, your bodies flushed together.

“Ow.” you say in a genuine tone with a dash of sarcasm. While you were trying to make fun of the situation, the fast movement did make your wound a little more painful.

“Sorry, but there’s absolutely no chance I’m letting my most precious perle leave this house like that.” Val chuckles out. Softly letting your arm free of your weapon, she slightly lifts it and absolutely gushes from how your hand fits perfectly with hers.

“Here, lemme take a look at you.” Valkyrie uses her other hand to lift and cup your face, letting her see for any more smaller injuries. Ever the protector your Valkyrie.

Her eyes were like stars to you, always wanting to gaze at them as they shine. You see a small shade of red form on her cheeks from your eyes resting on her face. You love how she gets all gentle and worked up when it comes to you, though a concern of yours is that it may put her in danger one day.

“How is it you keep hiding yourself when you’re in this state? I’ll find and treat you regardless.” she tells you while rubbing some blood from a cut on your lips, making it turn into a lovesick smile.

“Well I did the same on Sakaar and I didn’t see you rush to my aid until you got all soft for me” you tease.

“And with someone giving me that mindset for two years, it kinda stuck with me”

“You’ll never let that go will you?” she chuckles, releasing you from her embrace.

“Sit down, let me help you.” she tells you while she gets the supplies you brought to fix you up.

“Hey it’s no big deal, I can do it by myself quickly and we can get back out there just as fast.” you say, backing up from her a bit.

“Again with this? You realize that eventually you can’t do everything by yourself, especially when you’re hurt. Plus, the more you bicker the faster that wound of yours can get infected” she scoffs out at you.

Valkyrie finds you a small space from her, staring at her hands full of the supplies. There’s obviously no use of arguing about it, you just have to keep reminding yourself that moments like this will happen. Because of the genuine kindness and caring acts you showed her on Sakaar, it showed Valkyrie that she’s able to move on and care for others again, when it involves you at least.

There’s a crazed god butcher on the loose, fighting about this, about cleaning some wounds is just making him go closer to completing his plan.

She sighs as she puts everything on the nightstand, grabbing your hands and leading you towards the bed for you both to finally sit. “Listen, I could just let this get infected and that would suck for you wouldn’t it?”

You look up at her confused of how blunt she was in her words, then realizing she’s messing with you after a few seconds.

“I don’t want us to fight about this okay?” you notice that her tone in the end made her words into her plea.

“The same way you fawn over me when I’m hurt, you should let me be the same way to you. I need my special girl intact and strong. If it helps you be out at ease, getting everything ready to go will take a few hours so this won’t take long.”

You feel her thumb rubbing the back of your hand and you sigh in defeat as you both knew that the action would make you give in.

“Fine, do what you will to patch me up doctor- or your majesty” you tell her as you move your arm away so that she has a clear area to work on.

“Oh now she’s speaking to me and funny one-liners too?” she quips, reaching for the supplies next to her.

You rolled your eyes at her witty response, “I thought they were always funny!” you tell her, the both of you already leaving the argument behind.

Placing the first aid stuff between the two of you, she starts on the the more important wound on your torso. Continuing where you left off, she finishes cleaning around the wound then puts an antibiotic cream, flinching every time you wince.

You shift your weight to your arms and lean back, watching her work her own magic. Valkyrie looks up at you every so often to see that you’re watching her with admiration as she fixes you up, her cheeks again turning a lovely, light shade of red.

“Before you say anything, yes I was careful this time.” you softly say, breaking the silence.

She laughs as she places an adhesive pad big enough to cover your slash “Actually I was planning to go on about how you should’ve stayed by me but I guess that puts me at ease as well.”

Valkyrie lifts up her head and double checks if the pad is on correctly, softly pressing her fingers on all corners. “It should take a while to heal which is pretty obvious. Alright now for you arm, giv’it here.” she says, her soft and quiet tone making her voice slightly raspy.

Your arms aren’t as bad, she inspects your cuts and starts to trace random patterns around them. “You’re just littered with bruises and cuts, how come you got more than me?” she asks.

“Are we turning the amount of injuries we get into a competition now?” answering her question with another, moving one of her braids from her face and placing it behind her ear.

“No of course not, you just look like you’ve fought in more battles than me that’s all. Just trying to make it aware which one of us fought more” she kids, going again for the antibiotic cream to apply it on the smaller cuts, making you wince.

“Yeah, it doesn’t sound like a competition at all.” your attention goes back to watching Valkyrie grabbing a bandage wrap to cover the injured area.

“Oh hush it did not sting that much.” she says as she’s wrapping your arm.

“I know this may seem a bit excessive but it’ll help trust me.” she tells you endearingly, making sure it’s wrapped securely. Valkyrie looks up back at you seeing you looking over her patchwork.

She lifts up your face towards hers once more to place a butterfly strip across a singular cut around your brow, you don’t have enough willpower to not stare at her as she does so.

“I do trust you, you know that Val” is all that comes out from your lovesick mouth, caused by the closeness of your faces.

“Alright min kjære we’re done” she says, rubbing your chin. She raises your hand again to kiss your covered palm.

Using this to your advantage, you decided that it was your turn to lift up her face. Fervently kissing her, you try to pour in the same amount of care and affection as she did as she took care of you.

Both of you pulling away, you hope that it showed how much you appreciated what she did for you. Valkyrie seems to have gotten the message as she leaves her forehead pressed against yours to cherish the moment.

She gives a love struck sigh “If we weren’t about to ride away on Thor’s janky bifrost, I’d definitely want to stay in with you.”

“I completely forgot about that. We have to go out and help them now Val” you say in disbelief, somewhat ashamed that you forgot about the children Gorr took.

“Don’t worry love, there’s still plenty to do before we leave.” Val tells you as she picks up the used first aid supplies and puts it away.

You get up from the bed and try to put on your suit without having the bandage pad on your side lift up. Grabbing your whip, you shake off the pain and walk to the door, waiting for Valkyrie to get ready.

She comes up to you after a few minutes already in her armor and grabs your hand as you both make you way out of the house. Valkyrie feels you softly squeeze her hand followed by your thumb rubbing on it. She gently squeezes it back as you felt the acknowledgment in that small yet meaningful gesture.

Valkyrie is acutely aware of how much you really love and care for her and you know she feels the same, you don’t know how it can be any better sharing your life with her. Walking towards the modified ship, the both of you are oblivious to what’s coming as you face Gorr head on but knowing you’ll stay at each other’s side no matter what.

#nats novels #valkyrie x reader #reader x valkyrie #valkyrie imagine #valkyrie x you #valkyrie mcu #valkyrie marvel #valkyrie icons #king valkyrie #brunnhilde #brunnhilde x reader #tessa thompson #tessa thompson icons #tessa thompson x reader

[wickednerdery]

For spooky season: Loki and Ulfr in some kind of Crimson Peak-esque haunted house. Sorry, that more of a vibe than a plot. I'm just imagining them as dapper Victorian gentlemen 😂

Ehehehe, I love it - vibe and idea!! For whatever reason my brain will allow me only to think of a completely redone, AU, version of Crimson Peak with Ulfr and Loki taking the roles of Lucille and Thomas, respectively...which is awesome, but way too much work right now, LOL!! Let’s see if I can’t do a little something else though...

Drabble Time!!

“...You see her too, right?” Ulfr speaks low, red eyes locked onto the gothic beauty at the piano.

Loki’s too stunned by the image to lie. “Of course I see her.”

“Who do you think she is, was?”

“Do I look like a spirit guide?”

The man looks over the other, smirks. “A little.” He smirks at Loki’s huffs, then sighs. “Well, no way to know, but to ask.”

“Ulfr, don’t!” Loki did not deal in spirits, but he knew well not to disturb them.

“Hello there, Madame, and who might you be?” 

Lucille stops her lullaby, the house goes silent save for the creaking turn of her caved-in head. Black eyes stop not at Ulfr, but Loki. “...Thomas...”

“I’m afraid you are mistaken, Madame.”

But it’s too late, the ghost is floating, rushing, towards the men. Even with their magics, neither can avoid her. She turns up towards the balcony, seizes hold of the Prince of Asgard to steal him away. When Ulfr moves to intercede, he’s blasted back, over rail, to the crimson snow below. “HE’S MINE!!” The ghost of Lady Sharpe screeches before she and her prize are gone.

Ulfr wheezes a broken rib, groans to sitting. “So that’s why you don’t disturb the dead.”

((Okay, that might’ve been more silly than spooky...maybe both? LOL!! Maybe I’ll make an aesthetic for my Crimson Peak AU thing at some point. Anyway...I do hope you and others at least like what I was able to come up with, @ultrarebelheart, haha! Thanks for the idea!!))

@holykryptonitekitten @lady-crowned-with-stars @chibiyanai @dreamsofapiratelife @mobiusbmobius

#loki #OC: Ulfr #crimson peak #drabble #lady lucille sharpe #lucille sharpe #ghosts #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x ulfr #plot bunny #idea #tis the spooky season #silliness #ultrarebelheart #asks #asked and answered

[witchiswriting]

A Not So Merry Christmas Chapter 2

Summary: Negan faces the aftermath.

Warnings: Negan being an asshole, swearing.

Author’s Note: Honestly, it’s my favorite chapter. I had so much fun while writing this. I hope you guys also like it.

Pairing: Negan x Lilith (OC)

When Negan got home, he decided to drown his sorrows in whiskey and gin. He didn’t give a fuck about anything anymore. He only had one goal in mind, and it was getting drunk off his ass and forget everything.

Swallowing the bitter amber colored liquid, he felt the heavy burn sensation in his throat and closed his eyes. He wanted to feel numb. The house was filled with little reminders of Lilith ; pictures on the walls, little crystals on bookshelves, little baubles she loved too much… but the worst thing was her smell. He could still scent it in the living room, drowning in it. That was why he was afraid to go into his bedroom in the first place; it was supposed to be theirs now, this night was supposed to end with them making love between the silk sheets.

As he was throwing the drink out, a loud knock on the door startled him. He was too tired to go check who it was. Besides, he already knew.

While debating if he should answer the door or not, the poundings got louder and louder.

“You have to answer me, Negan! Goddamnit.” Lilith’s determined yells’ are heard through the door and beyond. “Open the fucking door!” Lilith didn’t usually curse, unless she’s really angry.

Negan sighed. He had to face her eventually. So, he decided to do it quickly and get over with it already. He slowly unlocked the door, still hesitant.

When he opened the door, he was ready for almost anything, or at least he thought he’d be. He never could have guessed he could hurt Lilith that much. Her carefully made hair was dishevelled, her make up was ruined, but what made him speechless was the look in her eyes. They were filled with a coldness he had never witnessed before.

He expected to see heartbreak and hatred in them, but they were just empty. The even more unexpected thing was the slap. She slapped him so hard that his already tearful eyes welled up even more.

“Lili…” Negan began with a weary voice but he was cut by her harsh outburst. “Don’t you dare call me that! How dare you!? How could you!? You destroyed us in front of my mother, our friends!” She was fuming with anger.

“Lils, let me explain.” His voice was thick with emotion and he wasn’t trying to hide his tears. He was as heartbroken as she was.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up! You got a chance to talk at our fucking rehearsal dinner, now, it’s my turn! How could you do this to me!? I thought we were happy and in love! You could have told me before if you didn’t wanna get married! I wasn’t forcing you, was I?! In fact, I was the one who needed convincing! You worked your ass off to make me fall for you and now what!?” Lilith spat out, her words full of agony and hatred.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He whispered.

“Fucking rich! Little late for that, don’t you think? How could you destroy us like this? You were telling me about how much you loved me last night…” Lilith couldn’t help but hiccup. Tears were slowly spilling down on her cheeks. ‘’Did you ever love me?’’ She asked, hesitation in her fragile voice.

Negan wanted to hold her and assure her everything was going to be okay. He wanted to take all her pain but he was the cause of it.

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, pinched his nose, opened his eyes and looked into hers. ‘’I don’t fucking know,’’ he finally let the truth out.

‘’You don’t know?’’ Her lower lip was trembling, it was clear that she was doing everything she could to hold herself together at that moment. ‘’You weren’t even sure about your fucking feelings?!’’

‘’I’m not an easy man. You fucking know that, you knew what you were getting into in the beginning. When we started this relationship I really wanted this, us to work, but apparently it wasn’t destined to be the case for us. We do not belong together.’’ Negan managed to build his walls back all over again.

Lilith was stunned. Her insides were aching with pain. “Sorry that I thought you would get better as a person! You know what, Negan? You are so fucking angry with yourself! You cheated on your wife several times and you thought you could make up for it when she got sick! I’m glad she died! At least she doesn’t have to put up with your cheating ass anymore, she’s free and peaceful! She’s better off without you anyway.” She was screaming with her all power. Bringing up Lucille into this conversation was a low blow but she was too angry to feel bad about it.

“Don’t you ever fucking say her name!” Negan roared, stepping into her personal space. “Get the fuck out before I break you more, little girl.” He growled with a dangerous undertone.

Lilith took a deep breath before saying her last words. “You know what, Negan? You’ll never be happy and die a fucking miserable old man. Someday, you’re going to wish that I was with you but it will be too fucking late before you know it. You don’t know what happiness is and I fucking hate you.” With that she yanked the door open and ran outside. It was her time to not looking back.

Negan closed the door and headed to his bedroom. That was it, Lilith succeeded to make him angry. This time he wasn’t only angry at himself, but at Lilith too; he thought she would be all heartbroken and just pour her heart out but her words were sharp as fucking glass and cut him deeply, so he had to break her in turn.

It was his way of rationalizing things in his head. When he stepped into his bedroom, he couldn’t help but get emotional again. Lilith’s nightgown was on the bed, the room was full of her perfume. He knew what he lost but he was too angry to accept it. If he could blame Lilith for all the things he had done, it would be easier to get better, though he was less than optimistic about him finding happiness ever again.

So, he literally ran out of the room and took the whiskey bottle. This time he didn’t even bother with a glass, drinking right from the bottle.

An hour later, a drunk Negan was thinking about what kind of a man Lilith would find in time. He was sure that she could find someone else and fall in love again. She had so much waiting for her, she was young, but the thought of her with someone else still made the blood in his veins run cold. He blew his chance, yet thinking of her with some other prick still pissed him off.

His thoughts got cut off with another knock on the door. He stood up woozily and headed towards the door, spilling the whiskey in the process.

When he opened the door with a goofy grin on his face, Negan was met with the angry blue eyes of his friend, Rick Grimes. ‘’What the fuck were you thinking, you asshole?’’ Rick practically yelled at Negan. He was seemingly disgusted with his drunken state.

Negan chuckled nonchalantly, offering his friend the bottle in his hand, despite it being nearly empty. ‘’I just fucking dumped some miserable girl, prick. Don’t fucking act like it’s a big fucking deal.’’ He slurred, ‘’Y’know what? She fucking told me that I would never be happy. Fucking bullshit.’’ He started to giggle.

Rick was watching the scene before him with astonishment. ‘’How much did you fucking drink?’’ He asked with a stern voice.

Negan feigned as if he was thinking about something important. ‘’I don’t fucking know but I’m ready to bang a few chicks. Let’s go to fucking a bar and find a big breasted hot brunette.’’ Apparently, he was enjoying himself.

Rick got in Negan’s face. ‘’Do you even hear what you’re fucking saying man? Cut the shit!’’ He shook Negan harshly.

‘’Get your fucking hands off me!’’ Negan yelled and tried to push Rick with all of his power, but he was too drunk to even stand up, let alone anything else.

‘’Would you listen to yourself? You left Lilith alone, you fucking abandoned her like that in front of everyone. Did you even care for her? She was your last chance at happiness, you motherfucking asshole.’’ Rick was practically walking up to Negan.

Negan shrugged like a petulant child. ‘’I don’t fucking care. I’m better off without her.’’ He started to laugh as if he told some funny joke.

Rick was running out of patience. ‘’You know what? She’s better off without you. I don’t know what you are thinking or what kind of fucking monster got into you but you’d better man up or I’ll handle things without you. I’ll make sure that you won’t get near her.’’ His word spilled out of his mouth with anger.

Rick’s words fueled Negan’s rage, almost sobering him up. ‘’What, Prick? You’re gonna try to get into Lilith’s pants now? Well, enjoy my sloppy seconds.’’ He answered with a cocky tone.

Rick couldn’t take Negan’s insults anymore; he punched him in the face, hard. ‘’You’re not even worth it. I considered you my friend, you fucking bastard.’’ He was shaking with anger.

‘’Don’t act like you’re fucking better than me Ricky, your ex-wife cheated on you with your best friend. I knew that you were going after Lilith. Fucking sorry that I loosened her…’’ Negan never finished his sentence as his world was suddenly filled with stars.

When Negan woke up, he was lying on the couch, half of the whiskey spilled on him but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He rubbed his forehead and the memories of this evening started to flash in his mind. He slowly got up and checked his watch, it was past midnight.

He lost his friend just like he lost Lilith. There was no coming back from what he had done and said. He was too far gone. Thinking about what he could’ve had, he slowly walked through the bathroom and washed his face, avoiding to look at the mirror because even the thought of seeing his own face sickened him.

When he got out of the bedroom, the person he’d have the least expected was standing in front of him. Her back was facing him, she was wearing a polka dotted sundress in the middle of December.

Negan felt a strange familiarity but couldn’t put his finger on it…

The figure turned around slowly, ‘’You look more miserable than the day I died.’’ The woman said with a soft smile on her face. She was standing in the middle of Negan’s room and was wearing the outfit she had on when they first met.

Negan froze. He knew that voice. It had been haunting him for years. He swallowed and blinked a few times, trying to wake himself up because surely he was dreaming, right?…

‘’Lucille…’’ he choked on his words.

‘’Hello, Negan.’’ She replied with that sweet tone of hers. Her curly brown hair was around her shoulder and she was looking even more beautiful than he remembered.

‘’Aren’t you…’’ Negan couldn’t finish his sentence. He was dreading the word.

‘’Yes, I’m very much dead but still here.’’ She answered like it wasn’t a big deal. ‘’So, how have you been?’’

‘’Good. You?’’

‘’Don’t lie to me, honey. You know I always see through your lies.’’ Lucille slowly got closer to him and caressed his cheek.

Negan desperately held onto her delicate hand. He was crying silently. ‘’I miss you so fucking much.’’ he whispered.

‘’I miss you too, love, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Lucille smiled softly before got serious ‘’Why did you leave that girl, Negan?’’

‘’Do you know about her?’’ Negan asked with a confused tone.

‘’I know everything about you, love. I know about your relationship with Lilith, I know about what you did to her.’’ Lucille explained with a knowing expression.

Negan shifted uncomfortably. ‘’And you are okay with it? Me being with her?’’

‘’Of course, I am. Though you hurt her badly, my love.’’ Lucille was watching his face with her chocolate colored eyes. ‘’You’re more handsome than before.’’ She smiled softly.

‘’I left her because of what I did. I couldn’t tell her, Lucy, she’s not you and I could never love her as much as I love you.’’

‘’You’re already head over heels in love with her, Negan. She’s your last chance at happiness.’’ Lucille said what Negan dreaded most.

‘’She would never forgive me, Lucille. I screwed things up. Again.’’ He smiled sadly.

‘’First, you need to forgive yourself, Negan. Yes, she’s not me and it would take time for her to forgive you but she loves you. She’d find forgiveness in herself eventually. She cares about you as much as you do for her.’’ Lucille took Negan’s head in her hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Negan held her in his arms and brushed his nose to hers. ‘’It’s too fucking late for that, Lucy.’’ he whispered.

‘’It’s not too late for anything. Make it up to her, find a way to forgive yourself, Negan. You deserve a happy ending.’’ Lucille took a step back.

Negan opened his eyes and looked at her through his tears. ‘’Don’t go, please. I can’t do this without you.’’ He was crying silently.

‘’You can and you will.’’ Lucille turned away from him, ‘’And I forgive you, Negan. We’ll meet again.’’ At that, she disappeared into the night.

When Negan woke up, his head was throbbing. He tried to open his eyes but they were too heavy.

‘‘Fucking hangover’’, Negan thought to himself and slowly opened his eyes.

He wasn’t in his bedroom; instead, he was laying in a king sized, grey sheeted bed and the windows were covered with heavy, dark curtains.

There were mounted animals on the grey walls and the room was furnished tastefully.

He groaned loudly, ‘’I’m fucking dreaming again. Shit, I drank too fucking much last night.’’ He buried his head in his grey pillow and tried to sober up.

Suddenly, the grand wooden door is opened and a man with a pornstache walked in. ‘’Good morning, boss. It’s almost noon, so I thought I should check on you.’’ The man said with an apologetic tone.

Negan was shocked again but he was determined to wake up from this dream or nightmare, probably the latter. So, he asked with a growl. ‘’Where the fuck am I?’’

The pornstached man answered with a surprised but careful undertone ‘’Umm… boss, it’s home, The Sanctuary.

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan #negan x reader #twd negan #negan angst #negan fanfiction #jdm #jdm imagine #negan smut #the walking dead #twd #negan x oc #negan x lilith

[notfckincool]

DIRTY GIRL

Ch 8 - Blood lust

Ana embarks on a casual, and obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and kinkyfuckery.

WARNINGS: It's Negan so expect swearing, violence, sexual content throughout. I'll add specific chapter warnings as it progresses. 

Chapter 8 - Blood Lust

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana has worked her way up the rankings of the Saviors to be one of Negan's top guys. They get horny in the truck on the way home after punishing a rebellious community.

Warnings: firstly, questionable dark immature humour. (This is not a serious smut. I wanted their relationship to have developed into a playful friends with benefits/humorous fuck buddy scenario.) Usual =swearing, dirty talk, wanking, oral

"Not cool. NOT. FUCKING. COOL....

This insurgency...rebellion...uprising... ...whatever the fuck you want to call it, will NOT be fucking tolerated...

You. Fucking. Know this...... EVERYONE is very clear on the fucking rules, and there are no exceptions... NO. EXCEPTIONS.

Lucille is thirsty...and my dirty girl insists on having her way...Punishment will be swift and severe...... This is the way it has to be, people.....THIS is the New World Order and this is the ONLY WAY."

***

Panting and pumped with adrenaline, they turn to each other. Lucille poised at his side, soaked and stained with her latest victim, Ana clutching her dagger, dripping and glistening red in the evening light. The remains of the rebels twitch at their feet as blood pools around their boots. The sobbing in the background becomes white noise as she locks eyes with him. She idolises him and his commitment to the cause, believes in him completely. She fought for him. She killed for him. 

He brushes a blood smear from her cheek with a smirk. She watches hypnotised, as drips of claret snake their way slowly and seductively down over prominent cheekbones, collecting in the bristles of his beard. His eyes wander across her face. Touching her again, this time slowly, his thumb deliberately lingers on her skin, traces along her jaw and lips, which part as he brushes them. Her head tilts to capture the bottom of his thumb between her teeth. Biting, holding him there. 

Oblivious to their surroundings he moves in close, his large gloved hand grasping at her neck and jaw forcing her chin upwards. His gaze intense, his eyes dark and hooded, he lowers his lips to hers, hovering just out of reach. "Hmmmm" he bites on his lip as he holds her there, then abruptly turns away towards the kneeling residents. 

"Well I think that went pretty fuckin well......" 

He swings Lucille, taunting them with a grin as he swaggers passed them.

"Mistakes were made....." 

swing 

"People were punished...." 

swing 

"Lessons were learned....." 

swing 

"Damn! I am in a great fuckin mood." 

Swinging Lucille in a full circle then flicking her at the survivors, blood splatters their faces as they cower before him. Amused, he leans back laughing 

"Yep, my dirty girl is very happy, AND very satisfied..... Speaking of..." 

He turns and smirks in Ana's direction

".....I am feeling EXTREMELY turned on right now, so, I'm going home to fuck this beautiful woman.... "

He turns dramatically in Simon's direction. 

"Simon we're done here, let's wrap this shit up." 

Looking down at the floor and stamps in the mess. He points his finger down towards his feet and grimaces. 

"Ya might wanna clean this shit up before leaving" 

He shakes his boot and turns to walk away, calling over his shoulder 

"Ya'll have a pleasant fuckin evening, I'll be back in a week" 

Turning on his heels he grabs Ana by the hand and strides towards the truck. Opening the passenger door, he helps her in, giving her ass a sharp slap as she climbs in. 

"That fucking ass of yours" he growls "can't wait to get you home."

He slams the door shut, eyeing her through the windscreen with a filthy smirk as he walks around the front of the truck and climbs in the drivers side. 

"We don't have to wait until we get home" she smiles, leaning in towards him placing a hand on his thigh. He looks over at her, shaking his head and starts the engine. 

"Girl, I am horny as fuck right now, but I can't do what I want to do to you in this truck...." 

He groans and let's his tongue poke out between his teeth, chuckling and adjusting himself before pulling away. 

"....Let's get the fuck outta here." 

She edges in closer to him.

"I may have a few ideas of my own" she smiles, squeezing his thigh "but..I want you to tell me.Tell me what you want to do with me." She smirks

Glancing down at her hand he looks over her body before grinning and turning his attention back to the road. 

"You're all bloody and dirty.....he growls "so, I'm gonna start by ripping off those clothes"

"I like bloody and dirty." She purrs looking up at him her eyes darkening, her hand wandering further up his thigh 

"Not gonna lie princess, watching you tonight, seeing you shut that shit down...badass....and this..." glances at her and gestures to her blood soaked clothing, then back at the road "...... it is hot as fuck. I am getting hard just looking at you, but....I need to get you home..... I'm gonna need to soap you up in a nice hot shower for all the kissing and licking and biting that I'm fucking thinking about.., and then... im gonna bend you over...." he pauses, waiting for her reaction

" mhm, and then.." she shifts in her seat, pressing her thighs together tracing her finger over the swelling under his jeans

"..and then..." his eyes firmly focused on the road, a smile on his lips

" ...then princess, I'm gonna fuck you deep and hard, make you cum over and over until you're begging for me to stop, but I wont..." 

He raises his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip before continuing

"...I wont stop, and I'm gonna keep fucking you all night until you can't take no more.... How's that sound princess?" He grins to himself

She squirms in her chair.

"That sounds fucking great, there's just one problem." 

"What's that?" he chuckles. 

"I cant wait. I want you right now." She rubs her hand over his length "Also, if you insist on calling me Princess, I'll start behaving like one"

"Is that so? Well you are going to have to learn a little patience....Princess" 

She palms his growing erection, leans into his ear.

"I can't. I need you. I need this cock right now."

 "Fuck, Princess. I need to fuckin concentrate on driving, you gonna get us killed," He flashes her a grin "So impatient, you dirty fuckin girl."  

"I like you bloody and dirty. I want to sit in your lap and ride that big cock" She squeezes him 

"Ana. For fucks sake" he grips the steering wheel. 

"I can't help it. This is what you do to me. I'm your needy little princess." she teases, rubbing him more firmly "Im not gonna stop until I get what I want, you know that right. I wont stop. I'll keep teasing until you can't take no more" she grips his cock through his jeans "I want you to fuck me now." She pouts "Please fuck me. We can carry on when we get home." She smiles and starts to unbuckle his belt. 

"Princess, stop" he warns with a shake of his head

"Make me" she teases and bites at his ear lobe. 

"Jesus fuckin fuck. You're fuckin insane." He pulls over chuckling and turns off the engine "Luckily for you I'm in a great mood."

He grabs her onto his lap playfully spanking her hard. 

"Princess, you are so spoilt... I fuckin spoil you.... C'mere you spoilt brat" she giggles and pretends to struggle

"Ow...ooh...wait my knife...its sticking...let me just..." he rolls his eyes as she unstraps the holster and tosses it to the passenger seat. They shuffle and bump in the confined space

"Fuck! This won't do. I need this seat back" he reaches around the seat and attempts to move it "Fuck it doesn't.... what the fuck? These trucks are really not built with a quick fuck on the way home in mind" he laughs

"Stop fucking around and fuck me already" she grins unfastening her jeans 

"Wait.......I can't fuckin move" he chuckles as she tries to straddle him 

"Shit! Fuck! Ow! The steering wheel's sticking in my back" she moves awkwardly onto him and rocks on his lap "Ow, you're so hard. Wait, is that a gun in your pocket?" she jokes

"It actually fucking is" he laughs. He removes it and places it on the seat. 

Opening his jeans she slides her hand in, he attempts to get in hers, shaking his head with a smile 

"I can't get in, can you just lift your ass." 

She lifts herself up accidentally pressing the horn.

"Fuck!" they both laugh. "This is a fuckin disaster. You sure you dont just want to go home and fuck where it's comfortable." He tugs at her jeans "Nope. I can't. Just move your leg that way a bit." 

"This isn't going quite the way I imagined" she laughs. Nuzzling into his neck she settles across his lap. "Seems a shame to waste this" she runs a finger down his length. "How about I just wank you off?" She strokes the tip 

"Wank me off?" He cracks out laughing "Did you just fucking say that?"

"Yeah, you know" she chuckles "the ole five knuckle shuffle"

"Wow....Fucks sake" he laughs rubbing his head "We are something else. Yeah, why not? Go for it, princess, Five knuckle shuffle it is" he chuckles as he relaxes back into his seat, and closes his eyes as she wraps her hand around him.

"If you like I could suck it for you too" she smiles

"Yes, I would fucking love that" he grins, his eyes still shut. He moves his hips a little as she strokes him

"Yeah, that's it." He bites his lip " I want to feel your lips on me princess, feel my cock sliding into your mouth" 

" um...yeah... not to spoil the mood but we're being watched" 

"I don't give a fuck" he groans "I'm talking dirty to you here, no distractions please" he smiles, his eyes still closed. "Continue...don't fuckin stop" 

She stops. He grumbles and opens his eyes to see a walker clawing at the drivers window.

"Oh" His eyes grow wide, his eyebrows raised as he looks out the window. 

"Fuck him, he can watch if he wants" he chuckles dismissively before settling back into his seat. "Now were we? Oh yeah, you were wanking me off and just about to suck my dick" he laughs.

Adjusting her position she pulls up his shirt kissing at his chest, trailing her lips over his stomach, lowering herself slowly. She licks at his tip, circling with her tongue, taking him slowly in her mouth. Theres a sudden bang at the window. She jolts up, hitting the horn again. 

"Fucks sake" 

More oglers have gathered outside the truck and there's movement in the trees.

"Oh crap" he sighs begrudgingly. "Ok. That's it. I'm calling it. Told ya we shoulda gone straight home" 

He laughs, lifting her off his lap and back onto her seat, and tucks himself away. 

"To be continued" he chuckles starting up the vehicle "Let's get the fuck outta here. Seatbelt on princess. Safety first"  

He smiles warmly at her before pulling back out onto the road and heading back to the Sanctuary. 

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“When you go out there keep your mouth shut and just go along,” Laura says going through the rules of pick ups. “There’s fucked up shit that happens on the road. If it needs to happen just let it. Negan’s calling the shots. His word is the rule. Arat’s his number two today.”

“Do what he tells me no question, got it. Why aren’t you joining the pick up crew today?” I holster my gun and glance up at her hoping I wasn’t fucking everything up by tagging along.

“Simon has us setting up the outpost again. Hoping I get to be the head bitch in charge out there for once,” she laughs.

“Good luck with that,” I pull my hair back in a ponytail, “Anything I should keep an eye out for you?”

“I’m good. I gotta list of shit Carson is looking for. Just remember those assholes are the ones that killed Paula, Michelle, Donnie and Primo. They will try to convince you to help them. You look sweet so they’ll try. Just be careful,” she gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Alright?”

“I will, and you too. But you know Simon better than me,” I give her a grin.

“You know as well as I do how that itch needs to be scratched. You better get a move on.”

“I know, I don’t want to get left behind,” I head down the hallway and out the factory doors.

“Well hello to you,” I try to hide my smile at the sing songy voice of Negan’s as I step out. “Can’t get enough of me huh, sweetheart?”

“That and I’m coming along,” I glance up at him.

“Well, that tickles the shit outta me. I always wanted a little road head when I go to these things,” he smirks.

“You’re making me regret ever sucking your dick,” I respond.

“Guys are all ready to go, boss,” Arat says from behind me. My face turns a bright shade of red. I didn’t want anyone really to know that Negan and I were. Did. Hell, I don’t know what we are but I wasn’t ready for the entire Sanctuary to know.

“Don’t be silly,” he drapes his arm around my shoulders leading me in the direction of the truck, “we both know how much you loved sucking my dick.” He looks out over the group after sliding the truck door open for me, “Let’s head the fuck out.”

His words did little to change the color of my face back to its natural state but I was glad to find a seat in the back, behind the drivers, so I could regain a small piece of my dignity. “How is anyone gonna respect me if you keep telling them how good I suck dick?”

“That is a damn fucking fantastic skill, I couldn’t do it,” he chuckles, “I respect the shit out of you.” I grip the back of Arat’s seat as the truck lunges forward. “Do you respect her, Arat?”

She glances at me in her rearview.  Ninety percent of my interactions with her were strictly business. She is fierce. And fiercely loyal to Negan.

“I’ll let you know after today,” she offers me a slight smile, “I don’t have a use for her dick sucking skills.”

“Thanks,” I lean back in my seat as the road becomes steadier, quieter.  Giving me a chance to think. Or almost before Negan’s voice chimes in again.

“You should be in the lounge letting me take fucking care of you and not out here doing the fucking hot as hell work. I only do it cause I know the bullshit brigade feels more confident when I am at the fucking helm.”

I narrow my eyes at him curiously, “You asking me to be one of your wives? Cause if you are there’s no fucking way.”

“Well, actually I the fuck I was. Why wouldn’t you want to be in the lap of luxury letting your loving husband,” he gestures to himself, “take care of your every need?”

“Look, I like fucking you,” it didn’t matter at this point, Arat already knew, I wasn’t sure who knew or what but the cork couldn’t be put back in the bottle. “I want to keep liking fucking you.  I don’t want it to become my job.”

“Fair enough,” his grin widens, “You wanna come on collections and fuck some people up, I will be fucking ecstatic to have you there. If you wanna stay in your bed watching Lifetime movies, you can. I will not have you working for points anymore.” His final words firm, unyielding.

“I….” I stop my words short realizing I’d won at least the battle, if not the war.  He’d given me freedom from being his wife but also leaving the door open for possibility. “Thank you.”  

“Any fucking day I get to catch a glimpse of that fine ass of yours,” he glances back at me, a wide grin on his face, “is a good goddamn day.”

“I hate to interrupt your date,” Arat peers in the mirror again, “you get the list of meds Carlson needs?”

“I got it, he doesn’t seem to need a lot,” I pull the list from my back pocket.

“That’s your job for today, make sure Carlson’s list is taken care of,” she replies, “continue with your whatever the hell you two were doing.”

“Thanks, better than standing around and looking pretty,” I give Negan a wink, “How much further?”

“I look hot as fuck carrying Lucille on my shoulder,” he replies, “It’ll be another hour.”

“You look hot all the time, who are we fucking kidding,” I replied leaning my head against the window, “I’m gonna try to sleep until we get there to scare the shit out of some townies. And you can be the big bad wolf and blow all the shit down.” He chuckles, “I’ll give that shit some thought,” he reaches back giving my leg a squeeze, “rest need you on your A game. Unless you want to help me rub one out.”

“You have two hands,” I yawn closing my eyes.

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I’m jarred awake when the truck comes to a stop. “Well good morning, sunshine,” he grins back at me. “We /are/ here.” I sit up rubbing my eyes as the sign comes into to view, ‘Alexandria’.

“Nice place,” I look at the sign as he hops from the truck, “I always wanted to live in a gated community.” I take his hand letting him help me down.

“I better go ring the fucking bell,”  he gives me one of his killer grins then saunters over to bang on the gate with Lucille.

“Little pig, little pig let me /in/,” he sings. I shake my head and smile, moving up to stand near Arat, watching as the gate is opened. I couldn’t hear what the smug man on the other side of the gate said, “You /better/ be joking,” he responded, “Negan, Lucille, I know we made one hell of a first impression.”

“Who’s that?” I whisper to Arat when another man walk up behind the first. His sad blue eyes cast down in fear.

“That’s Rick,” she responded. “The prick responsible for this shit show.” I nod watching as Negan postures for the man. Swinging his bat into the skull of a dead asshole that was stumbling toward the open gate.

“Alright everybody, let’s get started, it’s a big day. You see that what I did, that was some /service/,” Negan says to Rick. I furrow my brow as he hands the other man Lucille and walks into the community.  I draw in a breath watching the terror and confusion on the townies’ faces. “Let’s get this over with,” I mutter.

“Arat!” Negan barks. And she follows with an order to move. The tension so thick between us and them it could be cut with a knife. Negan watches as I walk by leaning in to speak to Rick loudly, “Damn I have /not/ decided if I like watching her coming or going best.”

“I can still hear you,” I call back to him over my shoulder.

“That is because I was using my outside voice,” he grunted turning his attention back to Rick. I can’t help but smile to myself as I walk out of earshot.

“Is this the infirmary?” I ask one of the citizens. She nodded rolling her eyes at me before walking away. I walk up the steps and feel a hand grab my ass. Davey. Creepy fucking Davey. He always looked at me like he wanted to eat me. My eyes sharp as I turn back to him, “You touch me again and I will break your goddamn hand.”

“Bitch, you think because you’re fuckin’ the boss that makes you shit?”

“Actually,” I narrow my eyes at him, “I know it does. Now keep your fucking hands to yourself if you want to keep them attached to your body.”

“Whatever,” he pushes past me and opens the door to the house.

“Dr. Carlson needs more gloves, antibiotics, pain meds if they got any.  Amber’s mom needs anti inflammatories,” I feel wierd looking for shit for Negan’s wives. But I push that to the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t let myself get jealous over them. Hell, he’d just given me the freedom to do whatever I wanted. I’m sure there’s some kind of catch. There’s always a catch.

“Put them back!” I walk out from the supply closet seeing a kid with a patch over his eye pointing a gun at Davey.  

“Hey, kid,” I move in front of him, in hindsight, it was probably a stupid thing, “put the gun down.” The kid points the gun over our heads and fires a shot, “You said half our stuff. That’s more than half.”

“I know the deal. And I sure as shit wanted to shoot that asshole at least twice this week, but if you shoot him, shit is gonna get so much worse before it gets better, put the gun down, I don’t want to have to carry this shit out by myself,” I lock my gaze with the kid’s.  Raising them only when the door swings open behind him and the guy, Rick, walks through the door, followed by Negan.

“Carl, put it down,” Rick urges.

“They’re taking all our medicine, he said only half,” Carl responds raising his gun up higher.

“Really kid?” Negan swaggers in stopping beside me. Still smiling as he looks from the kid to me then back.

“You should go,” Carl says, “before you find out how dangerous we all are.”

“Pardon me young man. Excuse the fuck out of my goddamn French, but did you just threaten me?” he asks, “Look I get threatening Davey. But I can’t have it. Not him, not me. And sure as shit not her.”

“Carl, just put it…” Rick starts to say.

“Don’t be rude Rick, we are having a conversation here,” he cuts his eyes back to the boy, “Where was I, oh yes your giant man sized balls. No threatening us. I like you. And I don’t want to go hard proving a point. You don’t want that. I said half your shit and /half/ is what /I/ say it is.”

I watch them trying to keep myself from trembling. I knew in my gut Negan wouldn’t hurt the kid. But I couldn’t get a read on the kid or Rick. I wasn’t sure how far off the rails they actually were. This seemingly terrified people broke into the satellite station and killed twenty people in their sleep. They were the enemy. Not us.

“Do you want me to prove how serious I am /again/?” Negan continues with the boy. He sighs and hands the gun over to his father. Negan grabs it from him, “You have an absolute ass-load of guns and this little emotional outburst has made crystal clear. I can’t allow that. They’re all mine now. So tell me, where are my guns?”

I let out a breath when Rick leads them from the house. “Pack this shit up, I’ll be back.” I take the steps after them two at a time. I slow my footsteps when I catch up with them.

“You alright, baby?” Negan asks.

“I just needed some air. Too much of that manly bullshit in there,” I shoot him a wink, “I want to take a look at the guns.”

“You got it. You can help Arat with the inventory,” he grins, “I’ll give you first grab at one for yourself.” I can’t help but smile. The garage door rolls open in front of us. I lock my gaze with that of another terrified woman.

“I was expecting you,” she said her voice as shaky as she was.

“Olivia, show them the guns,” Rick stated.

“The armory’s inside,” she starts back down the hall.

“You take care of all of this?” I ask, looking at the shelves then back to her.

“I keep track of it all. The rations, the guns,” she replied.

“Don’t let me stop you,” Negan said, “Take her and the boys and show ‘em the goods.” I follow Olivia and Arat down the hallway to the next room. It was packed almost floor to ceiling with every conceivable firearm.  Olivia hands me the register, “I keep a log there.” Her hand shaky as she shows me the list of what weapons were gone out with people on runs.

“We’re not here to hurt you,” I hop up on the desk, “we’re here to keep your people from hurting us again.”  I push the inventory list to Arat. “There is a fuck ton of weapons on that list everything looks organized.”  Arat checks off each weapon as the men load them and carry them out.

“How can you be with a man like /that/?” Olivia whimpers motioning her head in the direction of the garage.

“I could ask you the same question,” I hop down and walk outside. I bite my lip grabbing a desert eagle from a stack of guns that was being carried out by Daryl.  “This is the one I want.”

Negan laughs, taking the gun from me, “This gun is as big as you are.”

“Are you saying I can’t handle something this,” I give him a smirk, “big?”

“Oh baby, I know how well you can handle big things,” he places the gun back in my hand, standing behind me, “How well have you been taking care of my guns?” his eyes turn to Rick then motions for me to fire. I point at the window and squeeze the trigger, knocking the shutter off its hinges.

“Feels good,” I hand him back the eagle, “Sounds good.”

“Baby, you trying to get me all hard and shit while I’m trying to have a discussion with my boy, Rick?”

“I wasn’t exactly trying,” I smirk pulling my .22 from its holster and replacing it with the more impressive weapon.

“Please don’t…” I turn my eyes hearing Olivia whimper as Arat shoves her up the steps.

“We don’t do that, unless /they/ do something to deserve it,” Negan states.

“Yeah,” she replies, “I went through their inventory and they’re short a Glock 9 and a .22 Bobcat.”

“Is that true?” Negan looks at Olivia who nods her head.

“The inventory is correct,” she replied.

“That’s good but also not good,” he states, “You’re two handguns short. I don’t enjoy killing women. Men, I can kill all the livelong. But Olivia, my dear, at the end of the day this was your responsibility.” My mouth opens to protest but then closes again, remembering who is actually in charge here. I couldn’t make him look weak. Not in front of these people.

“We can work this out,” Rick pleads.

“Yes, we can,” I respond, trying to hide the frustration in my voice.

“And I’m /going/ to right now,” Negan catches Olivia’s arm, “Guns were your responsibility and you screwed up.” He cuts his gaze back to Rick, “Find them /now/.” I watch Rick rush off to their church to meet with his people.

“What are you gonna do?” I ask softly, as we sit down on the patio chairs.

“I’m a man of my word, sweetheart,” he responds, “If the guns aren’t here Olivia is gonna pay the price.” I close my eyes nodding, “Alright.” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Olivia, why don’t we mix up some lemonade? Get your mind off of it. If your friends are smart they’ll give up the guns.”

I tremble stirring the mix into the water looking out the window as the water turns from clear to yellow. Davey again harassing a girl. She couldn’t be more than sixteen. I look down feeling my stomach churn, my eyes watering when I carry the pitcher back outside.

Negan looks at me his normal grin fades slightly when he sees my face. “I’m fine.” I mouth, hoping there is some truth to the words. The people became more than just the enemy when they were scared shitless. The people here, most of them don’t look like they could survive five minutes outside of these walls. But they killed our people, I reminded myself.

“What you got for me Rick?” Negan’s voice interrupts my thoughts. Rick hands him a bag with the missing handguns in it. “Funny how a little ‘Holy shit! Somebody’s gonna die!’ really lights a fire under everybody’s ass.”

“Which one of your people almost killed Olivia?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he answered meekly.

“It’s a hell of a place you got here, Rick,” Negan says as we finish loading up. “You sir, are special.  We’re coming back soon. And when we do you need to have something interesting for us. No more magic guns.” Negan cuts his eyes to me with a smirk, “Let’s get home. I wanna fuck my girl before and after dinner.”  I shake my head with a smile, climbing up into the truck. I watch from the seat as he smacks a walker in the head with a candlestick. He grabs Lucille from Rick and climbs up in the truck after me.

“Jee-sus, that was one hell of a fucking tense ass shit trip,” his lips turn into a devilish smile, “Hurry home, I am hard as hell unless she’s changed her mind about that road head. It’s gonna be awhile before she blows me.”

“I haven’t changed my mind. You can wait an hour,” I move from his seat to mine in the back as the truck moves down the road, I give him a smirk, “I hope I can.”

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“We’re home,” I’m not sure how long I’ve enjoyed hearing his sing songy voice.

“Good, I’m horny and hungry,” I smirk as I hop down from the truck, avoiding locking eyes with his. “I haven’t decided which itch I want to scratch first.” I open the Sanctuary doors and walk inside. I could feel his gaze follow after me before his footsteps. He catches my shoulder spinning me around pushes me against the wall, “You don’t get to say shit like that and walk away.”

“I don’t?” I rest my hands on his sides, “I was just stating a fact.” My eyes dark as I look up at him, “I was hoping you’d be the one to solve all my problems.”

“You know I will,” he smirks lifting my chin, his lips press fully against mine. I open my mouth, my tongue dancing with his. I could feel the kiss deep in my core.

“Are you gonna fuck me against the wall in front of everyone?” I break the kiss, glancing around as half the factory was looking at us, “Or take me back to your room?”

“Day-um, girl, you almost made me forget where I was,” he scoops me up throwing me over his shoulder, “The rest of you shits back to whatever the fuck you were doing.” I giggle as he carries me down the hall. He pushes open his apartment door and kicks it closed behind him, wasting no time before dropping me on the bed.

I raise up to on my elbows watching him, “I wouldn’t have objected to being fucked against the wall.” I glide my tongue over my lips, “The secret is already out.”

“I give two shits if they know,” he lowers the zipper of his jacket dropping it on the arm of the leather couch, “especially if it makes you mine.”

I toe off my boots and pop the button of my jeans, “I can’t be your wife, Negan. Not like them. I don’t /need/ you to take care of me.” I lift my hips and push my jeans down as he tugs his shirt over his head.

“Fuck, this shit isn’t supposed to be fucking complicated,” he groans moving to the bed.

“It’s less complicated when you are inside me,” I sit up fully on the bed, my hand rests on his bearded cheek and I pull his face to mine. My leg hooks around his hip and I pull him flush against me. His cock hard grinding against my damp panties through his jeans.  I smirk against his lips as I tug his belt open, dipping my hand inside his pants, stroking him long and slow.

“You are a fucking tease baby,” he groans against my lips. “Since I laid eyes on you this morning you’ve been teasing me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I shift so that we’re laying beside each other on the bed, my hand still stroking his member. “I missed you though,” I suck softly on his lower lip, then trail kisses over his jawline and down his neck. Moaning at the taste of his salty flesh. I push him to his back, smiling as he relinquishes control. My lips nibble and their way along his chest and over his stomach. His cock twitches in his pants as I press a soft kiss through them.

“Goddamn,” he utters, “I fucking missed the fuck outta you too.” He kicks his boots off and pushes his pants down, chuckling as his now free cock almost hits me in the face, “he needs your attention, baby.”

“Does he now?” I swirl my tongue around the head. “I guess I’ll have to give it to him.” I groan wrapping my lips around his head. Suckling soft, slow, savoring the taste of him. Negan’s hand reaches down stroking my hair. I take him deeper, my hand moving down massaging his balls. My lips tight and my tongue skims along his shaft, teeth grazing slightly. His grip on my hair tightens. I groan moving my mouth faster up and down his length. I slurp and suck as he begins to thrusts. I let the tip hit the back of my throat with a moan of my own. I could feel his cock thicken, twitching as he gets closer and closer.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he slows his movements, giving me back the control I need, I stroke and suck as he releases in my throat, I suck and lick and swallow each satisfying drop. “Goddamn, shit, fuck, that was good.” I smile over at him as I fall to the bed beside him. “I fucking mean it,” he looks at me, “you make me see fucking stars everytime you suck my dick. It’s fucking magical.”

“Thank you,” I watch him smiling, his pants still around his thighs, “I am glad you enjoyed.”

“I more than fucking enjoyed,” he pulls me to his chest, “Give me a minute, fuck, for my legs to work again.” I can’t help but chuckle. “You can’t fucking tell anyone that you are my fucking kryptonite.”

“Stop,” I press my face into his shoulder to quiet my laughs, “I am hungry. What do you have to eat in here since you can’t walk and take me for a proper meal?” I stand from the bed. I tug the hair tie from my hair and let it cascade down my back. He reaches down pulling his pants back up.

“I got whiskey,” he chuckles nodding at the bottle of jack on the table in the corner, “and salted nuts.”

“Is your plan to starve me into submission?” I turn back to him smiling, “I am already here.”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” he sits up pulling me into his lap, his hands gripping my hips, “I can’t have you starve though. I like your ass just as it is.”

“We can go down stairs grab a tray of food from the kitchen,” I lean back against his chest, “But that would require pants.”

“I am not fucking ready for you to get back in your pants. I /just/ got you out of them.” He gives my tit a squeeze over my shirt.

I groan at his touch, my hips rolling slowly in his lap, “How do we solve this problem?”  He reaches over grabbing his walkie and calls for Fat Joey, telling him to bring some food up.

Negan wraps his arm around my waist to stop my movements. “Fuck, if you ain’t already tryin’ to make my dick hard again. I sure as shit don’t want Fat Joey walking in while I’m pounding into you.”

“I never figured you to be the shy one,” I tilt my head pressing my lips to his, “So, what do you want to do until dinner comes?” He lifts me up and drops me on the bed then plops beside me.

“Let me just have a fucking look at you,” he lays on his side and I turn to face him, “you sure you don’t wanna be my wife? You’d look hot as hell in a black dress and heels.”

“Hell no,” I push my hair out of my face, “I hate wearing dresses, can’t walk in heels. Don’t want someone to just take care of me.”

“I want to fucking take care of you,” he says, “keep you out of the shit show.”

“I can handle the shit show,” I rest my hand on his face, “I can take care of myself. Wouldn’t you rather I be with you because I want to, not because I feel obligated to? I can be yours if you want me,” I lock my gaze with his, “I just can’t be one of them.”

“Shi-ot,” he responds, “you drive one hell of a fucking bargain, baby.” He presses his lips to my forehead as his hand gropes my tit. “You are /mine/. If you keep giving me head like that I can bend the fucking rules.”  

“You are all about the rules though,” I lift my face to his pressing my lips to his, “thank you.” A knock at the door interrupts the kiss. “Dinner.” I smile as he rolls from the bed.

“Fat Joseph,” he chuckles as he opens the door, “/my/ girl wants me to feed her before I fuck her so get your ass in here with her food.” My face flushes a pink. He looks over at me, “Why you acting all bashful now?”

“Yes, sir. Negan,” he brings in the tray of food in and sets it on the table. “Anything else you need?” Joey looks from Negan to me with a dumb grin on his face.

“Don’t look at her,” Negan barked, “Get the fuck out.” He slams the door after the man.

“Looks good,” I step from the bed taking a carrot from the plate, “I used to hate eating cooked carrots.” I chew then swallow, “But now I love them. Guess a lot changes at the end of the world.”

“Come over here and sit down with me,” he pats the seat next to his, “I fucking need a closer look at those titties.”

“I was having trying to have a moment with you,” I take a seat next to him, picking up another piece of carrot.

“Nobody likes carrots,” he chuckles picking one up and taking a bite, “except fucking rabbits.” He gives my thigh a squeeze, “I think I like you better without pants. If you won’t wear a dress just a t-shirt that clings to your titties like that is fine with me.”

“I like you better without pants too. If you want to walk around the Sanctuary in just your underwear so will I,” I grab a fork and jab it into the mystery meat on my plate.

“I am the leader of the Saviors,” he grins, “and you’re my...what are we gonna call you.”

“Lover, Queen,” I smirk straddling his lap, “Goddess. Baby. Light of your life. Any one of those work for me. Or we can not have a label.”

He chuckles, sliding his hands along my thighs, cupping my ass, “I like you even more when you’re sitting in my lap like that.” He grinds up into me. I groan leaning in to kiss him.  My hand reaches between us tugging at the button of his pants to pull his cock out again. Without breaking the kiss he lifts my hips up pushes my panties aside and grins against my lips. “I love how fucking wet you get for me.” I line him up with my warm wet entrance and sink down fully on his length. “Jee-sus, baby,” he groans into my lips as I take him all the way in, “I almost forgot how fucking fantastic your pussy feels.”

“Shhh…” I moan as I start to rock my hips, my fingers clinging to his shoulders for balance as I move. His grip on my hips tightens and he thrusts up into me matching my movements. Rock for rock thrust for thrust we move together. I moan when his hand moves between us rubbing my clit causing me to squeeze tighter around him. Move faster. I groan when he lifts me laying me on my back on the couch and drives his cock hard and deep inside my warmth, hitting the spot that makes me come undone. My thighs tighten as they start to tremble around his hips and my walls pulse around him. “Fuck, Negan,” I cry out as I cum, my eyes dark as they fix on his. He pulls out stroking his cock a few times before releasing on my shirt.

“Goddamn, shit,” he chuckles his pants still almost on and covered with my juices. “I like that shit.”

“I know,” I tug my shirt up and over my head after adjusting my panties, “here’s the evidence.” I giggle tossing it in his direction.

“You did not just throw your cum covered shirt at me,” he lifts me up in his arm and swats my ass with his palm.

I squeal, “It’s your cum. Take me to bed now. You have successfully warned me out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles and carries me over to the bed. He drops me and tugs off his clothes and climbs in beside me. “Rest now.” I tuck myself in his side and close my eyes. Feeling right next to him.

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Bad Things (Negan and O/C fic) Chaper 1 - I Needed To Improvise

Summary:  Elizabeth is The Sanctuary's doctor and Negan surprises her one evening when he gets injured and needs her help. She's definitely attracted to the dark haired leader, but she was hurt by a man from her past. Will she let go of it and follow the dangerous man?

Pairings: Negan x Elizabeth (OC)

Warnings: Swear words, Negan (He’s an automatic warning lmao), Talk of wounds.

Authors Note: I’ve been watching a lot of Grey’s Anatomy, and Katie Heigl and Jeffrey honestly are amazing together, so I put together a little fic. I hope you enjoy it. Im not sure how long it will be, but I do plan on it being a slow burn.

Elizabeth sighed as she began tidying up the infirmary, glad the day was over.

“Cool if I head back to my room, boss?” asked her assistant Tommy.

“Yeah, go ahead Tommy. I can clean up on my own.” she said with a kind smile.

When Elizabeth first came to The Sanctuary Tommy had been acting as their doctor. While he was quite intelligent, he was only halfway through med school when the world went to shit. So Elizabeth took his position and he was made her assistant. He was a good kid, smart, kind. She could tell he was quite inexperienced because would get nervous in emergency situations, leaving her to pull the weight of them. But overall he was quite helpful.

After wiping down the counters and exam table with some Clorox wipes she’d found down in the Market, Elizabeth walked over to the sink, humming a nearly forgotten pop song as she washed her hands.

Elizabeth turned to grab a hand towel to dry her hands and and jumped, letting out a startled squeak, seeing a figure leaning against the doorframe of the small infirmary. She placed a hand on her chest, willing her heart rate to return to normal.

“N-Negan. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Did you need something?” She said drying her hands nervously. She wasn’t afraid of the man, he just made her nervous. Especially in such a small room. His presence making it seem even smaller.

“Need a couple of fuckin’ stitches, doll.” She looked at him and noticed he wasn’t wearing his signature leather jacket, and there was a cut in his white t-shirt across his shoulder, a little blood seeping through. He sauntered over to the exam table, propping Lucille against it, and hopping up to sit.

“Uh- What happened.” she said walking over to the cabinets to retrieve some rubbing alcohol, cotton pads, and supplies to stitch him up. She turned back to face him as he pulled his shirt up over his head.

She felt her mouth go dry and let her eyes trail over his lean torso, noticing the several tattoos he had and the smattering of dark hair that trailed down to the waistband of his grey cargo pants.

“Enjoyin’ the view, Doc?” She cleared her throat setting the supplies down on the metal tray next to the exam table. She put on a pair of gloves and looked closer at the cut that led from the top of his right shoulder to his collarbone.

“How did you get cut?” Elizabeth asked wetting a cotton pad with some alcohol and swiping it around the cut to clean up some of the blood around the wound.

“One of Rick-the-Prick’s assholes over at Alexandria fuckin’ tried to take a fuckin’ piece out of me.” He grumbled, then breathed in sharply as she swiped an alcohol soaked cotton pad across the cut. “Christ! Give me a little fuckin’ warning next time, doc.”

“It hurts less if I you aren't expecting it.” Elizabeth stated repeating her actions, earning another sharp hiss from the dark haired man, causing her to smirk a little. “Did you kill him?” she murmured.

“No.” Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up to her hairline at this. She’d never heard of Negan letting a man go for trying to kill, or seriously injure him. “Dwight did. Fucker came after him too. He was a fast little shit. Dwight almost missed. He had to fire a few rounds before he shot the fucker and drew a small fucking herd to the place.”

“Hmm” she tossed the bloody cotton pads into the trash. “This cut isn’t too deep, but it does need about 12 stitches.” she said walking back over to the cabinets rummaging through them finally finding a bottle of amber liquid.

“What’s your fuckin’ name, doc?” That’s an odd question. He should know my name. I’ve been here nearly four months. She thought to herself, furrowing her eyebrows together. Then again, he hasn’t really come in here at anything.

“Elizabeth.” she said, her back still to him.  “I don’t have anything to numb you, but whiskey helps.” she poured some in a paper cup on the counter and brought it over to Negan.

“You sneakin’ my fuckin’ liqour, doll?” He smirked downing the whiskey. Elizabeth filled up the cup again.

“No. Medical supplies are sparse. I needed to improvise. Drink.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” he said then drank what was in the cup and tossed it in the trash. She ignored him swiping another cotton pad over the cut.

“I don’t think it will scar much.” she poured alcohol over the suture supplies then began stitching up the wound, noticing Negan’s furrowed brow and clenched jaw. Serves him right for being an asshole. “The stitches can come out in about 10 days. You’ll need to come back tomorrow morning so Tommy or I can change this bandage. Don’t do anything to pull the stitches or it will scar.”

“Thanks, doc.” Negan said, standing up. She gulped noticing how close the shirtless man was. They were only a few inches apart and she could feel his breath on her face. She couldn’t deny that Negan was an attractive man, but she trusted him as far as she could throw him. He was dangerous. He mercilessly killed men.

She raised and eyebrow, gazing into his hazel eyes, “No problem, boss.”

He broke away, pulling his shirt back on, picking up Lucille and his leather jacket, sauntering to the door and turning around to face Elizabeth.

“See ya in the mornin’, Liz.” He winked with a smirk, then walked out the door and down the corridor whistling.

Elizabeth let out a sigh and leaned against the exam table, peeling the exam gloves off and tossing them into the trash bin.

She went back to cleaning up the infirmary, both dreading and looking forward to tomorrow.

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Negan and the wee girl

for @ladylorelitany‘s Monster Mash 2017 : A Negan Challenge

My prompt was Fae

Negan x Fairy OC

2500 words

Warnings ~ Negan’s language and a bit of sexual innuendo, it’s Negan!

This is a definite AU as I have very little knowledge of fairies, so I just winged it! 😂

This will have more to it

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 The fucking ungrateful ball-less shitheads! I screamed out behind me when I realized the group of men that were with me had fucking hightailed it out of the woods we were in. But I had to get to the outpost we had hidden out here. And, like fucking always, I’m the only one with the fucking balls to do it.

  We’d been on the road for days, checking all our outposts and the communities we had taken control off. I was fucking tired, wanted to get back to the Sanctuary, I needed to fuck someone and fucking soon. And this shit outpost was in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

 We’d heard a strange noise when we first entered the wooded area.

 “Jesus, boss! What the hell was that sound?!”

 “I don’t know D, just keep the fuck moving!”

  “That was howling, but that ain’t like any dog I’ve ever heard before!”

 “If it ain’t fucking walkers, then you shitheads pay it no mind and keep on a marching!”

 We walked further into the forest, the sounds seeming to fade away. When we reached a clearing the howling appeared again, intensified.

 “I’m out of here!”

 “Me too.”

  And that was the last I saw of those fuckers. I didn’t have time to dwell on the assholiness of my fucking supposed Saviors. Marching forth thru the high grass I was suddenly knocked on my ass by a herd of what looked like small dogs. What the actual fuck am I seeing here?!

 I got back on my feet to see the tall grasses being parted by nothing visible to me. I followed the part, thinking it had to be those dogs(?) that had plowed me the fuck over. When I reached the edge where the grass ended and the woods once again started, I heard something else, music? What the fuck?!

 I made sure Lucille was secure on my shoulder as I slowly and quietly stepped forward towards the beat. Peeking around a tree, I saw it. But my mind couldn’t fucking comprehend the shit that was going down.

 It was a party of some sort, people dancing, music playing, laughter filling the air. On the edge of this circle of people were the small dogs I had thought I had seen before. They appeared to be keeping guard, their back ends facing the small crowd, ears pricked forward towards the surrounding area.

 Now, this was definitely a fucking strange sight in these days. But it wasn’t the party of people that made this occurrence strange. Fuck no! It was the fact that the partiers in question were no more than a few fucking inches tall. And no, I’m not fucking crazy.

 I felt dizzy suddenly, not sure exactly what the fuckity fuck I was witnessing. It’s the apocalypse, the dead are roaming the earth. Are tiny people so hard to comprehend?!

 Fuck, yes they are!

 I stepped back, looking for a place to sit my ass down before I fell down. As I sat on a fallen tree trunk, I stepped on a twig, a sharp “snap” heard by the massive ears on one of the dog sentries. Turning to look right at me, I saw one of the people jump on its’ back and then they both headed my way. Shit!

 When the dog reached me, the little person, a woman I could now see, climbed up onto the dog’s head, holding onto its ears for balance.

 “Hello sir!” I could hear her, as tiny as she was, she was fucking loud. “I’m LilithElle of Pembrokeshire. And you are?” She looked as if she was holding out her tiny hand to me.

Okay.

 “Uh, um, I’m Negan of The Sanctuary.” I placed my hand down towards her. She took both of her miniature hands, clasping onto one of my fingers, attempting to “shake” it. Damn if it wasn’t cute.

 “Well a good afternoon to you, Negan of The Sanctuary! And welcome to our gathering!” She gestured towards the circle of party goers. “And this here,” she leant down to pat her dog’s head, “is Dal, he’s my steed, and my best friend.” She gently stroked between his ears, sitting down, her tiny legs crossing.

 “So, good sir, what brings you here? Most of your kind cannot see us. Is there something you’re searching for? Something you need, desire?” She stood once again, straightening the little outfit she wore, which wasn’t much, an itty bitty leaf bra and some sort of flower skirt. Do these creatures have the same anatomy as humans? Does this little lady standing in front of me have little tits and a teenie pussy? And why the fuck am I thinking about this?! Shit.

 I was wiping at my face, feeling fucking flush, when I suddenly felt something, someone, lightly touching my knee. Looking down and just about to swat what I thought must have been a fucking spider away, I realized the little lady was now standing on me. I must have looked like what I felt, because she had a concerned look on her face.

 “Mr. Negan, are okay? I know this must come as a bit of a shock, a horde of tiny people living in the woods with corgi steeds and invisible to most.” She patted my hand that rested on my leg. “Ask me anything, Mr. Negan. I’m an open book!” Her mini arms opening wide. “But do you mind if I sit here a bit? I’m afraid my legs are a wee bit tired, I’ve had a might busy morning.” She let out a big yawn, stretching her arms over her head, and fuck if I didn’t check her out.

 Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going nuts, I must have hit my fucking head when I fell and now I’m dreaming about a tiny half naked lady with nice tits. Okay, that could definitely explain all this.

 I didn’t know what to say, what to fucking think. I’m sitting in the woods, death, destruction all around me. And I’m in the middle of some psychedelic fucking acid trip chatting it up with a tiny sexy fucking fairy tale creature.

 “Okay, doll, your name again?”

 She looked up at me and I could see her beautiful eyes, a fucking kaleidoscope of different colors swirling around. “Well, we faes have very long names, but are given shorter names once our personalities show. I’m known as LilithElle. Some call me Lil as I’m a bit wee sized.”

 She giggled, covering her mouth in embarrassment. “I guess to you sir, we all are a bit wee!” She stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned back on her hands. “So, next question?”

 “You said most people can’t fucking see your kind. So why can I?” She seemed to be contemplating her answer.

 “One of my elders might be better to answer this, but I do know this. Usually someone who believes in us can definitely see, but my mother once told me that so can humans that have a fairy soulmate. So, Mr. Negan, do you believe in fairies?” She sat forward, resting her tiny chin in her hands, a look of all seriousness on her face.

 “Well, I guess I fucking do sweetheart, cause I sure as shit am looking at you right now.” I laughed, making my leg shake.

 “Whoa!” I realized that any fucking movement I made, no matter how small,  was like a fucking quake to little miss tiny. She was holding onto my thumb with all her fucking might. “I think I’ll jump back over to Dal, Mr. Negan.” She giggled again, such a sweet sound.

 She stood back up, turning to head back to her dog. “Hold on teenie tiny, climb onto my hand, let me get a better look at ya.” I placed my hand near her, palm up.

 She stepped onto my hand, sitting down, crisscrossing her long legs. “Okay, but please move slowly, I’m not fond of heights Mr. Negan.”

 I carefully began lifting my hand, keeping it fucking level. When reached my face, I brought her closer. “Hello doll, now I can see you better. Now call me Negan, no need for the formalities.”

 “Oooh, I’m high up! Hey Dal!” She leaned over my hand carefully, waving to her dog below on the ground. He began barking, jumping up on my knee causing me to almost drop tiny tot.

 “Down boy! If you knock Mr., I mean Negan down, I’ll come tumbling down too!” She was pointing her itty finger at the dog, chastising him. And I couldn’t help but notice her tiny fucking ass was pointed right in my face.

Fuck man, get a grip! It’s not like she’s a fucking normal size woman. Nothing can come out of this.

 But why the fuckity fuck am I so attracted to her. It’s like I’m drawn to the little doll. Jesus, this whole experience is freaking me the fuck out.

 She turned around, her tiny hands suddenly placed on her hips. “Like what you see Negan?” She giggled, which turned into her whole body laughing. “I’m just kiddin’ with you!” She sat down again, patting my thumb. “Would you like to meet everyone? We’re a friendly bunch!”

 The little lady has a fucking sense of humor, fuck, I’m in love! Hey, no not really, I mean shit, she’s the size of my dick.

 “Okay, they aren’t gonna try to fucking tie me down or something are they?” I couldn’t stop staring at her, wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I was holding an actual living breathing very fucking human looking creature. Or was it because I found her fucking breathtaking.

 She had long dark hair, I’d say it was black, but when the sun hit it, it changed colors, purple, blue, red. Her eyes, almost the same. Dark, but when the light hit they turned shades of purple, blue, green. They looked to almost be emitting light on their own. Her skin was pale, but fucking glittering. And she felt warm sitting in my hand, it was fucking nice.

I had to shake myself out of my fucking crazy thoughts. I’m fucking attracted to a fucking fairy? Jesus if I didn’t need to get back to my wives and soon.

 “Oh no, Negan. My people are very cordial, we’re a welcoming bunch we are!” She stood up, her hands behind her back, just looking up at me. “But, you must have people waiting for you? A mate? Children?” She spoke softly, looking down at her miniature bare feet , as if she didn’t want me to answer.

 “No, uh no mate, or kids. Shit no, not in this world. Besides sweetheart, I’m not the most pleasant man.”

 She tipped her head at me. “Now, I found that extremely hard to believe, Negan. You’ve been nothing but a gentle sir with me. And you make me laugh!” She started laughing, her hands coming around to the front of herself, clutching her itty stomach.

 “Well, doll, I guess you fucking bring out the best in me!” I laughed, careful not to shake my hand. She looked up at me with the sweetest smile.

 “While that is incredibly kind of you Negan, you don’t need anyone to bring out your best. You do that all by yourself! I’ve not met many of your kind I’m afraid, but the stories I’ve heard, well…” She wrapped her arms around her small frame, shivering.

 I wanted to get her back to smiling so I quickly spoke up. “Okay sweet thing, how about you fucking introduce me to your family. Do you want me to place you back down on your little dogger?”

 She beamed up at me. “Perfect!”

 I slowly moved her to the back of her dog, placing her gently down onto her saddle. I watched as she settled in, grabbing her “reins” that seemed to be made from twisted vines. Her saddle a bed of leaves with flowers as trim. She began speaking to him in a language that I couldn’t fucking understand. She then began making clicking sounds, the pup turning around.

 “Ready Negan?!” She yelled up at me.

 “Lead the way doll!” I followed, thinking I would have to be fucking careful, taking tiny steps so as to not overpower them. But I needn’t worry, that little fucker could run fast on those 4 tiny stumps for legs. We were quickly back at the celebration. She jumped off the dog, quickly making her way over to what looked like a stage of sorts, made out of rocks and logs.

 “Excuse me everyone! I have brought us a new friend from far away!” Her voice was loud, carrying across the partiers and to where I was standing. I was concerned, believing that her voice could attract the undead. Which made me wonder how they fought them? Were they here, wherever here was?

 When I came out of my fucking thoughts I realized a 100 sets of eyes were on me.

 “Uh, hello. I’m Negan, and I’m not sure where I am, or why I’m here. But LilithElle has been so very accommodating to me.” I looked over the tiny party goers, seeing only what looked like welcoming faces, not an angry fucking scared mob that I was sure I would see.

 “Welcome Negan! You’re in Pembrokeshire, home to the Alban clan.”  I noticed little doll walking back over towards me, stopping to talk to someone. They both began heading over to me.

 “Negan of The Sanctuary, this is my mam, she birthed me many moons ago.” She giggled that sweet sounding song making me smile.

 “Good noon Negan of The Sanctuary! A friend of my dear Lil is a friend of us all!” She stretched her hand high like her daughter had done, so I crouched down to meet her. As she touched my hand, she jolted backwards, falling into doll, the both of them collapsing into a heap on the ground.

 As they struggled to get up, I offered my hand for help. They both stood, straightening their outfits.

 “Mam, what’s the matter? You almost crushed me!” She began laughing, grabbing onto my thumb to steady herself.

 Doll’s mother stood and came right up to me. “Good sir, do you know what your purpose is here?”

 “Uh, I’m afraid I don’t know. One minute I’m walking thru a fucking field. Next thing I know I’m looking at, talking to, tiny people. Yeah, I’m fucking lost here sweetheart.”

 “I know your reason for being brought to us.”

 Doll stepped over to the other woman’s side. “Please, do tell us!”

 “Negan, you kind sir, are my daughter’s soulmate.”

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Belts Part 2 (END)

Summary: For @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and her 2nd Negan Writing Challenge, this is for a Negan x OC x Simon prompt. OC Maria is Latina and plus-sized.  

Word Count:  9918

Warnings: Foul Language, Sexual Imagery and Language, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Negan and Simon, Choking Kink, Spanking Kink, Threesome, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Rimming

Author: @genevievedarcygranger 

Author’s Note: I hurt my wrist so it took me foreverrrr to grind this out. I’m super late, but here you goooo. Sorry!

Negan’s smile was like the sun while Simon’s expression darkened with lust, stormy in comparison. Watching as both of the men transformed in front of her, Maria wondered if this was a good idea. After all, a threesome as her first time was going to be a lot to handle, especially with these two no doubt well-experienced and passionate men. But as she considered the state of this new world, this didn’t seem like such an unconventional first time. In fact, this was a fantasy come to life, a dream come true.

Rubbing his hands together with glee, Negan said, “Let’s head on upstairs then.” He grabbed Lucille and his bag in one hand, and then Simon’s bag and Maria’s bag in the other. Giving Simon a nod, Negan headed upstairs first.

 A little confused, Maria barely had time to look to Simon before he scooped her up in his arms bridal style. She was so surprised that she squealed before she could clap her hand over her own mouth to muffle the noise. “Sorry,” she whispered as she glanced over at the sleeping, snoring men, “I was just surprised that you could carry me.” Maria was no light-weight, delicate thing.

In response, Simon only smiled at her and whispered back conspiratorially, “You don’t have to worry about being quiet. They’ll no doubt hear you when you scream.” With that he waggled his eyebrow meaningfully and started upstairs after Negan, not struggling with Maria at all.

Wrapping her arms around Simon’s neck, Maria felt a telltale wetness begin between her legs. Inside Maria was warm with the beginnings of arousal and it burned in her gut much stronger than the tequila did. Not only did she think she was ready for this, but she was so very eager for it as well.

Once upstairs, Simon found the master bedroom with Negan already inside, his black leather jacket spread over the back of a desk chair and his boots neatly standing in a corner. His red scarf and one black leather glove were laying on the desk next to Lucille, and his bag was sitting in the desk chair, his bandage resting on top of that. Simon’s and Maria’s bags were adjacent to the desk on the floor. Negan himself was sprawled out on the bed, waiting in his pants and white shirt for them. At the sight of Simon carrying Maria, Negan spread out his arms in a welcoming gesture, smile still there. “Drop her here,” he ordered.

Without question, Simon did as he was told, though he more or less gently lowered Maria to the bed next to Negan rather than tossing her like a sack of potatoes. Maria’s body had barely touched the bedcovers when Negan rolled over to her, placing his hand in her hair, which he rubbed between his fingertips. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Then he kissed her, and Maria who was just as inexperienced to kissing as she was to sex and alcohol was swept away in that moment. She had always daydreamed about kissing, but she never thought that it could be such a heady experience. The tender skin around her mouth burned from his beard, his nose nuzzling her cheek as they kissed. Negan tasted like the tequila, thankfully, rather than his kidney beans, and if Maria wasn’t a little buzzed before she was now. If kissing Negan was this good, then fucking him and Simon would be so much better.

Lost in the kiss, Maria whined her displeasure when Negan’s mouth left hers, trailing down her neck. That whine soon shifted to a moan of pleasure, and she was surprised by just how good kisses felt on her neck, too.

Chuckling softly at her responsiveness, Negan muttered into her skin, “Tell us what shit you like, what shit you don’t like. We’ll do the same.” He started to gently nip at the tender flesh, enjoying the flavor of her skin, “Is there any shit you want to try or shit you don’t want to try?”

After feeling a particularly sharp nip, Maria moaned, “Just keep doing that, please, God.”

Again, he chuckled, “So fucking polite, but there’s no need to call me God, though I am a sex god.” Negan’s voice was like silk on her eardrums, breath moist and warm against the shell of her ear, a slightly ticklish sensation compared to the pleasantly scratchy texture of his beard. “Just call me Daddy.” With that, he did as she asked and kept pressing hickies into her neck until he was sure that it be impossible to hide them all, even with her hair.

On command, Maria moaned, “Daddy!” She was gushing at this point, but just too wrapped up in what Negan’s mouth was doing to really notice. Negan’s mouth suckled her earlobe, nose pressing into a sensitive spot behind her ear, and Maria was on fire.

On cue, Negan pulled back, turning to look at Simon who was still standing at the foot of the bed, watching them with heavy-lidded eyes. At the loss of his mouth, Maria opened her eyes and saw that Simon had already removed his button-up shirt and his undershirt, setting them both aside while her and Negan made out. Now she watched, entranced, as Simon unbuckled the top belt that was slung around his hips, used for his gun holster. Riveted by the sight of Simon’s pecs bouncing from the movement, Maria’s hungry eyes roved all over his exposed flesh. Simon was fucking ripped with rippling abs, every muscle well-defined and as cut as a flawless diamond. In Maria’s opinion, Simon himself was flawless, too; her mouth watered to taste him and touch him, starting first with his nipples.

Suddenly, Negan’s voice rolled over her nerves as he instructed, “Go ahead, you can touch. Why don’t you help Simon fucking strip?” Negan had scarcely finished speaking before Maria was crawling towards the foot of their bed, her eyes on the prize and the prize being Simon, of course. They locked eyes with each other and Maria sat up on her knees at the end of the bed as she threw herself at him for a kiss, capturing his bottom lip between hers and suckling. His kiss was much more different than Negan’s.

Whereas Negan practically devoured her hungrily, more rhythmic with his movements by jutting his chin and nuzzling with his nose – Simon was much gentler. If anything, Maria had copied Negan’s domineering kissing style, a cheap imitation since she was inexperienced otherwise. However, Simon quickly took the lead and he kissed softly, as if he were drinking her in and savoring the flavor. Negan had kept his hands in her hair, arms wrapped around neck gently to hold her in place. Simon, however, wrapped one arm around her waist and ever so tenderly caressed her cheek, the embrace sweet.

Given the comparison, Maria couldn’t say she preferred one over the other as she was too hung up on feeling to think so clearly. Maria’s arms were hanging over his broad shoulders, and she could feel his back muscles ripple powerfully underneath her hands. Pressed flush against him, she could also feel his muscles bunch and coil like a snake. The more pressing new sensation, though, was the feel of Simon’s mustache tickling her nose. Eventually, she had to break the kiss herself so she could breathe.

Maria didn’t go far, though, as she sat back on her heels and dragged her hands down his torso. Looking up, she caught Simon’s eye again as she deliberately thumbed his nipples. Simon groaned, head tilting back, and Maria sat forward again and took a nipple in her mouth, sucking it. Once she worshipped it to her liking, she repeated the process on his other nipple, too. Then she dragged her tongue down his stomach, playfully flicking it inside his navel. Simon’s groan shifted to giggles slightly, and Maria pulled back slightly, pleased with herself.

She had always wanted to do this, and now that she was, she found that it was more fun and interesting to explore their bodies then experience any pleasure for herself. With newfound confidence, she finally grabbed the belt that held up Simon’s cargo pants and quickly unbuckled it. The belt hissed between the belt loops as she pulled it out and tossed it away, the metal buckle thunking on the floor. Her clever fingers undid the pants’ button and unzipped the zipper. It wasn’t until now that her confidence started to waver, and her movements slowed. Hesitantly, she placed her hands on either side of Simon’s hips, gripping his pants and boxers tightly, having the choice to push them off of not.

Catching her eye, Simon raised an eyebrow in question, silently asking if they should continue. Licking her lips, Maria nodded yes. Simon’s hands came down on top of hers as he pushed his remaining clothing down his strong, thick, and powerful thighs. His erection sprang up in her face and Maria had to release her hold on him and pull back to see it all in full. Both his pants and boxers slipped down his legs the rest of the way, and Simon stood proudly before her. By all means, he had every right to be so proud when he was in fantastic shape and was so well endowed to boot. It was a little intimidating how big he was, and Maria found herself taking it in hand.

Her fingers were almost able to wrap around it fully but not quite, considering its girth. Curious, Maria wrapped her other hand around it, too, and held it vertically, her way of measuring its length. Some of the shaft and the bulbous, mushroom tip still protruded from her hands so she would say he was close to 10 inches. From what she remembered from listening to other girls gossip about cocks, they said anything more than 7 was too much, too messy. Properly daunted, Maria swallowed. Simon’s cock would surely destroy her pussy and she would choke to death around it, too. Part of her was excited to try, too, very interesting in choking. Holding his cock like this, Maria could also see his balls – the weakness of all men. His balls looked incredibly soft, softer than his cock in her hands right now. She wanted to put those in her mouth, too. Considering, Maria thought that he had a pretty cock all in all, surrounded by a black bush of pubic hair.

From behind her, Maria heard Negan instruct her, “Stop torturing poor Simon and fucking suck him off already.” Twisting around, Maria saw that Negan had stripped off his white shirt and was sitting back against the headboard. Like Simon, Negan was hairy, but not overly so, but unlike Simon, Negan lacked muscle definition and had black tattoos littering his body. Promising herself that she would explore Negan’s body and tattoos more thoroughly later, Maria turned back to the task literally at hand.

So long as she was in charge, Maria was comfortable doing this. In fact, this is what she had been looking forward to from sex: the giving rather than the receiving. After all, she had been pleasuring herself for a while, now, so she knew how orgasms felt. What she wanted was to satisfy a man – literally hold all this power in her hand. Maria wanted to make Simon and Negan feel good more than she herself wanted to feel good. She wanted everything from this experience, to taste and swallow and fulfil all her secret fantasies.

With that thought in mind, Maria looked up resolutely at a patiently waiting Simon. “Can you hold my hair back, Simon?” Maria asked him, “I don’t want it to be in the way.”

Caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, Simon nodded and then gently gathered up her hair in one hand, his fist acting as ponytail for her. Smiling at him in thanks, Maria tugged on him slightly and Simon stepped forward so that she would be able to work with him better. She thanked him with a smile again, and then took a deep breath before she got down to work.

Feeling brave, she took as much of his as she could into her mouth, taking him much farther than she thought she would be able to. Relaxing her throat, she eased him down further, swallowing repeatedly as she held him there, her tongue on the underside of his cock licking. It was getting difficult to breathe, but she didn’t want to come up until she had to. The feeling of the actual skin of the cock was soft, the taste unique, but in her mouth and into her throat it was a hard obstruction, and she was careful not to nick him with her teeth by mistake. Maria was slightly choking, but she liked it, surprising herself. The rest of his cock she worked with her hands, massaging him.

Finally, when she desperately needed oxygen, she pulled away, flicking her tongue playfully over the head. Using her saliva as lubricant, she started the tugging motion, twisting her wrists as she went. Her eyes were glued to his veiny cock, watching with glee as he beaded with precum. Using her thumb, she spread out that drop of moisture over the rest of his cock, too, looking up at him to see if she was doing this right.

Above her Simon was silent, but his mouth hung open and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was either in extreme pain or extreme pleasure, and Maria hoped that it was the former. A flush of color spread across his chest that rapidly rose and fell with his breathing. The grip he had on her hair was tight, but he didn’t yank or pull at her, being very gentle and allowing her to take the lead. Maria could see that she was doing this right then, and immediately went back to laving his cock with kisses.

Tonguing the slit, Maria pursed her lips at her first proper taste of precum. It was bitter, though not exactly unpleasant. She was going to try swallowing his orgasm when the time came.

Until then, Maria licked down his cock to his balls, and sucked one into her mouth, rolling it around her tongue. Her hands worked the rest of his cock, squeezing tight, and she was pleased to hear Simon give a low groan and ever so slightly tug on her hair, not directing her, but just tugging slightly with encouragement. She switched to the other ball and Simon groaned again, louder this time. Pleased with the noise, she tongued the seam and Simon was rhythmically groaning now and pulling more firmly on her hair.

Licking her way back up his shaft, when Maria reached the head again she popped it in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it like a lollipop. She missed lollipops, but if she could replace them with Simon’s cock, she could adapt quickly. Hollowing her cheeks, she bobbed her head steadily up and down, managing to put at least half of his cock in her mouth and stimulating the rest of his with her hands. Steadily, Simon was getting louder and louder, though his groans were still wordless.

Pulling his cock out of her throat to give herself a break, she kissed the tip gently, and traced patterns on the head. At first, they were aimless patterns, but then Maria found herself spelling out the alphabet in what could be cursive. He was twitchy in her hand, on edge but not quite to the breaking point yet. It wasn’t intentional, but then Maria traced the letter M on the head of his cock, the V of the letter cutting neatly through his slit and Simon actually groaned words this time. “I’m close,” he managed to convey to her.

That should have been the signal for Maria to sit back and just finish him using strictly her hands, or better yet release him and crawl back to Negan. But Maria was not a tease or afraid. Her lips wrapped around his cock again and she sucked hard, looking up in time to make eye contact with a very confused Simon, who expected her to stop. Maria only winked at him and repetitively shaped the letter M over his cock in her mouth while she stroked him with one hand, the other hand cupping his balls. With that, Simon only had time to choke out, “I’m coming!”

Then Maria was choking as Simon shot his load down her throat. She took it in stride, though, swallowing it down and not releasing his cock from her mouth until he finished three thick and creamy spurts later. When she did pull her lips away with an audible pop, there was a string of saliva beading from the cock’s head to her mouth until she licked her lips. In her hands, Simon was rapidly softening, and Maria nuzzled the flaccid cock affectionately before she dropped him completely. She didn’t move away yet, though, waiting until Simon opened his eyes after his heady orgasm, and then she smiled at him. “You taste so good, Simon. That was really nice,” she hummed happily. Her hand dragged down his quivering stomach fondly.

“Shit,” Simon cursed softly, legs wobbly after that intense orgasm, “if that’s your first time giving head, you’re amazing.” He belatedly caught her hand on his stomach and gave it a squeeze. “You didn’t have to swallow, but damn that was hot.”

Proud she could impress Simon and satisfy him in full, she admitted, “I wanted to swallow.” Then she turned back to Negan, expectant, giving Simon some time and space to recover.

Having watched Simon and Maria with great interest, Negan had wrestled his pants and boxers down, kicking them off and on the floor. With his own erection free, he stroked it rapidly as he watched them, managing to sit at a good enough angle so that he could see everything Maria was doing to Simon’s cock. She didn’t do half-bad for an amateur to Negan, and he couldn’t wait to have his fun with her next. “Show me what you learned from Simon,” Negan egged her on, “Practice makes fucking perfect.”

All too eager to taste Negan’s cock now, Maria moved over to him now. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, right over the pirate tattoo he had of skull and crossbones. Looking up at him, she asked, “Were you in a biker gang?”

“No,” Negan laughed, covering her hand with his own, “just young and stupid. I wanted to give my mom a heart-attack and piss off my old man.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled, “It worked.”

Unable to help herself, Maria smiled back and leaned down to him, kissing the tattoo. She sucked his nipples, too, which were just as sensitive as Simon’s, but rather than go lower, Maria’s mouth travelled upward lazily. Maria didn’t want this to be over too soon. Stopping when she spied another tattoo, this one more flowery with a bird and ribbon, she touched that one as well with her hand and looked up at him. “And this?”

“That was the tattoo I got for my mom to make up for getting a fucking tattoo to begin with,” Negan explained to her, “She didn’t much care for this one either.”

Humming thoughtfully, Maria kissed that one, too, before she switched to the other arm where he had a cross tattoo. “I didn’t peg you as the religious type.”

Understandable, Negan’s voice was soft when he answered her, “I was before all this.”

Nodding, Maria kissed that tattoo before moving further down that arm. On the outside of his forearm was a word – Bisou. “What’s this mean?” she curiously asked, dragging her tongue over the cursive letters and covering it in soft kisses, eyes locked with his.

“French for kiss,” Negan translated, “My favorite kind of fucking kisses. I thought I was being fucking clever when I got it.”

“Trying to impress a girl?” Simon asked from the foot of the bed, his voice quiet. He was watching them closely, just sitting there. It was a comfortable moment, and Maria was almost reminded of a sleepover.

Thinking of Lucille and how Negan got it for her once he was sure she was the one, he swallowed thickly. Simon knew about Lucille, but he didn’t know Negan much before the end, just at the very start. They were close now, but Negan didn’t swap stories much about his past life and neither did Simon. That didn’t matter, though, they were still loyal friends regardless. “Yeah, Simon, you fucking got me,” Negan admitted.

Looking back down at Maria, he didn’t mind her worshipping the tattoos or being so inquisitive. It was kind of cute in its own way. Still, he stopped her before she could further ask. “And this one,” he turned his arm over, showing off the old-fashioned pistol on the inside of his forearm, “I got just because it was badass.” He shrugged, still thinking that it was pretty badass. “Tattoos are as fucking addictive as fucking. Once you start getting them, you just can’t stop.”

Unbothered – and actually rather attracted by the tattoos – Maria teased, “Could be worse. You could have a barcode on your neck like Laura. And she even got that stupid as tattoo before the end.” She kissed the pistol, stroking her fingers over it. This was nice, almost as nice as the kissing and sucking dick. “I’d never get a tattoo, and never had the chance before anyway. Again, my parents.” Mentioning them now, Maria didn’t feel as bad.

Laughing, Negan had to agree with her about her first statement. Laura’s tattoo may seem intimidating to strangers, but once you got to know her, it was just stupid. Laura was still beautiful anyway, but the tattoo was off-putting just for what is was and its bizarre placement. “You don’t need a fucking tattoo, Maria, you’re too damn beautiful.”

Flattered, but privately disagreeing, Maria earnestly told Negan, “You’re beautiful, too.”

Ego-inflated by the compliment, Negan watched as Maria trailed kisses back to his chest, up to his neck. He was amused by her exploration and just a little frustrated that she wasn’t paying attention to his cock. Deliberately, he caught Simon’s eye, meaningfully expressing that Simon should jump back in and help him with Maria. Out of the three of them here, Maria was the only one still fully clothed.

Immediately understanding Negan’s meaning, Simon shifted his position on the bed and reached for Maria. She was kneeled beside Negan, kissing the soft skin of his stomach now, her hands resting on his hips. From Simon’s angle, she offered a nice view of her large, jean-clad derriere bent over like that. Simon was looking forward to seeing her exposed in full and having a taste of her for himself. He placed his hand on her covered calf and squeezed – and Maria immediately pulled it out of his grasp and sat back up from Negan, looking back at him with a confused expression on her face.

A little sheepish, Simon explained, “You can’t exactly call it a threesome if we’re not all actively participating. Right now, I’m just a voyeur.”

“He has a fucking point, Maria,” Negan agreed with his friend, and gently grabbed her chin, turning her to face him again. “We want to see you, all of you, fucking taste and fuck every inch. Can’t do that with you wearing too many fucking layers.”

Confidence wavering, Maria faltered now, unsure of what to do. “What,” she stuttered from her nerves, blushing deeply, “what do you want me to do?”

“Get fucking naked,” Negan bluntly said.

Simultaneously, Simon said, “Take your clothes off.”

Either way, both men said essentially the same thing. They were both looking at her hungrily, eager for her. It was a little intense to have both of their attention on her, and rather than feeling conceited, Maria was anxious. She didn’t want to disappoint either of them, and she believed that when they would see her, she would be lacking. “Um,” she hedged.

“Come on, we’ll lend a fucking hand or two,” Negan assured her. Surprising Maria with a kiss (she didn’t expect him to kiss after she just swallowed Simon’s come, but Negan didn’t seem to mind one bit), he wrapped his arms around her. Caught up in the kiss, Maria was dimly aware of when Negan’s hands crept under her shirt, gently stroking her skin. She didn’t stop him, though she could tell that he was curious by the odd texture of her skin. The explanation would come later. For now, he didn’t dwell on it long as he reached further and further up until he found her bra. Without any fumbling on his part, he unhooked it neatly. Pulling away, gasping for air, Maria used this as an opportunity to remove her bra without pulling off her shirt. Eagerly, Negan watched. “Damn, I love when you chicks do that shit.”

Giggling, Maria flung the bra back at Simon, it smacking him in the face and covering his eyes. When he pulled it away and tossed it with the rest of the clothes, he saw that Maria had shifted until she was kneeling over Negan. Negan was pressed backwards against the pillows, trapped in Maria’s passionate kiss, her hands entwined in his slick, black hair. Seizing the opportunity, Simon crawled further up the bed until he was kneeling directly behind Maria.

While both Negan and Maria were distracted by their kissing, Simon cupped Maria’s rear, making her aware of his position. He didn’t want to scare her off again. This time, Maria pushed her rear back against him. Simon’s cock, rapidly rising to the challenge again, pulsed excitedly at the contact. Instinctively he grinded himself against her, hands slipping down her hips until he reached the front of her jeans. Blindly but with ease, he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants before he slipped a hand inside of her jeans. Cupping her mound through her panties, Simon trailed his fingers down her seam. Even though her panties still blocked the way, Simon could feel the gathering moisture between her thighs. “Excited, huh?” He needlessly asked, more for teasing than for clarification, because obviously that wasn’t needed.

In response, Maria wiggled, but she didn’t pull away. She was still kissing Negan, her tongue down his throat. From Simon’s viewpoint, Negan still had his hands under her shirt and he was cupping her breasts, most likely molding them together and twisting her nipples. Maria was making small noises, muffled by the kissing, and Simon wanted to make her make those sounds, too.

Encouraged by her wetness, Simon slipped his hand under her panties now, fingers combing a path through her bush until her reached her wet center again. She was soaked, and Simon was fully hard again at this point. Maria’s noises were sharper now, a higher pitch, and Simon attributed that to him. Coating his fingers in her arousal, he searched for her clit, quickly finding it and rubbing it assertively. “God, you’re so wet,” Simon grunted appreciatively.  Immediately, Maria stopped kissing Negan long enough to whimper, and she bucked back into Simon’s hand, wordlessly begging for more.

From where he was pinned underneath Maria, Negan watched her face as Simon played with her. Negan’s hands were indeed full of Maria’s heavy breasts under her shirt, and he was thumbing her nipples steadily until there were pebbled and hard underneath his touch. “You’re responding so well for Daddy, Maria.” A little dazed from the kissing, Negan watched in awe as Maria’s face crumpled in pleasure, her mouth falling open and breath fanning across his cheeks. The sounds she made were so sinful, but as sweet as music. Still, Negan wanted more.

Releasing her breasts, Negan grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged, signaling that he wanted it off. Simon saw the movement and pulled his hand out of Maria’s panties. He cleaned off his fingers, savoring her salty tang. Oh, he was definitely going to have to drink from the source now. In a similar fashion to Negan, Simon grasped the waistband of her jeans and panties, waiting for her permission. 

Able to think again now that they stopped stimulating her, Maria took a deep and steadying breath. Sitting back on her heels, she leaned back against Simon, pressing herself to him for comfort. The movement forced Negan to release her, but Simon maintained his hold easily. She craned her neck, twisting until she could press a kiss to the corner of Simon’s strong jaw, and she brought her hand up to pet his cheek softly, too. Then she looked back down at Negan, maintaining eye contact as she gave him a weak smile, the best she could manage. There was no going back now, but she was beyond that point already. Maria wanted this desperately, but she didn’t want to ruin anything.

This was unavoidable, though, so she quickly pulled off her shirt, twisting in such a way so as to avoid elbowing Simon in the gut. Tossing the shirt away, she belatedly fiddled with her hair, nervous. Though Simon wouldn’t be able to see her, Negan was getting an eyeful of everything. Anxiously, she awaited his approval.

Once the shirt was off, Negan’s eyes immediately zoned in on Maria’s breasts. He was a breasts kind of man, through and through, one of his favorite sex acts being coming all over a nice pair of tits and helping the girl lick them clean. Maria undeniably had a nice pair of tits, so Negan was already formulating in his mind how he was going to have to pull out of her in time to shower them with his come and attention.

Impressed, Negan whistled at her. Her breasts were large, so heavy that they sagged a bit from being supported by a bra that lacked an underwire, but Negan didn’t care how saggy they were so long as they were big. Maria’s nipples were brown, just a little less pink than her lips, and they were budded from Negan’s attention already. In anticipation, Negan wet his lips. It was then that Negan noticed the dark purplish stretchmarks on the sides of her breasts, and how they crawled up her stomach and the sides of her hips.

They didn’t bother him at all – he was used to them, in fact. All of his wives, barring Amber, had stretchmarks. Hell, even Lucille – Negan couldn’t help but think about Lucille – had angry red stretchmarks on the backsides of her knees that she hated, but Negan never really noticed. Really, only Maria’s stood out because they were everywhere for one, and for another they were so stark. Negan imagined, though, it was because of her dark skin, so he quickly brushed it aside. Maria was still damned beautiful. “Damn, Maria, you’re so fucking hot.”

When Negan caught Maria’s gaze again, he saw that she was surprised, so much so that she leaned back into Simon again, defensively wrapping her arms around her middle. “No, no, don’t give me that shit, Maria. I want to see you.” Negan snapped, “Simon, touch her fucking tits. They’re a-fucking-mazing.”

Unlike Negan, Simon didn’t get to see the full-frontal nudity. Instead, he saw the stretchmarks running over her shoulder blades like angel wings. Like Negan, though, Simon shrugged it off. Being so muscular himself, he had stretchmarks, too, faded silvery on his thighs.

Eager to see the front of her, Simon pulled her to him incredibly closer, peeking over her shoulder to see her breasts. Negan was right to call them a-fucking-mazing. Simon didn’t need to be told twice to touch them as he cupped one in each hand, pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Maria moaned, throwing her head back, narrowly missing slamming her skull into Simon’s nose. Luckily, Simon had the foresight to avoid it, and dipped his head down to press kisses to her already abused neck. They were grinding against each other, Simon’s cock sensitive from his previous orgasm and a little uncomfortable from the fabric of her jeans. He needed to get these pants off of her, and quick.

Not minding being a voyeur at all, Negan mindlessly fucked his fist. His bottom lip was pinched tight between his teeth, and was close to coming. The only reason he held himself back and just teased at the edge of an orgasm was because he had ideas about where to put his come, specifically in her mouth or on her breasts.

He watched as one of Simon’s hand travelled up to her neck, seemingly on its own accord. Simon grasped it firmly, applying pressure but not a dangerous amount. Whether Simon knew it or not, he was choking Maria. Maria wanted it, though, Negan could tell by the brightness in her eyes and the way she chewed on her bottom lip. Negan watched Simon squeeze her throat tightly and then relaxing his grip every so often, the same rhythm he used to play with her breasts.  

“Fan-fucking-tastic tits,” Negan groaned, wanting to play with them again, already. “Come to Daddy, Maria, and let me have a taste.” Lifting his freehand that had been fisting the sheets, Negan made a come-hither motion using two fingers.

A mess of moans and arousal, Maria barely had time to open her eyes to see Negan make his suggestive gesture. Her hands, which had been held over Simon’s larger ones, gently peeled his fingers away, moving them back down to her hips. There his hands once again gripped the waistband of her jeans and panties, ready to pull those down and expose her. Obediently, Maria moved back over to Negan, kneeling between his spread legs. “Daddy,” she said in an especially soft sort of voice, more than a little breathless.

At the title, Negan smirked devilishly with delight. “Damn right.” He cupped her breasts again, pushing them together, and captured both nipples between his teeth. Negan was quite literally nipping the nipples. Soothing the sharp pain with his tongue, he sucked both into his mouth in a parody of a kiss, his movements sloppy but still driving Maria wild all the same. His short beard scrubbed at the tender flesh of her breasts, leaving a burning trail in its wake. Maria loved it all.

Wanting to taste a part of Maria himself, Simon wasted no time finally yanking her pants down over her wide hips. Finally, her rear was exposed, dimpled. Smoothing a hand over it, Simon marveled at the softness. Then he brought his hand down sharply with a crack, and watched the flesh ripple and blush bright red in the shape of a handprint.

After the first initial spank, Maria jerked in surprise, not expecting that. The movement made her press forward, nearly smothering Negan, but then she pushed back, aching for more. The spanking had actually turned her on, the sting all too pleasurable. Muffling her moans by biting her bottom lip, Maria cupped the back of Negan’s neck, holding him to her to service her breasts while she twisted her neck around to see Simon. Releasing her bottom lip, Maria moaned, “Please, Simon, spank me with your belt.” Deliberately, she shook her hips from side to side, and for a moment Simon was hypnotized.

Then he registered what Maria had just asked him, and Simon was scrambling to oblige. Despite being naked with an obvious erection, Simon looked rather graceful as he rolled to the edge of the bed and snatched up the belt that held up his pants from where it lay discarded on the floor. When he came back to Maria, she was already turned back around, wrapped up in Negan who was too wrapped up in her breasts. With only a small amount of hesitation, Simon took the belt and brought it on Maria’s cheek, the one he didn’t spank earlier with his hand.

The difference in the spanking method was made obvious by how volatile Maria’s reaction was. Maria cried out, loudly, not even bothering to muffle her sounds this time. She threw her head back again, tossing her long, black hair over her back. There was a slight quiver, she was buckling. Maybe it was Simon’s imagination, but he could’ve sworn he heard her gush. It was undeniable that he could smell her arousal, though, the smell musky and feminine.

All of it made Simon’s cock even harder, and he could barely contain himself from tasting her now or burying himself inside her pussy. He wanted to make her scream in the best ways possible. Again, he brought the belt down in a different spot this time. He didn’t think bruises would be a good idea for her first time. Watching her skin react by blushing, her flesh jiggling. If Negan was a breasts man, then Simon was undoubtedly an ass man. Simon gave Maria breaks between the spanks, counting them himself. Once he reached ten, he stopped figuring that was enough. Soothing her, he gently ran his hands over her hot and reddened skin after he set the belt aside. “Damn, you’ve got a nice, fat ass.” He squeezed it in the palms of his head, playfully lifting it up where he saw a peep of her dripping pussy underneath.

Though Negan had been busy playing with Maria’s breasts, he had heard the sharp cracks and knew exactly what was going on. Fondly scrubbing his hairy cheeks against her chest, Negan pulled back and looked up at her blushing face, tears forming in her brown eyes. Her mouth was wide open, tongue sweeping across her bottom lip, and Negan remembered that he was owed a blowjob. “Simon? Use that belt and tie Maria’s hands back.”

Briefly a look of panic shot across Maria’s face, but the panic was quickly chased away by curious, which in turn was replaced by arousal. Despite being a virgin, Maria was a kinky little thing. Just how Negan liked them. He was excellent at reading people’s desires, it was in his nature and made every job he had easier. Popping Maria’s cherry wasn’t going to be any different. “Don’t you worry, Maria, we’re gonna take care of you.” Negan kissed her for comfort as Simon looped the belt around Maria’s wrist. Maria didn’t protest at all, compliant to every direction given so far.

Once the belt was in place, neither too loose nor too tight, Simon tapped Negan’s leg. Immediately, Negan pulled back from the kiss and bossed Maria in a very firm, dark voice, “Now Maria, you’re gonna suck Daddy off and swallow down every bit of Daddy’s come. Daddy doesn’t like to waste that shit, and if you don’t drink it, then you’re gonna where it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Maria breathed, practically quivering with excitement.

Pleased, Negan nodded at her. “Good girl.” Then he shoved her head down to his cock, a little rough, but not overly so. He had been patient long enough.

Forced down at eyelevel to it now, Maria could no longer ignore Negan’s erection. The head was an angry red, the tip weeping. He had angry cock, upset with Maria for not worshipping it. Well, she was going to have to rectify that – after she teased him for a bit longer.

Rather than immediately taking it into her mouth, Maria pressed kissing to the v of Negan’s hips, kissing all around his cock at the base except for the cock and balls. Her breath blew gently across his skin, a ghost of what her mouth would actually feel like. Maria even peppered the inside of his thighs with kisses, and for a while, Negan allowed it, gently playing with her hair. The only reason he was allowing this was because it was her first time, and he knew that she needed to be allowed to explore. He could push her to her limits otherwise, like with the belts, but other than that Maria was in complete control.

Eventually, though, Negan got too irritated and wound up. “Maria, be a good girl. Only good girls get to come.” Using the grip he had on her hair, Negan pulled her into place and bucked his hips up, hitting her face with the head of his cock. That couldn’t go ignored.

A little surprised but not opposed being manhandled this way, Maria hid her giggles by engulfing his cock in her mouth. Negan was a little shorter than Simon to Maria’s approximation, and she could tell that he was less thick. Still as she bobbed her head up and down, Maria could tell that Negan was still very well endowed. Negan wasn’t as much of a gentleman as Simon, though, because he had no qualms about fucking her mouth and deliberately gagging her. He held her head in place and thrusted into her, and all Maria could do was relax her throat for him, choking. Her eyes were watery, swimming with tears now from lack of oxygen. No doubt her throat was going to be sore tomorrow. At one point, Negan thrusted particularly deep, and Maria actually felt his balls brush up against her chin and she got a noseful of pubic hair, too.

Maria didn’t shy away, though. In fact, she loved being dominated and used for pleasure. If Negan wanted to use her as a come-dump, then that was fine by her. So, happy where she was, Maria started humming. The vibrations from her throat added to Negan’s pleasure, and he quickened his pace, the grip on her hair tightening, too. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck,” Negan steadily cursed, rapidly approaching his climax.

Meanwhile, Simon had been shifting around on his end, pulling Maria’s pants and panties all the way off and out of the way. Settling comfortably on the bed on his stomach, he used his hands to push Maria’s legs open wider, her thick thighs hiding her pussy. He rolled on his back, maneuvering around until he had his head between her legs, his broad shoulders wedged between Maria’s knees which also forced Negan to spread his legs wider, too. It was from this angle that Simon planned to eat Maria out.

Confidently, he grasped the meaty part of her inner thighs and spread them wide so he had a clear view of what he was working with. Then he used his fingers and peeled the dewy outer lips back. Now he had a clear view of everything. Hungrily, Simon dove in and found her clit again, this time wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

He couldn’t tell what was her pubic hair or his mustache, but all Simon knew was that everything was wet. Maria’s arousal dripped all over his chin and dribbled down his neck, but Simon knew that licking her there wouldn’t really heighten her pleasure. It was the clitoris that really got a woman going, so he dragged his tongue all over it and sucked hard, maintaining pressure. Every so often, he gently scrubbed his mustache over it so he could breathe, but other than that, Maria’s clit was Simon’s main point of attack, so he kept at it.

Negan knew the exact moment that Simon started licking Maria because Maria immediately grinded down, her fat ass no longer up in the air. Wrapping her hair around his wrists, Negan pushed into her willing mouth over and over again, enjoying the slight scrape of her teeth. It was a shame that Maria wasn’t a wife, otherwise Negan would put her mouth to good use every night if he could.

No, he wasn’t going to propose to Maria, he had a feeling that she preferred Simon over him. Besides, she was too damn good of a Savior to do anything but that. It would be a waste to have her sit on her perfect ass all day and suck dick all night when she could handle any situation thrown at her. Negan had always known that Maria was a valuable asset to the community, but now Negan was learning firsthand about her other uses and experiencing them for himself. He was enjoying it thoroughly.

Too soon, Negan was orgasming, and he didn’t even have enough time to warn Maria as he was too busy muttering curses. Near simultaneously, Maria reached her own peak, too. Therefore, she was so vulnerable and caught off guard that some of Negan’s come started dripping from her mouth before she could swallow. It drizzled down on his balls, and Negan panted to her, “Maria, look at the damn mess you’ve made. Clean all this shit up.”

Still recovering from her orgasm – her very unexpected orgasm – Maria flopped her head down, cheek resting on Negan’s hairy thigh. A little tired, her tongue half-heartedly licked, searching for the come that she missed. Negan tasted horrible compared to Simon, but Maria liked it anyway. She just did. Simon was soothing her in the aftershocks of her orgasm, kissing her thighs and nuzzling them affectionately, his mustache tickling her. Rejuvenated from Simon’s actions, Maria licked Negan more confidently and found herself tracing a trail of come down even lower. Suddenly, she found herself facing Negan’s hole, puckered and quivering in the wake of his orgasm. Surprising even herself, she circled the tip of her tongue around it three times and then licked it.

Above her, Negan jerked, and his soft cock throbbed. “God, Maria, save that for another day.” Reaching down, Negan pulled her back up to his mouth and he kissed her, not minding at all where her mouth had been. Simon moved out from under her thighs after affectionately sucking a hickey there, his way of saying farewell. With her hands restrained as they were, Maria had little else to anchor herself down except for her throbbing pussy, dripping wet, and her bruised, tender mouth. So, once again, she lost herself in the kiss, allowing Negan to take the lead as he tasted the remnants of his essence on her mouth. Simon again positioned himself behind her on his knees, and the head of his cock nudged against her ass, reminding her of what was really important here.

Once he was satisfied, Negan pulled away, enjoying the glassiness of Maria’s eyes that only came from being well and truly fucked. Giving Maria a moment to breathe, Negan looked over her shoulder at Simon. He could see the smolder in the man’s eyes and the wetness coating his face. Negan was going to let Simon go first, he obviously needed it. Besides, Negan was used to fucking from his wives, but Simon didn’t have anyway. Yes, Negan had a feeling that after this, Maria would be with Simon. “Simon? Can you reach over and grab my belt, too?”

Startled by the request, Simon tilted his head a little to the side before he nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He did as Negan asked and then passed it to his friend, curious to see what he had planned.

“Thanks,” Negan gratefully took the belt. Then he surprised Maria and Simon both as he looped it around her neck. “Simon’s going to fuck you good and hard now, Maria,” Negan began, “and I’m going to choke you because I know you fucking want it. You fucking love not being able to breathe, so don’t bother hiding it.” Maria didn’t dare argue, and Simon didn’t interfere, so Negan continued, “That being said, if you need to breathe, you blink one eye and then the other. Got it?” Maria nodded rapidly, but Negan wasn’t satisfied. “Repeat what I jut fucking said.”

“Simon’s going to fuck me like the good little slut I am, and you’re gonna choke me. But if I have to breathe, I’ll just blink my right and then my left eye,” Maria dutifully reciting, adding a few of her own embellishments to the instructions. “Yes, Daddy, I understand. Please, I want this.”

“Good girl,” Negan crooned, and then gave Simon the go-ahead with a nod.

Behind Maria, Simon pushed her back down and she pushed her ass up, offering up her pussy to him willingly. Simon held his dick in position, and then he ever so slowly slid into place, pushing in bit by blessed inch until she was completely full. Another reason he hadn’t licked up every bit of her arousal was because it was needed to make the passage easier. As he pushed in, properly breaking Maria in, she accepted him. He stretched her wide, and it stung as she tried to compensate his size, but by the time the blunt head of his cock bumped against her cervix, Maria was dying to be fucked. “Oh, yes, yes, Simon, oh God,” she cried out, and the tears actually streamed down her face at this point. It was equal parts pain to pleasure and Negan hadn’t even started choking her yet.

Faring a little better, Simon tamped down tight on his self-control so this couldn’t end before it scarcely started. Maria was definitely a virgin, her pussy clenching around him in spasms, a tight vice-like grip of velvet. It was dipping his dick in molten lava she was so hot, but the way her walls gripped and massaged him made it bearable. This was heaven, and the grip he had on her meaty hips was so tight that he would leave purple bruises in the shape of his fingertips. “You okay, Maria?” Simon managed to ask through gritted teeth. His jaw was cramping, will wavering, but he needed to make sure she was fine before they could continue.

“You’re so big,” Maria moaned, not meaning it as a compliment, but that’s all she could manage to explain. “So big.” Deliberately she clamped her walls down on him, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so full to the brim. Instinctively, Simon couldn’t help but thrust into her for that, banging hard against her cervix until he was fully seated in her again. “Yes! Please, Simon! Please!”

“Please what?” Negan inquired, pushing in. He was at the ready to start choking, but he wanted to give her time to get used to this first. “Use your words like a big girl, Maria. What do you want Simon to do?” Uncharacteristically kind, Negan wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

On edge, Maria’s voice was tight and desperate as she pleaded, “Please fuck me, Simon! Fuck my tight little pussy so good! Make me yours!”

Not waiting for anymore begging or interruptions, Simon slid nearly all the way out before ramming back in, setting his own comfortable pace. He changed the angle a couple of times, merciless, practically stretching her out so that she would be ruined for any dick smaller than his. Simon was going hard and going rough, every so often smacking Maria’s ass to watch it jiggle more violently. One hand crawled up to her hair and grab the ends, forcing her to tilt her head nearly all the way back. The way her body was bowing now, Simon could slam into her much deeper. Maria was damn good pussy and he told you as much. “You like it when I fuck you like this? How good your pussy feels from my cock? ‘Cause you feel so damn good around me, Maria. God, Maria.”

Moaning was Simon’s only answer, but it said everything clearly and perfectly. Negan then took it as his cue that Maria was ready for the choking so he pulled on the belt, tightening it around her throat. Her eyes immediately opened and her jaw dropped, but she didn’t protest, only moaning louder. There were no more tears, at least, not yet again anyway. “Such a good girl for Simon and Daddy,” Negan purred at her proudly, “You’re taking Simon’s fat dick like a damn champ. You’re such a good little slut for us. We’re just gonna pump you full of come until its bursting out your ears. Good girl, Maria.”

Negan’s answer would’ve been a moan, but Maria had to restrict her noises now that the belt was digging into her skin. There was something erotic about how leather belts felt so tight against her flesh. Funny how just a bit earlier she was asking Simon and Negan just why they both had two belts each. Well, now she knew, and she should take advantage of this more often.

Simon rode Maria hard, sweat dripping down his rippling muscles, heart thumping as hard in his chest as Simon was thrusting into Maria. He adjusted the angle of his hips to ease the twinge in his back, and Maria went wild, slamming her hips back into him and nearly knocking Simon off-balance. Looks like he found her g-spot. Once he found it, Simon didn’t let up and immediately drove every thrust into it, the head of his cock abusing it thoroughly. Each time he hit it, Maria jumped backwards into him, and his balls slammed against her, getting coated in her sticky juices. Bending over her, Simon pressed sloppy kissing all over her back where he could reach, dragging his mustache along as he went. When he looked up, he could see the small smirk on Negan’s lips as he tightened the belt. Getting close to the end, Simon slipped his hand down to her clit and mashed his thumb on the button, digging in a circular pattern.

The first sign of Maria’s impending climax was the stutter of her hips. The second sign wasn’t that she was turning blue, but that there was a pounding in her ears and she felt lightheaded. Negan had been watching her eyes intently as they fluttered from pleasure, rolling in her head. Now Maria deliberately winked her right eye at him and Negan tensed, preparing himself. Less than a second later, Maria winked the left one, and Negan immediately loosened the belt around her neck. As the heady rush of oxygen flooded her lungs, Maria climaxed around Simon, her walls milking him.

The only problem was as soon as Simon triggered Maria’s orgasm, he rapidly pulled out and Maria was left bereft as her pussy spasmed painfully on air, cramping. She was so empty inside now, she felt loss as her orgasm overcame all her senses, her vision going white.

Holding his cock, Simon stroked it with his hands, unsure of where to come since he didn’t want to make a mess. It was more important, though, to not get Maria pregnant, hence why he didn’t spill his load inside of her like he came incredibly close to doing and desperately wanting to do.

Sensing Simon’s panic, Negan pushed Maria until she was twisted around to face Simon. Negan grasped her jaw and held her mouth open for Simon. “Stick your tongue out, Maria, and swallow Simon’s come up.” Maria moaned, batting her eyelashes at Simon, and that was all Simon needed to spurt in her mouth, dipping just the head of his cock past her lips. This time, Maria didn’t miss a drop and she sucked him dry. “Good girl, Maria.” Once he was clean, Simon sat back on the bed on his heels, doubting he could manage a round two. This was good enough for him.

Maria was scarcely finished swallowing when Negan yanked her on his lap, rutting his cock up against her. Still sensitive from her orgasm, Maria squirmed, wetting his dick with her essence. Negan hit the head of his cock against her clit a few times and Maria immediately started shaking, ready to come again. “So needy for me, Maria? Fucking good. I want you to ride me raw,” Negan commanded her strongly, “You’re not allowed to come until I saw so.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Maria cooed, and mounted Negan with his guidance. He slid into place, filling her up but not painfully so like Simon. Rapidly becoming accustomed to the feeling of cock in her pussy, Maria started at a fast pace, bouncing up and down on Negan’s lap.

Once he was recovered, Simon crawled up behind them and wrapped his arms around Maria’s middle, pressing kisses to her neck. Negan was satisfied watching the affection rather than taking part of it. He was used to kisses from his wives, but this he couldn’t deny was hot.

The force of Maria’s movements caused her breasts to bounce enticingly, and Negan leaned back against the headboard, watching with great interest. Since her breasts were so heavy, it hurt Maria a bit and she had to adjust her pace, using her knees this time. Simon seemed to sense her discomfort and cupped her breasts, swirling his thumbs around her nipples. Thanks to Simon helping her, Maria was approaching her third orgasm of the night. Grinding down on Negan’s pelvis, Maria used the friction from Negan’s pubic hair to stimulate her, like striking a flint repeatedly to get a spark. “Please, Daddy,” Maria begged and pleaded, “Please let me come. I’ve been such a good girl, Daddy. Let me come. Come for your good girl.”

Groaning at her words, Negan pushed himself up into her as much as he could. Reaching up he grasped the belt again and tightened it, stopping her from saying anything more. He wanted to draw this out as long as he could, but they were edging too close to his orgasm. Too close, too soon. Too much, too soon. Not able to hold out any longer, Negan growled, “Fucking come for your fucking Daddy, Maria!” The belt was released, going slack, and she could breathe again.

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” Maria cried and then came mid-stroke. Simon quickly pulled her off of Negan and bent her forward to swallow Negan’s come. Just in time, too, because Negan did come just a heartbeat or two after her. The first spurt decorated her breasts, but the rest Maria managed to catch in her mouth and gulp down as if she were dying of dehydration.

Since both Negan and Maria had thoroughly fucked their brains out, it was up to Simon to get everything comfortable. The first thing he did was remove the belts from Maria’s throat and hands. Those were tossed to the floor, and then he rubbed her wrists down. Her neck was going to be bruised and sore from a variety of things: the belt, hickeys, deep-throating. There was little Simon could do to help her there. The come on Maria’s chest needed to be cleaned up, so he scooped it in his finger and offered it to Maria who lapped it up like a kitten who got the cream.

With all that finished, Simon pulled Maria down on the bed where Negan had already flopped. She was sandwiched between their two bodies, Simon spooning into her back as she cuddled up to Negan’s arm. There wasn’t another word spoken between the three as they dropped off to sleep quickly, Negan snoring softly.

Needless to say, Maria’s first time was as memorable as it was wildly fantastic; and all of Negan’s suspicions about Simon and Maria forming a relationship came true. No one asked about Maria’s bruises the next day, because no one needed to. They could guess what happened. From then on, Maria wore a belt, too, just in case for special emergencies where it could come in handy. 

#negan #negan's thirst squad #ash's negan writing challenge #negan fanfics #NTS #NTS fics #twd #the walking dead #fanfiction #submission

[neverallnorman-blog]

REPOST . DON’T REBLOG . 

post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as , have roleplayed as and might bring back  then tag ten people to do the same .

tagged by : @bountyman​ thanks bby

tagging : uhhhhhhh god idk

CURRENTLY PLAYING : Norman Bates (Psycho) Norma Bates (Bates Motel/Psycho), hiatus Pennywise (Stephen King’s IT) Tsuzuki Asato (Yami no Matsuei) Kurusu Akira (Persona 5), semi hiatus Alfred Jones (Hetalia) Pablo & Maria Rodriguez (Hetalia OCs) Nicky Wilde (OC) Miles Upshur (Outlast) Marco Diaz (Star vs the Forces of Evil) Viktor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

HAVE PLAYED : Sherlock Holmes (BBC) Mycroft Holmes (BBC) Martin Crieff (Cabin Pressure) Nero Wolfe (novel based) Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) The Doctor (Doctor Who) Thomas & Lucille Sharpe (Crimson Peak) Daniel Pierce (Perception) Harley Quinn (Batman the Animated Series) Fran Bow-Dagenhart (Fran Bow) Wallace Wells (Scott Pilgrim) Harry Osborn (Spider-Man) Kurt Wagner (X-Men) Erik Lensherr (X-Men) Sangwoo Oh (Killing Stalking) Sunstreaker (Transformers G1) Starscream (Transformers G1)

PLUS A MILLION MORE, I CANT LIST THEM ALL

MIGHT BRING BACK : I made a lot of close friends in Sherlock fandom and really loved writing the character. He was heavily novel-based with a lot of headcanon that really shaped him into something my own, but unfortunately, the fandom grew really toxic, and the show itself took a huge nosedive after season 2. But I really, really loved writing him. I had a lot of great RP partners. :( I guess if I were going to bring a character back for sure, it’d be Fran -- she’s not deactivated or anything, just kind of on an indefinite hiatus. With the new IT fandom cropping up, I might bring her back. 

I’m also planning on bringing back Sangwoo once I get fully caught up with K/S. I love well-done horror comics and this one’s no exception lol.

WANT TO PLAY : I tried to narrow it down a bit since there are a lot I tried playing for a week and gave up on lmao. These are ones I absolutely haven’t tried rping yet but would like to.

Richie Tozier (Stephen King’s IT) Danny Torrance (The Shining, Doctor Sleep) Some kind of Black Mirror based android OC Magnus Burnsides (The Adventure Zone) Kaneki Ken (Tokyo Ghoul) Max Caulfield (Life is Strange) Catherine (Catherine) Jessica Jones (Netflix’s Jessica Jones) Sam Beckett (Quantum Leap) Morty or Summer Smith (Rick and Morty)

#( mundane. ) #( dash games. ) #this is so long jesus christ #also most of that ''currently playing'' list?? they're on my multimuse

[wickednerdery]

Drabbles Completed!!

All sent prompts and two bonus ones, haha!!

Captain James Conrad x Reader: “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

Loki: “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

Jonathan Pine: “Yes! I mean yes, Sir!”

Dr Robert Laing: “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” & “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”

Dr Robert Laing: Multiple prompts, too many to list, lol!

Ulfr x Aegor (OCs): "Are you wearing my shirt?“​

Reverend William Ransome: “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

Lucille x Sir Thomas Sharpe: “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Thranduil: “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”

Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive): “Think you can handle that much?”

Dr Robert Laing: “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

Loki x Mobius: “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

Sir Thomas Sharpe x Lucille: Multiple prompts

Loki x Reader/The Bold One: Loki Scepter Whump

Loki x Reader Imagine: ...And then Thor walks in...

((Got them all and then some done before vacation, woohoo!! Thanks to all who participated in any way, I had a blast!! As I said, y’all are still free to send prompts/imagines, I just won’t be able to get to them until I get back around Sept 7th. While gone I’ll do my best to drop in, maybe reblog some stuff, though. Thanks again, all, you’re the best!!))

#drabble #masterlist #loki #dr robert laing #sir thomas sharpe #adam olla #jonathan pine #thranduil #updates #vacation #plans #marvel cinematic universe #high-rise #crimson peak #only lovers left alive #lucille sharpe #thomas sharpe #lady lucille sharpe #robert laing #tolkien #Adam #the night manager #loki laufeyson #loki odinson

[witchiswriting]

A Not So Merry Christmas Chapter 5

Summary: Negan and Lilith meet with an unexpected face from the past.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of violence, Mentions of panic attack.

Characters: Negan x Lilith (OC)

Author’s Note: Wow! We’re so close to the end. I feel bittersweet since it’s my Negan fic ever, saying goodbye to those characters are harder than I thought. Don’t worry though. There’s going to be a sequel, I just don’t know when it’s gonna be ready to posted.

It’s been a month and a half since Negan had started to live in this hell called The Sanctuary. He’d accepted the fact that he’s never going back to the life he once had. The only person he knew from his life before, his best friend or more like ex best friend was now his enemy. Rick Grimes, he was one of the residents of Sanctuary; he didn’t have a room like ordinary workers or saviours. No, he was staying in a cell and lost his hands in a brutal way. He had watched all his family getting slaughtered by Negan.

When Simon led Negan to the cells that day, he found out about the murders he’s caused, and they were a lot. When they came across Rick’s group Negan ordered them to give their half of shit to him. Threatened that otherwise he’d kill them. After particular events, a war took place between the groups Negan terrorised. They came together against Negan, but they still hadn’t the enough numbers to defeat Negan’s kingdom. So, Negan beat them down in a very brutal way.

Rick Grimes was the person who killed Lilith. In a crossfire he shot her in the chest. Although, Negan was the one to blame since he was the reason that Lilith had been here that day.

If he wouldn’t had been this stupid. Cheating on her in another world too.

In that very morning, Lilith walked in on him fucking Amber, at least that’s what Negan thinks her name is. He doesn’t remember anything, doesn’t know anything. He even made Simon tell him how Lilith died. So, that was it. Shocked and very much hurt Lilith left The Sanctuary, and she was too lost in her own mind to notice the trap the Alexandrians had set up.

First, she was captured by Rick. He had no intention to hurt her. She was just another victim to Negan after all but when the saviours came guns blazing Lilith got scared and tried to find a way to escape. She found it but when she threw herself, she felt the heavy bullet ripping through her chest. That’s how she died in arms of Negan.

When Negan stood in front of his ex-friend now enemy’s cell, he felt completely numb. Nothing came out of his mouth. The only voice echoing through the cold walls were Rick’s hatred, accusations, and threats. Negan waited with a stone-cold face. He was too busy to comprehend the situation. After 10 minutes he walked back to his room and refused to come out since then.

Negan sighed, taking a sip from his whiskey. He let a tear fall on his cheek. It’s been too long, and he was now sure that there’s no going back and there’s no Lilith. He’s the man with everything yet nothing.

For the first couple of weeks Negan always slept, thinking that might be the only way to go back to his old life but, of course, it didn’t work. Instead, he woke up to a bloody Lilith standing in front of him and accusing him of letting her die. His nightmares were another thing. There were too real that Negan couldn’t bear to live this agony repeatedly. So, he drowned himself and his sorrows in alcohol. Hoping to numb himself and he almost made it.

Until one night.

He was laying on his stomach in his bed and crying silently. Wishing he had at least one photograph of Lilith though he didn’t know if he could take looking at her beautiful face again. Trying to get some sleep, he closed his already tired eyes. He heard some noise in his bathroom but didn’t care. Probably he was too drunk, and his mind was making up things to torture him more.

He turned on his back and closed his eyes tightly. Wishing dive into deep slumbers of sleep in a few minutes however, the faith had other plans.

A light breeze brushed his beautiful face, slightly waking him up from his semi sleeping state.

There she was, standing in the same sun dress, watching him with an angry expression. Her dark curls were moving lightly in the wind.

He jolted up from the bed. He must have been dreaming or was too drunk again and seeing a hallucination.

Lucille, she was standing all in her glory.

‘’ You really don’t get the concept of second chances, do you Negan?’’ She asked with a sassy tone. It was apparent that she wasn’t pleased with him.

‘’W-what? I’m too drunk and seeing things. Fuck. Lucille.’’ Negan was rubbing his eyes.

‘’Wake up asshole, it’s not a hallucination. I’m here. Again. To fucking help.’’ She gritted her teeth.

‘’ But why?’’ Negan was confused. He knew he had no right to seek for help nor he deserved it.

‘’ I’m not doing this for you.’’ Lucille shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

‘’ Then for who? ‘’ It was getting more and more complex for Negan to figure out in his drunken state.

‘’ I mean you’ve always had a fucked-up mind, but you were also sharp. So, you tell me Negan.’’ She took a step toward him.

‘’ I’d say Lilith but, well… she’s gone.’’ Negan swallowed hardly. The gulp in his throat was getting bigger.

‘’ So, you say?’’ Lucille smirked knowingly.

‘’ IS SHE ALIVE? PLEASE TELL ME!’’ Negan got up from the bed and kneeled in front of Lucille.

‘’ Isn’t it funny that fears become wishes, Negan?’’ Lucille mocked his ex-husband. She’s not used to see him in such a pathetic state. She mumbled ‘good’ under her breath. ‘’ When you left Lilith, the last thing you wanted was to see her again. What has changed?’ She smirked but the sign of sympathy didn’t appear on her beautiful features, instead her face was full of ferocity.

Negan couldn’t keep his tears at bay anymore, at this point he’s crying like a pathetic dog. Yes, the woman he’d loved once was being extremely hard on him but his pain didn’t matter shit to him. All he wanted was Lilith to be alive, even if it’s without him.’ Please tell me she’s alive. Please, I beg you.’’ He started sobbing violently.

‘’ It depends. You’re probably going to treat her as badly as the last time.’’ Lucille shrugged her shoulders in a careless manner.

He started to hyperventilate. ‘’ I fucking promise I will never hurt her ever again. If she’s alive and ready to accept me, I’ll do my fucking best to make it up to her. Just please fucking tell me if she’s alive.’’

Lucille took a deep breath. Her eyes were shining mischievously. ‘’ Well then.’’ She bit her lower lip. ‘’ Yes, she’s alive Negan but she’s not doing very well as you can guess.’’

‘’I-I-I’d do everything for her to be happy… and if she doesn’t want me then I’ll go my own way. I just want the best for her.’’ Tears were running down on his face violently. His eyes were blood shot and puffy, his nose was running down but he couldn’t care less. This a month and a half has been the worst he’s ever experienced. He thought nothing could beat the day Lucille died but he was wrong.

Negan struggled at controlling his shaking hands. The balloon growing inside him was pressing into his chest. His breath got caught in his throat and he couldn’t mutter a word, just a chocked sob came out. The last time he had a panic attack was when he found out Lucille has cancer.

Watching the miserable man before her, Lucille put her delicate hand on his shoulder in a supporting manner. ‘’ Stand up and go to sleep. Maybe you’ll wake up to your old life next morning. Who knows?’’ She purred.

He stood up like an obedient child, but he had one question in his mind. ‘’Lucille, why are you being this good to me?’’

Lucille laughed. ‘’Oh dear, I’m not being good to you, now go back to sleep. If you’re lucky maybe you’d see her in your dream tonight.’’ And with that she disappeared.

Lilith was dancing slowly in her room. That was her coping mechanism. Whenever a bad thing happens, she tries to get over it with dancing and most of the time it helps but this time she felt like there’s nothing that could soothe her pain.

It’s been two weeks and the pain had started to annoy her, since childhood she hadn’t been good with dealing her negative emotions and the last one was the biggest blow. Feeling sad and in pain drove her crazy. Now, she’s mad at his asshole ex-fiancé also herself. She didn’t know when she’d fallen that deep for the man who ruined her life in a single night. Before, she didn’t realize how much he meant to her and it hurt more knowing that he was probably the only one for her.

Five days ago, she went back to Negan’s place to gather her things, but nobody was at home and there was no sign of Negan had been there for a long time. His car and motorbike were in the garage, but his clothes were absent in his wardrobe. Who knows, maybe he’d already found a lover. Thinking of that possibility hurt Lilith in the ways she could’ve never guessed before.

Rubbing her eyes, she took a deep breath and stared herself at mirror. The song was over, and she was a little bit tired. She watched herself for a few minutes. Her bright blue eyes were slightly red and swollen just like her plump lips. Her nose was running down, and the tip was a deep shade of red.

Suddenly, she heard a melody playing. She didn’t recognize it immediately, but she knew she heard it before, just couldn’t quite place when she listened to the song.

She must be forgetting things after all the crying; her head wasn’t in the right place. She unplugged the player and threw herself on bed.

When she felt a soft fingertip on her bare shoulder it’s been almost 10 minutes letting herself into the arms of slumber. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, Lilith slightly opened them.

She couldn’t help the gape that formed on her mouth when she saw the woman who she’d only knew from photographs standing before her.

It was an interesting night to begin with.

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