#sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine

[lanadelnegan]

Ghost - Part 5 (final)

Negan x Glenn'sSister!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, angst, angry sex, p in v, anal, sex on Negan's bike, slight daddy kink, situationship

Part 4 here // Part 1 here

“Knew I’d find you here, doll.” Negan got off his bike, sighing before he sat next to me on the steps of the cabin. “Wanna tell me why the hell you just up and left?” His leg pressed against mine as I stared ahead at the ground, unable to look at him. 

“Just needed time to think.”

“Look at me.” His voice was deep, demanding, and I could hear the pain dripping from it. I refused to look at him.. refused to blink. All I could do was stare at a walker pinned to a tree in the distance like it might save me from this moment. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Negan nod disappointedly before looking away and my heart sank.  “We’ve both had enough time to think, y/n.” His voice cracked when he said my name like tears were forming in his throat. “On the drive over here, I had every intention of fighting for you. For us. But then I thought, I don't want to be with someone who isn’t certain they wanna be with me too.”

I nodded acceptingly. “That’s fair.” I refused to cry, not wanting him to see how this was affecting me. I’d be brave now, and feel sorry for myself later like always. “So why are you even here, then?” I asked and the question made Negan scoff. “Because I at least have enough respect for you to tell you goodbye.”

“I guess you don’t remember our first night together.” I scoffed back at him. 

“How can I ever fuckin’ forget? … and that? Is the problem. Buuut…” His voice changed suddenly, like he switched into the asshole character I saw at Alexandria the first time. “...If I can survive losing Lucille, I’ll damn sure be okay losing you, darlin’.” 

His words felt like a punch to my gut, leaving me numb and speechless. Negan stood after a few moments, whistling as he walked back to his bike but I was behind him before he could reach it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” I whisper-yelled, not wanting to draw the attention of the dead. 

Negan quickly turned to face me, smirking while he towered over me. “It means.. I’ll go back to my wives at the sanctuary. And you? can sit here for the rest of your lonely little life.. wishing you still had me.” 

My only response was my hand colliding with his cheek hard enough to sting my skin and draw blood from his lip. Negan grinned wider, showing his white teeth as he wiped a drop of blood away with his thumb. There was a darkness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before and it made me wonder how I was stupid enough to ever believe there was good in him. 

“Fuck you.” My jaw clenched as I spoke and mindfully held back my fists at my sides, desperately wanting to press one into his arrogant skull. 

“Yeah?” He asked, tilting his head. “Okay.” He breathed before pulling me forward by my wrist and smashing his lips into mine. I tasted the lingering blood on his mouth and sucked harder at his lip like it was some miracle drug that would heal me from his hurtful words. 

He bit me back and I shoved him away, breathing heavily. A low grumble came from his throat before he pulled me back to him and wrapped his fingers around throat. “You want me to stop? Tell me.” His grip tightened around my neck and my lips remained closed. His head fell back as he let out a loud chuckle and returned his heavy gaze to mine. My eyes watered from the pressure building in my neck and his eyes softened along with his grip.

Negan looked away before letting go of my neck completely. For a moment I thought he felt bad about it, until he grabbed my wrist and maneuvered me to bend over his bike. I gasped when my stomach pressed into the seat and knocked the wind out of my lungs. Before I had a chance to stand, Negan yanked my shorts down along with my underwear and lined his already hard and ready cock up to my entrance. 

"You ready to stop with the dramatics, darlin'? We both know we can't stay away from each other." He slid into me with one deep push and kept himself there for a moment. "Feel how perfect that is? We were made for each other, baby." He began thrusting and my moans grew louder as heat flooded my core. 

His hand found my ponytail and he jerked it harshly, making me yelp and my back arched while his dick reached a deeper level inside me.

"Negan, fuuuuck, feels so good."

"I know baby, I know." He breathed heavily, keeping his pace fast and steady. Letting go of my ponytail, his hand dropped to my ass while the other remained squeezing my hip. I exhaled a pained breath when I felt his thumb force its way into my other hole.

"So pretty and tight." He said, looking down to watch his thumb and cock slide in and out of me simultaneously. Then suddenly he removed both and I whined at the empty feeling.

He circled the head of his dick around my asshole and my eyes went wide with the sudden painful stretch of his tip entering.

"Fuck." Negan grunted before pushing the rest of length inside me until his balls were pressed against my pussy lips. We both moaned in unison as his pace sped up. "Shit, baby, look at you. Taking daddy's cock like a fucking pro. So fucking proud of my girl." He yanked my ponytail again, hitting a spot that made me see stars.

"Negan!" I practically screamed.

His other hand reached in front of me, covering my mouth. His fingers gripped painfully around my face, bringing tears to my eyes while he ripped my insides apart.

"Goddamn it, doll. Gonna fill that little ass with my cum and watch it drip outta you. You want that? Huh?" He pulled you back further towards him, biting your neck after whispering the filthy words in your ear.

The heat continued to build in your core and you felt yourself getting close. "Yes, please Negan. I need it, please!" I begged desperately.

Negan chuckled darkly and pulled back, leaving you empty again. He finished himself off with his hand, grunting as he spilled onto the ground.

I turned around, pulling my shorts back up quickly. "What the hell?" I asked, confused at his sudden change of plans.

"Ahhh." He said relieved, buttoning himself back up and adjusting his clothing. "Something wrong, darlin'?"

I scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. "No, not at all."

"Good. Because I'm done pleasing you, sweetheart." Negan smirked at you, throwing a leg over his bike and starting the engine.

"Just like that, huh? You're just.. giving up that easy? Did I mean anything to you?"

"Of course. Always will. And when you work out your own shit and realize you fucked up, I'll be here. I love you, y/n. Nothing will change that."

I watched him disappear in the distance as he drove off, taking my heart with him.

Three weeks later:

I've settled back into Alexandria, slowly making amends with the group. The Saviors had a falling out the day we attacked the Sanctuary and we haven't seen any of them since. Except Negan.

After our escapade at the cabin, Negan had apparently drove to Alexandria and surrendered. He's been a prisoner here since the day he showed up and my heart hurts for him. I haven't been to see him, and by doing so, I'm only hurting myself. I guess its my punishment to myself for letting him go. But its been three weeks now and I can't wait any longer.

Everyone knows about our past situationship after I felt it necessary to come clean. I figured we would never be able to move on unless I told the truth. At first it didn't go well, but time mends everything and I think they're starting to forgive me.

It was getting dark when I knocked on Rick's door, explained the cause of my desperation, and he reluctantly gave me the keys to Negan's cell. Arriving at the door of the basement, I took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs into darkness. The only light in the cold room was the moonlight shining through one small window by his cell and it reminded me of our moment together in the trailer - the day I took a bullet for him. I knew then I was in love him with him and nothing has changed since.

"Negan.." I whispered, walking closer.

He lied on his back on his cot, looking up at the ceiling with a hand behind his head.

Silence.

"Please talk to me."

Nothing. He wouldn't even look at me.

"Ok, I'll talk then." I leaned against his bars. "I'm sorry it's taken me awhile to come see you. I needed some time to work out my shit - as you put it." I paused, giving him a moment to react but he didn't. "Well.. it's worked out. If you care?" I said teasingly.

His head fell to the side as he looked at me, trying not to smile. I took that as a welcome sign and quickly opened his cell door with the key. He barely had time to stand up before I ran to his arms and kissed him like my life depended on it.

He lifted me before laying me down on the cot and climbing over me. His mouth stayed connected to mine and without words, we made a million promises to each other in that moment.

We'd never leave again.

A/n: This final part was slightly difficult for me to finish. I have so many other one-shots in process that I'm ready to focus on, so I'm sorry if this felt rushed. But this entire story was so fun to write. Thanks so much to whoever requested it! <3

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[anouri]

so let’s get swallowed whole, i wanna go where no one else will ever go

sam sax // tracey emin // sonya vatomsky via @geryone // @anouri // sam sax // william adolphe bouguereau // natalie diaz via @feuillesmortes // donna tartt // théophile schuler // sleep token

#web weaving #love as violence #sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine #doomed love #mine #sam sax #tracey emin #sonya vatomsky #william adolphe bouguereau #natalie diaz #donna tartt #the goldfinch #sleep token #théophile schuler

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

can uwu pls draw shoko comforting gojo the morning after the night parade of 100 demons and after he killed geto ? 🥺

IM SORRY I FUCKED UP. I did the morning after the KFC Breakup CUZ I CANT READ AAAAAA Hope that's okay too 👉 👈

#there are many fics that i reference when i draw the aftermath of geto leaving #lilies by antioedipus #sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine) by her_black_tights #Breathing Underwater by Shrimphony #just to name a few #like i just hate how we never got shokos view of the whole thing #sure we got the smoking scene but we never saw yaga tell her or gojo see her after he heard the news #even if she's an unbothered queen seeing gojo like this must have hurt #nay she must have hurt too #i need more development for her pls ppllllsssss #shoko ieiri #satoru gojo #jjk #fanart #jujutsu kaisen #IPMSSA_SatoSho!Fanart #IPMSSA_FoundFamily!Fanart

[macaulaytwins]

“You never had time, Andrey, you only had false hope.” Goncharov (1973)

#sorry about the blood in your mouth I wish it was mine #gonchrey #martin scorsese #al pacino #goncharov #goncharov 1973 #cybill shepard #robert de niro #goncharov (1973) #unreality #mafia aesthetic #moodboard #homoeroticism #goncharov x andrey #andrey goncharov #cinema #film #katya goncharov

[thecranekick]

sometimes i think about richard siken poems and then think about lawrusso and then think about jumping off a tall structure

#sorry about the blood in your mouth #i wish it was mine

[peach-coke]

"Good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument."

#Supernatural #SPN Art #SPNFanArt #Dean Winchester #Artists on Tumblr #Sorry about the blood in your mouth #I wish it was mine #My Art #Maybe... #Vent art is better than no art? #Man I don't even know anymore

[daisychainsandbowties]

@foulbearobservation turn on your location

#what. the fuck bro #i am really thinking about night sky with exit wounds #‘if we make it to shore i will name our son after this water. i will learn to love a monster’ #‘there are hands fluttering between the constellations #trying to hold on’ #‘maybe the body is the only question an answer can’t extinguish’ #& lilith thinking of herself as an entry wound. looking everywhere for an exit. old manuals in her hands #titled ‘how to check if a body is dying’ #& how she punctures into the world nearby the people she loves #voyeur. & how when she comes back it is with a mouthful of blood #this way no one will want to kiss me #and if they do it will also be a wound #lilith who comes home because to run away you need something to run towards #or you will never stop running #cam w the line: sorry about thr blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine

[ryan-taylorsversion]

#toxic frienship #forced best friends #poetry #my own words #i keep doing this to myself #help me #real #tiktok slideshow #im sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine

[octopusoptimusprime]

spending my morning being destroyed emotionally by listening to hozier and simultaneously reading richard siken, sue zhao, and mahmoud darwish.

#i think this is the state of being i was created to be in #and ada limón oh my LORD #and random fucking poets on this site #confessional by sue zhao??!??!?!??!?!!? #when richard siken said sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine ?!?!?’v #going insane be back later #richard siken #mahmoud darwish #sue zhao #poetry

[imperialstark]

pov: you're me re-reading crush by richard siken

#richard siken #it's about the “tell me you love this. tell me you're not miserable” #and “sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.” #and “love always wakes the dragon” #and “i couldn't get the boy to kill me but i wore his jacket for the longest time”

[anouri]

violent feelings are good, so i have heard, for your health

denis sarazhin // iain thomas // the 1975 // romeo oriogun (via @geryone) // the frights // dante émile (@orpheuslament) // jen mazza // mitski // anna świrszczyńska

#sorry i was left with my thoughts so out comes a yet another weaving #web weaving #tw: blood #love as consumption #love as violence #violent feelings are good so i have heard for your health #sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine #how quickly the blade becomes you #mine #blood

[astaraels]

I wish I could gif because I'd make so many damn gallavich edits with siken quotes on them y'all don't understand how that combination has rewired my brain

#“I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife” #“he had green eyes so I wanted to sleep with him [...] I wanted to take him home and rough him up” #“we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say sorry about the blood in your mouth I wish it was mine” #“I will turn myself into a gun because I'm hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own” #NEED I SAY MORE #gallavich x siken

[thirt13n]

knocks at her door at strange hours is more ordinary than she'd like -------------- never quite knowing what's waiting for her on the other side of a few inches of metal takes most of the fun out of surprise guests. ( but since the door hasn't gone concave after the soft string of knocks and let whoever's outside in before she could get it open makes her a little less wary. )

and those last few lingering pangs of worry melt away when she sees a familiar silouhette backlit by the shitty hallway lighting. "hey tiger," a coo of a greeting as she settles herself against the doorframe, head resting against the metal while she waits for @huntsupe to reciprocate her greeting ------------ or offer up an explanation for why he's been dark for the last three weeks, even from her. 

"you hate me now don't you?" the rumble of his voice goes a long way towards an apology, even if what he's asking isn't anything close to a proper explanation. but that's billy. 

"hate you? never," she pushes herself away from the frame, easing her door open wide enough for two before she retreats into her apartment with the expectation that he's going to follow -------- a proper welcome home that isn't for her neighbors to gossip over. "unless you're planning on staying in that hallway. then we might have a problem."

#huntsupe #ic » plaintext ; answered. #verse » the boys. #dyn ♡ huntsupe » sorry about the blood in your mouth ( i wish it was mine ). #yelling crying melting into a puddle #as share basically just climbs billy like a tree #all is right in her world

[morepeachyogurt]

i hate when your tongue itches. fighting the urge to bite my tongue off 💔 make it STOP

#sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine or whatever #lucy.txt

[whitesuited]

it's  a  reunion  that's  quickly  moved  on  from  pleasantries  ---------  (  not  that  they've  ever  really  been  all  that  keen  on  that  kind  of  banter  to  begin  with;  but  distance  and  time  apart  tend  to  speed  up  the  pivot  to  physicality  even  more  than  usual  ). all  she  has  to  do  is  give  him  a  hint  of  that  wolfish  grin  -----  the  one  she's  picked  up  from  him  over  the  years  (  and  learned  to  exploit  almost  as  well  )  -----  or  help  herself  to  a  fistful  of  shirt  fabric  for  the  last  two  weeks  to  set  off  a  spark.

〝      my  girl,      〞  he  growls  into  her  skin  where  her  jawline  meets  her  ear. lips  hungrily  about  the  sensitive  skin,  letting  his  teeth  nip  and  tug  gently  as  he  pleased. 〝      you're  my  girl,      〞  his  fingers  find  her  hair  and  take  a  large  fistful  of  it  into  his  hand  and  tugging. 〝      say  it. 〞      /      @dicbolical​.

she  can  feel  the  way  his  voice  rumbles  against  her  just  as  much  as  she  hears  it;  breath  and  lips  and  teeth  sending  a  shiver  down  her  spine. eyelashes  flutter  as  she  attempts  to  stifle  the  beginnings  of  a  moan  by  pressing  her  lips  into  a  thin  little  line  as  best  she  can. he  reacts  just  as  she  expects  him  to;  fingertips  clawing  at  the  back  of  her  head  until  he's  able  to  gather  up  an  ample  amount  of  blonde  hair. he  tugs  and  her  head  lolls  back;  neck  exposed  now  that  her  chin's  angled  up  towards  the  ceiling  --------  a  slow,  thick,  swallow  not  being  enough  to  keep  the  sound  from  passing  her  lips  the  moment  she  lets  them  part.

it  starts  as  a  hum;  sharon  taking  a  moment  to  simply  relish  the  feeling  of  his  hand  knotted  up  in  her  hair  (  while  maybe  delaying  the  inevitable,  hoping  he'll  tug  again  to  help  her  find  her  voice  )  before  tongue  -  wetted  lips  comply  with  his  request.

      "i'm  your  girl,"  a  grin,  mischievous  as  she's  ever  had,  "i'm  your  girl."

#huntsupe #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #✬ ◟ the boys. ⁞ 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ sorry about the blood in your mouth ( i wish it was mine ). ⁞ 𝚍𝚢𝚗 ♡ 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎​. #FFFFFFFFFFS #FFS you two #istg im gonna scream #spicy cw #lime cw #or is it lemon cw #i can never tell #anyway in the bin with the both of them

[cursedcrest]

💭

you are ten, quietly shuffled from town to town by familiar strangers, when you’re not walking on your own path, trying to make your way from your home- tucked in the far corners of edmund territory, to your new . . . caretaker. you’re less than a day’s journey from his estate. you . . .  you don’t know how to feel about him. you don’t feel any type of connection to this unfamiliar man, regardless of any shared lineage.

it’s far too early, and the moon hangs low in the sky- dawn is yet hours away. you curl into yourself as you stop at the edge of yet another barely notable town, this week spent trundled away into the corner of a inconspicuous cart. you are cold and wet from the journey- and the uncomfortable and gross taste in the back of your throat from hunger.

‘ you get off here. you have to walk from here- all carts have to pay a steep price to pass through the town center.. ’ the woman has a shrill voice- and she tosses your pack to the muddy ground- and stares at you with apprehension as you jump into the muddy ground to retrieve your pack. ( what wrong had you committed against everyone ? why were all of these unfamiliar faces so hostile ? ) ‘ someone will be at down by the lake by dawn to get you. ’

the cart speeds away, and splatters you with half-dry mud. you slump against the brick. maybe this meant the goddess really hated your whole family. you want to cry, but something catches your nose. you act on impulse- following the scent through twists and turns, and your stomach drops when you snap back to reality and read the stop sign.

                                                  BUTCHERS.

your eyes land on something in the shop window. rows of cuts and cuts of meat displayed on magical ice. 

your mouth waters at the thought of eating one raw and whole- and your mind shudders at the thought. you lick your lips and rest your hand against the glass. you could easily shatter the glass. it’d be so easy for you.

the goddess hates those who steal. the goddess hates abominations.

you turn away. you force yourself away from the butchers, and the meat, and the want. you can never talk about this. to anyone. you find yourself, in front of the small lake that the town lay next to. the people who take you the rest of the way- are a group of mercenaries, lead by a gruff blond draped in orange cloth, muttering about how he owed your mother a favor when you meet him.

you don’t talk for the rest of the ride- you ignore everyone, and they’re content to look the other way- and you spend the next week in near continuous prayer to the goddess for her forgiveness . . .  because you have to pretend to belong to something.

a past memory.

#body horror / #well. more like hunger horror #religious trauma / #⚔️ in . ›› DO WE SIMPLY STARE AT WHAT’S HORRIBLE AND FORGIVE IT ? . #⚔️ answered . ›› CHAPTER COMPLETE . #⚔️ character . ›› SORRY ABOUT THE BLOOD IN YOUR MOUTH‚ I WISH IT WAS MINE . #⚔️ worldbuilding . ›› KEEPER OF THE LORE . #okay it only took me a month to do this. cringe