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venactricisfics · 4 years

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Good as Hell

Negan x OC SL

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I stand in the yard, looking through the opening in the walls to the Hilltop then back to our enclosure. Now was the moment I had to choose. I needed to see if what Simon said was true but I was terrified at that moment that he spoke the truth. My gut told me that Simon was full of shit. All the time I’d spent with Negan meant something. To both of us. At least so much that he didn’t want to see me dead.

“You can’t go,” Alden shouted at me as I start toward the open fence.

“I can’t stay,” I look back to the house, “I have to find out for sure.”

“Run,” Alden pushes me through the gate as he and some of the others that stayed close the gate behind me. I pick up a discarded shovel and start running. It’d be morning before anyone at the Hilltop would come looking if they came looking. It’d be even longer than that to hike back to the Sanctuary. But I had to hoof it back there.

I breathe and walk. Listening for the living, the dead. Either one could and most assuredly would take me the fuck down without a second thought. This was probably stupid. Walking alone at night was never a good idea. And the end of the fucking world didn’t improve those ods.

My luck seemed to improve just a touch as the sun peers over the edge of the horizon. I find a car, with half a tank of gas. Fingers crossed as I turn the ignition. It sputtered a little before it roared to life. My foot heavy on the petal I drive back to the Sanctuary.

Arat slid open the gates when I drive up, “Is he here?” She shakes her head, “Dwight and Simon think he’s gone.”

“He’ll make it back,” I climb out from behind the wheel, “he’s too damn stubborn to die.”

“Come on,” she says, “Let’s get you upstairs before Simon sees you.”

“That asshole left me there,” I walk with her up the back steps. “To die. I almost got killed in his Hilltop ambush.”

“That wasn’t the plan,” she said, “Negan went to rescue you and the others. Simon went off-script.”

“I knew it,” I respond as she leads me into her room. “If Simon thinks Negan is dead, he’s gonna try to take over. We can’t let him do that.” I take a seat. “He’ll fuck things up beyond all recognition. Get more people killed.”

“What do we do?” she said and handed me a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” I take a long drink. I can’t remember anything tasting so good before, “we over through him. As to exactly how,” I stand up, “I’ll let you know after a shower and a nap.”

The sun had already set when I stepped out of Arat’s apartment, I kept close to the wall, I didn’t want to be seen, not yet. Not until I figured out this thing with Simon and until I knew for sure what happened to Negan.

Going into the boss’s room, was probably not the smartest idea. I smile as I turn the knob and duck inside Negan’s room. It had gotten me into this trouble in the first place. I lay a change of clothes on the back of his leather couch. The truth of it was, I wouldn’t change a second of it. My life changed for good in with that decision. And I didn’t want it to change back.

I step under the warmth of the shower, the heat relaxing every muscle in my body. I washed and conditioned my hair. Felt like a person again. My hand moved over the slight swell in my stomach and I knew there was only one-way shit would change. We’d have to figure out a different way to work with the communities. After I took Simon out of the field of play.

I rang the excess water from my hair then stepped out of the shower. I’d left the bathroom door open and wipe the steam from the mirror. I met his hazel eyes in the reflection. I turn slowly praying it was not just a figment of my imagination.

My cheeks didn’t flush as I stand fixed for him to admire me with that look of his. The one that sparked every cell in my body. I take the few steps to close the gap between us. My palms rest on the worn leather of his jacket satisfied that he was real, I step up on my toes and press my lips to his. I let the flavor of Negan dance on my tongue while his hands move over my naked body. A gloved one squeezed the cheek of my ass pulling me closer, while his bare one cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple to a hardened peak.

“I missed the fuck outta you too, baby,” he smirked when the kiss finally broke. “Let me take a look at you.” He steps back a moment letting his eyes linger on my body, taking in every inch. “You are still super fucking hot.”

“Stop talking,” I tell him, “and take your clothes off, Negan.” He shrugs out of his jacket and tugs his white T-shirt over his head. I didn’t care that he was still covered in dirt and grime from whatever he’d been through. I just wanted to feel connected with him again.

“Get on the bed,” I crawl on the bed on my hands and knees.

“Fuck that is a fucking beautiful sight,” his hand moves over the curve of my ass as he positions himself behind me. “So fucking wet already,” his voice echoed a smirk as he traces his finger slowly along my slit. “Your pussy missed me too huh?” I start to speak again, tell him to shut up but his tongue slides inside me and his thumb dances over my clit causing me to forget all other words except, “Oh fuck.” He alternates between his tongue and fingers in their assault of my cunt. Causing me to see stars. He wraps his arms around my thighs as I start to shake, continuing to devour me as I let go. His lips move up my body followed by his hands, he kisses my shoulder as his hands cup my breasts and pulls me back to his chest.

“Jee-sus,” he grinds his hips against me. I let out a disappointed groan feeling his jeans rubbing against me instead of flesh. My eyes dark as I turn my face to him, “Why are your pants still on?”

“That is a good fucking question,” his hand slides over my stomach, middle finger toying with my clit, causing me to squirm at the overstimulation. His lips ghosted over my neck and I let out a groan hearing his zipper lower, “Is that what you want, baby?” His cock slides between my lower lips tickling my clit with the head.

"You know what I want, " I purr moving with him.

"Oh I fucking know baby, " he lines himself up with my entrance. The tip of his cock slipping slowly inside. Slowly he slides deeper. He kept one hand on my hip, the other hand cupping my breast holding me tight to his chest, as he drives hard bottoming out inside me. His hand moves to cover my mouth as I start to cry out. "Fuck if hearing you scream while my cock is inside you isn't the hottest fucking thing ever, " he says, "I can't have anyone else knowing I'm back yet." He smirks against my ear pumping hard again. I bite down on my lip to quiet my moans.

I drop down on the bed, supporting myself on my elbows, his fingers dig in my hips, he thrusts hard and fast chasing his release. My walls pulse around him, syncing their rhythm with each thrust. "That pussy is hungry for it?” he grunts out his words, “I’m gonna fucking give it to you.” He slams into me a final time his cock twitching as he fills me with hot thick ropes of cum.

A satisfied smile tugs across my lips as we collapsed on the bed together, “I needed that.” I turn to face him, “You put everything in perspective.”

“My cock is fucking magical,” he smirks.

“Well, that,” I rest my hand on his face, searching the depths of his hazel eyes, “and that you’re here with me. I was scared that what Simon said was true or worse.”

“What did Simon say?” he arches his brow as his hand toys with my breast.

“He said I was ‘damaged goods’,” I tell him, “I know if we get caught up in shit it’s up to us to get out of it. But this was different. He didn’t give a shit if the bullets he was flinging hit us or them.”

“That was not part of the goddamn plan,” he said, “don’t worry baby. I’ve got plans for Simon.”

“Those people, at Hilltop,” I yawn now feeling the weariness in my body from no real sleep in the last few days, “don’t kill any more of them than you have to, OK?”

“You let me worry about that, baby,” his fingers comb through my hair, “you sleep.” “

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“Negan?” I reach my hand out finding his side of the bed empty. My eyes open and I look around finding him gone. My heart pounded in my chest, I was terrified he was gone. I scoop up my clothes and dress quickly. I relax when I hear the sound of the toilet flushing in the bathroom.

“You alright, baby?” he asks when he comes out of the bathroom, buckling his belt as he walks.

“I thought,” I shake my head at myself, “I thought you were gone again.”

“I didn’t think watching me take a shit was a kink you enjoyed,” his lips curve into a smirk, “I can keep that in mind next time.”

“As appealing as that sounds,” I smile up at him, arms sliding around his waist, “I’ll pass. There are still some things that should remain a mystery.” I step up on my toes and peck his lips, “What’s the plan for today?”

“I think it’s time we announce our triumphant return,” he slips on his glove and picks up his bat, “I shall shock the shit out of Dwighty boy. And I’ll give you the honor of paying a visit to my second.” I give a nod in agreement. There were so many things I wanted to say to Simon. Most of them end with a fist or a gun to the face.

I step out of Negan’s room, feeling his eyes follow me as I head down the hall in the direction of Simon’s room. I glance back catching his eyes before he starts walking in the other direction. I give a smile, I could never get enough of Negan’s eyes on me. Or well his everything on me. But I had a job to do.

I pause watching as Simon’s door opens and closes, Gregory steps out and scurries down the hall. Of course, that spineless ameba would have slithered his way back here.

“I’m so glad you made it back safely,” I watch as Simon freezes catching a glimpse of me, “Negan wants a meeting in the conference room,” his jaw practically drops. I push down the urge to grin, “he wants an assessment of all the ‘damaged goods’.”

“Right away,” he turns back on the big dick energy he had always been known for, though this time it seemed a little limp.

I felt a little exhilarated as I took a seat in the conference room. It was the first time I had a seat at the table. The men Negan could trust had just been dropped by two, and glancing around the room. I wasn’t sure who else among them would turn Judas.

“I thought they killed you and they were gone,” Simon reasoned, “I lacked discipline. And made it personal. So I moved things from infection to extermination. I fucked up. I’ll make it up to you.”

“I remember when I took this place,” Negan strokes his bat before standing, “When /you/ helped me take this place, I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep you on board. Before the system I put in place, you killed all those men and boys in that settlement so long ago, a lot of people would have thought that is some fucking psychotic shit. The work a demented goddamn gual. But I kept you, everything seemed to work out right up to this point,” Negan moves around the table, standing behind Simon, “I’m gonna need you on your knees.”

I glance across the table to Arat then back to Simon as he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

“You gonna make a move?” Negan curls his fingers around Lucille. I’d never seen him use her to her full potential before. I swallowed back the churning sensation in my stomach.

“No move to make,” Simon accepted his fate. Negan pulls the bat to his shoulder ready to swing but stops.

“All is forgiven,” Negan states, “We’re good.” I bite back my words. Though my face flushed red. I was pissed. This man had left me for dead and Negan was just gonna let that shit slide. Negan’s eyes met mine. He had a plan. I should have known, he always had a plan.

DJ lays a map out and Negan reviews the plan to set up new staging posts for the Hilltop. To keep them in their place. Starve them into submission. I listen trying not to react. I hoped this plan would keep our people, both here and still prisoners at Hilltop, alive.

“Clear out,” he says. I scoot the chair from the table, pausing as everyone else files from the door. He lifts his eyes to me, “I’ll see you /real/ soon, gotta have a chat with my boy, D.”

“What the fuck going on?” I ask as Negan swings the door open to his room.

“I’m disappointed, baby,” he tilts my head up to lock my gaze with his, “no fucking kiss hello before laying into me.”

“I’m sorry,” my hands cup his face, and I step up on my toes, “it doesn’t stop with one kiss though. I kiss you and then your dick is inside me and I have no answers.” He grabs a handful of my ass, “You like my dick inside you.”

“I’m not debating that. You use your dick to shut me up,” I settle back on my feet, “what are you gonna do with Simon and Dwight?”

“I’m gonna handle shit the way I fucking handle it,” he says then steps away from me, “don’t worry about it.”

“He’s gonna make some kind of play,” I tell him, “so don’t tell me what to worry about. That mother fucker got our people killed. Almost got me killed. I can’t let him get you killed.”

“Baby,” he keeps his voice even, “you trust me?”

“More than anyone,” I respond.

“Then believe me when I say I will handle my shit,” he raises Lucille to rest on his shoulder, “I’m waiting on my number two to fuck himself before I end him.”

“What are you gonna do?” I ask.

“Just stand back and watch the fucking show,” Negan’s lips curve into a smirk, “get your pistol it’s about time for me to interrupt a super-secret meeting.”

I holster my weapon and follow him from the room. I stay back listening with him at the door, Arat, DJ and several others stand to wait, listening to the backstabbing words coming from Simon. We hang back as Negan steps out, whistling to catch the attention of the Judases below.

“Thank you, D,” I heard Negan say before counting down, “Three… two... one.” The rest of us step out firing shots. Taking out everyone but Dwight, Gregory, and Simon. Arat holds the barrel of her pistol to the base of Simon’s head as I pull his weapons.

“Getting fucked over isn’t as fun as you thought,” I glare at him. Simon charges at Dwight as DJ and another guy grab him to hold him back.

“There’s the Simon I know,” Negan states, “He comes right at you instead of that backstabby bullshit.” Negan’s eyes narrow, “You killed all the garbage people, Simon. After I specifically told you /not/ to do that shit. But after all this and me being me I’m still gonna give you your shot. You want to be the man you gotta beat the man. If you can do that then fuck, you should /be/ the man.”

I feel the tension so thick between the men it could be cut with a knife. We file into the furnace room. I clench my fist to keep from reaching out to Negan. He didn’t need me, not in this. It would only make him look weak. Or me desperate.

“Hold my baby,” Negan smirks as he hands me Lucille, “Baby.”

“Everyone,” Simon announces smugly, “After this is done, we get to work. I didn’t want this. But the Sanctuary must stand. I just wanted to say…” He stops his monolog to cold clock Negan in his face. No one moves, no one speaks, as fists collide into flesh. The only sound was the grunts of the two men. The fight was evenly matched. But I kept my face stoic. My hand squeezed tight around the grip of Lucille. Heart thumping in my chest but my face didn’t reveal anything. Not until Negan held Simon down, his hands tight around the man’s throat.

“You went for it all at Hilltop,” Negan says between clenched teeth, “you got Saviors killed. Left my girl for dead. Then you ran the fuck away like a fucking coward. You got shown up one too many times. They’re gonna always try to push back. Now I gotta kill all of ‘em. Just like I gotta kill you.” My eyes squeeze shut as I hear Simon’s windpipe crunch. No one else moves. “What an asshole.”

I open my eyes when Negan rests his hand on mine, taking Lucille from me, he leans in, his lips dance over my ear as he spoke, “I left a surprise for you in your apartment. Meet me there.” I nod, “Alright.”

I swing the door open to my apartment, “Well shit,” I grin, “I thought you were dead.”

“Almost was,” Laura stands and gives me a hug, then looks around my room, “Nice digs. Been really enjoying that cushy mattress.”

“Glad someone has got to use it,” I take a seat next to her.

“Come in,” I say after hearing a tap at the door. Negan swings the door open, Dwight standing beside him. His face stark white as he stares at Laura.

“You look surprised, Dwight,” Negan says, “Laura, why don’t you tell D what you told me?’

“Oh, how he turned on us that night in Alexandria?” she stands to stare him down, “Killing our team. Or how he left me for dead? I kept running. Hoping I’d be able to expose you for the skum you are.”

“You are a nobody in way over your head,” Negan tells him, “But when I told you that you would come through for me when I needed it, I meant that shit 110%. I knew I could count on you to deliver my brilliant, if I may say so my fucking self, fake-ass fucking plan to Rick. Rick and the piss patrol are gonna walk right into the line of fire. All thanks to my new right-hand man.” Negan stands over him, “I thought about killing you too. But that’s too fucking good for a backstabbing, double-crossing dirtbag such as yourself. No, Dwighty boy, I got plans for you.” Negan gives a nod to his guys as he moves to drape his arm around my shoulders as he leads me from the room. The men grab Dwight and drag him in the opposite direction.

#jdm #negan #negan smut #negan's thirst squad #twd #twd negan

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xxsparksxx · 7 years

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The Miller’s Dance - utterly, utterly adorable

I know we’re all, understandably, very fraught with emotion over s3 of Poldark. So, as I’m re-reading The Miller’s Dance at the moment, I thought I’d share some of the absolute adorableness that is Ross and Demelza in later years, about 16-17 years after where we’ve just left them in s3/The Four Swans. A reminder to book fans, and a life ring for any show viewers who want it.

No plot spoilers per se, but if you don’t want to know anything about the future family life of the Poldarks, just scroll on by. Note: I’m tagging this with my ‘sparks talks poldark’ tag, but don’t expect much analysis. This is a self-indulgent injection of fluff into the fandom by way of several extracts of Ross and Demelza;s long-lasting love for each other :D

Basically, The Miller’s Dance is full of Ross being absolutely adorably concerned about Demelza’s health. She’s forty-two, he’s a decade older, and she chooses to tell him she’s pregnant like this:

The same evening while the two older children were still away and Isabella-Rose had retired conversationally to bed, Demelza told Ross that she was with child again. Ross put his pipe carefully down on the mantelshelf. ‘Good God!’ Demelza said: ‘Yes, indeed.’ ‘Almighty God, I never supposed . . .’ ‘I don’t think we can blame Him.’ Ross got up, looked at the accounts book he had been about to tackle on his desk. Priorities, perspectives had suddenly changed. ‘When?’ ‘Oh . . . maybe November. Before Christmas anyhow.’ ‘Have you been feeling unwell for some time?’ ‘A couple of weeks. It is passing now. I shall feel brave now. I always do.’

Bless him, Ross really doesn’t know how to react.

Every time this happened with Demelza it got worse. Each time he found he had more to lose. He had hoped it would never occur again. ‘I’m very selfish,’ he said. ‘I think only of you.’ ‘That doesn’t sound selfish.’ ‘Well it is. Because the older I get, the older we both get, the more I depend on you.’ ‘I know that, Ross. At least, I feel it so also. It operates both ways. But in what respect will this alter it?’ He hesitated. ‘Not at all if it is as the others have been.’ ‘Well, then. That is how it shall be.’ He held his tongue, not wanting to damp her with his own fears.

Because of course Ross is right, Demelza is older than she was and the risks increase with age. What I love in this is that he knows he relies on her, can’t do without her, and she feels the same, and his ‘selfishness’ feeds into the way he continues to treat her throughout her pregnancy, including when he’s away. He writes in a letter:

Time is racing on, and I have already been away too long. I hope Jeremy behaves in a sensible way in all things; and take care also, please, for yourself and your Third Man. I do not as you know wear my heart on my sleeve in family matters, and no doubt Compliments and Love Tokens from me have fallen upon you as thick as snowflakes in a hot summer; but all the same I charge you to be circumspect in all things regarding your general health and safety. Preferably do not climb trees – even little ones; do not attempt to carry the spinet under your arm; nor argue with the cows; nor fall off your horse; nor leap up the stairs more than four at a time. All these things are Inadvisable.

Is this not the most adorable thing? Can’t you just picture Demelza rolling her eyes, good-naturedly, at his worrying and fretting? And the worrying continues, with more of the same adorable teasing sort of conversations with Demelza:

‘I could well take a vow of abstinence when I see you put to so much strain and inconvenience just to satisfy my appetites.’ ‘Don’t take a vow that I shall persuade you to break. For abstinence is not in me yet.’ ‘It would be a good name, wouldn’t it,’ Ross said. ‘Abstinence. Abstinence Poldark. But would it be for a girl or a boy?’ Demelza said: ‘Don’t you think Indulgence would be better?’ ‘Or Incontinence,’ said Ross. ‘That might be too near the truth!’

Their warm, loving, passionate relationship hasn’t dimmed in all these years. Certainly not the passion!

Ross looked round the room, the familiar room with its familiar well-used furniture. He loosened his stock and looked at Demelza who was sitting propped up with a pillow, one arm behind her head, bare where the nightdress sleeve had fallen back. It was her right arm, and she was a very right-handed person, but there seemed to be no sign of muscle development other than was necessary to give it an elegant shape. ‘What are you looking at?’ she asked. ‘You.’ She gave a half-smile. ‘Well, if you don’t mind my size it is not yet too late.’ ‘Oh yes, it is. There are risks we have to take and risks we need not.’ ‘Well, I’m sorry. And yet I’m glad.’ ‘Both?’ ‘Yes, both. Sorry because I’d like it too. Glad because you still fancy me.’ ‘I fancy you.’ ‘Hm.’ She looked at him, head on one side. ‘Yet sight is so large a part of desire. Isn’t it? To be ungainly . . .’ ‘That’s not ungainliness, that’s natural. You’re too sensitive about it.’ ‘Maybe.’ She lowered her arm and drew the nightdress sleeve down. ‘Go and have your supper, my lover.’

Twenty-five years after they married, with her fairly far forward in pregnancy. Still just as interested in each other, just as tender, Ross as concerned for her as ever and Demelza as careless of her own health as ever.

And then! Then it all comes to a head. Because, unlike Demelza’s first four pregnancies, this one does not go off without a hitch, and though everyone around her is worried (Ross of course, but also Dwight), Demelza is still Demelza. Advised that she can take short walks, gently, but that she must be careful, Demelza decides to go visiting.

Two days later when Dwight called Demelza was out. He strolled about the house for a few minutes, and then met Ross who had been busy in the library. ‘How is she this morning?’ Dwight asked. ‘Should I not be asking you that?’ ‘You should if I could find her.’ ‘Well, where in Heaven—’ ‘Apparently she told Jane that she would be taking a short walk.’ ‘With Jane?’ ‘No, no, on her own, I think.’ ‘Damn the woman! She ought to know better.’ ‘How was she yesterday after I left?’ ‘Oh, better than Wednesday. Better spirits. And this morning when she woke.’ ‘A little walking will do no harm, provided she feels up to it.’ ‘Jeremy!’ Ross called to his son, who was just about to go on the beach with Farquahar at his heels. Jeremy came back. ‘Hullo, Uncle Dwight. I have a couple of books I must return to you.’ ‘Dwight has come to see your mother,’ Ross said, ‘and no one knows where she is.’ ‘I think she was going over to see Jud and Prudie.’ ‘Oh, God in Heaven!’ Ross exploded. ‘Has she no sense? Did you not try to dissuade her?’ ‘Yes, I did. I said “that bug-ridden place”. But you know what Mama is when she takes an idea into her head.’ ‘It is much too far,’ said Ross. ‘Is it not too far, Dwight?’ ‘Yes,’ said Dwight. ‘Of course had I come direct from home I would have seen her.’ ‘Would you like me to go after her?’ Jeremy said. ‘I was off to the mine but that can wait.’ ‘Thank you. I think it would be – very acceptable to me. Bring her back.’ Jeremy wrinkled one eyebrow. ‘Only you could be certain to do that, Father. But I’ll use my wiliest persuasions.’

Baby Henry comes, and mother and son both come out of it all right, but Ross still doesn’t abandon his worry. Nor does he abandon his desire for her! I’ll leave you with this final exchange:

She was in one of her provocative moods this afternoon. She looked about twenty-five and interested in men. It boded ill for their own relationship, if their intention was to keep that relationship chaste. He said abruptly: ‘It’s time I went away.’ ‘Are you tired of us?’ ‘Of course. Cannot endure you any longer.’ ‘Seriously?’ ‘Seriously, my reasons are more self-sacrificing.’ ‘That would be a sad mistake, now that I am coming brave.’ ‘You must be left alone to come brave.’ ‘Who said so?’ ‘I say so. Look at you now, like a skittish colt! By all rights you should be fat and sitting in a big armchair in front of the fire with a shawl round your shoulders, smelling of milk and babies’ clouts.’ ‘Would you like me like that?’ ‘Never mind what I would like. It would be a safer situation. Safer for you.’

Adorable. Just utterly adorable.

#sparks talks poldark #book spoilers #I just love them in this book okay?

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