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I kinda want to infodump about the OC that I kin

Cause I keep just doing random loredrops and not explaining anything in full

Ok

So

*deep inhale*

base level stuff that I think I've established: she was one of Negan's lieutenants, really looked up to the guy, may have had a bit of a crush on him but refused to become one of his wives.

But let's start from the beginning. (Before I start I'm just noting that she's Canadian. It is literally never relevant except for this first little bit) ((I also haven't figured out a name for her so she's going to get called either [name] or "my oc" ))

She was in her second year of college when the world went to shit

Originally she tried to just shelter in place and stay on the campus, but after 5 or 6 months it was starting to get overrun so she decided to cut her losses and get out while she could. She had a small group of friends she had been with, and they all left together.

They had run into other people who would pass through the campus, all with stories of safe-havens and larger groups.

Some were headed to Ottawa or Toronto, where they were sure the government had set up aide for the people. Most were headed south. Usually to Washington, some to Atlanta for the CDC headquarters, others just hoped to find family or check somewhere off the bucket list before they kicked it.

The number of people flocking to Washington gave the group hope that even if there wasn't any government run settlement, there would be people. Living people.

But they never made it to Washington, instead they ran into a slowly growing settlement in Virginia.

By this point, the group of 5 had become 3. One of their companions got bit and turned, the other was killed in a fight with another group of survivors. When they stumbled upon a camp that housed at least 30 people, they were both cautious and incredibly relieved. The group had no problem taking them in, and all three quickly found their places.

with the growing numbers and quickly approaching winter, the group had no choice but to start looking for a permanent home.

The leader of this group (at least, the leader at that time) tried to set them up in a hotel, but it ended up being full of more dead than expected and the group got split up, surrounded, and trapped. Some quick calls between my OC and another new member of the group got just about everyone out safely. Over the next few weeks, people started to favor the leadership of the newcomer over their current leader's, and so he ended up taking over.

An encounter with another group turned sour finally gave our community a name: The Saviors, and not long after that our new leader, Negan, found the perfect place to settle down.

Leadership came naturally to him, and with the size of one group he couldn't manage it alone. My OC and the group's old leader, Dwight, were the first choices. So we became the first "lieutenants" (though there was no such formal title at that point)

The saviors then aren't at all like the group you all think you know now. It was a long process to transform the factory into our Sanctuary, and even longer to make our rag-tag little group into an army.

Most of the people weren't fighters. The ones who were became guards, kept the dead away from our gates until I got the idea to set up that kick-ass defense you see in the comics and tv show

We already had some sense of who was fit for which jobs, as most people had just naturally taken on a role based on their skills. It wasn't a formal assignment or anything, they just became the go-to people.

It was during that first winter that Negan introduced his point system. Supplies were scarce and scavenging was difficult, so he came up with a way to ration supplies. To keep it fair, he based it on production. The more you did for the sanctuary, the more you could get. Once things started to take shape a little better the Lieutenants may have started to abuse their position and Negan kinda gave us like partial immunity so it isn't the most fair system, but it works, and the people were satisfied. (This makes it sound like Capitalism 2: Electric Boogaloo but I promise it was a bartering system)

With the assistance I'd provided in the past, I became the resident strategist, and as such worked very closely with Negan. Not as closely as Simon (once he joined the command team), but close enough.

I was never given an outpost, not because Negan thought I wouldn't be able to handle it, it was just because my services were better applied at the sanctuary itself. I did travel to the compound occasionally though as that was our largest outpost.

I helped plan our approach when interacting with other communities, and helped Negan refine his methods a little. Obviously he still did his own thing and had the final say on any operation, but he valued my input.

When Oceanside rebelled, it was probably the only time Simon and I were in agreement about how to handle it. We gave them multiple chances and they blew it. They cost us not just valuable supplies, but people. and people are the most important resource you have in the apocalypse. So, when Simon and I discussed their punishment, I was, and still am, pleasantly surprised that it was a very quick agreement to execute half their people. The debate came over what half to execute. I was thinking that we split it between the men and women, but honestly looking back, letting them reproduce and grow their community would have been stupid. Luckily we agreed on Simon's proposal to kill off their men. Let the community slowly die off, never able to forget what they did to deserve their fate.

I despised Gregory, which made trips to Hilltop fun. The soldiers at the Satellite Outpost usually handled them, but I tagged along when I could. I usually used Simon's presence at the Sanctuary as justification, assuming I was even asked to explain where I was going. I literally only went so I could make that misogynistic prick absolutely miserable. Fun times.

Nobody talks about the perks of being a lieutenant actually. That shit is the best, especially if you're a higher ranking one. Me, Simon, Dwight, and Arat were winning. We were Negan's favorites and believe me, it showed. Laura and Wade were like mid-level, they were definitely notable, but they were never the best of the best (no offense to Laura, we were really good friends). The others were at the bottom of the lieutenant hierarchy, they weren't particularly notable. They did their jobs, and that's about all I can say. But anyway, us lieutenants lived like royalty. I still made a point of going out and being on the front lines when we did have to fight, but I didn't need to, hell Negan told me a few times I should just stand back, but he didn't actually stop me. If I got an order to stand down I would have listened, but the order never came.

We more or less got free reign to do as we pleased, as long as it was within the rules. And for the record, the rules and expectations were pretty basic. Everyone wants to think Negan was running some crazy dictatorship, but he basically just didn't want you to be a dick.

Once the world fell it became "us v.s. them". Usually he'd consider anyone with a pulse to be part of the "us" group, and offer them protection. But if you're not going to play nice then you're very quickly going to be moved from the category of "semi-us" to the proverbial "them"

overtime it did start to be that The Saviors were the "us" rather than the living as a whole

But you have to understand

We had close to 500 people at our peak

Negan had to look out for his people before anything else. The sanctuary was always open, always willing to take in more people, so long as you contribute. Young children weren't expected to contribute, of course. We didn't have all that many of them, but we always had a few. We had enough that part of the library became a dedicated children's section, and one of the rooms was converted into a classroom. The teachers were treated as soldiers, as far as the point system goes. Not entirely exempt from it like us, but rather than earning points based off "sales" they were "payed" a certain amount each day they worked. I don't recall how many points it was

Anyway. Enough about him, I'm supposed to be talking about my OC here (I realize I started talking in the first person, as the OC... don't worry about that, just go with it. Like I said I kin her and I happen to be feeling a little shifty)

Since it's Christmas I guess I'll tell y'all about something christmas related

A tradition among the lieutenants is that we would do a secret Santa each year. We never really knew when Christmas was, nobody kept track of the days *that* well, so we'd kinda just aim for mid-winter.

It was pretty simple, we all draw names from a hat and then make or find a gift for the person.

One year, I got Dwight. And I got kinda reckless cause my gift totally could have gotten us both in BIG trouble. Never did anything like that before, and never did anything like it again. I was initially just out looking to find something for myself but there was this necklace, and I don't remember any of the details, I just know that the second I layed eyes on it that I had to grab it for D to give Sherry. I also managed to find a partially full pack of cigarettes (which were really hard to come by) and I gave that to him as well. I'm glad he didn't report me for the necklace, it was a stupid idea, but luckily he never gave it to her. Or she just never wore it. One of the two. They weren't on the greatest terms so I wouldn't be surprised either way.

Laura's Christmas parties were also so fun. She was fun in general, but she knew how to party. I have fond memories of somehow kicking Arat's ass in Pool while I was wasted (and by "fond memories" I mean I just know it happened. I couldn't even remember doing that the next day, let alone from another universe entirely)

Totally random thing that spoils the mood but is plot relevant to my character: she dies.

When Jadis double crosses Rick, leading to the big shootout where Mags and Ezekiel show up just in time to fight the saviors off: Maggie shoots her and she bleeds out (I know it's 7x16 but idk what comic issue(s) that happens in, which is the more accurate source material but oh well)

Another total 180: I didn't even get into Negan borderline harrassing her

So basically, he made like a solid 3 or 4 attempts to convince her to become one of his wives and she said no. Since her source is like 90% the comics with just a little bit of the tv show sprinkled in, she was actually right to refuse that proposal, but let's not get into that right now. He tried everything he could, but unfortunately he couldn't even really like threaten her with anything because if he were to put her on some crappy work detail then he loses his strategist and could seriously fuck himself over.

If she had survived the war with Alexandria, I think he could have worn her down enough to accept his proposal because she wouldn't want to have to deal with a mess like that again. (I have an AU that is closer to the tv universe than the comics, and she lives through the war, so as a result The Saviors actually win, and since Eugene can take her place she is ok with retiring early as long as it means never having to put up with someone like Rick Grimes ever again.)

ANYWAY

Idk

Thanks for reading (if you actually read all that)

If you're still reading this you should send me an ask and I'll give you a gold star or something

You should also consider asking questions, telling me your thoughts, or suggesting a name for this character

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I realized why The Cell (S7 Ep3) threw me off so bad

I got REALLY used to comic book Negan

That episode had me spiralling for two days straight

All because I don't rewatch it as often as I do 6x16, 7x01, 7x07, and 7x08, plus I usually mesh the Comic and TV universe portrayals into a middle-ground character in my head, leading to a slight mix up of details

Comic book Negan and Tv Negan are fundamentally very similar characters, but there are a few subtle differences that are clearly VERY important to stop me from having a crisis

In this case: the attitude toward his wives in the sanctuary is the big one.

Tv universe Negan is much more relaxed, he gives them far more freedom.

Comic universe Negan is more controling, more objectifying, and just generally more strict.

comic Negan would NEVER let Dwight, or anyone else at the sanctuary, sleep with any of his wives. Especially Sherry. He wouldn't make that offer even as a joke. Look at them all you want, they are hot as shit he knows that, he knows it's damn near impossible not to look at them. But trying to lay so much as a finger on any one of them will get you the iron.

Comic Negan also doesn't strike me as the type to be too keen on any of his wives getting pregnant. I don't recall how much from The Cell has any basis in the comics, or if it was totally original for the show, so I could be wrong and they could have the same scene that started my spiraling. Idk.

Sherry's pregnancy test was negative in the show, but the disappointment on her face tells me that she at least was hoping it would be positive, and I can't foresee her trying to get pregnant if Negan was going to be upset about it. So in all likelihood he also wanted that test to be positive. Dwight's reassurance only adds to this theory. Sherry and D are just trying to get out of this whole thing alive, he wouldn't encourage her doing something to possibly jeopardize herself. And with the way Negan lords his relationship with Sherry over Dwight, I'm fairly certain he'd also make sure D knows he's trying/going to get her knocked up. So he probably knows Negan's trying to have a baby with her, which means he has to be supportive or else his loyalty could be questioned

Sorry if it seems like I'm still overly fixated on this, but I totally am and I only just realized any of this because I was skimming through #103-105 looking for a couple particular panels today

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glad the moots are liking my twd posting lolol

Im not going to get to watch the last episode of The Ones Who Live until tomorrow night but on the upside I'm definitely going to get some writing done tonight

I didn't expect to enjoy this series as much as I am but now I'm excited for S2, whenever it comes out

I'm also stoked about the fact that, according to Scott Gimple, a certain death scene that's going to happen in my fic is "a classic Walking Dead death"

There's a lot of emotion and conflicting choices

Like when they were talking about Jadis' death I got all excited because the way they talked about it could 100% apply to what I have planned

I will not give details because it's a huge pivotal moment in the story and still a few chapters out

But clearly this means I have been able to pick up on patterns in the show's writing and have been able to translate them into my own, keeping a similar style to the source despite their stories being very different

But even my general formatting, the way the story is being layed out and the way that each chapter progresses, it feels very close to the way the show lays out the story and how each episode progresses. I'm likely also biased as the writer, but especially watching these much shorter spin-off series, I see my writing reflected back at me in the canon which is really good encouragement.

One of the things that Gimple talked about after episode 5 was how it mirrored an episode in the main series and had an almost "honeymoon" feel to it. A lot of what happened in this episode (between Rick and Michonne) was filler, but this is The Walking Dead: nothing is ever just filler. So even though technically I could have done without the 30-40 minutes of domestic Richonne, it ended up tying into the larger storyline and being responsible for Jadis finding them, and also built up pretty nicely to Rick's proposal.

This next chapter I have coming out is structured very similarly to "Become"

It's going to be a little heavier just because of what Carl is dealing with and there will be no proposal, but it's going to have the same feeling and there can actually be some parallels drawn. Where Rick and Michonne are enjoying their newly renewed relationship, Negan is going to be doing a lot of the same things with Carl in an attempt to build a rapport and get him comfortable enough to step into his role in the Sanctuary. I also like to build up drama towards the end of a chapter: even if it isn't going to land on a super tense note (like Chapter 2 did) I leave something for the reader to look forward to and build anticipation.

"Become" had Jadis giving Rick and Michonne the details about her dossier on Alexandria, and them discussing how they are going to take down the CRM. The episode didn't necessary end with a big dramatic cliff-hanger, but that promise of resolution builds anticipation.

As for my fic... I can't actually give details, I've said too much already, but it'll be a similar situation. You'll get some information, the end of the chapter will be fairly mundane, but you'll want to come back for the next chapter to see what happens as a result of the information you learn.

[idledreams4]

I might actually have a hot take for once:

Rick, Michonne, and Negan are just three sides of the same D3

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rick has the worst case of Stockholm syndrome I have ever seen

This is just pathetic /neg

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well well well

never thought I'd see the day

Rick not only listening to Negan, but taking pointers.

It's about damn time

The only question is: does he fully understand what "people are a resource" means, or was he just saying it

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I have to amend my precious statement

Me and Rick are good, we are square, everything is ok

I'm not going to forget what he did, but he's finally faced punishment. Perhaps not at the hands of the Saviors but the punishment he's faced is akin to what we would have done.

His consignment, losing his hand? May as well have had his face ironed and been put to work on the wall.

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alright

I'm watching The Ones Who Live

If this doesn't redeem Rick for me then y'all are going to have to put up with me being very annoyed and not at all subtle about it (very very likely)

If it does somewhat redeem him then you only have to deal with me being bitter (basically impossible, cause I'll start kinda liking him and then remember all his terrible decisions, the fact he massacred like 50-75 unarmed men, women, and children in their sleep, and got his son killed)

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I never asks for ask games anymore so I'm just gonna yap

there's like.... a 30 year age age gap lmaooo. if we go off his most recent iteration its actually closer to 40 years, but the version of him who literally lives in our head is roughly 30 years older than me

nope. not at all.

I like it. he definitely finds me amusing so I'd say he also likes it

I feel like the only thing it really effects is our dynamic. but he was also my s/i's boss, which definitely ties into that.

well if we were both my age he would not be the same person I married let me tell you that. I'd probably be "the other woman" /gn. if we were both his age... idk. cause I'm not in my 50's yet

0.0 uh....

I got the "very mature for my age" autism+trauma combo, and he's always been a little on the immature side so no /hj there are like... some differences? maybe? idk. he was a highschool gym coach before the apocalypse and he tried to meet the kids at their level, so he's pretty understanding with my generation actually

yes, there is definitely a power imbalance but I'm sooooo ok with it.

YES. quite a bit lol.

I've been told he looks like my dad. people from our source would I'm brainwashed or being blackmailed but that's a separate issue

Age Gap F/O Asks

How big is the age gap between you and your F/O?

Did either of you hesitate getting into a relationship because of the age difference age?

Do you like the age gap, or are you indifferent/unhappy with it?

Does the age gap have a big effect on your relationship?

How would your relationship change if you were the same age?

How would your relationship change if you switched ages?

Do you notice any big generational differences between you?

Does the age gap in your relationship lend itself to a power dynamic, or are things balanced between the two of you?

Have you ever faced judgement for your difference in age?

Has your relationship ever been mistaken for something other than romantic?

Please do not copy/repost <3

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For I Have Sinned

Summary: Since Negan was brought to Alexandria, you have been attracted to him. One day you find Negan dressed up like Father Gabriel and instantly find yourself turned on by the attire. After fantasizing about him all night, you decide to admit your feelings to Negan in a confession.

Characters: Negan, Aaron, Father Gabriel & the reader (OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57469084

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, Daddy Kink, Unprotected P in V, Oral, No Use of Y/N, breeding kink, dirty talk, priest! Negan, Public Play in a Church, Rough, etc.

Notes: This is more so Negan as a priest in training lol, but I just ran with it. It's just another filthy one shot from me. I hope you like it!

The unbearable heat was starting to break you down. It had been one of the hottest summers that you could think of in years. After the world fell to shit you thought there would be a lot of downtime, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Living in Alexandria meant you were working all the time. Non-stop. More than you would have ever done before when the world was normal. But it exhausted you. Being a sweaty mess and sore at the end of the day only to know you had to do it all over again tomorrow didn’t appeal to you. It was exhausting.

“Pick up the pace,” Aaron’s voice called out to you when you took a minute outside the gates of Alexandria to catch your breath. Shooting a glare at Aaron instead of fighting with him, you just pushed forward and headed back into town. Aaron slowed down to keep up with you and you kind of were just ready to be done at this point. You liked Aaron and he was a good friend of yours, but you were just exhausted. “Do you need a day off tomorrow? You look whipped.”

“I am,” you confessed feeling Aaron stopping, reaching out to grab your arm to get a look at you. “I don’t mean to whine Aaron, but I’m completely drained. It’s been non-stop with little to no rehabilitation for my body. I’m willing to do some smaller work around here, but out there I’m really putting my everything into things.”

“I’ll get you a week or so working inside the walls,” Aaron promised starting to talk to you about some things, but in the distance something else caught your eye. It kept you from hearing whatever Aaron was saying to you when your eyes followed the movements of what looked like Negan working on the church at the center of town. What shocked you the most was seeing that he wasn’t dressed like what you were used to seeing him in. He was wearing all black with the white collar of a priest. Almost like he was wearing Gabriel’s clothes. It had been a while since you had seen Negan but seeing that shocked you. You must have been gazing away too long because suddenly you had Aaron’s fingertips snapping in your face to get your attention back. “I lost you there.”

“You did. I won’t lie,” you pointed toward the church where Negan was hammering something in. Once Aaron saw what you were focused on, he rolled his eyes and huffed out loud. “I’m floored to see Negan wearing what he’s wearing. Is this a joke of some kind? Is it Halloween or…something?”

“No, this is Gabriel’s way of trying to fix him and prove that he’s changed,” Aaron scoffed, folding his arms out in front of his chest. The disgust over Aaron’s face told you everything about how he felt about the situation. “Gabriel is putting him through the trials of becoming a priest.”

You couldn’t help but laugh hearing that one. Negan? Of all people being a priest? Yeah, that was a crazy thought. Only if hell froze over. After all the time you spent with Negan when you would be the one that brought him his meals and talked with him, him being a priest was almost joke worthy for you.

"I still can’t believe the two of you are friends. You have very questionable taste in people,” Aaron grumbled under his breath and it made you smirk.

“You know, you’re my friend,” you reminded him, tilting your head to the side to get a good look at Aaron, arching your eyebrow in a mischievous way. It made Aaron roll his eyes and he dropped his arms down at his sides. “I like Negan. I think he’s a different man and I got to know him when I went down there with him.”

“You were down there with him because no one else could stand him,” Aaron noticed the way you were staring at Negan again. You were gawking at Negan who dropped the hammer down at his side and reached up to wipe sweat away from his forehead. When he slicked his hair back you felt your pulse leap in your chest and a moment later Aaron was hitting your shoulder. “You are smitten with him. What the fuck is your problem?”

“Language, that’s a priest you are talking about,” you teased Aaron, still keeping your attention on Negan never realizing before that you had some kind of kink for a priest, but with Negan wearing that you were starting to believe that you did. “Negan is a very attractive man. I’m not blind.”

“But you’re crazy,” Aaron commented and you tipped your head from side to side before shrugging. “For the love of God…”

“Now that you say that…” you stepped forward toward the church feeling Aaron reaching out for you. “I guess I could go show God some love.”

“Oh come on,” Aaron called out to you when you pulled away from him. Waving him off without looking back at him, you approached the church and leaned in.

“Working hard?” you whispered causing Negan to jump and he looked back at you. When he noticed it was you, a smirk tugged at his lips and he turned on his heel.

“Don’t you know to never scare someone holding a fucking hammer?” Negan waved the hammer about before moving forward to wrap an arm around you to pull you close to hug you. Having his short beard rubbing up against the side of your face made your eyes slam shut. God, this was what being close to him would always do to you. “Where have you been stranger?”

“Working my ass off,” you informed him with a sigh. It started to make you panic with him hugging you wondering just how much you may have smelled back with you working hard outside all day long.

“Oh?” Negan’s eyebrow arched up, his dimples sinking in when he pulled back to look you over. Urging you to turn on your heel, you weren’t sure what he was going with when he looked down at your bottom. “Nope, it’s still there.”

“Negan,” you laughed when you felt him smack your ass in a playful manner. Turning to face him, you watched the wolfish smile expand over his handsome features. “That’s not very God like. With you being a priest now and everything.”

“I…oh,” Negan looked down at what he was wearing. His face flushed over and he grumbled to himself. Lifting his head, his dimples sank in and he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m brand new at this whole thing. It’s going to take some getting used to.”

“I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but why did you do this? You look…ridiculous,” you couldn’t help but giggle seeing the way that his eyes avoided you. “I mean, not ridiculous. You’re very attractive and I like the whole look going on here for you, but you as a priest?”

“Yeah, I know,” Negan frowned, shrugging his shoulders while he tried to figure out what to say to you. “Because of everything I’ve done, Gabey boy thought it would be good for me to get in touch with God. So I guess I’m a priest in training. It really just means that I work on the church, clean things up, pass things out…”

“Did you even read the bible?” you wondered drawing his nose to wrinkle and he laughed.

“I did during my time locked up,” Negan answered with a sigh, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark pants after he set the hammer down. “I had a lot of free time and Gabriel thought it would be good for me. There were some ridiculous fucking things in it, but I read it. I don’t agree with all of it, but if this helps people give me a chance and become a better person—I’m willing to try.”

“You don’t need to become a priest in order for you to become a better person,” you suggested to him hating to hear him say something like that. “I think you were already a better person, you just let these people get in your head.”

“I just want somewhere I feel like I belong,” Negan confessed with a saddened expression, lifting one of his hands to wave it about. “No one has really given me a chance here. You have, but I don’t get to see you much. Judith and Gabriel are the only two that have really put some effort into things with me. Gabriel was always preaching to me and he thought this was the only way for me to purify my soul.”

“So what do I call you now?” you reached out to playfully shove into the center of his chest causing a scoff to fall from his throat. “Father Negan?”

“Haha. Laugh it up,” Negan pulled his right hand out of his pocket and waved it about. “I think I look good you know. Black is my color and while I’m sweating my ass off in this, I can feel my soul purifying as we speak.”

“Oh, I see,” you smirked folding your arms out in front of your chest while gazing him over. “You know, it would be a lot hotter if you tore the arms off of that shirt. It’d be like you stepped right out of my dreams. A stripper priest. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

“Fucking hell…” Negan breathed out, his thick eyebrows bouncing up when he inhaled sharply. “You shouldn’t be talking like that. I can’t…I can’t be thinking the way you’re making me think right now with the way you are saying things. We talked about this in the past. The two of us…”

“The two of us kissed and I would have been okay with going the whole way, but you stopped me. Every time,” you reminded him of your past and he sighed, shifting on his feet. Rocking back and forth on them, he shrugged his shoulders and sighed dramatically. “I was never quite your type, huh?”

“That’s not true,” Negan immediately denied, shaking his head and letting out an irritated breath. “I was never good enough for you. That was the problem. This? This feels almost like a punishment doing this whole priest thing. It’s what I deserve. Someone caring about me and wanting to be with me? I don’t really deserve that. You know that just as much as I do.”

“Negan,” Gabriel’s voice called out breaking up the conversation between the two of you with Negan looking over his shoulder. Wiggling his fingers at Negan, Gabriel urged him back toward the church and Negan sighed. “Come along. I need to teach you some things.”

“Sure thing boss,” Negan was sarcastic in his response, giving you one final smirk before walking off. When Negan got to the door of the church, he stopped and let out a long sigh. It seemed like he wanted to say something to you, but he couldn’t. Instead of looking back at you, his head slumped forward and he spoked quietly. “Goodbye.”

After that discussion, you stood there for a moment and pondered the things that Negan said. This really didn’t feel like something that Negan wanted. It was more so something he was punishing himself with. You could have gone after him, but you didn’t. You were tired. You needed a shower and you needed to rest. But all night long you thought about Negan. How wildly attracted you were to him and as fucked up as it was, you were extremely turned on by the whole black get up with the white collar he was wearing.

The more you thought about Negan that night, the more enchanted with the idea of Negan you became. And when you woke up in the morning you had a plan to get Negan’s attention. You were given a day off before you had to start helping out around Alexandria, so you were going to take advantage of it.

You made sure to dress in something that brought attention to some of your best assets. Something you knew that the old version of Negan would have liked. And you headed off to the church. You knew that it would have been best for you to stay home and rest. Hell, they were giving you some time off. You should have taken them up on their offer, but all you had on your mind was Negan.

Once you were inside the church, you were surprised with it being empty. Empty except for Negan at the front of it sweeping something up. With how hard they had been working to fix up the church, you assumed that there would be more than just Negan in there.

Clearing your throat managed to get Negan to lift his head up. When his eyes fell upon you, his eyebrows bounced up in surprise. Setting the broom at the back corner of the church, Negan moved across the way to step before you. A weak smile tugged at his lips and his eyes fell to the dip in your shirt that showed off your breasts. Well that was a success.

“Uhm,” Negan spoke uneasily, forcing himself to look away from your breasts. “What are you doing here?”

“You know, after our conversation, I got to thinking last night,” you looked around the church and saw that Negan’s head tipped, his eyes hooked on you when you nodded toward the confessional in the back corner. “It’s been a long time since I did a confession and I was thinking maybe I should do one.”

“Oh, I don’t really do that,” Negan looked over his shoulder, his body shifting uncomfortably like he was looking for someone else. “I’m really just like a priest in training so to speak or some shit. I don’t know. You might want to grab Gabriel and do that if you really want to talk to someone.”

“Well, I’m not really all that religious so we can train together,” you suggested pointing back toward the booth that was there and Negan cleared his throat. “What do you think? You want to give it a try? I can confess my sins to you and you can help…”

“Absolve you of your sins?” Negan finished for you having your smile grow larger over your face and you nodded. Looking around, Negan seemed nervous before he shrugged his shoulders and stepped forward. “I guess we can do that. Gabriel is around here somewhere and he doesn’t have a service for a while. So…why the fuck not.”

“Are you supposed to be talking like that?” you teased him, moving in beside him when his hand pressed in over your lower back to lead you toward the confessional.

“I’m pretty sure someone said swearing makes you closer to God,” Negan spoke up, his head tipping from side to side. “Or some shit like that.”

“That sounds fake,” you noted, stepping before the confessional with Negan. He let out a long, expressive exhale before looking to you. “You should go first. Since you’re the priest and everything.”

“Right,” Negan frowned, moving forward, opening the door to the confessional that was there and when he closed the door you smiled.

Moving into the other side, you heard movement through the screen that was between the two of you showing that Negan was trying to get comfortable. Once you sat down, a warmth surrounded you and you realized that it wasn’t all that comfortable in here.

“Do I just talk through this screen or…?” you were confused how this thing was supposed to go since it had been so long since you even stepped into a church considering the circumstances.

“I don’t fucking know,” Negan pushed at something on the other end before the screen opened and revealed him sitting at the other end. “Maybe this is wrong. Maybe the screen is supposed to stay closed or…”

“Let’s just…do this,” you calmed him, throwing your hands up in the air noticing that he was looking down toward the ground as if trying to give you some privacy to talk about whatever it was you wanted to confess to him. “Bless me, father, for I have sinned…”

Negan was quiet, but it made him smirk and his dimples became more prominent when you started. He was amused. Which was better than him actually taking this seriously, “It’s been a really long fucking time since I’ve done one of these things…”

“I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to say,” Negan offered and you gave him a glare. Throwing his hands up in the air, Negan shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “Go ahead my child.”

“God don’t say that,” you snickered hearing him laugh in return before you got even more comfortable where you were sitting. “You see father, I haven’t been a very good girl. For the longest time now I’ve had feelings for this guy that I met. He was a prisoner…” a bit of color flushed into Negan’s face when his dark eyes slowly lifted to meet your stare. “And yesterday I saw him in his priest get up for the first time and I was so very turned on by it. After talking to him, I went home and all I could think about was him. I could barely sleep.”

“What are you doing…” Negan breathed out, his long eyelashes fluttering when you hushed him and shook your head.

“You see father, I kept thinking about his hands. He has the nicest hands and they are so big. At first I thought about him undressing me with those hands. I thought about how long it would take him to caress all over my body. And then I started to touch myself…”

You made sure that Negan was looking at you when you dragged your fingers down over your shoulder, over the center of your breasts before dragging your hand across one of them. It had Negan shifting uncomfortable, licking at his lips.

“The way I wanted him to touch me,” you whispered squeezing and palming at your flesh leaving his lips to part. Nothing came out, but you could tell that you had him hooked. “I thought about his hand traveling lower between my thighs…”

The movement of your hand followed your words with you dragging your palm down over the lengths of your abdomen between your thighs. Pressing your legs further apart, you palmed in over your body purring out causing his breathing to grow louder.

“And then all I could think about was him using his fingers to pleasure me,” you panted, biting down on your bottom lip while your caress continued over your body. “But then I got to thinking about his cock. And how hard it would be straining against his pants. How badly I wanted to take him out of his pants and into my mouth.”

A grunt fell from Negan’s throat and you couldn’t help, but smile seeing the way he looked like he was sweating on the other side of the confessional, “I want nothing more than to have his throbbing cock in my mouth. I want it so bad. And the very idea of it just makes my pussy wet father. Once I get his cock nice and wet, I want him to fill my tight little cunt with his cock and fuck me senseless. I want him to fill my pussy with his cum until it is seeping down my thighs…”

“This is wrong,” Negan went to get up, but you shifted quick, stretching your arm out to curl your fingers around the back of Negan’s neck. Pulling him to you brought his lips to yours. Over and over again you tried to kiss him into temptation. And at first it seemed like he was fighting it, until the flick of your tongue drew his lips to part. Accepting the warm brush of your tongue over his, Negan growled against your flesh and it had your heart hammering away in your chest. “Fuck it…”

Pushing further at the window that kept the two of you separate, Negan managed to grab a hold of you to pull you into his side of the booth with him. You both laughed at the way you struggled to fully get in before Negan fell back into the corner of his side. Once you were firmly on your feet in the cramped space with Negan, your hands palmed up and over Negan’s body hearing him breathing loudly.

“How hard is your cock right now?” you whispered, lowering your palm over the front of his pants to give his body a firm squeeze. It had his hips bouncing forward into your grasp with a proud smile tugging at your lips. “You’re meant to be a daddy figure Negan, not a priest. No matter how fuck hot you look in this.”

Negan was breathing loudly, his hands squeezing at your hips while his lips hovered just over yours, “Your cock is just begging for a release after this long, isn’t it?”

Teasing him, you brought your lips close enough to drag them over his and swiftly worked to open the belt in Negan’s pants. Unhooking it, you undid the button and his zipper, pressing your body up against his with his breathing growing louder. His thick eyebrows furrowed when you started nibbling at his bottom lip. Dipping your hand beneath the material of Negan’s pants had him moaning out when your fingers curled around the warmth of his flesh.

“You’re meant to be a bad boy Negan,” you slurred, working his erection from the confines of the pants that he was wearing. Unhurriedly you started to caress over the length of his manhood, taking your time to watch his reactions while you touched him. “Your cock is too big to waste. You’re meant to breed Negan. Not preach.”

“Breed?” Negan muttered, the vein at the side of his neck bulging when his eyelids grew heavy. “But the people here…”

“The people have no idea what you are capable of and you shouldn’t give a shit what they think,” you urged him, the motions of your hand over his body growing stronger and it had him biting down on his bottom lip. Bringing you two closer together, Negan lowered his hand and it pressed between your thighs touching you in the ways you had wanted for so long. “Good boy.”

Pumping your hand over Negan’s cock, you got a nice throaty moan out of him with his forehead pressing up against yours.

“You have a choice Negan,” you licked your lips hearing him moan faintly under his breath. “Do you want to continue to sweep the floors and be these people’s minion or do you want to put that fat cock of yours inside of me? Because more than anything, I want to fuck you so bad it hurts. My pussy is throbbing just thinking about it…”

“Fuck me,” Negan hissed out, his hands desperately pulling apart your pants so he could make enough room to push his hand beneath the material. It had you stepping up on your toes when he palmed in over the warmth of your flesh. It had his eyelids growing heavier, his breathing louder when his fingertips traced over the length of your sex.

Reaching for Negan’s wrist, you pulled it from your pants and lifted his hands to his lips. Urging him to take his finger between his lips had him groaning out when the taste of you lingered over his tongue. Humming out, Negan dropped his hand and you lowered down to your knees. Instead of the worried glances he had before, a wolfish smile tugged at his lips when you press a wet kiss at the tip of his cock. Dragging your tongue out, you teased at the slit before taking him between your parted lips.

“Fuck,” Negan hummed out, his head dropping back. Both of his hands pressed against the walls of the booth and you took your time to lower your head over the length of him before pulling back. Grasping firmly to the base of his cock, you gradually allowed your movements to grow harder and faster. Wincing out, Negan dropped his hands down with one hooking into your hair and the other caressing at the back of your neck. Starting to thrust his hips up toward your mouth had you gagging with the way his cock hit the back of your throat but you were doing your best to pleasure him while he fucked your mouth. “That’s enough.”

A wet popping sound filled the small booth with Negan pulling you up. Swiftly pushing at the material of your pants, Negan pressed you firmly against the wall of the confessional and reached for his girthy length. Teasing the swollen tip between your slick folds had you purring out.

“Come on daddy, take what you want,” you urged and it had Negan chuckling faintly before working one of your pant legs away from your body. Pressing you against the wall, Negan persuaded your leg around his waist before eagerly sinking into the warmth of your body. The moan he made was loud, there was no hiding it at this point. Holding tightly to Negan, the first thrust of his manhood inside of you was hard and you didn’t want to fall over. Then the next thrust followed suit. “Don’t hold back. Just fuck my pussy as hard as you can. With how long it’s been, I want you to be balls deep inside of me by the time you come and fill me with all that you’ve been holding in.”

“As you wish,” Negan’s nose nuzzled in against yours, his thrusts starting off hard and fast. It had your flesh smacking together while you desperately tried to hold onto him. Your lips met his and you tried to kiss away your cries of pleasure. He was doing exactly as you asked of him. Fucking you hard, fast and it felt so fucking good. The extra added sensation of knowing that this was in a church in a confessional just turned you on all the more. Crying out, you tipped your head back feeling Negan’s hand loosely wrapping around your throat. Once the pressure started to be applied you hummed out in pleasure enjoying the pain that came with it. “God you feel so fucking good.”

Gasping out, you felt Negan tugging at the material of your shirt at the neck. Pulling it down, Negan managed to drop his head low enough to take your breast between his lips. Kissing, sucking and nibbling at the flesh until he had your nipple into a tight peak. Tugging at his hair, you brought his mouth back to yours and dragged your tongue out over his lips.

“I’ve wanted you to fuck me since the first day I met you,” you informed him with a purr, wincing out when Negan’s hips bounced firmly up toward you having him fill you completely with his cock. An amused expression flooded Negan’s face when you shook your head. “You don’t need to be a priest to be close to God Negan…”

Dropping your hands, you tugged at Negan’s black shirt using the strength that you had to rip it open. It had the buttons hitting the ground and an amused rumble fell from Negan’s throat, “All you have to do is be inside of this pussy and it’s yours. It’s all yours…”

“I like the sound of that,” Negan growled as you pushed into the center of his chest to get him to fall back onto the bench. Crawling in over his lap, your nails bit at his chest and he growled out. His hands palmed in over your ass when you took advantage to lower yourself over his throbbing length. “You make a good sell…”

“Don’t get me wrong, you make a hot priest,” you sucked faintly at Negan’s bottom lip, wincing when you allowed him to fill you again. Smacking at his shoulder, you weren’t used to the sensation of this since it had been so long, but you enjoyed the small amounts of pain that came with it. “But I want you to be mine.”

“You want to be mine,” Negan corrected you, his right hand reaching up to grab a hold of your jaw while you bounced your hips over his. Eagerly, his hips matched your movements and you let out a surprised sound at the sound the booth was making with the two of you inside of it. Hovering his lips over yours, Negan smiled and a moan fell from his throat. “I accept.”

“Good boy,” you complimented him, brushing your fingers through his hair to mess it. Adjusting your position, you found a way to move that made both of you louder in the way you expressed your pleasure. Each plunge of his cock into your depths had the two of you crying out in unison. “Come on Father Negan…”

Reaching back, your fingers caressed over his testicles having him hum out at the sensation with his thighs flexing beneath you, “You know you want to come inside of me.”

“So fucking much,” Negan growled, his hazel eyes hooked on yours dropping his hand down between the two of you. Circling the rough pad of his thumb over your clit, Negan was working on your sensitive bundle of nerves having you pant out with every movement you made. Your hips bounced up toward his thumb when you would allow his cock to pull out of your body before you swiftly dropped them back again. “You take that cock so good honey.”

There was a fire building in your belly and you rolled your hips faster over his, desperate to reach a moment of bliss that had been building up for you. With a cry, you threw your head back and Negan hungrily kissed over the side of your neck. Your orgasm hit you hard, but it didn’t give you the time to relax when Negan pressed you slightly back so that you were pressed against the wall opposite of him. Reaching down for your wrists, Negan hooked his fingers firmly around them and started bouncing his hips up toward you over and over again. His testicles smacked up against you with every hard pounding thrust and you couldn’t hide your moans.

“Almost there,” Negan informed you, his jaw tensing and the lines in his forehead growing. By how hard he was holding onto your wrists and with his jaw clenching you could see that his orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Make that pussy yours Negan,” you urged with his thrusts growing even stronger. You knew that you would be feeling this later, but you didn’t care. You wanted this so bad and you were thankful that you were able to make it happen.

Pulling you forward, Negan had you falling in against his chest with your head resting against his shoulder. Squeezing his hands firmly over your ass, Negan continued his thrusts until his groan filled the air and one final thrust upward had you bouncing upward feeling the throbbing of his cock inside of you. Moaning into the side of your neck, Negan stroked his fingers over your hair and you reached back to feel his balls straining while he filled you with line after line of his cum. You both were soaked with sweat. It was like a sauna in this thing, but neither of you seemed to care.

“Is everything okay in here?” the light from the church flooded into the confessional with you gasping out and pulling yourself in closer to Negan after the door was opened. Negan’s hips were still partially bouncing up toward yours with his orgasm and you whined out. The voice you knew too well and you knew that it was Gabriel that had just found the two of you right at the end of your sex act together. “What the hell Negan?”

“Goddamn it,” Negan grunted one final time, biting at your chin when you felt your thighs twitching over Negan. “Gabey boy, you are incredibly bad at timing.”

Negan’s breathing was loud, but you could tell by the sound of his voice that he was amused that Gabe was still there. Stealing a quick look you could tell that Gabriel was shocked and locked into position. Burying your face again had Negan laughing and he wrapped you up in his arms.

“Can we fucking have a minute with God here?” Negan requested and Gabriel shakily reached for the door to close it. It had Negan laughing against the side of your neck and you felt like everything was spinning. “Well that was…”

“Unexpected,” you finished hearing Negan snickering against the side of your neck. Lowering your head, you looked down between the two of you to see Negan’s cock still filling you. Keeping your eyes locked on it, you slowly lifted your hips enjoying the way his cock looked as it slowly left your body. When you reached the tip, it pulled from you with a wet sound and smacked up against his lower abdomen. Whimpering out, you watched some of his cum dripping from your body onto his thighs and you licked your lips.

“Did that feel good?” Negan lowered his hand to rub at your sensitive flesh. It had you whining out and he smiled when two of his fingers pressed inside of you to thrust them into your already highly stimulated body.

“So good,” you replied, meeting his lips in a drawn-out kiss that had him humming against your flesh. “I feel like you’re capable of more though.”

“Is that a challenge?” Negan smirked, looking down at his cock twitching and he growled out.

“That’s me begging you to do your worst,” you alerted him and he smirked. Tipping his head to the side, Negan shook his head and then passionately kissed you. Giving you a minute to gain back your strength, the both of you got dressed to the best of your ability before Negan reached for your hand. Once you moved out of the confessional with Negan, you could see that Gabriel was sitting at one of the benches giving you both a disapproving look.

“Sorry Gabey boy,” Negan reached for the white collar that was in his shirt, tugging it out and tossing it to Gabriel who fumbled with it. “There are some things I won’t give up, even for God. We’re going to my cell so I can actually fuck this beautiful lady right.”

Dropping his hand down, Negan squeezed over himself and you felt a rush of heat flooding into your face, “My crystal balls are telling me that we are going to be so fucking naughty that it’s something your eyes wouldn’t want to see again. These babies are aching after years of not being used, so they are ready to flood this hot little pussy with ready and willing swimmers.”

“God,” you choked out at the expression that Gabriel gave after Negan blurted all of that out.

“Also, there is cum all over that confessional. You might want to clean that up before you even think of using it,” Negan pointed back toward the area that you were in together when he started to lead you toward the door to church.

“Negan!” Gabriel called out to him and you could tell that Gabriel was not happy with how this was ending up.

“Sorry father. I’m on a mission from God here and I’ve got to do this right,” Negan hooked his arm around you, throwing you up over his shoulder and firmly smacking his hand over your bottom. “This whole father thing…it’s just not gonna work for me. I’m sure you understand.”

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Something Like This

Summary: Flirting with Negan leads to you being handcuffed to his bed where he has his way with you.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC, second person) & Simon. 

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47638099

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, oral, use of toys, use of handcuffs, no use of Y/N, etc.

Notes: This goes with the smut prompts that I was given. An anonymous gave me “i’ve never done something like this before” and @jwritesfanfics gave me “shh. there’s people in the other room.“ So I ran with both of them for this fic. I’m not someone that really enjoys writing second person for fics, so I hope this is okay. It’s pure smut with no plot which usually isn’t my thing either. Tried being a big different with this one. Thanks for reading! 

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supernatural is about abusive family. supernatural is about how nobody else will ever love you, will ever have your back unconditionally, will ever be honest with you, even when it hurts. supernatural is about how families stick together, even when it hurts. you can try to leave, you can try to make your own life and your own family, but at the end of the day, blood is blood and you’re an ungrateful bastard for trying to find something better. supernatural is about how you’re safer with people you know will hurt you, over and over, because the rest of the world is full of monsters.

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negan x reader mirror on the ceiling👀😏🙏

thank you so much for the request!! <3

tags: !NSFW!, mirror sex, swearing, no foreplay straight to sex, pet names, dirty talk, mentions of potential cucking? mentions of sex tapes,

word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Saviors Era Negan x f!reader

You’re laughing when Negan walks in.

You can’t help it, especially when there’s a gigantic mirror that’s been hoisted up and basically strapped to the ceiling. 

By now, you know the drill whenever you get ordered up to Negan’s room. After months of teasing each other, the dam broke a few weeks back and ever since then, you’ve been going at it like animals, unable to keep your hands off each other. 

Officially speaking, you’re not one of the wives. There’s no title or open declaration to whatever is going on between you both. No one should know about you two, though with Negan’s big mouth, it’s hard to tell if your secrecy is holding up or if everyone is too scared to say they know what’s going on.

As far as you're concerned, Negan has kept things under wraps, coming up with excuses to justify why he needs to talk to you in private. He does this all while avoiding the real reason— he’s finally fed up with you giving him bedroom eyes all day.

Turning to look at him, you see Negan’s eyes flicker up from your ass to meet your gaze. You smirk, pointing up at your reflection “Really? How did you even get that up there?”.

Negan chuckles, strolling over to place Lucille on his armchair “I didn’t put it up there, darlin”. 

Your lips press together into a thin line as you watch him. He’s only been here for about twenty seconds and you can already tell he’s more teasing than usual. Whether that’ll make things more fun or annoying, you’re unsure.

“No shit, Sherlock” you scoff, planting your hands on your hips “but what’s the point of it?”.

He doesn’t answer straight away. Instead, he lowers his head, watching you through his lashes with a steady, knowing gaze. Negan knows the answer and he’s well aware that you know too. You just want to hear him say it.

“Negan,” you say as a warning when he remains silent “y’know if you just ordered me up here to be a dick, I’ll leave again”.

Rolling his eyes dramatically, he comes closer. “C’mon, you know I got it so I can watch your ass bounce when you’re riding me” Negan grins, unzipping his leather jacket.

”Oh so the view isn’t good enough when I’m doing all the work on your dick?” You reply, crossing your arms defensively.

This is how you and Negan communicate best, playfully bickering back and forth like an old married couple… which is ironic when you’re the only one he’s fucking that he’s not married to.

“It’s a terrific view, baby, but what can I say? I miss that fine ass of yours” pulling you flush against his chest, Negan’s hands glide down to squeeze your backside possessively. 

You narrow your eyes at him, trying to maintain a glare but it's clear your faux annoyance is starting to wane.

“But that’s not all I miss,” Negan continues “it’s been a whole damn week without my dick being in your sweet…” 

His lips find your neck, a lingering kiss making its home there. 

“Tight…” another kiss, edging up by your jawline this time. His hands still firmly grip your ass, pressing his growing erection against you.

“Warm…” Negan gives you a peck on your cheek, right by your mouth “pussy”. 

Then, with a confident grin, he closes the distance, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. As soon as your lips meet, any semblance of resistance crumbles. Clothes become inconvenient obstacles, hindering the reunion of your bare skin.

Hands fumble with belts and zippers, shirts are yanked over heads and before you know it, you’re naked and sliding onto his lap.

Negan sits at the top of his bed, pillows pushed up by the headboard as his hands trail down your naked form. He traces the curves of your waist and the slope of your hips before dipping between your thighs to lightly tease your core.

You look up at the ceiling to take in the large mirror that now dominates the space above you. Your own skeptical expression meets your gaze. It’s not an angle you’re used to but you can definitely see a lot.

Negan joins you, letting his head fall back on the pillows. Bringing his hands up, you both watch as Negan’s hands go around the curve of your ass and up your back, losing sight as your hair covers them.

“Just how I imagined” he muses, his grip coming back down to lightly hold your hips. You look down at him and Negan meets your gaze with a smirk.

Taking a deep breath, you lift yourself up. “You haven’t tried this out with one of the wives yet?” you refer to the mirror while teasingly lowering yourself just enough for Negan to feel your pussy.

The look he gives you is almost quizzical as he tries to simultaneously suppress a moan. “Nah, wanted to break it in with someone who’d actually appreciate the effort” he grunts as he feels you.

Slowly, you begin to sink down onto him, your slick folds parting around his thick shaft. You gasp softly at the stretch, your inner walls clenching and fluttering around his length.

Inch by inch, you envelop him. Negan’s head falls back with a low groan but luckily, he can still see. When your ass meets his thighs, with his manhood fully inside of you, Negan can’t help but let out a string of praise and admiration. 

"Fuck, doll, you drive me wild,” he praises “a fuckin’ natural if I’ve ever seen one, damn it’s a talent how much your pretty face turns me on” 

Slowly, you move. There’s no need to rush, especially if the reasoning behind this is to truly savor the mirror’s view. Lifting your hips, you rise until only the tip of Negan remains inside of you before sinking back down. 

You follow that rhythm, gradually increasing your pace but never bouncing up and down on him. You want him to relish in each movement as you ride him. 

In the mirror, Negan watches as the curve of your ass cheeks rise and fall in a mesmerizing rhythm. The reflection gives a different light to your body, highlighting the smooth expanse of skin and the hypnotizing plush of your ass.

Just when Negan thought he’d seen all of you, this blows him away all over again.

As if Negan doesn’t feel cocky enough, the mere sight of you riding him makes him even more emboldened. Bringing eyes veiled with lust back to you, he reaches around to grasp your ass, guiding your movements.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing “you’ll be the death of me but hell, at least I’ll enjoy every fuckin’ second”.

With quick and sudden movements, Negan flips you onto your back. You land with an “oof!” as Negan slips out of you. He quickly settles between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he lifts them up and out to the sides.

Your eyes go up to the mirror and you see yourself. The flush on your cheeks, the parted lips and the way your back arches towards yourself as Negan fills you makes you wonder if Negan actually had a good idea including this mirror. 

Negan leans in close, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "You like looking, doll? You're soaking my sheets, y’know that?" he punctuates his words with a deep thrust “Must really like this mirror idea now, huh?”.

Your reflection stares back at you, eyes wide and slightly unfocused as you near your climax.

His dirty talk borders on taunting as he fucks into you, each word dripping with a certain arrogance only Negan can make sexy. “It’s like a slip and slide down here!” he chuckles “Aw baby, loving every second of seeing yourself get fucked, is that it?”.

Negan’s filthy words push you over the edge and you watch as your body tenses. Negan fucks you through it, not wanting to slow down even though he can feel his own release so close. 

“Damn, you’re easy,” he teases but he has no time to be smug. Hurriedly pulling out from your warmth, Negan only gives himself a few strokes before erupting onto your stomach. Your body twitches from your high as his cum splatters on to your skin, streaks of Negan coating you.

Negan flops down beside you when he finishes, both of you trying to catch your breath. The mirror shows two dishevelled people – sweat glistening on their skin, hair mussed, and your stomach marked with Negan’s release. 

“You look real pretty when you’re fucked senseless” his voice is a low gravelly tone that almost makes you sleepy. And the softness of his bed practically begs you to stay and take a nap with him by your side.

Yet Negan always has a way of keeping you on your feet, not giving you any time to let the sleepiness fester. “I think next time, we should make a sex tape,” he announces.

You wait for him to laugh but when he doesn’t, you grumble “Do it with one of your wives”.

“Noooooo” he whines, moving on to his side so he can face you properly “I wanna do it with you, so I can have that pretty face on tape and watch it over and over again”.

Negan smirks at the mere thought of it “Hell, I might even show it to the wives, might help them figure out how to get the job done if you know what I–”.

Grabbing a pillow from behind your head, you hit him with it.

“You talk too much,” you snark, biting your lip to stop a giggle from escaping “and no, I’m not making an educational sex tape for you to show your wives”.

Negan narrows his eyes when the pillow falls from his face, scooching closer before planting a kiss on your shoulder. “Think about it?” he coaxes “If you don’t want to record it, that’s fine, baby… the wives can just watch the next time you’re here”.

In response, you hit him with the pillow. Again.

gif made from scenepack provided by harleys.scenes on insta <3

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if I had a nickel for every time I watched one of Jeffrey Dean Morgan's characters die in a hospital bed I would have three nickels. And I kinda hate it.

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It keeps Dean busy too, otherwise he starts to drink a little bit too much - even by his standards. He always ends up sleeping with the wife of a rage-filled biker, or the husband of a powerful politician. More often than not, he will threaten someone with his Bowie knife, generally someone who he probably shouldn't have, and end up fighting for his life in an alley, or in court.

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does anyone else have a favorite tv character where whenever they’re on screen you just

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im getting a new leather jacket!

Possibly 2 if I get one for Christmas too

The cherry on top would be that if I get one for Christmas it will be either Dean or Negan's