#not because I think it applies on the topic of backlash against true crime

[sunnyvicky]

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A retweet of a tweet by @introvertedwife reading "Of course there's a huge backlash against True Crime. It's predominantly consumed by women. Society cannot trust women to make decisions for themselves. Anything they like must be scrutinized and denounced.", the retweet is by @FinessaFudges and reads "My father was murdered in 2013 and true crime fans still contact my family to this day trying to "solve the case"".

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[irrelevantwriter]

Life In The Fast Lane

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader/You, Non-Apocalyptic AU

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, daddy kink, unprotected sex, car sex, vaginal sex, mild rough sex, hair pulling (mild), biting (mild), mention of bodily fluids

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: You and Negan decide to head south when things take a turn, threatening both of your lives.

A/N: This is for Negan’s Warm Weather Writing Challenge hosted by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash. I chose the prompt road trip. I’ve had this planned for months, but it was definitely not cooperating when it came time to type up. I really took it down to the wire with this, but I finished it in time so YAY! The title is from the Eagles song, which gave me the inspiration for this piece. And the lyrics in the beginning are from another Eagles song called “One of these nights”. I don’t know what it is, but I feel like Negan would definitely be into some Eagles. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and let me know what you think!

PS-Tense is a real fucking bitch.

Masterlist link in bio.

***

 One of these nights

 One of these crazy old nights

 We’re gonna find out, pretty mama,

 What turns on your lights

Music is playing softly from the other room as you apply the last of your makeup. Your eyes scan the planes of your perfectly made-up face, ensuring not an eyelash is out of place. The strands of your impeccably styled hair shine in the light of the vanity. Your gaze continues to your carefully crafted outfit. The white sleeveless dress and open-toed nude heels make for a powerful combination. You finish off the look with the pair of diamond studs that had recently been gifted to you. You admire them lovingly in the reflective glass, smiling at the way they glint in the light.

Every detail is a part of a bigger plan. There are a lot of eyes watching you now and you have to be careful about how you portray yourself. Your life depends on it. And you had no problem playing the part. You were more than willing to sell the picture of luxury.

The opening and closing of the hotel room door makes you smile, the identity of the visitor already known. You continue to fuss with your appearance, standing to appraise the full ensemble.

“Doll?” A deep voice penetrates the air, sending shivers down your spine and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You’ll never tire of those feelings.

“Back here.” You call, splashing drops of perfume on your wrists and neck.

A dark figure leans into the doorway, an intense stare meeting yours in the mirror. He smiles wolfishly, his teeth on full display as he bites into his bottom lip. You can’t help but to copy his actions, eyeing him with the same lust-filled gaze. Your eyes sweep over his body, pleased by the dark slacks and black shirt he’s chosen to wear. He looks like the greatest pleasure and the darkest sin combined.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing.” He licks his lips, accentuating his point. The comment makes you blush and laugh at the same time; a clash of young girl and woman.

You turn to face him, your backside resting against the counter as he walks towards you. You arch an eyebrow up at him as he scratches at the thick stubble on his chiseled jaw, the dark hair mixed with areas of gray. The facial hair is a new and calculated addition on his part. The blend of youth and age gives him a distinguished look, but the wicked grin that spreads across his lips says otherwise.

His arms immediately pull you against him, the warmth from his body seeping into yours. “You look like you belong with the angels in Heaven. All you need is a halo and a set of wings.” He teases, the timber in his voice making you squeeze your thighs together.

“Well…” You start, eyes meeting his while your hands toy with the buttons on his shirt. “They wouldn’t let me through the pearly gates…I sleep in the Devil’s bed now.”

He laughs as he speaks, hazel eyes dancing with mirth. “Is that so, baby girl?” His hand comes to rest on your ass, the action making you warm from the inside out.

You nod, continuing the game you both started. The result of which usually ends in mind-blowing sex.

“I know this bastard who’s bed you’re sharing?” He asks, thick fingers digging into your hips as he presses further against you.

“He goes by Negan. Ever heard of him?” You move closer into his space, ready to touch his lips to yours. You see his eyes dart to your mouth, his eagerness taking over as well.

“Yeah, handsome son of a bitch. And hung like a horse.”

You smirk, unable to refute his own characterization of himself. Both observations are very true. And he knows it.

“You’re gonna have to reintroduce me to that last one.” You whisper breathlessly. You hear him groan in response, his crotch rubbing against your stomach hungrily.

“Gladly, baby girl. But not right now.” 

You whimper in protest, not used to being denied. He puts space in between your bodies, breaking the mood. 

“Don’t pout,” Negan admonishes. “Daddy will fuck you ten ways to Sunday when we finally get the fuck outta this fucking place. We gotta hit the road.”

You sigh, admitting defeat because you know he’s was right. If you want to make it to Florida, you had to get on the road.

“Any news from Simon?” You ask, allowing him to release you so that you could pack up the last of your belongings.

Negan nods, taking the smaller toiletry bags you handed him. “Yeah, he says Blake is still singing like a fucking canary. All while throwing my fucking ass under the bus.”

You both move around the room in unison as you gather your luggage and belongings, preparing for the trip ahead.

“I still can’t believe Phillip Blake turned on you like that. Rotten son of a bitch.” You bite out, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

Two months was all it took. The downfall of Governor Inc. happened suddenly and rapidly during that time. Everyone began to jump ship when rumors of a high level investigation became a reality. And everyone began to take sides…Phillip Blake, owner and CEO of said company. Or Negan, co-owner and business partner to said CEO. Many chose the side that offered the least amount of backlash and repercussions. Unfortunately, most didn’t realize it was a set up. Phillip Blake had sold most of his employees out, including Negan. The man was guilty of many of heinous crimes and he’d framed Negan for embezzlement. The feds came knocking soon after.

The aftermath of such a shocking scandal had hit hard. The story was front page for weeks in Alexandria, even making it to some of the major national news circuits. Negan had suffered greatly, even being arrested for a short time. You had been Negan’s assistant turned lover when the story broke. When the sky started to fall, you decided on the only choice that made sense at the time. You stayed. And you helped Negan in any way you could. You devoted your life to him, and in return he was going to give you a new one. A new life away from Alexandria.

“Yeah, well he’s a twisted motherfucker. Doesn’t give a damn about anyone but his fucking self.” Negan grumbles, the topic making his face turn sour.

You move towards him and catch his hand, offering comfort in the only way you know how. He seems to realize your intent because his face instantly softens, the gruffness of his expression now smoothed out.

“We’ll get through this, baby.”

He nods, a large hand cupping your cheek at the same moment. The pull is instinctual as you both move closer together, lips only inches apart.

“You’re too good to me.” He whispers against your lips before he’s capturing them in a breathtaking kiss. His hands tangle in your hair while yours grips at his shirt and biceps. You can feel the way your body submits to him. Its been that way from the beginning. Your connection with Negan was immediate and passionate…the flame showing no signs of dying out any time soon.

“Alright, as much as I’d love to fuck you for the billionth time on this fucking bed,” He gestures to the massive mattress to your back. “We gotta get a move on.”

“I’ll get my bags. You get the car?”

Negan nods and releases himself from your arms, but not before pinching your ass. You yelp and he only winks at you, his lean frame already heading for the door.

***********

“So how long is this drive again?”

You roll up your window in Negan’s black Range Rover, your hips shifting in the seat as you make yourself comfortable for the trip.

“About fourteen hours, give or take.”

You nod and are just about to try and convince Negan to let you drive when his cell phone goes off, the speakers of the vehicle alerting the passengers to the call.

“It’s Simon.” He notes, moving to press the Bluetooth button on his steering wheel. You nod in response, eager to hear what the investigator has to say.

“Simon, what kind of fucking news you got this time?”

“Its good. Better than my last phone call.”

“I’m all fucking ears.”

“Blake is still blaming everyone but himself. But, there’s a lot more people willing to vouch for you than him. And we may be able to prove that he was the one that cooked the books and not you. Michonne is working on it.”

“How is my very expensive lawyer doing? Haven’t spoken to her recently.” Negan asks, his tone light despite the heaviness of the situation.

“She’s working around the clock. Grimes is really trying to trip her up, but she’s taking the hits like a champ. Doesn’t like you much though.”

The comment makes both you and Negan laugh. Not many people did like Negan. And that worked in his favor. He had a very small inner circle; one that was very difficult to infiltrate. Simon was a close and long-time friend to Negan, who just so happened to have an ear to the investigation about him and Phillip Blake.

“I pay her to represent me. Not fucking like me.”

Simon’s laughter echoes throughout the cab of the car. “Touché.”

“And what about Dwight? That greasy fucker still acting as Blake’s fucking puppet?”

You listen intently to Simon’s response, interested to know what was becoming of one of Negan’s most trusted employees. Dwight had turned on Negan hard and fast, and the man was relentless in his pursuit of taking him down. The exact reason was unknown to most, but rumors swirled that it had something to do with Dwight’s ex-wife.

“Yeah, he’s staying loyal to Blake. But his accusations are about as sturdy as Styrofoam. Michonne will punch holes in his story left and right.”

Negan visibly relaxes at Simon’s words, his hand loosening its white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

“Good. That is fucking good news. Thanks for the insight.”

 “No problem, man. I’ll keep you posted. You let me know when you make it to Miami.”

“Of course.”

And with that, the conversation was ended.

You hum at the news, glad that a pile of shit hadn’t been delivered like so many times before. The car ride was too long to have to marinate over the sudden downturn of both of your lives.

“So, not bad…” You trail off, unsure of what Negan’s thoughts are about the call. His face is expressionless and gives you no clue into what’s going on in his head.

“Yeah, better than I expected.” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just ready for this to be fucking done. Everyone seems to have a hard-on for me. Especially that fucker Grimes.”

“It’ll be over soon. Miami will take our mind off of it all for a while.” You run a hand through the hair at the base of his neck, feeling him relax instantly.

He chuckles at your words, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. “You ready for Daddy to show you how the other half lives?”

You smile, moving as close as your seatbelt and the center console allows. “Of course.”

Negan had decided to take a much needed respite from the current controversies and head to Miami Beach. It was a place that held a lot of memories for him and he was eager to introduce you to the life he led there. It was his idea to make it a road trip and you’d happily agreed. 

Some in the investigation would say you were on the run. Others would say he was simply handling himself and any other matters that needed tending to. You knew it for what it was. A new life. And if things went real sour…new identities.

“So what are we gonna do in Miami?” You adjust the sunglasses perched on your nose as Negan accelerates onto the highway. The sun is starting to set and the last of the day’s light are reflecting off the all black interior of the car.

“All of it. And then some.” He replies devilishly. His hand reaches out to clasp your thigh through the fabric of your dress. It’s an innocent enough gesture, but you know Negan and nothing should ever be taken at face value with him.

“I can’t wait until we get there.”

“Don’t worry…before long we’ll be sitting pretty on the beach sipping those drinks with the stupid umbrella shit in them.”

“Sex on the beach?”

“Yeah babe, any kind of drink you want.” He assures with a nod.

 “Wasn’t talking about the drink, babe.” You reply coyly, loving the way he smirks back at you. He shifts his hips and your eyes immediately go to the center, zeroing in on the appendage just beyond the zipper.

“Someone’s feeling frisky.” Negan’s eyebrows shoot up and again he looks like the real-life version of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. He looks as if he wants to devour you. You feel that rush of arousal that always seems to accompany you while with him. You welcome it. You embrace it. You feel yourself ready to beg for it.

As much as Negan likes to act as if everything is under control with his pending case, you know the ship could sink any day. You and him would be pulled under, never to resurface. It’s this sentiment that drives you. It’s this feeling that has you leaning over and nibbling at his ear, your hand cupping the fast-hardening flesh beneath his slacks.

“Pull over.” You demand softly as you take off your sunglasses and lean into his body, teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh of his neck. He groans, the sound making your thighs clench in familiar anticipation.

“That bad, baby girl? You need me that bad?” His voice has already gone down an octave, signaling his own arousal. It’s a sign you’ve already won.

“Yes…” You reply, unashamed of your desire for him.

“Fuck.”

You unbutton his pants and slide your hand under the waistband of his underwear. His flesh is warm and hard and desperate for touch. You oblige and maneuver your hand in the way he loves so much. You can feel yourself become wetter with each passing second. His grunts and groans only spur you on, his hands gripping the wheel hard as he pulls off into an abandoned rest area.

“Goddamit, I can’t fucking concentrate with your hand on my dick like that.” It’s a compliment disguised as a complaint. You smirk as you unbuckle your seatbelt and shift your lace panties off your hips.

“You love it.” You tease as he parks the car. His seatbelt is already off as he pulls you across the console and into his lap. He adjusts his seat back, allowing you more room. You feel the adrenaline and lust pooling deep in your belly, the combination almost making you feel dizzy. Negan makes you feel like this. No other man has ever come close and you don’t ever want to lose it. The danger, passion, obsession…all of it. You want it all and you want it forever.

“Fuck doll, you weren’t fucking kidding.” He moans as you rub yourself sensuously on his now free cock. His head is thrown back against the seat as you tease him. His calloused hands unbutton the few buttons needed to expose your bra-clad breasts. It’s your turn to moan as he pushes the lace material aside, your nipples rubbing deliciously against the rough skin of his palm.

“God, yes…”

His mouth descends on a hardened nipple and he uses just the right amount of suction to make your toes curl. The sensation is almost painful and you pull harshly at his hair in response. You both got off on the pain and this time was no exception.

“Shit that feels fucking good.” He moans lowly.

You aren’t sure what he’s referring to specifically, but you don’t care. He pulls your mouth to his and consumes you. His tongue invades your mouth. His hands tangle in your hair. His hips thrust upwards to seek out the solace of your soaked channel. You fight to keep up your pace. You grip his shoulders and push back against him, your teeth biting at his lower lip.

“Ride me, baby girl.” Negan growls against your throat. You don’t waste any more time. You rise up on your knees and let him hold himself while you sink down. The sound of your bodies joining fills the car and it makes your walls  clasp at him that much tighter.

“Holy fuck…” He grunts, the signs of his end already showing. “You gotta move, baby.”

You had taken him in you slowly, but you change your pace at the pure want and desperation in his voice. Your hips bounce, your ass grazing the steering wheel as you chase that blissful high. Negan’s fingertips are gripping at the flesh of your hips and ass as he bites at your nipples. You squeak when he bites down too hard.

“Careful.” You warn, your pace never faltering.

“You liked it. Felt that pretty pussy squeeze me after.” He teases. He knows what that kind of talk does to you. You’re a fan of his dirty talk. The action is an art and Negan is a master.

“Fuck…” You moan as he pistons his hips upwards. He hits deep and the sensation makes you cling to him, turning the reigns over to his more than capable hands.

The summer heat is making its way into the interior of the car. The air in the cab is hot and sticky and you can feel your skin start to prickle with sweat. You ignore it all and allow Negan to impale you time and time again, his cock almost too much and not quite enough.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me feel that pussy suck me in.” A thick digit lands on your clit and you throw your head back at the rush of  pleasure.

 “Look at that cream…”

You look down upon hearing his words. You take in the sight of your body swallowing him and the remnants of your arousal on his cock. Its erotic and enough to push you further towards your finish line.

“Fuck, Negan…” You whimper as he delivers a swift slap to your pussy. It does the trick. Your muscles start to tense and spasm as you ride wave after wave of your orgasm. Negan’s hands keep you firmly seated on his cock as you gyrate above him. His lips are sucking hungrily at your neck as you moan out his name like a hymn.

He isn’t far behind you. It takes him only two more pumps and a growl before he is emptying himself inside of you, his face buried in your breasts while you stroke his hair. You soak up the feeling of his essence filling you and painting your walls. You can feel errant streaks already starting to leak out between the two of you, but you barely have the energy to care.

“Motherfucking fuck. That was hot as shit.”

You laugh as he wipes at the sweat on his brow, the steady up and down of his chest filling you with a sense of pride. The power you have over someone as powerful as Negan makes you smug as fuck.

“Literally and figuratively.” You retort as you roll down his window to let the breeze sweep through the car. The stench of sex will take a minute to leave, but the cool air feels refreshing on your overheated skin.

“You ready to hit the road for real this fucking time?”

You can tell he’s joking, despite the serious look on his face.

“You really trying to reprimand me with your dick still inside me?” You fire back, a seductive smirk planted firmly on your lips.

He laughs and the action causes his body to shake both beneath and in you. You shiver and hiss at the oversensitivity of your body.

“At this rate we won’t get to Florida until next fucking week.”

You encircle his neck with your arms, content to bask in the afterglow as long as he’ll let you.

“Fine by me.” You whisper against his lips. He kisses you gently and with a softness that is often reserved for the moments just after sex.

“Well, in that case…” He says between kisses. His mouth moves to your neck again and rubs his scruff against your flesh, eliciting giggles from your kiss-swollen lips.

You let him pull you into another round, unconcerned with anything outside the walls of your mobile sanctuary. The road trip may take longer than expected, but it could all be gone tomorrow. You were willing to take that chance.