“I wanna hear you! I want everyone here to yell as loud as they can, because I want fucking Donald Trump to hear everyone in Polska, everyone in Europe, everyone in Africa, everyone everywhere to tell this motherfucker to fuck off! I WILL NOT OBEY ANYTHING THAT THAT MAN SAYS! I believe in equality! I don’t believe in fucking racism, I don’t believe in fucking sexism, I DON’T BELIEVE IN FUCKING ALL THE BULLSHIT THAT HIS CAMPAIGN FUCKING REPRESENTS! FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER! NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT!”
(21st January 2017)
(I was going to gif this but fuck that, you need the full experience, you need to hear and see him say it.)
“The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and that I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.” - C.M. Stunich
Negan ran his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly, while your hands wandered up to his chest.
You could feel his muscles underneath his plain T-shirt.
It suddenly started to get hot in the room and you could feel your blood rushing through your body.
Negan kissed you harder and bit at your lips - your body was sore and aching - but at this point you did care.
It had been too long since your last encounter with Negan and you were starved for more and you needed to feel him inside your more than ever.
You pulled away, looking up at him and you could see the hunger in his eyes.
“God.. Fuck this. Fuck the stitches. I wanna do this.” You growled sexily.
He smirked back at you, “Goddamn that’s what I like to fuckin’ hear, babydoll.”
He yanked you back to him, his hand still gripping your hair. He crashed into your lips with his once more and pushed you back onto the bed, biting at your lips and running his mouth along your jawline until he got to your neck, your winced as his teeth grazed over the already bruised flesh, but it also felt good because he was doing it.
“I don’t want you to go easy on me.” You whispered to him as he licked and bit at the flesh of your neck.
He leaned up with his eyes level to yours and gave you a coy smile, “Darlin’ ‘easy’ isn’t in my fuckin’ nature.”
He got up off the bed and stood in front of you, unbuckling his belt, “Besides darlin’, you’ve been so fuckin’ bad lately and I think it’s time you received another punishment.”
A wave of fear and excitement rushed through you.
You didn’t understand how this man could scare you so badly when he talked about punishment, but excite when he did.
You knew what he was going to do and you bit your lip trying to hold back a smile. You still loved pushing his buttons whenever you could, to see him become so dominant and demanding.
“Now, why don’t you get the fuck up - bend over - and stick that pretty ass up for me, darlin’.” He growled.
You didn’t move though, you wanted to see him get frustrated.
Negan knew that he’d never be able to break you.
He liked the fact that you were relentless in your disobedience, if anyone else had went against him as much as you did, they’d get Lucille through the skull faster than they could kneel.
But not you, maybe it was partly because you were a wife, but it was mainly because Negan was secretly proud to have a wife that was just as brutal as he was, that didn’t take any shit. But of course, he’d still punish you with his belt if he felt like you needed a lesson.
And It turned him on to no end.
You could see the outline of his erection through his pants, and you bit your lip again absent-mindedly as you stared at it.
“Goddamn, you never know how to fuckin’ listen to me, do you?” He said in an intimidating tone and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you up off the bed and pushing you down onto your face in the pillows.
You smirked and adjusted yourself onto your hands and knees so that your backside was sticking up into the air into a position that you knew would tease him.
You could hear him grunt in a sexy tone, “Goddamn darlin’ I could look at that fuckin’ ass all night.” He walked up behind you and gave you a hard slap on your ass with his hand.
You giggled and grabbed onto the red sheets of the bed, getting ready for whatever he was going to do next.
“Alright darlin’, let’s try to make this quick before I rip those fuckin’ jeans off and fuck you right here.”
He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you head up, making your back curve.
He brought the belt back and brought it down as it landed with the SMACK sound. You grunted and bit your lip as the familiar pain came back to you.
“One.” You began counting.
“Good fuckin’ girl, you remembered to count.” He praised you, but didn’t loosen his grip on your hair as he smacked you again.
You let out a yelp, “Two.”
Negan let out a very sexy “Mmmm” sound as you writhed beneath his grip and he smacked your backside with the belt again and harder this time.
You let out a moan, sticking your ass out even further to him, you were already soaked.
“Goddamn babydoll, you must want daddy’s dick pretty fuckin’ bad.” He grunted, smacking you again.
You weren’t even counting anymore and he didn’t care.
He was getting to much pleasure out of watching you get off to his dominance.
He leaned down and his beard brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Probably as bad as I want that pussy, huh, darlin’? ”
You moaned again at the sound of his voice, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Negan.” You begged.
“Please what, babydoll?” He chuckled, smacking your ass with the belt again.
You bit down on your lip extra hard this time, “Please.”
“Please fuckin’ what?” He ordered, giving you yet another smack.
“Please, fuck me!” You called out, digging your nails into the bed.
Negan stood back, biting his lip and threw the belt to the floor and ripped his T-shirt off.
He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you off the bed, pushing you against the wall, making the picture frames on the wall vibrate.
“And fuck you, I fuckin’ will, darlin’.” He growled and grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you hard, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and he pulled back, “But first, you’re gonna fuckin’ do something for me.”
He then pushed you down onto his knees and you could see the bulge in his pants up close, he was incredibly hard.
“I’m gonna slide my fuckin’ dick down your throat, babydoll. And you’re gonna fuckin’ thank me for it.” He gave you a seductive smile and unbuttoned his pants and let his hard cock spring out.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and guided your mouth towards his throbbing member and you took it eagerly into your mouth.
Negan let out a small groan as you wrapped your lips around him and he pushed your mouth down even further onto his cock, until it hit the back if your throat.
He began to move himself in and out; fucking your mouth.
And all you could could do was was let out soft groans at each stroke he made.
You looked up to him, with his eyes burning into yours.
“Keep fuckin’ staring up at me like that, darlin’ and you’re gonna really be fuckin’ in for it.” He grunted with each thrust, but you eyes remained glued to his.
He thrust slowly into your mouth once more.
“Shit.” He growled, pulling himself out.
He pulled you up off of the ground, and pushed you back against the wall.
He ripped into your shirt, exposing your breasts to him.
He bit into his lip before grabbing onto them firmly and taking his turn running his tongue along your nipples.
You moaned and wrapped a leg around his waist as he continued to suck and bite at your breasts.
He ran his hands down your body, until he got to your pants.
He unbuttoned them and ran his tongue down your body as he got down in front of you, helping you step out of your jeans.
He gripped onto your hips tightly as he bit down hard on one of your thighs, you let out a whimper.
It was becoming unbearable at how much you wanted him, you ran a hand through his soft black hair.
He ran a hand over your thighs, making you part your legs for him and he teased your entrance with a finger.
“Fuck, you’re always so damn soaking wet for me, darlin’.” He growled up at you and he licked his middle finger before slowly sticking it inside you.
You arched your back against the wall as you felt his finger slip in, deep into your core.
You could feel how much wetter you were getting just by him teasing you with his fingers.
“Yeah, fuckin’ moan for me, darlin’.” He chuckled and and worked his finger in and out of you adding a second finger to make your body jump at his touch.
He slowly pressed his tongue into your clit, flicking it slowly and you gripped his hair.
He pulled one of your legs onto his shoulder to get a better grip on your ass as he began running his tongue in circles over your clit, you moaned louder, arching your back even more against the wall.
He gave a hard slap to your ass and you bit your lip.
You could feel him biting at your folds now and whimpered as he did.
He looked up to you licking the wetness off of his lips and smiled seductively.
“You still taste as good as fuckin’ ever, babydoll.” He praised in his deep voice.
He put your leg down and stood up grabbing you by the waist, pulling your legs on his hips, until you were suspended between him and the wall.
He reached down, grabbing his throbbing cock and began to slowly tease your entrance, you bit your lips hard, stifling back a loud moan.
“You fuckin’ want it, darlin’?” He chuckled.
You nodded your head, still biting your down on your lip.
He smirked back at you as he watched you trying to control yourself.
“Then fuckin’ tell me.” He growled sexily into your ear.
“I want it.” You cried out, wrapping your legs tighter around him.
He shot a dangerous look to you and shoved himself into you quickly, you let out a gasp just like last time.
He size was still something you weren’t used to to.
He whispered heavily into your ear, “Goddamn, you’re still so fuckin’ tight for me, baby.” While thrusting into you slowly as he bit down on his lip.
You grabbed ahold of his strong shoulders as he continued to hold you up effortlessly.
He thrust into you harder, making you throw your head back against the wall. Negan ran his tongue up to your neck, biting at the soft skin.
You moaned even louder, digging your nails into his flesh.
He began to theist faster and harder, pushing you up further against the wall each time he did.
You could feel the cool stones against your bare back and ass as he continued, keeping a steady rhythm as he rammed inside of you.
All you could do was moan and dig your nails deeper and deeper into his skin, you were beginning to leave red scratches on his shoulders now.
He grunted heavily again, and grabbed you by the throat, squeezing firmly.
“Say my fuckin’ name.” He growled back to you, still thrusting into you.
You could feel your wetness leaking down his cock at each stroke he took.
It was unreal how fucking good he felt.
“Negan.” You choked out in a moan as he kept a firm grip on your throat.
“You’re such a good fuckin’ little girl when you fuckin’ wanna be, babydoll’.” He whispered into your ear, followed by a groan of pleasure.
He backed up suddenly with you still in his arms as made his way to the bed.
He sat down with you straddling him, his cock still deep inside you - you were both breathing heavily - he placed a hard kiss on your lips once again, scratching you with his beard.
“I want you to fuckin’ ride me.” He said grabbing onto your hips and leaning back onto the bed.
He was looking up at you with a fire in his eyes and you smirked.
You placed your hand onto his chest easing your self up so his cock slide out of you, then lowered yourself back down onto it.
“Fuck.” Negan groaned tightening his grip on your hips.
You let out another moan at how good it felt, then began to buck your hips back and forth slowly as you could feel him deep inside of you.
Negan was gritting his teeth at how good you felt and you took notice and began to pick up your pace and arched your back. He took his hands from your hips and reached up to grab your breasts with his hands, squeezing as you continued to ride him.
Just like last time it was a series of moans and groans from the both of you as you enjoyed every minute of it.
“Negan.. fuck.” You moaned out, digging your nails into his chest.
“Fuck yeah, say my goddamn name.” He moaned, “Fuckin’ scream for daddy.”
You road him even harder, going down onto his cock as deep as you could and you began to let out a loud scream as you could feel your climax getting closer.
Your vision got blurry at the amount of pleasure you were feeling, the sweat was beading onto your brow.
Negan pulled you down to look at him,
“Look at me in the fuckin’ eyes, (Y/N). I wanna fuckin’ see that pretty goddamn cum face.” He growled at you, his teeth still gritted as you kept up your pace.
His words made you begin to lose it, you could feel your orgasm well up from deep inside of you and your furrowed your brows, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Goddamnit,” You cried out as you could feel yourself getting close to the edge, “I’m gonna-” but you couldnt finish your sentence.
“Fuck.” Negan grunted as he began to thrust himself back into you at the same time, keeping your rhythms in sync.
You both moaned out loudly in a tangled mess of arms and legs as you both came at the same time.
You could feel yourself get even wetter as his cock slide in and out of you effortlessly and you could feel the warmth as he emptied himself into you.
He thrusts into you a couple more times as you both rode out your orgasm and finally slowed to a stop.
You laid there on top of him, both of you panting and sweaty.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he said out of breathe, “I believe you’re the fuckin’ best I’ve ever fuckin’ had.”
You smiled back at him, resting your head on his chest.
You could hear his heart beating rapidly and it was like music to your ears.
He moved some hair out of your face and you leaned up pulling yourself up off of him and rolled to the side of the bed.
“Same goes to you.” You said with a smile.
He smirked back proudly, “Fuck yeah, I am.”
He leaned up to the edge of the bed. You were both sweaty and hot.
He stood up and took a long stretch as you admired his toned body in awe.
He turned around to see you staring, “Stare all of you fuckin’, darlin’.” He said with a wink.
“Trust me, I fucking do.” You smiled standing up.
He chuckled and licked his lips looking you up and down, “Yeah, I fuckin’ stare too darlin’, all the goddamn time. That’s why I walk around here hard majority of the damn time.”
You giggled and picked your clothes up off the floor.
He walked over to the bathroom doorway and turned back around to you, “You coming?”
You looked over to him standing there, “Yeah, I am. Do you want me to leave after?”
He rolled his eyes, “Well, I asked you to stay the fuckin’ night. So, what does that tell you, sweetheart?”
You shrugged, “Well, I didn’t know how serious you were.”
“I am a man of my fuckin’ word, darlin’.”
You nodded and headed into the bathroom with him.
You both got into the luke warm water of the shower.
It was weird to be in the shower with him and staying the night.
It was weird, but so comforting at the same time and what you had been waiting for.
You were the happiest you had been since the whole world went to shit.
After you got out of the shower you both laid down in bed.
“You ready for tomorrow?” Negan asked putting his arms behind his head.
“Ready for what?” You asked curiously.
“We’re taking a trip to Alexandria tomorrow to visit your old pal Rick.” He smiled, cutting his eyes over to you.
“Why do you want me to go?”
“Because you know how to fuckin’ handle yourself and to show that you are still alive.” He said, nodding his head.
“Yeah, I will go.” You said with a nervous tone in your voice.
You hadn’t seen any of them since the night of the line up and you didn’t know how they would react to you, especially since you were doing so well and actually happy; while they were all still reeling from the death of Glenn and Abraham, and Daryl being held at the sanctuary.
But no matter what, you were ready.
You both laid there n silence for a while, until you both drifted off to sleep.
Kei’s trying his best to school a face of indifference but he can’t because Kuroo’s here and Kuroo’s standing right next to me and Kuroo’s taking a selfie with me and Kuroo and Kuroo and
I apologize for the delay! I started this about two weeks ago, but then I suddenly got really, really into needle knitting and neglected to work on it (I am currently donning my freshly knit teal garter-stitch scarf I named Orange. I am content and currently in the middle of a cream-coloured mistake-stitch scarf (◡‿◡✿)).
I drew this in celebration of my city finally getting some epic snowfall. I’m so excited for the holidays!
I used FireAlpaca to make this! Thank you to the anon who recommended this software to me ( ˘ ³˘)♥, I quite like it.
Thank you reading and uh, looking at my drawing teehee
Note: Violence. Torture. Blood. Beginnings of smut.
“She was a monster, but she was my monster.” - Jeanette Winterson
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
You followed behind Negan as best as you as he lead the way down to the cells.
Your leg was still bothering you, but you were managing to brush the pain off, not wanting to fall behind and have Negan get annoyed with you because you couldn’t keep up.
Ocassionally, he would slow down, looking back to make sure you were still close behind him with an expressionless look on his face.
You made sure you kept up with him the rest of the way.
Once you got down to the familiar corridor, you saw Dwight standing.outisde of the door, guarding it.
“Open that fucker up.” Negan said pointing Lucille at the door to the small room Randy was in.
Dwight nodded and took a ring of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.
“Dwight, why don’t you go check on Daryl. I’m sure he could be put to some fuckin’ use today.” Negan said motioning his head towards the outside door.
Dwight looked to you then back and Negan, “Sure, boss.” He said as he headed for the door.
You walked up the the door next to Negan, getting eager to go in, “Well?” You asked, looking back to him.
Negan smirked and put his hand on the doorknob, “Relax, darlin’. That fucker isn’t going anywhere. Besides, before I fuckin’ forget, I have something of yours.”
“What?” You said curiously as you looked back at him.
He adjusted Lucille on his shoulder as he looked at you and reached a hand down into the waistband of his pants.
You sighed and started to roll your eyes at him, thinking he was about to be very innapropriate, “Negan..”
He chucked and shook his head, “Trust me darlin’, I fuckin’ wish it was that, but it’s not.” He said as he pulled out a gun, handing it over to you, “I think this sweet ass eagle belongs to you.”
You took it from his hands, smiling as you bit your lip, looking down at the desert eagle.
You were happy to have it back, it was your prized possession.
This gun was to you as Lucille was to Negan.
“Fuck. You found it?” You said happily, pulling out the magazine to see it was loaded.
Negan nodded, “Yeah, it was found when the boys emptied the goddamn camp of supplies.”
“Glad it was found. Figured i’d never see it again.” You said, sticking it down into your own waistband.
Negan bit his lip as he looked you up and down, “Gotta fuckin’ say I’m glad to see it back. Seeing you with a weapon makes it hard to not wanna fuck you.” He said as he walked up closer to you, looking down at you.
You looked back up to him with a smirk as he backed you up into the wall.
“Damn, I didn’t know that’s all it took.” You smiled.
“Doesn’t fuckin’ take much at all for me to wanna fuck your brains out, darlin’.” He growled seductively, licking his lips.
You could feel your body temperature rise at his words, and you took in a deep breathe as you were getting turned on my his intimidating presence over you.
You both stared at each other, the sexual tension was was always obvious between the both of you.
It had become a normal thing between the two of you.
He had a dark look in his eyes and a seductive smirk on his face.
And you always knew that when he gave you that look, he wanted to throw you down and screw you until you couldn’t stand.
You bit your lip, and made yourself snap out of your lustful staring contest with him.
You turned your head to the door, “We going in?”
He cleared his throat and backed up, putting his hand on the doorknob again, “You fuckin’ ready for this, darlin’?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” You said plainly as you shifted your eyes to him.
He licked his lips, giving you a wink as he pushed the door open and walked in first, turning on the light to the room.
“Rise and fuckin’ shine, asshole.” Negan taunted with a proud smile as he prowled into the room, much like the way a wold does when it stalks it’s prey.
But you always found that to be sexy about Negan, he could command a room without talking. Simple movement he did coukd strike fear into the hearts of people, but all it did for you was make you want him even more.
You walked in behind him and saw Randy sitting on the ground, his knees were brought up to his chest and he had been stripped of his clothes.
He had a chain around his midsection and neck, you could tell they were cutting into him.
You smiled to yourself, now he was experiencing what you had to go through.
You knew this had to be Negan’s idea, he wanted Randy to suffer like you had, but Negan wanted to make it ten times worse on him, and you had no complaints over that.
He looked up at the both of you, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable.
It seemed that Negan had found a way to get his anger out.
Negan gave him a menacing smile as he stood over him, and Randy didn’t dare speak a word.
“Figured I’d bring the lovely wife in here for a little fuckin visit.” Negan smiled, as he stood over him.
Randy blinked and looked over to you evily, “How’s that leg, sweetheart?”
You gritted your teeth and limped forward to face him.
He smiled as he saw the damage that he and Mark caused.
Negan seeing this, gave him a swift kick to the stomach, making Randy bend over, sucking in a pained breathe.
“I wouldn’t fuckin’ find it amusing if I were you, you little prick.” Negan growled, leaning over him, holding Lucille behind him.
You smirked, “It’s cool, Negan.”
He looked back to you with a scowl on his face, “Not in my fuckin’ book, darlin’.”
You nodded and approached Randy closer as he lifted his head up to you, “Bitch, you should be dead.”
Negan tightened his grip on Lucille as he towered over Randy, you held a hand out to him, signaling him not to do anything.
He let out a grunt as he looked over to you, and shook his head, not wanting to back down, but doing it anyway.
“Yeah, I probably would be dead if someone more qualified tried to kill me.
You’re a fuckin’ pussy.” You said, looking down at him.
He smiled and leaned back against the wall, “Pussy.. That’s funny, last time I checked I was almost inside yours.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly lifted your good leg up and slammed your boot down into his bare crotch.
He let out a loud gasp and clenched his jaw and squirmed, trying to get you off of him.
Negan laughed and clapped his hands on Lucille.
“Goddamn, look at her!” He praised you as he leaned back against the wall.
“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Randy said through gritted teeth.
“Maybe I am. What’s wrong, you don’t like this? Do you feel violated, Randy?” You asked, giving him a sinister smile.
You were starting to feel the familiar urge to see some blood.
You reached down to pull your gun from your waistband and finally pulled your foot off him.
Randy grabbed onto himself tightly and made more groans of pains before he looked up to you with the gun.
“So what, you’re gonna kill me?” He growled in a pained voice.
You cooked the gun and shook your head slowly, “With this gun? No.”
You aimed it at his leg and let out a shot.
The sound of it range out loudly through the room, making your ears ring, but you didn’t pay it much attention.
Randy screamed and grabbed onto his leg as the blood began to pour out.
“SHIT! BITCH!” He bellowed out, gripping his leg tightly.
Negan walked up to you, rubbing one of his ears and smiled, “Shit darlin’, you could have gave me a goddamn fuckin’ warning.”
“Here’s your warning.” You said quickly as you pulled the trigger, shooting Randy in his other leg.
His screams of pain were even louder now as he rocked back and forth, knocking his head into the walk and cursed you each time he did.
You smiled in satisfaction, torturing someone who had caused you so much pain was becoming an amazing feeling.
You almost understood why Negan did such things.
Negan smiled as he licked his lips and gripped your shoulder, “Damn. You see this shit, Randy?”
Randy didn’t pay any attention, he was beginning to panic with the blood pooling on the floor, and he breathed heavily.
Negan grimaced and reached down to grab him by the face, “I said do you fuckin’ see this shit, motherfucker?!”
Randy nodded violently as Negan had a tight grip on his face, digging his fingers into his already black eye.
“Good. You should fuckin’ watch, I know you can definitely fuckin’ feel this goddamn shit. I know I’m enjoying the fuck out of watching her fuck your world up.” Negan spat, as he pushed Randy’s head violently against the wall.
Negan backed up and slung Lucille over his shoulder, “This is what the fuck happens when you disobey every goddamn rule that has been fuckin’ set in place. You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for everything you’ve done and especially for the shit you’ve done to her.” He said as he clenched his jaw, pointing to you.
You walked over to Negan and put your hands on his chest and he looked back down at you, licking his lips, “ Yes, babydoll?”
You bit your lip, “I need to borrow something of yours.”
You ran your hands down his chest, he smirked as your hands got lower.
You felt the cool leather of his jacket under your fingertips.
You could hear Randy still breathing heavily behind you, gasping for air.
Your got down to Negan’s belt and ran a hand across it to side.
Negan bit his lip, keeping his eyes on you.
You smiled back up to him as your hand reached the handle of the large hunting knife Negan always kept at his side.
You pulled it slowly out of the sheath and Negan breathed in as he watched you, you could tell liked watching you be so ruthless.
“I’ll give it back.” You said in a low tone.
“Take all the fuckin’ time you want.” He said, cutting his eyes to you.
You turned back to Randy and kneeled down, ignoring the pain in your leg as you did so.
His eyes met your and they were glossy and pupils were dilated from the trauma.
You smiled at him.
“I really hope you don’t want me to feel sorry for you.” You said, rolling your eyes, gripping onto the knife.
“Go fuck yourself.” He grunted, trying to spit at you, like you had done him.
You dodged it just in time and nodded your head as you kept looking at him.
You gripped the knife tight and sighed before plunging it between his legs.
The next set of screams that came from his mouth were nothing like the ones from earlier, they were almost primal as he writhed against the wall.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Negan called out in surprise, you could tell that was something he never expected, as he leaned against the wall letting out a laugh, “Never have I fuckin’ ever seen any shit quite like that.”
You plunged the knife in deeper and Randy could barely move he was frozen where he was, in total shock.
Blood was pouring all over the floor now as Randy gasped uncontrollably.
“Does that hurt? Because I hope it does.” You said, as you spit on him.
You pulled the knife out of him and he screamed even more as it continued cutting him, once it was out you used his leg to wipe off the blood from it.
You tried to stand up as best you could and Negan took a hand under your arm to help pull you the rest of the way up.
“Fuck darlin’, I think you nearly cut his goddamn dick off.” Negan said with a playful sneer as he pointed to Randy with the bat.
“Good enough.” You said as you stuck the back into the sheath on his side, “I’m done. Are you gonna a let him bleed out or what?”
He shook his head, “Fuck no. Lucille wants a turn. She’s fuckin’ thirsty today.” He said holding the bat up to his face.
You smiled and backed up in the other side of the wall, you had seen how violently Negan used Lucille, so you knew to give him as much space as needed.
Randy was still managing to hang on, but seemed to be getting weak, so Negan had to make his move quick, and he did waste any time.
He stood of Randy with a wicked smiled, “This might fuckin’ hurt.” He said happily as he raised Lucille and brought her down on his head with a great force.
You had never sent him put that much force into a blow from Lucille.
Negan began to get angry all over again as he based Randy’s head in, his skull splitting open to reveal the insides.
The crossed your arms against the wall, there had been times where it had been somewhat hard to watch Negan use lucille, but this wasn’t on of those times, you watched with complete interest, but after what this man had done to you and what he wanted to do to Negan, it actually made you happy to see him have such a horrible demise.
If anybody every deserved this kind of treatment, it was him.
After about 20 rage filled blows, Negan finally quit, he backed of him, grunting and sweaty.
He slicked his now messy hair back with a bloody hand and breathed heavy, putting Lucille on his shlukder, he turned to you and you both locked in a stare.
It was weird, but you coukd feel that usual sexual,tension reach a peek, you both stared at each other, breathing heavily.
You balled you fist as you looked back at him, filled with lust and he stared back in the same manner.
It was a scenario that shouldn’t have turned either of you on, but it did.
Negan rushed up to you, pushing you back against the wall, pushing his lips into yours and sticking his tongue in your mouth as you bit back at him, kissing eachother roughly, he grabbed the side of your face - a little too roughly- but you didn’t care. It was beginning to feel good.
He bit at your lip, letting his free hand, roam over your body before it found the edge of your shirt and he began to go under your shirt, feeling the warmness of his skin on yours made small moan escape your lips.
He grunted and pulled back to look at you, “Fuckin’ follow me, now.” He said in a seductive growl.
You nodded obidiently, and followed behind him out of the room, you made sure to close the door, leaving the bloody mess behind and out of tour thoughts.
“What about that mess?” You said, looking at him as he had a grip on your shoukder, pulling you with him.
You had forgotten about your leg and could still feel the pain, but not wanting to fall behind.
“Fuck it. It’s Dwight’s. That’s not what’s on my goddamn mind right now.” He growled again, shifting his eyes to you, roaming over your body.
He took you back out into the yard and over to the armory storage where all the weapons were kept, he pushed the door open to it, where a few of the men were putting new weapons away, they all looked to Negan and started to kneel as they saw him.
“Get the fuck out.” Negan said in a hasty tone, gripping onto your shoulder.
“But we haven’t finished.” One of them men protested, putting a gun away.
Negan walked in and narrowed his eyes, “I said your down for fuckin’ now. Now get the fuck out of my goddamn inventory.”
The man nodded quickly and he and the other men left the room fast.
Negan slammed the door shit and put Lucille on one of the shakes before lifting you up onto a table in the middle of the room, spreading your legs to get himself between them as he pulled onto your short, planting rough kisses onto your nwck, you ripped his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex each time he moved. You bit your lip as he ran his tongue lightly over the spot on your neck where the chain had bruised you, it felt amazing.
You groaned as he ran a hand under your shirt and you placed a hand on his chest.
“Negan, literally everyone will probably hear this.” You said, stopping him momentarily.
He breathed and licked his lips, “Then try to be fuckin’ quiet, darlin’. But shit, I fuckin’ love hearing those fuckin’ moans you make, and that they know I’m fuckin’ the hell out of you.” He grolwed, crashing his lips to yours.
“Fuck it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and pulled him closer to you.
Being there for your excitement, worries and success through out TATINOF from the beginning (buying the tickets) till the end (you meeting them) has been an interesting roller coaster ride. Although I was never physically there, every part of me wishes that I was, to experience this glorious moment with you but I know we will have our own, one day. It may not be tomorrow or next month but I hope we will cherish our friendship till the day comes. You deserved everything good heading your way and your are a remarkable person, @incaseyouart <3