Any tips for writing the character's personalities and speech? Thank you.
Here’s a piece of unflavored base dialogue vs how it would sound from each of the main 3:
Hello. Thank you for coming to meet me here. I have something important to tell you. First, let’s order something. [order]. Anyway, we have to stop seeing each other. It makes me very sad and I wish it didn’t have to be this way. But what can I do? Choose you over [important life choice]? I can’t do that. I’m sorry, but this is goodbye.
No Scars To Your Beautiful (Negan x Plus Size Fem!Reader)
Requested by @mcrmy-for-life-2013 : could you do one where he saves a girl and she becomes one of his wives but she’s extremely self conscious about how she looks because she’s curvy and has tattoos and scars. And all he wants to do is prove to her that he thinks she’s beautiful. And she admits that she’s never had anyone actually make love to her and not just fuck her until they finished. And he shows her how a woman should be treated and she becomes his favorite. Can it be really smutty and fluffy?
A/N: I hope I did your request justice and that you’ll enjoy it. It’s my first time writing with a plus size reader, so I hope I don’t disappoint.
Warnings: Smut, Angst & Fluff, Self-Doubt, Body Confidence, Body Image, Caring & Loving Negan, Explicit Language, Swearing.
For most of your life you’ve been asking yourself the same question.
Who was this monster staring back at you in the mirror?
The various scars from the car accident you’d been in as a teenager was spread across your skin, and you’d been trying to cover them up with tattoos ever since. But one thing you couldn’t cover up how much you even tried was the curves on your body. Other girls had always said how much they envied your curves but you knew it had to be a lie. When all that stared back at you in the mirror was a lump of flesh and fat. When every guy you’d ever been with said you needed to lose weight. And you had tried. Both for them but mostly for yourself. Maybe you could finally be happy if you saw what you wanted to see in the mirror?
A perfect and flawless woman. But despite all of your efforts, the weight was still there. The curves were still there to taunt you every day.
But all of that was in the past. Now, in this post-apocalyptic world, there was no time to worry about the way one looked. And you hadn’t really. Until you met him. When Negan saved you from being eaten by a herd of biters.
leave a pollen trail of petals and wind chimes, and you build sanctuaries for
to crawl into and wrap my legs around your vines, you make me feel so
safe. And yet, you feel so unsteady yourself, like you are always looking for a
cradle of security, worried that the world will be pulled from below you feet
and you will be left holding nothing and no one.
It’s always everybody else’s hearts you want to stitch together and repair. And
you forever try to stay still and placid, as if you are so resilient you cannot
be moved. This is true,
but I can also sense your fear, and your worries, and that if you move you
think you will crumble, or break everyone around you. I know every pain in your
life has cut a deep wound in your body and you are forced to rewatch the
memories… everything is not so analgesic as it seems
You seem so serene that even your silences make music.
Not sure if I did the prompt any justice, but I did my best!!
Warning - A/B/O dynamics, brief mentions of abuse, ironpanther!
Prompt - Iron panther: Tony’s a take no shit omega prince doing business deals
with t'chaka and alpha t'challa keeps trying to woo him but Tony’s the best at
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Prince Anthony “Tony” Stark is the only Stark allowed in
Wakanda after his father, King Howard Stark, decided to steal Vibranium on one
of his visits. Tony is also an omega, and Wakanda is one of the few independent
countries that actually respect omega’s.
Tony steps out of his private jet and, as always, is met by
King T’Chaka, Prince T’Challa, and the Dora Milaje.
“Anthony, it is good to see you again, child.”
Tony bows slightly, “Your majesty, it is a pleasure to be
welcomed back into Wakanda”
“Anthony, how many times must I tell you to call me by
name?” T’Chaka steps forward and draws the smaller man into a hug.
“Just the once, T’Chaka”
The older man smiles and turns to T’Challa, “It is rude not
to greet our guest, my son.”
“I was only waiting for you to greet Anthony, baba” then
T’Challa turns back to Tony, dipping into a bow and brushing his lips against
the back of Tony’s hand, “It is good to see you again, Anthony”
“You too, T’Challa. I missed our talks”
“As did I, Anthony. Kali has missed you, you know.”
Tony chuckles, “Then I suppose we should head back to the
palace. I would hate to keep my second favorite panther waiting”
T’Challa raises an eyebrow, “Second favorite?”
“Take a guess who my first favorite panther is”
T’Chaka chuckles, but gently takes Tony by the arm and
begins to lead him away, “Come now, child. We shall rest tonight, and tomorrow
we shall discuss business.”
As soon as Tony climbs the stairs to the palace he is
pounced on by a fully grown black panther. The big cat knocks Tony to the
ground, nuzzling against him. “Yeah, I missed you too, Kali”
Eventually Kali lets Tony get up, but stays beside him as
the three make their way to the sitting room.
“So your father has sent you here to try and negotiate for
more Vibranium, has he?”
“Unfortunately, yes. My father doesn’t think that he is getting
him money’s worth of Vibranium. And since I’m the only one who can enter
Wakanda without being imprisoned, he sent me to do his dirty work” Tony runs
and agitated hand through his hair, “I hate to do this to you, T’Chaka, but …”
“Take off your cover-up.”
Tony flinches at T’Chaka’s words, and T’Challa looks on,
confused. The omega part of Tony makes him want to obey, but at the same time
Howard had ordered him to keep it hidden. “T’Chaka …”
“Anthony … now”
Okoye steps forward, holding a cloth out to Tony, and once
he takes it she steps back. Tony quietly wipes at the right side of his face,
removing the makeup, and uncovering a large purple bruise.
Immediately T’Challa is beside Tony, his fingers brushing
over the discoloration, “Who hurt you, kitten? I will make sure they pay for
what they did to you.”
Tony chuckles, patting the alpha’s arm, “I don’t need you to
fight my battles for me, T’Challa.”
“Anthony, who did this to you?”
Tony ducked his head, trying to shield his injured face from
the two alpha’s eyes. “It’s fine, T’Challa”
“It is not fine, Anthony. Please” he gently lifts Tony’s
chin, “tell me who did this to you”
“Howard. I … refused to blackmail Wakanda into giving Howard
more Vibranium, he was drunk, I didn’t even see the punch coming”
T’Challa lets out a low growl, his eyes flashing
dangerously, “Does this happen often?”
“Only when he’s drunk, and I make him angry, which happened
a lot. But I deserve it, a good omega listens to alphas, I’m just not a good
Hands raise to cup Tony’s face, “Do not say that, kitten.
You will no longer have to worry about your father, Wakanda will grant you
Tony smirks, “You aren’t the king yet, T’Challa. You can’t
offer me sanctuary”
T’Chaka clears his throat, “However, I can. Anthony Stark, I
would like to offer you formal sanctuary from an abusive alpha parent. Do you
accept my offer?”
T’Chaka gestures to the Dora Milaje, “They will show you to
a room, and someone will always be near to help you if needed. I will still
require your assistance in releasing a statement about your sanctuary” T’Chaka
places a large hand on Tony’s shoulder, “You have nothing to worry about now,
child. You will learn what a true alpha is like, a true alpha does not harm the
Hesitantly, like he’s expecting to be pushed away, Tony
takes T’Chaka’s hand and presses a kiss to it, “Thank you, your majesty”
“You are welcome, Anthony.”
On the second night of Tony’s stay in Wakanda, T’Challa
approaches his father for advice.
“I would like to ask your permission to officially court
T’Chaka looks up, a small smile gracing his face, “I was
wondering how long it would take you to ask. You have been courting Anthony for
quite some time, T’Challa, however I do not believe that he has noticed your
“I would like to make Anthony my mate, however I am … unsure
how to approach him. I do not want him to think that I court him out of pity,
or to gain access to his company. I have never been interested in the politics
“I will tell you, my son. You will have to show Tony that
you are courting him out of love, not out of pity”
T’Challa’s bow furrows as he begins to think of a plan, “Thank you. I will do my best, baba”
“I know you will, my son”
It takes a while, it takes several gifts, several romantic
dates, and several subtle signs before Tony finally realizes that he is being
courted by the prince.
It’s on one of these dates that Tony decides to bring it up,
“Why are you doing all of this?”
T’Challa looks up, one eyebrow raised, “Doing what, kitten?”
“Giving me gifts, taking me on dates, just – just
everything! I don’t understand why you’re doing this!”
“I wish to court you, Anthony”
“But, why?!? You could have anyone! You could have several omegas
at your beck-and-call! Why would you settle for me?!”
T’Challa huffs, “I am not ‘settling’ for you Anthony. I am
going after the omega that I have wanted ever since your first visit to
Wakanda. Anthony, you must understand, I have been courting you for quite a
while now. However, you never reciprocated”
“You can’t want me!” Tony cries
“Why can I not want you, kitten?”
“I’m not a good omega! I argue with alpha’s, I’m not all
that submissive, and I get caught up in my work! And then there’s you! You’re
amazing! You’re brilliant, attractive, kind, a strong warrior, and I just don’t
“Anthony, you sell yourself short! You are the heir to a
“So that’s what this is about” Tony interrupts, his fists
clenching to top of the table, “You want to mate me in order to get to my
company. Is that why you offered me sanctuary?”
“Because I love you, that’s why!”
Tony’s eyes widen, startled, “You … what?”
“I love you, Anthony. I want you as my omega. I want you to
help me rule this country when I become king. I want to have children with you.
I want you to help me integrate Wakanda back into society. I want you”
Tears fill he omega’s eyes, “Please tell me that you aren’t
joking, that this isn’t just some joke that you’re playing on me, because I
love you too, and I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t mean it”
“Oh, kitten. Of course I mean it. I would not lie to you.
Will you let me court you Prince Anthony Stark, as the future King of Wakanda?”
Tony nods frantically, “Yes! Yes, I want to be courted by
you, I want to bond with you, I want to be your mate!”
T’Challa usually stoic face breakings into a blinding smile.
“I am pleased with your decision, my omega. We shall announce our courting
Tony gives T’Challa a dopey smile, “Yeah, okay. My alpha, I
like the sound of that”
T’Challa lets out a rumbling growl, “I do too, kitten”
Reaching out slowly, T’Challa draws him omega into a kiss,
something slow and soft, showing their love for each other, expressing their
hope for the future.
“I really hope you know what you’ve gotten into, babe”
T’Challa chuckles, “I am aware, kitten, and I look forward
to every minute of our mating.”
You were on your knees, in the dirt. The others from your
group were doing the same on either side of you. You glanced over at Rick, your
group’s leader, who looked defeated. You felt a flash of fear run through your
entire body as one of the men that captured your group called out “let’s meet
the man!” before banging a fist on the door of the RV that was parked in front
of you. The door flung open and out slowly walked the man you’ve heard so much
about; Negan. He had a huge grin plastered across his face and his baseball bat
Lucille slung over his shoulder. “Which
one of these sorry fucks is the leader?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly,
“this one” the man from before said while pointing over to Rick, who was kneeling
beside you. Negan started striding towards Rick, until he looked over at you
and stopped dead in his tracks. The grin on his face grew bigger as he locked onto
your dark blue eyes and walked over so he was standing directly in front of
you. He slowly bent down and placed his
hand on your chin, tilting it up, so you were face to face, “well hello
beautiful, aren’t you just an everyday Marilyn Monroe” you smiled slightly at
him, he looked attractive when he walked out of the trailer, but up close he
was as handsome as ever. “What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked softly, “L-Lara”
you whispered gazing into his eyes. Negan stared at you for awhile before
chuckling “honey, it isn’t everyday that I’m at a loss for fucking words” he
then stood up and motioned at two of his men and said “take her into the truck
and lock it, she’s coming back with us”.
After awhile Negan walked up to the truck and got in, he put
Lucille down between you two and you noticed the blood and pieces of flesh
attached to it, you gasped knowing that it must belong to one of your friends.
You were terrified and pressed yourself to the door, getting as far away from
Negan as you could. Negan noticed and glanced over to you and brushed your soft
hair with his gloved fingers as you flinched, “sweetheart, trust me when I say
that I’d never hurt a pretty little thing like you”. You felt slightly relieved
but continued to keep your guard up. “W-where
are we going?” you asked quietly trying to make conversation, “my compound,
Sanctuary” Negan responded lowly. You took a deep breath and stared out the
After a few minutes you and Negan arrived at Sanctuary, his men
opened the large gate securing the compound and Negan drove in. You got out of the truck and folded your arms
around each other, it was the middle of the night and you were wearing a short
sleeved t-shirt, it was freezing. Negan walked over to you and noticed you
shivering, he took off the black leather jacket he was wearing and wrapped it
around you, “better?” he asked, “yes, thank you” you replied, “no, fucking
problem” Negan gave you a wink and started walking off, you quickly followed
him and noticed a lot of his men staring at you, you kept your face forward,
staring at Negan’s broad back, until one of his men whistled at you. Suddenly
Negan faced him and punched the man in the face knocking him to the ground “I
WILL NOT allow any of you fuckers to make my fucking guest feel
un-fucking-comfortable, do I make myself motherfucking clear!?”, “yes, sir” the
man groaned, blood dripping out of his nose. Negan turned around and grabbed
your hand leading you away from his men.
Negan brought you to his room and shut the door behind him;
you took a seat on the plush sofa and looked around Negan’s well furnished
home. “Want anything to drink?” he asked leaning against the wall, “a cup of tea
would be nice, thank you”, Negan chuckled “do I look like I fucking drink tea?
The closest thing I’ve got is coffee”, you smiled “coffee sounds great”. Negan
walked into his small kitchen, and returned a few minutes later with a cup of
hot coffee, powdered milk, and some packets of sugar and placed them on the
table in front of you, before walking off to pour himself a glass of whisky; he
then sat on the sofa beside you. “That jacket looks fucking sexy on you” he
said before taking a sip of his drink. You giggled and blurted out “trust me,
it looks better on you” you looked at Negan who put his now empty glass onto
the table and leaned back, licking his lips. You put the cup of coffee down “actually,
could I have a glass of that stuff?” you said pointing over at the bottle of
amber colored whisky, “atta’ girl” Negan replied before standing up and pouring
you a glass and handing it to you. He sat back down and watched as you quickly
gulped the liquid down and leaned forward setting the glass on the table, right
when you sat back up Negan grabbed your face with his now gloveless hands and
pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed back, his lips felt warm and soft against
yours. You felt Negan bite your lower lip softly before slipping his tongue
into your mouth, you let a quiet moan escape.
Negan slid his jacket
off of you and brought his hands down to the bottom of your shirt and slowly
pulled it off, he looked down at your lacy black bra and bit his lip. “Take the
rest of your clothes off for me, I wanna watch” he said as his dark eyes filled
with lust. You stood up and turned around, you quickly jumped as Negan slapped
your ass, you then began unhooking your bra, throwing it back at Negan, before
slowly slipping your pants off, giving Negan a great view of your ass in the
lacy black panties you were wearing that matched your bra. “I can’t wait any
fucking longer” you heard Negan growl before feeling his arms around your waist
pull you back so that you were sitting on his lap, you felt Negan’s erection
poking through his jeans. You started slowly grinding your hips back and forth
over it, “you’re such a fucking tease” Negan hissed in your ear, before picking
you up and throwing you onto the sofa. You laid on your back and wiggled watching
Negan pull his shirt off, before he slowly pulled your panties off, you bit
your finger and looked up at him watching him take the sight of you completely
naked in. He suddenly pushed your legs apart and slid his face in, you threw
your head back instantly, as Negan flicked his tongue against your clit, giving
it a few sucks every once in awhile. You grabbed onto the couch with one hand
and onto his dark hair with the other as you grinded your pussy on his tongue
and mouth. Negan shook his head from side to side quickly brushing his tongue
across your clit, while squeezing onto your thighs with his hands. You felt a
knot form in your stomach as the pleasure was rising through you. “Don’t stop
daddy, oh god, I’m gonna cum”, Negan buried his face deeper, letting out a
groan at your words. You continued grinding your hips until the ecstasy hit and
you came all over his mouth and beard.
Negan pulled his face away, and stroked his mouth wiping
away your wetness, as you tried catching your breath. “You taste so fucking
sweet” he hissed before he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers
off. You looked at his cock that was standing up, fully erect. You licked your
hand and leaned over to Negan, taking a hold of his cock and stroking it, while
kissing him, you could taste your pussy on his lips. Negan looked down at you
stroking him and opened his mouth letting out a growl. You giggled into his ear
seeing how weak you were making the man that everyone feared.
Negan pushed you onto you back again and positioned himself
between your legs, before sliding himself into your wet pussy. He didn’t hold
back at all, and started vigorously thrusting into you; he stared down, licking
his lips as he watched himself slam into you. You grabbed onto Negan’s arms as
you let out loud moans “keep fucking me, just like that daddy” you purred.
Negan’s gaze went to your face as he gritted his teeth together. He continued
fucking you as fast as he could, he had unbelievable stamina. Suddenly Negan
pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach and leaned on top of you, “I’m
gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours” he hissed into your ear before
biting your shoulder softly. You had tried anal before, and weren’t really into
it, but the thought of Negan pounding into your ass made you quiver. “Be
gentle, Negan” you whispered.
Negan got between your legs and spread your ass open; he
spat in his hand and rubbed it on his cock before sliding into your ass slowly.
“Fuck you’re so fucking tight” he moaned, you gripped onto the couch as hard as
you could as you adjusted to Negan’s size.
Once Negan was completely inside of you he slowly slid back in and out
of you, moaning at the tightness, until he speed up and began thrusting into
you. He held your hips for leverage and rocked his body against yours as hard
as he could. You let out cries of pleasure as you felt his cock pulsate inside
of you. “Cum inside of me please daddy” you begged, and at your words Negan
released his love inside of you, he threw his head back his eyes shut tight.
Negan slowly pulled out, his cum dripping out of your ass.
He gave your ass a slap and chuckled “fuck I think I’m in love”. You rolled
over and gazed at Negan’s sweaty chest and face. “Stay here, I can’t give that
ass and pussy up baby, I’ll go fucking mad” Negan said as he laid on top of you
giving you a kiss. You ran your fingers through Negan’s hair. “I don’t know, my
group will be worried about me” you whispered. Negan looked up at you “who
gives a fuck, you didn’t seem to be worried about them while you were calling
me daddy, and taking it in the ass”, you gently slapped his arm and giggled. “Fine,
I’ll stay, since you’re in love with me and all that” you teased. Negan kept
his head against your chest and smirked, “you know you love ‘daddy’ too”.