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they do my girl andrea so badly in the show i cant TAKE THIS!!!!!!! she was so good in the comics now ur telling me she chilling with the govenerr?????? im tweakign actually come back to me andrea grimes </3333

i miss her so bad

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imagine just killing them or something im tired

imagine killing them

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Me when I’m stuck in this miserable existence instead of my f/o’s arms

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writing f/o gushes is so hard for me bc its Always just this

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writing is so hard when i have no idea what to write </3 this is oh so evil i am going to impregnate my husband

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doing this to f/o right now. you should to. GO DO THIS TO YOUR F/O. NOW. HURRY UP!!! NOOOOOOWW.....

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comparisons ᵐᵈⁿᶦ ⁻ ⁿˢᶠʷ ᵇˡᵒʷʲᵒᵇ ⁻ ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁹⁹⁶ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ

It had just meant to be a joke. You hadn't thought Negan was packing as much as he was. Now, standing in front of Negan, it felt odd seeing how much he was packing. You were by no means small in that department—in fact, you were just a bit above average but still Negan's cock seemed to just dwarf yours. 

“You didn't think I was packing this much, did you?” Negan gloated.

“No… not really. I thought you were just exaggerating,” you responded, trying to keep your eyes off of his much girthier dick. Negan was practically swinging his cock around trying to get you to look at it. He was always so arrogant, trying to flex how manly he was, and yet you couldn't deny he seemed to have a reason for his arrogance. 

“I told you. I'm packing, that's how I get all the ladies. They take one good look at this thing and suddenly their panties are dropped and ready for me to come, if you know what I mean.” It felt like Negan was trying to lock you into a trance on his cock as he swayed it from side to side.

“Sure, okay, your point is proven.” Turning your head to the side, you tried to avoid the weird eye contact you were having with his dick. It was hard to look away as he continued to move his hips just getting the girthy thing to swing around.

“C’mon, don't be scared of looking! I'll take it as a compliment.” Negan stepped closer while still swinging his dick around, almost enjoying how much you tried to look and avoid eye contact with it. 

“No thanks.” Pulling up your own briefs, you didn't want to continue having your own dick just hanging out in the wind. Negan took notice of this, but still let his continue to hang.

“Party’s over already?” Negan looked a bit disappointed as you covered yourself up. “Just let it hang. Sure, you're smaller than me, but that's no reason to be embarrassed.” He continued to smirk while teasing you.

“You proved your point. You win, I owe you.” 

“Hell yeah you do. Look at me. I don't even know why you tried to bet on this. I told you I was packing way more than you could take.” Negan continued to gloat. This wasn't out of character for the more vulgar man, and still you had somehow hoped he wouldn't be gloating like this.

“Yeah, yeah.” You were fed up with his gloating by now. Pulling your pants up, you got ready to leave, but before you could, Negan stopped you.

“Hey now, I haven't gotten my reward yet.” Negan took a step forward blocking you from leaving. “You said I could ask you for anything and I'm gonna do that right now.” 

“Fine, what is it you want?” You rolled your eyes. You hadn't expected Negan to ask you for his reward now. The both of you hadn't even decided what the reward was.

“Suck it.”

“What?” 

“You heard me, give me a blowjob.” Negan was just smirking at you. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not. “Get on your knees.” He stepped closer, towering over you just a bit as he smirked. 

“You really want a blowjob?” You couldn't help but question him. You didn't exactly think Negan would want a blowjob from another man.

“I do, pretty boy. Now get to sucking.” Your face flushed  as he said this—but still,a deal was a deal. Getting on your knees, you were a bit worried about how long you could actually stay kneeling on the old concrete floor. You couldn't help but just stare at his girthy monster. ‘Deal’s a deal’. Grabbing it with your right hand, you opened your mouth getting ready to try and get it inside. Negan was already starting to get hard just from the sight of seeing you on your knees looking up at him.

Your lips wrapped around it, The girth of it felt like it was pushing your mouth wide open, but you still kept going. Your saliva coated his cock as you moved it deeper in your mouth, gagging while it hit the back of your throat. Negan couldn't help but rest his hand on your head. He knew it was hard enough to take him just a bit. “Good boy. Look at you, can't believe you’ve taken this much already.”

You gagged a bit as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat. Still, it didn't take too long to get used to his large size. Still choking, your eyes started to tear up as you took his full length. Bobbing back and forth on his length it took a lot of your willpower to not just stop and leave him on edge just to save yourself the pain of choking on him. 

Despite it all, you continued on. With each time you went up and down, Negan started to grip your hair. Every time, he grabbed just a bit harder before finally slamming you right against his crotch. Spurts of cum hit the back of your throat.

Finally, you were done. 

you looked up at Negan as you pulled back, away and off his cock. 

“Swallow.” 

You listened to his words. Most of his cum was already sliding down your throat, but you could still taste a bit of it on your tongue. 

As you swallowed it all down he smirked, happy with how you listened. “Good. We should do this again.”

“I think I'll pass.” Coughing a bit, your throat was gaping after having to deepthroat his cock. Your knees were red just from kneeling down in front of him. If you were going to do this again, you hoped it wasn't going to be on another concrete floor.

“We will see about that.” Negan ruffled your hair before dressing himself, finally hiding his monster behind his pants again.

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god i love him so much literally my husband trust

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inspired by someone saying selfshipping is unethical

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made some silly little good morning and good night things...

they're ugly but like in a cute way??

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negan cum marking

ᵐᵈⁿᶦ ⁻ ⁿˢᶠʷ ᶜᵘᵐ ᵐᵃʳᵏᶦⁿᵍ ⁻ ᵍⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ³²⁵ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗˢ ᵒʳ ᶦᵈᵉᵃˢ ᵛʳᵒ

“C’mon look up at me with those pretty eyes, why don'cha?” Negan chuckled a bit while looking down at you, all laid out nice and pretty on his bed and just ready to be owned. It wasn't his fault you were so irresistible; he just wanted to mark you as his the best way he knew how. “Are you ready sweetheart?” Before you could respond he finished, spurts of cum came burst out his cock. Negan couldn't control himself. those pretty lips he knew they would look so much better coated in him.

“Negan… “ you started to speak.

“Don't need to say anything, just keep looking pretty.” This wasn't the first time Negan had just asked you to just stay down while he covered you in his cum. Negan wouldn't want you to get antsy while he did this, so he always made sure to tire you out beforehand.

“Mm…” you let out a couple small sounds as another burst of his cum landed on your chest. Negan still had a lot left in him, it didn't help you could still feel his cum dripping out of your behind from earlier.

“Just a couple more than we can clean you up, promise” he didn't wait for a response before bringing himself up again, and shooting another load on to you. It never took him too long to get a load off on you, Negan always said it was ‘just because of how perfect you looked’. 

“Last one?” you asked right before another shot landed on your chin. A bit of his seed got into your mouth as you said this. The salty taste hit your tongue, but you didn't mind.“ All done. Now you look like a true work of art, just look at you all of my cum on you." Negan looked like he was about to spurt another load just from seeing you like this, just laid down in bed covered in him.

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Thinking about negan with different kinky prompts

ᵐᵈⁿᶦ ⁻ ⁿˢᶠʷ ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ/ᵖʳᵉʸ ᵐᵃⁿʰᵃⁿᵈˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳᶜᵃʳᵉ ⁻ ᵍⁿ

ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶦᵈᵉᵃˢ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ

Hunter/Prey

- you cannot tell me he wouldn't love to chase down a partner. just you and him alone, maybe it's out in the woods or even just inside the sanctuary.

- he loves the thrill of giving you a headstart, only a couple of minutes for you to run and hide. Once he catches you he gets his prize.

- he plays the long game, even if he knows where you are he still circles the nearby area just to keep you on edge for a little longer.

- it's not even for fear, he knows you’re just hiding waiting for him to get there and grab hold of you and take what's his.

- he enjoys teasing you

Manhandling 

- Negan just loves the feeling of grabbing hold of you, in every situation he can his hands are on you trying to keep you there in his possession.

- no matter where you are he just loves his hands on your hip as he stands behind you, even if you’re talking with someone else he doesn't care, negan doesn't even mind if you act like he isn't there as long as he gets to hold you.

- suring more intimate moments he's just a tad bit more rough, maybe even leaving a couple of bruises or hand marks on your skin if you don't mind them. 

- no one sees them as he prefers manhandling your waist and hips but he still loves the thought of just having those marks on your body like some sort of claim.

- during sex he loves to grip you as hard as he can, wanting to keep you in place no matter how much you squirm.

Aftercare 

- keeps the aftercare short and sweet, he doesn't enjoy getting too crazy, never drawing any blood from you on purpose. 

- the only time he really does a long job is after any sort of activities outside, then he takes his time to clean off any dirt that would've gotten on you.

- after cleaning you up he just drags you back to bed again. Once he's done, he’s done and is ready to rest for the night.

- he ends up cuddling or even just holding you for the rest of the night.

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Aaaaand we are LIVE !!!

Hello gang i wanted to try out commissions so here we go!!!! Good luck me or whatever

I'm doing them on kofi and most of the detailed into will be there like the TOS document linked in the bio (please read it ahaha) so uh. Yeah. Hooray! 3 slots guys it says so on the site teehee

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art dump except im not consistent at all </3

someone please make me choose a way to draw eyes because i fucking cant

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TEEEHEEEEE

ok FINE @mpregslover69 im posting this. yeah. rare whimwelkin writing moment. prompt is there on the cover and i have some bullet points with bonus lore but,,, ehhh i'll just put the story here for now (under the cut bcs it is kind of long)

Flower petals and feathers tether me to the ground

1840 words - prompt: roleswap - i actually had this betaed by TWO people oooohhhh....

“Oswald, are you there?”

Ford creaked open the door to Oswald's study. It was always a mess, yet… somehow, it was also a little bit artistic. There was a controlled chaos in the way his flyaway paper and doodles haloed the man sitting at the desk like he was an angel of scientific discovery. All his books on the shelves were at least a little haphazard in their arrangement, but apparently there was a ‘system’ of some sorts that Ford just couldn’t comprehend. The corkboard on his wall was covered in lines of connecting yarn, assorted drawings, notes, and newspaper clippings tacked up on its surface.

This time around, the room was drenched in darkness apart from the dimly lit desk, which had a lamp that has been illuminating Oswald lying on it. His face was buried in his arms and he still had his outside coat on.

Figures. He must’ve gotten caught up in some flight of fancy or some random new ideas again. He rolled his eyes and crept in, shutting the door behind him while flicking on one of the kooky floor lamps to add a little more light to the room. “Hey, I actually managed to make us some dinner. You might want to come down before it gets cold.”

Oswald didn’t move. Ford shuddered. He was always so still when sleeping. He looked more like a corpse than someone who was asleep. “Oswald?” He tapped on his shoulder.

“GAH!”

He jumped up with a start, eyes wide and drool still shiny on his chin. He readjusted his glasses. “Whuh… what time is it?”

Ford crossed his arms, frowning. “You drool when you sleep.”

“Woah, is it morning already? Gee, it’s—” He pulled open a curtain. “It’s still dark outside! How early am I!?”

“It’s dinner time, not early morning,” he sighed. His gaze was drawn to the scribbles on the paper that had been revealed after he sat up. “Why were you doodling so many eyes?”

“Nothing,” Oswald blurted out, scooping them into his arms and shoving them into a drawer. He owned a fancy, old-fashioned filing cabinet that he had happened to spot at a thrift store one day and decided was crucial to the quality of his life. That's how most of the furniture in the Shack came to be, really—they were all mismatched thrift finds that always felt a little odd or out of place from each other. “Why’d you wake me?”

“Dinner.” he jutted a thumb out to point behind him. “I made pasta.”

“Oh, sweet!” He licked his lips, eyes lighting up. He jumped out of his chair and scurried away, shoving some books back into place and picking up some stray papers as he went. “I can’t thank you enough, Ford, seriously—”

“Maybe try staying awake and focused long enough to remember you need to get out of your desk every once in a while.”

He shoved all the papers into an open drawer and whirled around to point at him from over his shoulder. “That’s rich, coming from you. I always see you hunched over and drawing when you leave your door open.” He grinned. “By the way, can I look at some of your recent drawings now? Please? You haven’t shown me anything in ages!”

Maybe that’s because all my recent art has been you, he thought. He let out a grumble. “I told you I’d share it with you when I was ready.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.” He stuck out his tongue and kicked the drawer closed. “Let’s go eat.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell—”

“Let’s go! Ooh, that smells good!”

***

“So I’ve been thinking.”

“Go on,” Ford said through a mouthful of spaghetti. He and Oswald sat across from each other on two mismatched chairs with a small, circular dining table between them. The table was clothed in a plain white tablecloth. Not entirely idyllic, but… If I imagine it hard enough, I can pretend we’re on a romantic dinner da—

“What if there was a whole other universe that’s leaking into ours and that’s where the weird and wonderful fantastical stuff is coming from?”

Ford looked up from his plate. Oswald gestured wildly, not even looking at him.

“I mean, think about it! Where are all the unexplainable and magical little creatures coming from? And don’t say none of them are real, we’ve clearly seen some in Gravity Falls. Sure, maybe we humans were wrong about some of our ideas, but there’s clearly some things that don’t fit in ‘normal’ science that exist here, and if they don’t already fit what we already know, then maybe they’re getting siphoned in from somewhere else!”

His eye twitched.

“So, essentially, if we could find where this place may be, and the easiest path to it…” He mimed connecting two dots with his fingers. “Then we’re as good as gold! Answers found. Ooh, maybe I could go explore there…”

“Oswald,” Ford piped up weakly, sagging into his chair and dropping his fork. “I know you’ve been somewhat stuck on your theories for weirdness in this town, but—”

“Well, not anymore! Duh. Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“Loud and clear.” He sighed. “What, were you thinking of this before I walked into your office?” He snorted. “Did it come to you in a dream?”

His grin dropped. He slowly looked away. “...No.”

So great, he’s just lying now. “What’s your plan, Doctor?”

He giggled. “Hehe, call me that again.”

“No.”

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged. His fork clinked against his bowl as he mixed it around in his pasta. “So, hear me out—I build a portal.”

“A… portal?”

“To this other-realm of magic. I find more magic creatures.”

“Cryptids and anomalies.”

“Yeah, those.” He spread his hands, voice lowering into a dramatic whisper. “And then… we discover a whole new realm.”

“You’re sounding an awful lot more like a crackpot wizard than a scientist right now, Oswald.”

“Oh, you’re no fun,” he whined, pouting. “Come on, don’t you like sketching the creatures? If we find out where all the fun is coming from, then you’ll have even more weird things to draw! You love weird. Not to mention what the land itself might look like… Ooh, I bet it’ll be beautiful…”

Ford leaned back in his chair, deliberating this. As crazy as Oswald tended to sound, there was usually some reason to all the rhymes. An answer for these riddles three, if you’d like to think about it that way. He didn’t get those doctorates for nothing. He had initially underestimated the scientist during their first meetings, but his friend Fiddleford had quickly set him off that path.

“He sounds like more of a fantasy than a reality guy, but I promise there’s a brain in there somewhere,” he’d once said to him. “Trust me on this one. It’s like magic.”

“If you can get this to work, then it could mean an absolute breakthrough in science,” he muttered, rubbing his chin. He raised an eyebrow. “Hang on, how will you even know where to get it to travel to? How will you know it’s safe? Will it—”

“Oh, stop it with the questions, we’ll be fine.” He rolled his eyes and swung an arm against the back of his chair. “Just leave it all to me. I’ve got this.” A pause. He grinned apologetically. “Well, maybe we won’t leave all of it to me. You can help if you want! Oh, and maybe I should call FIddleford. I hope he’ll be fine with coming all the way here…”

“Just leave it all to me.” 

That didn’t add up. Again. All of it? Really? How could Oswald possibly know everything he’d need to do for this sort of thing? Though, he was a ‘trust the process’ sort of guy. Ford decided he’d let it go for tonight.

“I trust you,” he nodded, and that was the end of that. Either Oswald would get bored of it and move on to some other wacky ‘project’ or he’d really follow through and do something amazing. 

Whatever it was, Ford had faith in his friend.

***

“Gee, that was a close one, wasn’t it?”

Oswald snorted, continuing to paint on the canvas in front of him. The colours were starting to go a bit murky. Eurgh. He could never get that part right, stupid mixing paints and all that… “Ford said he’d trust me! I’d say that’s a win.”

“Cute.” Bill floated over to Oswald’s canvas, a hand on his hip and another under his eye. “Eugh, what is that?”

“Oi, leave me alone! Ford’s the artist, not me. I haven’t practiced anything serious like this in a while.”

“I can tell.” He snapped his fingers, and the painting magically righted itself. “You’re welcome.”

In the Mindscape—Dreamscape? He was technically dreaming right now, so… oh, whatever. In the Mindscape with Bill, anything was possible. Ever since he had found those cave paintings with the weird text next to them (he was so bad at cracking codes. Or maybe he was just too lazy, sue him,) his life was looking up. There’d be no end to the magic—Bill had promised him. Sure, actually being aware in his dreams and having a glowing yellow triangle talk to him wasn’t the greatest thing to be startled by one night, but they’d both gotten past that! They were best buds. They weren’t as best-est buds as he and Fiddleford and Ford, though, because Bill couldn’t top that just yet. There was a friendship ladder and he had to climb it, dream muse or not.

Oswald’s mindscape was a colourful and fantastical land of never-ending fairytale magic and whimsy, complete with castles in the distance and magic in the air. He never really managed to properly explore anything, though, because the scenes were always shifting and the setting was slightly different each night. Oswald chalked it up to his own inability to keep a steady mental image or story going for too long, let alone being able to keep it consistent.

Oswald smiled at the canvas. His painting had righted itself into what it was truly meant to be: a radiant portrait of his bestest friend Ford. “Can I take this into the real world?”

“Nah. Dreams only, witchling.”

“Aw, balls.” He gestured with a flick of his wrist and the painting went flying to a nearby wall. Tonight, the Mindscape’s location of choice was a magical study/library at the top of a tower. Glittering stars dotted deep blue skies. “I wish this could all be real.”

“It will be if you can get that portal done, bucko!” He swung a spindly black arm around his shoulder, stretching like a rubber hose cartoon. “You can do that, right?”

“Hell yeah.” He pumped his fist. “Leave it to me.”

Bill’s eye creased into what was most likely a smirk for him. “Good. I’m trusting you, kid.”

Now all he had to do was wait.

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OH YMG GOD U DIDNT SHOW ME THE LAST PAGE I DONT THIN HOW DARE U JEEP OLLIEFORD AWAY FROM ME

practicing comic styles again,,,, looking at rings on pinterest to draw made me feel like one of those ppl that plans a wedding moodboard on there. it was quite silly teehee

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found out i cant see the dog bone on my laptop 𐂯𐂯𐂯𐂯𐂯 this is horrible 𐂯𐂯𐂯𐂯 i cant be silly 𐂯𐂯𐂯𐂯𐂯