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[little-diable]

Last breath - Negan (angst/fluff)

Been writing on this for quite a while now. Enjoy. xxx

The song I’m mentioning is called “crash this train” by Joshua James. 

Word count: 2k+

Warning: mentions death and smut 

(Y/n) was going through all the different scenarios her mind could come up with, she was pretty sure, that she didn’t have much time left, the walkers were slowly encircling her. Groans were hallowing through the dark forest, her hands were calloused, legs were shaking, blood was dripping down from her lip, she was a mess. 

The sky was dark, it must have been around 7 pm by now, she lost track of time a long time ago. (Y/n)’s eyes wandered down to the watch on her wrist, it stopped working a few months back, but she never had the strength to pull it off, it had been a present from her grandma, something that reminded her of better times. 

(Y/n) had managed to find a community not too long ago, became friends with them, at least that’s what she liked to think, but as soon as they noticed, that (y/n) wasn’t one to follow meaningless rules and orders, they kicked her out, carried her out into the forest and left her to die. 

Death didn’t scare her, she wasn’t one to be blinded by her fears, liked to keep a clean head, to not think about the what ifs. She had a good soul, would give her life for her friends and family, not that she did have any left, she’d walk through hell and back for her people. 

Her fingers were tightly gripping her machete, (y/n) always had been a good fighter, she was able protect herself, she had to survive somehow after all. She was fast, knew how to move her body, where to hit the walkers, in order to stay alive. She tried to stay rational, mind wandering back to her previous training sessions with her dad, he had been a sheriff, knew how to shoot a gun and he also knew his way around a machete. 

“Never take your eyes off them, try to move as fast as you can.” His deep voice rang through her head, tears began to blur her vision, her dad had been her safe haven, her saving grace, her best friend, living without him by her side did hurt, every single day. Anger swapped over her, she didn’t have enough time with him, she’d do everything in that moment to hug him one last time. 

By now it was quite obvious, that there were too many walkers around, their groans shot shivers up her spine, (y/n) knew that her end was near, she knew that she would die in peace, ready to leave this earth behind. Not having to worry about her safety any longer, not having to think about finding food day in and out, didn’t sound as bad. 

The temperature began to drop, it was relatively cold for that time of the year, her leatherjacket couldn’t protect her any longer, (y/n) would either get eaten by the walkers or freeze to death. It was too dark to see any near by walkers, so (y/n) slowly sunk to her knees, eyes closed, hands not letting go of her weapon just yet. 

Suddenly her mind took her back to a Monday afternoon, a few years back, she was driving around town, sitting on the passenger side of her best friends car. Joshua James voice rang through the speakers, “Cuz if it dies in cold, when the clouds start to roll, is it then that your soul, starts to bleed.” The memory brought a smile onto her lips. (Y/n) could remember how carefree she felt in that moment, life had been easy, nothing major to worry about. The sun had been shining down on them, sun rays dancing across her face, tickling her nose, the sound of her best friends laughter made her chuckle.

Light rain began to fall down on her, thunder rumbled through the sky, lighting momentarily gave her a second to take in her surroundings. Eyes finding the dead, cold ones of a few walkers in the distance, her breath began to hitch in her chest, probably because her heart was currently fighting a losing battle. This was her end, (y/n) was sure of it. 

“Deep breaths my love.” Her moms voice reminded her once again, (y/n)s mind was taking her back to a better place, going through all her happy memories, a smile on her lips as she thought back to her life before the apocalypse. She felt content in that moment, ready to let go, if death would be this peaceful, (y/n) would be all in to finally take her last breath. 

Her mind began to play a few tricks on her, (y/n) could feel her mothers soft hand touching her cold cheeks, reassuring her that she wouldn’t leave her side, a tear left (y/n)s eye as she tried to touch her. Of course, she couldn’t really feel her mothers hand, but a wave of calmness overcame her, just as if her mother was standing right in front of her. 

“Don’t close your eyes, (y/n).” She couldn’t come up with the strength to fight against the will to let go any longer, (y/n) closed her eyes, she fell forward, cheeks pressed against the cold forest floor. “Just for a few minutes, mom,” left her lips, before finally giving into the darkness.

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He had been on one of his usual runs, trying to scavenge some food for his people, not talking about the bottles of whisky he liked to hide away for rough nights. It wasn’t unusual for him to walk around the forests near the sanctuary, of course with a few of his best fighters following him around, but Negan definitely didn’t expect to find a sleeping figure of a girl placed on the forest floor. 

She was too far gone to notice that somebody was nearing, her heartbeat began to slow down, she didn’t have much time left. His eyebrows were pulled together, wondering what the fuck she was doing. Why wasn’t she trying to save herself? Negan wasn’t used to seeing people giving up that easily. Something inside of him was telling him to save her. 

He crouched down next to her, feeling her fading pulse. “Fuck,” he checked her for any wounds and bite marks, as he couldn’t find any, he picked her up from the cold forest floor, threw her over his shoulder, walked towards the van that was parked a few feet away, killing some walkers here and there.

A scream left her lips as her eyes shot open, the way his shoulder was pressing into her abdomen, seemed to rip her out of her state. “Fuck, we don’t want to attract any unwanted attention, do we?” The voice made her shiver, breath hot against her neck, hand pressed over her mouth, now she realized that she was dangling over a strangers shoulder. 

(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel relieved, she was safe, at least for the moment, she felt too tired to struggle against his hold, not caring about any “stranger danger” her mom used to warn her about. “Don’t die on me doll.” Negan picked up his speed, basically jogging towards the van. 

She was shivering, her body was trembling against his hold, Negan wasn’t quite sure if it was because she was cold, or if she was scared of him. As much as an asshole he could be, Negan wanted her to feel safe around him, knowing that he wouldn’t let her die.

He placed her down on the passenger seat, not caring about the way her wet, dirty clothes were leaving stains on the seats, jogged around the car and managed to close the door just in time, escaping the walkers grip last minute. “Well, nice to meet you doll, I’m Negan, that’s Simon and Arat.” Just now (y/n) realized that a few other people were seated in the van, curious eyes watching her.

Her eyes rolled backwards, she breathed out a small whimper, her heart began to rapidly beat, she was going into shock. Negan wordlessly grasped the towel Simon pushed into his direction, trying to wipe away the blood from her chin and the cold sweat on her forehead. “Simon, you drive. Hurry, I don’t know how much time she has left.” He pulled her into the back of the van, placed in his lap, he desperately tried to keep her alive.  

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She woke up in an unfamiliar room, trying to locate where she was currently at, eyes finding green ones, “good morning, sleeping beauty.” A smile on Negan's lips as he sipped on his glass of whisky. “Where am I?” (Y/n) cringed at how raspy her voice sounded, she still felt tired, exhausted, not realizing that she had slept for hours on end.  

“At the sanctuary, place of my community. Welcome home doll.” He rose from the sofa, grabbed her a glass of water and placed himself next to her on the big bed. She couldn’t remember a day where water had tasted that good, (y/n) couldn’t stop herself from drowning the whole glass in one go, ignoring Negan's chuckles.

Carson had tried his best to save her, had to reanimate her a few times, (y/n) was a fighter, that was for sure. It would take her a few days to acclimatize herself, her body would need as much rest as possible, she almost had been dead for at least four times after all.

Negan wouldn’t leave her out of his sight, something about her pulled him in, he felt the need to take care of her, so he gave into his instincts, something he was quite good at. (Y/n) grew comfortable around him, would talk with him about god knows what, would laugh at his lame dad jokes, appreciating the way he was caring for her.

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It had been two weeks since that night, (y/n) had gotten her own room, only a few doors down from Negans, he told her to take it easy, to call him, if she’d need anything, secretly hoping, that she’d spend more time around him. The sanctuary already felt like home, (y/n) loved to walk around the garden, to help in the kitchen, putting her cooking skills to use. Negans eyes would watch her frame wander around the sanctuary, always keeping his posture, trying not to make it too obvious, how much he adored her, scared to chase her off.

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“Tea?” She called out to him, two cups of tea placed in her hand as she rammed the tip of her boot against his door, trying not to spill the hot water over herself. He leaned himself against his door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest, typical Negan smirk on his lips, “aw, did you miss me, doll?”

Things between the pair took an interesting turn that night, being the clumsy girl she was, (y/n) managed to spill some tea over his trousers, apologizing over and over again, while trying to dry off his crotch with a paper towel, not realizing the way she was putting pressure onto him. “Doll, you should have just told me that you so desperately want to touch me, no need to spill tea all over me.” He chuckled as he grasped her face, fingers running over her now flushed cheeks, eyes wandering down to her lips.

She instinctively closed her eyes, expecting to feel his lips on hers, whimpering as he finally attached his mouth onto hers, teeth gazing her lower lip, pulling on it, he was obsessed with her taste. (Y/n) couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips as he pulled her onto his lap, core placed against his bulge, almost naturally grinding her hips against his. Calloused fingers wandered underneath her shirt, exploring her skin, she was in for a night full of new experiences, buried underneath his body, bedsheets swallowing her frame.

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There hasn’t been a day where she didn’t thank her fate for crossing paths with Negan, grateful for the way he saved her, the way he took her in and gave her life a new meaning. The saviors were her new family, still, she tried to hide the thing that was going on between her and Negan, she didn’t like to be in the spotlight, would do anything to avoid any meaningless gossip. It was their own little secret, something to protect, to grow together and to explore each other fully.  

The more she got pulled into his life, the more she realized that he could be ripped away from her sooner than she may expect, the more time she tried to spend with him. Not longer caring about the stares and the whispers, she would relish in the feeling of being close to him, too scared that she’d lose him anytime soon. 

The other communities were slowly encircling them, she could feel that their end was near, coming to terms with the fact that the end of her second chance at life was at reach.

Her life took many turns, definitely more than she had expected, (y/n) was grateful for every moment she got to spend with the love of her life. He was her new home, her new safe haven, knowing that he’d protect her at all costs, just like she’d give her life for him. Something that would probably never change. 

[band--psycho]

Negan x OC-She’s Mine(Part 1)

Warning: smut (there will be more of it later on) and language

“Jesus fuck, Red,” Negan sighed as he collapsed on the side of the bed next to me. I chuckled, running a hand through my hair, also trying to catch my breath.

“If we keep going like this, I don’t think I’ll need my wives anymore,” Negan chuckled.

“I wouldn’t let them hear you say that,” I replied, slowly sitting up.

“Seriously doll, you’re something fuckin’ else,” he said, leaning up to place a kiss on my lips.

“I need to go,” I said between kisses.

“No you don’t,”Negan argued, placing kiss along my neck.

“Yes, I do I’ve still got some work to do before the run,” I answered, trying not to moan as he reached the sweet spot on my neck.

“You know, you wouldn’t have to do any of those of those things if you just agreed to be my wife,” he stated, kissing down my chest.

“You could stay here all day, and then we could fuck whenever and wherever we wanted to,” he continued, leaving a hickey just above my breast.

“Negan…”I moaned, trying to push him away slightly.

“You know I’m right, baby girl, just accept it,” he whispered in my war as his hands began to wonder around my body.

“Negan, stop..” I moaned, pushing him away harder.

“You’ll give in eventually, doll,” He sighed with a smirk on his face.

“Maybe I will, but not yet,” I said, beginning to put my clothes on.

“Uh, uh, these are mine,” he said, picking up my pink panties, I just rolled my eyes chuckling slightly as I did so.

“You’re so fucking weird Negan,” I stated, putting the rest of my clothes on.

“You fuckin’ know it sweetheart,” he chuckled, winking at me.

“Now, get that sexy ass moving before I have to punish you for being late for your jobs,” I nodded quickly, placing a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you later on then,daddy,” As I said those words I heard him groan as he slapped my ass.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, Red,” He mumbled against his lips.

“Now go, before you start something that’ll make us both late,” he continued, giving me a gently push.

And with that I left.

Negan and I had a somewhat complicated relationship. He found me. Well, he saved me; I’d just lost my group..and my husband in a walker hoard. I was a wreck and part of me didn’t want to live anymore. I was standing in front a walker when he found me, the walker took me down and I didn’t eve try to stop it, but Negan did, he smashed its head in with Lucille and then he took me back to the Sanctuary.

Most nights I’d end up going to his room just to talk to him. And then after awhile it just became a sort of tradition, especially when a load of people from a Sanctuary outpost were killed. Negan was distraught, but more than anything he felt guilty; that was the first time he opened up to me about what he was feeling. And from then on we just closer.

One night, we’d both been drinking, and one thing led to another..and since then we’ve been like fuck buddies, but he keeps asking me to be his wife. And I would. But I’ve met his wives..and I don’t think I could handle being around them all day, every day, not to mention the fact that I’d been married and if I was going to do it again, I’d want to be his only wife, and everyone knew Negan would never get rid of his little haram.

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I walked out of the doors to the vans and cars ahead , today we were going to a community called Alexandria, Negan had “run” into a group of them last week and killed two men that were there, as much as I hated Negan killing people, I understood why he did it, wwe lost a lot of people because of this group. It was pay back.

So, like all the local communities, Negan made a deal with them, half a supplies, every week.

“Ah, there she is,” Arat said,as she flung her arm round my shoulder.

“Hey,” I said, smiling.

Arat was the first person, other than Negan that I grew close to. It’s thanks to her that I became a Saviour. Between the two of us constantly asking Negan if I could be one, we wore him down and reluctantly let me. And he didn’t mind it all to much in the end, especially when it meant we could fuck on runs.

“Thought we were gonna have to leave without you,” Arat said.

“Sorry, I was in the shower,” I explained.

“Well, where the fuckin’ hell was my invite?” I chuckled as I saw Negan walking towards us.

“Must’ve gotten lost in the post,” I answered,causing Arat to chuckle.

“Very fuckin’ funny, Red,” he said, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s move out!” He bellowed, and with that we all got into a car, heading to Alexandria.

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When we arrived at Alexandria, Negan acted his normal Negan self, full of curse words and sarcasm.

The people there didn’t look how I thought they would. They didn’t look like they could kill all the people at the outpost; but then again, I guess anybody can be a killer..their leader, I think his name was Rick, he didn’t look like I thought he would either. He looked scared. Terrified. Broken. Part of me almost felt sorry for him, but then I remembered what he’d done, what he’d got other people here to do, and the sympathy I had for him faded.

Arat and I were just coming out a house when we saw Negan with Rick, and to my surprise Rick was holding Lucille, I assumed it was one of Negans little games, and it seemed to be working. Rick looked lost.

“Ladies,” Negan said, nodding to the two of us. Both of smiled back at him.

“Arat mind looking after Rick here, while I take Red?” Negan asked.

“No problem boss,” Arat answered, winking at me as she left with Rick.

“So, darlin’ what do ya think,” Negan asked, placing his arm around my waist.

“It’s nice, reminds me of those real estates back home,” I answered, and he nodded.

“There’s a lot of houses here, y’know? Negan whispered to me and instantly I knew what he wanted.

“Do you always think about sex?” I chuckled.

“Oh, darlin’, don’t act like you don’t love it,” He said, squeezing my hips softly.

“You are ridiculous!” I said sighing.

“You’ve always known that, Red,” he said, using his other hand to lift my chin up to look at him.

“C’mon baby,I’ve been imagining fucking you in all these different houses,” he said lightly kissing me.

“All the different surfaces,” another kiss.

“All the different positions,” and another kiss. And I sighed in defeat.

“Is that a yes?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” I answered, and that all too familiar smirk crept onto his face.

“Yes, what?” he asked, and I instantly blushed, and inwardly sighed.

“Yes,daddy,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my lips as he pulled me towards a house. We were just about to go in when a voice caught both of our attention.

“What are you doing? Your men have already searched this house,” the woman said, clearly distressed by the whole situation; and then a man came up behind her and I couldn’t help the breath that hitched in my throat, and he had a similar reaction when he saw me.

“Y/N?” He asked, walking closer to Negan and I. I could feel Negans eyes on me, expecting an explanation, but I didn’t trust my voice. Not even Negan knew my real name. He just started calling me Red because of my hair and it just stuck.

“You...you died..”I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as I stared at him, expecting him to vanish at any second.

“I looked for you...I thought you��d..” He began, his voice shaking as he did so.

“Red? Who the fuck is he?” Negan asked, looking between the two of us.

“He’s..he’s my husband..Jake,” I said to him.

“Your fucking husband?” Negan asked again, shocked.

“Y/N/N, what are you doing with him?” Jake asked, continuing to get closer.

“Y/N/N, he’s a monster.” Jake stated, I could see the anger building in Negans eyes.

“Come on,” Jake said, lightly pulling on my hand.

“Hey!” Negan said, snapping back to reality, stepping between the two of us.

“You don’t fucking touch her!” Negan continued.

“She’s my wife! And I want to talk to her!” Jake countered.

“Negan, it’s fine,” I said, trying to calm him and the situation down.

“Doll….don’t,”He warned and I sighed.

“Go in the house,”Negan said gritting his teeth. I knew better than to push him when he was like this, so I did what he said. A few seconds later Negan came into the house.

“Well, looks like we need to have a little fucking chat,sweetheart,” Negan said, sitting on one of the chairs, the fire of anger still clearly burning in his eyes.

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Ash’s 3k Porn Gif/Drabble Celebration!

It happened! I hit over 3k followers this week! Y’all are seriously so amazing! I’d have never thought so many people would be interested in my writing and random thirst blogging. In celebration, I will be doing a The Walking Dead-themed porn gif/drabble event! Inspiration for this idea came from the lovely @ilostmyshoe-79, who has done this for the Supernatural fandom.

Please read the rules carefully to avoid confusion!

Here’s how this will work: Submit a porn gif to me (not a gif of the actors/characters from the show, but an actual porn gif) and tell me which character(s) from The Walking Dead you think the gif reminds you of. 

Please include where you got the gif (link to a tumblr post/website/etc), so that I can give credit, if possible. 

That’s all you need to do! Just submit a gif, with gif credit, and which characters the gif reminds you of (ex: Daryl x reader, Ezekiel x Carol, Negan x Rick, etc). These aren’t requests, so please don’t include any plot or fic ideas. I’m just going to write small drabbles for as many of the gifs as I have the time/inspiration. 

Be diverse! Feel free to find some gifs that are M/M, F/F, M/F/M, etc. And the cast of TWD is fairly diverse, so I’m hoping I won’t only be receiving heterosexual, White couples in these gifs ;)

I will not write any drabbles for Carl or Enid, just based on my own comfort zone, but am game for any other character. 

I don’t know how many of these gifs I’ll receive, so I apologize in advance if I don’t write drabbles for all of them, but I’ll try to do as many as I can. Gifs can be submitted now through noon on Thursday, December 21st (Eastern Standard Time). Any gifs submitted after that time will be deleted. I will then write as many drabbles as I can between that time and December 31st. 

The gifs will then be queued up and posted on my blog on January 1st, as a glorious welcome to the start of 2018! I won’t be having a tag list for this, or tagging people in the gifs that they submitted, so be sure to tune in on January 1st!

Happy gif hunting! ;)

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Simon’s Advent Calendar - Mistletoe

“Psst. Arat.”

Arat ignored Simon’s stage whisper and continued working on rewiring the section of fence that had fallen in the last big walker push.

“Arat.”

She gritted her teeth and snipped the razor wire with her wire cutters.

“Arat. Psst.”

“What!?” she snapped and turned to find the Savior standing close behind her, a cheesy grin on his face and a headband which bounced a tangle of greenery over his head. “...the hell?” Arat amended in surprise.

“Mistletoe,” Simon said smugly.

“It’s not even Christmas yet,” she told him. Simon shrugged, making the mistletoe bounce and wiggle like the bait of an anglerfish. “I’m not kissing you.”

“C’mon, it’s almost Christmas.” Simon pouted at her and pursed his lips, making kissy sounds with his eyes closed.

“I’m not kissing you,” Arat repeated and turned away from him to feed another length of razor wire through the fence.

Simon slumped and sighed. “Spoilsport.”

As he walked away, she hollered over her shoulder, “Christmas isn’t for another two weeks, you fucktard!”

“It’s December!” he shouted back. “It’s close enough!” Grumbling to himself, Simon traipsed through the Sanctuary, looking for another likely target. “Paula!” he called when he spotted her. “Mistletoe!”

“Fuck off, Simon.”

Simon sighed again and watched as she walked away. “I don’t deserve that,” he muttered and scanned the courtyard. He brightened as an idea came to mind and he angled off to the side. He cleared his throat politely and leaned slightly forward so his bait swung just above his target’s head.

Negan turned slowly to study him with an amused smirk. “Can I fucking help you, Simon?”

“It’s Christmas,” Simon said and nodded seriously, then pointed up. “Mistletoe, boss.”

“So it fucking is,” Negan agreed, eyeing the mistletoe. “You asking to play tonsil hockey or what?”

Simon grinned and shrugged.

Negan gave out a bark of laughter, then curled a finger at his right-hand man. “Fine, get the fuck over here, you nerd.” He pulled Simon close and met his lips in a firm kiss while the mistletoe bounced over them. “Happy?” Negan asked when they surfaced for air. Simon’s eyes were a little crossed, but he was still grinning.

“Very. Thanks, boss.”

“See you later, fucker.” Negan gave him a little push and Simon trotted off to inflict his Christmas cheer on the next unsuspecting Savior.

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[vizhi0n]

Sawney - Part 1

BACK ON MAH BULLSHIT

Anyway, this is a random Negan fic that I a’thunked up at like 1am. It starts about a month before Rick and co. discover the Saviors, and will go through the entirety of AOW. I’m still unsure of what the final pairing will end up being, but it heavily features Simon, Negan, and Arat. So yeah. 

Warnings: nothing for this chapter, but I will say that this fic is REALLY REALLY REALLLLLLY DARK. (everything from cannibalism to incest to rape/non con, torture, gore, and copious amounts of smut. All the fun stuff, ya know?) Anywho, enjoy this fuckfest. If you want to be tagged or untagged lemme know!

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“I need you to tell me exactly how you fucking got here.”

Say nothing. Do nothing.

Desa hadn’t meant to veer off track. She’d left the Estate on foot, intending to grab a few supplies before returning. A large group of biters had ambushed her, driving her deep into the woods. From there she’d kept walking, and walking, and walking, until she hit asphalt.

Then she walked even more.

She’d gathered a bag full of canned foods, some ammo, seeds for planting, and cooking supplies. It was enough — more than she usually stumbled across while scavenging. Never before had she encountered something she considered “seriously life threatening” — save for a few heavy-set biters that just didn’t want to die — much less any other survivors. Scavengers were forbidden to interact with anyone outside the Estate, and if anything other than a biter were to approach…

Shoot on sight. Stab. Maim.

Desa had done just that. She’d slit a man’s throat. Stabbed a woman seven times and left her to die. She’d left their bodies to turn and rot.

“I’m not allowed to talk to you.”

“Not fucking ‘allowed’? Who the fuck told you that?” 

After gathering enough supplies, Desa had backtracked, attempting to find her way back to the Estate. She wasn’t as great of a navigator as some of the others. She relied heavily on maps and tree markers. But this time, the group of biters had pushed her too far. There were no tree markers in sight, just overgrown bushes and abandoned cars. The expanse continued until it opened up, revealing a building Desa had never seen before. And it was alive.

She could see the guards perched atop the balcony of the massive, humming factory. Another was down by the gate. And, chained to the fence like cattle, were biters. Dozens of them, some impaled on spikes, others legless and lying, reaching grubby, grimy arms at nothing.

Instincts had told her to ignore the place, leave it be and report it back. But curiosity won over and she’d ending up creeping along the edge of the trees, weaseling her way past the guards. The perimeter fence had a slight gap, and she’d managed to slide through with ease.

“You fucking stabbed one of my men. He’s in the fucking infirmary now because of you. So don’t think for one goddamn second that I’m going to let you off easy.”

She’d been caught snooping around storage, in the middle of stuffing her bag with food. A deep shout, followed by pounding feet had been her cue to run. She had, but not fast enough. There had been no time to learn the layout of this new community, and without ease, the man had cornered her. The moment he’d attempted to lay a hand on her, she’d drawn her knife, slashing away like a madwoman until she felt the blade sink deep into flesh.

Reinforcements had arrived shortly after. She’d been tackled, spat on, kicked and punched, before being dragged across the concrete and into the depths of the building. The injured man was carried off in the opposite direction, blood gushing from the jagged line of sliced, marred flesh right beneath his ribcage.

And now Desa sat, exposed and tied with her hands behind her back, weaponless, before the leader. He was a handsome man, tall and imposing with a seemingly permanent smile on his rugged face. It wasn’t a genuine smile. In fact, it made Desa uneasy the more she looked at it. Even more so than the barbed bat he had leaning against his chair.

“Still not going to say shit?”

“I’m not allowed to talk to you.”

“So you’re a fucking broken record. Or is that all you know how to fucking say?” the man sighed, easing back into his seat. One gloved hand came up to run down his face. “Shit. At least tell me your name.”

Desa gambled. Weighed her options. She had no doubt that this man was capable of killing her slowly, painfully. Possibly just as slowly and painfully as those back at the Estate.

“Desa.”

“That’s your fucking name? Desa?” the man raised his eyebrows. “That’s a fucking weird ass name. Well, Desa, I’m Negan. It’s a fucking goddamn pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Ne-gan,” Desa tested the name on her tongue, before clamping her mouth shut before she said something she’d regret. A million comments were swirling through her head, none of which were remotely friendly. After a long pause, she added, “I need to leave. You can take your stuff back. The stuff that I took.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re on, but you’re not going anywhere,” Negan growled. “Not until I find out where you came from, and who you are exactly. You’re going to fucking tell me everything, Desa.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Nothing? Do you have a group?” Negan’s face fell, and he stared, quizzical. “Are you…fucking settled somewhere?”

“My people don’t want any sort of diplomatic relations.”

“Better off alone, huh?”

“Yes. Not my policy but…it’s worked out for us.”

“Doesn’t seem to be fucking working out for you. If you want to be left the fuck alone, you shouldn’t have poked your nose where it didn’t belong,” Negan licked his lips, raising his bat to rest against his shoulder. “Listen, I’ll forgive your past fucking transgressions if you answer my questions. Honestly. No bullshitting, no swinging our dicks around like a bunch of immature fucking schoolboys. You can do that, right, Desa?”

“Will you untie me if I cooperate?”

“Fuck no. Not until I know you won’t try and fucking rip my throat out. I saw how you jumped on Gavin like that, and I’ll be the first to admit that it got my fucking dick hard as a rock. But I’m not taking any chances here.”

“You are afraid of me?”

“I’m not afraid, but I’m also not fucking stupid. You’re alive right now because I stopped Simon blowing your brains out the back of your head. He really, really wanted to pull that fucking trigger, and if you spout any more bullshit, I’ll indulge him.”

Desa cringed, lowering his gaze to the floor. When she lifted her eyes, the end of Negan’s bat was pointed inches from her nose. He snarled, “Now, let’s start again. Where’s your group?”

“We live at the Estate. It’s about two hours from here. It used to belong to some rich asshole before the end of the world.”

“What’s it like?”

“I’d like to keep that private.”

“What? You have some big, fucking secret you need to keep under wraps?” Negan snorted. “Remember what I said about bullshitting? Who sent you out scavenging. Who’s your leader?”

“There are two.”

Negan raised his eyebrows.

Desa said shakily, “Mother and Father. They own the house. They own me.”

Negan leaned back, lowering his bat. Long, dexterous fingers drummed against his thigh as he contemplated what to say. There was no reading his expressions. There was just that goddamn mischievous smile, and Desa hated it.

“Well write me down as fucking intrigued. You said it was about two hours from here?”

“By car, yes.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Negan stood, towering over Desa like a shadowy demon. “Because you’re going to take me there. Now.”

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I'm so glad Arat finally has her own thirst squad! I was actually thinking about creating an account like this myself. :D She definitely deserves more love.

Yay - Thanks love! We’re excited to have a collective place to view everything Arat!! She needs way more love, she’s such badass!!

[band--psycho]

Negan x OC-She’s Mine(Part 2)

Warnings:Angst and language, smut will be coming later on!

An icy silence was filling the air as I felt Negans eyes bore into me. I had no idea how to process any of this. God knows most people would be over the moon to find out that their partner was alive, especially in the middle of the apocalypse. And I was happy, I was happy he was alive. And part of me just wanted to run into his arms and never let him go again. I loved him. But I was different now. He was the last person from my old life I had left, and when I thought he’d died, I became someone else. Someone stronger.Someone braver. And that was all because of Negan.I moved on..I dealt with my grief and put it away in a small box inside me that I thought would never be opened again. But it has been.

“You never told me your name,” Negan mumbled under his breath.

“Fuck all this time we’ve fuckin’ known each other and you never even told me your fuckin’ name,” He continued, louder this time and I sighed running a hand through my hair.

“Say fuckin’ something,” Negan said, moving closer to me.

“What do you want me to say Negan!?”I snapped,catching his attention, in all the time I’d known him I’d never once shouted at him, but something inside me just snapped.

“I’ve just found out my husband is alive, and all you’re going on about is my fucking name!” I continued. Negan looked shocked out of his skin. Not once had he ever been lost for words..but now, he just stared at me silently; it didn’t last long though, he soon regained his composure.

“I didn’t even know you’re fucking name! In all the time we’ve known each other, everything we’ve fuckin’ told eachother and you never trusted me enough to tell me that!” He roared.

“I never told you my name because that name died!” I countered back.

“What?” He asked,his voice softening slightly as the confusion on his face grew.

“That name. My name...it died the day I lost Jake..Or when I thought I’d lost him. He was the last family I had, I was ready to end it all, just to be with my family again..to be with him again,” I explained, trying to keep the tears that were rising back.

“And then you found me. You helped me. And when you called me Red, I just went along with it. And then I grew to like it. You gave me a new name..a chance to escape all that happened before. You gave me a new life when you gave me that name,” I said wiping away some of the stray tears on my cheeks.

“That’s why I never told you my name, Negan, I wanted a new life,” I finished, as I did so, he let out a deep sigh and I let my eyes travel to his and his face softened as he walked towards me.

“Do you love him? Jake?” He asked, kneeling down infront of me.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, taking a deep breath.

“I know I used to love him. More than anything. But now...everything’s so different..I’m different now...and I’m sure he is too,” I continued, my voice shaking as I did so. And Negan just nodded.

“Do you want to stay here, with him?” He asked; and I had no clue how to answer.

“It’s a simple fuckin’ question, darlin, do you want to stay here with your hubby and try to make things work with him here,” He continued.

“Negan..” I began, trying to think of something to say to him; but nothing came into my mind-part of me wanted to try and make things work with Jake...but part of me wanted to just go back home to the Sanctuary. Before Negan could say anything else, Simon and Arat entered the house. But Simon was dragging someone along with him..Jake..and the moment my eyes fixed on him, my heart began to thud in my chest so loud, I swore Negan could hear it.

“Sorry to disrupt your little domestic,”Simon said, walking closer to the two of us.

“Well, what the fucks going on then?” Negan asked Simon.

“He wanted to talk to Red, when the guys outside said no, he started fighting them,” Simon explained, and Negan chuckled slightly.

“He started fighting our men?” Negan questioned, bending down slightly to look down at Jake.

“Well, I’ll be fuckin’ damned, you must’ve been a professional fighter before the shit hit the fan, there’s not even so much as a fuckin scratch on you,” Negan stated, Jake didn’t say anything, he just stared at me.

“Don’t look at her,” Negan said, grabbing his chin, forcing Jake to look at him, before Negan could say anything, Jake spat in his face. My mouth fell open, and Simon punched him across the face.

“Arat,go get Lucille and Rick the prick; I think he’ll wanna see this,” Negan ordered, and she nodded, leaving the house.

“Negan..”I said, rising from my seat and slowly walking over to him, like he was a wild animal that I was attempting to tame.

“Don’t..please,” I begged, causing him to turn around and walk closer to me, when he was infront of me he gripped my chin lightly; his signature smirk on his face.

“Oh baby doll, I do love it when you beg,” He whispered, it was loud enough for Jake to hear though; and in that instant I saw anger all over his face.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” he yelled causing Negans attention to go back to him.Negans smirk was still plastered across his face as he knelt down to Jakes height again.

“Oh believe me,I’ve touched every single fuckin’ inch of that fine ass body,” He taunted, glancing at me, his smirk momentarily turning into a wolfish grin. Jake tried to get free of Simons hold, trying to move around, probably so he could hit Negan, but Simon didn’t let him go; and then Arat and Rick walked in.

“Ah, just who I wanted to see,” Negan said walking to Rick.

“Now, I’d like my bat back,” He continued, and tentatively Rick gave it back to him; fear clear in his eyes.

“Ah, that’s better,” he stated, placing Lucille back on his shoulder.

“Negan; please don’t,”I said, walking closer to him.

“Sorry darlin, but you don’t get to talk right now,” he said not turning to look at me.

“Arat, take Red to the cars would ya,” he ordered, causing her to send him a questioning look, as if unsure of what to do.

“Did I fuckin’ stutter? I don’t want her here!” He yelled, causing Arat to nod as she pulled me away; but she didn’t get very far; I was stronger than her.

“Simon, get her the fuck out of here,” He said, grabbing Jakes collar so Simon could help Arat.

“Negan..Negan please just fucking stop,” I yelled.

“Red..stop..just stop,”Arat pleaded, looking at me with knowing eyes.

“She’s right Red,” Simon said grabbing my other arm lightly; hoping that I wouldn’t fight him. But he was wrong; it took both of them with all their strength to get me out of the house and into a car. Simon took the keys out of the car and locked the doors, leaving me stuck in the car...

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[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Following Orders

Synopsis: Negan wants to see how far Arat’s loyalty really goes...

This is my contribution to the second Negan’s Smut Week, which I am still in awe of how many amazing contributions I’ve seen this week; y’all are awesome! This is just a oneshot, so I’m not foreseeing any future chapters. But, not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud of myself with this one. I hope y’all enjoy ;)

Author: http://flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash.tumblr.com/

Characters: Negan x Arat

Words: 5,860 

Warnings: nsfw, strong language, smut, throat fucking, semi-public sex, choking, unprotected sex, Negan being a sexy mother fucker

Following Orders

“Well fucking done!” Negan bellowed, clapping one of his men on the back with a large, gloved hand.

 The raid on Alexandria had been a successful one; they had not only taken a shitload of food and weapons, but had even gotten themselves a grade-A, mullet-topped bullet maker. Rick the Prick was sure to be reeling in the aftermath, and Negan chuckled to himself at the thought of the mess he had left behind, including the guts of that pussy, Spencer, which were probably still staining the ground red. Yes, it had been a grand trip, and Negan was on an adrenaline high from it.

However, if he were being honest with himself, there was one part of the trip that he hadn’t been overjoyed about. Looking across the room, he saw Arat standing there with her usual serious expression, not one bit affected by the joyous mood of the others around her. He shouldn’t be surprised at her lack of emotion. In fact, sometimes he wondered what exactly it would take to break through that tough exterior and see what kind of woman was lying underneath the sly scowls and controlled attitude.

 Negan crossed the room towards her, walking past the rest of his men, who were smiling with glee as they rummaged through some of the boxes of stolen goods. Negan always gave his men first dibs on whichever items they wanted for themselves, as a reward for their loyalty.  

 When he made it to her side, he saw her eyes flicker up and over at him, but she didn’t give any other acknowledgment to his presence.

 Leaning down, so that his voice was near her ear, he stated, “I want to see you in my office in exactly 10 fucking minutes. Alone.”

 Without waiting for her confirmation, he turned and strode out of the room, lifting Lucille up over his shoulder and giving a slight smirk at the thought of what he had planned.

 ~  ~ ~  ~  ~ ~  ~

 As expected, there was a knock on his office door after precisely 10 minutes. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she had gotten here a minute early and stood outside the door, waiting until the hall clock hit the exact time. If there was one thing Arat did best, it was follow his orders.

 “Enter,” he yelled gruffly. He was leaning against the large window behind his desk, Lucille temporarily retired against the wall nearby, when Arat walked into the room. Closing the door quietly behind her, she took a few steps forward and halted in the direct center of the large office.

 “You wanted to see me, sir,” she stated, back straight and eyes locked onto him.

 Negan had made Arat one of his Saviors not long after her arrival at The Sanctuary. It had been apparent from the get-go, that while she was a strong woman who wasn’t afraid to kill or get her hands dirty, she also needed a leader to harness her in, to keep her from acting out and being too unpredictable. She had worked her way up through his ranks quickly, her leadership and fighting skills earning her a spot as one of Negan’s personal lieutenants. She was like a loyal watchdog, always ready to shield and protect him, if any harm came along. She helped keep him and his people safe, and in return, his zero-tolerance policy for rape and sexual violence against women also guaranteed her own safety, especially in a position that caused her to be working with a group consisting mostly of men.

 However, sometimes her loyalty and protection of him escalated to the point of being borderline unreasonable. Case in point, was the trip to Alexandria. When Negan had commanded Arat to kill someone in retaliation for Rosita’s actions, he hadn’t specified who to kill, instead allowing Arat to make the split-second decision. While he hadn’t shown any reaction to her shooting Olivia, he’d internally had a small flash of remorse for the bespectacled woman. She wouldn’t have been his first choice to kill, nor even his second or third. But what was done was done, and he couldn’t change it now. He could, however, take out some of his lingering regret on the woman standing in front of him.

 He took her in, eyes scanning up and down her athletic figure. She wore grey pants that were a few shades lighter, and more than a few shades tighter, than his own. They showcased her long, toned thighs and calves, and her feet were covered in black combat boots. Her upper half was clad in a flowing, dark grey tank top, a black sports bra peeking out from the sides and top of it. She typically wore a baggy shirt unbuttoned over top, but must’ve taken it off sometime between 10 minutes ago and now. Without it, her lean, tan arms were visible, and Negan found himself intrigued about what was under the rest of the layers of clothing. If all went according to plan, he was sure as fuck going to find out.

 Keeping his relaxed posture against the windows, he let the silence draw out for a good minute, as a way to increase the anticipation and unknown. If it threw Arat off balance, she didn’t show it, just continued to watch him steadily and wait patiently.

 “I know you distrusted her for some fucking reason, but still, was it really fucking necessary to kill her?” Negan accused.

 He was secretly pleased to see a small spark of confusion furrow Arat’s brow, as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. However, she quickly recovered, face schooled back to calm neutrality, as she replied, “She lied about the guns. Liars can’t be trusted.”

 Negan tucked his tongue into his cheek to keep from chuckling at her response. He didn’t want her to know that he found the situation amusing…at least, not yet.

 “Ah, I get it. You decided that Olivia was a liar, despite any hard evidence to fucking back you up, so you fucking shot her?”

 When Arat didn’t immediately respond, Negan took a step forward and bellowed, “Answer me!”

 “You gave me the order to kill someone. I picked the one that I didn’t trust.”

 Though her voice was calm, her eyes had dropped to the floor at his feet. The submissive gesture caused his lips to curl up slightly on one side, and he felt his dick stir at the myriad of possibilities showcased by that one action.

 “Trust…” he drawled, stepping forward again, this time circling around the side of his massive desk. “Was it really that? Or maybe…it was something else.”

 Arat continued to stare down, her gaze following his boots as they approached. They didn’t stop advancing until they were right in front of her, until he was right in front of her.

 “Were you fucking jealous of her?” Negan asked, his voice so close that goosebumps erupted along her bare shoulders.

 “No,” Arat replied, voice still firm, but so low it was almost a whisper.

 “Fucking look at me,” Negan commanded, causing Arat to jerk her gaze up to his own.

 His tawny eyes blazed into her own, his face right above hers as he growled, “I don’t fucking believe you. I think you saw me showing Olivia some attention, and you didn’t fucking like it. Why else would you hold such a grudge against her?”

 “I’m not jealous; I was just following orders,” Arat blurted, the rushed words an indicator that she had momentarily lost her controlled persona.

 Negan let a grin cross his face at her reaction, his eyes lowering to take in her chest, which was slightly heaving with her increased breathing. Considering she hadn’t been the least bit out of breath when entering his office, it was safe to say that her reaction was due to his proximity, which was exactly what he wanted.

 “Of course not, sweetheart. Let me guess, you’re just so god damn protective of me that you’d kill every woman in the vicinity, if I fucking ordered it.”

 He saw a slight spark of annoyance in her gaze, when she replied, “Would it be a problem if I did?”

 Instead of angering him, her comment caused him to chuckle devilishly, one of his glove-covered hands coming up to wrap around her chin tightly. His fingers and thumb pressed into her cheeks, scrunching them slightly, as he suggested, “Since you enjoy taking orders so fucking much, perhaps we should see just how far your loyalty goes.”

 Her eyes widened slightly at his words, and although it was hard to tell with her caramel complexion, he swore a slight blush tinged her cheeks.

 “What’ll it be, Arat,” he said, drawling her name in a way that, unknowingly to him, caused a rush of wetness between her thighs. “Do you want to leave…or stay?”

 There were a few long seconds of silence, where Negan thought, perhaps, she would indeed decide to leave, before she firmly answered, “I’ll stay.”

 Dropping his hand from her chin and taking a step back, Negan’s eyes twinkled with excitement, as he realized that she was willing to play…willing to submit.

 “If, at any time, you want to stop, that’s all you have to say. One ‘stop’ from you, and this ends.” His lips curled up into a smirk as he chuckled, “But, something tells me you won’t be saying that anytime soon. Do you understand?”

 She nodded and stated a simple, “Yes, sir,” that made his blood rush south to fill his dick. She had always followed his orders without hesitation, but now, he wanted more than that. He didn’t just want her loyalty and devotion…he wanted her submissive and begging. Not as a Savior, but as a woman.

 “Strip.”

 His voice was the commanding tone that he used when directing his men, only now, it had a slightly huskier quality to it, the one hint that he wasn’t unaffected by the situation. Well…that and the massive hint that was in his pants right now.

 He was pleased when her hands lifted to grab her tank top without hesitation, drawing the fabric up over her head and throwing it to the side, where it landed unceremoniously on the floor. Next went the sports bra, and Negan licked his lips unconsciously at the sight of her perky breasts bouncing into view. They were topped with dusky nipples that he ached to get his hands and mouth on…but not today. Perhaps next time, he would take the time to indulge; but now, he just wanted her full submission, so that he could fuck her into next week and take the edge off the constant boner he seemed to have whenever she was around.

 She toed off her boots and kicked them to the side before unbuttoning her pants and stripping the tight fabric down her legs. Negan gave a soft groan at the realization that she was wearing a black thong, her firm ass showcased for just a second as she turned to the side and tossed her pants on top of the shirt and bra already on the floor. She turned back to him, her eyes catching his and holding, as she hooked her thumbs in either side of the panties and slowly pushed them down her thighs, until they dropped to the floor on their own. She lifted one delicate foot, catching the thong on her toes and flicking it to the side, as well. She then straightened her shoulders and reassumed the same position she had been in when first entering his office, awaiting his next order.

 “The hair, too,” he added, watching greedily as she reached up and pulled out the band holding her hair up in a bun. Shaking her head, the blonde-tipped dark curls fell around her face, instantly softening her features and taking her transformation to that last step from Savior to lover.

 Negan stood there and drank in the sight of her naked body, starting at the top of her head and trailing down over her long neck and delectable tits. His eyes caressed the dip of her waist, curve of her hips, and the long, supple legs, topped by her delicate mound, which was covered in a thin layer of neatly-trimmed curls.

 Moving forward, Negan slowly walked around Arat, as if a predator circling his prey. He was impressed when she kept her gaze forward, although he did notice the way her shoulders slightly tensed when he stopped behind her. He moved in close, so that his voice was near her ear, and the warm puffs of his breath caused the curls above her shoulder to flutter softly.

 ���Tell me, sweetheart. Do you enjoy following my orders?” he asked.

 “Yes, sir,” was the immediate reply.

 “Does it make you wet?” he growled.

 There was a slight hesitation this time, before she huskily replied, “Yes, Sir.”

 Negan bit his lip to hold back a groan at her admission, glad that she couldn’t see his face, since it showed that he wasn’t quite as in control of his desire as he wanted her to think.

 “Do you think I should check, just to be fucking sure?”

 “God, yes,” she whimpered back, her body unconsciously leaning back towards him, as if searching for his touch.

 Negan grinned arrogantly, pleased with her needy response. It showed that she was quickly becoming unable to maintain the calm and collected persona that she typically showcased to everyone else.

 Lifting one of his gloved hands, he laid it on her waist, causing Arat to twitch slightly in surprise. The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing, as he slid his hand silently across the front of her smooth, flat stomach. She released a small gasp when he moved lower, the buttery fabric of his gloves gliding through her pubic hair and down to cup over her mound.

 Negan was tall enough that he could look down over her shoulder and see his hand covering her, see the way her nipples were rock hard and her belly was trembling slightly in anticipation.

 “Do you see that?” he whispered in her ear. “I’m claiming that fucking pussy as mine.”  

 Arat gazed down, as well, breath catching in her throat at both the sight and Negan’s words. Much as she was trying to keep it together, to not let him see just how much she wanted him to throw her up against the nearest surface and fuck her until she screamed, she was steadily losing any and all control. She had been conditioned to follow Negan’s orders without argument, but she never realized, until now, just how far that conditioning went. Or just how much she had subconsciously been craving this…had wanted him to dominate her and show her just how in charge he really was.

 When she felt two leather-encased fingers part her folds and enter her dripping pussy, she cried out and stumbled. If it wasn’t for his hand on her cunt holding her steady, it was quite possible she would’ve fell to the ground in reaction to the sensations flowing through her.

 Negan wrapped his other hand around her waist, to help stabilize her, as he roughly thrust his fingers in and out of her a few times before removing his hand. He lifted the fingers up in front of her face and purred, “Fucking hell, will ya look at that? That pussy fucking soaked my whole god damn hand.”

 Arat was both shocked and turned on to see that he was right. Not only were the fingers he had had inside her soaked in her juices, but it had also dripped down onto his palm, staining the leather an even darker color where it was soaked through.

 “Clean it off,” he demanded, bringing his hand closer to her face.

 She opened her mouth obediently, and Negan stuck the same two fingers, that had just been inside her pussy, past her lips. She moaned at the taste, her essence a sweet icing to contrast with the bold tang of the leather. She swirled her tongue around the digits, sucking off as much of her pussy juice as she could, before he removed his fingers from her mouth with a soft pop.

 Inspecting his fingers, he gave an approving, “Good girl,” that sent a spark of heat down her spine, and caused her cunt to clench in response.

 “Let’s find out what else that sexy as fuck mouth of yours is good for,” Negan drawled, removing his other hand from her waist and walking around to stand in front of her again.

 Arat slowly lifted her gaze to meet his own, her thighs pressing together to try and relieve some of the ache between them. Negan’s pupils were so dilated with desire that only a thin ring of amber was visible. He looked like a hungry jungle cat, and she found that she was more than willing to serve as his next meal.

 “Kneel,” Negan growled, his tone brokering no argument.

 Arat knew that, from now on, it would be impossible not to think of this moment every time he used this tone to give her orders in the future. Every time he asked her to shoot someone or scavenge a house, she was going to think of standing before him naked, his fingers soaked from her pussy and his eyes blazing a trail over her exposed flesh.

 Lowering her body, so that her knees hit the concrete floor, Arat looked up at Negan submissively, ready to follow his next orders, whatever they might be.

 She licked her lips when Negan’s hands moved down to unbuckle his belt. She watched, mesmerized, as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Shoving the jeans down just enough to pull out his hard cock, he stroked his hand over the impressive length. Arat’s mouth watered at the sight, but she held back, knowing that moving forward without his permission would not meet his approval.

 Negan was, himself, mesmerized by the sight of Arat on her knees in front of him. He could hardly wait to get between her pretty thighs and lose himself balls deep inside, what he now knew, was a fucking tight as hell, and drenched, pussy. But first, he wanted to feel those lips on his dick.

 “Open that pretty fucking mouth,” he drawled, moving his hips forward.

 Arat obeyed instantly, and Negan groaned as he slowly fed her his cock, the sight of it disappearing between her full lips almost enough to bring him to his knees right alongside her. He gripped a handful of her curls, to steady her head, as he slowly pushed forward until his balls hit her chin. She struggled to take him all in, her eyes watering as he hit so deep, that she almost gagged.

 Giving a throaty moan, Negan pulled back a few inches, before pressing forward again, slowly fucking her throat. Arat’s hands had instinctually came up to grab his denim-clad thighs. At first, they had pressed in slight protest, but as he slowly moved in and out of her mouth, she started to relax, as did her grip. She hadn’t expected to be so into this, to actually enjoy him using her in this way…but she did. So much, that she moaned around his dick, the vibrations causing Negan to give a harsh curse and jerk his hips a little harder against her. And when she reached up to squeeze his balls with one of her hands, the sound that came from his throat sounded suspiciously like a whine. If Arat’s mouth hadn’t been stuffed so full with cock, she would’ve smiled at the sound. He might be the one in charge, but she knew that like this, with her mouth around his dick, she momentarily had the upper hand.  

 Negan also realized that he was in danger of losing control of the situation, so he regrettably pulled his dick from Arat’s mouth, watching in awe as a long string of saliva hung between the tip of his cock and her tongue, before it broke away and fell to the ground.

 His hand still fisted in her hair, he used it to tug her upwards while huskily grunting, “Stand up.”

 The sharp sting on her scalp caused Arat to stagger quickly to her feet, giving a gasp as he jerked her head back and brought his face down right in front of her own.

 “Do you want me to fuck you?” he growled against her lips, causing her to shiver.

 Unable to nod her head, thanks to his tight grip on her hair, she whispered, “Yes…yes, I want it.”

 She felt as though the devil had just seduced her with his charm and invited her to hell…and she had eagerly accepted.

 “Say it!” he demanded, his hand tightening more, and causing her to whimper with pain.

 “I want you to fuck me, sir, please!” Arat pleaded. Any of the pride that had previously kept her from begging had flown out the window. Her clit was throbbing, and her cunt felt barren, begging to be filled.

 Negan’s eyes scanned around the office, deciding what his next move would be. They stopped when they landed on a spot across the room, a devilish smirk crossing his face. He looked back down at Arat, his hand finally releasing her hair as he said, “Go over to the window.”

 A bit confused, but willing to do whatever he asked, so long as it ended with his cock inside her, Arat walked on shaky legs around the desk and over to the large factory window. When she tried to turn around to face him, Negan barked, “No! Face the window.”

 Obeying, she turned and stared at the glass, a flash of embarrassment running across her chest as she realized that she was looking down at the front lawn. There was a group of women outside, hanging wet laundry out to dry, as well as multiple guards patrolling the fences. If any of them looked up right now…

 Negan’s voice suddenly appeared right behind her; she had been so focused on the scene below, that she hadn’t heard his silent approach. “That’s right, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you right up against this window, so anybody who wants to can fucking watch.”

 Those words should’ve upset her, should’ve made her protest, tell him to stop. The idea of someone seeing her like this, of risking her reputation among the men as a no-nonsense hard ass, should’ve made her want to put an end to what was happening. Instead, Arat felt her traitorous body respond, an involuntary groan falling from her throat and a new rush of wetness coating her thighs at the thought of someone seeing.

 “You fucking love this, don’t you? I bet you want someone to look up and see you. Well don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll give them one hell of a fucking show.”

 With that, Arat felt Negan’s body press into her back, shoving her forward until she wasn’t just standing in front of the window…she was pressed clear up against the glass. Her tits were flattened against the cool surface of the window, causing the nipples to become even harder in response. Her hands had instinctually come up to catch herself, palms flattened against the glass on either side of her head.

 Negan crowded her up against the large window, his body blocking her in so that there was nowhere to run…and nowhere to hide. His cock was at her back, and the entire compound was at her front, completely oblivious of what was happening just a few stories above all of their unassuming forms.

 Hands tilting her hips back and up for easier access, Negan inserted a booted foot between her own bare feet and kicked Arat’s legs so far apart that she had to lean all her weight against the glass for support. She groaned at the feel of Negan’s fingers rubbing across her slit, spreading her wetness all along her mound, and even up over the crack of her ass. The muscles in her thighs and back tensed in anticipation at the feel of the tip of his cock at her entrance…but he didn’t move.

 Whimpering, she gently pushed back into Negan, a small plea for him to continue. Instead, he gave a hoarse chuckle and said, “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that, if you want this dick. Now, fucking beg for it!”

 Arching her back further, so that her ass pressed harder back into him, Arat followed her leader’s command…she begged.

 “Please, Negan…please, I want it so bad. I want your cock in me, I…fuck…please! Please fuck me!”

 Her voice broke at the end, and Negan knew that he had succeeded in breaking through her tough exterior. Knew that she was, in this moment, completely his, and that he could do whatever he wanted to her, with no resistance.

 “That’s it, Arat. Tell me how fucking much my dirty girl wants to be fucked.”

 With that, he pushed forward, sliding his cock deep with one long, fast thrust. Arat cried out at the invasion, feeling herself stretch around him. It had been a while since she had fucked anyone, so there was a slight burn of pain, but it only heightened her excitement and pleasure…only solidified her pussy as his.

 He didn’t give her time to adjust or catch her breath; he pulled back out steadily, before sliding back in again, starting up a rhythm that was slow, but hard…and deep. She swore she could feel his dick reach the whole way to her chest, that was how deep he went. She twitched and pressed back against him with each thrust, trying to silently encourage him to go faster, to send her up to the brink of ecstasy.

 But, Negan was having none of that. His hand came down sharply, landing on her ass cheek with a crack. She cried out at the unexpected hit, the pain quickly vanishing and leaving a warm burn of pleasure in its wake.

 “You fucking liked that, didn’t you? You like having that hot little ass spanked, while I slide my dick in your wet cunt,” Negan growled.

 Arat moaned at his words. She should’ve been embarrassed, but his words rang too true for her to care at the moment. She did like it…no, she loved it.

 “Yes, please, do it again, sir,” she whined.

 A sharp cry fell from her lips as he responded with another smack, in the same exact place as before. Her pussy clenched in reaction, which caused Negan to moan and finally pick up his pace. His hips moved faster as he started to lose control, and he pushed the length of his body harder against her. Since there was nowhere left for her to go, her body pushed closer up against the glass, almost to the point of being painful. The hand, not at her hip, lifted to once more grip a handful of her hair, pushing her face forward until her cheek was smashed up against the window, his throaty voice whispering in her ear.

 “See all of them down there? What do you think they’d fucking see, if they looked up here right now?”

 Arat flickered her eyes downward as much as she could with her face pressed against the glass, taking in the various workers who were still down in the front yard.

 “I’ll tell you what they’d fucking see,” Negan continued. “They’d see your naked tits and cunt pressed up against my office window, and they’d fucking know that you were being fucked. Hell, I bet they can see your pussy juice glistening all over my dick from way down there. And they might not be able to see it, but I bet they can imagine how tight your cunt is squeezing my big, fat dick right now. What would they think of you, hmm? Of their fearless Savior, Arat, naked and begging for my dick, crying out with those same lips that were just wrapped around my cock a few minutes ago? They wouldn’t see you as just a Savior anymore, oh no. They’d see you for what you really are��my dirty fucking girl.”

 Arat, unable to find the brain cells needed to form words, moaned loudly in response. At this point, he could say anything he wanted, and she’d agree. So long as he kept thrusting his dick inside her and whispering dirty things in her ear with that sinful voice of his, he could’ve asked anything of her, anything at all, and she’d have given it to him, with no hesitation. And while that thought should’ve terrified her, instead it ramped up her desire even more, until she was whimpering and wordlessly begging him to let her come.

 Negan grunted with every thrust, his balls smacking her clit as the tip of his dick hit that spot with each slide against her clenching walls. The wet, pornographic sounds of his cock fucking her drenched pussy filled the room, and Arat was certain that if it weren’t for the window and Negan’s body holding her up, she’d have been a limp pile of limbs on the floor ‘til now.

 The hand at her hip glided around to her mound, his fingers zeroing in on her swollen clit. Arat keened at the feel of his leather-coated fingers rubbing fast circles on her clit, her thighs trembling at the effort of holding herself in place for his hands and cock. The hand in her hair let go, only to immediately lower and wrap long fingers around the front of her throat. He tightened his hold until she could hardly draw a breath, pulling her upper body back towards him and arching her back so that she was completely immobilized…completely dominated by him and unable to move.

 Her nails scratched helplessly at the glass as she tried to get her balance, but to no avail. If she lifted either of her hands, the weight of her body would fall into his hand at her throat, completely cutting off her oxygen. Instead, she gasped in shallow breaths as he continued to fuck her relentlessly, his face looming above her own as he stared down at her intently. She saw the sweat that was beading at his forehead and running down over his temples, her head tilted back so far that she could even see his clenched jaw and the vein throbbing at the side of his throat.

 He tightened his grip, that last bit on her neck, cutting off any further breaths. Instead of panicking, Arat found herself submitting. She didn’t struggle any longer, but instead relaxed into his hold, completely giving both her body and herself over to him. Right when her vision started to get blurry, and she felt light-headed from lack of oxygen, she heard his voice, which sounded as if it were speaking to her through a foggy tunnel.

 “Come, Arat. Now!” Negan commanded.

 He lifted the hand between her thighs before bringing his fingers down and giving her clit a hard, direct smack, at the same time that he loosened his grip on her throat.

 And Arat, like the good girl that she was, obeyed.

 Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, knocking into her so hard that, despite his relaxed grip on her throat, she found herself unable to breathe. Her mouth opened on a silent scream as her body exploded into a million fragments all around the room. Her vision went white and her body convulsed in Negan’s tight grip, as Arat came all over his cock.

 The feel of her body clenching and releasing on his dick made Negan let out a strangled moan as he reached his own peak. His hips stuttered as his cock jerked violently into her with each spurt of hot release. They both shivered and twitched as their bodies came back down from what had been the most intense orgasm either one of them had ever experienced.

 They stayed like that, bodies connected, and Arat still pressed up against the window, her panted breaths fogging up the glass. When Negan finally felt able to walk without stumbling, he removed his dick from Arat, causing her to shiver at the sensation, as a mixture of both their releases trickled out of her cunt and onto the concrete floor.

 Pushing herself upright with shaky hands, she slowly turned around and faced Negan, who somehow already had enough functioning brain cells to tuck his dick back in his pants. In fact, except for his zipper being undone and his belt unbuckled, he was completely dressed. He even had his gloves on, although the one was still obviously wet with a combination of her juices and saliva.

 Meanwhile, Arat was completely naked, with her hair tangled around her head and cum trailing down her inner thighs. She was also certain to have a nice red handprint on her ass by tomorrow, as a reminder of what had transpired.

 Uncertain what to do, or say, Arat stood there silently, watching Negan. He grinned cheekily at the sight, pleased as punch, that despite having been thoroughly dominated and fucked, Arat was still awaiting his orders. Still willing to be his loyal, good little soldier.

 Walking over to the pile of her clothes on the floor, he picked them up and tossed them on top of the desk. He then walked over and picked up Lucille from where she had been leaning against a nearby wall, in full view of all the action.

 Turning to Arat, he ran his tongue over his lips and looked her up and down, nodding approvingly. “I’d say we figured out that your loyalty does, indeed, go real fucking far. However, there’s still a few more…kinks, I’d like to work out before I make an executive decision regarding how well-versed you are at taking my orders. So, clean yourself up, and get your sweet ass back downstairs with the rest of the Saviors. Make sure they divvy up the goods properly, and that they don’t act like fucking dimwits about it. Understood?”

 Arat nodded softly, “Yes, sir.”

 He gave her a Cheshire cat grin in return, chuckling as he said, “Good girl, Arat.”

 He turned and walked towards the door, opening it and making his exit. However, before closing the door, he turned and poked his head back in.

 “Oh, and Arat?”

 “Yes, sir?” she replied, still standing in the same spot, and still naked.

 His eyes twinkled, as he purred, “I am far from done with you. Next time, remind me to fucking reward you, for following my orders so fucking well.”

 And with that, he was gone; Arat could hear him whistling happily as he marched down the hall. She wasn’t sure what he classified as a reward…but it was safe to say, based on the way her clit had throbbed and nipples had tightened in response to his words, that she was more than eager to find out.

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Negan x OC-She’s Mine(Part 3)

Warnings:language & angst

Third person Pov

“See now, I’m in a bit of fucking predicament here, Rick,” Negan said, turning his attention from Jake to Rick.

“This man here,” He stated, pointing Lucille in the direction of Jake, “attacked my men,” as he said that, he walked closer towards Rick, with an almost evil look in his eye.

“Now, I know you fucking remember what happens when someone attacks my men, don’t ya,” Negan said, his voice lower now, more menacing...more threatening. The memory of what happened to his friends clearly playing through Ricks mind as Negan said those words; it was clear to see, as the fear he had in his eyes that night was slowly returning as he looked at Jake, trying to work out what to do; he didn’t want anyone else to die...he knew he couldn’t bare the death of another member of this community on his shoulders.

“So?” Negan asked, raising his eyebrow, “What am I meant to do in a fucking situation like this?” He asked again, finally bringing Rick out of the memories of his friends death.

“Should I bash his fucking head in like I did the ginger and the asian?” Negan asked again, raising Lucille above Jakes head.

“Please..I don’t want anyone else to die,” Rick began, his voice quiet, scared, “He’s just found out his wife is alive...he wasn’t thinking..clearly,” He continued.

“Huh; now I suppose that is fucking true..” Negan stated, lowering Lucille back to his side.

“But, I cannot let this fucking go unpunished, Rick, you know that, he disrespected my men, he disrespected me infront of my own fucking people,” He continued, as Jake scoffed, causing everyones attention to turn to him.

“Got something to fucking say?” Negan said, , a menacing smile came across his face.

“They’re not your people, you don’t own them, they’re only with you cos they’re scared of you,” Jake stated, causing Rick to let out a sigh, as Negan chuckled.

“Do you think your wife’s scared of me?” He asked,with a wicked look in his eye, “Do you think she’s scared of me when I’m alone with her, when I’m fucking her, when I’m making her scream my name in pleasure, do you think she’s scared of me then?” He continued; causing Jake to go red with anger.

“The only reason you’re still fucking breathing is because I know how much this would fucking hurt her if I killed you, but you’re really not making this fucking easy for me,” He finished; and the room was silent for a few short moments.

“Well, seen as you don’t have any fucking ideas, Rick, may I make a suggestion,” Negan said, turning his attention back to Rick.

“He’ll come back with us, to the Sanctuary,” He suggested, but everyone knew it was less of a suggestion, more Negan telling Rick what he was going to do. The room fell silent again; Rick staring at Jake; not knowing what to do, knowing that sending him to the Sanctuary could quite easily be the thing that gets him killed. It was only when Jake sent him a short nod, that Rick looked at Negan nodding to what he had said.

“See, now we’re making fucking progress,” Negan stated, his singature wolfish grin coming back on his face as he swwung Lucille over his shoulder.

“Put him in the van, Si, we move out in ten,” He ordered Simon, and within seconds Simon had Jake up on his feet, dragging him out of the door; Negan followed shortly behind them. He didn’t even bat an eyelid when the men Jake had fought each punched him. He just kept his eyes on Red.

Normal POV

I don’t know how long I’d been sat in the car for. But it felt like forever. I hated this. I hated being treated like a child. I hated how Negan had just dismissed me like that. He’d never done that before..

My breathing almost stopped when I saw Simon come out, dragging Jake with him. He was alive. Negan had kept him alive..questions flooded through my head as to why. Negan normally wouldn’t hesitate at killing people who attacked his men; he liked to prove points in a violent way..but he didn’t with Jake..he didn’t kill him, and I couldn’t help but think why. I had to look away when the other Saviours started to punch him, not trusting that I would be able to keep my emotions at bay as I noticed Negan coming closer to the car. Followed by Simon and a very wounded Jake.

Negan opened the car door placing Lucille on the back seat and then got in, his eyes fixed on me, like a wolf looking at its prey.

“What are you going to do with him?” I asked, keeping my eyes forward, not looking at him.

“I don’t fucking know yet,” He sighed, and I just nodded. A tense silence filled the small space within the car. I had no idea what to say to him. I was angry with him for dismissing me the way he did, I was furious about how he let the other Saviours beat Jake up. I was confused as to why Negan left him alive. So many thoughts were running through my head, I didn’t even notice Negans hand on my thigh until he softly squeezed it, bring me back to reality.

“Stop over fucking thinking everything, darlin’,” He said, causing me to internally sigh, I forgot how well Negan knew me; how he always noticed if something was wrong or if I was overthinking just from the look in my eyes.

“Why did you keep him alive?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Because of you,” Negan answered simply, moving his hand from my thigh to my chin, lightly moving my face so I was looking directly at him. His eyes weren’t burning with rage anymore, instead they were soft, caring..almost loving.

“I know how much you’ve been hurt by this fucking sorry ass world; I didn’t wanna be the reason why you got hurt again..” He explained, his voice trailing off slightly.

“But,” He began, keeping his eyes on me, “If he steps on toe outta line, he’ll leave me no fucking choice; I’m doing this becasue I fuckin’ care about you, but if he does anything that I disagree with, I won’t be so fucking leaniant,” He continued, and I nodded; I wanted to argue with him, to tell him that it woild never have to come to that...but I knew that I was thin ice with Negan as it was after my little outburst.

“Don’t think this gets you off the hook either,” He stated, cupping my cheek lightly.

“What you did today, how you spoke to me; for a moment I think you forgot who the fuck you were talking to,” His voice was quieter now, but slightly harsher. I went to say something, but before I could Negan stuck his head out of the window.

“Right! Let’s get the fuck outta here, Rick I’ll see ya in a week,” He shouted,winking at Rick before starting the car up.

“Negan,” I started, lightly placing my hand over his, causing him to momentarily look down at my hand, before fixing his eyes back on the road.

“Thank you,” I whispered to him.

“Don’t thank me darlin’. Just don’t make me fucking regret it. After your little outburst today you have a lot of fuckin’ making up to do,” He said, his eyes still fixed on the road, as a small smirk came across his lips. I knew what he was talking about. I knew what he wanted. And I wanted it to. I wanted him. We’d had this little arrangement going for so long, it felt normal, he was like a drug and in all honesty I don’t think I’m ready to stop yet. Even with Jake being alive...and that’s when the guilty feeling comes in., when I think of him; .I loved him once...but it seemed like a lifetime ago...I’d moved on; and as much as I hated to admit, nor would I ever admit it to anyone else..I’d fallen for Negan.

I love Negan...

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Smut Week Contribution

So, instead of currently focusing on ID (which still has no legit smut, le sigh), I am going to focus on contributing a smutty one shot for Negan Smut Week. The topic?

Negan x Arat

*rubs hands together excitedly*

I don’t know when exactly it will be finished, but it will be at some point during the upcoming week XD

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Get your panties ready my sweet angel faces! Working on some Negan/Reader/Arat action >:D

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I am writing the hell out of this Negan x Arat one shot for Negan’s Smut Week. Here’s hoping I can keep at this pace and get it finished and posted sometime tonight :D *rubs hands together excitedly*

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Masterlist <3

Updated Masterlist: Now featuring “Stay” and “Taste”

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One Shots:

Turmoil *Maggie/Negan*

The Audition *Negan/Reader*

Drabbles:

Scream *Negan/Reader*

Tickle *Negan/Reader*

Cry *Negan/Reader*

Mistake *Negan/Reader*

Blood *Negan/Reader*

Make Me *Negan/Reader*

House Call *Negan/Reader*

Taste *Negan/Reader AU*

Pieces *Negan/Harley Quinn*

Plaid *Daryl/Reader*

Penalty *Simon/Reader*

Stay *Arat/Reader*

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