OBEY ME.

“ in case you haven’t caught on, i just slipped my DICK down your throat and you t h a n k e d me for it. ” indie negan rp blog written by day. semi-selective & 18+ only.

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“this is fucking bullshit.” (with love from rick)

     “sorry, ricky boy! what, were you expecting to bob for apples at the county fair?”

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‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

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                               Contrary to popular belief, Blaire was a pretty self-sufficient woman. She always had been, even in her youth. Blaire didn’t like to depend on people. It was too…loose. Too open ended. She liked to know how things were going to go and how they were going to end. 

          He did rescue her, that part was true. It irritated her that now, she appeared weak. Blaire had been a kiss away from a bloody death. She could practically already smell her rotting flesh. The shock had gotten the best of her for once, making her unavailable for defense.

              “Thank you, my night in shining armor.” She mocked. Still catching her breath, her chest heaved as her heart trembled like a frightened deer being cornered by starving wolves. Sweat prickled her forehead. Blaire could practically feel her heartbeat in her cheeks. She didn’t mean to be rude, but she was a little thrown off by almost dying and his cocky words.

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me @ people who drop threads:  i aM SO *clenches fist*…. not angry at all because it’s your blog and you can do what you want and rping is a hobby and you never gotta force yourself or your muses to do anything thank you. seriously guys i need you to remember that it is ALWAYS okay to a) drop threads  b) reply to a MILLION other things first  c) let things sit in your drafts for AGES if necessary. this is your hobby and you shouldn’t stress over replies. please keep in mind that you don’t owe anybody on here. also please keep in mind that i am awlays open for NEW things if you are not feeling a certain thread. take care, have FUN– it’s what this website is for. improve your creativity, have fun and, if anything, REDUCE your stress. not add to it.

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&. ARGUING STARTERS.

“i can’t believe you.”

“are you serious?”

“we’re not finished. i’m not just going to let this go.”

“so you don’t trust me?”

“fuck you.”

“you know me! and the fact that you still think i’d do that hurts the most.”

“i miss the old you. i don’t want the person you’ve become.”

“you never understand.”

“you said the same thing last time.”

“i’m so tired of constantly doing this with you.”

“you don’t even try to see it from my perspective.”

“i’m not apologizing.”

“hell if i care.”

“this is fucking bullshit.”

“why are you always the one who’s breaking my heart?”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“i hate you.”

“you never keep your promises.”

“out of all the things you’ve told me, what was true?”

“i can’t even look at you.”

“do you even love me anymore?”

“i’m fucking done.”

“i shouldn’t have ever trusted you.”

“you’re being unfair.”

“i’m not going to keep being your little secret. i deserve better.”

“i’m leaving.”

“just… just go.”

“i thought you’d be the one to make me happy.”

“you don’t even pretend to care about me.”

“i don’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me.”

“don’t go.”

“i never asked for this.”

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saviorbombshell:

                ‘ THERE my handsome husband is!” Bella smiled, flipping her RED curls over as she posed in the doorway and SMIRKED that pretty little smirk. “How do you like this little ensemble I put together for you? Is the dress short enough?” She twirled around and then made her way closer to him, POUTING that sweet little pout that Bella mastered. “I MISSED you, baby. Can I get you a drink? Your favorite?” SC // @aintgonnabite​

     wasn’t his wife a pretty sight to see? bella had always been the more pleasant ones to look at out of all of his wives. he slithered an arm behind her, pulling her closer with his gloved hand. “not as short as i’d like, but it’ll do for now,” he said, hand following the curve of her back onto her plump ass; he gave it a squeeze, and then a quick, but hard smack. “you know just what i like, sweetheart. make sure y’add a little extra TLC in there, won’t ya?”

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needfulthings:

    Scarlett lifted her head a little too proudly when released. She’d remember that one, and make him pay. However, that was going to have to wait. “Your men sure do know how to treat a girl.” As if she were some innocent thing. “They learn that from you?” 

   She wasn’t ready to get on her feet quite yet. He was circling like a hungry shark–her the bleeding fish. “Breaking bad,” she scoffed, echoing his words. “It was only a little something to get me tweaked.” Getting brave, she looked up at him. Pout a little more, she mused. Put on the puppy eyes and that should be enough. While she had heard a few scary rumors, she did not know Negan. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

     he wears the devil’s smile as he looks down at her, taking a moment to sit down in front of her. he sits on a comfortable leather couch, basking in the glory of being king, level with her as their eyes met. “while i appreciate that smart mouth, little girl, i’d be careful what i say. if you think they’re rough, you ain’t gotten to know me too closely, have you?” 

     and then she tries to pull the puppy dog eyes on him as if she thinks it’s actually going to work, and he bellows out a laugh. “jesus christ, druggie. you know the long arm of the law ain’t gonna accept a set of puppy dog eyes as an apology for your crime. you’re in jail, sweetheart, and there is still fuckin’ bail to pay. -- let’s make this interesting. how do you think i should punish you?”

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oflovcrs:

                         ✧・ﾟ:* — she sighs heavily, pushing her head back onto the wall behind her. she eyes him up and down. “were you molested as a child?” she asks, squinting at him. she didn’t know what hiked the question to the forefront of her mind and had her blurting it out, but it was a question she wanted an answer for, nonetheless. 

     “well, fuck my ass, sweetheart. forgive me for tryin’ to have a little fun, judgin’ the sticky-fuckin’-situation we’re in right now,” he says, laughing. he looks at the dilapidated door and then back at her, a mischievous grin adorning his face. others might have feared this situation, but negan always finds a way. “i mean, i’m sorry, would you rather have me take my fucking foot off of this fucking door and let ‘em have at your fine ass as a distraction for me to get the fuck outta here? ‘cause... you’re closer to the door, angelface. i would be careful what you say.”

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ofbruiises:

“oh, something nice, huh?” emma teases, a laugh rolling out of her. she’s not looking for a diamond necklace or a declaration of love and she’s not nearly stupid enough to think that’s something he’s into. thank fucking god. romance isn’t really her thing, but fucking and attention? that she can work with. “sounds good to me.”

     “well, fuck me for trying to show a little bit of my cavalier side,” he says, smirk on his lips, that kind and gentle part of him disappearing for a moment as he playfully takes on a rougher demeanor. “what would you rather have me do, hm, sweetheart?” he slips an arm around the small of her back and roughly tugs her against him, pressing her closer. his leathered hand slithers up gently only to forcefully grab a fistful of her hair. “you wanna get that fuckin’ pussy wrecked, hm? you don’t want no god damn mercy today, is that it, little red?” 

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twitchydriver:

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     Neil had to avert his eyes when Negan hit the walker with his bat. No matter how many times he saw this happen, it was something that he couldn’t get used to. Taking a deep breath, he looked back to the other man with a scowl. “Can’t we just get going? I’m sure we’ve got better things to do than beat the shit out of random walkers all day.”

     “really?” he stopped in his tracks, turning on the dirt road to look over at the other man. he pointed the blunt end of his bat straight across, meeting the distance that separated the two of them. “see this?” he asked, waving the bat in front of his face, rotten flesh falling right off of the wood and near his boot. it’s like he got a kick out of seeing him squirm. “this is some grade-a walker guts and brains and fuck-all. as far as i’m concerned, the whole damn world is infested with these rodents, and damn it, neil, i am the fucking exterminator.” 

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hercinisms:

he certainly knows how to make her feel special. she can’t remember the last time she smiled this much. negan’s so different from the other men she’s known. he actually respects her. “are you my sugar daddy now?” she asks in a teasing voice as she closes the distance between them. “more, huh? that’s a mighty generous offer. what i really want right now, though… is you.”

      sugar daddy rolls from her mouth straight from the cane, and on days when negan’s in a good mood, that shit’s hard to resist. he lets out a chuckle, his gaze traveling up to meet her own as she steps towards him. he likes the way she makes him feel, a strong, powerful, big man holding onto this little delicate flower of a thing. some days he wants to crush it; days like this, he wants to admire it. “well, fuck, baby girl. i see a lotta fuckin’ mouth but not where i want it. why don’t you show me some gratitude for dressin’ you up like that, hm?” 

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daughtergrimes:

                             “YOUR PEOPLE do not need that. Put it down.” Alex raised her gun when one of Negan’s saviors stepped forward to grab at the SILVER chain necklace on the table. It was hers and it had been her mother’s. She looked to Negan, glaring. “Now.” SC // @aintgonnabite

      “Well ho-lee-shit. Is it just me or does the entire Grimes clan just love pointin’ guns at me?” he snickered, unbothered by the barrel that faced him. He gave a stern look to the soldier, who handed him the dainty, silver chain. “Relax, tits. I just wanna see it. Is it yours?”

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                                                  OBEY ME.

                           indie negan smut blog written by day. semi-selective & 18+ only.

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‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

       “Oh, c’mon, kid. Don’t you know a little fun when you see it?” A wide grin spread across Negan’s face as he took another hard swing at an aimless walker, laughing when the corpse’s brains splattered onto the dirt ground.

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ofbruiises:

“i’d be a lot more surprised if you said you did,” emma says with a laugh, still absently tracing the curve of his jaw with the tip of his finger. “like what? i’d suggest fucking, but we do that anyway. it’s not like we can go to a restaurant or some other romantic bullshit.” she pauses for a second, thinking. “target practice? hang out somewhere, shoot some walkers and see who gets the most headshots?”

      “Sounds romantic, but... not special enough,” he said, all of a sudden having some interest in making her day special. He’d been swarmed with work and meetings all day for God knows what during a fucking walker apocalypse, but he figured devoting some time and attention to Emma would certainly relieve all that. “Tell you what, baby. Let’s do that-- pack some kinda picnic and head out, find a nice, romantic spot in the woods. Then I’ll give you somethin’ nice. Sound good?”

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miserieah:

Something went cold behind her eyes as his hand closed around her wrist. She jerked her head back and looked back up at him with an expression like iron, defiant.

“Didn’t mean to offend, sir.” She replied, and pulled back at her arm.

     “Well, ya did.” The words were spat out like venom towards her. He could give less of a shit who this woman was, all he wanted was for her to leave. “So -- you fuckin’ leaving yet or do I have to make you? ‘Cause you’re one word away from getting dragged outta here.”

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miserieah:

Grace hadn’t been there long. It had only been a few weeks since the Saviors swept into her settlement, killed their leader and scattered them to the winds within their territory. No one had explained the rules, it was be useful, earn your points, or go on the fence.

So she stepped forward again and got down on her knees, reaching for his telt buckle.

      Negan looked down at the brunette as she got on her knees and reached for his belt. A scoff left his lips and he swatted her hands away. “God fucking dammit, woman! Can’t you tell a joke when you see one? Like I said the first time,” he said, gripping her wrist in his gloved hand, “leave.”