||Most of my storylines died here. If anyone is interested in writing? Favorite!

Clears throat. “Hello fuckers.”

|| may or may not be writing crossovers soon here

Playing ping pong.

And did I say fucking “bong” , Blondie?

—now!

This girl— well you know what? I would love to get high right now. You know what I won’t get? FUCKING HIGH!

… are you fucking serious? I might just want to bash your brains in. What do you think about that?

… You are one broken broad, aren’t you? Come… sit here. Tell me all about it. I’ve got all fucking day.

“Right here. Right on my lap. “ Yes, he’s patting his leg. And listening. “So You have a thing for crazy fucking men?” He smirked. “Tell me more.”

Negan chuckled as her arms slid around his shoulders, moving an arm around her waist. Hand on her back, fingers stroking gently. “Oh /fucking/ crazy men. Well you’re in the right seat, princess.” He smirked at her. All flirting.

“Yes….” He breathed, feeling her tongue across the stubble of his jaw. He eased into her, large hand playfully grabbing her backside. “I handle more than ping pong balls.” He teased her, winking once at that. Low chuckle escaping.

“Have you?” Negan smirked at her as she squealed in his touch. He leaned over to whisper by her ear, lips grazing her neck . “I bet you’d love to see how I’d fucking handle you.” He smirked, hand rubbing her backside.

“That can’t be true.” Negan spoke to her as he felt her hand under his shirt. Muscles tended as he leaned into her touch. His hand roamed lower on her, tracing her skin. “I think you should let me fucking try.”

|| debating making a triumphant return soon.

|| sweet!!!

Playing with his “bat” don’t mind him.

|| finally getting caught up on the last season. I miss Rick so much

|| how the mighty have fallen to $2.99

|| I have slowly moved to book RP accounts if anyone is interested in the fandoms/ characters I write