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All That Glitters
Pairing: Thor x f!reader
Summary: The new Agent assigned to work with the Avengers gets a very warm welcome to the team.
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+ only), swearing
A/N: I was plot-bunnied by thorfanficwriter (link to post in first reblog) - hope I did it justice! Another one-shot based on beard glitter is also planned.
Based on the characters in this story and the fact that Thor’s MCU timeline is a bitch to work round, it’s set around the time of Ultron and assumes Jane Foster is out of the picture.
All feedback and comments gratefully received. Masterlist is on my bio header.
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It wasn’t how you’d planned to spend your evening. Pressed up against a wall, hidden from prying eyes in a dark corner of the bar, skirt rucked up over your hips, being fucked senseless by the God of Thunder.
TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Lines We Cross”
Imagine for the premiere of season 10
Summary: With some of Negan’s new earned freedom, the Reader and Negan finally have the possibility to live out some of their dreams before the news about the Whisperers casts a shadow over the idyll
Warnings: Smut
the last part /all other previous parts (You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)
Today was a good day. The sun was shining brightly, only a couple puffy white clouds were dappling the blue sky, the infirmary was running smoothly, and the streets of Alexandria were filled with people enjoying the warm weather. Winter was far gone, the snow storm only part of your memories by now and almost as much as the seasons had changed, your situation had too. It had become quiet around the whole whisperer topic, everybody knew they were in a way omnipresent on their side of the border, but they hadn’t strayed from it, giving the communities a bit of an opportunity to breathe and overcome the deaths they had caused as well as possible. And not only the situation of the communities had changed, your personal one had too and you could be reminded by it simply by looking outside the window. Down there by the field of tomatoes crouched a tall man, picking the ripe red ones off the bushes while each of his movements let the thick blue shirt he was wearing tense over his broad back. He shifted a little, adjusting his position before pushing the gray cap on his head deeper, trying to let it shield him more from the sun before he reached back down, though not without halting for a moment. He turned his head, only just enough to look up at the window and glimpse at you, his concentrated mien from before vanishing as a grin let his lips curl up and let his dimples show beneath his salt and pepper stumble show, before he winked roguishly at you. Negan was out.
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Shake Hands with the Devil pt.1
Summary: Laila was hungry for revenge ever since the death of her sister. The only way to fight the monster who killed her is the confront him in his natural habitat: the Sanctuary. As she infiltrates the kingdom of the leader of the Saviors in the hopes to kill him, things will not go the way she thoroughly planned. What will she do now that Negan has gotten her in the palm of his hand?
Pairing: Negan X OFC
Warning: None for now but eventual smut
Tags: revenge, hate, possession
Word count: 2361
A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first fiction that I ever post anywhere, and I chose Negan as the male protagonist because I’m literally obsessed with his character. I also chose a black protagonist because I couldn’t find ANY good fics pairing Negan with even a person of color on Tumblr, fanfiction.net or even Ao3. Since there wasn’t anything I could identify myself with, I decided to write my own thing. Hope y’all enjoy. PS: English is neither my first or second language so please be patient and correct me if there are mistakes or it’s not coherent. Also, the text in italics is in the past and time-lapse are separated by asterisks.
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For the past weeks, I’ve been doing everything possible that was asked of me to do in the Sanctuary. Attending to my duties, keeping my head down, staying away from trouble and most importantly, avoiding the leading man of the Saviors. But here I was now, sitting face to face with him in his “office” and waiting for my faith.
“Well, well, well” Negan started as he stood up from his seat. “Here we are again, Laila. Just you and me. Last time we were here together, you infiltrated my kingdom, killed a dozen of my best soldiers and then, came to this very room with a gun pointed at the back of my head to avenge your sister’s death.”
I avoided his gaze and stayed silenced. Just being in his presence made me sick to my stomach. Unlike everyone around here, I didn’t fear the man with the barbed-wire bat. Whatever reason he called me in here for, good or bad, he could just get to the point, so I didn’t have to converse with him any longer than I wanted to.
“So, you’re just gonna stay quiet? I remember you being pretty chatty the first time we spoke.” He snickered. “Don’t you wanna know why I called you in here?”
“Not really. Whatever sick, twisted mind game you feel like playing today, I don’t think it’s going to require me to respond back to you.” I finally broke my silence.
“Still quick-witted huh? With your track record, I wouldn’t be so mouthy with me. I mean, I did spare your life and let you become one of my hit women. My most reliable one too.” He responded as he got to the seat closer to me.
“I don’t know how grateful I can be after everything that you’ve done” I caught my breath remembering the terror he caused this past year to me and my entourage. “You kept Sasha captive, you used her life to blackmail the Alexandrians and you led her to kill herself. Oh, and let’s not forget you terrorizing and murdering the members of my community. “
“I thought that we buried the hatchet on your sister’s passing sweetheart. And also, on the deaths of your Alexandria buddies.”
“You mean like Glenn and Abraham? They are not my ‘Alexandrian buddies’ they were my family. And no, I still haven’t let that go since I can’t give anyone of them proper justice.” I said angrily to Negan who just stared at me grinning.
“Don’t really remember the two others but I do miss that strong-headed Sasha from time to time” He said which made my blood boil even more. “Could have used her warrior skills here. Good thing you’re here the replace her memory.”
“Leave her name out of her mouth.” I fired at him. His words were really getting to me.
Talking about my big sister again was making me so emotional but I didn’t want Negan to see me vulnerable, so I held back my tears and stare right back into his sneering eyes. I needed to be as fearless and strong as the day I was going to kill him. Even if it was weeks ago and I clearly failed my mission, I still remember that day like it was yesterday.
**
Negan was wandering by himself in his office where he holds up his meeting with some of the Saviors and probably torture some others. I peaked through the crack of the door and as soon as his back was turned, I sneaked in with my AK-47 directing at his head and locked the door shut.
“Don’t you move now motherfucker” I spat at him as he raised both his hands up to surrender. Even in that position, I could still sense the smirk from that bastard.
“Can I at least turn around to see the face of my perpetrator?” Negan eventually said. “I wanna match the face to the sweet voice I’m hearing”
“Empty your pocket first ” I ordered.
“Bossy. Just how I like em” He said as he threw on the floor all his weapons.
“Don’t be smart with me. I’m gonna search you now and I better find nothing” I patted him down to his ankles in all the usual hiding spots and found a pocket knife that I threw with the rest of his armoury.
"I usually don’t need to use this one. Forgot I had it on me. Sorry sweetheart”
“Don’t give a shit. Turn around and stop calling me sweetheart.”
As soon as he saw me, he immediately recognized who I was. And that infamous grin of his slowly faded away.
“Remember me?” I asked, my voice getting angrier from seeing his face so up-close. “The name’s Laila. Not sweetheart or whatever pet name you tryna call me”
“Ok. Laila, it is then. I do remember you; you’re Sasha’s sister. I think it’s pretty obvious now why you’re here.”
“Yes, I am. I’m going to fucking kill you. For Sasha and every single person that I cherished that you killed over your ego power trip. You fucking psychopath. “ I snapped at him. His smirky little face might have gone away but he still was unfazed about whatever I was saying to him.
"Darling, if you want to end me for some sort of revenge, you’re gonna have to take a number” He said back mischievously.
“Don’t call me darling either!” I barked at him as I charged my rifle at him.
“Wooah woah Laila!” Negan shouted finally shaking in his boots "Even though I know you’re very much capable of doing it, you don’t really wanna kill me”
“What makes you think that? I want your head on a stick more than anything”
“Well, with the massacre that you already caused downstairs, adding me to the list would make you an even more disgusting person that I am”
“You and I are not the fucking same. You knew about the damage I literally just did to your people inside the Sanctuary and chose to stay in your own little space, turning a blind eye. How can call yourself a leader after that?” I said to him even more furious than ever.
“Maybe it was all part of my plan” Negan confidently said with a malicious smile.
“What pla—” I didn’t have time to finish when a sharp object hit the back of my head.
As I fell on the floor, the two last things I saw in between two blinks were Dwight behind me with a gun in his hand and a walkie under the table that was open during this entire encounter. After that, everything was blank.
I woke up possibly hours later tied up to a chair in a small dark room. The daylight coming from the small window brightened the room which meant that I was unconscious all night. In the corner to my right, Simon was standing there waiting for me to wake up. I immediately started squirming and moaning in pain when I saw him calling Negan with a radio. I tried to scream for help but the clothe wrapped around my mouth prevented me from it. It wouldn’t have amounted to anything anyway since Negan’s tall figure entered the room as I was struggling to loosen my restraints.
“Morning sunshine!” Negan exclaimed as he approached me doing his signature “leaning back” jig with Lucille tightly gripped in his hand. “As much as I love the sound of your voice with your mouth gagged right now, I’m really curious to know what you’ve got to say for yourself after the shitstorm you caused yesterday.”
He gestured to Simon to leave us alone and took off the cloth to let me speak.
“Fuck you, you prick.” I said to him without even a flinch. He could bound me all he wants but he wasn’t going to take my dignity, and I could see that it was getting him mad. Negan took his precious bat to lift it up underneath my chin.
“It’s not a habit of mine to put my hands on a woman but if you keep disrespecting me like that, I’ll make an exception. Got it? “He threatened me with the most dominating expression I’ve ever seen. Knowing what he could do, I just nodded.
“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’ve seen some of your work on the guards that you executed on your way to kill me and I gotta say, I’m very impressed. I don’t usually do this type of thing with perpetrators who try to gun me down but for you sweetie, I’ll bend the rules. From now on, I want you to be a part of this community as one of my hitmen or should I say hit-woman.”
“So, you want me to kill other people for you, even though I tried to kill you? Thanks, but no thanks ”
“Well, I don’t think you really have a choice sweetheart. It’s either you work for me or I feed you to the walkers that we keep in a cage at the back of the Sanctuary”
As he said that, he pushed Lucille harder into my chin. I definitely felt more threatened and trapped. With my hands tied, both physically and figuratively, I had to accept his offer.
“Fine. I’ll do it”. I finally said feeling like I fell right into the trap of the big bad wolf.
“Good. Here are the conditions: You’re going to work solely into protecting the Saviours which means no going behind my back to help the Alexandrians or to try to kill me again. If you don’t respect this, I won’t be afraid to use my Lucille here. Are we clear?”
“Yes..“ I surrounded. As soon as I did, he let go of Lucille off my chin.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Negan said a leaned closer to me and put his hands on the handles of my chair. “Whatever pet name I feel like calling you, you’re gonna have to accept it. It’s my kingdom after all and if you’re gonna be part of it, you’ll live by my own rules. Got it, sweetheart?”
I just nodded back and at that point, I didn’t know if I was more disgusted by his cruel behaviour or by myself for being a sellout.
**
And just like that, I became one of Negan’s executioner. Although, from my perspective, I became one of the killing monsters who did Negan’s dirty job for him. Any enemy, walker or human, who is a menace to the Sanctuary gets a bullet right in the skull from me whether I like it or not.
The first week was the hardest. I was so miserable being stuck in this place. It wasn’t because I failed my initial mission or even because I was away from my group with no news from them. It was just the daily apprehension of possibly having to gun down Alexandrians who could try to sneak into the Sanctuary like I did. With me going missing and Rick’s thirst for vengeance as strong as mine, it was very likely to happen. Fortunately, another Saviour told me that the day after my infiltration, Negan paid a visit to Rick and the members of Alexandria to tell them that I was now part of the Sanctuary. He also warned them that if any of them tried to come to my rescue, they would risk their life and mine.
It might not have come from the heart, but I still feel like that threat was a gesture from Negan to ease their minds and mine. So that I could accommodate myself better to the situation, I guess. And after that, I didn’t hear from Negan until today.
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“Alright now, I won’t speak of her again, especially since she’s not the reason I wanted to meet you today.” Negan said after our back and forth about Sasha. I didn’t understand why he would talk about her knowing how it would make me feel. God, what an asshole he could be.
“What is it then?” I asked him indifferent about whatever he was going to respond.
“Usually, when I meet Saviours in this very room, it’s generally to punish them after they did something wrong, to betray me perhaps.” He said with a deadpan look in his face. At first, I didn’t care about the reason he wanted to meet me but, with those stern eyes staring right back at me, I couldn’t help but gulp. As soon as he saw me sweat a bit, Negan chuckled lightly to himself. “Don’t worry honey, it’s not your case, you can relax”
This motherfucker. He couldn’t help himself but to toy with me a little for his own sadistic pleasure I can only assume.
“You have nothing to worry about precious. Your situation is quite the opposite actually. All I’ve been hearing from everyone around here is how great you’ve been doing. And honestly, their opinions don’t really matter since I’ve been keeping an eye on you daily” Negan surprisingly said.
“Like spying on me?” I asked quite unsettled.
“Not spying on, just keeping an eye like I said.” He corrected. “It’s not like you’ve been doing anything shady babe. I observed you from afar and all I saw was a great warrior protecting her community.”
“You mean forced into protecting it? The Sanctuary is not my community.” I told him very truthfully.
“Whether it was intentional or not, I saw how well you fought and I wanted you to know how pleased I am to see that. Which brings me directly to the point of this meeting”
“I thought we were never gonna get there. Why did you call me here?”
"Hush sweetheart. I’ll tell you eventually, but I need you to keep an open mind”
“Ok..”
“I wanted to promote into a position that will give you the best accommodations you can get in the Sanctuary while still being my main hit-woman”
“What position is that?
“I want you to become one of my wives”

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Daddy Negan {Negan Smut}
Word count: 1.7k **Rated MA for mature audiences only!** Notes: In celebration of Negan smut weekend! @negansmutweek Gifs are not mine. This MIGHT be a two part thing, if I’m feeling nice, aha~ Summary: You accidentally call Negan daddy in front of everyone. {Part Two} {Part Three}
You stayed locked up away in your room, hugging against your legs, burying your face into your knees, trying to keep yourself together. The words slipped from your mouth without thinking and in front of so many people, you groaned out, trying to forget this horrible mess. Your chest still heaving from the run up here, the moment those words fell from your lips, you took off, leaving everyone in the room not daring to look back, you couldn’t bare with the judgmental eyes.
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Leave Me Breathless
CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 8x15!
Summary: After a fight to the death, Negan decides to take out his leftover adrenaline on an innocent bystander…and that innocent bystander is you.
Characters: Negan x female reader
Words: 4,008
Author’s Note: Soooo I couldn’t get THIS idea out of my head, and I decided to try my hand at it. I was a bit shocked at myself, to find that this immediately went darker and dirtier than I had originally planned, but I’m pretty proud of it, even the parts that aren’t just smut. Here’s hoping y’all enjoy the ride ;)
PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS!!!
Warnings: explicit smut, dubious consent, dominance/submission, fear kink, breath play/choking, knife kink, degradation/humiliation, a tiny moment of daddy kink, fluid play, death scene at the beginning, explicit language
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya ;)
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You watched in silent horror, along with the rest of the Sanctuary, as two men tussled in the middle of the large room. They hit into each other with a low thud, like two battering rams colliding. You gave a low gasp when the taller man decked your leader in the face, sending him spinning. He was only deterred for a moment, as he straightened himself and hauled off a punch of his own, fist connecting with his opponent’s chin with a loud crack.
The two of them were growling and yelling like deranged beasts, a loud juxtaposition to the silent and still onlookers. You were in the front row, getting an up close and personal view of the testosterone-filled battle. You knew that this couldn’t end well…that only one of them would walk away as champion…only one would walk away alive. And yet, just like when one sees a car pile-up or a house on fire, you were unable to look away. You all stood silently and watched with bated breath, no one willing to make a noise or sudden movement that might draw the attention of the two men.
The large Savior, Simon, was thick and muscled, and had started out with the upper hand when he threw the first punch without warning. However, Negan was lean and quick, and he had pure rage on his side. His eyes almost glowed with the fire of vengeance, as the desire to punish Simon for his insurrection pulsed through his body and fueled his brutal movements. When he threw Simon to the cement floor and climbed astride him, hands at his throat, you lifted your own hand to cover your mouth, eyes wide as saucers as you watched his fingers tighten on the larger man’s windpipe. Spittle flew from his mouth, as Negan furiously accused Simon of being disloyal, his hands never wavering from the other man’s throat. You weren’t fully able to register what he was saying, your head full of a loud buzzing noise, as disbelief and morbid fascination caused goosebumps to erupt across your flesh.
You had never thought about what death would sound like. Sure, you’d seen plenty of walkers, even seen plenty of dead bodies…mangled bodies…bloated and deformed bodies. But you’d never actually seen the life leave someone, never considered that it would have a sound.
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I’m so upset that I lost what I was reading and I can’t even remember what the title was for it
me talking to my pet, in the same gentle and soft tone you would use talking to an infant: hey assmaster what the fuck is in your mouth
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Well guys it’s been fun, and I’m sorry if I’ve dissapeared for a while. Tumblr was getting to difficult to use on the phone when it came to writing fanfics, HOWEVER! THIS DOES NOT MEAN I HAVEN’T BEEN WRITING!
I may have updated a certain Negan fic and posted it on AO3 but not on here.
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Yours, Always: Pt. 8
Summary: When a kind stranger comes to the reader’s aid out on the road, she finds herself drawn to him and desperate to learn more about this handsome man with kind eyes and a devilish smile. But, when she discovers that he is the monster that is threatening her community, she pushes him out of her mind until a hastily scribbled letter finds its way to her door. That simple note will take them both on a rollercoaster ride that neither one of them had bargained for.
Pairing: Negan x Reader
Warnings: Language
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Negan was restless. His quarters were cool, the windows cracked open to allow a little of the chill night air to drift in, a welcome relief from the heat that had built up over the course of the day, and yet sweat clung to him as he paced back and forth. A tumbler of whiskey was clasped between his fingers, the amber liquid sloshing as he moved. It was late and he’d had a long damn week, so he should be sleeping like a baby by now, but no. It had been the same since he’d made the decision to let Y/N break things off. It had been the right thing to do, he was certain of that, but it was killing him – not only her absence from his life but not knowing if she was okay, whether Rick had laid a finger on her. Dwight had reported back after his visits that she seemed fine, but it still left an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He’d put her at risk and, if anything happened to her as a result, it would be on his head.
He saw her every time he closed his eyes: her easy smile, the wrinkle of her brow when she frowned, her eyes sparkling as she laughed. Fuck, she was a cute little thing, and it pained him that he’d let her slip through his fingers. He should’ve tossed her over his shoulder outside that gas station, brought her back here and locked her up until she gave in and agreed to be his wife, but, in the back of his mind, he knew that he wouldn’t have wanted to do it that way. She wasn’t just a pretty face. He actually liked this girl and she seemed to like him. Plus, she had a stubborn streak a mile wide and there was no way a day or two in the cells would have been enough to break her. If anything, it would have just driven her further away.
It would help if he could find another release. After his disastrous evening with Frankie, he’d gone back to avoiding his wives, unable to face a repeat performance, or lack thereof if you wanted to get funny about it. He had a reputation to maintain and being God’s gift to women was a significant part of that. If word got round that he couldn’t… Well, it would be the beginning of the end for him.
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Yours, Always: Pt. 8
Summary: When a kind stranger comes to the reader’s aid out on the road, she finds herself drawn to him and desperate to learn more about this handsome man with kind eyes and a devilish smile. But, when she discovers that he is the monster that is threatening her community, she pushes him out of her mind until a hastily scribbled letter finds its way to her door. That simple note will take them both on a rollercoaster ride that neither one of them had bargained for.
Pairing: Negan x Reader
Warnings: Language
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Negan was restless. His quarters were cool, the windows cracked open to allow a little of the chill night air to drift in, a welcome relief from the heat that had built up over the course of the day, and yet sweat clung to him as he paced back and forth. A tumbler of whiskey was clasped between his fingers, the amber liquid sloshing as he moved. It was late and he’d had a long damn week, so he should be sleeping like a baby by now, but no. It had been the same since he’d made the decision to let Y/N break things off. It had been the right thing to do, he was certain of that, but it was killing him – not only her absence from his life but not knowing if she was okay, whether Rick had laid a finger on her. Dwight had reported back after his visits that she seemed fine, but it still left an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He’d put her at risk and, if anything happened to her as a result, it would be on his head.
He saw her every time he closed his eyes: her easy smile, the wrinkle of her brow when she frowned, her eyes sparkling as she laughed. Fuck, she was a cute little thing, and it pained him that he’d let her slip through his fingers. He should’ve tossed her over his shoulder outside that gas station, brought her back here and locked her up until she gave in and agreed to be his wife, but, in the back of his mind, he knew that he wouldn’t have wanted to do it that way. She wasn’t just a pretty face. He actually liked this girl and she seemed to like him. Plus, she had a stubborn streak a mile wide and there was no way a day or two in the cells would have been enough to break her. If anything, it would have just driven her further away.
It would help if he could find another release. After his disastrous evening with Frankie, he’d gone back to avoiding his wives, unable to face a repeat performance, or lack thereof if you wanted to get funny about it. He had a reputation to maintain and being God’s gift to women was a significant part of that. If word got round that he couldn’t… Well, it would be the beginning of the end for him.
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