⋆.˚I love that man ☾ like nobody can...⭒.˚

⋆˚꩜｡Soo what's up? There's like a 99% chance I won't post more than filthy drabbles n whatnot on here, but feel free to whisper your evil little ideas into my ear* and maybe I'll even respond.⋆˚꩜｡

I'm Michael and I write so yuh that's it, also I'm

⋆˚꩜｡so y'know do with that what you will. If writing anything, it'll probably be transman, male, or gender neutral reader. My page is for anyone, but just know I don't feel comfortable writing a fem perspective. Take a look at whatever writing is recent to get a feel for what evil whispers I might answer. 18+, mdni. That's all, have fun y'all.⋆˚꩜｡

*footnote: if I'm overwhelmed with my askbox/requests, I'll change the symbol from 👂 to 🛑 to let y'all know–STOP! If you send a request while my stop-sign is up, I won't answer it!✮⋆˙

"Mmphh- Jesus, kid, tastes fuckin' amazing," he groaned against your cunt, holding your thighs steadily on each side of his head. The vibrations of his voice made you squirm against him, which only served to make him grin against your sopping hole.

You choked on Negan's cock or let him fuck you silly anytime he saw fit, but he had never done this before. He had never taken the time to do this for you, but it was beginning to seem like he enjoyed it more than you did. He mumbled filthy praise and greedily lapped at your clit as his beard scratched your thighs. Your thighs clenched around his head and your back arched against the mattress, "s'much..daddy- please, 's too much..." you whined, tears starting to slip down your face from the sensation.

"Sh- shh, sweetheart, you're okay. Dad's gonna make you feel real good, sweet boy," he said lowly against you pussy, gripping your thighs tighter to pull his face impossibly closer. The pressure made you writhe against the sheets, his tongue plunging into your hole to taste you better before sucking your clit almost too hard.

His rough enthusiasm was enough to slam your orgasm through your body, messy tears slipping down the apple of your cheek as you tried–far too late–to warn him of your orgasm. "Ne- daddy, dad, I'm-" you whimpered as he kept eating you through it.

"Mm- attaboy, give it to me. Let dad taste that immaculate little dick of yours," Negan ordered, tongue swiping across your folds. The way his eyes closed, you almost thought he had lost his composure in the taste of you, but he pulled away moments later.

He let your legs flop back onto the bed, spit and slick dribbling down your asscrack and coating your thighs, as he wiped his mouth with his arm and laid back next to you, "thanks for dinner, kiddo."

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Did you like JP's Mister Marathon, or no?

I did, but I think they underused and abused him.

What about JP's Sam D and Cordell W?

I appreciate u for responding either way :)

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