𝖒𝐢͟𝐥͟𝐥͟𝐞͟𝐫͟ .ᐟ

‍ ‍ ( there is no act. negan is one of very, very few who knows exactly who the hell he is. that much will never change. he can do just as he’d like, whenever the hell he’s feeling in the mood. go on, playboy———try and break him. all he knows now is he wants a kiss. ) ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ‍ ( negan is a man not so easily embarrassed﹔ matter of fact, the callback has those bunny teeth of his sinking into his lower lip———gaze trained onto the opposite pair with such hunger. whatever you say, big boy. whatever you say… ) ‍ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ‍ ( he’s 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 decided most things are only okay when 𝗵𝗲 does it. there’s not much of a gotcha to be had, lest he begin whining. lying bout what, hm? he’s practically a fucking saint﹔ he tells no lies. ) ‍ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ‍ ( win stupid prizes. fine, fine——𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏. don’t think he even knocked the coins out his purse right no ways. didn’t slip out nothin’ but a few tears, not even a daddy—— ) ‍ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ‍ ( he gotta tell everyone he let some fuck more ancient than he is blow out his pucker like a botched gauge or .. ? ) ‍ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ‍ ( has done that older fella. raw. AMEN. ) ‍ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ‍ i like freaky ladies, older fellas, women that want me fuckin’ dead, ﹠ blonde twinks. that’s IT. ‍ ‍ ‍

⠀ ⠀ i’m dizzy. i’m really dizzy. ⠀