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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as NEGAN The Walking Dead: Dead City S01E03 "People Are a Resource"

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MONEY POWER GLORY

club owner!joe kessler x exotic dancer

A/N: this piece goes hand in hand with @billybutcherxyou / @foxiewrites and I’s DBF!Butcher series. best to be read alongside their most recent post, so make sure to check that out first. (cw: themes of manipulation, power dynamics, implied threats, and mentions of the adult entertainment industry.) NO USE OF Y/N

summary: Kessler, the sleazy owner of Club Kess, where petal works, dangles promises of fame and fortune, but his intentions are far from pure. Highlighting petal’s willingness to play his game, even as she’s fully aware of the dangers that come with it.

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She walks into the dimly lit office at the back of the club, the heavy bass from the music outside thrumming through the walls. Kessler, the club’s owner, sits behind an oversized mahogany desk, a fine Cuban cigar smoldering between his fingers. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and the faint tang of his expensive cologne. His eyes, sharp and calculating, follow her as she approaches, amusement flickering in them.

“Ah, there she is,” Kessler purrs, his voice smooth like honey with an underlying edge that makes your skin crawl if you listen too closely. He leans back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he gestures for her to sit. “My favorite girl.”

She offers him a small, confident smile, though there’s a tightness in her chest she can’t quite shake. She’s been working for him for some time now, just barely making enough to have a little extra cash after repaying her father’s debts and getting out of every negative situation. Billy still couldn’t seem to get off her ass. She’s good at what she does, and she’s determined to be more than just another one of Kessler’s showgirls.

Once she had even the slightest taste of financial freedom to splurge on a cute top or take herself out to lunch somewhere nice, she’d never go back to her old life. Her life had been full of losses, wins, failures, and falls.

Kessler’s gaze never wavers as she takes her seat across from him, the leather chair creaking slightly under her weight. He exhales a long plume of smoke, watching her with that same calculated amusement, like a cat playing with a mouse.

“I’ve been watching you,” Kessler continues, his eyes narrowing as he takes a drag from his cigar, the smoke curling around his face like a serpent. “You’ve got something… special. A spark, if you will.”

“You’ve been doing good work, sweetheart,” he says, the endearment slipping from his lips like it’s second nature. His voice carries a certain weight, commanding attention, respect, and maybe even a little fear. “Better than most of the girls who walk through that door.”

Her smile widens just a fraction; the words hit their mark. She’s been craving validation like this—something to tell her that all the hours, the effort, the sacrifices are worth it. The faint praise settles into her bones, stoking the fire she keeps burning inside.

“Well, I aim to please,” she replies smoothly, her voice laced with just the right amount of sultriness. She knows how to play her part, knows what Kessler wants to hear. And she’s more than willing to give it to him if it means getting what she wants in return.

Kessler’s smirk deepens, his eyes glittering with something dark, something dangerous. “That’s why you’re my favorite, baby,” he purrs, leaning forward slightly, his gaze locking onto hers with predatory intensity. “You’ve got the looks, the talent, the drive. Everything a girl needs to make it big. And I’m gonna make sure you do.”

She feels a thrill of anticipation run through her at his words. She’s been chasing this dream for as long as she can remember—the idea of being more than just another face in the crowd, of standing out, of having everything she’s ever wanted. Money, power, glory. The trifecta that’s kept her going through every hardship, every setback.

“A-anything, Mr. Kessler,” she says, her voice almost a whisper, leaning in slightly as if she’s afraid to miss a single word. “Tell me what I need to do.”

Kessler’s smile is almost fatherly as he leans back in his chair, taking another drag from his cigar. He likes this part—the moment they’re fully under his spell, ready to do whatever it takes to make his promises come true. He’s seen it a hundred times before, but there’s something about her that makes it all the more satisfying.

“It’s simple, really,” he says, his tone almost conspiratorial. “You just keep doing what you’re doing, baby—keep turning heads, keep bringing in the crowds. Make them want more of you, make them crave you. And when the time is right, when you’re ready, we’ll take that next step.”

He pauses, letting the words sink in, watching as her eyes widen just a fraction, her breath catching slightly in her throat. He’s got her, and he knows it.

“What next step?” she asks, her voice hushed, almost afraid of the answer.

Kessler’s smirk returns, sharper this time. “Movies, baby. Real stardom. You’ve got a face for the camera, and I’m gonna make sure you get there. But you have to trust me, follow my lead. Do that, and you’ll have everything that pretty little heart o’ yours desires.”

She bites her lower lip, a move she knows he finds irresistible, playing into the moment. It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear—the promise of something more, something bigger than the life she’s been living. Dealing with her asshole of a father and his gambling debts, instead of living the life of a normal girl her age, she was working the pole at Club Kess. She’s come too far to turn back now, and Kessler knows that. He’s got her wrapped around his finger, and she can’t even bring herself to care.

“I trust you,” she says, the words coming out easily, as if they were always meant to be spoken. “I’m a big girl, I can take it,” she adds cheekily.

Kessler chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends a shiver down her spine. He reaches out, brushing a thumb across her cheek, the touch as possessive as it is comforting.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Stick with me, baby, and I’ll make sure the whole world knows your name.”

She feels her heart pound with a mix of fear and excitement. She’s heard the rumors, knows what happens to the girls who fall out of Kessler’s favor, but she’s convinced it won’t happen to her. She’s different. She has to be.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze locking onto hers with predatory intensity. “You want more than just the dance floor. You want to be a star.”

The word hangs in the air between them, heavy with unspoken promises. She can feel the pull, the allure of everything she’s ever wanted, dangling just out of reach. But there’s a part of her, the smart part, that knows there’s always a catch when someone like Kessler is involved.

“I do,” she admits, keeping her voice soft, almost vulnerable, knowing that’s what he’s looking for. “But I know it’s not easy. I’m willing to work for it.”

Kessler’s grin widens, and for a moment, she can see the wolf behind the businessman. “That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart,” he says, his tone oozing with false sincerity. “You’re different. I see big things in your future. Movies, magazine covers, hell, maybe even your own show one day.”

The flattery is relentless, and she finds herself nodding along, even as a small voice in the back of her mind tells her not to fall for it. But it’s hard not to, especially when he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

The words are intoxicating, and for a moment, she lets herself believe them. But then Kessler’s gaze hardens, just for a split second, and she catches a glimpse of the man behind the mask—the one who’s willing to destroy anyone who doesn’t play by his rules.

“But remember,” he adds, his tone shifting to something colder, more menacing, “this business is tough. It chews up the weak and spits them out. You keep up your end of the bargain, and I’ll keep up mine. But cross me… and, well, I’m sure you know what happens to girls who get on my bad side.”

She forces herself to smile, to play along with his game. “I won’t disappoint you, I promise,” she says, her voice smooth as silk, hiding the unease coiling in her gut.

“Good girl,” he replies, the smirk returning as he leans back in his chair, satisfied. “Now, go out there and show them what you’re made of. Got big plans for you.”

She nods, offering him one last smile before she turns.

As she’s about to leave, Kessler’s voice cuts through the lingering haze of cigar smoke. “Actually—hold on a sec, baby,” he drawls, his tone smooth but with an edge that halts her in her tracks. She looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow in silent question.

Kessler reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out an old Polaroid camera, the kind that spits out instant photos with a soft mechanical whirr. He holds it up, a sly grin spreading across his face. “One more thing before you go. Gotta get a picture to go with the others, yeah? Keeps things personal, keeps us close.”

She hesitates for a moment, feeling a strange twist in her gut. This wasn’t part of the usual routine, but then again, Kessler always liked to blur the lines. “A Polaroid?” she asks, forcing a light tone, though she can’t keep the edge of suspicion out of her voice.

Kessler chuckles, but it’s a low, menacing sound that sends a shiver down her spine. “Just for the collection,” he says, as if that explains everything. “A little keepsake for me. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

The unease deepens, but she can see the challenge in his eyes, the unspoken command. He wants her to trust him, to play along. And if she refuses, if she makes a scene, she knows what that might mean for her future here.

So, she swallows her discomfort and flashes him her best smile, the one she reserves for customers she’s trying to impress. “Of course, Mr. Kessler,” she says sweetly, stepping closer to the desk.

Kessler’s grin widens as he raises the camera, the lens glinting in the dim light. “Say cheese, darling.”

She hears the click, followed by the whir of the camera spitting out the photo. Kessler catches it before it hits the desk, holding it by the edges as the image slowly develops.

She forces herself to stay calm, to keep that practiced smile in place, even as Kessler’s gaze flicks between her and the photo with a predatory glint. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, more to himself than to her, before he slips the photo into his desk drawer, locking it away.

“Alright, baby,” he says, his tone returning to that of the smooth-talking club owner. “You go on now. Remember, I’m watching.”

She nods, mutters a soft “thank you,” and finally makes her exit, feeling the weight of his gaze on her until she’s out the door. As she steps back into the dimly lit hallway, the thumping bass from the club outside washing over her like a wave, she can’t shake the feeling that she’s just crossed some invisible line, one she might not be able to step back from.

But she pushes the thought aside. This is what she wanted—what she needed. If playing Kessler’s game was the price she had to pay for her shot at fame and fortune, then so be it. She’d play, and she’d win.

Because she knew one thing for sure: in this world, you either play the game or get played. And she wasn’t about to let herself become just another one of Kessler’s pawns.

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Rising From Embers ⋮ ☆

Close Quarters ⋮ ☆

Wildflower Woes ⋮ ☆

Under The Radar ⋮ ☆

Healing Touch ⋮ ☆

Breaking Through ⋮ ☆ ⋮ ☾

Troublemaker ⋮ ☆

Falling Deep ⋮ ☆

New Blood In An Old Place ⋮ ♡

Crossfire ⋮ �� ⋮ ☾

Imperfectly Perfect ⋮ ☾ ⋮ ♡

Revved Up ⋮ ☆

Walking The Dog ⋮ ☆

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Among The Ruins ⋮ 𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶

bittersweet saccharine ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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A Taste Of Sin ⋮ ☆

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Among The Ruins ⋮ 𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶

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The Fine Line ⋮ ☆ ⋮ ☾

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𝗟𝗮𝘄 & 𝗢𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿: 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁 ⋮ 𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗞 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗗 ⋮ 𝟮

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𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘁 ⋮ 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥 ⋮ 𝟮

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After Hours Duty ⋮ ☆

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𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝑾𝑫 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎: 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 2010.

𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦! 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘖𝘛���!

𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆: 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪-𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴.

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔: 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵.

𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆: 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥-𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦; 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳!

𝐀𝐎𝟑: @𝗝𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝐖𝐀𝐓��𝐏𝐀𝐃: @𝗝𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝔐𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔄𝔡𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣… 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫!

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[slvtfornegan]

Bound in Blood

Characters: Negan x fem!reader/ one of his wives (female), Simon

Warnings: swearing, smut

Notes: GUYSSSS this is one of my first fics, soo… we read and we don’t judge. I will try to make some more, just let me know if you like it and if I should continue writing, ca honestly that’s so ass byeeee. Enjoy)

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She was one of Negan's wives, she couldn’t the other way. Her and her sister barely made it until they found the Sanctuary, and now she had been under his grasp for two months. Two months since she had arrived at the Sanctuary, had become one of the wives of a man who had blood on the hands of a huge number of people.

Her sister was diabetic and that stuff was hard to get these days. But when she saw that the points weren’t enough she agreed to his other proposal… and it consisted of her being his wife, whom he treated more like an object than a woman with emotions.

However, it wasn’t all bad. She couldn't hate Negan, after all he had saved her when she was ready to die, gave her and her sister a roof, food and the medicine her sister needed. Also she found herself really enjoying being around him despite everything. Negan embodied the epitome of her ideal man despite his crazy behaviour sometimes: handsome, funny, sociable and damn good at sex, and to her surprise a very good listener despite the man yapping all the time and being a total dick. He made her feel things that she’d never experienced before with any of her sexual encounters.

He looked like he came from some sort of magazine cover. His dark hair was usually slicked back, the salt and pepper stubble that sprinkled his stone hard features were accompanied by such a beautiful smile, revealing his perfect white teeth, his dimple lines now more evident when he smiled. And those eyes.. those hazel almost green eyes were making her skin tingle whenever he threw a glance in her direction.

Which with time she found herself wanting more and more, not able to keep her hands off of him.

She felt herself getting attracted to him. It was so hard, because it was Negan after all. It was such a twisted situation and she couldn’t tell anyone, nor her sister, because she knew they couldn’t understand.

She wasn’t scared that much of him even though he could be scary as fuck. When she dared to talk back, they had this back and forth, which he seemed to let slide and lead to other things every time.

Walking down the hallway, her heels echoed on the cold floor. She was trying to find Negan because she had something to talk about with him. He wasn’t in his room, which meant either he was in the meeting room either somewhere… around this place.

She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face as she turned a corner. The Sanctuary was massive, a maze of hallways and rooms, and even after two months, she still felt like she could get lost in it.

Finally, she heard voices coming from the meeting room. The deep rumble of Negan’s voice was unmistakable, followed by laughter from a few of his men. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling nervous. She didn’t know why-she had been around him so much that she should be used to this by now. But something about approaching him in front of his men made her pause. She was seen as his possession, his toy, his pet. None of the people in the Sanctuary were really taking seriously his wives.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door.

Negan was leaning back in a chair, boots propped up on the table, Lucille resting against his leg. He was laughing, clearly in the middle of some joke, when his eyes landed on her. His expression shifted instantly-his ever-present smirk appearing as his gaze raked over her.

“Well fuck,” he drawled, dropping his feet from the table and sitting forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Look who’s gracing us with her presence.”

She straightened her spine. “Can we talk?”

Negan tilted his head, studying her. “That depends. This a fun kinda talk, or am I about to get my ass chewed out?”

She ignored the glances crossing her arms. “It’s important.”

Negan’s smirk didn’t fade, but his expression did shift, just slightly—enough for her to know he was actually taking her seriously. He turned to his men. “Alright, boys, show’s over. Get the fuck out.”

They didn’t hesitate, filing out of the room without complaint.

Once the door shut behind them, he leaned back again, spreading his arms over the chair. “Alright, sweetheart. You’ve got my attention.”

She hesitated. Now that she was alone with him, the words seemed harder to find. She took a deep breath. “It’s about my sister.” That got his full attention, his expression shifting to a serious one. He had a feeling where this was going. “She’s running low on insulin. I know you’ve been keeping her stocked, but… it’s not enough. She’s been rationing, and it’s getting dangerous.”

Negan was quiet for a moment, his fingers tapping against Lucille’s handle. His eyes never left hers, and for a brief second, she wondered if she had pushed too far.

Then he sighed. “Shit. Alright.” He stood up, rolling his shoulders. “I’ll send a crew out to scavenge more. No guarantees, that shit doesn’t grow on trees, but we’ll do what we can.”

Relief flooded her. “Thank you.” She murmured softly.

“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I take care of what’s mine.”

Her breath caught. It wasn’t just his words it was the way he looked at her too. “Come here.” He signalled with his fingers for her to come closer and she immediately obeyed, making her way towards him and sat on his lap.

Negan let out a low hum his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in as he leaned back in his chair. His warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, and she felt her pulse quicken. “Damn you’re tense.” He huffed, rubbing her hip in circles.

She bit down her bottom lip thinking for a moment “Sorry, I’m just-“

“Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours about it. I will try my hardest to find the meds for your sis. I’m a man of my word.”

She leaned her head down, close enough, so her breath ghosted over his lips as she talked “I know..” she murmured, her hand running down his chest under his leather jacket.

His smirk widened against her lips “Damn right you do.” He hummed. Suddenly, he gripped her throat gently, electing a moan from her, and crashed her lips down onto his. His tongue teased her bottom lip, coaxing her lips apart, and she did. She allowed herself to be consumed by the moment, overwhelmed by presence of the man in front of her. Her hands move up his chest and slowly wrapped around his neck, moving to his dark curls, giving a light tug, electing a small moan from him.

Her lips chased his as he suddenly broke the kiss, leaving her hanging and wanting more, “You are so fucking beautiful,” his words vibrated against her flesh when his mouth lowered from her lips, down her jawline and toward her neck. His wet kisses were causing her to heat up and she was yearning for more while the rough stubble teased at her skin. Her head tilted to the side giving him more access to her skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Oh how he loved getting these reactions and sounds out of her, they were never fake, she clearly loved the attention he was giving her, even though she always denied it.

His hands moved further and further up, under the dress, and she parted her legs more, as his hand slowly reaching the edge of her panties.

God no, she didn’t come here for this. The thought of someone entering on them made her both embarrassed and more excited “Negan..” she panted softly

He groaned as his fingers rubbed her through her panties finding the dampness of the material “shit baby, you’re already dripping for daddy and I barely even touched you.” he grunted. he could feel himself aching to be inside her, his cock twitching in his pants as she whimpered.

“Negan-“ she gasped again her eyes widening slightly as he teased her.

His smirked against her neck grew into a devilish grin as he heard the gasp leaving her lips. He pressed his finger against her core with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch.

“yes baby?” he teased his lips attached to her neck, his free hand holding her hip still.

“Someone could enter-“ she only managed to whimper out but that didn’t stop him. Grabbing her thighs he hooked her legs around his hips and sat her ass on the edge of the table. His rough fingertips caressed over her revealed flesh and it made her bite down on her bottom lip. Rolling his hips, Negan rubbed up against her while he had his body firmly pressed up against hers.

Now the torturously steady grind between her thighs making it hard for her to focus, his stubble scraping against her skin. “Let them enjoy the fucking show then.“ he grinned against her skin, his lips finding hers in a heated kiss.

He pulled back briefly, his breathing uneven, a low growl escaping his lips. “You wanna make a scene doll?” he grunted, his eyes dark and glittering with both lust and mischief.

The thought of that made her moan as she looked at him, his hands now under her dress lifting it up and gripping her thighs. Fuck it. She caught his lips in another kiss her hands moving to his belt starting to undo the loops.

A whimper fell from her throat when Negan pushed the material of her panties aside so he could tease his rough fingertips over her most intimate parts. There was an eagerness to get Negan’s pants apart while he caressed over her body in the most seductive and talented sweep. Finally getting the zipper down, she pushed the material down enough in the front to reveal his hardened cock to her sight.

Negan’s eyes were hooked on her like a hawk while she wrapped her palm around Negan’s length, taking her time to test flesh in her grasp. The deep, raspy moans that Negan was releasing was driving her crazy. “Please…” she begged, her eyes lifting to his seeing the fire of passion burning in Negan’s hazel eyes while she worked him in her palm. “I want you. So bad.” She nudged her heel up his ass to make him press his tip in her entrance

And finally Negan’s hips thrust upward while he had a firm grasp on the backs of her thighs. “Negan,” she cried out his name, her fingers tugging firmly at his hair while he eased his body into her. The warmth of his body filling her compared to the general overall coldness and emptiness of the room.

“Fuck this pussy is my favourite.” Each thrust was drawing soft moans from her throat filling the air around him. Quickening the pace of his body inside of her, Negan moaned out himself with the feeling of her body clinging tightly to his. Knowing that they were in the meeting room where people could easily catch them made this whole encounter so much more heightened for the both of them.

The sound that Negan made showed that he was happy to hear her every reaction and every single time his name fell from her lips, that while his hips continued to smack up against her. The metal desk creaked under them, echoing in the room.

The tip of his cock hit her g-spot again and again having her shaking with absolute delight. “You’re so damn tight. Feel so fucking good…”

“God yes..” She gasped out, her nails digging into jacket, holding onto him tightly.

He was rough and demanding, taking what he wanted and she loved it, the feeling of being wanted, of giving herself to him.

He let out a deep growl against her neck and started whispering in her ear with each thrust, all the dirty things he’d do to her after this, the dirty little things he’d make her do for him, and all the times he’d make her cum, and grinned as he felt how his words were affecting her, her face buried in his neck her legs trembling, her little cunt clenched around him as her orgasm washed over her.

“Yeah that’s a good fucking girl..” he praised but it came out as a low guttural moan. “Fuck..” He felt like his own release was approaching so he grabbed her hips and slammed into her a few more times before his hips stilled, but Negan knew better than that and pulled out of her making her whine in protest, and gave his cock a few firm strokes as he came on her thigh.

He panted against her neck, they both were, trying to regain their breaths as their bodies slowly came down from the high.

He slowly looked down at her, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “Fuck you’re so damn perfect..” he breathed out placing a small kiss on her collarbone.

Trying to catch her eyes roamed over his futures. His slicked back hair now was slightly disheveled, two strands of it, hanging down his now sweaty forehead. He looked so good. Too damn good.

He ran a hand down her body, a satisfied smile on his face, enjoying the way she was looking at him, like he was a goddamn meal. “Gotta be careful with that look, I might go for round two and three against this wall if you keep it up.” He grumbled making her huff, in embarrassment that she got caught. But he really was gorgeous.

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing, but it was impossible with him looking at her like that—like he owned every single inch of her. In a way, he did.

Her fingers traced the damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead, brushing them back. It was an intimate gesture, one she hadn’t even thought about before doing it. Negan’s smirk softened, just slightly, before he pressed another lingering kiss against her jaw.

She hated how much she liked this. How much she wanted him.

Negan pulled back just enough to study her, his hazel eyes gleaming with something almost unreadable as he pulled himself back in his pants, buckling the his belt.

She shook her head, stepping off the table and smoothing down her dress. She needed to get out of here before she completely lost herself in him again.

“I should go,” she murmured.

Negan leaned back in his chair, watching her with amusement as he reached for wrist. “Mmm. Running off so soon? Using me like that and then just leavening me?” He pouted dramatically, and she rolled her eyes.

“I think you have better things to do anyway.” She muttered

Negan raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his gaze as he caught her wrist, tugging her back toward him, settling her in his lap once more. His grip was firm, but not threatening, just enough to hold her there. “Better things, huh?” He grinned, his eyes scanning her face like he was trying to read her thoughts. “Sweetheart there’s no better thing than be inside that sweet pussy of yours and you looking at me like that.”

With a roll of her eyes She smiled down at him but before she could say something back a voice snapped them back to reality.

“Boss-“ Simon entered the meeting room, finally reaching for his boss.

She realised her hand from his grip and stood up, not wanting to question his reputation in front of his men, and Negan looked at her with a pouting expression as if disappointed that she actually pulled away, as id she wasn’t already his.

Negan let out a frustrated sigh turning his head to the man. “What’s it Si?” He grumbled

“Sorry for interrupting,” he threw a knowing smirk to his boss and then at her then looked back at Negan “but i think you wanna hear this.”

Negan let out a low grunt grabbing the handle of Lucille and stroking it up and down. “We’ll continue this later.” He reached out and pressed a small kiss on her knuckles. Watching him being gentle despite his crude words earlier, was something so unusual and stirred something inside her.

With a small nod she made her way to the door where Simon stood with his hands on his hips watching her like a hawk, and threw him a glare. She really didn’t like the man. She had a bad feeling about him. She pushed past him bumping her shoulder into him with an annoyed huff and made her way out of the room.

Simons eyebrows shot up and scoffed looking after her. Simon chuckled, shaking his head as he turned back to Negan. “That one’s got some fire in her.”

Negan smirked, resting Lucille against his shoulder. “Oh, you have no idea, Si.” His eyes lingered on the door she had just walked through, amusement flickering in his expression before he leaned forward.

“You seem really fond of her lately. Is her pussy that good?” Simon didn’t lost the chance to mock his boss.

“Keep your dick to yourself.” Negan growled, clearly not a fond of being mocked “and watch what you say to me.” But deep down he knew Simon was somehow right. He unconsciously was choosing her every time in the past few weeks. Damn he was in deep shit.

[myloveoffandoms]

One More Thing

Warnings: Age gaps? (reader mid 20s then all the dads of the show lol) I don't think anything else? Horrible grammar sorry.

Parings: Negan Smith x Y/N, Daryl Dixon x Y/N, Rick Grimes x Y/N

Summary: When Negan visits Alexandria for the first time and he plans on taking one last thing before he leaves.

Notes: Cleaning out my word docs. I have no clue what this is?? Only re-read once for editing.

Word count: 1.1k approx

Credit for divider: @Baexywth

“Well, well and who do we have here?” A man standing slightly infront of Rick sings out. I’ve assumed his name is Negan. After recent events. I look away from where people- his people were throwing random items from our homes into the street.

I make eye contact with him, unsure who he was speaking to. I glance around searching to see if he was in fact speaking to me or someone else.

“Cat got your tongue?” Negan asks his smile easing ever so slightly. He maybe evil but the salt and pepper beard and green eyes made him immensely attractive.

I eye him up and down for a moment, clearly taking too long when Rick speaks up. “That’s —”

“No! Rick. I’m speaking to her.” Negan cuts him off. He eyes me like I’m a meal, something he wants to devour. I shift slightly on my feet.

I wait one more moment seeing his smirk almost fade from his face before I answer. “It’s y/n” I say simply.

“What a pretty name, for a fine-looking woman.” He speaks low with a newfound smirk.

I glance once at Rick, then once to Daryl. Daryl looking the worst I’ve seen. I didn’t want to look away, but my instincts told me not to linger. I looked each one of Negan’s men in the eye before finally landing back to him.

“Not a woman of many words I see”

I don’t react just continue to hold his gaze.  “Now if you don’t stop looking at me like that… We might just have to go somewhere… more private” His expression almost darkening at the comment. I scolded myself mentally for shifting at the comment. I didn’t want him to see me nervous, weak.

Ricks hand tightens around the bat he holds, his knuckles almost white.

I roll my eyes mentally for I was about to play into this man’s games.

“Excuse my… rude welcome. I don’t tend to play well with strangers.” I smile lightly. I intertwine my hands in front of me. More so to hold something and not show anger or nervousness.

He smiles brightly at my comment.  “Oh my, do you hear that? A voice as sweet as honey!” He walks closer to me. “You, will be joining us.” He eye’s me up and down once more.

I eye Rick for a moment. Unsure of what to do.

“Walk on this side of me darlin’.” His hand gestures to the opposite side of Rick.  I look at Daryl as I walk to Negan’s side. Daryl looks at me once then quickly back to the ground.

I wanted to run and hug him. Tell him he will be okay, but I can’t. Not without Negan knowing how close I am to certain people. Something in me is telling me to hide it.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Sometime passed as we walked around, Alexandria. Negan mainly speaking to Rick but having small conversation with me from time to time.

“So, how did a pretty young thing like you end up at Ricks Camp?” Negan asks.

I always loved being referred to as an object. “I’m not a thing.” I turn to look at him.

He stops and looks at me tilting his head ever so slightly. “My bad darlin’. How did a pretty, young woman end up at Ricks camp?” He rephrased.

“Walkers attacked, he found me. Helped me out and well here I am.” I say holding my arms out for a moment. Locking eyes with Rick. I would never say it to him but how he stood right now was the most docile and weak I had ever seen him. Negan watches me for a moment.

“Ahh, Rick. Didn’t know you were the type to save a damsel in destress.” He laughs out. Grabbing Ricks shoulder “Or was it just cause she’s hot?” He says loud enough for others to hear but into Ricks ear as if a secret conversation. Rick tenses at the comment. Holding Negan’s stare.

“I’m not one to judge but she’s a little young for ya Rick.”

“No” I start to speak. “I mean, it’s not like that.”

“Oh, and how exactly is it?” Negan turns and questions me. I look to his jacket, the belt at the bottom, the leather all still intact. I like it, if he dies I want it.

“I mean… He sees me as a sister or friend… not… anything else.” Hell for all I knew Rick seen me as a child, but that was a fact I wasn’t willing to admit to myself. Negan laughs at me more of a chuckle then a full belly laugh.

“Oh, Darlin’…” He is cut off by a commotion that takes his attention. Although fear goes through me that he will hurt someone else. I’m thankful for the conversation to come to an abrupt end.

Did I find Rick attractive? Yes. Did I find Daryl attractive? Yes. Are both men old enough to be my father? Also, yes. Negan was good at telling when someone was lying, and I did not want to admit I had any attraction to older men. Especially Rick and Daryl.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Negan’s men were filling up the last of the goods they planned on taking from us. Daryl had been put in the back of a truck. I was no longer able to see him. I could feel my heart break when he didn’t respond to the asinine request of pleading his case to stay.

“Oh, and Rick… she comes with us.” My heart drops for a split second it feels like I’m in a free fall.  He can’t mean… I look between Negan and Rick.

“She—” Ricks eyes pleading.

“Now.. consider it a gift. I’m making it one less mouth for you to feed.” Negan states sternly.

“She’s an asset—” Rick attempts once more.

“I said! She comes with me, or do I need to teach another lesson?” His tone signifies there is no room for debate and although asking a question, his demeanour tells its rhetorical.

“Stop… I’ll go…” I step closer to the two men. I didn’t want to leave, this had become home but I knew I needed to do my part, and right now that meant going with him to keep the peace.

“Y/n” It’s a whisper. Rick wants to argue, but even I know he won’t fight Negan.

“I’ll be okay…” I say quietly looking at Rick once more before going over to Negan.

“Now, that’s a girl.” Negan smiles triumphantly as I stand beside him. “You’re riding with me sweetheart.” I look to the truck and see Negan opening a door, waiting for me to get in. I look over my shoulder one last time and then climb inside the cab.

A/N: no sweet clue what this is...

[editfandom]

The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live

[jazzypeeps]

I watch the walking dead for the plot

- the plot

[pagingdr-iverson]

S O super mad with the internet right now bruh I swear it! Why y’all ain’t tell M E that The Walking Dead is BEYOND LIT? SMH lol. I accidentally got into this show sooooo randomly recently. Thank YOU and shoutout to Pluto Tv. Richonne is my favorite ship! 😍🤷🏾‍♀️🤣 I’m even contemplating buying the comics. If anyone wants to say if they’re just as good or not really. I’d appreciate it. That’s all, that’s the post lol.

[crimsonboomerang]

These two have the same energy sometimes I see Tallahassee and Cooper Howard being friends just like Negan I can see the banter now with these two they would finish each others sentences, bond over there love of western movies, have a beer together, and crack jokes I so want a fanart of this so bad with my three favorite characters and give it a silly name like The Bad Boy Gang this is hilarious to me I just want them to team up and also it be like Tallahassee and Negan will say you'll be the first to die but I like your enthusiasm then Cooper Howard joins in and agrees with them saying now you're getting it finally smart people I like these dudes attitude that's how I would see it play out plus I had this in my head for a long while just had to get it out there.

[shittysawtraps]

Hello walking dead season 8-11 writers. Across the room, you will notice I have gathered historical abolitionists John Brown and Nat Turner, as well as activist Malcom X. They have each been given a loaded gun and enough ammunition to kill all of you. Your task is to write a scene where rick grimes explains to his black girlfriend that they need to spare the guy who enslaved them and everyone they care about (and give him the easiest and cushiest life out of any character on the show since the zombie apocalypse started) and present the scene to your audience. Good luck.

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Jeffrey 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

April 22,1966

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

22 Aprile 1966

[londoncapsule]

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as NEGAN The Walking Dead S09E08 "Evolution"

[highinmiamiii]

hello everybody! i wanted to post this so things could be a little easier to navigate, i’m really not the best at this whole thing yet so please let me know if any of the links don’t work or anything is confusing. i currently write for billy butcher and joe kessler but am open to possible writing for more in the future, send me whatever requests or thoughts ab billy n kess and we’ll see if i can make it happen. MOST OF THESE CONTAIN SMUT OPEN AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+ MDNI this will of course be ever-evolving and i will be adding the links as i post more but this is what i have for yall for now <3 love ya all

CURRENT AUs:

latest: NO FEELINGS — billy butcher x past lover!reader, partially set in 90s london part 1

Club Kess — club owner!joe kessler x bimbo reader x dbf!billy butcher part 1 part 2

Prison butchie — criminal!billy butcher x jersey wife!reader part 1 part 2 part 3

STAND ALONES:

Mr. & Mrs. Butcher (inspired by mr. & mrs. smith)

Know it don’t come in a shot glass — Butcher x reader part 1 part 2

MOODBOARDS/HEADCANONS:

London Calling

P!LINKS

dbf!butcher

MISC. THOUGHTS

dilf butchie thots…

soft sweet hubby vacation butchie thots

[sarcasmchandlerbing]

Remember this quote by Negan?

"Bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together. Sittin' around the table at Sunday dinner in the happily ever after. No. Doesn't work like that, Rick. Not anymore."

Negan was so wrong. Of course, people died along the way, not all from Team Family didn't survive, but he was wrong and he was there to witness that himself.

In the end, they were sitting around the table at Sunday dinner in the happily ever after. It happened despite it all. They were there, Team Family, together. Maybe a different version of Team Family than in the beginning, but nonetheless Team Family. And Negan saw that from afar. He wasn't part of it, but he saw how wrong he was.

It does work out like that, it did for them. Of course we don't know what happened then after that (if you don't count spin-offs to this) but we all can have our own interpretations about it.

I'd like to think it was happily ever after because it's a show in the end and happily ever afters happen in movies and tv shows.

To be more specific; They did grow old together. All characters and Team Family who still were alive in the end. They lived a happy, mostly carefree life to the end, not much chaotic things happening, not any big conflicts, not many deaths. They lived a surprisingly peaceful life, Rick and Michonne coming back, Daryl and Carol coming back and they carried all the death characters, all Team Family, all their loved ones, with them, in their hearts. So that's how there kind of were all of Team Family with them to the end.

Remember this conversation between Glenn and Enid?

Glenn "People you love... they made you who you are. They're still part of you. If you stop being you, that last bit of them that's still around inside, who you are... it's gone."

Enid "Who are those people to you?"

Glenn "My parents. A man named Dale. Maggie's father, Hershel. A woman named Andrea. A man named Tyreese. Who are they to you?"

Enid "My parents."

Glenn "Then they're still here... 'cause you're still here."

Sad to think about how no one is anymore remembering Enid's parents. Or Glenn's parents. But I hope he told something about them to Maggie while he was still alive. But wait, if their parents were part of them, people around Enid and Glenn, sort of, got glimpses about their parents too. And Enid and Glenn are still strongly with Team Family.

I'm just so emotional about this. How I am glad not many characters died in season 11 and how the last episode was that beautiful and mostly happy and it included the Sunday dinner.

[ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes]

Dead City Season 2 Teaser

[putting-eddie-munson-in-places]

Could you put him in the walking dead: dead city? Pls