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Title: Rug Burn

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

For @i-am-negan-trash


Negan laughed, his back bending as he flicked Lucille upward, “Aren’t you just the funniest little shit!?” he asked, Carl.

The boy had mouthed off to him again, but he couldn’t find it in him to retaliate.

He straightened back up, the smile slowly melting into a “Don’t fuck with me,” grin.

“Now, which one of you shits can show me to Y/N Ward’s house?”

When no one answered, Negan cracked his neck, “It really wouldn’t do any good if I lost my cool,” he warned.

Carl rolled his eye, letting out a small growl, “She’s this way,”

“Atta boy!”

Negan followed the teenager, giddy at seeing the one woman who could sate him.

They were lovers before the apocalypse and he often wondered if she had made it. When he found her at Alexandria, he couldn’t believe it.

Upon returning to the Sanctuary, none of his wives could scratch the itch. Only Y/N seemed to be the one that could reach it.

Taking two steps at a time, he passed Carl and turned around, “Get a move on, kid. I got it from here,”

“You best not hurt her,” Carl warned.

Negan chuckled, “Ya got balls boy, I give ya that. Now git!”

Once Carl walked away, Negan knocked and leaned against the door jam.

The door opened and there she stood. Tank top, shorts and sneakers.

Goddamn did she look edible!

Her eyes widened, her mouth agape. Quickly she snapped her mouth shut and looked around.

“Lookin’ for your boyfriend, Rick the Prick?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

At that comment, the shock faded, only to be replaced with annoyance, “I’m not seeing him or anyone. Nor have a I slept with anyone, Negan,”

“Good,” he grinned, “Because I missed ya,”

She sighed, folding her arms.

“You gonna invite me in, Y/N?” Negan licked his lips.

Silently, she moved out of the way so that he could step in.

Swinging Lucille in a circle as he entered her home, he saw how clean and plush the white carpeting was.

“So how’s it goin’ Y/N?” he asked, looking around.

He turned and waited for her answer.

“Just surviving,” she shrugged.

He nodded, propping Lucille against the couch. He took off his jacket, then his boots and socks.

The second his toes connected with carpet, he sighed, closing his eyes at the soft feel.

When he reopened them, he found Y/N blushing and biting her bottom lip as she watched him.

“See somethin you like, Y/N?” he smiled, perching himself on the arm of her couch.

Hesitantly, she nodded, “Yeah.”

Negan held a hand out to her, “C'mere, Y/N,”

She went to him. The familiar feel of her skin had him wanting her more. She was shaking though.

“You know I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, quietly.

She swallowed, looking up at him with teary eyes, “I know you wouldn't…”

“But?”

“But I don’t want to be kicked from the community.”

“The fuck would that happen for!?” he asked, his brow bunching.

“If I give in to you, I’ll probably be kicked out.”

“Fuck that! No, you fuckin’ won’t be kicked out!”

“How can you be so sure?” she asked, sighing when his arms wrapped around her waist.

Negan leaned in, kissing her neck between each word, “Because, I won’t let it happen,”

She moaned, tilting her head farther to the side at the feel of his tongue. Her hands held on to his shoulders, her legs becoming weak at his attention.

Running his nose up her neck, he inhaled her scent, “Jesus, you still smell fucking fantastic,”

Holding his bearded face in her palms after his compliment, she closed the gap between them.

With as quiet as the house was since Y/N lived alone, their gasps sounded like shouts in the practically bare living room.

Tilting his head to the right with a slight bob, Negan reconnected their lips with lusty pulls.

His hands slipped underneath her shirt, gliding up her back. He met the resistance of her bra and quickly had it unhooked, the underwire cups giving way to her bare breasts.

He pulled back, slowly lifting her tank top and throwing it to the side. Next, he rid her of her loose bra.

He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts moving with each breath she took. Needing to feel those soft nipples against his skin, he removed his shirt.

Negan pulled Y/N between his legs, flush against his chest. They both moaned at the contact.

Diving right in, Negan started at her clavicle, kissing his way down to taste a the pale flesh of her breast.

Y/N threw her head back, holding Negan’s head as he slowly rolled his tongue around her hardened nipple, then suckling the areola into his mouth.

With a wet suck, Negan pulled his head back, her breast falling from his mouth. He cupped it, bringing it back to flick the tip of his tongue over it again.

He could feel Y/N squeezing her thighs together, as she tried to find some sort of friction.

While paying homage to her other breast, he popped the button on her shorts and pulled down the zipper. He wasted no time dipping his fingers into her panties.

She bent forward, gripping his shoulders as his middle and index finger teased her, spreading her wetness to her clit.

“Christ, Negan!” she moaned.

Negan chuckled, looking up at her, “You are so damn wet, baby. I knew you missed me!”

“Negan,” she warned, her hips rolling in his palm.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers from her, yanking her pants down her legs.

Negan stood, unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants. They fell from his waist, pooling at his bare feet. Even in the apocalypse he went commando.

Y/N licked her lips making Negan tsk, “No way, baby,” he went to her, hoisting her up while dipping her backwards to lay her out on the carpet.

“I’m gonna bury myself so deep in that sweet pussy, that I won’t ever want to leave,”

“Promises, promises,” she moaned, feeling the head of his shaft brush over her wet, lower lips.

She gripped him, rubbing the helmet of his length through her wetness, then positioning him at her entrance.

Negan sank into her, groaning at the heat that enveloped him.

“Just like I remember,” he panted, moving in and out at a slow pace.

Y/N bit her lip, softly crying out at the friction of his happy trail, “Harder,”

He grinned, hiking her leg up higher to go deeper. Negan snapped his hips, slow and hard.

Hard enough that Y/N was being moved against the carpet.

Her breasts bounced with each deliciously hard thrust. Their skin slapped together, their sweat and fluids mixing together.

Negan could feel her nearing her orgasm, her keening cries getting louder with each pound of his hard length.

“Faster, Negan. Please,” she pleaded, cupping her breasts.

Balling his hands into fists, he planted them at her hips, pulling his torso up slightly.

The angle changed as his hips were lifted and going as fast as they could thrust.

“Yes, yes! Just like that!” Y/N called out.

“Come on baby, show me what I’ve been missing.”

Her back bowed off of the floor, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Negan pulled out just to his head and thrusted one last time, coming hard.

He collapsed slowly on top of Y/N, his head resting on her shoulder.

Their breathing was heavy, their bodies slicked with sweat.

“Fuckin’ hell, Sweetheart,” Negan laughed.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, playing with the wet curls at the nape of his neck.

He rolled off of her once he softened, landing on his back with a groan.

Watching Y/N sit up, he hissed at the red marks on her back.

“What?” she asked, turning her head at him.

The second his fingers ran over the red marks, her back bowed at the sting.

“Rug burn, baby,” he said, wincing at the marks.

Her mouth curled into a sinister grin. Twisting her hips, she got up and straddled Negan.

He was already getting hard again. Holding him up, she sank down onto his semi-erect member, nestling him inside of her.

Holding her waist as she leaned down, she licked at his lips, “I’m not going to be the only one with rug burn,”

Negan laughed, running his hands down to her ass, where he gave a hefty squeeze.

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Title: NA Attendee

Character: Charlie Peters

TV: Shameless

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner


°Charlie Peters falls for a NA attendee who hasn’t been on drugs. Maybe smut.


Charlie Peters watched as Y/N Kline filled the coffee and snack station. She did it routinely every week, making sure that everyone had their favorites.

Sometimes she even baked. Let’s just say that those were his favorites. The woman certainly knew her way around a kitchen.

When he first met Y/N, he was dumbfounded as to why she was attending NA meetings without ever having taken drugs.

When she tearfully introduced herself, talking about how she lost her cousin to drugs, his heart broke and slowly, but surely she worked her way through his wall without even realizing it.

Taking his hat off his head, he shoved it into his jacket pocket and approached Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N,”

She stood from her squatted position and smiled brightly at him, “Hey Charlie!”

Coming around the table, she gave him a big old hug, kissing his cheek.

Charlie loved the smell of her, cashmere and fresh laundry.

“How are you?” she asked, setting out some Styrofoam cups.

Charlie shrugged a shoulder, “Not too bad. Restaurant is keeping me busy.”

“I’ll have to stop by and see you, Charlie,” Y/N smiled.

Charlie ran a hand over his jaw, “I’d like that,”

Freddy, a new member and a worn out user, came up to the station, shaking uncontrollably.

“You alright Fred?” Y/N asked.

He grumbled, sneering at Y/N, “Mind your own business ya damn cunt!”

“Fredrick!”

“Watch it Fred!” Charlie stood at his full height, balling up his fists.

“Fred, I have to call your parole officer,” Y/N said, sternly.

Fred, threw his coffee down, his eyes wild, “You goddman narc, I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Fred grabbed Y/N before Charlie could reach her and slapped her full force.

Charlie saw red as Y/N’s head snapped to the side. With a swift kick, Y/N got Fred in the gut, sending him right into Charlie’s grip.

One of the others must have called the cops, seeing as one was running into the church, his gun drawn.

Everything stopped and Freddy was handed over to the police.

Y/N was nowhere to be found once the statements were taken. Charlie wanted to check on her, but this needed to be addressed with group.

He sighed as he sat down in his chair. He’d just have to search for her later.
°°°°°°
The second he stepped foot into the restaurant, Minnie, a young waitress and ex-junkie ran right into him.

“Woah, you alright Min?”

She nodded, looking back at her tables, “Yeah. Listen, there’s someone waiting to see you in your office.”

Charlie’s brows furrowed, “Okay, thanks,”

Heading straight to his office, he opened the door to see Y/N sitting in his chair. She stood the second he came in.

“Hey,” she greeted.

He squinted, seeing the angry red and purple mark on her cheek. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, he walked to her, his long fingers lightly touching her bruised cheek.

“That son of a bitch,” he said, his voice deep.

“Charlie, I’m-” Y/N paused when her eyes stared into his.

Running his index finger down her cheek, he used the single digit to tip her chin up. Her cheeks reddened as she looked down at his mouth.

She rolled her lips, right before Charlie kissed her.

The kiss was light, barely even there, but it was enough to awaken something primal from deep within him.

He pulled back and they stared at each other for a split second before Y/N pulled his lips back to hers.

Charlie moaned, their kisses urgent with need. He walked Y/N backwards until her bottom bumped his desk.

The table was at a perfect height that it wouldn’t take much maneuvering to get situated.

The second that she rolled her hips against his erection was when he was ready to throw in the towel.

Without any prompting, Y/N began to unbuckle and unbutton his jeans.

“You don’t -” he started, but his words were cut short when her warm hand wrapped around his length.

“Uhhh, fuck,” Charlie moaned, putting his forehead on her shoulder.

Her breathy chuckle had him looking up at her. Charlie reached for her pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down her hips.

Y/N wiggled her legs and feet, getting her shoes and socks off at the same time as her jeans.

“Give me a lift?” she asked on a whisper.

Cupping her ass, Charlie lifted her, sitting her rear down on the edge of the desk.

He couldn’t think straight as she kept pumping his hardness with soft but firm strokes.

“Y/N….”

Propping her leg up on the arm of his chair that was to the right of him, she wrapped her other leg around him, guiding him to her center.

She guided the tip of over her wet folds and he was done for. His body was shaking and a sweat was breaking out at his hairline.

When she slid the helmet of his length into her entrance, the sound of him sinking into her and her gasp nearly had him coming hard.

“Oh my god… Charlie…” Y/N moaned, rocking her hips against him.

He growled as he took her lips in a harsh but delicious kiss. Pushing his hips forward, he was fully engulfed by her warm, wet center.

There was no need for quick snaps of the hips, no harsh thrusting or even dirty words exchanged to get them to the point of no return.

Just simply rocking against one another, her tight walls cradling his hardness and her depths filled to the brim of his manhood.

He pulled her closer, letting her roll her hips and her clit finding friction against him. He was so close and could feel her heavy pants as she neared.

Y/N kissed her way to the scorpion tattoo on his neck and he nearly froze. It was a reminder of his stupid, drug filled years and now was most definitely not the time to be reminded of it.

Y/N did something that no other woman had even fathomed of doing. She ran the tip of her wet tongue over the tattoo, tracing the outline of the tip of the tail.

When she gave a nip and kissed it loudly, Charlie came hard, shouting out a groan as he rolled his hips against her.

“Charlie, don’t stop, please!” Y/N begged.

As his orgasm continued, he reached down and applied a slight pressure to her bundle of nerves.

“Uh, holy-” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as her body went taut with extreme pleasure.

Charlie held Y/N to him, gathering her up when her body went limp after her orgasm.

She weakly held onto him, pulling back slightly to give him a content smile.

Charlie’s chest moved with quick breaths as he placed some wild, loose hairs behind her ears.

“That was the most intense orgasm ever,” she said in awe.

Charlie chuckled, accepting the kiss that she was offering him.

“You don't…?”

She shook her head, running her fingers through his hair, “Most definitely do not, Charlie.”

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I love this man so much

Title: Fire Safety Part 2

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

NOTE: If you have an idea as to where you’d like to see this go, don’t be afraid to drop a line!

Warnings: None. Fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

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I smoothed out my purple plaid button down shirt with a sigh.

“You wook gorgeous Aunt Y/N!” Eleanor said happily from my bed.

She was dressing Mr. Floppy up for his own date with Barbie.

“Doesn’t Mr. Floppy wook hamsome?” she asked, turning the bunny towards me.

I smiled at her through the mirror, “Yea he does, Ellie,”

She bounced on the bed, giving the rabbit a hug.

The doorbell rang making Eleanor squeal, “I gots it!”

“Ellie, wait!”

Her giggles echoed down the hallway as she ran to the door.

I watched as she jumped up and turned the handle.

“Patwick!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his leg.

“Hey Ellie!”

I came down the hall, pausing when I saw Patrick.

His smile widened when he looked up at me and I couldn’t help the deep blush that I felt heating up my cheeks.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he greeted.

“Hi,” my voice was barely a whisper.

Clearing my throat, I came closer, ready to grab Ellie who was still attached to Patrick’s leg.

Before I could reach her, he brought a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“For you,” he said.

I blinked, not expecting that at all. Even the other men that I had dated never brought me a single flower.

“Oh wow… Thank you,” bringing the mixed bouquet to my nose, I inhaled their fresh scent.

“No problem…. and for you!”

Patrick gave Ellie two daisies.

She gasped and took the flowers. Spinning around, she failed at whispering as she cupped her hand on the side of her mouth, “He’s defwinitely a keeper Aunt Y/N!”

Patrick blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Let him in, Ellie,” I laughed.

Taking my flowers to the kitchen for a vase, I heard Patrick and Ellie following me, “I’m just waiting for the sitter,”

Just as I said that, my cell rang.

“Hello? Oh? No, no, that’s fine… Alright Mrs. Grady… Yes Ma'am. You have a good night too,” I ended the call.

“Everything okay?” Patrick asked.

“Eh… the sitter isn’t coming. She’s sick. I’m sorry, Patrick.”

Ellie pouted, hugging her bunny.

Patrick perked up, picking Ellie up and resting her on his hip, “No worries Doll face! I get to take two lovely ladies out tonight!”

Ellie cheered, wriggling out of his grasp.

“Imma go get changed!”

When Ellie was in her room, Patrick came around the island and put his hands on my arms, “I don’t mind, so not a word,”

I laughed, smacking his arm in jest.

“You look great, by the way,” he said in all seriousness.

“You do to,” I replied, pushing my glasses up.

He surprised me when he leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek.

Immediately my eyes closed at the feel of his smooth lips.

“I’m weady!” Ellie yelled from her room.

I felt his breathy laugh against my face and I couldn’t help but to bite my lip.

Taking my hand, Patrick led us to the door where he helped us with our coats.

“Ready?” he asked.

We both nodded, following him out the door.
°°°°°°
Eleanor was enthralled with the movie that we were watching. We were the only ones in the theater and with this being her first film that she’d ever seen on the big screen, she was absolutely hypnotized.

Her eyes were wide with awe as the princess danced and sang with the live objects of the house.

I was in awe with Patrick. He had chosen the movie and even though it was geared towards kids, his choice didn’t feel forced.

I had tried to let Eleanor sit in between us, but she wasn’t having that. She did sit next to me though. She hugged Mr. Floppy, swaying in her seat to the music.

“You’re doing really great with her,” Patrick whispered in my ear.

Turning my head from the movie, I gave Patrick a smile, “Thank you.”

He grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to him. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, then whispered in my ear once more, “Is this okay?”

Strangely enough, it was, “Yes,”

“Okay,” he said, giving me a squeeze.

During the rest of the film, Patrick held me close, occasionally resting his lips on my temple. I literally could not remember the last time that I had felt this comfortable with someone.

Once it ended, we gathered our things and put our coats back on.

“The pwince was so womantic!” Eleanor gushed.

I had been staring at Patrick, “Yes he was,”

He winked at me and I realized that I had said that out loud.

Eleanor wrapped a small hand around two of Patrick’s fingers, holding on tightly. He put an arm around me, holding me close as we began to walk down the sidewalk.

“How about some grub, ladies?”

We both agreed with Patrick, our tummies growling.
°°°°°°
Just as I was about to sit down next to Eleanor, she placed Mr. Floppy down, “Nu uh Aunt Y/N! This is a date and you sit with Patwick,”

Patrick laughed and I raised a brow at her bossy tone, “Is that so?”

Eleanor nodded her head, giving a toothless grin, “Yup!”

Shaking my head, I scooched in next to Patrick, close enough that our thighs were touching.

A young, skinny waitress came to the table, turning the flirt on when she saw Patrick. Both Eleanor and I rolled our eyes.

She completely ignored us, though. “What can I get you, sir?”

He caught on, but he was as smooth as ever. Looking over to Eleanor, he asked her, “What do you want to eat, Ellie Honey?”

Eleanor glared at the waitress, “Mac and cheese,”

Grabbing my hand and putting his other on my thigh, Patrick looked right at me, “What about you, baby?”

I blushed, “Um, double bacon burger, well done and fries,”

Giving my thigh a squeeze, he then looked at the waitress, “I’ll have the same,”

She jotted down our order and licked her lips at Patrick, “Be right out.”

“Wude!” Ellie scoffed.

I snorted and laughed, then looked at Patrick, “Baby, huh?”

He raised a brow, “Problem?”

I gave him a wink, “Not at all.”

He ran a finger over my jaw, “Good,”

Dinner was great and we were stuffed. Eleanor was ready for bed, her yawning and bleary eyes getting itchy.

As soon as we got home, Patrick helped me get Eleanor inside and into bed.

“Good night, Ellie,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Night Patwick,”

She was out before I could even say good night.

“I had fun tonight,” I told him, once we were back in the living room.

“Me too,”

“Do you think… you would want to go out again?” I asked him, leaning against the wall near the door.

“Of course,” he replied, coming closer to me.

His hands went to my waist as he bit his bottom lip, “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Not at all,”

Cupping my cheek and pulling my body from the wall, he held me as his lips slowly and gently moved over mine.

His lips were firm as he pulled back and connected with slow caresses.

I moaned softly, my fingers threading into his hair.

His kisses were quiet, only a slight pecking sound when he would pull back. With his lips hovering just above mine, he whispered, “You’re something else, Y/N,”

“I can say the same about you,”

I felt his smile as he continued to kiss me. Patrick’s hold on me became firmer the more our kiss intensified.

I knew that when I moaned, that this needed to end before we slept together.

“Patrick,”

He pulled back one last time with a gasp, resting his forehead on mine, “I’m sorry,”

Our breaths mingled together, “Don’t be… I just don’t want to ruin this,”

He pushed some hair behind my ear, “Me either, Y/N.”

Patrick continued to whisper as did I; we didn’t want to bust our little bubble, “I better go,”

“Okay… Call me?”

His hand splayed over my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw, “I’ll stop by tomorrow if that’s alright?”

I smiled, “It is,”

“See you, Sweetheart,”

With one last, extremely soft peck, Patrick left, closing the door quietly behind him.

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