#femreader smutt

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JJK MEN X PUPPYGIRL!READER

Notes: Hi, This is for my lovely jjk enjoyers, and its pretty long

Pairings: Puppygirl!FemReader x Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Toji (Seperate)

Tags: They might be ooc, SMUTT, Fluff, Hybrid!Reader, Blowjob, Pussyeating, MeanMen!,Manhandling, and more!, NOTPROOFREAD,

Gojo

absolutely loves you so much, when it came to finding his perfect match he stumbled upon you. You were like his carbon copy in personality, all excited and jumpy: though at times it can be a little too much if he just got off work after a long day of the higher ups nagging him, but nonetheless he reveled in your attention.

He also loves how you jumped at the opportunity to give him the wettest kisses ever! Peppering kisses all over his face while telling him how you waited soo long for him. Though from him checking the cameras all you did was sleep the entire time and occasionally grab something to eat, then go right back to napping all cute.

Oh god Gojo absolutely adores teasing and leading you on. It riles him up to see you pout when he tells you a little lie, you just trust his word a little too much! But when he sees you on the verge of tears he’ll coo and bring you into a warm hug: while still adding fuel to the fire in a condensing tone: you don’t realize because ur a little.. well dumb!

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On some days Gojo thinks you’re the one teasing him, you’re positioned in his lap, legs wrapped around his torso. Giving him such sweet kisses oh he loves it so much. One kiss on the corner of his lips and one directly on the lips: you obviously aren’t even aware just how much you’re riling him up. 

When you’ve decided you’ve had enough of kissing, you take to licking him softly, a gesture meant to calm and relax him: it does the total opposite he revels in it, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He was damn near excited when he picked up on you wearing the thinnest, tightest shorts, squeezing the outline of your cunt so lewdly, his money very well spent. Your pink tongue glides out to slide against the bottom of his lips to the top, he gladly and all too eagerly opens and latches onto your lips, already searching for your tongue and he starts sucking on it loudly, Gojo loves how within a few seconds you’re already mewling into his mouth, trying your hardest to not nip at him with your sharp teeth. 

Everytime you pull away with strings of saliva breaking, he pulls you right back in, you should know better by now not to give away when he’s trying to make you feel good.  

He takes it upon himself to shimmy you out of your shorts, no panties of course just the way he likes it. 

He lines himself up with your awaiting hole, gojo tries to be super gentle since he’s aware you hate the stretch of his thick length, it just overwhelms you too much. You’re whimpering in his neck as he brings you around him. Pitiful pleas fill the room, right until he has you flush against his torso, his cock twitching slightly in you, the warmth you provide has him near bucking his hips into you but he remains calm. 

Big strong hands grip your ass and before you know it, he’s lifting you up his cock slowly, only the tip inside before he slams you down using about only a fraction of his strength. You moan In pleasure and just a little pain. 

After awhile of gojo repeating this process, not even yet breaking his pace, You’re a mess, feeling his fat cock drag against your sensitive walls over and over. 

Nanami-

Nanami was a little different when it comes to selecting his favorite girl, he wanted someone calm and collected. At first he got what he wanted, you obeyed, listened so well, he loved you on your best behavior: staring up at him with star-stuck eyes when he gave you a direction. 

Until you started to get really comfortable with him, that shyness which was your shell had begun to open up and Nanami was in for a real hellstorm. You had began to get really really clingy, whining and pouting when he would have to leave, clinging to him at the door, practically in tears trying to persuade him to stay. He of course couldn’t stay and sadly had to leave you to your own: reassuring you that he could see you in the cameras and talk to you, with this Information you begrudgingly let him go. 

When he had checked the cameras sometime after you were on the couch laying down with his shirt being used as a pillow, your ears downturned in signal that you were not happy one-bit. When he spoke, rather low your ears perked and you jumped and quickly scanned the room, he slowly coaxed you towards the camera and he witnessed the cutest dopey grin on your face, you sat(pulled up a chair to sit near the camera) there and listened to Nanami talk just about anything. 

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Nanami’s favorite thing to do is focus solely on you, he just loves you so much, you’ve managed to implement yourself Into his daily routine. He won’t be complete if you aren’t cuddling with him at exactly 9:30, though his stoic nature will never let him say that outloud so he relays it by small lingering kisses. 

Nanami knows how easy it is for you to get horny, your ears and tails betray you when they tuck themselves under and you tuck your tail in-between your legs:  trying to hinder the painful throbs within your cunt, he knows it all too well, knows his goodgirl: you, wants him so badly but doesn’t wanna disturb his sleep incase he has to get early. 

Nanami always has to take the lead to touch you, so he makes his move, sliding himself inbetween your legs, and you happily obliged by moving your tail out of the way. 

Peeling off your panties is an easy task, Nanami wets his fingers before deftly swirling them around your clit, already attacking the source of your pleasure. You groan and move to grip his hair hard, he doesn’t mind at all. 

His skilled tongue collects your cum before spreading it everywhere, getting you nice and wet. His mouth moves further up towards your clit, giving teasing little licks, his large hands grab the back of your thighs and push them, giving him a more lewd view of you spread open just for him. Cute whines leave your throat as he takes the time to admire the sight  before him: cunt drooling just from a little foreplay. 

Within the next few seconds he’s sucking on your clit, absolutely loving the taste of you, you mewl his name shamelessly. bucking your hips onto his face for more. 

With all this nanami can finally slip two thick fingers into you, and that he does, he doesn’t wait till you adjust, simply fucking you with the digits while your head is thrown back moaning even louder, small pleas fill the air for nanami to let you cum. His fingers push the deepest they can go and you feel little pulses within you, awaiting before they finally get stronger and you cum right on his face with a loud moan, he’s already working on lapping up all the juices decorating your cunt.

Toji

Oh brother, Toji loves his pup SOO stupid, he wants her to rely on him completely, that’s where you come in, a dumb pliant thing, willing to let him do just about anything to you, and still have a blinding smile on your face. He loves the evenings where he can simply relax with you on top of him: belly flat, but he’ll never admit that outloud and especially not to you. It’s the time where he can softly stroke your hair and rub just behind your ears while you rest your eyes in complete content. 

Toji notices your drooling habit a bit late, he’ll catch you staring at a certain item with some type of newfound interest, with your mouth slightly open, but there’s a simple fix where he taps your cheek twice before all that attention is once again back on him: he revels In it. 

Speaking of you being too stupid, Toji does everything around the house, he can’t even trust you to wash a dish before that empty head of urs takes you somewhere else. So when he’s doing housework he’ll sit you in front of the Tv and throw on some cheesy romcon that’ll keep you busy: though it won’t even last two hours before your wandering around trying to find him. 

At times you can be kind of a thorn in his side when you want to be, maybe even giving him a little attitude when he asks something of you, it surprises him every time you shoot back a snarky remark because it’s just THAT rare. He’ll ask you to repeat yourself with a serious look on his face before you back down and just does as he says. 

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When you do decide to keep that stinking attitude of yours up, ur in a world of painful pleasure because toji is mean as hell. 

When he fucks you he likes to make it HURTTT, so when he’s balls deep in your poor abused pussy, slamming his hips against your ass repeatedly you can only mewl out apologies on how you’ll improve, Toji knows you’re lying of course you are, he can’t see your face but he can feel, feel the little quirk of your lip, but it doesn’t further frustrate him, no it drives him to push you even further, more than you can possibly handle. 

He switches positions to pressing you into a tight mating press, youre a whole mess, dried tears, hell even new tears take their place on your face. He begins his pacing starting off slow, but eventually speeds up to what he was giving you before. It feels so good you can’t help but slur into the air on repeat. Tojis hand moves down to your tail where he yanks on it as he moves, your reaction is quick, yelping to move your tail but his grip remains tight.

After a quick while of him using you like a toy solely meant for his pleasure, your habit starts to show itself, Toji groans at the sight, this just puts the icing on the cake for him at least.

He leans in and pressing his thick tongue into your mouth, you can’t deny him when you feel like you’re already on the edge of losing yourself, so he indulges, giving you sloppy kisses whenever he can while you tighten around his cock over and over. 

Toji lifts his hips up and slams back down into your already spent cunt, that’s when you start to attempt to away from your impending orgasm, he doesn’t let you move even an inch, letting you silently know that it’s gonna happen: and it sure does, he feels you spasm and twitch around him, pulling him in deeper while you cry out in pain, it hurts but the pleasure outweighs it by a ton, with ragged breathes you finally cum, your pussy contracting and convulsing while he still pounds away at you.  

Geto- 

Geto merely tolerates you, there’s no inbetween, he’ll let you do as you please as long as it doesn’t involve his work. But when said work is done all your attention is on him, it does feel nice to have a little stupid thing to do his bidding. You’re already on him as soon as he gives you permission, sliding yourself between his big arms and nuzzling into the crevice of his neck, it amazes him how you haven’t picked up on just what he does at work, do you know he's killed people? Of course you don’t and he’ll continue to keep you in the dark about that aspect.

When you latch onto his neck and begin to suck softly he doesn’t push you away like the first time, he had noticed a while back his pup has a habit of doing this every so often, quietly whining against him. You had mumbled to him it had something to do with your teeth, and needing something to keep you busy from the slight throb in them. He enjoys this much more than anything in the quiet space of the living room. 

You love when he begins patting your tail and ears at the same time, bonus when he slips a large thigh inbetween yours and slightly bounces you, encouraging you to not stop the soft suckling. 

Geto also loves cooking with you, by cooking with you he means you latched onto his torso your tail swishing back and forth so happily,  following behind every step, you absolutely do not let go, until everything is finished do you finally allow him to breathe, but as soon as your plate is cleaned you’re back on him. Deft fingers combing through his beautiful black locks. 

-Some days Getou has to leave for days at a time he’ll prepare some food while you’re sleeping worryfree. 

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Geto loves you in between his legs, loves when you see him spread open on the couch, practically inviting you with his happy trail on display. You show no hesitation when you crawl towards him. Your hands gripping on his fat cock, he hisses behind his teeth but continues to let you do your thing. 

Freeing his cock from their confines you take to slowly stroking him but also watching his expression with a new found-interest. After a while of gathering him up you wrap your pretty lips around his tip and suckle lightly. Geto has told you how he hates when you don’t just get to the point but right now he can’t seem to give a shit, right now want he wants is to fuck your throat till its raw. When he makes an attempt to help you, you call his name in that whiny tone, telling him to let you handle it. 

He doesn’t argue, but he does sit back to get more comfortable. You take him in your mouth; slowly taking him deeper and deeper inch by inch, sucking from the tip to his middle and suctioning your mouth, he groans, relaxing his head on the back of the couch. His thick hands go to knead your ears; to spur you to take more of him, you oblige and do what he wants, you can’t take all of Suguru, so both of your hands fill where your mouth can’t.

You completely pull off to suck on his neglected balls, he moans not really expecting you to do that, the heavy things fill your mouth, you continue to jerk him off while you remain down below. He feels his lower abdomen tighten and tighten and his panting speeding up,  before he’s spilling his thick load.

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*slides $900 in Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!echo and Dom!femreader smut in the back?

Woa! I got a lot of requests and don't worry guys, I'll write EVERY SINGLE ONE, just be patient :)

We're gonna start with this one, sub!echo sounds hot! Echo's just hot, full stop.

I decided to leave the ropes and other kinky stuff out of it for now because I don't know if you wanted a "normal" sub thing or all the extra stuff included too. I think it has enough power play on its own anyhow. Hope it's what you were looking for love!

Xx,

Sky.

"ON YOUR KNEES"

TBB REQUESTS — ECHO/FEMALE READER

WARNINGS: FILTHY GRAPHIC SMUTT = SUB!ECHO, DOM!FREADER, ECHO'S BODY INSECURITIES, CUM CONTROL, USE OF WORD "SLUT" ONCE, RIDING ECHO'S WONDERFUL FACE, MASTURBATING, FULL OF LOVE TOO. 📩🔥💖

You've always admired Echo. No matter how attractive his brothers were, he had always been the one to catch your eye; since the first moment you saw the bunch of mercenaries a year ago til present time. He's as attractive as the rest of the Batch; but he's got something that makes him sparkle like a diamond in the dirt. You think it's a combination between his quirks and his determination. Echo's mind works fast; he's got a fantastic almost sassy sarcasm and great comebacks. When he's on a mission or protecting his family, it's like watching a transformation; reserved, hesitant Echo is completely overriden by a brave, confident fierce man that sets your heart on fire. You love every side of him. But this... this might be the side you love of him most, though.

Echo's neediness is something you'll never grow bored of. It's exhilarating, to know he desires you so much he can't keep his pretty moans and whimpers in and just begs you to help him with those pretty eyes of him; wide and almost innocent. When Echo's left hand slowly, almost hesitantly, slides down your back to cup your ass, you abruptly break off the kiss; pushing his shoulder against the wall of your bedroom and standing right in front of him, barely a few inches of distance between your bodies. You can almost feel each other's warmth.

"Did I say you were allowed to do that?" you ask him, voice low but full of confidence.

A warning. You know your place; it's Echo who sometimes forget it.

Echo stares down at you with his big, golden brown eyes wide and an apology quickly forming in the tip of his tongue.

"N-no, no" he answers. He then glances away and adds "I'm sorry, mam".

If this happened in the middle of a sesion, you'd be quick to correct that; ordering him to apologise while looking at you in the eyes. But this is just the start; and you're aware it takes Echo a little longer to get comfortable enough to hold your stare, to leave his shyness aside. His words are sincere and he's just so polite, though, so you let it pass.

"It's okay" you almost whisper, your own eyes dancing distractedly through every one of his beautiful features. "Take off your shirt".

That's an order. And although he's usually very eager to comply and obbey, Echo hesitates. No matter the fact that you've been doing this for a few months, it's always the same; his insecurities making undressing a hard task, more so if he has to do it by himself. You didn't even attempt to pull his shirt off until date number thirty; and even if you had been very carefull that first time, Echo had quickly voiced up his safeword.

It's really okay. You know the issues he has with his body; you've long talked about it, and how that influences his perception of himself both in and out of sex. You're always watching the signals; knowing when to push and when to step back and give him space. It's what makes you a good dom. His.

You wait patiently, then; and Echo fiddles with the end of his black long-sleeve shirt.

Your eyes lock together, and you know he needs affirmation. You give it gladly; hand slowly cupping his right cheek and thumb caressing his skin.

"You're stunning, Echo. You know already how much I love your body, how hot I think you are. Let me look at you" your soft sweet voice fills with possesiveness then, your eyes darkening with your hungry gaze. "Let me see what's mine".

A whimper is ripped from Echo's throat; and his hands shakily tug his shirt off, abandoning it in the floor. He looks up at you, expectantly and trying not to squirm under your attention; and you slowly delight yourself with the sight of his pale skin and defined muscles. Echo's been gaining a bit of healthy weight lately, his appearence getting impossibly better; though he's still a bit bony, collarbone and hips stucking out dangerously. You don't find it repulsive at all, no. He's hot; it just makes you wanna bite him, mark his beautiful pale skin with your teeth and love.

"Beautiful" you murmur, distractedly caressing his chest and shoulders with the very tip of your fingers.

You can't resist yourself and press closer to him; gently kissing the side of his neck and sucking the spot into your mouth, just one of the many marks you'll leave on him tonight. Echo shudders and his weight drops slightly forward. He always turns to mush when you start putting your attention on him.

You guide him to rest against the wall; his eyes turning hooded and lost on his growing need and submission. He's so beautiful, so perfect... It makes your heart ache.

Your kisses trail down his chest; warm mouth following the sides of his stomach to one of those pointy hips; pulling down his pants a bit so you can suck a second mark on the hollow space there. Echo whines and curves forward, pleasure starting to tingle through his veins; hand tensing in his side with his effort to not reach up and touch you.

You groan out loud.

"Maker, don't you sound pretty".

The words only turn him on more, and Echo makes his first eye contact of the night.

"Please".

Its a quiet, almost silent request.

You arch your eyebrow and stare back at him; both hands splayed over his hips.

"Yes, baby?"

Echo sighs contetly with the pet name. He's always been a lover of those; of praise. It wouldn't have the same effect if you spilt them constatly, though; so you pick the times to do so, play with it.

"Please more" he whispers back, cheeks reddening in a beautiful blush when he forces himself to mumble his needs out loud. "Want you".

You smirk, satisfied; one hand slowly moving towards his growing erection and gently teasing him over the material of his pants.

"Oh, sweety" you squeeze, and Echo quietly moans. "I know".

You decide to be easy today. It's been two weeks since you last saw him; Cid's mission taking him away from Ord Mantell for quite the time. You know how much he missed you; just as you did. You aren't in the mood for a long sesion today.

"Let's get this off of you, love" you say, playing with the waistband of his pants.

This time, Echo agrees with an eager nod and helps you push down and off the pants of him. Underware follows, and soon you've got Echo completely naked in front of you. The contrast between the dark metal of his prosthetics and the paleness of his skin is beautiful.

Subsconciously, you lick your lips.

"Were you good while you were away, sweet boy?" You ask, voice soft, while you gently close your hand around his cock and ridiculously slowly start to pump him up and down.

Echo moans louder than before and his left hand flies to find purchase on your shoulder; eyes fluttering closed with relief.

"Y-yeah" he answers, voice wonderfully broken already with his need. "W-was so difficult, cyare. I-I almost broke the rule twice".

You chuckle, and Echo melts at the sound and your hands on him. You squeeze around his cock and pick up the pace. Not to be considered fast; but not as torturously slow as before. It's a decent unhurried rythim, and Echo sighs and drops his head to the wall.

You pull up a side smile and hum, studying the way his features relax in utter bliss.

"Well, I do know what I'm doing" you answer, biting down onto his lower lip teasingly. "I knew that if I banned you from masturbating til we were reunited again you wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it".

You lean in and carefully catch his earlobe with your teeth, pulling slightly before whispering to him "And you know I always want my boy thinking about me".

Echo groans and lifts his head, watching you with a hooded gaze. His eyes lingers on your lips for a few seconds before going back to your eyes. You know he wants to kiss you; so you hover your mouth over his, almost kissing, but out of reach.

"Always thinking about you anyhow" he mumbles over your lips.

Your breaths mingle together, and it's you this time who can't resist. The truth is Echo has as much power over you as you have over him. You love him so much, you're so attracted to him, it's almost impossible to draw things out like this.

Your kiss is full of need and power. Your lips move in a precise, confident way; intent on making your man melt and reduce him to a horny mess. Echo responds just as needy, but without any purpose behind it; just letting you take the lead and giving himself to you, adapting to whatever you want to do to him. It never fails to make you wet, how agreeable he always is. How much he trusts you. How much he needs you.

Your breathing patterns are both erratic when you break the kiss. You stop touching Echo's dick; quickly silencing his protest with a new order he wastes no time to follow.

"On your knees".

Three magical words and Echo is on the floor, head tilted upwards so he can keep looking into your eyes; while his are full of desire and devotion. You caress his cheek with your thumb before it swipes across his lower lip; carefully sliding it inside his warm mouth and softly pressing down onto his wet tongue. Echo makes a needy sound with his throat and you hum in answer.

"So hot" you tell him. "Wanna cum so bad right now. And you're gonna get me there, aren't you, handsome?"

Echo moans around your finger and nods, eyes wide. So fucking pretty.

"Okay" you whisper, pulling your hand back. "Don't move, pretty boy. You're going to stay right where you are".

You wait til the words appeared to have reached his brain and step back. You make a tease out of your own undressing; pulling your tank top over your head in a sensual smooth movement and teasingly removing your bra, then turning around and bending forward while you slowly shimmy your hips out of your pants. Every article of clothing stays abandoned on a pile on the floor besides the bed.

Echo whimpers, eyes roaming over your figure and hand clenching with his need to ravage you, trying to retain himself at the sight of your ass.

You turn around with a soft "Oh?" and you gently cup your breasts on your hands, softly pushing them together and crossing your legs in a falsely shy way.

"I'm sorry, baby, is this what you want?" You ask, and Echo whimpers while bending forwards to you, not moving out of his spot on the floor but desperately trying to get closer to you.

You giggle in amusement.

"Please" he rasps, almost making you groan this time. "Please, cyare".

You hum, elegantly stepping closer to him and standing tall over his kneeling form. Echo has to tilt his head back to look up at you; but it's somehow not enough.

"Beg" you demand, firm, but not necessarily harsh. "If you want something from me, you're going to have to beg, sweet one. And you're going to have to be explicit about it".

Echo surrenders to the way you hold his chin in your hand and his bright eyes shine up at you. It's like you can read every single emotion on him when he get's like this; and you want nothing more than to take care of his needs.

"Please" he begs, sweet, needy, soft voice making you melt. "Please, wanna have your taste in my tongue, mam".

Electricity and pleassure runs through your veins at that.

"Fuck, you're so hot. So pretty" you praise him, caressing the side of his cheek and staring at his eyes. "Move and put your back towards the bed. Face up and stick your tongue out for me, mesh'la".

Echo literally whimpers with the Mando'a; showing you his tongue and repositioning while he impatiently waits for you to ride his face. You hold the back of his head and carefully lower yourself on his mouth, testing the position, not wanting to hurt him. Echo's response is inmediate; he makes a happy relieved sound with his throat, and inmediately sets to please you, his wet tongue sliding between your folds to taste you.

You moan in pleassure and throw your head back, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the feeling of your man servicing you. He's...

"Such a good boy, giving me your tongue and face for me to play with" your own tongue sets loose and your dirty talk becomes almost non-stop while you get closer to your orgasm.

You love praising Echo, verbalise how much you want him and how pleased you are with him, and he loves to hear you. It's a match made in heaven.

Echo hums against you and his scomp grazes the skin of the outside of your thigh. You know he wants to hold you, craddle you closer; you're too lost on your own pleasure, so you conceed to his wishes easily.

"Yeah, go on, baby. You can hold me if you want to".

Echo moans and his left hand inmediately pulls your ass closer, lowering you further onto his face; his tongue teasing your entrance while his nose presses against your clit. It sends a spark through your veins, and you whimper and move your hips over him, trying to chase the feeling.

"F-fuck, baby. Stay right there, right there" you mumble, thighs trembling.

The next few minutes you lose complete control over yourself. Echo's needy moans and hums against you are delightful to hear, and the way his tongue plays with your pussy and his nose bumps against your clit is nothing short of perfect. Your orgasm climbs higher and higher, the cord tensing tighter and ready to explode.

"Close, love" you breathe out, in half a moan. Your eyes roam over his figure, noting how good he looks kneeling down on the floor for you with his impossibly hard cock twitching and begging for some kind of stimulation.

He must be dying for it, but it's like he doesn't even notice it at all. He's so lost to give you pleasure, it's like he's forgotten about himself.

"Touch yourself, pretty boy" you order him, and he instantly moans and drags his hand down to close around his leaking cock. "Don't cum for me yet, though. Want it to be by my hand, not yours. You're mine, and your orgasms are mine too. Isnt't that right, baby?"

Echo trembles underneath you, his hand quickly freeing his cock for a few seconds before returning a very slow pace on it. You know what it means. It means he had almost cum right then and there, just by your words and your dominance over him, just by pleasuring you like a good little boy and...

"F-fuck, Echo!" You whimper, the stimulation to your clit finally reaching it's objective and pleassure running from your pussy to every other vein in your body. "I-I'm cuming!"

Echo moans and licks you faster; and you cum all over his face. Every one of your muscles tighten before the pleassure bursts and your nerves tingle; then relaxing with a content tired sigh.

You step back and weakly command Echo to move a tiny bit forward with a small push on his shoulder; letting yourself kneel down on the floor right behind him and wrapping your arms around his body, one hand taking hold of his cock and the other one caressing his chest.

"Such a good boy. Such a good boy, baby, using your clever little tongue on me and making me cum all over your face" you whisper to him, voice tired but equally confident and loving, making Echo whimper and melt back against your body. "You almost came before, didn't you? Too much excitement for little Echo to take?"

"C-cyare" Echo whines, left hand squeezing your thigh hard while he reaches back around your back with his scomp arm, in a half hug.

You hum and press small kisses on his neck, small teasing licks here and there.

"Yeah, baby?"

"W-wanna cum so bad" he moans, turning his face to the side so he can glance at you. "C-can I fuck your hand, please please?"

You moan and involuntarily push your own hips against him. That's Echo's level of hot; already making you horny again despite just having finished.

"Wanna hump my hand like a desperate little boy, love?" You coo, giving a playfull nip at his shoulder. "That what you need to do?"

Echo eagerly nods and cries out his request again. He's so beautiful. He's so beautiful when he's all broken and vulnerable for you like this.

"Please" he begs you, tears blurring his sight. "Cyare, mam, please..."

You kiss his cheek and hold your hand still. Your other arm looses around his torso, giving him free space to move as he likes.

"Go on, pretty boy. Make yourself cum on my hand like a desperate little slut".

It takes eight pumps in your hand before Echo breaks down into a strong orgasm and his cum drips into the floor in front of him, some sticking to your hand as you finish him off gently. It's beautiful, the way he shudders and trembles and explodes in his orgasm, hard cock twitching in a final effort and moans and whimpers mixing together in a beautiful mess.

Echo slumps back; his sudden body weight making you tumble on your knees behind him. You steady yourself inmediately, chuckle quietly and clean your hand on the bed sheets; quickly wrapping your arms around his body and pressing your warmth against him, spreading kisses all over the left side of his face, neck and shoulder. Echo hums back contently, eyes closed and face in the perfect definition of peace.

"You did so good, my Echo" you whisper, caressing him softly and swimming in your feelings for him. "Love you so much".

Echo sighs and melts against you. His head hangs down in exhaustion and happiness, and you're already thinking on the warm bath your going to prepare for him, and on both of you cuddling close in bed together, falling asleep to the sound of each other's hearts.

Echo mumbles his answer in a quiet, but warm and soft voice.

"Love you too, cyare".

THE END.

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Tara!

I CANT WRITE SHORT THINGS HELP. nah, i'll just try to keep the other requests shorter for real lmao i always get too invested. It came out much fluffier than I had initially planned for cause I just love echo so much. Hope you liked it!

Also, just wanted to let you know I'm not going to re-read this and correct mistakes much cause that'll take too much time. And that english is not my first language, so apologise in advance if something doesnt make much sense.

I'll be working with the other requests next, be patient and stay tunned!

Love,

Sky.

Back to my general masterlist here!

[sapphicwhxre]

Well if i can still send prompts and if you'd like a Hermione request may i ask for a Hermione x Femreader with 45 and 28 fluff plus 6 smutt. Reader is a very attractive/charming slytherin(or ravenclaw) who loves to annoye Hermione (cause she has a not so subtil crush on her).

Thank you ^^

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♡ 6: “enjoying the view?”

♡ 28: “you’re lucky you're hot.”

♡ 45: “that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

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“granger! psst, girl with the gorgeous curls.”

hermione granger sat in front of you, scribbling notes intently and ignoring your whispered calls. leaning further towards her, you pestered more.

“not that your hair isn’t beautiful, because it is, but i’d rather see your smile,” the center of your affection whipped back but without the desired smile on her face. “and what exactly makes you think i’d want to smile at you, l/n?” hermione huffed. a smirk met her furious gaze and you tapped the desk.

“have i ever told you that your eyes sparkle when you’re angry? they’re like pretty jewels,“ you trailed off, noticing that she’d turned back around. “hmph,” you pouted at the gryffindor girl, wondering how to get her attention. “i suppose you’re playing hard to get. you’re smart after all, granger.”

you were starting to draw looks from other students and glares from people jealous of the attention hermione was receiving from you.

you plastered a sudden smirk back on and took your wand out underneath your desk. “mucus ad nausea!” the boy sitting next to hermione gasped, flushing with feverish symptoms and excusing himself hastily.

“even prettier up close,” you laughed and sat down next to hermione. a heat rose to your cheeks as you dropped your quill onto the floor, a small smile grazing her face. pretending to be unfazed, you figured you’d resume your antics once you picked it up but felt her eyes protruding you. “enjoying the view?”

her deep brown eyes instantly flickered away from yours. “the view’s nice from down here too, you kn─”

“that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today,” hermione interrupted and your eyes remained curiously on her. “you’re charming and i like you, happy? now you’re making a fool out of yourself, get up from down there.” standing up straight, you planted yourself next to her again and beamed.

confidence diminishing, hermione blushed heavily and opened her mouth as if about to stammer a followed apology but you pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. she stared agape and smiled, seemingly speechless from the brief contact.

“you’re lucky you're hot, granger,” you sighed. “no one talks to me like that.” hermione checked to make sure no one was looking before giving you a chaste kiss to the lips. a small gasp escaped her at your hand resting suddenly on her thigh.

“this is going to be interesting, isn’t it?” she mumbled. you answered her with a light squeeze as if to say yes. a good interesting.

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#5

Stay Together Bauer x Fem!Reader (AIR Movie)

Hi! It’s me again! After Daryl's story and seeing that it was liked, I've decided to post this one short as well. I've seen that there's not much material about this movie, but when I saw it the idea of being alone with "Norman" in a bunker... I liked it too much and... this popped up in my mind.

As always, sorry for my english, It’s not my first language! 

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Stay Together +18.

Bauer x Femele Reader.

Air film. World destroyed by biochemical weapons, life underground. M. Smutt.

Summary: You and Bauer are partners in the underground bunker where you work to keep alive the most important people who will repair the world when it stops being toxic. You only see each other for two hours every six months, but for you it's day to day and it seems that something more than a friendship is starting to grow between you...

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93 notes • Posted 2021-09-22 08:35:03 GMT

#4

Noah

Hi! Here I come wih another one shot.

I hope you like it!

As always sorry for my english!

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Noah.

Daryl Dixon x FemReader.

Words: 5271.

Warnings: Fluff.

Era Alexandria, T11, non-canon.

Summary: your kid has a certain curiosity and admiration for Alexandria's quietest and grumpiest hunter.

You wake up that morning startled to hear the front door open and close with a small slam. You need a moment to process the sound and remember everything that has happened. You curse under your breath and rush out of bed stumbling over your feet as you get dressed.

Noah has left the house without telling you.

Noah is your son, he is a very special boy. After you lost The Kingdom he has become reserved, fearful, he doesn't speak unless necessary, sometimes you find hard to connect with him again, you know he doesn't do it on purpose, that his mind is dealing with many things, like everyone, so your patience is infinite when it comes to talking to him, however, you fear he might hurt himself or do something crazy if he goes out alone. After The Kingdom fell, just like Hilltop, now Alexandria wasn't safe either, the Whisperers had razed it to the ground and between all of you who had survived the war against Alpha and Beta, you were now in charge of fixing the fence that kept the Walkers at bay, looking for supplies and making sure the children had a safe place to continue developing themselves.

You pull your hair up into a high ponytail, pull on your boots and head out of the house. The first thing that strikes you is the dilapidated, neglected appearance of everything around you, the people are working hard to restore the fence, the mill to get water and electricity and raise the houses that have been destroyed but there is still a lot of work to be done. You settle your jacket against your body, it's starting to get cold, the harsh months are starting to set in and every day more supplies are needed to survive. This is the hardest time since the zombie apocalypse began.

You run through the streets of Alexandria looking for little Noah, you aren’t quite sure where he might be, but you stumble upon Jerry who tells you that the run patrol must be about to arrive and then you stop.

Noah has gone to the front door.

You thank the man for his information and turn around on yourself to run in the other direction feeling your heart beat a little harder and your cheeks flush, not from exhaustion, it's more from embarrassment. When you reach the front door you see what you feared. There is Noah with Judith and RJ, the three of them have approached the group that has just returned with new supplies that they are taking to the warehouse to hand out later. It's not much, but at least they haven't come back empty handed.

You stop and watch the scene; Judith and RJ hug the new arrivals as Noah plays with and hugs Daryl's partner Dog. Daryl Dixon has become a bit of an obsession for Noah and you don't understand why.

When he first showed up at The Kingdom, you were part of King Ezekiel's soldiers and you were also helping the kids practice with their weapons and studying. The shock of the first encounter with Daryl surprised Noah, the little boy bumped into him when you were showing him around. Daryl was never nasty to him, or any kids that were around him, you have to admit he is good at dealing with them and always has an eye on them, keeping an eye out. However when The Kingdom fell and you had to find shelter between Hilltop and Alexandria, Noah was much more attached to the man. Daryl didn't spend too much time in the community, he was still obsessed with looking for Rick, hoping to hear from him, but the time he spent at home, the kids would visit and Noah would talk to him. He talked non-stop. One of the times you even felt envious, because they were both sitting on the floor, while Daryl was fixing his crossbow, and Noah kept telling him things, some invented, others that only happened in his imagination, you heard him talking about the things that happened in the community and about you, which made you blush, but Daryl didn't seem upset, he just mumbled sometimes giving him cause to continue talking.

After those encounters Noah always came home more animated and even willing to talk to you, he talked a lot about the hunter and other things, but at least you got him to communicate with you again.

You don't know how many times you apologized to Daryl for all that, but he just shrugged it off. Somehow it seemed to you that they were more similar than you thought and you found it amusing.

After a while Daryl returned to Alexandria for good and Noah's obsession with being near him diminished, but he still hung around the man at least to say hello, plus now there was Dog with him too and Noah loved playing with the animal.

So there he is now, waiting his turn to greet Daryl. The man has knelt on the ground letting Judith and RJ hug him. When they separate Noah seems to hesitate for a moment, but from your position you see Daryl gesture for him to come closer and finally snuggle against the hunter's chest as the hunter wraps him up and strokes his fur affectionately.

Slowly you approach them, trying not to disturb. The first to detect you, or at least to show it, is Dog, the animal barks greeting you, trots to your position looking for your hands to pet him. You rub his ears, turn your face away when he jumps up trying to lick you and laugh as you pull him off of you. You reach Daryl and the boys, the man has risen from the ground and Noah returns to your side, holding your hand.

"Hello, Daryl." You greet him with a shy smile, he shakes his head in greeting and grimaces. "I see you guys managed to find something."

"Yeah, it's not much, but we'll be able to eat for a few days..." He shrugs, his voice sounds like a growl and you feel goosebumps rise on your hair.

"I'm glad, anything is always welcome..."

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97 notes • Posted 2021-12-06 11:32:07 GMT

#3

Are you cum? Daryl Dixon x Reader.

One short- Daryl Dixon x Reader.

M, smutt, shower sex, oral sex, rude sex…

Hi! Thi is my first story here on tumblr and in english, I'm sorry if it's a mess because english is not my first language and I'm a little nerveous.

Okay so… I hope you enjoy this!

Your comments and advice would help me a lot for future projects, thank you!

You've spent all day outside the prison; killing zombies, hunting for dinner, fixing the fence. You're exhausted. You came home almost at night, cooked dinner with Carol, talked to Rick and Glenn about the upcoming guards, then talked and laughed with Beth and Maggie, but you were getting sleepy and needed to take a shower before going to your cell and sleep.

You are now in the prison showers, you will take a quick shower as you have no hot water and it is not yet warm enough to be under water for long. You undress leaving your clothes aside, to wash them tomorrow when you wake up and leave the clean clothes near your shower, you turn on the water and you are surprised, it is warm, not too warm, but certainly nicer than the ice you showered with the day before. You smile as you stand under the water letting your muscles relax, letting the dirt from your skin leave your body and get lost down the drain. You sigh closing your eyes, wetting your hair as you hear the locker room door creak. You open your eyes, alert, almost gasping for breath trying to figure out who or what could have come in, yet the room seems quiet, you can only hear the water falling and your heart pounding.

You try to relax again, without giving importance to the noise, maybe it was the air that has moved the door, it does not close well so it is possible that it has only creaked in the breeze. But you turn quickly when you hear footsteps coming towards you. You freeze to discover him there, staring at you with a frown on his face, his eyes dwarfed. Daryl stares at you so hard it seems to pierce through you. You cover your body with your hands. He has never stared directly at you. In fact; he seems to hate you. Whenever you are near he growls, snorts like a cat and turns away, as if your presence bothers him deeply. But you like him very much. Since you joined the Atlanta group, Daryl caught your attention like a bird to a cat, but he soon made it clear to you that he wasn't interested in you, anyways, you've even started to feel that the hunter seems interested in Carol so you have nothing to do, but.... Why is he there, why is he looking at you so intensely? He advances two more steps towards you and instinctively you step back. Daryl snorts and his brow furrows.

"Are you afraid of me?" his voice sounds hoarse, raspy, you quickly shake your head.

"N...no...just.... What are you doing here?" you ask, your voice trembling, the water is back on you, a few strands fall down your face, but you watch perfectly as Daryl removes his vest and shirt. Your breath is abruptly cut off as you see his fingers travel to his own pants unbuttoning them.

"I've been waiting for you." He says in a low tone as he removes his boots and stands completely naked in front of you.

You have to admit, you didn't expect that. Your mouth goes dry as your eyes roam all over his body with curiosity and hunger, he is somewhat slender for how strong and broad his shoulders, chest and abdomen are worked, but without being exaggerated, long and muscular legs and... wow, you had to admit he's well endowed. He's not fully erect, just standing up shyly, waving and yet his size is interesting. You watch as his hand closes around his cock, touching himself a couple of times, making it grow faster as he moves closer towards you. Your back hits the shower wall, you can no longer run away. Daryl's hands block your escape by trapping you between his body and the shower, water is pouring down on him, but he doesn't seem to mind. His blue gaze dilates, his color becoming darker now that he has you close to him. You want to say something, you want to stop him, but he leans in and catches your mouth with his. You gasp.

Daryl's mouth catches your lips without permission. He devours your mouth, his tongue flaring out, tangling with yours, tearing a surprised moan from you. His teeth bite your lips, battering them, swelling them, leaving them red with each new dominant kiss. His body clings completely to yours, one of his hands closes around your hair and tugs at it. A new moan dies from your mouth to his. You feel his hands tremble as they caress your waist, moving tentatively up to your chest. His fingers close over your skin, massaging and rubbing each breast, he opens his fingers and traps your nipples, pinching, tugging gently at them. You pull away from his mouth moaning, throwing your head back at the sensation.

Daryl leaves your mouth to run his lips across your chin, down your neck, shits on your collarbone and his fingers squeeze your chest again. You open your eyes wide as Daryl pulls away from your body and spins you around. You turn off the shower water and he forces you a little away from the wall, leaning you forward. You obey by placing your hands on the tile, your whole body is trembling as you position yourself just as he is guiding you, exposing yourself to him by spreading your legs a little to find the most comfortable balance. You feel Daryl's hands down your back, caressing, pressing against your skin. He reaches up to your ass and you feel his hands trembling. You are a little surprised, it seems to be something new to him. You want to say something to lighten the mood or for him to just fuck you and not mess around so much, but before you can open your mouth, Daryl has knelt behind you and his tongue brushes your folds awkwardly. You jump at the feel of him, gasp in surprise and spread your legs a little wider. His tongue is clumsy at first, but he quickly finds the rhythm and the way to make your legs tremble and a moan escapes your mouth.

His tongue runs up and down your folds, his hands rest on the inside of your thighs and he spreads your labia a little with his thumbs. You moan louder when the tip of his tongue presses against your entrance, it pushes wanting to enter, but only dilates you a little to pull it out again and run down your pussy to your clit.

"Daryl!" you moan his name as his lips close around your swollen muscle.

The archer responds with a grunt. He licks, sucks on your clit, his tongue licking all over your wetness again. The wet sound of his mouth devouring you echoes throughout the locker room turning you on more and more. Your breath hitches as, without his mouth neglecting your clit, his fingers part your folds and he slips one of them inside you. Your moan is much louder and you wiggle your hips against his finger desperately, wanting more. He moves his finger almost at the same time as his mouth continues to torture you. In and out, he twists it and tries to go as deep as possible. Your body does not stop trembling. The pleasure runs through you, the heat rises from your pussy to your head making you dizzy. You clench your toes and lean your forehead against the wall looking for a new stability when another finger thrusts inside you, dilating you carefully, making circles, looking for your orgasm and you have to admit that you are much closer than you think to get it.

"Oh fuck! There...! Right there!". You scream throwing your hips back again. His fingers curl touching your spot and your head spins. Pleasure swirls in your lower belly announcing what's about to happen.

"Cum for me..." you hear him say in a husky voice and you can't stop yourself.

Your orgasm hits you hard. You arch your back, stand slightly on tiptoe and scream as the pleasure rushes through you, giving you goose bumps. Daryl continues to move his fingers inside you lengthening your climax, feeling your walls vibrate against his fingers and getting wetter and wetter. When your body stops trembling, he pulls his fingers out slowly and exchanges them for his tongue. You moan softly as he inserts it inside your vagina. He licks your fluid, runs along your walls, which continue to tighten with slight spasms. You moan again and he pulls away, getting in behind you.

Your whole body leans against the shower wall, you need a moment to get your head together, let the orgasm let you think and come to your senses. Daryl approaches you again. He pushes your wet hair away from your face and kisses you slowly, giving you a taste.

You gasp against his mouth, when it seems that your body is no longer going to collapse, you kiss him with the same intensity with which he kisses you. One of your hands tightens on the back of his neck, playing with his hair damp with sweat and the water from the shower that fell on his head a short while ago. Your free hand moves down to his still erect cock and you slowly massage it feeling it harden a little more if possible. Daryl grunts into your mouth, you smile and pull away biting his lip. You look at each other for a few seconds, your hand squeezes his cock once more and he gasps. You push him away, he takes a few steps back and now it's your turn to enjoy him a little.

You kiss him again, slowly, slowly, slowly, when Daryl tries to take control, you pull away going down his neck. You bite, lick and tug at his skin feeling it tighten under your mouth, he grunts and gasps, one of his hands tangles in your hair pulling it back a little. you gasp against his collarbone.

You kneel in front of him, his cock, swollen and fully hard in front of your eyes begins to leak pre-cum. You lick your lips and hold it by the base stroking it slowly before running the tip of your tongue over its head. Daryl's legs tremble at the feel of your tongue on his glans. You pick up his tip with your tongue, suck and lick making an obscene wet sound that causes Daryl to hold you tighter by your hair, but he doesn't force you, he keeps your head right where you want it to be, letting you enjoy what you are doing even though it is clearly torture for him.

Little by little you introduce it inside your mouth covering as much as possible, however the last piece you wrap your hand around it, squeeze gently and begin to move your mouth up and down his cock at the same time as your hand moves collecting your saliva, dripping it all over his cock. Daryl moans hoarsely, squeezes his hand tighter in your hair and his hips thrust for a second against your mouth slamming the tip of his cock against your throat. You moan low, vibrating the sound around his cock giving him new pleasure and he curses.

"Fuck, stop." Daryl says with frustration in his voice. "Get up." He orders you with a tone so low it slams directly against your clit.

You lick his entire erection once more, collect the pre-seminal fluid from his tip and slowly rise up leaning against his body. You seek his mouth and kiss him, Daryl grimaces as he tastes himself on your tongue and pulls you away from him to turn you around so you rest your hands against the shower wall again.

You bend your body, spread your legs apart and raise your ass a little, exposing yourself completely to him. You lick and bite your lips in anticipation, Daryl moves behind you, you feel his thumb sneak inside you a couple of times before parting your folds and guiding his cock into your vagina. Daryl thrusts slowly, you moan feeling his glans slip inside and stay that way for a moment. You gasp with some desperation, you want him to move, but the archer seems paralyzed, you feel his hands rest on your ass and he pushes some more. You look over your shoulder, discovering him totally focused on what he is doing. His eyes are on his own cock, how it loses itself between your folds, how your wet insides receive it tightly, slipping deeper. Daryl grunts like an animal before withdrawing almost completely. His hands now tighten on your hips and he thrusts violently becoming completely still inside you.

You cry out in pain and pleasure, throwing your head back. Your fingers curl into the wall, clawing, your hips thrust back wanting to feel him deeper. Daryl pulls back again long enough to thrust again, repeating the action several times, driving you wild. You moan loudly, moving in time with him, feeling him thrust his way inside you violently, pounding your insides deep, deep, deep. Pleasure courses through you both, Daryl keeps panting and moaning against the skin of your back. He rests his forehead on the center of your back and his thrusts begin to get faster but just as deep. One of his arms encircles your waist and his fingers touch and squeeze your swollen clit. You moan again in desperation, feeling that you are on the verge of another orgasm.

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99 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 10:20:32 GMT

#2

Hitchhiking  Norman Trucker x Fem!Reader +18

Hi, everyone! I was going to post this story the next week, but I proud of myself because I figured out how to ‘minimize’ my fics, I know that's a stupid thing, but I'm pretty clumsy with these things and I feel very excited now.

This may be the first fic I came up with Norman. I saw the scene in the Vacation movie and it was pretty funny to me and I came up with it. I'm going to post the initial idea that came to my mind, because later I rewrote it and made it a little longer and well... different.

HITCHHIKING TRUCKER X FEM!READER +18

M, Smutt... And a little different ending.

Sumary: You have to go home, but you don't have the money for it, so your only solution is a rather attractive truck driver... What can go wrong?

N/A: Sorry I think it’s pretty long that my others fics...

Sorry for my english, it isn’t my first language!!

Enjoy and thanks for reading!!

It wasn’t a good idea, you know it when you have been walking for several hours on the highway looking for someone to take you to your new destination. You aren’t in your best situation, you know, nowadays it's not very advisable to hitchhike alone, but your trip to New York has been more chaotic than you expected and the money you have left can't pay for the trip back home. You're frustrated, tired and thankful it's not too hot, but you're still sweating more than you'd like. Your feet keep going, because you are stubborn by nature and because you can't stay in the middle of the road.

You look up at the sky being thankful you've reached a rest stop for travelers, there's a gas station, a small restaurant and a bunch of trucks parked there. You're not quite sure how to do this, you've never faced anything like this, but your father was a truck driver, so it's not like you're scared to death of them. You move forward determined, you watch the trucks trying to figure out where they are from and especially where they are headed, until you find one that has an Atlanta sign on the back of the load. You smile excitedly and enter the restaurant wishing it was someone nice enough to give you a ride. The atmosphere is quiet, somewhat rarefied, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes mixed with the sweat of those men makes you a little dizzy, but you pull yourself together, you have to be nice and you don't smell much better, surely. You walk to the bar and take out some coins to order a coffee and use the bathroom to wash up a bit. All those men are looking at you and you start to feel really uncomfortable, but that's what you went in there for. You clear your throat a little and turn to face them.

"Sorry to bother you...does anyone own the truck outside that goes to Atlanta?". You ask and at the same time you regret it a little. Everyone keeps looking at you and one of them smiles a devious smile.

"Why do you ask, miss, did you miss something there?". You get your question back with another one from a man at the lone table, he's wearing a gnawed vest, a flannel shirt and a rather thick down jacket.

"I'm trying to get home and it would be very kind if you would let me go with one of you..." you find your idea worse and worse, no doubt those men don't look trustworthy, some of them even laugh in your face. “I don't have much money, but...”

"I'm sorry, miss, but you are wasting your time, we don't take vagabonds on our journeys. "

The laughter gets louder and you feel worse, the waiter serves you coffee and the key to the sink, which you are grateful for. You drink your coffee in a couple of long sips and go out to the restrooms off to the side. You open and close them behind you to make sure no one enters by mistake, drop your backpack on the floor and pull out some clothes to change into. You use the sink to wash yourself as best as you can, you wet a towel by passing it with some soap over your body and dry yourself with another one, it's not the best way, but at least you feel a little better. You throw the wet towel in the bathroom trash and get out. You are startled when the man from before is waiting for you at the door with a nasty smile.

"Little girl you left without letting me explain" he smiles and licks his lips. "I can take you to Atlanta, but I would need something in return..."

"I don't have much money, but when we get there, I'll give you what I have left..."

"No little girl, I'm not talking about money." He approaches towards you and you understand what he means, you grimace and try to move away, but he corners you against the toilet wall, you raise your hand ready to hit him, he holds you and licks the palm of it, that makes you retch.

"Sorry for the wait." you hear behind the man's back and you open your eyes. Right behind is another trucker, he is wearing a black cap, black mid-length hair, dark sunglasses, a vest and an open flannel shirt revealing another shirt underneath and dark gray work pants, in one hand he is carrying a cigarette and in the other a bag with what looks like the remains of a meal. "I had to buy cigarettes, shall we go?". His voice sounds raspy, and deep, possibly from years of smoking. He stands there, watching you, not saying anything else, but he seems to be waiting for something to happen. The man moves a little away from you, the newcomer takes off his glasses and pins his blue gaze on him, he's a little taller so he's somewhat intimidating, the trucker grunts and walks away leaving you alone. Sigh gratefully, with a hand on your chest and you wipe over your pants the one the man has licked…

"Thank you very much..."

"You shouldn't suggest that you're alone in a place like this" He replies putting his glasses back on. "It's like you're offering them an open bar."

"Yeah, I've found that out... anyway thanks for helping me out."

"Where are you going?" He asks you with a nod.

"To Atlanta... well to Woodbury, but from Atlanta I can manage on my own..."

"Well... we still have almost thirteen hours to travel, and don't expect to get there today" he assures you turning around and starting to walk, seeing that you don't follow he turns back to you, shrugs and throws away the cigarette in his hand. "Or would you rather go on your own?"

You shake your head sharply, no, you don't want to find yourself alone again on the road and have the man from before finish what this one interrupted him. You grab your backpack and follow him to his truck. He is carrying a huge trailer of what looks like a company that transports rather bulky objects, reinforced to prevent the goods from getting lost in an accident and attached to an imposing cabin. You're sure that you'll be able to travel comfortably in there without getting in the way. You stop for a second before opening the co-pilot's door, being there in that situation reminds you of your father; the trips you made together when you were just a child and had no school, getting up early at three or four in the morning, traveling slowly but entertaining because everything seemed new from such a high perspective and the return asleep in the bed at the back of the cabin. When you got a little older you struggled to stay awake and sometimes succeeded. You take a long sigh and open the door and climb inside the cabin holding on to the support bar of the door. You take off your backpack leaving it between your legs and close the door.  You see him signal you to leave your backpack in the back and you thank him with a whisper. You twist in place to leave it behind and discover a sleeping area far better equipped than the one you remember from your father's old truck. It has a built-in radiator that can give off hot or cold air depending on the season, on the top there is a bunk against the roof of the cab, the wall of the cab has small holes that give you to understand that they are drawers so that the trucker can store his things there for long trips and the mattress of the bed that is prepared is somewhat thicker than a centimeter, which should make the rest much more pleasant. Certainly nothing like what you remember. You smile as you discover some of the man's clothes to one side and what looks like a camera and some notebooks, you don't want to ask, you've only just met, but it catches your eye. You leave your backpack on the mattress and fix your gaze on him as he steps onto the road.

"My name is Boira." You introduce yourself.

"Norman."

Norman you repeat in your mind, the truth is she has a Norman face, it's an absurd comment but she does. He frowns slightly from the sun hitting him directly in the eyes and nibbles his lip somewhat nervously as he pulls onto the road to continue on his way. You can't help but watch him silently as he maneuvers and positions himself on his side of the road. He feels your gaze on him and turns to look at you. You redden a little as you feel uncovered and smile.

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117 notes • Posted 2021-10-02 10:31:20 GMT

#1

Fucking Redneck DarylxFem!Reader +18

Hi! I'm here again! This time I come with Daryl again. Thank you very much for the likes and comments that you gave me, I'm really happy that you liked my stories.

I hope you enjoy it as well!!

Fucking Redneck Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader +18

One shot. M. Smut.(Yes, again, I don't know how to write anything else)

N/A: I have a problem with Daryl Dixon season 2 and 3 so… this is what came to my mind. It could be another part from the first one shot I posted here the last week… more or less…(It should've been a long story but I don't feel ready for a long fic… sorry) and I tried to make Daryl more Daryl but I don't know if I succeeded... Sorry if he sounds weird or funny, I'm still developing him in my mind.

Sumary: Sophia is gone, Dale is gone. You didn't know any of them but it hurts anyway…

You are exhausted, tired, your whole body trembles, your hands, your legs. You gasp uncontrollably, you feel like your head is going to explode at any moment. Tears mixted with the drops of water and sweat that run down your face. You look at your hands and still see blood on them. But they’re clean. You immerse them back into the river water and rub your skin with desperation. You lost Dale that night and you can't get it out of your mind when Daryl took Rick's revolver and shot him to end his suffering. You didn't know Dale, you hadn't been in the group for revolver start, in fact even you don't consider yourself part of them. However, Dale was a good man, wise and kind, he didn't deserve to end up like that. Especially when he was right and one mistake caused the group to break up.

Your hands are starting to turn a reddish color because of how hard you are scratching your skin, the mud and small stones from the river are hurting your skin, but you don't seem to mind. You just want to stop watching Dale die, over and over again.

A hiss cuts through the air and the thud of a dead body falling to the ground, forces your head up. Not far from where you are, a rabbit has an arrow pierced from temple to temple. Damn Daryl Dixon, he had eagle eyesight and lethal aim. You don't need him there right now.

You were actually on your way home when it all happened, you were able to escape the checkpoints and return home in search of your parents, when you arrived they weren't  there and someone had looted their things. After giving yourself some time and allowing yourself to cry about it you had gathered what the people hadn’t  taken and went on your way. You were on your way out of town when you heard a shot, the piercing screams forced you to run in their direction and you discovered it was the Greene's house. That's how you met the Atlanta group, that's how you met Daryl Dixon.

You two have never had a good connection, for whatever reason, after you helped Hershel with his wounds, the man has never addressed you, not without growling or barking at the end of his sentences. You understand him being suspicious of you, you came out of nowhere, but you helped saving his life. At least he could stop snorting every time he saw you.

Now you’re frustrated, angry, devastated by everything that has happened and the last thing you need is his tough gaze on you. Of course things don't get better when he opens his mouth.

"What’re ya doin' here? ’s dangerous." And there it’s again, the snort coming out of his mouth.

"Not now…Leave me alone, Daryl..." You try to ask him, but his footsteps approach to you.

"Ya didn't know them, not Sophia, not Dale, don’t pretend to care ‘bout their deaths. Get up. You look stupid."

You have a temperament. You figured it out at the beginning of this whole zombie apocalypse thing. You've never been angry before, you've never yelled or argued with anyone, you've always been a calm, quiet person. You discovered that you could yell, and also you could hit people.

And that happens as soon as Daryl stops talking. You feel his hand grab your arm, ready to pull you up, but you roll over and turn away, with your fist clenched. You could punch him in the balls and leave Daryl lying on the ground, crying like a baby, but your goal is different.

His side.

Right where he wounded himself with his own arrow. You shoot your fist and hit accurately in his wound, it's already healed, but the area is still sensitive and you take advantage of that. Daryl screams in pain, lets go of you and cringes in pain, he takes a few steps back, letting go of the crossbow, touching where you hit him.

"Don't you dare tell me how I may or may not feel, you fucking redneck!" You yell angrily at him getting up, backing away from him.

You walk up to the rabbit, pick it up off the ground and pull out the arrow and throw it at the archer. You see Daryl holding his side, looking at you from the corner of his eye, his jaw tensing, enduring the pain.

You have a temper, but you're like champagne, once you explode and the foam disappears, you become nothing, and now Daryl's gaze, is giving you fear. You feel like you have to run away, right now. You walk away quickly, but you don't get very far.

Daryl has thrown himself on you, your bodies collide like two rocks, you run out of air as you fall to the ground. Daryl blocks your body with his. He grabs your wrists, above your head, rips the rabbit from your hands and throws it away. His gaze has turned a dangerous, dark, electric blue, his brow furrowed and his jaw so tight that you fear you'll see a trickle of blood spill from his lips at any moment.

"Tha's the second time ya've dared hit me..." He growls against your face and your body shudders.

Yes, this is the second time, the first time was several nights ago, before Dale's accident happened. You had found Sophia, Shane and the others shot all the dead coming out of the barn and the little girl caused a shock to the whole group, especially her mother, Carol. After that you witnessed the Greene family fall apart and the Atlanta group break apart, Daryl walked away from everyone, as if he wanted nothing to do with his companions.

The question of why you hit him was because Lori asked him for help, Rick and Glenn went looking for Hershel in town and she asked the archer to go get them. Daryl's answer was no. So she went looking for them by herself. Lori had a car accident, Beth went into shock, you went looking for Lori and when you found out this was Daryl's fault you went after him. Again, you were a champagne bottle about to explode. You were arriving at his tent when you see him arguing with Carol, since you came to the group you always thought that Carol and Daryl had a relationship, that he was Sophia's father and that's why he was desperate to find her, but apparently it wasn't, even the woman's presence seemed to bother the archer. He shouted something very close to her face and she instinctively took a step back. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You stood between Daryl and Carol and your hand shot out towards his face. The hit resounded violently, it had so much momentum that even the nedneck turned his face in the direction of the hit.

"Don't you dare speak to her like that again. Never." You say with a strong threat in your voice. "You're a complete asshole. These people love you, you're part of a group and you're just a fucking coward who's running away because he thinks he fucked up. They need you because you're important to them." You say again and you watch as Daryl's gesture slowly changes. "You can keep on out here acting offended and eating those nasty squirrels, but I swear if anything happens to Lori's baby, I'll break your face." You assure him, and again the froth is gone. You don't give Daryl time to respond, you grab Carol's hand and the two of you walk out of there.

After that, you don't know if because of you or because of what Carol told him before you arrived, Daryl made an appearance at the Greene house and rejoined the group.

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