#corny

[graac1e]

opening up a x black reader fic and all of a sudden evb talkin and acting like they grew up in the bronx, japan

[mpc-1000]

[honeycloudsandkissies]

“𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲,, 𝄢 | frank castle x reader oneshot

title: stay, w.c: 1.8k

pairing: frank castle x reader

after he finally opens up, you’ve began an unlikely friendship with frank castle, the punisher. as a working nurse, he becomes your personal regular when the sun sets. while this dynamic keeps progressing, it seems someone’s got their head in too deep. who? i guess we’ll never know.

c.w: teensy bit of angst if you squint, corny asl, petnames used: sweetheart

a/n: little outta pocket w/o context, b/c once again this is part of a bigger fic that i never got around to finish writing haha………… but some context for this particular scene/argument is that reader has stuck their nose somewhere where it doesn’t belong in hopes of warning frank of upcoming danger. he obviously doesn’t need it. yadayadaaa enjoy + sorta canon-adjacent (takes place after season 2 punisher)

With Frank still recovering on the couch, I sat at the dinner table, just observing him.

Today was rougher than usual— the moment I heard a knock on my door, I wondered about his early arrival, but my questions were answered once he stumbled into my arms, a bloody mess. Usually, every night he’d come I’d be able to tell the damage that Frank had done to the others, but tonight, he seemed like the unlucky one. A puncture wound straight down his shoulder, countless bruises scattered all over his body and face, not to mention the cut on his lip.

“Jesus christ, Frank..” I caught him swiftly before he could go fully limp.

He attempted to hold pressure to the fast bleeding wound, but soon deemed it too difficult, his head becoming lighter with each step he took.

I wrap his arm around my neck and shoulder, laying him onto the couch. For what seemed like forever, I tried to patch up Frank as best as I could. He came in and out of it every few minutes, as I patted him awake just as he was about to go under every time. Eventually, I’m able to stitch the wound closed, and apply the bandage accordingly, and turned my attention to the smaller injuries. Just shortly after I’d finished, he passed out, from what I’d hoped because of tiredness, and not from the insane blood loss.

Now, I sat, watching him rest. For once, he looked at peace, not like he was fighting thirty different things at once. Almost like a puppy, I thought. The idea made me smile a bit to myself, but I quickly snapped myself out of it. I noticed his body beginning to move, and I worriedly got up, immediately heading towards him, my eyebrows furrowing together. I kneeled right by his side, hovering my hands over his body, whispering,

“Frank?”

His body began to shiver, closing in on itself. I let out a relieved sigh, dropping my hands back to my lap. He was just cold. I reached over to grab the blanket hanging over the couch, and spread it out across his body. As I get up, beginning to head back to the dinner table, I hear him mutter under his breath, weakly, yet still enough for me to catch,

“Hey, doll..” he groaned.

I snap my head back at the sound, slowly walking back towards him,

“Hey…” I whisper, kneeling back down.

I can see him trying to hoist himself up, and I reach out to keep him from succeeding, “Woah, woah, cowboy. Calm down. Where are you tryna go?” I scoff.

He groans at each movement he makes, “Gotta finish the job..” He grumbles, still trying to get up, while I try to push him back down again, causing him to glance down.

“You.. you almost bled out on my couch— so I think I get to make some calls here, right?” I argue.

He chuckles lightly, taking my fingers into his palms, lifting them off his body, allowing himself to sit up. He never lets go of my hands, even as he sits up fully, which left me positioned right in front of him, by his knees.

“Oh, so this is all a joke to you?” I furrow my eyebrows together, looking up at him.

“Didn’t say that,” He mutters under his breath, continuing to look down at my hands in his.

“Well, you’re not going anywhere, you’re in no condition.“ I get up, taking my hands out of his grasp, while he continues to avoid eye contact.

He sighs, then follows my move, where now he towers over me. I look up at him, now seeing his perplexed look on his face. I furrow my brows together, concerned. He avoids looking straight at me, his mouth slightly open as if he was going to say something.

“What is it?” I say softly.

He finally makes eye contact, but he suddenly clears his throat. “This’ll be the last time you’ll even have to worry ‘bout this sorta stuff, alright?” He drops my hands, now turning away to head for the door.

“Wha— what are you talking about?” I double-take, hurrying over to stand between him and the door.

“I.. we— I won’t be comin’ for any more.. uh.. nightly.. visits.” He mutters. I stand, confused, a bit hurt.

“Won’t be bothering you anymore, sweetheart.” He clears his throat, trying to get past me to the door, but I grab his wrist.

“What? Is that why you’re leaving? ‘Cause you think you’re bothering me?” My voice heightens, hoping to sympathize with him.

I hear him sigh, before snapping his head back to turn to me, his face, still perplexed as usual. “No, no. I gotta go ‘cause of what you did.” He grunts, pointing a finger at me.

“‘Cause of what I did? The hell did I do, except help you?” I scoff, taken aback.

“You endangered yourself. Willingly. For what?” He raised his voice.

“Wait- Are you talking about me heading down to the bar to.. I don’t know, save your life?!” I jeered.

“Save my life.. save my life,” he chuckled, mocking me. “You saw Beth, right? Tha’s how you got that info, huh?” He turned his body towards me.

I gulped, “Yeah, but as soon as I knew she told the—“

“Yeah, then you became one more thing I had to worry about.” He raised his voice again.

My face, before filled with concern, was now showing signs of anger, and possible resentment. But shock, nonetheless.

“Oh, so I’m a burden— That, that’s why you’re leaving.” I shrugged, scoffing.

“You saw what went down at that bar. And had you not done what I told you to, you woulda ended up in a hospital— not workin’ a shift, doll.”

“But I did, and I hid, and I’m fine. You’re fine. A life for a life,” I chuckled, shrugging it off.

“God, I shouldn’t have to save your goddamn life!” His face grows angrier.

I take a step back, never seeing him so furious before. I maintain eye contact, worried.

“You.. you’re gettin’ too attached! Christ!” He runs his hand through his hair, turning away from me.

It almost seemed as if the reminder was for him, rather than who he was screaming at.

He takes deep breaths, his back turned to me, seeming like he’s trying to calm himself down.

I should run, right? The big, bad, Punisher.. he’s angry.. shouting, furious, in my apartment. But, he’s always just been Frank to me. Or- or Pete, whoever he was, he wouldn’t hurt me. Right?

I take a step forward, reaching out to wrap my fingers around his arm, trying to pull him to face me again. I managed to calm myself down, feeling more concerned for him rather than scornful,

“Frank.” I say softly.

He turns his head slowly, meeting my gaze. His eyes were so.. soft, but so sad. He wasn’t angry. At all. His face read all types of complicated, perplexed, and overwhelmed.

“Frank, what’s goin’ on?” I sigh.

He closes his eyes for a moment, before breathing out through his nose, blinking his eyes open once again. He now turns his full body to me again, a soft, defeated look written on his face. He wraps his fingers around mine again, looking down.

He takes a deep breath, “I liked Beth. A lot. I do like Beth.”

I raise an eyebrow, confused.

“Christ, you were there. You saw her. In that bed— she’s got a son, she has somethin’ to live for, and she, she..” he trails off.

I nod, assuring him to go on.

“She got caught in that goddamn crossfire. And she.. she shouldn’t have been. If it.. weren’t— if it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t be sitting in a damn hospital bed, all wounded up like that.” he inhales.

“But, it just..” he trails off again, and I caress my finger over his, waiting for him to continue. He closes his eyes, breathing out, slowly opening them. “Can’t be you.” He whispers.

I look up at him, confused.

“It can’t be you. I won’t let it happen. I can’t let it happen. Not ever. It cannot be you.” He sighs.

“What are you talking about?” I whisper.

“I can’t have you in the crossfire. I can’t have you endin’ up in that bed, all bandaged up— I can’t be havin’ to save your life.” He grunts.

I widen my eyes.

“I shouldn’t be havin’ to save your life, ‘cause it shouldn’t have— have to be in danger, ever.” He mutters.

“I liked Beth, a lot. But, christ, when it comes to you,“

“No, I’m not gonna let that happen to you.” He finally looks up to meet my eyes, and I wonder if he can read my expression.

Because I can certainly read his.

I soften the look on my face, trying to offer him a small smile. He sighs, and just as he’s about to turn away one final time,

I latch onto him, tucking my arms under his, pressing my palms onto his back, just below his shoulder blades. I rest my cheek on his chest, his heartbeat to my ear, as I’m perfectly tucked just beneath his chin, in the nape of his neck. I hear him breathing heavily beneath me, while his arms stay glued to his side, still unready to touch me back.

I move my gaze upwards, tilting my head up towards him, and he does the same, angling his head towards me. Our faces lay only a few inches apart, while my hands are still holding onto him.

“I’ve gotta go, sweetheart.” He whispers, running his fingers through my hair, while he finally rests his other palm on my lower back, just above my hip.

“Just stay.” I boldly ask, and he scoffs.

“Just.. just don’t go back out there. And stay. For the night.”

“For once, Frank.”

His gaze softens, and I tuck my head back into the nape of his neck, just holding him closely. His grasp on me grows even tighter, as he rests his chin on top of my head.

I breathe out, relaxing, slowly.

I feel his jaw moving against the top of my head, and I hear a mutter, just beneath his breath,

“think you mean somethin’ to me,”

“… more than I could ever damn realize.”

I couldn’t catch that first part.

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[zipzapfrogboy]

The whole “my friend over there thinks you’re cute” thing where you point in a direction and then run to where you pointed except it’s Clark Kent and midway through the dash he strips off his clothes to reveal the Superman suit

[ily66]

ೃ⁀➷ Lucky You

daryl dixon × f!reader

words : 3,716

summary : watching daryl fix one of the prison community cars has you riled up

warnings : smut! some season three-four spoilers! munch!daryl, ooc, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f and m receiving), sub!daryl, premature ejaculation, he's not a virgin but still inexperienced

notes : imo, this is ooc bc i feel like daryl woudnt be into sex like this. that boy is vanilla asf, cant change my mind. but i do like the hc of him being a munch and subby, so here we are, and i am definitely not proofreading any of this i actually hated making this abt halfway through, so...

After the fall of Woodbury, all of its civilians now lived in the prison with your small group. Ever since, the community has just gotten bigger and bigger. That means cars were in demand, and being used constantly. That also meant that plenty of them were breaking down.

Daryl, being the assigned mechanic, has been working on one of the bigger vans you all need for packing supplies or people. It wouldn't start, for some unknown reason, and it halted a supply run completely.

You knew Daryl didn't mind this. It gave him a break from the walkers and people at the same time. Of course, you also definitely didn't mind. You stood a ways away from him, watching him. You were helping Patrick and Carol with cooking for now, but it wasn't your primary responsibility. Today was just a slow-paced one.

You chew on your bottom lip as you watch him intensely. His arms were your main focus. His sun-kissed skin was glistening with sweat that slowly helped remove the grime from those big muscles. How'd he get dirt along the entirety of his arms? No idea.

The dirt played an odd role in charming you. You were practically drooling. His muscles in his arms tightened and squeezed occasionally as he worked. His hands were collecting staining oil on them, seeing as he didn't bother with gloves.

Your eyes trail down his body, loving every inch of skin you could see, especially when his shirt would tug up with his movements. Before you know it, your gaze lands on his jeans, more so the front of them. Holy shit, he was packing! An obscene bulge pressed against the baggy denim of his jeans, making his zipper glint in the sunlight.

Your name being shouted takes you out of your perverted staring. Your head snaps over in the direction of the noise. You see Carol watching you, a knowing grin on her lips. Her pretty eyes are upturned as she laughs.

"Could you be anymore obvious?" She teases, watching you grin back at her. You were shy to share your inappropriate thoughts with the woman. You knew you probably should've, considering she was seriously close to Daryl and could easily narc on you.

You shrug, your eyes trailing back to him shamelessly.

"Come on, let me enjoy this. Modern day porn right in front of me and you're teasing me." You quip back, your wide eyes watching him closely again.

"Daryl!" Carol suddenly calls. You jump, your dazed eyes snapping away and to her instead. Your face was tinted a soft red hue now, knowing Daryl probably caught on to this. Carol's big grin, your red face, how quickly you turned away when she called for him. Gosh, you were so getting payback on her.

She lifts up a paper plate with some food on it, signalling him to get his portion before everyone else. He immediately complies, barely wiping his hands down before heading over. That same flaunting walk as always.

You lean close to Carol, whispering something to her before he could get close enough to hear.

"Walks like it's heavy," you whisper softly, making both of you immediately laugh.

"What'ch'a gosspin' 'bout now?" He asks, taking the plate from Carol as he immediately starts digging into the freshly cooked meal.

Before you could respond, a nervous laugh is heard behind the three of you. Apparently you weren't the only one admiring Daryl.

"Hi, M-Mr. Dixon!" A nervous Patrick squeaks, grinning up at him. You grin, thankful that he interrupted and also just actually entertained by this.

You always loved watching Daryl try to interact with the new members of the community. They were all admiring him, while he didn't understand why. You didn't know how he didn't get it. How handsome and reliable he was made him seemingly perfect for anyone to see.

You watch him with slightly lidded eyes, seeing as Patrick continues pestering him. The boy shakily asks for a handshake, the ultimate honor code in his mind, apparently. Daryl looks over at you, seeing your lust bridled eyes and slightly amused glint. He licks his fingers, one by one, sucking the juice off of the thick, dirty digits. He then, slaps his palm into the boys, expecting a grossed out expression. Instead, Patrick simply looked ecstatic, immediately thanking him before getting back to work.

Daryl looks back over to you and Carol, who were both grinning. He shakes his head a little.

"You could spit in their face and they'd be honored, Daryl. What're you gonna do with that kind of fame?" You tease, grinning at him.

"We liked you first, remember that," Carol adds.

He simply rolls his eyes, finishing his food, before sauntering back over to that van he had been working on all morning.

You make sure he's out of earshot before you let out a low wolf whistle, making Carol laugh again, her teasing switching to you now.

Soon enough, you excuse yourself to bother Daryl again. You walk excitedly along until you're next to Daryl, who was bent slightly, still working.

"What?" He asks in a brute tone.

"What? It's hot over there so I wanted to come over here." You say, giving a definite excuse.

"It's hot ever'where. It's called summer, dumbass," he spits back.

"Astounding observation. Maybe I'm just tired of hearing the little guy gushing about you? I think your fan club is expanding even more."

"Nah, you would've jus' said that. You lyin' 'gain?" He says, immediately seeing right through your facade. You pause for a moment, a little lopsided grin on your lips.

"Fine. Maybe I just like watching a hot man work. Didn't realize that was a crime in your book," you announce with a proud grin. Of course, his face is immediately bright red.

"What'ch'a call me?"

"Hot working man. Sexy would work too. Pretty boy..-"

"Shut it. Now." He demands harshly. His face was hued red, and definitely not from the heat. You laugh softly, but not teasing anymore. You hold your hands up in a mock surrender.

"Yes sir!" You say, like how Patrick would, making him roll his eyes.

You leave him there, going up to walk by Carol again.

"I'm totally winning him over. Old fashioned courting with a hint of catcalls does the trick." You say with a sarcastic tone, leaning forward so your ass stuck out a little.

"I was going to say you're being dramatic, but he's definitely checking you out right now." She says, making you immediately break out in a bright grin. You turn, looking over your shoulder and see what she said was true. He was staring right at you, his hand fidgeting with a rag. He was looking at the swell of your jeans, the embroidered hearts on your back pockets alluring to him. The poor thing was damn near drooling. Your eyes slide down to his hips again, seeing how a bigger tent sat in the front of his jeans.

You wanted nothing more than to jump him right there. You could already imagine him underneath you, riding him, whining as he's about to cum.

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It's later that night, you're lying down in your cell. You, luckily, were some of the few who still had a cell all to themselves. You think about Daryl, again. You haven't seen him since you caught him checking you out so obviously. You remember how his skin glinted like diamonds in the sunlight. Those fierce blue eyes as he looks you up and down. The way he sucked the stickiness from his fingers had you imagining him licking and sucking something else like that.

You exhale softly, your eyes shut as you slip your fingertips into your jeans and then panties. You just start to rub little circles into your wet folds when a noise snaps your eyes open.

You see Daryl, the man of the hour, standing right there. His eyes were wide, his lips a tight line. You pull your hand from your pants, sitting up a little.

"There's this new invention called knocking, you hear about it?" You tease. He expected you to be enraged at being spied on like this, but instead, you look relaxed and actually more excited.

"Uh.. C- Carol told me you wanted to- to, uh, see me." He says nervously, looking at the floor tensely. You stand up, inching a little closer.

"Think she's playing matchmaker again. I didn't ask for you-" With that, he's immediately backing up, like it was you telling him to get lost. You quickly grab his wrist, not harshly, but firmly. You tug him a little closer.

"Doesn't mean I don't like your company. I'm sure you could be useful. Plus, I'd feel rude sending you away with this.." you whisper softly, your free hand dropping to his waistband. His breath hitches softly as he instinctively flinches away. It only takes a few moments of your gentle ministrations for him to lean a little closer.

"Want me to help you with this, hm?" You ask, your fingertips brushing against the prominent bulge. He shudders softly before nodding quickly. You slowly release his wrist before adjusting him to be on your bed. You lie him down, positioning yourself over him on the bed. Your knees tuck underneath you, your hands trailing up from his crotch to his chest and wide shoulders. You cup his jaw softly, his eyes still looking away.

"Daryl, look at me." You order softly, your thumb pressing along his bottom lip. His eyes hesitantly meet yours, and you can feel his face heating up.

"N-.. never done it.. not like this, at least." He grumbles quietly.

"Like this?"

"So.. slow. With someone so purdy.. 'n sweet." He whispers into the crisp night air. He looked like he was about to bolt out of there, despite your knee being in between his thighs and his almost innocent words.

You brush his hair back, out of his face and behind his ear. You sigh softly, something close to a little moan. His eyes watch you so intensely now.

"Can't help myself, not with you. Wasn't lying when I said you're such a pretty boy." You murmur. You lean closer and closer until your noses are practically touching. He shudders softly again and you press your lips to his, finally, after months of wanting him.

The kiss quickly deepens into a full make out, consisting of him making soft noises into it. You leaned your body forward, feeling his hard length on your thigh. You feel it twitch in his pants at the contact, his hands squeezing and tensing on the sheets under him.

"You can touch me, baby.. touch me, Daryl." You whisper hotly on his lips. Immediately, his rough hands come up to your hips, squeezing there. He groans into the wet kiss, your tongues intertwined. He squeezes your waist now, a hand pressing into the small of your back. You slowly grind down into his thigh, letting his hard-on rub on yours. He groans loudly this time, pulling away to quickly hide his face in your shoulder. He pants and moans into your neck.

You pause in realization. He just came. He came in his pants from some kissing and light rubbing. You can feel his cheek burning against your skin.

"Fff- fuck. 'm sorry," he growls quietly, obviously embarrassed.

You huff, your hands sliding up to hold the back of his neck.

"Did you-?"

"Said 'm sorry.." he repeats.

"Don't, that was so fucking hot. So hot, you know that? You can cum from just kissing and little touches? How is that not hot?" You continue, kissing his head. He doesn't respond this time, just keeps his face hidden from you.

"How about this? You.. help me with your fingers, maybe your mouth, and after we see if you're up for another round? See if I can take care of you properly." You ask, seeing if he'd agree. He perked up upon hearing you allow him to help you. He nods quickly, eager to please you, especially after cumming so early on.

You nod back, slowly moving to adjust the position so you were now laying down. Daryl moves so he's in between your thighs. He looks at you, watching as you nod again, before he starts removing your belt. He tosses it on the ground, unbuttoning your jeans with his other hand. He quickly unzips it, obviously excited for this.

He suddenly pauses, his breath hitching. You look down at what he hesitated on and grinned. A sewn in patch on the inside of your jeans, just behind the zipper. It's red and says "Lucky You" with a little heart. Just below your jean waistline was a soft cotton pair of panties which are white and laced. He moans softly at the sight, his thumb reaching up to press against the wet spot of your panties. You exhale, moaning softly.

"Thought of you when I got these. Found them on a run.. couldn't wait to have you actually seen them." You admit softly, smiling down at him. He presses his lips to your clothed mound. You sigh softly again. He presses his nose against it, inhaling for a moment.

"Smell so fuckin' good, girl.." he grumbles into your pussy. He tugs your panties down, kissing every inch of revealed skin. You're so glad you were able to find a decent razor before this. He yanks down your tight jeans, kissing your pussy before he pulls your panties down too. He tugs them until they're both at your knees. He moves so your legs are over his shoulders, his face right next to your bare pussy. He doesn't hold back anymore, immediately slipping his tongue out to taste you. He moans and presses his mouth deeper into your wet sex. His nose is just above your clit, inhaling your scent as he tastes you everywhere with his fast moving tongue.

He continues moaning, making the sweetest vibrations against you. His tongue presses flat on your bud, moving it slowly to drag out the pleasure. He then slips it lower, pressing the tip of his tongue on your entrance. All the while you're mewling. One hand is muffling the noise, the other in his hair, holding him against you. You tighten your thighs around his head, keeping him locked in place.

It doesn't take long at all for your climax to approach. Your back arches off the bed. You press his face deeper into your pussy, which he obliges with a contented moan. He could stay there forever. Right as you're teetering on the edge, you see him grinding his hips down into the hard mattress beneath you two. That's more than enough for you to cum on his mouth, not even needing the assistance of his fingers. He moans as he quickly eats it up, cleaning you as well as he could.

"That was so good, pretty boy.. please let me take care of you, I need it." You plead softly, looking down at him as he continues kissing your sensitive pussy. He almost gets lost in it again if it weren't for your words. He slowly pulls away, nodding a little. He sits up carefully, taking his place on his back again. You quickly kick off your bottoms before you straddle him again. This time, your full focus is on the growing length beneath your pussy. You rub it through the rough denim for a moment, watching him with a grin as he squirmed. You remove his belt and jeans quickly, not wanting to spare another moment away from his cock.

You pull it out, the heavy limb in your soft palms. You move down his legs slightly, bending over so your mouth was by his dick. It twitches in your palm, leaking steadily while begging for attention. You look up at him as you place the meaty tip into your mouth. He immediately moans throatily, his hips bucking. You choke slightly before quickly swallowing down more of his impressive length.

His hips stutter and he quickly taps your cheek with the pads of his fingertips.

"Fuckk.. baby, get off, please, I'm gonna cum.." he groans softly, his member twitching with restraint. You pull off tortuously slowly, pressing your palm to his length as you sit up again. You grin down at him.

"You're so sensitive. Was it like this the other times you've had sex?" You ask, genuinely curious. He quickly shakes his head no, looking away.

"Oh, yeah? Just like me that much, huh?" You tease, to which he obediently nods. You reach down, grabbing both of his wrists carefully. You tug them up, placing his cupped hands right on your breasts. He shudders, his cock twitching against your soft thigh. He squeezes slowly, as if trying to adjust to the realness of the situation, that he wasn't having another dream. He continues groping your tits through your flannel, rubbing slowly. His entire focus is on them now. You're making soft noises, pressing your face into his broad shoulder. You slowly unbutton your top, revealing more and more skin for him to see. Daryl's eyes widen as he watches, slowly removing his hands only to immediately latch on again. Now, he could feel even more of your soft skin.

"Off, take it off too," he demands, but his voice isn't harsh. You know what he means, and quickly unclasped your bra, letting it cascade off of you. You feel his rough hands squeeze again. He groans softly as he feels your nipples pebble into his palm. He leans up a little, kissing your tits and nipples softly as he continues squeezing them.

As he's occupied with your tits, you slip a hand in between you two. You grab his still throbbing dick, squeezing softly. He moans against your breasts, looking up at you through his lashes. You guide his cock until the head is pressed against your entrance. You grind forward, humming, until it slowly sinks in. Daryl sits back, gasping softly as your tight heat embraces him.

He grips your hips, squeezing there. His hips buck again, slipping his cock all the way inside of you. You moan louder, feeling stuffed by him.

"Oh, fuckk.. fuck, yes, baby. Go slow.." he says quietly, not wanting to cum early again. He'd be beyond embarrassed if he accidentally came as soon as you sank down.

"Le' me hold 'em. Need you so fucking bad, girl." He groans, his hands trailing to your tits to squeeze them again.

"Oh my gosh.. so big, Daryl.. feels so fucking good, gonna make me cum so quick," you mewl, leaning back as you start grinding harder. He bucks his hips up again, trying to urge you to bounce on his dick. You do just that as you start bouncing on it for him, making you both groan in sync. You lean down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as you ride him. Your tits would've been bouncing if it weren't for his tight hold on then still. You tug him by the hairs on his neck, kissing him deeper.

Like Daryl said, he wasn't a virgin. He was pushing forty, of course he wasn't a virgin anymore. The few times he did have sex were with women Merle would have around their house. He'd pay for about an hour, and "accidentally" get two girls instead of one. He lasted far longer with these girls, but that was also because he could hardly even get his dick to chub up.

With you, though? You've had his dick hard all day, just from making measly eye contact. You've got him so attached that he's been using his fist more than he was as a teenager. Cold showers are his next option, which he's taken quite a few already.

He rocks his head back, hips snapping up to meet yours with each bounce. He moans loudly, the muscles in his arms tensing as that familiar coil tugs at him.

"Fuck, girl! Don't stop, don't fuckin' stop.. so close!-" he whines, whimpering at each squeeze. He couldn't believe you could get tighter than you already were.

You lean forward desperately, trying to connect your lips again to silence your moans as you weren't truly alone.

He suddenly releases your tits, instead clutching your hips to help bounce you as he rutted into you shamelessly.

"So fucking needy, huh? Like you're in heat, come on, baby.." you taunt. Your words are muffled on his lips as he whimpers. Before you know it, you're pushed harshly over the edge, your back arching forward as your climax ricochets throughout your body. You whine, squeezing Daryl's cock impossibly tight. He whimpers and moans loudly into your neck, his climax immediately following.

You see stars as you feel like you're floating, your body immediately wanting to go limp. You barely even feel Daryl slowly moving the both of you. He places you on your back on the mattress, his cock slipping out slowly. He huffs and pants into your soft, bare shoulder. He squirms, grabbing some discarded clothes. He gets his boxer-briefs back on, and grabs your flannel.

He shuffles into his clothes before carefully moving onto you. He slips the warm top over your head, your hair fluffing out at the contact. He slowly puts your limp arms where they belong in the shirt. Kissing your jaw softly, his stubble scratching your face, he pushes some of your hair from your face. Your hair, like a halo, circles around your head on the pillow. Your eyes were barely open and a faint mark sits on your neck where he hid more than once tonight.

He shifts, wrapping you up in his arms, kissing along your face softly without any care. When he hears your tired giggles, a faint, soft smile appears on his lips.

He knew he should be helping you clean up. You'd cum twice and have his own seed inside you now. He also knew you'd complain if he dared move away. He silently swore to help you in the morning, but until then, he was perfectly content wrapping you up in his big strong arms that started all of this.

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twitter interaction that happened in a dream i had

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