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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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Dreams – D. Wagner

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; fingering; oral sex (fem receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI

A/N: Apologies for being late to the Christmas Party, you guys. I ✨almost✨ abandoned this fic in the swamp, but I’m glad I went back and read it tonight with fresh eyes. Ken’s been trying to get me to finish it for days. Anyways, enjoy a little reunion fic bc late Saturday nights are for Danny smut, apparently (I don’t make the rules).

Bajabule,

-Han

As you moved about the kitchen, straightening the countertops and wiping them down, you found yourself lost in the music that drifted throughout the house. The sound that came from the turntable and speakers in your living room made your entire body feel warm, despite being simply clad in your favorite pair of underwear and one of Danny’s old oversized Christmas sweaters.

You’d decided to get a jump on getting into the Christmas spirit, as you’d found it difficult to do so this year with him and his brothers touring on the other side of the world. The first half of December seemed to have sprinted and crawled by at the same time, and you’d only just put up your Christmas tree and decorations the day before. Today, you focused on making treats for when Danny did come home, which wouldn’t be for another two or three days. Doing all of the decorating and baking did well to change the course of your thoughts, and you took advantage of this.

You mixed ingredients, baked gingerbread cookies, and put together a Christmas simmer pot, all while slowly losing yourself in the silky crooning voice of Frank Sinatra as he sang your favorite holiday classics.

After you’d finished your festivities for the day and cleaned everything up, you decided to trudge up the stairs and settle into bed with a nice, cozy blanket to watch a Christmas movie. After you turned off all the lights, you turned on the TV and flipped through your options. After settling on a movie, you snuggled up in your dimly-lit bedroom and watched the screen until your eyelids grew heavy.

As you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, you heard the soft, muffled voices from the TV fade as your dreams overtook you.

Your dream started out like the Hallmark movie that was playing on your TV when you fell asleep. You were in a small, cozy cabin in the mountains for the holidays, and Danny was meeting you there. Whenever you arrived first, you went to the nearest store and bought things to bake. On your drive back to the cabin, Christmas music was playing on the radio station you’d tuned in to, and Frank Sinatra’s silky voice wrapped you up again as he slowly sang the first verse to “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.” You hummed along as you pulled up to the cabin and carried your groceries inside.

You put the first set of gingerbread cookies in the oven and set a timer to take them out before you started mixing ingredients to make your second batch. Still humming the song from earlier, you’d just started mixing when you heard the front door open. Excitedly, you turned around, watching as Danny sat his bags down and slipped out of his jacket that was peppered with snow.

You turned back around and continued mixing your batter while you listened to the soft sound of his socks padding across the hardwood floor. You felt him slip his arms around your waist and squeeze you into his frame, his chin resting softly on your shoulder.

“Smells amazing in here. Making my favorite, I see?”

You grinned at him and let out a little giggle. “Of course.”

“You’re so sweet,” he said softly, his hands toying with the hem of your sweater, and tickling the skin on the tops of your bare thighs as he gently swayed the two of you back and forth. You relaxed into him, and he straightened. You looked up at him from below and took in the shape of his face like it was the first time you’d ever seen it; the shape of his nose and lips, the curls in his hair and the tiny flakes of snow that hadn’t managed to melt just yet. He looked down at you and you watched as the sweetest smile slowly spread itself across his face, making the corners of his deep brown eyes crinkle the tiniest bit. He leaned down and met your lips with his, bringing one of his hands up to cup the side of your face.

When he pulled his lips back from you, he kept the tip of his nose touching yours while his eyes softly held your gaze. “I missed you so much, honey,” he said, the pad of his thumb softly skimming over your cheekbone.

“God, I missed you, Danny.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whined, feeling him press himself into your back.

“Well you don’t have to worry. Because I’m here now, sweetheart.”

You huffed a breath, squeezing your thighs together and holding them.

His hands migrated from your hips at this, and he lifted the hem of your sweater, slowly dipping his hand into your underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath when his skin met yours. “Your hands are freezing!”

“Mm,” he hummed against your ear as he slipped his fingers between your folds. “Sorry,” he chuckled, “you’re so fucking warm I can’t help myself.”

His fingers circled your clit and you moaned, feeling his cock grow harder still behind you. “Fuck, Danny. Keep going,” you said, your breath getting heavier by the second. He did as you asked, and right as you were about to cum, you jolted awake, your chest heaving.

You felt a jolt behind you, making you jolt again, turning your head and your sleepy eyes around to see Danny, eyes-wide, staring back at you from under your blanket.

Lost for words, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and opened them again to still, despite your belief, see Danny sitting beside you in the bed. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice still heavily laced with grogginess from your nap.

“We decided to change our flights at the last minute. I think we were all just ready to get back home. I wanted to surprise you,” he said, giving you a small smile.

“Well I’m glad you did,” you said, rolling over to him and straddling his hips. He readjusted the blanket around you as you leaned down to kiss him. The two of you took each other in for a bit, and he pulled back just far enough to speak.

“I missed you so much, honey,” he whispered.

You froze, remembering the exact moment in your dream that he uttered those words and what he was doing when he said them. You replayed it in your head, and felt warmth spread between your legs. “I missed you,” you said, pulling him back to your mouth. You felt his cock start to harden rather quickly under you, and you immediately rolled your hips into him, your breath starting to pick up.

“Is that my sweater?” He asked, his eyes glinting at you from below.

“Yeah,” you said, unsure of what he would say next.

He smirked and flicked his gaze from the sweater to your eyes. “It looks really good on you. I like it.”

You slipped the sweater over your head and let it fall to the floor. “Does it look better now?”

His hands gripped your hips and he let out a hard laugh. He flipped you over so that you were under him, and he peppered kisses from your mouth to your breasts, taking his time to spoil each new area he encountered, leaving your heat more soaked and needy for him than it ever had been.

Once he’d met your underwear, he lifted his head as he hooked his fingers around your waistband and waited. You lifted your hips, and he took his cue to pull your underwear down your legs. He paused after he dropped them on the floor.

His eyes flicked from your dripping pussy to your eyes and back. He let out a small huff of air and chuckled to himself.

“What’s so funny?”

He looked at you and raised his eyebrows before he spoke. “I’m toast.”

“What do you mean?” you chuckled back at him.

“I’m not gonna last two fucking seconds in there. There’s no way.”

“Why do you say that?”

His eyes widened as he dramatically glanced back and forth again. “Baby I’ve never seen you wet like this for me. Ever. And it’s been way too long. This is gonna be a fuckin’ mess.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, raising your eyebrows with a smirk.

You watched his jaw fall slack as he stared at you, almost in a daze, before he slowly started slipping his clothes off and tossing them in the floor.

Once he’d fully undressed himself, he settled his shoulders between your legs leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to your heat. The closer he got, the faster you huffed, your heart hammering with anticipation for the feeling of his mouth; a sensation you’d thought about every single night that he was gone.

Your hands lightly shook as they reached for his hair, knowing full-well you didn’t have the self-control to keep yourself from finishing just moments after he delved his tongue inside of you. Once he was happy with the number of kisses he’d given you, his hands crept up your thighs, and he used his fingers to separate you just a bit, giving his tongue easier access to your already swollen clit.

He started slowly, running his tongue from your entrance to your clit before giving it a few soft flicks before descending again, making your legs involuntarily twinge with every flick. Your hands softly gripped the roots of his curls as he continued.

Slowly, he began to move faster, shortening the time between the flicks on your clit, making you whimper as he did so. Your grip tightened as you felt a burning in the pit of your stomach already. “Shit, Danny,” you moaned.

His eyes flicked up to you from below. “What is it? You need some more?”

You moaned again, his voice making you wetter with every syllable. It was then that he slipped his middle and ring fingers into your folds and moved them around, collecting your juices before slipping them languidly into your core. Your back arched at the contact and your fingers completely wrapped themselves around his hair and pulled harder than before, making him moan into your pussy as he sucked your clit into his mouth. His fingers curled, rubbing the perfect spot, and you cried out, your hips bucking shamelessly into his face. The pit of your stomach was seething, and you didn’t even try to quench the fire.

“Oh god, Danny– I– ohhhhh fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck–.”

He quickened the pace at which his fingers pumped in and out of your entrance, and you immediately felt the warmth of your first orgasm spread over your entire body. His pace was unwavering, and you continually writhed under him and bucked your hips, physically begging for him to be deeper inside you.

You moaned again.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He cooed, “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His eyebrows raised, soft and expectant.

“Need you–,” you choked between whimpers, “to fffffff–.” His fingers slowed, giving your brain a moment to work through the numbing haze he was causing with his fingers. “Fuck me,” you whispered. “Please.”

“Been dreaming about hearing you say that to me for months, honey. Dreaming about how you’d look with me buried as deep as I can go. Is that what you want?”

The only bodily function you could manage was a vehement nod of your head, making him let out a breathy chuckle. He removed his fingers from you and leaned up, gently placing his lips on your forehead as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You watched as his mouth hung open while he slipped the tip of his cock into your core, letting out a shaky breath like it was the first time all over again. You sucked in a sharp breath as you adjusted to his girth, feeling him stretch the walls of your pussy so slowly you had to make an effort not to drool. Your head fell backward as your chest heaved at the feeling of fullness between your legs while your hands gripped him by the roots of his curls again.

Moving deeper still, he let out a deep groan, fighting the overwhelming urge to press the rest of the way into you to satisfy himself. He lifted his head to make eye contact with you, his mouth still sitting agape as he slowly continued to slide into you.

“Goddamn, honey. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Once he reached the furthest he could, you whimpered, very lightly rolling your hips up into him.

“Mmm, you really did miss me, huh?”

“Mhm,” you whined. “Every fucking night, Danny.”

“I’m flattered,” he said, smirking.

He started pulling his hips back and pushing them in, helping you grow accustomed to the feeling of his thrusts before speeding up. You moaned with each push, already reveling in the depth that he could reach in his current position. Unable to help himself, he pushed into you quicker and harder second by second, his grunts being muted by the slick sounds from your core and the sound of his skin meeting yours over and over.

His breath quickly left him as he continued sharply rocking you back into your pillows, trying his best to hold himself up for as long as he could. His rhythm was impeccable, as one would expect, and you felt your second orgasm creep up on you much quicker than you’d anticipated.

“Danny. Danny. Fuck,” was all you could say before your lower stomach burst with warmth again, leaving your legs trembling on either side of his perfect hips.

“Mmm keep going, sweetheart. Just feel it, yeah? Right there?”

You moaned, nodding your head, focusing everything on the feeling oh his cock sliding in and out of you, like he said. Heavy breaths fell from your lips, and your chest was absolutely burning. It was then that he straightened, removing his cock from you entirely and backing himself off the bed, standing at the end of it. His hands encircled the bottoms of your calves, and he gently pulled you to the edge of the bed; so close that your ass was nearly hanging off the end.

He opened your legs wide and lined himself back up before plunging deliciously deeper inside your core, making you cry out for him. Your hands gripped the sheets under you hard enough to turn your knuckles white. He knew you loved being as close to him as possible while he fucked you, so he slid his arm behind you so that the crook of his elbow rested perfectly behind your neck, his hand firmly gripping your shoulder while his other hand rested on the top of your head. You felt warm and wholly connected to him being wrapped in his arms like this, and you knew he felt the same. He planted a lusty kiss on your lips, lingering there, slipping his tongue into your mouth on occasion.

Once he broke the kiss, he pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out of you about halfway, and pressed down with both of his hands, bringing you to him as he brought himself to you, pushing himself into you deeper than he’d ever gone to date. Your back arched, pressing your chest up into his and he forcefully met your hips with his own, the sounds between the two of you becoming louder and messier by the second. His grunts turned into sharp exhales as he tried with everything he had to hold out and pace himself for his own climax, desperately trying to finish you off for a third time before he indulged.

“Ohhhhh my fucking GOD, Danny,” you moaned. “You’re so fucking deep. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

He moaned, and you could tell from the sound of it that he was tiptoeing on his edge. You tried with everything you had to squeeze his cock as hard as you could, and you thought you had him. His eyes screwed shut and his mouth fell open, and you watched him fight with his entire being for every second he could stand it.

His grip on your shoulder and your hair grew much tighter as he grit his teeth together, his chest heaving harder than you’d ever seen it. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, every inch of your skin burning against his as he pounded into you the hardest he had all night.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Show me how bad you needed my cock while I was gone, huh? Come on,” he coaxed. You arched again, harder than you ever had, and you cried out for him again, your entire body trembling as he kept his rhythm perfectly again, making your legs twinge from the immense stimulation.

Soon after, you felt his hips quiver, and it took mere seconds for him to start his release. You did what you could to squeeze around him while he rode out his high, milking his cock while he grunted and moaned into your neck, eventually laying his upper half against yours in a heaving pile. Your hands trailed the expanse of his back as his chest pressed into yours with each breath he took.

When he rose from you, he slipped out from between your legs and padded off to the bathroom for a washcloth. After he’d cleaned the both of you, he settled himself at the head of the bed, pulling you to him. You laid your head on his chest and threw your arm across his torso as he pressed his lips against your forehead, reaching for the TV remote on the nightstand.

After flipping it on, he looked at you and grinned.

“What?” You asked, reflecting his smile on your lips.

“That must’ve been a really good nap earlier to put you in that big of a mood,” he said, waggling his brows at you.

You blushed, looking away from him for a moment with a giggle.

“Actually…”

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 10 months

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Need – D. Wagner

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, allusions to oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, forgive me if I missed any, MINORS DNI

Summary: No power in the middle of a thunderstorm? Can you think of anything better to do? 😉

A/N: Hi friends. Welcome to my first Greta fic. I love a soft Danny, so I wanted to try my hand at some soft Danny smut for our sweet king. Enjoy!

Bajabule,

-Han

“Oh my god did you hear that?” you asked, walking across the kitchen to look out the window.

“You mean the super loud clap of thunder that could have awakened the dead? No. I didn’t,” he said, trying his best to keep from ginning at his own sarcasm.

“No, you idiot. The transformer just blew across th–.”

Your sentence was cut short when the power went off. The sound of the pouring rain hammering on the metal roof was much louder now, but it felt strangely serene.

“I actually didn’t hear that part,” he said, his eyes wide in the dark room, trying to adjust to the lack of lighting.

You walked into the living room and grabbed a blanket off the couch, wrapping it around your shoulders before you returned to the kitchen. You strode past where Danny was sitting at the table and walked to the sliding door that opened out onto the screened-in back porch.

“Where are you going?” he asked, a chuckle escaping mid-question.

“Umm, outside?” You gestured to the sliding door.

“With the couch blanket?”

“To watch the storm, if you absolutely must know.”

“Can I come too?”

“Oh absolutely not,” you said, miraculously keeping a straight face.

You couldn’t see his face at all, but you heard him scoff, and you pictured his exact expression in your head. You balled up the blanket and tossed it at him before opening the door. You both giggled, and he rose from the table to follow you, closing the sliding door behind him.

He sat in the swing first, the blanket from the couch loosely wrapped around him. He settled himself and outstretched an arm across the back of the swing, the blanket opening up with his arm. You took a seat beside him and he rested his outstretched arm on your shoulder, wrapping you inside the blanket with him. His other hand rested on the top of your thigh, about halfway up.

You leaned your head back, nestling into the space he’d made for you, and rested your head on his shoulder, turning just slightly to look at him. His eyes were focused upward, probably on the low-lying clouds, searching for lightning strikes, you assumed. Your eyes scanned his face, noting the different structures. His jawline was sharp, and you watched as its muscles periodically clenched and relaxed. The change was so subtle it was almost imperceptible. You traced his lips with your gaze, feeling sudden urges unearthing themselves and calling to you. You put a pin in the thoughts and kept venturing. You marveled at the perfect shape of his nose and at the length of his eyelashes. You noticed how close they came to touching his cheeks when he blinked. You looked at his dark, perfectly sculpted curls and made a mental note to try and convince him to reveal his secret hair routines to you later.

Your mind ventured back to his lips, and you were very surprised that he hadn’t caught you studying him yet. Or maybe he had and he was enjoying it. Maybe he wanted you to notice the details of his face. Maybe he wanted you to think this much about kissing him.

Maybe he wanted you.

You decided to run with your spontaneity since it didn’t hit you often at all, and you leaned up and captured the corner of his mouth in an incredibly soft kiss. His head immediately turned to you, and his hands found the sides of your face. In one swift movement, his lips were entrapping yours, and his thumbs were gently sweeping over the crests of your cheekbones.

You desperately needed to be closer to him, so you carefully made your way into his lap, placing your knees on either side of his hips. One had stayed on your cheek while the other held the small of your back, guiding you and eventually pulling your hips close enough to rest against his own. Your chests were pressed as flush as they could be, and you threw your arms around his neck. By this time, both of his hands were at the small of your back, gingerly smoothing over your exposed skin.

You lost yourself in the sound of the rain all around you and the warm feeling of his hands on your skin. The sensations were all-encompassing, and you ultimately found yourself gently rocking your hips into his. He hummed against your mouth, and you felt him grow harder as a result of the friction you created. His hands ran themselves up your spine under your shirt and wandered around your bare back. You lifted your arms above your head, completely forgetting that the two of you were outside.

He obliged, slipping the shirt over your head and sitting it in the swing beside you. His mouth moved to your chest and he kissed your sternum as you tangled your hands in his curls. You tilted your head back and rolled your hips into him again, hoping that he would heed your signals and satisfy your needs.

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After a few quick minutes of gathering blankets, pillows, and sheets from various closets in the house, the two of you had successfully made a surprisingly comfortable pallet in front of the swing. You laid first, settling yourself atop the spread of pillows, and he followed you. Both of you had already taken the time to shed your clothes into a neat pile by your feet. Danny took his time exploring your curves with the lightest touch of his hands. Occasionally, you caught his eyes peeking at you, stealing glimpses of your face as it softly twisted and grimaced with pleasure.

You also took your time exploring his body with your hands as your mouths repeatedly met, both growing more and more hungry each time. Just when you were about to open your mouth to ask for him, he spoke.

“Can I ask you something? Kinda random, but it’s stuck in my head.”

“ ‘f‘course,” you breathed.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

“No,” you panted, “ ‘s’okay. Go ahead.”

“If you had to pick one thing. That either you really wanted to do, or you really wanted someone to do for you… you know… in bed,” his voice was quiet, his face sheepish, “that you still haven’t gotten. What would it be?”

You thought for a moment, though you immediately knew your answer.

“Honestly?” you asked, your face flushing red, “You’re gonna laugh.”

“Nooo,” he grinned, his sweet brown eyes absolutely melting your fear away. “I would never.”

You sighed, squirming a little under his gaze. You turned your eyes away from him and spoke, the words laden with apprehension. “I, um, I’ve always wanted– to, uh,” you struggled.

His eyes met yours and his hands gently held the sides of your face. “You’re okay. Tell me what you want. What do you wanna do?” His voice was incredibly soft and slow as he gently coaxed you to speak.

“Sit. On– on y-your,” you panted in frustration, not understanding why you couldn’t just swallow your fear and say it.

You looked at him, and he wasn’t attempting to hide his shock. His eyes were wide as he stared back at you for only a moment. “Hang on,” he started, as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You’re telling me. Right now. That you’ve asked for that, and somebody told you ‘no?’”

“More than once.”

His eyes grew even wider at your response. “Im sorry. What?”

You lightly shrugged and shook your head as if to say, ‘I don’t know either,’ and he scoffed, thinking to himself.

Just then, he laid back on the pillows in the opposite direction, moving some of them slightly to support his neck. “Come here.”

Your eyes took their turn to widen at him. You felt those two words go straight between your legs, eliciting an immediate sense of warmth. When you didn’t move, he lifted his head to look at you. He lifted his eyebrows slightly.

You stuttered again, not believing what was happening. “Right– right now?”

“Absolutely, right now. You think I was gonna ask you a question like that and just leave it there?” He chuckled, his voice still soft, and his smile the sweetest you’d ever seen. He stretched an arm out and grazed your thigh with his fingertips.

“Come here, sweet girl,” he cooed, “Come up here and let me give you what you need.”

You whimpered at his words, and he kept going.

“Aw, you like that? You want me to keep talking?”

You nodded vigorously as you began to crawl up his body. “Please.”

“Oh, baby you don’t ever have to beg for me. I’m here to please.”

His words made you shiver and you stopped to catch your breath. Your core was absolutely throbbing for him.

“Come on, honey,” he hummed, “Lemme take care of that sweet pussy. Put her in my mouth, yeah? Give her what she needs?”

You put your hand over his mouth as you squeezed your legs together for relief. You were absolutely sure that you felt your wetness running down your thigh just from his voice. “Shut up or I’m gonna cum before I make it up there.”

“Bffmmmiicnnneemummtssset?” he asked, his words completely muffled against your palm.

You took your hand from his mouth. “What?” you giggled.

“I said, ‘Before I can even taste it?’”

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