#dan wagner x reader

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

fearless - d. wagner

a/n: i know wagner wednesday was yesterday, but fuck it. everyone can leave me alone I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!! notes/warnings: extremely suggestive relationship, no use of y/n, secret relationships, tooth rotting fluff at the end, childhood best friends to lovers, danny being jealous, cursing, like so many allusions to fucking, me writing this late at night, sam, josh and jake being extremely oblivious like just the epitome of "so close! that is a shape! <3" word count: 2.3k summary: daniel has been acting awfully weird lately. luckily, the kiszka brothers are on the case! pairing: danny wagner x gn! reader now playing: fearless (taylor's version) - taylor swift “run your hands through your hair/absentmindedly making me want you/and i don't know how it gets better than this/you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless"

Samuel Kiszka had met you way back in elementary school, back when you were kind of regarded as a freak. You were playing with a ladybug on the playground during recess, and he came over and asked what you were doing. When you explained, he became fascinated with the ladybug and declared you would be its parents. Then, a stray kickball had flew over, crushing your new baby bug. Some kid laughed at Sam when he started to cry, so you decided to punch that little fucker in the face.

You had been best friends ever since.

A year after that, he came to you and introduced you to a different kid he had met in his new class, the one right beside yours. His name was Daniel.

And since then, it’s always been the three of you, against everything.

You became awfully close with the Wagners and with the Kiszkas, going as far as to call them your family. You grew up in sort of a rough environment, but there was always a place for you on Daniel’s couch or Sammy’s floor.

You smoked your first blunt together, took your first shots together, and cried over breakups that didn’t even matter anymore.

You were a tech kid in high school with a certain knack for equipment and stage managing. Sam and Danny were just starting to get more serious about their music, so there was a time when you didn’t see each other that much. You were busy with whatever production your high school was putting on, and they had formed a band with Sam’s older brothers, Jake and Josh.

You knew it had been Jake’s dream for years, so besides their mother, you consider yourself the first Greta Van Fleet fan.

When their song, Highway Tune, went viral, you just knew it meant huge things for them. You could see it in Jake’s face, hear it in Josh’s voice. This was something bigger than any of you. So, you weren’t really shocked when they came to you and told you that they had a record deal and a few shows booked around the country.

You were only sad that you’d be stuck in Michigan while your best friends toured around the country, maybe even the world.

Then, Sammy told you a stipulation of their contract was that you would get to be on the set team, and with enough experience, you’d lead that team in all the equipment and stage management you could get your hands on.

And you jumped in with them, headfirst, fearless.

That was years ago, and you haven’t looked back since.

But then Sam started to notice something.

Daniel Wagner had been distracted. Never a good thing to be while on tour.

So, he came to you with the problem.

“I’m telling you, there is something up with Daniel!” He practically whined as you packed your bag to go to the next venue.

“Sammy, nothing is up with Daniel. There’s no way.”

“He doesn’t eat, he is always staring off into the distance, he’s always scribbling in his little notebook, he’s acting weird!”

“You guys are on tour, that’s stressful. Maybe he’s just like, at max stress.” You argue, checking that you have your lights and pyro cues for the next stop of the tour.

“Why aren’t you worried about this? You should be worried, he’s your best friend too!”

You stop what you’re doing and turn to face him.

“Maybe he’s fallen madly in love with someone.”

Sam actually laughs out loud at the thought.

“Good one!” He says with a goofy grin on his face. “We would know if he was in love, don’t you think?” He asks.

“Then I just don’t know, Sammy. Go argue with Jake and Josh about this, I have to go meet with the crew about the inventory for the road.” You say, and Sam just drops it to go do exactly that.

His brothers are on the tour bus when he gets there and luckily, Danny is running late. And he is sure to mention that.

“Seems like Daniel is late again... He’s been doing that a lot, huh?” He says, trying not to act too suspiciously.

Josh and Jake share this look, like they’re trying to figure out if Sam has a point or not. But Jake starts to really think about it, and you know what? Shockingly, their younger brother does in fact have a point.

“Now that you mention it, He is acting kind of weird.” He says softly, and Josh nods.

“I had to ask him for my earrings back the other day and when I got to his room, he looked like I caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. I thought he was in the middle of jerking off but now that I think about it, he’s been like that a lot. Always acting like a deer in the headlights.”

So, the whole situation perplexes them, but before they can say anything else on the matter, Danny strolls onto the tour bus.

“Good morning, boys! How are we today?” Now that they had all discussed it, any behavior from him would be suspicious.

“Fine. Why are you late, Dan?” Danny was immediately alarmed by this, since Sam never called him Dan. It was always Danny or Daniel.

“Uh, I just lost my shoes in the room, and they were under my bed. Sorry, I didn’t realize I was keeping you guys waiting.”

Josh, the only one able to play anything cool, just nods, “It’s alright, we weren’t waiting for long. We should probably discuss the setlist for tonight.” Jake hums but he can’t help but notice that Danny has these large black stud earrings in. And he’s sure he’s seen them before, but he can’t quite put his finger on were.

For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.

They stop at a rest stop that afternoon, along with most of the tech crew who travel in their own bus. You go to check in on your boys and buy Sam a snack as a peace offering for not believing him this morning.

But instead, you run into Josh, who decides to find the others with you. You get to talking but you feel him staring at your face, and you blush.

“What, do I have something on my face?” You ask bashfully.

“No,” he hums softly, tilting his head. “You just— Where’d you get that necklace?” He swears he’s seen it before but can’t put his finger on it.

Your hand goes up to fiddle with the necklace, almost nervously.

“It’s a gift from my sister, I wore it when we graduated, remember?” Josh does not remember.

For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, Toots, Guess I forgot.” He links arms with you, “Let’s go find the guys, huh?” He smiles. Happy to drop the subject, you go with him willingly.

Sammy, Danny, and Jake are getting their snacks when something catches Danny’s eye, and he won’t stop staring, so Sam looks to see what he could be so bothered by. And all he sees is his older brother, linking arms with you.

He smacks Danny’s arm, whose head snaps to look at him.

“Just Josh, Dude. At Ease, Soldier.” He teases. But he can’t shake this feeling that Danny was bothered by it. But why would he be?

Nothing else weird happens throughout the day, and the show that night goes well. So well, in fact that they invite you to a local bar where they can grab a few drinks and decompress from the day. And that goes really well too, except when Sam sees you the next morning and hickeys cover your neck.

“Dude! What the fuck!?” He asks, investigating your neck further. You blush and shove him off gently.

“Relax, Sammy, I just—I hooked up with someone last night that I met at the bar, and they were kind of rough. No big deal, I’ll never see them again.” You say, with a casual shrug.

Something is off about your tone. But he says nothing.

For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.

And then, he notices these earrings you have in.

Large black diamond studs.

“Nice Earrings.” He comments casually. He swears he’s seen them before, but like, recently! It perplexes him a bit and it must show on his face, because you are quick to clear up any confusion.

“Oh, thanks! I wore them last night for the bar and I just forgot to take them out. They aren’t too casual, so I don’t wear them too often.”

And it makes enough sense. Why would you lie to him about something as stupid as that?

Then, when he sees Danny that night, he’s covered in hickeys.

And Sam thinks he might still be drunk or high, or both. Because what the fuck is going on?! You both were acting strange, and he’s noticing these little things, so he decides to confide in Josh and Jake again, who relay their findings, and they decide they must confront Danny together.

Danny is not too shocked when he goes to get undressed and get his makeup removed only to find the boys waiting for him there. It took him a while to get back to the dressing room.

“Oh, hey guys! Sorry, I didn’t realize you were waiting for me. I got caught up talking to one of the security guards and then I got lost, this venue is so damn confusing.” And then Sam knows he’s lying because if HE could figure out how to return to the dressing room, then Danny, who has an amazing sense of direction, definitely could!

“What’s going on with you, Man?” he asks as he begins to wipe the makeup off his face.

“What? Nothing is going on with me, dude, I told you I just got lost.”

“Bullshit,” Josh calls. “You’re distracted, always late, and have suspiciously good jewelry taste as of late!”

“Yeah! And it’s affecting other people too,” Jake recalls, “Even the tech crew has noticed it! Our stage manager, our best friend, is acting weird too, and I have a feeling it’s because of your shady actions!”

And that’s when it hits Sam.

The earrings.

The hickeys.

The necklace.

The lateness.

The god damn hickeys.

“Just be real with us, Danny—” Josh starts, before Sam stands up.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” He gasps.

And that stops everyone in their tracks. He says your name to Danny, and it immediately catches his attention.

“What about them?” He asks.

“Are you sleeping with them?” Sam asks.

“What?! Sammy, c’mon—”

“Daniel Wagner, are you fucking our stage manager?!”

There’s a pause.

“Sammy. You’re acting—”

“Answer the question.”

“No!” He sighs. “I think they are lovely, and I would love to, and I want to take them on dates and woo them, but I am not fucking our stage manager, Sam. You guys are being paranoid. And if you don’t mind I’d prefer they don’t know about the fact that I like them, okay?”

All the other boys nod. Of course, It makes perfect sense! You and Danny both like each other but you aren’t able to tell each other that because of your long-standing friendship, but you’re sharing jewelry as a way of subtly telling each other. And that explains why he was staring at you and Josh the other day! And the hickeys were from other people because you couldn’t have each other! Duh! Maybe he really did get lost going back to the dressing room.

The conversation quickly shifts and moves on from Danny’s confession, and everything is normal. They could help you realize that the feelings were reciprocated.

When Danny eventually makes it out of there, he makes his way back to his hotel room. But on his way up, he quickly checks to see if any of the boys are following him, before making a stop on the way.

The knock on your door doesn’t startle you, in fact, you were kind of ready for it. You had gotten back a little while ago and turned on the shower to let it heat up. When you answer it, you grin up at him and grab his arm, pulling him inside. He shuts the door behind himself, before his arms are around your waist, leaning in for a long kiss.

It’s full of this gentleness that he grants you because, well, he always greets you with one sweet, truly loving kiss.

When he pulls away, he grins back at you.

“Hi, sweets.” He hums.

“Hey, handsome.” You respond, “Did you put the boys to bed like I asked?” He laughs at your phrasing, leaning down to kiss your jaw. And then your neck. Again. And again. And one more time for good measure.

“Mhm. They asked me if we were together though.” He keeps kissing your neck.

“I figured as much; they’ve been acting weird.”

“They might think I have a crush on you, now.” He says between kisses.

“And what would give them that idea?” You ask.

“…The fact that I told them I had a crush on you.”

“Well, do you?”

“Mm... I dunno. Might have to kiss you a few more times before I decide for certain.” You grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... Maybe a little more than kissing too...”

“Well, don’t let me stand in the way of your methods, Danny.”

He grins, and kisses you again, this time, deeper, with none of the gentleness of the initial kiss. But there’s a new feeling you get from him now. Hunger.

And you kiss back, as if you have something deeper than hunger. Starvation, maybe.

And you don’t think either of you will ever be satiated.

By the end of the night, he decides he most definitely has a crush on you.

[laylasmoonchild]

Cherry Flavored Smoke

Sam x Reader x Danny

Summary: Danny and Sam have a close friend, who used to be a fan. Under the influence of marijuana, the Reader decides to answer some fan related questions from them… And… They act em out✨

WARNINGS: Sex, Threesome, Male Receiving Oral, Fingering, Smoking Weed, Alcohol, Face slapping (Consensual)

(Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 6964

I met Greta Van Fleet after a concert for another band… And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t go to said concert with them in mind. I was a fan for awhile, and happened to have connections with the performers and figured, why not? Well, it was better than expected. Not only did I get to meet them, but I became pretty close to them; mainly the lovely rhythm section…

Cut to now, I still think it’s crazy how close we’ve gotten considering I’ve told them every embarrassing fangirl nonsense I’ve contributed in. Well… Almost everything.

I thought about this while getting ready to have my annual Friday night get together with Danny and Sam. We say “annual” but it really takes place when we actually happen to have the time.

I took a shower after work and finished getting ready. Tamed my post shower hair, did my skincare routine (knowing I was just going to be with Danny and Sam, I didn’t feel the need to wear makeup.), and picked out a comfortable outfit. We usually eat something made by one of us or takeout, drink a little, and maybe even some herbal refreshments. It’s nothing crazy, so I opt for an oversized band tee and leggings, which is much more comfortable than my work clothes…

My phone lights up on my vanity while I continue to spray my perfume on my pulse points… And of course, multiple texts flood in.

Rhythm Section + Y/N

S: Y/N you’re smoking tonight, not taking no for an answer this time

D: She doesn’t have to smoke

D: Sam are you almost here? I needed rolling papers, if you’re close, forget it. I’ll just have to clean my bong.

D: I don’t want to gross you guys out with a dirty bong 🤣

S: I’m outside, the dirty bong is just fine

Laughing at the screen while I catch up, I decide that I can stop at the store on my way.

Y/N: If I have to smoke, it’s not going to be out of a dirty bong

Y/N: I’m going to pick up papers, what brand do you guys prefer?

D: You’re the best♥️

D: Zig-Zag is fine

I made the mental note & grabbed both my bag and keys to make it to my car.

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As I walked into the smoke shop, I was greeted by the sales clerk and told him what I needed. While he grabbed the papers, I decided to grab a couple of the guy’s favorite drinks and snacks - just in case they get the munchies and wipe out whatever dinner is…

The clerk rang up my items and as I handed my debit card, I saw something that made me let out a light chuckle. Cherry flavored Juicy Jays. I was immediately transported to high school memories.

“Can I have a pack of the cherry rolling papers? God, I loved those, I have to get them.” I laughed a little at the thought of both Danny and Sam’s reactions to the papers.

The store clerk smiled and added them to my total. After paying, I was on my way.

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I walked up Danny’s driveway, bags in hand, and before I could struggle to knock on his front door, I was greeted with Sam’s perfect smile.

Sam had opened the door and took one of the bags from my hands.

“You get em?” He said, almost impatiently.

“Hello to you too, Samuel.” I huffed sarcastically, walking past him and into the house. Kicking off my shoes then making my way further into set the bags down on the dining room table. I took my hoodie off and draped it over the chair, turning around to look at Sam whom I left in the foyer.

“I didn’t mean it like that! It was just on my mind!” He protested, copying my actions with the placement of the bag.

“Mhmm, I’m sure.” I said in a jokingly skeptical voice. I scrunched up my nose making an exaggerated annoyed face, blowing my cover with a soft chuckle. Before pulling me into a hug, Sam gave my nose a light pinch.

“You know you love me, I didn’t forget that you were a Sam girl- or what do they call it? A ‘Sammy Lane Girl’? I don’t know, but I’m sure I could find some old comments from you on my Instagram.” He teased while I rolled my eyes.

“That was before I had the pleasure of meeting you, I would definitely call myself a Danny girl now.” I poked him in the chest, earning an obnoxious “Ouch” from him.

I looked towards the kitchen, and back at Sam, pursing my lips, I looked towards the kitchen again, this time walking towards it. I flipped my hair, knowing it would miss Sam’s face by a few centimeters. I felt his eyes on me as I made it through the threshold.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Danny with his phone up against his ear while he held our favorite takeout menu. He noticed my presence and mouthed “Hey” with a smile. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He hugged me back with one arm and I basked in the feeling of his strength, even with a single free arm. The restaurant answered and Danny continued to give our orders while I stayed in his hold, listening and feeling his voice vibrate in his chest.

Danny always highlighted our orders with a marker on the menu so he never had to ask us what we wanted, knowing that Sam and I will contemplate a new order for an hour and change our mind while Danny ordered for us. As he finished up requesting our order, he rubbed my back to get my attention.

“Do you want anything extra, dessert, drinks?” He asked in a low voice, I shook my head no. I let go of him as he said goodbye and hung up his phone.

I lean my back into the island, spreading my arms out & placing my hands on the counter to support me. Danny was still standing in front of me, eyeing me a little extra. I furrowed my brow, questioning the reason for his gaze, he blushed in return and leaned on the counter top behind him.

“What?” I asked him.

“Nothing, I just missed you!” He let out a breathy laugh while I nodded and let out a sarcastic “uh-huh”. A wicked grin painted across his lips and he opened his mouth to speak again, “And I heard you say you’re a Danny girl now.”

He continued to laugh while I rolled my eye’s playfully, much like I did with Sam.

“Watch out, she’ll say she’s a Josh girl to save herself.” Sam walks in the kitchen with the Zig-Zags and a baggie of weed, bringing the items to the island I was leaning on. Danny and I laughed in response to the comment from Sam while he smiled to himself. He sat in one of the barstools and opened the bag. The smell filled the kitchen, instantly earning a deep inhale from all of us. I turned to my right, watching him intently roll a joint. Sam was something else, face perfectly sculpted. His eyebrows knit together while he bit his bottom lip in focus on the joint. I was watching his hands, only thinking about how perfect they were. Long fingers accompanied by veins and large hands.

I realized he didn’t have the cherry rolling papers that I brought along with the regular ones.

“Sam, did you see the cherry ones I got?” I asked him while he looked up at me. He nodded before bringing the joint to his lips, giving it a light lick to seal it.

“You don’t want to use them?” I said in a partial whine.

“Ehh, I don’t think I’ll like the taste, bring me them, I’ll roll your one for yourself.” He replies, taking the lighter to the joint lightly to ensure its closure.

“Cherry j’s? God, that’s so you” Danny chimes in. “I’ll grab em, I’m sure you also got us drinks that Sam could’ve put in the fridge.” He says with a half serious glare, knowing Sam was only focused on getting the papers.

Danny walks out of the room, coming back shortly with the bags. He hands me the cherry papers and continues unbagging the snacks and placing the drinks in the refrigerator.

“Did you ever learn how to roll?” Sam asked me, I turned around to give him my full attention while I shook my head no.

“Not surprised, pretty girls never know how to roll” Sam looked me up and down, “What does that mean?” I ask, slightly offended. I leaned forward on the counter, waiting for an inevitable smart ass response.

“Let me guess, you were the girl who rarely had to pay for her own weed, probably smoked out of a little pink bong or a one hitter bowl? Cones even?” He said with a smirk. My eyes widened, he hit the nail on the head. Danny laughs while taking a sip of a beer. Sam laughs gleefully, taking a deep breath “And! I bet you only smoked these things with the senior boys… Typical, pretty girl.” He says while he reaches for my cherry papers.

“Am I that predictable?” I laughed at myself, remembering my high school experience as just the way Sam narrowed it down.

He opened the packaging and shook his head, Danny coming up behind him to snag the previously rolled joint and lighter.

“Nah, not at all. It’s just common.” Danny answers for Sam. He places the joint between his lips, lighting it up and taking a long drag. After taking another, he passes it to Sam, and something about the exchange between the two made my stomach flip. Even though I grew closer to them, I was still amazed by how gorgeous they were. Sam kept the lit joint between his lips while sprinkling the weed into the cherry cartoon and flavor lined rolling papers. Looking so casual and skillful at the same time.

He returns the joint to Danny, fixing his gaze back onto me then back to tightening up the joint he was rolling for me. He brought it to his lips, about to lick it shut. But something made the corner of his mouth raise into his classic wicked grin. He put the joint out to me, inches away from my mouth. I was looking at him doe-eyed, not sure what he was getting at.

“C’mon, little girl. I don’t want to lick this cherry paper.” He said, waving it lightly in my face. I glanced over at Danny who had smoke billowing out of his mouth and straight up into his nose, breathing it out with a breathy laugh. I went to reach out for the joint with my hand, and Sam shook his head, pulling the joint back a bit.

“How am I supposed to-“ I began asking him, in defense of my actions.

“I packed it out for you and these papers are small. I don’t want it to fall apart, lick it.” He holds it out to me again, eyes landing on my lips then back onto my eyes.

“Yeah those things suck for that,” Danny adds while tapping his joint to ash it in the crystal ashtray he held.

I suddenly felt a little warm, a little self conscious even. I decided it wasn’t as deep as I thought it was and leaned forward. I stuck my tongue out, only a little, making sure to be cautious with it. I licked it, the cherry flavor being a mix of tart and sweet, making me salivate a little more in the back of my mouth. I felt eyes watching me intently, making me look up through my lashes. Sammy’s eyes were glued on my mouth, swiping his bottom lip with the bottom tip of his tongue, bringing the corner of his glistened lip between his teeth. Quickly glancing at Danny, he was staring at me similarly while he shifted himself to stand upright. He cleared his throat as I finished sealing the joint and I leaned back, only being able to watch Sam’s hands run the lit lighter up and down it, slightly embarrassed to make eye contact again.

“How’s it taste?” Danny asked, nodding his head towards it in Sammy’s hand.

“Uh, good. It’s sweet,” I replied, noticing both of their eyebrows raising, moving their head slightly up and down & making a higher pitched “hm” sound.

Sammy hands it to me between my thumb and index finger. “Wanna try?” I let my hand out a little, waiting for someone to take up my offer.

“Nah, I’m good, enjoy.” Sam replies, getting up from his chair, walking to the fridge for a beer.

I looked at Danny, wiggling my eyebrows and wiggling the joint between my fingers.

“How bout you, Danny Boy?” I said, sing-songy.

He shook his head politely with a smile, earning an unserious, half frown from me. Bringing the joint to my mouth, Danny brought the lighter up to the end of the joint. His eyes were on my mouth once more. Waiting for me to put it between my lips before lighting it. I inhaled the smoke, tasting the mix of weed and burnt cherry. I let the smoke out, sucking it back in lightly and blowing it out again. I licked my lips, looking up at him.

“Thanks,” I said before taking another hit. He smiled and set the lighter down. The effects of THC made my limbs feel less tense, and my eyelids a little heavier.

Sam walked back over, I was still leaned over the island, elbows propping me up. He placed his right arm around my shoulder, leaning with me. He settled his beer on the counter top and reached out for the joint I was holding in my right hand.

He took it from my fingers, putting it between his and looked at the cartoon print on it.

“You sure you don’t wanna try? It’s delicious and you rolled it so well!” I said enticingly, wanting one of them to try it.

“Ah, what the hell.” He brought it up to his lips, taking a deep hit. The tip created a light orange glow on his face. The crackle noise put me in a trance at his beauty. His eyes looked over at me watching him. He blew the smoke away from my face, lowering his arm from around my shoulder and to my waist.

“Not bad,” He said surprised, motioning for Danny to hand him the ashtray. He slid it over to him, turning his head to the walkway that leads to the dining room. Lights flashed through the threshold and we heard a car door close.

“Food’s here, I got it.” Dan left the room, grabbing his wallet on the way.

Sam’s hand started lazily tightening its grip on my waist while he took a longer drag.

“Hey!” I softly exclaimed, noticing half the joint being smoked away and turning to ash. Sam’s chest rose and fell, chuckling a bit while unchanging his actions. He put the rest of what was the joint in the ashtray. He was still holding the smoke in his mouth, I stood up straight out of his hold, crossing my arms. He stood up, facing my shoulders toward him and taking my pouting face in his hand. He tightened his grip lightly on my jaw, loosening my mouth slightly open, and squeezed my cheeks lightly. He leaned into me, blowing the cherry smoke into my mouth, shotgunning it right into my lungs as I inhaled.

I felt my knees loosen a little at the swiftness of the interaction. As he pulled away, his hand released itself from my face. His cocky side smile plastered on his face while he lightly blinked.

“Better?” He asked me softly. Danny entered the kitchen once more, removing the containers from the paper bag while I walked away from Sam to help Danny.

“Are you guys hungry right now? Honestly I ate a little late when I had lunch, I might save my food for later after we smoke again.” Danny said while tossing the empty bags into the garbage.

“I’m good right now, how about you Sam?” I said turning to him. He was eyeing me up and down while I waited for a response.

“Sam?” Danny said, snapping Sammy out of whatever trance he was in. Probably from the weed.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m not that hungry either.” He responded quickly.

“Wanna watch a movie then?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, sure” We replied in unison.

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We were all together in Danny’s living room, sprawled out in our usual spots on his massive U-Shaped sectional. Danny was on one end, laying flat, Sam on the other, and I was laid on my side in between the extended sections on the middle section. Head towards Danny, feet towards Sam.

We had started watching a movie that we’ve seen before. Knowing one of us may fall asleep or want to smoke mid-movie, we agreed on not wanting to risk missing anything new.

Sam rolled a few more joints with a tray in his lap while Danny and I watched the screen. When I’m under the influence, I tend to get a little touch deprived. If someones next to me, I’ll trace my nails lightly up and down their arm, or ask them to play with my hair… All of which isn’t weird to the guys. Even though some may see that as intimate, the guys come from families whose love language is touch, so it’s not that weird to them.

Since my head was towards Danny, I looked up at him. Studying his features. How masculine yet beautiful each curve and mark on his face were. He looked down at me, smiling. He tapped the space between us, putting his arm out for me to join him. He knows how much I love to lay on people’s chest and listen to their heart’s beat. Giggling a little to myself, I scooted towards him and rested my head on his chest. I laid my arm across his torso and he rested his hand on my hip, lightly rubbing my side up and down ever so often.

“Alright, here’s your fruity joint, Y/N,” Sam said getting up from his side and walking over to us. I lifted my hand up from Danny’s torso and reached out for the already lit joint.

“Did you smoke from this one too?” I asked with a cheeky grin before taking a drag.

Danny laughed a little, making me hear the bass of it in his chest.

“It’s good! I admit, I fell victim to the taste. The cartoon on them are fun too!” He laughed back, sitting on the couch aside Danny’s legs.

He watched me blow out the smoke, giving me a little smirk, which Danny caught.

“What?” He said confused with Sam.

“Ooooh, nothing, Sam just smoked the first one down to a roach when you were getting the food” I tapped Danny’s chest, offering the joint.

“Of course he did, always greedy that one,” Danny looked at the joint in my hand. He declined with a light glance. I pouted and used my big eyes to my advantage, trying to garner sympathy.

Danny rolled his eyes and let out a sigh with a smile. “Fine.” He tapped my hip with his hand, taking the joint with his other while I let out a satisfied laugh.

I watched him from below inhale the smoke. Studying his features once more, and this time, feeling bold.

“You guys wanna know something funny about your girl fans?” I asked them.

“Hm?” Danny said before letting out the smoke and passing the joint to Sam.

“Do tell” Sammy said, ashing the joint into the ashtray while smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.

I stood up, going from laying to a sitting position, pulling my knees to my chest while still next to Danny.

“Well- Usually when a girl likes Danny, her ‘cheat lane’ is Sam, and vice versa. Obviously there’s many combinations but that’s just what I’ve noticed.” I let out a lighthearted laugh after the statement, turning to see both reactions. They looked at each other and exchanged “oooooh” noises and laughed.

Always bold, under the influence or not, Sam opened his mouth to reply “What was your combination?”

Suddenly Danny was more interested, turning to look at me, fighting back a grin.

“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes and covered my face.

“Yeaaah, you can’t just say that and not tell us” Danny tried pulling my hands from my blushed face. Danny was laughing when getting a look at the expression on my face. Sam added in agreeing noises while setting the joint and ashtray on the coffee table.

“Well… Who do you think?” I said in defense, not wanting to get into details and no longer feeling bold.

They shared smirks and raised eyebrows while laughing to themselves.

“Oh grow up!” I laughed back, kicking Sam lightly in the ribs with my foot and lightly punching Danny’s arm.

“It’s cute! And hey, you brought it up,” Danny said in defense, tickling my side a little, earning a slight smile from me.

“You know, I always wanted to ask you something… Since you were a fan of us.” Sam says, nonchalantly reclining into Danny’s legs.

“Shoot.” I replied.

A shit eating grin was on Sam’s face before asking “Did you ever read that fanfiction stuff? Like the intensely pornographic ones?” Danny took a sharp inhale through his nose and let out a little laugh.

My face felt hotter than it already was.

“Sam!” I exclaimed, eyes widened to capacity.

“You gotta tell us, and we’ll know if you’re lying!” He pointed at me in a jokingly threatening manner.

I looked over at Danny, hoping to have him reason with Sam, but he was equally curious.

I took a deep breath before quietly saying “I mean who doesn’t…”

They immediately gasped gleefully, leaning closer, wanting to know more.

“Sooooo,” I heard Danny speak up. Sam and I both turned to see him smiling, adding to the suspense.

He let out a nervous sigh before continuing, “Was there ever stuff about me and Sam… you know…” He motioned his hands between the three of us.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not fully understanding, feeling my core pulse between my legs at the conversation.

Sam looked confused and in deep thought before saying “Ooooh,” coming to the conclusion before I could.

“Like…. Threesome stuff.” Danny looked me dead in the eye. His body next to mine felt stiff.

“Oh, yeah. Loads.” I replied casually.

“Have you ever read them?” Sammy caught my attention with his bluntness.

My stomach felt like it did a flip and I felt a familiar warmth form.

My embarrassment slowly turned into arousal. I was high and with two guys I wholeheartedly trusted. Not to mention two guys that I most definitely have thought about in this context.

I looked at Sam, biting my lip a little. I relaxed my legs away from my chest and let them slightly hang open.

“Why? You wanna act one out?”

Sammy’s mouth slightly hung open, he looked over at Danny who had a similar reaction. Sam’s cheeks were now a shade of pink.

Danny cleared his throat “I mean… Not to sound like a couple of deuce bags but… It came up in conversation.”

I smirked, looking back at Sammy, who was trying to casually reposition himself in his gray joggers.

“Is that true? You want to share your favorite Sammy girl?” I made sure to flash him my best fuck-me-eyes.

He nodded while looking at me with pure filth running through his head.

Danny put his hand on my knee, slowly running up my thigh. “Only if you want to?”

I smiled at his sweetness, feeling pleased with knowing the two sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on wanted to have their way with me.

I stood up from the couch and put my hands out for them to grab ahold of.

They looked at each other like they couldn’t believe this was happening & each grabbed a hand and followed me off the couch & to the bedroom. I let go of their hands and they traveled behind me.

Danny’s bedroom always felt so inviting. The faint smell of incense lingered in the lamp lit space. I sat on the edge of the bed before them. At this angle I could see both of their dicks so clearly strained in their pants. They looked down at me, not knowing where to start.

Feeling coquettish, I slowly discarded my shirt, flinging it across the room. Both boys had a hungry look on their face, one of them letting out a breathy “fuck” under his breath. I was wearing a lacey, black, balconette style bra. My breasts heaving up and down, delicately spilling out the top of my bra.

Danny removed his shirt, inspiring Sam to do the same. Danny leaned over first, “can I kiss you?” he whispered close to my face.

“I’ll do you one better, the both of you can fuck me if you want.”

He smirked while devouring my lips. I started to recline into the bed, letting Danny crawl on top of me. He lightly pulled me up further into the middle of the bed, he positioned himself to the side of my body, kissing me passionately.

Danny’s kisses were rough yet precise, never sloppy yet I still felt how much he needed me.

Hands running up my side, he slowly brought his hand up to my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh,” I let out onto his mouth, feeling him smile against my lips. His tongue desperately fought against mine. He pulled away for a second, looking down at me. “So fucking sexy,” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss once more.

Danny pulled away again, looking over at Sam, who seemed to be enjoying the view.

“Princess, could Sam take these off for us?” Danny tugged lightly on the waistband of my leggings. I quickly nodded and let out a whimper. Sam smiled and crawled onto the bed. He leaned down to my face, kissing me. Sam’s kisses were wet & deep, more desperate than Danny’s. My pussy began to throb at the racing thoughts about what the rest of this night would entail.

Sammy sat up from me, supporting his body weight on the opposite side that Danny occupied. Before pulling my leggings down, he double checked with me, his eyes lightening a bit from their darkened lust. After I nodded in approval, he pulled my leggings and panties off my body. Not surprised he was eager to take off both.

Danny’s lips attached themselves to my exposed breast, leaving a reminder of him being there for later…

Sam started sucking on my ear lobe and lightly tugging it between his teeth. I was moaning for both of them.

They both worked their way to my face, once making it there at the same time, they looked each other in the eyes, & grinned. Danny nodded his head at Sammy, giving him the go ahead to kiss me.

Sammy began kissing me, and I felt both of their hands slide down my stomach and making their way between my thighs. Sammy lightly ghosted the soft skin of my inner thighs, making my hips buck. Danny’s freehand un did the back part of my bra, he brought up the hand that was by my core and pulled my bra off of me. My nipples hardened at the cool air & my hands returned to the sides of their heads, lighting tugging their hair. Danny then spit into his hand, and began rubbing my clit.

I began moaning into Sam’s mouth which became a signal for him to tease my entrance with his fingers. I began to whimper, closing my thighs shut while Danny was giving me what I needed and Sammy was torturing me. I thought of how fast his fingers moved on the strings of his bass and it was making me ache for him.

Danny stopped rubbing my clit, making me whimper more. He pulled my leg over his, keeping my leg open for him.

Sam stopped kissing me & did the same with my other leg, leaving me wide open for them.

“Such a good girl for us, I think she can handle it, Sam… Give it to our girl.” Danny returned his hand to my clit and put his lips around my nipple. I let out a strained moan.

“Y/N, is that what you want? My fingers in your pussy?” Sam said to me in a raspy whisper.

“Yes, yes, please Sam, I want them so bad” I couldn’t even hold back my desperation, I never wanted this feeling to stop.

“Shhh, you’ll get it baby, we’re gonna give you what you want.” And with that his fingers were inside of me, he immediately started curling them. I couldn’t believe how fast his fingers were going, I was suctioning so tight around him.

Sam dipped his head towards my other nipple and started mirroring Danny again. They worked me in perfect harmony.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, the noises filling up the room beautifully.

Danny brought his head up from my swollen nipple for a second, watching Sammy on my other one, suckling on it and making me go crazy.

Danny peppered light kisses up my neck and to my lips. He was lightly grinding his cock into my hips.

My hand trailed down to his hard on.

“You wanna see it?” He asked.

“Mhm” was all I could manage.

He paused from rubbing my clit and discarded his pants and briefs. Danny was big. Length and girth, pulsing for me. The tip glistened with a bit of his arousal.

I wrapped my hand around it, pumping him.

“Oh- fuck, Y/N…” He moaned into my neck, letting his head rest there. His hand went back to his original place on my clit.

We moaned each other’s names deliciously, & I felt close to my release.

Feeling like I was neglecting Sammy, I shifted my gaze towards him. He had his cock out in his free hand, pausing from fingering me and taking some of my wetness and pumping his cock with it.

“Fuck-“ I let out, he realized I saw what he did, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth and looking up at me, “Couldn’t help myself,” He said in a breathy laugh, letting out a light moan and returning his original hand back to my pussy. This time much faster and stronger.

I thought to myself that the only reason for Sammy’s stamina is purely from performing for hours on end. Most guys couldn’t finger a girl the way he was without taking a break.

My walls began to tighten around his digits, both Danny and Sam looking down at my pussy.

“Cmon, that’s it, I feel it, let it go, baby, cum for us. Our perfect little slut,” Sammy said in between his own moans, pumping his cock with more speed. My hand tightened around Danny’s, he groaned in return.

I felt my orgasm bubble in my chest, I was about to cum. My vision went blurry and I felt the release. I was screaming for both of them, as loud as I could. This had to have been the hardest I ever came, and they kept their actions the same. Rubbing and fucking me. My eyes clamped shut.

I let go on Danny’s dick, I began convulsing under them, tears stung my eyes. “Please stop, its too much, its too,” I said practically sobbing. My eyes still shut. I felt them stop and let out breathy laughs.

I opened my eyes and looked down at them, vision still blurry. They both looked at me in pure amazement, sloppily coming up to me to kiss my face lazily and tenderly. They were still sharing laugh’s amongst themselves.

“Wh-what?” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“You didn’t see- feel that?” Sam corrected himself.

“Y/N… You’re incredible” Danny added.

“What do you m- wait, what happened?” I realized how wet I felt, aside from the previous arousal and Danny’s spit. It was different.

I looked down to see Danny’s duvet completely soaked, water droplets splattered across my legs. Even on some of the guys torso’s, I’m assuming while they kept going, my release started going all over.

My face went red, not being able to believe what they made me do.

“Oh my god, Danny- Danny I’m so sorry.” I said quickly, a little ashamed at what I did, ruining his duvet.

“Y/N, I want you to do that anytime you can.” He joked with me. Both Sammy and I laughed. The interaction between the three of us made me happy I was doing this with them. We could go from pure lust to our usual friendship, I felt comfortable again remembering this. But I was still turned on, and remembered I had two men to please the way they pleased me.

“Okay, okay… Now it’s your turn…” I said bringing us back on track. I sat up shakily, my legs still weak from the events. I was still between them and on my knees facing them.

Sammy eagerly removed his pants and briefs, they were now both naked for me.

“C’mere” He said, putting a hand out for me. I straddled his hips, grinding my pussy onto his shaft. Not letting him in but letting him feel how soaked I was. Danny started pumping his cock, watching me tease his best friend. Sam was moaning my name, making me moan back. “The both of you are gonna feel me, don’t worry.” I gave him a light kiss, arms around his neck, I turned to Danny, putting my hand out to pull his face to mine, kissing his wet lips.

“You’re such a slut. So good for us.” He said huskily.

I moaned at the praise, grinding my clit onto Sam.

“She’s - ah- she’s being a little bad right now, not letting me in that sweet cunt of hers.” Sammy squeezed my ass. I smiled to myself, earning a smack on the ass from him.

“Think it’s just payback from before,” Danny replied, still stroking himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said innocently. Sam’s hand slid up my side, landing on the side of my face. “See, she’s a bad girl. Bet she likes getting fucked like one too.” Sam protested.

“Oh, was I tricked?” Danny asked, pausing his movements.

“Think she likes getting slapped around?” Sam asked cockily, feeling his dick twitch under me.

I nodded my head, biting my lip.

Sam smiled, he lightly smacked my cheek, making me moan out.

“Harder,” I said, still grinding on him.

He slapped my face harder this time, my face stung and I whimpered in delight. The pain was perfect. He rubbed my cheek a little “Oh, I knew it. You like it rough.”

“Yeah, I do” I moaned.

“I think one more will do her good.” Danny added.

“One more?” Sammy cooed.

“Hit me” I begged.

He hit the same cheek, making me moan again, the mix of pain and arousal made me grind into him deeper. His hand rubbed the spot one more time. This time he let his thumb into my mewling lips. I sucked around it instinctively as I rocked my hips deeper. I was so wet and he was so hard that he eventually slipped into my pussy. We both moaned in unison.

Sammy’s thumb popped out of my mouth. I reached over to Danny, taking his hand. I led it to my lips, he quickly knew what I was getting at. He dipped his fingers into my mouth, making me gag. Collecting my saliva, he worked it onto his shaft.

Some saliva was left on my chin, Sammy licked it, “You’ve gotta be the sexiest woman alive… Damn.”

Starting to crave Danny while watching him jerk himself, I slowed down my movements.

“I think it’s Danny’s turn, right?” I asked Sam politely, who agreed.

“Yeah, I think I wanna try that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“So greedy, aren’t you?” I purred.

Danny laughed, “To be fair, Sam’s talked about wanting this the most, I don’t mind sharing, baby.” He helped me off Sam.

“Kinda wanted to fuck you from behind, is that okay, my girl?” Danny was always so polite, I smiled in return.

Sammy propped up pillows behind himself, getting ready for my mouth. Danny got off the bed and came up from behind me, getting back on and lining himself up with my glistening cunt.

I arched my back for Danny, making sure he had perfect access and Sam had a great view.

I crawled between Sammy’s legs as I felt Danny’s hands on my hips. I felt him slide the tip, top to bottom, getting some of my juices to lubricate himself.

I stuck my tongue out, starting to lick the base of Sam, to the top.

“You ready, baby?” Danny asked. I looked up at Sam with doe-eyes. Asking him to relay the message.

“She’s ready,” He moaned.

Danny slammed into my hips the second I lowered myself onto Sam. I tasted myself on him.

I moaned around him while Danny fucked into me. He slapped my ass, moaning for me.

“Damn, you’re still fucking tight- even after all that with Sam?” He let out.

“She’s got the perfect cunt, right?” Sammy asked while holding my hair. I leaked out more from the praise.

“It’s so fucking good.” He said with each thrust going deeper.

I bobbed my head up and down, jerking him with my one hand. I gagged around Sam, surprised at how big he was for his size. He filled up my pussy so perfectly, I didn’t realize how comparable he was to Danny.

We continued our acts and moans filled the air.

I felt both Danny and Sam twitch in each ends of my body. I knew they were close. Sammy looked down at me, biting his lip.

Danny brought his hand to my clit, rubbing it vigorously. I was going to cum with them.

“Can we cum in you?” Sam asked politely, rubbing my cheek tenderly.

I moaned and nodded yes.

“Fuck, she’s so good.” Danny growled.

Sammy was the first to let go. Calling out for me, biting his lip and throwing his head back. His cum was delicious, I swallowed it eagerly, licking up any remaining arousal on his pulsing cock.

Danny fucked me faster, chasing his orgasm. He sped up his movements on my clit, knowing I could handle it.

I came faster than I thought, feeling my cum leak onto his balls that smacked against my ass. I called out for him, reaching for something to hold onto. Sammy let me hold his hand. He rubbed the hair out of my face, and looked me in my eyes lazily.

“Take him, baby. Cum for her, Danny, she’s dying for it.” Something about Sammy’s voice drove me insane, hearing him talk sweetly to me and full of lust. It was intoxicating.

Danny let out a strained moan, and I felt him cum deep inside of me. He removed himself and dragged my almost lifeless body next to Sam.

I held onto Sam, Danny held me from behind, and we all tried to catch our breath.

“Holy, fuck.” Danny breathed out

“Yeah.” Sam laughed, amazed.

We all basked in the smell of our sex and held onto one another.

“Well, I’m finally hungry.” I said trying to break the silence, which they both laughed and agreed.

We decided to go downstairs, them getting into their briefs, and Danny removed the duvet from his bed, know it desperately needed a wash.

I walked to Danny’s bathroom, cleaning up a bit.

Danny knocked on the door and I told him to let himself in. Like the gentleman he was, he had a fresh shirt picked for me with a pair of his boxers.

I smiled and changed into them, not minding that he was right there. Something about this felt really good. Usually after a hookup, I felt awkward but this was something else…

Danny told me to meet them in the kitchen where we’d ravish our meals and regain some of our strength that we lost.

I made it to the kitchen where the two seemed to be talking in hushed tones, unlike their usual loud voices.

“What’s going on?” I asked curiously. Sam was heating up my food on the stove and smiled, for the first time shyly. Danny looked at me with kind eyes.

“Can we… I don’t know… Do this often? Maybe not all the time, we still respect you as a person but… Y/N, that was kind of special to us… And not in a ‘I’ve always wanted to have a threesome’ kind of way… What do you think?” Danny said, hands in his sweatpants pockets.

Sammy smiled lightly and nodded.

I never pictured this happening, I never thought of myself as the kind of girl to be in a three way friends with benefits… But, I felt safe knowing it was with them.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this… But why not.” I smiled, they both came over to me, pulling me into a hug and kissing my face.

Not sure of how this would work, but I knew we’d be alright.

[celestialsolstice]

personally? i think danny would love helping you dye your hair.

he would be SO meticulous about it, properly sectioning out your hair—whining about how you gave him hair ties to do it with rather than actual clips like the professionals—using the fun little brushes!!

meanwhile you’re sitting in a chair that you two moved into your bathroom and watch him go to town on your head through the mirror, trying not to whine too much at him about how much faster this would be if he just used his gloved hands to massage the dye into your hair.

but he’s adamant on doing it the best way possible for his girl, because if he ruined your hair (he literally could never, and you wouldn’t get mad at him anyways since you’ve done WORSE to your own head), he would actually cry and probably beg for forgiveness

[hearts-hunger]

home for the holidays — chapter two

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Series Summary: The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth. ||  Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

⮡ part one

Chapter Summary: The gang explores a very festive Frankenmuth. (Danny's POV)

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner, Josh Kiszka x Reader, Jake Kiszka x Reader | Genre: holiday fluff | Word Count: 3.5k | Chapter Warnings: spicy remarks, talk of sexuality, mention of the devil's lettuce

A/N: My first time writing Danny and Sam from their perspective! Also, fair warning, everything I know about Frankenmuth is from the internet, so forgive me if it's not accurate hehe. I hope you like it! ♡

Sam dropped their bags just inside his bedroom, giving a theatrical, contented sigh as he stepped in.

“Home sweet home.”

Danny chuckled as his boyfriend flopped unceremoniously on the bed, a display he’d seen many times in their youth when they came home tired from soccer games or gigs or long nights finding trouble to get into. Not that there was much trouble to be had in quiet little Frankenmuth — they’d mostly gotten their kicks from a dime bag and one of Sam’s records. This bedroom had seen countless hours of the two of them playing music, helping each other with homework, talking about everything and nothing. To Danny, the Kiszka house was a second home, and Sam’s bedroom had been the safest and most wonderful place in the world for many years.

He moved their duffle bags out of the way and perused Sam’s record collection, small as it was with most of it moved to their apartment in Nashville.

“I've been wondering where this was,” Danny said, pulling out a Cat Stevens record. He put it on the old, beat-up turntable and let Teaser and the Firecat play.

Sam rolled to his back. “We should take all those back home when we leave,” he said. “We left a lot of random stuff here.”

“That’s because you were in charge of packing up your room,” Danny reminded him. “And you're terrible at packing.”

Sam grinned as Danny sat in the edge of the bed. “Yeah, but you still love me.”

Danny gave a soft laugh. “Lucky you.”

Sam nudged his knee against Danny’s back. “Hey, you love this song.”

Danny smiled. “I know.”

“I listen to my words, but they fall far below,” Sam sang along absently. “I let my music take me where my heart wants to go.”

He sat up and stretched. “Where does your heart want to go, Dan?”

Danny moved Sam’s legs out of the way and laid back on the bed, his feet still on the floor. “Right now? My heart wants to go to sleep.” 

Their pre-dawn flight had sounded like a great idea when they’d planned it, but he was exhausted now and they hadn't even gotten started on all they planned to squeeze into one day.

Sam laughed and sat cross-legged at Danny's side. “You can’t sleep now. We just got here. We still have lots of stuff to do.”

Danny groaned and draped an arm over his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

Sam ran a hand over Danny’s chest in a soothing motion. “You’re really tired, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You want more coffee?” He got off the bed without waiting for an answer. “I’ll go make you some.”

Danny propped himself up. “You don’t have to.”

Sam smiled. “I want to. Maybe mom has some of that fancy creamer you like.”

Sam was only gone for a minute, and Danny gratefully accepted the mug of coffee with sugar cookie creamer when he returned.

“Thank you,” he said with a contented sigh.

Sam smacked a kiss to his cheek with a goofy muah, making Danny laugh.

“You’re welcome, honey.”

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, Sam rifling through his things and showing Danny any interesting discoveries as Danny drank his coffee. He looked up at the posters haphazardly taped to Sam’s ceiling; they were all male rock bands and musicians, some in various states of undress like the Mick Rock photo of Queen that was almost a boudoir shoot. Danny chuckled.

“What's so funny?” Sam asked with an affectionate smile.

Danny shook his head. “I can’t believe it took you so long to figure out you were into guys.”

Sam gave him a wry smile. “Yeah, well, not all of us were born self-aware bisexuals, Daniel. Some of us had to go through gay trauma.”

Danny looked over at him. “What do you mean?” He’d known it had been a little harder for Sam to come to terms with his sexuality than it had been for Danny, but he didn’t remember anything close to trauma. 

Sam gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m kidding. There was very little trauma involved, if any. Aside from realizing I was hopelessly in love with you and not being able to tell you.”

Danny sighed. “Sweetheart, I think that was just you being dumb,” he teased. “You could have told me any of those million times we were in here goofing off and trying to act straight and I would have told you I felt the same way.”

“Not if you were making out with girls all the time,” Sam needled.

“Minor detours,” he said. He finished his coffee and set the mug on the nightstand. “I was always on the road to you, Sammy.”

“Now you sound like a Rascal Flats song.”

Danny laughed until he was out of breath, and Sam wore a lovesick smile as he watched him.

“You know I spend every waking minute trying to make you laugh?” Sam said, coming to sit beside him on the bed. “It’s my favorite sound in the whole world.”

“Aw, love. You’re secretly a romantic, aren’t you?”

“I am not,” Sam said. “Take that back.”

Danny smirked. “What are you gonna do if I don’t? Make swoony romantic love to me?”

With a quickness that made Danny blush, Sam straddled his lap and pulled his arms behind his back.

“Does this feel swoony and romantic to you?” Sam asked.

Danny smirked. “Kind of.”

Sam immediately took down the facade and released Danny’s hands to cradle his face and kiss him gently. That suited Danny better; usually he was the one giving the business to Sam, and he liked it just fine.

“I love you,” Danny said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Sam smiled and buried his face in Danny’s neck.

“I love you too,” he said. “You know, it’s been a while since we fooled around in this bed.”

Danny snorted. “It’s barely eight in the morning, Sam.”

Sam gave him a serious look. “You know you can do the deed even when it’s not dark outside.”

Danny laughed. “You’re funny.”

Sam was pleased with the compliment and rewarded him with a kiss. Despite what he’d said, Danny felt himself warming to the idea of “fooling around,” and he broke the kiss before it got too hot and heavy.

“Hey,” Sam protested. “Be nice.”

“Don’t tempt me. You’re the one who said we have all this stuff to do.”

“Forget I said that. We can stay in bed all day.”

Sam kissed him again, and Danny had almost agreed to stay in bed when a knock sounded on the door.

“Let’s go, lovebirds,” came Jake’s voice. “It’s too early for all that.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s impeccable timing. Danny chuckled and gently eased Sam off of him.

“Come on,” he said sweetly. “Let’s go look at Christmas lights or something.”

Sam softened. “You sure you’re not too tired? You can crash for a while if you want.”

Danny shook his head. “I’m feeling better after having some coffee. In fact, I’m rarin’ to go.”

Sam grinned and took his hand as they went to meet the rest of their friends at the door.

“Are you coming with us, mom?” Sam called, pulling on his jacket.

“No, you kids go have fun. You girls take nice pictures, because I know none of these boys can.”

Sparrow and Baby laughed.

“Yes ma’am,” they chorused. 

Bundled up in scarves and hats and big jackets they hadn’t had to use since they moved, the six of them crunched through the few inches of snow that had already accumulated on the ground. Danny took the driver’s seat again, reaching his hand back to find Sam’s.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to hold my hand,” Josh teased, slapping his palm against Danny’s.

Danny took Josh’s hand and squeezed it. “Who says?”

Josh laughed and returned the affectionate squeeze before Sam batted his hand away. 

“Hey now,” Sam said. “Hands off my man.”

Danny felt Sam’s wiry hand in his own and ran his thumb over Sam’s knuckles.

“You’re gonna freeze with no gloves, Sam.”

“I do have one glove,” Sam said. “I guess you’ll just have to hold my other hand to keep me from getting frostbite.”

The drive to town was quick, but it took ages to find parking. Even with the light snowfall, people were out and about, enjoying the snow-capped and colorfully lit Little Bavaria of downtown Frankenmuth. Danny was happy to be back; he’d missed the sights and sounds of his hometown at Christmas, and he was glad they’d decided to come home for the holidays.

They all cheered when they finally found a parking space, and Baby pointed out that they were right near one of the “Stop and Snap” picture spots. 

“Get in,” she ordered with all the seriousness of a general directing her army, gesturing to a giant ornament with a wide seat in the middle. “We’re doing all fifteen stops so we can get our collector’s edition ornament at the Visitor's Center.”

They did as she asked, squishing together, sitting on each other’s laps to fit.

“Put those long arms to use for a selfie, Daniel,” Sparrow said, just as dedicated to the cause as her best friend. 

Danny smiled and did as she said, fitting everyone into the picture and taking millions so the girls could pick out the one they liked the best. As they walked around town, they stopped and took more pictures, each one more ridiculous than the last, and Danny felt the infectious joy of good company as they explored the town they knew like the back of their hand.

“We ought to stop in and say hi to Mr. Miller,” Sam said as they rounded the corner near where the record shop stood. 

“Hey, we should!” Josh agreed. He nudged his shoulder against his girlfriend’s. “And maybe Santa can get me that John Denver record I’ve been looking for. What do you think, baby?”

She gave him an innocent smile. “I don't know, honey. Have you been a good boy this year?”

He whispered something to her that made her blush. “Joshua,” she protested, but her smile gave her away.

They came into the record store and basked in the warmth for a moment before spreading out to flip through rows and rows of second-hand vinyls. All of them had spent countless hours there searching for good finds growing up, and the owner, Mr. Miller had always been a kind friend and musical mentor to them. They went to say hello to Mr. Miller, and he was delighted to have them back; he gestured to the boxes of records he hadn’t yet put out and told them have at them.

“I know you kids like to hunt for hidden treasure,” he said with a twinkling smile. “Knock yourselves out.”

They did, and they found several records they asked Mr. Miller to keep for them behind the counter until they were headed home. He did, saying he was “always happy to see young folks interested in good music.”

Danny and Sam looked together through the jazz section. The smell of old records brought back a flood of memories for Danny, and he gently tapped his boot against Sam’s.

“You know, Sam, I think I fell in love with you in this store.”

His boyfriend gave him a heart-tilting smile. “You did? You never told me.”

“I mean, I'd been in love with you forever,” Danny, a little bashful as he remembered the years of fumbling, hesitant flirtation with his best friend. “But I do remember one time when we were in here, a few weeks before we went to the cabin. You found a copy of Teaser and the Firecat — the copy we were listening to earlier, actually, because you ended up buying it — and started singing ‘Rubylove’ loud enough for the whole store to hear. But you changed ‘Ruby’ to ‘Danny’.”

Danny was surprised to see Sam blush bright red.

“Oh, god, I remember that,” Sam said with an embarrassed laugh. 

Danny himself felt a little embarrassed at the thought that Sam didn’t remember that day with as much fondness as he did.

“I thought you were flirting with me,” Danny said, hedging. “I guess I was wrong.”

Sam looked surprised. “I was!” He came close and eased Danny’s embarrassment with a lopsided smile, tucking his hand into the crook of Danny’s arm.

“I was definitely flirting with you, honey,” he said, kind and affectionate. “I mean, I sang you a love song from your favorite album of all time. I was one hundred percent wearing my heart on my sleeve and making a complete fool of myself.”

Danny softened and gave him a chaste kiss. “I don’t think you made a fool of yourself, love.”

Sam raised a brow. “No? What if I did it again right now?”

Without waiting for Danny’s answer, he pressed his clasped hands to his chest in a dramatic gesture.

“Danny my love, you’ll be my love. You’ll be my sky above, Danny my love.”

Danny laughed and shushed him with a hand to his mouth as they gained troubled glances from other customers and a wolf whistle from one of Sam’s brothers.

Mr. Miller called to them from behind the counter. “Haven’t you boys quit flirting and actually gotten together yet?”

All of them laughed, and Jake wryly assured the older man that the two singing idiots had indeed gotten together.

Mr. Miller shook his head. “About time.”

Sam looked up at Danny with a beaming grin. “I was flirting with you this time, too, just so you know.”

Danny chuckled and gave him a quick kiss. “I figured.”

After a while, Danny found Baby flipping through the John Denver section with a look of concentration.

“Don’t you have most of these?” he asked. She and Josh had adopted John Denver as “their” artist, and from what he could remember of their collection at home, they had almost all of his albums.

“Yeah,” she said, a little distracted. “But we don’t have Rocky Mountain Christmas yet, and I wanted to get it for Josh this year.”

He helped her look, and after a few moments, he pulled out a blue and white album with painted mountains on the cover. “This one?”

She gave him a sweet, joyful smile he couldn't help but return.

“Yes!” she said happily, taking it when he offered it to her. “Thank you, Danny. That's exactly what I was looking for.”

She looked up at him. “Did you find anything for Sam?”

He shrugged. “I can’t think of a record he wants that he doesn't already have,” he said. “He’s hard to buy for, you know that.”

“Tell me about it,” she agreed as they walked to the counter together. “Josh and I got him a Polaroid, so I hope he’ll like it.”

“He’ll love it,” Danny assured her. “That’s a great gift for him. Did you have it shipped here?” Since they’d decided on the trip, they’d been sending their packages to the Kiszkas' for Kelly to hide, and they had a lot of wrapping to do that night to get everything ready.

She nodded. “Kelly said it got there yesterday, so it was just in the nick of time.”

She handed the record to Mr. Miller and asked him to keep it with the rest of their picks, and Danny blocked Josh’s way when he tried to come close.

“What are you, her bodyguard?” Josh laughed.

Danny shook a stern finger at him. “Christmas is no time for snooping, Mr. Kiszka.”

Josh grinned. “Fine. We’re ready to go when you guys are.”

They rejoined the group when they’d said their goodbyes to Mr. Miller, a little relieved to find it had stopped snowing while they were shopping. Sam took Danny’s hand as they walked, and Danny laughed when he found that Sam actually did only have one singular glove.

“Here,” he said, making to take off his own and give them to him.

“Aw, Dan, you don't have to give me your gloves,” Sam said, surprised but touched that he would offer. “Just hold my hand and I’ll be fine.”

Danny gladly did as he said. The feel of Sam’s hand in his still sent a thrill through him like the first time he’d felt it, and he knew he’d never tire of the little ways Sam came up with to be close to him. 

“Alright, boys, strap in,” Sparrow said, rubbing her mittened hands together in gleeful anticipation as they came up to Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland. The gigantic building was festooned top to bottom in garlands and lights, and even from the outside it lived up to its billing as the world's largest Christmas store. Danny smiled as he watched Jake join in his girlfriend’s excitement and saw Josh snap a picture of the sign with the disposable camera Baby had brought.

“You ready?” Danny asked, looking to his boyfriend with a grin.

Sam shrugged. “Oh, sure.”

Danny chuckled. “You promise you won’t hate it?” he teased. Though Sam would never admit it, fearing to tarnish his rockstar reputation, he loved going to Bronner’s and looked forward to it every year.

Sam gave him a grudging smile. “I think I’ll survive.”

They wove through life-size nativity scenes and towering nutcrackers until they came to the door, entering into a sprawling display of festivity. The girls gave delighted giggles and dragged their boyfriends off to look at the huge Christmas village exhibits and hundreds upon hundreds of ornaments that sparkled and shone from every corner. Sam and Danny took a moment to take it all in, looking over the waterfalls of twinkling lights, giant baubles suspended from the ceiling, and many-tiered displays of Santas, presents, and brightly-lit trees.

Danny snuck a glance at his boyfriend and softened at the look of boyish wonder and excitement of Sam’s face. Spurred by affectionate impulse, he kissed Sam’s cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, love.”

Sam pinked and gave him a bashful grin.

“Merry Christmas, Dan.”

They whiled away the morning at Bronner’s, spending a long time in leisurely enjoyment of the sights and sounds of Christmas. When they’d seen all there was to see and successfully dissuaded the girls from buying the entire store, they had lunch at the Christmas Town Pub at the farmer’s market and talked over mugs of mulled wine.

“You’re not doing this whole vegan thing with Sammy, right?” Josh asked, snagging one of the fries that had come with Danny’s bratwurst. Baby batted his hand away and pushed her fries towards him.

“I don’t mind sharing,” Danny said, giving her a smile. “And to answer your question, Josh, I think I’d qualify myself as a selective vegan.”

Sparrow laughed. “So not really a vegan.”

“Well, we’ve been doing it at home,” Sam said. “Danny’s been a real champ so far.”

“I’m not going vegan for you, Sparrow,” Jake said. “I mean, I love you, but I really, really like meat.”

“Yes, honey, I know. You and your steaks.”

Jake put a hand to his chest. “You don't like my steaks?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. “Of course I like them, Jakey. I like anything you cook. You know what else I like?”

He smirked. “My world-famous kisses?”

She laughed. “Those too. I was going to say mulled wine, but if you would be so kind as to get me some more, I’ll let you give me one of those world-famous kisses.”

Josh and Baby asked for more too, and Sam offered to help Jake carry them.

“You want another one?” he asked Danny.

Danny finished his drink and raised his mug. “Sure, why not.”

They lingered for a while over their drinks, and Danny started to feel the pull of exhaustion again as the wine and warm food worked their magic. Sam’s hand running up and down his back, though a welcome touch, wasn’t helping him in his losing battle. Sparrow and Josh, too, were looking ready for a nap, and their partners were happy to have them rest their heads on their shoulders. 

“We’re losing them, Jake,” Sam said with a laugh. He looked over at Danny. “My big guy's about ready to crash, huh?”

Danny gave him a drowsy smile. “I like it when you call me that.”

Sam chuckled. “I'm glad. You are my big guy.” He brushed Danny's hair over his shoulder. “You ready to head home?”

Danny stifled a yawn behind his hand. “Probably. If everybody else is.”

“I think we should call it before Sparrow falls asleep at the table,” Jake said, kissing her cheek. “We can take a power nap and come back for ice skating later.”

Jake offered to drive home, and Danny leaned against Sam as they rode. With a bit of persuasion, Sam got him out of the car and into bed.

“Just one more minute, sweetheart,” Sam said, kneeling down to take off Danny’s boots for him. Danny felt his heart squeeze at the selfless gesture and rested his head against Sam’s for a moment.

Sam breathed a laugh. “You alright?”

Danny hummed in agreement. “I love you a lot, Sam.”

Sam set Danny's boots to the side and tipped his face up for a kiss, which Danny gladly gave.

“I love you a lot too, big guy.”

Danny snuggled close to Sam when they were both under the covers, and Sam brushed Danny's hair back from his face.

“I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you now, Sam.”

Sam's laugh was soft. “We’ve always spent Christmas together, love,” he said. “Even when we were kids.”

Danny cuddled closer. “You know what I mean. I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you like this.”

Sam relaxed with a contented sigh and gave Danny a gentle kiss.

“Yeah,” he agreed, and Danny could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re right. This kind of Christmas is way better.”

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Wet Ink and Burning Ice-DRW

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Okay, you guys. This is the reason I haven't posted chapter 4 of "Cruising Into Love." Ya girl got too feral and needed to let some stuff out....so here you go!

Summary: Your boyfriend Danny has been bulking up, and you have some new ideas for how to break in those new muscles.

Warnings: 18+ readers only!!!!

explicit sex, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, arm riding(!), edging, orgasm denial, bondage, spanking, slight degradation, ice play, foul language, some cheesy love because I can't help myself, INSANELY HOT DANIEL WAGNER!!!! Let me know if I missed anything!

“Alright, you two. I’m heading out,” Sam says to you and Danny, slapping his hands on his knees and pressing himself up off the oversized chair in yours and Danny’s living room. The credits from the movie you were all watching roll across the screen as Sammy slips on his Birks and heads toward the front door. 

“Bye, Sammy!” you say with a smile. 

“See you tomorrow, Sam,” Danny says, gently shifting you off of his chest and placing a pillow underneath you. 

“See you then, Daniel,” Sam calls out, closing the door behind him with a click, as your beautiful curly-headed boyfriend heads toward the kitchen. 

“Do you want another glass of wine, honey?” You hear him open the fridge and crack open a can of beer. 

“Yes, please! Thank you, baby!” you call out, sitting up on the couch. 

Danny rustles around in the pantry and pulls out an unopened bottle of wine. You and Sam had finished off the first one throughout the course of the evening, all of you laughing and enjoying another one of Sam’s amazing meals before settling down to watch a movie. You hear the cork pop off and the liquid pour into your glass before Danny makes his way back into the living room. 

“Here you go, sweetheart.” He hands you your glass with that heart-melting boyish smile that makes you weak in the knees. You wonder if you’ll ever get tired of that-if that feeling will ever fade? Definitely not you think to yourself as he leans in to kiss your forehead. No, after two years together, you still feel that same delicious heartache that you felt the moment you laid eyes on him. Gazing at him from across the bar, watching him laugh that goofy little laugh while he got drunk with his brothers, not a care in the world. His eyes met yours and locked in and that was that. Love at first sight, as cheesy as that sounds. Maybe it is, but you don’t care. You knew at that moment that he was the love of your life, and he knew it too. 

“What are you thinking about, angel?” Danny asks, sitting on the floor between your legs, his body halfway turned to face you, and his head resting against your knee. 

You caress his sweet face with your hand, tracing your forefinger along his perfectly chiseled jaw as he gazes up at you with an expression that can only be described as pure love. “The night we met,” you smile, leaning down to kiss him on his sharp, angled nose dusted with the most adorable freckles. 

He leans over and kisses your knee opposite the one he is resting on. “That was a good night,” he replies, gazing up at you again, gently stroking your calf with his free hand, the other still holding his beer. 

A laugh bubbles up out of your chest. Danny looks at you curiously, chuckling. “What’s so funny?” he smiles, sitting up straighter. 

“Just imagining how grossed out Sam would be if he were still here. You know he thinks we are the cheesiest, most nauseating couple on the planet,” you giggle again. 

Danny chuckles back, “In his defense, he’s probably right, but he’ll get it one day when he finds the right person.” 

“Oh I can’t wait to give him shit the day that happens,” you say with a smirk. 

“You and me both!” Danny laughs, leaning back again, his shoulder in between your legs leaning on the couch cushion. “You want to watch something else?” he asks, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table. 

“Yeah, sure! You pick.”

Danny scrolls through the list of movies on the screen, settling on one you’ve both seen a thousand times. 

“Caddyshack? Again?” you groan, tossing your head back and running your hand over your face. 

“Hey! You said I can pick!” he laughs, turning up the volume. 

You play with his soft, dark brown curls tickling your knee while you drink your wine, lovingly rolling your eyes at your boyfriend as he laughs at the same lines he’s heard thousands of times. You would be perfectly happy if you never watched this movie again, but you do love that goofy laugh, and the way his eyes crinkle when something really gets him belly laughing. You finish off your wine and hand the glass to him as he tips his can of beer back, swallowing the last few drops. He leans over to set the glass and can both on the coffee table, the muscles in his shoulders and arms more visible with his reach. The few glasses of wine you had already made you clench and shift slightly in your seat. Danny knows you get extra horny for him when you drink red wine, and you know that’s why he offered you another glass earlier. Not that you would have needed it. You’re fucking feral for this man stone-cold sober 24/7. He extends his arms above his head and then out to the sides, stretching with a yawn before leaning back to his previous position. Oh, for fucks sake. You’re already feeling flushed just from his stretch. You lazily run your finger across his shoulder and bicep, tracing the outline of each beautiful muscle. Ever since he started hanging out with Dave, Danny has started to bulk up. They’re “gym bros” now, as you love to call them, poking fun at your boyfriend. But you can’t deny, you are loving the results of the work he is putting in. You bite your lip, shifting in your seat again. 

“You doing okay up there?” Danny asks, turning his head slightly, but keeping his eyes on the screen. 

“Oh yeah. I am just fine,” you reply suggestively, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek as you slide your hand down the front of his white “The Thing With Feathers” band t-shirt. He cut the sleeves off the sides, exposing his arms, shoulders, and the sides of his torso. Everyone thinks he’s so sweet and humble, and yeah, sometimes he is, but he also loves to show off for all of his screaming fans, and for you, of course. You feel the ripples of his pecs and obliques under the soft touch of your fingertips and he shudders. Turning around, he looks up at you through his long, dark lashes, the sparkle of gold and green flecks in his eyes making your breath hitch. 

“Does my girl want to play?” he grins wickedly, licking his lips. 

“You know I do. And I know you do by how wine drunk you got me tonight,” you giggle. 

“What can I say? You just do it for me, baby,” he winks as you giggle again. “What are you thinking about?” 

“How I’m really glad you and Dave became friends,” you reply, your eyes exploring every inch of his upper body. 

“Interesting thought to get you all worked up, but I suppose he is pretty hot,” Danny smirks. 

God, that makes you want him even more. The way he can just openly talk about his guy friends being attractive with no weird stigma around it. He just calls it like he sees it, and he sees it for what it is: Dave Welsh is, in fact, pretty hot. 

“You’re definitely right about that,” you giggle as you lean in to kiss the shell of his ear, his head lolling off to the side, giving you better access. “But I’m referring to how bulked up you’ve gotten since you gym bros started hanging out.” Your voice is low and sultry in his ear and his eyes flutter in response. 

“Do you have to call us that?” he chuckles, his voice low and soft and his eyes still fluttering as you nip at his ear lobe. 

“What would you prefer I call you, hmm?” you ask, speaking barely above a whisper as you kiss his neck softly. 

“I don’t know…I think maybe ‘friends’ would suffice,” he chuckles, his breath hitching when you bite his neck, soothing it with a swipe of your tongue. 

You giggle and reply, “No…that just doesn’t fit quite right. See, you’re friends with Sammy and the twins, but you don’t have that special homoerotic ‘gym bro’ connection that you have with Dave. I’m sticking with gym bros.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him, feeling the strong, sinewy muscles across his chest and kissing his impossibly soft, freckle-dusted shoulder. 

“Homoerotic, huh?” he smirks, gently caressing his calloused hands over your arms. 

“Oh, yeah. Definitely,” You shift to the other side of his body, peppering kisses on his other shoulder. 

“And does my dirty girl like that? Thinking about her ‘homoerotic’ boyfriend and his ‘gym bro’ lifting weights, standing over each other to spot one another, our faces dangerously close to the others’ crotch?” he laughs. 

“You say that like a joke, but yes, in fact, your dirty girl does like that,” you giggle, running your hands down his abs before moving them back up and over his shoulders. “But right now all I can focus on are these shoulders and arms. Fuck, they are just doing something for me.” 

He chuckles, “You know you’re gonna give me a big head talking about my body so much.”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, pulling back to sit up straight on the edge of the couch. “You got a big head during your last tour when all of the girls started losing their damn minds over you and that hot body.” 

“Maybe so,” he smirks, “but you’re the only one who gets this ‘hot body.’ He turns around to kneel before you, running his hands slowly up your thighs. “So tell me, angel, what do you want to do to it? I’m all yours.” 

“Well, I…I have this idea,” you start as your face turns a deep shade of red. 

He looks at you concerned for a moment. “What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything. You don’t need to be embarrassed with me.” He cups your cheek and you lean into his touch. 

“Um, it’s…well, it’s kinda different, I suppose,” you fidget with your hands. 

“Sweetheart, it’s me. You know I just want to make you feel good. I want to give you what you want, okay?” He leans in to kiss your forehead, his lips warm and soft. 

“Okay,” you start, your nerves relaxing a little, “well, you know how I love to ride your thighs, right?”

He flashes that beautiful bright white smile, “Oh, yeah I do.” 

“Do you think maybe…um, maybe I could…try to uh…ride y-your…arms?” 

He releases a sharp exhale from his nose, his body tensing, causing his muscles to flex oh so deliciously. Grabbing both sides of your face, he goes in for a deep, passionate kiss, groaning into your mouth. “I fucking love you, you know that baby?” he says as he pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. 

You’re so relieved by his response, your nervous tension immediately fades away as you drape your arms around his shoulders and pull him flush with your body. “So, is that a yes?” you giggle. 

“That’s a hell yes,” he replies with that ridiculously sexy smile, kissing you again. “I’m not completely sure how to go about it, but we will figure it out together, okay?” His eyes are so full of adoration, you wonder why you were nervous to ask him? Your heart feels like it could literally burst from how much you love this man. He pulls back from the kiss and you gaze at him, just taking in his beauty that you will never tire of. He allows this for a moment, gazing back at you and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he just can’t hold back anymore. He presses you back against the couch a little roughly and you bite your lip with a wicked grin, loving how eager he is for this. “You’re so fucking sexy, y/n,” he groans as he kisses and bites along your neck, licking a long strip from the base of your neck up to your ear. “Say it,” he commands. 

“I-I’m so fucking sexy,” you say, breathlessly, feeling a little silly, but already so lost in him that you don’t care. 

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he whispers, biting your earlobe just enough to sting before gently sucking on it. You whimper at his praise and start to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head haphazardly. Grasping his shoulders, you pull him in and kiss him deeply again, letting your hands roam all over his perfectly sculpted torso, arms, and shoulders. “Mmm you just can’t get enough can you?” He licks his bottom lip and flashes that devilish grin again. 

“You have no fucking idea, Daniel,” you moan, reaching for the fly of his pants, fumbling to undo the button and pull down the zipper. He groans when you slide your hand into his tight, skinny jeans, cupping him while sucking on his bottom lip. 

He grips your wrist and pulls your hand out, pinning it above your head. “Not yet. I’m going to take my time tonight. Make sure you get off on my arms, you filthy little slut.” You whimper and arch your back, begging for him to touch you, lick you, kiss you, bite you…anything. You just need to feel more of him. “Mmm nope. Not until you say it. What are you, y/n?” 

You turn bright red as your breathing intensifies further. “I-I’m a filthy little slut.” The way he talks to you when he gets like this sets your whole body on fire. It’s so unlike him to talk to you this way. In fact, he was uncomfortable with it at first when you told him you liked it. He didn’t like calling you names or doing anything other than adore and praise you, but once he saw how hard you got off from it, he was on board 100%. 

“Yes you are, angel. My filthy little slut.” He gives you a wet, messy kiss, so desperate to taste as much of you as possible, before moving down to lick and suck down your chest, biting your peaked nipples through your cropped tank top. You shove the straps down your arms, rolling down the top until your breasts pop out with a bounce. He looks so desperate to taste you as he dives in, biting, sucking, practically abusing your chest, leaving bite marks and hickies-marking his territory. He’s animalistic right now. Your hands grip his silky soft curls, tugging on them with each excruciating bite. Fuck, he makes the pain feel so good. Working his way down your stomach, he rips your shorts off of you roughly, exposing your completely soaked light pink cotton panties. 

Danny sighs and his eyes flutter for a moment, taking in the view. “Oh, baby…such a good fucking girl. So wet for me already.” He dives in, running his perfectly angled nose along your heat, his tongue following suit. You moan louder than expected, considering there is still fabric between you and his mouth. “Yeah? You like that, baby?” he goads, rubbing his thick middle finger in feather-light circles over your clit. 

“Yes, Danny,” you whimper, “Oh God yes,” you say louder as he increases the pressure. You thrust into his hand, but he pulls back and grips your hips, slamming you back down onto the couch cushions. Your brow furrows and you whimper pathetically, so desperate for his touch again. He leans in and bites the skin just below your belly button, causing you to cry out and wince. Yanking you by your arms back into an upright position, he stands and towers over you, gripping your chin and tugging it up so you can look him in the eyes. 

“You’re going to cum exactly four times tonight-no more, no less. Do you understand me?” He’s an angel straight from hell, bound and determined to drag you down with him, and you have absolutely no desire to fight against it. 

“Yes sir,” you reply shakily. He roughly glides his thumb across your bottom lip, dragging it down before sliding it into your mouth so far back that you gag. He grits his teeth at the sound, and you can see his cock twitch through his jeans. 

Danny moves to sit on the floor again between your legs, as you sit on the edge of the seat. Moving sideways, he positions his right shoulder in between your thighs, just inches away from your throbbing clit, practically pulsing through your panties. You sit still for a moment, waiting for direction, not sure what to do and a little nervous. 

“Well, come on, sweetheart. This is what you wanted, right? Do it,” he demands, looking up at you through his dark, long lashes, smirking and biting his lip. 

You slowly inch forward just a bit as Danny tenses and flexes his arm, glancing over and smirking. Such a show off. You take a deep, shaky breath, suddenly feeling embarrassed again. This is so weird, right? Wanting to ride your boyfriend’s arms?! He seems into it, but what if he gets freaked out? 

“Angel,” his soft, kind voice pulls you out of your spiral. Reaching over with his left hand, he caresses your calf and looks up at you with those beautiful, sparkling hazel eyes filled with so much love . “Please don’t ever feel uncomfortable with me, okay? I love you. This isn’t weird if we don’t want it to be. Don’t think. Just feel,” he presses his shoulder in between your thighs, closing the gap. You gasp at the sensation, realizing just how badly you needed to feel any part of him between your legs. Gripping at his left arm that has moved up to your thigh, you slowly start to grind on him, right on top of his new tattoo, a symbol he created to represent the moon phase on the day he was born. It’s beautiful and unique and so…Danny. It feels incredibly intimate and almost forbidden to ride that particular part of his body. The sight of it causes your eyes to flutter as a moan escapes from your lips. Even through your panties, you can see his shoulder starting to dampen. His jaw drops as he takes in the scene before him, gripping and kneading your thigh. He fucking loves this. You roll your hips faster, your other hand gripping the silky soft curls on his head as you feel your orgasm start to build. 

“Oh my God,” you whisper in shock. “Already?” Your voice is so quiet you didn’t thank Danny could hear, but he did. 

“Oh, I knew it wouldn’t take long, sweetheart,” he smirks, looking up at you. “Come on, angel. I want to see you cum all over my shoulder. Right on this tattoo.” Glancing back down, his jaw drops again, a smile breaking through, so pleased and eager to see you fall apart around him. 

Loud whimpers and moans escape from you as your legs start to shake, just on the cusp of your orgasm. Danny moves his arm up further, digging his fingers into your hip, surely leaving bruises for you to blush at later. A reminder of this moment with him. He works your hip, urging you to roll your body faster onto him. You cry out his name, repeating it over and over mixed with a string of expletives as you fall apart around him, your nails digging into the sinewy muscle of his other arm, head falling back lazily as you come down, riding out the last few pulses of your orgasm. Leaning forward, you rest your cheek on top of his head, your breathing ragged. He runs his hand over your arm that’s resting on your knee, his right arm tracing an unknown pattern on your calf. 

“Fuck, baby. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Why didn’t I think of this?” he chuckles. 

You giggle as your breathing starts to regulate. Sitting up, you caress his face as he looks up at you in adoration. “I’m just glad you didn’t think it was too weird.” 

“Y/n I would get much weirder than that for you,” he laughs, leaning his head against your knee. 

“Oh really? I’m going to hold you to that, Daniel.” You lean down to give him a chaste kiss. 

Pulling his arm away slowly, you get a clearer view of the mess you made on his tattoo. Seeing it glisten in the lamplight made you clench. Daniel Wagner is the only man who could make you this horny mere minutes after an orgasm. You’re dying for more already. 

He looks down to admire your work as well, in awe. “Wow. And with your panties still on? Baby, let’s see the mess you can make with them off.” He flashes that wicked grin again, turning to face you on his knees, and grasping your hips to lift you up off of the couch into a standing position in front of him. Glancing up at you through those dark, long lashes, he licks a stripe from the waistband of your panties up to your belly button, then moves to kiss and lick along your hips. You close your eyes with a soft sigh, relaxing into him, feeling him, committing every single movement of his mouth against your skin to memory, your hands roaming along his arms and shoulders again, your fingers lingering on his damp tattoo. Hooking his thumbs over the waistband of your panties, he begins to pull them down slowly, continuing to feast on every inch of you, but he stops just short of exposing you and turns you around somewhat aggressively. You gasp in shock. Thankfully, he kept a firm grip on your hips to keep you from falling. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he murmurs, almost like he is just talking to himself. You smile, turning your head to glance at him as you caress your hands over his, still resting on your hips. 

“That’s good because you’re stuck with me, Daniel Robert,” you reply with a wink. He glances up at you through his lashes again, but this time he has that adorable lovesick puppy expression plastered on his face. Your heart aches for him and you can’t decide what’s sexier: that look of adoration and longing, or that predatory look of hunger he switches to so quickly. 

He peppers the tenderest kisses along the small of your back, his arms dropping to caress your legs, causing goosebumps to prickle up in his wake. Switching from kisses to soft bites and licks, he then slides his big, warm hands up the sides of your thighs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties again. His mouth follows the slow descent of your panties over your ass, devouring the plush skin. You feel his smooth cheek rub against the swell of your ass as he lets out a quiet groan. Switching sides, he repeats his actions on your other cheek before moving down to taste the backs of your thighs. 

Whimpering, you tip your head back and whisper, “Please, baby.” 

“Please what, angel?” he chuckles, pulling back to remove your panties from around your ankles. 

“Please, I need more. Can you give it to me? Give me more, please?” You are whimpery and pathetic, but you don’t care. All sense of pride is thrown out the window and you are putty in his hands. 

He groans and kneads his hands into the supple skin of your ass, just barely running his angular nose up your crack, ending with a kiss on the small of your back. You gasp and let out a shaky whimper as you clench. “Is my sweet girl already so eager to make a mess of my other arm?” he asks. God, how is his voice this fucking sexy? 

“Yes, baby, I need it. I need you. Please let me cum again, Daniel?” He loves it when you say his name while you beg. 

He sighs out a groan before smacking your ass and aggressively turns you around again, shoving you back down on the couch in a seated position. Sitting on his knees directly in front of the sofa, he extends his left forearm along the couch cushion with his palm up, and elbow bent a little wider than a 90 degree angle right next to where you are sitting. “Straddle my arm, y’n,” he commands. You obey and shift to the side, swinging your leg over his head with a giggle as you sit on his forearm. He tenses and flexes all the muscles in his arm to give you a show and create some friction in between your legs. “Scoot forward.” You wiggle your way toward him until your clit is pressed against his bicep, your ass all the way on the edge of the couch. The veins in his arm are popping out as he continues to flex and put on a show for you, and the feel of his forearm underneath you along with your aching clit up against bicep is so fucking delicous your eyes flutter in anticipation. Danny leans forward and grips the back of your neck with his free hand to pull you into a hot, messy, deep kiss. You moan and instinctively grind on him, but he quickly slaps your thigh, leaving behind a sharp sting. You hiss and whimper from the shock of it. He grips your throat, his thumb digging into your pulse point as he leans in, his nose barely brushing yours. “Wait,” he says barely above a whisper through gritted teeth. His dominance makes you clench and you know he felt it because of the wicked chuckle he let out afterward. Keeping his hand on your throat, he moves his thumb to your jaw, jerking your head to the side so he can bite and suck on your neck. You whimper in pain, but it feels so good. His arm underneath you starts to feel slippery and you clamp your eyes shut to focus on staying still as he moves down to aggressively devour your breasts, biting, sucking, licking all over your tits. His free hand moves down to grip your thigh, presumably to keep you steady so he doesn’t have to punish you again. Although he loves to be dominant for you, you know deep down he just craves being sweet to you. You smile for a moment thinking of how tender his action is, even if his fingers are digging so roughly into your thigh that you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow. 

“Come on baby, please?” You whine again, this time your breathing heavy and ragged, choking back a sob. “You feel so good underneath me. Please let me do it? I promise I’ll make a mess just like you want me to. I’ve been so good, haven’t I?” 

“Fuck, baby yes. Ride me,” he groans, his jaw dropping again as he watches you immediately roll your hips on his arm at a quick pace, rubbing your clit against his flexing bicep. You dig your nails into his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense and flex with every roll of your hips as he holds himself steady for you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart? Riding my arm like the depraved little slut you are?” He licks his bottom lip and bites it, feigning a cool attitude, but you see him shift and grind his hips into the sofa. He’s aching for release too. How is he going to wait for two more orgasms? You pick up your pace, thinking about how badly he needs to cum right now, eager to get off so that you’re one step closer to getting him off. 

“Yes, Danny,” you moan, staring at his bicep as you grind on it, seeing your juices coat his skin and hearing how wet you are with each slippery roll of your hips against him. He starts to move his arm forward and back, creating more friction, and helping you chase your orgasm since your legs are already shaking. “Oh, God yes, yes yes…” you repeat over and over between whimpers and loud moans. 

“There it is, beautiful. Come on, just let it happen. I want to see my arm dripping wet by the time you’re done.” His eyes are hooded and his jaw is dropped again, taking in the sight of you, his fingers still dug deeply in your thigh. 

You beat your fist against his shoulder and throw your head back, going rigid as he continues to furiously move his arm beneath you. Your mouth opens in a silent moan, holding your breath until you reach your peak, coming down with a loud cry and whimper of Danny’s name as you flop backward onto the couch, sweaty and spent. 

“Oh, fuck,” Danny chuckles with wide eyes.

“What?” you reply, barely able to open your eyes. You twitch as he slowly slides his arm out from under you. It is completely drenched. You turn bright red at the sight of it, your eyes going wide. 

“You are a good girl, aren’t you? Doing exactly as you're told,” he leans forward to kiss you on the forehead. “Now taste it.” You blink your eyes at him confused for a moment, still trying to bring yourself back to reality. He swipes two fingers along his arm and brings them to your lips, dipping them into your mouth. “Tastes good, doesn’t it, baby?” He lifts his arm up to lick a long, langued stripe, keeping his eyes on you. Your jaw drops watching the scene. He’s so fucking sexy your head is reeling. “Come on, y/n. Lick it up.” You slowly bend down, and lick all the way from his forearm up to his bicep, tasting the salty sweetness you left behind. “Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, using his other hand to shift his painfully hard length aching to break free from those tight jeans. Kissing him deeply, you moan, tasting yourself on each others’ tongues. 

“Come on baby, please let me take care of that for you?” you beg, glancing down at his crotch. “I need it. Please, Danny?” Your whine is pathetic and you know that makes him crazy. 

He kisses you roughly, groaning into your mouth and gripping your hair before standing in front of you, your face eye level with his dick. His hands move to tenderly caress your shoulders as he gazes down at you, watching you practically pant in anticipation. 

“Well, go ahead, pretty girl. Take what you begged for,” he smirks, licking his bottom lip. God, you love it when he towers over you like this. 

Gripping the waistband of his already unbuttoned jeans, you haphazardly tug them down his legs. He kicks them off the rest of the way, helping you out. Wasting no time, you grip his length through his boxer briefs and lick from the base to the tip, dampening the fabric with your tongue. Tipping his head back slightly, he lets out a low groan, one hand resting on his stomach while the other lazily plays with your hair. He twitches when you suck on his tip, already able to taste the salty precum through the fabric. 

“Come on baby, give me more or you’ll pay for it later,” he says, already breathless. 

You pull back and start to kiss his hip bones and strong, slender thighs, licking a stripe up the inner part of his leg until you reach the hem of his underwear. 

“Oh, so my girl wants to be tortured a little tonight, does she? Okay, then. Guess we will find out later if you are going to regret this.” His voice is soft and smooth, but the threat behind it makes you shiver at his words. 

You continue your movements for a few more minutes, softly running your lips all over the skin around his underwear, but never getting near his throbbing length except for one little kitten lick over his tip. 

“That’s enough, y/n,” he growls, gripping your hair roughly and yanking your head back, causing you to yelp. “Take. Them. Off. Now.” he says through gritted teeth, his eyes dark and animalistic. 

Whimpering, you start to pull down his underwear, your hands shaking, not from fear but excitement. He’s about to get rough with you. As soon as they are off, he grips the base of his length and shoves it past your lips, hitting the back of your throat until you choke. He moans and purses his lips, nostrils flaring as he glares at you, pulling out and shoving himself into your mouth harder the second time. You cough around him and he pulls back out, giving you a moment. 

“Relax your throat, baby. I’m not going to stop,” he warns. You know that’s not actually true. With two taps of your hand on the back of his calf he would stop immediately and take care of you, but the threat of it has you wet all over again. You drop your jaw and open your throat and he thrusts back into you a bit further. This time you don’t choke, so he starts a steady rhythm, holding the back of your head, but releasing his grip. You hollow out your cheeks and suck hard, sliding your tongue along the underside of his shaft before pulling off with a pop sound. You move to take one of his balls in your mouth before he can push his way back into you. He groans as his other hand slides further down his stomach, the trail of hair beneath his belly button peeking through in between his fingers. Moving back to his dick, you add your hand, moving it in tandem with your mouth, adding a twisting motion as you swirl your tongue around the tip. He moans and tips his head back, gripping your hair as drool starts to drip out of your mouth and gather under your hand, warm and wet. After a minute or so, he grasps your wrist and rips your hand away, shoving himself deep into the back of your throat with his hand gripping the back of your head again. You choke and gag around him, but keep moving with him as he fucks your face furiously, drool dripping down your chin, tears leaking from your eyes, and snot starting to run out of your nose. You’re a fucking mess, and he loves it. Peering down at you, his eyes flutter and his jaw drops, his breathing loud and uneven in between loud moans and whimpers. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Take it. I love the way it sounds when you choke on me like that,” he groans. You try to moan around him, but it’s impossible with how deeply he is fucking into the back of your throat. “You’re such a fucking mess right now. Such a good girl for me…” He trails off into more moans and whimpers for a few seconds before you feel his hips start to twitch and his rhythm falter. Thank God, you feel like you are going to pass out if he doesn’t finish soon. “Yeah, baby. Right there, oh fuck yes, right there.” The pitch of his voice gets higher with each phrase until he moans loudly and repeats your name over and over, holding himself steady in the back of your throat, the warm liquid spurting out as you feel him twitch inside of you. He chokes out one last moan as you swallow around him, slurping up every last drop when he slowly pulls out of your mouth. He pulls you close to him, his hand tangled in your hair still with a looser grip, your cheek resting on his hip bone as you move your hand up to run your fingers through the soft hair on his stomach, his skin just barely damp underneath your fingertips. 

“Oh, you did so good baby,” he praises as his breathing starts to stabilize. 

After a moment, he grins down at you and then swiftly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, slapping your ass as he carries you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. You giggle and reach down to squeeze one of his buttcheeks that you lovingly make fun of all the time. He has the tiniest little butt, especially compared to the Kiszka twins. 

“Stop that,” he chuckles, slapping your ass again as he turns to enter your bedroom. You giggle when he throws you down on the bed. He hovers over you for a moment, swiping away the pieces of your hair that had dried and stuck to your face. He gazes at you for a moment. That heartbreaking look of love and adoration in his eyes courses through your veins and makes your breath hitch. After a minute or so, he sits up, straddling you as he takes both of your hands to move above your head. He attaches them to the velcro cuffs that have become a permanent addition to your headboard. You lift your head up and kiss his chest as he leans over, making sure the straps are secure. 

Moving back down, he tenderly kisses your forehead. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He walks into the bathroom and you can hear the cabinet door open and the faucet run. He has a damp washrag in his hand as he approaches the bed, laying next to you. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up a bit.” His voice is so tender and soothing, matching the way he runs the rag over your face and chest, wiping off the dried tears, saliva, and snot. If it were anyone else you would feel embarrassed and gross, especially as he gently wipes around your nose, but…it’s Danny. “There, that’s better,” he says, running his eyes over you to make sure he didn’t miss anything. “You okay? Comfortable and everything?” he asks, setting the washrag on the nightstand. 

“Yes, baby.” Your heart is pounding as you smile up at him. Not from nervousness or excitement. No, this is from pure love. 

He sidles next to you, tracing his finger along your cheek and jaw, leaning in to give you the sweetest, softest kiss you could ever imagine. Moving his finger down to trace along the center of your chest down to your belly button, he leans in and whispers in your ear, “Are you ready for more?” 

“God, yes,” you breathe. You are so worked up from getting him off, and you are aching for more. Sweet Danny is tugging at your heartstrings, but you want dominant Danny back for just a little longer. 

He wraps his hand around your throat, pressing on your pulse point and traps you in a kiss that steals all of the breath from your lungs. You moan into his mouth, already clenching and squeezing your legs together. 

“Mmm my sweet girl is insatiable, isn’t she?” he chuckles against your lips. “So greedy,” he groans before capturing your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking away the sharp pain right afterward. 

“You are the one who told me I was going to cum four times tonight, remember? ‘No more, no less’?” you goad. 

Danny removes his hand from your throat and slides his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “From now on, this mouth is only going to be used to let me know how good I’m making you feel or,” he moves his lips to your ear and whispers, “how badly I’m torturing you. Understand?” You whimper and nod your head, unable to respond as his thumb is still pressed down in your mouth. He slides it out pulling down your bottom lip as he bites your earlobe, enough for it to sting and make you yelp. He pulls away and grabs the tank top that’s still bunched around your waist. “Let’s get this off.” He wiggles it down past your hips and over your legs, throwing it on the floor, leaving you completely naked and bound. “You are so fucking beautiful tied up like this for me. Just my little plaything, aren’t you?” He spreads your legs and kneels between them, smirking as he watches you squirm. “Answer me,” he commands in a stern tone. 

“Yes. Yes, Danny I’m your plaything. Please just do something? Please touch me?” you beg, clenching around nothing. 

“Pathetic little thing already this worked up? And after cumming twice already. Oh, what am I going to do with you?” His smile is so wicked, you know torture is coming your way. He makes his way back up to your face, his nose and lips mere centimeters away. You lean up to close the gap, but he grips your throat tightly and presses you down into the mattress. He chuckles evilly and leans down to tease his lips against yours, swiping his tongue across them before making his way down to your chest, releasing your throat. Soft curls tickle your skin as he leans in to taste you, but he never does. He hovers his lips so close to your body that you almost think you can feel it, but it’s just your brain tricking you. He hovers over your collarbone, neck, breast-spending extra time around your nipple. He even labors his breathing so you can’t feel the sensation of his hot breath on the sensitive buds aching to feel any part of him. Even just a brush of his stomach or something would ease the ache for a moment, but you feel nothing. You want so badly to arch up into his mouth, but you know if you do it will be so much worse. He repeats the action on your other breast and you whimper and jerk on the cuffs, begging him without words. He chuckles again and sticks his tongue out to lick your nipple, but it’s so soft and so fast you wouldn’t even be sure it happened if you weren’t looking. It’s even more infuriating than not having his mouth on you at all. 

“Please, Danny. Please,” you whine, pulsing and clenching around nothing again. 

“Keep begging, angel. I can do this all night.” He flicks his eyes up at you and grins as he moves down, continuing his movements all over your belly and hips. You do your best not to squirm, but when he hovers over your core you can’t help but roll your hips into his mouth. He immediately sits up and slaps the inside of your thigh. Hard. So hard you know you’ll see a handprint there in the morning. You cry out and whimper, your lip quivering from the sting and the denial of his lips on you where you need them most. 

“Oh, such a shame. You were so close to getting what you wanted, but you had to go and get impatient on me,” he mocks, standing up and walking out of the room. Where the fuck is he going? You know better than to ask, but you whine again and squeeze your legs together for just a tiny bit of relief. 

What is he doing?! You wonder after a few minutes of laying there naked, tied up, and alone. Wait..is he…laughing? He’s fucking laughing!

Danny is in the living room, checking his phone and laughing at a video that Sam sent to him as he leisurely drinks a beer. After about five minutes or so he moseys into the kitchen, gets a cup from the cabinet and fills it with ice cubes before heading back down the hall. His phone is still in hand as he rounds the corner and steps into the bedroom, eyes locked on the screen as he chuckles at something he is reading-completely unbothered. You look at him with the most pathetic, pouty expression, silently begging him to take mercy on you, but he won’t even look up. He just keeps on reading whatever is on that fucking phone of his. You’re almost on the verge of tears when he finally sets his phone down on the dresser and walks up to the foot of the bed, setting the glass of ice down on the floor next to him. 

“So, you think you’re ready to try again, y/n?” he asks, hands on his hips, looking down at you with that evil grin again. 

“Yes,” you breathe, doing your best to stay completely still. 

“Good girl.” He leans over to grab your hips and flips you over to your stomach. “Get on your knees.” 

You wiggle your way up to your knees as quickly as you can, staying completely still once you’re in position, your face against the mattress and your hands gripping the rail of the headboard that the cuffs are attached to. Danny pads over to the bedside table and pulls out the black, silk blindfold he keeps in the top drawer. “Turn your head,” he commands. You turn away from him, facing the other side of the room as he gently wraps the fabric around your eyes and secures it behind your head with a double knot. He makes his way back down to the foot of the bed and you hear him grab the cup of ice, the cubes too loud for him to be very secretive about what he’s going to do-hence, the blindfold. You shiver and tense, trying to prepare yourself for the icy chill that could start at any part of your body, but it’s not happening. It’s hard to gauge time in this predicament, but you know it’s been at least a couple of minutes. He’s really testing you tonight. Finally, you feel the ice press against the back of your thigh and you hiss and flinch from the sensation. He holds it in place long enough for it to melt a bit, causing a droplet of water to run down your leg and land at the back of your knee. Your head is reeling from how intense this feels. It’s overwhelming to the point that you don’t even know what your body is craving anymore. Suddenly, you feel the ice land in between your shoulder blades, another drop of water trailing toward your neck, quickly getting absorbed by the mess of hair around your shoulders. He moves to the side of your breast, another drop of water rolling down and dripping off of your nipple down onto the bed. You whimper again, unsure if you love or hate the sensation. He chuckles, then places a cube at the small of your back, dragging it down achingly slow in between your cheeks all the way until he reaches your clit. You cry out once he lands there, holding it in place. Your brain is scrambled, but you think this hurts. As soon as you register that it does, in fact, hurt, he pulls the ice away and replaces it with his mouth, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit and soothing it with his warm tongue. You choke out a sob, realizing just how badly your body was craving him. You had forgotten while you were so on edge, waiting for his next torturous move. He pulls back and you whine as you hear him pick up another ice cube. He doesn’t place it anywhere on your body, though. No, you feel it when his mouth envelopes your clit again. You scream and pull away, but he grips your hips hard, holding you onto him. The mixture of hot and cold against your most sensitive part is too much for you to handle, and you feel like you may pass out. Right when you think you can’t take it any longer, he drags the ice with his tongue back and up along your crack again, the opposite direction this time. Your legs are shaking and your arms are sore. Your entire body is screaming, begging for some relief. The silky smooth fabric against your eyes starts to dampen with your tears as Danny pulls away, soft sobs escaping from your lips. 

“Shhhh it’s okay baby,” he whispers, placing his large, warm hands around your hips, moving them up along your back and shoulders. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he assures again as he gently unties the blindfold and turns you back over. Your eyes try to adjust to the light for a moment before he captures your mouth in the most perfect, relieving kiss. His tongue is still cold from the ice, but it feels so good tangling with yours. “I love you, angel,” he whispers, pulling back to move down to your neck and chest, lovingly licking and kissing all over your skin that was actually physically aching for him. You sigh and whimper, more tears escaping your eyes, but this time from relief. Danny makes sure to take his time lovingly devouring your breasts. Sucking, licking, softly biting your nipples just how you like it. You try to take in the scene as long as you can, but it just feels too good. Your head falls back and your eyes close as he moves down, kissing along your belly and hips. 

“Oh, thank you baby,” you say with a sigh, so happy to finally be feeling his mouth all over you. You don’t think it’s ever felt this good before. 

“Don’t thank me yet, angel,” he chuckles as he moves down to kiss and lick along your inner thighs. “I’m not finished with you.” 

You whimper and your eyes flutter at the sound of his voice. So soft and velvety, not too deep, but with a deep timbre. The only sound more beautiful than his voice are the sounds he makes when he’s deep inside of you, your voices harmonizing together in a melody sweeter than any song he plays with Greta Van Fleet. You get to hear this private concert almost nightly (and sometimes daily), and you couldn’t feel luckier. 

Danny continues kissing, licking, sucking, biting all over your thighs and hips, torturing you like you did to him earlier, not putting his mouth where you need it the most. Your whines and whimpers release from you louder and more frequent the longer he keeps this up. Your arms are aching so badly from being tied up for so long and you feel like you are on the verge of tears again. 

“Baby, please. It hurts. Please just show me a little mercy?” you beg. And as much as Danny loves being in this zone, knowing how hard it makes you cum, he just can’t resist giving you what you want right now. He dives his tongue inside of you, groaning as he tastes how sweet you are, dragging your wetness up and over your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking on it so sweetly. “Oh, fuck! Shit, you do that so well, Danny. God, I need you. I need this forever. I need you forever.” He moans in appreciation, never faltering with his movements. Being the cheesy, sappy man he is, you know this urges him on more than anything else. He slides his two middle fingers inside of you, curling them, hitting that sweet spot just right as you tremble around him and cry out his name. “Yes, just like that, Danny. Just like that. Please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” you beg, pathetically. His tongue on you and his fingers inside of you create the most delicious unholy sounds that send you over the edge. Your entire body goes rigid for a moment before your legs twitch and squeeze around his head. His fingers fuck into you hard and fast until you start to come down, softly whimpering and whispering his name. He smiles proudly as he crawls back up on top of you, his face almost dripping with your juices as he leans in to kiss you. 

“Taste how sweet you are, baby. I could just eat you all day and all night,” he whispers before kissing you again. 

He reaches up to release your wrists from the cuffs and you whimper with relief, immediately wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close to you, savoring the feel of his skin on your hands and against your body. You feel how hard he is again, surprisingly. He usually doesn’t cum more than once a night. Now you’re so eager to get him off, you reach down lining him up with your entrance, but he pulls your arm away, trapping it by your side. 

“Don’t let my sweetness confuse you darling. I’m still in control here.” He licks your lips and moves back down between your legs. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he dives back in and starts aggressively eating you out, even giving the softest bite, causing you to grip his hair with both hands and pull him away. He grabs your wrists and pins them to your sides, relentlessly continuing to devour you. It hurts so badly, but feels so fucking good at the same time. You can feel your orgasm building again, but then remember you only have one left. If you cum now, you can’t fuck him, and that’s what you’re aching for the most. 

“Danny, please stop. Please, I want to feel you inside of me. I don’t want to cum yet. Please, baby, please?” Your breathing is uneven as you whine, sweat forming on your brow as your eyes squeeze shut, focusing hard on fighting off your orgasm. 

He chuckles evilly and continues his pace, adding in his fingers again, stroking you perfectly. You start to sob and shove your one free hand into his hair, trying to pull him off of you, but he’s strong, and you aren’t able to. 

“Fuck, Danny please! Please, I’m begging you! RED!” you scream at him. Your safe word. He instantly stops and crawls over you, kissing away your tears and cradling your head. 

“You okay, angel?” he asks, his expression so full of concern as he shifts his eyes back and forth quickly, searching yours. 

You sob harder, pulling him close to you. “I just need to feel you. All of you. Can you be sweet now? I just want to make love to my boyfriend, okay?” 

“Fuck, yes baby. That sounds perfect. I want that more than anything.” He kisses you more tenderly than you’ve ever felt before and rolls over, pulling you on top of him. 

You lean down and kiss softly all over his face. Each freckle on his cheeks, nose, and eyes, his forehead, his jaw and chin, his soft, swollen, plush lips, still coated with your wetness. “I love you so much, Daniel,” you whisper, resting your forehead on his, wiggling your nose on his as you both smile. 

“Oh, angel you have no idea,” he whispers back, cradling your face with his hand and kissing your forehead, tears welling in his eyes. Sam is definitely right. You two are the cheesiest couple of all time. 

You sit up and raise yourself higher on your knees so he can line himself up with you, allowing you to sink down slowly onto him. You steady yourself with your hands on his toned stomach, your head tipping back and jaw dropping with your brow furrowed and eyes shut. It’s the most beautiful sight Danny could ever imagine. His brow is raised in the middle, hands on your hips and jaw dropped, as well, moaning once you sink down onto him fully. You move on top of him slowly, wanting to make this last. Wanting to feel him inside of you as long as possible. He reaches down to rub circles on your clit, but you pull his hand away and move it up to your breast. 

“Please, not yet baby. I’m already close and I need you inside of me longer than that.” 

“Of course, angel,” he says, sitting up as you wrap your legs around him. He holds you against him, chest to chest as your arms roam all over his back and shoulders, thrusting up into you slowly. Your breathing is slower, but still labored, matching his as you gaze into each other's eyes. You have to look away to make this last, so you lean down and kiss every little freckle dusted on his shoulders. He sighs, leaning down to kiss yours as well, his hands caressing all over your back and hips. You feel his rhythm start to falter as his breathing intensifies, soft whimpers escaping from his lips. He’s getting close. “Baby, I’m trying here, but I’m so close,” he whispers in your ear. 

“It’s okay, Daniel. I am too.” You increase your pace, rolling your hips onto him as he slides his hand down to gently press on your clit, pulsing it softly. Looking down, you see the large vein in the center of his wrist shift with each movement of his hand, the dainty silver jewelry swaying around it. The sight sends you over the edge as you grip the back of his neck, your foreheads and noses pressed together. Through shared breaths you both moan and whimper, whispering each other’s names into each other’s mouths between soft, deep kisses, riding out your orgasms together. Once you reach your peak, you let out one more loud, high-pitched whimper, sweat dripping down your brow and chest as you continue to look into his eyes, your eyelids fluttering and brow arched up in the middle. His face matches yours as you feel his hips twitch, spilling inside of you. Holding each other tightly, and as closely as possible, your chests damp from sweat, you both steady your breathing and come down together. 

“You know, as much fun as we had tonight,” Danny breaks the silence, “I think what we just did was the best time we’ve ever had.”

You kiss his nose and forehead, eyes welling up with tears from the painfully intense love you have for him. “I completely agree, Daniel. Thank you.” 

“For what, sweetheart?”

“Just for being you.”

@dazeebean @spark-my-nature @geekgirlinthegreen

[littlemisslipbalm]

It shouldn’t have happened

Jake Kiszka x f!reader x f!oc x Danny Wagner

A/N: OMG first fic w danny! I love You man, just inspiration doesn’t always strike for me. THIS IS SMUT WITH QUEERNESS OCCURRING sorry if that’s not your cup of tea do not read and also 18+ FR

Warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex, fxf sexual relations, foursome? Mentions of weed and alcohol use, dirty talk/mild degradation

Word Count: 2.1k

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It shouldn’t have happened. Not the first time.

And it certainly shouldn’t have happened again.

But here the four of you were. The last four at Jake’s place, staring at one another with drunken smiles and faded eyes. It was after 2am and nothing good ever happened then.

You had been in Danny’s girlfriend's lap all night already. You were close, it wasn’t anything new. And when you got stoned, you like to be close to people. Wanting to let Jake have fun at his party you’d left him alone, leaving you to bug Danny’s Angel of a girlfriend.

“Angel,” you sighed and the woman laughed.

“You’re on another planet, Y/N.” She ran a hand through the crossed individual’s hair.

You rocked your hips experimentally across your friend’s lap, feeling fuzzy and insane and needy and safe all at once. “Yeah, but you’re on it too.” You mumbled, staring up through your lashes after looking down at where your hips were touching. On fire.

“And are we on this planet with you two?” Jake called from across the room, legs spread wide as he slumped into his favorite chair, flipping his finger between himself and Danny beside him.

You ran your hands down Angel’s shoulders and grabbed hold of her arms tighter and leaned back, your eyes meeting Jake’s while you looked at the men upside down. You giggled as you leaned further but Angel tugged you back in warning, trying to keep you steady.

“Yeah, we’re all on the planet. Together. I can totally see it.”

Jake laughed and shook his head, standing to make his way over. “You are incredible, my love.”

You sat back up and sighed and it came out a bit like a whimper. Fuck, you were so wet. You needed to fuck. You needed them.

Angel’s eyes were wide on your face, still feeling you wriggling on her lap, hands drawing circles on her arms making her fuzzy too. You keened into Jake’s touch when he ran a hand over your hair, watching his girlfriend and Danny’s a little closer intently now that he was beside you two.

Memories were tearing through his mind. He knew exactly what you were up to. He smirked and settled beside you, brushing his hand down your back now. Your top was open in the back, leaving the expanse of skin bare. Warm and soft.

He settled his touch on your exposed upper thighs, your Jean skirt was so short and was barely of use with your straddling position on Angel. It was pornographic from this new angle, he could see your barely covered pussy pressing into Angel’s thigh. Jake drew in a breath, he had wanted this again but didn’t have the courage to voice it.

“Dan, c’mere,” Angel spoke out and Danny sauntered over to settle on the couch on the other side of the pair of you clearly seeing where this was heading as well.

You smiled at the three of them, watching you. You moved your hips again, grinding down into Angel. She hummed and you winked at Danny.

“Can we do it again?” You breathed, hips expertly beginning to move again. “I’m so wet,” you whined.

Danny breathed out a ‘fuck’ still in disbelief this had happened a first time, much less now a second.

“Yeah, where’s that?” Jake said right as Angel asked almost the same question teasingly, “Oh yeah?”

You leaned back, settling one hand on Jake’s knee to your left and let your other travel below your hitched up skirt. The black lace of your thong could already be seen if looked close enough at but your fingers pushed it to the side, slipping down your heat and pressing in for a moment of relief to gather the wetness pooling there.

You licked your lips in an attempt to silence the moan in your throat as your hips bucked needing it even more than you realized. You retreated the fingers, swirling them around your aching clit.

“Fuck, right here, you guys. It hurts.”

“Aw, baby,” Jake cooed, standing to move behind you and Angel on the couch now, slipping his hand down your arm to your slick fingers and stopping their work on your clit. “Your so desperate to fuck you’ll make a fool out of yourself in front of my best friend and his girlfriend.”

“Pretty slutty, Y/N,” Danny says, moving closer to his girlfriend to press a kiss to her neck.

“We’ve always known she’s a slut, c’mon Dan,” Angel coos, wrapping an arm around Danny to snake her hand into his hair while he begins to suck a mark into her skin. “She’s always dripping onto me at parties and on dance floors. She can’t help herself.”

You whined, keening your head back into Jake’s chest and rutting your hips into Angel’s lap. You couldn’t handle the stimulation and the lack of stimulation and how they spoke as if you were barely in the room. “Please.”

“But she begs so sweetly,” Jake murmurs, hands slipping to grasp at your tits over your shirt. “My princess just loves to fuck. Who are we to deny such a sweet girl?”

His lips press to the shell of your ear as he leans down, but his eyes stare straight at Angel who smiled back, her hands trailing up your thighs to where you needed somebody to do something before you died. It was a slick mess.

Her fingers are long and slim, pushing the messy fabric covering your pussy to the side again, she teases over the hot skin with a barely there touch and you whine again.

Jake shushes you as Angel grins. She drags her middle finger through your fold and slips inside you with embarrassing ease and everyone stops to watch as you moan out.

“Fuck, Angel.”

“Good girl.” She murmurs, granting a quick peck to your lips while Jake and Danny watch on. The sound of your pussy was so loud, she loved it. “So fucking wet…”

Her thumb works over your clit and two fingers slip in and out of you easily for a few moments. It’s not even long enough for the two guys to feel left out, you’re already so worked up that you cum quickly with a string of curses leaving your lips as you try to ride her fingers, bucking like a drunken girl on the mechanical bull at the bar getting off on the audience—something you had done before.

“Let’s move this to the guest room,” Jake suggests with a kiss to your temple.

Danny agrees and kisses Angel for a long moment before following you and Jake down the hall.

Your skirt and ruined thong are quickly removed before you get pushed onto the bed by Jake’s strong hand while Angel undresses Danny at the foot of the bed. Your hand slips to your already messy folds again as you watch Danny grope at her ass, kneading it with his big strong hands. Jake whispers in your ear about what a dirty girl you were watching the other couple with your hand in your cunt.

When they joined you on the bed, everyone was shirtless but you and the three of them looked wickedly at one another.

“C’mon baby, let’s see those pretty titties,” Jake moved to pull your top over your head and you giggled.

Angel widened her eyes at you for a moment, a secret joke passing between you two that neither of the men seemed to catch. You’d told her about Jake’s obsession with your tits and how he loved to fuck them whenever you let him.

On full display, you arched your back pushing your breasts into the open air. Your arousal made your nipples pebble under the watchful eyes of the three around you. It turned you on even more so you gave them a show, pushing them closer together with your arms before trailing a hand to play with one nipple.

Jake stopped you, taking your arm and pushing you to lay down fully. “Stop touching what’s mine, baby. I can only share so much with our guests.”

Angel appeared over you, kissing up your stomach, over your chest and up your neck. Her legs were straddled over your body while Danny ran his hands over her hips, pressing his boxer-clad hips into her ass. She moaned over you and then stuck her tongue down your throat. Her own tits pushed and pulled over yours in a way you had missed so much. The tender pressure of another woman’s boobs on yours, it felt so good. You wanted more, but Jake had restricted your hands, causing you to press your chest up into hers and whine.

“Such a fucking brat, Y/N,” Jake mutters, palming himself over his own boxers.

Danny hummed in agreement and pulled Angel back from making out with you, causing whines from both of you. “Jesus,” he laughed. “Would you like us to leave?”

“That might not be such a bad idea,” you said teasingly, but the look in your eye held the seed of a little truth.

“I’ll share my girl,” Jake said tersely, shuffling behind your head slowly. “As long as I’m present for it. Watch your tongue, missy.”

“Yeah, yeah, sir,” you teased and sent a wink his way.

He shook his head, still in awe of his girlfriend before pulling his cock free from its confines. He was almost unbearably hard. You moaned at the sight above your face and opened your jaw, aware and ready for him to take what he wanted.

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl,” he praised, tapping the head of his cock against your tongue. You hummed and bucked your hips, opening your knees wider.

Angel and Danny watched on. Angel’s hands were on either side of your hips, eyes bright while watching your chest heaving as you exerted yourself to take all of Jake down your throat at this angle.

The knocking of your knees against her arms brought her attention to your cunt right below her and she grinned, moving her arms in between your legs and getting down on her elbows, bringing her level with your dripping center.

“Jesus, I didn’t know giving head turned you on so much,” she murmurs, blowing lightly over the hot skin. “Hot.”

You bucked your hips and she quickly pressed you flat.

“Silly slut,” Angel tsked and Jake chuckled.

Danny took the opportunity to begin tracing up and down his girlfriend's ass with his own hard cock. The scene laid out before him was incredible. Angel moaned in appreciation feeling the heaviness resting between her ass cheeks and slipping down between her folds every so often, teasing her. She pushed back towards him wanting more before refocusing on your cunt.

She dipped her tongue down between your folds and smiled when your hips immediately bucked up.

“Needy girl,” Jake tutted, still slowly sinking in and out of your throat.

You moaned around him feeling untethered and euphoric and insane. You were getting exactly what you wanted. What you needed.

Angel ate you out with vigor and, you’d never admit it even if it saved your life, but better than Jake. Her tongue slipped inside you and she pushed in and out in time with Danny’s thrusts to her own cunt. She moaned into your cunt, muffling her cries but sending vibrations through your body.

Jake and Danny groaned at their girlfriends writhing in ecstasy, feeling close themselves. Jake pulled out of your throat and pushed gently at Angel so that he could turn you around.

Obediently, you got on all fours and faced Angel and Danny, smiling at her and then went slack jawed when Jake pushed in with a loud moan.

Angel moaned back when Danny slapped a hard hand over her ass cheek and everyone felt fucked out and happy. The men finished rather soon after on another.

You had cum twice but still wanted more as Jake left a kiss to your hip and slipped off the bed to clean himself off. Danny had already walked into the ensuite. Angel was laying on her back staring up at you.

“Can I please rub my pussy on yours, Angel?” Your question was for Angel but you were looking at Jake, who was beside himself.

“You need that, princess?” He asked softly, running a hand over your back.

“I want it so bad.”

“Fuck,” Jake’s voice was shakey, you were perfect. “okay.”

“Dan?” Angel asked, turning to him paused at the door.

“Yeah, go for it, honey. If you want,” he chuckled.

The girls stared at each other, slowly grinning and then were immediately intertwined. Thrusting and humping, their pussy juices mixing and sounding into the room obscenely.

“Thank god. I’m spent,” Danny sighed, adjusting his boxers while eyeing Jake carefully as he redressed.

“That’s not a horrible sight either,” Jake nodded to their girlfriends kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths.

“No, it’s not.”

They watched the scene silently for a moment in awe and pride before settling into a different feeling.

“We can never do this again, huh?” Jake asked.

“No. Never.” Danny responded quickly.

[sugolara]

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝

Feat. Shota Aizawa x daughter! reader

A series. Book Two

cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev, slow updates

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ Where a father and daughter look for Eri and try to survive from the flesh eating monsters.

Inspired by, "The Walking Dead A Telltale Game Series"

playlist!

" Fresh Blood – Eels " Walk Among the Cobras, Pt. 1 – Dan Sartain " Leave Behind – Sarah Cripps " Hope Prevails – Jesper Kyd " When I Grow Up – First Aid Kit " Fight For Survival – Klergy " Snow – Lisa Hannigan " Aeon Ending – Dew Of Light " To Live A Life – First Aid Kit " Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode " Death Is Not the End – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds " How Low – Jose Gonzales " The Fear – Ben Howard " Carrion Flowers – Chelsea Wolfe " Kettering – The Antlers " Coxcomb Red – Songs: Ohia " Five Years – David Bowie " Hard As Nails – Peter Wolf Crier " Swept Inside – Future Islands " Killing Machine – Tony Crown " Harmonix – Surfer Blood " Stand By Me – Ki:Theory " M.T.M.E. – Alexandra Saviour " Audience No.2 – Autolux " Palace Of Montezuma – Grinderman " In The Water – Anadel " Two Birds – Regina Spektor " Clocks – Coldplay " The Great Gig in the Sky – Pink Floyd " I’ll Be Good – Jaymes Young " To The Bone – Mirel Wagner " I Ain’t The One – Spoon " Take Us Back – Alela Diane " Salty Seas – Devics " In The Pines (Oakland) – Fantastic Negrito " Waiting around to die – The Be Good Tanyas " Red Morning – Devics " Gun In My Hand – Dorothy " Be Good – Waxahatche " Clementine – Elliot Smith " World Undone – Calexico " Blood – Algiers " Especially Me - Low " Release Me - Corrina Repp " No Death - Mirel Wagner

table of contents:

Season 1: Episode 1: A new day Episode 2: I'll understand what you meant in a few long months Episode 3: Afraid Episode 4: Weak Episode 5: Quick and steady Episode 6: To live Episode 7: Just a little longer, my dear

Season 2: Episode 8: New beginnings Episode 9: Company Episode 10: Day something Episode 11: Bad news

to be continued...

Book one: Welcome To The New World

[hopefullyitsextensivebule]

The Hair Cut { D.R.W X Reader }

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Reader

Writer's Whining: So ya boi got a nice haircut. *Chopped... was an understatement! I wanted to get first dibs on the occasion. This is very short; sorry about that. Also, this fic is a gift for friend of mine 🩵🩵🩵; you know who you are. Warning(s): Extreme fluff! Word Count: 1.1k+

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You checked Josie's story on Instagram and noticed something about Daniel. He wore a black mesh cap with his visor behind his head while driving. You zoomed in and saw that his hair looked incredibly different. You gasped in shock.

He had cut his hair.

You were surprised, to say the least, considering you had grown used to his curls framing his face in a way that resembled the standard bad boy in an 80s rock band in the days of rock' n' roll. Nonetheless, you were very pleased with what you saw.

He had come back to Nashville that weekend, coming around and hanging out with the boys before he made his way to your home. You were expecting him, so you had let the door open for him to walk through.

"Hey, Y/N!" he said with a chippy tone.

You looked up from your book and smiled up at him. "Hey, you," you say, discarding the book and getting up from the couch, slightly skipping to him and hugging his neck. You were trying to feel just how much he chopped off. There was no way you could tell from another hat blocking your view. Your hands placed themselves right at the nape of his neck and casually felt him. "How are you? How was your trip with your sis?" you ask innocently.

"Oh, it was great!" he said, his face beaming excitedly. He went into detail about how he could catch up with his sister, and you were too busy trying to find out how his hair looked. He still had his hate, so he was covering it. Did it look ugly? Did the sides look too close to the skin? You were asking yourself a million questions while Daniel was still speaking. "How was your weekend?"

"What?" you asked, getting out of your head.

"How was your weekend?" he asked as he migrated to the couch and sat beside your spot.

"Oh… it was good," you lied. Your weekend was okay, but you could have done something better with your time. You had to do laundry and restock the fridge, "did a lot of stuff this weekend, you know?"

Daniel engaged the conversation with a nod, having glanced idly at the state of your home and realized you were fibbing. A washing machine with clothes was about to finish its cycle. "I can tell," he said, wanting you to cop out.

You let out a nervous laugh but had depleted into the couch. "Yeah… it's been a tiring weekend."

"Come on," he said, taking your hand and pulling you up from the couch, "let me take care of you."

You protested, not wanting to burden him with mundane things, even though you needed the help, "no, no, no, please. It would be best if you didn't do that. And you just came back from Kentucky."

"I do, though," he said, taking your other hand, now holding them and rubbing the backs to reassure you, "besides, I miss you."

Your cheeks showed a rosy tint as you didn't expect him to say that. He took you upstairs and laid you down on your bed. "Now, what are your clothes in the washing machine?"

"Just some shirts and pants," you say, feeling embarrassed again, "You don't have to, really—"

"Listen, I'm here now, so just sit back and relax and let Dan the Man handle this stuff," he told you, your face looking deadpan.

"I have never heard you call yourself that in all the time that I've known you," you reply, arms crossed.

"Just go with it."

You heard the ding of the washer catch his ear, to which he left you to tend to the laundry room and get your clothes out. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally relaxed, and within an instant, you fell asleep.

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The scent of delicious food cooking woke you up. You were still trying to get your surroundings, eyes looking around. You turn your head to see the time, realizing a significant gap from when you slept till now. Feet firmly planted on the floor, you walk out of your room and see Daniel in a tank and his shorts, having changed outfits. You rub your eyes and see him without his hat. His hair looked pulled back, a band keeping any flyaways away from the food he put on the table. He looked to his side and saw you. "Look who's awake," he gestured.

"Hey, Daniel," you saw, voice raspy and dry. "What's this?"

"Oh, I thought I'd order some takeout," he said as he made you a plate. "Come and sit."

You sat down and ate the food, feeling more aware of everything. After some light conversation and witty banter, you two finish your dinner and put it away, now residing on the couch. You were very comfortable, your legs across Daniel's as he talked about the silly antics your other friend Josh did. "He's such a goofball."

"He sure is," he said, his hand in his hair.

"Did you cut your hair?" you finally asked, your hand reaching out and going for his hair. Your fingers delved into his dark locks, feeling how soft and silky they looked.

"Yeah, I was kinda waiting for you to mention it," he told you, "the guys like it, but I wanna get your honest opinion."

You felt honored, and so you went to inspect his locks. Your hand fluffed up his hair, parting it side to side, down the middle, tousling it about. Daniel would stifle a giggle, seeing you have too much fun with this. "What's the verdict, judge?"

You soon got up and faced him, straddling his thighs and planting yourself on his lap. Your hands explored his hair more, but as you did, you started to hold onto his face and touch his cheekbones. "It's perfect," you say effortlessly. You leaned down and gave him a peck on his lips. Daniel was caught off guard but chuckled. You peck his lips again, Daniel having reciprocated the kiss.

With each kiss, it intensified.

His hands went to your back and pulled you on top of him, your arms around his neck. He tilted his head to get more access to your luscious mouth. You pulled away momentarily, catching your breath and resting your forehead against his. Daniel leaned in to gently kiss you, still wanting more from you. "So… you like it?' he said, trying to talk, but his voice slurred from being drunk off your kiss.

"Yeah… the hair, I mean," you say, chuckling a little. "And this as well."

"I like this, too," he told you, his hand on your cheek and leaning in to kiss you softly once more, you embracing him once more.

[wildmoonworld]

First Night Out

Pairing: Danny Wagner x reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: alcohol, cussing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), fingering, hair pulling, pregnancy, MINORS STAY AWAY!!

Summary: Danny is coming home from touring soon and you start feeling a bit off. You find out exciting news. Will Danny be excited or will be leave you like your baby daddy?

Part 3

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It had been two months since meeting Danny. It had been a month since he left for tour. He had two more week left, you both had talked on the phone every night after every show. You could sit for hours just listening to him talk and get excited over every little thing. It was one of many things you adored about Danny. The last two weeks you knew would be dragging, waiting for him to come home. Emmy has asked about him every day, would even hop on quick facetime calls here and there to check in on her Dan.

Ten days before Danny came home, you woke up one more feeling a little off. Emmy was going to be awake soon, so you walked into the kitchen to start on some breakfast. You decided on pancakes, sausage and some fresh fruit. You mixed the batter, threw the sausages in the air fryer and starting slicing some fruit. As the sausage started cooking, you noticed the smell was horrendous. Opening up the air fryer, you gagged. Nothing was wrong with the sausage.

“Mama….mmm it smells so good!��� Emmy said from the doorway of her bedroom. You could hear her little feet running down the hall, she turned the corner to the kitchen. She’s standing there with her Frozen pjs and bed hair sticking every which way.

“Good morning bug, did you sleep good?” you say picking Emmy up to sit her on the counter. She loved watching you cook. Emmy shakes her head, still half asleep. You plate the food and take it to the table. While trying to eat your breakfast, you realized how the sausage just didn’t even smell appealing.

After breakfast, Emmy is in the living room watching Ms. Rachel and you’re in the bathroom trying to get ready for the day. Half way through your makeup routine, you start to get clammy, nauseous and a light headed. You’re fighting the urge to puke everything that you had just digested. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. Finally, you run to the toilet completely losing everything from breakfast. You sit on the bathroom floor, gathering yourself to have the energy to stand up. Emmy did have a stomach bug last week, that’s probably all it was you thought.

Emmy and you had a few places to run, since it was Saturday. You bath had made Saturdays, girls days. First stop was the local coffee shop, grabbing an iced mocha latte for yourself and Emmy a blueberry muffin. Heading over to Target to grab some groceries and toys, obviously you can’t take a toddler to target and not come back with toys.

You went over to where the medicine was located, trying to find something that could possibly cure whatever it was you had. You walked by the pregnancy tests, you take a couple steps back. You grab a couple and place them in the cart. It wasn’t like you were pregnant, you were on birth control and you had your cycle two weeks ago. It was impossible, but you as an overthinker just couldn’t get that thought out of your head.

After Target, you had grabbed lunch from El Tequila. Emmy’s favorite place to eat. After lunch, you had taken Emmy over to your moms house. She wanted to take her to the aquarium, you weren’t feeling too well so you told your mom to drop her off at the house afterwards.

You had gotten back to the house, unloading the groceries and you were set on getting in some comfy clothes. You had taken the tests to the bathroom and set them on the counter. You walked into your bedroom, over to Danny’s side of the closet grabbing one of his old high school t shirts. You walked over to your closet pulling out some christmas pajama pants and putting them on.

Walking by the bathroom, you stop in the hallway backing up a couple steps and contemplating if you wanted to take the tests or not. After 5 mins in the doorway, you head into the bathroom, opened up the tests.

You have to wait three minutes for the results to finish processing, longest three minutes of your life you thought. While waiting, you were thinking about how you would tell Danny if they were to come out positive, if you were even ready for another, if he was even ready for one. After 5 mins of being in your thoughts, you walk over to the tests that are turned upside down. You flip them over with your eyes shut, placing your hands over the results. You look into the mirror at yourself, breathing in one last deep breath before exhaling.

POSITIVE

You took all four tests, all four had the word positive written across them. You started to get clammy, nauseous and light headed. Backing up to sit on the side of the bathtub, you start to shake. You were in shock, you were on birth control and you just had your period. There was no way.

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It was one day before Danny was going to be home from tour. You still haven’t told him that you were pregnant, even though it killed you not to tell him every night since you found out. You wanted to tell him in person to see his reaction.

You had gone to the OB earlier that week, you found out that you were coming up on nine weeks. The baby was healthy, you were able to hear the heartbeat and get a couple sonograms. After leaving the doctors office you wanted to grab some things so you could surprise Danny when he got home. You went to the nearest boutique and had a onesie made that said “Rockstar in the making..” You went over to Target and found this matte black and glittery box that you put the onesie, sonograms and tests in. You’ve had this box in the top of your closet for a week just waiting for him.

3:00 am

You’re nuzzled under the blankets half asleep, you had told Danny you’d wait for him to get home. Your eyes shut for a moment, then you hear keys jiggling at the door, your front door slowly opens. You unable to move, because of how tired you were from staying up so late.

Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, the hall light turns on and you hear Emmys door creak open. It had to have been Danny, he checks on Emmy every night before heading to bed. You hear her door shut and he makes his way to your bedroom, standing in the doorway. You cant see his face, only his silhouette.

“Hey there, my love.” he says coming over to your side of the bed. You give him a sweet smile, stretching your arms out to him like a toddler needing to be picked up. He strips down to his boxers, crawling right into your embrace wrapping his arms around you. You don’t want to let him go, he looks up while his head is still on your chest puckering for a kiss. You close the gap between you two, not moving a muscle just your lips and his against one another.

“You have no idea how much we have missed you, Danny.” you say against his mouth almost shedding a tear, you didn’t realize how much until now. You knew you loved him.

“I missed my girls so much more..” he replies, pulling away to brush the strand of hair that slipped out of your messy bun behind your ear.

You both lay there in silence, taking in each other warmth and presence. Eventually you both fall asleep in each others arms.

Waking up next to Danny had been the only thing you were craving while he was gone, you rolled over to see this beautiful dark haired man sleeping peacefully. His curls were laid out on the pillow perfectly, his hand rested under his cheek making his lips pucker, and the sunlight danced across his tan skin.

You scoot closer to him, face to face just to admire the features of this man that is laying in your bed. You place a small kiss on his lips, not wanting to wake him just yet. He moves, turning onto his back adjusting one hand behind his head and the other on his chest.

“..hey baby, i have a gift for you..” you whisper into his ear, seeing one eye shoot open.

“what is it?” he whispers back, turning to face you.

You sit up, pull the covers off of your body. Your feet hit the cold floor, walking over to the closet and grabbing the black box. Walking back to the bed, you sit on the edge of the bed and place the box on your lap. You look to Danny with a nervous smile, your heart is beating faster and you start to become shaky.

“Open it.” you hand him the box, he shoots a confused look up to you. Sitting up in bed, he grabs the box placing it on his lap. You fold your arms across your body, nervous about the reaction you’re about to receive.

He pulls the ribbon to untie the lid, pulling the lid off to place it beside him. He unfolds the tissue paper, his eyes got wide and his mouth dropped open. He stared at the items inside of the box, finally picking up one of the sonograms and holding it up. Not a word. He pulls the covers off of his body, standing up. He starts to pace the floor beside the bed, his hand still holding the picture. He stops in front of the window, holding the picture up again to study it once more. He turns to look at you, he points to the picture then to you and then back to the picture. You shake your head.

“I’m gonna be…a fucking Dad?” he shouts, the biggest and widest smile was plastered across his face. Running around to your side of the bed, he gets on his knees staring at your stomach.

“I’m gonna be a fucking Dad.” he repeats he wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head in your lap. You place your hand on top of his head, lacing your fingers between his curls. You let out a huge sigh of relief, tears start to roll down your cheeks. You lay back on the bed, trying to cover your sobbing. Danny sits up quickly, crawling up to your head and he places a kiss on your forehead.

“What is it? Baby, why are you crying?” he asked, with a concerned look on his face.

“I was so nervous to see your reaction, i didn’t know if you were ready or what you would think. It has been eating me alive…now i know you’re happy….pregnancy hormones, i’m sorry.” you explain to him, catching your breath. You look up at his big brown eyes, he wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

“I am ready and I am very happy, plus Emmy needs a playmate.” he reassures you with his words, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, sliding your tongue against his. His hands run down your sides and tug on the waistline of your panties. You drag your nails against his back, hinting you want more.

Emmys door creaks open, you can hear her little foot steps running down the hall. She knew that Danny was coming home today.

“That will have to wait for now baby.” he says against your lips. You let out a sad sigh, dropping your arms onto the bed. He crawls down to your stomach, lifting your shirt and placing a gentle kiss where the tiny human is being stored.

“I’m your Dad.” he whispered, all you can do is smile and melt, falling deeper in love with this man you have known for almost three months.

Emmy swings the door open, running straight into Danny’s arms. He picks her up and spins her around, kissing the top of her head.

“Dannnnn, i missed you i missed you.” she says in between giggles.

“I missed you bug” he replies sitting down on the edge of the bed, Emmy sitting in his lap. “Are you ready to be a big sister?” he asked her in a whisper. Emmys eyes got big looking over to you.

“Mama, is having a baby?” she says with excitement written all over her face. You shake your head. Emmy jumps down from Danny’s lap, jumping up and down finally running over to your side of the bed wrapping her arms around your legs.

You pick her up and sit her in you lap. You place your forehead against hers.

“You’re gonna be the best big sister.” you say kissing her nose.

“Who wants breakfast?” Danny says, standing at the end of the bed. Emmy jumps down from the bed running down the hall to the living room. You stand and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure you want this? We’ve haven’t been together very long, i know…” he cuts you off mid sentence with a sweet kiss.

“Y/n, i have never been more ready in my life for this. Have we known each other for years? No, but i know one thing.” he replies, leaning down to place another kiss onto your lips.

“I love you, i love Emmy and i will love our baby.” he says rubbing his hands up your back to bring you closer to his body. Your entire body relaxes, tears starting to form within your eyes. You want to say it back, but you just can’t. Ever since Emmys biological father left, you haven’t been able to love the same. You knew Danny was different, it was just going to take some time.

~~*~~

Danny and you had taken Emmy to your mothers for the day, so you both could do some Christmas shopping. You guys had already walked around the entire mall at least twice or so you thought. Coming across a baby clothing store named “Tiny Toes”, your hand tucked on the inside of Danny’s arm he led you into the store. Browsing around the tiny clothes and shoes, he’s holding up baby boy clothes left and right. You can just tell by his face how happy he was and how he was hoping for a boy.

“How long do we have until we can start telling people?” he asked, sliding baby clothes on the rack.

“Tomorrow will make ten weeks, so in two weeks we can start telling people. That’s when the first trimester ends.” you reply, on the other side of the rack looking through the girl clothes.

“I just want to be on the safe side before we start announcing it, honey.” you followed with your last reply, you held up a baby girl outfit. It was a gray sweater with white leggings, printed with black and pink flowers.

“Look, i’m already out numbered with Emmy and you. Let’s hope for a boy.” he says jokingly, walking around to the girls clothes. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, placing his hands on your belly.

“I’m so excited.” he says, his chin is on your shoulder. He reaches his hand towards your neck, pushing your hair to the other side and he lays a wet kiss on your neck. You turn around quickly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” you say, grabbing his jacket.

“Who says i’m not going to finish what i have started?” he replies, with lust in his eyes and a devilish smile.

~~*~~

Returning back home, you had put the Christmas presents away to hide from Emmy. While you were doing so, Danny had gotten into the shower. You walked into the bathroom, through the foggy glass shower door you could see his naked outline. You stripped down to nothing, opening the shower door. He devoured you with his eyes, he extended his hand out to help you inside. Neither of you said a word.

Facing him you slid your hand from his waistline up to his throat, sliding your hand up his chin. You pulled him into a hot, steamy kiss. His hands wondering all over your body, your tongues slid against each other. You bit his bottom lip, letting go you smiled. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip. You let out a whimper, you reached down to his hardened length. Slowly you wrap your hand around his cock and started jerking him off.

“…fuck…” he lets out a moan, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. He lifts his head, reaching between your legs to your aching core. He starts doing circles on your clit, making your knees weak.

Both of you playing with each other, he slides his fingers through your folds to your entrance. He slides two fingers inside of you, you gasp letting go of his cock you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. He’s pumping his fingers faster, making you moan against his lips.

“..daddy i…need you, please….fuck me..” you say in between moans, snipping at his bottom lip with your teeth. He lets out a soft giggle, pulling his fingers out of your pussy and shoving them down your throat making you gag. He kisses you once more before his hands are placed on your waist to spin you around, pressing your tits against the wall of the shower. He pulls your ass out, where your back is arched enough he can enter you. You stand on your toes to match the height of his waist, he has one hand placed on your shoulder and the other is wrapped around his cock teasing your soaked center.

“I’ve missed this pretty, pink pussy mamas.” he says, watching himself slide the head of him between your folds.

“Show me” you reply, biting your bottom lip.

He slides the hand that was on your shoulder to the nape of your neck, wrapping your hair into his fist. He shoved himself inside of you hard, you yelp.

“Are you okay baby?” he asked, his fist is still wrapped around your hair.

“…more, please Danny.” you respond, catching your breath. You’re not able to see the devilish grin that is plastered across his face. He places his free hand on your hip, thrusting, picking up the pace and fucking you faster.

“…oh my god..fuck, baby you feel so good…” you hear him say

“Harder, please.” you reply, he’s pounding into you with the little energy he has eft. He smacks your ass, leaving a red handprint on your ass cheek. That sends you over the edge, you’re reaching your climax and Danny can feel it. Your walls start to tighten and contract, you are lightheaded as the wave of relief washes over you.

“…fuck yeah baby, cum for me….such a good girl.” he says, watching you release all over him. Danny is right behind you with his, the fist in your hair becomes tighter while he’s pulling you back so he can sink his teeth into your shoulder.

“That’s right baby, let it go for me. I want to feel every drop.” you responded. You feel his warm load fill you up, his cock pulsating inside of you making you smile knowing you are the person to make him feel that good.

He releases his grip from your hair, pulling his soft length from inside of you. You turn around, he’s leaning against the shower with his head back. You reach to place each hand upon his face to lower his head. You leave a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Can i wash your body?” you whisper, he opens his eyes and shakes his head.

~~*~~

It is Christmas eve, Danny wanted to throw a small get together at his place. You both woke up early enough to run to the store and grab the things you needed to start cooking for the gathering. Tonight was going to be the night, you would announce to everyone about your little surprise that would be arriving soon.

It was six in the afternoon before people started to arrive. His parents and sister were the first to arrive. Sam followed close behind, bringing in a bottle of champagne.

“Let’s open this bottle and get this party started, shall we?” Sam mentions to you, you laugh it off not wanting to spill the secret.

“Yeah, let me grab you a glass.” you say back, reaching into the cabinet to retrieve a glass. Sam tilts his head, giving you a confused look.

“You’re not gonna have a glass?” he replied

“Oh, i’m okay for right now. I have to gather the last couple things for dinner.” you say quickly, not making eye contact. He takes a sip from his glass, side eyeing you. He knew you never turned down a bottle of champagne.

Jake and Josh show up just before dinner. Josh rushing over to steal a hug, rocking you side to side. He kisses you on the cheek.

“Don’t you look radiant, y/n…there’s something different about you.” Josh says, holding your hands and stepping back to take a look at your dress. He spins you around to get the full look. You were wearing a velvet, winter green, long sleeve dress. Your back was exposed, from where the dress had stopped right at the small of your back.

“Thank you honey, you’re not so bad yourself.” He was wearing a brown suit with a white turtle neck. He shoots you a wink and heads into the family room where everyone else is. Jake finds his way to the kitchen.

You’re over the sink, rinsing off a couple of dishes before placing all the food onto the dinning room table. You feel someone hovering over your body, thinking it was Danny you poke your ass slightly to brush against his cock. You look down to the hands that were placed onto the counter on either side of you, you noticed rings. Danny never wore rings. You turn around quickly and you’re face to face with Jake.

“Oh come on, darling. Don’t stop there.” he says with a sinister grin.

“Back the fuck up Jake.” you say nudging him back. You hear him chuckle. He didn’t smell like tequila, so he was obviously sober.

“One day, you’ll be mine…it’s like i can taste it.” he responds devouring you with his eyes, licking his lips as he says those words. You start to take in the way he looked so intimating in his all black suit, the black button up that was under his jacket was unbuttoned just above his belly button. His chest was bare, upon his chest were four coin necklaces. You imagined the way they would look dangling in your face as he hovered over your body. You snap out of it when you hear Danny’s voice.

“Y/n, do you need help with anything?” He shouts from the family room.

“I’m good baby, i’ve got it.” you replied.

You’re all sitting at the table, enjoying the meal you had prepared. Grateful for all the compliments you have received. Everyone is laughing and carrying on by telling old stories from their childhood. You sit and listen, you grab your water to take a sip. Josh looks over to you, narrowing his brows, almost confused why you weren’t having a cocktail of some sort. You look away, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“Y/n and I would like to make an announcement.” Danny stand up beside you, grabbing your hand. You look up to him and give him a sweet smile, then turn your attention to everyone at the table.

“Most of you know, we have not been together for awhile and everything is still fresh between us.” he says, pausing as he takes a deep breath. You stand up beside him and wrap your arm around his back, placing your free hand on his chest.

“We do know that, we both love each other so dearly.” you follow, turning to catch his gaze. Danny’s eyes start to glaze over, holding back his tears hearing you say you loved him.

“We’re pregnant.” you both say in unison.

His parents are over the moon excited, his mom walking around to the both of you placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks.

“I knew there was something up with your ass when you declined my offer for champagne.” Sam spoke up, raising his glass to toast to the announcement.

“I’ll start special ordering jumpsuits for the little.” Josh chimes in, with the biggest smile you’ve seen. He blows you both a kiss, you blow one back. Jake is silent, his face is flushed. He leans back in his chair as if he was disappointed. You brush it off and go on with the rest of the night.

After dinner, everyone hung around for a little while getting all the details on your pregnancy. Updating them on the sonograms you have gotten from the doctor, how far along you are and when you will find out what you’re going to have. Everyone eventually trickled out of Danny’s home and it was just the two of you. Well, not really. Josh ended up passing out on the couch from drinking a little too much, Danny told you to leave him be and let him sleep it off. You’re in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher. Danny was clearing the table and packaging the leftovers. He was always such a big help around the house, he never let you do any household chores by yourself.

The house was spotless and put back into place. You walked down the hall to Danny’s bedroom, walking straight to the end of the bed leaning down to pull your shoes off. Danny is in the bathroom and quickly walks over to you to stop what you’re doing.

“Woahhh, it’s my job to undress the mother of my child.” he mentions, he’s shirtless and still in his dress pants on from the party. He motions for you to sit on the edge of the bed, as always you followed his orders.

You smile, the tiredness in your eyes is starting to set in. He bends down to his knees, lifting one leg placing your silver stiletto upon his chest. He unties the straps, unwrapping to free your hurting foot. He slides the heel off, gently kissing the arch of your foot to the top of your ankle. You raise your eyebrows, smiling because in that moment you knew he was the only thing you wanted or needed. Setting your leg down to the floor, he picks the other leg up and does the same. But instead of kissing, he lightly grazed his tongue from the arch of your foot to the top of your ankle. Your lips were parted watching him, steadying your breath as best as possible trying not to make it noticeable that you wanted to rip his pants off.

Placing your other leg down, he grabs your hands standing you up. His hands find their way to your hips, he leaned down to place tiny kisses along your jaw. Spinning you around, his fingers grazed your exposed back. He gathers your hair and lays it to one side, his lips felt like fire on your neck, he slid two fingers under the part of your dress that was covering your shoulder. He pushed it down your arm far enough to free one of your breasts. Your nipple was aroused as it was exposed to the cold air. His hand runs across your arm, embracing your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. He lightly rubs, shooting ecstasy through your entire body, you softly moan.

You turn around, pulling the other side of your dress down to expose the other breast. You wrap your arms around his neck, your lips crashed into his. Opening your mouth to let his tongue enter and graze your own. He pulls away from you, taking a couple steps back. His eyes full of lust and love, he licked his bottom lip.

“Your boobs…they are getting fuller.” he paused for a moment, tilting his head.

“God…y/n, you are so fucking beautiful.” he followed with his last comment. You laugh, tossing your head back. You lift up your pointer finger, motioning for him to come to you.

He walks over, you grab his arms and turn him around, pushing him down onto the bed. You place yourself between his legs, bending down to sit on your knees. Your hands run up the inside of his thighs to his hardened length. You begin to rub his clothed cock, making him let out soft moans.

“Now…what do you want mama to do, my sweet boy?” you speak up, while rubbing his cock through his dress pants. He lifts his head to meet your gaze, his bottom lip is between his teeth.

“Fuck yourself, use me to make yourself cum.” he replied, trying to contain his groans that are wanting to escape his lips.

“I will do just that, my love.” you reach up to unbuckle his belt, you unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down. You grab each pant leg on either side, sliding them off of him. His boxers still on his body, you rub his clothed cock noticing the tiny wet spot from the precum that was dripping out of him. Pulling his boxers off, his cock springs out. You take him into your hands, gathering the spit in your mouth and stringing it upon his large length. You lather him with your spit, you crawled onto the bed and straggle him. Lifting yourself up, his head meets your entrance.

“You naughty girl, no panties?” he says almost in a growl. You giggle for a minute, until you’re back focusing on making you both cum.

Slowly, lowering yourself onto him. You both let out a loud moan, you start out slowly moving yourself up and down his shaft. Eventually, you pick up the pace. Bouncing up and down, you’re getting close. His hands are on your thighs, guiding your movements.

“…fuck, daddy…you feel so good.” you can hardly make a sentence with the amount of pleasure that’s running through your body. His breathing is jagged, his brows are narrowed focusing on not releasing so soon. He pulls your body on top of him, lifting your ass in the air a bit, his hands are on your ass cheeks spreading them apart. He rams into you, fucking you hard and fast. You are struggling to breathe, you moan and scream his name.

“Fuck yeah, Daniel…don’t stop…i’m going to cum.” you say, sinking your teeth into his neck.

“That’s my girl, cover my cock.” he replied, fucking you faster. The wave of your orgasm hits you, your eyes begin to roll and your body starts to shake. Danny is soon behind you, wrapping his arms around your body. He releases, filling you with his every drop. You come down from your high, laying on his chest controlling your breathing before sitting up. You feel him soften inside, slowly sliding out of you. You roll over onto the bed, sitting up you look between his legs to see the bed is completely soaked. You didn’t just cum.

“Let’s get cleaned up and changes these sheets.” you whisper to him, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on his chest.

You both had showered, Danny had already changed the sheets before you had gotten out of the shower. You walked out of the bathroom in one of his t shirts and a pair of clean panties, he was already laid snuggly under the covers waiting for you. You walked to your side of the bed, pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. You crawled right into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you he placed one hand on your belly. he laid a tender kiss on the top of your head. You both fell asleep, peacefully.

Around 5am you ended up with morning sickness, after vomiting a few times you walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Heading back to the bedroom, you sat your water on the night table and crawled back into bed.

The sunrise was peaking through the sheer black curtains that hung in his room. He was laying beside you on his stomach, his arms were tucked under his pillow. He was peacefully resting, you pulled back the covers and tip toed out of the bedroom to the kitchen. You wanted to surprise your sweet man with breakfast before he woke.

You had the Christmas radio station playing on your phone, dancing around mixing up pancake batter. Your hair was tied up in a pony tail, you were the t shirt and panties that you had slept in.

“Hey sunshine.” Josh spoke, you jumped not realizing he was awake.

“JESUS christ, Josh you can’t scare a pregnant lady!” you said aggressively, you nearly dropped the bowl of batter onto the floor.

“Are you always this happy in the mornings?” he asked, sitting at the bar. He brought his hands up to the temples of his head and started rubbing circles to ease his headache.

“Mmm not really, but today i am.” you replied, turned around to the stove to place a circle of batter into the hot pan.

“Sounded like wild animals last night.” he said, smirking.

You turned around slowly, your cheeks were flushed.

“Zip it, Joshua.” you held the spatula up, pointing to him.

He let out a soft giggle, groaning and placing his head onto the bar. He was hungover and you could see how painful it was. You walked over to the medicine cabinet, grabbing the Tylenol and a bottle of water from the fridge. You placed it beside his head, you laid a loving hand on his back.

“Take this and hydrate. Breakfast will be done in a minute.” you whispered to him, rubbing his back. You went back to finish cooking.

You heard footsteps coming down the hall, not paying any mind who was around the corner. You felt strong arms wrap around to your belly, his face was placed on your shoulder, tucking his face into your neck.

“It smells amazing, my love.” Danny whispered into your ear. You laid your back onto his shoulder.

“Josh heard us last night.” you whisper back, giggling.

“Ehhh..it’s the consequences of passing out at my house.” he replied, still holding you and rubbing your belly.

“He’ll get over” he followed, letting go of you. He went over to the bar where Josh had fallen asleep with his head down.

After breakfast, you and Danny had gotten dressed to go pick up Emmy from your moms house. She stayed with your mom last night after going to a Christmas party with her.

Emmy is standing on the porch jumping as you pull into the drive way, Danny put the car in park and quickly hopped out of the car. He ran straight to her, she jumped into his arms and he squeezed her. You got out of the car walking over to the both of them. Grabbing Emmy from his arms and giving her the biggest hug.

“Mama, come look at all the presents i got from Aunt GiGi.” she said excitingly. You placed her on the ground and held out your hand so she could grab your fingers and lead you into the house. Danny followed behind.

Danny had grabbed the presents and loaded them up into the car. You were standing at the end of the steps talking with your mom while holding Emmy on your hip.

“He’s a nice man, y/n” your mom said admiring him.

“He is..” you replied, smirking while looking down to the ground.

“Remember, you know what you deserve and never settle for anything less.” she said, placing a hand upon your cheek.

“I know, Mama…I think i love him.” tears were welling in your eyes as you looked into hers.

“I can see it, he loves you too. I can tell by the way he looks at you and Emmy…he adores her.” She looks over to him and smiles.

“I have never wanted anything more in life than for you to find and feel the type of love you give.” she followed with.

A tears slips away, rolling down your cheek. Your mother wipes it away as she sees Danny approaching to retrieve Emmy out of your arms to put her into the car. You give your mom a hug before leaving.

You’re in the car, on the way home and the words that your mother said while you were at her house were replaying in your mind. Tears begin to just flow out of you and all you could think was…fuck these hormones.

Danny notices the tears, reaching over to grab your hand.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked so sweetly, you burst into a sobbing fit.

“I love you….I love you so much Daniel.” you reply looking over to him, your mascara is running down your cheeks. He starts to smile and starts making circles on the top of your hand where his thumb laid.

“I love you, y/n. More than you could possibly know.” he answered back, glancing between the road and your eyes. You curled up into the passenger seat, wrapping your torso around his arm. You cradled him, falling into a peaceful sleep before returning home.

~~*~~

New years had passed and Danny would be heading back on your soon. As much as your heart hated it, you knew he was incredibly excited.

You decided to wait until after the new year before having a gender reveal. Your best friend, AC was the one who knew the gender and planned the entire reveal. Days before the party you, Emmy and Danny were running around to get last minute things needed for your outfits.

Danny was going to wear a sweater he thrifted a while back, that had some blue in it. He didn’t want to get anything new, if he already had something to wear. Typical Daniel. You adored him for his love of sweaters, plus he always looked so damn good in them. You had found this soft pink sweater dress that had these wide bell bottom looking sleeves, almost like something from the 70s. Emmy found a blue sweater dress identical to yours, she wanted blue hoping for a baby brother.

The day of the party, AC was running around your house putting up decorations and setting up the food.

“Is there anything you need help with?” you walked into the kitchen, hair half up with curls and a face full of makeup.

“No, mama needs to get dressed. Go back to getting ready.” AC replied, plating the food for the guests that will be arriving soon.

“Fineee.” you said as you walked back down the hall. Passing Emmys room you over hear Danny helping her, with her hair.

“Piggys? or just one pony?” He asked her, while brushing her hair.

“Mmm, piggys….but mama can do them if you don’t know how.” she replied, sitting between his legs playing with her dolls.

“We’ll see about that, Em.” he laughed, parting her hair.

You had just finished your hair when Emmy runs into the bathroom. She is dressed and surprisingly her hair is perfect.

“MAMAAAA…look Dan did my hair.” she said, spinning around to show you. Danny’s leaning in the doorway, proud of his masterpiece.

“Wowww, that looks awesome!! Go see if Auntie AC needs any help, i’ll be right back.” you responded, she runs down the hall to the kitchen.

“Good job, Daddy.” you whisper in his ear as you pass him to get to the bedroom.

“Thank you, Mama.” he kissed the side of your head, following close behind you.

You both walked to your closets grabbing your outfits. He slips into his jeans and you slip the dress over your head. You stand to the side and you notice the bump. It was small, but cute. Your favorite stage of pregnancy, he watches you hold your bump in the mirror. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist to your belly. Placing his hands on the bump.

“You are so beautiful, y/n.” he whispers, looking at you through the mirror. Your gaze is set on his hands rubbing your belly. Tears start to form in your eyes, you had never experienced this. The father of your child actually being around to watch you grow a human, a human that was half of him. You turn around to wrap your arms around his neck, you bury your face in his neck.

“No, no, don’t you cry. Your makeup will run, you worked so hard on it baby.” He said, he grabbed your arms and pulled away. Bringing his hands up to your cheeks and wiping the tears that were about to fall.

“I just didn’t have these moments before…it’s all new and..” he cut you off with a kiss, making you relax and pause for a moment. He pulled away.

“I’m grateful for you, Danny.” you finished

“I’m not missing out on this, i promise.” he replied, kissing your forehead.

You walk over to the mirror, touching up your makeup and taking a couple deep breaths before heading out to the party. You could hear people were starting to trickle in.

While mingling with family and friends, you were in the kitchen refilling your punch. You were alone, or so you thought. You were at the punch bowl, when you could feel someone hovering over top of you.

“Where do you keep the tequila?” a familiar voice spoke up. You turn around, lo and behold Jake was inches away from your face. You step around him, reaching into the top cabinet grabbing the bottle he requested and sat it on the counter. He looked at you from head to toe, walking over and snatching the bottle from the counter.

“Your tits…they look divine.” he says, glancing down to your chest as he pours himself a drink. You don’t respond, checking him out. He smelled like teakwood and bourbon, something that drew your attention. Making you squeeze your knees together to stop the aching he was causing.

“Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean i won’t stop until i get what i want.” he follows, bringing his cup to his lips. You watch him place his lips onto the rim of the cup, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. You hated the thought of how you craved to know what his touch felt like. Clearing your mind from Jake, you walked outside to where everyone else was.

AC had white, thin plastic bags taped to a drum set. Danny would have to give us a drum solo to busted the bags open, giving us the gender of the baby.

He was sitting on his stool, you stood beside the drum set with Emmy on your hip. He started drumming away, watching him do what he loved to do made you fall for him harder.

Finally, the bags busted, powder started flying. Everything was in slow motion, Danny was jumping from excitement. He ran over to you and Emmy, picking you both up and spinning you around.

ITS A….

Part Four

[gretavanlace]

Sweet Little Toy

Jake Kiszka x Daniel Wagner x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamic, language, dirty talk, use of toys, insinuation of toys, bdsm, oral sex, threesome, breath play, pet names (tw for daddy), hell idk what else...all the warnings that ever were I suppose

*to my darling @jake-kiszkas-smirk, this one’s for you and your stealthy ask. I love you, doll face

“Can’t we just go?” you complain, sounding pettish and impatient. “They know what they’re doing.”

“Shh…” Jake, strokes a hand down your forearm and folds his fingers between yours.

You eye the back of Danny’s head. His concentration is evident even though all you can see is his mass of dark, wild, curls. Your gaze shifts to the studio window, appraising the two men bustling about Danny’s kit through the glass. “What are they doing anyway?”

“They’re changing his batter heads.” Jake explains, like you should know what that means. “He likes to watch, likes to make sure it's done right.”

His thumb is sweeping along the back of your hand as you smile. “Oh, I know he likes to watch.”

“Behave, baby.” Jake reprimands, but there is little force behind it, so on you go.

“I’m bored, we’ve been here for hours. I want to go home and—”

Danny’s voice cuts you off, though he doesn’t bother turning around. “Hush, little one…you will do as you’re told. I heard Jake tell you something, what was that?”

“He told me to shh.” you answer softly, staring down at your lap as Jake gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“So why are you still whining? We’ll leave when they’re through with my kit and not a minute sooner. Quiet down.”

You nod, but can’t help the sigh of irritation that puffs past your lips. Jake shakes his head in disappointment, as if to say, will you never learn?

Finally, Danny turns slowly to face you, hands braced on the counter behind him. “What was that? Are you smart-mouthing me?”

You lift your chin defiantly, “I didn’t say a word.”

“That was me,” Jake offers, ever your soft-hearted white knight. “Something in my throat.”

Danny ignores his counterpart’s obvious attempt at rescuing you from his wrath and looks you up and down. “Once more, dove. Just once more, and you’ll regret that little attitude of yours. I can promise you that. Collect yourself…deep breath. Go on.”

You draw in a deep breath, and he nods, then turns back to watch over his kit…seemingly pleased with your contrition. “Good girl. Now, shut…up…”

“Why do you push him?” Jake ghosts into your ear, his hand guiding both of yours a bit further up your thigh.

Your eyes burn into Danny’s back, strong and broad, with the tiniest shiver. “Because I like it.”

His voice calls back, quiet, so only you will hear, “Naughty. Are you trying to get yourself into trouble, princess? You want to piss our sweet Daniel off?”

You nod and tilt your head, absently asking him to kiss that spot on your neck you adore.

His lips connect and suck against the pulsing flesh, tender and thin, just above your jugular.

“Well then, by all means, my love, continue.” he breathes through the kisses he’s spoiling you with. “In fact, allow me.”

He pulls away and gives you a tiny wink. “Just because you’re whispering your complaints to me, doesn’t mean you aren’t still complaining. You were told to shut up.” he swats at your cheek in admonishment as Danny turns back around, arms folded to watch Jake chastise you.

“Little miss trouble still can’t just shut her pretty mouth.” Danny shakes his head as if he’s dumbfounded. “You know what? Get up.”

You hurry to your feet. It’s muscle memory by now, the way your body responds to both of them. In a flash, your elbow is cupped in his firm grasp as he leads you over to a tucked away corner. Dragging a chair along behind him, he then jams it against the wall. “You will sit here quietly until we are good and ready to leave. No more cuddles with your precious Jakey on the couch…you’ve lost that privilege.”

“Dan, don’t be so hard on her, she’s been here all day and…”

Danny holds a hand up, silencing his bandmate. “This is half of the reason she’s like this…this is why she doesn’t behave. You’re too fucking soft with her.”

“That’s not true–” before you can finish your defense, he goes on the offense and yanks you down into the chair.

“You will sit here, and you will remain quiet and calm. You will behave. Do you understand?”

A slow nod with widened eyes is all you can manage as you fold your hands in your lap.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Dan…Why don’t you just turn her to face the wall like a toddler in time out?” Jake snaps, clearly unhappy with what he deems an unjust punishment.

“Why don’t I?” Danny agrees. He reaches down and grabs the wooden seat of the chair, spinning you around like you weigh no more than a bag stuffed with feathers.

“Thanks a lot, Jake.” you snark, staring at the studio wall in a huff.

“Stop it.” Dan barks, with a swift tug on your hair to quell your disrespect.

“Oh, princess…” Jake sounds despairing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”

“You too.” Danny’s warning is harsh, as is the hiss of breath Jake sucks in. You know without having to see, that Danny has given Jake’s locks a warning tug as well.

The minutes tick by like hours as you stare at the wall, partly humiliated, and partly so turned on you’d very much like to rock against the uncomfortable seat you’re sitting in for just a moment of friction.

Jake has grabbed up his acoustic guitar and is strumming soft songs into the room, and you know he’s done this solely for your benefit…purposely choosing your favorites in order to entertain his girl and soften the blow of her solitary damnation.

Truth be told, Danny knows this too, but chooses to ignore it in favor of allowing you this slight reprieve.

At last, the three of you are slipping out of the studio and into the car.

“Backseat.” Dan orders you, but Jake shakes his head firmly.

“No.” He braces his hand on the door when you attempt to climb into the back. “She rides up front just like always. I don’t care if you’re angry with her…that’s her spot, and I won’t have it.”

They stare each other down in the sickening yellow glow of a flickering street lamp until Danny must see it in Jake’s eyes…he won’t back down from this one. He pulls open the driver’s side in concession, and Jake opens the passenger door up for you, guiding you in with his hand on the small of your back.

Both of them watch to ensure you’ve clicked your seatbelt into place, and then, with Jake secured in the seat behind you, Dan starts for home.

The ride is quiet, and tense with what the three of you know is coming next…and you simply cannot wait.

~

“Are you thirsty?” Jake asks after you’ve showered and swaddled yourself up in your favorite robe. It’s pink flannel, threadbare and frayed from years of use, riddled with holes, and well-loved.

“No.” you shake your head and chance a nervous glance at Danny, who just happens to be heating up the blood in your veins with a predatory stare from his place, leaned against the door jamb.

Jake snatches the bottle of water off the little table beside your bed, snaps a finger for you to sit, and then screws off the cap with an exasperated flourish.

“Open.” he orders in that quiet, yet authoritative tone he’s mastered, and then the bottle is being guided to your lips. “You know better, baby. You know better. It’s good for you. Drink.”

Jerking away from him, you take the water and sip it on your own with a small sound of opposition that illustrates your frustration.

He chews on his cheek, masking the smile threatening to play over his lips…he likes you with a little fire in your belly.

“See?” Danny sighs, sounding over the situation entirely. “I’d have her bent over that bed with a belt on her pretty ass and a gag in her smart mouth if she pulled away from me like that. Just like I told you, you let her get away with too much. That’s why she’s such a fucking brat.”

“So come and spank me then.” you unwisely challenge.

A soft sound of surprise slinks out of Jake as he fixes you with a glare. He’s angry now too, he doesn’t care for watching you get yourself into trouble, and the moment Danny pushes off the doorway, fists clenched and a wild look in his eye, you know you’re up shit creek without a paddle, floating along in a boat that is rapidly taking on water.

He cocks his head as he crosses the room, studying you curiously. “What did you just say to me?”

Your stomach is somersaulting decadently, so you try your luck a little more. “You heard me.”

“Princess,” Jake snaps unhappily. “Not another word. Apologize.”

You drop your chin and stare up at Danny’s face through your lashes. “I’m very sorry, daddy. I’ll be good now.”

His hand, large and sure, is clasped firmly around your jaw in a flash, raising your face to his. “Don’t you Daddy me, that’s not going to save you now.” Normally that title melting past your lips weakens him. “Come on…” he grabs you by the wrist and cocks his head at Jake to follow. “My room, tonight.”

Oh no, fuck...

Turning your head, you catch Jake’s eye over your shoulder as Danny hustles you down the hall, but he simply shakes his head, resigned, as if to say ‘You made your bed, now you can lie in it, and get whatever else is coming to you in it, as well.’

This is the thing…

Your room is where they coddle you. It’s where they baby you and let you run the show, as much as their natural dominance will allow, anyway. It’s where you lie together when you’re too sleepy for anything else. Where you watch movies, and read, legs tangled together under the softness of your satin duvet. And, while they maintain their own spaces for a host of reasons, it’s where the three of you rest each night because neither one of them can sleep without you.

Jake’s room is where you land when you’ve earned a sort of ‘rewarding punishment’, if you will. Where his affinity for watching you in the throes of overstimulation really takes stage. More times than you can count, his enormous four poster bed has seen you trembling, tears streaming down your face, thighs and sheets soaked, as you beg them to stop and plead with them to keep going all at once. It’s no secret, they both love to watch you cum more than just about anything…but your Jakey gets off on it like nothing you’ve ever seen.

Daniel’s room, on the other hand, is where your disobedience goes to die. The unassuming chest at the foot of his bed– probably houses extra sheets and blankets, right? –is a treasure trove of weaponry to wrangle you back into your place when you’ve lost your way. Scarves and blindfolds. A special pair of airpods reserved just for filling your head with looming, ominous, classical music when they feel a bit of sensory deprivation is in order. Ropes and straps to keep you exactly where they want you. Paddles and floggers that really only sting…a thin switch that does more than sting. A pair of heels that are so sky high, even the most seasoned stripper might snap an ankle, earmarked for Jake, as he likes to feel them bite into the small of his back when he fucks you. Gags and hooks, plugs and spreader bars…they’re all there.

Also, present and accounted for judging by the jangle of metal that assaults your ears as Jake is kissing a winding trail over your collarbone…are the cuffs. You hate them most of all.

“Oh, Daniel, no…” Jake murmurs into your neck without bothering to look away from his task. “She likes to be able to touch. Hates the cuffs, don’t you, princess?”

Before you have a chance to reply, Danny shuts both of you down. “I don’t recall asking what she wants. What I do recall is dealing with an insubordinate, insufferable, brat all night. Whining about this, complaining about that. I had to put you in the corner like a child…” he sidles up behind you and pulls your hands away from the warmth of Jake’s shoulders. “Are you proud of yourself? Because you should’ve been on your knees the second we walked through the front door, begging forgiveness…”

He pauses to pull your hands behind your back. “but no…what did you do? You gave us even more trouble. You’ve been so, so bad tonight, little one.” his lips trace the shell of your ear, “What happens when you misbehave? Hmm? Can you tell Daddy? Can you tell Jakey?”

You’re positively trembling in their arms, “When I misbehave, you take over, Daddy.”

The first cuff, cold and unforgiving, circles your wrist, but Jake intervenes. “Cuff her around front at least.”

“I’ll decide where…”

Jake’s voice, clear and unwavering, cuts Danny off “Hard limit.”

They each get one ‘hard limit’ each go ‘round…maybe two, if they feel strongly enough to fight for it. It means one acquiesces to the other without question. You, on the other hand, are free to trot out your safeword as many times as you’d like. While it may seem that they are the one’s dealing the cards, you own the whole mother-fucking casino.

“God damn it…” Danny mutters, swinging your arms around to click the cuffs into place. Your hands rest secured at your navel, just as Jake has insisted

“That better, baby?” Jake raises your hands and bestows sweeping kisses over your knuckles, “See?” he raises your fingers to brush over his cheek. “Now you can still touch us if you want to.”

“Much better, Jakey…” you smile, petting him gently. “Thank you.”

“Go easy on her, Jacob.” Danny bites out, sarcasm dripping from his lips. You can hear the roll of his eyes, though you can’t see him. “No need to be cruel.”

“Shut up, Daniel…” Jake cups your face and kisses your forehead. “She’s my princess.”

“Yeah? Well your princess has a smart fucking mouth, doesn’t she?” his palm coils around your throat. “I think it’s time we fuck the attitude right off your tongue, dove. Don’t you?”

A choked moan climbs out of your constricted throat as his free hand sinks into your hair. In a breath, you’re wrenched from Jake’s embrace and hauled into Danny’s as he drags you over to the hook in the wall. It looks like it’s there to hang a jacket, or a bag, at first glance…but upon further inspection, it obviously rests much lower than it would for an innocent task. No one ever looks that closely though…you’d be shocked by what the human eye will fail to notice.

“Down.” the order is issued softly, but you drop as though he’s screamed it.

“Hands.” he adds just as softly, and your hands fly up, catching the short cuff chain over the hook just as you’ve been trained to do.

“Good girl.” Jake praises, ambling over to stand beside his looming tower of a partner. “See how well she listens?”

“No.” Danny grabs your face and pries your mouth open with the fingers of his opposite hand. “She just happens to enjoy a mouthful of dick. Isn’t that right, little one? You love a nice hard cock down your throat, don’t you?”

You nod and let your mouth hang open even once he’s pulled his fingers away…legs parted against the robe that has now almost completely fallen open, baring you to their hungry eyes. You mustn’t press your thighs together for friction, they’ll notice, and they won’t be pleased.

“Who’s first?” Danny asks, tugging the flannel apart the rest of the way in order to pinch your aching nipples. Jake drops down beside you to suck them into his mouth, soothing the sting away with his tongue…effectively making the decision for you. Not that it would’ve been much of thinker to begin with. Danny asked as a test and Jake’s name would have been a miserable failure on your part.

The metal hiss of Danny’s zipper lowering draws a whine out of you as you arch your back, pressing your breasts closer to the wet kiss spoiling over them. “Listen,” Jake’s rasp is muffled against your skin. “she wants it so bad. Don’t you princess? You want to be a sweetheart and suck him off, don’t you? That’s my girl…my pretty, pink princess.”

“Polish her tiara on your own fucking time, Jacob…” Danny huffs, tugging his cock out as he takes hold of your hair. “Your princess has work to do.”

He looks like a god, standing before you…pumping his thick, leaking cock, tracing it over your lips like filthy lipstick. He is stunning, breathtaking, halfway on his way to frightening, and you would grovel your way through shards of glass simply for the touch of his hand right now. His cock? All the better.

Without a sound, he taps your throat and instantly, with a deep breath, you relax it. “Hmm,” he muses, “maybe Jake’s right, maybe you are a good girl after all.”

With that, he slides in completely. Filling your mouth and your throat to the hilt, until your nose is nuzzling the dark trail of hair that leads to the cock you’re currently swallowed around. He presses you down further still, until your nose is burrowed into his stomach.

“You don’t need to breathe, do you, dove?” he strokes your hair in loving contrast with the assault he is waging on your esophagus.

You gurgle a vibrating hum around his length and shake your head. He swiftly jerks you back by the hair. “You’d rather choke on my cock than breathe?”

A docile nod is all you offer as Jake continues to lap his delicate tongue over your nipples. “Please Jakey.” you whisper. His hand moves to slip between your legs, but Daniel puts a stop to it.

“She’s earned nothing.” His attention turns to you once again… “Be glad I’m letting him kiss your pretty tits.” He slides back into your mouth, way down deep, until you’re gagging and retching around him, tears flooding your eyes and pouring down your cheeks. Nose stuffy and urging you to sniffle if only you could draw a proper breath.

“Fuck, little one…” he pants, fucking into your face with the back of your head pressed forcefully against the wall. “So fucking tight…everywhere. Just so…” in he sinks, “fucking…” deeper. “tight…” deeper still.

Your chest is caving in, lungs burning and searing in your chest, but you will accept whatever Danny sees fit to give you, and you will love it, so you fight the urge to jingle the cuffs with three quick yanks as you’ve been taught.

Jake steps in anyway and shoves Danny back “Let her fucking breathe.” He sounds so unlike himself that for a moment, the room stands still and quiet.

Once you’ve caught your breath and Jake has made sure that Danny plans to go a little easier on you, he rises to his feet and wanders off. You know where he’s going, and you know why. Daniel has many favorite toys lingering about in that treasure chest…

Jake has only one. One that he prizes far and away above the rest. The tinkling clatter that rings through the room, proves you right. He’s retrieving it now, ready to put it to good use.

“Bring her here.” his voice is gentle. As it almost always is.

Danny pulls his cock out of your mouth with a groan that proves how close he had been, and lifts your cuffs off the hook, helping you to your feet.

Your breath catches excitedly when your gaze lands on Jake…your beloved bleeding heart, toying with the leash and collar he so adores. “C’mere, princess. Look at the pretty necklace I have for you.”

Starting forward on your feet, Danny stops you with his hands on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees, guiding you into an awkward, shuffling, makeshift crawl…your hands still cuffed in front of you.

Jake shakes his head, feigning sympathy, but it’s there in his eyes, he likes it. Likes that you’re on your knees, working hard to close the space between the two of you while he tauntingly plays with the chain linked to the leather collar that’s just for you.

“You know you’re very pretty on your knees…” he gently runs the collar down your cheek when you wait before him. You nod, and lean into his love. “Say it.”

“I’m very pretty…” you shiver as Danny’s fingers push between your legs and dip inside your twitching cunt. “I’m pretty on my knees for you, because that’s where I belong.”

Jake hums with an approving smile flashing on his perfect mouth. “Daniel, leave my princess to whine for it, and hold her hair up for me.”

For once, Danny listens, dragging his finger, glossed and dripping with your slick, up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck. He gathers your hair and sweeps it up, leaning in to whisper into the crook of your neck. “We’re going to fucking ruin you.” With a nip of his teeth, he pulls back, leaving Jake to fasten the collar around your throat.

The buckle connects with a hushed clink, and Jake steps back to admire his work. “Look at you…” he cups the globes of your breasts, letting the chain dangle between them, chilling you. “You take everything we give you so well, don’t you, princess? Who’s our sweet little toy? Hmm? Is that you? Are you our good girl?”

You flush with heat, head to toe, under his praise– and flush hotter still when Danny snaps your head back by the hair he still has bundled in his fist. “No, she’s not. Stop babying her. Either help me punish her or go away and wait until I’m through.”

In response, Jake jerks you forward, whipping the leash around his clenched fist to pull you close. The harsh, unexpected, force knocks the wind out of you with the tiniest gasp.

“Oh, my poor baby…” he croons into the ear Danny was speaking into a moment ago. “You’ve gotten yourself into a bit of trouble, haven’t you? Oh well, nothing to be done about it now.” He drops his volume even lower, to share a secret. “You listen, alright, princess? Don’t make this worse. He’s very upset with you.”

You nod imperceptibly– he’ll feel it…and then hand yourself over to your fate.

Silently, he leads you to your feet and nods at the bed. “Down you go…you know what I want.”

These are easy enough instructions to follow because, yes you do know what he wants…what he always wants. You lie down on the bed, stretch your secured hands over your head invitingly, and spread your legs.

Danny scoffs in irritation as Jake settles between your legs, lining his pretty face up with your cunt. “I tell you not to baby her, and you think the best way to go about that is to spoil her where she wants it most? This is pointless.”

“Shut up.” Jake casts Danny aside verbally and leans in to lick a soft, slow trail along your swollen clit.

Your hands reach to sink into his hair, careful not to hurt him with the metal of the cuffs, and his eyes flutter up to yours, glossy and lazy already, as if he’s drunk on you. “Gonna make you cum, princess.” his promise is slurred as he sucks at you. “Do it right for me. All messy and dirty…right on my face.”

“Yeah, Jakey…” you nod urgently, grinding up into his kiss, eager to get on with it. “Promise, baby…I promise, just..please…”

Never one to make you wait, he seals his lips, silken and plush, over your clit and begins to suck…watching you all the while. Gentle moans vibrating into your core to answer each one that escapes your throat and calls to him.

It feels like you’ve waited a thousand years, and your body decides on its own accord that it can wait no longer. “Don’t stop,” you whine, eyes on Danny’s darkened face as Jake coaxes your orgasm closer and closer to the surface. “Right there, Jakey…right fucking there…fuck, fuck!”

At the last second, as though he can feel all those tiny little bombs detonating in your body, Danny lurches Jake back by the hair, fighting for the upper-hand when Jake struggles to return to his rightful place between your legs. He stills when Danny circles his hand around his throat and draws him in close until they’re eye to eye, nose to nose. “I want to make her cum…she’s so pretty when she cums. C’mon, just one?”

Danny’s tongue, pink and curled, laps over Jake’s mouth, savoring the lingering taste of you. “She can cum when she deserves to cum.”

“But I’ve been good, and…” a hard glare from Jake closes your mouth, you promised him you’d listen.

“So our insufferable fucking whore knows what’s best for her after all?” Danny mocks, sending a delicious shiver trickling its way up your spine.

“Oh look, Jake…” he grins wickedly. “Your pillow princess likes it when I call her names. Maybe you should try it sometime…maybe you should stop being so soft on her…think with your cock for once.”

A moan bursts out of you that stuns you all…you hadn’t even felt it coming, you just need them to do something so badly. “You’re paying an awful lot of attention to each other,” you venture. “Should I leave you two alone?”

Both of their eyes laser in on you instantly…each blazed and scorching with a ferocity that causes you to whimper and cower into the pile of pillows behind you.

“Up.” Jake orders, sounding far too much like Danny for your comfort. He is your safety net, the one who steps in to save you from yourself and your natural bratty tendencies. “Hands and knees.”

You roll around instantly, bracing yourself on your elbows with your bound hands clasped.

Jake tosses the robe that is still attached to you due to the cuffs aside and cracks your ass. “Look, my princess has found some sense, Daniel…let’s fuck it out of her.”

They climb onto the bed. Their weight dips the mattress and makes you quiver in unnerved anticipation…but it’s a disconcert that is soaked in bliss…you want them so badly, no matter what they have in store.

Sidling up behind you, the leash is suddenly pulled back with a violent force that pops your eyes open wide. Jake tugs you around, back and forth, gauging his control. When he seems satisfied with the power held in his grip, he runs a hand over the small of your back, “All ours now, aren’t you, princess? How about a cock in your cunt, and another down your throat, yeah? Does pretty girl wanna be stuffed full?”

“Can you just…” you falter with a gasp and then center yourself. “Can you just fuck me, already? I need it…I need it so badly.”

“Getting bossy again, I see…” Danny positions himself in front of you and grabs you by the hair once again…it may as well be reins at this point. “Don’t mind her, Jacob…I’ll shut her up.”

With that, his cock slides deeply into your starved mouth once again, settling in like it’s coming home. “There it is, little one…there’s that smart mouth that likes to love on my cock. Take it, dove…fuckin’ take it. You like the way it tastes? You like the way it feels when I plug your pretty throat right up?”

You nod around him, and Jake uses your distraction to his advantage…slamming into you with one wet, unforgiving, thrust. The force of it sends Danny’s beautiful cock even further down your throat, leaving you to gag out a muffled wail as your cunt swallows Jake’s cock and your throat sucks Danny’s in all the way to the base.

“Ah, fuck…” Danny fights the whimper in his tone, but it still comes through loud and clear. “That’s it, dove…just like that…justlikethat…”

Jake is fucking into you relentlessly, edging you closer at a slow, yet steady clip…guiding you along, leash strong and true in his grip. “That’s right, princess…” he fucks you in time with his words. “Suck his cock…so big and fat you can hardly fit it in your little mouth…look at you, all stretched out around us both. See, Daniel? Look how sorry she is. Good girl, baby..good girl.”

Danny’s hand cracks against your cheek, delivering a smack that you wish you could carry the sting of for the rest of your life. “Harder, little one…suck me harder.”

You’re drooling all over his dick and the sheets, soaking Jake’s cock and the sheets at that end as well but you can’t be bothered to care.

“So fucking tight…” Jake rasps, hips stuttering. “She’s getting so fucking tight. C’mon baby, cum for us…choke my cock…fucking strangle me…”

You attempt to pull back as your orgasm slams into you, lashing at your senses with a vigorous violence that steals the breath from your lungs…but Dan has other ideas, and his cock buries into your throat deeper. “There you go…” he sounds like he too is teetering on the brink. “There you fucking go. You take that cock, dove. Suck it right down…Swallow everything I–” he trails off with a groan that could rattle the windows. “Swallow, sweetheart…swallow me…good…good, fu–...good fucking girl.”

He comes to a stuttering end, but Jake is still working away at you from behind. You stay still, quiet moans spurring him on as he yanks and tugs at the leash to remind you of your place between them. “Whose cum does princess want inside? You’ve already got a bellyful of Daniel? You want a cuntful of me?”

“Yes yes yesyesyesyes…” you beg, licking along the length of Danny to collect anything that may have escaped your mouth. He is sensitive, that much is obviously by the way he can’t stay still and the whines he’s attempting to mask. Still, he allows you to indulge in every last drop of your favorite thing.

The force in which he pulls at the leash is unrivaled…it sends you careening up and away from Danny as Jake fucks into you hard and fast, hand splayed over you, fingers on your clit, but solely to hold you in place…he’s seeking his own end now, knowing yours has come to pass.

He holds you, still and breathless, against him, collar tucked into your throat deeply, his cock tucked inside you deeper still.

“Baby..” he collapses down over your back, chin tucking over your shoulder, that familiar softness returning to his tone as he lets go inside your cunt. “Baby, baby, fuck yes baby…fuck…oh, princess…”

He’s babbling, hands gripping and squeezing at you like he’ll never touch you again…and you love it. You’d stay here forever if you could…between these two gorgeous men you love so much, and who love you even more in turn.

Slowly, he releases the tension on the leash, and then lets go all together as you collapse down against the bed. Danny’s hands are charting maps along the span of your back, as Jake heads to seek out the keys for the cuffs…ever eager to deliver you from punishment the second it seems within reach.

Danny is first on his feet, as he so often is, and you’re scooped into his arms. Tucked against him, with Jake moving just behind, hand on your ankle, you feel safe, loved, secure…collar still looped around your neck, ready for the next opportunity to run your smart mouth.

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Who Are You Now Pt. 4 ⎮Danny Wagner x Reader

A/N: alright babes, strap in! the long awaited (by me) final chapter is finally here- it took me ages to write (life got in the way, i didn't want this series to be over, etc etc) but i'm happy with how it ended! how about a nice resolve for such an angsty series, yeah? i can't thank you all enough for reading it and supporting me; you all give me the strength to keep doing what i love to do!

here is the masterpost if you wanna read the other parts hehe

pairing: danny wagner x female!reader

warnings: 18+ GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, minors dni!!!! this chapter is mainly smut with little plot. unprotected sex (please be safe, yall!), language, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), sliiiiight degradation, spit kink if you squint, angst, fluff (feelings!! yay!!), mentions of anxiety, and i think that's it but as always remind me if i forgot anything!

word count: 7.5k

summary: you and your best friend have just moved to a new city and spontaneously meet a group of handsome young strangers during a night out. you hit it off with one of them in particular, but are left wondering if you are just friends or if there’s something more on the horizon.

Sweat had plastered your hair to your forehead. You could feel it even in sleep, knowing that your body was higher in temperature than it should be. It must have still been extremely early; gray morning light seeping through the blinds as one lonely bird started singing its morning tune. 

Why am I burning up?

You could feel your sweat stream down your back, slick between the valleys of your chest. Half asleep, you kicked the blankets off of you with more trouble than you’d like to admit, the cool air in the room prickling your damp skin. At some point throughout the night, your clothes had been shed, and you were grateful for the air that licked at your bare skin. Laying on your back, you guided your breathing to settle back into a relaxed pace, your body finally cooling to its natural temperature. Sleep was on the horizon once more until you heard a faint snore next to you, the noise scaring you as you shot your eyes open and held your breath.

In your sleepy state, you had completely forgotten that you were not at home, not in your bed, and your eyes widened as you turned your head to see Daniel slumbering peacefully next to you. He was laying on his stomach, neck turned so he was facing you, his arms folded underneath his head as a makeshift pillow. His breathing deep, thankfully you hadn’t woken him with your startled gasp. Carefully, you flipped on your side and faced him, scanning his features in his unconscious state. He was flushed, too, a faint sheen visible from the soft light filtering in, and you quickly realized that he was the source of the immense heat penetrating your body. The tendrils of his hair fell freely across his cheek, frizzy and tousled with sleep. You knew Dan was a heavy sleeper, so you braved to swipe your finger across his brow, following the curve of his nose and letting your fingers dance along the top of his cheekbone.

His freckles are back.

You delicately pushed his hair back, earning a relieved sigh from deep within his unconsciousness. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips as you watched him, letting the memories of last night flood back to you as his shoulders rose and fell with each breath. 

You’d been in his room thousands of times; in his bed, even. Night after night of too many cocktails, the movie nights that ran well into the early hours of the morning, taking Dan’s bed after playing board games with him and his brothers, him insisting that they’d stay in the living room. But now that you stood in the doorway with Daniel’s lips attached to your neck, you couldn’t help but think it looked different. 

The room was warmer and lighter than you remembered it being, even if it was a couple hours past midnight. Bright cherrywood flooring paired with creams and blues; his aura had always made you think that he would favor darker colors, but once you got to know him and see how he glowed when he wore bright yellow, this decor made sense. A big mahogany chest lay in the corner of the room, adorned with trays of different types of jewelry and a collection of shoes haphazardly thrown beside it. His bed was stationed in the center, blankets of cornflower blue draped upon it. It was simple, but elegant. Framed posters of musicians he considered “The Greats” occupied his walls from floor to ceiling, and there were records thrown all over the room that spilled into the other corners of his apartment. It smelled of him; his deep, rich, woodsy cologne gracing every surface.

Your eyes darted around to these new details you were just made aware of, your breath quickening not completely due to Danny’s kisses, but a mix of nerves swirling in your stomach, too. You had been so wrapped up in the feeling of him that you hadn’t had a moment all night to realize just what was happening. Had it really been the same night that you were at the show for The Thing With Feathers? Had you really only met Poppy a handful of hours ago? It seemed that time was moving at lightning speed while simultaneously at a standstill.

This was real. 

Dan caught on to your nervousness; it was no secret that he prided in knowing you inside and out. He brought your attention back to him with one gentle hand sweeping your hair from your shoulder, exposing your neck to him further so he could continue peppering kisses on your heated skin. Your tension eased as you felt his hands trail up and down the sides of your curves, one stopping to splay across your chest as he held your body impossibly close to his. 

He didn’t break his promise; he had kept you up nearly all night. When you weren’t fucking like animals, you were laying side by side talking about anything and everything, both of you in silent agreement to leave the heavy conversation for the morning and not pop your bubble of bliss. Initially, you had your fears of what it would be like to experience this level of intimacy with him; afterall, a queen-sized bed in his apartment is much different than quick fuck in a supply closet at a dive bar. But being with him in this way brought a whole new sense of comfort. Awkwardness and shyness never reared their ugly heads, both of you content to enjoy each other's company and the beauty of this new, exciting territory. 

Throughout the night, he had been exactly like he was the first time; tough, dominant, demanding, and you ate up every morsel he would give you. He was intent on learning your body, exploring the ways to make you come the fastest, which precise flick of his tongue could have your toes curling and your back arching off the mattress. There had been many times you wished to take the reins, to show him the pleasure that he was bestowing upon you, but he reminded you that it was his night to take care of you. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to have you like this, angel. Let me worship you.”

Your fingers continued to grace his skin while you were stuck in your hazy daydreams, and you didn’t notice that Dan’s breathing had changed and he had one eye cracked open to look at you, letting you believe he was still fast asleep. Your eyes were following your fingers as you traced over the freckles on his shoulders, eventually dipping down to the middle of his back then slowly retracing your steps back up. Only when you cupped his cheek in your palm, thumb brushing his cheekbone once again, did you catch him peeping. He shut his eye immediately, hoping that he was fast enough that you wouldn’t catch him, but the breathy giggle that escaped your throat told him otherwise. 

“I could get used to this,” he whispered, voice hoarse and an octave deeper from the few hours of sleep as he rolled onto his side to envelope you in his arms. You couldn’t help the sigh that left through your nose, nuzzling your head close to his chest and settling once you heard his steady heartbeat. The hold he had you in was one that always calmed you down; it was one you sought out when you were distressed and needed comfort, when you were homesick, when you just needed someone to be there. His scent danced and twirled through your nostrils, a perfect waltz of his usual muskiness mixed with a new, more erotic one that you’ve never smelled on him before. It consumed you completely, and paired with the rhythmic pounding of his heart, you were lulled back to sleep incredibly quick. 

~~~~~~

Something dusted your collarbone but you couldn’t be bothered to care. It felt nice, only tickling slightly in a pleasant sort of way. Only when you felt it travel lower to the swells of your breasts did you crack an eye open. 

“Finally, I’ve been trying to wake you up for ages.”

He moved to climb on top of you, caging you between his strong arms and muscular thighs, his cascading curls curtaining you from the brightness of the room. You let your eyes shut again, a sleepy smile gracing your face as you felt his hair tickle your neck when he dipped to kiss your cheek. And then another kiss, and another, and soon you were giggling as he peppered short kisses on every inch of skin on your face. 

“Don’t fall back asleep on me now, y/n, c’mon!” 

“Have I really been out for that long? What time is it?” The heels of your palms wiped the sleep from your eyes as you attempted to roll onto your side to check the clock that sat on his bedside table only for him to shift his weight back into his thighs to straddle you, grasping your face between his hands as he captured your lips in a needy kiss. You locked your fingers into his hair immediately, deepening the kiss in whatever way you could. You could feel that he was already hard and leaking against you, and you found yourself wondering if he felt any soreness from your activities from the night prior. 

He let go of his grasp on your face, never breaking the kiss, one hand on the mattress bracing his body weight while the other began to slowly travel against the expanse of your body. Never staying in one place too long, wandering to give both of your nipples a quick pinch, trailing one finger to ghost a couple circles around your belly button, making you laugh against his lips at the sensation. He dipped lower, feather light touches just below your navel before you pulled away from the kiss, planting one of your palms flat against his chest and pushing him upright. It was clear Danny liked to be in charge in bed, but you couldn’t quell your curiosity any longer and wished to see how he’d respond to your demands, instead. 

Before he knew it, you had the two of you in opposite positions; you straddling him while he lay beneath you. He opened his mouth to object, but you quickly brought a hand to his cheek, swiping your thumb against his bottom lip as he stared up at you. Intentional or not, his eyes grew wide as he examined your face through his lashes. 

“You really do have the prettiest doe eyes, don’t you, Daniel.” 

You dipped down to give him a chaste kiss, over much too quickly for his liking, before straightening up, sitting your aching core against the base of his cock and bringing your hands to rest on his chest. He seemed stunned by the changes in character; with how he handled you in bed, he hadn’t guessed you enjoyed switching the power dynamic. 

You began littering his neck with kisses, sucking plum-colored bruises behind his ear and along the side of his neck, making your way further down his body as you reached to grasp his length in your hand. He was heavy, hot and throbbing and the feeling of his pulse against your palm made your mouth water. A desperate gasp tumbled freely from his lips as you began pumping him, swirling your thumb atop his head to collect a bead of pre-come before resuming your pace. You lifted your gaze to meet him when you heard the sound, and your stomach fluttered when you caught sight of his brows knit together, eyes glued to your hand working over him, and his jaw slightly agape at your tight grip. You gave him a positively feline smirk, scooting your body down the mattress to press kisses against his abdomen, then navel, letting go of his cock in favor of planting your hands on his strong thighs and spreading them apart. 

He lifted his head off the pillow, tucking his chin to his chest in the process, to watch as you began giving open mouth kisses to the insides of his thighs, moving higher to press one on his hip bone, and then the other, purposefully skirting around where he needed you the most. He let out a frustrated sigh, throwing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. You were having too much fun with this. 

“Please, angel…” he breathed, his voice just above a whisper, high and pitchy. 

Fuck, he sounds so pretty.

“Please what, baby?” Just a little more teasing. “I know you can use your words.”

He opened his eyes once more, throwing you a pleading look with his eyebrows scrunched together. 

“Please, I-I need your mouth on- fuck.” You didn’t give him a chance to complete his thought, taking him all the way into your mouth and swallowing around him until his velvety length hit the back of your throat. Both his hands shot straight to your hair almost immediately, sweeping any strands out of your eyes and creating a makeshift ponytail in his fist. 

You held his cock in your throat, letting yourself adjust to his size, tears already brimming due to the sheer mass of him. Soon, you began moving, intentionally setting a grueling pace, taking him all the way down your throat with every pull. The weight of him on your tongue sent a wave of wetness straight to your core, causing you to moan around him. The vibrations you let out had him unintentionally bucking his hips off the mattress to meet you, sending his cock impossibly further into your mouth, causing a slight gag to escape you. He halted, watching the tears cascade past your eyes as he brought a hand to your cheek, simultaneously apologizing and silently asking if he could continue. 

You looked at him through your lashes, his cock still in your mouth as you managed a slight nod. If last night was any indication, you should’ve known that a mere nod was no confirmation for him; he needed to hear your voice. He pulled your ponytail, dislodging himself from your mouth, mesmerized by the strand of saliva that connected your lips to his length before saying, 

“You know that won’t do. I’m going to fuck your mouth, pretty girl, is that okay?”

His words were going to be the death of you, and you found yourself trailing one of the hands that was previously secured around his thigh down to your heat, circling your clit in an attempt to find any sense of relief. He smirked watching your display, his grip on your hair only tightening. 

“If you answer me, maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes, Danny, yes please,” your words rushed from your mouth. You had been determined to keep control when you began teasing him, but he was quickling unraveling your resolve. He had you under siege and you were happy to relinquish control if that meant he’d continue talking to you this way. 

Your voice was hoarse, heady sounding and he adored it. Getting you to talk in bed was easily one of his favorite things about fucking you; hearing your whimpers and whines, your pitchy whispers and the breathy cadence of your phrases; he knew the sound of you would haunt him day and night. 

He guided you back down to his cock, lowering your mouth slowly down his length until your nose hit the soft patch of hair that traveled from his navel down to the base of him. You gagged slightly before getting used to his size again, his voice ringing in your ears, “That’s it, that’s my girl.” 

He began rutting his hips up off the mattress once you were ready, his strong hold on your head guided you up and down his length. Your fingers dancing on your clit quickened, the sound of your moans partnered with his deep groans and the lewd sloppy noise of your mouth filling the room. 

“Let’s see how long you can keep touching yourself, angel,” he punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, 

“It was so cute how you thought you were in control.” 

His pace quickened, and you felt the signs of your climax begin to form in your body. You were clenching around nothing, desperately needing him to fill you up. Your nerves felt electric, your head swimming with only the sensation of him. 

“Stop.”

You groaned, looking up at him once again as you paused your movements on your now throbbing clit, and you could feel him beginning to twitch in your mouth knowing that he, too, was close. He pulled you off of him again by your hair,  “You can swallow my come a different time.”

You wasted not a second before climbing up his body to straddle him again, eagerly lifting your hips to bring the tip of his cock to meet your entrance, but instead he brought his fingers to replace yours on your clit, drawing fast circles before leaving it to dip two fingers inside you. Your balance faltered, thighs trembling as you fought to keep yourself upright, planting your palms against his chest as your head fell forward, your hair creating a curtain around you and Daniel. 

“Good god, I hardly even touched you yet and you’re already dripping, making a mess. You’re filthy, aren’t you?” A curl of his fingers. “Nearly coming from just sucking my cock,” he whispered as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, his eyes blown wide watching you begin to shake above him. 

“Danny, please, I-” you gasped as he brought his thumb to circle your clit once more, his two other digits still fucking furiously into you.

“What, sweet girl, what do you need?” His voice teasing, patronizing as he withdrew his fingers, slowing his movements on your clit.

“Fuck, you! I need you, please,” you begged him, your nails curling and digging crescent moons into the flesh of his chest.

“Always so polite,” he smirked up at you, bringing his fingers that were coated in your arousal up to trace your lips, gliding his index finger inside your mouth once you opened for him. He let you taste yourself briefly before withdrawing in favor of grabbing both of your hips in his firm grip, lifting you slightly as you grasped his length and glided him between your folds, drenching him with your slick before bringing him to your entrance and slowly sinking down. 

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t a little sore from last night's endeavors, but right now, it only accompanied the welcome stretch of him as you sheathed him completely inside you. You both groaned in tandem, his eyes screwing shut as he gripped your hips unbelievably tight; bruises would be inevitable tomorrow. You shifted your weight forward onto your arms, bringing your hips up slightly before dropping them down, setting a slow rhythm as you rode him. 

“Baby, you’re already fluttering around me. Who’s got you this worked up?”

His words spurred you on, increasing your pace as that familiar ball of white hot pleasure began building in your stomach. He was right, you were a mess, dripping down his cock in a positively fucked-out state, your clit deliciously grazing the base of him every time you sunk down. If the way you were clenching around him wasn’t evidence of how close you were, he knew that the way your thighs tensed, how your jaw hung slack, those were telltale signs as well. 

He began lifting his own hips off the mattress, meeting you with every thrust and pushing himself deeper within you causing your breath the hitch. He took over the pace, rutting up into you at an astonishing speed that had your eyes rolling back in your head, rendering you speechless. 

“Come on, angel, I know you’re there. Let go for me-” he gritted between his teeth, his own voice shaky as he tried to mask that he was close, too, “soak my cock, c’mon.”

That was all it took to have your back arching, head thrown back as your thighs violently shook, releasing  everything you had around him. Your vision blurred, your breathing caught in your throat as he slowed his thrusts, cooing praises at you as he let you ride out your high. 

Once you settled, he sat up with you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you so that your back was flush with the mattress, Danny above you, still hard and twitching inside you. 

“You’re gonna give me one more, I know you’ve got it in you. Show me how good you are for me.” He brushed your sweat-dampened hair from your face, coaxing you back to reality as your head cleared and your breathing settled. His hands roamed down your body, palming your breasts as he resumed sliding in and out of you.

His pace was slower this time, patiently letting you recover from your first wave, but you needed more. Now.

“Harder,” your voice had finally found its way back to you. 

“Needy angel, I’ll get you there, don’t worry.” He brought one hand down to press on your lower stomach, as if he wasn’t already grazing your sweet spot with every drag of his cock. 

“Just let me baby this sweet pretty cunt of yours before I make her cry again.”

He enveloped you entirely, his rhythm picking up as you felt him begin to circle your clit with the calloused pad of his thumb. He was intoxicating; you knew that you would never stop craving the feeling of him inside you for as long as you were together. The way he looked above you, his curls tousled and sticking to his neck that was slick with sweat, the veins in his arms visible as he worked his hands against you, his bottom lip tucked tightly between his teeth as his eyebrows knitted together in a mix of concentration and lust. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open, wanting to commit this image of him to memory, thanking your lucky stars a million times over that you get to experience him like this.  

He noticed you admiring him, folding his body over you to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He could taste your arousal still on your tongue, and he hummed against your mouth. His thumb never left your clit as he kissed you, his pace mind-numbing and you knew you couldn’t last much longer; you were still slightly piggybacking off of your first climax. 

His hips began to falter, and you could feel him twitching again inside you. You still had enough brainpower left to bite his bottom lip, pulling it back before releasing it and looking up at him with your best set of bedroom eyes,

“Come for me Danny, ‘wanna feel you.”

He brought his forehead to yours, slamming into you,

“Fuck, baby, say that again.”

Somehow the stars had aligned and you were able to time your releases perfectly, something that has never happened to you with any other partner. You were squeezing around his cock with a vise-like grip, fluttering and clenching as his thumb increased pressure on your clit. You repeated the sentiment,

“Come on baby, come for me.”

He lost his composure immediately once the words fell off your tongue, bursting deep inside you, his warmth filling you to the brim. He continued his pace, your release following only a split second after, your ankles locking together at the base of his back as he fucked his come into you. Your body felt featherlight, shaking underneath his weight as you rode through your collective high, the sounds of your heavy breathing filling the room. 

~~~~~~

Your brain was still catching up to the sensations your body had experienced as you laid next to him, chests heaving in tandem. 

“Angel, I think I need a shower,” he murmured after a long breath of comfortable silence. 

“Yeah, you stink,” you teased back which earned you a couple pokes to your side, sending you into a fit of laughter. He let up only when you were sufficiently out of breath again, and sat up to pull himself out of bed. You indulged in the sight of his back for a few moments, noting his muscled shoulders and the veins that ran up his forearms. Seemingly able to feel your stare on his backside, he shot you a look over his shoulder, catching you in the act of checking him out. 

“You can take a few pictures, you know,” he teased, wiggling his ass a little before you threw a pillow his way, making his head tilt back with laughter. You sat up in his bed as you watched him saunter over to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to turn to you once again with an eyebrow cocked. 

“Well, are you gonna join me or just sit there catching flies in your mouth?” Throwing him a jesting eye roll, you clambered out of bed and followed him into the ensuite. 

You were thankful that all of this wasn’t new to you; there had been plenty of times that you had been getting ready in his bathroom, him toweling off his curls while you applied some makeup. You’d helped him clasp his necklaces while he helped zip up your dress; it felt normal to you. Albeit, all those times before you hadn’t been naked, but it eased any nervousness you might have been feeling, feeling grateful that your relationship wasn’t all that different than it had been before you slept together. 

He was already wetting a washcloth with warm water as you stepped through the threshold, kneeling in front of you as he nudged your legs apart.

“Dan, we’re about to shower, it’s okay,” you said, awestruck by his eagerness to help clean you up.

He gently began wiping your mixed releases from the insides of your thighs, being extra careful when he brought the cloth to your core knowing that you must be sore. 

“I know, but I can’t imagine it’d be very comfortable,” he explained, placing a chaste peck on your hip bone before standing again, turning back to rinse the cloth in the sink. You crossed the bathroom to stand beside him, beaming ear to ear. It’d be a miracle if the butterflies he gave you ever subsided.

Opening the drawer beside the sink, you pulled out his hairbrush and began working through the snarls that had accumulated throughout the night as he started the shower. The woman staring back at you in the mirror was one you haven’t seen in a while; you took inventory of the flushed rouge of your cheeks, the light in your eyes, how your shoulders sat a little further back and your chin was raised more than it usually was. Besides the disarray your hair was in, you enjoyed the way you looked. Your smile reappeared on your lips at the thought; it was something that hadn’t crossed your brain in a while. Usually you were stuck in a loop of negative self-talk, but in this moment you felt at ease; happy, even.

He watched you from his station by the shower, his heart swelling as he noticed you admiring yourself.

Finally you were seeing what he saw. 

He walked back over to the sink to stand behind you, watching your face contort in the mirror at a couple of particularly stubborn tangles that didn't want to come free. Watching you this way, it felt incredibly domestic and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips and the faint pink that painted his cheeks. This is exactly how he pictured these lazy, sleepy mornings with you; it was everything that he had hoped it would be, and then some. Seeing you in such a relaxed state, no anxiety written on your face, going about your mundane tasks made him want to witness you this way for the rest of his days, and he only prayed that he might be lucky enough to. 

He brought his hand to take the brush out of your grip, leading your arm to fall down to your side to then sweep all of your hair to the back, untangling bits and pieces with his fingers before bringing the brush back to your hair and gently gliding it through your locks. 

It astounded you, really, just how caring he was of you. He’d always shown you just how deep that platonic affection ran and you never doubted that part of your relationship, but unfortunately you were used to men changing on a dime after you slept with them. Logically, you knew that wouldn’t be the case with Danny, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about it once or twice. Now, you watched him in the mirror; you couldn’t have pried your eyes away from his hands working diligently on your hair even if you tried. 

“Sorry, did that one hurt? It was pretty big,” he met your eyes in the mirror, pausing his movements until you gave confirmation.

“Nah, I don’t have a baby scalp like you,” you jested as you lifted your chin a bit in defiance. He playfully tugged your hair before resuming for a few more passes of the hairbrush, a grin still plastered to his chiseled face. 

You heard him mumble ‘all done’ as he reached in front of you to set the hairbrush on the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the side of your head as you noticed the steam from the shower begin to fog the mirror. 

“C’mon angel, you’re starting to smell a little ripe yourself.”

He flinched and scampered quickly to the shower as you attempted to swat his arm, an evil grin appearing on your face as you heard his laughter erupt.

You had managed to keep your hands relatively to yourself, and Dan too, both of you physically spent from everything that had happened within the past 12 hours. It all still felt like a dream; he washed your hair and scrubbed your back and you eagerly returned the favor. The two of you still somehow managed to find things to talk about, updating each other on the lives of your families, what your work schedule would look like that upcoming week, everything under the sun. And, of course, when there was silence, he would ask you your favorite question: a thought for a thought. 

~~~~~~

Secretly, you adored staying at Daniel’s place solely for the amount of luxurious hair products and lotions he had stocked up. He had gotten out of the shower and dried in a hurry, insisting that he wanted you to come into the kitchen to the smell of coffee brewing and asked you to take a little extra time getting ready for the day. You agreed easily, grateful for the minute you had to yourself. It would be nice to have the time to process the new developments that took place within this short amount of time.

As you scrunched some curling mousse into your hair, you thought of all the things you wished to say once you were having coffee with him. Your nerves hadn’t come back thankfully, and you felt more level-headed than you had in a long while. Now you had a much clearer idea of where you and Daniel stood, and that made having such a daunting conversation a lot more manageable. 

In reality, all you wished was to speak your feelings, and hopefully hear his. You wanted more than anything to begin a relationship with him, but you knew those things took time and trust and you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself before even speaking with him. But deep down, you were crossing your fingers that this talk would lead you in that direction.

Your body slick and hydrated in your favorite lotion, you dabbed a bit of his cologne on the side of your neck before entering the bedroom, noticing that he had laid out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants for you on the bed. You threw the clothes on quickly, feeling refreshed and determined for what awaited you in the kitchen. 

~~~~~~

It was his turn to be nervous. He had left you in his bathroom, assuring you that he was eager to get started on coffee and breakfast but in reality he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. Was this his opportunity to confess his love for you?

He volleyed back and forth with the idea; it would feel like an immense weight being lifted off his shoulders if he did admit it, but at the same time the two of you had just slept together, and he risked scaring you off. His hands were busy pouring coffee beans into the grinder, the sound of the machine not registering in his ears for his thoughts were too loud. 

No, he argued with himself, there’s no need to rush. If I’m not an idiot, I’ll have the opportunity to tell her how much I love her later on. 

In truth, Daniel had only been in one serious relationship before, it coming to a screeching halt when he found out she had been seeing somebody else for months while still with him. Sure, there had been flings since then, women who he thought would stick around for much longer than they did. Everything came to an end either because the spark had died out, or it was his own lack of initiative that let everyone wander away. He was an expert on second guessing himself; not knowing when was the right time to voice his feelings, letting silence consume the relationship rather than say what really needed to be said. All the more reason why he was nervous to confront you. 

The kettle began whistling on the stove as he emptied the ground coffee into the glass of the French press, the high pitched squealing pulling him from his thoughts. He inhaled through his nose as he stirred in the hot water with the grounds, the rich aroma swirling in his nostrils before letting out a long breath through his mouth, steadying himself. 

No more running, do you want her or not?

He popped a couple of your favorite everything bagels into the toaster before he realized you were standing in the doorway, the sight of you quite literally making his heart skip a beat. He regarded how his t-shirt rested at the top of your thighs, his sweatpants too long on you so the hem dragged on the floor, only allowing the very tips of your toes to peek out beneath the fabric. Your dewy skin mixed with your wet tendrils leaving damp spots on the shoulders of his shirt, your eyes shining bright paired with an easy, toothy grin. It all rendered him speechless as he stared at you with his mouth slightly agape, all of his previous nerves disintegrating into nothingness. He wanted this, he wanted every day spent with you.

Normally, him staring at you would make you blush or your pulse race, but you felt more confident and sure of your decision, so there was no hint of anxiety when your smile widened as you saw his face flush. You wiggled your hips slightly as your smile shifted to a smirk, parroting his words from earlier back to him:

“You can take a few pictures, you know.”

He blinked, and a smile finally broke on his face as he furrowed his brow at your joke. 

“Cheeky,” he turned back to the counter to pour you a mug of piping hot coffee, “I like it.” He sauntered over to place the ceramic in your awaiting palms, wandering over to the fridge when the cup was safe in your clutches. He grabbed you the carton of oat milk that was only used whenever you or Sam were over at his place, and the glass bottle of maple syrup. 

You made your way to his kitchen island as he set down your coffee accouterments beside you, grumbling about how you liked maple syrup in your coffee. 

“Hey,” you countered, “this is a pretty normal thing. If you ever took a break from being so serious with your black coffee all the time, I think you’d like it.” You took a sip of the doctored up liquid, humming in satisfaction. Soon, the bagels popped from the toaster, and the two of you were seated side by side at the counter, munching away on your breakfasts and drinking your coffees in energized silence. 

You decided to follow this newfound courage you’ve been feeling, so you cleared your throat and opened your mouth only for him to begin, 

“Alright, I’ll-”

“Ah ah ah,” you interrupted, swiveling on your stool to face him, “Can I start? I’m feeling brave,” you laughed out, placing your mug on the granite countertop. 

“Good,” he chuckled before sipping from his own mug, “glad one of us is.”

He positioned his body towards yours, showing you that he was all ears. 

Damn, well now with him looking at me…

Your pulse began to quicken, completely opposing your decision to stand your ground and your “newfound confidence” nowhere in sight. Your mind was running and your thoughts jumbled. Everything you had rehearsed in the bathroom fled from your brain, rendering you dumbfounded and speechless. How was it possible for you to lose your resolve that quickly?

He looked at you with patient, expecting eyes. 

“I-” you gulped. 

Don’t say it. 

“Danny, I think-”

Please don’t say it. 

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Fuck.

You couldn’t have stopped the words from coming out of your mouth even if you had tried, and now they were out in the open, assaulting both sets of your ears. The sweat was already beading on your forehead as your eyes widened with shock at the sound of your own admission, quickly averting your eyes away from his down to your hands. You had to say something, and fast. 

“Shit, sorry, I… I don’t know why I said that, I mean-”

Laughter. He was laughing. Your ears hardly registered the sound as you shot your head back up, seeing that his hand was covering his eyes as his head was tipped back in genuine, heartfelt laughter. And it floored you. 

The tears were already welling in your eyes, threatening their descent. How could you have been so stupid? To think that he would be receptive to an admission like that; it hadn’t even been your plan to admit that to him. You desperately tried to pull yourself together, straightening your spine as you cleared your throat once more, swiveling your stool to face the counter as you tucked your hair behind your ears. 

You settled your eyes on the window above the kitchen sink as you breathed out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that’d be so funny.”

You lifted your chin towards the ceiling, silently cursing your tears, hoping they’d hear your plea and not fall down your cheeks. 

I really can’t believe I just fucking did that. So much for not ruining our friendship.

Only when he heard your whisper did his laughter halt. In his mind, the thought of you thinking that his outburst meant rejection didn’t even cross his mind. He was relieved, overjoyed; the irony of his stress against something that seemingly was so easy for you to say. But looking at you now, face red with tears present in your eyes, he realized his mistake. 

Frantically, he reached out for you, softly grabbing your upper arm to turn you back to him, trying to force you to meet his eyes. With a concerned, soft smile, he began his explanation. 

“Oh shit, y/n, no I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m not laughing at what you said.” He couldn’t help another chuckle fall from his lips. “It’s just that you said it so easily where I’ve been ripping my hair out over how to tell you for months.” 

You were glued to your spot as you listened, unaware that your tears had begun rolling over your cheeks. Letting go of your arm, he used his thumb the wipe away the moisture, 

“I have loved you ever since the first night at Mickey’s, and I’ve been debating whether to tell you or not. I guess I’m just relieved to finally have it out in the open, that’s why I laughed.” He watched your expression shift from sadness, to shock, to delight, evident by the wide smile slowly creeping across your lips. He mimicked yours with one of his own, glad to see that you weren’t too angry with him for his knee-jerk reaction.  

“I know I can be an idiot,” he continued, “and I know I’ve made it way more confusing and difficult than it needed to be, angel, I’m so sorry. I was so scared about losing your friendship that I tried to avoid this topic altogether, when in reality, all I’ve ever wanted was to be able to call you mine.”

Your heart felt like it was seconds away from breaking free of its cage in your chest. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought this was a cruel joke, one to get you to bare your heart to him only for him to stomp on it moments later. You tried to rid the thought from your head, eager to provide your own emotions to him as he had just done for you. 

“That’s exactly why I haven’t said anything either, Dan. I’ve been so afraid to ruin our friendship because you mean the world to me. And what if this,” you gestured between the two of you, “went south and then I lost the guys, too.” You grasped his wrist that was still connected to the side of your face, his thumb absentmindedly stroking soothing circles on your cheek now that you had stopped crying. “It seemed like a huge risk, but now voicing it out loud to you, it sounds kind of silly. Deep down I know it wouldn’t be that easy to lose you, but sometimes it’s hard to remember.”

Before you could continue, he brought his other hand to your cheek and held your face as he pressed his lips against yours, hoping to convey to you the severity of what he was feeling. The kiss didn’t escalate; it was slow, intentional, passionate, one that told you he was going to take his time with you. 

You’re the one who broke free from his lips, cocking your eyebrows slightly as silent indication that you had more to say. He backed away, ushering you to continue.

“I will say though, I was really frustrated with you for a couple months,” you admitted, letting your eyes scan his features as the corners of his mouth dropped ever so slightly. “How handsy you were, the pet names, that night at Jake’s, it all made everything… really confusing. I didn’t like having to second guess how you felt about me.”

You met his gaze again, easier this time than it had been before, “But I was also too scared to bring it up, I should’ve confronted you about my frustrations way sooner instead of letting them fester,” you confessed, letting your smile creep back. 

He rested a hand on your knee, “I guess there were a lot of things we should’ve admitted to each other a long time ago, huh?” It was your turn to laugh, accompanying it with a nod of agreement. 

“So let’s make a deal. We gotta be honest with each other right away, no holds barred.”

“Deal.” You laid your palm on top of his hand that was still resting on your knee, heart swelling with the love you felt for the man before you. He was looking at you as if you had created the universe in the palm of your hand, his eyes dancing across your face, his cheeks flushed and smile wide. You’ve seen this look on him before, but now you didn’t have to guess what it meant.

There was a comfortable beat of silence, the two of you marveling in each other's presence and the newfound territory you’ve now uncovered. Soon, though, your thoughts began catching up to you, causing a slight furrow of your brow. 

“Angel, we just made a deal. Now spill it”

Of course he noticed.

“Well I-,” you hesitated, trying to frame your thought correctly. “What are our next steps? I don’t really know where to go from here.”

A crooked smile appeared on his face. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ve got all the time in the world now to figure this out together.” You beamed at him, noting his implication of a long future with you.

“But,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully as he continued, “you could always start by asking me on a date.”

~fin

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[streamsofstardust]

this wicked shiver | d.r.w

danny wagner x reader

word count: 2,525

content warning: ice play, nipple play, bondage, lil bit of dirty talk, penetrative sex, danny being a whiny mess

summary: after a playful interaction with your boyfriend uncovers a secret interest, you and danny decide to try something new in the bedroom

a/n: this was rushed late last night bc i said one little thing in the chat and the gresties demanded it. if the ending is shit it's bc katie kept distracting me with spicy danny thoughts

the most shocking part of the situation you currently found yourself in wasn't the action itself, but rather the fact that danny had suggested it. you joked about it, but he seemed genuinely interested.

-- --

you and danny were sitting at a table in the diner you frequented. a cute little whole in the wall place a few blocks from your apartment. danny, always being the one to mess with you to make you laugh, had unwrapped the straw for his drink and lifted the plastic to blow the wrapper in your face. when it hit you directly between the eyes you looked at him in shock, all the while he was hunched over laughing hysterically.

having already discarded your wrapper, you quickly thought of the next best thing, which was to scoop out an ice cube and toss it at him. what you hadn't expected was for the ice to fall into the collar of his shirt, the tight material making the ice take a longer time to fall down his torso.

at first danny had jumped at the cold feeling, but as the ice slowly traveled down his body, he found himself slumping back into his seat, his breathing picking up at the pleasure it started to create. you immediately noticed the shift in his demeanor and watched him with curious, wide eyes. his had started fluttering shut against his will.

once the ice had fallen to his lap, most of it having melted away, he let out a deep but shaky sigh. you lifted a brow and questioned him.

“danny… you alright there?”

snapping out of his daze, he looked up at you and flashed a smile, but you could tell it was partially forced.

“yep! yeah, I'm… I'm good.”

he looked down at his drink, using one hand to move the ice around with his straw while his chin rested on the other. he was definitely thinking about something, and you smirked devilishly as you realized what had happened.

“dan, baby. did you like that?”

he scoffed in response, trying to brush off whatever you had caught onto. “i have no idea what you're talking about.”

you nodded sarcastically but didn't push. he’d tell you when he wanted to. if he wanted to.

a few silent moments passed before he spoke up.

“okay fine. yes. it felt… it felt really nice. cold as hell at first but when it started melting…” his eyes glazed over for a brief few seconds, as if he was getting lost in his own thoughts and unsure of how to even word what he wanted to tell you. “i want to feel it again. more of it… everywhere.”

you felt the excitement grow inside you and the ideas began pouring into your mind. it wasn't often that danny’s submissive side came through, but you were hoping you'd get to see it later.

suddenly, you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

-- --

when the two of you walked into your house later on, you turned to danny and uttered a command.

“go upstairs, get undressed, and lay on the bed. i'll be up in a minute.”

he swallowed thickly, not admitting how much he loved when you took charge. he nodded and rushed upstairs, not wanting to delay what you had planned any longer than necessary. of course he didn't quite know much about your plans, and that made it considerably more fun for you.

walking into the kitchen you grabbed a small bowl and filled it with ice, trying to be as quiet as possible as to not give anything away just yet.

as you walked up the stairs to your shared bedroom, you heard shuffling and the sound of danny flopping onto the bed. you giggled at the thought of your boyfriend launching himself onto the bed, but you composed yourself, trying to maintain the dominant attitude you only brought out from time to time.

you almost gave up the second you saw him on the bed. his tan body was completely bare and his hands rested behind his head as he leaned on the pillows. he looked impeccable. you took the time to stare at his taught muscles, breathing shallow as he flexed them under your gaze.

you placed the bowl on the nightstand and walked over to the closet, reaching to grab four of danny's ties.

he eyed the bowl to his left curiously, slowly figuring out what you were going to do, but still confused.

“angel? why are you taking those out?”

it was cute that he hadn't pieced things together entirely just yet. walking over to him, you piled the ties on the bed before grabbing one and taking his left wrist into your hand. his body heat sent a chill down your spine.

“i saw how you jumped at the diner earlier. i don't want you moving around for this and i have a strong feeling you might. consider it… taking precautions.”

you tied his wrist tightly to the headboard and moved around the bed to do the same to the other. danny watched your every move without commenting. it wasn't the first time you'd done this to him, but he certainly wasn't expecting you to tie his ankles to the bed. that… that was new.

once you were positive he was secure, you sat on the bed and leaned down to kiss him, only placing a single peck on his lips before grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you. he had no chance to protest before you spoke again.

“plus i have to admit. i fucking love seeing you tied down like this.”

his brows furrowed and he released a soft moan at your words, the sound bringing a smile to your face.

“pull on them for me.” you instructed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get out of his position unless you untied him. despite that, he tried, his cocky expression dropping the second he realized he truly couldn't release himself from his confines. he tugged a few more times, giving up after coming to terms with the fact that he really was stuck. you watched as his cock grew, clearly showing just how much he was already enjoying himself.

he huffed a breath and you chuckled. “act as frustrated as you want, lover boy. your body’s giving you away.”

you stripped down to your bra and underwear, a royal blue lace set danny adored, and while you hadn't put it on this morning with this in mind, you were beyond glad you did.

“untie me, angel, let me worship that perfect body of yours.” he was practically begging for it, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

shaking your head, you crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs. you were almost tempted to grind on them, his thighs being a weakness of yours, but you held back. tonight wasn't going to be about you, and the pleasure you'd get would come from watching danny fall apart by your hands.

“you know, i thought you might have been messing around earlier, when you got quiet and focused on how that little ice cube felt on your body.” you picked up one of the cubes from the bowl and held it in front of him, seeing his eyes dilate the slightest bit. “but you really liked it, didn't you, dan?”

he nodded rapidly, his eyes never leaving the ice in your hand. when it began melting, the water dripping down your wrist, you stuck your tongue out and slowly licked it up. danny whimpered at the sight. he had no idea why that small action turned him on so much, but he knew it would be burned in his head for quite some time.

“words, my love, or i'll spend the next few hours edging you until you're begging for me to make you cum.”

“yes, yes! i liked it. it felt so, so good. please baby, no more teasing. I'm so hard it hurts.”

how could you deny him when the words sounded so delicious falling off his tongue?

you replaced the ice in your hand with one that had yet to start melting and moved it slowly around his body, starting at his left wrist and trailing it up his arm and across his collarbones. he let out a hiss at the chill, but quickly got used to the feeling, letting himself enjoy the way it melted on his skin.

as another thought popped into your head, you stood up from the bed, confusion sweeping your sweet boy’s face again until he watched you remove your underwear and straddle him once more, slowly grinding against him.

danny moaned at the feeling of your bare pussy dragging along his cock. you were soaked, and he hadn't even touched you. the thought of you getting off on this just as much as he was made him throb. all he wanted was to lift your hips and slam you down onto him so he could fuck you senseless. it was aggravating that he couldn't do exactly that.

you picked up another piece of ice, this time placing it on the side of his throat, mesmerized by how it melted and dripped down. you hovered over him, your lips just two inches from his own and you smirked as he lifted his head to kiss you. not giving him the chance, you shifted and moved your head to his neck, kissing just under his ear where it drove him crazy, then moving to lick a long stripe up to collect the water on your tongue.

he groaned, his eyes shutting and his hips making a feeble attempt to thrust up. you repeated the action on the other side of his neck, reveling in the sounds he made.

danny had always been vocal in bed, never too shy to let you hear the pleasure he felt, and you thanked the gods for it constantly.

once that piece had completely melted, you moved up to properly kiss him. if he could hold you by your head and keep your lips connected to his, he would've. nothing compared to how your soft lips felt on his. you slid your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss as you continued grinding against him, your slick coating his erection. it would've been so easy to slide down onto him, but you were feeling a bit sadistic and the idea of watching him writhe beneath you had your body flooding with heat.

while lost in your thoughts, danny bit softly on your bottom lip, pulling a moan from you that allowed him to slide his own tongue into your mouth. you sucked on it, as if it was his cock instead, and both of you simultaneously moaned, the same image appearing in your heads.

danny pulled back slightly, just enough to be able to speak to you.

“angel, please. i can't take anymore of this, let me fuck you. let me make you scream my name.”

his breathing was labored as he spoke, feeling beyond worked up already. you sucked small marks into the skin of his throat and nipped at it once he was done talking.

“no, I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

you picked up another piece of ice and sat up, giving you access to his chest. danny watched as you moved it around his torso at an agonizingly slow pace. he opened his mouth to speak, ready to beg even more, but the words died on his tongue as you swirled the ice around one of his nipples, his breath hitching and then coming out as a soft moan.

you looked up at him, seeing his eyes squeezed shut and his bottom lip between his teeth. “oh… you liked that?”

he nodded rapidly. “yeah. fuck, please do it again. please angel.”

as you moved to repeat the action, you took extra time, letting the chill of the ice make a home on his chest longer than before. his breathing sped up, his chest rising and falling rapidly. when the ice melted this time, you bent down, staring directly into your boyfriend's eyes and sticking your tongue out to lick the water off of his skin. you swirled your tongue around his nipple, gently pulling it into your mouth to suck on it. danny tossed his head back and groaned loudly, uttering a string of curses under his breath.

while he was distracted, you shifted your hips, lifting them before sliding his cock completely into your heat.

“fuck!” he shouted, completely caught off guard.

he felt like he was floating on air. all of his senses being overwhelmed and all he could think about was you. the feeling of you clenching around him, sucking him in every time you bounced on top of him. all he wanted was to be able to grab onto your hips and fuck up into you. he wanted to push his cock as deep as he possibly could, his large hands leaving bruises from the grip on your skin.

“untie me. fucking hell please untie me.”

you knew how frustrated he was, and you figured he’d had enough. not to mention you felt the dominance fully drain from your body the second you began riding him. you’d had your fun, now it was his turn.

you nodded and undid the ties on his wrists as quickly as you could, not bothering with the ties on his ankles. the second he was free, his hands found purchase on your waist, pulling you down harder onto him and forcing a scream out of you.

“danny! fuck!” you tossed your head back at the pleasure, the only sounds coming out of your mouth being his name and repeated moans. you felt your orgasm approaching and between the angle of danny's thrusts and the intensity of his cock driving in and out of you, you knew you wouldn't last long.

“i can feel you squeezing my cock, angel, fuck. you feel so fucking good, so tight and warm. this pussy was made for me. all fucking mine.” he sounded animalistic, and you could tell by the way his pace picked up that he was just as close as you were. in all honesty you were shocked he'd lasted this long, given how worked up he had gotten.

“danny, fuck danny I'm-”

“i know, angel, i know. cum for me. cum all over my cock.”

his words were your breaking point, pushing you over the edge and triggering your release. after a few more thrusts, danny came with a moan of your name, throwing his head back into the pillows beneath him.

you collapsed onto his chest, catching your breath and enjoying the feeling of danny’s hands softly caressing your back. you would've fallen asleep if he hadn't picked you up to place you next to him, a soft whimper flowing from both of you as he slipped out of your pussy.

you began drifting off to sleep while danny sat up to untie his ankles, the last thing you heard being danny mumbling, “oh yeah, definitely doing that again.”

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[hearts-hunger]

go where true love goes || danny wagner x reader

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Summary: Danny's tired after a show, and you take good care of him.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genre: fluff | Word Count: 2.8k | Warnings: aside from a few spicy remarks, none!

A/N: Literally all I could think about after the Birmingham show was taking care of Danny, and this fic is the product. I hope you like it! ♡

“Hiya, sweetheart!”

You jumped when Josh came out from behind one of the tech curtains backstage, all decked out in bedazzled sunglasses and a feather boa. He laughed when he saw he’d successfully scared you and gave a playfully offended “ow!” when you hit his shoulder.

“Why do you always do that?” you asked, though you couldn't really stay mad at him for it. He got such a kick out of it that you could almost endure it just for his laughter.

He grinned. “Why do you always get scared? You should be prepared for me to jump out of a shadowy corner every time you come backstage.”

You shook your head and gave him an exasperated smile. “You wouldn't like it as much if I didn’t get scared.”

He laughed. “That’s true.” He turned and took his sunglasses off to better see in the dark backstage area. 

“Dan’s over there talking to someone about his kit,” he said. He turned back to you with an overly-dramatized air of indifference. “I assume you came back here for him and not for me.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Sure I came back for you, Joshy. I thought you were great tonight. You always are.”

He gave you a bashful grin. “Thanks, honey.” He nodded towards his best friend. “You really should go see Dan, though — he looks wiped. You might want to take him home early.”

You gave Josh’s shoulder an affectionate pat where you’d hit him earlier as you made your way over to your boyfriend. You weaved through stage assistants and equipment until you found him, waiting at the wings while he talked to a roadie about his drum kit. He saw you and you smiled at him; he gave you a little smile in return before going back to his conversation.

Josh was right; he did look tired. You knew their shows took all of the boys’ energy and then some, but the response they got from the crowd usually buoyed them enough to prompt an after-show hangout to let the adrenaline wear off. Tonight, though, Danny had given it a hundred and ten percent for the whole show, and you could tell was exhausted.

When he finished his conversation, he turned to find you; you went over to him and melted at the relief in his expression when he saw you.

“Hi, baby,” you cooed, going up on your tiptoes to give him a hug. He gave a soft groan as he hugged you, wanting to relax against you but too tense and sore to really enjoy it.

“Hi,” he said softly. He buried his face in your neck. “I’m really tired.”

You combed your fingers through his hair. “I know you are, sweetheart. I’m gonna take you home, okay?”

He nodded, and you held him for a few more seconds before you brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his cheek.

“Let me tell the boys we’re leaving,” you said. He pulled back to let you go, and you smiled as you saw pink boa feathers stuck in his curls.

He smiled too. “What?”

You gently took the feathers out of his hair and let them drift to the ground. “You’re all feathery.”

He laughed. “Yeah, they were everywhere tonight. The fans love ‘em, though.”

They certainly did, and you’d enjoyed hearing the group of girls closest to you in the pit give delighted cheers when the boas and sunglasses were brought out. 

Danny angled away from you and muffled a few coughs in the crook of his arm.

“‘Scuse me,” he said, his voice hoarse.

You ran a sympathetic hand up and down his arm. “The smoke’s getting to you?” Between the pyrotechnics and the haze of weed and vape smoke in the air, you weren’t surprised to see it was bothering him.

He nodded and bottled another cough in his chest. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay, honey,” you said gently. “You don't have to apologize. Let me go say goodbye to the boys, and then we’ll get you home.”

Not wanting to leave Danny for long, you let him go to the dressing room to get his change of clothes and his phone while you hunted the Kiszkas down. You found Jake first, right where you knew he would be; he was tending to his guitar, replacing a broken string before he put it away.

“You know the roadies will do that for you if you let them,” you said. 

Jake looked up at your voice and smiled. “Yeah, but you know I’m particular.”

He wasn’t, really; he was as easygoing as they came, and everyone loved that about him. But you knew the truth was that he’d worry about his guitar getting hurt or lost if he didn’t slowly and methodically put it away himself, and the roadies were happy to hand over that responsibility to Jake.

He straightened as he closed the case and latched it. “D’you find Danny yet?”

You nodded. “I’m taking him home. He’s tired.”

“I know,” Jake agreed. “I could tell just by looking at him towards the end of the set, but he didn’t let it slow him down.”

You gave a soft smile. No, he hadn’t — Danny would keep steady for his best friends if it killed him. He also wanted to give the fans a good show, and as he’d done it despite his flagging energy, you knew only those closest to him had been able to tell he was reaching his limit.

“You two killed Weight of Dreams,” you said, pride and affection in your voice. “I don't care what anyone says, that song belongs to the two of you.”

Jake grinned. “Thank you. I thought it was pretty good tonight too.”

He grabbed his guitar case and walked with you towards the dressing room, and Sam caught up with you on the way.

“Hey, you got Danny?” he asked you.

You realized that all three of the Kiszkas had been worried about their little brother, and the reminder that they loved Danny more than anything made your heart squeeze. They also seemed to think that you were the one best suited to take care of him, or at least the person Danny would want most when he was exhausted, and it made you happy to know you were Danny’s first choice when he needed somewhere to rest.

“Yeah,” you told Sam. “I got him. We’re headed out in just a minute.”

The three of you came into the dressing room to find Danny sprawled out on the couch with an arm over his eyes and Josh perched on the armrest, drinking something that was likely alcoholic as his free hand idly played with Danny’s curls.

Josh smiled when he saw you. “Daniel,” he said. “Your sweetheart’s here.”

Danny let his arm drop and looked over at you. He gave you a weak smile.

“Hi, my sweetheart.”

You melted. “Hi, honey.” You crossed to him, and Josh moved from his perch to give you room. “You ready to go home?”

He nodded, wincing as he sat up. You knew he was sore from drumming for two hours straight, but it usually didn’t bother him as much as it seemed to tonight.

“Alright, boys,” you said, taking Danny's hand as he stood. “I’m taking my hunk back home. Are you staying here for a while or going out?”

They gave an identical set of Kiszka shrugs.

“Dunno yet,” Sam said. “You know us, though.”

You smiled. “Always finding some trouble to get into, yes, I know.” You and Danny started towards the door. “Text me when you’re on your way home so I don’t worry.”

“Yes, mom,” Jake teased, though you knew they liked it when you fussed over them. 

You led Danny out to your car, and he was quiet as you walked. You wondered if he was feeling under the weather in addition to just being tired from the show and ran your thumb over his knuckles, hoping to comfort him.

“Are you feeling okay, love?” you asked when you were headed home. You looked over at him, and it was sweet and a little heartbreaking to see your giant boyfriend curled up in the passenger seat. 

“I’m alright,” he said, giving you a tired smile. “I don’t mean to make you worry, mama.”

You smiled back at him. “I know, but it's okay if I worry for you, and it's okay if you need me to worry for you a little bit. It just seems like this one took it out of you.”

He sighed. “A little,” he admitted. “I don’t know — all of a sudden I feel worn out.” He looked bashful, then. “I’m sorry if you wanted to stay and had to take me home instead.”

You held out your hand and he took it.

“I don’t mind, sweetheart,” you said. “I’m happy to take you home and cuddle you until you feel better. The boys can party enough for both of us.”

He chuckled. “Now, you’re right about that.”

He was quiet for a while, and you softly sang along to the Cat Stevens playlist you’d put on.

“The moment you walked inside my door, I knew that I need not look no more — I go where true love goes.”

He squeezed your hand. “I like it when you sing Cat Stevens to me, honey.”

You blushed. “My voice isn't as good as yours.”

He shook his head. “Your voice is beautiful, love. It’s my favorite sound in the world next to your laugh. Well, that, and when you...”

You glanced over at him. “And when I what?”

He smirked. “You don't know?”

You blushed deeper. “Daniel,” you scolded, though you didn’t mean it. Even dog-tired, your boyfriend was ever the charmer.

He laughed. “I shouldn't tease. I do love how you sound when I take you to bed, but I think all I’d be able to do tonight is tease and not deliver.”

“I don't mind,” you said sincerely. “Besides, we’ve got all day tomorrow to stay in bed.”

He gave you a crooked smile. “Even with the boys right next door?”

You laughed. The five of you had gotten an AirBnB together, as you often did while they were on tour, and there was an unspoken understanding that any and all sorts of activities could be going on in the separate bedrooms.

“Like they've never heard us before,” you teased.

He scrunched his nose adorably. “Don’t remind me.”

When you got to your AirBnB, a cute little house away from the hustle and bustle of the city, you told Danny to go ahead and get in the shower as you got your things out of the car. He protested and insisted on carrying in your bags for you, and as it always was, his chivalry was welcome and very sweet.

In your bedroom, Danny attempted to take his jewelry off before he got in the shower, but he quickly got frustrated with it. He tried to pull his hair up, but a curl snagged on the clasp of his necklace and pulled the pendant up against his throat.

“Damn it,” he growled, yanking the necklace back. 

“Danny, sweetheart,” you soothed, covering your hand with his before he broke his necklace. “Relax. Let me help.”

You gently pushed at his shoulder to turn him around, and you unclasped his necklace before you took the hair tie from your own hair.

“Tilt your head back,” you said.

He did as you said, and you pulled his hair back into a bun to get it out of his way.

“Let’s take off the rest of your jewelry,” you said, stepping in front of him again. He let you take off his rings, bracelets, and earrings, looking more relaxed as you put them on the dresser with his necklace.

“There,” you said, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “All done.”

“Sorry,” he said. His voice was tired and hoarse, guilty for getting frustrated. “Thank you.”

“That’s okay, my love,” you said gently. “Happy to help. Go get a shower, okay?”

He gave you a gentle kiss and did as you said. While he got a shower, you brought his pajamas into the bathroom for him and went to put on a kettle. You didn’t offer to come in the shower with him, and he didn’t ask — though you both liked showering together, you knew he needed a few minutes to be alone and decompress.

You’d just started to steep his chamomile tea when he came out in his cosy flannel pajama pants.

“If you wanted to see me shirtless, you should have just asked.”

You laughed, his charming smile a cute contrast to his towel-wrapped hair. 

“I was going to put your lotion on you,” you said. “But I’ll admit I don’t mind seeing you shirtless.” You'd thoroughly enjoyed ogling him when he took his shirt off in the middle of the set, and you liked it even more when it was just you enjoying the view.

“Feel better?” you asked.

“Tons.” He gratefully accepted the mug of tea you handed him. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” You steered him back to your bedroom and had him sit on the edge of the bed while you got out the CBD salve you took with you to every show. You'd tried it first as a joke, kind of, but you found it soothed the ache in his muscles and made his skin smell of sweet menthol.

He gave a sigh of relief when you started to massage it into his shoulders. “You’re an angel.”

You smiled. “I’m glad it’s helping.”

You took your time massaging the salve into his sore arms and shoulders, kneading the places you knew hurt the most. He relaxed completely under your hands, warm and soft and pliant against you.

You peppered kisses across his freckled shoulders. “I love you, Danny.”

He hummed and rested his head against yours for a moment. “I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for taking good care of me.”

It was a pleasure and a privilege to love him like this, to take care of him when he needed a little extra loving. Danny was selfless and kind to you all the time, and you cherished the moments you got to give him back the love he gave you so generously.

You took the towel from his hair and dried his curls, finger-combing through them as you admired their beauty. Danny had beautiful hair, and it was lucky that he liked you to play with it as much as you did.

When he'd finished his tea, he let you take his mug from him and put it in the sink. You were pleased to find he’d gotten into bed like you'd told him to, and you got under the covers next to him and snuggled up to him.

He gave a contented sigh as he pulled you close. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

You brushed his hair back from his face, giving him little kisses across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, anywhere you could reach.

You felt his smile. “You sure are a sweet little thing, aren’t you?”

You gave a soft laugh. “Only for you, lover. I’m glad you’re feeling better. I’m sorry this show made you so tired.”

“I’m not,” he said. “Well, not really. We did a great job tonight, and you make everything better. It’s worth it.”

You brushed your thumb over his jaw. “Let me take care of you forever, Danny. Promise.”

He turned his head and kissed your fingers. “I promise, mama. If you let me take care of you, too.”

“You always do, my love.”

He snuggled close to you, fighting a losing battle with his exhaustion as he tucked his head under your chin.

“I want to talk to you,” he said, and interrupted himself with a yawn. “I miss you.”

You knew what he meant. When the boys were on tour, it was sometimes hard to find time to just be together.

“I miss you too,” you said softly. “But I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. You can go to sleep. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

He breathed a laugh. “You’d better be. I’m planning on taking extra good care of you tomorrow.”

A low, familiar warmth curled in your belly, and you knew it would keep for tomorrow. You smiled.

“My sleepy casanova,” you teased gently. You combed your fingers though his hair like you knew he liked. “I love you.”

He kissed your collarbone. “I love you too.”

You held him as he drifted off to sleep, listening to the comforting sound of his slow, even breaths and cuddled close to his steady warmth. Eventually, sleep pulled at you too, and your last thought before you fell asleep was that there was no better thing on earth than taking care of the man you loved and falling asleep in his arms.

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Dirty Little Secret

danny wagner x fem!reader

Summary: You are forced to make a confession to Danny.

rating: 18 +

warnings: being obsessed with Danny’s nose (naturally), oral (fem receiving), slight overstimulation

A/N: smut below under the cut (read more tab)

One of the best things about you and Danny's relationship was how open you were to each other. From the very beginning, you had wordlessly made promises to always be open to each other, even in difficult situations. You had only been together for about five months, and you personally had never felt like you had to keep anything from him.

There was, however, one teensy thing you had yet to tell him.

It was dumb, really. An obsession you had developed before you two had even gotten together, one that you had told yourself you'd be taking to the grave.

It was his face. More specifically, his nose. You stared at it more than any other part of him, like, an embarrassing amount. You found yourself staring at his nose whenever you could, your attention drifting from his eyes to his nose whenever he talked. It was always a quick glance because you figured if he caught you staring, he'd tease you about it.

You two had gone out to some house party for one of Danny's friends. You had split off from his side to use the bathroom, and when you had come back, you found yourself taking a pause as you spotted Danny from across the room. He was talking to someone, a cup in his hand. From where you stood, you caught sight of his side profile, perfect as always. And, of course, your eyes were drifted attention to that damn nose. The only thing that had broken you from your entrancement was the fact that his side profile had changed, because he had spotted you out of the corner of his eye. A chill ran through your body - you had been caught. His eyebrows quirked ever so slightly in confusion before he made quickly excused himself from the conversation and made his way over to you. You smiled up at him, trying to play it cool.

The hand that wasn't currently occupied by a drink came to your side, gently guiding your body closer to his. He tilted his head down slightly, his lips against your ear. "Ready to go?" he asked quietly.

You cursed yourself for the way your body reacted, betraying you at the simple kind act. You felt like a freak, getting all hot and bothered under his touch. You nodded, expecting him to take your hand and lead you back to the car, but instead he stayed there for a moment, his mouth near your face. His head tilted slightly, and you felt it, that fucking nose, pressing lightly against your cheek.

Fuck.

He hummed against your skin before giving you a quick peck on the cheek and finally setting his drink down, saying some quick goodbyes before taking you out to where his car was parked.

The drive home was quiet, but your mind was racing. Had he seen you staring? You nervously fiddled with your hands in your lap while Danny hummed along to the song playing from the radio. Your eyes were focused on the sights outside the car, taking not of the streets, counting down the time until you were home. You were maybe 5 minutes away when you felt Danny's hand settle on your thigh, squeezing gently. Now, your entire body felt like it was on fire, the evidence surely noticeable through flushed cheeks.

When you arrived home, you got out of the car as fast as possible, hurrying to the door and inside, leaving Danny behind. You instantly barricaded yourself in the bathroom, removing your clothes and hopping into the shower, making sure it was cold enough to wash away the sinful thoughts from your mind. You emerged from the bathroom thirty minutes later, a towel wrapped around you as you shivered slightly from the cold.

Danny was waiting for you on the edge of the bed, having changed out of his nicer outing clothes into a pair of sweatpants and an old band tee. You smiled at him and moved around the room to your dresser, changing into some pajamas.

"Are you mad at me?"

You paused, looking over at Danny. He was still seated on the edge of the bed, a small frown on his face. You made your way over to him, crouching in front of him and putting a comforting hand on his thigh.

"Why would you think that honey?" you asked quietly, staring up into his eyes. .

A sigh left his lips before he began rambling, "Well, everything was fine at the party, then you looked like you wanted to leave, so we did leave and then you didn't talk the entire car ride here and then you just run away-" he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes finally meeting yours. You felt his sadness, it washed over you like a wave. 

You quickly shook your head. “No... no, baby, that wasn’t it at all, I promise!” You gently took his hands in yours and guided him to pivot to face the headboard. You took a seat across from him, gently squeezing his hands. “I promise you baby, you did nothing wrong. I had a good time tonight, I swear.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. “Well... then what’s wrong? What can I do to help?”

His eyes weren’t sad anymore, instead, hopeful. He really did want to help, but then again, he didn’t know what had gotten you so worked up. You looked down at his hands, your fingers skimming his. “It’s... your nose.”

“I’m sorry?”

Your face dove down, hiding in your hands over your lap. “God... I’m such a weirdo, aren’t I? You can laugh, it’s okay.” You groaned.

His hand was suddenly on your shoulder, warm and heavy. “Honey, look at me.”

You obeyed, of course, raising your head and dropping your arms to your side. Danny was staring you down and you felt your body heating up again. His hand cradled your cheek, then mouthed downwards to graze over your collarbones. He gently applied pressure and you took the signal, laying down on your back. He crawled over you, smiling before dipping his head down to kiss your neck. You could feel your heart hammering away in your chest, your body completely on fire as his lips worked around your neck and collarbone, moving down to lift up your shirt a little, skipping your breasts and moving straight to your stomach, kissing the soft skin there. You gasped as he placed a gentle kiss to the skin right above the hem of your shorts, his fingers hooking into your waistband to pull them down. He slowly pulled them down, his eyes never leaving yours. He began to gently graze your thighs with his mouth. You couldn’t ignore the burning desire in you any longer. Your hand took Danny’s hand that was gripping your hip off and guided it to your panties, hoping he would get the message. His lips came off your thighs, both his hands now gently hooked around the hem of your panties.

This was new territory, both of you knew that. You had made out plenty of times, but had both agreed to take the relationship slow, so the sex part hadn’t come yet. He tugged at the slightly, then stopped, his lips melting into a soft smile. 

“Can I? Please?”

Your heart melted as you nodded. “Yes,” you breathed out.

He wasted no time, yanking your panties down and burying his face in your heat. A gasp escaped your lips; this hadn’t been the energy you were expecting. Danny was your gentle giant, a perfect gentleman. But the moment his mouth came into contact with your core, he acted like a starved animal. Absolutely feral and scandalous. He started by giving your clit attention, lips instantly latching on to suckle you. Your back arched slightly, your hips thrusting up into the air before Danny’s strong hands latching on to center you back to the mattress. Your hands moved to his hair, gathering it and holding it tight to keep it out of Danny’s face. His mouth detached from your clit, and you let out a shamelessly pathetic whine, hips struggling to move upwards to his mouth. He chuckled lowly before moving slightly lower, the sensation of his warm mouth consuming you as his tongue worked against you. His tongue lazily stroked at your entrance, and you let yourself melt into the mattress, the pleasure that had been ebbing away in you slowly building up. That’s when you felt it: that goddamn nose. You looked down and saw the sexual darkness in his eyes, and it hit you that it was intentional. He experimentally moved his head, his mouth never leaving you, watching your face to see when his nose would hit that oh-so-perfect spot. And when it did? Chaos.

His eyes drifted close as he began to shake his head back and forth, his nose bumping against your clit back and forth in a delicious manor. Thank God Danny was so strong because his body thrashed against the mattress, the sensations becoming too much. The pleasure became white hot as he brought you closer to the edge, working at a rapid place against you now. Your orgasm came hard, crashing over you and drowning you like a wave. The obscene sounds leaving your lips didn’t stop as Danny continued on, lost in the taste of you. 

Your body jolted; feet planted against the mattress in an attempt to slide away from him. He looked up at you in confusion, his mouth hovering above his heat. 

You chuckled weakly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “J-just sensitive, that’s all.”

He sat up, rubbing your thighs gently. He gently pressed you down again, your head resting against the pillows, and retrieved your panties from the foot of the bed to slide them back up your body. He laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around you. You noticed the bulge in his sweatpants and your hand gently trailed his down his stomach. You were stopped by his hand enveloping your wrist, stopping you in place. 

“You don’t have to, honey, it’s okay.” Danny said softly, looking down at you.

You shook your head, a grin on your face. You moved to straddle his hips, your hands cradling his face gently. Your mouth moved to his neck, mirroring his actions from earlier. A moan rumbled from his chest, his hands gripping your hips.

“Honey?”

You hummed in response, suckling harshly against his neck, sure to leave marks.

“I love you so much.”

You pulled back, your thumb stroking his cheek as you looked at him in adoration. “I love you too, baby.”

His fingers stroked at your sides, and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Well, since you were so honest with me... maybe it’s time I come clean about something myself.”

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A/N: my first GVF smut, hope you all enjoy! Likes, comments, and shares are very appreciated :) my requests are open and welcome !!!

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[t-marveland]

𝐗-𝐌𝐞𝐧 | kurt wagner

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 75

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Tu avais rendez-vous avec Kurt cependant, il n'est jamais venu. Tu le cherchas dans tout le manoir lorsque tu le vis assis sur un sofa en train de lire en livre et de boire une tasse de thé.

❝━ Kurt !❞

Il se tourna vers toi.

❝━ Qu'est ce qui se passe ? Demanda-t-il calmement.

━ Ça fait plus d'une heure que je t'attends !❞

Ces yeux s'écarquillèrent et il réalisa son erreur.

[weightofkiszka]

𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 5

Pairings: Danny Wagner x f!reader

word count: 1,074

warnings: angst, lying, yelling, arguing

DANIEL'S POV

The weeks after Nikki had shown up to Sam's house were filled with doctors appointments, time with Y/N, and lots of thinking. You had come to the conclusion that while you weren't ready to be a father, you'd do your best to care for the baby. Y/N had stayed with you even when you thought she would walk away. The two of you made it very clear to Nikki that you were together, and she understood completely. In her words she "Had no feelings for you, but knew it was best you were in your child's life."

She started spending time with Sam and grew close to him. Y/N had begun slowly moving into your apartment and adding her own touch to it. You were thankful for her, she assured everything was going to be okay. Until it wasn't.

SAM'S POV

"So, how did you and Danny meet? He never did talk about you very much." You had your arm around Nikki's shoulders. You would be lying if you said you didn't have some type of feelings for her. She was beautiful and everything you wanted in a woman.

"Oh we met on Tinder. It was supposed to be a one night thing but we spent a lot of time together and I wasn't ready for a relationship at the time. I thought I had feelings for him a while ago but I think I was just confused."

You nodded and turned to look her in the eyes. "He hadn't mentioned you for months though, so when did you find out you were pregnant? How far along are you?" You eyes went straight to her stomach, already protruding from her slender frame. "About 12-15 weeks so far. Although, can I tell you something that's a secret? The baby really isn't Danny's. I know who the father is, but Danny hurt me. This was the only way I knew how to get him back. Even though he's with her he's still in my life."

Her words made you feel guilty. You had kept her around and it was a horrible thing you could've done. You had to tell Danny. But you didn't know how.

Y/N POV

Danny had you pinned to the wall and was kissing down your neck and chest when his phone rang. You reached into his back pocket and pulled his phone out, seeing as it was Sam calling you answered, letting Daniel continue to have his moment.

"Hello Sammy boy!"

"Hey Y/N, is Dan there? There's something I have to tell him."

"Yea he's here, just a little...busy"

Sam sighed into the phone before saying "Just get him over here as soon as possible please. It's kinda urgent. And it has to do with Nikki"

You hung up the phone and pulled Danny's face up to look at you. "We gotta go to Sammy's Baby. Something is going on with Nikki." He nodded and got the both of you out of the door as quickly as possible. The only thing on his mind was that she was having complications with the pregnancy. The drive was short and silent. You knew he was panicking but trying to be calm. You reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. "It'll be okay. Everything is gonna be okay my love. I promise"

He turned into Sam's driveway and had his jeep stopped and was on Sammy's porch in a matter of seconds before he let himself in. You walked in behind him and saw Nikki sitting on one of the stools by the kitchen island. She had been crying. Sam was on the opposite side of the kitchen leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

"Tell them. Tell both of them exactly what you told me." He had a touch of coldness in his voice. You'd never seen Sam this upset at anyone, he was so full of love and understanding for all.

Nikki sat up straight but was unable to look anyone in the eyes. "I don't think I should. I don't want to hurt anyone." Sam rolled his eyes and chewed on the inside of his cheek. "You should've thought about that when you told me that the baby wasn't even Daniel's."

Her eyes shot up and went straight to Sam's face but you stood there frozen. "Sam, tell me this is a sick joke." You heard Danny's voice in a new way. You'd never heard or seen him upset, aside from the few times Sam had annoyed him enough that he would raise his voice a tiny bit but never too loud.

"The baby isn't yours. She knows who the real father is and thought this was the best way to keep you in her life. She went so far as to tell me to keep it a secret but I thought you should know right away."

You watched as Daniel clenched his fists and took in a deep breath. "What the fuck were you thinking? Did you really think that my best friend wouldn't tell me? You of all people know I'm definitely not ready for kids. I want to at least be married to Y/N before I think about children."

The sentence brought a light blush to your cheeks, but this was most definitely not the time to ask him about it. You made a mental note to ask at a later time. Nikki started sobbing harder and pleading for forgiveness. "Please Danny! Forgive me please! You walked out on me when I thought I loved you and I need you!"

"Get out. Get out. Get out. Get the fuck out of my life! I don't want you and you know that! Get out and stay away!" He screamed at her and it frightened you. You looked at Sam with wide eyes, his equally as wide. Neither of you had ever heard Daniel yell aside from when he was being playful, which was most certainly not the case at this current moment. The three of you watched as Nikki got up and ran to the door, turning to look back at Daniel.

"GO!", Sam told her, his voice stern. She slammed the door behind her making you flinch. "Bird, I'm sorry you saw me upset. I need time to myself right now, I'll be back soon. I love you." You nodded and hugged him gently before watching him walk out the door.

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