#Danny fic
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Let's Share (full version)
Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!Reader x Josh Kiszka
Summary: You're undeniably Danny's but, he doesn't mind sharing.
Word Count: 3.7k+
Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) Unprotected sex, rough sex, little bit of m!dom/f!sub roles, serious praise kink, a little spitting, pussy slapping, squirting, a teensy bit between Danny and Josh, perhaps a tinge of jealousy, a little cum play and breeding kink mixed in there.
a/n: This is pure filth, ya'll. And I'm not sorry one bit. ;)
ENJOY. 🤍
Danny has always been so good about making sure your every need, want and desire is met. You’ve never once questioned his devotion to you. He never denies you a single thing. He’s wrapped tight around your finger, doing any and everything he can to ensure your every happiness.
The two of you have talked about adding a guest to your most intimate times for a while now. A little fantasy of yours, if you will. You’ve always relished in the thought of Danny sharing you with someone while making it undoubtedly clear that you belong to him, and only him. Danny quite likes the idea, too. The idea of showing you off, of showing off what’s his. It turns him on endlessly.
As far as who would be joining you, there wasn’t much question for either one of you.
You’ve always been a little flirty with Josh. A little handsy, too. The two of you have always had this understanding that it was purely platonic. But…you’d be deceiving yourself if you didn’t acknowledge your deep desires, if you pushed down your undeniable attraction to him. You know that sometimes you take it too far, you push your limits a little further each time he’s around. Danny never seems to mind too much. He’s rest assured in the fact that he’s the one taking you home every night. His name is the one you’re screaming over and over again in the mix of your bedsheets.
No, he never minds. Well, except for this one little incident a few months back. You, Josh and Danny had been driving around all day in Danny’s convertible, enjoying the wonderful springtide. You were sitting in the backseat directly behind Josh while Danny manned the wheel. Josh was in charge of playing the music, but had to use Danny’s phone to play it from. You were feeling particularly risqué, and decided to send a slew of raunchy text messages to Danny’s phone, knowing good and damn well that Josh would be the one to read them.
You will surely never forget the look on Josh’s face as you watched him in the side view mirror. His smug, lazy grin that crept on the side of his mouth deliciously as he read each dirty thing you sent. He had to shift himself in his seat a few times for what you can only assume was due to a growing issue in his lap. You had him right where you wanted him.
Each text you sent grew more and more vulgar, until Danny finally caught on as he happened to catch a glimpse of one of your little messages while sitting at a stoplight.
He turned to look at you, glaring eyes making heated contact with yours. He was pissed. And you got the exact reaction you wanted.
He fucked you absolutely senseless that night. Your vulgarity towards Josh brought out his dominant and possessive side.
Soon after the little incident, you both had decided it was time to ask Josh to join. Of which, he happily obliged.
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Tonights the night you’ve been anxiously awaiting. You have no idea what to expect, and that’s the fun part.
You’re standing before the two men in your black lingerie set that leaves very little to the imagination.
“Come here.” Danny says, his finger wagging you towards him.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that? And you’re all mine. But tonight, I’m going to share you. Because sharing is caring, isn't that right, sweetheart?” His lips meet your neck, leaving you breathless both at the feeling of his wet lips and his words.
“Y-yes, Danny…”
“Good girl. Just one more thing.” He lightly grabs your throat while summoning Josh over. “You know what you’re supposed to call me, and it isn’t Danny. Let me hear you say it.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Ah, there you go. And what are you going to call Josh?”
“Sir.”
“Good girl.”
His lips come crashing into yours, his hand wrapped tightly in the hair at the base of your neck while the other moves gently up and down your arm.
You feel a presence from behind as Josh makes his way in. His lips lightly peck the exposed skin on your upper back and shoulder as he sweeps away the hair falling out of Danny’s grasp, moving the strap of your bra down to gain better access.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, y/n.” His kisses move up as Danny maneuvers your head to expose your neck to Josh. “I’ve thought about this for so long…” he whispers between kisses “…only been able to dream about you…how you taste, how you feel, how you sound…”
Danny suddenly spins you around to face Josh, his body pressed firmly against your back.
“Give him some attention, baby.”
You lock eyes with him as you smile and bite your lower lip. He smiles back at you, his golden sunrise eyes now darkening to a dusk.
“Hi, y/n. M’gonna kiss you now, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” A hint of desperation present in your voice.
His soft lips collide with yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He hums and whimpers at the taste of you while he steals the breath from your lungs.
Danny moves the other strap of your bra still covering your shoulder as he leans down to lick a long and slow stripe up to your neck, ending at your earlobe that he pulls between his teeth, eliciting a moan from you straight into Josh's mouth that he happily swallows.
Danny's hands move down the expanse of your back and stop at the waistband of your panties. He plays with them a bit before slowly pulling them down your thighs. He bends down to help you lift your legs to take them off all the way, kissing the backs of your thighs on the way down. He stands back up and grabs your throat, pulling you away from Josh's mouth.
“Let’s show him how pretty you are.”
He leads you back to the bed where he sits, pulling you down to his lap facing forward. He lifts your legs up and holds them open, feet planted on his knees, leaving you fully exposed to Josh.
His hands slowly rub up and down your thighs. You’re trembling, shaking. You’re desperate for him to touch you. For Josh to touch you. You’re not above begging, and you’re almost to that point.
Josh is watching you with lust gracing his features as he palms his massive erection through his pants.
“She’s…she’s unbelievable, Danny..”
“Mmhm. She’s dripping, isn’t she?” His nose brushes up against the side of your head. You’re hardly breathing. You’re making a mess of Danny’s lap without hardly a single touch.
“Pretty girl need her pussy played with? Want Josh to watch you cum?”
His hand is hovering just above your soaking wet core, barely brushing over where you need his touch the most.
“Please sir, please..”
“Please what, doll?”
“Please make me cum…let Josh watch..”
You buck your hips to chase his hand. You’re trembling almost uncontrollably.
He pity’s you and wastes no more time. The pad of his finger begins tracing delicate circles over your clit.
“Look how pretty she is, Josh. All spread open like this. Her gorgeous, throbbing cunt…”
Josh is staring at you, bottom lip tucked in his mouth, eyes heavy while he continuously gropes his clothed cock that you want freed so badly as Danny’s toying with you.
“Fuck…you’re fucking perfect. Danny making you feel good, sweetheart?”
Danny’s fingers pick up in intensity, causing you to try and close your legs.
His palm comes cracking down on your aching pussy, driving out a yelp from you.
“Uh uh. Keep them open. Let him watch.”
He quickly drives his middle and ring fingers inside of you, your wetness making it an easy glide.
His fingers quicken to a breathtaking pace. The lewd sounds coming from you, Danny whispering, huffing and groaning in your ear, the beautiful indecency of Josh watching you get finger fucked, it's all becoming too much. You feel your stomach tightening, your skin tingling and heating, your imminent release creeping closer and closer when suddenly he pulls his fingers out. He scoffs and lands another slap to your throbbing core.
“What’s the rule, baby?” he says while placing far too gentle kisses to your temple.
“Ask…I have to ask to cum.” You're gulping in small breaths of air, trying to come down from what you know would’ve been an intense orgasm.
“That’s right. And what were you about to do?”
His fingers have returned to rubbing soft and slow circles around your clit. Your breathing becomes more and more hitched.
“I was about to cum, sir.”
“That’s what I thought. You’re going to ask me next time, got it? You ask Josh, too. And we’ll decide together if you can cum.”
“Yes, sir.” Your words are slurred whispers as you’ve become lost in the slow movements of Danny’s finger.
“Oh, poor baby. Her poor little cunt needs a kiss, Josh. Come over here and make her feel better.”
Josh eagerly makes his way to you, bending down, face level with your quivering and helplessly soaked cunt.
“Pretty, pretty girl. So pink. So lovely.” he says while kissing the insides of your thighs.
Danny’s fingers hold your dripping pussy open while he keeps you still on his lap, giving Josh full access to your most delicate spots.
Josh leans in, giving your clit an open mouthed kiss.
“She’s so swollen, Danny. I think you were a little rough on her.” He looks up at you with a wink as you smile back at him.
He delves in with his tongue, adding small flicks just under your clit. The sensation is nearly overwhelming in your exposed position.
Danny’s fingers create a v around Josh’s tongue, rubbing up and down your center until they meet your entrance. He pushes them in while Josh laps and sucks at you.
Here it is. You’re back in the throes of your ecstasy. Your body tremors as Danny keeps you still.
“F-fuck…sir, I- can I please cum?”
“Hm. What do you think, Josh? Has she earned it?”
Josh's tongue joins Danny’s fingers that are pounding into you without relent, simultaneously fucking into you with his tongue as he takes turns with Danny’s coated digits. He brings his thumb up to continue his attack on your sensitive clit, adding the missing touch to your impending peak.
“Cum for us, angel. All over my face and Danny’s hand. Make a beautiful, fucking mess.”
You’re instantly pulled into the trenches of your release, shaking uncontrollably, feeling your orgasm become all consuming. Every muscle in your body tenses as Danny continues to hold you still. You can’t speak, only strained wails manage to escape your lips. Josh works you through it, licking and kissing you to bring you back to this plane of existence. You look down at him to see that you had, in fact, made a fucking mess. His face is drenched with you, his mustache gleaming in the low light. All you can hear are mumbled praises from Danny.
“Ah, that’s my good girl. So fucking good, doll.”
“Oh, Danny…” Josh looks at you with the most loving admiration, marveling at his shared work “…we have to make her do that again.” His lips ghost over you, a slight overstimulation that you can’t escape from. His tongue works diligently to catch every drop of you that is covering your body, humming as he savors the taste.
He leans up, closing in on Danny, resting against the mess of sweaty curls plastered to his forehead. “She so fucking sweet, Danny…”
“Give me a taste..”
Danny holds his mouth open wide as Josh spits, then brings him in for a deep kiss as Danny purrs against his lips.
You watch them in sheer awe as this is turning you on beyond belief, but admittedly you’re missing their touch as you writhe against Danny’s lap.
“I think she’s feeling left out, Joshy..” He’s hardly speaking above a whisper. His voice is but a tantalizing, sultry tune.
“Come here, beautiful.” Danny leans in to you, tongue darting in your mouth. You taste the remainder of yourself mixed with the sweetness that is purely your Danny.
“Doing so good for us, y/n.” Josh says as his fingertips grace your neck.
Danny lifts you off his lap and lays you down on your back. His body travels down yours slowly, his mouth hovering just above your heated skin. He kisses just above your clit before leaning away from you completely.
“You know, Josh, she likes it a little rough,” He’s unbuckling his belt at an agonizingly slow pace. “likes to be fucked stupid. Her tight little cunt can take it…” He finally removes his pants completely, revealing his ridiculously hard, beautiful cock. “...can’t she, baby?”
Fuck. You love when he talks to you, about you, like this. And talking to Josh about you, no less. It’s lewd, it’s nasty, it’s fucking sexy. You’ve envisioned this more times that you can count.
Josh has followed suit in removing his clothing. His body is beautifully sculpted, a bit different from the Grecian god physique of your stunning Danny, but an image of mythology, nonetheless. You’ve seen his body before, but never like this. You can’t help but stare at his gorgeous, thick cock, thinking of all the ways you want him to use it with you.
Danny takes notice if your gazing as he sits on his knees next to your head, fist full of his cock.
“I think she likes what she sees, Josh.” He grabs your chin to point your gaze in his direction. “Like what you see? Want him to fuck you?” The tip of his cock slides ever so gently against your lips. All you can do is nod in agreement.
“Use your words, sweet girl.” Josh says as he begins to line himself up with you. “Tell me you want me to fuck you while you suck Danny’s cock. Tell me. Let us hear you say it, then we’ll give you what you want.” Josh's dominant side has finally emerged. You clench hard around nothing as he teases you with his dick and his words.
“Yes, please…fuck me, Josh. Need to feel you inside.”
You leave a chaste kiss on Danny’s cock, letting him know you need him just as badly.
“Need you in my mouth, baby.”
With that, Danny pulls your hair back and sinks inside of your mouth, going all the way to the back of your throat. Before you can even react, Josh slowly slides inside of you, all the way to the hilt.
The stretch from him is different. He feels so wonderfully different.
You feel so full with them both tucked away inside of you. You’re sure there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
Josh gives you a second to adjust to him before pulling out completely only to plunge into you with much more force this time.
You gasp around Danny as he takes the opportunity to fuck himself deeper in your mouth. You gag and whimper around his length as Josh picks up his pace to a vigorous one. His hand is splayed out on your belly while the other has a tight grip on your hip, adding to the intense pleasure creeping from inside. You feel him everywhere inside of you. Deep inside of you.
“God, you’re taking us so well, y/n. So fucking well. So good, baby.” He decorates each word with hard, deep thrusts into you.
Danny is buried deep in your throat, going from warming his cock to fucking it deeper. “You look so beautiful with a cock in your throat and your cunt, baby girl. Doesn’t she look pretty, Josh? Tell her how pretty she looks.”
“Fuck-she looks so goddamn beautiful.”
You feel the levees beginning to break, your skin on fire as your body is on the brink of overflow.
Danny pulls out of your mouth, staring down at you with a smirk gracing his beautiful face as he huffs out a smug laugh.
“Think I don’t know when my baby is about to cum? I can see it in your eyes, y/n. Go on, ask us permission.” His hand is cupping your face, whipping away the tears that have fallen on your cheeks.
“Pl-please, can I please cum, sir?”
Danny points your attention to Josh who’s watching you intently, ready for your request.
“Fuck! Sir, please, can I cum? I-I need it so, so bad, sir, please!”
Josh grins widely at you, realizing the power he holds with one simple answer. He waits a moment, tormenting you with his silence as you’re creeping closer and closer to your break.
He leans down to suck love marks in your chest and neck, edging you along even further. It’s becoming almost unbearable, his dick feels so good. You’re not sure you can hold it any longer.
“Go ahead, sweet girl. Give it to me. Let that sweet pussy cry all over my cock.”
Fucking finally.
Your body convulses, your vision blurred with ecstasy as you’re at last met with your release. You’ve covered Josh, coated him with your juices.
“Need to cum, love. Where do you want me?”
Still coming down from your high, you manage to say the word “mouth” while in your completely fucked out state.
Josh moves to the other side of your head as he lazily strokes his cock.
“Tongue.”
You eagerly open for him, tongue out and ready as he pumps himself a few times before spilling completely in your mouth, not a single drop of him wasted. You swallow him down instantly.
“Good, sweet girl.” He leans down, kissing your lips softly.
Suddenly, you feel strong hands grab at your hips, flinging you on your stomach so quickly that you hardly have time to register whats happened.
You feel Danny’s presence as he hovers his body over yours, lips tracing your upper back, nibbling and biting at your shoulders, his hands lifting your ass in the air.
“Miss me, baby doll?”
Fuck, did you miss him. You loved having Josh, but nothing quite compares to your Danny.
“Yes, sir.”
He lines himself up with your entrance. You start to lift up on your elbows, but Josh's palm lays flat on your back to keep you down.
“Wanna watch you, just like this.” He says as he brushes your messy hair from your face, eyes fixed on your kiss swollen lips.
Danny begins pushing himself in….fuck. Something about him, about how perfectly he fills you, stretches you….no matter how many times he’s fucked you, you still have to adjust to his size. You’re almost screaming at the feeling, so ready for him to ruin you.
He finally fills you up all the way, his stomach resting against your ass. “Ready, baby?”
“Fuck….yes, yes sir I-“
Before you can finish your plea, he pulls out and slams into you. He reaches a brutal pace.
“Josh fucks you so well, doesn’t he? But this…” he plunges as deep as he can go. “…this is mine. You’re mine.”
He’s right. Josh is fucking incredible. But Danny…your tall, broad lover…nothing, no one, will ever take the place of him. You're his. And he is yours.
Your wails of pleasure fill the room. With every yelp, every moan, Josh is praising you.
“Doing so good…taking him so well. He’s fucking your sweet pussy just how you like, huh? His big cock feel good in your tight little cunt?” Words are impossible. You’ve simply lost the ability to verbalize any coherent thought. “Yeah, it does. Fucking her so good she can’t speak, Danny.”
Danny lands a swift crack to your ass, making you gasp as Josh smiles at you.
“Isn’t this pussy fucking perfect? Takes it so well. Fuck, doll. You’re squeezing me so tight. Ask Joshy nice and sweet and maybe he’ll let you cum all over me.”
You’re trying your best, but you can’t seem to muster up the words. All that's able to escape your lips is a quiet whisper. “Please…”
“Oh, I can’t deny you, beautiful. Cum. Make a mess one more time. Let’s see it, honey..”
Danny fucks you faster and harder as your cumming hard around his cock. You're soaking the sheets, you're soaking your beautiful Danny. Whimpers and mewls leave your mouth. Danny’s tight grip on your ass and hips is the only thing keeping you up. You’re on the verge of collapse from experiencing the most mind numbing pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it. So good, making such a gorgeous mess of his cock.”
Danny’s beautiful grunts and moans tell you he’s nearing his peak. His pace becoming more faltered, his cock twitching inside of you.
“Gonna cum, doll. Gonna fill you nice and full.”
With that, you feel him empty deep inside of you, slowing his pace but not stopping completely. The feeling of his release mixed with yours…it’s entrancing.
He slowly fucks his cum into you, watching as a little drips down your thighs.
Josh is wiping away the sweat from your forehead, brushing his thumb over your cheek and giving you praise after praise.
Danny pulls out slowly, leaving you missing him almost instantly.
You fully collapse on the bed, your hips falling on Josh's body. Danny lies down on the other side of you, sandwiching you between them both.
“You okay, doll?” He says as he plants soft, sweet kisses on your shoulder.
You manage to be able to lift your upper half up, meeting Danny in a slow, loving kiss.
“I’m…I’m more than okay. That was-that was fucking incredible. We have to do this again…”
Danny smiles against your lips. “Hm, what do you think, Josh?”
Josh huffs out a giggle. “I’ll do this as many times as you want.” His hand moves up and down the curve of your body. “As long as Danny’s okay with it.”
“Yeah, I’m okay with it. Just remember…” the palm of his hand lands swiftly on your ass as he winks at you “…she’s still mine.”
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#danny wagner x reader#josh kiszka x reader#danny wagner smut#josh kiszka smut#danny wagner fic#josh kiszka fic#greta van fleet fic#gvf fic#danny fic#josh fic#greta van fleet smut#let’s share
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Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader
Word Count: ~4000
Warnings: SMUT ALERT! 18+ only [cross-dressing; praise; Danny is still a top;) ; fingering; unprotected PIV sex]
Thank you so much to @jake-kiszkas-smirk for this request. Please forgive me for taking so long to write it ❤️
Read my Sam lingerie fic here.
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Girls night out ended earlier than you expected. You weren’t complaining though–you were sufficiently tipsy, buzzing hard and fast, and now watching the dark world zip by from beyond the windows of your uber, eager to get back home. Danny had moved in just a couple weeks prior and you were still trying to wrap your brain around the fact that whenever you returned home from wherever you were, he could be there. And he was going to be there tonight and you were giddy with excitement, trying to stifle your drunken giggle in the backseat, just thinking about how delicious the rest of the night would be and how you were glad that one girlfriend of yours just couldn’t handle her liquor and derailed the night.
Danny had encouraged this night out so much you almost questioned why he was ushering you off so passionately. But he’d always been passionate about you and everything about your life, including your friends–you thought he might be unnecessarily worried about the two of you spending “too much” time together since moving in. It was adorable, actually, how he wanted everything between the two of you to be perfect all the time. And it was also adorable how he’d watched–and sort of helped–you get ready for the night. He sat back on the bed, observing as you went through outfit after outfit, trying to decide which would be best. But what Danny seemed to gravitate to more than anything else from your wardrobe was your undergarments. Normal guy stuff, you figured, but Danny had a lot of opinions on all your bras and underwear; all good ones, but it was a little funny how invested he was in all of it. You thought he might have spent more time fussing over your bra and panties than you did.
The hallway was dark when you got back home; the lamp in the living room was on but Danny wasn’t there, so you backtracked, kicked your heels off and padded down the hall to the bedroom. The door was closed, which piqued your interest–girl’s night had ended early but not that early. Surely Danny wasn’t already asleep. No, definitely not, you realized when you saw the strip of dim yellow light beneath the door, which made you even more curious–what on earth could he be doing in there?
Your question was answered when you opened the door and saw Danny standing in front of the full length mirror, inspecting himself, his impressive form cast in a golden glow from the bedside lamp. You blinked hard, not quite understanding what you were seeing at first–shiny emerald green fabric was covering him, but only bits and pieces, leaving so much bronze, bare skin available to your wandering eyes. After that split second, Danny’s eyes found yours and the full picture became clear–he was wearing lingerie.
Your jaw dropped in final recognition. It wasn’t your lingerie either, it was a set you’d never seen before and a set that, oddly enough, fit him quite well. A little cropped satin cami with a lace hem hugged his torso; his pecs didn’t fill it out, leaving it a little skimpy up top, but it hugged his waist snugly. Your eyes traced down hungrily and also bewildered, pausing at the dark happy trail which led you down to the pair of matching little shorts tight around his hips. The contrast of silky satin and coarse hair, of dainty lace and sculpted muscle, of dark, gilded masculinity with ethereal, soft femininity was nearly enough to make you topple over.
“Oh fuck,” Danny said, his words soft and deep as if you were really going to scold him. Quite the contrary–you felt a ripple of arousal as you stared at him. There couldn’t have been a better vision to come home to.
“Fuck me,” you replied, sighing, not sure what to do with yourself. You wanted to look at him a little longer so you stayed in the doorway, gazing over him up and down, but Danny moved, reaching for his stray t-shirt that had been tossed onto the bed.
“Wait, wait, wait,” you pleaded, rushing over to him and snatching the shirt away. You grabbed his wrists and spun him to face you, and after another long look up his body, you met his gaze again. “You look so fucking gorgeous.”
Instantly, a rosy flush crept over Danny’s cheeks. “No way,” he said, turning his face away, though he didn’t attempt to wrangle free from your grasp.
“Yes, way,” you protested, letting go of one of his wrists so you could finally touch the satin on his body. You grazed over the neckline of the camisole with one fingertip, bringing it down the cropped length to the lace edges. “You know it. You were checking yourself out.”
“This is so embarrassing,” Danny said quietly, and the earnest shame in his voice was too much for you to bear.
“No, baby, oh my god,” you said, a little embarrassed yourself at the slur in your words. Drunk or not, this was fucking hot and you needed Danny to see that, too. You sat him down on the edge of the bed, parted his legs with your own hands so you could slip between them; you glanced down as you moved. It was impossible not to notice his package beneath that emerald satin. When you looked at his face again, he looked so beautiful, it was dizzying.
“You’re drunk,” Danny said with a chuckle. You were so glad to see him smile, even a little one–it immediately made his whole face light up, his dark features momentarily graced by an inner golden aura. There was a real one too, thanks to the gold chain around his neck, lying still over his chest that was rising and falling ever so slightly.
You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Yes, but it’s still true.” You ran your fingers through his hair, touching the soft curls and pushing them back over his shoulders. “I didn’t even know I liked this, so, thank you, Danny.”
Danny really laughed at that. “I didn’t know I liked it either. I still don’t know.”
“Oh, come on,” you said, straddling his thighs, toying with the thin straps of the cami. Finally Danny put his hands on you in return, his big palms resting on your sides, and you felt your body just melt into his. “You know. You even got the color right.”
The blush on his cheeks returned. “You really think it looks good?”
You inched forward, trying to feel his bulge against your own heat, and laid one hand over his cheek. “You look incredible. What inspired this?”
“I mean, I don’t know. I really like all your stuff,” Danny said with a vague gesture of his hand toward your dresser–well, now it was both of yours. You just hadn’t expected to be sharing the underwear drawer. “It’s all so–so pretty. And like, I’ve been wearing eye shadow lately…”
He trailed off as if that answered all of your burning questions. “I know,” you said, squeezing your thighs around his. “It’s so fucking sexy. My strong, hot man all dolled up. Just for me right now, I hope.”
Danny’s hands found your hips. “Just for you. Well, really it was supposed to be just for me.”
“I walked in at the right time.” You stood up and waved at the bed, intent on not wasting one second of this incredible surprise. “Lie down for me.”
Danny looked sheepish, though he followed the instruction, inching backwards until he was lying his head back on the pillows, his dark curls fanning around his shoulders. “We’re not really gonna–”
Laid back and slightly spread out, he looked even more stunning. You wobbled as you stood back and gazed over him, the alcohol buzz mingling with the ever-growing desire at the sight–there was no denying Danny’s rich, elegant masculinity even while he really was dolled up in shimmering green satin and black eyeliner making the golden-green of his irises even sharper. The gold details of his jewelry shimmered along the satin, the necklace loose across his collarbones, tiny gold hoops in his ears that you wanted to get between your teeth, and the most oddly tantalizing piece of them all being that dainty gold anklet he’d recently started wearing. The juxtaposition of it all was frighteningly alluring.
“I need to get a picture of you,” you declared, already fumbling for your phone from your pocket.
“Oh my god, no,” Danny said, springing forward to grab the sheet that was crumpled at the foot of the bed to try and cover himself.
You were quick, too–you yanked it away and then off the bed completely. “It’s just for us, Danny. Please?” You’d never dream of showing a picture of this–or letting this real life version of him be seen–to anyone else. This really was all for you as far as you were concerned, even if Danny had initially planned on it being a solo venture.
He huffed but laid back down again, one hand behind his head. “Alright, fine. How should I pose?”
“Just like that,” you encouraged, snapping picture after picture despite him not changing positions. “Anything.”
After a couple seconds, Danny laughed and crawled forward, reaching for your phone. “Okay, okay–enough of that.” When you snapped one last picture, keeping the phone out of his reach, his hands found your hips and he tried to pull you onto the bed. “Come here.”
You let your phone drop to the carpet with a dull thud and crawled over Danny’s thighs right into his lap; his hands drifted up your hips to your waist, one moving back down to slip under your shirt while you kissed him. He sighed softly against your mouth as if relieved; meanwhile you couldn’t help but giggle and smirk, still able to see the lingerie behind your closed eyes. You touched the cami straps, then traced the slight v outline along the chest, your fingertips brushing over Danny’s chest hair at the same time.
“Stop laughing,” Danny said, though he was laughing too, settling down on his back while you remained straddling him.
“I’m just so excited,” you told him. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs where you were growing warmer and wetter by the second just from looking at him. Danny’s eyebrows rose as he tentatively touched you there, much more restrained than normal as if the lingerie had him in a hold. It certainly had you in one. You had to touch the fine fabric again, had to cup his chest through the satin, had to grind yourself against the little shorts that were doing nothing substantial to keep his dick hidden. In fact, his erection being loosely confined by the emerald satin was so sexy that you wanted to keep the lingerie set on him as long as possible, even if it meant sleeping in them after they became ruined by sweat and cum.
“When did you buy them?” you inquired as Danny’s fingers pressed against the inside of your thighs, his hand invisible from underneath your skirt.
“I ordered them. They got here a few days ago,” he told you, touching the center of your damp panties with one finger.
You sighed, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe you were gonna keep this a secret. I didn’t think you could get any hotter but–” You tipped his face up and stroked your thumb over his bottom lip. “I was wrong.”
Danny wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled both of you over, landing himself on top; he pushed your legs apart and nestled between them, shoving himself against you while he pushed the hem of your skirt up. You reached up, yanking his hair to bring him down, needing his lips on yours, needing his tongue sliding against your own, needing to take his breath away as he did yours. He kissed you deeply, grinding the satin against your thighs and the thin layer of your panties, that stark contrast of heated masculinity and soft femininity sending you into another tizzy.
You hooked your legs around his hips, drawing him in as close as possible, moaning into his mouth. Danny tried to pull your shirt off but your arms blocked him, your hands finding his chest again, fingers running through the little coarse hairs down his sternum, then to tease his nipples. That made him gently bite your lip and pull back, panting, humping against you hard.
“Don’t be a tease, Y/N,” he said, though there was no real warning in his voice. He sounded–and looked–quite desperate.
“Me?” you replied, laughing, incredulous. Your reach moved lower, one hand sliding down the warm, bare skin of his back until you could grab his ass. “Look at yourself, Danny. You’re the tease. Such a sweet, silly, naughty boy.” You watched him close his eyes and sigh, and you brought his mouth back to yours, saying in between more kisses: “You really are so stunning. So strong and sexy and perfect and I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Danny’s next heated kiss punctuated your last statement. You always loved kissing him–he knew how to do it just right, just for you. He’d start slow, sweet and gentle, until your cheeks burned and you would claw at him for more, and when things progressed–as it was going right then, with him half-clad in dainty lingerie on top of you–he would introduce the perfect amount of tongue and teeth. And when you felt his teeth graze your bottom lip and his fingers tug away your underwear, pulling them to the side, you squeezed his ass and dug your nails into his lower back, kissing him back with the same desire.
Breaking away for air, you blinked up at him in the warm, low light, captivated; Danny smiled a little, that slightly sideways turn of his lips that made your heart soar with intoxicating love. Your eyes traveled down to the chain swinging away from his chest and the emerald satin, rippling ever so slightly like a deep, endless ocean and then back up to the comforting, enchanting green, gold and umber of his eyes, desperate for more, for anything, for him forever.
Finally, Danny was able to get your shirt off you; his hands instantly went to your chest, caressing your breasts over the thin lacy bra he’d approved of earlier in the night. You observed silently as he seemed to study it with curious reverence, running his fingers over the material, cupping his hands, bringing his hands up to the straps and then back down again. You squirmed beneath him, inadvertently brushing your heat against his still-confined erection again but Danny was as patient as ever. He bent down to kiss you, again beginning in that slow and sweet way you adored so much, as he mercifully slid one hand down the length of your body to in between the both of you.
“This really turns you on,” Danny noted as he made you squirm further by lightly dragging one finger up your inner thigh then teasingly over your center, his touch so soft it almost tickled.
“Yeah, it does,” you affirmed, groping his ass again, squeezing hard. “You turn me on.”
Danny chuckled softly, barely audible. “What are you gonna do with those pictures?” he asked, just barely beginning to slip one expert finger inside you.
You spread your legs wider, encouraging him to go deeper, which he did, and you gasped before you answered: “Touch myself to them, obviously.”
“Like this?” Danny slid in a second finger and thrust deeply, curling them just a little, just how he knew you liked it. You tried to answer him but the words were bound; you resorted to a needy whine and a hand groping his chest, pawing at him through the satin. He chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from him: “Stop–you’re gonna ruin it.”
You resorted to trying to yank the flimsy little shorts down with your other hand. “I’m gonna ruin you,” you replied, heart beating fast, sweat beginning to dampen your hairline, your entire body being actively riled up and ravaged by Danny’s touch.
Danny looked like he was really enjoying himself–a cheeky smirk was on his lips and there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, a sight that seemed amplified by the unorthodox outfit he was in. “Do you think I’m pretty?” he asked, and the smirk remained but there was nothing but earnest curiosity in his voice.
“Yes,” you answered, clenching around his fingers, eager for more. You’d take anything that pretty boy threw your way and he knew it, always.
He leaned in, hair in your face, eyes locked on yours. “Like a girl?” he asked and slid his fingers out, which made you whine again, but then he began to circle your clit with those fingers that were slick with your own wetness.
“No, not like a girl,” you told him. Your entire body was quivering–you weren’t sure you’d ever been so turned on. It was making you feel crazed, this relentless, insatiable need for him. It had always been there, but each glimpse of the green satin and lace drew you in further, like being swept out in the tide, never to return. And you were absolutely fine with that.
Danny laughed a little. It was sweet and gentle and his usual soft, kind smile returned; he kissed you with the same tenderness. “You’re pretty, baby,” he said against your lips, the words as soft as his kiss, and his fingers on your clit found your center again, sliding in slowly. “And so wet for me. What should I wear next?”
“Oh god,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to kiss him again. Fleeting, frenzied images breezed through your mind–Danny in a sheer black teddy, the flimsy fabric showing every bit of muscle and sun-soaked skin; maybe even one of those barely-there, strappy ones that revealed almost everything. You could see his big cock barely hidden beneath the black lace, his chest lazily covered by fine satin and silk. Another image–Danny’s hips and ass being hugged by tight indigo boyshort panties, his bulge prominent, you drooling over it, a matching cropped corset keeping him snug up top. It was too much to even think about. You gripped the straps of the camisole beneath your hands as your tongues slid together; you could feel Danny fumbling down below, both his hands off you then, and then the warm weight of his cock pressed against your wet heat.
He pulled back, a few strands of his hair sticking to your chin momentarily before he rolled to the side, taking you with him and your panties too–he pulled them down quickly and you saw them tossed down to the floor. You giggled, not expecting the change, then frowned when you realized you couldn’t actually see much of him but then he pressed his lower body flush against yours and you felt the satin against your thighs right below your bunched up skirt; he’d kept the shorts on, just pulled them down. When he held you close, his strong arms clasped over your chest, one hand cupping your breast and the other tangled in your hair, he pushed in and the satin teased your hypersensitive skin just as much as the depth of his entrance into you. You bit back a moan and inadvertently squeezed around him; Danny moaned outright, low and deep, and rubbed his hips against your ass. You could also feel the fabric of the camisole against your back and shoulders, tempting you to reach behind and play with one strap, so you did while your other hand laid over his forearm, fingers stroking through the finer hairs there.
You reveled in the closeness. Danny was always the definition of safety and security but sex always had high risk of the exact opposite; not with him though, and the continuous brushing of satin on your skin was an added comfort in its own strange, unexpected way. There would always be a part of Danny that was gentle and sweet beyond belief. A hazy halo followed him wherever he went–you saw it every day, and the recent escalation in glitter and color and whimsy only made it shine brighter.
You felt the electricity emanating from his body as he worked up his steady rhythm, thrusting into you with such hot, raw power but also the usual element of subtle slowness, like he didn’t want to break you. You turned your head to kiss him, your lips finding his jaw first before he helped you out, bending to meet you halfway, and he ran his hand from your hair down to your hips; those skilled fingers found your clit again. You were buzzing harder than you’d been earlier from just the alcohol–Danny’s touch, his kiss, his hold were all more exhilarating than any liquor on earth.
The kisses broken once more, you hooked your hand back to touch his hair, hold him there and look into his eyes. “God, you are so fucking beautiful, Danny,” you pronounced, the words never not holding the same profound meaning no matter how many times you said them. You were lost deep into his eyes that were the deepest of forests, his nose that was shaped like an ancient god’s, the warm flush on his cheeks reminiscent of a setting sun, the curve of his lips like flowers that beckoned you for more.
A bashful smile graced your vision and your heart fluttered at his sudden meekness. He looked down and you closed your eyes, letting yourself simply feel Danny nose his way through your hair to press his lips to your shoulder, then your neck. His fingers still swirled below, sending a torrent of tingles through your body, and when he started to lose his rhythm just a bit you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge. Danny was moaning into your skin, the sounds muffled but so near your ear that those too sent shivers down your spine.
Another image came to mind, but this time it was the image of what you were experiencing but couldn’t fully see–the dainty camisole on Danny’s chest, cutting off at his waist, the gold chain accentuating his skin and the delicate slant of his collarbones, then the skimpy emerald shorts pulled down his thighs. You saw in your mind’s eye and you felt with your body, and Danny’s teeth grazed your neck as his wet fingers circled in tandem with his dense thrusts, his cock so hard and full inside you; it all became too much so fast. You moaned his name, as you always did, and squeezed his arm as you squeezed his cock.
He growled in your ear. He held you even tighter with his arms locked around your body, his hand between your legs slowly migrating to your thigh; he spread your legs a little and pushed his hips forward harder and faster while his lips returned to your neck. You were still reeling in the darkness behind your eyes, panting and breathless though his name rang like a bell over and over in your head.
The soft curses and deep moans that came from him swept through the scant space between you two and you felt a different kind of heat flood you. Danny stopped moving completely, breathing hard with his forehead pressed against your shoulder, and after another moment you rolled back over to face him, capturing him in your arms. You kissed his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, and let him get some air back into his lungs. His eyes were closed–you began to count his long, dark lashes until his eyes opened again.
“But really,” he began, reciprocating your hold with his arms looped around your shoulders. “What should I wear next?”
“You’ll look hot as fuck in anything,” you told him. The world was his oyster as far as you were concerned and you were really glad you had those pictures. You hadn’t been lying when you’d said you were going to touch yourself to them. “Surprise me.”
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Not tagging anyone because my list is very outdated (RIP the 2018-2021 fandom). If you'd like to be tagged in future fics, let me know <3
#tysm for reading#greta van fleet#gvf#gvf fic#danny wagner#danny wagner x reader#danny fic#danny gvf#josh kiszka#sam kiszka#jake kiszka#gvf smut
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Love in Fall/ d.r.w
Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader
Word Count: 825
Content Warnings: SFW! fluff, super soft boyfriend danny <3
ib my gc <3 (this is for len)
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You’re lying next to Danny on a blanket in your backyard, taking in the coolness of early fall. His arm is holding you into his side, your cheek resting on his shoulder. Your hand finds its way to his cheek as you start to trace the outline of his features, dragging your fingertips over his eyebrow. You gently run the pad of your thumb over his closed eye.
“I’m jealous. Your eyelashes are so long. They’d look so pretty with mascara.” You giggle at the thought of how long they would be.
“Would they? Do you wanna try?” He looks down at you, a splayed hand rubbing your back.
“Actually?” You sit up in excitement.
“Yeah, we can do that.” He stands up, eyes still on you displaying a hand to guide you to your feet. Once you’re standing, Danny bends down and picks the blanket up. You run to the house and he chases after you. He catches up with you once you’re inside, grabbing you into a huge hug from behind as you kick your shoes off. You break free by reaching back and tickling him as you run to the bedroom and start pulling makeup out. Danny makes his way upstairs and sits on the edge of the bed. You lay some eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara next to him, careful not to push your makeup limits. You grab a clip and pin his hair out of his face. Standing before him you open an eyeshadow pallet getting ready to enhance his beauty.
“Come here, my baby. You don’t have to stand.” He places his hands on your waist and pulls you into his lap. You straddle his legs as you wrap yours behind him, Danny locks his hands at the small of your back holding you secure on his lap. The gesture was innocent in nature, a simple desire to be physically closer to one another. You balance yourself with your non dominant arm holding the pallet resting across his shoulder.
“Okay, keep your eyes closed, bubs.” You gently drag your finger over each of his eyelids. “Do you have a color in mind?”
“I am at your leisure, I don’t know what matches my skin.”
You settle for a burnt orange color, feeling appropriate for fall. You dip your brush into the powder and tap it on the edge of the pallet, Danny giggles as the brush tickles his eyelid. You repeat the process with his other eye. Next you decide on a small wing on his upper lash line.
“Okay, you can open for this first part, I wanna make sure the wing’s even and sits on your eye the right way.” He looks at you with big brown eyes, in awe of your beauty. You map out the right length on either side, directing the position of his head with your finger to ensure the evenness.
“Can you close them again?” You gently ask. He closes them and you finish filling in the eyeliner on his lash line, completing the wings on both sides. You’re impressed by your ability, but jealous that he gets what are probably the best wings you’ve ever drawn.
“And now we just need mascara. Open your eyes? I’ll tell you when to blink.” His hold on you tightens just a little, pulling you slightly closer to him. You tell him to blink three times on both sides, coating his long lashes with mascara.
“Do you wanna see?” You hold up the mirror from the eyeshadow pallet in front of him to see.
“Daaaamn, who is he?!” He wolf whistles at his reflection, evidently feeling like art.
“You look so gorgeous, I’m jealous you got my best wings.” You pout.
“Baby, you always look gorgeous.” Danny leans in and kisses the top of your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips. It’s a way you guys often kiss each other, although you can’t remember what started it, it’s always been like that. Danny lays back on the bed, pulling you with him as he reaches over to pull a blanket over the two of you.
“This blanket’s cute, when did we get this…?” He raises his eyebrow as he’s draping a pink ghost blanket over your shoulders.
“Remember when I went to get decorations?”
“Oh! Yeah, I must have missed this in the Snapchat videos. Well, it’s cute, I like it.” He reassures you, followed by a gentle sigh of contentment. You lay on the bed together for a while, discussing what's for dinner and if you’ll be eating alone or inviting the boys and their partners over. Plans for the upcoming weeks of a double date with Sam and his girlfriend are brought up. You could spend hours like this with Danny, even if you were to lay in silence. Just to be in his presence, taking in his energy and warmth, was enough for you to fall more each day.
#greta van fleet#greta van fic#greta van fluff#greta van fleet fan fiction#gvf fic#danny wagner#danny wagner fluff#danny wagner fic#daniel robert wagner#danny wagner fanfiction#boyfriend#greta van fanfic#gvf fanfiction#fanfic#danny fic#tooth rotting fluff#does anyone get this
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Just thinking about hooking up with Danny for the first time - of course you two have made out and did some groping over clothes but you never realized how big he actually is. Until, it’s the night where you two decide to take things further. He kisses you softly and sweet - making sure to keep you completely relaxed. When it’s time for him to put it in, he notices how you gasp and you involuntarily clench around his tip.
He takes one hand and interlocks your fingers, placing it beside your head, his other hand is rubbing circles on your clit, trying to relieve some of the burning sensation from him stretching you out.
“Look at you…being such a good girl for me. You take my cock so well baby” Danny praises you while his forehead is pressed against yours - him staring deep into your eyes.
#whoops#I’m just sitting at my desk at work and thought about this#I need help#no I don’t#danny wagner#danny gvf#danny wagner smut#danny fic
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Shopkeeper’s Wares (Wally Lee/Howdy Ler)
Hey guys, taking the teeniest break from South Park to bring you some Welcome Home stuffs :> this is mostly for my gorgeous girlfriend @nnainai this is her latest hyperfixation and I wanted to try my hand at it. This is for you sweetheart I love you so much you’re the Eddie to my Frank <3 together forever <33
Just a reminder I know next to nothing about this fandom! If i get a certain interaction wrong or if something doesn’t follow the fanon, I apologize! :)
WARNING: Kinda scary twist at the end. And tickles!
Wally is in need of new paints and Howdy has everything he needs at his store! Wally just needs to pay the price!
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With a hop, skip, and a jump, a colorful character found himself at the door of Howdy’s Place; the best and only place in the neighborhood to get your wares. Fruit bins lined up the side of the shop; the produce glistening in the perfect sun. With a jingle above the door signaling his entry, a green-skinned character turned around from his countertop. The green shop-keeper greeted the newcomer with four arms.
“Well, good morning to you, Wally! How can I help you today? I see you’ve been painting last night!” Howdy Pillar smiled down at Wally Darling, a charismatic yellow character with a feline grin. Wally’s yellow fingers were stained blue at the tips.
“Mornin’ to you, Howdy! I just need to replenish my paints, is all.” That’s all Wally needed to say before Howdy turned around and started fixing up Wally’s groceries. “Seems I used a little too much blue last night! Painting Barnaby takes up a lot more paint on the canvas than I thought.”
“Oh! Painting Barnaby, are we? Well, you are best friends after all! If I knew anything about painting, well I’d certainly paint my best friend as well!” Howdy turned around to face Wally, the sun filling up the humble shop with golden rays.
“Yes! It’s his birthday coming up, and I thought it would be just the most perfect painting to hang in his living room, or would he prefer his bedroom? I’d just be happy to see his face when he unwraps his gift.” Wally smiled at Howdy as the shopkeeper handed him his grocery bag; a cute design painted on the side with a caterpillar waving goodbye on an apple.
“Any present from you is a present indeed, Wally! There’s blue paint in there as you’ve requested, and I threw in some apples for you. I know they’re your favorite!” Howdy clanked some keys in his ‘cash’ register as Wally peered inside the bag to inspect the contents.
“Well that’s mighty fine Howdy, thank you! I do appreciate a friend like you, I do. What do I owe you? How ‘bout a joke?” Before Howdy could answer, Wally leaned up against the countertop.
“So Howdy, did you hear about the child who ate a caterpillar?” Wally began, Howdy putting one hand up to his mouth.
“Well I can’t say I have! What happened to him?” Wally was already snickering, he was terrible at finishing jokes.
“Hehe! He got butterflies in his stomach! Teehee- hehehee!” Wally started giggling, as did Howdy. Howdy noticed that he hasn’t seen Wally laugh too much. Smiling sure, but not laughter.
Wally wiped away a tear as he sagged against the countertop. “Ahhh, well, how was that Howdy? You want another one for the apples?” Howdy brought up his four arms and shook them gently.
“Oh no no, thank you Wally! That was a good one! I haven’t heard that one before. The register is asking for another form of payment, however.” Wally scratched his head as he swiped a peek at the register. It was blank, mostly for show.
“The register, huh? Well, what’s it asking for? I’d be happy to help!” Wally narrowed his eyes in his wide, cat-like smile.
“Well you see Wally, the register is asking for some laughter. It’s been running low as of late, so it’d be mighty swell if you could refill it for me!” Wally set his bags down to the floor and had a helpful face on.
“Of course Howdy, I’d be more than happy to help you! How do we do it?” Wally watched with a close eye as Howdy crossed the counter and stood before Wally at his full height. Wally didn’t suspect anything amiss.
“Uhh- well you see! Just go ahead and spread your arms and we’ll get started!” Howdy hasn’t tried this with any other neighbor, in normal circumstances the joke would have sufficed as payment. But Howdy was incredibly curious about Wally’s laughter.
“Now you’ve got me curious, Howdy! I’ve never seen a payment method like this before in your- shohohop! Tehehehee! Hehehey!” With Wally’s arms spread wide and Howdy behind him, Howdy started scritching Wally’s sides as gently as he could muster with all four arms. But despite the gentle touches, Wally had quite the reaction.
“I sure am sorry I wasn’t more clear with you, Wally! I didn’t know if you would agree to a payment method like this or not! But I was too curious about what your laughter sounded like! I hope you can understand.” Wally’s arms started faltering and collapsing in on his sides.
“It’s- It’s okahahay! I’m hahahappy to hehehelp- hehehehee!” Wally’s laughter went along with his voice, maybe a touch higher. The stream of giggles he let out were consistent, not interrupted by a hiccup or a breath in between. It was a delight to hear, almost musical. As expected of the neighborhood’s brightest neighbor.
“Now now, we can’t have your laughter interrupted! We need to keep those arms up!” With a little assistance, Howdy used two of his helpful hands to lift Wally’s arms up and out of the way. The steady flow of tickles delivered to Wally’s sides made the character squeal.
“Eek! Ohoho goohoodness mehehe!” Wally’s shoes clapped the floor of the shop as Howdy’s hands started kneading a bit in Wally’s sides.
“Sorry about this Wally, the register has gone without laughter for a while now! We wouldn’t want it to go running dry on us, now would we?” Wally was sure that Howdy was making up this ‘register’ narrative as they went along, but couldn’t really do anything to stop it.
“I-I suhuhuppohohose nohohohot!” Howdy’s hands had grown a little adventurous, venturing down to scribble over Wally’s tummy with one hand and sneaking another hand up over where his ribs should be. Wally’s laughter grew more musical as time went on.
Howdy glanced down to Wally’s clenching hands and noticed his stained blue fingertips.
“Well, would you look at that! We can’t be having one of our residents not looking his best, now can we?” Howdy reached into his back pocket with one of his free arms and pulled out a feather duster. The shopkeeper began dusting the paint off of Wally’s fingers, which was surprisingly ticklish.
“Ehehehehee! I wahahasn’t ehehexpecting thihihis to behehee so tihihickly!” Wally tried to explain through his laughter, but Howdy could barely understand him.
“Hmm? What’s that now, Wally? I’m afraid you’re laughing too much for me to understand you! If only you could speak a bit more clearly!~” Howdy was always helping his patrons in his shop, which was his favorite hobby! But he did miss out on a few things, such as Wally’s darling laughter. Apparently teases worked very well against the brightest neighbor in the neighborhood.
“Pfft- tehehehee! Nohohow stohohop thahat! You knohohow what you’re dohohoing!” Wally challenged. Howdy used both hands to scribble up in Wally’s armpits now, which made the yellow character’s hair bounce. Howdy had switched hands that was holding the feather duster and began cleaning off Wally’s other set of fingers.
“What is it that I’m doing, Wally? I’m merely collecting laughter for the cash register! You can’t walk out of the store without properly paying, I’m afraid!” Howdy was having a spot of fun, but he could see Wally was nearly at his limit.
“Wehehell hohohow muhuhuch left is thehere to cohohollect?!” Wally laughed out, but Howdy noticed a weird twinge to Wally’s laughter. It had grown...dark. Like a second voice added to his original. Howdy let go of Wally suddenly.
“I um- I think that should be enough. Thanks for being a good sport about it, Wally.” Howdy’s hands tensed as Wally had his hands on his knees and caught his breath. Howdy suddenly felt a chill in the air in his humble shop. Wally’s hands were balled in the material of his pants, or that’s what Howdy could see as Wally had his back turned to him.
“...Wally? Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Howdy took a step toward Wally as the yellow character stood up fully. He had wiped away a black fluid from the corner of his eye. A tear? Why was it-
Wally’s face turned to look at Howdy Pillar over his shoulder, a face of darkness, disdain, and a furious glance in his eye. Howdy’s words were caught in his throat-
“We-hell, that’s no problem, Howdy! I sure am glad I got to help out you and the register! If you ever need help refilling the register with laughter, just ask next time! I’d be happy to lend a hand!” Wally turned fully towards Howdy; his face the perfect picture of happiness and contentment. Howdy swallowed before nodding, and forcing a smile on his face.
“Y-Yes...of course! Thanks again for paying in full, Wally, and good luck with that painting!”
Wally bid Howdy goodbye, every scrap of darkness and danger cleaning up immediately. As Howdy set himself behind his counter again, he rapped the countertop with his knuckles nervously. The bittersweet feeling of tickling Wally Darling without his permission, but not knowing entirely of everything that made Wally to be what he was, itched the back of the shopkeepers mind.
#welcome home#welcome home tickles#lee wally darling#lee wally#ler howdy pillar#ler howdy#danny writes#danny fic#tickle fic#tickles#i love my girlfriend
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The Number One Rule
Pairing: Danny x F!reader
Summary: Unlike most Halloween nights where you found yourself getting into trouble with the boys, you opted for a change of pace this time around. That was until an unexpected guest changed the course of your planned evening alone.
Word Count: 8.7k
A/N: This is the second installment of the Halloween Collection. Remember this is a collaboration so don’t forget to send support, feedback, and love to the lovely Miss Allie - @ageofnations as well! Hope you all enjoy this as much as we did! 🧡🎃
**Disclaimer: Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with the utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. We do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way**
Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit material 18+/ MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f! receiving, fingering, dirty talk, a teeny bit of orgasm denial, mask kink, slight choking)
What you believed to be the last of the trick-or-treaters had knocked on your door about thirty minutes ago, and as soon as you had given them copious amounts of candy and shut the door, you had gotten comfortable on your couch, and you began scrolling through your different social media apps. With the bowl still about half full beside you, you decided to indulge a bit yourself, picking up a piece of candy, unwrapping it, and popping the treat into your mouth.
Tonight was a quiet night, unlike most Halloween nights for you. Instead of partying with the guys, as usual, you had decided to spend the evening handing out candy to groups of children wearing their chosen costumes for the year. Greeting the children was always an interesting feat- seeing the excitement on their faces as they asked for candy, hearing stories about who was who and why they picked that costume, recognizing the familiar nervousness evident in the introverted kids, glued to their guardian's sides until the candy was presented. It was fun to interact with them all.
Plus, it felt like a nice break for you. The drinking and socializing you usually did with the others was always fun, but you knew you’d regret it the next day. And as soon as you had told them your plans of staying in for the night, they immediately attempted to convince you otherwise. They were determined, and their inability to get you to come out was not from a lack of trying. You had put up a pretty good fight, ultimately accepting that they would take you out for a few drinks the following night.
However, once nine o’clock hit, and you figured the festivities were done for the night, you quickly became bored with your decision to stay home. Once you got tired of seeing the same Halloween pictures and couples in costumes, you locked your phone and tossed it to the side. You decided on cleaning up a few dishes and picking up around your place while waiting to make sure that you’d have no more interruptions. Eventually, you decided on changing into your favorite pajamas and pouring yourself a drink.
As if the universe were taunting you, you heard the knock on your door as soon as you brought the glass to your lips.
“Are you serious?” You mumbled to yourself, leaving your kitchen to pad over towards the door.
You swung it open expecting a young child in a goofy costume, but instead, you were met with… nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Your outdoor light illuminated what the moon did not shine on, yet you still didn’t see a thing.
Fucking teenagers, you thought to yourself, preparing to shut the door on the pranksters. Yet, as soon as you let your guard down, a masked figure jumped out in front of the doorway, slapping a hand on the frame and yelling to punctuate his scare tactic.
Instinctively, you leaped backward, and the high-pitch scream from your mouth reverberated through your living space.
The individual at your front door was just as startled as you for a moment, but they soon erupted into… laughter?
“Daniel?”
The person was essentially doubled over in a fit of laughter, and upon finally catching their breath, they put their hands up defensively before pulling their mask off. Soon enough, your suspicions were confirmed.
“I did not think you’d get that scared,” he panted in between more chuckles.
You crossed your arms and huffed at him. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Yeah, right.”
You rolled your eyes at him, moving to shut the door before he put a hand up to stop it.
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I really didn’t think it would scare you that much.”
“You’re mean.”
“I don’t mean it.”
“What’s with this getup anyways? What are you supposed to be? Some knock-off cartoon ghost or something?”
His face contorted into a look of confusion, “Um… Ghostface? Have you never seen Scream?”
“Scream?”
“You’re kidding.” He pushed past you, inviting himself in.
“What are you doing?”
“We,” he corrected. “-are about to watch Scream.”
“Is this really what you came here for?”
“No, it’s not. But we’re watching it.” You heard his voice echo as he entered the kitchen, tossing the cheap Halloween mask on the counter.
Thankfully, that golden summer sun-kissed look that made your heart skip a beat had lasted on his skin, even though the season had shifted into autumn weeks ago.
Your eyes trailed down the length of his arms, spotting the portion that was visible from his sweatshirt being pushed up to the elbows. You noticed how the muscles in his forearms twitched just slightly when he twirled the liquor bottle sitting on your kitchen counter. He was practically glowing as he stood in front of you.
You knew you were staring, studying each new detail, admiring just how healthy he looked. He had even gone as far as to take better care of his hair recently, and each time you saw him, the frizzy locks had flourished into perfect ringlets, bouncing each time he moved.
Admittedly, you had always liked Danny, even from the very first time you met him. It was that reserved, calm demeanor of his that initially drew you in. But in recent months that shyness had blossomed into this beaming confidence as he started to find himself more and more.
As much as you adored seeing it, it made you more nervous than ever. For a long time, you thought this thing you had for Danny was a small, meaningless crush. Something that you believed was undoubtedly one-sided and was sure to fade away as your friendship developed.
You pressed again, “Why are you here then?”
A mischievous smirk flashed across his mouth as he sauntered past you toward your living room, holding his hand to his chest in the faux offense. “You make it sound like you don’t want me here? Is that what’s going on, Y/N?”
You blushed some from his tone, following behind him. “Danny… it’s Halloween night, why aren’t you with the guys?”
“And leave a pretty girl all by herself tonight? I guess you really haven’t seen the plot of a scary movie before.” He slumped into the couch and patted the cushion beside him. “Come on.”
You stood in place, hesitating as you leaned your shoulder against the doorframe, running through the scenario unfolding in your head.
You never dared to act on your impulses before, instead choosing to ignore the feelings altogether. It always seemed wrong. Wrong dynamic, unfortunate timing, because if he wasn’t in a committed relationship, he was healing from one.
When he was single, you believed that you shouldn’t risk ruining the friendships between him, you, and the Kiszka’s. What if things got weird, so awkward you couldn’t bear to see each other again? The thought alone crushed you.
You questioned it though. Time and time again. If he had the same feeling or any feelings towards you. You would have never admitted it to anyone, but you found yourself obsessing over those fleeting interactions in your head when you lay in bed at night after seeing him hours prior.
Your mind would replay the moments when his gaze on your lips lasted a few seconds too long. The constant flirty jokes and teasing banter that hung in the air between you. The way he would glance at you from across the room through a group of people.
Despite all these things, the small moments you had convinced yourself that was created within your imagination, he never actually made a move on you. Well, not really. Although, there was one memory that has plagued your consciousness since it happened, and it flashed in your mind once again.
You had one minute.
The countdown was fast approaching and you were running out of time as you watched the timer on the large screen in the living room. Everyone else had already paired with someone to share the traditional smooch when the ball dropped at midnight.
Of course, Danny made sure to tease you throughout the night, just as usual. Tonight it was about questioning your ability to find a willing participant to lock lips with.
Was it better to accept the embarrassment that you would bring in the New Year alone? Or should you just snatch someone at the last moment to get it over with? It wasn’t even something that was a concern for you when you came here tonight, why did it matter so much now?
Maybe because it was Danny. You had tried so hard to impress him, sometimes it was borderline embarrassing. He didn’t even notice you like that. Did he?
As you stared at the television, the exchange you had an hour prior repeated in your head.
“What are you gonna do this year, Y/N? Can’t lay one on Sammy boy this time.” That was a joke he was never gonna let die.
“Shut up. That’s not what happened, and you know it.”
He rolled his eyes and your weak attempt to save face. His focus shifted to pouring vodka into two shot glasses on the table in front of him. He raised a brow. “That’s not what I saw…or heard.”
“Why do you care? Who knows, I might just have to settle for a stranger this time. Might just embrace the single life and lock lips with my drink this time.”
He scoffed at your dismissive tone, bringing the tiny glass to his lips, “Oh come on, Y/N! If you want to kiss me all you have to do is ask.”
Before you had the chance to respond, he downed the liquor and brushed past, leaving you standing alone to process his words over and over again.
Everyone grouped in for the countdown, chanting together, “-Five, four, three…”
Suddenly, a firm hand wrapped around the nape of your neck from behind, causing you to jump from the unexpected touch. You turned to find the source.
“Two…”
You were met with Danny, inches away from your face with a gentle hold of your chin within his fingers, tipping it up so you looked into his glassy eyes. No. He wasn’t really thinking of this. It was all a dumb joke, right?
“One! Happy New Year!”
His lips connected with yours, and something that should have been a friendly peck was more passionate than you could have anticipated. You melted into him, stumbling to catch up to the movements of his tongue against yours. How drunk were you?
You got lost in him, and you would curse at yourself later for not remembering all the tiny details of the passing moment. It wasn’t until someone yelled his name amongst the cheers of other party goers that he broke away from you.
His eyes flicked back up to yours just as a smile slowly formed across his face, lagging a second behind from the alcohol in his system. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, whispering, “Happy New Year.”
And just like that, he walked off, intermingling with friends, acting like nothing had ever happened. That a kiss like that meant nothing to him. You didn’t talk about it either. It was the topic that never got discussed, not even once.
Almost an entire year has gone by, leaving you restless in this state of suspense. The unknown of what it truly meant, or if it was actually just meaningless, and if that was all it was ever going to be.
You had been through an emotional rollercoaster of hopeless pining and then frustration that things never changed between the two of you. You just wanted your dumb little crush to finally fizzle out so you could just move on already.
But here you were, accepting his playful invitation to join him and pretend that nothing ever happened and everything was just normal as ever for you.
As you finally sat on your couch, ready to watch whatever this Scream movie was, you would’ve been willing to bet that the cushions were suddenly made of brick. It hit you that you were alone. Alone with Danny. You felt awkward being so far away from him, having chosen a spot on the opposite end of the couch, but you knew the distance was probably best for you. Even from afar, you felt rigid, tense as you overanalyzed every position of your body on the piece of furniture.
The movie playing barely kept your focus pulled from Danny. Everything you had noticed about him during your friendship with the others, you were hyper aware of now. How he slumped comfortably into the cushion, one arm draped over the edge of the couch. How he seemed to feel so natural here in your space with you. Were you seeing things correctly? Had you fallen asleep after changing into your pajamas, entering another one of your perfect dreamscapes? No.
This was real. This was now. And although you did your best not to glance over at him, you couldn’t help yourself. Your eyes wandered to him every time you questioned reality, and each time, you’d let your gaze linger slightly, mostly out of the corner of your eye.
You had become so distracted that you weren’t even aware of what was on the screen in front of you. The scenes were just blurred flashes of light, the dialogue a mess of mumbled words. Danny was your focus.
Only when he looked over to see your reaction to one of the scenes did he catch you staring, and immediately, embarrassment flushed through you, probably pinkening the apples of your cheeks enough for him to notice. His lips pulled into a teasing smirk as his tongue slipped across his upper teeth.
As much as you wanted to continue staring in awe at him, you quickly broke away to stare at the TV hoping that the moment would be lost within seconds. You didn’t dare look at him, but you would have sworn you heard him giggle under his breath. It was brief, almost unnoticeable, but the idea of being the cause of such a sweet noise made you want to hear it over and over again.
You stewed for what felt like half the movie before finally making the move to bring your feet up and toss the throw blanket over your bare legs. Just when you thought he had returned his attention to the movie, forgetting about your slip up, he proved otherwise.
Although his gaze never wavered from the TV, his hand wrapped around the top of your foot, pulling it to place on his lap. He brought the other as well, and started to rub them softly as he silently continued to watch the film. The movements of his thumb were gentle, yet firm as he rubbed into the sore muscles.
It was something so innocent, yet it fluttered along the lines of being platonic. At least, you wanted to believe that. You wanted there to be a hidden meaning behind his actions. You wanted to know if you were the only one with rampant thoughts and trembling breath.
You were imagining his hands- his strong, soft hands abandoning their current placement. Instead, they traveled up your shin, calf, knee. His fingertips drawing shapes along your bare legs in such a manner that you knew he had a hidden objective.
“Y/N, you’re freezing.” Danny rubbed the tops of your feet to warm them up, like someone would do to the hands after coming in from outside on a chilly day.
His statement brought you out of your thoughts, but with the direction they had been going in, was that really a bad thing?
“Danny, I’m fine.” You scoffed and went to pull your feet from his grasp.
“Seriously, your feet are like ice cubes,” he repeated, this time, keeping a strong hold on your ankles to prevent you from moving. For some reason, his grip made you blush.
You tried to snap out of your daze again, only knowing to return his argument. “They are not. Dan-“
“Come here,” he cut you off. In an instant he pulled your legs, draping them over his lap and brought you closer to him. Your protests were silenced by the action, and you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from sighing and melting into him.
“See? Isn’t that much better?” he hummed into the top of your head. You could have sworn your heart skipped a beat and every ounce of air escaped your lungs. You weren’t just watching this movie together. You were snuggling on the couch. With Danny.
You always imagined yourself like this with him, especially since you spent so much time with the boys, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this. There was no one in the house other than the two of you. No one to use as a buffer. No one to interrupt whatever might transpire from all of this.
You felt the heat radiate off of him, and his arm draped across your shoulders to nuzzle you in that much closer. Enough to feel his chest rise and fall with each deep, calming breath. The same thumb that rubbed circles on the top of your foot moments ago, was now working on the peak of your shoulder.
You couldn’t have relaxed if your life depended on it. Each muscle was stiff, tense with anticipation and nerves as Danny started exploring your body, yet he was still treading in the harmless and platonic territory. At least in your mind he was.
His other hand found a position right below your knee, tucked away from sight underneath the throw blanket you had draped across yourself.
It felt like it was searing into the flesh, but in reality it was a gentle, warm touch that brushed across your soft skin. Almost absentmindedly. Fingertips circled around your knees, and at some points drummed delicately against the surface.
Danny drummed his hands on practically anything in front of him most of the time, so you really shouldn’t have thought much about it, but now? Feeling him tap on your bare legs felt way more intimate than you could have anticipated.
Now, it is impossible for you to focus. The screen had just become something for your eyes to look at, but they weren’t really taking anything in. Especially as Danny’s hand continued to inch further and further up your leg, giving gentle squeezes to your thigh.
Your breath hitched in your throat, and you let out a shaky sigh from the feeling. Just as they did when you imagined them, the teasing, barely-there touches of his fingers created a heat to build between your legs. Instinctively, you squeezed them together, hoping to suppress the overwhelming buzz that resided in your senses. You thought he’d stop here, just before the line was crossed. The higher up his hands traveled, the faster your heart rate became. You were certain you’d pass out just as they slipped under the opening of your pajama shorts.
Without further thought, you sprung to your feet, looking for an outlet and a reason to escape the embarrassment of being way too into the mindless actions of your best friend. However, before you could walk away from the couch, Danny grabbed your wrist. Just enough to spin you so you faced him, tugging you forward that you tumbled on top of him.
Your hand caught his shoulder as one knee sunk into the cushion beside him. Before you had the chance to react, you were straddling over his lap.
He looked up at you, his large brown eyes peering into yours, deep enough you could fall right into them. His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist in a tightened grip that made your palm was rest against his chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He whispered, so close that you felt his breath fan across your lips.
His eyes broke away to flick down to your lips, and back again. An intense heat flashed through your face, blurring your vision as you attempted to form a coherent response.
“Uhh… I uhhh…I-I’ll be right back,” you stammered over your words and you pulled your hand from his grasp and shuffled off of him.
You walked out of your living room into the kitchen, nearly stumbling over your feet from how flustered you had become. You were reeling, desperate to ground yourself to reality as you paced back and forth between your fridge and sink. Get it together.
“You okay?” Danny asked as he came up from behind you, startling you from your racing thoughts.
“Yeah…yeah,” You swallowed harshly. “I’m just cold. Going to get another blanket.”
“In the kitchen?”
“No. Well…yes I guess.”
He just stared at you, smirking at your expense, “Let’s just finish the movie. and here-“ he paused and started to pull the sweatshirt off his body. The t-shirt he wore underneath clung to the hoodie, revealing his stomach to you as he pulled it over his head. Your eyes lingered on the dark trail of hair starting from his navel down to below the waistband of his jeans. What would it feel like to brush your lips across it as you kissed down his stomach?
The thought made you shudder as you tried to shake it from your mind. He offered the sweatshirt and all you could do was stare at it as he held it in his hand. He finished his previous statement with a smile. “-you can wear this if you’re cold.”
You took the clothing from his hand, rolling the soft material in your fingers when you asked, “Do- do we have to finish the movie?”
You cursed yourself for stuttering, knowing he already had the upperhand in whatever this was. The idea of being back on the couch with him should’ve excited you, but all you could think about was how your guard was slowly coming down. Each small touch, glance, graze of his fingers, had you nervous that you’d let all of your pent-up emotions surface.
He smirked, watching you enter your inner torment before teasing you once more. “Why? You’re not scared are you?”
“No!” You answered, much too quickly. “No, not at all. I just-”
“You think something’s out to get you? Or someone?” He was getting closer, stalking as if he had just spotted the prey that would serve as his meal for the night, backing you closer and closer to the counter behind you.
You tried to laugh it off, accepting that this was just part of his plan to make you break. It seemed as if he knew how you felt about him, but how could you be so sure? Maybe he just liked the game you both were playing. That he was playing.
“I think if anything’s out to get me-” you started nervously. “-it would be you, Daniel.”
His laugh was genuine before he returned to the same - almost cocky - tone he had used prior. “Maybe I am.”
You wanted to take it as a confession that this was something he was interested in exploring, at least for the night. The possibility made your cheeks red, and you had to break the eye contact you were starting to love a little too much. Your head dropped down, watching the distance between you lessen and lessen until his chest was essentially pressed to yours. He had successfully locked you between him and the counter with a hand on either side of you.
The smell of his cologne wafted over you, making you shiver and sigh. A sight he apparently enjoyed seeing.
“You know the one rule of most scary movies, right?”
You kept your head down, knowing that this was just another avenue that would lead to him teasing you. And that teasing would only embarrass you more. You settled on answering his question by shaking your head.
A gentle finger hooked under your chin, bringing your face back up to watch him lean into you. You thought he was on the path to connect your lips, but he missed them just barely, instead leaning to your ear to whisper the answer to what seemed like a rhetorical question.
“Don’t have sex,” he rasped, warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear and down the side of your neck.
You laughed nervously, hoping the noise would wake you up from this dream you were in. You were losing yourself in his touch, and you knew it was a slippery slope from here. “W-what?”
He drew away from you, finger still under your chin and thumb caressing the soft skin. “I guess someone was distracted.”
You give him a confused look, not sure what he was really getting at.
“If you were actually watching the movie, Y/N-” he started. “-you would know what I’m talking about. Don’t. Have. Sex.” He let his eyes fixate on your mouth, unabashedly staring as he punctuated each of his words with a light tap to your bottom lip.
You huffed in laughter, hoping it would mask the nerves that had made your stomach flip wildly in knots all night long. “Well… easy enough then.”
He smiled at you, and his hand retreated from your chin to trail down your arm, only abandoning its path to rest on your hip. “Is it?”
“I- I think so.” Any second now, you’d be melting away. You were running out of patience with him and yourself. There was only so much you could put up with under the label of ‘friends.’ His hand on your hip - gripping as if you’d try to walk away - and his body pressing into yours was making it harder and harder for you to keep your cool.
“You only think? You have to be sure, Y/N.” He was mocking you now, watching you tremble and waiting for you to crumble under his touch.
“Danny…” you warned.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“…No”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“I-“
“Come on. I know that pretty little head of yours is full of even prettier thoughts. Be a doll and tell me about them.” His other hand brushed hair that had fallen over your cheek to tuck it behind your ear. As it did, his hand stayed on your face, cupping your cheek as he asked, “What do you want?”
What did you want? Did you want him to keep going at the same pace he had set from the beginning of the night? Did you want to see where this all went, follow his lead to see where it took you? Part of you wanted to say yes. The other part… unreadable.
The only part you could listen to, however, was the one screaming at you to agree with him, to tell him the first thing running through your mind, the thing you were most certain of.
“…Kiss me? Please I just-“ you cut yourself off, scared that you’d mess up this chance by the abundance of words trying to spill from you.
“Is that what you really want?” He lowered his head even closer than before, hovering inches away from your lips. You felt his fingers search for your hand that was propped on the edge of the counter.
He pulled it into his own, interlacing his fingers in yours, holding them for a moment until you mumbled a feeble, “…yes.”
His hand released from yours to trail up your arm, tickling your skin with a feather-light touch of fingertips. They reached the side of your neck, dancing along your jaw to cup your cheek for a second time.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.”
With the amount of teasing that had bounced between you both, you didn’t think he was serious. You thought he’d finally back down, realize that this was too much. That this is not what he wanted. But he didn’t retreat.
And even then, you didn’t think the kiss would be as sweet as it was. You imagined that he’d take the chance to devour you, if that’s what he really wanted. The anticipation was sure to make him hungry, and you imagined the kiss would be reckless. But it wasn’t.
In fact, it was almost… gentle. His soft, plush lips connected with yours in a way that was entirely too tender, too affectionate for this to be a moment of lust. You couldn’t help but sigh into his mouth, however, a small whimper accompanying the breath. And that’s when the tempo seemed to shift.
It was almost a growl, the noise returned to you. A deep groan from the base of his sternum that resonated through you while his lips pushed against yours just a tad harder. The noise you had made was the cause of it all, and you knew that this was going to be much more than just a kiss.
The hand on your cheek shifted to the nape of your neck, tugging lightly on the hair that rested there, and the hand on your hip moved to your ass, gripping and kneading into the flesh. You let your hands travel under his shirt, just barely, to rest on his hips while you kissed him. However, the cotton covering his torso was shed in an instant, and he bent slightly to place a solid grip to the back of your thighs while he reconnected your lips. Before you knew it, you were being lifted and placed gently on the counter you had been pressed against.
He touched you as if he’d been longing for it for centuries. He was mapping out the expanse of your body, documenting every mark and curve like they were road signs to guide him along the way. In an attempt to make you whimper once more, he bit your bottom lip before soothing the pain by sucking on it. The action only caused his tongue to roam and deepen the kiss.
You could feel his hands slipping under your shirt, first staying at the small of your back, holding you. Keeping you still. But as your grip tightened on his hips, his did as well. His soft hands became rough, his nails digging into your skin and scratching you as he held you close. They traveled up and down your spine, now wandering along the details that lie there. The stretch marks, the freckles and moles, the scars. Nothing was to be left undiscovered.
And when they meandered to the front of your body, tracing over your belly before finally caressing the skin of your breasts, you sucked in a breath. A gasp that he swallowed down greedily before pulling away from you just enough to breathe in your air.
Danny didn’t stay there long, though. A quick swipe of his thumb against your nipples was all he gave you before continuing his expedition, his hands dropping lower… lower. Of course, he stopped to tease you by only letting the tips of his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts and panties. Once he heard another sweet sound fall from your lips, he allowed himself to continue, not hesitating in his actions before his fingers dipped into your folds.
You cried out in a hoarse, broken voice, “…Danny.”
The ease of how his name fell from your open mouth surprised you, and him from how a low growl rumbled his chest when he finally felt how wet you truly were,
“Fuck. Say it again.” He panted into your ear, circling your clit with precision. He took a hold of your wrist to guide you to his erection straining under the tightness of his jeans.
You grazed your palm over the covered length, whispering a soft “Oh my god.”
Having your suspicions from letting your mind wander all this time was one thing, but actually knowing if your thoughts were correct was another.
A smile formed against your cheek from your reaction, basking in the stroke of his ego you had just given him, “You feel how hard that made me? Just hearing you cry my name.”
The way his fingers fluttered against you coaxed anything he could want from you, especially his name tumbling from your kiss-swollen lips.
In the frenzy you had found yourself in, your shirt was tossed to the floor, and whatever self-consciousness you might have had with having your bare chest exposed to him, evaporated the instant his lips wrapped around your nipple.
He traveled down your body peppering the supple skin between your breasts and across your belly as he sank to his knees beneath you. Your hands dove into the tresses of long curly hair, tightening in anticipation as he made his way down.
A breathy laugh fluttered below your navel when you tugged his hair from his scalp, maybe a little too tight. The air from his mouth tickled your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, making you clench in need.
His fingers gripped into the thickness of your thighs with his arms hooked around them, breathing you in as he rubbed the hard bridge of his nose into your covered core.
He tugged at the waistbands around you, and in an action that should’ve been embarrassing and awkward, you wiggled to help him free you from your shorts and panties. If you were being honest, you couldn’t focus on anything else besides Danny’s mouth exploring every inch of your body. He guided your legs to rest on his broad shoulders and you instinctively pulled him closer to you.
“Someone’s excited.” He nipped on the delicate skin of your inner thigh, causing you to flinch before he quickly soothed the sharp sting with a flick of his tongue.
Even if you wanted to bicker with him, maybe to throw a witty remark back, you would have been cut off as soon as his face dove into your pussy. You threw your head back into the cabinet behind you the instant his mouth connected with you.
His lust-darkened eyes, massive and endless as they pulled you into their depths, looked up at you while he worked on your clit. You watched as his tongue rolled around the sensitive bud, sucking lapping it into the comforting warmth of his mouth, Savoring it as if you were the sweetest candy he had ever tasted
“Danny…” You whined, dragging his name out in your ragged, pitchy voice. Your hips bucked up to grind into his face, desperate in their search for more. “Danny, please!”
He growled into you, shuddering at the sound of his name falling freely from your lips like a depraved, shameless prayer. The tears welling in your eyes started to blur your vision, but you were able to see his hand leave your thigh to reach down to where you swore you caught him palming himself over his jeans.
As much as you wanted to see him, to take in every little detail of how he looked between your spread legs so you could lock that memory away for later, he was pushing you to the very limit.
Your poor muscles ached from the uncomfortable strain of this position, but you couldn’t care less if you tried. The merciless grip you had on the handful of the curls sitting on the crown of his head should’ve been painful. Not once did he complain. Instead, the arm that was wrapped around your leg, spread you apart with his fingers before continuing to please you.
He knew you were teetering right on the edge. He could see it in the way your head had practically fused into the cabinet from pressing it so hard into the wood. In the way you were shaking, trembling as you felt it right in your grasp, so close. In the way you were practically hanging off the edge of your kitchen counter from chasing the ever-tightening coil. However, the movements of his tongue slowed, almost painfully slow to tease you. To bring you back under his control.
“Fuck- What the hell, Danny?” you huffed at him, upset with his antics.
He giggled, kissing the sweetness of your pussy before answering, “Oh, you’ve been waiting for this for so long. What’s a few more minutes?”
Much to your dismay, you saw him shifting to return to his standing position in front of you. You would’ve complained further if he completely detached from you, but he didn’t. His lips were leaving deep, wet kisses back up your abdomen and chest, all the way to your neck and behind your ear. He slipped a teasing finger inside you, the slow, languid motion making you wrap your legs around him to keep him there for as long as you could. But as he curled his finger, you quickly lost whatever control you thought you had.
You braced yourself with your hands propped on the counter behind you, and as you did so, you felt your fingers brush past an object. You reached, this time with more intention, and once it was in your palm, you knew exactly what it was. And what you wanted him to do with it.
The mask he had worn at the beginning of the night, apparently a staple of the movie he was so eager to watch with you, had been tossed on the counter long ago. Forgotten until now.
You had barely any time to actually see him in the mask, but for some reason, you craved it. Even with his lips on your neck and fingers buried deep inside of you, that was all you could think about. Without much thought, you brought the mask in front of you, shoving it into his chest.
His movements stilled, and he slowly drew back from you, giving you a curious expression once he was in your line of sight. You could still feel the languid movement of his finger pumping inside you, but your focus was on his face. His eyes dropped to the mask for a moment before meeting yours, his free hand grabbing the mask from your hands.
“What do you want, sweet girl?” His voice was silken, husky as he asked his question.
“Put it on,” you purred. “Please, Danny. Put it on.”
He smirked at your pleas, how soft and quiet they were. You sounded prettier than he had ever imagined, and what kind of person would he be to deny you at a time like this?
He continued his intense stare while his finger retreated from its warm place inside you, and the stare didn’t falter once he brought it to his lips, licking and sucking the sweet taste of you off of him. Now clean, he used the hand to adjust the mask as necessary to pull it over his head. You couldn’t stop yourself from groaning once he had put it on.
Your hands had a mind of their own, reaching for the button of his jeans so you could make him feel as good as he had to you.
He watched you as you worked to free him from the confines of his pants and boxers, hand cupping your jaw in a loving, yet possessive way. And once you succeeded, you didn’t hesitate to wrap your hands around his length in an instant.
Danny’s breathing was muffled from behind the mask, but you could still hear the distinct shakiness in the exhale once you began stroking him. There was something about the mystery of it all, the image of his face contorting under the mask, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open, that really intrigued you.
“Is this what you wanted?” He teased. “You wanted me to wear this for you while you play with my cock?”
It was filthy, such a dirty question, and if you had any sense, you’d answer him. But of course, you couldn’t form a sentence that accurately described what you wanted from him. In fact, you hadn’t been aware that you wanted him to wear the mask until moments ago. The only thing you were sure of is that you wanted him. All of him.
He grabbed your wrists with an aggression you were not prepared for, wrenching your hands off of him and holding them tightly.
“I asked you a question, doll,” he taunted. His voice had somehow gotten even darker, as if he were speaking from pure, animalistic lust. And the chuckle paired with the pet name sent shivers down your spine.
You nodded, unable to speak up, but desperate to comply with him. However, once you had given your answer of yes, you wished you hadn’t. Instead of releasing your hands to allow you to continue jerking him off, he only let go so he could pick up where you left off.
You wanted to protest, to tell him to stop so you could do it for him, but the sight in front of you, Danny’s hands working over himself so naturally, was one you weren’t sure you’d ever get to see again. It made your mouth drool, your legs wrapping around his hips just a touch tighter. Your hands rested on his biceps, and you could feel the muscles tighten and flex under your grasp.
His chest was heaving already, seemingly so close to his climax before you could do much of anything about it. You whimpered at the thought of this all being over so soon. You didn’t think Danny would be like any other guy, ending the encounter before helping you find your release, but you couldn’t help but worry. You wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted to feel your walls flutter around him while he fucked you senseless. You needed it. You were afraid you had come this far and would still never get that.
But just as you thought it was all over, he stopped. After one last swipe of his thumb across the head, gathering the stray glistening beads that had accumulated, the digit was brought to your lips. You looked up at him, into the vacant, expressionless face of the mask, before obediently taking his finger into your mouth.
He groaned, relishing in your sweet, innocent gaze as you completed the task. However, he quickly became disappointed at your impatient attempts to fumble for his cock and align it with your entrance. So, so needy.
Your mind didn’t register the fact that his finger was no longer in your mouth until you felt a hand around your throat.
“Aht,” he tsked. “I can do that my fucking self. Greedy.”
He dragged the head of his cock up and down, collecting your wetness to coat himself in lazy, teasing movements.
Danny leaned in to whisper into your ear, voice low and raspy, “Do you want it?”
You sighed at the sound, the sound coming out a strangled mess with his palm squeezing around your throat. With what strength you could, you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck to keep him against your cheek. The cold, white plastic of the mask made you shiver, but the warmth that radiated from him was enough to combat it. You had forgotten to respond, too immersed in the feeling of him.
“Hmm?” he tried again, bringing you slowly back to him, back to the present.
“…Yes,” you finally answered, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him.
“Yes, what?” Suddenly, you felt too shy to say the words aloud, but with the way the tip of his cock was gliding over your clit with each push of his hips was driving you over the edge. “Just be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
You whined, sure that there would be tears streaming down your face if he continued his teasing. Through the blurry haze of lack of oxygen and unbridled desire, you were able to give him a full sentence. Exactly what he was looking for. “Danny, I want to feel you, please!”
At last, Danny huffed a satisfied laugh before he lined himself up with you. You expected him to thrust into you with how long you have built up to this moment. You even yourself braced for it.
Instead, he just let his cock sink into you with ease, inch-by-inch you accepted him, and relished in his ability to make you ready for this. So needy for him that you ached for it.
You sensed the change in his breathing as he bottomed out inside you, groaning your name into the crook of your neck. You had wanted this for so long. Thought about for too many nights with your fingers slipping under your panties, imagining him instead of yourself.
You tried to absorb every little detail that you could, but you became frustrated that the majority of this moment was being obscured by the mask covering his face. You couldn’t see his expression, you couldn’t look to him for guidance, you couldn’t even kiss him. And god did you miss kissing him.
You fumbled to grasp ahold to the bottom of his mask, trying desperately to get it off of him so you could reunite with the beautiful face. Much too tired of your attempts, he released his hold on your neck to rip the mask off of himself. And in the blink of an eye, you were able to see Danny’s flushed cheeks, glistening forehead, darkened pupils, as if it were the first time you’d ever seen him.
As if he were greeting a long lost lover, he let his hands rest on either of your cheeks and pulled you in for another sweet, passionate kiss. You felt complete, connected in every way without any rush to the objective. This was the objective.
Now, you could focus on the details. The way his soft hair brushes against your face and tickles your bare skin, how his teeth graze the peak of your shoulder between kisses as he stretches you out. How strong the hold is around your waist in his need to steady himself. The way you can taste the slight saltiness of his skin when you kiss his throat.
The both of you took in the moment, holding each other as the sounds of your combined panting echoed around the walls of your kitchen. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping his cock throbbing deep within you, unmoving and unwavering. You could stay here forever.
His hands roamed the expanse of your back until his fingers knotted into the hair at the nape of your neck. You cried out, digging your nails into his back as you felt a particular tug to the locks in his hand.
He pulled away, suddenly a slight shift in his demeanor, eyes darting between yours “You okay?
“Yeah…just-“ You paused, trying to gather your thoughts as best as you could. “-you feel so good, Danny.”
The hint of a smirk indicated that he was pleased to hear you say such a thing, and he let his eyes fall to your lips as he licked over his own. “Yeah? It feels good?”
You nodded, a pathetic mewl ringing from you as he pulled out slightly and slowly, bringing your attention to the shape of him and the friction it provided. He watched as your lips formed a perfect ‘O’ to show just how much you were enjoying yourself, and it wasn’t long before he reconnected his lips to them, plunging right back into you right as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
Danny had left you suspended, leaving your eventual release just within grasp only moments ago. You were no longer treading in the ocean of your pleasure, he was drowning you in it.
That coil that had been tightening within your belly finally snapped, sending you into the crashing wall of your climax without mercy. You tightened around him, but he continued to fuck you through it, riding in the waves of your orgasm.
The self-control he once possessed was long gone with the force of him finally unleashing his hips into you, filling the room with the lewd sounds of his body connecting with the back of your legs, acting as his own sinful metronome.
The grip he had onto your thigh was harsh, serving as his only anchor to you. You knew he was right behind you with how his thrusts began to falter, pairing them with a strangled moan of his own.
Later on, you would find your shoulder and neck littered with a crude pattern of love marks and impressions of his teeth from him losing himself in the feeling of you.
Just how you sang his name through the height of your ecstasy, yours was being mumbled into the sweat-dampened skin of your throat.��
If this was what being with Dannt was like, you were going to chase this high from this moment forth. In a frantic movement just as he pushed past the point of no return, his tongue slipped into your mouth once again. He was connected to you every way he possibly could right as he started to let go. Your legs locked tighter around him than ever before, keeping him stilled as the warmth of his release spilled deep into you.
You didn’t want him to ever leave. You wanted to keep him close to you, inside you for as long as you possibly could.
You basked in each other's presence for a while, allowing your breathing and heart rates to return to normal. Fighting his own desires, he finally pulled from you, making you both wince from the loss of contact.
He tucked himself back into his jeans before helping you off the counter, taking your hand until your feet connected with the floor. To your surprise, your legs were weaker than you predicted, wobbling violently under the sudden weight of your body.
He bent down to pick you up when he noticed you struggle, but you pressed your hand to his chest as you huffed in protest, “Daniel, I can walk in my own home.”
“Did you not just see yourself almost fall? Let me take care of you.”
“I thought that’s what you just did.”
“Oh, come here.” He pulled you in, hitching your legs around his waist as he stood up.
Danny carried you across your apartment with ease, despite how much he just exerted himself. He kicked the door to your bedroom open with his foot.
Laying you across your bed, he let you sink into the sea of blankets and pillows beneath you completing the gesture with a tender kiss placed on your lips.
He left your bedroom for a few minutes to return with a warm washcloth in hand.
“Danny-“
He cooed, crawling over the bed towards you, “Shhh, take your time. Relax.”
He took extra care in helping you clean up, and roamed his hands over your body only to admire your beauty. He shuffled under the sheet across your bed to get cozy, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. You both laid in a peaceful silence, and you listened to his heart thump at a steady pace once again.
“Can we watch a different movie, one that’s not so scary?”
“Sure,” he mumbled into your hair, “what did you have in mind?”
You thought it over for a minute, flipping through the possibilities until you landed on one that made you smile, “Hocus Pocus?”
He giggled at your answer, squeezing your arm, “You’re adorable.”
“Shut up. It’s a classic!”
He helped you put on the new choice of movie, settling back into your comfortable position.
You let the familiar scenes of the childhood classic lull you into a sleepy daze. And you were happy with that, leaving things unsaid for now, wrapped in each other’s arms as you watched the silly movie. His fingers twirled in your hair by your temple as yours traced along the details of his stomach. You wouldn’t have changed a single thing about this moment if given the opportunity.
Just before you started to drift away into slumber from sleep heavy eyes, he joked one last time, “You know… you’re kinkier than I thought.”
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Midnight Dip
Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader
Summary: You can't sleep on a hot summer night, so Danny comes up with an adventurous alternative.
Word Count: 1,600
Warnings: swearing, non-sexual nudity
A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.
The sheets were too sweaty on that humid summer night. Your childhood home lacked air conditioning, so you and Danny were damned to a week of staying as far away from each other as possible in bed.
Clearly, the big fan on your ceiling did very little to aid the cause. Your boyfriend's big body tended to take up a majority of the space, so it was no help that you couldn't cling onto him like usual. Thus, you were resigned to the edge of your mattress in the sweltering heat.
You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was probably just under one. Unsticking your legs from the sheet, you headed over to the bathroom to splash water on your face and try to reset for a better night's rest.
Not wanting to wake Danny, you waited until the door was shut before turning on the light. Once on, it lit the room in a yellow-ish hue and started the humming of the shower fan.
You opened the squeaky closet door to find a rag made from one of your old beach towels. You were pretty sure it used to be Hello Kitty. Now, it just looked like a mess of colors and old makeup stains despite being fresh out of the laundry.
You wet the rag, squeezed out the excess water, and put it up to your face. Sweet, momentary relief.
You contemplated just bringing the wet rag into bed to rest on your forehead, but you hated the idea of waking up with a damp spot beside your head. So, you dabbed yourself in a last bit of coolness and tossed it into the hamper. You went to open the door and head back to bed, but before your hand even reached the knob, it was opening.
"Hey baby. You okay?" Danny's sleepy voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Normally you'd want to jump his bones when his muscles looked that good. But right now, in the heat, you had negative interest in getting even sweatier.
"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. It's too fucking hot," you complained.
"I know. Next time we're coming back with a window AC. I'll install it myself."
"Please..." you replied, placing your hands on his cheeks. He smiled softly into them, his dreary eyes blinking ever so slowly.
The two of you shuffled back to the bed and attempted to get comfortable once more. He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your palm before placing it back by your side. After a minute or so, Danny spoke up.
"Idea."
"Mhm?"
"You're nowhere near falling asleep, right?" he asked, rolling on his side to face you.
"Hell no."
"Perfect. Go put on some pants and meet me by the front door."
Confused, you questioned him. "Danny, it's like, after midnight. Where're you trying to take me? Everything is closed..."
"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a mischievous pout.
A few minutes later, Danny was revving up his car in the driveway. You hopped into the passenger seat and reached to turn on the air while Danny put a location into Apple Maps. The genius he is, he angled the phone so you couldn't see where you were going. It wasn't until the two of you turned down Great Neck Road that you realized where he was taking you.
"Wait, are we going to the beach?" you asked.
"Maaaaybe..." he said, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.
You'd told Danny countless stories of nights spent at the beach when you were in high school. When everything closed at 9pm, the shore was always open and practically begging for stupid teenagers to do reckless shit.
You'd told him of the time that Mark set off a firework on accident and the police got called. You'd told him of the (several) occasions on which you'd fallen asleep with your best friend on the beach only to wake up with the sunrise and a hoodie full of sand.
"I figured we might as well add a little memory to the late-night-beach collection." The side of his mouth turned up a little bit into the tiniest smile. "But if you'd rather, we can ju-"
"No!" you cut him off, "This is a great idea. I'm honestly honored that you remembered..."
"Of course I remembered," he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. "Call me crazy, but I think we should go in." Despite admitting to the craziness of the idea, he sounded completely serious.
"Like... in the ocean? Now? In our clothes?"
"I mean, we don't have to wear our clothes..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked his shoulder at the heinous suggestion of skinny dipping in the ocean.
No way in hell were you letting seaweed get up your asscrack.
"Okay, I mean we can wear our underwear if you want, but I feel like we'd want dry clothes to ride back in, no?" he suggested.
"Damn. You're right. What if someone else is here? I don't want to be caught half nude by an innocent bystander who probably knows my Dad..."
The two of you inspected the parking lot and scanned the shore as best as you could. Luckily, the moon was near full and the light reflected off of the sea just enough to make out any other visitors.
"Y/N, we're the only ones here. Everyone else has air conditioning and is happily asleep. Probably cold, even."
You knew he was right. Damn those people.
So, that's how Danny convinced you to strip down to your underwear. You ran (as best as you could in the shifting sand) hand-in-hand towards the water's edge, which was just about at high-tide.
You weren't sure why, in all your years of living by the beach, you never dared to enter the ocean in the dark of night. It seemed so much more intimidating, more ominous... more sacred, even.
"Okay, on the count of three," he encouraged. "One, two, THREE!" On three, he practically dragged you into the waves with him. You yelped just a little, but were silenced when a wave covered your head and cut you off.
"FUCK it's cold!" he whined. All you could do was chuckle as you pulled him closer, this time using your body heat for good. You wrapped one arm around his back while your other hand toyed with his necklace. It was obsidian, you thought. With a black cord tying it around his neck.
"I want one of these," you told him, eyeing the jewelry.
"You can have it, if you want it, baby." Always the giver.
"No, I want my own. That way we can match." You peeked up at him in the moonlight through your wet eyelashes.
His curly hair was mostly held together in the quick bun he'd put it in, but a few strands clung to his forehead. You reached to move one behind his ear as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.
"You know you're so beautiful, right?" he murmured. You blushed. "Are you sure you're not a siren?" He knew how embarrassed you got whenever he complimented you, and you hid your face in his chest. "I'm serious, Y/N." You placed a small kiss on his chest as a form of acknowledgement and thanks.
Running your hands down his muscly arms, you mentally thanked him for suggesting you leave your clothes in the car. Even this short time in the water was making you a bit chilly coupled with the slight breeze off the waves.
"Shall we get dried off then?" he suggested. You nodded, but not before pulling his face into yours. You kissed him slowly, sacredly. You kissed him like he'd be gone with the sunrise. You deepened the kiss as he ushered for you to wrap your legs around him. Your lips made their way from his mouth to his jaw and, eventually, his collarbones.
"What was that for?" he asked, once he caught his breath.
"Just because. You love me so well."
"Hm. You're right. I do love you." Danny scared you a bit when he suddenly swept you off of your feet and into his arms, bridal style. It was a bit tricky wading up to the shore with the waves coming against his back and you in his hands, but he somehow made it. You dodged the dried seaweed in your path and padded back to the car.
Once you were both clothed again and settled under the interior car light, you looked him in the eyes.
"Thank you, Danny." You could tell he was about to argue and say it was no big deal, but he caught the sincere gratitude in your eyes.
"You're welcome," he reassured with a kiss to your forehead. The two of you held hands on the center console the whole way back home and snuck back inside like two 15-year-olds trying to avoid waking up anyone else in the house.
With little giggles and sush-es, you made your way back to the bathroom to squeeze the water out of your hair and get the sand out from between your toes.
Finally back in your bed, the heat wasn't so damning anymore. You weren't sticky from sweat, but rather from the salt water that lingered on your skin. The dampness of your hair kept you cool as you lulled off into a deep sleep beside Danny.
His hand found its way to your chest and stayed there until morning.
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Love that while online fandom in general is having a weird meltdown about the morality of enjoying anything darker than sanitized fluff in fiction, the Danny Phantom fandom is still sitting in the corner 16 years after the show ended with a blankie and cocoa and their 10,000th deep-fanon supertorture cannibalism vivisection psychological horror fic
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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."
The body didn't move.
"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."
And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.
Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.
The dead body sat up.
Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"
Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.
Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.
"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."
The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.
"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."
The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.
It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.
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man this sucks (<- likes a niche character that hardly has any fan content)
#ramblings with major#im like half the danny tag blease im suffering#i need more of my guy#happy fun wholesome stokers When#there is some but i need More#especially in fic form
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Let’s Share (teaser)
Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!Reader x Josh Kiszka
Summary: you’re undeniably Danny’s but, he doesn’t mind sharing.
Warnings: all of them. this will be pure smut with basically zero plot. MINORS STAY AWAY. 18+ ONLY.
a/n: once again, a feral thought has infiltrated my brain & the only thing i have left to do is write it. here’s a little sneak peek of what i’ve been brewing. 😉
this will be, by far, the smuttiest thing i have ever posted/written.
ENJOY. 🤍
Danny’s fingers hold your dripping pussy open while he keeps you still on his lap, giving Josh full access to your most delicate spots.
Josh leans in, giving your clit an open mouthed kiss.
“She’s so swollen, Danny. I think you were a little rough on her.”
He delves in with his tongue, adding small flicks just under your clit. The sensation is nearly overwhelming.
Danny’s fingers create a v around Josh’s tongue, rubbing up and down your center until they meet your entrance. He pushes them in while Josh laps and sucks at you.
“F-fuck…sir, I- can I please cum?”
“Hm. What do you think, Josh? Has she earned it?”
Josh's tongue joins Danny’s fingers that are pounding into you without relent, licking away at your entrance and Danny’s coated digits as he brings his thumb up to continue his attack on your sensitive clit.
“Cum for us, angel. All over my face and Danny’s hand. Make a beautiful, fucking mess.”
stay tuned…😈
*this WILL contain a little bit between Danny & Josh.
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Under the Table
Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader
Word Count: ~3700
Warnings: public sex; fingering; dirty talking; 18+ ONLY
I’ve had this idea in my head for soooo long, y’all. I hope you enjoy <3
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Weddings were normally a lot of fun for you, at least in memory–a time to dress up, go somewhere new, kick back, drink, eat and dance without a care in the world–but in this sea of mostly strangers, you felt anxious and out of place. Everyone clearly knew everyone else, while you were a nameless, faceless entity that had showed up as a plus one. You hadn’t even properly prepared for the weather either but your bag in the hotel contained only one possible wedding outfit and, unfortunately, the chilly autumn evening didn’t do well with bare legs and no jacket. You were eternally grateful when the beautiful but cold outdoor ceremony ended and you got to get inside the actual venue. The winery was elegance on top of elegance, a bit of a surprise after mostly being accustomed to bars and breweries–it was full of generous round tables laid in amber and wine colored tablecloths, soft gold lights and even a disco ball in the center of the dance floor, everything shiny and dim at once, the subdued darkness that equated to ambiance giving you a surge of confidence. If you could situate yourself in the shadows, maybe you wouldn’t feel so out of place.
Even Danny seemed a little at a loss though. He wasn’t particularly close with this uncle and those cousins and without the Kiszka posse there with you both, things seemed a little less secure somehow. The steady, comfortable chaos from the group dynamic was gone, something unfamiliar especially when alcohol and dancing was involved. But Danny had a plus one, not a plus three, and although Sam had accused him of choosing “the other woman” over him again, you were there. Hopefully to be some kind of anchor if Danny needed it.
You followed him to a table in the far corner of the huge room, the wall of windows behind it at least giving some breathing room with the view of the vineyard outside and the deep blue sky above it. It hadn’t even been Danny’s choice where you’d be sitting–your name and his were on little placards in front of two chairs, and the rest of the table listed names to people you didn’t know and Danny only vaguely knew by name and not really by face, apparently. So, sliding through the crowd that was still caught in the open entrance, you sat down with your glasses of wine and waited to see who else would join the table of outcasts.
“Who’s Macy?” you asked, plucking the name card next to you and showing it to Danny. You’d already slammed a glass of wine at the bar before you managed to bring the drinks to the table and, on an empty stomach, the alcohol was already warming you inside and out.
Danny took the card and stared at it as if looking at it harder would jog some memory of the person that never existed in his world to begin with. “Uh–I don’t know. Maybe a friend? A third cousin? Probably a distant cousin.”
It was Danny’s uncle who was getting married and not for the first time, but it was the first of his weddings Danny had attended as an adult. “Well, maybe we’re at the kid’s table,” you remarked, looking around for Danny’s parents who’d disappeared after the ceremony, clearly seated elsewhere. “Or one of the kid’s tables. Like, adults but not quite adults yet.”
“We’re adults. You just chugged a whole glass of wine.” Danny elbowed your side. “I think someone’s coming.”
Not just one someone, but two, evidently another couple, just older enough than you and Danny to validate your kid’s table theory. They approached, the man with a beer foaming in a clear glass and the woman with a glass of wine to match your own, and looked down at the name cards. Sheepishly, like they knew they were also being a little outcast, the woman slid into the chair three down from you and the man into the chair next to hers.
Slowly but steadily, others joined and the table was full of unfamiliar faces. You made the wine last as you and everyone else did the introductions and chit chat, then watched the bride and groom make their rounds. You’d forgotten how much of a wedding involved simply sitting around and you were starting to get antsy, bouncing your leg under the table with your heel tapping against the shiny hardwood.
Danny laid a gentle hand on your knee, momentarily stilling your bouncing. “Want another drink?” he asked as you downed the rest of your wine. You didn’t want to be left alone at the table, but you also didn’t want to be as sober as you still were, so you let him go, your eyes lingering on his backside as he made his way over to the bar. He looked so good–long, umber dark curls like a waterfall down his shoulders and the center of his back, the same strong back with the sturdy broad shoulders you loved so much, a sight to behold even just from behind and fully clothed. He didn’t even need any input on the outfit–the black pants hugged his thighs just right and the deep indigo shirt beneath the shimmering black jacket made him look like he was straight from another era, and one that suited him well.
You were proud to show him off, maybe especially here. After sufficiently observing, you could safely say you and Danny were by far the hottest couple there. That thought made you smile cheekily to yourself, and you watched Danny at the bar as he ordered, then he turned and caught you staring; he winked, and you stuck your tongue out at him, making him laugh.
With Danny turned again to grab the wine from the bartender, you looked over at the long tables at the sides, slowly being filled by caterers. You really just wanted to get more drinks, get up to dance and then go back to the hotel with Danny–you wondered how long you’d both end up staying anyway, especially if it took forever to get the food out to everyone. You could guess that you’d be one of the last tables to get called up to the troughs.
“Three?” you asked, attention brought to your doting boyfriend again as he came back over with two wine glasses in his right hand and one in his left. He set two down in front of you, removed his jacket to drape over his chair and took his place next to you once more, shifting his chair close enough for your thighs to touch.
“It’s an open bar,” Danny said with a satisfied smile, clinking his new glass against one of yours. “Figured we should take advantage. But I’m driving, so–”
“I appreciate you being the responsible one,” you said, giving him a clink back. “So I can get hammered at your uncle’s wedding. Third wedding.”
Danny laughed a little. “Third time’s the charm. Right?”
“Three glasses might be,” you said, taking a generous drink, eager to get even more of a buzz on. The booze was dancing delightfully through your skin, tingling through your thighs into your stomach and swirling lightly around the inside of your head–looking around again, the lights seemed more brilliant, shining over the sea of strange but expressive faces, everyone ranging from utter boredom to manic jubilation. But looking back at Danny was familiar and grounding; the subtle, shy smile on his lips like a perpetual presentation for everyone else, but the way it grew and his eyes twinkled with gold when he caught your glance was very much just for you.
The food was taking ages to even make it to the tables in their silver buffet trays. You found yourself bouncing your leg again, still riding the bit of leftover anxiety and anticipation of the big event, as you watched the caterers work in silence. Danny’s hand found your knee again, a warm palm cupping the bone softly, not like he was trying to get you to stop but just like a reminder that he was there with you through all of it, the mundane and the brilliant and everything in between. You slowed your body’s movements and reached for that third glass of wine, letting the cool condensation roll through your fingertips as you brought it to your lips.
You kept bouncing your leg tentatively as Danny’s hand slid up to the middle of your thigh, resting right where the hem of your dress ended. You could blame him in part for your own outfit choice–he’d said going without tights would be fine, that it wouldn’t be that cold and tights wouldn’t help you much anyway but now, with his hand on your like that, you were thinking he had just been a tease and you’d fallen for it. Like always.
“So you two came all the way from–Knoxville?” Macy asked suddenly. You couldn’t blame her for trying to make more small talk with you and Danny–you two were clearly the only ones at the table who didn’t know anyone else sitting with you.
“Nashville,” you corrected, and before you could continue speaking like a fully-functioning adult, Danny’s hand circled your thigh, his fingers brushing up underneath the hem of your dress, caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh. You gave as subtle of a sideways glance as you could, but he was drinking his wine, ignoring your questioning look.
“That’s a long trip,” Macy said. Maybe she was only talking to you because her partner was talking very animatedly with the man next to him about–who only knew. You couldn’t even hear because Danny squeezed your thigh, breaking your focus again, and slid his hand up even higher until his fingers were nearly brushing over your underwear.
“Yeah,” you replied finally, voice too high, the response too sharp. You did your best to ignore Danny, bumping him with your knee as a warning. “We flew, so it wasn’t bad.” Danny scooted away a bit and you thought your warning had been sufficient, but then he gripped your thigh and pulled it toward himself, spreading that one leg out beneath the table. You saw Macy curiously eye the sudden movement and watch as Danny moved himself forward a couple inches, leaving your visible upper bodies separated but your legs still pressed against each other, out of sight.
“These chairs are sort of uncomfortable,” you supplied with an awkward, quiet laugh, hoping Macy would just go back to everyone else at the table. You fidgeted back and forth for a second in an effort to affirm that you really didn’t like the chairs, but Danny inched his hand up further over your thigh and you were caught in a mental image of grinding your ass back against his crotch. He WAS being a tease.
Macy directed her attention to Danny. “And this is your uncle who’s getting married, right? I know we haven’t met before, but it makes sense with you living all the way in Tennessee.”
“Yeah, my uncle. It was nice of him to invite us,” Danny told her, his words moving just as easily as his hand beneath the table. He had slid it right between your spread legs, slowly rubbing his fingers over you through your underwear, and you felt your face flush wildly. That you could at least blame on the wine.
“We haven’t gotten the chance to spend much time together in a while,” Danny continued, completely not looking at you, but you were trying to look anywhere other than him anyway. “It’s really nice to be a part of this. And visit home again, you know?”
Finally, fucking finally, Macy’s partner grabbed her attention and she was torn away from trying to make you and Danny feel less like outcasts. As soon as her focus was off you, Danny increased the pressure of his fingers, rubbing over you intently; you huffed and leaned back in the chair, nearly forgetting where you were for a moment, but then you realized that your panties were literally getting wet in a room full of other people. You looked at him, cheeks burning, sweat already dampening your hairline: “Are you serious right now?”
Danny looked at you like you were silly for even asking. He leaned in close, nose brushing against your ear, and replied quietly, “Are you seriously getting wet right now?”
You could easily grab his wrist and make him stop, close your legs and make yourself all proper again. But you didn’t, because Danny was sexy as hell when he was bad and his fingers were so skilled in their purposefulness. You stayed where you were and reached for the glass of wine, finishing it as Danny hummed and dipped his middle finger right through the wet spot in your underwear. That made you jolt, jostling the wine in the glass, and you turned to look at him again–he looked perfectly composed if not way too smug, bringing his own glass to his lips again while he rubbed a little harder, massaging your clit through the cotton.
“Danny,” you said slowly and quietly, another warning. Your fingers gripped the stem of the wine glass hard while he circled your clit diligently, making your spine arch a bit and huff out a deep breath. He replied only with a smile and leaned his free elbow down onto the table as he looked at you, as if what he was doing hidden beneath the tablecloth was the most normal thing in the world.
You exhaled again and gave yourself a second to just close your eyes and feel it and god, did it feel good. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each stroke and circle, threatening to soak through your dress and onto the chair; your thighs were warm and hypersensitive even to Danny’s wrist brushing against your skin and you could block out the rest of the world as he touched you like that, a sweet relief that was so bad but so good.
Danny said your name quietly while he leaned into you again, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You can tell me to stop.”
“No,” you said quickly and a little too loud, because two others at the table turned to look at you briefly. You clammed up and turned to look at Danny. “No, I don’t think we need to check in for our flight until tomorrow.”
Danny laughed against your neck. “Good save, Y/N.”
You spread your legs wider, forcing Danny’s own thighs to shift on his chair, and reached down to grab his wrist. He pulled back and his lips parted in surprise but a mischievous gleam shone in his eyes, which just affirmed what you were already planning on doing–you kept your grip firm as you held his wrist there and began to, as discreetly as you could, grind back and forth over his hand. Your eyes fluttered closed but within two seconds you realized that for anyone who shot a look your way, they’d see you all flushed and flustered with your boyfriend’s hand stuck under the table–it wouldn’t take much sleuthing for someone to come up with a solid theory about what was going on under there. But with the wine loosening your inhibitions and instigating even more arousal than usual on top of Danny looking SO fine and being SO naughty, you decided you didn’t care enough to actually stop. Let the bride and groom have their whole day and night; you and Danny could have yours, the benefit of being mostly strangers to most of the guests.
The sudden clamor of voices from across the room stole your attention–the first table was getting up to get their dinner.
Danny slid his hand up and down, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit. “You better finish before it’s our turn,” he said after he resumed the position of his chin on your shoulder and his lips just barely grazing your neck. Your thighs twitched on the next slow slide upwards and his next words: “Do you think you can?”
You nodded, and it was cruel what he did next–he slid his fingers past the waistband of your panties. You traded your grip around his wrist for your own fingers digging into his thigh; thank god there was music, a tasteful selection of modern classical that was the perfect contradiction to your hedonism, because as much as you wanted to tell Danny to shut up, hearing him dirty talk was making you utterly soaked against his fingers.
“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking wet,” he said, keeping his voice low and soft against your ear. You prayed it looked like a semi-normal conversation, some quiet gossip between the two of you and not what it actually was. He circled your clit and you dug your nails into his thigh harder as yours flexed against the seat of your chair. “You’re so bad, Y/N.”
You let out a deep breath, centering your eyes straight ahead without really focusing on anything at all. “You’re the one who started this,” you told him, wishing you could kiss him, but it was not the time of the night for anyone to get away with a makeout session at the table.
“I did start this. I need you to finish it though.” Danny teased two fingers through your center, just barely sliding them past your lips to tease the slick, sensitive skin inside. His voice lowered even more both in pitch and volume, just a dark whisper through your ear: “I want you to come all over my fingers.”
Your hand on his thigh scrambled up to his shirt, fingers tugging at the fabric, as you watched the second table begin to navigate to the buffet. You weren’t even worried about not finishing in time–it was a given that you would–but you were worried about how the hell you were going to make it seem like you weren’t having a mindblowing orgasm in the middle of this wedding.
“God, you really are gonna come,” Danny said with a soft laugh, as if he weren’t the one making you do it in the first place. You could feel your own warm slick wetting his fingers and your underwear even more, the wet sounds of him sliding his two fingers deeper drowned out by the violins and piano that sounded so much louder in your ears now. He cursed softly, then you felt the warmth of his skin and soft touch of his curls leave your shoulder–he reached for his glass of water as his fingers slowly moved back to your clit, circling and sliding around so easily as you continued to clutch at his shirt and started to bite your lip. Still looking ahead, you were able to imagine yanking Danny up and making a beeline for the bathrooms so he could bend you over the sink and actually rail you.
The music swirled in your ears rapidly as Danny’s wet fingers against your clit amounted to complete overstimulation; your eyes shut tight and you bit your lip harder as the air that had been building in your lungs tried to escape, your breathing ragged as your thighs spread wider on the chair for a split second and then clamped shut around his wrist. In your frenzy, you pulled his hand away from you and reached for your own glass of water–the public indecency made the orgasm fast but hard, the rational part of yourself trying to find a way to compensate for the obscenity. Your thighs were still trembling and your heart was still pounding, and you swallowed the cold water quickly, every sensory experience still surrounding you bright and stimulating.
No one had noticed. How the fuck had no one noticed? You placed one hand over your heart, still trying to calm down. Despite you looking forward throughout most of that, you’d failed to notice that half of your table buddies had gone. You looked around in confusion–had your table already been called?
“We scared 'em off,” Danny said, and you watched in disbelief as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. Your look of shock prompted him to laugh; he brought his hand down to your thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. “Relax. They just went to get more drinks.”
You slumped back in your chair. “I didn’t even notice. Holy shit, Danny.”
He leaned in and stole a quick kiss, like any other normal, polite boyfriend. “That was really hot, babe. Did you work up an appetite?”
You brought the water glass to your forehead and huffed. “For a variety of things, yes.”
Danny sidled in next to you again and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “You were so sweet for me, Y/N. Thank you.”
You set the glass down and rested your head on his shoulder. “For coming or for being your date?”
“You’re always my date but, yeah, both.” Danny turned and kissed your forehead. “It’s almost our turn. We could eat, dance, drink more–or we could just bail and go back to the hotel.”
You lifted your head and turned your whole body in the chair to face him head-on. “We’re staying, Danny. I deserve some payback, and I think that’s gonna happen specifically when the DJ plays the song I requested.”
Danny smiled. “What song?”
Even if it was just you and Danny and not the rest of the boys, you were able to find a way to bring them all there even if only for a few minutes and, while that was happening, you were going to make it your mission to get Danny just as riled up as you had been. You patted his leg with a smirk: “You’ll see.”
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Black Swan/ d.r.w pt 2
(part 1)
Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader
Word Count: 7159
Content Warning: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI arguing, jealous danny, some soft danny, public sex, spanking, crying, choking, hickies, light drinking, light dom/sub, oral sex (m&f receiving), praise/worship, unprotected penetrative sex (lmk if i missed anything)
black swan playlist (x)
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A sweet smell lingering in the air around you fills your lungs as you come to your senses. Your eyes flutter open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings in the room, sunlight washing the whites and browns in a soft amber glow. Trying to remember the last thing you did last night, you sit up and look around for your phone. It’s plugged into the charger resting on a nightstand you don’t recognize. Fear crawls through your body as you trace your steps from your night out. The more you look around, the more obvious it becomes that you’re in Danny’s house, in his bed. If the posters and records from his favorite artists plastering the walls weren’t enough to give it away, the golf clubs resting in the corner and the scent of his cologne on the pillowcase should have been. You dangle your feet over the edge of the bed before stepping onto the cool wooden floor making your way to the door. As you peek around the corner, your eyes immediately make eye contact with your previous night's outfit shamefully laying next to the coffee table. Your eyes lift up a bit more to see Danny standing at the stove. Thoughts swarm through your mind like an angry hive. You try to tread lightly, but the floorboards creak under your steps causing Danny to look over his shoulder. The sun that paints the room amber coats his skin a rich honey gold. His curls, granted messy, sit perfectly on his shoulders nonetheless.
“Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling?” He has a huge smile on his face.
“My head hurts a little bit,” you pause your speech as you work your way next to him, “Danny…? I have a question.”
“Yeah? What’s up, sweetheart?” Tender words roll off his tongue, free of worry.
“Did we- did we do anything last night…? You start rubbing your temple in attempts to soothe the headache moving in.
“You don’t remember anything?” He turns the stove off and moves 2 plates of pancakes to the table, signaling you to sit down with him.
“Did we have sex?” Your face is starting to lose color from embarrassment.
“No, not at all. You asked but you were really drunk, Y/N. I didn’t feel comfortable with it knowing you wouldn’t remember. We did make out a little bit, though.” His face went from concerned to a small grin after mentioning the make out session.
“How did I get changed and in bed?” You ask with furrowed brows.
“I took your heels off, slid the pants to your knees under the dress and then I let you do the rest. You asked if I could hold you, so I did. You fell asleep really fast but I stayed up to make sure you didn’t get sick.”
“Danny, why am I in YOUR house and not mine…?”
“Because when we got home last night, you couldn’t find your keys. You whacked your head on the door frame of my car trying to find them, and then I looked in your window and saw them hanging on the hook.” He started to sound a little defensive, getting flashbacks of your anger towards him last night.
“Jesus fucking christ. How am I supposed to get in my house?” The headache was growing faster than you could handle.
“Luckily, Sam’s on his way, and he’s an expert on breaking in.” Danny shrugs his shoulders as if none of what he said was concerning. He sees the wide-eyed expression flash across your face. “Not like that. He used to sneak out in high school and his family would lock the door thinking he was home.” Nothing he could say would make you feel better about the situation.
“Why is Sam coming here?”
“We had to postpone plans last week, today’s the only day we’re both available.”
The two of you sat in vocal silence, only clinks from forks and cups filling the room. You aren’t mad at him, you’re frustrated and you don’t know why. He was kind enough to take care of you and you can’t recall a single thing that happened. The feeling of embarrassment boils in your stomach, piling up like a swarm of wasps. You feel like a small child who had just been reprimanded for poor behavior, but Danny never once implied he was angry with you.
“I’m sorry for getting snappy. I really appreciate you taking care of me last night.” The words timidly made their way out of your barely parted lips.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you, Y/N. I just-” Danny’s thought was cut off by the sound of someone walking through his door.
“Honey, I’m home!” The unfamiliar voice shakes the walls, Danny’s face turns red in response. A tall man walks around the corner, he’s holding a market bag on his shoulder. He drops his arms before saying, “Daniel, you’re cheating on me? Why is she wearing your shirt?!”
“Y/N, that’s Sam… who has a girlfriend…” Danny’s shaking his head at the introduction.
“Is it you?” You giggle and playfully tap Danny’s shoulder. He takes a deep breath following up with, “No, not my type.” Danny gets up and approaches Sam.
“I brought you some stuff from the garden, Daniel. Who’s your lady friend?” Sam asks, placing the market bag on the counter. He starts to remove an assortment of veggies and displays them across Danny’s counter.
“Sam, this is my new neighbor, Y/N.” Danny gave a very specific look to Sam that you didn’t understand but clearly he did. If looks could kill, you fear Sam would have dropped dead right in Danny’s kitchen.
“Hello, hello, Y/N. Quite an introduction today, sorry about that.” Sam’s cheeks are growing red in embarrassment.
Danny looks at Sam and nods his head in the direction of his bedroom, leading Sam to respond with, “Yeah.” They walk down the hall towards Danny’s bedroom where you can hear faint whispering before Sam walks back out.
“Hey,” Sam directs his voice towards you, “do you wanna come mini golfing with me and Danny?”
“Can I get in my house first…? Also, I have no clue how to golf, by the way.” You press your lips together and give Sam the classic white person smile.
“Oh yeah, I got you on the house part. Daniel can show you how to golf, he’s real good.” Sam smiles eye to eye flashing his pearly teeth.
You notice Danny still hasn’t emerged from his room, Sam picks up on the movement of your eyes.
“Daniel’s getting ready. Did you want me to get your door open so you can, too?” His nonchalant speech made it feel as if he’d known you forever. Sam radiates love and care, somehow in the same way as Danny, but very different in the same breath.
You nod your head yes as you push away from the table, meeting the cold floor with your feet once again, raising goosebumps across your entire body. You approach the door propped open by Sam, who’s patiently waiting for you to guide him to your house. It’s not a long walk to your house, but the 2 minute stride feels like days without shoes. The heat soaked concrete burns the pads of your feet, wishing they were feeling the harsh cold from Danny’s hardwood floors. Once the two of you reach your house, Sam starts trying to slide your windows up from the outside.
“Damn, they’re really all locked?” Sam sounds annoyed as he fumbles around in his pocket. It takes him a few seconds before he pulls out a paperclip and a bobby-pin. You choose not to question the contents of Sam’s pocket, but the look on your face surely chose to ask.
“Don’t ask, random shit always ends up in my pockets. If it’s not there, it’s definitely in my car somewhere.” The whole morning has raised more questions about Sam than what’s been answered.
Sam starts working on unlocking the door, his attention entirely on the knob. You can’t help but notice how his nose wriggles as his focus intensifies. You find yourself getting lost in Sam’s undeniable beauty. The way his tongue parts his plush pink lips as he’s deep in thought, or the way the sun kisses his golden skin so perfectly. His long brown hair shines in the sunlight and frames his face delicately. You’re so entranced by his looks that you don’t notice Danny walk up right behind you. The sudden feeling of another person’s warmth directly behind you causes you to jump. You land straight in Danny’s arms, he hugs you against his chest and leans his head down to your ear.
“Are you seriously checking him out?” Danny whispers into your ear.
“Danny, I wasn’t- I was just watching to make sure he doesn’t break my door.” You’re stumbling over words trying to deny the obvious.
“Y/N, I’m a lot of things, but dumb isn’t one of them. Admit it, you like what you see.”
“Danny, stop. I’m not admitting anything.” You try to end the conversation as you see Sam’s face begin to look less concentrated.
“Oh, but you won’t deny it? Okay.”
“Stop being childish.” You pull yourself away from him and walk towards Sam who is now opening your door. Sam gives you an awkward pat on the shoulder and you can feel Danny’s eyes burning a hole through both of you for the physical contact.
“Danny, you know where everything is, you and Sam do something while I get ready.” You wave your hand towards the living room as you walk to your room. You hear quiet mumbling as you rummage through your drawers. You have no idea what the hell to wear golfing, so you land on leggings and an oversized shirt with your highschool logo on it. You slip on some sneakers and sneak out of your bedroom to the bathroom, hoping to hear part of Danny’s conversation on your way through.
“So you’re telling me nothing happened…?”
“I mean we made out but she was drunk. I wanted to, I wanted to have sex with her, but I couldn’t. The only thing I wanted more was to make sure she was okay.”
“Ooh, somebody’s got a cruuuush.”
“Shut the fuck up, Sam. Is it a crime to care about someone?”
“No, but I do think you’re in denial.”
“I never denied anything, idiot.”
You slip into the bathroom, feeling like you’ve already heard too much. For the first time since yesterday you get to wash your face and brush your teeth and hair, a little sense of normalcy in the last 15 hours. You finally make your way into the living room where the boys are playing Uno.
“You ready to go?” Danny turns to look up at you, his eyes are full of a feeling you can’t pinpoint. Desire? Lust? Jealousy?
“Yeah, who’s driving?”
“I’m driving me and you, Sam’s driving himself.”
You nod in agreement and grab your bag off of the coffee table as the two of them stand up in unison, they truly were connected on a different level. You all walk towards the cars of which you’ll be riding in. Danny doesn’t say much as he’s getting situated, he puts on his own playlist and texts Sam to head to the golf place. You find the silence unsettling this time, it feels like there’s an aura of sorts hovering around Danny’s body. His left hand is on the steering wheel, his right planted on his own thigh, he hasn’t spoken to you yet or even looked in your direction.
“Danny?” You’re trying not to sound desperate, but ultimately fail in your need for attention.
“Yes?” He sounds annoyed, he still hasn’t as much as glanced in your direction.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Y/N.” For the first time your name stung as it leaves his lips, mostly due to the absence of the nickname he’d given you.
Tears are swelling in your eyes as you fight back a strange feeling in your throat. You fail miserably as hot tears start rolling down your face, your breathing hitched as you try to quiet yourself.
“Are you crying?” He barely glances in your direction, just enough to see you falling apart in his front seat.
“What? No, I’m just-”
“Just what? Lying to me again? You’re a real brat, you know that?”
“I am NOT! You’re being an asshole, Danny.”
“Oh I’M being an asshole? Should we talk about the fit you threw because I wouldn’t fuck you? Or when you got mad about waking up in MY house? Oh here’s my favorite, how about when you were checking out Sam and lied about it? Get a fucking grip.” His knuckles were white from his grip on the steering wheel.
You wouldn’t admit it, but his jealousy had sent buzzing straight to your core. You crossed your legs and scooted yourself forward a little, adjusting yourself to feel just a tiny bit of friction from the seam of your leggings.
“What the fuck was that?” He caught on quickly to what was happening, leaving you wondering how he even knew.
“What are you talking about?” You had hoped playing dumb would get you out of whatever was to come.
“I’m not stupid, your cheeks are red as ever right now and it’s not from crying.” He reaches for his phone before saying, “Hey Siri, text Samuel, ‘Gonna stop at the gas station, be there soon.’” He tosses his phone back into the cup holder and places his hand on your thigh. His grip tightens, leaving visible indents at his fingertips as a warm feeling overtakes your body.
“Gas station? Why are we going there?” You raised an eyebrow, but he never answered you.
Danny keeps his eyes out for the nearest gas station he can find. After a mere 7 minutes he pulls into a run down looking parking lot, you’re just thankful it’s the middle of the day considering how dangerous it looks. He parks right in front of the building, his car is the only one in the entire parking lot. By the looks of it, you weren’t even sure if this place was a functioning business or not. Danny opens his door and gets out, instructing you to follow him with a nod of his head. You hop out and chase him inside like a lost puppy dog, walking up with him to the counter.
“Hey boss, does the bathroom need a key?” Danny leans on the counter as he asks the cashier, who responds with only a head shake from side to side.
Danny grabs you by the wrist and looks around for the bathroom sign, dragging you behind him, his steps are too deep for you to keep up. He opens the bathroom door and pulls you in behind him, locking the door once you’re inside.
“Danny, what the fuck?” You yank your wrist free from his grasp, subtle red marks being left behind.
“You want me to fuck you?” He’s slowly walking towards you, backing you into the wall.
“What are you- what do you mean?” You can feel your pussy throbbing beneath your clothes at the thought of taking him right then and there.
“You think you can just pull that little number in my car and get away with it? That? That was strike number 3, and you know what they say.” He presses one arm against the wall next to your head and his hand from the other on your waist. You feel so submissive underneath of him, like you’d give him anything he asked for and more. You study his features with your eyes, following the curls around his face down his jawline, circling back to his lips and up to his eyes.
“That right there. That’s exactly how you looked at Sam. You’re gonna tell me you weren’t checking him out?” He leans in closer resting his forehead on yours.
“Danny, I wasn’t-” Your defense is cut off as Danny places his velvety lips to yours. Slick is pooling in your panties as he starts tucking his thumb into your waistband. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss he initiated. He takes his fingers out of your waistband and brushes them along the outside of your clothed clit.
“Is this okay? I can stop.” Dropping the façade, the change in his tone was sweet. He wanted to make sure you knew he still wants you to feel comfortable regardless of his own desires.
“Fuck me. Right now.” It was painfully obvious how bad you wanted him. You’re grinding into him, his clothed hard cock rubbing against your core.
“Oh, you’re gonna regret that one.” He wastes no time as he yanks your leggings and panties down around your ankles. He turns you around shoving your face into the wall and adjusts your legs apart enough for him to be between them. You hear him undo his belt and unzip his pants, with no warning you feel him rub his tip against your clit.
“Okay beautiful, do you want your punishment now, or later?” He’s still dragging his tip through your slick, teasing you in the worst way.
“What’s the difference?”
“It’ll be worse later.” There was a dark tone in his voice, you knew he couldn’t wait anymore.
“Now, give it to me now.” You wince in preparation for the inevitable, granted you had no clue what that was.
He backs away from you and you hear the swoosh of his belt being yanked from the denim loops. He snaps the belt, allowing the sound of the leather echo through the bathroom loud enough anyone could hear.
“Count the contact. This one's for being a brat.” You can hear the sound of the belt being whipped through the air as it comes down and makes harsh contact with your bare ass.
“One.” You count shakily as the cool leather rests on the hot mark it left on you. The belt is removed from your skin and you hear it lift into the air again.
“This one’s for lying.” The belt cracks through the air again hitting a different spot, but still leaving the same stinging sensation.
“Two.” For a 3rd time today, Danny has tears swelling in your eyes.
“Good girl, this last one’s for your stunt in the car.” You don’t hear the belt but instead you're met with the feeling of Danny behind you. He lines himself up and slams himself into you, stretching you as he bottoms out, causing you to jolt forward from pure force. He mutters words you can’t make out past your own pleasure. All you’re able to let out is a sharp moan. Danny grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and wraps it around his balled fist. He tugs your head towards his as he pushes himself that much deeper. He whispers in your ear, “Count it or I restart, beautiful.”
“Th-three.” You barely fulfill his wishes through hitched breaths. He plants a kiss on the nape of your neck as he removes himself from you. You hear the movement of clothing before you realize he’s just getting dressed. He walks up behind you and returns your panties and leggings where they were a mere 10 minutes ago.
“Danny, why did you stop? I wanna feel you.” You turned to face him with big puppy eyes.
“Why would I reward you for being a brat? Now let’s go, Sam’s waiting.” He unlocks the door and gently nudges you out of the bathroom, grabbing his keys from his pocket. The cool air from the gas station kisses your red cheeks. You’re left wondering to yourself how the hell Danny’s able to walk around like nothing happened. Danny walks to the cooler doors and pulls out two bottles of Vitamin Water.
“Get what you want, beautiful.” He walks around as if nothing took place, but all you can think about is being beneath him again. You fight the urge to reply with something along the lines of wanting him and instead land on a nod. You grab a drink from the cooler and meet him back at the register that started it all. The cashier is staring at the two of you, but more so out of annoyance than suspicion of your bathroom escapade. Danny pays for the drinks and follows you out of the store. The atmosphere inside the car is different than that prior. All of his actions feel hasty, like he’s eager for something.
“You know, if I wouldn’t feel so bad, I’d tell Sam to just go home.” He breaks the awkward tension that was violently swarming the air. He reaches over and locks his fingers with yours resting on your thigh.
“Why? I thought you guys had this planned?”
“Yeah, but all I can think about is how good you feel. I’m not gonna be able to stop thinking about you.” Danny’s cheeks turn a precious shade of pink. You were blushing yourself, lost for words from his admission.
“Well, we could have solved that back there.” You give him a devilish grin, hoping maybe he’d just turn around and take you home.
“Nah, I want it to be special. Wanna let you know who you belong to.” The words roll off his tongue with ease, every time his intentions seem to be clear, he throws you for a loop.
It only takes about 15 minutes to reach your destination from the gas station. Danny parks the car and looks over to you.
“What?” You barely whisper, analyzing his facial features like you’ve never seen him before.
“You are so gorgeous. C’mon, let’s get this over with so I can get you home.” He leans over the center console and plants a kiss on your lips.
He grabs the drinks and gets your door. Danny places his arm around your shoulders once you’re standing. His entire demeanor changed, he was back to the Danny you’d met 3 days ago. You guys approach the doors and see that Sam is waiting on a bench just inside the foyer.
“Bro, 30 minutes at the gas station? The fuck were you doing?” Sam sounded upset but he had a toothy grin plastered across his face letting you know he was just messing around.
“Shut up, Sammy. Here.” Danny shoves one of the Vitamin Waters into Sam’s hand and they break out in giggles.
You guys head inside and Sam walks ahead of you and Danny to pay for the game at the counter. Danny reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, tracing his thumb along the side of your hand. You catch yourself staring at him again, and he catches you too.
“Hi, baby. You okay?” Danny swaps his typical nickname for one he’s never called you before.
“Hi, I’m okay. Nervous.”
“Nervous for?”
“Um, well I don’t know how to golf. And also a little nervous for after golf activities…” You tried speaking as low as possible due to the proximity to Sam.
“Don’t be. I’ll help you, we’ll take it slow. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. Promise.” It’s reassuring how he answers both concerns at once.
The three of you walk towards the mini golf course Sam picked out. It’s nothing extravagant, but the sight of the spinning windmill makes you feel like you’ll be anything but successful. Sam goes first so you don’t have to feel the pressure of being the first one. Sam’s not so bad himself, but Danny’s definitely better. You’re standing to the side as Danny walks up for his turn. You can’t help but stare at him every chance you get. His arms look so much bigger than you thought they were, muscles flexing with each movement. You find yourself getting lost in his features, wondering what it would feel like to be under him, to hold onto his muscular forearms as he takes what he wants. Your train of thought is put to an end as Danny starts talking to you.
“It’s your turn, I can show you how it’s done if you need.” He’s handing a club to you.
“Can you please?” You walk over to him, arm extended for the club.
He stands behind you and guides your hands down the club in a sliding motion, almost sexually. You can feel him growing hard against your ass as he presses his front into you.
“You swing up like this, make sure you move your leg too.” He gently swings your arms and taps your ankle with his foot to indicate the leg that needs to pivot.
As the game progresses, you find yourself only paying attention to Danny. Your eyes are fixed onto every detail in his arms and shoulders, taking note of every time his eyes and nose scrunch when his club makes contact with the ball. Before the first game’s even finished, you’ve already lost interest. The only thought running through your mind is what happened in the gas station bathroom. You’re growing tired of mini golf, eager to end your day how it started, in Danny’s bed. As it becomes Sam’s turn for what feels like the hundredth time, Danny inches himself closer to you. He places his hand on your thigh and leans into your ear.
“We’re almost done, beautiful. Do you wanna get dinner after or make something at home?”
“We can make something at home, if that’s okay?” You already felt bad that he paid for last night, granted it was bottomless margaritas, he paid in other ways that felt significantly unfair.
He starts to rub his hand up and down your thigh in the most innocent way as he nods his head yes. Danny breaks eye contact with a peck on your cheek as he sees Sam walking back. You feel yourself melting into the secure feeling of domestication, left wondering how something you’d always feared suddenly felt like something you’d longed for forever.
The night finally comes to an end, naturally Danny won, and Sam was a sore loser about it all.
“Sammy, you’re the one who suggested mini golf… You know I’m a fucking god at golf, you can’t be mad I won.”
“You’re a show off.”
“Dude, get better I guess? Don’t know what you want me to tell you.”
“Show me how to golf, Daniel. Hold MY hands like that. God.”
You seriously couldn’t gauge their relationship at all. The line between platonic and romantic was quite confusing on Sam’s end, but very obvious on Danny’s.
“Just fuckin’ with ya, my man. I’ll see you at practice. Let me know you made it home okay.” Sam gives Danny a hug and waves bye to you.
You and Danny watch Sam walk to his car from the foyer. Danny puts his arm around your shoulders and squeezes you into his side.
“You did good, I’m proud of you.” He kisses the top of your head.
“Thanks for helping me, I had fun.” You look up at him, taking in his profile again.
“Anything for you, beautiful.” Danny uses a knuckle to push your chin up, pressing his lips to yours.
He adjusts so he’s standing directly in front of you, one hand at the small of your back and the other on the nape of your neck. His tongue swipes across your lips before he enters your mouth. The technique of his tongue has you wondering where else it’s good at. You cup his face in your palms tracing your thumb over his cheekbones. His sweet flavor slowly introduces itself as his tongue explores yours. You could stay like this forever, feeling like a child who just had their first kiss on the playground.
Danny pulls away. “C’mon, let’s get home.” He pecks one more kiss to your lips before locking his fingers with yours and dragging you out the doors.
The car ride home is filled with gentle touches and giggles, with the light sound of music filling in the gaps. Danny’s hand rotates between rubbing up and down your thigh and tracing your fingers with his. You find yourself looking at his features yet again. He’s undeniably mesmerizing, and each time you take in his details you fall more and more. You notice something new each time. Like the way the left side of his smile sits higher than the right, or the freckles speckled across his cheeks and nose. Maybe the way his gorgeous brown eyes scrunch in the corners when he laughs.
“Real quiet, whatchya thinkin about, beautiful?” He breaks the comfortable silence.
“You’re beautiful.” Those are the only words you can come up with, still captivated by his looks.
“Gotta pick a different word, that’s my word for you.”
“Pretty?”
“I like that.” He smiles and reaches for your hand.
You hold onto his hand and put your head on his bicep, he leans into you and gives you a quick kiss on your head. You continue holding his arm until you finally make it back to Danny’s house. He parks the car in his driveway and flicks the interior light on.
“Alright, let’s go see what we can make for dinner.” Danny’s staring into your eyes, filling your stomach with a burning desire to be closer to him. It’s like he can read your mind as he cups the back of your head with one of his hands and presses his lips against yours. After a minute or so Danny pulls away with hesitance.
“I could stay there forever, but we gotta eat.” He gently scratches the back of your head with the pads of his fingers.
You guys make your way inside, this is the first time you've entered Danny’s house sober, finally able to take in his scent. It smells like home, familiar scents of a bergamot and lime candle your mom used to have resting on the mantel mixed with Danny’s cologne and lingering hints of the breakfast he made for the two of you. He kicks his shoes off by the door, you follow suit, feeling at home more than you do in your own. Danny scoops up the veggies from Sam and places them in a bowl on the counter before shuffling through his cabinets and fridge. He pulls out a box of penne noodles and a jar of sauce.
“Are you okay with pasta? I kinda didn’t think about grocery shopping before inviting you for dinner.”
“Perfect! I love pasta.” You give him a big smile.
He grabs a pot out and fills it with water, you two stand in the kitchen together and start to cook dinner. It’s not long before Danny puts on some music to fill the silence in the background. The first song is Put Your Head On My Shoulder, he grabs your hand and guides you in front of him, leaving the water to boil.
“Danny, the water!” Giggles slip your lips.
“A watched pot never boils, or whatever. Dance with me.” He cups your right hand and places his left on your waist, you drape your arms around his neck and inch closer to him.
He sways you back and forth to the rhythm, being mindful to take smaller steps, accommodating the height difference. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat echo through him like a drum. A beautifully composed rhythm that nobody could replicate, but god would you do anything to hear it fill every room you entered. The beat of his heart easily becomes your favorite song, it’s all you hear as it flutters through your head and drowns out the real world. You’ve found one more thing to get lost in, one more reason he feels like home. He places his chin on top of your head, at this moment you feel like one. The song comes to an end and the sound of rapidly boiling water fills the room. Danny pulls away from you and tends to the water, slowly pouring the pasta in. You finish up dinner as Danny grabs plates and forks. He reaches into cabinets above the fridge and takes down two wine glasses, and grabs wine from a shelf in the fridge.
“Is zinfandel good with you?” He asks as he points the bottle towards you.
“Any wine is good with me.”
He pours two glasses of wine as you dish out pasta for the both of you. You each carry over a plate and glass to the table, sitting across from each other the same way you did this morning. There’s some small talk during dinner, but both of you only have dessert on your mind. The table is evidently not designed for someone as tall as Danny considering your legs are between his. He’s shaking his thighs side to side causing his knees to bump your thighs. Once you two finish eating, Danny takes the dishes to the sink and starts to wash them. You wander over to him and wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek against his firm back. It doesn’t take him long before he finds himself turning around to face you. He reaches for a towel to dry his hands off before he cups your face with his palm. You sink into his touch as he rubs his thumb over your cheek. He leans in for a kiss again, but this time his lips meet yours with more passion than before.
The kissing quickly gets heated, Danny’s pulling you into him like his life depends on your touch. He spins you around, back against the counter as his hands slide down your figure, making their way to the back of your thighs, directly under your ass. He effortlessly picks you up and places you on the counter, gliding his hands to the front of your thighs, fingers wandering up your shirt. Your hands are gripping his biceps, slightly creeping under his short sleeves. Danny slowly starts to work the kisses across your jawline and down your neck. You can feel yourself getting wet under his touch as his hands find their way to your breasts. He gently cups each one in his palms, massaging them with his skilled fingers, moving his hips closer to yours. You let out small moans regarding the pleasure as you roll your hips back and forth, grinding against Danny. He moves his hands to wrap your legs around his waist as he lifts you up and carries you into his room, making sure his lips never leave yours. Danny gently lays you onto his bed, keeping contact as he follows you down. You slide your hands up his shirt and run your fingers across his stomach, feeling his muscle under his skin. Your fingers trace the grooves of his abs, dragging through his happy trail. Danny tugs at the bottom of your shirt, almost like he’s asking for permission as you whisper “Go ahead.” He lifts your shirt up your torso and over you head, only pulling away to remove your shirt and make a quick comment.
“You look so sexy in my favorite color.” He had quickly taken note of your blue bra.
You fiddle with the edge of his shirt and he leans up to take it off, you watch the way his muscles flex as he lifts his arms above his head. Danny leans into you, pressing his skin to yours. He wraps his arms behind your back and unclasps your bra, sliding it down your arms, exposing your breasts to the cool air. He kisses down your sternum, trailing dark marks down your stomach. His thumbs are tucked into your waistband as he slowly removes your leggings, keeping eye contact for any sign of discomfort. You’re laying before him in nothing but a lacy black thong. You cross your arms across your breasts, attempting to stay warm due to the lack of clothing or contact to your chest.
“Do you want me to stop? Are you okay?” Danny takes your movements as a sign of distress.
“No, I’m okay, just cold is all.”
“Here.” He reaches his hand up for you to grab, he brings you to a sitting position at the edge of the bed.
He makes quick work of removing his short and boxers before he returns back to you on the bed. He gets on his knees before you and runs his hands up each of your legs, moving up to your panties as he slides them down your thighs.
“Oh fuck, you’re so perfect.” Danny whispers as he plants a kiss on your thigh.
He uses his hands to softly push your legs open, his face lined up with your center. He drags a finger through your slit, earning a soft moan. He hovers over your entrance, apply light pressure but not entering.
“Is this okay?” He looks up at you with his big sparkly eyes.
“Yeah.” You respond quietly, slowly rocking yourself forward just barely welcoming him inside.
He plunges his finger in, never breaking eye contact with you. After a few pumps, he introduces a second finger, stretching you as you arch into his touch. Danny breaks eye contact as he starts to plant kisses along the inside of your thigh, continuing until he’s at your center. He attatches his lips to your clit and moves his free arm down to touch himself. His hand strokes himself at the same pace his fingers pump inside of you. You watch the sweat glisten on his tan shoulders as he brings you closer to climax. You arch further into Danny’s touch, rocking yourself back and forth on his tongue and fingers. You start to tighten around his fingers as he curls them, hitting a spot nobody has ever hit before, not even yourself.
“Come on, beautiful. Cum for me.” He hums into your clit, sending you over the edge.
Your hands grab onto handfuls of Danny’s hair as you finish on his tongue. Once your hips come to a halt, he stands up and kisses your lips, allowing you to taste yourself mixed with the sweetness of his mouth. You watch as he makes his way to the head of the bed, pushing the pillows against the headboard before he sits against them. He signals “come here” with the two fingers that had just been inside you, still shining with your slick. You crawl over to him, sitting on your knees inbetween his legs. You’re looking at him through half-lidded eyes, silently begging for more.
“Ball is in your court.” He says with one hand on his cock.
“What?” You ask confused.
“Do what you want with me.” He’s handing the power over to you, the one who was so submissive under his touch up until now.
You bend down and kiss the top of his thick cock. The size of him is intimidating, you’re wandering how it fit inside you earlier, and if it’s even going to fit again. You place your right hand on his shaft and your left cupping his balls. You dribble spit onto his head, gliding your hand up and down before you start to work him into your mouth. Your left hand is gently playing with his balls as you try to take him as far into your mouth as he’ll go, jerking your hand up and down to make up for what doesn’t fit. Danny writhes under your touch.
“You’re such a good girl, oh fuck.” He places a hand on the back of your head, grabbing some of your hair into his fist.
You remove him from your mouth, licking up and down his cock, moving your tongue down towards his balls. You replace your left hand with your lips as you start sucking his balls, gliding your left hand up and down his thigh, the right still working his cock. You tilt your head sideways and open your eyes to look at Danny. He looks like he’s on a different planet. He opens his eyes and looks into your soul before he reaches his free hand down to your neck. He gently wraps his fingers around your neck and brings you up to face him.
“I thought the ball was in my court?” You tease.
“I’m not finishing anywhere other than inside that tight pussy.” He quickly takes back the power, ushering you back into submission.
Danny moves your legs on either side of his thighs, sitting forward enough for your legs to wrap behind him. His cock is resting against your core, eager for more attention.
“You ready?” His lips find their way back to your neck.
“Fuck me.” You throw your head back in pleasure of his lips on your skin.
He reaches a hand down and rests his tip at your entrance, allowing you to move onto him at your own pace. You rest your forehead against his as you ease onto his length. You can’t take him entirely so you reach your hand down to stroke the rest of his length, moving your hips up and down trying to establish a speed. Danny’s arms are wrapped around your torso holding you in place. He notices after a few minutes you start to slow down.
“Hi my beautiful girl, everything okay?” He asks through short breaths, reaching a hand to your face.
“Hi my pretty boy, my legs hurt a little.”
He moves his hands to your thighs and slowly takes himself out, you whine at him leaving you empty. Danny lays you on your back, leaning in to pepper your chest and breasts with kisses.
“You are a fucking goddess.” He praises you between the kissing.
He reaches down and teases your clit with his tip before returning inside. He moves away from kissing your skin and puts one hand around your neck, his other making its way down to toy your clit. His strokes become faster and harder, you wrap your hands around his forearm that’s placed at your neck.
“Baby, I’m so close.” His head is hanging between his shoulders, sweat dripping from his skin onto yours.
Danny pushes himself deep inside you as his warm release fills you up, bringing you to your second orgasm. He falls on top of you, leaving his cock inside plugging his cum from spilling out. His head is resting on your chest, cheek pressed between your breasts as you both try to catch your breath. You run your fingers through his hair and he grabs your free hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The feeling of sleepiness washes over as you slowly start to drift off under his warmth, his bass drum heartbeat easing you into slumber. Nothing comes close to the feeling you have right now.
part 3
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He'd been flying above Metropolis.
Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.
It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.
It was really awesome.
Yeah, the keypoint being was.
Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.
"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.
Danny considered this awkward.
Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—
Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#writing prompt#fic prompt#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc prompt#Superman is so flabbergasted#superman has no idea whats going on#superman is just tired man#danny has no idea whats going on#theyre both so shocked#superman is wondering if he just became a father#danny is figuring out how to get out of thia situation#clark: i know this is scary! but now you have a new chance at life! would you like to stay with me and my wife? :')#danny: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
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Hey guys! I just watched the Dikinbaus episode and poor Butters!! He worked so hard in both jobs just to get his rightfully owned money and he did so much research to make sure he did the right thing in the end! I whipped this up really quick just to show Butters some appreciation!
Also remember when I said Marjorine would be the 40th fiction? Yeah I lied. Happy 40th!
Take A Day Off, Butters! (Lee Butters/ Ler Kenny)
WARNINGS: Kids swearing! (They’re nine in this) shouting, kinda angsty
Butters is stressed over the amount of work he has to do now that he’s in charge of two jobs. Kenny helps him to take a load off.
I hope you like this! :0
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Stepping into the Stotch’s home always felt like stepping onto a minefield. Kenny McCormick never knew if Linda and Stephen would welcome him coming over to their house, or start yelling at him about their disobedient son.
Walking into the house, Kenny closed the door behind him and greeted Linda and Stephen on the couch. Linda was watching TV and Stephen was flipping through a newspaper. Kenny took a deep breath and cleared his throat to speak.
“Himph Mr. anmph Mrs. Stomtch. Imph Buttermphs homemph?” Kenny asked. Linda looked over to Kenny while Stephen kept reading his newspaper.
“Ah, little Kenny McCormick is here. Honey, did you see that the McCormick child is here?” Stephen said without acknowledging Kenny’s presence with any sort of look. Linda smiled at Kenny with a nod.
“Yes Stephen, I did.” She replied.
“And he’s asking about our boy, Butters. Why are you here to see Butters, Kenny?” Stephen asked, still not looking at him. His tone was too stiff, like he was being sarcastic. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows as he picked his fingers.
“I wanmphted tomph see imph hemph coulmph hangmph outmph-” Kenny explained quickly, while Stephen stood up abruptly and crumbled his newspaper in his hands.
“Oh, you wanted to see if he could hang out, huh?! Well while you’re over here Kenny, maybe you can explain to me why Butters only has ONE paycheck to his name while he claims he’s been working two jobs to earn his money?! I don’t see him from 6 in the morning til 1 o’clock at night! For five days a week! Now you tell me what the hell my son is up to out there on the streets!” Stephen shouted at Kenny, while Linda began to sob.
Kenny put his hands up and tried to diffuse the situation. He didn’t know it would be this bad when he came over today.
“Sirmph, imph wasmph amctually allmph omph my faulmph-” Kenny tried to explain himself once more, while Stephen waved his hands to cut Kenny off.
“Oh no, I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear the lie you and my disobedient son came up with to cover your asses! You wanna hang out with Butters so you can divide your dirty money between each other, well you go ahead! Cause it’s the only human interaction Butters is going to get in the foreseeable future, as he is UNBELIEVABLY GROUNDED! YOU HEAR ME BUTTERS?! GROOOUNDED!!” Stephen pointed at the ceiling while he shouted. Kenny stood by and watched as Stephen stormed into the kitchen and Linda followed him, crying softly.
Kenny sighed to himself as he slowly walked up the stairs of the Stotch residence and knocked on Butters bedroom door.
“Buttermphs? Buttermphs aremph youmph inmph heremph?” Kenny opened the door to Butters room slowly, and felt his heart squeeze at the scene.
Despite it being only about five in the evening, Butters was passed out cold. He wore his pink and white striped uniform, his white hat off-kilter as it slid off his head in his sleep. One of his legs was hanging off of his bed while the other was thrown across the bed. His chest moved gently with his breathing, his eyes twitching in his dreams. It looked as if he barely had enough time to come into his room and collapse on his bed before knocking out entirely.
Kenny walked over to Butters’ bed and felt bad for what he was about to do. He knew he needed the sleep more than anyone. Kenny put his hands on Butters shoulders and started shaking him gently.
“Buttermphs. Buttermphs, wakemph upmph.” Butters jolted in his sleep, Kenny probably scared him. He woke up more and more as he started moving, and yawned from being woken up.
“Mmmm- Kenny? Isthat you...” Butters words slurred together as he rubbed his eyes and tried to clear away his sleepiness.
“Yeamph, imph meph.” Butters sat up on his bed as he turned on his desk lamplight. When the light turned on, Kenny’s heart dropped to his stomach.
Butters looked haggard, his hair disheveled and dark moons under his eyes. His eyes were glassy and his uniform was stained and dirty. Kenny felt horrible, knowing this was partially his fault.
“Howmph umph...howmph aremph youmph dumde?” Kenny stood to the side while Butters hopped off his bed and moved slowly to his closet. Kenny was sure Butters’ body was exhausted no matter how he tried to downplay it.
“Oh you know, living the dream! I get to go to school and go to work and earn my money! I’m sure I have more money than anyone in our grade!” Butters said with a smile. Despite Butters’ cheerful words, Kenny still felt guilty as Butters’ was clearly overworked at such a young age.
“And I get to talk to customers and scoop ice cream and serve hot dogs! It’s the coolest job in the world! I’m living my best life, Kenny! And I get to go to my second job in just an hour!” Butters assured in a positive tone. Butters removed his dirty shirt and threw it in the laundry basket in exchange for a fresh one.
“M’yeah bumt... howmph aremph youmph feelingmph?” Kenny insisted. Butters pulled down his new work shirt with the Dikinbaus logo as the design on the front. He removed his hat and pushed his messy hair out of his eyes.
“Well...I’ll admit it, Kenny. I’ve been a little tired, lately. The work is great, but it’s a lot sometimes! My arms are sore from scooping and flipping and cleaning for so long. And I haven’t been sleeping the best ‘cause I still have to do schoolwork and my chores at home. I get about four hours of sleep a night. Hah, if I’m lucky. And then you know, my dad grounding me for the rest of my life because I’m never home anymore doesn’t help. Aw jeez.” Kenny felt his heart tug. He should have never entered the restaurant business with Cartman and unload all of this on Butters.
“Mmm... imph theremph anythingph I canmph domph tomph helpmph? Maybemph umph...” Kenny thought hard about what he could do to help his friend. He said his arms were sore. Maybe...
“Omph! Imph canmph givemph youmph amph massagemph! Bemfore yourm nemxt shimft!” Kenny suggested. Butters cheeks turned rosy at the thought.
“Oh Ken I uh, I don’t know-” Butters began, but Kenny shut him down.
“No no no- Youmph getph omver heremph andmph relamph.” Kenny hopped up on Butters bed and pat the space next to him. Butters fidgeted with his hands as he made his way over to his bed and laid down on his belly. Kenny repositioned himself to sit on Butters side and started rubbing his fingers into Butters’ spine.
“Well, this feels really good Kenny! You’re actually pretty good!” Butters said and nestled his head into his arms. Kenny smiled beneath his hood and rubbed circles into where he felt knots in Butters back. Butters had a few sore spots that Kenny unraveled with his circles.
“Thanmphs Buttermphs. My Dadph haph a soremph backmph sometimphs andmph thisph reallymph helpmphs himph.” Kenny delved lower on Butters back and started rubbing his fingers in Butters’ lower ribs on his back.
Butters spasmed as he let out a few giggles. “Hehehe! Ohoho Kenny careful! That’s ticklish right there.” Butters calmed down when Kenny moved to a different spot.
“Omph, sorrymph Buttermphs.” Kenny moved to Butters’ lower back and pressed his thumbs in relieve the tension. Butters let out a sigh as Kenny worked out the sore spots in that area.
“Wow, thanks Ken, well, you got magic fingers! I thought I was never going to- pfft- K-Kehehenny! Y-You’re tihihihickling ahahagain!” Butters wriggled on his bed while Kenny’s hands pressed into his sore spots. It seemed his sore spots were extra tender.
“Sorrymph Buttermphs! Yourmph knotmphs aremph reallymph badmph heremph. Youmph mightph hamph badph pomsture.” Kenny pressed his thumbs into Butters’ lower back and circled them with a level of experience. This technique was very tickly to Butters, however.
“Tehehehee! Kehenny plehease! Ehehehee!” Butters laughed sweetly as he squirmed under Kenny’s touch. Kenny used his index fingers to try and make the touches lighter for Butters, but it didn’t work. Butters was ticklish there no matter what he did.
“Omkay omkay, I’ll gomph tomph a dimfferent spomt.” Kenny took advantage of this situation and just started squeezing his fingers up Butters’ side. Butters squealed and twisted underneath Kenny’s hands.
“Bahahaha! Kehehehenny nohohohoho!! Tehehehee!” Kenny was quick to climb on Butters’ bed and sit on his lower back to keep him steady. He used both hands to squish up and down Butters sides.
“Omph Buttermphs... Youmph hamph soooomph manyph sorme spotmphs! Howmph canmph youmph wormk limke thismph?~” Kenny tried as well as he could to tease underneath his hood, but it all came out in muffles. Butters was tickled pink either way whether he was getting teased or not.
“I- hehehehee! I wohohork juhuhuhust fihihihine hehehee!!” Giggles overcame Butters speaking as Kenny worked over his back. One hand spidered in between Butters’ shoulder blades while his other hand squeezed his shoulders and fluffed over his neck. His neck seemed to be especially bad, but it also seemed no matter where Kenny targeted Butters had a reaction to it.
“I guemph butmph, I bettermph wormk thesemph soremph spomts oumph bemfore youmph hurtmph yourmself wormking!” Kenny reasoned, and splayed his fingers to press all ten of them up and down Butters back sporadically. Butters seemed to “like” this technique as his laughing grew more erratic.
“Nohohoahahaha! Kennehehehee dohohon’t- ehehehehe!” Butters pleaded. Kenny’s fingers kept up with Butters twisting as Kenny grew a devilish grin beneath his hood.
“Donm’t domph whamt, Buttermphs?~” Kenny asked, his fingers stilling for a moment. Butters twitched as he felt phantom fingers playing over his skin.
“Ehehehee- tihihickle mehe! Yohohou wehehere-” Butters was cut off by his own squealing as Kenny’s hands shoved themselves up the soft hollows of his underarms. Kenny’s fingers wriggled into the spaces as Butters tried to clamp his arms to his sides while twisting underneath Kenny.
“Welm, imph youmph sayph somph Buttermphs! I was jumst gonnma gimph youmph amph massagemph, butmph imph youm insismt!” Kenny scribbled his fingers lightly in Butters’ underarms and danced his fingers up over his shoulders and wriggled them in his ears.
Butters eyes squeezed shut as the ticklish electricity shocked his nerves in all directions. “AAhahahahaha! Kehehehehen plehehehehease!! I- ehehehehe! Ohoho hahahamburgers! I’hihim tohohoo tihihihicklish!” Butters cried out. Kenny felt his heart tug at Butters reaction. Why was he so cute all the time?!
“Awww, you’rme toom timcklish Buttermphs?” Kenny cooed, his fingers scribbling over Butters’ back and sides. Butters nodded his head as sweet sounding laughter poured from his mouth.
“Yehehehess I ahahaham! Ehehehehee- Kehehehehen!” Kenny pinched Butters’ back dimples and used his index fingers to dot up and down Butters spine. Butters’ shimmied and squirmed underneath Kenny with a method this unpredictable.
“Omkay, I’ll finimsh themph massagemph firmst anmph I’ll lemt youmph gomph.” Kenny resolved, and stuck his hand underneath Butters’ tummy.
“Yohohou’re nohohohot mahahassaging thohohough- AAHAHAhahaha!! Keheheahahaha! Kehehehen stohoho-ahahahahap!!” Butters began wriggling frantically as he felt movement worm against his tummy. All his struggling had caused his T-shirt to ride up, granting Kenny access to his bare tummy.
“Omph... Theremph’s amph soremph spomt heremph toomph. Howm didph thamt getph therme?” Kenny, still keeping up the facade that he was giving Butters a massage, started rubbing Butters’ belly in little circles to give him a massage. However, Butters resisted and tried to squirm away from Kenny’s touching.
“Ihihihihit’s nohohohot! Ihihihihit’s nohohohot! Hehehehehee! Butters giggled as Kenny’s fingers squished in his belly and wriggled in the small space they could. Butters let out a fresh peal of laughter as Kenny managed a finger in his belly button to worm around.
“Jeemz Buttermphs you’rme soremph allmph omver. I’ll hamph tomph massagemph yourm wholemph bodymph!” Butters giggled louder at the teasing and shook his head at the idea.
“Nohohohoho yohou cahahan’t! *hic* I’hihhiill dihihihihie! *hic*” Butters broke out in small hiccups, his laughing broken up by small ‘hic’ sounds. Kenny smiled behind his hood at the sweet sound, but he was sure that meant Butters was nearing his ending point. Kenny slowed down his tickles as Butters back twitched with his hiccups.
“Youm omkay Buttermphs? I didnm’t gomph toomph far, righmt?” Kenny rubbed his hand up and down Butters back to soothe him. Butters nodded while he slowly sat up on his bed, and readjusted his shirt.
“Ahehe- *hic* I’m- I’m fine Ken. Boy, you sure are one heck of a tickler! Why you coulda killed me! It was fun though! Thanks for helping me out.” Butters smiled kindly at Kenny. Kenny reached forward and forced Butters into a hug to hide his blushing cheeks.
“Mmph- Imph youm emver needph helmp with anmythingph, jumst amsk Buttermphs. I’mph heremph formph youmph.” Kenny said genuinely. Butters slowly returned Kenny’s hug, and buried his face in the crook of Kenny’s neck.
“Thanks, Kenny. Why, you’re just the bestest friend a guy could have.” The two boys released as Butters scratched the back of his head in thought.
“Mmph... guessph youmph hamve tomph gomph tomph wormk nowmph, huh?” Kenny said in a sad tone. Butters quirked his lip in thought before shrugging with a smile.
“Nah, I can skip a day! Besides, you’re looking a little sore there, Ken! Looks like you need a massage~” Butters fingers wriggled in front of Kenny’s eyes. Kenny’s eyes widened as he jumped off the bed and raced around the room with Butters hot on his trail, both boys laughing happily.
The rest of the day was filled with plenty of playing and well-needed relaxation for Butters.
#south park#south park tickles#lee butters#ler kenny#butters stotch#kenny mccormick#tickle fic#danny writes#danny fic
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DP x DC Prompt #3
Danny was sent to the DC universe to save him from the GIW and the Fenton's by Clockwork
Doesn't know what to do here, but as an Experienced Vigilante:tm: he takes note of all the INexperienced vigilante's causing more danger than they realize.
Danny takes it upon himself to act as a low level villain so he can secretly train these vigilante's to be stronger. One day, a Bigger Villain decides to Fuck Around and Find Out.
All his "enemies" realize Danny could've folded them anytime he wanted when he effortlessly defeats the Big Bad.
#dc#dp#danny phantom#dpxdc#finemeal prompt#listen i'm gonna use this for a future dp x marvel fic#so i adapted it for dp x dc cuz i think this also fits#pop off monarchs should you choose to use this
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