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ageofbajabule · 7 months
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Fic Recommendations
I’ve been working on this for a while, and will add to it the more fics I read and will recommend.
Some of these are completed series, some are WIP series.
All of the work is 18+ NO MINORS: Some of these will contain smut, some might not. So read at your own discretion.
Josh
One Shots
Something About You - @abeautylives
Feather Light - @tripthelightfandomtastic
I Know You Are, But What Am I? - @indigostardustchords
Drift - @gretavangroupie
In Every Life - @joshkiszkasears
Divinity - @gretavanlace
Valtava - @gretavanlace
Long Time Coming - @builtbybrokenbells
Love Me Tender - @holybananafuck
Series
Varansai - @lightmylove-gvf
Bloom - @gretavangroupie
Endless Summer - @anthemofgvf
Deception - @obetrolncocktails
The Professor - @gretavanbear
Strawberry - @stardustshelb
Abaddon - @garbagevanfleet
Jake
One Shots
Voyeur - @gretavangroupie
Give Me Shelter - @gretavanfleetposts
Give Me All You Got - @alwaysonthemend
Use Somebody - @sunshinevanfleet
Series
Cream & Sugar - @sacredthefran
Hands to Yourself - @sinsofstardust
Vigilance - @gretavangroupie @gretavanmoon
Covet - @jakeyt
Lazarus - @garbagevanfleet
Danny
One Shots
Thrills In The Night - @sparrowofthedawnsworld
Rebel Yell - @tripthelightfandomtastic
Series
Four Weddings and a Funeral - @hearts-hunger
Sam
One Shots
Andante, Andante - @gretasmokerising
Not So Strangers - @gvfgal
Series
Pink Lemonade - @garbagevanfleet
Twins
One Shots
Crossfire - @daisyful-gvf
Just For Me - @jake-kiszkas-smirk
Series
Kismet - @gretavangroupie @sacredstarcatcher
Shake My Faith - @capturethechaos
Skin Deep - @streamingcolors-gvf
Stardust Chords - @indigostardustchords
Sugar - @gretavanlace
Poppins - @gretavanlace
Simultaneous - @lightmylove-gvf
Janny
One Shots
Guilty Pleasures - @builtbybrokenbells
Series
Ignition - @obetrolncocktails
Jonny
One Shots
Let’s Share - @joshym
Forbidden Twins
Series
Cruel Summer - @sacredstarcatcher
Gold Dust Woman - @builtbybrokenbells
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Love Obsession
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Summary: Danny is hit by Ember's guitar in its love section and you are so lucky to be the first person he sees [Characters are 16+] [I've been working on this for months, so I hope you guys like this]
It all happened so fast. You didn't realize the danger you put yourself in when you held Danny in your arms, trying to get him to wake up. You could hear Ember's mocking laughter since she knew that he wouldn't be bothering her anytime soon. In fact, he was going to have other things on his mind.
"Y/n-"
You look down at Danny, who had his eyes barely open. He reached out his hand towards your face and pulled you closer, as you looked worriedly at him. His eyes twinkled for a brief moment, before practically going all heart-like.
"You're very pretty."
"Uh-Thank you?" you look around, trying to find Tucker or Sam.
"Like really pretty," he now has both of his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, which in turn caused you to blush out of embarrassment.
"Oh-Well, uh... You're very pretty, too?"
He looks down at your hand, intertwining them both, before smiling lovingly.
"I think I love you Y/n."
You looked at him wide-eyed, "Excuse me?"
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He clung to you like a panda, not wanting to let go as you pleaded with him. His eyes were dilated and he wasn't taking them off you. But it's also because he doesn't want you to leave his sight for even a second. You were starting to worry he wasn't blinking. He wants to be the center of all your attention, too, but with the way you were looking everywhere BUT him was irritating.
"Y/n."
You were now making eye contact with him. Your face was, in his opinion, a cute pink and your cheeks were turning a crimson red.
"Why won't you look at me?"
"I am-" You quickly defended.
"Then don't look away."
You sighed and leaned on his chest, "How about we go to my car?"
"But I don't want this moment to end."
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You finally were able to get Danny into your car, after having struggled for a good 20 minutes with the way he clung to you. You groaned when finally losing the 150+ extra pounds of the male, not used to carrying so much. Maybe you should work out more? You shook your head, trying to focus. Danny's eyes were on you when you got into the driver's side and started your car.
You froze your hands on the wheels, uncomfortable with how close Danny was.
"Uh- Danny?"
"Yeah...?" He sighed happily, leaning his chin on his hand.
"Can you not stare at me? It kind of makes me a little uncomfortable," You awkwardly laugh.
"But you're so pretty. Besides, I like looking at you."
You turn towards Danny, grabbing his face, "You like me right?"
"I love you."
"Okay," you nodded, not taking him seriously, "If you 'love me' you'll stop staring at me and sit there quietly."
He seemed to think about it before grabbing your hands. "But I like looking at you."
"You can look at me all you want once we get to your house. How's that sound?" You felt stupid saying this, but it surprisingly worked.
He groaned and crossed his arms. Though, at least he wasn't staring at you. You were just content with the short-lived privacy.
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"Okay, Danny." You sat him down on his bed. "I'm going to help you."
"Help me? I don't need help."
You grabbed his shoulders, causing him to blush, "You need to snap out of it. You're only like this because of Ember."
"Snap out of what?" He looks confused, even tilting his head cutely.
You rolled your eyes. In any other situation, you would have thought he was cute, "This!" You gesture at him, as he looked at himself.
"Is something wrong with me?"
You felt bad when hearing his sad tone and sighed. "Oh, Danny... Yes, yes there is."
"Oh. I'm sorry," he grabs your hand, pulling you closer, "I'll change for you. I can be the perfect boyfriend. Your perfect boyfriend."
"I'm calling Tucker-"
You didn't even see it coming, but Danny grabbed your hand, flipped you over onto the bed, and straddled you, while also getting closer to your face. You leaned on your elbows but he pushed you back down.
"Why do you want to call Tucker? Am I not good enough for you?"
"What are you talking about Danny? He knows all about this tech stuff and will know how to fix you."
"Fix me? Why do you need me to be fixed? Am I not good enough? Do you like Tucker better than me?" He was twisting your hair between his fingers.
"Would you prefer if I called Sam?" You angrily retort, annoyed by Danny's sudden jealousy.
"Why call anyone? Why can't we just stay like this?"
"I'm only letting this slide because I know you're under the impression of Ember's guitar powers."
He was now caressing your cheek, seemingly not paying attention to what you were saying. He was humming to himself and it was beginning to freak you out. You pushed him away, as he looked at you shocked. You sat up, while he was still sitting on your legs.
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"Okay, Danny, we're going to snap you out of it."
"Snap out of what?"
Tucker frowned at his best friend and gestured to the ghost boy's room which was covered in pictures of Y/n.
"What? I like looking at her."
"Danny. It's creepy."
"What's creepy about being in love?"
Tucker shook Danny, "You are under a spell, Danny. This isn't real!" Tucker now made direct eye contact with him, "How would you feel if Y/n's room was covered in pictures of you?"
Danny sighed in bliss, "That'd be so hot-"
"Wrong! Danny, you have to snap out of it, so we can put Ember in the ghost portal."
"Ember? Who's Ember again."
Tucker pulls out a poster out of his bag, shoving it in Danny's face, "THIS is Ember!"
"Oh." Danny leans back, bouncing his back on the bed, "She made me realize I was in love with Y/n-"
Then Tucker got an idea. It wasn't a good idea and it could backfire, but if Danny loved Y/n so much, he was going to have to crush the love at the source. "Ember kidnapped Y/n."
Danny quickly sat up, "What? I thought Y/n was home?"
"No- Ember just took her, because she knew you loved her-"
Danny was standing up straighter and Tucker could tell he hit a string. "Where is she?"
"Well, she has a show tonight-"
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Danny glared at the blue-haired lady, not paying much mind to the people around him, who were white-eyed and dazed. He didn't care if the whole world was being controlled, but the minute Ember hurts Y/n, he was going to kill her.
"Where's Danny?"
You looked over Tucker's shoulder, who was rubbing his neck. "About that-"
You catch Danny's eyes and his widen as he rushes to you. He quickly hugs you and turns to Tucker.
"You said EMber kidnapped her-"
"You said WHAT? Why?"
"I'm so glad you're okay!" He hugs you tighter and you barely are able to get him off.
"Danny, you have to fight-"
He covers your mouth and caresses your cheek. "Shhhh... Who cares about her?" He tilts his head, giving you this look of love.
You were starting to feel smothered and you could see Ember getting stronger and you looked around before spotting Flash. An idea popped into your head, granted it was risky, but you had to snap Danny out of it.
"Flash!"
Said male turns around before walking over to you both. You knew you were going to regret this, especially when Danny was giving you a confused look. You pulled Flash down, kissing him and Danny watched wide-eyed.
You turned to the male who was glaring at you as if you had killed his pet. "Are you okay, Danny?"
"Am I okay? You just tore out my heart, stomped on it and then kicked it into the trash. No, I'm not okay." He looked up to Ember, who was glowing brightly, "And I know exactly who's fault it is."
Danny turned Ghost, before going to fight Ember, but you could see that he was losing. You looked over for Tucker, Sam quickly helping you. You found the male hooked to his cds and you grabbed him, pushing him on stage. He looks confused, as you and Sam tell him to just sing
And boy did he sing. Ember's power quickly drained as everyone snapped out of the mind control and Danny was finally able to suck her up.
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Danny scratched his neck as he avoided eye contact. He didn't know what to say and the photos were not helping him. He finally looked up at you, before sighing. You looked over towards him.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry... You know- For the creepy stuff."
"It's cool. I could never be mad at you, besides, you were under Ember's control."
Danny knew that was true, but he also knew that there was a part of him that liked you, a lot. He wanted to tell you about these feelings, but after this situation, he knew he'd have to wait.
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rotandguts · 10 months
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✶ ┄ DRIVING IN CARS WITH BOYS
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danny (evil dead rise) x fem!reader
summary: a workplace camaraderie spurs a string of late night drives with danny, each one bringing you closer to realising your feelings for one another.
word count: 8.3k
warnings: 18+ mdni, nsfw, semi-public sex, car sex, oral (m receiving), masturbation (f receiving), lowkey sexting lol, degradation if u squint tbh, mention of masturbation (m), DANNY IS 18+
A/N: okay so, i’ve just want to discuss how i’ve written danny but i just want to emphasise that i don’t want to erase the fact that he’s literally trans. i don’t have enough expertise writing from a trans point of view imo as i’m a cis female and i don’t want it to be offensive or tacky in anyway. so for this purpose i’ve just written danny as having a dick but i know how difficult it is for the trans community, especially trans youths and those with low income to receive certain types of gender affirming surgery and don’t want to just dismiss that. i hope that’s okay with everyone if anyone has any advice or anything lemme know!
publishing date ―  may 22nd, 2023 |  © rotandguts
When Danny first got his licence, he took any chance he got to drive the family’s Buick Roadsmaster. While not as impressive as some of the vehicles his classmates had, the fact he was even able to access a car with the income his family possessed was enough for him. It also explained why he was still living with his mom while attending college.
To help his mother he’d taken to working at the local Henrietta’s pizza joint, making enough to just make ends meet. In combination with whatever DJing side gigs he could get, he was slowly starting to save up. Aside from monetary gain, the part time job also gave him a new social life. Everyone who worked there was a little older, working to save during college like himself. It gave him the chance to speak to others in a space away from class, and the job itself was pretty easy anyway - due to his ability to drive he’d get sent out on deliveries most of the time.
Normally he’d be fine with this, getting paid hourly plus keeping the tips he got from going door to door (minus the occasional inconvenience from a few annoying assholes or prank calls). But he started to actually miss joking around in the kitchen or front desk with his co-workers. Danny was by no means unpopular, he had his own small friendship group from high school that kept him steady, but meeting new people he genuinely got along with was nice.  He was generally of a shy disposition, not one to reach out to others naturally, but a fiercely proud friend when you got to know him.
One person he began to miss in particular, was you. He’d recognised you from a few of his old high school classes, more on the quiet side like himself, usually folded over scribbling into your textbook. You were the only other person around his age working in Henrietta’s. He remembered that in school you kept to yourself but had plenty of friends on the committees you were on. Danny had remembered you were involved from an assembly talking about yearbook and prom committee, he thinks. He only attended after being threatened with detention if he skipped out to smoke under the bleachers with his friends. At work, you were the most talkative person there. He could tell how you had easily adapted in the extracurricular groups you were a part of from that skill alone.
Danny couldn’t really say he had ever tried to talk to you in school before, but when you both got to talking you would later admit that you hadn’t really made an effort to approach him either.
You had been working at Henrietta’s for similar reasons as Danny, you had initially joined in high school to save money to support yourself in college. After working there the past few years now, you’d seen classmates from both high school and college come and go but never really struck up a true friendship with them other than a wave or smile in the school hallways. All the other long term workers were post-graduates unable to put their diplomas to use and while it was handy for getting invited to college parties - you certainly felt a disconnect.
But then there was Danny.
Shy, kind, attractive Danny. You would be lying if you said you’d never noticed him in school. He was that one quiet cool kid that everyone just kind of liked. Good taste in music, if you could remember correctly. As soon as you got home from your first shift together you’d made sure to stalk all of his socials, he was kind of artsy - not quite goth but not quite full blown skater boy. He was rarely seen on his own Instagram, instead filling with pictures of his friends or gigs he’d been to. You bit your lip, growing only more curious about the blonde boy, head filling with speculation about his taste in romantic partners or what he’d be like behind closed doors.
You remembered the first day he’d walked in with the hairstyle he sported so casually now. He wore it so well compared to the dark brown mop he used to have. You’d never really noticed the boys or girls in your class before as being particularly attractive, but Danny walking in with that haircut and his new skater-ish look was like a breath of fresh air.  
This bubbling attraction was never indicated or acted upon until both of you were on kitchen duty during a quiet Sunday night shift. Danny had found that you liked to playfully bicker, it was like vocal tennis to you. Each of you began to find things to make the other flustered, never hitting too below the belt.
Both of you had been tiptoeing on a dangerous line, comments almost falling into uncharted territory. Running out of options to make him squirm, you turned around and admitted, “I actually remember when you came into class with that mullet for the first time. I thought it was super hot.” He froze, not sure how to respond. Were you actually flirting with him? Was this just part of the joke? Instinctively running his hands through his hair, he thought of a quick response.
“Thanks, I guess. Yeah, I liked when you had streaks in your hair.” You had briefly followed the TikTok trend coming back to high school after lockdown, two platinum blonde streaks framing your face. You raised your eyebrows. “Daniel! You’re like, totally obsessed with me!” You giggled, tucking hair behind your ear. Danny, blushing, shrugged and diverted his eyes to the task at hand.
“I could literally say the same for you. Still think my hair is super hot?” He smirked, looking up at her across the small divide of the work station. “Yeah, I do.” She smiled back.
From here, a light flirtation began to intertwine with the duo’s constant bickering, quickly leading to them becoming close. Their co-workers had begun to notice that they’d swap shifts in order to be together, not that either of them would admit that. As long as they were getting the work done, nobody cared. They were a dynamic duo in the workplace, known to close the building in record time and maintain high sales during quiet days. Slowly, you had both began to be left in charge of the store on a Sunday closing shift.
Naturally, he’d offer to give you a ride home. You didn’t live too far from him and if his mom had found out he’d left you alone to get a bus or walk home she would’ve killed him. It was a win-win, and he was always grateful for the time he spent with you alone. Along the way, there would occasionally be a late night detour to McDonalds or whatever fast food place that would be open at the time, both of you sick of pizzas after long shifts spent in the kitchen.
In the parking lot within the safe confines of the family car, you’d gossip about classmates and co-workers and sing loud to your heart's content to whatever CDs he had lying around. Sometimes he’d play his new mixes for you, eager to hear your thoughts. One night after playing you his newest mix, nervously playing with the clutch, you placed your hand on top of his.
“I really appreciate you playing me these by the way. Like genuinely, I really like them.” You smiled, and he smiled back. It was no secret that he was very shy about playing others his music, the only time it felt natural was when he did do a DJ gig somewhere (thanks to the fake ID his aunt Beth got him). He was desperate to play it cool, but his hands clammy at your touch indicated otherwise.
“Thanks man.” He started the ignition, leading you to jump slightly and remove your hand. He could still feel the ghost of it when he began to drive away, willing you to place it back again. But the soft feeling of your palm never returned.
“Really… Thanks for everything, Dan. It means a lot to me.” You continued, your eyes on the road now like his should have been, only distracted so he could take short discreet glances at you. “I’m glad we met.”
“What was that?” He teased, pretending not to hear her. She lightly nudged him, “Har-har, very funny.”
“Yeah whatever. Really glad you’ve become my passenger princess,” You turn around to look at him through eyelashes, head pressed against the headrest. You couldn’t help but note how good he looked with the dimmed lighting of the street lights at night.
“The only reason I keep you around is ‘cause you keep leaving your shit in the car all the time, so I have to hang around you ‘cause my mom gets pissy that all this random junk is here.” Danny begins to joke around, picking up a lip gloss you’d left a few shifts ago. “Shit! I was looking for that!” You grabbed it off him, pulling the mirror down to apply it. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, jokingly.
By the time you got to your door, you almost didn't want to leave the car. A lingering thick silence grew and every small creak or sound the car would make emphasised it even further. Despite all these late night car rides or the occasional video call, you barely spoke during the day. It wasn’t like you were purposefully avoiding each other, you were doing different majors and had classes spread across the campus. Nonetheless, you found yourself missing his company.
“I really really meant what I said, Danny.” You promised, “Not teasing you, I promise.”
A faint smile on his lips, he replied “I know.” Silence again for a moment.
“I like teasing you.” He’d said it so quietly you didn’t even know if you’d heard him correctly. His eyes shifted to your figure, your own eyes now glued to the view of the dark empty street from the windshield. You could feel your chest growing heavier, and the burn rising to your cheeks. He continued, “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Without thinking, you turned to look at him again. “Yeah, you too Daniel.” You parted from him with a light smack to his arm.
Getting out the car, you sped to your front door. You were dying to turn around to catch his reaction, he always did such a good job of appearing so stoic and then crumbling at the very last moment at any sort of praise sent his way. As much as you tried to resist it, you couldn’t help but glance back at the boy. He was watching you from the car window, rosy cheeked and eyes hopeful.
But you couldn’t just leave him with that. As much as you desperately wanted to appear cool and mysterious, there was a part of you that clung to any interaction with him you could get. It’s what made you both so reluctant to hang up on each other during the occasional late night video call, only thwarted by Ellie politely reminding Danny he was keeping the other members of the household awake with his laughter.
Running back to the car trying not to trip over your own two feet, you hoped he couldn’t sense your own nervousness. You bang on the window, with Danny already in the process of rolling it down.
Air cold and still, lights dim.
“Thanks for the ride.” Leaning in, you pressed your glossy lips earnestly to his warm cheek. For a moment as you pulled away slowly, you could feel how close your faces were to each other. His breath on your face, you waited for anything to happen. “Y-yeah, no worries man.” Rushing back to your home, you couldn’t tell if you’d accomplished your goal or not. On one hand, he was flustered - it was obvious. But on the other, you’d almost wished he’d done something, anything, to keep you talking to him.
A few days went by with you beginning to narrowly miss each other at work, he would finish as you started or likewise. You hoped it wasn’t purposeful, although you’d admit that you hadn’t bothered to change any of your shifts since that night.
Legs hanging off the bed, you had been relaxing after a long day of kind-of studying. The fact you’d bothered to get the textbook out at all had seemed like a cause for celebration for you. Toying with the thought of teasing Dan via text, you were surprised to find the boy had already texted you.
DANNY
outside.
(sent at 23:04)
now
(sent at 23:05)
Alert, you stumbled your way to your bedroom window, legs still half dead from just lying around. And there it was, the trusty family Buick parked right outside. You could see his arm hanging from the window, fingers strumming something onto the car door. Those fingers had been thought about many times when Danny was on your mind. Long and kind of skinny, you imagined how they looked on the record decks he spent so much of his free time over.
Spinning the record, a single digit softly pressing down on the smooth ridge. How did he control them? Was he soft when he did it? Did he tug the record ever so slightly? Was he a little messy with his strokes? How much pressure did he apply? Did the rhythm depend on the listener?
This was going too far. And plus, you were keeping him waiting.
“Hurry the fuck up, I’m starving bro.” He whined as soon as your figure appeared in your front doorway.
“I ate already Dan,” Still searching for an explanation.
“Okay? Damn, you can watch me eat then! Just hurry up!” He nudged the horn, causing you to both jump. “I didn’t think that would be enough pressure to be honest, that kinda scared me too.” He admitted.
He was a little rough, you thought. Good to know.
“Why the fuck are you here, dumbass? I’ve got class in the morning.” You folded your arms, still not making any effort to get in the vehicle.
“I miss you, obviously.” He shrugged, as if it really was the most obvious thing in the world. It was like you could hear your heart ping inside you when he said that. You were starting to hate the recent way he’d been making you feel. He was certainly winning the teasing game.
You rolled your eyes, you were going to fight for this. “Danny, if you want to fuck me that badly you just need to ask.”
“Fuck off, I’m starving. I thought you loved me.” He pouted. Damn, he was good. Maybe this was all it was to him really, just a game. Maybe this is how he’s trying to set boundaries to imply you should just be platonic. Secretly, you hoped he wasn’t.
You huffed, “Fine.” And now both of you were driving to god knows what fast food place.
“Is your mom not pissed at you just taking the car all the time?” He shrugged off the question. “As long as I’m paying for the gas, she doesn’t care.” You hadn’t actually met her, despite hearing stories about her.
“Does she get annoyed at you coming home so late?” You were lightly prodding, not necessarily to simply tease but just to get a better picture of what it was like for him. He seemed once again unbothered when he responded, “I’m really good at staying quiet.”
“Aren’t you meant to be a DJ?”
“Yeah, but I guess I’ve had practice in other ways.”
What. The. Fuck.
Respectfully, you didn’t know what to do with that information.
“Gross, I don’t need to hear about all that.” You lightly hit his shoulder, almost frowning selfishly when he didn’t even take his eyes off the road.
“Hear about what?” He feigns ignorance, but you swear you can see a flicker of a smirk on his mouth. “Your sex life, Daniel!”
“Woah woah woah - I never said anything about sex! That’s just all your perverted thoughts, assuming the worst in me.” There it is, there’s that smirk he was so desperate to hide. You try to fight it with an eye roll.
“Dick.”
“God, penis on the goddamned brain! You’re so fuckin’ filthy, babe.” He was obviously joking and yet there was something there that had you squirming in the car seat. “Shut up. You win tonight.” His face warms up at your comment, you can’t find it in your heart to truly hate him for it. Your comment only happened to foreshadow what was to come.
By the time Danny gets and finishes his food, you’re both sitting in silence in some darkened car park. This is no different from the usual after work trips, but something really seems different in the air.
The silence was peaceful, almost kind of soothing. For a second, it felt like you two might be the only two people left at the end of the world. Of course, this wasn’t the apocalypse and the biggest hurdle in your life at the moment was the internal battle with your feelings for the boy seated beside you.
His hands were still gripping the steering wheel but the car was in a static standstill. You hoped he was just as nervous as you were.
“I’ve been thinking about what you were saying, by the way.” He finally spoke, causing your head to turn to him.
“I say a lot of things, Dan. Gonna have to be more specific.” A smug smile greeting him when he turned around to meet your waiting eyes. He sent a blank look your way, taken out of context it would’ve seemed like he was actually fed up with you.
“Like, the whole spending time with you thing. I’m glad we met too.” You couldn’t help but bite your lip, looking at him through long lashes, an almost siren’s gaze. “Danny, it seems like you’ve gone all soft on me.”
He almost cringed at your words. If there had been one thing that Danny had been when he’d been thinking about you recently it definitely wasn’t soft. He prayed that you weren’t secretly a mind reader, but you could tell you had prodded enough from the way the atmosphere shifted.
“I like going on these drives with you, it helps me clear my mind I guess.” Danny continued to play with the leather of the steering wheel. As bad as it sounds, he’d found a spot he could lightly rip up with his nails and it became his new fixation when he was fidgeting. “And I was maybe wondering if you’d like to go on more of them. With me… not just like after work or anything.” He stuttered, kind of scared to meet your gaze again. One thing he hated was how much you made him squirm. You had a specific talent for making him nervous, but at the same time the feeling was so addictive that he didn’t want you to stop.
“Is this like you asking me on a date?” Brows raised, your fingers fell to the hem of your shirt subconsciously doing the same fidgeting that Danny was performing in front of you.
“No! Not like, I don’t mean anything like pervy or that despite what I was, like, joking about-” He moved in defence, his hands raised as if to block her joke from reaching him.
“I’m fucking with you. You know I love our drives, they’re our drives.” You said it with such conviction that despite not really saying anything he completely understood what you meant. These little trips no matter how far they went felt special to them.
He softly chuckled, feeling like whatever barrier he’d been putting up was falling. “You’re obsessed with me.”
“Shut the fuck up, Danny.”
“It’s okay! I’m a little obsessed with you too! We can be mutually obsessed with each other - that’s how friendships work!” For a moment, you realised that maybe the way he spoke to you - the way you spoke to each other - was what kept you coming back to him. He was attractive, sure, but something was so free about the way you could speak around each other.
But also, god, he was so attractive.
He leaned back against the headrest, you took the time to appreciate his soft jaw. Those damn pink lips. As much as you’d been trying to not admit it you were desperate to feel them on your neck. There was nothing more you wanted right now than to lean over and kiss him with such ferocity that you’d both forget your own names.
You most definitely shouldn’t be feeling these ways. Aside from him being a friend, he was a co-worker. Relationships like that always ended so messily.
“I think I pity you actually, why do you have to stay so quiet, Dan? Couldn’t have been good if they didn’t even make you moan.”
“I didn’t say they couldn’t make me, I just said I was good at being quiet.” You both paused for a moment, where did you go from here? You could open Pandora's box, and let out whatever tension you’ve been feeling or you could stay within the safety of his friendship.
“Was hard for them to stay quiet though.” Your chest tightened, you felt like all of the air had disappeared in the car.
Holy shit.
“I’m sure they managed just fine.” Managing to choke out a swift comeback, trying to appear as sardonic as you possibly could. “Yeah, my hand sure helped.”
Another blow to the system. He was good at this.
He shifted, like he was preparing for his next hit. “You talk too much to be quiet, I think.” Another stab to your chest, screw him. You were going for the kill.
“Maybe I just need a helping hand.” Your eyes shifted to his own hands, still on the wheel. He’d noticed. He was coming for blood.
“That can be arranged, sweetheart.” If this was Mortal Kombat, his streak would be unreal. “I don’t think you’d be able to handle me.” You countered, you were ashamed to admit you were losing the fight. “I think I’m a little too wild for you, Dan.”
“Prove it.”
The killing blow.
If this was a film, this would be the part where you pounce on each other and fight for dominance with your tongues. But this is not a movie, and as passionate as that sounds, the thought of your tongue as some sort of roman gladiator kind of made you feel icky.
All you could do was respond with exhaling a breath you never realised you were holding, kind of amused. You tilted your head as if to say, ‘touché’.
And that was that.
He got you home safely as he would any other night, watching you as you entered the house. Through the peephole, you could see him linger for a moment staring at your door. He rested his head once again on the headrest, this time looking exasperated. Running a hand through his platinum hair, he started the engine and left.
Bed sheets twisted in hand, you weren’t proud to admit just how much of an effect his words had on you. But lying there, your fingers softly playing with your clit, you didn’t really feel guilty either. You thought once again of his own fingers on you, a little rough with you. The rhythm of them as they throbbed within you, he’d know exactly what tempo would ruin you.
Initially you were concerned about looking him in the eyes the next time you saw him, but when you got another good look at him that feeling quickly went away. He was intoxicating to be around. How were you this down bad for him?
The rides continued as normal, if not more frequently now. Always tiptoeing on the line between playful banter and the most delicious flirtation you’d ever partaken in was like whiplash. But you couldn’t stop.
Speculation about the other's sex life could be tried and tested, each playful answer given offering a thrilling image that would be used to fuel lonely fantasies behind bedroom doors.
After you had to travel to Oregon for a family emergency, contact with Danny again grew to a halt. It wasn’t like you were desperate to speak to him all the time but in the moments you weren’t busy, he was usually at work, in classes or looking after his sisters.
DANNY
miss u u massive fucking loser
(sent at 22:37)
YOU
die
(seen at 22:39)
miss you too
(seen at 22:39)
how is life without me?
(seen at 22:39)
DANNY
sucks
(sent at 22:39)
going to strangle bridget if she comes into my room one more time perhaps
(sent at 22:40)
as soon as ur back in the state ur getting ur cute little ass into my goddamn car and i am going drive u all around the city
(sent at 22:40)
YOU
that’s kidnapping?
(seen at 22:40)
DANNY
cry about it
(sent at 22:40)
what did u do today my beloved?
(sent at 22:41)
YOU
shopped for lingerie
(seen at 22:41)
It hadn’t been a lie, you had visited the local mall and picked up some stuff - some of it had just happened to be nice underwear.
DANNY
HOT
(sent at 22:42)
send pics
(sent at 22:43)
There was a great potential here that you had to consider. Danny could literally just be joking, this wasn’t too far out of the things you usually teased each other with. But, at the same time you wondered if this would be a good way of getting back at him for making you squirm. Would you be crossing a line if you sent one or two unsuggestive pictures to him?
When the pictures were delivered, two of you in different sets of lingerie, he almost dropped his phone. You’d be the fucking death of him.
After a few minutes of no response but the screen indicating they had been seen, you began to panic. Fuck, what if this had all back fired? Were these unsolicited despite what he had said? Were you too dumb to read between the lines?
YOU
heyyyy you good lol
(sent at 22:52)
sorry if that was too much
(sent at 22:53)
Still a few more moments of no response. Until, both turned to (seen at 22:56).
DANNY
no sorry! i was helping my mom with make dinner
(sent at 22:56)
YOU
dinner at 11pm?
(seen at 22:57)
DANNY
we’re a hungry bunch
(sent at 23:00)
Biting your lip, all you could do right now so far away from seeing his actual reaction was take his word for it. Your phone pinged with a new notification.
DANNY sent a photo.
It was similar to what you’d sent, with him being shirtless and in his boxers. He’d taken it from a mirror, kneeling on the floor - tattoos on display. The things you would do right now to be in that room on your knees were unspeakable.
YOU
cold in there?
(seen at 23:02)
DANNY
freezing
(sent at 23:02)
need someone in new lingerie to come warm me up i guess
(sent at 23:03)
Initially, you typed out ‘good luck with that’ but paused before you hit send. You couldn’t just let this escape you anymore.
YOU
i’ll be home soon
(seen at 23:06)
After that, you could hardly wait to see him. None of your other chats after that quite reached that level of promiscuity. You were craving even more of him after seeing him like that. No longer did you need to imagine what he looked like under the uniform.
It wasn’t long until you were back in Los Angeles and already getting ready for him to come pick you up. You’d thrown on a cute white milkmaid summer dress, trying to look effortless despite you having the outfit planned for your return since that night you exchanged pictures. The new lingerie was incorporated as well, of course. Even if nothing came of all this, you were going to go out there knowing you looked damn good. A red cardigan was added on top, giving enough coverage for the hot LA nights.
You practically jumped into the car when he pulled up outside your house, shouting to nobody in particular that you would be out late tonight.
Cheshire cat-like grin on his face, just being beside him again made you remember just how much you missed him. “Hey,” He began, starting the ignition.
“Miss me?” You winked, hand softly playing with the back of his mullet for a moment as if you were greeting a pet. “You don’t know the half of it, babe.”
“Where are we heading for food?” You enquired, nothing had really been planned beyond just seeing each other. “Well actually, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to mine for dinner tonight. My mom is working super late so, um, she invited you. Means we can still go on a drive til she gets home.”
Beaming, you immediately started nodding. “Oh my god, Danny! You’ve been talking to your mama about me.”
“Not like we spend most of our time with each other.”
“You’re obsessed! How long have I been saying this?” Smug assertion rolling off your tongue so easily, you realised you hadn’t actually answered the question. “Yeah, I’d love to come.” He smiled.
“Where are you thinking of going in the meantime?” You began to play with the hem of your dress, lifting it ever so slightly to expose more of your thigh. His eyes flickered to the new skin on show, thinking of you in those photos again. “Um, takeaway milkshakes in the park sound good?”
“Sounds great, actually.” And so off you went.
He picked strawberry, you picked vanilla. You were sitting in covered darkness, the overhead light of the car on to allow you to see one another. Sneaking glimpses of each other as you finished the drinks, giggling when you caught the other.
“What’s in Oregon?” He asks, all you’d been talking about up to that point was the workplace gossip you’d missed during your time away. You shrugged, “Parents are from there. I grew up there actually, I go back and forth occasionally.” You stopped to take a slurp of the sweet beverage.
“My great aunt is ill but its whatever. We’re not close or anything with that side of the family, it’s still sad I guess, but I don’t know. Just not like, to be a downer or anything, y’know?” The boy nodded beside her, “Yeah my mom’s family is kinda distant.”
You knew about his asshole dad disappearing. He spoke about him so little that you didn’t want to pry when he was obviously going through shit that didn’t really concern you. “Her mom, my grandma, she was kind of nuts.”
“Bummer. Fuckin’ stupid family shit, am I right?” You tried to lighten the mood. “Yeah, such a pain in the fucking ass.” He smiled. The mood had obviously taken a nosedive, so you attempted to liven it up a bit.
“I actually lost my virginity in Oregon a few years back.” Hand filing through your hair to push it back from your face, you shook your head. “Was like this stupid guy that knew my cousins. It was terrible.”
“I think I’ve got you beat, mine was in the bathroom at some random gig I went to with a girl from school. We never spoke after it.” Your face dropped, evidently feeling sorry for him. “Don’t feel sorry for me, man, neither of us were feeling it.”
“Wow, I don’t even know where the weirdest place I’ve had sex is, honestly.” Thinking through the few escapades you had partaken in, you realised most had been in homes when parents were out.
“That gig one was probably mine. Actually, I got a blowjob under the bleachers in senior year once, that shit was crazy.” Jealousy struck through your heart, who gave him it? He answered the question for you, “It was Brenda Glemmer.”
That bitch.
“Wow, someone’s jealous.” You hadn’t realised that you’d involuntarily said that last part out loud. “She was a dick to me, my hatred is not blowjob related.” Failing to convince him, he rested a hand on your shoulder in comfort. “Sure thing, babe.”
Rolling your eyes, you suddenly remembered your craziest experience of all. “Actually, I think I have you beat! I once got ate out in a graveyard!”
“Jesus christ, I’m not at all surprised you give such goth gf vibes.” He smirked, finishing his milkshake. “God, what I would’ve given to be that guy.”
Cheeks heated, “Fuck you!” You exclaimed.
“Not if I fuck you first!” That earned a smack and more giggling. He continued, “I knew you were into kinky shit like that.” But when the giggling died down, the deep wanting returned.
“Ever had sex in this car before?” You found yourself staring out into the blackness of the park, your heart beating the fastest you thought it may have ever beaten.
“No, can’t say I have.” His hands are clutching the wheel again. “Thought about it, though.”
“Oh really?” You were on full autopilot mode now, the words exiting your mouth only coming out as an act of self preservation in case you pass out from nervousness.
“You know I’ve thought about it.”
You turn to look at him, and there he was, already waiting for you. “You really should do something about it then.”
“Maybe I’m worried the girl I like doesn’t want it like I want it.”
“I think she needs it more than she needs to fucking breathe, Danny.”
And that was that.
Lips desperately pressed to one another, needy to taste what you had been anticipating for months now. His face was just as warm as yours, the heat only adding to the feverish feeling.
You tasted like vanilla and sweetness, like sunset and cinnamon. Your hands knotting with his hair, he begged you to tug on it with a groan, you had to comply. It had been a while since you had last kissed anyone, but none had ever even come close to this. Laced with absolute desire and greed from both sides, taking whatever you could both get after wanting it so badly for so long.
His hands began to gently pull the cardigan from your shoulders, throwing it to the backseat before dipping his fingers under the straps of your dress. It was here, unfortunately, you had to stop him.
“Nuh-uh, not here. Too creepy.” You bit your lip, worried that you were out of options.
“I think I know a place.”
Hastily reversing, he sped off in the direction of his own apartment building. The underground carpark often lay abandoned after around 10pm, leaving it an ideal place for a potential late night escapade. His mom would get a ride to the front of the building, meaning if she did come home there would hopefully be zero crossover, especially with him having the remote with him in the glove compartment.  
Right hand dropping to rest on your thigh, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked with one hand on the wheel, brows furrowed in concentration.
For a moment, it was like neither of you really knew what you were going to do when you got there. You were kind of spoiled for choice, not really ever having a place to yourselves with you both still living with parents. This car granted multiple opportunities - or as Danny was thinking, interesting positions. He needed to try them all.
You could feel your arousal pooling beneath you, while Danny continued through the traffic, you crossed your legs over and began to grind your thighs together for temporary relief. Eyes flicking from the road to your sexually frustrated figure. Slowly, opening your legs ever so slightly, he holds the hem of your dress and lifts it back, exposing the underwear. He recognised it immediately, licking his lips.
“You’re fuckin’ bad.” You smirked at his words, “Like it?”. You feign innocence, twirling a strand of hair with your finger.
Danny groans, moving the hand from your thigh to brush his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, really, really like it.” His fingers go back to trace along your entrance, underwear soaked already. You couldn’t even feel embarrassed, not when the fingers you had been imagining on you for so long were touching you like this.
Your hand hovers over his own, and you press his digits into your cunt. You emit a dark sigh, a noise that makes Danny want to pull over and fuck you on the sidewalk out in the open. Guiding his hand against you, working you up into the unspeakable rhythm, you begin to knead your breast with your other hand. Feeling delirious with goosebumps growing on your skin, you lean forward to press kisses against his neck. Tongue flicking under his silver chain that you’ve been dying to taste for so long. “Stop distracting me,” He groans, without doing anything to stop you.
He was pushing a little harder on the peddle, doing everything in his power to not get lost in the view of your cleavage, knuckles white wrapped around the wheel.
After what felt like a lifetime, the car pulled into the darkened garage. He fumbled with the remote, almost dropping it in a rapid attempt to press the button. The buzz of the gate finally indicated, the shutter lifting.  With that, you guessed your fate was sealed.
Danny made sure to park in the far back, if anyone did come down here they would hopefully have a hard time noticing the pair.
As soon as the keys were turned, Danny was pulling you into his lap. You started to rock your hips on him, not applying too much pressure in a further attempt to torment him.
“Too scared to take me upstairs to meet mommy right now?” You teased, running your hands through his hair. He made no effort to hide how much pleasure the sensation was giving him. “Just absolutely desperate to fuck you right now, if I’m being honest.” He was almost breathless, struggling to get the words out with you grinding on him the way you were.
You smirked, his right hand travelling from your hips, to your breast, to your neck. “So, so pretty.”
You stopped him, desperate to ask him a question that had been playing on your mind since it happened. “Were you really helping your mom with dinner when I sent those pictures?”
“Fuck no, they were saved to my camera roll the second they came through.” You scoffed. “I fucking knew it!”
“Yeah, yeah. As if it was hard.” He holds your hips down onto his own and for the first time you feel the thickness under you. Both of you breathing wildly, grinding into each other, knowing there's still far more to even come. It was exhilarating.
“I think I know something else that might be really hard right now.” Here you were, working yourself up on his lap. You were sure your wetness had soaked through his shorts. “Wonder whose fault that is?”
Your lips were back on his, and immediately it was like another hit of the most powerful drug. The way he moved with you, his grip on you was egging you on even more. You wanted to be so bad for him.
His fingers once again fell to your underwear, pushing them aside to feel just how wet you really were. “Fuck.” He murmured, beginning to rub his thumb over your clit. “Danny,” You moaned in retaliation.
Without warning, he sunk his middle and index fingers into you. Slowly pulsating inside you, you gasp for air. Falling back and-
BEEEEEEEP
The sound of you pressing against the wheel causes you both to jump, but also causes Danny’s fingers to go further inside you - leading to another moan.
You both giggle, not stopping with the new depth and pace as we works up into you. “I seriously need to stop doing that.” You fall against him, forehead placed against the other. “Wanted to feel you for so long.” He mumbles.
“Mhmm?” You were in too much bliss to properly respond as he nodded, “Feels good?” You nodded in return. He starts to suck on your neck, biting the areas you react the most to. You thought this feeling of closeness was unobtainable, yet here you were with him.
Pressing a light kiss, you whine when he removes his fingers from beneath you. He lifts his index to his mouth, licking it. “You taste fucking amazing,” Danny smiles at your wide eyes. “You want a taste?” Again, you nod. He places the two fingers in your own mouth. “Suck, baby.” He commands you and you follow without hesitation. His jaw goes slack at the sight of your sucking his fingers, tongue making little circles around his fingertips to show what you’re capable of.
Letting them go, you mumble, “I think I wanna go in the back seat, Dan.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, wanna taste your cock.” Well, that’ll do it. You’re practically launched backwards through the small gap to get to the back of the car. Danny instead swings the driver side door open, ejecting the chair forward and climbs in on top of you. Pinning you down, you reach for his dick as his hands grip your waist. Kissing you with a ferocity somehow not even present in the kisses from before, he presses you against him.
Pulling away to gasp for air, with your help Danny yanks his sweater and baggy t-shirt off in one fell swoop. His shorts get thrown on the floor, leaving him in his boxers. He reaches for the zip of your dress, pulling the straps down and ripping it off your body right from under you. “I’ve been thinking about you in this everyday since you sent me that picture.” He plays with the straps of bra, noses touching and breath light on your face. His soft eyes on your figure, taking a moment to take it all in.
“Well, maybe three times a day.” You softly smack his chest as you fall into him, giggling as he plays with the hooks at the back. You shake the bra off and reach for your underwear, leaving you totally exposed. Danny, giving a second to take in the view of your naked body, pulls down the waistband of his underwear. From the immediate sight of his cock, precum dripping from the tip, you’re compelled to lick it.
On your knees beside him in the back seat, you lick a stripe up the length of him before taking him in your mouth. You stay like this, head bobbing as he grabs a chunk of your hair and gently guides you with the other hand on your head. With a little difficulty, you look up at him, his head thrown back on the headrest and his mouth stuck in the shape of an ‘O’.
“Stop, stop. Fuck, c’mere.” He picks your torso up by your arms and guides your lips back to his, before pulling your legs over so you’re now straddling him.
Rubbing his length against your clit, he begins to suck on more bare spaces around your neck and chest. You hold his head as you rock into him.
“Danny, I can’t- I need to feel you now.” He nods hastily, and positions himself under you.
You lower yourself onto him, letting out a guttural moan at the feeling of him filling you. You wrap yourself around him as he grits his teeth, holding your hips as you start to ride him.
Face buried in his neck, you whimper as you set a steady pace, fingers twisted tightly in that blonde mullet you loved so much. Your knees dig into the seat, you can feel yourself coming undone.
He rips your head from the crevice, getting a good look at you as he starts to take the lead and rolls up into you.
“Such a pretty baby,” His hand wraps around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. The hand drops to your neck, as his other wraps around your thigh, giving more guidance. “Keep talking,” You struggle out, fucking yourself into him at this point. By this point the windows are fogged and you’re sure the car is rocking by now.
Your fingers wrap around his hand on your neck, begging him to hold it a little tighter, a little rougher. He tuts, before connecting his hand to your backside with a loud smack.
“You’re fuckin filthy, you know that?”
“Yes, yes, Danny, fuck!”
“Fuck, you’re better than anything I ever imagined.” With two taps to your waist, you both stop. You’re evidently growing weaker, all fucked out on his dick. He flips you around so your back is lying on the seat. You’re all sprawled out in front of him, hair kind of crazy, but he swears to god he’s never been more attracted to any human being ever.
He presses himself down on top of you, balancing his weight so you’re not crushed but something feels so intimate about the way he’s on you.
Smiling again, he plants out of time kisses onto your lips whenever he can. Forearm above your head to keep him balanced, palm lovingly on your crown to support you. His eyes watching your face closely, this was it. Fuck, this was really it.
The feeling that could only be explained as a tidal wave of wet hot rising, Danny’s pace guiding it to where it needed to go.
“I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He whimpers, picking up his pace while still visibly shaking. You pull his forehead down to yours as he continues to work his hips into you. Your thighs are holstered far above his hips, offering a perfect angle for you both. The feeling of him filling you up was enough to send you over the edge.
“Dan, shit, me too.”
“C’mon baby, needed this for so long. It’s always been you.” With those finishing words, you couldn’t hold back any longer. Body shaking with the orgasm rippling through you, Danny beginning to come down from his own.
For a while, you both sat in the corners of the back seat, as if you were boxers in a ring. Your eyes stayed trained on each other’s bodies as you caught your breaths.
You crawl over to him, finally resting in the space between his legs as his arms wrap around your body.
“Do you think it would be awkward if I could stay the night?” You finally announced. You turned to face him. “It wouldn’t be, like, weird if we slept in the same bed, right?”
“My dick was literally just inside you.” His palm resting on your jaw, lovingly stroking his thumb over your cheek. “And? Maybe you hated it!” He shook his head, “That was the best thing I’ve probably ever experienced in my life.” He left a kiss on your jaw, where the ghost of his fingers still lingered.
His mom probably would be fine with her staying as well, seeing as she wasn’t really judgy with the whole boy and girl sleepover thing.
“Just a fair warning, my sisters are a fuckin’ pain in the ass.” He shook you off him, beginning to locate both of your scattered clothing and collect yourselves. “That’s cool. I’m excited to meet them.”
For a second, he watched you get ready, still eyeing your body. Your neck and chest were covered in purple markings left by him. He smiled wistfully, appreciating his work along with your figure. You clocked him watching and rolled your eyes, “Perv.”
“You’re cute.” He skimmed his hands over each one, as if it was the world’s most abstract dot-to-dot puzzle. You realised just how many hickies covered you. “Fuckin’ asshole.” Before he could grab it, you snatched his sweatshirt from beside him, offering you more coverage than your cardigan would allow. “How the hell am I gonna cover these up when I see your mom?” Danny shrugged once again, still finding the whole situation amusing and honestly, kinda hot.
“Just say it’s a birthmark,” He began to press soft kisses on each hickey. “Or maybe I’ll just have to keep one hand around your neck at all times.” You lightly smacked him, but it didn’t deter him from the task at hand. Your gaze softened, lifting his chin up so you were both eye to eye.
“So obsessed, huh?” He nodded at your words, stealing another kiss from your lips. You’d let him take as much as he wanted of you. “You know it.” And another, and another, until he was kissing every inch of your face as you tried to bat him away.
Leaning into his ear you whisper, “Maybe later, you can show me just how quiet you can be?” He almost growls at your statement, you press a finger to his lips. The promise of more to come was exhilarating to the both of you. He parts with a soft bite to your neck, softer than the ones offered earlier.
He held your hand all the way to the apartment, and in the elevator you nestled into his neck. The feeling of him, his scent, so strong all around you was enough to make you totally intoxicated with the mere thought of him. Looking up, you catch him looking down at you, soft smile playing on his lips.
Yeah, you could get used to this.
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sunshinevanfleet · 1 year
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brat - d. wagner
pairing: danny x reader
a/n: hey y'all!!! i'm back again with another fic. i'm trying to keep up with the writing and avoid some writers' block, so here's another fic. i am hardcore in danny's lane rn, and planned to write some fluff and then ended up with the exact opposite lol. so here's some enemies to lovers, hate-fuck smut with our lovely danny. he's kind of an asshole in this one and it's very sexy so pls enjoy. let me know what u think!! luv you all. (p.s. this is unedited and not proofread so excuse me for any mistakes thx ok bye)
genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), enemies to lovers
word count: 4k
warnings: alcohol consumption, explicit sex scenes, unprotected sex, car sex, danny being an asshole, some light degradation, etc.
“You have got to be fucking with me.” 
You barely noticed the words leaving your lips as you stood by the bar, the plastic cup in your hand crunching as you gripped it. You glanced over your shoulder at your friend; she was still distracted by the hot bartender flirting with her. Nudging her with your shoulder, she finally glanced over.
“No way, is that–”
“It is,” you muttered, shaking your head. “I’m going to fucking murder Josh Kiszka.”
Kara laughed at your words, just as shocked as you were. The bartender was forgotten, still chatting away distractedly as you two stared at the man in the doorway of the bar. The low light obscured him slightly, not to mention the blurriness of your eyes from the couple of drinks you had. But it was him, silhouetted there, all broad-shoulders and dark curly hair framing his face. 
“Daniel Wagner…” Kara shook her head, taking a long swig of her drink in front of her. “Josh totally did that on purpose.”
“You think?”
“I mean, I dunno.” She shrugged. “He knows you hate each other, obviously.”
You sighed heavily. You should’ve called anyone but Josh. You should’ve spent your last ten dollars getting an uber home. It would be worth sacrificing your pretentious cold brew from the coffee shop down the street in the morning in order to avoid riding home with Danny Wagner. 
“This is so fucked.” You turned around to face Kara. Danny was canvassing the crowded bar, obviously searching for you since he had been called to be your savior tonight. “I’m never calling Josh to pick me up again.”
“You should’ve expected this, Y/N,” said Kara. “Josh is always sending someone else to get you. Remember last time? He was taking fireball shots at home with Sam, so he sent Jake…”
“That’s the difference!” you hissed at her, trying not to call attention to yourself. You were beginning to panic. How were you going to survive a twenty minute drive in the car with a man you hated? “It was Jake! He’s not my–my arch nemesis!”
Kara snorted, covering her mouth as she began to laugh. “Your arch nemesis… I can’t with you. Sound like a supervillain,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I’m being serious.”
“You’ll be fine, Y/N,” she waved her hand halfheartedly. “At least he’s hot.”
Your features screwed up into a scowl. It felt like all of your friends were setting you up for this. The two of you never got along; he always had some snarky comment any time you said anything, and the sound of his voice hit the wrong nerve with you. Something about him was just infuriating. But he was a staple in the Kiszkas’ lives, and so were you, so you tolerated each other. Josh, however, was always trying to get you to get along. This was another one of his plots, and you knew it. You were going to strangle him. 
“Oh, shit, I think he’s spotted us,” Kara said, eyes widening. She forced herself to look back towards the bartender, and sipped her drink aggressively. 
You took a deep breath and smoothed your hands over your face. This would definitely be interesting. It took everything in you not to turn around and watch him saunter over, that stupid cocky look playing on his features as he realized the rest of your night was in his hands. There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to make every second a living hell. 
“There you are, sweetheart,” came his voice from behind you. You resisted the urge to scream at the pretentious nickname.
You turned to face him, your face curled into the nastiest smile you could muster. “Daniel,” you said, feigning politeness. “Look who the cat dragged in.”
“Kicking and screaming,” he agreed, nodding his head. You eyed him for a second. His hair was pulled back messily, stray curls fanning his forehead and cheeks. He wore a black muscle tee and a pair of gray sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. He must’ve been in bed when Josh called him. 
“Where’s Josh?” you asked bluntly. Your two-second show of getting along was over. He was the last person you wanted to be face-to-face with right now. 
“Incapacitated,” said Danny. “You know how he loves a good Friday night drinking game.”
“And you weren’t playing?”
“Nope,” he continued, “I was all cozy in my bed, going to sleep early. Then Josh calls me to come rescue the princess, so here I am.” 
You rolled your eyes. With a huff, you decided not to push the subject any further. If you ignored him, maybe the next half hour would go by in a flash. Next time, you’d be calling your Mom before you called Josh to come pick you up. Unreliable little shit.
“Let’s get this shit over with,” you said under your breath.
Standing from the bar, you grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder. You shoved your phone inside, and said a quick goodbye to Kara. She smiled sweetly at the both of you as you left. Danny led you out into the warm night air, where his car was waiting. 
“Don’t look so miserable, sweetheart,” he said, a twinge of amusement in his voice.
“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, tone laced with venom. You had never met anyone with such a smackable demeanor, someone so hell-bent on pestering you until you broke. 
“What? Not happy to see me?”
You wrinkled your nose. Ducking into his car, you dropped your bag on the floor and kicked off your heels. In the back of your mind, you wished you drank a little more before you left. Danny’s presence was a wonderfully effective buzzkill. 
“Well, don’t get your panties in a twist. You don’t have to see me for too long,” he said, grinning.
“My panties are perfectly untwisted,” you said haughtily. “Can you just shut up for the next twenty minutes? It’d make my life a lot easier.”
He laughed. “I’m not here to make your life easier.”
“Believe me, I’ve noticed.”
You could feel the smugness radiating off of him as he pulled away from the bar. You wished you could hitch a ride with Kara, but you knew her boyfriend was picking her up and they would be nearly as insufferable as this car ride with Danny. It was quiet for a moment, but you knew he would be back to bugging you any minute now. You merely hoped you didn’t explode once it started. 
He reached between you, flicking the radio on to kill the silence between you. The station was set to something hard-rock. The drums and guitar blaring through the speakers were really starting to worsen the headache threatening to come on.
“Can you turn that off, please?” you asked, glaring at him.
“No, I like this song,” Danny said, reaching over to increase the volume.
Your face flushed with anger. 
“I have a headache, Daniel,” you said bitterly. “At least turn it down.”
But he was steadily cranking the volume up, up, up. The grin on his face was only widening. Your head pounded, both from the drinks and the immeasurable rage coursing through you. 
“What?” he shouted. “I can’t hear you!”
You half-groaned, half-screamed, and reached over to pull his hand away from the volume. You knew you looked like a crazy person, and you didn’t care. He laughed as you pushed his hand away from the radio. You muted it without a second thought. 
“My head is fucking pounding,” you hissed at him. “Asshole.”
“Oh I’m an asshole,” he added, chuckling. “That’s rich, coming from such a brat.”
You glanced over, and met his gaze briefly before he looked away. His eyes were dark, and slightly hooded with sleep. He really must’ve been sleeping.  Your heart thundered in your chest. If you weren’t so pissed off, you might have noticed the butterflies blooming in your stomach and spreading down between your legs. There was no way that Danny Wagner insulting you was turning you on. You ignored the feeling, twisting one leg over the other and flopping back against the seat. 
“You are an asshole,” you said.
“I am a perfectly nice guy.”
You snorted. “You’re fucking delusional.”
“You know it. You just don’t want to admit that you’re the instigator in this relationship,” Danny said.
“Instigator? Which one of us is constantly, intentionally, pissing the other one off?” You raised your eyebrows expectantly at him.
He grinned at you, shrugging. “Which one of us is constantly getting so worked up over absolutely nothing?”
“I’m going to ignore you, now,” you stated. You turned away from him, staring off into the distance as he drove you home. You couldn’t stand looking into those intense eyes any longer. Your thighs were clenched together so hard that they were beginning to shake. It was about time you got the hell out of this car, before shit got out of hand.
“Looks like I’m right,” he continued. “Poor little brat knows I’m right, huh?”
Brat… The word made you squirm in your seat, the brief throbbing in your core making you swallow hard. He was going to be the death of you, the gorgeous shithead sitting in the seat beside you. God, you hated how easily he could push your buttons in all the right ways. You hated to admit it, but underneath all of the outward animosity, there had always been some serious sexual tension. 
“I must be really getting under your skin, huh sweetheart?” 
There it was again, another one of his condescending nicknames. It felt wrong to say you were almost enjoying this. You squirmed slightly again, trying to avoid his attention. The sound of your pulse thundered in your ears. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he could tell. 
“I hate you,” you muttered. Your voice was hoarse, and so quiet it was barely audible between you. You were afraid if you spoke any louder that the shake in your voice would give it all away. 
“Doesn’t seem that way,” said Danny smugly. His car came to a stop at a redlight, and you turned to glance at him. He was looking at you, almost hungrily. He looked you up and down, shaking his head as the light finally turned green and he pulled off. “Can’t sit still over there, can you?”
“What are you talking about?” 
“Don’t act all clueless,” he chuckled. “I see you over there, squirming and writhing…” His eyes flicked down to your legs twisted together. Your skirt had ridden dangerously high up your thighs, almost enough so that your panties would be exposed shortly. 
“I am not,” you hissed, uncrossing your legs and pulling your skirt down. Your face flushed red, and you prayed he couldn’t see it in the dim light. 
“Are too,” his voice was tinged with amusement. “Bet that little pussy’s just throbbing when I call you brat.” 
His words sent a jolt up your spine, and you knew he could see your red face now. Your eyes widened like a deer in headlights. He laughed darkly at this.
“You know I’m right.”
You swallowed the planet-sized lump in your throat, trying to figure out how to breathe again. What the fuck were you supposed to say to that? 
“I– Danny, what–” You were lost for words. You couldn’t take your eyes off him as you rode the last two minutes to your house. He seemed to be completely focused on the road, not paying you any mind as you sat there in complete shock. What the fuck was going on?
The car came to a stop in your driveway with a jolt. There was a short pause, where the two of you just stared at each other for a moment. Then, without a word, Danny leaned his seat back, and you caught the hint.
You climbed across the center console and straddled him with all the ease of a professional. He leaned up and caught your lips in a heated kiss. It was hot, and messy– all lips and teeth gnashing and saliva everywhere. His hands had fallen to your ass, bunching your skirt up around your hips and kneading the fleshy skin. Your own were tangled in his curls, pulling more hair loose from his bun as you pushed him down against the seat.
“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he groaned against your mouth. One of his fingers teased along your panties as he squeezed your ass. There was barely any friction, but still you sighed heavily. 
“Fuck,” you hissed as he dragged the finger up and down the fabric again, teasing you through your underwear. You ground your hips down against him, trying to get some kind of relief. 
“What got you this wet for me, sweetheart? Hmm?” His lips traveled down your neck, sucking the skin hard as he left bruises behind. You rutted your hips against him again, desperately as he continued teasing you. “This sweet little pussy loves it when I call you my brat, huh?”
His deep, silky voice sent a jolt through your body. You needed him so bad. To touch you, to taste you, to fuck you. Anything at this point. You couldn’t take the sound of him teasing you anymore. You needed him to destroy you.
“Fuck, Danny, stop teasing me, please,” you hissed through clenched teeth. Two of his long fingers swept past your panties and swirled against your soaking wet core. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the feeling of it. 
“Teasing you is the best part,” he said breathily. His lips skirted across your collarbones, nipping harshly at the skin. You were going to be fifty shades of purple come the morning, but you didn’t care. You wanted his mouth–his teeth– on you, everywhere. 
You grunted, swirling your clothed center against his bulge and fingers again. It was almost pure bliss, having two of his fingers prodding your entrance and his clothed bulge dragging against your clit. You knew you could cum like this, but you wanted him, all of him desperately. 
His fingers finally pushed into your soaked cunt, and you moaned loudly. Your face flushed with embarrassment; it had been so long since you’d been fucked properly. The desperation in your movements made you feel something like a virgin again. You didn’t have time to worry about what Danny would think– his free hand had snaked up your body to wrap around your throat.
You gasped, throwing your head back as his fingers sank into you to the base. 
“You like that? You like my fingers stretching that little cunt open?”
You nodded, clenching around him as he slowly began to thrust them in and out of you. He curled them slightly, the pads of his fingers grazing your sweet spot deliciously.
“Use your words, brat.”
“Y–yes, Danny, I–” a moan broke through as he curled his fingers more harshly, driving them into your g-spot. “Fuck, I love it.”
“Oh, you love it?” he asked, his voice amused. “C’mon, ride my fingers, then.”
You obeyed instantly, lifting yourself up and rolling your hips against his fingers. Your entire body seized as his fingers hit that spot over and over again. Your eyes were screwed shut, bottom lip tugged between your teeth as he held you up by the throat and let you fuck yourself on his fingers. Pleasure coursed through your veins; you were sure he was the best lay of your life, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Stars bloomed in your vision, and your legs began to tremble.
He breathed sharply as your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. “Feels so good, doesn’t it sweetheart? You’re so close to cumming all over my hand, aren’t you? Yeah, that tight little pussy’s gonna cream all over my fingers, isn’t it?”
You whimpered at his words. You forced your eyes open and glanced down at him, and you nearly came at the sight. His lips were raw and swollen from his assault on your neck; sweat glistened on his forehead and cheeks, his curls plastered to the skin as he watched you with black eyes. His expression dripped with pure filth– no one had ever looked at you this way. You leaned down into him, pressing your open mouth against his. You breathed his air, tasting his breath and sucking it into your lungs as if it were your own lifeforce. Your tongue darted into his mouth; you throbbed at the wet, lewd sounds emerging from the two of your mouths together. It was disgusting, and you were loving every second of it. 
Chest heaving, you began to grind yourself down onto his digits, hard. You vision began to go black.
“Danny, oh my god, Danny,” you breathed, rocking against him. “I’m gonna cum, fuck me, I can’t hold on…” You were practically screaming, hoping that his car was muffling the sound of your shrill moans from the outside world.
“No, no, not yet, sweetheart…”
Your heart dropped as he dropped his hand from your throat, and grabbed you around the waist. You gasped as he pulled his soaked fingers out of you, your cunt clenching around nothing as he laughed darkly. 
“Danny, what the fuck–”
He grinned. “Relax, Y/N,” he said, amused. 
“But I was so fucking close,” you groaned, squirming above him as he watched you. Without saying anything, he brought his slick fingers up to your mouth and held them in front of you. You stared at him for a second, before he reached his other hand up and tapped you on the chin with his thumb. Opening your mouth, you allowed him to insert his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself. He groaned at the sight; you felt his cock twitch underneath you, straining against his sweatpants. You rolled your hips against him, and he bit down on his lip with a grunt.
“You’re gonna cum all over my cock, okay? Gonna be my good girl and ride me,” he said, watching as you nodded, bobbing your lips over his fingers. You swirled your tongue around his digits hungrily, your eyes widening as you watched him pull down the waistband of his pants. His cock slapped against his abdomen. You knew from feeling it that it was bigger than average, but you never would have expected this from Danny Wagner.
“Fuck, where have you been hiding that thing?” you muttered, incredulous. 
Danny laughed, taking his saliva soaked hand and wrapping it around his shaft. The tip was slightly purple, leaking shining clear precum. He spread your spit and juices over himself, groaning thickly. 
“Let me,” you replaced his hand with your own, swiping your thumb over the tip. He grunted, closing his eyes and leaning back against the seat. You leaned forward, letting a string of saliva drip from your mouth down to his cock. You bobbed your fist up and down over him, feeling his thighs twitch as you teased him.
“Enough,” he groaned thickly, his voice deep with arousal as he reached forward to grab your wrist. “Sit on it. Now.” He commanded.
“Yes, sir,” you said snarkily, lifting yourself up and positioning your hole over the tip. You dragged the tip through your folds for a moment, soaking it in your arousal. The two of you moaned in unison, and a deep breathy groan spilled from his lips as you finally sank down onto him.
You squeezed your eyes shut at the stretch of his cock; it felt as if you were being split in half in the best way possible. 
“Holy fuck,” you panted, rolling your hips slowly against him. You didn’t know how you were going to take him for very long. Your legs trembled on either side of his, and you could barely lift yourself above him.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Danny grasped your chin as you stared down at him. “Need some help, baby? Need help riding my big cock?”
You nodded, “Yes, please. I can take it, please.” One of your hands wrapped around his wrist, and the other grasped his shoulder. Your nails dug into his skin as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He lifted you off of him a bit, and began to drill into you from beneath you.
You pressed your forehead against his, your mouth open in a silent scream. You couldn’t think as he set a relentless pace, barrelling into your swollen hole without abandon. Your thighs quivered and began to shake; if it weren’t for him holding you up, you would have collapsed on top of him. He was so deep, abusing your pussy as tears of sheer pleasure clouded your vision. 
You felt his hips stutter beneath you, and you moved your hand from his shoulder, to his throat. “Don’t fucking stop,” you moaned, your voice cracking. “If you stop, I’ll kill you.”
He laughed throatily, his breath fanning over your face. “Oh, if I had the willpower to torture you with my cock right now, I promise you I would, sweetheart. But I’ve gotta cum in this pussy, now.”
Tears swept down your cheeks as he maintained his rhythm. Sweat poured down your face, and mingled with the dampness of your tears. You squeezed your eyes closed, your entire body shaking as you approached your release. 
"Poor little pitiful thing..." he muttered. "I love seeing you cry over my cock. Feels good, huh baby? Splitting you open like that..."
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, I’m cumming, Danny– Oh, motherfuck–” Your voice was cut off by the heaving breaths breaking from your throat. Your cunt tightened around Danny’s thick length, squeezing deliciously as he fucked you straight through your orgasm. Your entire mind was blank, your vision cloudy as you slumped against him. But he wasn’t done with you; his pace was more relentless than ever as he chased his own high. You used the last of your energy to meet his thrusting, pushing him closer to the edge.
“Almost there,” he whispered, his features twisted in focus as you fucked down onto him. You rocked your hips, swirling around on his cock. His mouth fell open, and his features screwed up in pleasure. A strangled moan fell from his lips, and you felt his hot cum shooting inside of you, staining your walls. He came with a deep groan of your name, and you throbbed around him. 
You whimpered at the feeling of him pulling out of you, his strong arms still holding you above him. Gently, he released your waist, and you slumped down onto his chest. The two of you were covered in sweat, sticky and smelling distinctly of arousal. Around you, the windows of his car had fogged up enough that you could barely see out of them.
“You okay?” Danny asked quietly as you rolled back into your own seat, pressing your back against the door. You were still panting, your skirt hitched up around your hips. Your panties had been ripped to shreds in the process, threads dangling from your thighs. Absent-mindedly, you struggled to remove them.
“I’m good,” you nodded, taking a deep breath as you tried your best to fix your appearance. 
“Didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said, sounding almost sorry.
“It was a good cry.” A laugh fell from your lips, and you were glad to see him smile. A real smile this time. Not the shit-eating grin you were used to. 
“Want me to walk you up?” He nodded towards the door to your house, slowly becoming visible through the fogged up windows. 
You nodded. “Sure,” you said. “Think I might need you to carry me after that.”
“I can manage that. If you can do me one favor in the morning…”
“And what would that be?”
“Tell Josh I said thanks for calling me,” he said cheekily.
“Oh, shut up,” you reached over and smacked him on the chest, then shook your head as he ducked out of the car. What were you going to do with him?
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mixedupmelody · 1 year
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tough guy.
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notes: someone needs to seriously make an effort to bruise these guys' ego a little. the t-birds in GENERAL need to come with a warning sign saying "Will Not Show Affection in Public".
contains: danny zuko x gender neutral reader , kenickie murdoch x female reader
characters: danny zuko, kenickie murdoch, t-birds and pink ladies (briefly mentioned)
warnings: swearing, suggestive themes and dialouge
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. ☁️ .
꒰ danny. ꒱
“ 'S cool with me, baby. ” Danny holds a hand around your waist, taking care not to look into your eyes. God, he could stare at them for hours. He'd live a happy life if all he ever saw was those eyes. But he can't look at you. Not now. The T-Birds stare at him, almost as if they were waiting on their leader to slip up and say something cheesy. “ I'll see you after school, beautiful. ”
You press a quick kiss to his lips, before walking off to your next class. You knew his status meant something to him, and weren't trying to put him in an annoying spot with his friends. Danny's shoulders relax as you walk off, eyes trailing after you as if he could keep you next to him with his mind.
Danny is the leader of the T-Birds, so he's held to a somewhat higher standard than the rest of the guys. Out of all of them, he's suppossed to be the most macho, the most hard-headed, and the most gutsy member all into one. In between all the turf wars and fights at school, he's the face of their gang that let's everyone know he means business.
And then you came along. You managed to break through his tough exterior and unlock a sweeter, more sensitive side of him. He couldn't help but feel like a total melvin each time he dressed up nice to bring you flowers, or when he put his best efforts into not getting fresh with you when you invited him to your place to study after school.
To him, it's all worth it. Just seeing that smile on your face is enough to keep him going through the exhaustion he feels trying to keep his pure, romantic advancements under wraps.
꒰ kenickie. ꒱
Kenickie's hand reaches dangerously close to your ass as you sit with him at The Frosty Palace. As the T-Birds and Pink Ladies chat at their shared booth, Kenickie made sure to show off that he was a certified ladies man. And what better way to show that than messing around with his girl while they ate?
“ If these jokers keep this shitty conversation up, i'll just have to take ya' home for some real fun. ” You could tell he was practically working overtime tonight. With all those notes you left in his lunch, you were more than sure he was trying to make up the jokes he was subjected to. It's not that he really cared what the guys would think, they knew he would knock them out before they had the chance to flap their gums for too long, but it was a matter of dignity!
Kenickie Murdouch would rather die than let the guys think he's gone soft. He's a rockin', smooth talkin' rebel who's all bark. At least, until he started going steady with you. He feels all mixed up, wanting to treat you nice while also having to be on the look out for the other T-Birds.
God forbid you ever give him a tender kiss in front of his friends at school, or make him quiet a quick "i love you too" when you part ways in the halls. The guys will rip on him for as long as Kenickie will take it, making obnoxious kissing noises and jokingly threaten to take his second-in-command spot.
If they push him too far, he'll switch right back into greaser mode, and threaten to knock the living daylights out of them. They shut up quickly after that.
There's been at least one instance where you and Kenickie were on a date at The Frosty Palace, sharing a milkshake. As you two are talking, he laughs, slamming his hand on the table, and the milkshake splashes on the tip of his nose. When you go to clean his face for him, the other T-Birds barge in through those glass doors. It almost feels unreal how accurate their timing is. You hear a chorus of "oooo!"s as you clean his face, trying your best to calm your boyfriend down before he loses his cool.
You don't see his walls go down often, even when you're by yourselves. Give him time.
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onichangiri · 10 months
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i want more danny (evil dead rise) x reader ༼ಢ_ಢ༽
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oleander-nin · 6 months
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Horrortober Day 10- Collar(Yandere Mud Dogs x Reader)
A/N, not important: Watch this be the longest thing I post. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
-Ollie
CW: Kidnapping, dehumanization, collar, blood, picking at the skin, forced name change(?), mention of being sold, gag, restraints, yandere themes, dark themes
Words: 4342
Summary: Mickey ran his mouth and now the Mud Dogs have to deal with Big Mama knowing about you.
The ropes around your arms burn, making it uncomfortable for you to sleep. The position you were forced in was awful, your arms tied together in front of you from your elbows to your wrists, and your legs strung from your knees down. The gag in your mouth hurts your jaw, your tongue stale and dry from having the rubber holding your mouth open for so long. Your eyes lazily scan the ceiling, not bothering to struggle.
The skin on your arms was already rubbed completely raw, no need to add to your own pain and suffering. You do your best to roll your shoulders, twisting your waist until your back cracks with a loud, satisfying pop. How long has it been since they left? One hour? Three? You shake your head, unable to fully tell. Your dazed mind had lulled you into a fitful sleep moments after they left you alone, the safest you’d felt since they first took you.
They cited a meeting for their reason to leave you unattended, apologizing despite how clearly ecstatic you were at the notion. You hadn’t realized it would come with the price of chaffed arms and sore joints. Maybe that was what they were apologizing for, you muse to yourself despite knowing they wouldn’t care about such a thing. Your arms especially hurt, the perpetual hold of the rope feeling as if your arms would pop clean out of your sockets if you move.
You hear the lock of their base click, the sound echoing through the silent warehouse. Their voices quickly take over the silence however, Leonard clearly scolding Mickey over something that had gone down. It’s clear they’re trying to be quiet, their voices slightly hushed while Leonard drones on and on, Mickey snapping back every so often. The only one you didn’t hear much was Danny, but you knew he was there. He always is.
You shift your body to the best of your ability as their hushed voices grow near, your ears perking at the sounds. They never tell you anything, so eavesdropping became the only way you could get information from them. It had only taken you three times of being caught before you figured out how to do it the most inconspicuously. You close your eyes and calm your breathing, letting your heart settle so it wasn’t hammering in your ears. Their voices become more clear as they walk closer. Mickey was never truly able to keep his voice down for long.
“It’s not my fault. She asked and I answered.” Mickey growls, the clatter of the trio in the kitchen sounding through. A low murmur of Leonard's voice comes through, his voice too muffled to understand.
It’s quiet for a second, their voices depleting and being taken over by the clinking of plates and dishes. You wait for the voices to pick up again, your heart rate spiking slightly. You wanted to know what wasn’t Mickey’s fault. You wanted to know how she was, and what she asked. You wanted to know. You needed to know. You were tired of being in the dark, of not knowing what was going on until you were thrust into the thick of it.
“Leonard’s right, Mickey. There was no reason to tell her about Pumpkin.”
Danny’s voice sounds above the ambient sounds of the kitchen, the words clarifying only slightly. Mickey told someone about you, someone Leonard doesn’t want to know. Which… doesn't narrow it down much. You grumble under your breath, annoyed. You wished you knew what was happening.
They continue to talk in low voices, too quiet for you to pick up properly. Anything you could was mostly just Mickey whining about it not being his fault. You shift in the bed, sighing. Maybe they will tell you this time. You just have to ask nicely.
The door opens and your three captors walk in, a small tray of food being balanced in Leonard’s hands. Danny walks closer, pulling you into a sitting position and moving your hands down. You hiss slightly, your shoulders protesting the movement. Having them tied for so long was starting to take a larger toll on your joints. Even if they untied them, moving them would hurt for a while.
“We got you food. I’m sorry it’s been so long, but we got busy.” Leonard says softly, keeping his voice low as if he were talking to an infant. You lean away from Danny’s hold, hitting the squishy body of Mickey instead. You grimace, quickly moving back into the middle of the two and trying to stay as far away from each of them as you could in hopes to escape their imprisoning arms.
Leonard sets the tray down on a stool by the bed, reaching over to take the gag off of your mouth. His hands land on your cheeks, his eyes meeting yours for a second, the look in his eyes hinting his hesitancy to remove the insulting item.
“Don’t bite, and don’t yell.” He warns, the threat heavy in his tone. He waits for you to nod before sliding the gag off your face, setting it down on the tray that held the food. He grabs the bowl of oatmeal they had made for you, taking a spoonful and holding it to your lips. He waits patiently for you to open your mouth, as if he has all the time in the world. Mickey nudges your arm, grinning slyly at you.
“You should really eat, Pumpkin.” He says, moving his chin to rest on your shoulder. You try to shift away but he wraps his arms around your middle, his eyes flashing with a dangerous edge. You awkwardly settle down, letting him lean on you as he was.
“My name’s not Pumpkin.” You grumble under your breath, despising the literal pet name with your entire being. They decided to rename you when taking you in, trying to assimilate you into their world more. You thought it was a stupid name, one more fitting of a dog than a human. Although, you doubted they saw you as such. The way they treated you, the way you acted. You were more a child, or even a glorified pet to them. You never knew you would’ve missed free will so much.
Danny tsks at your renouncing of the name, his face curling into a sneer. He was the one to pick out ‘Pumpkin’ as your new name, and was always the one who got the most upset when you protested it.
“Just eat your dinner, Pumpkin. We need to go somewhere again soon, so we don’t have time to waste.”
You keep your face schooled into a neutral look, trying to not seem interested in his words. He wouldn’t tell you anything if he thought you might try and use it to your advantage. Whatever that means.
Leonard sticks the spoon in front of your face again, his eyebrows furrowing slightly while he waits for you to bite. He sighs, setting the bowl down but still holding the spoon.
“I don’t want to force you, Pumpkin.” He coos, his voice dangerously smooth. You know what happens next, what happens when Leonard gets impatient while you’re eating. You shudder at the memories of him prying your mouth open and shoving food down your throat until you felt sick. You open your mouth and take a bite. Leonard smiles and nods in approval, grabbing the bowl again and continuing to feed you.
You all sit in silence for a while, Leonard feeding you slowly while Mickey and Danny sit beside you lazily. Almost all of Mickey’s weight was on you, his eyes half lidded while they flickered around the small room. Fit with only a stool and a small twin sized bed, it was never meant to be comfortable. The longest you’ve stayed in here was two days, and that was when you first tried to escape. Even Mickey couldn’t argue against locking you away.
Leonard’s voice pulls you out of memory lane, your mouth full of now lukewarm oatmeal as he waits for you to take the next bite. “We’re taking you out tonight.”
The sudden news surprises you, your eyes meeting his own in confusion. You swallow the food in your mouth, opening it to ask a question, but he shoves the spoon down your throat before you can say a single word.
“I know you’re still getting used to us and all, but Mickey decided to run his mouth and now we’re in a bit of a bind.” Leonard explains, ignoring the way Mickey glares at him for the slight. “You’re going to be meeting someone very important, and you’ll need to be on your best behavior.”
You roll your eyes as you take the last bite, chewing the mush before swallowing. You doubted what Leonard was saying was as important as he made it, but it still peaked your interest. You hadn’t been outside in so long, even being shown off in a sense might be worth the trip.
Danny reaches over to your arms while Leonard kneels in front of you, both yōkai quickly undoing the ties around you. As the ropes loosen and fall off, you stretch your muscles, almost trying in relief as you hear your joints click and pop back into place.
Mickey grimaces at the noise, his face scrunched up in disgust. You don’t bother to grace him with your gaze merely staring straight at Leonard as he picks up the gag once more. You try to lean back when he moves closer, but Danny’s hand firmly presses itself into your back, stopping you from moving too far.
Leonard fixes the gag in your mouth once more, smiling down at you like he wasn’t humiliating you. He stands up and ruffles your hair, nodding to the other two. You clench your teeth down on the rubber stick in your mouth, the cylindrical shape reminding you of a horse's bit. No matter how hard you bit it or pushed on it with your tongue, it wouldn't come off. You reach up your newly freed hands, trying to claw at it in hopes you’d be free. You were tired of the ache in your jaw.
"Stop messing with it." Leonard chides, pulling you off the bed. The other members of the group follow, each standing and making their way towards the door. Danny stops for a moment and stares down at you past his snout, his nose twitching while he looks you up and down.
"Should we change them?" Danny asks, clearly wanting to but not wanting to make it any more obvious. Mickey snorts, pushing past the Rat and moving towards you.
"They look fine, Danny. Big Mama won't care much what they're wearing." He says, wrapping himself around you. Danny rolls his eyes, grumbling as he kicks the ground.
"I care."
"We know you do." Leonard says, clapping him on the shoulder. He shakes his head at his partner in crime, shaking him slightly. "However, we don't have enough time to change them. Big Mama is going to be mad if we’re late again. You can always give them your present now, though."
Danny lights up at the suggestion, rushing out of the room. Leonard turns to you, his eyes narrowing at your hands clawing at your gag. "Behave. Big Mama is important. Sit still and be quiet, and just do everything we say."
Your hands drop to your sides as you huff, Leonard nodding in approval before turning to talk lowly to Mickey. Danny returns a moment later, an object hidden behind his back. You try to take a step back, nervous for what he was about to present you, but he grabs you by the arm and yanks you forward.
“Stay still Pumpkin.” Danny says, glee shining in his tone. You didn’t know what he was doing, but it seemed like something he was looking forward to. You grimace. If it excited him, it was most likely bad for you.
Danny pulls out a small black collar from behind his back, the bell on the front tinkling and rattling as it moves. Your face drops at the sight, unable to fight back from the shock of being collared. He takes no notice of your horrified expression, quickly fitting the collar around your neck. It clips on and a familiar surge of energy rushes through you, whatever spell entwined with the fibers of the collar activating once it was set on your neck. Your hands go up to grasp at the fabric, hoping to be able to pull it off. You stare at the ground in horror, your fingers unable to even pull at the smooth material. There was no indication of where your skin ended and the collar began, only a small bump and the feeling of a smooth material alerting your brain to the alteration. It was as if he had fused it with your skin. The cool metal of the tags and bell felt like they were burning your skin. You wanted it off.
Danny looks down, his finger flicking the bell and making it jingle. Mickey grins moving over to you and flopping his body over your back and leaning over your shoulder. “Do you like it?”
You don’t answer the eel, too mortified to speak. Danny grins, still admiring the accessory he had more or less glued to your neck.
“Sorry it’s not too pretty, but Leonard didn’t want you to have anything too… Flashy. You’ll be wearing this every time you go out at the least, and to our preference at home. Now,” Danny looks back at Leonard, nodding. “Anything else? Or should we leave?”
Leonard nods towards the door and the other two follow, no one paying attention to your face that was drained of color or shaky limbs. The bell rattles with every step, the quiet jingle sounding more like gunshots to your ears. You briefly wonder how they were bringing you, considering you were human and they were criminals. They’d filled your head full of the stories of how the yōkai hated humans, and while you were skeptical of some of the specifics, you really didn’t want to chance it if they were right.
“She’s sending a car, right?” Mickey mutters, his eyes flickering back and forth. Leonard nods, and your question was indirectly answered. You reach the door of the hideout, your hope raising for a small moment. It had been so long since you had been outside, since you had seen anything other than the four walls of their lair. The thought of bolting enters your mind, but only for a moment. Pushing any limits right now would be a bad idea, especially with how tense the three looked.
Leonard wraps his hand around your bicep, keeping you close and tightening his grip every time you try to pull back. He opens the door, keeping you in front of him while Mickey and Danny both stick to your left. A small limo sits in front of the area, a pig yōkai staring at the four of you. Danny nods at him, the pig opening the car doors and allowing you in.
Leonard has you move inside and sits next to you, not letting you go until Mickey and Danny were both seated as well. The eel and rat sat across from you, the seats laid out in rows of two, facing each other. You felt small, like every movement was being scrutinized by the two in front of you. Leonard leans back in the seat, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Mickey’s eyes are locked on you, the nubs he has for hands curled like a fist in his lap.
You shift in your seat, none of the Mud Dogs speaking and letting the silence rest over the car. Mickey looks out the window while Danny stares down at his lap, tapping away on the phone he had out. Your hand finds its way to the new offending piece that was situated on your neck, your nails scratching at the bump that signaled the start of the collar. You hadn’t noticed how deep you were scratching, your mind focused on extracting the offending object from your skin. It wasn’t until you hear Danny curse loudly that you realize there’s a small amount of blood coating your fingertips.
Leonard quickly snatches your wrists, pulling your arms away from your neck and stopping you from worsening the wound. Mickey stares at your neck in slight horror, his fishy lips gaped as he stares at you.
“What are you doing?” Danny hisses, reaching over to you and taking your chin. You hiss in pain when he tilts your face up to look at the wound, his eyes narrowed.
“Why did they…?” Mickey starts to question, his eyes narrowed at the marks on your neck. You try to speak, but the gag muffles you and you feel drool roll down your cheek instead of the words falling from your lips.
“Because Pumpkin’s an idiot.” Danny hisses, taking a handkerchief from the pocket of his flashy suit. You don’t try and make a face at the name this time, leaving it be. You didn’t want to push them any further while they carried that look in their eyes. Leonard stays quiet while Danny wipes the blood from your neck, his eyes dark and grip painfully tight on your wrists. You stop struggling as Mickey also moves forward, the trio crowding around you with concern and anger mixing dangerously in the air. You shift uncomfortably, your jaw aching at the need to speak, or to even shut your mouth.
Danny leans back, the corner of his handkerchief now pink with your blood. He shoves it in his pocket, eyeing your neck. He looks at Leonard and Mickey, sighing deeply. “That’ll have to do until we get home. I don’t have any bandages or disinfectant.”
Mickey nods, staring at your neck in interest. His eyes drop to your fingers, Leonard’s hand still encasing both of your hands. The blood had dried and stained your fingers a soft red, but the blood blended into your skin too much for it to be a noticeable worry.
Leonard yanks you forward as Danny and Mickey return to their seats, everyone’s eyes now on you. Leonard stares at your hands, the pads of his fingers running over your nails. He grumbles in annoyance, turning to Danny.
“Do you still have those gloves?”
Danny nods and pulls out a pair of black cloth gloves, one you usually saw him wearing after they came home from  a heist. Leonard takes the gloves and slips them over your hands without much protest from you. You didn’t want to rock the sinking ship more than you already had. Leonard pulls them as far down as he can so they’re snug on your hands before tightening the pull string at the bottom. He lets go of one hand, but keeps the other, his grip tight on your wrist. You gulp, slumping in your seat as you fight the urge to claw at the collar once more.
The rest of the trip is silent, no one daring to say a word.
You lean your head on the window of the limo as it pulls up to the entrance of the hotel, Leonard ushering you out and towards the door. All three were still tense, but no longer looked like they would bite your head off the moment you spoke. Walking up to the entrance, the doors open as soon as you reach the top step. There were two yōkai standing at the doors, both wearing purple uniforms with brass buttons. You stare at them in fascination for a moment, neither looking down at you as they continue to face forward with their backs straight and heads high. They remind you of royal guards for a queen, more for show than anything.
Leonard tugs you through, Danny walking a half step behind as Mickey grabs your other hand. The moment the eel has you, Leonard let's go, the responsibility of holding you being successfully transferred. The trio lead you into an elevator, another yōkai in the corner to press the buttons for the rider. Danny tells the operator something you didn’t catch, and he presses the corresponding button to wherever you were heading. You subconsciously lift your free hand up to your neck again, playing with the bell hanging from it instead of trying to attack your skin. You can see Leonard eyeing you, but he says nothing to your fiddling.
You stare at the scale of the moving numbers at the top of the elevator, watching them go up in mild disinterest. You could feel the anxiety rolling around in your stomach and flooding your veins, making every small movement of the elevator feel like an earthquake.
The elevator opens and you exit, Mickey dragging you happily to meet whoever or whatever it was that they took you here for. Your eyes move to the desk in the middle of the room, a small woman sitting at it. She stands up as the trio brings you in further, your eyes widening at the sight of her.
She was so… Human. Sure, her skin was a bit of an odd color(too purple to be normal, but maybe it was the lighting), and her teeth seemed just a wee bit too sharp, but other than that? Human. Completely and safely human. Your worries melt away despite the aura of danger drifting from the woman as she walks nearer, her humanness easing every bit of panic you had. She closes the distance and looks at you, adjusting the thin blue glasses on her face with a small smile.
“Oh my, look at this little doll.” The woman says, taking your chin and moving it back and forth as she scans your face. Your eyes are drawn to hers, the cool lilac of her iris’s burning into your mind. Was she wearing colored contacts? Her appearance and clothing showed her to be a woman of high authority, and she seemed to be the boss, or main leader, of your captors. It was an odd choice for someone of her ranking, but not one you could fault. The lilac eyes looked beautiful on her.
The woman leans back, her hand forcing your face to follow. She cups your face with both hands and smiles down at you, her eyes swimming with a false security. “Wherever did you find this one, dears?”
Leonard grins, his chest puffing out as he answers the strange woman. “I found them near one of the entrances to the city a couple months ago. I couldn’t just leave them alone and lost, so I took them home.”
A small smirk is held on her face as she continues to examine you, squishing your cheeks and lifting your lips to check your teeth and gums. You nip at her fingers for the intrusion, narrowing your eyes in warning. It was the first sign of aggression you had shown to the woman thus far. She merely smiles, cooing down at you.
“It truly is a marvelous example of a human. Quite scrumptious, if I do say so myself.” She finally drops your chin, moving over to her desk and toying with a pen on the surface. Her wording confused and worried you, bringing back the earlier unease with full force. She was speaking as if she wasn’t human herself, and it worried you to no end. “How much do you want for them? I do need more humans for the nexus entertainment, and I’m not quite sure you three would take good care of one like this.”
Leonard stiffens and I rub at my chin, the smooth texture of the gloves easing the ache in my jaw. Danny snarls, grabbing me and tugging me back. My eyes widen in surprise at the sudden pull, my hands flailing for a moment as I lose my balance.
“Pumpkin is *not* for sale.” He hisses, both Mickey and Leonard joining him in a tense stance. Danny shoves you behind him, not caring for your indignant cries. You can barely see Big Mama from behind the three, their bodies blocking you from sight almost completely.
Big Mama sighs, her voice clouded in fake dejection. You highly doubted the woman even cared. “Very well. Now, I do hope you bring them along another time then. But I am a very busy woman, and my schedule is oh so scrumdiddly packed. You boys should be on your way.”
The Mud Dogs take the sendoff at face value and tug you back, quickly going through the hotel and back down to the car. You’re shoved into your seat once more, and you’re hit with the regret of not trying to hightail it the moment you stepped outside. The car moves and you watch the window. There was still one more chance.
When the car pulls to a stop in front of the Mud Dog’s base, you tense. You go through the plan in your head, trying to memorize each step and each reaction you may need to take in case something goes wrong. Leonard pulls you out, and in the transition of Mickey and Danny leaving, you knee the ogre yōkai in the stomach. His grip goes lax as he doubles over, a wheezing cough ripped from his lungs.
You yank your arm away from him and dash down the street, your arms pumping wildly as you run. You didn’t notice how mast Mickey was until he caught you, volts of electricity buzzing through your veins and tensing your muscles. You collapse into the eels arms, your eyes heavy and body spasming. With your brain so fried, It wasn’t until you saw the others' eyes that you knew just how badly you messed up.
They drag you into the hideout, not one of them caring about your muffled screams.
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Saccharine
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Daniel x Fem OC
Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (m receiving) penetrative sex, teasing, use of 'daddy' / daddy kink, Fluff and other cute things as well.
Word Count: 4.4k (4444 to be exact 🤭)
Author's Note: Couldn't get this idea out of my brain after I made that Valentine's Day post! Just thought it would be a little too cute.
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Saccharine (adjective): 1. excessively sweet or sentimental.
Daniel POV
“Please, Daniel, just tell me where we’re going.” She huffs as she crosses her arms. “You know how I do with surprises.” 
“We both know that’s a lie, Melody. We’re almost there anyways.” I laugh as I squeeze her thigh. 
It doesn’t take us long before we’re pulling into her surprise. I catch her constantly looking up recipes and watching videos of bakers online. I’m so excited that I’ve nailed this Valentine’s Day date that it feels like I’m having heart palpitations when I reach Melody's door. I can’t wait to see my girl’s face when she figures out what we’re doing. 
“Are you okay?” I snap back to reality quickly to her looking at me with a concerned look. I can’t help but laugh and press a quick kiss to her forehead before holding out my hand to help her out of the car. 
“Just excited for our date, Ducky.” 
“I’d be more excited if you’d tell me what we’re doing.” The sentence comes out through her gritted teeth. 
“Haven’t you learned just to trust me?” I open the door and place my hand on the small of her back to guide her through. As soon as the sweet, sweet smell of baked goods hits our noses, she halts to a complete stop. “Something wrong?” 
“Are we where I think we are?” Her hazel eyes light up in anticipation as she pulls my hand. 
“You’ll just have to see.” I pop my shoulders but can’t help the smile that starts to appear on my face. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late.” 
We continued down a long brick hallway until we reached a door with delicate cursive on the glass. I watch Melody’s high ponytail of curls tilt to the side as she starts to piece together where we are. I let my eyes travel down my girl. Her soft red dress hit mid-thigh, and as soon as she came out of the bedroom this morning, I had to fight the urge to tell her we were staying home. Paired with her green denim jacket and short Doc Martens, my dream girl looks every bit of the dream that she is. She turns and catches me checking her out; I don’t make any attempt to hide it. 
“Mr. Wagner. This is no place to check out my ass when there are sweets on the other side of this door. Rosemary’s Confectionery? Seriously?” Melody’s arms wrap around my waist and squeeze tight; an involuntary groan escapes my lips as I wrap mine around her shoulders. “Her cinnamon rolls are my favorite. I’ve been trying to figure out the recipe for years. Daniel.” 
I simply stick two fingers under her chin and press my lips to hers, enjoying her speechless moment. I turn her back to face the door, reaching around her to knock on the door. It doesn’t take long for a small older woman to answer the door. 
“Mrs. Lennox, thank you for taking the time today-“ I begin before she quickly cuts me off with a wave. 
“I told you on the phone, Daniel, call me Rosemary. I insist.” I watch her smile at my girl. “You, my beautiful dear, must be Melody. I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Daniel. I hope you don’t mind me saying I’m quite excited for this afternoon; it’s been some time since I’ve taught a class. I hope I’m not too rusty.” 
“Thank you for having us today, Rosemary.” I watch as Melody takes Rosemary’s hands in hers. The women have a quiet moment before Melody continues. “You make some of mine and our daughter’s favorite sweets. I’m excited for this afternoon, too; anything you teach us will be perfect.” 
Our daughter.  My heart stops every time I hear that phrase used regarding her ours. 
“Then there’s no time to waste, sweetheart!” Rosemary takes Melody by the hand, leading her further inside her studio. “Tell me more about your girl.”
This room is more significant than I thought, with its brick walls and tall windows, but Rosemary looks right at home. She walks over to a wall lined with different-sized aprons and finds my girl a soft green one that matches her outfit. I watch her excitedly throw it over her head, quick to get her curls out from under the neck strap. It wasn’t long before I saw Melody walking back towards me with a darker green apron. 
“Matches your eyes.” She says as she pops up on her toes to kiss me on the chin. I wasted no time swinging it over my head and turning to let her tie it for me. Once fully secured, I turn back to reach my hand to Mel’s cheek and place a soft kiss on her forehead. 
“Well, aren’t you two just perfection.” Rosemary's voice almost startled me, forgetting where we were momentarily. 
“It’s all my girl, Rosemary. I’m just lucky enough to be here.” I wink at Rosemary, but my eyes never leave my girl. 
“Let’s get started. We can talk while the dough proofs.” 
I thought this would be me sitting back, watching Melody and Rosemary buzz around her kitchen, but it didn’t take long for me to realize I was wrong. Very, very wrong. 
“Daniel, make sure all of those raspberries are smushed to bits. We need them to be very spreadable, dear.” Rosemary calls out from where she and Melody have been working on our dough. She didn’t even turn to look at me to know I had slowly stopped, distracted by a particular someone’s round ass and short dress. I try to focus back on the half-smashed berries before me, curious how a dessert cinnamon roll would even work. Is it even called a cinnamon roll if there’s no cinnamon inside? 
“Hey, Rosemary,” I call out, watching both women turn to me. Instantly, I regret what I’m about to say and feel stupid, but I can’t help it now. “Do you still call the raspberry cinnamon roll a cinnamon roll?” As I finished my question, my head naturally lolled to the side, and Melody’s laugh rang out through the air.
“No, dear, I don’t call them cinnamon rolls. I lovingly refer to them as raspberry rolls since they have raspberries.” My cheeks get hot as Rosemary finishes her explanation, seemingly taking extra time to really dumb it down for me. 
“That definitely makes sense.” My hand goes to my head as I involuntarily pull at my hair. 
“Any other questions, Daniel?” Melody’s tone is sarcastic and teasing; I expect nothing less. Since I’m already on a roll, I continue. 
“If I have your undivided attention. Are cinnamon rolls technically considered a dessert? If so, why do we eat them at breakfast?” 
Melody turns her entire body to Rosemary. “This is why he’s good with Iris. They ask the same questions.” Her sentence ends with a laugh. “I promise we can trust him with knives; we’ve already been over that safety course.” They both laugh at that and turn back to the dough, ignoring my questions. Fair.
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The small workspace is filled with the smell of warm, fruity baked goods. I lean against the freshly cleaned counter as I watch Melody separate and place our warm delicacies into individual boxes, complete with an entire container of that delicious icing. 
“Thank you for today, Rosemary. It was truly a pleasure to spend time and learn from you.” The small woman leans in for a hug, which I eagerly return. “We’ll definitely be making these until the end of time.” 
“I promise I’ll bring Iris by so you can meet her. She’d love it here.” I watch as Melody goes in for her hug with Rosemary. The embrace is tender, so tender I find my throat getting tight that I have to look away. “Ready to get going, Daniel? I’m excited to show our girl what we made today.” 
“Absolutely.” I grab her waist and bring her to me to kiss her forehead before grabbing our boxes of edible treasure. “Thank you again, Rosemary. Seriously.” 
“The pleasure was mine. You two remind me of the love I shared with my Arnold. Please come by anytime. Melody, I’ll be expecting you and Iris soon. You have my number. Drive safe out there.” She grabs Melody’s hand a final time before letting us head out. 
The cold February air is brutal once we eventually hit the outdoors. I watch as Melody shivers, takes her scarf, and pulls it up past her nose, leaving only her hazel eyes visible. 
“Fuck, why do we live where it hurts my face? I miss the sun.” 
“We live here because we wouldn’t last a day where there are bugs bigger than your hand.” 
“Right, how do Australians even survive? Absolutely not.” I can’t help but laugh at her as I find my keys in my pocket and hit the automatic starter to my car. I made Sam help me install my automatic starter shortly after Melody moved in. With the precious cargo I have these days, I can’t afford to wait for my car to warm up or my girls to be cold. Once Melody spots the headlights on our car, she starts to run. 
“Sweet, sweet warmth!” She screams as she barrels towards our car. I’ve already learned that I should unlock the car on winter days. She doesn’t wait for me to open her door when that’s all that separates her from regulating her body temperature. Once I reach the car, I place the baked goods next to Iris’s car seat, which has permanent residence in the backseat. 
“Way to leave me in the snow,” I say as I settle into the driver's seat, shoving my hands in front of the heaters to try and warm my icicle fingers. 
“Sorry, baby. You know how it goes.” I look over to her and see she’s already removed her scarf. “I’m also excited to get home and have our treats.”
“How do you even have room for more? I watched you try one of each, and you wouldn’t share.”
“One, how dare you judge me. And two, do you see this figure?” Her hands fan down her body. “Strictly run on baked goods. I was doomed when you brought us to Rosemary’s, and you knew that.” 
“You never cease to amaze me.” 
“That’s much better.” Her laugh, my favorite noise, fills the car. I reach over to place my hand on her cheek and bring her lips to mine. Her hands quickly find the sides of my jacket, trying to pull me closer over the center console. I nip once, twice on her bottom lip before running my tongue along it, just to be met by hers. We make out for a minute or two in the front seat before she pulls away. “Thank you for today, Daniel. I had a lot of fun.” 
“Who says it’s over?” I let my grin take over my face as I watched the gears in her brain turn. “Buckle up, Ducky. We have plans.” I take the stunned silence as my opportunity to start driving. It isn’t until we hit the highway that Melody finally says something.
“Where are we going?”
“Classified.” I see her cross her arms out of the corner of my eye.
“Where’s Iris?” Melody’s head is fully turned to face me, one eyebrow raised. 
“Sleepover with Gramps, complete with her new doll.” 
“How did you get a secret from my dad?” 
“Easy; no grandparent says no to a night with their favorite grandkid.” I also brought him cinnamon rolls from Rosemary’s last week. I also ensured he had all our streaming logins but omitted those facts. I glance over to her, who still has a skeptical look. “Just relax, baby. I got this.” 
Like our daughter, Melody has a wild ability to fall asleep in any moving car. We made it about half an hour before it got a little too quiet, and that’s when I realized. I trace small circles on her open skin where my hand rests on her thigh as I drive us through wooded backroads. The GPS on my phone says we are about ten minutes from our destination, and I hope I don’t miss it. The sun is starting to set, and if I miss this driveway, I’ll have to double back in the dark, and I just want this drive to be over. Thankfully, the driveway is so well-marked I have no issue just pulling right into our overnight getaway. 
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A small, modern black cabin sits in a wooded clearing softly lit by the setting sun. Melody has been sending me these Instagram posts from this company that has these across the country, and I just knew it would be perfect for tonight. I softly grip her leg and shake it lightly, helping her wake up. Her hands fly up to her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. She blinks several times and looks around until her eyes set on the cabin. 
“Daniel is this-”
“There’s only one way to find out, Melody.”  She grins at me, her wild, happy grin, and I can’t help but return it. “Our bag’s in the trunk. The code should be our anniversary. Unlock the door for us, and I’ll meet you inside?” 
She’s out of the car and racing to the front door before I can say anything else. I laugh, grab our bag and goodies, and race inside after her. When I make my way in, I see Melody taking off her jacket while taking in the cabin. 
The slender cabin is covered in rich woods and white linens, and near the front door is a small kitchen area perfect for warming our cinnamon rolls later on. The bed on the opposite end of the cabin is a king-sized behemoth in front of an equally behemoth-sized window. That window, I assumed would be a problem, but we’re the only cabin around for miles. Standing in the middle of the room, she looks angelic, glancing at every little thing. 
“Is it good?” I ask her as I set down our things and remove my jacket. 
“I can’t believe you did this.” She says as she makes her way to me. Her arms snake around my waist and pull me close. I place my hands on her jaw. “It’s more than good, thank  you.” I bring her lips to mine, eager to taste her. 
My girl must feel the same way because the moment our lips connect, her hands tighten on my sweater. I tilt her jaw up for better access and slowly let my hand trail down her neck. A delicious moan sneaks past her lips that I want to devour. My hand softly settles at the base of her neck as the other makes its way to her ass. The way the fabric of her dress is, it slides in my hands giving me easy access to direct skin. I sink my fingers in, which grants me another moan from her. 
Moving my lips to her ear, I say, “I love this fucking dress.” A soft nip to her ear. “Did you wear it to drive me crazy today?”
“Yes,” she rushes out as her head bobs. “I knew it would work.” My confident fucking girl. 
I softly push her back onto the bed and greet the tip of her dress with my fingers. I kiss her inner thighs as I slowly move my hands up, taking the hem of her dress with them. When I finally expose her, a devilish grin becomes plastered. 
“You truly are some sort of witch, baby.” I can’t take my eyes off of her soft pink lace thong. The way it makes her skin look more rich is making me salivate. 
“Keep unwrapping your present, Daniel.” Melody’s voice is dark and low, contrasting what she usually sounds like. I’m obsessed with the fact that only I get to witness this side of her. I keep sliding her dress up until it’s over her head. She lays before me in a matching pink set, looking fucking delectable. Her dark curls fan around her as her hazel eyes watch me take her in. 
“I am one lucky man.” I say as I tear my dark blue sweater over my head. My hands fall to my belt buckle and start to unfasten it, and I watch her eyes drop down. “I have an idea, hold on baby.” I turn away from her towards the other end of the cabin, where the kitchen area starts. 
“You’re going to make me wait and go to the kitchen? Do you remember the last time you were alone in a kitchen?” My head whips back towards Melody’s direction, where she’s now sitting up and watching me with a smirk on her face. 
“I’m fine in the kitchen, thank you.”
“And that’s why we aren’t in charge of holiday dinners anymore?” 
“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it tonight.” With the icing container in my hand, I race over to where she sits, and her squeals fill the air. Quickly, I place the container on the bedside table as I approach my girl. “You think you can bring up the Great Holiday Disaster at a time like this?” I get onto my knees in front of her. I let my breath hit right between her thighs and watched her pelvis jerk up, trying to get any form of reciprocation from me. “You know that’s a sensitive subject.” I kiss the very top of her pelvis over her underwear and pull away to stand over her. 
Melody whines in protest, “Baby, please. I need you.” 
“Should’ve thought about that before you let your attitude run wild. There will be consequences, baby.” I watch her eyes dart to my side, then back to me with a mischievous glint; whatever she’s about to do can’t be good.
“I think I know how to make it up to you, Daddy.” She’s on all fours now, crawling towards me. I fight the urge to let my eyes roll back and growl. She knows exactly what she’s up to. It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees on the bed before me, fiddling with the sides of my belt buckle. 
“Melody,” my voice is low in warning. My girl, however, is unphased. She looks up at me through her long dark lashes that I swear make her eyes look more green than hazel from this angle, and I groan. “You’re treading dangerous waters now.” 
“Am I?” She says as she fully undoes my belt and moves to the button of my pants. My erection is pressing so tightly against the zipper on my jeans that there’s no way she doesn’t notice it. Like she can read my mind, she undoes the button and lets her thumb lightly graze the top of the head of my penis. 
“Fuck me,” is all I can say as I start to gather her curls wanting to see her face. She presses a kiss right above where my boxer briefs meet my skin, and I swear I feel myself set on fire. 
“I plan to,” she quickly quips back. “Lay down, baby. Let me make it up to you.” Her voice is angelic and soft. I can’t help but follow her instructions. I crawl up towards the head of the bed and sit like a king as I watch her walk around the small space. I’m enjoying the view of her perky ass and the way her back flexes as she puts her curls into a high ponytail when she turns with the icing container in hand. Melody makes her way back to me with a devilish look. I just get harder thinking about what she might do. 
“Take your pants off for me, Daniel.” I quickly oblige, fumbling over the zipper and pulling them off. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since we made the icing earlier.” She kneels between my legs. “Can you take off your undershirt for me, Daddy?” I swear I start to become incoherent as I listen to her and jerk off my shirt, too eager to see what’s coming next.  
Melody bends down and presses a kiss on the band of my boxer briefs, and as I’m about to protest the tease, her tan manicured finger curls around the top of the band and starts to pull down. Her eyes stay on my face the entire time she pulls them down my legs, flitting only to my now-free erection. She takes the top of the icing container off and hovers over my chest. 
“I’m ready for my dessert,” she says as she starts to slowly pour the runny icing down the center of my chest, leading to my aching cock. She’s focused as she makes her icing trail, her eyes getting darker as she reaches my erection. I jump slightly when the cool icing touches me, but Melody leaves her other hand on me as a comforting touch of warmth. When she does reach my erection, she carefully pours it right on the head so it drips down all sides of me. 
“You look fucking delicious.” Melody’s lips attach to my chest first, and I moan. Her warm tongue laps up the icing while playing with my nipple. She nips at it once before giving the other equal attention. I watch her as she moves right above my belly button and lays her tongue flat on me, licking the rest of the icing off my chest in one long, languid stroke. “You are fucking delicious. God, Daniel.” 
She wraps her beautiful dark lips around the head of my cock and licks lightly. My hips buck at the feeling of her, always so perfect. It doesn’t take her long before she’s taking me down the back of her throat, lightly moaning as she works me. 
“Melody, baby,” my voice is harsh as I pull up on her curls. “I don’t wanna come in your mouth; I wanna come in you.” I barely even finish my sentence before my girl climbs on top of me and peels off her own underwear. She places her slit directly on my cock and slowly slides up and down, lubricating me in her wetness. 
“This doesn’t feel like a punishment,” Melody says as she lines herself up with the head of my cock. She teases both of us, bobbing so only my head goes in to pull it back out. I grab her hips and slam her down to the hilt. Her moan rings out. “Baby, yes.” My hands move her hips so she’s lightly grinding against me. “You feel so fucking good.” 
“Your pussy was made only for me,” I say as my hands travel up her body. My fingers graze right under her breasts, the pretty pink lace a stark contrast to her dark nipples, making them look more enticing. 
“I need more, Daniel. Please.”  With that, I flip us over so she’s under me. Taking her left leg, I pull it up towards her chest, giving me better access. 
“Show me how you touch yourself, Melody.” Her hand goes straight to her clit in quick circles while she watches me thrust into her. It doesn’t take long before I start to feel her walls begin to flutter around my cock. “You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?”
“Yes, God, Daniel, pleaseyes,” her moans become more incoherent as my thrusts become sloppy. 
“Come for me; show me how pretty you are when you come.” I slide my free hand up to her neck, lightly squeeze, and feel my girl come undone. I’m right behind her as I thrust once, twice, before my vision starts to black out, and I am still inside of her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I collapse on top of her with my cock still inside and nuzzle into her neck. I feel her koala-like grip around my body as she does the same. We stayed like that for a few moments before I separated myself. I quickly go to the bathroom, take care of myself, and grab a warm washcloth for her, but before I can even turn around, I feel a hand snake around my waist. 
“You should’ve waited in bed, Mel. I was coming back to you.” Her grip only gets tighter from behind.
“Sleepy, want to shower.” She murmurs into my skin. I can’t help but laugh at my girl, turning to face her. In front of me, in all of her naked glory, stands Melody. I take her face and kiss her forehead; her hazel eyes are tired but happy. 
“Okay, how about a bath instead? I don’t think you could stand a shower, love.” 
A happy hum is the only response I get as I watch her eyes close. 
“Sit on the counter for me, I’ll start it for us.” 
I keep my hands on her hips and help her as she hops onto the counter. I feel her eyes on me as I wander around this foreign bathroom. What she doesn’t know, however, is that I already stashed a small bag of our toiletries, including her fancy bath supplies. I watch her eyes light up as she spots the Lush bag in my hand.
“I thought you refused to go into that store alone.”
“Who says I went alone? I might have had a little helper with me. She picked the bath bomb for tonight, too, so you better like it.” 
“Which one did she get?” I say nothing as I hand her the covered bath bomb; she’ll know which one it is as soon as she sees it. Her laugh is loud, almost startling. “You let her get us Sex Bomb? Daniel.”
“What? We have another year until she can read, and she liked the smell.”
“I hate to break this to you, but our girl can definitely read a little. She’s already halfway through kindergarten.” 
“Fuck.” I watch Melody throw it in the tub, then reach out her hands for me. 
“I love the bath bomb, thank you.” 
“That’s why you can’t say it without laughing.”
“Exactly.” 
I turn off the tub, check the temperature, and then pull Melody off the counter. I get into the bath first, position myself at the back, and then hold up my hand to help my girl inside. She easily nestles herself up against me, a perfect puzzle piece. Everything about today, my life, is ideal, and it’s all because of the girl in my arms. 
“Hey, Melody?”
“Yeah, Baby?”
“I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day” 
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It Takes Three to Tango (5) - DRW & SFK
This one's overdue, but it's also dummy thicc, so I hope that makes up for it. I love you all so bad, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love you've shown this silly little fic, I can't tell you how much it means to me. As long as y'all keep enjoying it, I'll keep writing, I'm so grateful!
Also, a big thank you to @jake-kiszkas-smirk for the brilliant ideas and the never ending encouragement <3 Do yourself a favor and go check out their incredible writing if you haven't already!
Chapter summary: It's been a couple of days, and you come home early to find something very interesting playing out on your couch. Very smutty, very fluffy (yknow, me and my usual bullshit)
Chapter WC: 12.7K | Pairings: Danny x Reader x Sam (MFM threesome with slash pairings)
Chapter warnings: 18+! Smut (handjobs, unprotected penetrative sex, unprotected anal sex), slash pairings (silly bisexual boys), language (swearing, use of derogatory terms but its all loving and in good nature), spanking if you squint, power play, mentions of infidelity, the briefest, tiniest blink of angst but it's immediately taken care of because I'm incapable of writing anybody suffering
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The sunny beautiful weather kept up into the next several days, and the gentle swishing of the warm breeze through the trees bordering your lawn was already serving to help you decompress as you juggled a few grocery bags around. Digging in your purse for the house keys, you felt the sun beating down on your neck and briefly toyed with the idea of a beach day with your boyfriend, something you were especially hopeful for once you’d seen his car in the driveway. Getting to ogle your gorgeous boyfriend in his short little yellow shorts? Yes please.
The days had been long for the boys, their stubbornness and passion keeping them going at full throttle as of late, and this was the first time in a while that Danny had been home before dusk.
It was now mid week, and after Sam had gone home Saturday afternoon, you’d hadn’t even had a chance to talk to Danny yet about… anything. You’d been working, he’d been recording, and the only time you’d see each other was in the evenings when both of you were too tired for words beyond your usual goodnights and I love yous. 
You wouldn’t say it was awkward between you, not by a stretch. But you could sense mild waves of an unidentified tension coming off of Danny when he’d walk through the door each evening, and with both of you too exhausted to have a real discussion about the recent happenings, that unfamiliar restless energy simply simmered on the back burner with a wordless promise to unravel it soon. 
Finally jutting the keys in the lock, you pushed inside, humming softly to yourself. You set down the bags and dropped your purse, kicking off your shoes with a pleased sigh. Home at last... no sign of Danny yet, though. He generally met you at the door, welcoming you home with a forehead kiss and a hug, but you supposed you weren’t usually finished work this early. He wouldn’t be expecting you yet, and you felt a prickle of mischievous excitement, hopeful to surprise him. 
That excitement was rapidly snuffed out and replaced with a worried confusion, though. From the direction of the living room, you heard it. 
A moan. 
Not Danny’s moan, no, that was a sound you knew well. You froze, listening closely as your heart drummed uncomfortably, racking your brain for any reasonable explanation or cause for the sound.
Then, again, a soft groan sounded, and this time it was immediately followed by a much more familiar grunt, one from your boyfriend’s chest. 
Your heart clenched for a second, seizing with a streak of fear and pain.
No, calm down, you told yourself, Danny wouldn’t cheat, and you knew this (at least you thought), but you couldn’t help the immediate twist of anxious pain that twisted your chest as you kept listening, silent and still in the entryway. 
Muffled and drawn out, another moan sounded from within the house, and it clicked into place for you. The most welcome, albeit unexpected cold bucket of relief washed over you as you recognized the source of the next noise. 
“F-fucking- mmm, Danny…”
Sam.
...Sam?
In all honesty, you didn’t see that coming, mostly because neither of you had really talked about Friday night’s rendezvous with the bassist aside from a few jokes and reassurances spattered throughout the rest of the weekend. And while you held a tiny shard of confusion, frustration, even a little anger at the lack of communication, the emotion that reigned over them all was this sort of voyeuristic intrigue.
Chasing after those feelings pushed you further into the house, as silently as you could manage, the thrill of catching them off guard confusingly mingling with the remaining embers of anxiety and hurt. For a flash, you felt guilty for sneaking around on them, before you indignantly shook the feeling off when you realized the hypocrisy. If they were gonna sneak around on you, then you were most definitely entitled to do the same, right? And so down the short corridor you went, toward the living room quiet as a mouse. You barely peaked your head around the corner and peered into the living room, and you were instantly knocked on your ass, on the verge of collapsing at the sight. 
Shirtless and disheveled, both men lay semi-upright, tangled across the length of the couch. Sam sprawled half on top of Danny, the latter with his hands tangled in the former’s hair and around his shoulders, holding on to him desperately as their lips muffled each other’s moans. 
Your eyes traveled hungrily to the movement of their grinding, bucking hips, and you realized each boy’s pants were undone and lazily shoved down beneath their groins.
“God, you’re so fucking hard,” Sam whined under his breath, interrupting nearly every word with a sloppy kiss to Danny’s mouth, unwilling to break apart for longer. 
Danny’s forehead pressed to Sam’s as he slipped his hands around to hold both sides of Sam’s face, his jaw slack as he attempted to catch his breath, inhibited by the relentless grinding of Sam’s cock against his own. 
“Mmhmm,” he nodded, arching his hips impossibly tighter against Sam’s. “You drive me insane, you know that?”
Sam grunted, his eyelids fluttering heavily as his back muscles flexed and rippled, his shoulders supporting his body as he kept his lithe hips rolling. He sucked in a sharp breath, pushing himself up straighter to watch his cock slide up and down alongside Danny’s. 
“Fucking shit,” he groaned, tossing his head back.
Danny’s hands smoothed down his neck, slowly palming down his chest, stopping to tweak his nipples and earning a stuttery gasp in reward. He descended further, finally landing both hands on Sam’s hips, gripping the flesh that was exposed with his jeans hanging around the swell of his ass. 
Sam paused his hips and shifted until he was balancing his bodyweight over Danny with one arm. Then with a submissive glance at the drummer’s face through his lashes, he brought the other broad, veiny hand between them and wrapped it around both their cocks together, slowly beginning to stroke them both in tandem. 
Danny hissed, eyes locking with Sammy’s as the pleasure rushed through him, the exhilaration apparent on his blissed-out face. 
Sam’s jaw hung open, drinking in his best friend’s pleasure-wracked expression. “You are so gorgeous, Daniel,” he whimpered.
Danny cracked a weak smile up at him, too distracted by the friction between his legs for much more. “So’re you, pretty boy.”
As Sam’s hips bucked involuntarily at the pet name, a spasm born of pleasure, he ground deeper into Danny’s purplish, rock-hard length and his fist jerked them both suddenly, sharp and tight. Danny’s head fell back with an almost pained-sounding moan, breaking off from the heated kiss and sending his cry of Sam’s name echoing off the walls. 
It was a gorgeous sight, the two of them absolutely lost in each other. No wonder they hadn’t heard you come home. The longer you watched, though, the harder it was becoming to stay still, hidden.
Sam let go of the two of them for a second, sighing needily at the frustrated whine Danny let out, and brought his hand to his mouth. He looked Danny in the eye as he slowly licked the flat of his tongue up his palm, coating it in spit before taking both their twitching cocks in his fist again. He huffed a whiny sound through his nose as he picked up the pace, Danny’s jaw dropping with a long, soft, moan that quivered out of him from the way Sam’s movements trembled his body. 
“Shit, Sammy,” he grunted, bucking his hips up, adding his contribution by fucking into Sam’s tight grip. 
Sam rolled his hips deeper. With the most submissive doe eyes you’d ever seen, he mumbled, his cheeks pink and breathless with the exertion, “That feel good, Daddy?” 
Oh, fuck. Well that’s all you’ll be thinking about for the rest of your life, you thought. 
Danny’s tightly furrowed brows tipped up in the middle at his words, a sharp gasp quickly followed with a loud groan. “Jesus christ,” he growled, nodding quickly as his hand behind Sam’s neck brought their foreheads together. As they panted into each other’s mouths, Danny’s low voice rumbled between the soft grunts punched out of him, “So good, uhh- so fucking good for me… such a sweet, pretty boy for Daddy, aren't you?”
 Sam whimpered loudly with a particularly delicious pump of their erections, his jaw clenching, flexing his gorgeous jawline. "Yeah," he whined desperately.
You swallowed hard, bracing yourself and stepping out into the open doorway. You leaned against the frame, crossing your arms, and when they still remained oblivious, you cleared your throat softly. 
Sam didn’t seem to notice, but Danny’s head jerked towards the sound, his eyes widening comically once they locked on you. He quickly shoved at Sam’s shoulder, hissing in his panic, “Sam, stop- stop,” to which Sam blinked up at him, confused and frustrated as he reluctantly stilled his hips. “What?” he breathed, brows knitting. 
“Babe!” Danny croaked, already hurriedly trying to tuck himself back into his pants. Sam’s head whipped to the door, his panicked expression matching Danny’s in an instant. 
“Oh fuck-“ he uttered under his breath, then rasped breathlessly, “H-Hey, doll.”
You stepped into the room, eyeing the two of them, holding up a hand to Danny, who reluctantly gave up on his futile attempt at modesty with Sam’s lithe body pinning his jeans in place. Sam, bit by bit realizing the situation at hand, went to climb off your boyfriend, but you shook your head. 
“No, no, you two stay put,” you ordered softly. 
Danny swallowed hard, his expression guilt ridden and panicked. “Honey, I- we didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry, it just kind of…” 
Sam nodded, finishing his sentence, “Just kinda happened, we didn’t- we should’ve told you, I’m sorry, it wasn’t, planned- fuck, I’m sorry, I’ll- I’m gonna go, I’m sorry.” 
Danny, for all his panic, seemed just as remorseful to see Sam leave as he was to have been caught with the boy on top of him. “Sam, wait-“
“Stop,” you interrupted, commanding but gentle. “Relax, alright? Both of you. Sam, stay, please?”
He took a breath and relaxed, only slightly, and nodded, shuffling his pants up over his hips as he adjusted to sit beside Danny as he too redressed his lower half. 
You shuffled your foot, glancing around the room. “I’m… I’m not mad. I mean, not really,” you told them, licking your lips. 
Danny let out a slow breath, and Sam nodded as he studied the rug beneath his feet. 
You shifted your weight as you rubbed your arm shyly. “Like, obviously, you guys seriously suck at communication…”
“I know, and I’m so fucking sorry baby, you’re so right, I-“
You cut off your boyfriend’s grovelling with a shake of your head and the hint of a grin. “Shh, let me talk.” He nodded apologetically and sat back into the couch cushion, looking small despite his broad frame. 
To your surprise, Sam extended a comforting arm, resting his hand over Danny’s leg and thumbing at the denim. 
Your eyes traced the movement, and you took a second to center yourself. "I know we never really set any kind of groundrules? Which is nobody’s fault in particular,” you conceded. 
Both boys peered up at you, slowly unfreezing by the minute when you continued to not flip out at them as they’d clearly expected. It was endearing in a strange way, especially with the way Sam still held his hand protectively over Danny’s thigh. 
You chewed on your lip and moved towards them, pulling the cushioned footstool that matched your lazyboy over to sit in front of them. Shyly keeping your eyes below their faces, you nodded once as you said, “I think we should… talk.”
Danny quietly agreed, “Yeah, absolutely,” joined by Sam’s tentative, “Okay.”
You swallowed, trying to land on a good place to start. Part of you selfishly wished Sam wasn’t here for this, with so much left unsaid between you and your boyfriend. You felt like you’d been caught unprepared, knowing there were things you would’ve liked to have gotten out in the open with your boyfriend alone first. Now, with Sam thrown in the mix, patiently but expectantly sitting before you, you struggled on the right words. 
With your eyes still casted down, you licked your lips again, then Danny’s hand came into view, gently holding his palm open for you. You suspected he was offering his comforting touch as an option for you, rather than just taking your hand as he usually would have done, perhaps out of fear that you were secretly, actually upset with him. You quickly took him up on it, squeezing his hand in comfort to both you and him. 
His reassuring touch put an end to the invisible stopper holding you back, and the words poured out of you.
“First of all, um... Sammy, I want you to be aware that Danny and I haven’t really, uh, talked about… you know.” 
He nodded, biting his thumbnail as he fixed you with those sweet brown eyes, and you continued. 
“So, Danny,” you looked up at him, meeting his gentle gaze, “I’m not… well, I’m not mad that you guys are…” you cracked a little smile, gesturing between them, “You know. Cause if I’m honest, I was hoping it would happen again, what happened Friday, and I think you were too. I mean, clearly,” you giggled quietly. 
Danny blushed, resting his cheek bashfully in his hand, his elbow propped on his knee. “I think that’s safe to say...” 
Sam smirked to himself, glancing at Danny from the corner of his eye before dropping his gaze to his twiddling thumbs. 
You smiled, lifting his knuckles to your lips. You then looked over at Sammy, catching his eyes. He ran his tongue between his lips. 
Addressing mostly Sam, but opening the discussion to both of them, you looked down nervously as you quietly started, “I think the only part that’s like, bothering me, is like, y’know, you guys did this without me, and like… maybe I should be, but I’m not really mad about the fact that you didn’t tell me, I’m more just… second guessing where I fit into this. I’m wondering, you know, is this… is this an us thing, or just a Sam and Danny thing…?”
Your question trailed off, and you cursed the pathetic way you asked. Danny was yours, you knew that, and it was stupid to feel like an intruder, but when you really thought about it, that’s how you felt. And the hurt and insecurity that you felt stemmed both from the fact that you loved Danny (and could be very territorial over him when you wanted to be), so the disregard for your feelings stung, especially from him. But it also stemmed from the fact that you wanted to be a part of what they did, to be included. 
You didn’t know exactly how you felt about Sam, but there was something there. You liked him, more than you'd realised for sure, and you were certain Danny felt the same. It happened so fast, so fast that you hadn’t had a chance to process it, let alone broach it with your boyfriend, and those feelings scared you enough without the whole, walking in on your boyfriend and mutual best friend on top of each other without telling you, thing.
Sam sat up straighter, more serious than you’d ever seen him, and shook his head quickly.
“No, nonono, it’s… if it’s anything, it’s an all of us thing. You really gotta believe us, dollface, we did not plan for this.” 
You blushed and nodded, satisfied with that for now. “So, will you tell me? What- what did happen, then?”
Danny glanced at Sam shyly, and Sam, meeting his eyes, smirked boyishly and fluttered those long eyelashes at him. “You’re a better storyteller than me,” he murmured, nudging Danny with his knee. 
You raised an eyebrow at your boy, cracking an expectant smirk as you leaned forward on your hands. 
Danny’s lips parted shyly, glancing between the two of you and chuckling softly after a second, “Okay, uh… we were recording, and I guess Jake had to leave, some interview thing? I dunno, but we all just packed up for the day, but somebody’s Tesla hadn’t been charging, so I said I’d drive him home.”
Sam rolled his eyes, loosely pushing air through his lips petulantly, “Yeah, yeah, anyway, we were gonna go do something-“
“-go to the beach,” Danny filled in.
“-Yeah, so we came here first, and…” Sam looked down and giggled, shrugging one shoulder as his cheeks pinked endearingly. “He asked if I wanted a drink. Such a great host, you know,” he glanced up at you, then back down to the safety of his hands, “… and then we…”
Danny rubbed the back of his neck, making you grin wider at how cute they were being, dancing around the subject of their obvious desire for each other. 
He mumbled, “Yeah, then we were just…” 
Sam finished softly, holding his hands out in awkward offering, “…kissing.” 
You snorted, making both of them look up at you, baffled and amused as you laughed at them. 
Shaking your head, you giggled out, “That was some intense kissing.”
Sam snickered with a bratty eyeroll, and Danny chuckled awkwardly, running a hand through his curls. “Like he said, it just kinda happened.” Sam nodded his agreement, and Danny squeezed your hand. “I’m so sorry, honey. You know I’d… I’d never…” he shook his head slowly, pleadingly, and you nodded understandingly, squeezing back. 
“I know baby,” you assured, leaning forward, smiling softly when Danny immediately met you halfway for a short kiss. He smiled, relieved and loving, whispering as he pulled away reluctantly, “I love you, so so fucking much.”
You smiled back, the last of your insecurities fading away, “I love you, too, Dan.”
Sam shifted on the cushion, and you glanced at him, unable to stop the way your eyes lowered to his pouty lips. 
He watched, curious, but too shy to say anything about it so soon after such a peculiar interaction, though he noticeably glanced at yours too. He took a controlled breath through his nose, and you watched his tongue dart between his lips, wetting them with that look of longing he seemed to carry with him whenever you were around. Your heart fluttered, feeling some deja-vu with the tension that suddenly manifested in the air. 
Nobody had warned you about what comes after a threesome with your best friend. How could anyone expect you to feel and act completely normal around Sam when you had intimate visuals playing like an NSFW slideshow in your mind’s eye of how his gorgeous face twisted in pleasure as you and Danny absolutely-
Danny softly cleared his throat, and your gaze shot back to him, jarringly broken out of Sam’s spell. 
“Um…” he held your gaze, keeping your hand in his tight hold as if expecting you to run away. “Can I just say what I’m thinking, and nobody gets pissed off at me?”
You chuckled, nodding, “Please, babe, you go for it.” 
Danny inhaled deeply and blew it out through pursed lips. “I… think… that this,” he gestured vaguely, shutting his eyes as he tented his fingers over the bridge of his nose, speaking into his hands, “…is more than sex for me. A-and I think you feel the same way,” he nodded toward you, then turned to Sam, looking considerably more nervous, “…and I… well, I hope that you feel that way, too.”
Sam stared at Danny, his eyes laser focused, and after a few tense seconds, he slowly nodded. “Yeah,” he admitted in a whisper, sucking his lip between his teeth. 
Danny nodded and turned to you, raising his brows. You blushed after glancing quickly at Sam, who sat raptly watching you for your answer. “Me too.”
Danny relaxed slightly, cracking a nervous grin. “So… I dunno, where does that leave us?”
Sam licked his lips, thoughtfully trailing his eyes around the room. “Well, you guys are so disgustingly in love, it’s hard to be in the same room with,” he teased, smirking, lifting his eyes to your face. 
Your heart fluttered, smiling shyly at him, and he grinned back, tilting his head to the side. “I like you a lot, doll, I’m not afraid to admit that, I just wasn’t sure if I should.”
You giggled, a hang clutching your imaginary pearls. “What?? The Sammy I know would never hold back on saying something he shouldn’t!”
“Well, actually, I just said it anyway, so point proven.”
You moved your hand to your cheek, hiding your face a little from him as he sat back with that stupid, know-it-all smirk.
“I like you, too.”
Danny chuckled, and when you looked at him curiously, he shrugged, “This is just... so fucking weird.”
You giggled, and Sam shot him a funny look. “The fuck do you mean by that?”
Danny held out his hands in front of him, “Oh, I dunno, my girlfriend admitting she likes another guy right in front of me? Is that not a strange thing to you?” 
Sam smirked, elbowing him. “Nothing new, all your ex-girlfriends secretly wanted me, too.” 
Danny shoved Sam with a snort of laughter, “Fuck off, you know what I mean.”
Sam snickered, “Yeah, I know what you mean, but I dunno, it doesn’t feel that weird to me.”
You giggled and nodded, shrugging, and Danny grinned at you. “Yeah, that’s the thing, it doesn’t feel, like, wrong,” he agreed.
You smirked at Danny playfully, “Everything is always weird with you guys, maybe we’re just used to it.”
Sam laughed, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” 
You giggled innocently, shrugging and sitting up straighter. Danny rolled his eyes playfully, shifting slightly to face Sam more directly. When he had Sam’s attention, his grin turned more serious. 
“Do you…” he trailed off, hopeful and expectant. Sam chuckled, growing bashful as he eyed Danny’s face. “Do I what?” he softly teased, “Like you?”
Danny blushed, saying nothing as he blinked at his friend. Sam licked his lips, then placed his hand back on Danny’s thigh. 
“Of course I do,” he softly confessed, his eyes tracking his own hand’s movement back and forth. 
“I’m no geometry professor, but it seems like that’s a complete triangle to me.”
Both boys laughed softly at your observation, and it fell quiet for a moment. Danny holding your hand, and Sam’s hand on Danny’s thigh, you extended your arm forward to touch Sam’s knee instinctively, closing that triangle.
Your touch made Sam’s breathing catch in his throat, and your eyes locked on each other. Your stomach erupted in butterflies all over again. 
“So… where does that leave us?” He pondered, more flirtatious than Danny had been before. 
You looked at Danny, and he smiled at you with a raise of his brows, as if to say, ‘You’re running the show, babe.’
Grinning, you looked back to Sam and said, “I mean… should we just see where this goes?”
Sam leaned toward you a little more, “Yeah, fine by me,” he grinned. 
Danny nodded, “Should probably have some ground rules, though.”
You smiled as you toyed with the rip in Sam’s jeans. “Probably, yeah, you whores.” 
Sam barked out a laugh, and Danny blushed, giggling to himself. 
“Kay,” Sam shook his head, amused, “Well, how do we feel about like, fucking without one of us there?”
You smiled wide, shyly giggling at his bluntness as you thought for a minute. You were about to answer when Danny spoke up, “I think I’m okay with that, if you are, sweetheart.”
You grinned shyly, heart fluttering under the suggestive heat of Sam’s smirk. “I’m okay with it too. I mean, I’d like to know about it, preferably, but I know things just happen sometimes. As long as we communicate, I don’t have a problem with it.”
Sam leaned back into the couch cushion, folding his arms behind his head with that self-assured, cocky smirk stretching his lips. “Well then, lucky me,” he purred. 
You bit your lip, failing to conceal a bashful smirk as you ignored him. “Are you guys gonna tell Jake and Josh?”
Danny glanced at Sam, who shook his head dismissively. “Those nosy assholes don’t need to know what I do with my dick,” he said bluntly, making you laugh and nod. "I'm not gonna hide it, but I'm not gonna make some weird, confusing announcement."
Danny gave a soft smile and shrugged his indifference. “S’up to you, baby.”
Sam’s eyes widened at the pet name, and you smiled wide, surprised but endeared as you watched Danny’s shoulders stiffen, his lips parting in surprise at himself as his cheeks flushed pink. 
Sam blushed even brighter, a crooked grin finding its way across his face. “Oh,” he said quietly, looking absolutely smitten.
Danny broke into an embarrassed smile, chuckling awkwardly, “I- sorry, I-“ 
Sam shook his head as he leaned forward, lips pressing over Danny’s to shut him up, and Danny let out the cutest little upward-lilted coo of surprise. Sam smiled visibly against his lips, and Danny melted, kissing him back gently, bringing his free hand up to cup Sam’s face. 
You squeezed Danny’s hand longingly, and he pulled away with a flustered smile. He beckoned you over, “C’mere, baby,” scooching to the side and patting the space between him and Sam. 
You quickly switched seats, turning your head to Danny first once settled. He smiled down at you lovingly, so familiar and gentle, and you felt safe. You leaned forward and met his lips in a soft kiss, melting into the sweet warmth of his mouth as he deepened it with a low hum. 
A hand came to rest on your thigh, and you broke from your boyfriend to face its owner, smiling boyishly at you, his eyes hopefully dipping to your lips and back. You nodded almost imperceptibly, and Sam’s smile widened, leaning forward until his lips met yours. 
And God, did this feel good. Sandwiched again between them, even better than the first time now that you were all on the same page. Danny’s lips latched onto your exposed neck, and you let a moan of surprise permeate the kiss, the sound egging on Sam. His cute button-tipped nose brushed your cheek as he enthusiastically indulged in your kisses. 
He slid his hand further up your lap, bunching the fabric of your flowy shorts up around your hips as he kneaded and pawed at your inner thigh. When he swiped his fingers beneath the hem over your bare skin, you shivered, and he was pulled back to reality, parting from the kiss with a sharp, wet sounding gasp for air. His eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated as they focused. 
Danny’s hand mirrored Sam’s, slipping between your legs to squeeze the flesh of your other inner thigh. You bit your lip, a rush of heat making your brain lag for a second, your eyelids fluttering. Danny smirked as he sucked at the delicate skin behind your ear. 
“Mmmhhh,” you softly whined, brows knitting as Sam’s nose brushed your cheek, teasing you with his lips millimeters away. 
“You want me?” he rasped in a whisper, the corners of his ridiculously attractive lips quirking up when you nodded weakly and whined, “Yeah, Sammy.”
Danny lifted his face from your abused neck, licking a line up your racing jugular as he ascended. You whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open already, something a very smug Danny seemed to notice. 
Murmuring seductively against your cheek, he smirked, “You want me too? You want us both, baby?” He nudged at your cheek with his beautifully arched nose, and Sam’s fingers rubbed gently teasing patterns up and down your inner thigh. 
You let out a tortured sigh, losing the fight and closing your eyes. “Oh god… yeah.”
Nimble bass fingers untied the string holding your shorts around your hips as one drumstick calused palm scraped gently down to curl under your knee. Danny waited until Sam had wiggled your shorts past your ass to take over and tug them off, your foot flicking them off to the side. He mouthed his lips along the shell of your ear as he lifted your knee, bending your leg to rest one foot on the cushion. 
Sam’s eyes threatened to stare a hole into the damp spot forming through the baby blue cotton between your legs. He licked his lips, placing his hand over your lower abdomen, as he snuck a quick glance at you and Danny. You spread your thighs a little further, smirking as the boys’ eyes met and Danny’s hand slid up your thigh with an inviting nod between your legs. 
Gently, locking eyes with you, Sammy smoothed his hand down, tucking his fingers under your panties and grazing his middle fingertip down and back up through your folds. Sam’s eyelids drooped with lust as he sighed out a low groan, “Oh my god, you’re wet.”
Danny purred against your cheek as he watched your underwear stretch over his friend’s knuckles. “Oh yeah? What a good girl, baby, dripping all over his hand.”
Your eyes closed of their own accord, a humiliating whimper slipping unexpectedly past your lips. 
A second set of lips evened out Danny’s, tugging at your other earlobe and flicking his tongue against it. Sam’s fingers spread you open, rubbing in loose, lazy circles. The slick noises drew a growl from Danny’s chest, and you fluttered your eyes open weakly, only to catch Danny’s tongue wetting his fingers. His eyes flashed dangerously at you as he closed his lips around them, the light catching the glisten from his saliva as he pulled them out and joined Sam’s party for one in your panties. 
You moaned sharply as you felt Danny’s fingers take over circling your clit, switching into tighter, faster circles, while Sam’s middle and ring finger slowly curled into your heat. 
Your head rolled against the back cushion, looking up at Sammy as he lifted his face away. Your needy and glazed over expression made his nostrils flare in hunger, and his lips parted absently. “How’s it feel, beautiful girl?” he rasped quietly. “Our fingers feel nice?”
You whimpered, brows tightly knit as you bucked against both their hands, working away at your wet center in incredible synchrony. “So nice, I fucking-“ a deeper curl of his fingers had you keening pathetically. “-shit, like that, yeah,” you mewled. 
“Yeah?” he cocked a smug eyebrow, “S’that the spot?” He drug the pads of his fingers against your walls, and gave you a dirty smirk when you jolted and whined. Danny’s fingers paused their languid circles, his pointer and middle finger parting and slipping down along either side of your clit, squeezing together in a slippery hug as he pulled them back up. 
Your jaw hung open, your gaze unfocusing as you blinked distantly at the ceiling. You heard Sam’s dark chuckle by your ear as Danny returned to his expert massage to your clit. 
Craving more, more friction, more of them, you swallowed dryly. “Fuck me?” you softly pleaded, voice hoarse already. 
Danny playfully nipped the apple of your cheek, whispering teasingly, “Who? Me or Sam?”
Sammy echoed, “Yeah doll, who’s cock d’you want?” 
As his fingers pumped in and out of you faster, Danny moved his lips back to the shell of your ear, nibbling gently and murmuring with that low, breathy voice. “We both wanna be inside you so bad.” 
“So fuckin’ bad, beautiful, you got me addicted to that tight little pussy,” Sam confirmed, a touch of begging in his tone contrasting deliciously with Danny’s domineering rumble. 
You whined, reaching your hands up to grab at both boy’s necks, rolling your hips into their talented hands. “Both, I- fucking christ- both of you, take turns, or whatever you want, please?” 
Sam’s forehead plopped against your temple as he breathed out a strained whimper. “Shit,” he breathed. 
Danny removed his fingers from your clit, his hand rising to your chin. He grabbed your face firmly, his two glistening fingers forcing into your mouth as he turned you to face him. You sucked his fingers, lapping lazily at the pads of them as you slowly focused your eyes on his gorgeous, pleased face. His filthy, challenging grin would’ve had your knees buckling had you been standing. 
“Aren’t you just the sweetest little whore,” he grit the last word through his teeth, his grip tightening slightly around your jaw. You inhaled sharply through your nose and nodded around his hand as best you could. 
“What a naughty little thing,” came Sam’s voice, far too smug for your liking. “You a little slutty for us, babe?”
Jesus christ. 
Danny’s hand suddenly let go, and in a flash, Sam found himself in the same boat that you were just in, locked into your boyfriend’s firm grip. 
“Not sure where you’re getting all this attitude from, Sammy,” he all but sneered, Sam’s shuddery inhale threatening to bring a smirk to your face. 
“I was just- ah!” Danny slipped his hand around to tighten his fist around Sam’s hair, tugging at the root near the back of the brunette’s head, effectively interrupting his pitiful excuses. 
“You what?” Danny smirked, slowly rising to his feet as he leaned over Sam’s face. 
Sam’s eyes, wide and submissive, blinked up at him as he licked his lips nervously. “Nothing…!”
Danny cocked his head, arrogantly shaking his head and hovering his lips just out of Sam’s pouted reach. “Good boy,” he purred. 
Sam’s eyes flew shut as he bit back a groan. 
You curled your fingers sweetly around Danny’s bicep, fixing him with a pleading look. When he met your eyes, you fluttered your eyelashes and asked, “Bedroom?”
Danny grinned at you rather ferally, then gave a quick nod and grabbed both yours and Sam’s hands. 
He marched you both down the hall, you and Sam sharing a quick, bashfully excited grin from the corner of your eyes before Danny gently but firmly turned you around to the bed and pushed you down, side by side and equally impatient for his next move. 
Danny stepped over you first, brushing a gentle hand along your cheek as he gazed down at you tenderly. “Can you be my sweet girl and sit quiet for a minute, baby?” 
You smiled and nodded up at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his wrist. He thumbed once over your cheek and smiled back sweetly, booping your nose just to hear your giggle before he stepped over in front of Sam.
Sam leaned back on his arms, paying close attention as the drummer stood before him. Danny brought a hand to Sam’s cheek, much like yours, and his eyes followed as he trailed his fingers lightly down Sammy’s neck and collarbones. 
Sam’s breathing stuttered, licking his lips as he let Danny’s delicate touch brush admiringly across his upper half. “What about me?” he challenged softly, flustered but smirking playfully nonetheless. 
Danny raised a brow, lifting his heavy gaze to Sam’s, before placing his palm firmly in the center of Sammy’s chest and shoving him down flat on his back. Sam gasped, the sound choked and ending with a garbled whine as Danny followed, crawling over top of him to hover over his lithe form.
Gripping the bassist’s jaw lightly, Danny brushed his lips ever so faintly against Sam’s as he murmured lowly, “You wanna be a good boy for me, too?”
Sam’s wide eyes blinked up at Danny in a sort of lustful awe, nodding his head and licking his lips. A smirk creeped across Danny’s lips, nodding along teasingly as he brushed their lips together again. 
With the most arrogant, shit-eating tone, he rumbled low in his chest, “Yeah? Are you daddy’s good boy?”
Sam’s face flushed wildly as his eyes closed tight, but the moan he tried to conceal was unmistakable. Though as pathetically needy as Sam surely felt, you could swear you had it worse. Arousal coursed through your veins like adrenaline, and it threatened to send you into cardiac arrest, as your boyfriend groaned like he’d tasted the finest wine and his tongue languidly slipped through his parted lips to lick across Sam’s pouted ones. 
Sam slunk his arms around Danny’s neck, pulling the man down on top of him into a deep, needy kiss. His long fingers raked through the drummers silken curls, his brows furrowing as he sighed a moan of satisfaction into the kiss. Stealthily, Danny shuffled his knees up around Sam’s hips to balance himself, then smoothed his hands up the wiry arms that held him in place. He then gracefully pried Sam’s hands away, taking them in his own, still slow and sweet, before pinning them above his head and breaking the kiss, biting his lip at Sam’s bratty little whine. 
You found the presence of mind, through the absolute brain fog of arousal, to cheekily goad them on. “Little desperate, aren’t we Sammy?”
Sam’s head whipped over to you, jaw dropping as he prepared to retort with a sassy comeback, but Danny eradicated any chance of that with a firm roll of his hips into Sam’s stiff crotch. 
“Aht,” he warned, “Don’t make me shut you up, Sammy.” 
Instantly, your cheek was forgotten, as the bassist bit his lip. Once again doe-eyed and smirking for Danny, Sam murmured with a shake in his voice, “…and, uh, for curiosity’s sake… how would you do that exactly?”
Raising an eyebrow at him, Danny wordlessly gripped Sam’s jaw in his broad hand, and when Sam’s jaw instinctively fell open between his thumb and fingers, his open mouth was promptly filled with Danny’s pointer and middle fingers. You watched Danny’s eyes droop in lust as Sam’s widened submissively, obediently closing his lips around the callused digits and sucking demurely. 
“There’s plenty of ways I can occupy your smart little mouth,” Danny sneered arrogantly, “The only problem is finding one that you won’t fucking like so much.”
You ventured a hand over to lightly rub over Sam’s chest, amusement evident in your cheeky addition, “That’s awful slutty of you, Sammy.” 
Danny’s shoulders stiffened, and he kept his eyes on Sam as he warned, “Glass houses, babygirl, glass houses.”
Sam’s smirk became clearer when Danny slipped his fingers out of his mouth. “Yeah, sweetheart, glass houses,” he mocked condescendingly. 
You shot him a petulant glare. “I thought you were told to shut up? Or are you not daddy’s good boy?”
Sam tried to sit up indignantly, blushing, but was restricted by your boyfriend still pinning him to the mattress. His mouth opened with another smart ass remark, but a snarl from Danny’s chest stole the words from his tongue. 
“Enough! Not another fucking word from either of you,” he barked, shooting Sam a dominant, warning look as he straightened off of him with a final, parting squeeze to his jaw. 
You both watched Danny nervously as he loomed over you both, running his tongue over his teeth. 
“Up,” he grit, tipping his head back. 
You stumbled to your feet, but Sam’s bratty streak flared up full force, and he cocked a sassy eyebrow and eyed up Danny challengingly. “Why?” he huffed. 
You rolled your eyes with a knowing smirk, and Danny smoothly articulated, “Because I told you to, Samuel, and you will listen to me, or you won’t like what happens next.” 
Sam scoffed but clambered to his feet beside you, and Danny gave him a condescending smile. “Good.” He leaned back on his hands against your shared dresser and eyed you both admiringly. “Now take each other’s clothes off.”
You looked up at Danny as you echoed his command back in your head. He met your eyes and gave you a smug smile, winking at you. You blushed and smiled back, then giggled as you felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder. 
Facing him, he fixed you with that butterfly-inducing, boyish smirk of his. He rested his hands at your shoulders and bit his lip. Those hands began roaming, from your shoulders towards the hem of your shirt, as slowly and patiently as his eagerness allowed, taking his time to subtly palm at your tits through the fabric. 
“Mmm… he doesn’t have to tell me twice,” Sam softly flirted, lifting his honey brown eyes from your midsection to meet your flustered gaze. 
Lopsidedly smiling, you helped him lift your shirt over your head and quickly began working his pants off. “First time for everything, I suppose,” you teased, dropping to your knees to tug his pants down his thighs. 
Sam’s breath hitched, his brain rebooting at the sight of you below him like that, and pride bloomed in your chest from his lack of a sassy retort. 
His briefs, caught in the bunch of fabric, were pulled down as well, and the tip of his erection grazed your chin as it sprung up. Nearly forgetting about the third party watching silently beside you, you leaned forward instinctively and kitten licked over the delicate slit at the tip of Sammy’s cock. 
His resulting hiss of surprise was almost lost under Danny’s softly, but rigid order, “Nope, I said undress, not suck his dick, get up.”
You blinked over at Danny, pouting, “But Danny, I-“
He shifted his weight, cocking an unimpressed brow at you, and you gave up, rising to your feet to level yourself with the boy who was suddenly singing a very different tune.
Sam wordlessly rushed to tug your panties down past your ass, letting them drop to the floor and stepping even closer to you as he reached around behind your ribcage to nimbly unclasp your bra. His fingers slipped under the straps, brushing them off your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, his hands immediately cupping and squeezing your tits appreciatively. The softest breathy moan breezed past his lips, but now it was Sam’s turn to be interrupted. 
“Sam. Bed,” Danny grit, “On your back.”
Sam’s eyes flashed with that same needy, aroused glaze, obeying Danny, even giving him a little nod as he sat at the edge of the bed, swinging his legs up and laying flat, lacing his hands over his stomach as he turned his head to look up at you both patiently. 
“Good boy,” Danny purred, sounding pleasantly surprised and pleased, and he tipped his head back to peer at Sam down his nose. You licked your lips, watching Sam’s cock twitch against his flexing stomach with longing. 
Danny’s fingers brought you out of your daze, tipping up your chin as he smirked down at you. “Hi, beautiful,” he sweetly brushed the back of his hand over your cheek, and you smiled lovingly up at his gorgeous face, preening under his praise. “Can you do me a favor, my love?” 
Your heart fluttered as you rested a hand on his chest and nodded, “Yeah, gorgeous, what do you need?” 
He casted a playful glance in Sam’s direction before refocusing on you fondly. “I want you to go sit on his lap, and then do exactly as I tell you. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you replied, seductively playful, thoroughly enjoying the way his jaw clenched subtly through his slow inhale. He shook his head fondly, lightly smacked your ass, and you gave him a cheeky grin and turned on your heel, climbing onto the bed beside Sam’s lithe form. 
“Hey,” you flirted, planting your hands on his chest and swinging one leg over his hips to seat yourself atop him, his cock parting your slick lips, pressed between you and his abdomen in a wet hug.
His gasp shuddered out of him and was joined by his hands shooting to hold your hips tightly. His fingers flexed tight, white knuckling the flesh. “Ohh, god, you little devil,” he grinned lazily, struggling to not buck into you. 
Smirking down at him, you brought your thumb to your mouth, wetting the pad of it and dropping it down to rub circles gently into the delicate, vulnerable underside of the head of his cock.
Sam whined, wincing in surprised pleasure as his head rolled sideways, face burying into the pillow as he writhed under you. “Shitshitshit-“
“Okay, hands off now.”
You lifted your hand immediately, shooting a proud grin Danny’s way when Sam sighed from either disappointment or relief, you couldn’t be sure. 
Pleased with your listening, Danny cocked his head and drank in the sight of you both. Your attention was drawn to the movement below his waist, absently rolling your hips into Sam’s as you watched your boyfriend rubbing over his bulge. 
“Mmm- Danny,” Sam choked, swallowing hard, “What now?”
Danny hummed thoughtfully, casually popping open the button of his jeans. “Grind on him, princess.”
Nodding quickly, you started rutting your hips against Sam’s steadily, slipping his length up and down through your folds. Sam hissed, his eyelids fluttering closed as his brows tipped up in the middle. His face the picture of pleasure, he moaned softly, encouraging you with his hands kneading and pulling at your hips. “Fuuuuuck, sweetheart,” he rasped.
Danny grinned, a dangerous gleam in his expression. “Stop.”
You bit your lip hard, reluctantly stilling atop him. Sam huffed, lolling his head impatiently to face Danny, unimpressed and pouting. Danny snickered at his expression, nodding his permission to you to keep going. 
You kept your eyes on your boyfriend’s as you wiggled slowly forward and back, your stomach flipping with anticipation as Sam’s cock slipped frictionless through your folds. Danny’s little smirk morphed into something darker, tugging his zipper down as he held the heated eye contact. His fingers slipped beneath the band of his boxers, and he flicked his gaze to where you were soaking his best friend’s cock rhythmically. 
“Stop,” he articulated again.
Sam expelled a puff of air beneath you, and you were broken away from Danny’s spell. Glancing down at the man beneath you, you had to bite back a whimper, fighting not to disobey Danny’s instruction. Sam’s face twisted in his growing frustration, his forehead beginning to shine with sweat. It had you suddenly realizing just how hot it had become in the room, three bodies warming the space with the heat of the growing, restless neediness. 
Sam swallowed harshly, “Wish you weren’t such a good little girl for him.” His eyes flashed up to meet yours, a teasing glint peeking through his frustration. Danny huffed a smug laugh beside you.
You giggled softly, dropping your gaze to his nipple as you swiped a thumb over it, rolling it against your forefinger. “Oh yeah?”
He sighed and let his head lean to the side as he gazed up at you, fond and needy through those long lashes. “Mhmm. I think you should be my good girl,” he rasped, rolling his hips enticingly, sending the tip of his cock slipping just barely, teasingly, into your clit.
You whined softly, acutely aware of the man leaning against the dresser beside you, watching you both interact quietly. 
Sam watched you lick your lips longingly, and he smirked, smoothing his hands up your sides slowly. “Sounds nice, doesn’t it, gorgeous? You wanna listen to me instead? I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” he finished with a seductive, raspy whisper, punctuating it with a squeeze to your tits as he reached his destination, cupping and massaging them. 
Your lips parted with a breathy moan, fighting every urge to give in to the temptation he dangled in front of you. 
You met his eyes again, apologetically, regretfully shaking your head. 
You could feel Danny’s proud, wide grin without even glancing at him. “Good girl, sweetheart,” he praised, pushing off the dresser and stalking toward the bed. Once he’d reached your side, plastering himself along your body, he purred, “God I love you.” He bit down on the back of your shoulder, earning a shaky whine from you through your smile. 
You craned your neck, peering at him through your eyelashes, the way that made his knees weak for you. Danny’s face softened further, taking your face in one hand as the other wrapped around your middle. He captured your lips in a needy kiss, insistently taking another kiss the second each one would end. You melted back against his solid chest, the change in your seating position cruelly dragging your slit against Sam’s neglected length. 
A helpless, sweet whine eminating from below you brought both your attentions to Sammy, laid out beautifully unraveled against the sheets. He watched your kiss with longing eyes, and his swollen tip peeking out from between your lips was a dark shade of pink. 
Danny rested his chin over your shoulder, hugging you with both arms from behind as he raised a brow at Sam, smirking lightly. “What?” he teased, deliberately clueless.
Sam furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes, centering his focus on Danny’s face. “Oh, nothing,” he retorted sarcastically.
Danny ignored him, turning his face in to tuck into your neck, his breath tickling your neck. You giggled as he brushed his nose against your shoulder. “Okay then,” he smirked. Kissing and loving on your skin and deliberately making you squirm, knowing full well how each wiggle he coerced out of you was driving Sam crazier.
Sam grit his teeth, hissing as you jerked your hips against him suddenly, his grip on your hips stiffening as he growled, “Fucking stop it already!”
Danny raised a brow and emerged from your neck, gazing arrogantly down at the bratty demand. “What was that?” he muttered lowly, warning Sam with his tone. 
As usual, Sam ignored the warning and proceeded full throttle. “I said stop it! I need- I need more, just-“ He fought against your weight, grinding weakly into you and making you whimper softly. His voice came out breathless and rough when he pleaded, “C’mon, enough fucking around, let me fuck her.”
If anybody had’ve asked, you wouldn’t have been able to tell them how much you would’ve loved the way Sam bypassed you, going directly to your boyfriend for permission to use your body. It was somehow simultaneously degrading and empowering, and with your affinity for both praise and degradation, the confusing combination worked like a charm for you. 
Feeding into both of these kinks, Danny toyed his fingers down your lower abdomen, grazing the tips against your clit and the tip of Sam’s cock as he responded, “Well isn't that just a damn shame, Sammy. You were so close, too.”
Sam furrowed his brow incredulously, “Close? To what? Losing my mind?”
Danny chuckled humorlessly, “To getting what you wanted. You were being so good,” he tsked. “Oh well, you made your bed, now.”
Sam sputtered, and let out a stuttery whine as you ground against Danny’s fingers, and by extension, his aching cock. “Fuuuck, please,” he groaned, “Let me in, let me- oh-“
Danny copied your move, circling his thumb, wet from your soaking pussy, into Sam’s frenulum, smirking evilly when the boy squirmed and jerked beneath you. His anguished bucking hips had you weakly leaning back into Danny’s chest for support, and the two of you falling apart beneath his control had Danny’s cock pounding in his pants. 
Finally Danny removed all contact, stepping back from the bed as you fell forward onto Sam’s chest for support. Both of you looked up at him with matching pleading, lost expressions.
Danny’s lips quirked up in a smile as he shoved his pants down and caught onto your needy faces.  
“Well god, don’t look so pathetic,” he cooed, “Both of you, breaking my heart over here. Just be patient, I’ll make it worth it.” 
He bit his lip as he watched you both closely, pushing his briefs down his thighs, his cock twitching in the air under both your desperate stares. 
Taking himself in hand loosely, he instructed, “Roll over, babes. Sammy on top now.”
Sam flushed at the endearment, and you smiled to yourself. You managed to roll off, onto your back, and wiggle into Sam’s place as Sam fit himself between your thighs on his knees. He stared shamelessly at your spread open lips, biting back a soft groan, and your stomach twisted with excited butterflies, opening your thighs wider teasingly. 
“God,” he sighed, licking his lips as his eyes lidded heavily. Sam began leaning forward, his face nearing your folds, but instead groaned and rested his forehead against your stomach when Danny barked, “Stop.”
“Whyyyy?” Sam whined, muffled against your tummy. “I want her so fucking bad, Danny,” he lifted his head, begging Danny with his eyes. “Why not? Please, baby,” he whimpered softly. 
Danny’s face softened in surprise and affection. “Sammy, babe…” 
Sam closed his eyes, his cheeks flushed pink as he continued, “I want you both, I wanna fuck her, I want you, I want- just, please, Danny, anything, please, I-“
Danny, in two strides, was back with one knee up on the edge of the bed, crashing his lips against Sam’s desperately. Sam moaned, wrapping an arm around Danny’s strong midsection, the other hand resting on your thigh, gripping and kneading at the flesh, seemingly to feel grounded to both of you. 
Danny reluctantly pulled back, pecking Sam’s lips a few times in a drawn out apologetic goodbye. Breathless, he rested his forehead against Sam’s and looked into his eyes as best he could in their proximity. 
“Let’s take care of this, yeah?” He murmured, running his hand down Sam’s front smoothly, past his navel, wrapping his broad hand firmly around Sam’s achingly hard, slick-dampened cock. 
Sammy nodded, shallow and desperately, rocking himself through Danny’s grip with a sigh of relief that melted his entire body against Danny’s, much like yours had just done. Danny wrapped his free arm around Sam’s waist, supporting him, and used his leverage point there to grind his own erection into the plush of Sam’s ass.
Danny inhaled Sam’s sweet musky scent, burying his nose in the boy’s hair as he groaned under his breath at the relieving contact to his neglected cock. With one more roll of his hips, he straightened out, steadying Sam overtop of you before crawling onto the bed behind him. 
Sam craned his head curiously, but Danny placed a soothing hand to his shoulderblades, thumbing reassuringly as he got himself settled comfortably. He positioned himself behind Sam, a sort of vertical big-spoon around the lithe bassist. 
You bit your lip in anticipation as the addition of another body atop the bed pushed your thighs open wider to accommodate Danny. Sam’s lips parted in awe as he caught glimpse of the light catching the delicate strings of your wetness decorating your parted lips. His eyes shot closed with a whimper though, as Danny gave a smooth rock of his hips against his ass.
Danny, now firmly plastered skin-to-skin against Sam’s back, reached around Sammy’s front and took his cock in hand. He leaned them both forward, forcing Sam onto his hands and knees above you. Sam gasped, Danny’s cock grinding between his ass cheeks as he loosely jerked Sam off. 
You reached down, and Sam fluttered his eyes open at the movement, catching your gaze and locking eyes, electric and intense as you swirled your fingers around your clit. Your jaw fell open a bit, and the relief had your eyes rolling back slightly with a sigh. The sight of it had Sam exhaling through his nose harshly as though the wind had been punched out of him. 
Danny lowly rumbled in his ear, “Push forward a bit, sweet boy.”
Sam shivered, obeying and letting his hips droop forward until the tip of him caught against your entrance. Danny kept his eyes locked on the contact of his cock against your pussy from over Sam’s shoulder, angling his jaw to the side to kiss and nip the bottom of Sammy’s jaw. “Good,” he breathed, “You just let me do all the work.” 
Sam whined and nodded, blinking sluggishly. 
Danny gave his cock a few pumps, twisting loosely at the tip after each pass, the head of him torturously pressing at your entrance. At Sam’s shudder of pleasure, he grinned lightly, slapping Sam’s cock against your clit with a few filthy smacks. 
You gasped, whimpering and arching into it, “Danny- Sam-“ Their names rolling off your tongue instinctively was like sexual whiplash, and you panted, lost for words.
Sam weakly chuckled, lifting his head to peer at you through his lashes. “Yeah, tell me about it.”
Danny nipped at the shell of Sam’s ear playfully, using his thumb as leverage to hold Sam’s length close and snug to your folds. He then rocked into Sam’s ass, forcing Sam’s cock through the tight squeeze and causing a feral moan to slip unrestricted past the boy’s lips. You gasped, tossing your head back as the sudden, focused contact to your clit sparked intensely through your body. You cupped and groped at your tits absent-mindedly as Danny continued to second-hand thrust Sam into you. 
Both boys locked eyes on you hungrily, but you were oblivious, eyes closed and brows tipped up in pleasure from the steady rubbing of the ridge of Sam's head against your clit. Moaning weakly, you pinched your own nipple, head lolling to the side. “Yes,” you whined, “Fuck yes, oh my god…”
Danny growled near Sam’s ear, abandoning your combined groins. He brought his hand at Sam’s hip up to wrap around the front of Sam’s throat, a sight that stole your breath as you fluttered your eyes open. Sam hoarsely keened as Danny opened his mouth and licked a hot, filthy line from the base of Sam’s neck to his jaw, sealing the move with hot open-mouthed kisses to Sam’s jaw and cheek, finally meeting Sam’s lips hungrily in a sloppy, feral kiss. 
Squeezing his throat cautiously, Sam encouraged him with a cut-off groan, sucking on his tongue. Danny moaned, his grip tightening at both sides of his neck, parting from Sam’s lips to mumble, “Want me to fuck your ass?” 
Sam’s knees buckled, Danny’s hand shooting from his neck to wrap around his middle again in support, a breathy humorless chuckle at the wanton reaction. 
Sam gulped, his eyes wide and dark as he opened them, fixing them on Danny’s face. “Fuck me,” he rasped, “Fuck me right into her pussy, Daddy.”
Danny’s nostrils flared, his jaw falling open, and he breathed so quiet against Sam’s lips, “Oh god-“
With your front row seat to their little show, you felt lightheaded with desire. Equally desperate as Sam to get Danny’s cock in his ass, you took it upon yourself to reach over to the nightstand, fumbling and grasping the bottle of lube and presenting it to Danny like a present. 
Danny took it with shaky hands, shooting you a fucked-out smile of thanks. You smiled back, biting your lip as Danny kissed Sam’s shoulder, then guided him forward overtop of you on his hands. 
Sam met your eyes as Danny flipped open the cap behind him, giving you a lazy, dirty grin. You smirked, taking one of his hands and using it to grope your breast. Sam’s fingers molded around the curve of it, licking his lips hungrily as Danny began slicking up his own cock. The slick wet noises got your heart racing with arousal, and Sam clearly felt it too, as he dove forward and captured your nipple between his pouted, kiss swollen lips. You gasped, burying your fingers in his silky hair as he sucked at you. 
You felt his groan acutely, vibrating sparks of pleasure to your core, as Danny’s lubed up fingers slipped between Sam’s cheeks. He pressed one finger inside Sam’s hole, not wasting any time and slipping in all the way in one smooth motion, and Sam abandoned your boobs as his mouth fell open with a loud, wanton moan, the side of his face smacking bonelessly against your sternum. 
Danny grunted lowly, eyes flickering between his finger encased in Sam’s tight heat and your disheveled faces, hair clinging to both your foreheads with sweat. 
He pumped his finger slowly in and out, then curled it towards the root of Sam’s cock, and the bassist whined, high-pitched and drawn out against your breast, “Fuuuuuuuuuck, Danny!” 
You stroked and pet Sam’s head as Danny slipped a second finger in alongside the first, fingering him a little faster and targeting that sweet little spot inside Sam’s body. High in his throat, Sam let out a choked cry, biting down gently into the flesh of your breast, making you hiss. 
Muffled around his mouthful of your boob, Sam weakly pleaded, “Please, baby, fuck me!”
Danny groaned at his begging, his eyes shooting closed as he bit his lip hard, rutting against Sam’s ass cheek. 
“You ready for me, pretty boy?” he rumbled. 
Sam sobbed out a quiet moan, nodding into your chest as he squeezed your tits in his hands, effectively smothering his blushing face in your cleavage. “Mhmm,” he mumbled. “Do it.”
Danny grasped himself, slapping his own slick cock against Sam’s wet, lubed up entrance a few times, before lining up and pressing his head past the tight ring of Sam’s hole. 
They both groaned in sync, Danny’s relieved, deep groan pairing harmoniously with Sam’s whimpered, pathetic, pleading one. The sounds they made, the visual of Danny’s pleasure-wracked face, the sweaty, submissive boy clinging to you like a shaking leaf, all of it reduced you to a feral, desperate mess of arousal. Pinned as you were beneath them both, you felt it as Danny rocked tentatively into Sam, pulling out and pushing in a little further with each thrust. Sam’s soft cries climbed up in register each time, until his voice sounded feminine and so deliciously submissive, you weren’t sure how Danny hadn’t already lost it and coated his walls already. You felt near the precipice of an orgasm as it was, and you’d hardly even been touched yet. 
Danny slowed his thrusts, his jaw clenching with restraint as he gripped Sam’s hips. He licked his lips and bent forward, his arm snaking around Sam’s waist again, and taking his leaking erection in hand. 
“Baby?” your boyfriend softly called, and you reached down readily, brushing his hand affectionately and helping him guide Sam’s cock to your entrance.
"Okay," you confirmed shakily. You were losing your mind, you felt so ready to be filled. 
Danny braced himself, and Sam flexed forward flexibly, allowing Danny to push forward into Sam, which in turn, pushed Sam fully into you, all in one slick smooth motion. 
“Sammy, fuck-“ your jaw fell open loosely, panting and bucking into him as Danny retreated them both and fucked back into you exploratively. 
Sam’s lips parted with a steady, unintelligible stream of filth, moaning and keening as Danny used him like his own personal toy, pushing and withdrawing from your soaking core in an uncoordinated, but incredibly erotic and nonetheless enjoyable dance. 
Slowly, with a bit of fumbling, the three of you found a rhythm that worked, similar to the first night, but instead of Sammy holding himself still and getting fucked from both sides, you and Danny limited your movements to a light rolling motion, and Sam rocked himself back and forth, both fucking himself into you, and back around Danny’s pulsing cock. 
“God Sammy- uh- fuck, so tight, babe,” Danny praised, his voice rough and strained through his pants. 
Sam whined, his shaking muscles driving his hips forward and back on pure, animal instinct. “Please, please please pleasepleaseplease…”
Danny’s grip on his hips tightened in response, and you and Sam both benefited when he used his leverage to guide Sam’s pelvis faster and harder, jerking his body back and forth between you and Danny like a game of sexual tug of war. 
Your mouth hung open loosely, losing your composure quickly as the combined physical pleasure, the angelic view of both god-like men above you, and the filth of the whole situation in general spurred you on. 
"I've never felt so fucking good in my life," Sam pathetically whined, "This was-" he gasped, "w-was all I could thing about, since the first time."
Danny moaned, his head tipping back as he drove himself deeper into Sam.
Sam was forced forward onto his elbows, and as he balanced himself, he looked up, making glazed-over eye contact with you. “Baby, I need you to cum, please fucking cum for me,” he choked out, begging you with his eyes, “His cock, it's so fuckin' good- ahh! I’m so fucking-“ he cried out a short jerky wail, “s-so fucking c-close, please.”
You wiggled your arm between your bodies, relieving the ache his words brought on with your fingers, cirling and rubbing frantically over your clit and nodding desperately, staring Sam in the eyes as your orgasm built. “Gonna-“ you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as Danny’s hips jerked hard against you both, “…gonna cum, you’re so good, such a good boy for us, Sammy, so good, just keep- don’t stop, Sammy, fuck-“ 
Danny reared back, slamming into Sam harder, earning a loud, unabashed cry of his name from Sam’s chest, and Danny growled animalistically, smacking Sam’s ass hard, twice, in quick succession. The sting of the slaps, and the subsequent tight squeeze to the abused flesh in Danny’s wide, veiny hand, sent you careening over the edge. 
Your desperate, high-pitched cries of ecstasy drew groans from both boy’s chests, and your trembling, clenching walls squeezing so tight around Sam’s cock as it was sent pumping unforgivingly into you, sent Sam over the edge right after you, his wet release pooling hot, forbidden and dirty inside you, his own cries washing over you as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.
Danny, despite his dwindling resolve to hold off, lost himself in Sam’s clenching, pulsing heat, and in the hazy chorus of his two lover’s combined sounds of pleasure, he gave into the pleasure and spilled, hard and hot into Sam’s tight wet walls with a groan that shook his chest. 
He barely held himself up long enough to slip carefully out of Sam, then collapsed at your side, completely spent. Sammy pulled out next, whimpering at the overstimulating drag against his sensitive, slowly softening cock, and rolled just slightly to the side, laying himself mostly still on top of you. 
Danny rolled himself weakly onto his side, not bothering to open his eyes as he panted, curling into your side and wrapping his arm over your tummy, holding you close to him. Sam’s knee hitched up over your hips, his calf resting between your thighs as he, too, caught his breath in the cavern of your neck. 
Your eyes drooped closed, your entire body feeling floaty and relaxed, the tension of the day, quite literally, fucked out of you. 
Sammy’s arm, draped over your ribcage, blindly groped for Danny’s forearm, curling his long fingers around it, and Danny hummed his appreciation quietly, his arm extending a little further against your stomach to squeeze his hand around Sam’s thigh. 
As you laid there, endorphins making your entire body feel light, buzzed, happy and safe, you smiled to yourself, simply existing in the moment, in this space between your favorite boys in the world. 
Sam lazily kissed your shoulder, nuzzling further into your skin as he sighed contentedly. Danny’s chin tucked against his chest, his mouth pressed into your hair while his soft, evened out breaths fanned it out gently. 
Danny broke the silence first, humming softly, the sound shifting to a soft groan as he stretched his legs down the bed, settling back into place. “That was… incredible.”
You smiled wide, eyes still closed as you hummed your agreement, turning just enough to nuzzle into his sweaty curls that clung to his forehead, pressing a loving kiss there.
Sam remained silent, which, even if you only knew Sam for ten minutes, you’d be acutely aware of how unusual that was. You looked down at him, unable to see his face from where it was buried in your shoulder, so you shifted up on your side, settling down little-spoon style against Danny’s chest as you scooted down to level with his face. 
You soothed a hand down his side, admiring the softness of his flawless skin and smiling fondly at his pretty, boyish face, which blinked up at you almost shyly. 
“No sassy remark?” you teased quietly, your eyes crinkling fondly as you reached up to cup his cheek. 
Sam grinned lopsidedly, lowering his gaze to the sheets beneath you, his fingers fiddling with a wrinkle in them. “Nah… I’m sure one’ll come to me, though.” 
You giggled under your breath, nodding lightly. “Good, good.”
His eyes lifted to yours, big and brown and sweet, more innocent than you’d ever seen him. He stole your breath for a moment, so stunningly perfect that you couldn’t quite fathom your own luck, to bask in his beauty. 
He smiled faintly under your enveloping, warm gaze, that crooked smile widening. “Hi,” he breathed, a soft chuckle following. 
“Hi,” you returned, quiet and affectionate.
Behind you, Danny leaned up on his shoulder, resting the side of his face against your cheek, both of you admiring him. 
Sam’s cheeks pinkened as he grinned shyly, “What?”
In an uncharecteristically shy move, Danny tucked his chin into your cheek, keeping his eyes on Sam as he kissed and mumbled against your cheek, “You’re so pretty, Sammy.”
The heat from Danny’s flushed cheeks mirrored Sam’s own blush, and Sam giggled quietly, wrinkling his nose as he lazily dismissed him with a swat of his hand. “Says the literal Greek God."
Danny giggled adorably, blushing harder and making your heart clench with love.
You wedged your hand under Sam’s other cheek, pulling his head toward yours and smiling as you kissed his lips softly. Sam melted into your gentle kiss, your hands on his face, accepting and returning the gentle affection. 
The moment you released him from the kiss, Danny leaned over you and tilted his chin up. He smiled, devastatingly sweet and handsome in your side-view of him, and he flickered his eyes from Sam’s curious gaze and his mouth, leaning forward and taking his turn at Sam’s lips. Sam kissed him back readily, his eyes fluttering closed. 
You continued to pet his cheek lovingly as they basked in the slow push and pull of each other’s lips, and as soon as they separated, you completed the triangle by capturing your boyfriends mouth, smiling happily against his lips. 
Danny pulled away after a moment, slowly blinking his eyes open. He bit his lip, boyishly smiling between you and Sam, and you giggled softly, the laughter catching on as Sam chuckled, and soon the three of you were laying together in a heap of seratonin-high giggles. 
Calming down, you sighed happily.
Then Danny’s stomach growled. Loudly. 
Any semblance of peace was thrown out the window, all three of you dissolving into laughter again as Danny blushed and rolled onto his back. 
“Shut up,” he groaned, chuckling, “I haven’t eaten since nine this morning!”
Sam leaned up on his elbow, giggling at him, “Who’s fault is that, mr. come-in-for-a-drink?” 
You snorted and Danny’s jaw dropped playfully at him, “I was literally about to make lunch when you kissed me!”
You pursed your lips in a silent, ‘oooo!’, turning your gaze back to Sam in amusement. 
“Hey, nuh-uh, you kissed me first, Wagner,” he poked Danny’s shoulder with a sassy raised eyebrow.
You giggled, and Danny looked at you with wide disbelieving eyes, whispering, “He’s full of shit.” Turning to Sam, he repeated louder, “You’re full of shit!”
Sam snickered, shrugging and rolling on his back, lacing his fingers on his chest. “Whatever you say, kissy-pants.”
You snorted, “Kissy pants?” you rolled your head to face Sam incredulously. 
He grinned at you innocently, shrugging. 
Danny rolled his eyes and sat up, moving to climb off the bed. “You’re such a dork,” he said, affectionately exasperated as he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from the dresser. Sam smirked shyly as he eyed Danny’s naked back, and subsequently blushed when you tapped the tip of his nose and winked, letting him know you caught him checking out his ass, then climbed off the bed and walked to the closet.
Sam smiled wide, despite the redness colouring his cheeks, and he kept his heart-eyes on your back as he answered Danny softly, “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”
Your face softened inside the cover of the closet, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt as you pulled a sundress off the hanger.
Danny’s hands paused within the drawer, a goofy smile making its way over his face as he distractedly pawed through shirts. “…Oh yeah?”
Sam hauled his boxers back on, biting his lip as he came up behind Danny, touching a shy hand to his side. Danny turned around, and you watched, smoothing your dress over your head from the doorway of the closet, as Danny pulled Sam’s hips flush to his. Sam grew endearingly flustered, his hands resting tentatively on Danny’s bare chest, as Danny brushed his nose against Sam’s. 
“Yeah,” Sammy murmured, looking up into Danny’s eyes, losing his breath. 
Danny playfully nipped at Sam’s lip before pecking a gentle kiss to his lips. 
He shyly kept his eyes trained on Sam’s mouth as he quietly returned, “Well I’m yours too.”
Sam chewed on his lip, and he turned his head searchingly in your direction, his face relaxing and softening fondly when he saw you, making your heart flush with affection and the reassurance you felt at his clinginess.
He held an arm out to you, and Danny smiled wider, nodding you over. You stepped into their arms, leaning your head on Sam’s shoulder. Out of your sight, Sam blinked down at the crown of your head in surprise, warmth spreading through his chest at how you’d subconsciously come to him just as readily as you came to Danny. 
Danny let his forehead lean against Sam’s again, and you straightened, kissing Sam’s cheek sweetly. Sam’s heart fluttered, overwhelmed with the double-teamed touches, and as he looked at you, still leaning the side of his forehead against Danny’s, he said quietly through the close space, “…I’m yours, too.” 
You brought your hands up to lace over his shoulder, lifting on your toes to kiss his cheek again, trailing your lips to his jaw and smiling shyly against his skin. “I’m yours too, baby,” you whispered. “I’m yours, just like I’m Danny’s.”
Danny nodded lightly, and Sam sucked on his bottom lip, eyes flickering between you both when he lifted his head straight. 
“So… uh,” he swallowed, blushing, then cracking into a bashful smile. 
You smiled wide at his shyness, tilting your head encouragingly. 
“What is it?” Danny reassuringly asked with a hand on his shoulder, thumbing at both his shoulder and at your hip subconsciously, a rush of warmth swirling in your chest. 
Sam rocked from the ball of his foot to his heels, playing off his shyness as his usual goofy playfulness. “Well, if I’m yours, and you’re mine, and I’m yours,” he nodded at you, grinning wider, “and you’re mine…” 
You giggled, raising your brows impatiently, “Yeah?”
Sam smirked at the floor, “Well, I was just thinking that, you know, that sounds a lot like I’m your guys’ boyfriend, doesn’t it?”
You felt your heart turning to a mushy puddle as the adorable question registered. “Oh,” you giggled breathlessly, certain your face was the picture of sappy joy.
Danny cooed quietly, nudging his hip sweetly against Sam’s. “It does, huh,” he nodded, matter-of-factly before cracking a wide grin. 
Sam shrugged one shoulder, his tongue poking in his cheek as he grinned to himself, nodding at the floor bashfully. When he lifted his gaze, he met your eyes, and your smile stretched even wider, grabbing his face and pulling him into a sweet, enthusiastic kiss. Sam cooed in surprise, immediately falling into the kiss and sighing against your lips. His hand came up to cup your cheek, holding you in place. 
Then Danny’s nose brushed against both your cheeks, squishing his way in and making you both separate and burst into giggles, Danny cracking up too. 
You giggled, “Wait, lets try, come back.”
Your boys’ smiling faces drew nearer again, and you wrapped your hands around the backs of their heads, pulling them into a short, strange, but cute little three-way kiss, pulling back from it with blushing cheeks and wide, bashful smiles. 
“Huh,” Danny nodded, shrugging. Sam’s eyes closed fondly as he dropped his head forward against Danny’s chest, his hand still smoothing back from your cheek into your hair, lacing into it and scratching affectionately. 
You leaned your head into Danny’s shoulder, feeling a surge of love when his strong arms wrapped around both you and Sam, holding you both into a tight hug. 
Softly, you mumbled into Danny’s upper arm, “Let’s go get some food.”
They hummed their agreement, two low, rumbly tones that felt very right together. 
Sam lifted his head then, grinning at the two of you and wiggling his eyebrows. “Our first date!"
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Melody from the Heart
have not written fanfic in a long while :') but Danny has my heart in an iron-grip
Danny (Evil Dead Rise) x fem!reader
Warnings: PURE FLUFF; swearing
Both are 21 and in college at a state university
Events in the film did not happen
Word count = 625 words
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It was a cozy late afternoon. Orange light from the sky was bleeding in from the windows, showering the room in soft hues. Right after class, Danny invited you to join in for a family dinner with his mom, Ellie, and sisters, Kassie and Bridget. Danny is at his mixing desk composing new beats for an upcoming gig at a nearby bar this weekend. Just another way to earn money, he says.
You would always tag along in his gigs, even though it ended at ungodly hours in the morning. Sometimes, it happens on class days, leaving you scrambling to catch your 8AM class, functioning on only two hours of sleep. It was well worth it. You love listening to his music, and the vibe he exudes when onstage is unmatched, a little smirk playing on his lips. He just looks so good up there.
He also looks good now with a look of concentration as he arranges the notes to his desired beats and melodies. Most afternoons are spent like this: you relaxing on his bed, either reading a book or catching up on schoolwork, and him over his turntable, head bobbing and body moving to the beat or brows furrowed in frustration because the sound doesn’t sound right.
He likes to keep his music a surprise from you. But, he also enjoys listening to his music from the speakers to get the feel of it reverberating throughout the room, even though, you both wanted to spend time together just relaxing in the same space. No need for words, just being in each other’s presence. So, you compromised. You owned a good pair of noise-canceling headphones and spent the whole afternoon on his bed while he worked in the background. Problem solved. You can’t hear a peep from his works.
Sometimes, you catch each other’s eyes and just smile at each other, then resume working again. It’s your own system, and it works.
Fuck. I am so in love with this guy.
You felt a soft tap on your shoulder.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” You smile.
“I want to show you something.” Mesmerized by Danny’s soft smile, butterflies started fluttering within your chest. Your relationship has been ongoing for a little over a year now. Still, your feelings go into overdrive whenever he shows you that damned smile.
“Okay.” Taking his hand, you let him lead you to a comfy chair beside his set-up.
“I– I really hope you like it.” His hands fidget on his shirt. You take his hand.
“Danny, I’m telling you now, whatever it is. I will absolutely love it.”
The song played was soft and sweet, with an intermingling sound from a piano and guitar. You recognized the lyrics were reminiscing your story together, all that happened within the past year of your relationship. His own love letter to you: one that replied to the feelings you poured onto your own letter when you confessed. You sat there, eyes misty with tears, as the song ended. Danny looked at you, and all you could reply was a soft kiss on his lips, heart swelling with overflowing love for this man.
“That was perfect. Thank you.”
“I realized I never gave you a reply from last time.” Danny sheepishly said. Your eyebrow rose, arms enveloping his waist.
“Baby, I didn’t need one; what we have going is enough of a reply. I love you and your family. And we practically live together if we ignore all of Bridget’s eye-rolling and Kassie’s teasing. But thank you for the song. I really appreciate it.”
“I love you, too.” His soft smile again.
He leaned in for a kiss, and you gladly reciprocated. Both of you softly sway to your song, looping in the background.
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dannydms-ie · 10 months
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I NEED DANNY FAN FICTION A S A P!!!! IM GONNA GO CLINICALLY BONKERS !!!!!!
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ageofbajabule · 9 months
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Roommates | Chapter 4
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Danny x F! Reader
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: SMUT ✰ 18+, Angst, Arguing, Degrading Kink, Oral (M receiving), Rough/Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink.
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Morning came pretty quickly. Especially after crying yourself to sleep after last night's events. You had gotten up early enough to shower and help Josie gather the last of her things before dropping her off at the airport for her flight home.
“You have everything you need.” You finished zipping up Josie’s luggage. “I believe I do.” She turned to face you, sniffling. “Don’t you dare start…” You giggled softly feeling tears build up.
“I can’t help it, I’m not just leaving my best friend. I’m also leaving my brother…” She started to cry softly, embracing you quickly. You hugged her back crying with her. “Hey, it’s not like we won’t see each other. We can always make the time to visit one another…” You sniffled, rubbing her back.
“Yeah I know, just leaving is always the hardest part.” She pulled away, wiping her tears. “It always is.” You smiled softly, wiping your own tears. “Come on. Let’s get everything in the car before Danny starts yelling at us for being behind.” You laughed softly, grabbing one of Josie’s luggage.
Josie grabbed her other luggage and followed behind you, walking outside to Danny’s car piling everything in the trunk. “Got everything?” Danny was standing beside Josie. “That’s everything.” She smiled softly, “Well let’s get going.” He smiled and got into the driver seat, you let Josie take the passenger seat next to Danny as you opted to sit in the back.
The drive over was filled with laughter and music. Talking about what Josie’s plans were when she got home and when Danny would be flying up to visit his parents.
When you all had arrived at the airport, you helped unload the car and walked with Josie up until just before the security checkpoint. “Well this is where I leave you both…” She sighed softly, and pulled you in for a hug. You hugged her back tightly. “Text me everyday. You can even call whenever you want.” You felt the tears forming again. “I will Bug.” You giggled at the nickname, she gave it to you when you first met in college.
Josie pulled away from you, then Danny engulfed her into a bear hug. “Tell mom and dad I love them, and I’ll see them soon…” He sniffled to her, rubbing her back. “I will Danny, but please call them. They miss you.” Josie started to cry as she hugged Danny tightly one last time, before letting go. That’s when you started to cry, “Have a safe flight…” You smiled softly. Josie nodded and smiled, “I will let you know when I land.”
“I love you.” You and Danny said in unison to Josie. Making you both laugh softly, “I love you guys too.” Then Josie made her way through security and that was the last you would see her for a bit…
The drive home was silent. Danny hadn’t spoken a word to you. Ever since last night, all you could think of was how angry he was and the things he said to you. How could he be like that? What did you ever do to be treated that way? And you were really worried about how he’ll react when he finds out you’ll be helping them out on tour.
Once arriving home you immediately got out of Danny’s car making your way to the house going inside and making your way to your bedroom. You didn’t want to face him any more today than you already have. You just didn’t know what to say to him after last night, or how to approach him about anything. It felt like you wouldn’t ever get through to him, as if he was blocked off. You had remembered Josie mentioning when he went through his breakup with Jasmine, and it was pretty rough for him. But he swore it didn’t “bother” him as he stated to Josie.
The truth to that though was, it definitely had bothered him. His mood and the way he acted changed. It’s like something in him had switched. And Josie had brought it to your attention. She wishes there was something she could do to remove the hurt from him, but the damage was too far gone. Was Danny fixable? Would he ever love again?
The house was just dead silent. No music, no chatting and no drums playing. Just dead silence, not even a chirp from a bird disrupted the silence. You felt like you were now in a hellscape, and were trapped for all eternity.
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It had been like that for 3 weeks…
Tour started in 5 days, and you had been given all the assignments to set up the guys transportation and accommodation. You were very nervous as to how they would react when they found out you were going to be working for them. But at the same time you didn’t really care. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and your boss has put it in your hands to show your hard work.
Of course you weren’t nervous of screwing things up, you had half of the assignments done within the first week. Then completed the rest the following week. You were nervous of Danny. He still hasn’t made an effort to speak with you the night of the party. And you haven’t exactly made the effort yourself… But he was the one who has been treating you like you were nothing. Your stubborn self didn’t want to be the first one to talk about it. He should be the one to address the issue if anything.
There was going to be a meeting today, with all of the guys addressing any last minute concerns and discussing all information they should be aware of. You were completely nervous and wanted to shelter yourself, but it was time to face them all.
You had followed behind some of your colleagues entering into the meeting room and taking a seat. The guys hadn’t shown up yet, as they tended to run behind as usual. But what fun would it be if they weren’t running behind.
That’s when you heard the door click open and revealed Josh entering first, followed by Jake, Sam, then lastly Danny…
The first three were surprised and smiling, whereas Danny shot you a glare then looked in a different direction.
“Y/N! Why didn’t you tell us you’d be joining us on the tour?” Josh said with excitement in his voice. “I wanted to surprise you guys… And besides I wanted to get my work done before you all found out so there were no distractions.” You smiled softly.
“Well, we’re happy to have you a part of the team! It’ll be fun.” Sam had smiled over you as they sat across from you. “Thank you, it means a lot.” You smiled, opening your folder to pull papers out. “So, our first show is in Nashville. I’ve planned out your stay, the rides to and from the venue as well as sound check and an interview.” They all nodded reading the pamphlets.
“I do have everything else figured out as well. Those pamphlets I will hand you before every trip we leave for. I will be on a separate tour bus than you guys. But will be on the same hotel floor as you all in case you need anything. My phone number is there in case something happens or something needs to be adjusted, taken care of. Whatever it is, I’m there.” You smiled at them all.
“And it’s also my duty to make sure you guys are all a little bit active on your socials to get the fans to engage more and boost publicity. That’s the main reason I’m on this tour. As I’m a social media manager. So I will be helping you all.” The guys nodded in response.
“So wait, we have to post daily?” Danny chimed in, “Well not daily, but a little more than usual. Like every other day would suffice.” You smiled at him. He then nodded, “Well I think that is everything I need to cover on my end of things. Unless you all have any other questions?” You looked into the guy’s direction, but they were all good and didn’t have questions for you.
“Okay, so I will be parting my way out of here. We’ll be in touch, and see you all in a few days.” You got up from your seat flashing them a quick smile before leaving the room. As you made your way back to your work space, you dove your nose right into work for the rest of the day, finishing up any last assignments before heading out on the road for the next month or two.
Soundcheck and first day of the tour was here. You were absolutely thrilled and nervous at the same time about everything. You had already arrived at the venue before the guys, making sure all of their equipment was set up and all present.
Within the next 15 minutes you heard a van pull up and doors slamming shut. You heard some of the guys bickering with one another. “Well if you didn’t drink so much last night, you wouldn’t be dying of a hangover Daniel.” You heard Sam’s voice, “Oh fuck off Sam. Like you’ve never had too much to drink before.” Then the guys walked up to you. “Rough morning?” You smiled at the four of them softly.
Josh laughed as the other two snickered. “You could say that…” Sam smiled at you, as Danny gave you a glaring look. “Okay, so everything is here, and set up to your standards. Nothing is out of place, and the sound tech guys just finished some touches, so they should be ready for you all to start sound checking.” You smiled, “Right this way guys.” You started walking towards the green rooms, “This is where you guys will be getting ready tonight, I’ll be down the hall if you guys need anything. And the stage is right over here.” You smiled pointing to all the locations for them to see, you stood in front of Jake’s guitar case.
“So I will leave you guys be and start your sound check. I need to make some phone calls for an update on catering tonight and then set up some posts.” You went to walk away. “Hey, thanks Y/N. We appreciate your work.” Jake said to you, smiling softly. “Anytime guys, that’s what I’m here for.” And then you walked off to continue your morning duties.
Danny’s POV
You watched her walk away, as you and the guys put on your sound equipment and gathered your drum sticks walking onto the stage. “Dude why did they have to pick her to work for us on this tour…” You complained to Sam. “I honestly don’t understand what your issue is with her man. She’s a great person, and Josie wouldn’t be friends with her if she wasn’t.” He patted your back. “I’m not quite sure what it is either…” You sighed to yourself, sitting on your pedestal, giving the drum pedal a few taps, and testing the drums and cymbals.
“Uh, we should start with Built By Nations, go into Light My Love and then wrap it up with Sacred The Thread?” You asked the guys, they nodded in agreement as you waited for Jake to start strumming the familiar tune. And you started to play your heart out. The feeling was unlike any other, when it came to your drums you felt like you were the only one there. But you weren’t, you were there with your brothers and best friends. And later tonight you would be performing in front of thousands of fans.
Sound check went well overall for everyone. Sam adjusted a bit of his bass settings as he said something was off about it during sound check. You decided to check your phone, and immediately came across Jasmine making yet again another indirect story about you. You chewed the inside of your lip, you had unfollowed her socials but lingered around to keep tabs on her. You know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help it.
You have been trying to move on, but haven’t been very successful to say the least. Yeah sure you’ve had plenty of hookups, but you were feeling out of touch with reality…
And lately it’s been taking a toll on you. And your potential friendship with Y/N. Josie had been on your ass ever since she left to go back home, asking you to work on your relationship with her, but you just had so much going on you didn’t care to. What could possibly be so great about it all? What was truly the point, it’s not like she had liked you, especially with how you’ve been treating her ever since she arrived here.
Maybe you were selfish and wanted to just be alone. Or maybe you had been longing for something that you weren’t sure you’d ever find again…
The rest of the day was filled with some interviews with the local magazines and radio stations to speak about the upcoming tour and new album. It was a busy day to say the least. Eventually you guys had made your way back to the venue to get ready, you headed to the cafeteria where the catering was held. Just your standard catering food options. With a selection of vegan food as well for Sam and such.
You had watched Y/N talking with one of the new crew members. He was relatively around your age, and wasn’t too bad looking. And seemed to find an interest in her, which started to make you feel threatened. You weren’t exactly sure why, but you couldn’t look anymore as you saw her laugh at the conversation they were having. Why weren’t you the one making her laugh? What does he have that I don’t?
Sam had come up behind you, “Staring much man…” He chuckled lightly patting your back, startling you. “What, uh no.” You laughed nervously. “I was just observing…” You grabbed your food, and made your way to a small table. Sam laughed softly, “Yeah observing Y/N…” He whispered as he sat across from you with his plate of food. “Listen man, don’t say nothing…” You gave him a glare. “Why would I say anything? I’m your best friend aren’t I?” He threw his hands up. And you nodded, “Yes, yes you are. I just don't know what's going on with me… Ever since…” “Daniel. You need to move on.” He had cut you off. “Sam, it's not that easy.”
“You’re making it harder for yourself. And besides, how long now? What’s holding you back?” He started to eat his salad, “I don’t know. I feel like I’m not relationship material? Maybe I’m not worthy.” You used your fork as you played with your food. “Is that what you think, or is that how Jasmine made you feel…” He looked at you, examining you for a moment. Sam had been there for you when it all went down. “Sometimes… I feel.” “Daniel. You’re not a fuck up. You’re a great guy. I’m sure any woman, or man. Whichever you prefer, would be lucky to have you. Just be you. You’ll find that spark.” He smiled at you. “Yeah, I guess you’re right…” You gave him a reassuring smile as you began to finally eat.
After having dinner, you headed back to your dressing room getting changed into your new stage outfit. And having your makeup done by Sarah, and she applied rhinestones as well to your face. “Thank you.” You smiled at her, “Of course Danny, you and Josh make it pleasant to do this.” She giggled softly as she left your room to go and do Josh’s makeup. You sighed softly sitting on the couch in your green room as you waited to be called for the 5 minute warning. You overheard Y/N talking with the guy from earlier.
“So are you single…” The guy had asked, “Uh yeah… But I’ve just been focusing on my career at the moment…” She had responded to him. You felt some type of relief from her response. “Well, that doesn't mean you can’t go on a date.” He chuckled softly. “Yeah but, this is work. And relationships in the workplace don’t go well.” She laughed nervously. “Well how about we just hang out casually then?” “I’d like that…” You felt your heart sink, wanting to throw something at the wall. But you stayed silent sitting there. You didn’t want her to know you heard the conversation.
That’s when Josh and the other guys entered the room, “Hey man. Are you ready!” They smiled, pouring shots for everyone, it was a normal routine for you all. You had smiled at Josh, “Ready than ever.” You chuckled softly, picking up your shot. “Here’s to kick off the most badass tour…” Jake had said. You all cheered and downed your shots. That’s when she entered the room, “Okay guys! Time to start making way to the stage.” She smiled excitedly, causing a fire to ignite in you. You let the guys out first and followed behind them, that’s when you heard her footsteps behind you.
“Good luck Danny.” She spoke softly. “Thanks…” You gave her a light smile, continuing to walk to the stage.
You twirled the drum stick between your fingers, taking a seat at your kit, hearing the fans chanting for you guys as the curtain was in place. Then Jake starts playing his riff making the crowd go wild, you start pounding the drums then the curtain falls.
The energy is unlike anything. The crowd was loud, and the sound you guys made together was gold. You were happy to be back on stage, enjoying what you love most with your brothers.
In between songs you would check the side stage for her. Hoping she was watching you play, and to your surprise she was. But he was next to her, inches apart from one another as they watched you guys perform. You turned your head back to the crowd playing more aggressively than before. Making the girls in the crowd go wild. You fed off of the high that it gave you. You started playing in a way that should catch her eye, but it didn’t. She was caught in conversation with him.
You asked for a drink through the little set up you guys had, and one of the crew members brought you a drink. “Hey, put that guy over there to work. I’m sure there is something around here that needs to be done.” You said in a stern tone to your crew. He nodded and walked off telling him to do something. You just want him away from her, and out of your sight.
The rest of the show went well. You took a shot with a fan, and gave out a couple drumsticks, then made it backstage to find her standing there. You walked past her in a pissed off mood, making it known to her, you ignored her as she tried to start a conversation with you. “Danny, Danny!” You heard her running after you.
You walked into your dressing room, slamming the door shut behind you.
Her POV
You followed behind Danny until he slammed the door in your face. “First of all, that’s fucking rude. And secondly, open the goddamn door!” You jiggle the handle, trying to open it. But Danny is holding it shut from the other side. “Danny, what the fuck is your issue?” You pounded on the door. “Hell-“ The door opens, “What is it Y/N? What is so goddamn important right now. Wouldn’t you rather be up what’s his face’s ass.” He was angry, sweat running down his chest.
“His name is Gabe, and no. I’m not even interested in him. Dude won’t leave me alone.” You exclaimed to him. Closing the door shut behind you. Leaving it to be you two in the room.
“Are you sure about that, because you seemed to have loved his attention earlier…” Danny moved closer to you. “Did you not just hear me, the guy wouldn’t leave me alone.” You looked at him pissed off, “Don’t get cocky with me princess…” He said sternly, lifting your chin with his hand. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded.” He clicked his tongue. “I didn’t even do any-“ Whack You felt a sting on your ass. “What did I say?” He growled at you.
You looked him in the eyes, “Don’t get cocky with you…” You mumbled, he smacked your ass again, definitely leaving a red print now. You bit your lip suppressing a moan. “If you listen… Then you’ll get rewarded. If you don’t then you get nothing and have to watch me get off.” He smirked, placing his hand against your throat. “Now are you gonna shut up and listen?” You nodded, “Words princess. Use your words.” He looked at you. “Yes, Sir.” “Good.” He moved his hand down to your waist.
He went to lift your shirt up, “First of all, we need all this off.” He smirked, helping you remove your shirt. You stripped your clothes off, leaving you bare in front of him. “So beautiful princess…” He trailed off, kissing your lips softly, then placing kisses along your jawline. Moving his one hand down your tummy, then running his fingers across your clit gathering your arousal. “Is all this for me, or for Gabe.” He said his name coldly, like he was dead.
“For y-you…” Your breath hitched as he rubbed slow circular motions against your clit. “That’s right, it’s all mine.” He smirked at you, “Pathetic really… He doesn’t get to devour this pussy like I do…”
“P-please…” You whined out to him. “Please what?” He purred in your ear, biting it softly. “Touch me…” He chuckled softly to your response. “Oh baby… I’m not gonna touch you just yet. You’re gonna suck daddy’s cock.” He held your face close to his. “On your knees.” He smirked at you, you obeyed his order not wanting to test him just yet. You sat on your knees in front of him, moving your hands up to undo his pants.
He let you take over for now, you removed his pants revealing his hard on that you could see straining against his briefs. You bit your lip looking at him, “Come on…” He looked at you with lust filled eyes. You pulled his briefs down, his cock slapped against his abdomen. He kicked his pants and briefs off the side, stroking himself slowly.
Taking matters into your hands, you took a hold of him in one hand, stroking him slowly and placing your other hand on his hip. He let his head tilt back, letting out a moan. You smirked, seeing the pre-cum on the tip you swipe your tongue across earning another breathy moan from him. He then yanked your hair. “Don’t tease.” He growled at you, “Suck it.”
You wrapped your mouth around him, pushing your head down taking him inch by inch. Tears swelling up in your eyes as you take him in deeper, feeling your lips starting to crack at the sides with how thick he is. You could feel your throat starting to tighten up around him, slowly becoming mad at yourself for not being able to fit him the whole way in.
“C’mon baby. You can do better than that” Danny spoke softly, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek in a soothing motion. “Relax your throat for me” , taking a deep breath through your nose, trying not to gag. “That’s a good girl.”
You continued to work through it, using your other hand to stroke him as you continued to swirl tongue around him. You pulled back making a pop sound. “Fuck…” Danny groaned, grabbing your chin making you look at him. “Get on all four, on the couch.” He let go of your chin, signaling for you to move.
You nodded moving to the couch, sitting on your knees and hands like he demanded. You felt his hands run over your ass, gripping your ass before smacking it with his one hand. Earning a moan from you, he moved his face close to your ear. “You're gonna be a good girl for daddy, right?” You nodded, and he pulled your hair making you look back at him. “Use your words.”
“Yes, daddy.” You bit your lip from the stinging feeling of him pulling your hair. He let go, letting your head fall. “Good.” He ran his fingers across your entrance, collecting your slick. “Just begging for my touch…” He smirked to himself. You pushed yourself against him for friction. “Please…” You whined.
“What was that baby?” He rubbed circles on your clit with his fingers. “Please, fuck me…” You begged for him. “You’re not being very convincing…” He swatted at your pussy. You moaned at his action, “Please Danny. I want your cock inside of me.” You pressed against him again, “So needy…” He grabbed a hold of your hips, then took his hand wrapping it around his cock teasing you as he pressed slowly into your entrance.
“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll find-“ Then Danny slammed into you earning a yelp from you as you felt the sting of him stretching you out. “Fuck!” You yelled out, biting your lips holding back tears. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He snapped his hips harder as he thrusted deep inside of you. “N-nothing…” You gasped from the feeling of him buried in you.
“You think he can fuck you better?” He wrapped his hand into your hair, pulling you back. He kept his other hand on your hip holding you in place as he kept pounding harder making lewd sounds in the green room. “No…” You whined out.
“Whose pussy is this?” He growled out, “Y-yours…” You moaned out gripping the cushion of the couch. “Say it. Say my name.” He smacked your ass, thrusting faster. “It’s yours, Danny!” You screamed, “Fuck…” Your head fell forward as he let go of your hair again.
“That’s what I thought.” He moved his free hand now to start rubbing circles on your clit as you clenched around him. You were on the verge of your orgasm and he could tell. “Come on baby, let me hear you.” He moaned out, as you buried your head into the cushion, as you felt your legs starting to give out.
Feeling how close you are he pulls out, making you whimper at the loss, your flipped around onto your back eyes on the verge of tears, "I told you I want to hear you, only good girls get rewarded." He looked angry, and fucked out.
“I’ll listen… I swear.” You whined for him. He spread your legs, lining himself up with you. As he pushed into you slowly. You moaned as he bottomed out into you. “I need more than that sweetheart.” He pulled your hips closer to him, as he began to snap his hips harder into you. “Fuck…” You moaned out louder, yelling his name. “That’s right baby… Let it out.” He wrapped his hand around your throat lightly, making you watch him fuck you.
You felt yourself clenching around him, as your legs started to feel like jello. “Please Danny…” You whined out, gripping his arm. “Does my pretty girl want to cum?” He smirked at you. You nodded your head, gasping from him pounding into you. “Use your words.” He gripped your throat a little tighter then released slowly. “Please, let me cum on your cock.” You moaned out, your eyes rolling back.
“Atta girl.” He smirked rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusted into you harder. You clenched around him again as you came undone. Feeling him twitch beneath you, “Inside Danny…” You begged for him. He looked at you with lust blown eyes. “You sure…” He questioned you as he felt himself get closer. “Yes… Fill me up.” You moaned out again from the overstimulation.
“Together princess, give me one more…” He groaned, rubbing circles against your clit again. You were already on the brink of another orgasm. “I c-can’t…” You whined out, feeling defeated. “Yes you can. Come on.” He kissed your lips softly, pounding softer than he was before. Taking long strokes as he kept rubbing circles on your clit. You moaned against his lips, feeling him twitch once more as you clenched around him again.
He spilled inside of you, as you came undone around him. Your legs shaking as he finished filling you up. He pulled at slowly as you whimpered from the loss of him. He got on his knees to watch his cum spill out of you. “Look at that beautiful mess…” He chuckled softly, cleaning up with his fingers pressing it back into you. Earning a whine from you.
“You did so well.” He smiled softly, grabbing a clean wet rag to clean you up. You giggled softly, standing up feeling your legs wobble a bit. You picked up your clothes and put them back on. “Maybe I should piss you off more…” You smiled to yourself.
“Are you sure you want to test that out princess?” He smirked at you as he cleaned himself up, and put his street clothes on. “If it gets you to fuck me like that, then yeah.” You giggled softly, watching his expression soften.
“It’s tempting.” He smirked as he finished dressing. You then heard a knock on the door, “Daniel! We have to be on the buses otherwise we’re leaving your ass behind.” Josh yelled through the door. You both looked at each other laughing quietly. “I’ll be out! Just finishing freshening up.” He yelled back to him.
You gathered yourself, fixing your hair in the mirror before getting ready to leave. “Come see me tomorrow?” He pulled your hand. “When we arrive at the hotel, alright?” You smiled softly, “Yeah…” He smiled letting your hand go. “I should probably leave the room first though.” He chuckled softly, you nodded letting him leave as you set his suit on the rack to be packed up to dry clean. You then left his room, bumping into Sam.
“Oh hey, wait. What were you doing in Danny’s room?” He smirked as you felt like you were on the hotspot…
“Anyone ever tell you to mind your business Samuel?” Danny sneered at his best friend, without taking another glance in your direction he left the room abruptly - pulling on the arm of Sam.
“I was just wondering. It’s weird to see you and y/n together.” Sam harshly whispered to his best friend, not knowing that you were still in earshot.
“I know…I’m trying to be friendly. It’ll make it easier for Josie. Don’t look at me like that. I’m not catching feeling, if anything it would just be a quick fuck.”
Swallowing the lump that was rising in your throat - feeling tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you finally closed the door, hoping that the pair of men would hear the click.
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how abt danny w/ flirty reader
YEESSS Sorry it's so short, felt a little rushed
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He gets so flustered when he's Fenton
But oh god, in his ghost... You better watch out
As Phantom, he throws the flirting back harder than you even hit with
Though in his civilian form, he does try
He'll stutter over his words, but it'll eventually come out
He'd be the type to forget the punchline
It's kind of embarrassing, but you think it's cute
You're flirting always comes out of nowhere and always takes him by surprise
He's always expecting it, but at the same time, he's not
He loves puns and they always make him malfunction
Now, if you flirt by telling him he's beautiful or something, he might drop you, so don't do it when he's holding you in the sky [He'll catch you, don't worry.]
Just don't do that and you'll be fine
He's so cute when he's flustered and it just makes it so much easier to flirt with him
Now, if you flirt with him in front of people, he might actually lose his mind
He'll be pouty about it, because he feels embarrassed
He'll get over it, but... he secretly likes it
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✶ ┄ CRAZY TOGETHER
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danny (evil dead rise) x fem!reader
summary: during a quiet lull on that tumultuous night, danny realises this may be one of the last few moments he'll ever spend with his best friend.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: 18+ mdni, nsfw, sexual content, masturbation (fem receiving), mentions of loss of virginity, mentions of panic attacks, possession and death. praise kink if you squint, bittersweet best friends to lovers. mentions of underaged drinking.
A/N: helllooooo, so this is my first ever fic on this blog wowowowowow i'm nervous. i hope you all like it bc i am DOWN BAD for this mfer. pls let me know what you think!! DANNY IS 18 IN THIS.
publishing date ―  may 17th, 2023 |  © rotandguts
Through all the horror and dread that had inevitably arisen from the events of the past few hours, Danny would argue that despite the demonic presence lurking in the hallway - it was the guilt of his own actions that was currently feasting on his soul.
The noises from beyond the bolted door of apartment 85 had grown to a momentary halt, the initial attack keeping everyone still alive on edge. Bridget was in the living room temporarily calming her younger sister Kassie with promises of a doctor coming to help their mother, hesitancy evident within her voice as she struggled to believe the words coming from her own mouth. Her wound on her cheek - as much as she had tried to ignore it - was starting to ache. Beth had been raiding the apartment for something to help her hand that the quick relief of duct tape was unable to provide.
And all this because he found that stupid fucking book.
The thing that was making the empty sick feeling in his gut feel like a stab wound of his own, was your lingering presence in the corner of his room.
You were here because of him. Regardless of the book or not, if he hadn’t insisted you come over that night for pizza you would be sitting across the city in the comfort of your own home right now. You could’ve been with your family when the earthquake happened. Fuck, they don’t even know if you’re alive right now.
Beth could now be heard stomping around all the windows in the apartment, shouting to anyone that could hear her that they needed help.
“What the fuck are we gonna do, Dan?” Your timid voice snapped him from his internal ongoing panic attack. His gaze, still concerned, softened when you turned around to look at him. It had been the first time you’d spoken in a long while, your voice providing an almost immediate comfort to the blonde boy. He began biting his nails with furrowed brows, a habit you’d usually chastise him for.
“I don’t know.” He whispered, eyes still on you. Your hands were trembling. Your hands were fucking trembling because of him, the thought led him unable to look you in the eyes momentarily. Tears began to form as you clenched your fists, trying to fight the breathless in your chest as it began to truly sink in how much shit you were in. Your phone had long been out of battery, with Danny dropping his in the vault where he'd found that book. Neither of you had been able to comprehend the necessity of the devices a mere few hours ago.
You were both essentially isolated from the world as you knew it.
Danny sunk onto the bed, sitting upright with wide eyes and quick breaths. You couldn’t bare to see him like this. Sure, was there a part of you that was totally pissed off at him for tempting fate with that old vinyl? Of course. But hell, the worst thing you’d been expecting was tetanus, not satan herself cooking eggs in the kitchen.
You approached his hunched over figure, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He still can’t look you in the eyes.
“It’s gonna be okay.” You spoke with the same hesitance as Bridget in the connecting room. Danny was grown up enough to know otherwise, and yet still for a brief moment took solace in your words.
The mattress sinks beside him and when he turns you’re looking at him through wide, concerned eyes. Your clasped hands are still shaking, despite your best efforts to stop them.
His own hand hovers over them. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding when he finally clasps your hands with his.
Eyes connect in the moment, his own drop briefly to look at your lips. They’re a little bloody from you biting them. Your tongue skates across them, letting the metallic taste fill your mouth. The smell leaking through the damp walls of the apartment itself after the bloodbath caused by Ellie outside.
You might both die tonight, he thinks. This could be it. All those years of friendship over because of him. In fact, he thinks it might be even worse if he survives and you don’t, because he’d be haunting the earth still searching for you at every corner in his life. He considers it for a brief moment, mentally punishing himself with twisted thoughts for the hundredth time that night.
Danny’s stomach drops at the thought of the immense unsaid in your friendship. Every lingering gaze and hand hold, every hushed secret and late night embrace under covers. He lived for those moments, but it was starting to dawn on him that they may remain just that. Fleeting moments of will-they-won’t-they peppering your decade long friendship, the what ifs of tomorrow darkening overnight.
He thinks about the first time he knew he loved you. It was your tenth birthday, a milestone. Your mom had intended on throwing you a lavish party and inviting all the kids in class with the little money she’d had. You’d never been one for showing off or making a big fuss and insisted you just wanted Danny there. The night was spent huddled together in fancy dress costumes, he was a pirate and you were a princess, telling each other spooky stories from the safety of the pillow fort your parents had helped build. He wished this nightmare they were currently experiencing was just that, a spooky story told under the flashlight lit fort.
He could still remember the close proximity you both sat in. The quiet, different from the buzzing playground, had allowed him the opportunity to see you up close. There was something in your words that made his heart beat faster, and when your bright eyes lingered on him while telling your stories he knew deep down that he wanted you to look at him like that for the rest of his life.
You were looking at him like that now.
“Do you remember that night we got home from Oscar’s party?” Your voice was barely a whisper, he almost thought he had made it up in his head. All of a sudden he was very aware of just how close you now were.
Oscar, a classmate and barely a friend, grew up in the richer part of the city. Everyone jumped for a chance to go to his parties for his large pool and the flowing liquor, you had both jumped at the opportunity.
“Yeah.” Danny responded after a beat, still taking the opportunity to inspect your face.
That night you had partaken in your usual drunk hand holding and cuddling, nothing too different from what you’d do sober but with an added possessiveness. You had danced with him like you wanted everyone to watch you together, to know that you were his and he was yours. In those moments, lips had lingered for moments too long at ears and mouths. But ultimately, the night ended with your usual walk home.
If Ellie, Danny’s mom, had known you both weren’t tucked safely in bed in your house she would’ve called a search party to track you down through every nook and cranny in the city. Luckily, you both ended your night in bed by 4am.
“Do you remember what you asked me?” Danny spoke again after a short moment of silence. You were looking at the floor now, your feet occasionally grazing his.
“Yeah.”
“Why haven’t you ever kissed me, Danny?” You asked, he thought you were teasing him but you showed no signs of mocking. Pensive, you rolled to face him. He was frozen in place. The lights were out in your room and your bodies, undressed to different extents that you were both familiar with during an after party sleepover, radiating an addictive warmth that made him want to hold on to you skin to skin.
“I didn’t know that was something you wanted.” His fists were clenched, he was still waiting for this to be a big joke.
“I want it.” The light from the moon illuminated some of your face. He licked his lips.
“Why didn’t we like, ever talk about it after?” If tonight was it, he needed to know. He needed to tell her. He’d rather she hate him and be alive and know than be dead and have the wasted opportunity follow him forever.
“I was scared, I guess - I thought you didn’t like it.” You shrugged.
Soft lips on your own, hands gripping your waist under covers. You’re using all of your self control to not grind yourself into him. The only evidence left of your night together were various lilac bruises scattered on your necks. But neither of you spoke about it. So it was never brought up.
“I liked it.” For the first time tonight since the earthquake, Danny softly smiled. Your eyes lit up, returning the smile to him.
“You never said anything-“
“Neither did you!” He countered, the smile giving away that he wasn’t actually angry. You smirked and rolled your eyes, “Touché.”
As much as it embarrassed you to admit at a time like this, your thighs were pressed together at the thought of you and him that night. Both of you had been virgins prior to the encounter
His left hand tangled through your hair as lips danced, you can still remember how you thought you had a temperature from the summer heat and the sweat coating you both. From his gentle, wordless persuasion of a soft push, you were on your back and his frame was on top pressing into you. By instinct, your legs wrap around his waist and pull him in. His hips grinding to your core, it’s so messy and quick but you can barely think because his other hand is traveling to your thigh to pull you in even closer.
He breaks away from the kiss to trace his thumb across your jaw and your swollen lips. Eyes blown out and wide, jaw slack at the sight of him. You’re spread out under him, the material of your crop top and shorts seemingly oh-so thin now that you’re in this position. Your tongue appears to softly lick the digit of his thumb, his eyes almost rolling back at the sensation. He can feel your thighs clench together around him, seeking a temporary relief from the throbbing between them.
He thinks he might die if he can’t feel it, if only for a second.
Removing the thumb from your mouth, your face immediately portrays your disappointment with a slight pout. Danny lightly smirks, lowering himself down again face to face with you. He reaches down to your thigh, trailing the inside of your leg.
“Can I feel you?”
“I think I’ve been thinking of that night every day since it happened.” He admitted, soft smile lingering. You could feel something stir inside you. Here he was, your best friend, in his oversized shirt and silver chain. He ran his hand through his hair. “I dunno. I just know that I can’t stop thinking about it. And you.” Danny continues.
There was a fucking demon outside the apartment door and quite frankly all you could think about was how badly you wanted that silver chain in your mouth.
Your hand reaches for his jaw, which grows slack at your touch, his gaze seemingly possessed by the thought of you. The summer night heat from that encounter stirred inside of you again.
“I think I’m in love with you.” Apprehensive, you continue to trace your thumb over his cheek, until following his jaw and lips just like he had done that night. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a long while.”
He was hypnotised under the touch.
“I love you too. I’ve always loved you. You’re my best friend, man.” Danny felt like fucking crying and you could tell through his voice. Was this a dream? Was that demon back to taunt him for all the time wasted?
He felt consumed by you, like in this moment his purpose was to do anything he could to make it all better. He leaned in to finally press a kiss on your lips, slow and still hesitant. You chase him for another when he pulls away, noses still connected and eyes closed tight.
You wanted to stay like this forever. His fingers laced with the hair behind your ear, grabbing a section and softly pulling. The involuntary moan that left your lips sent a shiver through him, he wanted more, more, more. Your neck was on display for him to reach down and attack with sloppy kisses and light teasing bites. He pressed himself against you, moving your back flat onto the mattress. His lips and tongue messy with your own, clashing to remedy the thirst for each other. Danny’s thigh pressing against your covered core, subconsciously leading you to grind against him.
“Danny, please-” When you were saying things like that, knowing that you didn’t know how much time you even had left together, he had to comply. It had felt so natural, it almost made him feel that guilty feeling again. Why hadn’t they just been doing this all along?
Lifting your skirt to expose the wet lace of your underwear, he asked the same question he did last summer.
“Can I feel you?”
Without hesitation you nodded, guiding his hands through the waistband. “Shit,” He paused for a second, raising his fingers back up to his mouth, spitting on them before returning them to their previous position.
The electric feeling of him on her clit, foreheads pressed together and eyes connected could make anyone forget about the horrors happening beyond the sanctuary of the doors to his room. His fingers filling you, curling and strumming to a syncopated beat, reacting only to your stirring beneath him.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet babe,” He was amazed at the feeling itself, your slick softness. You choked out a gasp, you groping him in an attempt to give him the same ineluctable pleasure he was giving you. He was too preoccupied with you to worry about anything he might be feeling, not when he was the one that got you in this situation. And besides, hovering over you when you looked this fucking good with his fingers stuffed inside you, that was more than enough for him.
“You’re so good, such a good boy.” He quietly whines at your words, pressing rough kisses to your neck again.
You tug his hair back to grant yourself a better look at him. His other hand wrapped around your neck, not restricting your breathing but still lightly grabbing it. When he could tell you were about to make a loud noise, the same hand swiftly moved to cover your mouth. Your eyes wide with his, silently watching each other desperate to moan.
The silver chain resting on your chest, its cold metal grounding you in the moment. “So fuckin’ pretty,” He murmured, still so preoccupied with the feeling of filling you.
“Needed you for so long Dan,” He bites his lip as his pace grows quick, your fingers finally finding their way around the chain that was taunting you all night.
“Thought about you every night. Couldn’t stop thinking about how fuckin’ wet you were.” It was true, in the shame of their last encounter he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. Not when he’d been thinking about it for half his life. “Still so so wet baby.”
Looking at his arms, his tattoos and veins. The way they moved in and out of you, the glint in his eyes as he watched his own work. The overwhelming view and feeling lead to the inescapable wave. “Fuck, Dan, I’m gonna-”
And with that, he holds you tight as you hit your orgasm. Your hands fly to his hair and shoulders, trying to remain grounded as your back arches. “Fuckfuckfuck-” You try your hardest to whisper, but your heart is pounding and all you can feel is the dizzying sweetness of Danny all around you. You have to remind yourself that this is real, you’re real.
He watches you, your heavy breathing providing the soundtrack to the moment. He pressed a light kiss to the top of your breast that was on show from the top you were wearing, before moving back up to place a kiss on your lips. Lying beside you, staring into your eyes with a warmth you’d always thought was unimaginable but realising that it had always been there. It has always been him.
So for that moment, you just lay there. And yeah, there was still so much unsaid regarding their long friendship. But for now, in the uncertainty of the night, they’d managed to say enough. For the first time since finding that book, Danny would feel optimistic about the future, despite all the shit going on with his mom. For a second it felt like they could really do this, they could really be fine. If only they could make it to tomorrow, then everything else could be resolved. He could apologise to Bridget, he could ask you out on a real date. You could let your parents know you were alive, you could fix the mistakes of last summer and go all the way again with Dan instead of pretending it never happened.
Unfortunately, as optimistic as they currently were, tomorrow would not come for either of them.
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Me and Danny
Avvertenze: 18+, sesso non protetto, nsfw, masturbazione, i miei personaggi sono all'ultimo anno delle superiori e hanno entrambi 18 anni.
Trama: Tu e Danny passate dall'essere sconosciuti ad amici fino a diventare fidanzati, e un pomeriggio, durante una sessione di studio, le cose prendono una piega diversa.
Conteggio parole: 2.745
So che ci ho messo un po' a postare e mi dispiace, ma sono stata impegnata e non sapevo come scrivere un pezzo della storia, ma oggi ho trovato un po' di tempo per completarla. Spero davvero che vi piaccia, mettete mi piace o commentate, mi scuso anche se ci sono degli errori, in tal caso fatemelo sapere e cercherò di correggerli.
Prima che qualcuno possa prendermi in giro, Danny è completamente un ragazzo in questa storia, non perché sminuisca il suo essere un ragazzo trans o qualcosa del genere, solo perché semplicemente non sono ancora in grado di scrivere storie che trattino adeguatamente l'essere transessuale e io non voglio essere offensivo in nessun modo, spero che possiate comprendere la mia scelta e mi scuso se qualcuno si sentirà offeso, non è mia intenzione. 
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Prima di fidanzarci io e Danny eravamo semplici conoscenti, nella stessa scuola fin dalle elementari, ma mai così vicini da essere amici o da salutarsi nei corridoi della scuola, ma qualcosa è cambiato all'inizio dell'ultimo anno delle superiori scuola. C'era la pausa pranzo e io stavo mangiando seduto sul palco del teatro scolastico, lontano da tutti gli altri studenti che erano a mensa, non mi piaceva molto stare con gli altri, preferivo a volte la solitudine, e infatti Ero solo, almeno finché Danny e i suoi 3 amici irruppero in teatro ridendo e chiacchierando, quando si accorsero della mia presenza abbassarono di qualche tono la voce, sembrava che stessero confabulando qualcosa, era insolito che all'ora di pranzo ci fosse qualcuno nel teatro lontano da me, così hanno attirato la mia attenzione, ho provato ad ascoltare di cosa stavano parlando ma ho avuto davvero difficoltà a capire, finché uno di loro non ha urlato "Certo, questo sarà lo scherzo più epico mai, ne parleranno per anni nelle navate laterali” risero tutti. In quel momento ho incrociato gli occhi con Danny, ho sempre pensato che fosse carino, ma in quel momento, con la luce fioca del teatro e il suo sorriso sfacciato, il mio cuore ha saltato qualche battito e le mie guance sono arrossate. "Ehi tu, vuoi unirti a noi per preparare lo scherzo del secolo?" quella domanda univa le nostre strade e i nostri cuori, nessuno di noi due poteva sapere che quelle due lettere che pronunciai dopo ci avrebbero uniti in quel modo… “Sì” dissi saltando giù dal palco e avvicinandomi “Che cosa avevi in ​​mente ?” Passarono i successivi 15 minuti a spiegarmi il piano e gli occhi di Danny finivano su di me troppo spesso, me ne accorgevo visto che anch'io ogni tanto lo guardavo con la coda dell'occhio... Alla fine il piano non è riuscito e anzi tutti e 5 abbiamo ricevuto una bella punizione per un mese intero per pulire le aule della scuola, in quel mese io e Danny abbiamo legato molto, parlavamo spesso durante i compiti, era inevitabile che prima o poi uno dei due si sentisse il bisogno di chiedere un appuntamento, ero io “Ehi, um, Danny? Mi chiedevo se ti andrebbe di uscire con me qualche volta..." Ripetevo questa semplice frase nella mia testa per almeno 10 minuti, provando tutto il tono di voce che avevo, cercando di prepararmi per ogni possibile scenario, da lui ridendo di me a lui che accetta… mi sono ritrovata davanti al suo armadietto senza nemmeno rendermene conto, lui era lì a ridacchiare con i suoi amici, appena mi ha visto ha sorriso e mi ha fatto segno: “Ehi, come va? Stai bene? Hai la faccia tutta rossa…” Ha provato a portarmi la mano in faccia ma involontariamente mi sono scansato con un po' troppo fervore, “Sì, sto bene, alla grande” ho detto guardando la sua espressione perplessa, “Mi chiedevo se Potrei parlarti un attimo in privato…” Alla mia richiesta sembrò ancora più confuso, ma non esitò ad allontanarsi dall'armadietto e dai suoi amici, afferrandomi per il polso e quasi trascinandomi in un'aula vuota, "COSÌ? Di cosa si tratta? Sei sicuro di stare bene?" Lui e il suo dannato modo di essere così gentile e premuroso, mi mandano la mente in tilt e il mio cuore in subbuglio. "Sì, sto bene, volevo chiederti, beh, se vuoi... ti piacerebbe uscire con me?" La mia voce è uscita molto più forte di quanto avrei voluto, quasi urlavo, ero imbarazzato, mi sentivo completamente nervoso, finché non ha risposto... “Sì ok, ma non urlare, sento perfettamente” mi mette una mano sulla testa, che fino ad allora era piegato, per poi spostarlo sulla guancia spingendomi ad alzare lo sguardo per guardare i suoi occhi, occhi azzurri nei quali i miei sono totalmente immersi: “Quindi è un appuntamento?” Chiese con un sorriso tra l’imbarazzato e l’arrogante… “Sì, immagino che si possa chiamarlo così”. Uscimmo quello stesso fine settimana, andammo al cinema e poi alla sala giochi, prendemmo degli hot dog e una coca cola e lui mi accompagnò a casa: "È stato divertente, mi è piaciuto uscire con te, è bello incontrarci in un posto così diverso da a scuola qualche volta” dico “Sì, mi sono divertito molto anche io, mi piace stare con te, sei molto simpatico e carino, dovremmo uscire più spesso insieme, magari la prossima volta scelgo il film” dice affrontando il fatto che sono stato io a scegliere il film da vedere al cinema, “Ok va bene, la prossima volta scegli il film” “Buonanotte” mi ha dato un bacio sulla guancia e nemmeno il tempo di realizzare l'azione che stava facendo stava già andando via, penso che anche lui non si fosse reso conto di quello che aveva fatto e abbia agito d'impulso, il che spiega perché sembrava stesse scappando "Buonanotte Danny!" Ho urlato in giro per il vicinato, lui ha alzato la mano in risposta... Le settimane passano e il nostro rapporto cresce sempre di più, finché una sera durante una passeggiata nel parco, mano nella mano, avviene il nostro primo bacio. Mentirei se dicessi di non aver immaginato le sue morbide labbra sulle mie almeno un centinaio di volte da quando mi ha chiesto di unirmi a lui e ai suoi amici nello scherzo del secolo. Le sue labbra erano migliori di quanto immaginassi, il nostro bacio è durato solo pochi secondi, ma è stato fantastico, ho avuto altri baci in passato, ma nessuno batteva questo. Da quel momento ci siamo fidanzati e adesso lui è nella mia stanza, sul mio letto, a fare il ripasso per gli esami che ci saranno a breve, sembra molto tranquillo, per lui è facile, è molto più bravo di me all'esame, mentre io sono in ansia, studio da giorni ma faccio fatica a memorizzare quello che leggo… Mancano due giorni e non ho più speranze: “Ehi, non credi che te la prendi un po' troppo sul serio? Ti ammalerai se continui a studiare così tanto e a stressarti in questo modo” dice prendendo il mio libro di testo dalle sue mani e appoggiandolo sul comodino accanto al letto. “Lo so, e hai ragione, ma mi sembra che più leggo e meno capisco, non voglio che gli esami vadano male, ho bisogno di voti alti per entrare in una buona università e se potrei anche ottenere la borsa di studio, sarei meno peso per i miei genitori” dico cercando di prendere il libro dal comodino “Sì, ma devi anche capire che stai studiando da giorni e che il tuo cervello ha bisogno di una pausa per poter memorizzare meglio, che ne dici se andiamo a prenderci un frappè?” Mi prende la mano e mi costringe ad alzarmi dal letto, mi spinge leggermente verso la porta e a quel punto non ho proprio né l'energia né la voglia di reagire, sa essere davvero testardo e sinceramente non lo farei mente un frappè, usciamo dalla porta e la consapevolezza di non essere uscita di casa da un giorno e mezzo mi colpisce subito, sono felice di avere Danny che si prende cura di me e mi incoraggia a stare meglio. Andiamo a prendere il frappè e nel frattempo mi godo la passeggiata, quando torno a casa mi sento molto meno stanco di quando sono uscito, mi ha fatto bene prendere una boccata d'aria e andare a fare una passeggiata. Torno sul letto e quando sto per riprendere in mano il libro Danny si mette in mezzo “Eh no, è l'ora delle coccole, quasi non mi calcoli da quando sono qui, ho bisogno i miei 20 o 30 minuti di attenzione” “Uffa, ok, ma poi niente più interruzioni” dico fingendomi scocciato, in realtà ha ragione, ero troppo occupato a studiare che non gli ho nemmeno parlato, merita tutta la mia attenzione , almeno per 30 minuti. Mi fa sdraiare sul letto e si mette tra le mie braccia, il suo viso nell'incavo del mio collo, percepisco il suo respiro caldo e poi anche le sue labbra, mi dà piccoli baci sul collo, si muove lentamente, ora mordicchiando e succhiandomi la pelle, un piccolo gemito esce dalle mie labbra, sento il calore farsi strada attraverso il mio corpo. Si sposta dal collo alla clavicola sinistra, sposta la mano sul mio fianco, non l'abbiamo mai fatto prima, i miei genitori non sono nemmeno a casa adesso, quindi penso che stia prendendo l'iniziativa, mi guarda con uno sguardo profondo e mi bacia, i suoi baci restano sempre i migliori, ma questa volta c'è di più, non so cosa abbia creato questa situazione, ma non mi dispiace. La sua lingua e la mia si uniscono e ancora una volta gemo, lui si allontana da me e mi fissa “Se continui a gemere non credo che riuscirò a fermarmi” “Non credo di volere che tu smetta” Dico prendendogli il viso tra le mani e avvicinando nuovamente le sue labbra alle mie, la sua mano si sposta sull'orlo della mia camicia. Ci infila le dita sotto e le sento fredde sulla mia pelle, lui è sempre stato un tipo da freddo, in contrasto con la mia sempre calda, mi vengono i brividi e l'eccitazione cresce, continuiamo a baciarci e le mie dita, invece, si fanno aggrovigliata tra i suoi capelli, tirandoli appena un po', è il suo momento di gemere. Ci allontaniamo lentamente dal bacio e lui si siede in ginocchio, sembra che stia cercando di capire la sua prossima mossa, mi guarda negli occhi e a quel punto capisco che entrambi vogliamo oltrepassare quel limite e fare il passo successivo . Imito la sua posizione e mi siedo anch'io in ginocchio, ricomincio a baciarlo e le mie mani si appoggiano con fermezza sull'orlo della sua maglietta e la sollevo, gli tolgo la maglietta e inizio a baciarlo sul mento, poi sul collo e poi sulla clavicola lascio dei succhiotti, le mie mani si spostano sulla sua cintura, la slaccio e gli sbottono i jeans, sento il suo respiro farsi più pesante… torno a baciarlo e le sue mani scivolano ancora una volta sotto la mia maglietta e mi afferra dolcemente i fianchi, intanto lui mi solleva la maglietta, io mi ritrovo davanti a lui in reggiseno. Lui mi osserva come se guardasse un quadro “Sei bellissima” dice e mi bacia, le sue mani tornano sul mio corpo, con una mano mi afferra il sedere e con l'altra me lo porta dietro al collo per approfondire la Bacio ancora di più… Le mie mani corrono tra la sua schiena e il suo petto, “Danny” sussurro il suo nome in un gemito. Ci separiamo dal bacio “Sei sicura di voler continuare? Se vuoi cambiare idea puoi dirmi...” “Sono sicuro, sei sicuro?” "Stai scherzando? Sogno questo momento ormai da mesi” sorridiamo alla sua risposta. Mi slaccio il reggiseno e lui ancora una volta mi guarda come se fossi un quadro, ma lui mi slaccia i jeans e mi aiuta a toglierli, io mi sdraio sul letto mentre lui si toglie i jeans e rimaniamo entrambi in mutande. Si posiziona su di me e così facendo sento la sua erezione, le sue mani finiscono sul mio seno mentre inizia a mordermi il collo e passa lentamente al mio seno, succhia e lecca, inarco un po' la schiena per l'eccitazione, uno dei le sue mani scende ad esplorare e si ferma sul pizzo delle mie mutandine, poi scivola più in basso, la mia umidità trasuda da esse e lui che prima era intento a succhiarmi il capezzolo lo sento sorridere sulla mia pelle. Le sue dita premono sul clitoride massaggiandolo dolcemente, mi esce un gemito dalle labbra e d'istinto afferro i cappelli di Danny, lui mi guarda e sorride in modo impertinente, con lo sguardo di chi sa di fare la cosa giusta, mi bacia, ma Onestamente non voglio essere l'unico a continuare a provare piacere, la mia mano si sposta verso la sua erezione massaggiandola un po' "YN" anche lui geme adesso, e il suo respiro pesante manda scosse attraverso il mio corpo, lasciami continuare a toccarlo mentre lui continua a toccarmi, ci guardiamo negli occhi mentre continuiamo a darci piacere a vicenda. Sento che sto per raggiungere l'orgasmo e credo che se ne sia accorto anche lui, continua a strofinarsi le dita ma aumenta la velocità, raggiungo l'orgasmo e lo trattengo, ho avuto un orgasmo intenso che dura almeno 15 secondi, secondi in cui non ha smesso di stimolarmi. Lo bacio, un bacio sciatto, ne voglio di più adesso. “Danny, sono pronto, ti voglio” “Ti voglio anch'io” si libera delle mutande e mi aiuta a liberarmi delle mie, si posiziona ancora una volta su di me e preme la sua erezione sulla mia entrata, si posiziona meglio e spinge finché non mi entra dentro “Fa male? Che domanda stupida, certo che fa male” dice “Ehi, no, non è una domanda stupida, fa male, ma non quanto pensavo, vai avanti” fa, spinge ancora più a fondo e io afferro i fogli, lui inizia a muoversi, lo sento dentro di me, pensavo sul serio che facesse più male, ma no, in poco tempo sento il piacere aumentare. Mi tengo alle spalle di Danny e questo lo incoraggia ad aumentare l'intensità, le mie gambe si avvolgono intorno alla sua vita e questo finisce per spingerlo più profondamente dentro di me "YN, cazzo, mi sento benissimo" geme nel mio orecchio, questo mi fa stringere ancora di più, sento che mi sto avvicinando di nuovo all'orgasmo e penso che anche lui si stia avvicinando. Mi gira e mi spinge a sedermi su di lui, ora siamo tutti e due seduti, lui sul letto ed io su di lui, la posizione lo fa andare ancora più in profondità, ora sono io che mi muovo e lui regola l'intensità spingendo i miei fianchi, noi bacio, tra gemiti e respiri pesanti mi avvicino molto più velocemente alla fine, lui si stacca dal bacio e inizia a baciarmi il collo e ad afferrarmi il seno tra le sue mani, io invece tengo le dita tra i suoi capelli. “YN, cazzo, sto arrivando” “Anch'io Danny” Non ho nemmeno il tempo di dirlo sento l'orgasmo investire i miei sensi e subito dopo sento Danny liberarsi dentro di me. Ci guardiamo negli occhi per qualche secondo, con i nostri respiri irregolari quasi sincronizzati, poi lui decide di sdraiarsi portandomi giù con sé, esce e mi bacia, un bacio dolcissimo, mi sorride e poi “Io ti amo YN, sono felice di averti chiesto di unirti a me e ai miei amici quel giorno a teatro” era la prima volta che diceva ti amo, ed ero così felice di ciò “Ti amo anch'io Danny” I guardalo negli occhi, i suoi occhi sono i più belli che abbia mai visto, e ho la sensazione che possa vedermi nella mia anima, mi sento bene con lui, ho imparato ad apprezzare la compagnia delle persone e a socializzare di più, mi sostiene per me molto più di quanto possa ammettere a me stesso. Mi tiene tra le sue braccia e ci addormentiamo così, in totale beatitudine. Passano due giorni e arriva il fatidico giorno delle prove, lo superiamo entrambi, lui con ottimi voti, io con voti decisamente più alti di quanto mi aspettassi, c'è da dire che Danny mi ha aiutato molto ad imparare e memorizzare e che le coccole sessione è stata uno stimolo incredibile per spingermi a studiare di più. Sono felice di averti chiesto di unirti a me e ai miei amici quel giorno a teatro” era la prima volta che diceva ti amo, e ne ero così felice “Ti amo anch'io Danny” Lo guardo negli occhi , i suoi occhi sono i più belli che abbia mai visto, e ho la sensazione che possa vedermi nella mia anima, mi sento bene con lui, ho imparato ad apprezzare la compagnia delle persone e a socializzare di più, mi sostiene molto di più di quanto sono in grado di ammettere a me stesso. Mi tiene tra le sue braccia e ci addormentiamo così, in totale beatitudine. Passano due giorni e arriva il fatidico giorno delle prove, lo superiamo entrambi, lui con ottimi voti, io con voti decisamente più alti di quanto mi aspettassi, c'è da dire che Danny mi ha aiutato molto ad imparare e memorizzare e che le coccole sessione è stata uno stimolo incredibile per spingermi a studiare di più. Sono felice di averti chiesto di unirti a me e ai miei amici quel giorno a teatro” era la prima volta che diceva ti amo, e ne ero così felice “Ti amo anch'io Danny” Lo guardo negli occhi , i suoi occhi sono i più belli che abbia mai visto, e ho la sensazione che possa vedermi nella mia anima, mi sento bene con lui, ho imparato ad apprezzare la compagnia delle persone e a socializzare di più, mi sostiene molto di più di quanto sono in grado di ammettere a me stesso. Mi tiene tra le sue braccia e ci addormentiamo così, in totale beatitudine. Passano due giorni e arriva il fatidico giorno delle prove, lo superiamo entrambi, lui con ottimi voti, io con voti decisamente più alti di quanto mi aspettassi, c'è da dire che Danny mi ha aiutato molto ad imparare e memorizzare e che le coccole sessione è stata uno stimolo incredibile per spingermi a studiare di più.
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The Perfect Treat
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Pairing: Josh x f!reader x Danny
Summary: Your boyfriend, Josh decides to propose the idea of sharing with you for the evening with his best friend. 
Word count: 7k
A/N: There really isn’t a plot to this one, pretty much just pure smut and my first fic with two of the guys. It’s not perfectly edited but I had a lot of fun putting it together (so don’t judge too harshly! ❤️). This pairing and idea have been on my mind for a while and needed to get it out of my brain to share it with you all. 
As always, I appreciate all the feedback, love, and support you guys give me! 
Also a special thank you to @allieboop , @josiee-gvf and @pennylanefics for giving input and support through the process ❤️
Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content / 18+ MINORS DNI!!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral m! receiving, oral f! receiving, masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, spit kink, slight choking, some degradation, praise kink, a teeny bit of jealousy/possessiveness, let me know if I missed anything!) 
Part 2
“So you think you’ve been a good girl?” The sound practically purred from Josh’s throat across the shell of your ear, just loud enough for you to make out the words. 
It was unprompted. Out of nowhere. 
Sure, you had exchanged a few steamy kisses and flirty touches with each other within the last few hours, but nothing that would spur on such a question. He knew how you felt about the simple praise, and what it would do to you. 
    You clenched around nothing, that recognizable heat already growing between your thighs. Your eyes flicked over to Danny, only to see him shirtless and still strumming along on his acoustic guitar while wearing one of the bedazzled cowboy hats that a lucky fan had thrown on stage tonight. 
    This night was like most show nights. After cleaning and heading out for a couple of rounds amongst you, Josh and Danny had decided to head back to the hotel suite to end the evening. And despite the best efforts among you, Sam and Jake insisted on staying out until the bars closed, leaving the three of you to continue the party in the comfort of the room. 
    Nothing memorable had really happened. You had changed into a pair of worn sweatpants for the evening. Thirty minutes had passed while you had been scrolling through your phone absentmindedly across the bed when Josh asked the question. You weren’t really paying attention to the content on your screen, just flicking through apps - mostly due to the fact you had been too distracted with your friend sitting on the recliner in front of you. 
    Everything he did was effortless, excelling at whatever he put his mind to. At most times, you couldn’t decide if it annoyed you or it turned you on. With each drink, he loosened up that much more, giving you more insight into his personality. Nights like these would be filled with laughter and jokes, and tonight felt no different.
 So at first what he had said startled you, but when you turned to look into his honeyed eyes, you saw mostly intrigue mixed with something else - something you couldn’t quite place yet. 
    “I think tonight may be your night,” he whispered, still hanging close to your cheek. His warm earthy scent graced your senses with the proximity of his body to yours. It was almost too distracting for you to focus on what he had said.
But what did he mean by that?
  
  Your brows furrowed in clear confusion, making him respond with a huff of laughter. 
     He leaned in again to breathe in your ear, as if sharing a secret,  “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him all night, sweetheart. This is your chance.”
Every part of your body flushed hot with embarrassment. He was right, and you were caught staring at Danny, too busy to pay attention to anything Josh had said for the past five minutes. 
Now, Josh had been well aware of your little thing for Danny, sometimes even teasing you about it in late-night drunken banter while wrapped in each other's arms.
Up until now, you had always brushed it off, chalking it up to just light-hearted joking among friends. But now with the way Josh’s eyes darted between you and Danny, it was telling you otherwise.
Somehow you were able to convince yourself that when it all started that it was just a harmless crush for a friend. Nothing more. Nothing Less. Friendly flirting when the two of you had a few more than you should have.
But as of late, those passing glances started to linger a tad longer than they should. That playful flirting seemed to have deeper intentions than it ever had before.
He looked good. 
Really good.
Although you might be able to sneak looks at Danny from time to time and let your thoughts wander - Josh treated you well no matter what. He was a wonderful boyfriend that always made you feel loved and appreciated. Truthfully, nothing was lacking in your intimate relationship. He expressed comfort and security in that, but he also caught that certain glint in your eye when you watched Danny strut off stage.
    “Josh-“
    He pressed his fingers to your lips, cutting you off, “Shhh, is this what you want?”
    What a question.
 Of course, you did. 
You’ve only thought about it a million times, even before you and Josh had become an official couple. 
    Danny hadn’t noticed either of you talking yet as he was harmonizing along to a tune with eyes closed in concentration.
    Josh took the opportunity to guide you in by the chin for a deep, passionate kiss. Gentle at first with the soft, fullness of his lips before gracing the tip of his satin tongue to your bottom lip. You were quick to accept his invitation which had you melting the second you brought him in. If he had given you the option, you would have taken him right then and there on the bed, but it was clear he had other plans for you tonight.
    You tried tugging at his loose curls to keep him close but were able to break away from the loving kiss, making you whine out in frustration.
Danny heard the sounds of you making out and scoffed in disgust, “Would you two get a room?!”
    Josh quipped back, “Oh I must have forgotten that this is our room, Daniel.”
    Your friend just rolled his eyes, and resumed playing the same riff as before.
Josh leaned back in to speak against your neck, “Start by taking these off for me.” He tugged at the material of your sweatpants. 
    “I don’t think Danny-“
    He nipped at your bottom lip before you could finish, “Let me worry about him, okay? Trust me on this one.”
    It was that simple. You didn’t doubt your ability to trust him, but that feeling quickly shifted to anxiousness as he eased off the bed and walked over in Danny’s direction.
    “Oh, Daniel! I’ve got a proposition for you!” Josh’s voice boomed, a bit boisterous as he emphasized it with a dramatic clap of his hands. He walked over to the mini-fridge behind your friend, pulling out three mini bottles of tequila.
   Always one for the theatrics.
    Danny chuckled while fidgeting with the strings of the guitar. “Josh, I swear if you ask me to- “
    He trailed off the second he looked up at you sitting on the bed, to watch you slide your sweatpants down your legs.
    He’s staring in disbelief as you shimmied out of your clothing. Time seemed to stand still, making it feel like an eternity where it must have only been seconds until he turned around to your boyfriend standing behind him. He swallowed harshly, “…Josh?”
    You tossed the pants off to the side but maintained your modesty as best as you could - at least until you knew for sure that’s exactly what he wanted. 
Josh had been watching as well, gauging your body language and expressions carefully. When he spotted that playful smile of yours, he leaned in and planted a hand on Danny’s shoulders, cooing softly in his ear, “You know I love to take care of my baby, don’t you?” 
His eyes widened but still responded with a single, slow nod while setting down the instrument beside him.
 “Spoil her just right with everything she could ever want.”  Josh proceeded to wrap his hands around Danny’s chin to pull his focus where it had seemed to drift, back up to your eyes, “Just look at her, Danny.”
The gaze was unwavering as dark lust smoldered within the rich coffee-toned eyes looking back at you. He wet his lip with a sweep of his tongue, knowing just where this was headed.
Josh looked directly at you this time, flashing a wink, “Don’t be shy. Go ahead and spread them for us, kitten.”
Accepting and relishing the control he has over you, you slowly opened your legs to reveal yourself to them. One might think the expression on Danny’s face was one of sadness or even pain with how his brows knitted tightly together while he looked at your half-naked form. You blushed to know that’s the farthest from the truth.
Josh continued, sporting a mischievous grin that is now spreading across his features, “How could you say no to that, hmm?”
There was an instant change in Danny’s breathing.
Your heart was racing erratically, thumping hard against the back of your sternum. You dipped your hand lower, trailing down your stomach until it met your bare clit, giving it a few teasingly slow rolls of gentle fingers. You’re surprisingly wetter than you anticipated as you slip effortlessly through your folds. 
Your boyfriend watched with Danny, who is now cast under the spell of your self-pleasure. You watched as his eyes fixated on your hand as you played with yourself in front of both of them.
 Josh’s voice remained low, vibrating from his chest against Danny’s back as it fanned across his ear, “Look. She’s practically dripping just thinking about it.”
    A soft whimper escaped Danny’s lips, and his hand started to palm over the growing erection hidden under his jeans.
Josh noticed, adding, “And I think you’re the perfect treat for her.” 
    Before he finally pulled his face away, he licked a teasing stripe up Danny’s flushed cheek, making him let out a deep sigh. The image elicited a low groan from your chest, and you could only wish to have it burned into your memory forever if given the chance.
You settled for slipping your finger inside yourself, hoping that his resistance was sure to dissolve from the action. He saw how you became coated in your pooling wetness, and squeezed himself just a little harder from the sight. 
Josh beat him to it, waving two fingers at you in a come hither motion, “Come over here, mama. Show him just how wonderful you are.”
    You slinked off the edge of the bed and padded towards them, taking your time with pulling the rest of your clothing off to toss onto the floor. 
    Danny’s eyes slowly raked over your body in unbridled enthusiasm, and total admiration as you stepped between his legs, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
    You can’t help the smile with a blush forming that would pinken your cheeks. He seemed hesitant to touch you, so you grabbed one of his hands that rested on his thigh to place it over your breast. It passed over your chest, his fingertips tracing across your collarbones. 
    “Can I kiss you?” He whispered as if he was too afraid to ask. You just weren’t sure if it was because of you or his best friend. Your eyes flicked up to Josh standing behind him, but he just raised his brows, silently giving you the decision to make. While you take the second, his hands have started to knead into the strong muscles of Danny’s shoulders. 
    You didn’t need to think it over. Kissing Danny had been a thought that passed through your mind often. You gave a nod before dipping down to close the short distance between you. catching Danny’s lips on your own.
 It’s delicate, featherlight in a way that’s cautious in movements to not cross any boundaries with you. That’s until his other hand found your hip, and pulled you in closer. The simple touch breaks the invisible barrier between you. His hold around your waist escorted you into a place on his lap.
Your nervousness dissolved when his tongue flicked across your top lip. You welcomed him in, and just as you imagined - He was warm, tasting of the shots of smoked tequila he had drank throughout the evening. 
Now, you’ve also thought about straddling his lap like you were doing now. It was clear that those thoughts and dreams would never compare to how he actually felt. 
    The sounds of unscrewing plastic caps pulled your awareness back to the settings around you, guessing that it was the minis that had been forgotten about on the side table. You broke away from Danny to see Josh handing you one over his shoulder.
    “A little liquid courage never hurt,” you heard Josh mumble before taking his own shot. 
    Without skipping a beat from your absence, Danny’s lips began exploring across your cheek to find that extra sensitive spot below your ear. His large hands rubbed along the expanse of your back, squeezing your ass. You ground against him as his teeth grazed the soft skin. 
    You took the lip of the tiny bottle between your teeth and tipped your head back, allowing the clear liquor to fill your mouth. But instead of swallowing, you tugged Danny’s bottom lip with the pad of your thumb as you leaned in. 
    Without a word spoken, he opened his lips, ready to accept what you were about to offer him. Your hands cradled his face as you spilled the tequila into his willing mouth. The feeling of his tongue finding yours again soothed the lingering burn of alcohol.
You sink to your knees, feeling the rough carpeting rub against the bare skin as you placed a hand on each thigh for balance. He quickly adjusted in the chair as you allowed your hands to wander up the length of his legs.
Josh handed Danny the remaining bottle, and he twisted the cap off and brought it down to your lips with his fingers resting under your chin. He slowly poured it in, and you swallowed it down this time when the bottle eventually emptied. You licked what spilled off your lips and he whispered under his breath, “Oh fuck.”
    His breath hitched in the back of his throat as you brushed your fingers over him, which was throbbing and straining within the hold of the tight denim.
He was becoming impatient and went to unbutton his jeans until you stopped by placing a hand over his, “Please, let me.” 
 Josh was too busy feeling across Danny’s rising chest, exploring the smoothness of his skin and how the muscles flexed under the touch. 
First, you leaned in to place a kiss on his stomach, following the trail of dark hair with teasing nips and licks until you were met with the waistband of his jeans. You made quick work of the metal button with your fingers, following the action by slowly pulling the zipper.
 Admittedly you’re a little nervous, but you were determined to fight the slight trembling of your hands. You’ve thought about this moment more times than you might admit to Josh, or even yourself. There was this sense of mystery to it all. Where Josh loved to show everything off with beaming pride, Danny walked through life with a little more subtlety with his body and sexuality. Well, up until recently that is.
Sure, you were able to catch glimpses of him in the white silken pants he wore on stage, or maybe get a read of how he was in bed by the innuendos and comments he would make. Those moments fueled your imagination to run wild, but even in your fantasies, it was nothing like this. 
You were about to find out for yourself.
It’s almost difficult to pull him out of his pants from the position and just how hard he has become within the last few minutes. You gasped at the sight and marveled at how big it looked and felt in your hand. A breathy chuckle leaves Josh as he watches how captivated you had become.
You’re so eager that you don’t waste much time bringing the tip to your lips. Danny sucked in a sharp breath from the feeling of you flicking your tongue along the underside of his shaft. He couldn’t help but writhe beneath you, groaning at each new sensation you gave him, banking it to his memories of you. You hummed as he slipped across the wetness of your flattened tongue, noting how different he tasted compared to Josh. 
The cologne he wore - notes of leather and sandalwood mixing seamlessly with his natural scent, only to be paired with the sweet lingering hint of his sweat - was something that would touch your senses as he walked past you after finishing a set.
You nudged his cock deeper toward the back of your throat, making sure to explore every detail with a coaxing sweep of your tongue around him. The hand that wasn’t digging into the armrest of the recliner was weaving through your hair.
You heard Josh let out a satisfied hum along with your name between Danny’s heavy pants and moans. 
Your hair kept falling into your face even with Danny holding most of it in his hand. After another annoyed pass of your fingers to brush it away, he offered in a soft voice, “Hey, let me.” 
He gathered up the rest of it with the help of his other hand, careful not to pull any of it, and secured it in a loose ponytail with the elastic tie he kept wrapped around his middle finger. 
“I think you were always meant to have his cock in your mouth, baby,” Josh’s filthy words floated between all three of you, only spurring you on even more. You believed that he truly meant every word, and with the obscene sounds coming from Danny - there wasn’t a chance that you could ignore the nagging, dull ache between your legs as a result. 
“When we are on stage, and I think she’s watching me - she’s staring at you. I mean, how could she not?” Josh admitted as he trailed his hands down Danny’s arms, “Wanting those strong arms of yours to pin her down into the bed and fuck her till she screams.” 
He continued, and you listened closely with Danny still in your mouth, “-Imagining that tongue of yours licking up her perfect pussy. I swear I can see her blush every time she sees it.” 
He grabbed Danny’s hand off the armrest of the chair and brought it up to his face, “Even these fingers.” He sighed, brushing the tips across his lips before taking the middle one into his mouth. 
He sucked the longest digit slowly, causing Danny to groan loudly as he pulled his finger from his lips, and dropped his arm against the chair, “The places she would love these.”
You looked up through tear-dampened lashes to see Josh’s hand wrapping around Danny’s throat in an instant, only to spit the words  across his cheek, “I think you’ve forgotten your manners, Daniel.”  His Adam's apple bobbed low beneath Josh’s palm. “And here I am, sharing. Open your eyes because you better fucking remember this.”
For a second, you worried that the taunt would anger him, but to your surprise, he seemed to enjoy Josh’s reprimanding maybe a little too much. In fact, his eyes fluttered open as he gripped around Josh’s wrist to keep him there with the other hand weaving tightly into the tresses of your hair.
    Josh retreated his hand from his friend’s throat after a few moments basking in the control it gave him. Danny was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back behind his heavy lids but stayed vigilant in obeying Josh’s demand to look at you with all the attention he could. 
    You bobbed your head down and as you pulled back up, you made sure to swirl your tongue around the tip pairing it with a twisting motion of your hand around the thick base of him. 
Danny cried out a string of broken curses while bucking his hips up to chase the feeling, sending his cock towards the back of your throat. 
You fought the urge to gag while Josh giggled at your affect on him and sighed, “Oh I just love it when she does that. Enough to make a man fucking crazy.”
You believed it to be true. As much as he loved being the giver to your pleasure, Josh could never get enough of receiving it- the act quickly becoming one of his favorite things with you. You lived for the sweet, yet lewd breathy praises that sang from his pouted lips while in the throes of ecstasy. 
    You desperately wanted to keep going - to feel and hear him be completely consumed by the feeling of your tongue around him-  but you could tell that Danny was already beginning to unravel as you pushed down the length of him. You swore you could feel him harden a touch more in the addicting warmth of your mouth. 
    Josh also noticed how close to the edge his friend had become.
“Careful, love. Don’t want to make him cum just yet.” He tsked between his teeth, “That would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it.” 
Even though Danny would agree to the sentiment, a sound of pitiful frustration rumbled in the back of his throat. 
You reluctantly pulled him from your mouth, creating a thin string of saliva that connected him to your lips. He leaned back in the chair, throwing his hands into the long mane of perfect curls and he attempted to control his breathing. 
Your boyfriend stroked his best friend’s messy hair before tugging it back in a tight fist, all so he could whisper across his parted lips, “Oh Danny, we are just getting started.”
    Although you had stopped working your mouth on him, your hand continued to stroke him with the wetness collected around his cock. You loved how thick it felt, how each pass over the head caused the precum to drip out slowly, and how he shuddered with each expert flick of your wrist.
    He could finish right here in your hands if you weren’t careful. A fleeting thought of wanting to see his cum paint your naked chest and face entered your mind, but you decided to stash that idea away for another time. 
    “Please…please…I-I,” Danny whimpered in whiny, pathetic pants as your hand slowly pumped over him.
“What do you want, baby? Ready to take a ride on this pretty face of his?” 
You blushed again from the lewd offer muttered from Josh’s lips. 
    When you bit your bottom lip with growing anticipation, he smiled back at you along with a simple tip of his chin, signaling you to the bed behind you. Before you could even stand to walk in that direction, Danny rose from the chairs and lifted you up while bringing your legs securely around his waist as he made his way over there himself. 
    His hands found a place under your ass and you could feel his cock press between your legs with each long stride across the room. 
    You dared to peak over his shoulder to see Josh taking his place in the recliner. He smiled back at you, flashing a wink just as Danny searched for your face once more. 
    “Is this really what you want?” He mumbled onto your lips before pulling them into a hungry kiss. 
    You gave your confirmation with a nod, sending your pitchy consent through a moan into his open mouth. 
    He spun around and fell back onto the large bed behind you, taking you with him so you tumbled onto his body. You squealed from the sudden drop but the shriek quickly bubbled into giggles as soon as his hands trailed up your sides. 
    You felt his muscles flex under your palms as they made their way up to his chest. 
    Sweat had started to collect around his forehead and temples in tiny beads, and they glistened under the soft lighting of the bedroom. He looked so beautiful and ethereal, yet here you were - ready to defile his face with your depravity.
    As if he could read your mind in that exact moment, “Sit on my face, y/n. Just let me feel you cum on my tongue. Please. I need it.”
    You let out an airy laugh, “Only because you asked so nicely.”
    You crawled up his lean body, placing kisses along the way, and hovered just above his mouth - close enough to feel the warmth of his breath tickling across your sensitive core. You hesitated for a second for your focus to break from him to look at Josh sitting before you. 
    He was feeling himself through the thin material of his pants, just as Danny did minutes ago - perfectly content in being the one to watch you enjoy yourself. 
    You wanted to say something to him but Danny ripped the thought completely from shoving you onto his face. His strong, long arms wrapped around your thighs, with a tourniquet- like strength, acting as restraints to keep you secured in place.
    A pitchy moan escaped through your lips the second his velvet-soft tongue rolled across your already swollen clit. He hummed to himself as he tasted you, lapping you up in slow, languid movements. 
    “Oh…fuck, “ you whined, falling forward with nothing to catch yourself. Your hand dove into the thickness of his hair, pulling it slightly from the scalp enough to send a growl vibrating into your pussy. 
    You were using the now frizzy locks as makeshift reigns for balance so you could start rolling your hips against him. 
    “There you go. Fuck his face the way you’ve always dreamed,” Josh sinful proposal made your cheeks rub feverishly hot and chest tighten. 
Was he enjoying this as much as you?
    In the cloudy haze that was attempting to draw the curtain in your mind, you looked up to see him pulling out his hardening cock from his pants. Knowing you were watching and how much you loved seeing it, he began to pump a loose fist over himself. He took his time stroking himself, appreciating the sight of you.
He was leaning back in the chair, prideful in the scene that was unfolding, the way you were getting off, how breathtaking you looked in your glow of ecstasy before him.  
    Danny suddenly shook his head aggressively beneath you, and by doing so - caught your clit with the prominent bridge of his nose. His fingertips were pressing hard enough into the supple flesh of your thighs that they would leave small bruises for the following days. 
“Danny… oh my God!”  
It was the first time you screamed his name like this. It felt foreign at first when hearing it ring in your ears, yet still natural as it shot through the dense air. 
    Josh stood up from that, cock still in hand as he walked over to you. Once he was in reach, his other hand drew you in with a firm hold around your jaw.  He kissed you with more fervor than before, abandoning his usual way easing you in. His tongue dancing across yours as Danny’s flicked rapidly across your clit . The combined feeling was enough to overwhelm you entirely. 
    It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to begin building in the pit of your belly. Josh could see it, knowing you better than everyone. It’s the way your breathing becomes uneven, how that little crease between your brows forms to even the vibrant glow of your flushed chest.
You felt his knowing smirk form against your lips, “Is he taking care of that pretty pussy of yours? Treating her just right?”
You let out a fucked-out sigh as your only response, your mind already fogging thick with desire. You wouldn’t be able to form a coherent thought if your life depended on it with the way Danny was circling your clit into his mouth.
He heard every single word, which would only make him more determined to really live up to any expectations you might have had. 
That was Josh’s plan after all. 
    Your legs started shaking uncontrollably, but Danny didn't cease the movements of his tongue for a single second. He was dragging you down, and where you released him so he could regain his composure - he was not going to return the same favor in this moment. 
    “Let it happen, sweetheart. I know he has you right there.” Josh’s soothing saccharine-sweet voice sang like a soft melody in your head.
    You can’t fight your body’s needs any longer, and the first orgasm of the night envelops you entirely. Your hands pull at his hair. crying out his name while he refused to let go of his hold around your legs. 
    Everything around you felt like a quickly fading dream. The details of the room were blurry, like you were looking through a steam fogged glass. 
You’re only given a few seconds to come down before Danny turns the both of you, flipping you onto your back across the mattress.    
There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system to be drunk, but you certainly felt it from how intoxicating it was to feel Danny on top of you like this. He bit the thin skin of your collarbone before trailing across your chest, showering your breasts with opened-mouth kisses. 
    He was worshiping you with every blessed second he was allowed. You tilted your chin up to see that Josh had found his place back in the leather chair.
            You purred at the feeling of Danny sucking your nipple into the inviting heat of his mouth, diving your fingers into his hair while he rolled over the sensitive bud with his tongue. 
Josh pulled your attention back to him, “I can see how bad you want it.” You whimpered back at the sentiment, and he added, “Don’t make her wait too long.”
    Danny’s cock had been brushing against your inner thigh, still almost painfully hard while his lips were preoccupied appreciating every inch of your body they could find. 
With his face buried into the crook of your neck, he slipped his hand between you to wrap it around himself.
    He guided his coclk through your shared wetness, teasing the head right above your over-stimulated clit. “Is this what you’ve thought about all this time?”
    Your heart was still racing so wildly within your chest that you feared it might explode. You squirmed under him, and wrapped your legs around his waist to hook around his back. Your body had a mind of its own with how you lifted yourself up to chase the need.
    His hand pushed you down by your hip, “Aht! I want to hear you say it.”
Danny was right there. Pressing himself right at the entrance of your pussy, making you ache for him more than ever before. 
You were becoming delirious with each passing, excruciatingly long second. You whined put, desperate for anything, “Yes…yes! I’ve thought about it, Danny!”
He giggled, letting you know it was just him. That you were experiencing this with your closest friend. He finally pushed into you which made you both gasp as it happened. Instantly, you were more than thankful that he had taken care of you first with how much he was already stretching you out.
  Everything was new. The musky scent of his skin, the way his long hair tickled across your face, the weight of his body pressing into yours, to how each inch his cock filled you out.
Danny cursed as he bottomed out inside you, following it with a deliberate upward roll of his hips. He huffed against your cheek, “Are you the one that’s spoiled or is it really him?”
You knew Josh heard the question from the sudden change in volume of his whines. Up until now, he had been quiet with his ability to maintain his control. You can’t see him, but you are aware the rhythm of his hand has sped up as well. 
Danny smiled, deciding at that moment to put on a show, even if you wanted his body to stay close to yours. He lifted himself up on his knees and guided your legs from his waist to a new position over his broad shoulders.
The new angle he created caused a strangled cry to rip freely from your chest. 
He coated himself with each measured thrust. With the ease of how he slid into you, his eyes fluttered behind his lids just as his head rolled back, “You feel so fucking good, y/n.” 
“Fuck her like you mean it, dammit. I promise she’s not going to break,” Josh hissed in irritation. Which you knew he wasn’t, it was just that he just knew what you really secretly wanted. 
It did what he intended, flipping that switch inside Danny. Up until this point he had been easy, gentle and even cautious with you. Almost too sweet in a way. 
    In a split second it took to toss you around, you found yourself on all fours facing the headboard of the bed. He wasted zero time as his cock dragged through your folds once before plunging back into you with a forceful snap of his hips. 
    His hands dug into your hips, making your back arch for him. Your weight was placed on your elbows, pressed into the bed as you gripped tightly onto the linen sheets within your curling fingers. 
 He sent you lurching forward each time the head of his cock slammed into your cervix. The sounds of Danny’s heavy breathing and slapping of his thighs into yours filled the room. Just like he predicted, you were now trying to bite back the screams into the flesh of your arm. 
He was probably right about how you wouldn't break, but it appeared that Danny was determined to push you to the point where you just might.
    In a daring move, you peered over your shoulder in a search for Josh, only to find him tugging Danny in by the jaw to place a forceful kiss. You spotted his tongue flicking across his friend’s lips just before diving into his mouth in an effort to taste you for the first time tonight. 
Your boyfriend pulled away and hummed in satisfaction to himself, licking across his own glossy lips to savor what was there, like he had just taken a sip of an expensive wine, “Mmm…she’s so delicious, isn’t she?…Like the sweetest of peaches.”
Even though his thrusts have slowed with Josh’s close presence, the force behind each one hasn’t eased so you can’t prevent your head from falling into the plush blankets. Your boyfriend’s soft fingers brushed over your ass, tracing over each of his favorite curves on your body as he walked alongside the bed.
You were having a hard time believing that you had actually seen this before your very eyes, all while Danny was still buried deep inside you. 
Josh removed his clothes and found a place at the head of the bed in front of you, sliding himself beneath your body while sweeping the stray sweat-dampened hairs that had clung to your forehead.
“You miss me?”  His voice was faint with the familiar softness making your heart skip. 
Each powerful thrust makes you jerk forward, but you are able to sigh, “I did.” 
You brought your lips to his twitching cock. He deserved the reward with how patient he had been with you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need it just as badly. 
Your tongue kitten-licked under that sensitive spot under his perfectly, pink tip - that was now resembling the rosy shade of his puffy lips. You knew everything he liked, and what drove him to the very edge. He was adamant to tell you each time you took care of him like this, and it didn’t take long for you to have him at your mercy. 
“Fuck…” he groaned, letting his head hit the headboard. “I know I certainly missed you.”
If you were to look up to him, you would have seen his brows knitting together, lips parting with a blush that pricked his cheeks. 
“Josh… I-“ you cried breathlessly, pulling him from your mouth. It was becoming impossible for you to concentrate with Danny slamming into you at this relentless pace. You tried your best to keep a hand around him but you couldn’t help your forehead falling against his thigh.
     In your listlessness, he petted your head with what could only be described as pure affection, the praise floating freely from his lips, “You’re doing so good taking us like this.”
Danny twirled your hair around his wrist and pulled back, yanking you upright on your knees so you were flushed against his chest. He taunted with a distinct gravelly tone in his voice, “Does he get to fuck you like this? Rail you hard enough until you can’t fucking speak? Or is that why you need me to do it?”
That was certainly new. 
Josh glared back at the man behind you, eyes darkened and brooding, “I think you’ve had enough, Daniel. Don’t forget that she’s mine.” 
Possessiveness was a trait you rarely saw in Josh, if ever, and this was the first time he allowed any hint of jealousy slip through, but with the playful smirk trying to pull at the corner of his lips threatened to reveal his bluff. 
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Danny rasped in your ear before releasing his hold on you, sending you forward to fall onto Josh. 
You winced from the sudden emptiness of him drawing himself from you. You weren’t going to live with the feeling long, because with the help of your boyfriend’s guiding hand, you found your place on his lap. He was quick to welcome you back with roaming hands as you straddled over his legs.  
“I knew you couldn’t stay away for long,” he giggled across your lips as he brushed his nose against the side of yours. 
You broke into laughter, teasing him, “I think it was you that couldn’t stay away from me, Josh.”
“You’re not wrong.” 
He allowed you to take control - even if you were really the one to have it all along - and you took his length in your hand. He shuddered from your touch, and held his breath as you eased yourself slowly onto him. 
Even from Danny, you needed a few seconds to adjust to the size of Josh stretching you out as he bottomed out inside you. 
He groaned when you started to rock your hips slightly, “Fuck… I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” 
Danny stayed close behind you, stroking himself as his lips ghosted across your shoulder and neck. His knuckles brushed against your back with each pass of his hand over the head, and you knew he was so close from the raggedness of his breathing.
Josh’s thumb swept across your cheek, “How did he feel, baby? He everything you imagined?”
Your shyness immediately resurfaced, and all possible answers seemed to evaporate from your thoughts. He sees your hesitancy but doesn’t drop the topic, “Go on, tell me all about it.
It was too much for you to process, and a part of you worried about upsetting Josh if you were to be truthful. But in an effort to please him, you squeaked out, “…He felt so good. He’s so…” 
Josh smiled when you eventually trailed off in thought, watching you as you became lost in your own blissful world all while bouncing on his cock..
He knew. He knew how Danny made you feel. How he filled you up and fucked you the way you needed. 
Josh also knew that with him, you felt complete. He was made for you. He was intuned with every part of your body, fitting together like a lost key to a lock. He had spent time learning, and exploring you. Your pleasure to him would always be priority and if it meant sharing you in this way would give that to you, he would do it every night without a second thought.
From all this time together you could see Josh was getting close. He fought through it, trying to mask the obvious tells as he continued, “I think Danny boy would like to know what you think. I know you can be a good girl and tell him.”
Another praise mixed in with the stroke of his friend’s ego. 
And Danny was quick to pick up on what your mouth couldn’t form. 
“Did you like being a slut for my cock tonight?” Danny leaned forward to breathe into your hair. 
It wasn’t something you expected him to say to you, but it was impossible to deny how it made you feel. It fit him rather well. 
“Watch it,” Josh snapped back through gritted teeth. You noted to yourself that you would be sure to tease him about his protectiveness over you even in the roles you were all playing. 
Danny simply ignored the threat, “Oh it’s true though, isn’t it, beautiful? I’d say you’re quite the little deviant with how you sucked me off like that, how you fucked my face…how you screamed my name.” 
There was no point in denying his words. It was the truth and Josh was just as aware of it. You clenched around him knowing that you would be making this up to him somehow…at some point soon. 
Danny’s hand wandered around the curve of your hip and traveled down between your legs to circle around your clit, making sure that it wasn’t forgotten. The pressure from the pad of his finger rubbing over you with the sinful glide of Josh’s cock against that delightfully hidden spot was too much for you to bear. 
Danny was playing you better than any instrument while Josh’s lips found that vulnerable little place tucked below your ear. Whenever your strained legs couldn’t keep up, Josh’s hips lifted to compensate.
You weren’t able to keep the wall of your next climax from tumbling down around you. Josh fucked you slowly through your second wave when it fell, riding through the tightening around him. It isn’t until you come through to the other side that you realize you’ve completely soaked his lap. 
Your name filled the air like a sweet song, sewn together in a string of curses from Josh’s mouth. He followed soon after, faltering under the pull of his own release.
He spilled deep into your pussy, nestled in a part of you that was always meant to be his. A silent agreement between the three of you. With a final squeeze of his hand around himself, Danny followed soon after, splattering the swell of your ass with his warm cum. 
Every hot, sticky breath panted from kiss-swollen lips. Every shaky tremble of straining limbs. Every point where your bodies touched. It was all overwhelming your senses…and you weren’t alone. 
You all basked in the surprisingly peaceful moment, coming down from your collective high together for what felt like hours until Josh broke the comfortable silence.
“I told you she was into it.”
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