Cover By @no-other-mashter
cover by @no-other-mashter
A Cabin In The Woods - Ch.1
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Sam x F!Reader
𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚌𝚎?
Warnings/Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Douche Sam, Ex Danny, Soft Twins.
wc; 8425
a/n: finally a series!! this little idea was fleshed out with the help of @dannys-dream . please enjoy!
taglist : @musicislove3389 @peaceloveunitygvf @jazzyfigz @sarahbethgvf @fleetingjake
You glance around the room, taking in the scattered reminders of your lives intertwined. A few empty soda cans on the coffee table, remnants of your last gaming session. The stack of board games, some still in their boxes, others half-assembled, waiting for another night of laughter and playful competition. The anticipation thickens in the air, and you can almost hear the sounds of their arrival—a chorus of friendly banter, footsteps heavy with eagerness, the slam of the door as they burst in, bringing with them the energy of a weekend where everything seems possible.
With a sudden burst of energy, you jump up and move around the living room, tidying up just a bit. You gather the cans and throw them away, arrange the games into a neat, crooked pile, and adjust the throw pillows on the couch for an inviting look. As you work, you think about each of your friends and the unique role they play in your little group. Josh, the planner, always with a map in hand and ideas for adventures. Jake, the jokester, whose humor lights up even the cloudiest day. Danny, the quiet but observant one, who often surprises you with his insights. And Sam, the wanderer, whose spontaneous spirit often leads you to places you'd never thought to explore.
After a few minutes, you pause to listen again, straining for any sound of them arriving, but all you hear is the mesmerizing chirping of birds outside. You cross back to the window, pulling back the drapes to peer out at the driveway. The sunlight dances on the pavement, an empty space waiting, just like your heart wants to be filled again with the laughter and camaraderie that only this group can bring.
You think back to the plans you had made, each one a thread weaving the fabric of this weekend together. Hiking in the woods, fishing by the lake, maybe even telling ghost stories around the fireplace. Memories of weekends spent laughing until your sides hurt and sharing secrets that only deepened your bond float to the surface. You can almost picture how it will be: the five of you piled into the cabin, the air filled with chatter and the smell of snacks being prepared, the excitement of adventures awaiting just outside the door.
Time drags as you check your phone again, scrolling through messages but finding none. You switch to your playlists, letting the melodies fill the room, hoping they’ll calm your impatient heart. The music swells, wrapping you in its embrace as you move to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked cookies still lingering from earlier. You grab a couple, hoping the smell will entice your friends upon their arrival. You take a bite, savoring the rich sweetness that temporarily distracts you from the ticking clock.
Minutes crawl on, and your imagination takes flight, picturing each friend’s face, their expressions as they step through the door. You imagine Josh already trying to set up the itinerary, Jake’s inevitable quips punctuating the details, Danny’s dry humor, and Sam’s enthusiastic agreement peppering their discussions. The thought brings a smile to your lips, and you allow yourself to get lost in it.
You lean against the counter, glancing again at the clock. The hands seem stubbornly fixed, but finally, you hear it—the soft rumble of a car engine breaking through the afternoon stillness. Your heart skips a beat, and you rush to the door, peering out through the glass pane. It’s not just one car, but two, the familiar shapes of their vehicles parked haphazardly on the gravel.
Adrenaline courses through you, and you throw open the door, taking a moment to soak up the sight. Josh is the first out, already waving excitedly at you, his backpack slung over one shoulder. Sam tumbles out next, nearly tripping over his own feet, laughter spilling from his lips. Jake hops out of the backseat, a mock flourish accompanying his arrival. Then there’s Danny, who emerges more slowly, his presence calm amidst the whirlwind.
You step out into the open air, and as they draw nearer, the energy in your chest ignites into a full flame. Josh is already unfolding a paper with scribbled plans, Jake is regaling you with a story from the ride, and Sam is juggling a bag of snacks like a circus performer. You laugh, your voice mixing with theirs, as the worry of waiting melts away.
“About time you got here!” you tease, gesturing dramatically to your watch as they gather around you.
“Sorry! There was a weird traffic jam. Blame the ducks,” Jake shoots back, somehow managing to sound both sarcastic and sincere all at once.
The laughter that erupts is warm and infectious, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. You know that this is just the beginning; the weekend stretches out ahead of you, full of messiness and adventure, laughter and shared moments, just waiting for you to dive into it together. As the initial chaos of greetings dies down, there’s a gentle tug in your heart as you catch sight of Sam, now standing a little farther back, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. His expression is unreadable, a mix of wariness and stubbornness that you’ve seen before. It wouldn’t be your first time navigating this peculiar distance that seems to have blossomed between you two since the breakup.
You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of discomfort coiling in your stomach. You remember when Sam was just a kid, tagging along with Danny, wide-eyed and full of curiosity. He idolized his older brother and you, too. But as the years rolled on, things shifted—the innocence of childhood faded, and the complexities of adulthood crept in. Once an eager participant in your little adventures, Sam now stood at the fringes, a silent observer in a space that used to feel so inclusive.
You flash him a smile, hoping to breach the silent wall that’s grown taller between you over the years. “Hey, Sam! You ready for this weekend?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light and inviting.
He responds with a tight, almost imperceptible nod, his gaze shifting to the grass at his feet. “Yeah,” he mutters, his voice barely audible over the excitement buzzing from the others. The wave of disappointment crashes over you like a cold breeze, leaving you shivering even in the warmth of the sun.
“Awesome! We’ve got hiking and fishing on the agenda. You’ll love it,” you say, keeping your voice steady, even though every word feels like a fragile bridge being built between you and him. You want him to feel included, to remember the fun the five of you shared—but something always seems to break that connection.
He shrugs but doesn't respond, and you can't help but notice how much his demeanor has changed. This is not the same Sam who once giddily climbed trees with you in the backyard or raced across the playground, his laughter mingling with yours. No, this version of Sam stands guarded, like he’s built a fortress around his emotions, and you’re left on the outside, struggling to find an entry point.
Josh, oblivious to your unspoken struggle, throws an arm around you and Sam, pulling you both into the group. “I brought the marshmallows! We need to find the perfect spot for making s’mores, right?” he announces, attempting to lift the mood.
You can feel Sam stiffen slightly against you as Josh continues to speak. You wonder if he even realizes how much the past has influenced his views on you, or if he’s even bothered to tell Danny how he feels. You want to reach out, to talk to him alone somewhere quiet, but the fear of making things worse holds you back. Hadn’t you tried before? You think back to the moments after the breakup, sensing that Sam’s icy glare had been directed at you more often than not.
Danny notices the tension, shooting a glance back at you. He’s always been the peacemaker among your friends, but even he hasn't managed to bridge the gap between you and Sam. He steps closer, trying to draw you back into the group dynamic. “Alright! Let’s load up the cars. I’ll grab the bags,” he says cheerfully.
You watch as Danny hustles away, a familiar sense of comfort and guilt flooding through you at his actions. He’s still your friend, even after everything, making this situation increasingly complicated. You had shared a deep connection, a bond that was special, but now that connection felt fragile, with threads fraying as each day went by. The decision to remain friends with him had been simple at the time, rooted in mutual respect and affection for one another, but you hadn’t fully anticipated how it would affect your relationship with Sam.
“Why does he still talk to you?” Sam’s voice cuts through your thoughts abruptly, and you turn to find him glaring at you, confusion etched across his features.
You blink, taken aback by his straightforwardness. It was a question not merely about your friendship with Danny, but something deeper, one that suggested unresolved feelings.
“What do you mean?” you reply, trying to keep your voice from wavering.
“Just… why? After everything? You broke up. It’s not fair to Danny, you know.” His eyes narrow, and there’s no mistaking the defensiveness that wrapped around him as he stood his ground.
Your heart sinks at his words. You had expected some tension, but you hadn’t anticipated this raw confrontation. “Sam, it’s not like that,” you respond gently, striving for sincerity rather than defensiveness, but it comes out muddled. “Danny and I are friends; that doesn’t change the past, but it doesn’t mean we can’t be there for each other. What happened between us was… well, it was years ago.”
But Sam isn’t ready to ease off. “Then why’s he still so close? Doesn’t it bother him? You just act like nothing happened.”
You feel a wave of frustration and hurt rise within you. “It’s not like we pretend it didn’t happen,” you counter, your voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve moved on. It was a mutual decision. But you haven’t even tried to understand.”
“Understand?” His voice cracks like glass, sharp and brittle. “You think it’s that easy? You hurt him—and you hurt me. Don’t act like you didn’t.”
And there it is, the voice of a protector, a younger brother shielding his older sibling from the pain you had inadvertently caused. Regret gnaws at your heart; you hadn’t anticipated how deep the roots of the past would grow, or how they would fester.
The moment stretches, a fragile silence hanging between you. You want to explain how even though the breakup had been tough, it was healthier for both of you to let go. You want to tell him that your friendship with Danny no longer carries the weight that it once did. But as you look into Sam’s frustrated eyes, filled with the hurt and resentment that he carries, you realize that words alone may not be enough.
You take a step toward him, lowering your voice, “I’m still the same person, Sam. I care about you. I always have. And I never wanted this. If I could take everything back, I would.”
There’s a flicker of vulnerability in Sam’s expression, but it’s quickly masked by a wall of defiance. He shakes his head, the battle between his emotions evident. “But you can’t. You can't erase the past. You’re just… you’re just not the person I thought you were.”
The weight of his words hangs in the air like an oppressive fog. Deep down, you know this isn’t just about you; this is Sam grappling with his loyalty, with the fragments of his innocence being directly affected by choices made long ago, neither of you fully prepared for the landscape of change that followed.
A voice in your head whispers that perhaps this moment isn’t the time to press further. What he needs might be different than what you want. So, instead of pushing, you simply take a deep breath and offer him a small, tentative smile. “I hope one day, you’ll see that,” you say quietly. It’s a promise to yourself, a commitment that you won’t give up on him, no matter how tough he chooses to be.
Josh calls out for everyone to grab their things, pulling you back into the present. The others have wandered off to the cars. You feel the pulsing uncertainty hanging over your head, yet a flicker of hope ignites amid the tension. While things may not settle overnight, perhaps this weekend spent together in the cabin can lay the groundwork, the first tentative steps toward rebuilding what feels broken.
As you approach the vehicles, your heart still heavy with the confrontation but your resolve steady, you glance back at Sam. He stands a little apart, watching as the others prepare for the adventure ahead. You can only hope that somewhere in him, beneath the hurt and the resentment, lies the same Sam who once laughed with you, the one who could still find joy in the shared moments to come. In the complicated web of friendships and past relationships, all you can do is be patient. And for now, that has to be enough. As you gather your things, moving methodically through the motions without allowing yourself to get attached to the feelings brewing within you, you can feel the invisible barrier remaining firmly in place between you and Sam. Over the months—no, the years—you’ve grown increasingly indifferent to his indifference. You’ve learned to encapsulate your disappointment in a box labeled “Sam,” pushing it aside among the remnants of a past that no longer holds the warmth it once did. It’s a survival tactic more than anything, one that helps you navigate the reality of being with the group without constantly feeling the sting of his coldness.
You toss your backpack into the back of the car, and from the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Sam’s silhouette. He is leaning against the trunk of his own car, arms crossed defensively as he furtively shoots glances your way, as if keeping track of your every movement. The feeling of animosity between you both has morphed into a standoff—one that has grown all too familiar. Civil, yes, but you’d be lying if you didn’t think of him as an enemy of sorts.
“Hey! You ready?” Josh’s voice pulls you back into the moment, a jovial spirit breaking through the tension that lingers over you like a storm cloud.
“Yeah, let me just grab a couple more things,” you reply, pushing away the distractions of the cold exchange with Sam. You put on your friendliest face, hoping it radiates enough warmth to block the chilly vibes from the younger brother.
As you turn back to your car, you can feel Sam’s eyes boring into your back. The sharpness of his gaze is enough to make you almost cringe. In a moment of pure habit, you catch his glance across the distance between you, but instead of engaging, you look away, resignation washing over you. This is your new normal—walking around each other with an almost practiced ease, avoiding topics that felt like landmines, running the motions without the heart.
You join Josh, who is animatedly motioning toward the pile of bags ready to be loaded into the car. He lifts your duffel bag, tossing it into the backseat. “You know what? I think this weekend is going to be pretty epic,” he says with an enthusiastic grin, and there’s a spark in his eyes that suggests he might be cooking up something devious underneath the cheerful exterior.
“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun,” you respond, keeping your tone light, but the spark of excitement doesn’t quite match what you feel inside. You know you’re only here for the rest of them—not for Sam, but for the camaraderie that the others bring. The thought serves as a bitter reminder that this weekend isn't going to be the joyful adventure you once experienced; it’s veiled in complications now.
“You don’t sound too thrilled,” Josh observes, tilting his head slightly as he watches you. His playful smirk hints that he knows you better than you’d like to admit.
“I am! I just— I don’t know. It’s hard with all the… dynamics,” you admit, glancing back at Sam, who is now leaning against the car, scrolling through his phone, feigning disinterest in everything around him.
Josh catches your gaze and follows it. “Ah, Sam,” he says knowingly, his smirk widening. “You know how to handle him, right? Just give him some space. He’s a brat, but he’ll come around… eventually. Maybe.” There’s a lightheartedness in his tone, but you can hear the flicker of truth beneath it as well.
You sigh softly, refraining from saying a whole lot. It’s tiring, dwelling on Sam and the gulf that has opened between you two. “I’m just here for the rest of you,” you finally say, attempting to shake off the weighty atmosphere hanging between you all.
“Oh come on, don’t sell yourself short,” Josh nudges playfully. “You’ll have a good time. Trust me; I’ve got plans. Just wait.” His eyes glimmer with mischief, promising something that you can't quite articulate but makes you feel a sense of intrigue mixed with a sprinkle of apprehension.
“Plans?” you raise an eyebrow, instantly curious. “What kind of plans?”
Josh just smirks and shakes his head. “You’ll see. Just… keep that excitement brewing. You’re going to need it.” He glances over your shoulder at Sam, who’s obliviously shifting his weight between his feet, looking anywhere but at you. “And if you want to help Sam thaw out, I’d say surprise him this weekend.”
You can’t help but snort. “Yeah, because that’s worked so well in the past,” you reply, rolling your eyes playfully. There’s a moment where you and Josh share a genuine laugh, an infectious moment that lifts your spirits—if only for a heartbeat.
But as the laughter fades, you find yourself swallowing the edges of optimism that Josh had carefully woven among your words. Everything feels like it’s wrapped in prickly layers, and you can’t quite shake off the lingering frost that Sam has established around himself. You glance back at the car, the rest of your friends mingling as they load their bags, and you know that whatever happens this weekend, the shadows will continue to linger.
But for now, you focus on the group—the familiar sounds of friends, the camaraderie that still exists, and the small moments where joy can weave through the complexities. If nothing else, you can hold onto that, at least for a little while longer.
The excitement builds as the group begins to finalize the car arrangements, laughter and chatter filling the air like the sweetest of harmonies. Meanwhile, you stand by your car, your bags safely stowed in the trunk, watching as Danny, Jake, and Josh cram themselves into one vehicle. Jake is behind the wheel, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms as he adjusts his sunglasses.
“Hey, we’re all set over here!” Danny calls out, giving you a wave with a grin that feels impossibly bright against the growing shadows of your own swirling emotions.
“Great! How's it looking?” you ask, attempting to maintain the upbeat spirit that the others seem to exude.
“It’s a tight fit,” Jake chuckles, shifting a few duffel bags to open up his side. “But I think we can manage. It’s like a fun little challenge. Just squeeze in!”
Your heart sinks a little. There’s no room for you to join the fun trio. There’s the undeniable reality that someone has to ride with Sam, and as fate would have it, that someone is you. The mental calculation runs through your head as Josh leans over. “So, it looks like you’re stuck with our favorite ice-cold brother,” he teases, a smile dancing on his lips.
You force a smile back, but the corners of your mouth barely lift. “Yeah, sounds like a blast,” you say, your voice dripping with false enthusiasm. But you know better; you’ve moved past hoping for a magical transformation between you and Sam. Instead, you brace for the awkward silence that awaits you.
“Just try not to kill each other,” Danny chimes in with a laugh, clapping Jake on the shoulder as he climbs into the backseat. The two of them crowd in with Josh, leaving you standing at the edge of the parking lot, bags in tow, feeling more like a reluctant passenger on a sinking ship.
“Have fun!” Josh throws over his shoulder, a teasing tone layered beneath genuine friendship. You merely nod and turn back toward your own car, steeling yourself for the ride.
As you approach Sam, who has finally peeled himself away from the trunk, your heart sinks a little deeper. He stands there, arms crossed, head tilted slightly to the side, like a statue carved from ice. You wonder if he’s ever going to ease up, but you have your doubts.
“Ready?” you ask, trying to inject a hint of excitement into your voice, but it falls flat, met by a lackluster nod from him. Definitely not the response you were hoping for.
He opens the passenger door for you, the gesture surprisingly formal, but no warmth underlies it. You slide in, feeling the chill envelop you like a thick winter coat. The atmosphere in the car is immediate—stark, heavy with uncomfortable silence. It hangs between you like a thick fog, dense and unyielding.
Sam quietly takes his place in the driver’s seat, starting the engine and fumbling with the radio. He seems determined to ignore your presence, staring straight ahead as if making an escape plan from the vulnerability of sharing a confined space. You wish there was a way to breach the awkwardness, to find a thread that could pull you back together, but as the tires crunch against the gravel, any hope for easy conversation dissipates.
Seeking some semblance of normalcy, you reach for the radio dial. “Let’s put some music on,” you suggest, flipping through the static-filled channels, your fingers finding the familiar rhythm of pop tunes and classic rock. Anything to drown out the suffocating quiet.
You land on a station playing an upbeat track—something that hints at carefree moments and happy adventures. As the music swells in the car, you glance over at Sam, who seems indifferent, his eyes fixed ahead on the road. The contrast between the vibrant sound and his unyielding silence sticks out like a sore thumb.
As the first chorus filters through the air, you attempt to find solace in the lyrics, tapping your fingers on your knee. The momentary distraction feels almost comforting, wrapping you in a bubble of familiarity, but the more you look over, the more the disconnection between you gnaws at your insides.
With each passing song, you steal glances at Sam, noticing the set of his jaw, the way he focuses entirely on the road, as if the scenery outside holds his full attention. It’s as though he’s cast you out completely, maintaining an air of impressive detachment. You feel the weight of his emotions pressing down upon you, and the lack of dialogue hangs heavily in the air, making you painfully aware of how this car ride is just another continuation of the unspoken animosity.
“Can we at least talk?” you break the silence after what feels like an eternity, your voice coming out more tentative than you intended.
A flicker of surprise crosses Sam’s features, but it’s quickly replaced by that familiar coldness. “What’s there to talk about?” he replies, his tone clipped and almost disdainful.
You don’t have an answer for that. Instead, you return your gaze to the road ahead, willing yourself to fade into the background. As the landscape lazily unfolds outside, you tap your fingers absently to the rhythm of the songs, clutching tightly to the momentary escape they offer while the awkwardness seeps into any crevice it can find.
The music continues to play, but the sound no longer feels potent enough to bridge the gap. And so, you sit in silence with Sam, together yet entirely alone, gripped by the cold tension that still looms overhead as the car speeds into a weekend that feels far from the promise of the adventure it should hold.
The thrum of the tires against the gravel grows faint as Sam pulls the car to a stop. The abrupt halt rouses you from your thoughts, your body tense and coiled from the ride. You can sense the anticipation in the air as you sit in silence for a moment longer, taking in the surroundings. The cabin abruptly fills with the chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves—a serene welcome that feels almost surreal after the oppressive silence of the drive.
With a burst of adrenaline, you fling open your door before Sam has even turned off the engine. The cool breeze greets you like an old friend as you hop out, not waiting for any farewell or parting glance. Your feet hit the ground with a thud, and you cherish the feeling of freedom as you stretch your legs and breathe in the fresh, earthy scent of the outdoors.
“Finally!” you exhale, shaking off the lingering weight of the car ride as you make your way towards the others, who are unloading their bags with animated chatter. You spot Danny first, his voice carrying over the excited hum of everyone’s arrival.
“Hey! You made it!” he calls, a warm smile brightening his face as he waves you over.
“Yep! I survived,” you reply, injecting a playful cheer into your words as you approach him. He raises an eyebrow playfully, sensing there’s more to your story than your upbeat tone conveys.
“How was the ride with Sam?” Danny inquires, leaning in closer, curiosity dancing in his eyes. You can’t help but let out a short, bitter laugh.
“It was… cold,” you say, searching for the right words. “I mean, really, really cold. Like, I thought I was going to need a parka.”
Danny’s expression shifts to one of mild concern mixed with amusement. He chuckles softly, his eyes glancing towards Sam, who is now focused on unloading bags from the car with an almost robotic efficiency. “Sounds about right. He can be a snowstorm in human form,” he jokes, but there’s an underlying seriousness in his voice.
You nod, the heaviness of the ride still looming over you like a lingering cloud. “I just don’t get why he has to be like that,” you admit, your voice dropping slightly as you try to keep the conversation light.
“It’s Sam,” Danny shrugs, rolling his eyes. “He’s always been like that. Don’t take it personally. He’ll warm up—eventually.” The reassurance sounds hollow, but you appreciate the effort.
Before you can respond, Josh jogs over, cutting into the moment with a laugh as he slings an arm around your shoulders. “What’s the scoop? Did you two drive the entire way without speaking?”
“Pretty much,” you reply, crossing your arms defensively as if that might shield you from the teasing laughter that’s sure to follow. “It was like a contest to see who could be the most silent.”
Josh pretends to gasp dramatically. “An entire hour spent without banter? The horror! Next time, I’ll bring a competition trophy for you both,” he says, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Despite the playful taunts, you feel a little warmth blossom inside you, a reminder that you’re among friends who know the perfect way to lift your spirits even when the situation feels bleak.
As the rest of the group gathers around, you can sense a change in energy, the camaraderie enveloping you like a well-worn blanket. You watch as Jake unloads the last of the bags, and you can see the excitement bubbling up among everyone, a collective anticipation for the weekend ahead.
Maybe, just maybe, you can set aside the awkwardness with Sam and focus on the fun awaiting you all. But the idea of staying civil with him still nibbles at the edges of your mind, lingering beneath the surface.
“Let’s get settled before we explore,” Josh suggests, gesturing toward the cozy cabin that looms invitingly on the hillside. “I could use a good stretch and some snacks to keep my energy up. Who's with me?”
You follow his lead, feeling the warmth of the group draw you in, leaving Sam behind in the background. The unspoken tension ebbed slightly as you turn away, making a conscious effort to step toward laughter and a sense of belonging.
But even amidst the joyful chaos, you can’t help but glance back toward the car, where Sam is still standing, finishing his task in solitude. His presence is a whispering shadow in the back of your mind, a reminder of the icy wall that still divides you. For now, you shake off the unease, hoping that somehow, the thrill of the weekend can melt even the iciest of barriers.
As the group disperses to settle into the two cabins, excitement crackles in the air, mixing with the sweet scent of pine and earthy undertones of the surrounding woods. You watch as Jake, Josh, and Danny haul their gear inside the same cabin, eager to dive into their music and brainstorm creative ideas for the next tour. Their laughter rings out, a cheerful melody that resonates against the backdrop of chirping birds and rustling leaves.
Meanwhile, Sam stands a few feet away, allowing the warmth of camaraderie to wash over him without fully engaging. His body language is closed off, as if he’s placed an invisible barrier between himself and the rest of the group. You steal glances in his direction, still ruminating over the constricting atmosphere from the car ride. But with all the excitement building around you, a part of you feels ready to push that unease aside.
“Alright, let’s get this party started!” Jake exclaims, clapping his hands together as he leads the way into their cabin. It feels right for them to be together, indulging in what they love best. But then your attention shifts back to Sam as he ambles toward the opposite cabin, the decision clearly marked on his face—he wants out. Out of everything.
“Hey, Sam, you want to join us?” Josh asks, half-joking but clearly hopeful for his inclusion.
Sam shakes his head firmly without turning. “I need a break from all this,” he replies tersely, a dismissal that nearly stings in the air. You can see his shoulders tense, a clear indication he’s not about to open up—about anything. It’s a bark of resistance, a wall of icy resolve that sends a reminder of the distance between you.
As you stand there, the tension in the air palpable, you feel a strange mix of anticipation and dread at the thought of cabin assignments. Jake, Josh, and Danny bustle into their cabin, laughter spilling out like sunlight, while Sam, ever the enigma, remains outside, his posture rigid with resolve. Your heart sinks a little when you hear the casual banter coming from the cabin that’s supposedly supposed to be yours.
“Hey, where’s the other cabin?” you ask, trying to mask the unease creeping in.
“It’s just over there,” Josh points, his demeanor as light-hearted as ever. “You’ll love it! It’s cozy, and the view is killer.”
Sam’s voice cuts in sharply from behind you. “I’m really going to need some quiet.” He slips past and heads toward the other cabin, and you can’t help the irritated glance you shoot Josh.
“What? I’m just suggesting you join us!” Josh grins, unfazed by your discontent. He winks, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”
With a resigned sigh, you watch Sam disappear into his chosen retreat. Deciding against further argument, you follow Josh, your heart sinking at the prospect of being ushered into the one space you hadn’t planned on. This was just typical, wasn’t it? The universe had a way of throwing you situations you never asked for.
As you step inside the cabin, you're immediately struck by its rustic beauty. The arching wooden beams overhead give it a charm, while large windows let in soft splashes of golden sunlight. A comfortable couch sits invitingly near a small fireplace, and the kitchen area glistens with warmth and promise of shared meals. There’s an instant feeling of home.
“See? Isn’t it nice?” Josh beams, stepping further in to gesturing for you to join. You can't help but find the ambiance enchanting, the essence of the cabin soothing.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” you admit, allowing yourself to be momentarily distracted by the quaint details—an assortment of vintage mugs hung from a rack, a checkered tablecloth draped over the dining table. Everything feels so inviting, and for a heartbeat, the knot in your stomach unravels. Perhaps it won’t be so bad after all.
But then, as you continue to stroll through the space, your gaze lands on the sleeping area tucked in the corner. The moment you realize there’s only one bed—small, rustic, and undeniably charming—you stop in your tracks, your breath catching in your throat.
“What?” You whirl around to Josh, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “There’s only one bed? Seriously?”
Josh holds up his hands defensively, a playful smirk on his face. “Hey, I don’t make the rules! It’s a cozy cabin, and they weren’t exactly built with… convenience in mind.”
“Convenience?” you huff, incredulity dripping from your tone. “We’re not in a romantic teen flick, Josh! I can’t sleep in a bed with Sam—he can be like a thousand ice cubes!”
“Relax, it’s just for a couple of nights,” Josh chuckles, clearly not fully grasping the discontent rippling through you. “Think of it as an adventure!”
You let out a frustrated groan, rubbing your temples as you try to process this unforeseen development. “An adventure or a nightmare?” Your thoughts race, imagining the uncomfortable moments that lie ahead.
“Look, just make the best of it! You never know, you might actually enjoy it.” He winks again, turning to head for the door. “I’m going to go grab the rest of my stuff. Just—be nice to him, okay? Sam can surprise you.”
As the door clicks shut behind him, you stand in the silence of the cabin, weighing your options. There is a certain comfort in the beauty of the place, but the knowledge that Sam would be your only companion when night descends fills you with dread.
What were the chances of this turning into anything less than awkward? You glance at the bed again, a small, perfect frame draped with a warm comforter, and you can’t help but let out a soft groan. There was no escaping this predicament. Not only would you have to confront the tension that lingered between you and Sam, but you’d also have to figure out how to share such an intimate space without succumbing to the discomfort.
With a cautious sigh, you decide that if you’re going to be stuck in this situation, you might as well make the best of it. Drawing a deep breath, you head back toward the door, determined to find Sam before the night descends—perhaps a little friendly banter could chip away at that frosty demeanor. Or at least, you hope it could. You stand for a moment, wrestling with the urge to chase after Sam. After all, he’s a grown man. This trip is meant to be a break for everyone, and he’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself, even if he seems intent on brooding in solitude. With a firm nod to yourself, you decide against following him.
Instead, you turn back to the cabin, allowing its warm atmosphere to wrap around you like a comforting blanket. Setting your bag on the cozy couch, you begin to unpack, slowly taking out your belongings. You lay out your clothes in the small dresser and set your toiletries on the counter, your fingers brushing over the well-worn wood. Each item finds its place, and with everything finally organized, the cabin begins to feel more like home.
Once you’re finished, you grab your book from the side pocket of your bag, the familiar cover a welcome sight. Plopping down on the couch, you curl your legs beneath you, settling in to read. The cabin is silent, save for the soft sounds of nature filtering in through the open window—the whisper of the wind and the distant call of a bird.
You find your place in the book, the words enveloping you as you lose yourself in the story. Time slips away, the characters pulling you deeper into their world while the sun sinks lower in the sky, casting warm hues of orange and pink through the windows. The ambiance is peaceful and serene, the perfect backdrop to an evening of escape.
But as the sky darkens and stars begin to twinkle overhead, the lure of the outside world beckons you. You set your book aside and decide to venture out. Stepping out of the cabin, the crisp night air hits you, fresh and invigorating. The soft glow of a campfire flickers in the distance, laughter and chatter weaving a warm, welcoming melody.
You make your way toward the group, and as you approach the fire, you spot Jake’s familiar silhouette, his laughter rising above the others. Instinctively, you feel drawn to him—the effortless way he seems to brighten the mood always brings a smile to your face.
“Hey! Look who finally decided to join us!” Jake calls out, his grin infectious. He pats the space beside him on a log that’s been pulled close to the fire. As you settle down next to him, you allow your body to relax, the warmth radiating from the flames washing over you.
“Sorry for the delay. Getting settled took longer than I expected,” you reply, glancing around at the other members of the group. Danny and Josh sit opposite you, animatedly discussing something that makes them all break into laughter now and then, while Sam appears a short distance away, leaning against a tree, arms crossed over his chest, watching the scene unfold.
Jake leans closer, his voice lowering a notch so only you can hear. “You know, touring can be exhausting, but there’s nothing like a campfire to recharge. The stories we gather, the people we meet—it’s all a part of it.”
You nod, intrigued. “What’s one of your favorite moments from tour?”
Jake’s eyes light up as he leans back, stretching his arms. “Oh man, there are so many! But there was this one time in Stockholm. We had a show, everything was fine, and then it just started pouring down. Everything was getting wet, crew were running out to try and cover everything, but we decided to go for it anyway. The energy in that crowd was electric. People were dancing in the rain, completely soaked, loving every minute of it. There’s just something magical about sharing those experiences, y’know?”
You listen intently, captivated by the enthusiasm in his voice. As Jake reminisces, you can see the clear passion he has for his craft, for the stage, and for those chaotic yet beautiful moments that make up a musician’s life.
The comforting glow of the fire creates a warm cocoon around the group, and little by little, you become absorbed in the shared tales of adventures, mischief, and unexpected mishaps. The feeling of camaraderie fills the space as stories pass around like cherished keepsakes—each anecdote drawing you closer to the rest of the group.
You steal a glance at Sam, noticing that he hasn't moved. He seems distant, lost in his own thoughts, but you remind yourself that you are not responsible for him. Tonight is about the warmth of friendship and connection, a reminder of the bonds you share with these people.
As the conversations swirl around you, you find a comfortable spot amid the laughter and storytelling, finally allowing yourself to relax. There may be unresolved tension with Sam lingering in the back of your mind, but for now, you embrace the moment—the crackling fire, the rich stories, and the sparkling stars above. As the evening unfolds, the warmth of the fire ignites a newfound energy in the group. Josh reaches into a cooler nearby, cracking open a few drinks, the sounds of cans popping echoing into the night. The laughter swells as everyone grabs their beverages, toasting to camaraderie under the twinkling stars.
“Cheers!” Jake calls out, holding his can high. The others echo him, clinking their drinks together, the sound of laughter mingling with the crackling of the fire. You take a long sip, feeling the refreshing taste wash over you, a perfect complement to the lively atmosphere surrounding you.
The night deepens, and the glow of the fire flickers and dances across everyone’s faces, creating a cozy enclave of warmth amid the cool night air. The conversation flows easily, stories bouncing back and forth, punctuated by the occasional jeer or hearty laugh. You settle comfortably into the moment, appreciating the ease with which everything seems to be unfolding.
As the evening progresses, you catch sight of Sam from the corner of your eye. He stands at the edge of the clearing, arms still crossed, leaning against a tree. He seems disconnected, observing from a distance, his expression unreadable. Yet, as you continue to watch, it’s clear he’s caught in the contagious vibe that surrounds the fire. You look away, not wanting to give it too much thought.
Just when you begin to wonder if he’d stay withdrawn, he edges closer, his presence almost tentative but still steadfast. Jake waves him over, and to your surprise, Sam steps forward, joining the group but keeping a careful distance from where you sit. He responds to the others with brief smiles and nods, his warmth reserved only for them.
A moment later, Josh stretches and calls out, “Hey, Jake! Switch seats with me!” Without hesitation, he stands and swiftly swaps places with Jake, who falls into a natural rhythm chatting with Danny on the opposite side of the fire.
Now seated next to you, Josh leans in with a grin that instantly eases any lingering tension. “So, I’ve been mapping out a hiking trip for tomorrow,” he says, excitement bubbling in his voice. “I found this amazing trail that leads to this gorgeous viewpoint. If you’re up for it, I think it'll be a blast!”
You perk up, intrigued. “Really? How long is the hike?”
“A few hours, give or take, depending on how much we stop to take photos,” he says, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I thought it would be a great way to explore the area while also getting some fresh air. Plus,” he adds with a conspiratorial grin, “you can get a step ahead on your ‘adventure’ with Sam!”
You chuckle at the idea, but a part of you feels a little conflicted. “What if Sam doesn’t want to join us?” you muse, shooting a glance toward him. Even as he sips his drink, he seems engaged in casual conversation with the others, yet his gaze is distant, unfocused.
“Oh, come on!” Josh rolls his eyes dramatically, leaning closer, his voice a playful whisper. “He might be grumpy now, but when he gets out on the trail, the fresh air could do him wonders. Besides, it’s all about enjoying ourselves, right?”
You can’t help but smile at Josh’s infectious enthusiasm. “Okay, I’ll join you. Sounds like fun!”
“Awesome! I’ll make sure to bring some snacks. We can have a little picnic at the viewpoint,” he suggests, and just then, Danny breaks out into another story, eliciting laughter from Jake and the rest of the group.
As you settle into the conversation with Josh, a lightness begins to fill the air, and the earlier tension fades. You steal another glance at Sam, noticing he’s still holding his drink, but has started engaging more than before. It’s small, but you sense a subtle transformation with him—something that perhaps indicates that being around the fire is melting the ice a bit.
Everyone’s laughter mingles with the night sounds, the stars shining brightly above as the embers of the fire flicker and pop. You lean back, soaking in the moment. Tomorrow promises new adventures—one filled with hiking, laughter, and the spirit of exploration. For now, you allow yourself to enjoy that sense of belonging, sharing stories and warmth with your chosen family under the expansive sky.
The night begins to stretch on, each minute blending into the next, the laughter and stories creating a seamless tapestry of warmth and companionship. The fire crackles softly, slowly surrendering to the coolness of the evening air as the flames retreat into a pile of glowing embers. The comforting scent of smoke lingers, weaving through the crisp atmosphere around you.
As the group continues to chatter, the energy isn’t quite as boisterous as it had been earlier. Conversations begin to dwindle into soft murmurs, the warmth of the fire drawing everyone closer as shadows dance around you. You can feel the budding fatigue settling in; the day had been long, filled with travel and commotion. Glancing around, you catch sight of Josh and Danny, both leaning back on their hands, eyelids heavy with sleep.
Jake stands up, stretching with a yawn. “I think it’s about time we call it a night, huh?” he suggests, quickly met with nods and sighs of agreement. Slowly, everyone begins to rise from their places around the fire, reluctantly shaking off the comfort of the warmth.
“Goodnight, everyone!” Josh calls out, before he and Danny wander off toward the cabin.
The others follow suit, saying their goodnights as they drift in their separate directions, leaving you and Sam lingering by the fire. He stands nearby, his expression still somewhat distant, eyes flickering briefly toward the ashes.
“Let’s head in,” you say, breaking the silence as you turn to him. Sam nods but doesn’t say anything, still gazing into the dimming fire.
You walk toward the cabin door, Sam following closely behind. He steps through the threshold first, immediately letting out a breath as he brushes off the chill that clings to him. “Man, it’s cold out there,” he remarks, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.
You smile, turning back to the fire for one last moment before stepping inside. As you linger, you scan the darkened cabin, your eyes drifting toward the dwindling logs stacked in the corner. There aren’t many left for tomorrow, and while it tugs at your mind, you decide it’ll be a problem for a later time. Right now, the warmth from the fire still barely fills the room, and it holds a comfort that you want to stay in a little longer.
The embers crackle softly, glowing like miniature stars against the ashy backdrop, and as you watch, a small wave of peacefulness washes over you. But then, the moment takes a shift. You turn back toward Sam and notice he’s looking around the cabin, a scowl etched on his features.
“Huh,” he says. “I didn't realize there was only one bed.”
His tone is curt, and there’s a flicker of something—annoyance? Disappointment?—behind his eyes. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow, feeling the weight of the night's earlier warmth dissipate slightly at his words.
“Yeah, I guess it’s a small cabin,” you reply, trying to keep the tone light. “We’ll figure it out.”
Sam huffs, hands shoved deep in his pockets, the tension palpable. “What do you mean we’ll figure it out?”
“Well,” you start, taking a small breath, unsure where to steer the conversation, “we can always share the bed, given that all the other beds are... well, nonexistent.”
He rolls his eyes, his dissatisfaction clear. “Great. Just what I wanted—sharing a bed in a cabin that’s apparently meant for couples.”
You feel a flush creep up your neck at the unintended implication in his words. “It’s just logistics, Sam. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s a big deal to me,” he snaps, his glare holding onto the shadows of the cabin. The air suddenly feels thick with tension, spiraling into an uncomfortable silence between you. You desperately search for the right thing to say, to ease the moment, but it seems nothing fits.
“Look,” you finally say, trying to keep the peace, “we can make the best of it, right? Maybe it’ll just be a fun memory to—”
Sam interrupts, his voice edged with frustration. “Yeah, a fun memory. Because sharing a bed with you will definitely be memorable,” he mutters, sarcasm dripping off his words.
You take a step back, a knot forming in your stomach. The atmosphere that had felt so warm and friendly by the fire now feels heavy and constricted. This isn’t how you wanted the night to end.
“Fine,” you say, drawing back slightly. “If you don’t want to share, you could always sleep on the floor.”
Sam’s expression shifts, caught somewhere between indignation and surprise. “I’m not sleeping on the floor.”
Silence lingers again, thickening the air. You both stand in the small cabin, the only sounds coming from the gentle crackling of the dying fire outside, your voices echoing in the corners of the room.
“Let’s just get some sleep,” you suggest quietly, hoping to soften the moment. He shifts slightly, the tension still palpable as he nods, but there’s an undeniable chill in the air that wasn’t there a moment ago.
As the last remnants of warmth flicker in the embers outside, the cabin darkens around you, pulling you both into an unwelcome reality—the boundaries of friendship challenged by the confines of close quarters.
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I Think I'd Like That
Danny Wagner X Fem Reader
18+ only, minors DNI
Warnings: Unprotected sex, bondage, m-sub, f-dom, choking, begging, mommy kink, masturbation, oral (m-rec), dacryphilia if you squint,
(yes, there will probably be a part 2 to this)
You flashed a smile to the receptionist at the recording studio as you walked by. In hand you had lunch from your and Danny's favorite sandwich shop. As you approached the door you knew led to the room the guys usually used you could hear shouting. You made it a few more steps before the door swung open and Jake stormed past you. You turned, back against the wall to stay out of his way. Next came Josh who walked out of the door and walked the opposite way down the hall.
You cautiously stepped into the room, Sam was fidgeting with buttons on the recording booth, and Danny was in the actual recording area adjusting something on his drums.
"Hey," You said softly, "Special delivery"
His face softened immediately when he turned and saw you.
"Babe" He sighed as he turned and walked over to you, "I didn't know you were bringing me lunch today," he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You reached up and caressed his face as he did it, and you felt his whole body relax at your touch.
"Had a gut feeling you could use your favorite sandwich today, can't have my favorite drummer getting famished" You grinned. He just huffed a laugh as he led you back into the room Sam was still sitting in. There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it, he sunk into the couch and patted the spot next to him.
"What did you get me?" He asked as he opened the bag,
"Daniel," You smirked, "Is that even a question?"
That adorable, crooked smile made an appearance.
"My favorite" He said as he opened it, sighing again. He had a unknowing habit of sighing a lot when he was stressed. You were certain he wasn't even aware he did it.
"Long day?" you whispered, sitting cross legged and getting your sandwich unwrapped as well. He looked to you, then to the back of Sam's head, then back to you with a nod of his head and roll of his eyes. You knew that was the only answer you'd get here. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, and then kissed his cheek.
You both finished your lunch, and were chatting on the couch. You were getting up to leave,
"You staying at my place tonight-" You were cut off with the commotion of the twins bickering as they walked back into the studio.
"Oh christ, Josh, You're being too picky!" Jake shouted,
"No, it needs to sound a certain way! It's not right yet!" Josh argued,
"I think both of you are wrong," Sam chimed in, just to stir the pot.
"I am not wrong! Jake is just being fucking lazy!" Josh snapped, motioning to Jake.
They continued arguing and you looked to Danny, who had his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. He opened his eyes, forcing a smile.
"Would all 3 of you just shut it for five seconds" He said, voice commanding the room, a firm but calm tone. They all looked at him, defiant looks on their faces, but they obliged. Facing you again he took your hand and led you out to the hallway, "At this rate I don't know when I'll get home. Don't wait up too late, ok?" It made you heart swell that he called it home. You two didn't technically live together yet, but he spent most of his time there.
"Alright, try not to work too hard?" You said as you stood on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"No promises" He mumbled as he turned and walked back into the studio.
You walked out to your car, Danny weighing on your mind. He was so stressed, you knew he loved his brothers, but you also knew he got tired of playing mediator and babysitter sometimes. He'd never admit it, but you knew. You thought about ways you could cheer him up. You could cook him his favorite dinner, but chances are it would be cold by the time he got home. You could take him out on a date, but you knew most nights he was so tired he'd rather stay home.
You considered your options, trying to think of all his favorite things. You smiled to yourself as you heard him in your head saying, 'You're my favorite thing y/n'. Then as if a light flipped on in your head, you decided to get a new lingerie set to surprise him with. You started your car and headed for your favorite sex shop. This particular shop sold all the run of the mill stuff, but also had a lingerie section.
You walked past the toy section and to the back of the store where they kept the lingerie. You spotted your normal go to styles: lacy, feminine, sheer, 'girly' soft colors. These were your go to, and Danny never had any complaints. You didn't really see anything that stuck out to you as you browsed. The sales woman must have noticed,
"Let me go pull something from the back for you," She said as she passed by. You gave her an appreciative smile and looked at your phone as you waited. You heard her approaching again and looked up, "I don't know if this is your style, but I thought I'd try" She shrugged with a grin.
In her hands she held a hanger that had no real material. It was a body harness made of leather with silver details and rings. You took the hanger from her as you studied it. It was nothing you had worn before,
"How-do people just wear this by itself?" You asked the woman
"You can, or you can pair it with a matching set under for some more coverage if you want?" You nodded as she spoke,
"I think I'll hold on to it" You said hesitantly,
"Alright," She huffed a laugh, "Let me know if you need anything else"
As she walked away you inspected it over again. Thinking about how it reminded you of something a dominatrix would wear. You started to wonder if Danny would be into that...
You thought about how it might be something he'd like, being able to give up control for once. It was not somewhere you and him had ventured before. He was usually the dominant one in the bedroom, you weren't sure how he'd react if the roles reversed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about the possibilities. It excited you more than you anticipated. You decided this part was something you wanted to play...that was if Danny was also down. You looked around the store, eyes landing on a black lacy lingerie set. It was fairly simple, which was fine since you planned to wear the harness over it. You felt color rise in your cheeks as you realized the panties were crotchless. You grabbed it from the rack and started making your way to the front of the store.
You had a pep in your step but stopped in your tracks as something caught your eye. You let your eyes travel the wall that was full of hooks holding different styles of cuffs. 'Might as well really go for it right?' you thought. You picked up a few different ones, weighing the options, wanting to pick some that were secure but also had no risk of potentially hurting his hands or wrists. You ended up landing on a pair that was a thick cuff made of leather, and had a buckle type closure. They were pricey, but you knew it was worth it. You finished making you way to the checkout counter and placed all your items on it.
You got home and counted yourself lucky that you had a while before Danny got home. You felt like you wanted to be a little more informed on being more dominant, that and get more ideas. You spent the next few hours completely absorbed in 'research'. Most of the sources said that fully committing to the role was important. Many things that you read, written by women said that they had particular outfits they wore when being the dominant one. They'd pick outfits that made their confidence skyrocket. You looked over to the bag sitting next to you. You hoped it made you feel as confident you thought it would. You continued your scrolling, reading things about safe words, checking in, and things like that, things you already knew because Daniel did them for you.
You went about the rest of your day, little chores around the house. Trying to stay busy and occupy your time until Danny would be over. You heard your phone go off and looked at the screen to see a text from him,
My Love- Josh said we will be done in 30 minutes, so I'll be home in an hour. -Ok, I have a surprise for you when you get here. Do me a favor and keep your eyes closed when you get here? My Love- Should I be scared? lol I will try and remember to close my eyes. -Perfect, I love you, see you soon xoxo
You felt giddy as you hurried off to your bathroom to get ready. You decided to really go all out. You showered and did all of your pre-sex shower routine. When you got out you did a dark smokey eye, a deep red lip, and a slicked back high ponytail. You looked so different from your everyday self, which consisted of a light neutral shadow look and maybe a natural lip. You already felt more confident, like a different version of yourself.
You opened the shopping bag, pulling out your purchases. You put on the lingerie, and then struggled with the harness for a moment before getting it on. You mentally thanked the nice sales woman who had informed you it was in fact 2 pieces, one that was for your upper body, and one that was similar to a garter belt. She had shown you the basics of how to get it on. You adjusted all the buckles and got it where it was comfortable. You took a deep breath and then turned to look at yourself in the mirror.
You weren't sure who was staring back at you, but she was a bad bitch. You felt your confidence climb higher and higher the longer you admired your reflection. You couldn't wait to see Danny's reaction, although if things went how you planned, you'd have to wait a little longer.
You looked at the clock, he would be home soon. You took the cuffs and put them on the bed. You grabbed one of your silk scarves you'd tie in your hair sometimes. You turned on some music and waited by the door.
A few minutes later you heard keys outside the door. You grabbed the doorknob once he unlocked it.
"Are your eyes closed?" You asked playfully,
"Oh, right" He laughed, "Yes they are closed"
You felt your heart start to race. Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself, commit to it.
"Ok, keep them closed"
"Ok, let me in" He giggled again, jiggling the doorknob.
You let him into the apartment, immediately securing the blindfold on him.
"What are you up-" His words stopped as he reached out and touched your waist. His hands traveled over your bare skin, the corners of his mouth twitching up. His hands roamed further and came in contact with the leather. His smile turned into his lips slightly parting as his hands felt the material. "Is-is this new?"
"It is," You said, no hope in hiding the smirk in your voice.
"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm into it" He said, his voice already dropping into that lower register. The way it sounded when he was turned on. You walked him backwards to where he was pinned against the door.
"Are you?" You paused as you reached between the two of you, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, hands sliding around to your back and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "I just thought maybe you'd like to not think for once. Have someone else telling you what to do" You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "How does that sound?"
You could feel him growing harder inside his jeans, his head now tipped back and resting against the door. His lips parted, his adams apple bobbing as he answered
"I think I'd like that" he said. He was already so breathy, rutting his hips into your hand. It was intoxicating, seeing how vulnerable he was already being for you. You tilted his face to yours, kissing him deeply. His hands caressed your face, his tongue pressing into your mouth. As he held your face you reached down, unbuttoning his pants and reaching your hand inside. You wrapped your hand around his length firmly. He moaned into your mouth as you freed him from his jeans and stroked him slowly,
"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy for me?" You whispered against his lips. You held your breath as you waited for his answer,
"Yes," His answer shuddered out of him, his cock twitching in your hand. You let his pants fall to the ground and took his shirt off for him as well. His curious hands were roaming your body,
"Oh, you liked that didn't you?" you teased as you kissed at his collar bones. "You like it when I call you a good boy?"
Even with the blindfold on you could see his cheeks blush as he nodded, "What do you want me to call you?"
"What do you want to call me?"
"I-" He started and then stopped himself, "Don't know"
That was a lie, but you'd let him wait till he was ready to disclose his choice.
"Well, thats ok" you replied, "You can think on it"
He nodded shyly, "I wanna see you,"
"You have to wait a little bit longer, patience baby" You took his hand and led him to the bedroom. You got in there and guided him to the bed, having him lay back on it. Crawling up his body you straddled his waist. His hands ran up and down your thighs, a little shaky. "Are you nervous?"
"Not in a bad way," He said through a small grin, "I trust you"
"Glad to hear it" You leaned forward and grabbed the handcuffs, the small length of chain between them rattling. Still blindfolded Danny turned his head towards the sound, "Whats your safeword?"
His attention turned back to you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he rocked you against him, "You think I'll need it?"
"Safeword, Daniel." you said sternly,
"Drumstick" He huffed out in a laugh. You scooted up his body a bit, taking his hands above his head. As you secured them to the headboard he started to squirm slightly beneath you.
"So restless," You teased as you scooted back down to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him, "You want this off?" You ran your finger over the blindfold.
"God yes," he nodded eagerly. You took it off and watched as he blinked, letting his eyes adjust. When they focused on you they went wide, mouth dropping open. He instinctively tried to touch you, pulling against the cuffs. "Fuck" He laughed, realizing his predicament.
"You like it?" your hands rubbed up and down his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. He lifted his head as much as he could to take in the whole outfit, eyes fixing on the crotchless panties.
"You look so sexy, please let me touch you" he groaned
"I think I'll have my fun first" You climbed off of him, kneeling next to him on the bed. "You're just too pretty, all laid out and at my mercy" Goosebumps covered his skin as you danced your fingers down his side and to his thigh, "Maybe if you're good I'll take them off"
You started placing kisses on his stomach, gently brushing your fingers through his happy trail. "I'll be so good for you" He rasped, lifting his hips into the air, wanting desperately for you to touch his cock. You knew as desperate as he was for you to touch him, he was even more desperate to touch you. You decided that the latter would be what you preyed on.
"I know you will baby" You cooed, kisses getting closer and closer to his length. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you,"
You straddled his body once again, but now facing his feet. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you took him into your hand, pumping him slowly. He was already so hard, telling you how much he was really enjoying this.
"You're so wet" He said softly, and you weren't sure if he was talking to himself or you. He was right, you could feel your slick against his stomach,
You looked over your shoulder, arching your back and pressing your hips back, your dripping core just out of his reach as he lifted his head to try and taste you. He let out a frustrated sigh as he let his head fall back against the pillow,
"Am I?" You reached your hand under yourself, running your fingers through your wetness, inches from his face. "Mmm I am, aren't I...." You let out a quiet moan as you slipped your fingers into yourself. Quiet curses passed Danny's lips. You couldn't see him but were more than confident he was watching intently as you worked your fingers in and out. You leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. You knew you had small hands, but the fact that your fingertips didn't meet when you held him always made your clit throb.
You kitten licked the precum from his tip, and he bucked his hips into the air, or tried to.
"Please," He whined, his voice already sounding strained.
"Please what?" You licked up the side of his shaft, grinning to yourself as he shifted under you, "Use your words,"
You were determined to get him to unravel at your hand. You wanted him to be reduced to a mess. You wanted to hear him say the filthy things he wanted, wanted him to beg for them.
"Your mouth"
You licked a stripe up the other side of his shaft, "What about it?"
"It feels so good," he gasped as you swirled your tongue over his tip, the noise of the handcuffs rattling telling you he was tugging at them again, "Please" he whimpered. You thought it might be the prettiest sound you'd ever heard. You took him into your mouth, sinking down till he was nudging the back of your throat.
He let out a noise of relief, followed by a pained sound as you took your mouth off him with a pop. He writhed under you, the movement only shifting you around on your fingers and coaxing a moan from yourself.
"Fuck, mommy please, please suck my cock" He rushed out. Suddenly his body stilled. You registered pretty quickly that he had no idea that the name had sent a second wave of wetness to your heat, and that he was probably nervous you didn't like it, "I-"
"Shh, calm down baby, mommy is going to take care of you" You soothed, feeling his body go into motion again, the smallest of sighs telling you your reassurance had worked. You gave in, taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head as your continued to work yourself with your fingers. Using your hand to stroke in rhythm with your mouth you pulled the prettiest noises from the man underneath you.
You were bringing yourself closer to the edge with each rock of your hips and curl of your fingers, moaning around him as you bobbed your head.
"I can see you clenching around your fingers, you need more" He choked out, clearly trying to hold off his own end. The way he was twitching and throbbing against your tongue telling you he had been close, "Use me, I'm so hard for you, cum on my cock"
You removed your mouth from him, and your fingers from yourself. You carefully maneuvered to straddle his crotch, facing his head. You held your fingers up, spreading them apart, your arousal a thin shimmering web between them. His eyes fixed on them, you showed him mercy and offered them to his mouth. He welcomed them without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the taste of you.
"That sounds a little self-serving, don't you think Daniel?" You said in a condescending tone. His eyes flashed to you, desperation flickering in them as he shook his head, mouth still wrapped around your fingers. "No?" you asked, tilting your head
"No," He mumbled around your digits, not ready to give them up. "I won't even cum, just want you to cum, want to be good for you"
A pleased hum was your response as you laid his hard dick against his belly. It was still slick with your spit as you used your free hand to spread yourself and lowered down to the underside his shaft. You began rolling your hips, rubbing your clit up and down his length.
"Wha-what are you doing?" He murmured
"Gonna make myself cum on your cock baby, just like you asked" Your cheshire cat grin had him quickly realizing his mistake.
"Thats not-" he started, eyes going wide as your hand went from his mouth to harshly grabbing his jaw, squeezing to where his lips were pursed.
"Hush." you commanded, leaning forward to where your noses were almost touching, "You want to be a good boy? Then you sit there and take it while I use your cock how I please." a tiny pathetic noise came out of him, and in a moment of weakness you licked into his mouth, releasing his jaw as he kissed you hungrily. You braced yourself with one hand on the headboard and one on his chest as you grinded against him. The way his tongue danced with yours, and the sounds rumbling from his chest had you spiraling,
Breaking for air you let your forehead fall to his, a moan shaking out of you as your orgasm approached rapidly,
"Keep going, soak me" He rasped against your lips, his voice breaking, "It's yours, my cock is yours mommy"
As soon as those words graced your ears your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. You worked yourself through it, legs shaking as you let it take over you. Danny took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it with a growl as he felt the warmth trickling down his sides.
Catching your breath you sat up, still slowly rolling your hips over him.
“I know I said I wouldn’t cum, but I need it” his words catching in his throat as you focused your movements to his tip, “I- shit-it’s too much, please fuck me”
“I’m not convinced you want it bad enough yet” you raked your fingers through his sweaty curls,
“I don’t want it, I fucking need it” he pleaded, “Need you, need that warm and wet cunt wrapped around me, I need it-fuck I need it” he sounds as if he’d break down into tears if you denied him, he continued to beg, almost incoherently, only stopping when you abruptly sank down onto his length,
A whimpering cry came out of him as you wasted no time, immediately bouncing on his cock, balancing your hands on his chest,
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He sobbed out as he thrashed his head against the pillow. There were no tears, but he was definitely a wreck.
Your hand went to his neck and his thrashing stopped with a gasp. You quickly removed your hand, worried you had made him uncomfortable,
"Do it again," He spoke through ragged breaths, "I liked it, put it back, tighter"
You hesitantly put your hand around his throat, riding him faster. His face was flushed, his bottom lip pink and swollen from him biting it over and over.
"Tighter, please mo-" his words cut off, eyes rolling back as you tightened your grip,
"Thats it, so, so, good for me" You praise, "Now cum for me, fill me up baby"
He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he fell apart. You could've cum again just watching him. The way his lower stomach quivered, the way the muscles in his neck tensed as he clenched his jaw, the small grunts that worked their way out of him and filled the room.
You rode him through it, slowing down when you knew he was coming down. When you felt his cock stop twitching you gently lifted off his length. staying in your spot straddling his hips you leaned down, loosing your grip on his neck and peppering his jaw with kisses as he caught his breath. The rise and fall of his chest slowed,
"Holy-" He said with a small laugh,
"Yeah?" You sat up a little, nudging his nose with yours
"Yeah" He replied as his lips turned up into a smile,
"Choking kink huh?" You teased as you sat up, eyeing him with a quirked brow. He blushed,
"Mommy kink huh?" He jested back, causing you to blush along with him.
"Thats both of us I think" you said, raking your fingers down his sides and causing him to squirm
"Alright, alright" He bubbled with laughter, nearly knocking you off of him as he moved, "You've had your fun, let me go"
You showed him mercy and stopped tickling him, but decided to fuck with him just a little more. You raised off of him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and climbing off the bed. He watched you, a confused look taking over his features. You struggled to hide your smile as you made your way to the door,
"Y/n" He said, lifting his head, "What are you doing,"
"I think I'm gonna leave you there a little longer," You shrugged, losing your composure and grinning as he playfully furrowed his brows and smirked at you
"Y/n....come take these off or you'll regret it" He warned with a smile,
"Hmmm.." You pretended to consider, "Nope."
You turned on your heels and started to leave the room. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud pop. You quickly looked back into the room. Danny was sitting up in the bed, looking at the leather cuffs that now both had broken links of chain.
"Did you-" You started,
That wicked smile you loved formed on his face as he sprang into motion, making a beeline for you,
A shriek of laughter thrilled out of you as you turned and took off running down the hallway. It wasn't long before you felt him wrap his strong arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he laughed.
"Those were expensive!" You said as he held you
"I'll pay you back" He mumbled as he nipped at your neck, "In more ways than one" He added, scooping you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.
What You'd Do To Me Tonight
Sub!Josh × Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Sub!Josh, Dom!reader, slight bdsm, slight degradation, praise kink, mommy kink, master kink, handjobs, edging, dacryphillia
You decide that it's your turn to have a little fun with Josh instead of letting him take the reins this time...
Usually, you let Josh take the reigns I'm your relationship. He had a gentle dominance about him in the bedroom, but tonight, you were feeling bold and decided to take charge.
The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the bedside lamp, casting shadows across the walls as you leaned in closer to him. His breath hitched as your hands roamed his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath your touch. The air was thick with desire, the scent of him intoxicating as you inched closer, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.
Eventually, you pressed your lips against his, the kiss starting off slow and tender before growing more urgent and passionate. His hands found their way to your waist, presumably to pull you closer to him, but you stopped him with your own hands.
"Nuh-uh. No touching tonight unless you ask me," You whispered into his ear, nipping it for good measure. You could feel him shiver underneath you, but the cocky grin he had told you that he wasn't going to make this easy for you.
"Darling... You and I both know that you want me to touch you," He replied, trying to pull his hands from your grasp.
You sighed and stood up before taking a few steps back from the bed. Assuming he had control again, Josh grinned and tried to stand, only to be stopped again. His gaze followed your hands as you grabbed the box out of the closet that was full of various sex toys, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "Oh, c'mon, darling... you aren't really gonna chain me up, are you?"
You straddled him, pinning his arms above his head and chaining him to the headboard. "There," you began, "Now, be a good boy, and maybe I'll let you cum. Do I make myself clear?"
He rolls his eyes, a playful defiance in them, but beneath the surface, you can sense his excitement. It's in the way his toes curl involuntarily, the way his pupils dilate like dark pools of desire when you firmly grasp his jaw, asserting your dominance.
"I said: Do I make myself clear?" Your voice is a low, sultry purr, laced with a hint of command as you lean in, nipping teasingly at his plush lower lip.
Josh swallows audibly, a slight tremor running through his body as he struggles to maintain his composure. "Y-yes," he mumbles, the single word slipping past his lips in a breathless whisper, "Yes, you do..."
You hold his gaze, a silent challenge passing between you, before you slowly release his jaw, letting your fingers trail down his chest in a tantalizing caress. As you hover over him, a predator poised to strike, you feel a surge of confidence coursing through your veins. Tonight, you are the orchestrator of pleasure, the master of seduction, and Josh is your willing captive.
You unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down the column of his throat to his nipples, taking one of the sensitive buds into your mouth. His gasp turned into a moan as you nipped at it before turning your attention to the other and repeating your actions.
Your lips traveled down to his soft tummy, and Josh's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his restrained hands clenching against the handcuffs as he arched into your touch. The room was filled with the heady scent of desire, mingling with the soft sounds of his gasps and the rustle of sheets beneath you.
As you peppered his tummy with kisses and hickeys, you could feel the tension building in him, a primal need coiling tight in the pit of his stomach. "Feel good, baby?" You ask, nuzzling his clothed inner thigh.
"Y-yes... feels good..." Josh mumbled back, his face buried into the meat of his shoulder, muffling his voice.
Well that just won't do.
"Josh. Look at me," You ordered. When it was clear he wasn't gonna move, you grabbed his jaw once more, making him face you. Now that you had his attention, you began undoing his pants with your free hand, "If you stop looking at me, I'll stop touching you."
His cock was leaking against his hip when you pulled his pants down, the movement making him shiver. You released his jaw in favor of trailing a finger down his hips and wiping a finger through the mess. You held it up to his lips expectantly. "Open." Josh's lips opened, and you spread his bitter fluid over his tongue, feeling heat pool in your center at the act. "What do you say?"
Josh sounded absolutely fucked out already when he finally responded, "T-thank you, master."
As a reward for his good behavior, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it throb hot and heavy against your palm. Josh's breath hitched in his throat, a desperate sound escaping him as you began to stroke him slowly, teasingly. His eyes were locked on yours, pupils blown so wide they nearly seemed black.
You swiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, causing him to throw his head back. The moment he looked away, you let go of his cock, tearing a whine from him. "W-wait! Please don't stop!" He begged, teary-eyed.
"I told you I'd stop if you looked away. Want to try again?" You ask, fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.
"I promise I'll be good! Just- fuck, just please keep going..." Satisfied with his begging, you resumed your precious actions. This time when he got close, however, you kept going, working him through his orgasm. You gathered up the mess on his tummy, spreading it on two fingers before pressing them against his hole.
"Deep breath, baby..." You mumble as you push your fingers into him.
This wasn't something that happened often, Josh bottoming, but it was something that you both enjoyed from time to time. As your fingers slid into him, his body tensed momentarily, a mixture of anticipation and a hint of vulnerability flashing across his features. The air in the room crackled with a raw intensity as you watched his face contort with a myriad of emotions.
Josh's breath hitched in his chest as he adjusted to the feeling of your fingers stretching him, his muscles clenching and releasing in a delicious rhythm. His eyes, darkened with desire, searched yours for guidance, for reassurance, and you responded with exactly that, reaching up to cup his cheek in your palm.
You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the subtle tremors coursing through his body as he surrendered to your touch. Every small movement, every breath he took, seemed amplified in the charged atmosphere of the room. His movements and whines became more and more frequent as you pushed deeper, searching for that spot you knew would have him singing for you.
"Ahn! F-fuck! (Y/N)!" His back arched off the bed, handcuffs jangling against the bed frame, "M-more! Please, Mommy!"
Both of you froze. Josh had never called you that before. You could see the panic and embarrassment rising in his face, so you said the first thing that came to mind.
"Mommy's got you, baby..." You soothed him, speeding up your movements. It wouldn't be long now, you knew. He was like putty in your hands, all signs of defiance from earlier gone, now replaced by desperate gasps and writhing movements.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming!"
When Josh came a second time, it was with a scream of your name as his cock spurted onto his tummy. Afterwards, the room was enveloped in silence, broken only by the heavy panting of Josh as he lay sprawled out on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Beads of sweat glistened on his skin, his body a canvas of raw desire and ecstasy. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with a sheen of pleasure, as he basked in the aftermath of his release.
You watched him intently, your heart swelling with a mix of affection and lust at the sight of him so utterly undone. As much as you wanted to go another round, you knew he was done for the night.
"You did so good for me, Josh..." You whispered into his ear as you unhooked the handcuffs, gently rubbing the red marks left behind, "Let's get you in the bath, okay?"
"Mmm... okay..." Josh mumbled, clearly exhausted. You started him a bath, making sure to add in some lavender soap to the tub just like you knew Josh liked. Getting him to the bathroom was definitely a bit of work, what with his legs being jelly, but you managed, before climbing into the tub behind him, pulling him against your chest.
"Love you, Josh."
"Love you too, (Y/N)... Ya' always make me feel so good..." He mumbles, half asleep already.
You knew he'd get back at you next time, but for now, he was your baby...
Mine.
Danny x Reader
Word Count: 4324
Warnings: mentions of an ex cheating, allusion of best friend and ex hooking up, if there's anything else i should add here pls lmk!
A/N: hihi! this is my first ever fic so i'm a tiny bit nervous to post but i thought what better way to start putting stuff out than participating in a little bit of halloween fun and joining gretaween!!! i had a lot of fun writing this and if i had more time to devote towards it, it would've been a bit more thought out and the plot would be better written and all that good shit so if you like this as is let me know and i might come back and rewrite it with more detail :)
The air crackled with a thrilling energy, the scent of autumn leaves and pumpkins recently carved mingling with the pulsating beat of the music. It was Halloween night, and the streets were lined with cars and groups of people, their laughter and chatter echoing down the street. You were dressed as the twins from The Shining with your best friend and roommate Jordan, who had helped you put on fake blood about an hour ago before heading to the party at Tyler’s house. The two of you had been looking forward to this party all month, Halloween had always been your guy’s favorite holiday. You both believe nothing beats being able to dress up in matching costumes with your best friend since second grade.
But now you’re struggling to find her, she somehow managed to slip away from you while talking to a group of people you’ve just met for the first time. This party was bigger than the ones your friends usually have, but you expected it to be with it being Halloween. What you didn’t expect was to spend the night without your best friend at your side. It was unlike Jordan to have run off without letting you know where she went, but you brush it off and try to have some fun until you can find her.
You make your way to the kitchen to get yourself a drink in an attempt to take the edge off your worriedness. Although you assure yourself that you can have fun without Jordan nearby, you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve lost the sense of security she usually brings you. You hope to find someone you can stick around with for a while, but it feels unlikely as you don’t know most of the people here. Tyler isn’t even a close friend of yours and it was a surprise he even invited you at all. The two of you met at your coffee shop job months ago through Danny, a mutual friend of yours, but the two of you haven’t really gotten to know each other that well. You were flattered by the invite though, it wasn’t often you were being invited to events without it being for Jordan.
In the kitchen you find Tyler surrounded by friends you recognize as being part of his street hockey team. You’ve seen pictures of them before but haven’t been introduced to any of them yet. He notices you, and waves you over to join the group. All of his friends say hi and introduce themselves, and one of them offers to make you a drink. He makes it while you finish being introduced to everyone, along with a few girlfriends who were there.
As you drink the concoction handed to you, the boys leave to play beer pong, leaving you with their girlfriends. You take their departure as an excuse for you to leave the kitchen as well, keeping an eye out for Jordan as you look for anyone you already know. You wish you would have invited more of your friends to this party, but most of them already had other plans by the time you could ask them. Besides Jordan, Tyler, and Danny, you know anyone else who was going to be here.
You make your way into the living room now, and you catch a glimpse of light blue in the corner of your eye. Finally, there she is. You walk over to the opposite corner of the room towards Jordan, weaving your way through the crowd of people. But before you can reach her, you notice a familiar face walking towards her.
Evan, your ex boyfriend stands in front of her now and passionately kisses her lips as he pulls her into his body. His hands wander over her skin and she leans in to whisper something into his ear, unaware that you are watching. The two of them start to sneak off down the hallway hand in hand and you start seeing red.
Betrayal spreads over every inch of your body, tangling itself around your throat making it hard to breathe. Suddenly everything is louder, your dress feels tighter, and you find it difficult to stand on your own two feet. The image sears itself into your mind, an unbearable weight of heartbreak threatening to drown you. You quickly take a step back as you try to take control of yourself, bumping into someone in the process. You don’t bother looking over to see who was behind you, hoping that they weren’t paying enough attention to notice or care.
Not wanting to stick around for even a second longer, you turn around and quickly make your way through the house. Or at least, that was the goal. Dodging and weaving through groups of people becomes harder than it's ever been before and your frustration almost explodes out of you. Your eyes land on the back door, yet despite it being in sight, it seems to be getting further and further away as your desperation for space and fresh air grows.
After what feels like hours, you reach the door and walk outside to look for a quiet spot you can hide away in. Luckily, the backyard didn’t have many people in it, the temperature dropped quite a bit since you were last outside and it moved just about everyone inside to seek warmth.
Turning to your left, you find landscaping surrounded by a low brick wall that wraps to the side of the house that you can sit on. The boom of the music and the chattering voices still find you back here as they pour out of the open windows, but you aren’t drowning in it now.
Finally having a moment to yourself, you let out the heavy sigh you’ve been holding in. The simple act alone removed tension you didn’t even realize you were holding. You take in deep breaths as the tears begin to flow freely down your cheeks. The tears burn as they warm your cheeks which have been chilled from the cool wind. You wipe your tears off and try to steady your breathing, in attempts to calm yourself from full on sobbing at this party.
Looking up at the sky you notice how the moon is big and bright, illuminating the sky around it. You watch as the clouds move and warp near the moon, the texture reminding you of waves in the ocean. The movement puts you in a trance of sorts, almost if the time stopped for you while the rest of the world went on by.
The sound of a leaf crunching near you shakes you from your thoughts. You look up, your face giving away that you are a little frightened, to find Danny looking down at you with an apologetic look before speaking.
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for where you ran off to, why didn’t you say hi or anything before going off like that?” Danny asks as he sits next to you on the brick.
Danny is part of a group of friends you met almost two years ago now. The group consists of a very lively bunch of friends in their mid twenties who all live in or just outside of the city of Nashville. One night he had you join him for a drunken night of karaoke and pool at a bar downtown and ever since the two of you have been good friends. You were by far closest with him out of the group, only ever agreeing to join their gatherings if you knew he’d be there too. Yet out of all the friends, he was around the least. His busy work schedule made it hard for him to be home, but he always made sure to squeeze in some time to see you and his friends when he could.
Even though you wanted nothing more than to be at home and alone, locked away in the safety of your room right now, you were grateful he had found you out here in the cold. Having anyone besides Jordan at your side when you felt as shitty as this was something you weren’t used to, but you welcomed the concern regardless. You knew deep down you needed someone to lean on at a time like this, despite your track record of pushing everyone else away. All your mutual friends say that he’s the kind of person you’d want around when things aren't going your way, and you can’t help but agree with them in this moment.
Although it wasn’t hard for you to agree with that; his presence was strong yet comforting like the drums in your favorite song. His smile was as warm as a cup of hot chocolate, with his hair and eyes matching in hue. God, he is so pretty.
If it wasn’t for his height and muscles you’d think he was secretly a living teddy bear; his heart and beauty could mesmerize anyone who had the fortune of meeting him. So in a time like this, you were happy he was next to you. If anyone could fight the pit of despair burning in your stomach it would be him.
The wind picks up and sends a shiver down your spine, snapping you out of your thoughts. You silently curse yourself for agreeing on wearing a short dress when you know Halloween always ends up getting ridiculously cold. Although you couldn’t have known you’d be spending your night hiding away in the corner of a backyard instead of enjoying the party inside…
“I didn’t mean to leave you, sorry.” You say as you sigh. “I honestly didn’t even see you.”
Your eyes scan over the ground as you speak. The fallen leaves seem to be more interesting than ever before.
“That’s alright, what are you doing out here all by yourself in the cold?”
You shrug, unable to come up with a sufficient lie to tell him.
“Are you trying to make yourself sick?” He softly jokes, nudging you with his elbow and hoping that it’ll get you to smile even a little.
But you don't even look up at him. Your mind is too clouded with the horrible sight you stumbled upon to focus on him. It takes most of your effort just to listen to what he’s saying to you. He can tell your mind isn't very present at the moment and he starts to pull you into his arms.
“Oh, c’mere.”
You try to focus on him again as he scoots closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Your eyes still don’t leave the ground as you aren’t ready to look him in the eyes yet. His sweater is incredibly soft though, and you find that you can’t help but lean into his warmth. You start to feel a bit better as his body helps shield some of the wind from breezing against your bare skin.
“Talk to me, y/n.” He whispers to you.
“Sorry, I just needed to get away from the crowd for a little bit.”
“Hey, no need to apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong. You okay?”
“I’m good, yeah. Thanks for checking in on me though.”
“You sure? You don’t look good.” He says before making a face and correcting himself.
“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. You look good, really good actually. That shade of blue suits you really well, y’know. What I meant is, it looks like something is bothering you. You seem really upset. And I want to help you.”
“Ugh, fine. Yeah, you’re right. I’m actually having a really shitty night and I was honestly about to call it quits and just go home.” You say as you slouch and look down, avoiding eye contact with him.
“Oh. Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is soft and his thumb starts to rub in half circles on the side of your arm.
“Promise you won’t say anything to anyone? I really don’t want to make a bigger deal out of this.”
“Your secrets will always be safe with me, y/n.”
You nod, knowing he was right.
“It’s Jordan…” you sigh before continuing.
“I haven’t seen her like at all tonight and when I finally found her, my ex was all over her. Then they snuck off down the hallway and I don’t really want to know what happened after that.”
“What the hell? I am so sorry you had to see that, I can’t even imagine what that feels like. That is so fucking awful and disrespectful, I thought she was your best friend? Didn’t she know he was your ex?”
“Yeah, she was. And she most definitely did know, I used to trust her with everything. She was there for me through the entire messy breakup even. And yet she still went behind my back tonight, and by the looks of it probably more even before tonight.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, didn’t you say he cheated on you? That’s why the two of you broke up?”
“Mhm. Found him with a girl we went to college with. Her dorm was down the hall from mine, I think they had a class together once. But that was a while ago. I guess he’s just been fucking around with anyone that’s willing. I just, never thought Jordan would do something like that to anyone… To me. God, just the thought of them doing that makes me sick. I can’t even get the image out of my head. And to think I thought she was my friend…”
You go to wipe a tear off of your cheek, hoping Danny hasn’t noticed it yet. But before you could, he’s already wiping it for you with his sleeve. The gesture makes you want to cry even more. He’s always been so sweet and caring towards you, something you weren’t used to coming from anyone else. Despite wanting to hide away and not let him see you like this, you feel so safe to show your emotions around him. He isn’t going to judge you one bit for feeling and reacting this way.
He wraps both of his arms around you now and pulls you into a hug while assuring you things will be okay. You don’t really believe him at the moment, as the weight of the world is on your shoulders, but you’re grateful for the positive words in a time like this.
His embrace is warm, soft and gentle. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air in front of you; it’s woodsy and clean. Your tears dampen his curls as you nestle your head further into the crook of his neck. He holds you while you cry, not saying a word in hopes that he doesn’t disturb you more than you already have been.
"I've been there," he finally confessed to you. "I know what it feels like to have your heart torn to shreds by someone you thought you could trust. Someone that you thought loved you."
You look up at him surprised. He hadn't ever talked about his own experiences with heartbreak. Danny usually played the cool fun supportive friend. You’d never known he’d dealt with something like this before.
"I'm sorry," you murmured, not sure if you should ask him to continue or let it be. "I didn't know."
He shook his head, a faint smile forming on his lips.
"It's okay. It's not something I talk about much. I kind of just try to pretend it didn’t happen and go on like it doesn’t bother me."
A silence fell between the two of you, a silence filled with unspoken emotions. You sat there with his arms around you, the warmth of his touch comforting both of you.
“Do you wanna get out of here?”
You raise your head up off his shoulder and look at him inquisitively.
“I can let you crash at my place for the night if you’d like. That way you don’t have to go home with Jordan. You can have the guest room. It’s only about a five or ten minute walk from here, not too bad.”
“Yeah that sounds great. I actually didn’t even think about how I was going to get home tonight.”
“Well now you don’t have to worry about it! Want me to make some hot chocolate or something when we get there to help warm you back up?”
“Oh, you really do know the way to my heart don’t you?” A smile spreads across both of your faces.
You stand up, reaching your hand out to Danny and he takes it. The two of you make your way around the house and start the short walk to his house.
As the two of you walk, a huge gust of wind blows against you both and you begin to shiver. Danny’s hand lets go of yours and you look up from the ground at him. Your eyes look to his, and see him pulling off his sweater revealing the white t-shirt he had on underneath.
“Here. You need this more than I do right now.”
“But you’ll be cold, I can wait a few more minutes. It’s fine.”
“Just take it, I can handle a few minutes without it. You’ve been cold way longer.”
You take the sweater from his hands and the body heat that lingers warms your hands instantly. Pulling the sweater over your head you’re hit with the smell of his cologne. It’s woodsy and clean. You’re instantly wrapped in warmth, the wind only able to hit your face and legs now. The sweater is a bit oversized on you, but it’s incredibly comfortable.
He steps in front of you and reaches up to untuck your hair from the sweater, his hand brushing against the side on your cheek in the process. The accidental touch of your skin causes you to blush and look away, Daniel mirroring your actions.
“Thanks,” you say just above a whisper as you look forward to him again. If it wasn't for the fact he’s still standing right in front of you, he wouldn’t have heard you.
“No problem.” He says just as quietly.
“Can I ask something?” You say as the two of you begin to walk again.
“Of course you can.”
“What was your costume supposed to be?”
“You can’t tell? I'm a scarecrow…duh…” His voice waves in unconfidence.
“No and I’m not sure you can tell either, that wasn’t a very confident response.”
“Okay fine, I waited too late to choose a costume and had to scramble at the last second to figure it out. Couldn’t think of anything else that could work with what I already own so I just wore one of my sweaters. I had a straw hat but it got passed around at Tyler’s and I don’t know where it ended up so I don’t think I’m getting that back any time soon.”
“You really couldn't think of anything else?! From your closet? Danny, don’t you have like, loads of cool stuff from all your traveling and band outfits?”
“I mean yeah, but I was under a time crunch! I just went with the first thing I could think of!” He puts his hands up defensively as another gust of wind blows by.
“If you say so…”
“Alright fine, if you’re going to judge why don’t you think of something better that I could’ve been.”
Leaves shake off the nearby trees, falling all around the two of you. The dull autumn colors cascade to the ground similarly to confetti, and you both watch as some get carried away down the street in the wind. When you look back at Danny, you notice a singular leaf landed in his hair, holding onto his dark brown curls. You chuckle lightly, gaining his attention.
“What’s so funny?” He asks with a small smile.
“You.”
His smile widens as he tips his head to the side silently asking you to explain.
“You’ve got a big leaf in your hair. Which I suppose is pretty fitting for a scarecrow.”
“Ah, the weather finally decided to help sell the costume I see.”
“Here, let me get it for you.”
You step up onto your tippy toes and reach for the leaf. Danny hesitantly holds onto your waist to give you some stability as you stretch all the way out. You grab the leaf and hold it in front of him to see before letting go of it, allowing the wind to take it away.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” You smirk at how similar the conversation just was.
“I bet I can beat you to the end of the street.”
Before you could register what he said, Danny started sprinting down the street. It was a completely unfair race as he was in tennis shoes and you were in heels, not to mention his lack of a fair countdown. But your shoes were sturdy enough for you to attempt to catch up, just not as quickly as you’d like. Your eyes stay on the ground in front of you to make sure you don’t trip on anything on your way. His laughing being your guide as to how far you’ve got left. But as you reach the end of the street his laughing has subsided and you look up and don’t see him.
“Daniel, if I turn this corner and you jump out at me I will turn around and walk all the way back to my house. And I’ll steal this sweater from you, you’ll never see it again.”
“Aw dammit, how’d you know I was going to scare you!” He says as he steps around the corner with a childish grin.
“It’s Halloween! Of course you’d try and find an opportunity to scare me. Nice try though. You’ll have to try harder to scare me next time.”
“Oh I will, just you wait.”
He turns around to continue walking, but abruptly turns around and puts his hands up in an attempt to surprise you. You flinch slightly, and the two of you burst out in laughter.
“You jumped!” He says through a huge smile. “Because you did first! It wasn’t scary though!” You say as you laugh.
“Mhm, sure it wasn’t.” His smile widening.
“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute. It’s not going to work on me.”
“Oh really?” He says as he steps closer to you.
“Yeah, I told you, you’re going to have to try harder.” You step even closer to him, your faces just inches away from each other.
“Well fine. I guess I’ll just have to do this then!”
He grabs onto your waist and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder in one swift motion. The action elicits a yelp from you, taking you off guard. You start to protest as he begins to tickle you, which sends the two of you into a fit of giggles as you try to wriggle free from his arms. After a little bit Danny sets you down as quickly and effortlessly as he picked you up. He gives you a side hug and smiles down at you and reaches for your hand. The two of you continue walking to his house, only a few streets away now.
The rest of the walk is silent, but it’s not uncomfortable. Actually, it's quite the opposite. You both look around at all the houses that are intricately decorated for the holiday, occasionally nudging the other to have them see. Neither of your smiles leave your faces the rest of the way, both happily content to be spending time together, despite the lack of conversation happening. You’ve never felt so comfortable next to someone in your life like you do now. Danny's presence brings you a peace you’ve never felt before.
As you round one final street corner, his house finally comes into view. These final steps to his property become bittersweet. While you’re glad to go inside and warm up, part of you wants to just sit outside with Danny forever. After tonight's events, you feel closer to him than you’ve ever been before. The way the two of you have joked around, the way he has been so sweet, the way he has been looking at you. You want to live in this moment forever.
“Here we are.” Danny says as he walks up the driveway towards his porch, pulling his keys out of his pocket.
“Hey, I’ve been thinking...”
“Yeah? About what?” He asks as he unlocks the door.
“I think I know what you could’ve been for Halloween.” You say as you grin and take a step towards him and the door.
“Oh, do tell.” He turns around, now face to face with you.
“Mine.”
You step up on your toes and press a singular kiss onto his lips. He steps closer to you and lets his keys fall to the ground in the process. The sound pierces through the tension between the two of you like a knife. Your eyes follow the sound of the keys, but his hands lightly cup both sides of your face and tilt your head up to look him in the eyes. He looks at you and his eyes staring into yours as if to ask for permission. You nod slightly before his lips are crashing onto yours.
When he finally pulls away, the two of you can’t help but laugh as you catch your breaths. You look away but can feel his eyes burning into you, silently begging you to look at him again. He reaches for your hand and pulls it towards his face, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
“God, I have been wanting to do that for so long. I’m so glad we did. Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”
“Please do.”
Saints of Los Angeles
A Daniel Wagner / fem!reader fic
Summary: You never thought that meeting a Saint would cause you to sin.
Tags: kiss feminism goodbye (Policarpa I'm so sorry queen), smut (MDNI!!), objectification, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, unprotecting sex, drug use, light bloodplay, dom!Danny
Trigger Warnings: Drug use, objectification, insulting language towards women
A/N: All the feminism left my body with this one, y'all. Please don't let the warnings scare you away too easily. Basically, its what you'd find in a Motley Crue song, whish this fic is heavily inspired by. That being said, this is the hottest thing I've ever written. I really tried to challenge myself with this one. Title taken from Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue. As always, I hope you guys enjoy <3.
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This can’t be the place.
Checking your texts with Donna again, you confirmed that, yes, this was the place your friend said to meet her. Feeling completely out of your element in the seedy neighborhood, stood in front of the sketchy dive bar with neon signage, you clutched your purse a little tighter as you took a deep breath and stepped inside.
It was just as you expected it to be, full of rowdy patrons pounding hard liquor like it was water. Most people didn’t notice your entry, the majority of those who did simply glanced your way with a hard look in their eye before returning to whatever they were doing before. Fighting back a shiver, you straighten your posture and head for the bar.
“Tequila on the rocks, please,” you ordered, feeling eyes on the back of your head. The bartender busied herself with pouring the drink as you settled into an empty seat.
“Mandi, get me a whiskey while you’re at it, sweetheart,” a male voice from behind you commanded, dripping with charm and charisma. Immediately, your hackles raised at his attitude toward the woman, noting how condescending it was.
You couldn’t help rolling your eyes as he took the seat next to you, carrying the smell of cigarette smoke and mint with him. He seemed to notice your reaction and was unafraid to point it out.
“What’s your fucking problem, princess?” He rested his forearm on the bar, peering over his shoulder at you. That’s when you finally got a good look at this stranger. You were ashamed of the way your breath caught in your throat, but you couldn’t help it. He had to be the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on - which was saying something considering you lived in star-studded Los Angeles.
He had long black hair that fell in tightly coiled ringletsaround his face, a prominent nose with fierce eyes that burned with annoyance and malice. He wore a beat up leather jacket with a skin-tight black shirt underneath, dark denim jeans on his legs. Despite the fire in his eyes, they were a gorgeous hazel brown. And on top of all that, he had a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. But then you saw the cigarette tucked between his fingers and all that went completely out the window as you felt disgust curl within your gut.
“You smoking next to me, greaser,” you spat at him, grabbing the glass that had been set in front of you and taking a swig. It burned as the liquor slid down your throat, but it was one you were used to.
“Oh, I see. We’ve got a perfect little goodie-two-shoes over here,” the stranger mocked, turning his body fully towards you. Seeing the idea form in his head as it came to him, you watched as he took a drag before blowing the smoke directly into your face.
Coughing after you mistakenly inhaled, you swatted the air around you to try and clear it. “Disrespectful asshole,” you muttered between hacking.
“What was that?” His teeth were gritted as he spoke, no doubt catching your insult.
Making the decision that you’d rather deal with an angry Donna than this dive any longer, you just shook your head and made to leave.
You didn’t get very far before you felt a hand grab your arm, tugging you around so that you came face to face with the beautiful stranger. The first thing you noticed was the dangerous glint in his eye.
“I said, ‘what was that’?”
Swallowing hard, you found yourself confused by the way your body reacted. Heat began to pool between your thighs as you looked up into his face. He was expecting an answer and you knew he wasn’t going to let you go without it.
“Let go of me, you filthy rat!” You tried to wrench your hand out of his grip, but it was no use.
The imposing stranger pulled you in closer by your waist. That officially marked the death of any personal space between you two. Your heart was racing. With your chest pressed against his, you could feel how firm it was. Now eye level with his lips, you noticed how plump and full they were. Even in the dark lighting of the bar, you could see they were a beautiful deep pink color. He seemed to notice that you were looking at his lips, flashing you a crooked smile that showed off his pristine white teeth, his canine tooth particularly sharp. You couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like nipping into the flesh of your skin.
"You keep talking like that to me and see where it gets you, angel," the stranger purred, the cigarette tucked between his teeth bobbing up and down as he spoke. His voice sounded like honey saturated with smoke. It was so smooth and sweet, yet there was a raspiness to it that made you clench around nothing. The smoke from his cigarette curled in tendrils around his face, partially covering his eyes. You never were a fan of the habit, but for some reason, this stranger was exempt from your disgust.
This time, it was your turn to observe him taking in your appearance. His smirk finally reached his eyes, a pleased look painting itself across his dangerously handsome face. The ache of wanting thrummed harder between your legs as his eyes fixated on your breasts. You felt like you were losing your mind; everything he was doing was every one of your turn-offs. Apparently multiple negatives made a positive.
"What are you waiting for, kitten?" He removed the cigarette from his teeth with his left hand, catching a glimpse of his hand tattoos and silver jewelry - rings and bracelets - glinting in the neon of the bar. He blew the smoke in your face as his right hand slid down from the small of your back to the meat of your ass, his fingers fanning out and digging harshly into your flesh. "I didn't tell you to stop."
Gulping nervously, you realized just how deep you had dug your grave. There was no turning back now, and frankly, you weren’t sure you wanted to. You had lived a very sheltered life up until this night - the night you happened to walk into the wrong bar. You had always wanted to let go of yourself and take a dip into the wild side, and now, the wild side was quite literally pressing you against him by a vice grip on your ass. It was a golden opportunity dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick; who the hell were you to look a gift horse in the mouth?
“Get your filthy hands off me, you disgusting pig,” you spat, all the venom concentrated in your words and nowhere else in your body. You could feel your eyelids falling at half-mast, your hands smoothing themselves all over the stranger’s chest and landing on his large pecs. And maybe you even arched your back just a little bit to lean your ass into his grip, so what? This was absolutely the hottest thing to ever happen to you and you were going to milk it for all its worth,
A low chuckle grumbled out of the stranger’s lips, feeling it in your hands. “You don’t mean that.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he ashed his cigarette onto the floor, the tip of it glowing from red to a yellow-orange as he took another drag.
Feeling bold, you plucked the tobacco from his lips and placed it between yours. He couldn’t seem to hide the pleasant surprise in his eyes as he watched you take a drag of your own, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth. Pulling the cigarette away from your mouth, you let your hand hang to the side as you closed the distance between you two. The smooth velvet feel of his tongue against yours as you shotgunned the smoke to him made your head spin. You’d only ever seen it done in movies. They all failed to truly show the absolute rush you experienced from the act. You felt so dirty, so wrong.
You’d never felt more alive.
A whine passed between your mouth into the stranger’s just like the cigarette drag. You felt him pull away, opening your eyes in just enough time to see his roll into the back of his head, his eyelashes fluttering. There was an easy, toothy smile spreading across his lips. It was dripping with confidence and pleasure, but there was this quality to it that made you nearly flood your panties. As his eyes landed in yours - unfocused and blissed out - it seemed like he was looking directly into your soul and knew just how badly you desired him. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin. His thumb toyed with your bottom lip, pulling it down and exposing your bottom teeth. All you could do was look up at him through your lashes. He leaned his face in impossibly close; so close you were nearly going cross-eyed looking at him. That’s when you noticed the sinister glint in his eyes. It was one that promised you so many dirty and wicked things that you couldn't help but shiver at the sight. You were hurtling down a dangerous path, and you were just starting to realize how dangerous it was.
“You’ve sealed your fate now, princess,” the stranger muttered, his breath smelling of cigarette smoke and the whiskey he was drinking.
With one final hard squeeze of your ass, he removed his grip off of it and instead wrapped his left arm around your waist. He pulled you tight against his side, feeling his leather belt press into the bone of your hip. Grabbing his nearly forgotten drink off the bar, you watched as he downed it in one gulp, tilting his head back to expose a razor sharp jawline. You watched his adam’s apple bob before he slammed the glass onto the counter. Without any warning, he ripped the cigarette out of your hand and took one long drag, stubbing it out on the ice still sitting in his empty glass.
“Hope you’re ready, doll.” That was the only warning you received from him before he slapped you hard on the ass. You yelped in surprise, your cheeks heating up as a few people around you turned to look. Smirking at your reaction, the stranger chuckled before pulling you along with him towards the staircase you noticed upon first stepping inside.
“Where are we going?” you asked after reaching the top of the steps. The lighting was vastly different than it was down the steps. Instead of vibrant neons and warm glowing string lights, the dark corridors were lit with sultry, yet vaguely off-putting red lights. Your nerves had been active since you entered the bar, but now they were turned up to eleven. There were a few doors opposite the bannister, all of them closed. You ventured a guess that they were all locked, too.
“Listen, doll. I didn’t bring you up here to chat,” the stranger sharply bit at you, annoyance injected into his tone and pinching his features. He stopped at the last door at the end of the hallway, turning the knob and throwing it open. Using his hold on your waist, he shoved you inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it with a loud click. “So you best find a better fucking use for that mouth before I throw you out on the street in nothing but your high heels. Is that clear?”
You hated to admit it, but that threat really got your motor running. You had to bite your lip to stave off the moan threatening to leap from your throat.
“I said,” the man advanced on you. Each step he took forward, you took backwards until you couldn’t any more. Your back pressed to the wall, the stranger caged you in with his arms, his hand back to gripping your chin. “‘Is that clear’?”
You didn’t even get to say anything before he used the grip he had on your chin to nod your head for you. This put a pleased grin on his face again. “Good girl.”
Your knees were weakened by the praise purred into your ear, his warm breath brushing against your skin. His command in mind, you found a better use of your mouth by pressing your lips against his once more. The noise that slipped from your lips originated from deep within the caverns of your soul.
Fire. Searing, scalding fire.
That was the only way he could describe it, all you could feel. Each moment brought forth a new intensity that didn’t seem feasible, but proved to do just that. The burning heat that washed you from head to toe was so addicting. It was so intense that you felt your head spin from the pleasure. You knew at that moment that this night would be one you would talk about in years to come, the “best night of my life” kind of night.
The only thing that pulled you away from the moment was your back colliding with a mattress. You had been so focused on the stranger that you had failed to notice there was a bed in the room. But there wasn’t much time to dwell on that before your shirt was being tugged off your body. You felt out of breath as he unhooked your bra and threw it across the room.
His hands were warm, becoming very intimate with the callouses on them as he slid his hands up your stomach at a teasing pace. They stationed on your breasts, cupping them in his hands and kneading them. That’s when you finally were able to get a good look at the ink on his hands. The word “saint” had been etched onto his left hand, each letter appearing on its own finger. On his right was the word “sinner”, following the same pattern as the left one with the exception of the Ns fitting on his middle finger. A skull was painted on the back of his left hand, a butterfly on the right. You couldn’t see his arms, but you’d bet real money that they were covered in sleeves of tattoos. He seemed to notice you taking in his tattoos, a smirk on his face as you watched his pointer finger swirl around your nipple with a feather light touch.
“Oh, god,” you exclaimed, throwing your head back in pleasure.
“He’s got nothing to do with this, sweetheart. If you’re gonna moan out any names, it’s gonna be mine.”
“Y-Yours?”
The stranger huffed out a laugh that had no humor in it. With a simple flick of his pointer finger against your erect nipple, you let out a pathetic moan that amused him greatly. It seemed he enjoyed toying with you and seeing which reactions he was able to pull from you.
“It’s Daniel. And make sure you scream it nice and pretty for me, angel. None of that other talking bullshit you were trying to pull earlier,” he informed, staring you directly in the eyes with an intense gaze that left no room for argument.
Not trusting your voice, you nod your head. Daniel, you thought in your head, finally a name for a face.
“Mine’s-”
“Frankly, hon, I don’t give a damn. Now hush, angel. Your beauty depreciates in value with each word,”
Feeling slightly dumbfounded, all you could do was clamp your mouth shut with a knit in your brow. While you knew that was probably the most disrespectful thing you’d heard all night, you couldn’t deny the instant warmth that shocked the flesh between your thighs.
“Alright. Let’s get started.”
With that, Danny maintained eye contact with you as he brought his mouth to your nipple not being played with by his fingers. You gasped at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue lapping at your sensitive skin. It only lasted a second before he retracted, a devilish look in his eye. You couldn’t help but look at him, maintaining eye contact as he dabbed his tongue on it again, this time leaving it there. Just like with his finger, he swirled his tongue around the darker patch of skin with a feather light touch. You couldn’t control the mewls that kept falling out of your mouth, your head throwing back at the sensation.
Just when you were starting to get antsy for more from Daniel, he surprised you once more by clamping his lips around the tip of your breast all while squeezing them between his fingers in tandem. It ripped a huge gasp from your lungs, your back involuntarily arching off the mattress. It felt as if he was controlling your entire body with his mouth, pulling reactions from you that you weren’t consciously conjuring yourself. As Daniel continued, your panting turned to moan after pathetic moan, each one more intense than the last. You were starting to feel as if you were about to burst from pleasure, your entire body tensing as something was building up inside of you. Your knuckles were starting to turn white as you gripped at the sheets and Daniel’s hair, respectively.
Right when it felt as if that pressure was about to reach its breaking point, Danny detached his hands and mouth from your breasts. All of the sudden, you could feel that beautiful pressure rapidly falling and turning cold.
“Daniel!” you whined indignantly, the grips of your hands relaxing but staying in their spots.
“Pout all you want, kitten. You haven’t earned the right to cum yet,” he explained - rather condescending - as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.
Is that what I felt? It wasn’t like you were a virgin, you’d been with other men before. However, you’d never felt that sensation before.
“Have you ever sucked dick before, princess?”
At the question, you felt your face instantly get hot. It was so crass. And yes, he had just spent the past few minutes lapping at your tits, but that question somehow felt more crude.
“I-I-” you stuttered, still gobsmacked at the bluntness of his question. Closing your eyes and gulping, you found the strength to answer. “I- yes. But only once-”
“Perfect.” Righting himself to stand up straight, Danny shed his jacket and tight shirt and tossed them onto the floor. Next came his belt, the metal of the buckle clanging as he slid the leather from the loops of his dark jeans. You couldn’t help but watch as he undressed, not sure what else to do. And really, it wasn’t like you weren’t enjoying the show.
Just like you had suspected, his skin was a tapestry of artwork from head to toe. His arms seemed to have a theme of biblical depictions chalk full of skulls and death. His chest had a depiction of icarus falling towards the sea (which also was engraved into the skin of his abdomen), feathers cascading down his torso with some of them even captured in the process of melting. There was a sun inked into the skin just below his right clavicle with a painting of clouds surrounding it. It was a breathtaking piece that must’ve taken hours upon hours of work and definitely more than what your car was worth. Your eyes traveled down away from the icarus piece to his waistband, where both his happy trail and the tops of what looked like snake’s head peaked out from. Removing his pants and underwear in one smooth movement, you got to confirm that they were, indeed, snake heads you saw. On the inside of each hip were coiled up snakes with their fangs bared at each other, venom dripping from their flared forked tongues. That was probably your favorite tattoo of his, if you were being honest.
While you were too busy ogling his tattoos, he grabbed you by the thighs and hoisted you up into his arms. Yelping in surprise, you wrapped your arms around him and tried your best to bite down a moan at the feeling of your bare chests pressed up against one another. He laughed at your reaction, the sound right in your left ear as he looked over your shoulder. He only held you for a moment before you felt the mattress underneath your legs again, Daniel having sat down with his back against the headboard. Your hips were perfectly on top of his, feeling his hard on through the fabric of your jean shorts. An idea sprang to mind, one that you enacted before even thinking it through too much.
On their own accord, your hips rolled against Daniel. This caught him by surprise, a breath hissing through his clenched teeth as his eyes clenched shut. You felt his calloused fingers dig into the meat of your ass again as his hands flew from their loose grip on your thighs. When he opened his eyes, there was a dangerous edge in them. He flashed you a smile, but that was a loose definition. Truly, he was more bearing his teeth at you with a crooked grin.
“Careful, peaches,” he warned with a growl, one of his hands slithering away from your ass to grab you by the jaw in a vice grip, “I don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.”
That nearly made you rock your hips forward as warmth flooded your pussy again. However, you resisted by clenching your hands down on his shoulders. You felt like your teeth were going to shatter by how hard you were clenching your jaw.
“Look at me,” Danny commanded as his grip tightened against your jaw.
Doing as he commanded, you slid your gaze to your partner.
“Pull another stunt like that and I’ll spank you so hard you’ll be able to find my fingerprints on your ass.” He accentuated his point by clenching his hand that was still on your ass.
You whined at the extra pressure, the mental image of you bent over his knee while he smacked your ass so hard it left a perfect impression on your skin not helping.
“In this room, I am your god. Whatever I say, you do it without any hesitation or sass. Understood?”
Without realizing, you began nodding your head. Whatever he said. You just wanted to get that high back he gave you minutes ago that he dangled just out of your reach. You had gotten a taste, now you wanted the whole meal.
“Such a good girl. Let’s see if you can keep it up,” he praised, his hand finally releasing your jaw. There was a smirk on his lips that showed off his sharp canine tooth. While your attention was on that, he pushed your hips down his legs. Eventually when they got too far away, his grip shifted to your shoulders. You got the message, his question from earlier popping into your head.
Lifting your dominant hand up from the sheets, you made sure to make eye contact with Danny as you inched your hand towards his dick to silently ask if it was ok to do so. Getting impatient, Daniel grabbed your hand with his own and put it on his cock himself. At the touch, he let out a sigh of relief. Still holding your hand, he set the pace of your hand gliding up and down his shaft. It was fast and rough, but you got the idea that that’s how Daniel liked most things.
Letting go of your hand after you got the idea, he used that hand in order to grab you by the hair. A sharp pain shot through your scalp from his grip. However, that didn’t compare to the pain of Danny yanking your head down and towards his cock. That you yelped in pain at.
“Oh, save it, princess,” he barked before using his grip on your hair to press the tip of his dick to your lips. “I’ve got a better use for that mouth. Open up.”
Swallowing down your nerves, you did as you were told. Looking him in the eyes, you parted your lips. Danny wasted no time shoving his cock in your mouth. The only thing that stopped him from shoving it all the way down your throat was your hand. With a frustrated growl, he used his free hand to rip yours away. He then stuffed his cock as far down as it could go, tears prickling at your eyes as it hit the back of your throat. Saliva immediately began to flood your throat as you gagged around him. You grabbed at his thighs with a tight grip, attempting to find any purchase you could as your head began spinning.
After what felt like hours, Danny finally pulled you up off of him. Drool fell from your lips as you gasped deeply for air, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to his dick.
“Catch your breath, kitten. I’m just getting started.” He hovered you just above his hips, using the hand not fisted in your hair to brush your rouge locks from your eyes. It was a strangely tender moment from him; one you never would’ve expected from him.
You only were able to breathe for a moment before he was stuffing his cock between your lips again. This time, you were able to take more of him as you relaxed your throat. However, you still gagged as he hit the back of your throat; though, you doubted you would ever be able to suppress that reaction. Daniel held you there for a moment, only pulling you up partially to quickly cough and take a breath.
“Better hold on, princess. I can only hold back for so long,” Daniel warned right before he set his own pace. His hips bucked up off the mattress, making you audibly gag as tears formed in your eyes once more. The noise caused an amused chuckle to fall from his mouth. He may have started out slow, but that only lasted for about thirty seconds before he cranked up the intensity to eleven. He set a pace that was sure to leave the soft palate of your mouth bruised as he brutally pounded into your throat. Tears began to steadily stream down your cheeks, your hands gripping the skin of Danny’s muscular thighs hard enough to leave marks.
“That’s it, baby, take it,” Daniel moaned in a gravelly tone, his head throwing back in pleasure at the sensation. That’s when he utilized the hold he had on your hair to skull fuck you even more fiercely, bobbing your head up and down in a way that complimented his thrusting hips. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could handle. Your eyes couldn’t seem to stop watering and your throat was screaming in pain. At this rate, he wold fuck your throat so hard you’d lose your voice.
As if fate could hear your thoughts, Danny’s phone rang. With a growl, he reached over to the nightstand on his left and snatched it off the table. His pace had finally stilled, granting you a much needed moment of respite. He looked at the screen, sighing at whoever’s name was on it and begrudgingly answered.
“What, Jake,” he bit with so much venom, you would’ve believed he hated this person. With annoyance pinching at his features, he listened to the caller talk to him. You could make out a few words here and there, but the voice was too quiet.
Once Daniel got bored of listening, he once again started bobbing your head up and down, thankfully slower than the last time. His attention was still on the call as he used you.
“He did what?!” Daniel yelled, his fist tightening in your hair as his anger spiked. You hummed out a moan at the sensation, causing his eyes to dart down to you.
You heard Jake talking again on the other end. Even though you couldn’t pick out words, you could tell he was trying to diffuse the situation with Danny based on his tone alone.
“I don’t give a shit if it was the fucking governor, Jake! We don’t give discounts!”
At this point you had started to set your own pace. But, it seemed that wasn’t enough. As his agitation grew, so did his need for pleasure.
“No. I’m done listening, it’s your turn. I want you to tell him these exact words, alright? You tell little Sammy that he better get the rest of the amount owed for the coke, or I’ll make sure that pretty little girlfriend of his never sells another record and lives the rest of her life on the fucking streets. Is that clear?”
It finally clicked to you what he was talking about. Daniel wasn’t some ordinary dirtbag, he was a drug dealer. And not just any drug dealer, but the head of the most dangerous gangs in the city: the Saints of Los Angeles. You’d heard about him on the news: Daniel Wagner, the saint of Los Angeles. You would be appalled by how turned on that made you later on. But in the heat of the moment, that simply made you want to work harder to earn his favor.
“Look, put it this way to him because I know that his head is just there for decoration - who is he more afraid of: the governor, or me?” Even though he said it in a very neutral tone, the sentence sent a shiver down your spine.
Wanting his attention back to you again, you started to use your tongue. You were able to push back against his grip and pull up off him a bit, giving you more space to swirl your tongue around the girth of Danny. Not only did you start using your tongue, but you slid one of your hands away from his thigh and went for his balls. As soon as they were in your hand, Daniel let out a gasp of surprise, his gaze finally making its way back onto you. You felt giddy at the eye contact despite your better judgment. Continuing with your new added contact, you swirled your tongue around and played with his balls in tandem. It was just what he liked, it seemed, as he threw his head back and moaned. Now knowing with certainty that he was enjoying your attention, you hummed around him, pleased with yourself. Casting your eyes downward in order to better concentrate, that’s when you noticed another one of his tattoos. Written in block letters were two words right above his cock with an arrow pointing down at it. Choking Hazard, they said.
For the first time, you were able to make out what Jake was saying on the other end of the phone. “Are you fucking someone right now??”
With a short laugh, Daniel thrust up into you again. “Yeah, I found a real pretty one down at the club tonight. Poor thing was all lost. She’s more your type than mine, but you know me; I can’t resist a set of huge tits.”
“My type, huh?” Jake asked, his interest piqued.
“Yeah, I’ll send you a picture.” Readjusting his grip on your hair, he pulled you up off his dick. You made a loud pop as you were pulled away, panting for breath and spit dripping down your fucked out lips. You could feel your eyes at half mast, sure that your mascara was running down your cheeks from your earlier tears.
“Smile, princess,” Danny commanded after pulling the phone away from his ear. Once finished, he lowered you back down onto his cock. He kept his attention on the screen as you assumed he sent your picture to Jake.
“Goddamn,” you heard Jake exclaim clear as day, Daniel having put him on speaker phone.
“Uhuh, I told you,” Danny responded, gathering your hair up in his hand before thrusting into you again, “got a mouth as good as any pussy.”
“Fuck,” you heard through the phone, “shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been this jealous of you.”
That made Danny chuckle in amusement. “I can save some for you for later.”
“So I get sloppy seconds?”
“If you want. I’m feeling generous,” Daniel stated. You couldn’t see his face - your eyes focused on the Choking Hazard tattoo - but you could hear the smile in his voice. He punctuated his words with a buck of his hips, making you gag audibly.
“Sounds like you are,” Jake responded, “but I can’t. I’m already in hot water with Jenna. If she knew I slept with another girl, I’d get skinned.”
“More for me. Now if you excuse me-”
“Yeah, yeah. Have your fun.”
“Make sure you tell Sam exactly what I told you,” Danny reminded, his finger already hovering over the button.
Jake sighed before promising to follow the order. With that, Daniel hung up the phone and tossed it back onto his nightstand. “Don’t work with family.”
That was all he said before fisting his free hand into your hair and started setting a brutal pace for your throat again. More tears fell down your cheeks and so did more saliva. It was a big mess, but you didn’t find yourself being disgusted. Daniel was feeding into your deep, dark desire of wanting to be used like a toy. Finally, after it seemed like he was about to cum, he shoved you off his cock.
“Alright, doll,” he breathed, struggling to remain composed, “enough playing around.”
You felt your heart kick up a notch at the implications. If that was playing around - that rough face fucking you just endoured - what did getting serious entail?
Pulling you up, Daniel shoved his lips against yours. Almost immediately, he shoved his tongue down your throat. You whined at the feeling. Everything he was doing was making your head spin. You almost wanted him to stop, but the whirlwind you were caught up in was too much of a thrill to let go of. You had been the perfect little princess all your life and you wanted to take a ride on the wild side for once in your life. And god was Daniel wild. As if he could hear your thoughts, he grabbed you by the hips and settled them right in his lap.
“Woah,” you muttered. You knew how big Danny was - he was just in your throat. But the realization just hit you that he was about to be inside of you. And if you had gotten a head rush before, you didn’t even know what to classify what just happened to you. Still gripping onto your hips, Daniel threw you down onto the mattress so that your chest was against it.
“Get on all fours,” he demanded, smacking your ass so hard you were certain everyone downstairs could hear. You were also certain everyone downstairs could hear your yelp of pleasure. But, you followed his command, planting your palms and knees onto the sheets.
Nothing happened.
For a good twenty seconds, neither of you moved. You stayed in your place on the mattress, not moving. You didn’t want to get punished by Danny. However, your curiosity got the better of you when you heard the sound of a drawer opening. As you went to turn your head around, however, that’s when Daniel delivered another sharp smack to your ass.
“No moving, princess,” he warned, his calloused hand smoothing over the smarting skin he just punished. His fingers inched towards the waistband of your underwear, slipping underneath the lacy material and pulling it up off your skin. Danny let go of the elastic snapping back into place with a quiet snap. At the feeling, you let out a shaky breath. Danny slipped his fingers into your waistband once again, but this time he tugged the material off your body using his free hand to pull your underwear off entirely, lifting up your knees one at a time.
As soon as he was rid of your final piece of clothing, you felt both his hands come to rest on either one of your asscheeks. Soon to follow was his tongue; gasping sharply at the feeling. It was cold. But that wasn’t what made you gasp. It was his tongue piercing. For some reason, you either didn’t register he had one while you were kissing him, or you didn’t notice. But that wasn’t important. Daniel was clearly experienced, that’s what was important. He made sure to focus his attention on your clit, the ball of his piercing rubbing and swirling around it non-stop. You would’ve been embarrassed by the noises that came out of you if you weren’t so caught up in your pleasure. Your hands balled into fists in the sheets as you buried your head into the mattress, arching your back into him. His grip on your ass tightened, the pain adding just the right amount of intensity.
“Daniel,” you cried after he sucked on your folds. It sent a shockwave throughout your body as you involuntarily rolled your eyes into the back of your head. At his name, Danny’s hands twitched. That was all you needed to know he was in the same boat you were: incredibly turned on. But he continued to relentlessly concentrate all his focus on that beautiful bundle of nerves.
And there it was again: that glorious peak you saw moments ago. With each lap at your clit, you could feel yourself tumbling faster and faster towards the precipice - “Daniel, oh my god!” - and you were desperate to reach it. And it showed. Each breath you took resulted in a needy whine; chanting out Danny’s name like it was a prayer. And Danny showed no signs of stopping. Finally, you were going to know what it felt like.
Until Danny cruelly ripped it away from you just like last time. You whined rather pathetically as you tumbled down from your high, turning your head slightly just in time to see the pleased smile on Daniel’s lips. However, you couldn’t deny how absolutely hot it was seeing him lick his lips while chuckling, his lips glinting in the light. You had never felt so wet before, a combination of your slick and his saliva dripping down your thigh.
“You’re so mean,” you lamented, rubbing your thighs together for any friction you could manage.
“Mmm, I love it when they talk dirty,” he moaned before righting himself on his knees. That’s when you felt the tip of his dick slide through your folds, a sigh releasing from deep within his chest. You didn’t have to wait long before you felt his tip resting at your entrance. You waited with baited breath for him to push all the way in, expecting him to shove it in all at once. You were surprised when he went slow, inching in and pausing at any sign of distress from you.
“Alright, peaches, I’m all the way in,” he gasped, his left hand rubbing your back. You didn’t need him to tell you that to know. You could feel all of his cock inside of you, pulsating within your walls.
Each tiny movement from him felt like too much, your vision whiting out as you panted heavily just to get used to the feeling of being filled to the brim. You could feel sweat already starting to accumulate on your skin.
“Fuck you’re so fucking tight,” Daniel panted, seemingly out of breath just from your vice grip around his cock. You could feel his curls tickling your back as he bent over you, his hot breath ghosting across your skin.
After you both caught your breath, Danny began to rock back and forth. Each thrust made you want to scream, his huge cock testing your limits with no mercy. His pace took a sharp increase after a minute or two. Soon, you were crying out in pleasure, screaming his name in the place of god’s. He was brutal, leaving no space for clemency as he drove into you with an organ pummeling velocity.
When you reached a point where it was getting to be too much, Daniel stilled his hips. Sighing in relief, you were still left confused. Turning your head, that’s when you noticed a silver engraved tube in Daniel’s hand. You watched as he unscrewed the cap and dumped out whatever was inside on your back. It was hard to tell based on vision alone, but you felt him pour it out in a line before screwing the cap back on. It wasn’t until he bent over and you heard a snorting sound that you knew what just happened.
Daniel had just done a line of coke off your back… while he was still inside you. A shiver traveled down your spine as the realization hit you. There was hardly any time for you to process that fully before Daniel went back to his brutal pace from earlier. You could feel your legs weakening and shaking, your mind slowly turning to mush.
“Harder, daddy!” It was an accident. You hadn’t meant for it to slip out like that. However, Daniel seemed to like that. A lot. You felt his hips stutter at your use of the title, a growl slipping from his teeth. His hand gripped your ass so hard you knew you would find bruises there tomorrow.
He didn’t say anything, however. Instead, he snaked his other hand up to your neck. With a vice grip, he yanked you upright by your throat so that your back was pressed fully against his front. He hadn’t slowed his hips at all.
“Open,” he growled, the hand on your ass prying your mouth open. When you finally got the message, his fingers slipped out of your maw. They weren’t gone for long. Only a second later, you felt something else shoved between your teeth, recognising the material. It took you all of two seconds to understand that Daniel had stuffed your own panties into your mouth. As you tried to moan out at the realization, Daniel used the grip he had on your throat to shove your face back down into the mattress. This time, he came down there with you, keeping his lips next to your ear.
“Such a fucking whore for me. You just met me and look where you are now, huh?” He thrusted particularly hard that time as if to punctuate his words.
Even if you weren’t gagged, words wouldn’t have been able to leave your lips. Your brain had long since devolved into a singular thought: Daniel. So, naturally, that’s what you cried out.
“God, you’re such a fucking good slut for me, kitten. I’ve never had pussy this good before,” he grunted. It was all getting to be too much once again. You could feel that rise in tension just below your stomach begin to build again. But unlike the other times, you didn’t let yourself show that you were getting close to that climax. You tried your best to remain quiet, biting down on your lip as you focused all you had on getting to that peak.
Your silence gave you away.
“Goddamn it! Let me cum, you fucking pig bastard!” you screamed in frustration. At least, you tried to. It actually came out in a bunch of muffled syllables that sounded nothing like any words in the English language.
Daniel laughed boisterously at you. Laughing at you, not with you. “Awww, aren’t you precious?”
With his right hand, he pressed onto your stomach. With more force than you deemed necessary, he forcefully flipped you onto your back. You grunted out petulantly, making it known you weren’t happy with what just happened.
“You’re so cute when you’re mad, dollface.”
You didn’t get to respond before he pushed back into you at the hilt. Whatever you wanted to say turned into a needy whine that you were not proud of. A wolfish grin made its way back onto Daniel’s lips.
“What was that, darling?”
Instead of dignifying that with a response, you just gave Daniel a look.
“As much fun as it is seeing you all angry at me, I do miss you screaming my name.” With that, he fished your lacy panties out of your mouth, gagging as the material hit the back of your throat.
“There. Isn’t that better?” he asked after balling the material up in his hand and setting it on the nightstand next to his phone.
Instead of verbally responding, you simply nodded your head.
“Someone learned their lesson finally,” he muttered under his breath. It was so quiet, you were positive that it wasn’t meant for your ears.
Feeling bold - and more than a little frustrated with his treatment of you - you bucked your hips forward. You both groaned out at the feeling, Daniel sounding just a little surprised. Instantly, his hands flew to your hips, pinning them down on the sheets.
“Don’t. Move.”
There was a dangerous edge in his eyes that you hadn’t seen all night. It was one that struck true fear in your heart. Those eyes were ones that could take life away at any moment they wanted, ones that threatened the lives of his “family” with little to no remorse. You were once again reminded of the fact that you were letting the leader of the Saints of Los Angeles fuck you.
Swallowing thickly, you nodded vigorously.
Danny hardly dug his nails into your flesh briefly before he lifted his hands away from your hips. He soon busied himself with the silver tube from earlier, the cap unscrewing with a horrible squeal. He dumped the last of the powder onto the valley of skin between your tits, quickly screwing the cap back on before tossing the vial to the side. With his pinky finger, Danny arranged it into a line, tediously pushing it around and tickling your skin. When he was satisfied, Danny stuck his finger into his mouth in order to get rid of the excess powder on his appendage. The entire time he was making his line, you could feel his cock pulsating slowly inside your pussy.
Popping his finger out of his mouth, Daniel leaned down and snorted once more. You arched your back against the feeling of his curls caressing your flesh, biting your lip at the sensation. You watched as Danny sighed out in ecstasy, a lazy, toothy grin slowly spreading across his lips as he tipped back, riding the high the cocaine gave him again. You noticed his eyes rolling back into his head as a bead of blood dribbled down from his nose.
Right as you were about to comment on the blood, Daniel began thrusting his hips again. Finally, that friction your pussy was craving was back, your head tipping back at the sensation. Just like before when he was riding the high from the cocaine, he set a brutal pace that you knew would make walking a chore the next day. But unlike before, there were so many guttural noises escaping Danny’s lips that he reminded you of a feral animal.
At this point, your brain was starting to become so overwhelmed that you had to clamp your eyes shut to avoid sensory overload. Each snap of his lips produced a high-pitched whine from your throat, sounding pathetic to your own ears. Ashamed, you muffled the noises by taking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were biting down so hard that you were afraid of drawing blood.
Daniel didn’t take too kindly to this.
With an especially deep growl, Daniel grabbed you by the throat, feeling all of his rings dig into your flesh. It wasn’t a gentle touch in any sense of the word. You knew that he had the strength to crush your windpipe in his grip and was just barely stopping himself from doing exactly that.
Your eyes flew open in surprise. His nose was inches away from yours, almost having to cross your eyes to focus on him.
“Sing, darlin,” he growled. There was a predatory glint in his dark eyes, one that reminded you once more of exactly who you were dealing with. While you weren’t necessarily afraid for your life, you didn’t exactly want to press your luck.
“Fuck yes, Daniel! Oh, fuck!”
You didn’t think it was possible, but Daniel began pounding into you ever harder. You were beginning to fear your internal organs would liquify at this rate. However, that was merely a brief flash of a thought before your brain’s circuits were once again overloaded with sexual pleasure.
While you were gasping out Danny’s name and seeing black spots start to make pockmarks in your vision, that’s when he spat directly onto your face. It was warm as it slowly dripped down your skin. It didn’t get the chance to cool before Daniel took his free hand and smeared it over your face before pushing his fingers back into your mouth.
Blood.
That’s what you tasted as he shoved his fingers down your throat so far it made you gag, chuckling darkly at your noise. That sharp metallic taste on the back of your tongue sent a surprising jolt of arousal straight to your core. You flicked your eyes away from the ceiling to Daniel’s face. Your suspicions were confirmed; his nosebleed had dripped all the way to his lips and was showing no signs of stopping.
Not fully understanding your own actions and going on instinct alone, you threaded your fingers into Daniel’s curls and pulled him into your lips. You needed more of that rush, quickly becoming addicted to the thrills he was giving you. The kiss immediately turned sloppy and heavy, his hand relieving the slightest bit of pressure off your throat.
Even as your circulation was returning to your brain, you felt you heard start to spin at the taste of his blood. That tension in your pussy was building again, a rubber band ready to snap.
“Please,” you breathed out after pulling away enough.
“Please what?” he hissed, a sly smile pulling at his lips. He knew exactly what you were asking but wanted to hear you beg.
“Please daddy, please let me cum. I can’t take it much longer-”
“Do it, princess. Make it a spectacle for me, you whore.”
It was all you needed. Like the breaking of glass, you felt something in you shatter as you finally were able to feel that peak Danny had been dangling in front of you all night. The noise of pleasure that pushed its way from your chest was whiny and desperate. You felt your entire body turn into static as your vision whited out.
You were vaguely aware of Daniel reaching for his phone, his flashlight turning on as he recorded a video of him pounding mercilessly into you. You felt a slight twitch in your core, understanding that She was into it but unable to give much after what just happened.
“Fuck yeah, such a perfect slut for me.” Daniel’s tone was raspy as his hips began to stutter. A deep growl ripped from his throat before he went completely ridgid, feeling his cum spilling deep within you.
His curls curtained in front of his face, the light from his phone pointed down at your body as his head was hung. You watched him pant for breath through your lashes, beads of sweat rolling down his body.
After a moment, he pulled out of you. Both of you groaned at the unpleasantness of the feeling. Daniel pointed his camera down at your fluttering hole, feeling his cum drip out slowly. He stopped recording shortly after, the room going dark again with the absence of the flash.
“I’m not paying fucking child support if you get knocked up.”
That was the last thing Daniel spoke to you that night. However, it was far from the last time you would ever speak to him.
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Hand kink nation... we have been fed.
Just Bros
danny x dave x f!reader
warnings: pure, filthy smut. oral m & f rec, threesome, multiple orgasms, teasing, aftercare
THIS IS NOT MEANT TO PERPETUATE ANY TYPE OF SPECULATION AND IS PURE FICTION AND FANTASY, DONT LIKE DONT READ.
You and Dave had been dating for a while, and so far it was going well. He took you on dates, treated you to romantic nights in, and if you were being honest, the sex was amazing. But you had noticed the closeness he seemed to have with one of his friends, a closeness that seemed to be greater than a “we’re just bro’s” could explain. Daniel was nice enough, and he was cute too, but the way your boyfriend acted around him was beginning to raise your suspicions at their friendship. You knew Dave had been with guys before, but he never disclosed which guys.
You took note in the subtle differences of his behavior when Daniel was around, the grazing touches, the looks of subtle longing between the two men, and when Danny confessed to his recent break up, you knew you had to do something. So, you came up with a plan.
It was innocent enough, inviting Daniel over to you and Dave’s shared apartment for a dinner.
You wore an outfit you knew Dave liked, one that did little to hide your skin, one you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist peeling off of you later in the night, you just hoped his friend was willing to lend a helping hand.
There was a knock at the door, signaling that Daniel had arrived, and you knew it was time to put your game face on. Sauntering over to the door and swinging it open, “Danny! We’re so glad you could make it! We’ve been looking forward to this all week.” You cheered, reveling in the way his eyes looked over your body, then flickering over to Daves. You bit your lip to hide the smile as you waved Danny inside. “Thanks for having me!” He said, giving you a gentle hug before crossing and repeating the action with Dave. “Good to see you, man,” Dave said, resting in Danny’s embrace.
Dinner went by smoothly, both men complimenting the meal you had prepared.
After piling the dishes in the sink with a wave of “I’ll get them tomorrow,” you all settled on the couch, a nice bottle of bourbon teasing you from the coffee table. You eyed it with a grin, this is when the fun begins. You grab the bottle by its neck, “Let’s play a game,” you started, smiling slyly, “How about never have I have I ever. If you’ve done something, take a shot.” You eyed the boys next to you, watching as Dave raised a brow in questioning. “C’mon babe! It’ll be fun! Here I’ll go first, never have I ever gone skinny dipping,” you said, spinning the cap off the bottle and taking a swig. You watched a smile spread across Dave’s face as he reached for the bottle, “You think you’re cute, huh?” He asked, before pressing the bottle to his lips. Danny reached for the bottle once Dave was done with his turn, a light blush spread across his cheeks, “Danny, so scandalous,” you teased, “It wasn’t with Dave was it?” Watching as he sputtered and choked on the dark liquid. You smiled devilishly, “Was it?” You pressed, watching the silent conversation between the two men. “W- I. It was-“ Danny started, still coughing. “Babe, c’mon, it was a long time ago,” Dave assured, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Oh don’t worry, I think it’s hot.” You said simply, before grabbing the bottle from a very flustered Daniel before pushing it into Dave’s hands. “Your turn!” You cheered.
Time passed as you shared questions, getting thoroughly tipsy, running through the bottle of bourbon. “Okay, okay. Last question,” you giggled, eyes shining, lips wet as you ran your tongue over them. “Have you-“ you paused, making eye contact with Danny, who was more adventurous than you thought, you’ve come to find out, “Never have I ever thought about having a threesome.” You shared a look with Dave, before eyeing Danny as you raised the bottle to your lips. Your throat was numb at this point, the liquor sliding down with out some much as a tickle. You held the bottle out in offering, “Well?” You sloshed it a little bit as you looked at the two men. It was Danny who reached for it first, looking at you with hooded eyes, questioning you through his look. You grinned as he sipped the dark liquid, watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. He gestured the bottle to Dave, seeming to already to know his answer. “Something to share with the class boys,” You asked, leaning back against the couch, legs spreading ever so slightly. So maybe you were being a little bit of a slut, but hey. This was for your boyfriend (and maybe you had been watching Daniel a little too closely at the shows Dave had taken you to).
Dave looked to you, blush spreading down to his chest, “When- uh. We uh, used to like fool around I guess, and- we’ve. We’ve considered the possibility.” And there it is. You gasped, hands coming up to your chest as you feigned shock. “Well isn’t this just a surprise!” You giggled at a joke that wasn’t told. “Y/N, it wasn’t ever like… Like serious,” Daniel said, at with that you sat up, leaning over Dave to meet Daniel’s eyes, “Why not?” You hummed, feeling his breath on your lips from the close proximity. “You can’t possibly think I don’t see the way you two eye each other,” You tease, leaning into your boyfriend, resting a hand on his thigh.
“So tell me boys. Why isn’t it serious?” You ask, eyes darkening, as your hand trails up to rest on Dave’s zipper.
“You’re into this?” Dave asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. “More than you know,” You said, maneuvering yourself so you were sat in between them. “Danny?” You asked, “Yeah?” He breathed, eyes focused on your lips. “Can I kiss you?” You looked over to Dave for approval, grinning as he titled his head in a subtle nod, before looking back at Danny. “Please,” He whispered, before closing the gap between your lips. You moved slowly, keeping your lips connected, shifting so you were straddling his hips, rolling yours against him as he deepened the kiss, his large hands pulling your body into his. You heard Dave shifting around, paying him no mind til he was behind you, tugging your shirt off, breaking the kiss and exposing your chest. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” Danny gasped as he took in this new sight of you. You giggled, leaning back into Dave’s chest, craning your neck so you could kiss him as you rolled your hips against Danny’s loving the feeling of his hands on you. You broke the kiss with Dave, chest heaving, “Bedroom?” He asked, eyes blown wide with lust. You nodded, moving off of Danny’s lap, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
You spread yourself out on the bed, patting the space next to you, Dave took the hint and laid himself out, you waste no time in straddling him, taking in a deep breath as you unbutton his shirt, taking it off of him slowly. You turned, meeting Danny’s gaze from where he stood next to the bed, you reached for him, tugging his shirt off. You moved so were standing in front of him, hands reaching for his zipper. Sinking down to your knees, you tugged his pants down, revealing his boxers, his hard on straining against the thin fabric. “Fuck Y/N,” He moaned from above you, “You want my mouth Danny?” You asked, palming his length. “Shit, yes.” He hissed, and with the confirmation you tugged his boxers down, freeing his dick. “Fuck you’re big,” you breathed, taking in the sight of him. You mouthed against his length before taking his tip in between your lips. A muffled moan from above you caught your attention, looking up through your lashed, the sight was enough to soak your underwear. Dave’s chest heaved as he tangled his fingers in Daniel’s hair, kissing him feverishly. You popped off Danny’s length, “Fuck that’s so hot,” You whimpered before taking Danny back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length, grasping at his hips. You moved your hands around the length you couldn’t reach, you hummed, the vibration pulling a sweet sound from Danny’s throat. You sunk deeper, taking him into your throat, holding back a gag as he began to rock his length into your mouth. You looked up once more, a few stray tears making their way down your face. “Shit baby, you look so beautiful taking his cock right now,” Dave moaned, meeting your gaze. “Her mouth his so good,” Daniel gasped out, tangling his fingers in your hair. “So good,” Dave praised in response.
Daniel pushed you off gently, “Sorry, sorry. I don’t want to cum yet,” He laughed, voice sounding fucked out already. You smiled, “We don’t have to stop at just once,” you said, voice rough from the abuse, giggling at the way his eyes widen. “Come up here baby,” Dave instructed, helping you stand, tugging off your shorts and underwear as he does so. “Lay down, darling. You put this all together, hmm?” He asked, smiling as you nod. “I think a proper thanks is in need then, what do you think Daniel?” You watched for his response, hole clenching around nothing as he licked his lips and nodded. “You should hear the noises she makes when you put your mouth on her. Go ahead, try it.” Dave instructs, his subtle hint of dominance revealing itself. Your stomach tightens as you watch Danny position himself in between your legs. He wastes no time diving in. Tongue sliding beautifully in between your folds, nose bumping ever so slightly into your clit, giving you that delicious stimulation. You gasp as his tongue licks up into your pussy, whimpering as he brings a hand up to gently circle your bundle of nerves. “Let those noises out baby, sing for him. Such a pretty little voice.” Dave praises from his position next to you, running his hands over your body. Your hips buck as you get close, moaning out, “Fuck Danny, I’m close,” you cry, hands reaching down to tangle into his hair. You roll your hips as he works his tongue, “Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you cry, chest heaving as you works you through your high. Your head rolls back as he slows, heart beating like a drum, you glance down at him, watching as your juices roll down his chin. He wipes it away, “Best meal I’ve ever had,” he laughs as he sits back on his knees, his length still straining against his stomach.
“I want you inside me,” you say, eyes focused on his mouth watering length.
“Beg for it,” He says, seeming to shock everyone in the room, including himself, but he leans into it. “Tell me just how bad you need me to fuck you in front of your boyfriend.”
“Please Danny, I need you to fuck me. I need you so bad, I’ve been thinking of this for so long.” You say, desperation to be full leaking into your tone, not even bothering to check the reaction from Dave. “Shit you were right, Dave.” Danny laughs, “She’s such a slut for it.” You peer up at your boyfriend, a question on your lips, but he beats you to it. He pats your face, “Oh baby, you think we don’t talk about the things we’d do to you? You’re so smart putting this little thing together.” He teases. You open your mouth to retort, but he slips two fingers against your tongue before you can start, “Need me to keep your mouth occupied while Danny fucks you baby?” He asks, smiling as you nod, and suck on his fingers. “Open up darling,” He instructs, pulling his fingers from your mouth as you widen your mouth, he spits into it before shifting, and flipping you over on your stomach, slipping his length between your lips, sighing as you take him, “Shit just like that baby,” he praises, thrusting gently into your mouth. You feel Danny lifting your hips as he lines himself up, moaning around Dave’s length as he slides into you slowly. You rock your hips back to meet his thrusts, taking Dave out of your mouth just for a moment to moan out “Harder,” before Daniel slaps a hand against your ass cheek, “You’ll take what we give you darling, don’t get greedy now.” He growls before picking up the pace.
Dave guides his length back down your throat, ignoring the way you cough and gag around him, Danny’s thrusts driving him further down your throat. The feeling of both your holes being filled is almost too much, but the way Dave’s practiced fingers are massaging your scalp as he uses your throat is enough to keep you grounded. He pulls away for just a second, your moans, no longer muffled, fill the room. “Just had to hear your pretty fucked out moans baby. You know it’s my favorite sound.” Dave smiles, taking in the way you look. Spit smeared against your chin, mascara running as tears slip from your eyes, mouth open, constant puffs of moans falling from your lips.
Dave slips back into your mouth, grunting as you hum around him. You swallow around his length, “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” He warns, you hum in response, swirling your tongue, and hollowing your cheeks. His thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls back so just his tip is resting against your tongue. You swirl your tongue around the head, feeling his grip tighten on your hair, “Shit baby, just like that, fuck!” He grunts as he cums into your mouth. “Hold it,” he says, coming down from his high, slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you up until your back is flat against Danny’s chest, his cum still in your mouth. “Good girls share,” He says before connecting your lips, swiping his tongue through your mouth as he gathers up his own cum. You moan as he takes it into his mouth, pressing against you, as he meets Danny’s lips. “Oh shit,” you whine, letting your head fall back against Danny’s shoulder as you watch your boyfriend pass his cum between him and his friends mouths. You can feel Danny’s throat bobbing as he swallows, “Fuck, I’m close,” he pants out, thrusting into you roughly. “Me too,” You whine taking in the feeling of both of their bodies pressed against yours. Dave reaches down to your bundle of nerves, circling around it with two fingers. “C’mon. Cum together,” He pants, attaching his lips to your neck, leaving what’s sure to be a nice mark for tomorrow. Daniel’s thrusts get sloppy and he lets out rhythmic grunts as he thrusts, “Shit baby, I’m gonna cum,” He gasps, and your stomach tightens, bringing you to your second high. “Cum inside me,” you beg, moving your hips down, pressing into the friction Dave is providing against your clit. “Fuck baby, that’s so hot,” Danny grunts, “Fuck,” he whines, driving his hips into you roughly, crying out as he reaches his high. The feeling of him emptying into you is enough to send you over the edge, moaning out his name as you cum, riding out your orgasm, clenching around his length as he comes down.
Dave slows his movements against your clit, and Daniel slides out of you slowly, you gasp at the loss and the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs. You flop against Daves chest, Daniel joining, laying down with his chest pressed against your back as he buries his face into your neck. “That was great,” Dave says, the first one to speak up. You giggle, before breaking out into laughter, “Yeah, yeah it really was,” you sigh, reaching for Dannys hand, intertwining your fingers. “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he giggles, breath puffing against your neck. “We could make this work, y’know. All of us? Properly.” You suggest softly, the post sex glow allowing you to feel vulnerable. “Is that something you guys would want? You’d want me?” Danny asks, meeting Dave’s eyes. Dave nods, “Yeah,” he laughs, “Fuck yeah.”
“We can talk about it more later, for now, cuddles are in order,” you say, shifting so you’re facing Danny, Dave curled against your back, arms around your waist. You press a gentle kiss against Danny’s lips as he presses into you, before falling into that blissful post orgasm daze, a comfortable silence settling over the room as you all bask in the feeling.
GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.
Hiiii hello!! How on earth do you draw Danny so well? I cannot get him to look like himself to save my life 😭
Josh is so easy, but Danny?? A mystery to me
that looks like him!!!!!! you did it!
i am not a teacher by any means but these are a few things i always keep in mind when drawing danny:
his eyebrows are boomerangs fr. theyre much more arched and come in further than any kiszka eyebrow does lol
his face is pretty short and very angular and the widows peak is a MUST
practice drawing his profile a lot because his nose is the star of the show ALWAYS and it looks p different depending on the angle
his canines are sharp and he doesnt have very full lips at all and hes always kinda rocking a smirk so keep the mouth pointy
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