#Daniel Wagner GVF

[wildbluesorbit]

HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY TO THE PRETTIEST, SWEETEST, SASSIEST, SEXIEST, HEART-THIEVING, CURLY-HEADED BABYGIRL🥳❤️‍🩹

[anthemofgvf]

Cool to The Touch: Danny Wagner x Reader Oneshot

description: a simple surprise to add a new element in yours and danny’s intimate life was one you would never expect.

word count: 3k+

warnings after cut...

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warnings: minimal plot, smut, (18+ minors dni), soft dom! danny, temperature play (usage of ice cubes!), oral (f! receiving), fingering, dirty talk, minimal begging, some fluff

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“Do you trust me?” Danny asked you. He was sat on the edge of the bed, turned to you, tracing his fingers along the blankets while you sat against the pillows of your shared bed.

The sound of his voice immediately grasped your attention, and you flicked your head to him. “Of course, I do,” you smiled, reaching out for this hand and squeezing it, “why do you ask?”

A smile curled on his lips - one of deviance. He had something planned but had yet to share with you exactly what the particular thought was.

“I wanted to try something new tonight, but I want it to be a surprise.” He leaned in to peck your lips, and you brought your legs from your chest to lay extended onto the mattress. “Are you okay with that?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. There was no doubt about where your trust with Danny was. He had never misguided you, nor made you sense betrayal in his words and actions.

“Yeah, I’m okay with that.” You brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek and encapsulating his lips into yours.

He hummed into your lips delightfully as he followed the slow motion of your mouth colliding with his. He brought himself closer to you, placing one hand next to your hip and the other on your cheek. He held you against his mouth, tasting at your lips and tongue as he kissed you.

“You’re going to have to keep your eyes closed.” He said into your lips with a small smile beginning to contort, faltering the motions of his mouth, but falling back into them after his sentence.

You hummed in response. You were too focused on kissing him to properly respond, with the drive of hunger it began to pick up curating quickly.

His tongue glided along your bottom lip, then entered into your mouth and danced with your own. The taste of his minty toothpaste soothed your tastebuds, and you welcomed the familiar flavor by running your hand into the back of his hair and gripping onto it to keep him locked on your lips.

But the surprise of the kiss breaking suddenly had a light whimper trapped behind your lips, struggling to keep your eyes shut as you wanted to view his face in front of yours. You knew his eyes were burning on your body, on your face, and examining you as you sat propped up by your palm flat on the bed.

His touch on your waist drew out a light gasp from you, and you felt his fingers slide under your tank top, slowly bringing it up and over your body. You lifted your arms up, with your eyes still shut, and the loss of clothing seemed to be useless to your increasing body temperature. You began to slip off your pajama shorts in preparation for him, and a light chuckle sounded through his nose. You smiled at the familiar sound, and continued your motions until you were stripped down in your panties alone.

"Keep those on for me, okay?" He tapped at your hip with his finger, and you hummed in response, although the sound was closer to a whine. "I want you to lay down and get comfortable for me, babe." He said into your ear, placing a kiss upon the shell of it.

The unexpected voice at your ear, along with the warm breath that followed out of his nose and hit the side of your face elicited a shiver to roll down your spine. You were stripped of one of your senses, and you didn't realize how desperately you needed your sight until this moment. It was as if you were stepping into foreign territory, and using your hearing as the strongest sense, with your touch close behind.

You obeyed his demand and laid flat on your back, with your hands placed on the lower half of your stomach and situating your head into the pillow that rested behind you. You felt the bed become lighter and listened to Danny's footsteps grow quieter as he left the room.

You lightly shifted amongst the sheets of the bed, running your fingers along the blankets under you to remind you of your surroundings. Your heart rate was only slightly faster than before with sheer anticipation and excitement of the new domain you had entered with your lack of sight. You could consider yourself to have a minute nervousness racking through your body, it was overcome with longing for Danny's presence again. To feel his fingers running up and down your body simply for your pleasure, and comfort you with his touch alone.

Danny had never stripped you of your sight, and you were surprised he didn't just simply blindfold you. But he trusted in you that you'd obey his promise and keep your eyes shut for him.

You heard him enter the room, and a smile curled upon your lips as you placed your hands back onto your stomach and heard something chime as it was set on the table beside yours and Danny's shared bed. He huffed lightly, and your hand crawled off the mattress in search of him. You were met with his hand intertwining with yours, and it raising up to his lips to allow him to press a light, lingering peck onto the back of it.

He set your hand back down and dragged the side of his fingers alongst your cheek, then to your jaw and brought your face towards his direction, sighing pleasantly at the view of your submission.

"So pretty," he groaned, "all for me." You could hear a hilt in his voice, signifying a smile, and that only made you crave his touch more. "If you're ever uncomfortable, just tell me, and I'll stop, okay?"

You turned your head into the palm of his hand and pressed a kiss upon it. "Okay."

His hand fell from your face, and you turned your head back up to the ceiling as you awaited his next move. You listened to the dinging of the material next to you, and you immediately assumed it was something set in a glass. That was your only inference, and as much as you wanted to be surprised, you desperately wanted to know exactly what object he had grabbed.

The bed shifted as he crawled on top of you, with one hand braced on your right side and his body nearly pressed against your own. He relaxed onto his forearm for better support, as his free hand encapsulated the object you had yet to be introduced to. You could feel the tight proximity of his figure above you, and you reached out your hands to run them up his sides and find his face. You desperately wanted to open your eyes, to see his perfectly sculpted face before you.

He captured your lips for a moment, long enough to draw away from you slowly in a teasing manner. His lips traveled to your cheek, then to your neck, and began to suck softly at the skin. You groaned delightfully at his tender motion and felt his teeth bare and nibble right above your collarbone.

His mouth faltered as he left your skin, and he shifted lightly above you. Your hands traveled to the roots of his hair, lightly massaging it and used your hands to be fully aware of where he was moving.

A cool, wet object trailed down your neck. You gasped at the sudden change of temperature, and noticed whatever what it was, was placed in his mouth.

"Danny," you sighed, feeling the object trail to your collarbone and run in the cave of your breasts, "do you, do you have an ice cube in your mouth?"

"Clever girl," he mumbled around the cube, "it is."

You were thankful to have quickly guessed what it was, but kept your eyes closed to allow the travel of the cool object continuously surprise you.

He circled it around your nipple, and your mouth dropped open with an airy moan. The cube battled at your heated skin, nipping at you in a satisfying way. You noticed that it had begun to melt onto his tongue, and eventually dissolve to leave his mouth wet with the brisk substance. Every place the ice cube touched left its mark, leaving any body part it caressed wet.

His tongue swirled around your areola, and his hand ran to your unoccupied breast and toyed at your nipple. You relieved your wanting cunt by pressing your thighs pressing together and rubbing them, and he had noticed the motion quickly.

"A bit impatient tonight." He chuckled, leaving your hardened bud and seemingly reaching for another ice cube as his body laid gently on your own.

"Feels good." You giggled lightly.

"I figured it would." He said to you, dragging the ice cube down your stomach and leaving a trail of liquid to signify his tentative path.

"What made you think of this, anyways?" You said breathlessly. His answer wasn't drawn from him yet, and you felt the ice cube rest inside of your belly button.

"Well," he began, placing his hands on your thighs and spreading your legs slowly, "I saw a clip online from a movie, and I figured we could try it out. Although, candle wax was also used, ice cubes seemed like a better start." He said to you.

You nodded with a hum. "I'd be okay with trying that."

He chuckled lightly. "Good to know, but we'll stick with ice cubes for the night. Not uncomfortable, right?"

You scratched at his head with a smile, keeping your eyes shut and your head tilted up towards the ceiling. "Not even a little bit."

He pressed a kiss on your clothed cunt, and you sighed with relief at the needed friction.

The ice cube that rested in your belly button had begun to melt, and water started to trail around your stomach and drip to the sides. Although you'd consider this specific part a bit uncomfortable, you didn't mind it a bit, and in fact found it soothing against your fiery skin.

He moved once more to grab another ice cube, and you propped your legs up for him as he crawled through them and fell back down between your thighs. He trailed the cube that rested in his mouth down your covered slit, and your hips involuntarily thrusted into the motion with an airy moan. This foreign feeling was alleviating to your aching cunt, and droplets of water began to drip from the cube onto the lace. If you weren't wet before, you definitely were now.

His fingers ran under the hem of your panties, tugging them down agonizingly slow and removing his mouth from your cunt. They fell to your ankles, and Danny aided you by throwing them fully off your body and assumingly to the floor of yours and his's bedroom.

The cube ran down the inside of your thigh, and your mouth was hung agape at the sensation. Breathless moans fell from your lips, and you began to tug at his hair as you felt the ice grow nearer to your heat. But, instead of immediately appeasing your needs, he traveled to your other thigh, and trailed the cube down again until it just barely reached your cunt.

His coarse finger ran up your slit slowly, and you gasped loudly at the needed contact. You began to whine with the loss of his fingers and pierced your bottom lip with your front teeth. Your eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and a guttural whine beginning to draw from your throat.

"Danny," you dared to beg, "please touch me."

He was always precise with foreplay, to turn you on until you were a whining mess and begging for him with tears pricking at your waterline. But, tonight, he figured picking up the pace on tonight after depriving you of his touch was enough and chose to give in at your first request.

He lightly placed the ice cube that had melted into a smaller form, tenderly sharpened at the front, on your clit and circled it slowly. You moaned, allowing your eyes to flutter as you rolled them into the back of your head from the foreign sensation. Never had his mouth been this cold as he was in between your legs, but you loved the new feeling.

The cube wasn't too bitter against you, although at first it stung at your clit. But as he sucked it down to a smaller shape and tore away the nipping temperature that would usually stick harshly to whatever was placed upon it, it felt gratifying against you. Not too cold upon your skin, and in fact, the contrast had your head spinning.

He dragged the ice cube down your slit, stopping at your entrance and teasing the hole by circling around it. You moaned at the light impact, tugging and pulling at the roots of his hair for him to continue.

"Fuck," you whined, "feels so fucking good."

"Yeah?" He said to you. It wasn't a question that needed confirmation, but you still gave him a pitiful hum of approval.

He dragged the nearly melted ice cube upwards and fell back onto your clit and circled at a steady pace. Your moans became more frequent, starting quiet, but grew as you felt his tongue begin to reach your clit while the cube melted against it. His mouth was dripping with the ice, and you felt a droplet fall down your cunt and trail to your entrance.

You rolled your hips into his motions, feeling only his tongue and no longer the cool object. The melted cube at your belly button dripped up your stomach, and the water played at your skin and coated your stomach completely.

He was ravenous against your clit, licking and swirling his tongue to drive you to your ultimate release. He dipped his fingers into the liquid at your belly button, scooping it up and allowing it to settle on the pads of his fingertips as he sunk them into your entrance. His other hand pressed down harshly on the top of your thigh to keep you in place. You gasped loudly as he curled them inside of you, and you could just barely feel the difference in temperature. His mouth stayed cool, but his fingers eventually matched your warmth.

He flattened his tongue and quickly lapped up the sweet taste of you that was an addictive drug to him, finding your clit and sucking hungrily as his tongue worked marvelously against you. His fingers pumped in and out of you quickly, while his mouth matched his speed.

The inner coil in your stomach tightened, begging to be unraveled. His mouth was slowly becoming warmer, but still wet with spit and the remaining liquid from the ice cube. You began to crave the cold temperature against you, and you thanked your lucky stars his tongue was still cool enough.

You wanted to resist your orgasm, to have Danny work at you forever, but holding it back for longer became tougher by the second. You were writhing against him, letting his name and other incoherent begs and praises fall from your open mouth. He knew how close you were and began to pierce the sweet spot inside of you with each reentry of his fingers.

You warned him of your release quickly approaching, and that had him humming against you pleasurably and begging for your orgasm to coat his fingers with his speed. And you tugged at his roots roughly, feeling your orgasm overtake you as your thighs muffled his ears, and a load moan escaping your mouth and echoing off the walls. Your entire body shook, white flashing behind your eyes and your back arching off the bed as he rode your orgasm out for you with a slower pace of his tongue.

His fingers stilled inside of you, and heretracted them from you slowly. You groaned at the loss but dared to finally open your eyes and look down to him.

Danny's hair was a bit astray from its original placement. You removed your hands from the roots, and you noticed how his eyes were blown out with lust. He had a delightful grin plastered on his plump lips, with his chin glistening with the mixture of your release and the cube that melted into water. You missed looking at him in between your legs, so the sight of him below you had your face flushing pink, and your smile softening.

Your chest heaved as you relaxed your body, and he stood up and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. His hands ran alongst your bare breasts, then to your face and cradled your cheek.

"I didn't expect that when you told me to close my eyes." You said softly to him.

He looked at you with slight confusion and huffed a laugh. "What did you expect?"

"I don't know," you giggled, "but I surprisingly really liked that."

"I'm glad." He said and tucked your hair behind your ear while wearing a genuine smile on his face.

You looked over at the nightstand, noticing that a few ice cubes in the clear glass still rested in it at a perfect state, with condensation trickled around the cup. You looked back to him with a quirked brow, and a smile of intent.

"What's on your mind, babe?" He pressed.

"Think I could try it on you?" You shrugged.

He turned to the cup, and back to you. "I don't see why not." He said to you and captured your lips with a tender kiss.

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[frozenlight-gvf]

It’s a Scream, Baby: Part Two

pairing: jake x fem!reader x danny

summary: it’s been exactly a year since the first time jake donned that mask for you the night before Halloween, but this time, being true to your favorite horror movie, he’s not alone…

warnings: (18+ MDNI) fear, brief cnc, knives, masks, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, knives, threesome, dirty talk, language, oui oui paris, threats, knives, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), thigh riding, restraining, did i mention knives? doesn’t even start with fluff but there is aftercare!

word count: 3.5k

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! it’s finally here!!! i’m honestly baffled by how much love the first part got, and it makes me so so so happy to see people talking about my silly little fic lmao anyway i hope you guys enjoy the long-awaited sequel!

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You sat in the bottom of your closet, keeping your breath as quiet as you could. With the clothes draped around your face, the air was hot and thick and churning with energy. You could feel the blood thrumming through your veins, and the throbbing of your heart made your head spin.

Quiet, calculated footsteps padded up the stairs. You could almost feel the heaviness of them through the floor under you. You hugged your knees closer to your chest and tried to silence the breathless rattling of your lungs.

Earlier that night, you had gotten home to a dark, cold apartment— the opposite of what you’d expected for the night before Halloween, but fitting nonetheless. All the string lights had been unplugged; even the diffuser had choked back its usual steady stream of cinnamony spice. A note on the hardwood floor simply read “Hide.”

A thud from the guest bedroom had sent you fleeing up the stairs, ducking into your closet.

The footsteps grew closer. Your hands went numb as your mind flooded with images of what was about to be done to you.

The closet door was thrown open, sending a wave of cold air through the hanging clothes that shrouded you.

Before you loomed a tall, dark figure cloaked in black. A grotesque white face stared down at your cowering shape.

You slowly stood on shaking legs, not breaking eye contact with those familiar dark voids.

“Found you,” the voice rasped, muffled by fabric and rubber.

A gloved hand wrapped itself around your throat, the rough cotton feeling invigorating against your sensitive skin.

“Found me,” you echoed, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

Your breath caught in your chest; you could hardly contain your excitement.

Your boyfriend, Jake, had indulged you like this a year ago to the day, but this time, he had gone all in— donning the black robes in addition to that iconic mask, instructing you to hide somewhere in the house as he stalked around to find you, knife presumably in hand.

Maybe it was the adrenaline in your blood, or the pitch darkness of the bedroom, or the hand around your neck, or the arousal clouding your head, but you felt more vulnerable than you ever had before in front of this towering figure— and you hadn’t even taken your clothes off yet.

A second gloved hand began trailing deliberately up your side, catching on your clothes as it went, exposing your bare skin inch by inch. His touch was so confident and sure; it’s as if he was claiming you with nothing but his fingers.

Your lips parted in eager anticipation as the hand made its way firmly over your breast, making you shiver. When you breathed his name, the hand around your neck tightened, making you choke on the word.

“Shut up,” the voice hissed, sending a wave of pleasure straight to your core.

With his hand still firm around your throat, he pushed you backwards into the wall, leaning in close. You could hear heavy breathing from beneath the mask. He pressed his body into yours, keeping your back flush against the wall.

“Hands,” he prompted. You obediently held out your hands in front of you, and the man took your wrists and pinned them above your head with his free hand.

You sighed as his knee was shoved between your legs, giving you the relief you hadn’t even been actively seeking. The pleasure was being freely handed to you as you moved your hips, grinding up and down his thigh.

He chuckled sinisterly, the breath escaping him in deriding bursts as he watched you take what you wanted without apology.

“Keep going, slut.”

The word made a soft moan fly from your lips; Jake wasn’t usually one to use ‘slut,’ but it sent a welcome shiver down your spine. You were a slut— grinding on a hooded figure’s thigh as he held you by your throat against a wall.

You moaned Jake’s name again, and the hand tightened.

“He’s not here.”

A grin tugged at your lips once more as your head grew deliciously dizzy. The bloodflow to your brain was now slightly restricted, but you loved that your life was being held in the hands of a man you couldn’t even see. You delighted in Jake diving so deep into this fantasy for you.

The friction against your clit was sending constant shocks of pleasure through you, and it was about to spark into something more. Your mind was clouded in a red-tinged haze as all kinds of chemicals flooded through you. But just before the feeling could overflow, he pulled his leg from out from under you, eliciting a whine from your throat.

“Pitiful,” he spat.

You stared at the white face— practically the only thing visible in the room. You could hardly even see the outline of his shoulders, and there was something in your head that prevented you from reaching out and touching him. Some sort of residual fear that slithered in the crevices of your brain, some hesitation about the fact that Jake had yet to reveal his face to you.

Out of the corner of your eye, something approached.

Your head whipped towards the movement, all thoughts silenced.

The only thing you could see was yet another white face stalking towards you.

Your heart seized. Your breath ceased. The heat of your blood froze to ice.

It hadn’t even crossed your mind— the height difference. It should have been so obvious. This man was so much taller than Jake. But your perception had been completely fogged over in the darkness. The realization shook down your spine like a chill.

The man in front of you, the man with his hands all over you, was not your boyfriend.

The figure to your left removed his mask, and you could barely make out the oh-so-familiar deepness of his eyes and his shaggy brown hair, but recognition swelled within you, crashing down as you whimpered in fear.

You tried to wriggle out of the stranger’s grip, but his body was solidly against yours, and he was gripping your wrists tight.

“Let her go,” Jake said coolly.

The man in front of you didn’t hesitate; he dropped your wrists and backed away, but not before giving you a final shove against the wall. The white face of the mask turned towards Jake. You were left trembling and numb with your hands tucked up against your chest.

Just then, the stranger pulled off his mask, and your jaw dropped. There wasn’t much to see in the darkness, but the outline of his curly hair and the apologetic smile on his face was a dead giveaway.

“Danny?”

Your voice was weak and soft, and your cheeks burned red with embarrassment for having been so scared. Your eyes were wide with confusion as your brain haltingly tried to process what just happened, eliciting a quiet chuckle from both men.

“Listen to her,” Jake said with a grin. “She sounds terrified. Her little brain must be going a million miles a minute.”

Danny stepped closer to try and comfort you, but Jake stretched out an arm to hold him back.

“She’s a big girl, Danny. She doesn’t need to be coddled. Besides, she asked for this,” Jake said, turning to you. “Didn’t you, baby?”

The fear in your blood had started to heat up into excitement. Ever since last Halloween, you had been dropping hints at maybe adding another Ghostface to the mix. You never thought Jake would actually take you up on it.

“Are you happy that Danny’s here, pretty girl?” Jake said with a smirk as his gloved hand raised to cup the side of your face. You could feel his warm breath across your cheek as he leaned in to speak softly in your ear. You nodded, your face still frozen.

The way he was handling you now made you tremble with anticipation for what’s to come. The softness of it all, the tender touches with a demeaning undertone— it all gave way to a night of being held down and marked up.

“Are you gonna be a good little whore and show Danny your pretty body?”

Before your hands could reach the hem of your shirt, you felt a prick of cold steel against your abdomen, making your muscles tense up. You looked down to see a knife glinting in Jake’s hand. Jake smirked as he watched you stutter for something to say. He cocked his head, staring into your eyes.

“I hope you know that you don’t have a choice here, darling.”

With that, after replacing his mask and making sure Danny did the same, he flicked the knife upwards, slicing up the front of your shirt.

Your breasts now exposed in the cold air, Jake took the opportunity to back away, leaving you pitifully exposed and looking desperately back and forth between the two men. Part of you wished you could make eye contact, but gazing into nothing but those unchanging, emotionless faces had you clenching your thighs together. There’s no going back now.

They looked on as you stood there, just taking their lustful stares like a good girl should. You couldn’t do anything but lean back against that wall; you weren’t going to do anything without direct instruction or force. You were entirely ready and eager to comply with whatever they wished.

Jake then lunged, moving like a shadow and attacking the rest of your clothes with his knife. There was no tenderness now; this was depraved. He dug his knife into the waistband of your jeans, pulling and tugging the blade towards him as he worked against the denim. He sawed through the tough fabric, the dull side of the knife scraping against your skin. The only sounds in the room was the tearing of clothes and Danny’s occasional chuckle as he watched on.

He left you in your panties, a cruel tease to leave you needing more. You were soaked, and you were sure that Jake and Danny could see it. Jake then pointed at the bed, the black sleeves of his robe billowing.

“Get on the bed. On your knees.”

You rushed to obey, crawling over the sheets and sitting on your knees in the center of the bed, hands between your thighs. You watched with wide eyes as both boys stripped themselves of their robes, leaving them in their boxers, black gloves, and masks. Jake sauntered over to the window, grasping the rod and twisting so that the blinds slotted open, simultaneously allowing anyone outside to see you in that state and letting in the faint moonlight and the orange glow of a nearby street lamp.

Your eyes adjusted momentarily, but the sight you were greeted with in the dim light made you even wetter. You shifted on your knees as you stared at Jake’s chest, Danny’s arms and his tattoo, and the noticeable bulge in both of their pants. Both you and your cunt were desperate.

“Is she always this obedient?” Danny asked, laughter in his voice, his head turning towards Jake as he tore his eyes from you.

“No. But I think she knows what the both of us are capable of. That it won’t end well if she tries anything.”

The two men then stalked towards the bed, and you were already squirming. Jake took his usual place behind you, and Danny kneeled a foot or two in front of you. You were aching to reach out and run your hands over his arms and chest, but you remained dreadfully still.

“Ok, pretty girl,” Jake said, slowly slithering his fingers into your hair from behind. You melted into his touch, your eyes closing as he massaged your scalp.

A sudden tug yanked you out of your bliss. Your head shot backwards, making your jaw fly open and a pitiful whimper escape you.

“You know we’re not playing nice tonight, right?”

You tried to nod, but his grip on you was too tight. With your hair firmly in his fist, he moved your head up and down. He let out a derisive chuckle as he watched your head shake “yes” by his will.

He then pushed you forward, and you caught yourself on your hands, your face right at Danny’s crotch. You could almost feel him throbbing through his boxers as he watched you look up at him with wide eyes. Jake grabbed your hips with both hands and set you up to be at just the right height for him to grind his bulge into your dripping heat.

You let out a moan as you stared up at Danny’s mask, feeling Jake rubbing into you from behind. You started to push your hips back into him.

When Danny’s fingers closed around your jaw, you sighed, never wanting him to let you go.

”Mmm,” he moaned softly, aroused from just the sight of you looking up at him. “Does that feel nice, sweetheart? He’s hardly even touching you. You want that cock?”

You whimpered a response, letting your chin rest heavy in Danny’s gloved hand.

“Or do you want this cock?”

Danny reached into his boxers with his free hand and pulled himself out. Your eyes crossed as you looked at his cock, long and thick and achingly hard.

You heard him rasp out a laugh under his mask. He clearly enjoyed your bewilderment at the sight.

“Come on… Don’t be scared of it. You want it in your mouth, right? Yeah?”

Before you could even realize what you were doing, your lips were wrapped around his tip, licking mindlessly. The endless voids of Danny’s masked eyes never left you, and a deep moan rumbled from his chest as you nudged him deeper into your mouth, into your throat.

“Fuck— god, her mouth is incredible, Jake.”

“Yeah, isn’t she pretty with a cock in her mouth?”

A sharp thrust from Jake’s hips sent you forward, gagging on Danny to the chuckles of the two men. Your panties were completely soaked through, almost transparent. Jake was showing inhuman patience, and it scared you more than the tip of the knife you now felt dragging down your spine, bobbing imperceptibly up and down with each vertebrae it passed over.

You gasped around Danny’s cock as you felt the pinpoint tip of the knife trail over your panties, teasing right down the middle of your cunt. It landed right at your clit, the slight pressure making you lose your breath. Your body flinched forward slightly, but you were already as far down on Danny as your little mouth could go— any more movement or attempts to escape the knife, and you’d suffocate.

“That’s it, honey, just let me play for a bit,” Jake taunted, gently tapping the flat of the blade against your cunt, relishing in the wet slapping sound. You could hardly breathe, but you weren’t sure if it was the fear, the adrenaline, or Danny’s cock shoved down your throat, unmoving.

You squeaked as the knife dug slightly deeper, and he flicked it so it caught the delicate fabric, decisively tearing it. Jake chuckled derisively, overjoyed at the sight of your bare pussy, dripping wet.

Your eyes shot open wide as the cold metal met your cunt, the tip of knife just barely teasing along your folds, even dipping into your entrance. Every muscle in your body tensed up, including your neck, causing your throat to tighten around Danny. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Jesus, Jake— whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. She just got so tight.”

Ignoring Danny, Jake pulled away the knife, placing it beside him on the bed, to both your and the cock in your mouth’s chagrin. His hand was shaking, as if it pained him to put the knife down. You couldn’t help but want to be impaled by that knife, not caring about any cuts you would get from having it shoved up your cunt.

“Mm-mm. Don’t wanna slice up this pretty pussy before I get to use it. As perfect as she’d look with blood dripping down those thighs, she’d be too loose if we slit her there.”

His words hadn’t even gotten the chance to spill out of your other ear before his cock had sunken deep into you, your pussy pulling him in ravenously.

Danny had begun to move his hips, giving your lungs some much-needed reprieve, as you could now gasp for air whenever he pulled out slightly, but only momentarily as he thrust back in, the tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat over and over.

Drool leaked from the corners of your lips as you sucked and licked on him eagerly. Your mouth being filled so thoroughly took the spot of any rational thought in your fuzzy brain.

A sharp thrust from Jake brought your wandering mind right back to him, where it belongs. He prodded at your g-spot, making your thighs quiver.

“Oh, you can’t cum yet, little whore. Don’t even think about it.”

You shook your head, trying to focus on pleasing the two men. Danny groaned above you.

“That’s right, princess. Shake that pesky thought out of that head of yours. Is there anything in that little girl brain of yours now? Hmm? Nothing?”

Your mind was completely blank as Jake and Danny ravaged you from both ends, picking up in intensity as their excitement grew.

“Taking me so good, slut. Fuck… good girl. Choke on it, yeah, baby…”

“That’s it, whore… yes, yes… oh, fuck, yes…”

Their gasped and moaned words overlapped and melted together, creating a perfect breeding ground for your pleasure. You sank into their words and their thrusts and their hands gripping and grabbing at you, letting them take you in every sense of the word.

“Jake, fuck, I need her pussy—“

“Shut up. Cum down her throat, she loves it.”

Danny’s head rolled back, a few inches of his throat now visible under his mask. He let out a guttural groan as his hips stuttered and he painted the back of your reddened throat.

He soon pulled out, making you choke on air as you slumped forward, your back arched and your face against the mattress as Jake was still fucking into you from behind, sending you into a realm apart from this one.

“Aw, is the whore tired? Is she all tuckered out from cock? Was it too much for her to take?” Jake said, his voice breathless and sharp with urgency.

You whimpered into the mattress. Danny stood at the front of the bed, panting as he watched your body rock back and forth with Jake’s tireless thrusts.

“Danny, lift her up— you need to see her face when she cums.”

Danny’s gloved hand sunk into the hair at the crown of your head, and he pulled your face up so he could look right into your fucked-out, thoughtless eyes, but you couldn’t see his.

“Gonna cum all over Jake’s cock, huh? Do you wish you were cumming on mine?”

“Shut the fuck up.” You could hear a blaze of jealousy in Jake’s voice. He was the one buried deep inside you, but Danny was spurring you on.

“Mmm, my cock would look so good covered in you, don’t you think?”

“Danny, I’m warning you—“

“Your pretty cum dripping down my thighs… why didn’t Jake share you earlier?”

What you didn’t see when Danny dropped your head was Jake brandishing the discarded knife, pointing it at Danny.

“Back up.”

Jake’s hips were still slapping against yours even with the knife in his hand. The tension in the air was drenching you with a sheen of sweat.

“This pussy is mine. Understand?”

Danny nodded, his hands up in surrender and a smirk spreading under his mask. Jake then gestured the knife towards your head.

“Face. Up. You should be grateful I’m not making you leave the fucking room.”

Danny once again lifted your head, making you face his mask once more. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, your lips were swollen and glistening, and your face was blood red. The band inside you wasn’t just about to snap; it was about to rip you apart from cunt to crown.

Jake was relentless. His pace was unforgiving, the fingers digging into your hips merciless. Danny’s hands pulling your hair made your eyes roll back in your head. You were nothing but a doll.

“Cum for me, baby. Show Danny whose pussy this is.”

There was nothing you could do to resist; every ounce of fight or resistance had left you the second the closet door swung open. A throaty howl tore from your chest as you imploded, screaming Jake’s name in Danny’s face as your entire body went white-hot numb; the only thing keeping you up were the hands seizing you and squeezing you. Jake kept snapping into you, sending you deeper and deeper and deeper into unbearable euphoria.

“Keep cumming, that’s it… oh, my pretty little whore, yes…”

You didn’t even feel Jake pull out. You couldn’t feel the hands grabbing your arms and flipping you onto your back. But you could see the two distorted white faces with their taunting eyes staring down at you as you faded in and out of consciousness.

Moments, seconds, minutes, or hours later— you couldn’t tell— you found yourself between two warm, sweaty bodies as they stroked and kissed you, masks long discarded on the floor of the bedroom. Hands were in your hair, on your face, your chest, your hips, your thighs; everywhere they could reach. You were being worshiped on all fronts, and it felt divine.

“You did so good for us, sweetheart. Are you alright?” Jake rasped softly in your ear, his breath sweet and soft. You nodded, lounging into their caresses.

Danny kissed your temple and spoke gently. “You sure you’re ok? Does your throat hurt at all?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Of fucking course your throat hurt. Every fiber of every muscle, every ounce of marrow in every bone in your body hurt. But you loved it.

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Cruising Into Love

d.r.w. x f!reader

My first post on tumblr, but definitely not my first fic. Danny's cruise picture had this story pouring out of me, so I hope you all like it! I thought this first chapter would be longer than it is, but the next part of the story deserves its' own chapter.

Words: 3.2k

Summary: After 3 mundane months of working on a cruise ship, you're met with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

Warnings: plenty of swooning, language and brief mentions of f masturbation.

You sigh as you zip up the back of your fitted black dress. Another night, another performance. You love being an entertainer, and sitting behind the keys is as close to home as you can get on this ship, but after 3 months of your 8 month stretch, it is starting to feel so redundant, and there are only so many songs that are approved to perform at the piano bar. The boss wasn’t too pleased with your medley of LL Cool J songs with an audience consisting of mainly 50-80 year olds. Tight ass. 

“Just three more nights and you get a break,” you reassure yourself as you touch up your makeup in the pathetically tiny mirror that looks huge in this shoebox of a bathroom. 

“Alright girl, I’m off,” you say to your slightly-less-than-pleasant bunk mate. It could be worse, but it would have been nice to bunk with someone who actually seemed to give even half a fuck about you. At least she wasn’t mean. Just…distant. 

“Kay,” she replied with enthusiasm akin to a corpse, not bothering to look up from the sketch she was working on. You sighed again, feeling like you’ll never be able to chip away at that wall. You didn’t come here to make friends, but damn, a little human connection would be nice sometimes. 

– – –

Your body shuddered as you threw back a shot of tequila at the bar. “Thanks, Chris,” you said to the bartender-one of the few people who will have an actual conversation with you. He winked before flicking his eyes over to a young, classically hot dude. Boyish features, blue eyes, sandy blonde hair…you get it, but definitely not your type. 

“Down boy,” you say with a chuckle as you wink back at him. 

Settling down at the keys, the audience gives you a small applause as the chatting dies down. 

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” you ask the small crowd, mustering up as much enthusiasm as you can. You get a small cheer, and a few whoops from the more inebriated folks. “You mind if I play a few songs for you?” A louder cheer encourages you as your hands start to dance across the ivory keys. 

Ooh you can dance

You can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh, see that girl

Watch that scene

Digging the dancing queen

The crowd sings along with you-definitely one of the more tone-deaf groups you’ve played for, but at least they seem to be having fun. Dancing Queen is always a good opener, and one of your favorites, so you prefer to start the shows this way. 

The crowd cheers as you segue into your next number. People are getting tipsier with each song, and you have to admit, it is pretty entertaining. Drunk crowds are typically great audiences unless they get belligerent. 

“Alright, it’s been a blast playing for you all tonight,” you say as you start the intro to your final song.

I needed the shelter of someone’s arms

And there you were

I needed someone to understand my ups and downs

And there you were

WIth sweet love and devotion–

Holy shit. Who is that guy? A tall, dark, and handsome man emerged into your view after an elderly couple left the table in front of his. You miss a note and snap back into focus through the chorus. What the hell? Why is some random-admittedly gorgeous-dude throwing you off? That’s new. You make it through the second verse, but after that it’s impossible to not steal another glance. Your knees get a little shaky as you drink him in, thankfully keeping your shit together in your performance. You watch him sing along as he drums his fingers on the little bistro table. You realize you glanced a little too long once he smirks at you, locking eyes. You blush red and avoid the entire corner of the room where he is sitting for the rest of the song. Oh God, how embarrassing.  

The crowd cheers as the song ends and you take a bow before immediately walking back over to the bar…which, unfortunately, is far too near the gorgeous man in the corner. 

“One more tequila, please, Chris,” you say anxiously as he chuckles. 

“Little flustered there, aren’t you? Wouldn’t have anything to do with that yummy Greek statue of a man there in the corner would it?”

“Shut up, Chris,” you whisper, your face turning redder by the second. 

“Mmhmm, okay. Whatever you say,” he says with a smirk before walking to the other end of the bar serving the influx of post-performance guests. 

Walking out of the room, you make it maybe ten feet before realizing you left your phone behind the bar. 

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, debating on walking back now or waiting until the crowd clears in hopes of avoiding the gorgeous creature who made you pathetically weak in the knees. 

“Oh, come on, he is just a man. Get the fuck over it,” you mutter again, rolling your eyes at yourself. You turn around and make it one step before slamming straight into someone. 

“I’m so sorry!” you both say in unison as large, warm hands wrap around your shoulders, steadying you. Of-fucking-course. 

“Oh, no worries!” the insanely beautiful man replies, dropping his hands from your shoulders. The summer breeze feels colder than it had before as your whole body flushes. 

“Oh-um-yeah, okay,” you sputter out with a nervous smile. Good God, get your shit together. 

He chuckles, “Your performance was great. We loved it,” he says warmly as a beautiful, tall, brunette woman walks up next to him. Of course. There’s no way this man could be single. It only makes sense that he would have one of the most staggeringly gorgeous women on his arm. 

“Yes, it was lovely!” she chimes in, hooking her arm through his as she reaches out a hand to shake yours. 

“Oh, thank you!” trying to stay as cool as possible and not show your disappointment, you shake her hand and flash a smile. 

“I’m Josie, and this is my brother, Danny,” she introduces. 

Oh. Brother. He’s her brother. The relief you feel is embarrassing and you hope it doesn’t show on your face. You sense it does, based on the tiny smirk Josie is clearly trying to hold back. 

“Nice to run into you,” Danny says with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to shake yours as well. He holds your gaze for just a moment longer than you expected. Just long enough for your breath to catch as you get lost in his dark hazel eyes…flecks of gold, brown, and green-the warmest eyes you’ve ever seen. He flashes a bright white smile that makes your chest tighten. 

“Yeah, uh, you too,” you reply with a nervous giggle, your voice barely shaky. Oh my God, you are so fucking embarrassing. 

“Come on, Dan. We’re late meeting mom and dad,” Josie says, leading Danny down the hallway. “Nice meeting you!” 

“Yeah, you too!” You stay glued in place for a moment, watching them walk away. Damn, the back looks just as good as the front. Danny turns around at that moment, catching you staring. He smirks and winks before turning back around, disappearing as they turn a corner. 

“Real smooth, you idiot,” you sigh, tossing your head back before walking back into the bar. 

– – –

You got almost no sleep that night, and it infuriated you. Losing sleep over a man you barely met. Get a grip…but, those eyes-such a warm hue, long lashes, smooth, tan skin, he had a little dusting of freckles on his cheeks and angular, almost avian, nose. His features were masculine and sharp, with a jaw that could probably cut glass, but his kind eyes and heart-melting smile made him seem so…soft. You could tell he was a man who wasn’t afraid to do some grooming and pampering. With skin like that and shiny, dark brown, perfect ringlets of hair long enough to barely brush his shoulders…yeah, he put some effort into his appearance. His demeanor didn’t seem cocky or vain, though. Confident, sure, but not full of himself. Ugh, and then that body. 

“Oh, come on,” you say exasperatedly to yourself as you roll over for what was probably the 20th time, trying to relax. “You’re not 13 years old. For God’s sake, you are 25. Act like it.” 

You take a deep breath and relax one muscle at a time, feeling the gentle rocking of the ship lulling you to sleep. You start to drift off and the image of Danny turning around to wink at you jolts you awake again. 

“What the hell? May as well just stop fighting it,” you say defeatedly, letting your mind drift off to Danny with no resistance. You close your eyes again as you try to remember every detail. His sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, slender hips and legs, but you could definitely see the muscle definition under those tight black jeans. You let out a little giggle as you remember the cheesy little shark tooth necklace dangling on his collarbone, just above a small patch of black hair dusted on his sternum. His short-sleeved top was unbuttoned just below his pecs, leaving the rest of his torso up to your imagination. You find yourself imagining how it would feel to run your hands over his warm, undoubtedly hard, stomach before smoothing them around to his back, running up to his sturdy, broad shoulders. You know what would help you sleep, but even alone in your bunk, you’re embarrassed that seeing this man for a few moments would cause you to slip your hand into your shorts. You wonder if you had met him earlier in the day it would have given you time to shake it off. Maybe take a run around the 7th floor track that wraps around the ship on the deck. But for now, you need sleep, so you do what needs to be done. Thank God your bunkmate is working the overnight shift. It only takes a few minutes before you finish with a soft sigh, drifting off to sleep seconds later. 

– – –

Hard as you tried, you can’t help but feel a slight pang of disappointment when Danny doesn’t show up at the next night’s performance, and you feel pathetic for that. This is a huge ship. It’s impossible to do even half of the activities offered, so why would he come to the same show twice? To see you? Come on, girl. Get real. The self-loathing is bubbling up inside you as you attempt to exhaust yourself by running seven miles. Does it work? Absolutely not. You’ve never felt so electric and energized. Any other time you would have been grateful, but not now. Not when, despite your exhaustive efforts, you still find yourself relieving that ache in your core before drifting off to sleep. 

Rolling out of bed the next morning, you feel a bit better. The exhaustion from your run the day before caught up to you, and your legs feel like they are on fire. Thank God. Despite the pain, you brush your teeth, throw your hair in a bun, and slip on a tank top, shorts and running shoes, making your way to the 7th floor. Maybe after today’s run you won’t even think about him when you fall into bed tonight. 

A small smile forms on your face as you close your eyes, feeling the sea breeze enveloping you as you step through the double glass doors onto the deck. Most people you know prefer to run out on forest trails, feeling the crunch of leaves and soft dirt under their feet, seeing the sun filter through quaking aspens, hearing songs from morning birds harmonizing together. You love it too, but the power and energy that the ocean offers can’t be beat. You start off with a slow jog, warming up your aching muscles, before finding your stride. You feel as if the ocean is running alongside you, the waves matching your pace. You finally start to feel like you’ve found your footing again-literally and figuratively. After your first lap you see a few more people making their way onto the deck. Most come out for a nice walk, just enjoying the view they don’t get to see often. You see a sweet old couple, moseying along hand-in-hand. Just walking silently. Comfortably together. This is a common sight around here, but you feel a bittersweet sort of heartache for just a moment before someone whizzes right past you. 

Long legs, narrow hips, mess of dark chocolate curls tickling those broad, tanned shoulders with each step, the navy blue muscle tee giving you a much better view of those shoulders as they flex and move in tandem with his strong, lean legs. Legs that he clearly enjoys showing off based on the yellow shortie-shorts he’s sporting. You increase your pace with a surge of adrenaline, but also so you can get as close as you can to the view. As he reaches the curve of the track at the front of the ship, he looks over his shoulder at you, grinning before picking up his pace. Is he…challenging you? Oh, it is so on. You weren’t an all-state track star for nothing. You grin and take a deep breath, pushing yourself faster, the excitement dulling the burning pain in your thighs. Danny hears you round the corner as you catch up to him, chuckling through his steady, heavy breaths. You’re not letting those long, sculpted legs have an advantage over you. Ignoring the burn in your chest, you surge forward faster, eventually passing him. Looking over your shoulder you catch him staring at your ass. He quickly looks away and out at the ocean. If you weren’t puffing and panting so hard, you’d probably giggle, but it’s all you can do to stay focused and not let him catch up to you. You both run another lap, taking turns being in the lead before you both give up and just run at a steady pace next to one another. 

“Okay, I give up,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re good! How long were you running before I came out?” You couldn’t help but shiver slightly hearing the deep timbre of his voice between his panting breaths. 

“Oh, just barely over a lap,” you reply, doing your best to not sound like you’re dying, and failing miserably. 

“Safe to say this is something you do often?” He runs the back of his hand down his neck, wiping off a bead of sweat that rolled from his chin down over his prominent Adam’s apple. 

Taking a big gulp of air that had nothing to do with your exhaustive run, you wipe sweat from your brow and try not to stare at his neck and shoulders glistening in the sunlight. “No, this is my first time,” you say as seriously as you can manage. 

“Are you joking?!” he asks incredulously. 

A laugh bubbles up at the sight of his adorably confused and surprised expression. “Absolutely. I’ve been running basically my whole life.” Your breathing is finally starting to slow along with his, the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders still exaggerated, but not as fast. 

“Oh, thank God,” he replied, flashing that bright smile, your breathing picking up again ever so slightly. 

“Bit competitive, huh?” You walk over and grab a couple of towels and water bottles from the recently restocked shelf. 

He chuckles, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You hand him a towel and bottle and he immediately chugs half of the water, a tiny bit of it running down his chin, the small stream of cool liquid mixing with the sweat on his neck, traveling down his protruding Adam’s apple again. “Thank you,” he says, wiping his brow with the slightly scratchy fabric of the generic beach towel. 

“Oh, yeah..uh, you’re welcome,” you awkwardly sputter, yet again embarrassed by the reaction this man is getting from you for basically just existing. 

He drops his head, clearly trying to be a gentleman and hide his knowing smirk. After a brief awkward moment he looks out at the water. “Bet this never gets old, does it-getting to run with the waves every day?” 

“Never,” you reply, with a contented sigh. “The ocean is the best running buddy I’ve ever had, no offense,” you giggle. 

He chuckles back at you, “None taken. I totally understand. I wish I could do this every day.”

You both saunter over to the railing and lazily lean over the smooth, wooden bar. 

“Well, they’re basically always hiring here. Want a job?” you ask with a chuckle. 

“Don’t tempt me,” he replies, his large hands gripping the rail as he leans back slightly, enjoying the breeze. His damp curls already drying from the salty air. 

“This sea breeze is really the only thing that could do any tempting. Cruise life behind the scenes isn’t very glamorous. I’m sure whatever you’re doing now is better than this.” 

“Maybe so. Depends on the day.” 

“So, what do you do?” you ask, turning around to lean your back against the railing as you take another sip of water. 

“Danny! I thought you said you were going to wait for me?” Josie bursts through the glass doors, looking irritated. “Oh hi!” she says, flashing a bright smile-very similar to her brother’s-at you. “It’s good to see you again. You want to join us on our jog?” 

Josie is so bubbly and bright. She has that magnetic energy that people are just naturally drawn to. Matched with her staggering beauty (that clearly runs in the family), you imagine that there are plenty of unsuspecting people out there who have been left in a haze by her presence. You find yourself just a bit jealous of whatever genes run in that family.

“Oh, thank you for asking, but I actually just finished up here. I don’t think I have another lap left in me,” you chuckle, finishing off what’s left of your water. “Not after kicking this guy’s butt,” you giggle nodding your head in Danny’s direction. 

“Excuse me?” he retorts, “I do believe that it was a tie,” he laughs. My God, he has the most adorable laugh you’ve ever heard-kinda dorky, actually, and you are so glad this Greecian god has been humanized a bit, even if it did make your heart ache more for him. 

“I believe you,” Josie loudly whispered to you with a wink, “and thank you for tiring him out a bit. Now I can outrun him,” she laughed before bolting down the track. 

“Oh come on, sis! That’s not fair!” he called out, running after her. After a few strides he slowed down and turned around, running backward, “It was good to see you again!” 

You watched him run down the track, frozen in place again, until he turned the corner. 

“Guess I’ll be losing more sleep tonight,” you mutter with a sigh before walking inside to take an ice cold shower.

LOTS more Danny in the next chapter, I promise. I'm a slow-burner.

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Too beautiful to resist, and too deadly to survive; the tragic tale of belladonna in all its glory.

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Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!reader

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), semi-public sex, exhibitionism, name calling, dom/sub, bratty sub, biting, nipple play, praise/degradation, mentions of toxic/abusive parents, mentions of/toxic relationships, mentions of criminal activity/criminal records, poverty, crying, mentions of homelessness, mentions of physical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of AA/NA, NA meetings, heavy descriptions of addictions, use of/mentions of drugs, mentions of relapsing, drinking, flirting, mentions of hookups/sex, smoking, depression/anxiety, mental health struggles, fluff, swearing, sorry if I miss any!!

I know this story isn’t the most popular, but I feel inclined to keep writing it because it is my main source of healing at the moment. It’s imperative for me to tell this story in hopes that it helps someone who struggles/has struggled the same ways I have. So, for the few of you who continue to stick with me through this, thank you from the bottom of my heart. As always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes! 🤍

May 31st, 2022

“Play that again!” You exclaimed, dropping your pen against your journal and pointing your finger at Danny, sitting across the porch from you with golden sunshine accentuating his already perfect features. Daniel and Sam both jumped in surprise at the suddenness of your actions, previously not hearing a word from you since you took post on an old blanket under the early summer sun.

“What, this?” He asked, picking a quick little tune on the bottom strings of his guitar. Your heart warmed at the sound, a smile blossoming on your lips as you gave an eager nod.

“Ventura Highway!” You sat up in your seat, leaning further into the music the two of them were playing.

“In the sunshine.” Sam smirked, nodding up at the sky as he motioned one arm vaguely around the three of you.

“The days are longer,” Danny joined in, biting back a giggle at the silliness of your conversation.

“And the nights are stronger,” Sam leaned into his friend, both of their eyes pointed at you as they awaited the strong finish.

“Than moonshine!” You laughed, listening as Danny played the quick sequence of notes again. “My brothers fell in love with this song when I was a little kid. I remember dancing around the living room with them when mom was gone, because nobody could get mad at us for making noise.” You laughed, reminiscing on the fondest of childhood memories that all seemed to happen when your parents were nowhere to be found. “It was on one of the old vinyl records we found in Grandpa’s attic, so we snuck it home and played it over and over again.”

“As much as Steely Dan?” Danny teased, recalling your fascination with them.

“Nothing was played as much as that, Daniel. Don’t be ridiculous.” You shook your head, relaxing into the fleece below you as the sun kissed your bare thighs. The air was warm, the lush grass on the lawn in front of the Airbnb was desperate to be cut, and the pollen was making your nose stuffy. It was crazy how different their yard was compared to the street you lived on despite it only being minutes away.

Now that the weather was nice, the three of you spent your days (when you weren’t stuck at the Fox) lounging outdoors and enjoying the summer before it passed you by. Every afternoon, Sam and Danny got lost in playing songs and writing down ideas while you scribbled in your journal or puttered away on your laptop (which was now on its very last leg). They were writing as much music as they could, harnessing the energy they came to New York to find all while encouraging you to do the same.

Nearly all of your days off were spent with them, aside from the few days you set aside to attend NA meetings. You were still keeping that part of your life a secret, unable to find enough courage to share it with them in fear it would scare them away. Thankfully, because of their company, your addictions were much less pressing than they had ever been, so keeping it to yourself had proven easier than expected as the days passed by.

The diner was the same, never changing in the near two years you spent there. Vincent was a mess, only worsening since your altercation a few weeks prior. Talking was off the table once again, and communication was limited to an occasional snide comment and a lingering glare. You were standing your ground, furious that he had the nerve to say such despicable things to you, and he was doing as he pleased, which was no different than usual. He was still convinced he was in the right, that you were the problem and you were responsible for the heartbreak shared between you, and you knew he would never see the other side. Instead of dwelling, you did exactly as you said you would, and since that night you had stayed as far away as possible.

Although it hurt, it was the right thing to do. After telling him you were done for the thousandth time, it finally seemed to stick.

You did question if it was because you finally reached a breaking point, or because of the curly haired boy who made it impossible to worry about anything other than him.

As time dragged on, it became harder and harder to resist the pull of your heartstrings when you heard his name or saw his face in your mind.

“Sing it, Utah.” Danny said, playing the small riff over again as Sam joined in on his own guitar.

“No way!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. Although you were passionate about art in any form, singing was not your forte, and you weren’t keen on embarrassing yourself in front of the only boy who could make you feel this good.

“Come on!” Sam encouraged, playing through the intro one more time to give you an opportunity to change your mind.

“Not a chance!” You laughed, standing your ground despite feeling pressured to do so.

“Together?” Danny offered, barely thinking about what he was doing as his fingers drifted over the fretboard. Your lips were stuck in a permanent smile, unable to feel anything other than happy while in their company. Eventually, you gave a roll of your eyes and a reluctant nod. “That’s my girl!” He exclaimed, playing the intro one last time before he led the three of you into the verse.

Nothing sounded bad when there was a promise of doing it together, and if he continued to refer to you as his, you would do anything he asked of you. Despite trying so hard to ignore the feelings constantly growing in your heart, you knew you were a goner—falling for him was the easiest thing you’d ever done, and it started long before he knew your name, the very minute you heard the echoing laugh and saw that breathtaking smile from the kitchen at the Fox.

June 6th, 2022

“That’s the abandoned school.” You pointed out the windshield, looking at Danny to ensure he noticed what you were referring to. The parking lot was crowded with overgrown trees and the building itself was hidden behind them. After years of no upkeep, the plot of land had grown wildly out of control. He slowed the car, peeking out the side window to get a better look at the scene. Then, without a word, he flipped on his signal light and pulled into the poorly maintained lot. “What are you doing?” You laughed.

“Exploring! Come on, Utah. Live a little!” He parked close to the brick building, looking over at you with a hopeful expression.

“There’s nothing to explore.” You explained, a lingering smile on your lips as you sipped away at the king can of Redbull in your hands. “Unless you find asbestos and debris fascinating.”

“There’s lots to explore—you just need to know where to look.” He said, ignoring your comment as he opened the car door and stepped outside. With a small sigh and a roll of your eyes, you stepped out to join him.

You walked around the car, grabbing his hand as you led him to the side of the building, knowing it was the only entrance that you could actually get through. The front and back doors were boarded up, but they forgot about the side entrance hidden by a few trees. What was once likely the service entrance for the maintenance crew and janitors, was now the only passage inside to admire the ruin of the place. Perhaps he was right; the charm had worn off for you because you’d seen the inside a hundred times, but to him, it was all brand new. You brushed off your lighthearted negativity at the realization, putting on a smile for him and making a promise to see it for the first time all over again, with him by your side.

Since meeting Danny, new beginnings and reimagined ideas had become the norm, and if you had to admit, it wasn’t the worst thing in the whole world. In fact, it almost felt freeing.

You pushed open the door with your shoulder, using force to unstick the bottom tread from the eroded metal frame. The stale air from inside hit you in the face, musty and still damp from the thaw of winter into summer. You propped the door open with a rock on the ground, remembering how difficult it was to get the door open from the inside.

“Watch your step, Michigan.” You warned, pulling your phone from your pocket and turning on a flashlight. The place didn’t get much natural light between the lack of windows and the ones existing being covered with plywood. The floor was sticky, damp with condensation and covered in dirt and unknown substances leaking from exposed pipes. You made sure to find a clear path before he stepped inside, not wanting him to trip and fall.

“Woah,” Danny breathed, his eyes scanning the short, barren hallway that was cluttered with garbage. “Spooky.” You giggled at his reaction as you stepped forward, kicking away a few sheets of cardboard to clear the way.

“Stay with me, lots of shit to trip on.” You informed him, keeping a straight path down the hallway. The doors at the end had been busted open a long time ago, likely by kids who were often unsupervised by their parents. The top hinge of one of the double doors had rusted through, leaving it constantly open and hanging on an angle.

You felt Danny’s hand on your waist, his touch comforting as you helped him navigate the unfamiliar territory. You passed by a long row of lockers, some of the doors open and some still padlocked shut. The building was in much worse shape than it was the last time you were inside, and by the sight of crumpled sleeping bags in the corner, it seemed as though some of the homeless population had taken shelter inside.

“So what’s the story?” He asked, keeping a close eye on where he was stepping to ensure he didn’t trip.

“Not much of a story.” You chuckled, peeking your head into an empty classroom that was illuminated by a few rays of sun. “From what I heard, the building was in terrible shape when they built it. It was supposed to be a temp school until they could build a bigger, better one. The development got pushed back and the city got lazy, so they ended up using this for a few decades. Eventually, when the foundation began to crumble, they decided to shut it down and follow through with the original plan.” You recounted the tale as it was told to you, leading him into the room to look around. “Now by the looks of it, it seems like tent city has moved indoors. They keep saying they’re going to tear it down, but they can never find enough money in the budget, so people have been putting it to use.”

“Why would they tear it down if people are sleeping in it?” He asked, sympathetic to the situation but unfamiliar with the general outlook on homelessness.

You paused at his gentle ignorance, the statement forcing you to remember the differences between the two of you. He didn’t understand it like you did because he never had to witness it—and never had to live it. Instead of chastising him for his lack of awareness or responding with harshness, you thought it best to educate. It was the only way to truly make a difference.

“Right?” You gave a dry chuckle, your eyes scanning over the faded posters and art projects still hanging on the wall. “I wrote a letter to the city when they started pushing for the demo. I got signatures and everything, asking if they would reconsider their decision and transform it into a shelter for the unhoused population. Pretty sure they threw it in the trash and spit on it for good measure.” You tried to hide the scowl, but your distaste for the situation ran so deep that it nearly sickened you.

“You didn’t hear anything back?” He was shocked, almost making you laugh at his naïveté.

“I did,” you nodded, inspecting the bulletin board with torn pages still tacked to the cork. “But it was no more than a commendation for my effort and a slap in the face. They said that in lieu of the growing drug problem, they couldn’t possibly allow for such a system to be in place in an already struggling community.” You scoffed. “Like the drug problem hasn’t been this prevalent since the eighties. Like the problem doesn’t begin with poverty and homelessness, and mental health. Instead of addressing the root causes, they try and cover it up and pretend it’s not happening. They don’t care—they don’t want to help. They hope nobody speaks up against their ridiculous views and they silence them when they do.”

Silence hung thick between you for a moment longer than you liked, making you realize what kind of position you’d just thrown yourself in.

“You’re very passionate about this.” He noted, looking from the art on the walls to your stony face. You tried your best to sort your thoughts, to let him in just enough that he didn’t ask any questions but not enough for him to think too hard about it.

“I am.” You agreed, nodding slowly. “It’s hard not to be when it’s in my front yard and I see it every day. It’s hard not to be when I’m stuck in the same shitstorm as they are, praying to make it through tomorrow. I’m lucky enough to have a roof over my head, but just barely. I know that one off paycheck could have me out on the streets, too. They’re people, human beings with no house, no food to eat, no water to bathe or drink. I never understood how people could be so cruel, like the people living on the streets are less than human and don’t deserve a lick of kindness.” You worded your rant carefully, trying not to expose too much of yourself.

“I know addiction. My mother was the highest functioning alcoholic I’ve ever met, and my dad was a deadbeat who always chose getting high over his children. I left home to get away from it, and I ran so far I ended up behind it, staring at it from a different direction. Vin and Dylan are my best friends, but they’re barely 20 and their lives are ruined because of it. If they don’t change soon, they’ll spend the rest of their lives this way. I try to detach from it, to tell myself I’m fighting a losing battle, but I can’t. I can’t sit by and watch, knowing how close to home all of the issues are. I can’t stop talking about it, because I’m one of the only people who does. If I stop, maybe the rest of them will, too, and then nobody is advocating for the people who are hurting.”

He was learning things about you he started to believe you would never share, finding the soft spot for you growing tenfold as he listened to your words. He knew you were complex, closed off and focused on staying that way, but he was desperate to know you, the real you rather than the bright and shiny version you showed the world. He wanted to ask, to dive deeper, but he let you say whatever you pleased, promising himself to always listen to you. From what he gathered, it seemed like nobody ever had, and he would die happy if the last thing he heard was the sound of your voice.

“I’ll fight for it for the rest of my life, even if I die and never see change, because that’s who I am. I’ll fight for free healthcare, for affordable housing and accessible mental health facilities. I’ll fight for the food banks, for NA and AA programs, for improved social assistance, and for the justice system to take a step back from things it has no business controlling. We’re criminalizing and dehumanizing people who need help, people who turned to the streets and drugs because the world failed them. Not every addict is good, but they’re all certainly not all bad, and not every homeless person is an addict at all. There’s a family of four who lives in the alleyway next to my house, because they lost their house in a fire and didn’t have insurance, so they couldn’t afford to buy a new one, and subsidized housing fucked them over so bad they missed out on low income rentals. To overcome the problem, we have to fix it at the very root of the issue, not slap a bandaid on it and call it a day.” You paused, feeling your chest burn with indignity over the way people just like yourself have been treated.

He was stunned, speechless as he processed your words. Slowly, his hand raised to your back, a silent show of support over a topic he had never been well versed in.

He didn’t have to speak; in that moment, he had done more than you ever expected of him.

He listened, and he supported, without judgement and without questions, even if he didn’t know anything about your passion projects or why you were so passionate about them in the first place.

“I’m proud of you, Utah.” His words hit you hard, nearly causing you to double over in agony as the feeling of being appreciated ravaged you. You worked so hard, did so much and tried to put out so much good in the world to right the wrongs you did when you were a lesser version of yourself, and most of the time you received no encouragement or any kind of acknowledgment from the people around you.

Something he likely grew up hearing was a foreign language to you, something you were only lucky to hear a few times in your lifetime. He had no idea how good it felt to hear it, no idea how much it meant to you.

Maybe letting him in wasn’t so terrible after all. Maybe you had him misconstrued, and he cared enough to love you despite your struggle. Maybe for once, you had finally found someone more willing to give rather than take.

It was too soon to tell, but you were beginning to believe that Daniel was unlike anyone else in the entire world, that not only did he serve as a muse and a hero in your miserable story, but he was one who was committed to staying, rather than getting your hopes up only to leave you behind.

You couldn’t be certain, but you were eager to see if he truly was everything you hoped he could be.

June 14th, 2022- 6:57 PM

“Get in, Utah!” Danny exclaimed, splashing a handful of water in your direction.

“It’s cold.” You reiterated the same point over again, your toes barely touching the ripples of waves crashing against the shore. “It’s too early to swim.” It wasn’t too early to swim; in fact, the weather was fantastic, and you were just being stubborn after laying in the sun all afternoon.

The two of you woke up early with big plans; a road trip to New Jersey to spend the day at Long Beach, and he had booked the two of you a hotel for the night upon learning you had never actually stayed in one. The drive was fun, and the laughs were plentiful. You had never had so many good days in a row, but this was proving to be the longest streak in your entire life, all thanks to him. Sam was overjoyed at the idea of a night alone, to which neither of you inquired about, so you had the entire day and afternoon of the next day to yourselves, reveling in the joy of seclusion together.

You packed the car and set off, fingers intertwined together and your phone playing music over his speakers. The drive went by in a flash, leaving you in the lot of the (exuberantly) fancy hotel long before midday. You deposited your bags in your room, leaving them atop the king bed as you changed into your bikini and Danny lathered sunscreen over your shoulders. You grabbed lunch at the restaurant attached to the lobby of the hotel, checked out a few stores nearby, then made your way back to the car.

The beach was much less busy than you anticipated, giving you top choice at the best spots. You settled blankets a few feet away from the water, spending most of the afternoon laying between Danny’s legs as you flip-flopped between scribbling in your journal and getting lost in conversation. Eventually, when the sun began to sink in the sky and the population on the beach thinned down to you and a few other groups, Danny decided he was ready to get in the water, which you had been trying to avoid all day.

Though, you’d come to learn that you had an incredibly hard time saying no to him, and in this instance, the fact remained true.

“Never too early to swim, baby.” Danny brushed you off, ignoring your protests completely. “We drove for an hour to get here, you have to get in the water.”

“I’m getting there!” You snipped, feeling the frigid water reach your feet and fighting every urge to recoil. “You just have to give me a minute!”

“I’ve given you plenty of minutes.” He said, taking two large strides towards you. “All day, actually.” You stepped backwards, quickly getting away from him as you recognized the devilish smile on his face.

“Do not.” You warned, pointing your finger at him to stop him in his tracks. “Daniel!” You shouted, narrowly escaping him as he reached out to grab you.

“Utah, I’ve been waiting all day! Come here!” He bounded forward again, water splashing on your sun kissed legs and sending a shiver down your spine.

The softness in his face as he pleaded with you tugged on your heartstrings just enough to make you cave, and with a sign of defeat you relaxed from your rigid form. Not long after, he was in front of you, water dripping from his tanned skin as his curls stuck to his shoulders. The golden glow of the sun complementing his already breathtaking face nearly made you weak in the knees.

“Have you not learned to trust me yet?” He raised an eyebrow, refraining from touching you so you would come to him on your own accord.

“I do trust you.” You broke, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you looked over his face. He was intoxicating, so much so that it was impossible to think of anything other than him when he was near. Your mind was hazy, your vision blurring the background as you admired him, and you wondered how the hell you ever got so lucky to have him in your life.

“So you know I’m not lying.” He continued, stepping a little closer. Despite having just swam in the water, his cologne still stuck to his skin, mixing with the summery smell of sunscreen he reapplied not long ago.

He was fucking delicious, and he was making your stomach do somersaults without even trying.

“It’s not that cold—once you get in, it’s actually kinda nice. Promise, Utah.” He said, his hands reaching forward and pulling you into him by your hips. Although his skin was cold, it was offset by the fire burning in your belly that always ignited when he touched you.

“If you say so…” you whispered, hesitancy clear in your tone.

“I do.” You were close enough to him that your chest was pressed against him, ensuring he could feel your rapid heartbeat as you gazed up at him. Somehow, even after the weeks of spending every day with him, the giddiness never seemed to wear off. You were always excited to be with him, everything he did was electrifying and wonderful, making it impossible not to fall in—

No.

Love, although tempting, was not in the cards for the two of you.

“You know what’s even better than swimming?” You asked, a quick distraction to make him stop talking about it.

“Hmm?” He asked, his eyebrows knitted together so delicately you barely noticed it. He was watching you carefully, not willing to miss a single detail of the moment with you.

Instead of verbally responding, you leaned forward, a hand on his bicep and the other on the back of his neck as you pulled him down to meet you. Your lips landed on his, the saltiness of the water still lingering on his skin, making your heart race even faster. For a moment, the world seemed perfectly right, calm and peaceful, like nothing in the universe could ever hurt you again. Sometimes, when the world quieted down like this and you let yourself truly feel the beauty of being in his arms, his company made up for every bad thing that ever happened before.

“Yeah, this is better than swimming.” He conceded, his voice low and husky as he processed the surplus of emotions coursing through him. “Do it again though, just to make sure.”

“Of course.” You giggled, your eyes twinkling as you pulled him in for another kiss. Ever so gently, you felt his teeth graze your bottom lip, pulling it between them and applying a slight pressure. You melted into his touch, the pit of your stomach ablaze with desire for him.

When he pulled away, he let his forehead rest on your own as he swallowed back the urge to take it any further. Your nose brushed against his, a droplet of water running from his face on to your own. Carefully, you reached up and swiped it away, seeming to remind him of where you were and what you were doing.

“Swim with me, just for ten minutes. Then, we can go back to the hotel.” He bargained, knowing he would crack if you even suggested going back to the hotel straight away.

“Fine,” you huffed, giving in far too easily when he smiled at you. “But I want to take your picture first. You look really pretty right now.”

“P-pretty?” He stuttered, his cheeks turning red as soon as the word slipped off your tongue. You let your thumb drift over his still-wet skin, giving a slight nod and a soft smile.

“Very.”

With that, you turned and walked back to your blankets a few feet away. You rummaged around in your bag and found the disposable camera Sam had graciously donated to you a few weeks prior. He told you that it was imperative that you caught the memories on film, to which you had no argument.

You and Sam had formed an unusual friendship during your elongated (and free) stay at their Airbnb. Sometimes, in the early morning while Daniel was still deep in sleep, you found yourselves conversing in the kitchen over nothing and everything all at once. He was unlike anyone you had ever met before, a slight pretentious air surrounding him but never concerning anything that truly mattered. Below the surface he was a sweetheart, surely the nicest and kindest soul you had ever had the pleasure of knowing, and for no other reason than to simply be kind. He was funny, albeit a bit loud, and so genuine and accepting that it made your head spin sometimes. You showed certain parts of your soul to him that not even Daniel could reach, solely because he had a way of prying it from you without you even realizing it.

He was yours and Daniel’s biggest fan, and he wasn't shy to show it. In fact, it appeared like he was more invested in the label on your relationship than you were. He didn’t mind you imposing on the slightest, and even took it upon himself to invite you into their lives in many different ways, whether it be advice on a lyric or encouragement to visit them in Nashville.

He was the most unexpected ally of the entire, odd situation you’d found yourself in, but you were so grateful for his presence that it didn’t seem to matter.

You snapped a few photos of Daniel, taking a moment to admire his features as the sun continued to sink lower in the sky. Without a second thought, you tossed the camera back in your bag and sent him one, challenging glance.

“Last one in pays for dinner!” You shouted, catching him off guard as you took off in a sprint. Before he’d even registered what you said, you were nearing the water, and even once he did, he only started a slow jog.

You were racing because there was no way you could afford dinner, and he let you win because there was no way he’d ever make you pay to begin with.

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June 14th, 2022 - 8:38 PM

Freshly showered and wearing a sundress you had no idea you owned, you walked hand in hand out of the restaurant and bar branching from the lobby of the hotel. You were slightly tipsy, the pitcher of sangria you shared with Daniel taking more of a toll than you realized while sitting down. Your cheeks were blushed, your smile seemingly permanent as he led you to the elevator nearby. You watched as a group of people filtered out, dispersing in different directions without as much as a second glance at the two of you. Danny whisked you inside, quickly pressing the button for the top floor as you waited to see if anyone else would be joining you for the ride.

Eventually, the doors slid shut, locking the two of you in there by yourselves. You turned to him, your eyes heavy as your gaze scanned him as a whole, scarily similar to a predator and its prey. He was wearing a simple white button down and fitted black jeans. He had chosen a new cologne for dinner, one you’d never noticed him wear before. It was musky, strong hints of sage and cedar, and it was driving you wild.

“Thank you for dinner.” You whispered, your voice thick with emotion as he caught your eye.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything.” He assured you, sliding a hand to your hip as he pulled you closer. You couldn’t help but notice the gravitational pull towards him, like the universe was pushing you straight into his arms and giving you no other choice. You settled comfortably in the nook of his arm, your chest pressed against him as his hand grew dangerously close to your ass.

You could see it in his eyes, too. The alcohol had taken a quick effect after a day spent in the sun, leaving him a bit more courageous than he usually was. His head was turned down, watching your face as you stared up at him. It was in that moment, the slightly inebriated and overtired man realized the truth of the situation; he was absolutely smitten, head over heels for you and for far more than what you had to offer behind closed doors. Weeks of constant company and endless memories had left him feeling exhausted in the best possible way, and worse than that, teetering on the edge of the emotion you had both been trying to ignore.

You couldn’t chastise him, because the liquor had you pondering all of the same ideas.

“You sure about that?” You asked, raising your hand to his chest and gently running your fingers over the soft material of his shirt. The light touch, even through the fabric, sent a shiver down his spine. “There’s nothing I can do to thank you?” Your hand trailed down his chest, tickling over his abdomen and finally stopping just above the buckle of his belt. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, swallowing hard as he watched desire begin to cloud your eyes.

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off, the hum of his voice rattling his chest and in turn, your own. Feeling confident, you dropped your hand a little lower, your fingertip grazing over the metal teeth of the zipper on his jeans. You could see the muscles in his jaw tense, and you could feel his hardening length already. Your actions were not helping his situation, but they were definitely helping your situation.

You gave him a little smirk, pushing your luck a little further, but all it seemed to do was push him over the edge. His free hand came up to cup your cheek, giving you little time to react before he was leaning forward and capturing you in a kiss. Your stomach twisted with need, the ache between your legs growing tenfold as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. He tasted sweet, fruity just like the drink you finished off moments before, and it was driving you mad.

Although the entire day was filled with fun, wholesome memories you would cherish for the rest of your life, you’d been waiting for this.

With little shame, he guided your hips into his own, giving him little to no relief and only crazing him more. You raised your hands to his neck, your fingers tangling in the hair that laid over his shoulders as you held him closer to you.

If you had it your way, you’d let him have his way with you right then and there.

Just as you let a moan slip into his mouth, the elevator came to a halt and a sharp ding sent the two of you away from each other. You turned your head, looking at the floor number as you realized it was not your stop. When the doors swung open, Danny grabbed you by the hips and positioned you in front of him, just in enough time to remain concealed as another hotel guest stepped inside.

Your heart raced, beating against your ribcage with a fervor as you leaned back into him. Your ass met perfectly with his hips, and his cock strained against his jeans only made you resent the poor man who was just looking to catch the elevator.

Thankfully, his stop was before yours, and he saw himself out almost as soon as he stepped inside. When the two of you were alone again, it didn’t take long for Daniel’s hands to go wandering. He reached around you a little further, his fingertips resting on your stomach as he slowly slid his hand upwards until it landed just below your chest.

“You think we could get away with fucking in the elevator?” Clearly, he was on the same train of thought as you were, spiraling further as you pushed your hips backwards on him.

“Probably not, considering we almost got caught already.” You giggled, feeling his hand cup around your braless breast, only the thin material of your dress separating you from him.

“Worth a shot though, right?” You could hear the smile in his tone, wondering how he made it so easy to feel so carefree. You felt like a horny teenager, excited at the prospect of living for the first time and unbothered by any consequences. He brushed your hair to one shoulder, leaning down and pressing his lips to your neck. At the same time, his thumb traced over your hardened nipple, both sensations working together to turn you into a mess.

“You can wait the three extra minutes it takes to get to our room.” You said, your words breathy as his tongue traced over a sensitive area of skin. Your eyes fluttered closed and your stomach twisted in a knot, making you wonder if you could wait the three extra minutes.

“Normally, yes.” He agreed, humming the words against your burning skin, slick with his saliva. You tried not to think too hard about it in fear of losing all self control. “But not when you look this fucking good. Not when you act like this.” He said, noticing the movement of your hips just like you hoped he would. You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, making the display all the more intimate as he held you close to him.

“Can’t take a little heat, Daniel?” You tried to chastise him for it, but the whine that followed your statement made you look like a fool.

“If I remember correctly, you started this, not me.” He reminded you, pulling the top of your dress down to expose your chest. The chill of the AC was a shock, but he didn’t take long warming you back up with his hand. The feeling of his skin on yours was even more euphoric, only worsening as he began rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Seems like you want to get yourself in trouble.”

“Daniel, we can wait. Seriously.” You tried again, but it was no use, you were too far gone and he wasn’t open to discussing the matter any further.

“Where’s the fun in that, Utah?” He teased, his fist already beginning to bunch up the fabric of your knee length dress. “Wonder if that stop button will sound an alarm…” he trailed off, his eyes settled on the bright red button, devious thoughts filling his mind.

“Yes, probably.” You rolled your eyes, unable to believe he was truly considering the possibility.

“Only one way to find out.” He shrugged, dropping his hand from you and sliding out from behind you. You grabbed his forearm, stopping him before he could move any further away, a look of warning in your eyes as he grinned at you.

“Where’s your sense of adventure, baby?” There was a condescending tone in his voice, but you knew he didn’t truly mean it. Still, it irked you beyond belief as you dropped your hold on his arm.

If he wanted to take the chance, he could take the responsibility if you got in trouble.

Even if his cocky attitude was getting on your nerves, you couldn’t deny the wetness pooling between your legs from his actions. Besides, you were in a town where you knew nobody and would likely never return to. The thrill the idea gave you was enough to pique your interest, and as his finger settled over the stop button, you no longer felt any need to argue with him.

The wine definitely wasn’t helping your poor judgment, but you figured however it went, you could deal with the consequences later.

Right now, the only thing you cared about was getting his hands on you again, and the walk to your room seemed far too long to endure while needing it so intensely.

The two of you held your breath as he applied pressure to the button, your eyes locked with his as you prepared for the shrill sound of an alarm. You felt the elevator come to a stop, making you lose your balance ever so slightly. Gripping on to the rail tighter, your stomach twisted with anxiety. After a few seconds passed and silence remained, you both let out an audible breath of relief.

Without any further thought, you sprung forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands found your hips, pulling you closer as you pressed your lips to his. This time, you had no fear of interruption and your hands grabbed the collar of his shirt, so far gone you were tempted to tear it straight from his body.

“Better be quick if you don’t want to get caught.” You breathed, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips attached to your neck. He sucked a mark into the skin below your ear, his large hands sliding backwards as his palms cupped your ass. You felt a whine slip through your lips, nearly embarrassed about how desperate you were for him and how easy it was for him to get you there.

“That’s up to you, baby.” He corrected, his fingers gathering the soft cotton of your dress as he pulled it upwards. The chill of the air on your legs only furthered the ache between your legs, reminding you of how risky the situation was. Although you had always been rebellious and impulsive, this side of you did not exist until you met him. “If you’re good, we’ll be back in our room in no time.”

He pulled your dress up over your hips, his fingers dusting over the smooth skin of your thighs. He trailed them upwards, ready to taunt you with a snap of the elastic band of your underwear, but seemed to freeze in place for a moment. On your hip, where it usually sat, was bare and telling of the mischief you were hoping to cause.

“Fuck, babe.” He hummed, looking down at your face through his dark lashes.

“You like it?” You flashed a sickly sweet smile, using one hand to hold up the skirt for him. His hand moved between your legs, his middle finger wasting no time running through your folds and gathering your arousal. He trailed it up to your clit, tracing slow circles into the already sensitive bundle of nerves. Your legs quivered as you felt a pull of pleasure deep in your stomach. “Did it just for you.” You forced through your teeth, already lost in the sensation and trying your best to keep your composure.

“You shouldn’t have.” He smirked, noticing your eyebrows furrowed together as he applied more pressure. “You’re too good to me.”

“I can be nice sometimes.” You sucked in a sharp breath, all of the tension that had been building all day finally having an outlet.

Watching him, shirtless on the beach was almost too much to handle, but you persevered until dinner, where he only seemed to want to torture you more. He dressed up, an expensive looking watch on his wrist and a shiny gold chain around his neck. The ring on his middle finger drew attention to his already captivating hands, making it hard to ignore the picture in your mind of his fingers closing around your neck.

The wine had clouded your mind, leaving you lightheaded and making your normal anxieties flee you completely. The entire evening spent in the restaurant left your fingers intertwined with his, or on his knee below the table, gently tickling his jean-clad thighs. Even your legs were intertwined, and you seemed to gravitate closer to him the more that time passed.

Silently, you’d been begging him to take you back to your room all night, and now you couldn’t handle another minute without him.

“Since you were so nice, I suppose it would only be right if I was, too.” He bargained, his nose brushing over your shoulder as his tongue grazed your collarbone. Your skin was littered with goosebumps, your head swirling with thoughts pertaining only to him.

“God, you make it sound like a chore.” You snipped, feeling his teeth gently close over the flesh of your shoulder.

“Not a chore, no.” He muttered a disagreement, his middle finger still keeping a steady pace on your clit. “I enjoy it quite a lot, actually.” At that, a nervous flutter erupted in your belly, making your cheeks burn red and your heart beat a little faster. It was difficult to comprehend anyone being kind to you, but kindness from him was even better than anyone else’s. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he wanted to be with you, to be around you—he wanted you, and you had no idea why.

Even if you didn’t understand it, you certainly weren’t protesting it.

“Here, baby.” He nudged you back towards the wall, closing in on you until your back pressed against the cool surface. Without any further hesitation, he dropped to his knees before you, wasting little time as he guided your leg over his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck!” You gasped, feeling the warmth of his mouth connect with your aching core. Your posture slipped slightly, your entire body melting into the feeling as his tongue swirled around your clit. You felt him smile against you, floored by the immediate reaction and eager to keep up the momentum.

Your hips bucked forward against his tongue, the friction gentle enough so not to overwhelm you right away, but just enough to give you the relief you were searching for. A high pitched moan filled the tiny space, echoing off the metal panel walls and contained behind the heavy doors. For a moment, you forgot where you were and what you were doing, focused solely on feeling one with him.

There was something so profound about the two of you that it made your head ache and your bones heavy. You wondered why it took so long to find him, and more importantly, why it couldn’t last forever.

The knowledge that he would be leaving haunted you, infiltrating every dream and waking thought, consuming you every second of the day. After twenty three long years of misery, you were finally comfortable, and more than that, happy. It felt like two decades spent wandering aimlessly finally landed you in the right spots, that the mistakes you made didn’t matter and the scars you collected could fade rather than stay red and angry forever.

However, you knew that the peacefulness that came with his company was bound to end no matter if he packed up and left or stayed in New York forever, for he did not know the truth about the woman he was falling for. In fact, he hardly knew anything at all.

You wanted to let him in, to show him the jagged edges and daunting faces of all the monsters in your closet, but you were afraid. Being bright and shiny was difficult, and pretending things were perfect was hard, but showing him your innermost struggles was even worse. You had given him pieces of you that you never intended to hand out, and even if he handled them with care and caution, you worried he might not do the same if he knew everything.

You were privy to the fact that your past was hard to digest, mostly because you still struggled to swallow it down. You longed to bare your soul to him, to give him all of you, mostly because you had never done it with anyone else. It was hard to carry it around on your lonesome, and sorrowful to constantly feel so isolated. You wanted to share it with him not because you needed help with the weight of it, but because he was the only person you could trust with it.

Still, you feared it would send him running, and cutting your time shorter than it already was seemed agonizing.

But you could let him in a little, right? Show him some things, but not enough to reveal yourself too much?

The thought was tempting, and the more days that passed, the more comfortable you felt about doing so. You just wished that he would continue to be around, to be in your life even when he was far away and living a completely different lifestyle. The thought of telling him such things and then returning to strangers made you sick, which ultimately forced your hand in the matter, locking up all of the things you came a little too close to sharing.

After all, you were friends. No more, no less.

Very close friends—closer than anyone who ever came before him.

Friends who fucked. A lot.

And friends who slept on hotel beds with rose petals and shared bottles of champagne. Friends who drank a little too much wine at dinner and let the sparkle in their eyes shine, showing more emotion than they should for the label they put upon themselves.

God, what a mess.

A beautiful, intricate, life changing mess.

Your hands tangled in his curls, the softness of his hair on your skin comforting as pleasure twisted your stomach. You wanted it so bad your limbs were aching, locked and trembling as he continued to use his tongue to push you closer to the edge. You were shamelessly riding his face, your hips moving with no intent to slow. The pleasure took precedence over shame, and the feeling he was giving you was too strong to resist.

You needed an orgasm, so badly that you managed to push all other thoughts out of your mind, which was something you had never been good at. Perhaps the idea of people waiting for the elevator, wondering what was taking so long and almost willing to report the issue at the front desk, was forcing you to remain focused.

Either that, or how good he was making you feel quickly outshined any other worldly trouble you could think of.

“Come on baby,” Danny pleaded, pulling away just enough to talk you through it. He let his thumb take the place of his tongue, not daring to slow down the momentum as he looked up at you through locks of his hair. Your expression was telling of all that you were feeling; your eyebrows knitted together and your lips parted as whiny moans filled the air. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were clouded with lust. “Being so good for me. Don't make me wait any longer.” He caught your eye, the glisten of your arousal on his chin making the knot in your belly tighten even further.

You were a mess for him, and he was keen on keeping it that way.

He returned his mouth to you, the warm wetness of his tongue a million times more enjoyable than the rough pad of his thumb (though, you’d never been picky, especially when it came to him). He let out a hum, pleased just from the taste of you on his lips. You watched his face, delirious from the sight of his beauty as you wondered how you got so lucky.

You didn’t have to wonder for long, because the knot in your belly snapped under the tension, leaving your legs weak and your mind blank as you descended into your climax. Your fingers tightened around the locks of his hair, your body slack as you tried to push your weight against the wall to keep you upright. He had a hand on your hip, his fingers bruising the skin as he used his strength to help you, never wanting you to fear falling so long as he was by your side.

His name slipped past your lips, sung like a hymn and washing down over him like summer rain. Never in all of his years on earth had it ever sounded so beautiful. He wished you could scream it from rooftops, speak it until your lips turned blue and your lungs deflated from a lack of air. He never wanted you to stop saying his name, no matter if it was selfish of him to think so.

He worked you through the high, attentive until the very last second. Your legs relaxed, still wobbly as the height of the pleasure passed you by. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you sucked in a long breath, regaining some of your senses as he parted from you. Your mind was still hazy as he moved your leg from his shoulder, standing slowly as he kept a firm hand on your hip.

With little help from you, he spun you around and pulled your hips backwards ever so slightly. Tired and still fighting the effects from the wine and the lingering orgasm, you pressed your cheek against the cool metal panelling and let the temperature sooth your burning skin. You heard the metallic clang of his belt buckle as he freed himself from his pants, a whole new rush of emotion flooding you just at the thought of what was to come next.

You wiggled your hips back towards him a little further, silently showing him you were eager for him to continue. His hand ghosted over your ass, a long inhale sounding from him as he admired the scene before him. You swallowed your insecurities, knowing that he viewed you much differently than you saw yourself, but still self-conscious as you felt his eyes rake over you.

“Fuck me, please.” You whispered, a slight quiver in your voice as you tried to draw his attention elsewhere. “Please, baby.” You continued, hoping he could feel how badly you needed him from your words alone.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He crooned, his voice low and gravelly as he lined himself up with your entrance. The action sent your body into overdrive, feeling yourself clench around nothing as you anticipated the feeling of him being inside you.

He pushed his hips forward, letting out a hiss of pleasure at the feeling of you wrapped around him. The stretch was slightly painful, but you couldn’t help but focus on how perfect it felt, like the two of you were made for each other.

“God, you feel so fucking good, Y/N.��� Danny’s posture faltered slightly, his top half leaning forward into you as he gave in to the pleasure for a moment.

“S’all for you, Danny.” You promised. Although there was a lack of labels on the two of you, there was no doubt that you were one-hundred percent his, and he was yours. The fact alone was freeing, liberating you from your torturous mind and for once, giving you a breath of hope that the next fifty years did not have to be the same as the previous twenty.

The thought twisted your stomach, forcing a plethora of other things to swarm your mind. For the first time in your life, you could see seventy, and not in some miserable, shrouded state of you hunched over in a rocking chair, still angry about the choices you made as a teen. You pictured seventy with aching lungs from laughing and crows feet by your eyes from smiling so much, grandkids around and begging you to tell stories of how you met their grandfather.

The grandfather in question was not some random old man who you would encounter years from now, but the very same man who stood behind you now, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Seventy did not seem uncertain and unappealing—for the briefest of moments, you felt a shred of joy at the thought. Excitement, even.

Troubles would come to pass, but never destroy you as they had in the past, because you believed with Daniel by your side, you could conquer every bad thing and kick any lingering habits.

But he was leaving, and you were friends.

He would not be by your side when you had gray hair and wrinkles. He would not shout loudly over a blaring television to catch your attention because the years had greatly depleted your hearing. He would not share wisdom and stories with your grandchildren, because he would not even be here when the year came to an end. A few months from now, he would be packed and ready to head to Nashville, ready to make an even bigger name for himself without you to hold him back or tie him down.

In three months, you would not even be a passing thought in his mind. You would be nothing, equated to a summer fling that served just enough purpose to keep him company and ensure he was not bored.

If you were just friends, a fling with no strings attached, why the hell did it hurt so bad?

“Where’d you go, bug?” Danny’s hips slowed, concern thick in his voice as he reached up and brushed the hair from your face. With worried eyes, you looked back at him over your shoulder, your stomach twisted with sadness as the warm brown of his irises seemed to stare straight into your soul.

“I’m okay,” you breathed, blinking hard as you tried to bring yourself back to earth. The ache in your chest was still very much alive, but seeing his face made it ease indefinitely. “Just feels so good.” You weren’t lying, because it did feel good. You were just withholding the truth about your mental absence, which to you was much different.

“You sure?” He asked, not fully believing you and always hyper-aware of your comfortability.

“Promise, baby.” You gave him a soft smile, leaning a little further back and pressing a kiss to his lips. At the feeling, his hips pushed forward automatically, showing you how little it took to drive him crazy.

Maybe he felt it, too.

You pushed the thought from your head, knowing it would serve no purpose to feed into a delusion. Instead, you let yourself live in the moment, just the same as you had been since the day you met him. When he began a steady pace with his hips again, it was much easier to let go and move on from the sick feeling in your stomach.

“Ah, fuck.” You whined, letting your forehead rest against your forearm. “Better hurry up, honey. Wouldn’t want to get caught.”

“Let someone catch us.” He hummed, gathering your curled hair in his hand and wrapping it around his closed fist. He pulled your head backwards, his lips settling just over your ear as he added more force to his thrusts. “One look at you and they’d know why I couldn’t wait any longer.” At the sound of his words, your eyes squeezed shut and your walls fluttered around him, pulling him in even further. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck and you rocked your hips backwards into him, desperate for more than he could give.

There was something about him, so intoxicating and alluring that it made all of the fear go away. Your normal apprehension, your new found need to think twice, all seemed to disappear as soon as you were near him. It was almost as if nothing else mattered so long as he was beside you, because the only thing that made any sense was being in his company. With him by your side, you felt like you could do anything.

“God, you’re so tight.” He hissed through his teeth, also seemingly lost in the euphoria of being inside of you. He didn’t care if he got in trouble, because every second spent with you was worth any kind of risk. “Feel so fucking good like this. Does it feel good, baby? Want to hear how good it feels.”

“Feels good.” You reiterated his point, a strangled cry leaving your lips as you felt him brush against the sensitive spot he knew so well. “Could stay like this with you forever.” You confessed, your moans growing louder and more intense as he continued at the same pace.

“Think I like the sound of that.” He chuckled, reaching one hand around your hips and settling his middle finger over your clit. “My beautiful girl, just like this, forever.” He crooned, reiterating your point as he began to trace slow circles into the sensitive area. Your legs trembled under the weight of your body, both sensations sending your body into overdrive and making it difficult to stay upright.

“Danny,” you warned, your voice weak as euphoria began to creep in on you. The tingle began in the very tips of your toes and fingers, quickly snaking up your limbs and wrapping around your torso. You felt light, the pleasure pulsing under your skin and behind your eyes. You tried your best to resist it, but you knew it was no use.

“Cum for me, baby.” He encouraged you, just as far gone and ready for a release.

It didn’t take much convincing—with one last thrust of his hips, you were pushed over the edge and were sent spiraling once again. His name fell from your lips amidst a slur of curses and raspy cries. He raised one hand to your mouth, clamping it over your lips to silence the sounds begging to escape. As much as he would have liked to listen and commit all of them to memory, he knew it was best not to draw any more attention to your current situation.

Before you came down from the high, he was reaching his climax too. You rode out the last of the pleasure as he spilled his release inside of you. He leaned forward, his chest flush against your back as he let out a long breath, the tail end of it resembling more of a whine. You felt yourself clench around him, the sound producing a whole new immortal desire within you. Before you let it get any further, you shook the thought from your head and returned back to reality.

Danny’s arms snaked around you, squeezing around your torso as he held you close. He wasn’t ready to part ways, to end the moment that left him so blissful and calm. You relaxed into his touch, figuring another minute wouldn’t hurt anything. Eventually, he placed a kiss to your shoulder blade, his nose brushing against your skin and sending butterflies erupting in your stomach and chest. Carefully he withdrew himself, taking a step back as he let your dress fall back to your knees. You straightened up, your cheeks turning crimson as you squeezed your thighs together. The lack of underwear seemed like a cheeky choice at the time, but now it was biting you in the ass. With a knowing smirk on his lips, he buckled his belt and adjusted himself in his pants, then reached forward and pressed the emergency stop button. Within seconds, the elevator began to ascend to the top floor as if nothing happened at all.

“Better hurry back to the room, Utah. Wouldn’t want to make a mess.”

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June 14th, 2022 - 11:43 PM

Tired and no longer tipsy (but a bit stoned from the joint Danny provided), you were curled up under the comforter on the king bed. The television was playing reruns of a sitcom in the background, but neither of you were paying attention to the corny jokes and cheesy laugh tracks. Instead, your legs were tangled delicately with Danny’s as you laid on your side, your head resting comfortably on the fluffy pillow below you. He was close to you, also on his side and facing you with one hand draped over your waist. His eyes were heavy and red, a permanent upturn of his lips sending butterflies erupting in your stomach every time you thought of it for too long.

He was tracing shapes into your skin, his touch featherlight and tickling you further every time he moved. Your hand was hovering over his arm, your fingers doing the same as his. The moment was filled with intimacy, just like the rest of the evening so far. Since returning from dinner, you’d only left the bed twice; once to share a joint on the patio attached to the room, and Daniel left to get concessions at the front lobby to stave off the midnight munchies. Other than that, you had stayed wrapped up in him and cherished every second you had alone with him.

Conversation was limited, the day filled with activities leaving you both exhausted. The weed was no help, and every time the television went quiet, you felt the lull of sleep draw your eyes closed for a moment. You forced them back open, deciding that time spent with him was much more important than sleep, especially knowing that it was limited.

You were so full of emotion it felt like your chest would explode, and you were having a hard time swallowing it back. You were certain he could see the sparkle of admiration in your eye, telling him more than you were willing to give. You wished to let him in, the thoughts that came to you in the elevator still plaguing your mind and only ever growing louder the longer you ignored them. You were still afraid, in a constant back and forth battle with your own mind, and it was relentless.

The haze from the high left your guard down, and the sleepiness was only worsening the situation. Would it be so bad? You didn’t have to tell him everything. Opening up wasn’t the worst, especially knowing he would keep it just as safe as you would. Besides, he had proven he was a good listener, and you thought he was the only person in the world you could share a piece of your soul with and not come to regret it.

Oh, to hell with it. You were tired of always holding back, tired of living halfway instead of fully. You wanted him to know you, so what was the big deal? Even if he was leaving, even if he would become a stranger again in the future, you knew deep down that you wouldn’t regret it. He was the only person in the world you ever wanted to see you as you were, rather than the mask you put on for everyone else.

“You know, I’ve never really had anything like this before.” You whispered, your voice raspy from the smoke and sleepiness.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his tone gentle and intrigued. He gave a soft smile, happy that you were willing to offer any kind of personal details. He knew you were reserved when it came to sharing your story, so he waited patiently in hopes you would eventually feel comfortable enough to do so, and now it finally seemed to be paying off.

“I don’t know… like this. Us.” You explained, finding it difficult to phrase. You didn’t know exactly what you were, aside from being messy. “I didn’t have many friends growing up… and the ones I did weren’t really friends, I guess. Never had someone care like this before.” You swore you saw his eyes twinkle at the recognition, but you tried not to focus on it. When you did, it only made your stomach do somersaults, and you were still trying to convince yourself there were no feelings involved in your relationship.

“Tell me more.” He urged, tracing hearts into the bare skin of your hip. Your heart raced at the touch and the idea that he wanted to know you genuinely, rather than just on the surface.

“What do you want to know?” You giggled, pulling the blanket a little tighter to your chest.

“Everything.” He breathed, his eyes trailing down to the fabric squeezing against you, noticing the spill of your breasts from the taut material wrapped around you. “Whatever you want to tell me.”

“Well,” you started, brushing your hair from your shoulder. You felt the strands tickle your back as they fell behind you, but you paid no mind to it. “I didn’t have the best upbringing, I s’pose. My dad was never around, n’ my mom was… my mom, I guess.” You let out a stale laugh, the sound seeming far away as the weed continued to work at your mind. “That’s a story for a different day. My brothers and I stuck together, thick as thieves because we only ever had each other to rely on. God knows nobody else would do it, ‘cept my grandparents, but they were old and tired. Think they always wanted to get us out of that house, but they knew they couldn’t afford it. Besides, they knew they would never win a fight against my mom. Nobody could. Just the way she is.” The conniving, evil, narcissistic bitch that she was. You kept that thought to yourself, not wanting to make it too heavy on him.

“We grew up in a small town, so everybody talked. Everyone knew everyone's business, even if they shouldn’t have. Think because of that, lots of people had this preconceived notion about us three based off what our parents were like, which isn’t really fair, but I can understand it now. They told their kids to stay away from us, which made it hard to have any kind of social life. Once we got older, things changed a bit and some people came around, but I almost wish they didn’t.” You chuckled, pausing to see if he was still listening. It was hard telling him half a story, especially when you wanted him to know everything, but you knew it was for the best. Maybe someday, but definitely not yet.

“I didn’t have any true friends. We were more like partners in crime, always getting ourselves into trouble and then laughing about it later on. My brothers tried really hard to warn me, but it never really stuck.” You explained, periodically checking to see his reactions to your story. His face showed nothing other than a desire to listen and learn. You thought about your old friendships and relationships, finding parallels to your life now and wondering if the cycle was caused by you, or the universe trying to punish you. “Boyfriends too, I guess. Not like I ever had any real relationships either, but the ones I did were a waste of my time. I got in with the wrong crowd, and it fucked me up more than I ever thought it could.”

“I don’t think you’re fucked up.” Was all he said, catching your eye so you knew he was telling the truth. You gave a sad smile—he didn’t think you were fucked up because he didn’t know. Once the truth came out, you were sure that outlook would change.

“So I’ve never had this.” You changed the topic, avoiding his sweet sentiments like the plague. “Someone who cares, who listens, who wants to be around. Never had someone look out for me like you do… whatever we are and whatever that means.” You have a wry smile, saddened from the thought of not being anything more.

“We’re lots of things, Utah. For what it’s worth, all of those things mean a hell of a lot to me.” He whispered, wording his response carefully so he would not scare you.

“Earlier, in the elevator… It got me thinking about a lot of things. ‘Bout us, more specifically.” You let your eyes close, taking in a long breath to sooth your tight chest. Anxiety was riddling your entire body, and not even the high could satiate the feeling. Being open and emotional was hard for you, but for him, you wanted to try.

For the first time in your life, all you wanted to do was try.

“Like?” He pried a little further, wanting to know what you were thinking about, wondering if it was the same things he was thinking about.

“I want you to know me, Danny. Like, really know me, not the surface level shit I give to everyone else.” You confessed, knowing the only reason it was so easy was the effect of the drug coursing through you.

“So let me.” He smiled, relieved you felt so comfortable with him. Your face fell slightly, your chest burning with sadness as you swallowed the lump stuck in your throat.

“It’s just… it’s not so easy. When we first met, you asked me if everything was a long story, and I laughed it off at the time, but it’s true. Everything is a long story, and it’s a hard story to tell. My life has been anything but boring, and for all the wrong reasons. I want to tell you, I just can’t do it yet, and I don’t know when I’ll be ready.”

“Okay.” He hummed, his thumb reaching soothing circles into your skin. “Tell me whatever you want, whenever you’re ready. I won’t pressure you, and there’s no rush. I like being this person for you, Utah. The one you can trust, the one who looks out for you… I want to keep being that person, as long as you want me to be.”

“I’m scared.” You whispered, catching his eye. The warmth in his stare made the world seem okay, but you feared you could not trust it. You didn’t know how to trust anything, and that was your biggest flaw. “I don’t want it to make you look at me differently. I don’t want to scare you.”

“Then we’ll work on it together. Start slow and then we’ll go from there. I’m not going anywhere.”

Oh, how you wished it was true.

“Start slow?” You asked, pushing the end of the summer far away from your mind. You had to enjoy him while you could, and you felt deep down that part of enjoying him included being vulnerable with him.

“As slow as you want, baby.” He promised, giving a gentle nod.

“Okay.” You spoke so quietly it was almost hard for you to hear yourself, but he waited patiently for you to keep going. You wondered where to start, what you could say to let him in just enough to reap the benefits but avoid the consequences. Figuring it was the easiest, you started with you and him, and why you were so reserved about loving him.

“You know, I say that we’re friends a lot… I know that whatever this is, whatever we are, is more than friends, even if we don’t have a label on it. I don’t want you to think that it’s because I don’t want to be more, because I do, I just don’t know how to be.” You explained, choosing your words carefully. “I have this undying desire to love people, and to take care of them. I don’t know if it’s because I genuinely want to, or if it’s an easy way to avoid doing it for myself. I do all of the motions, do everything a girlfriend should but I run away when I think about a label so serious. Vincent kind of threw it in my face the other day, and I know it was because he was hurting about something else, but it really made me think about it.”

“How so?”

“I commit myself completely, and then I throw the friend label on it as if it lessens my commitment somehow. To me, friends sounds better, because I don’t know what a real relationship is or how it works. Maybe I’m trying to protect myself, convincing myself that it will hurt less when it ends —and that comes back to me always expecting everyone to leave when things get tough.” You shrugged, finding yourself tracing the stick and poke sun on the back of your hand. It was a nervous tick that you’d coined not long after rehab, and you did it subconsciously more often than not. You wondered if he was judging you, if he was too nice to say that you were crazy, but when you allowed yourself to study the look in his eye, it was nothing but sincere.

“Growing up, my parents didn’t teach us a whole lot, and what they did wasn’t good. A lot of fighting, a lot of blame, and even some violence.” You chuckled, even if the situation was not funny at all. “They taught us bad decisions, how to avoid accountability, and lots of other stuff, but never love. My parents were together on and off until I was ten, and when they were on, they should not have been. Never loyal to each other, and they were fucking miserable on their lonesome and even more so when they were together. Eventually, when my dad left for good, my mom got together with a guy who was worse than my dad, which I didn’t even think was possible. We didn’t have a fuckin’ shot.”

You braced yourself for sympathy, already regretting telling him because you knew what you would receive, but it never came. Instead, he remained stoic, the corners of his lips dipping down into the tiniest frown as he studied you in silence. Then, quiet and gentle, he spoke.

“It’s crazy how life works, sometimes.” He started, hoping he wasn’t deterring your desire to share by giving input. “How someone so fantastic has to endure something so terrible, how someone so precious came from something so hard.” You sniffed away a tear that sprung to your eye, your chest burning from his sweet words. You wondered if he knew everything, would he still view you in such light? Or would your darkness become too much and taint the radiance that was him? “You know, learning all this stuff doesn’t change how I feel about you, Utah. What happened before doesn’t change who you are now, and that’s the person I love spending time with. As much as I hate knowing you’ve been hurt before, it would never change how I think of you.”

“There’s so much shit, Danny. So much you don’t know… so much I’m not sure I want you to know.” You argued, a tear slipping down your cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your chest ached, your stomach sick as you pictured the look on his face when he finally learned all of the pieces to your twisted little jigsaw puzzle of a life.

“So what, Utah?” He gave a soft smile, reaching up and swiping away your tears with his thumb. For a moment, the pain in your heart was replaced with warmth, making you wonder how he always made it so easy to fall further for him. “Everything that happened made you into the person laying beside me right now. To you, it seems ugly, but to me… it’s just a story. We all have one.”

“You always know what to say, huh?” Feeling more tears flood your cheeks, you wished you could disappear and turn to dust, for the mattress to open up and swallow you whole. You didn’t want him to see you like this, but you knew if you were going to open yourself up to him, he’d be seeing a lot worse than some tears and a broken heart. It scared you, but at the same time, it made you feel lighter than ever before.

Nobody had ever been so calm, so accepting of your feelings and your faults, but there he sat, ready and willing to listen and take whatever you had to offer him. He was the best thing this world had ever known, and you were sure of it. As much as you were grateful, you also wondered what you did to deserve him, almost fearing that there was something he was hiding that would offset the beauty of his existence.

‘No, Y/N.’ You stopped your train of thought before it could progress any further. ‘Apple Juice—not the big complicated mess.’

If you continued searching for a flaw, you would end up creating them all on your own, ruining something good for no real reason at all. It was your best trait, but you couldn’t stomach the idea of inflicting that fate upon him. He deserved more, and because of that, you were determined to be more, to be the person he deserved to have.

“It’s not a bit or an act, Y/N. It’s the truth. I haven’t and I would never lie to you.” He said, still wiping away tears as they fell. You weren’t sure why you were plagued with so much guilt at his confession; you hadn’t lied to him, but you had withheld the truth. Was that the same thing to him? To you, it wasn’t, but maybe it was just a poor justification for your shitty actions, for your need to keep him in the dark.

But he knew there was stuff you were holding back; you had been more than open about that, and he was choosing to stay. He would make his own judgment about the situation when the time came, but he refused to start this relationship with you with preconceived notions and ideas about a person he hardly knew.

He was so much better than you, and every day that passed only further proved that.

“If being friends is easier for you, that’s okay, Utah. I don’t need a label to be secure about how I feel about us.” He promised, his thumb drifting over your still damp cheek as a soothing gesture. “If calling ourselves friends and still doing whatever we’re doing makes it so I can be with you, I’ll take it, and I’ll be happy about it.”

“I’m sorry I can’t be more, Danny. I truly am—you deserve the world, and since the day I met you, that’s all I wanted to give you.”

“You give me so much more than you know.” He whispered, the softness of his tone paired with the loving actions making it impossible to keep your eyes off of him. “Whenever you want to tell me more, I’ll be here, ready to listen. Hopefully, when you’re ready, I can show you something different, that I’m different. That I want to be here and help you, and that I’m not going anywhere. We’ll take it at your pace, baby. I’m happy as long as I’m with you, no matter what we’re doing or what we are.”

It was hard to focus on his sweet sentiments, especially when he continued to promise that he wasn’t going anywhere, even whilst knowing the end of the summer would mean the end of the two of you.

If he had never and would never lie, why was he promising himself forever when you both knew your relationship had an expiration date?

June 28, 2022

Your phone ringing loudly on your bed beside your head woke you with a start. With blurry eyes and an aching head, you turned the screen to see who was daring to disturb you. You blinked a few times to allow your vision to focus, and your previous annoyance disappeared in an instant. You hit accept and pressed the speakerphone option, immediately hearing the whir of traffic on the street in the background.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure, Michigan?” Sleepiness was laced in your tone, a lazy smile on your lips as you heard him chuckle.

“Just wondering if you’re up for a few visitors? Should have texted before we came, but I got ahead of myself.” A touch of guilt filled his tone, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You’re always welcome here.” You assured him.

“Great. We’re downstairs.” He informed you. “Wanna let us in?”

“Yeah—give me five and I’ll be right down.” You breathed, throwing the tattered old blanket from your legs and sliding out of bed.

“No rush.” He assured you, a smile clear in his tone.

“A little rush—“ Sam’s smart remark was cut short, a groan sounding from him instead. You assumed Daniel’s fist collided with his arm, his protective nature growing tenfold when it came to you. “See you soon, Utah!” Sam recovered quickly, replacing his earlier sentiments with a cheery tone.

With that, Daniel ended the call, leaving you staring at the notifications on your Lock Screen but not fully registering them. You rushed to the bathroom, quickly brushing through your knotted hair with one hand as you brushed your teeth with the other. You applied some mascara and lipgloss after washing your face, and dabbed on a touch of blush on your cheeks. Once you were satisfied, you ran back to your room to change. You picked out an old cropped tank top and a pair of jean shorts that were a tad snug around your hips. Since getting sober, you noticed some weight begin to return to your body, which was as uplifting as it was motivating.

You weren’t sure why the two were at your apartment so early—the night prior, you and Daniel had spent most of the evening lounging on your couch as you watched Netflix (his, of course) on your laptop. When darkness took to the sky, he sadly informed you he had to head back to the Airbnb, without an invitation for you to come with him. You thought it was odd, especially considering you hadn’t spent a night apart in weeks, but you didn’t pry. Instead, you took the opportunity to work on your novel without any distractions or disturbances, which allowed for you to make a whole lot more progress than you thought you would.

You left your front door open, knowing the other tenants of your building wouldn’t dare go in (it wasn’t like there was much to steal anyway). Most were too old to leave their house, and the others were too strung out to know where they were. The remaining few stragglers were either at work or not home. You rushed down the stairs, seeing the two patiently waiting at the front door. With a smile on your face, you lifted up on the handle and pushed it open, allowing them to step inside. Before they had a chance to greet you, a leashed Rosie ran to greet you, her tail wagging happily as she sniffed at your hands.

“Hello, sweet girl.” You grinned, giving her some attention before you turned to the two boys. “And hello Daniel and Sam.” You added.

“What, no nicknames for us?” Sam feigned offense to your greeting, clearly teasing.

“Right, sorry.” You chuckled, as if you had forgotten completely. “Hello Dumb and Dumber.” You corrected yourself, stifling a laugh as Sam’s lips turned down into a frown.

“First one was better.” He deducted.

“What’s all that?” You asked, motioning to the bags in their hands.

“Let’s go upstairs and you’ll find out.” Danny said, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Can I help?” You asked, reaching for a bag. He retracted his arm, giving a slight shake of his head and soft smile.

“Don’t worry about it, Utah.” He hummed, nodding to the stairwell. With a shrug, you led them back upstairs.

Before you passed through your front door, you paused in your tracks, noticing a white plastic bag hung on the handle, black sharpie marks scrawled on the front of it. Your eyebrows furrowed as you slipped it off, wondering how you missed it on your way down but not spending too long dwelling. You let the boys in first, a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach as you watched Sam’s eyes take in the surroundings. He’d yet to step foot into your building, and you wondered if he would be as accepting as his best friend, or if he would pass judgment like so many others would have.

You closed the door behind you with force, shaking the knob to ensure it latched shut. You flipped the lock, noticing it was stuck and refusing to work with you. With a huff of annoyance, you shoved your shoulder against the hollow wooden paneling, using your body weight to hold it shut as you twisted the deadbolt. Finally, it clicked in place and you eased up on your shoulder, looking to the other two who weren’t even aware of your struggle.

“I love these windows, Utah.” Sam stared in awe at the large panel windows of your living room, casting rays of golden light through the entire apartment. Overlooking the mold growing on the waterlogged sills, he went straight to the style of the glass. “Very Victorian.” He commented, his eyes trailing to the art hanging on the walls peeling of their paint.

“Well, thank ya.” You smiled, noticing the seriousness in his tone. They didn’t see you as some poverty stricken struggler. They saw their friend, who lived in a worn down apartment complex that still had some breathtaking elements despite its flaws.

They were too good for you, and you felt horrible for placing blame on them for something they would never do. Since the day you met them, they had never made you feel lesser for your lifestyle, even if it was different than theirs.

Maybe you just needed to hear someone else’s appreciation to find some of your own.

“What’s that?” Danny asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat the surplus of bags down on your kitchen table. He was referring to the little bag held in your hand, which you seemingly forgot about amidst your anxious thoughts.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, looking down at it yourself. “Not sure. Let’s see.” You said, pulling it towards your face. At the rustle of the plastic, Rose’s ears perked up and she trotted over to join you, hopeful for a treat.

“Here, Rose.” Sam called out to her, reaching in his pocket and grabbing a bone shaped biscuit for her. He tossed it to her, and she caught it in her mouth with little hesitation.

You turned your attention back to the bag, noticing the word ‘dollface’ scrawled across the thin plastic. You knew it was from Vincent and Dylan, but you had no idea what it was or why they dropped it off. More than that, you wondered why they didn’t knock and come inside. You gave them your spare key way back when you started working at the Fox, knowing quickly that they were the only ones you trusted with it. They shared an apartment close by, which meant that if in peril, either one of them could make it to you within minutes if need be.

You untied the top, peering inside with furrowed eyebrows. You grabbed a pack of Marlboro Reds, wrapped in plastic with a shoelace tied around it as a makeshift bow. Alongside it were two joints rolled to perfection encased in a small ziplock bag to keep them safe. A few messily drawn hearts decorated the clear plastic, bringing a small smile to your face. There was a napkin and a small piece of what looked to be receipt paper inside, so you pulled them out too, just to see what it was all about.

On the napkin was a small, handwritten note that was signed by both of them.

sorry we couldn’t aford anythin better doll. happy birthday we love ya! here late last nite didn’t want 2 wake you. cya thursday

Dyl and Vin

The small piece of receipt paper was in fact not a receipt, but a voucher from one of the slot machines at the Pony. It was redeemable for 31.78, which was a whole hell of a lot in Dylan and Vincent’s opinion.

Wait—birthday?

Hastily, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, tapping on the screen to see what the date was. When the white letters stated it was in fact June 28th, you felt a wave of dread wash over you. Not only was it your birthday, it was also your least favorite day of the whole year. Already exhausted just from the thought of surplus of calls and texts from people who cared little about you, you began dreading the yearly Facebook post on your wall from your mother in which she raved on about how much she loved you and how proud she was of you, only to neglect to actually call you or care about you. To her, it was important to maintain outward appearances, even if she had always been your worst enemy and biggest bully.

On top of that, you were twenty-four. Not that you were aging and withering away, but you were sickened at the thought of another year passing you by and having nothing to show for it. No accomplishments, no celebrations, no progress. Another year that left you just as dejected as the last, making you wonder if the rest of your life was destined to be the same things over again in one, relentless, mind numbing cycle.

“It’s my birthday.” You let out a dry chuckle, slipping your phone back in your pocket as you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth. “I forgot.”

“Really? It’s your birthday? We had no idea.” Sam giggled, finding your forgetfulness amusing. “How’d you forget about your birthday when we didn’t, Utah?” From anyone else, you might have blown a fuse at the lighthearted jokes poking fun at your hidden traumas, but from Sam, it was oddly funny and aided you in pulling yourself from your misery.

“It’s not my most favorite day.” You gave a soft smile, placing the bag from Dylan and Vin on the table after tossing the items back in. “Never really celebrated it when I was a kid. If my mom let me go to my grandparents house we did, but she usually wasn’t that nice.” Sam gave you sad eyes, which made you avert your gaze to the floor. “Most of the time it came a couple days after, the next time we went to my grandparents house. Then they’d have a cake or whatever.” You explained further, trying to lighten the mood.

Even after you moved out of your mothers house birthdays were never anything grandois. The first year, you spent at your eldest brother's tiny apartment where you were so poor you couldn’t even afford the power bill. Eventually, your addiction got too out of hand and you left to spare him from the worst. You spent a year floating around on couches and shelters, and one at your ‘boyfriends’ house (he was a dealer and the house was a trap). The fourth still in Utah, you spent at the Pinnacle Recovery Centre, where they gave you a cupcake and decorated the common room.

Your first one in New York was spent at the Pony, which got you in more trouble than you ever expected. You originally went to cash in the voucher for the slots Vin and Dylan gave you that year, but got caught up in the cheap drinks and company at the blackjack table. Your ‘winnings’ consisted of a dime bag, which made for a wonderful gift. A night spent in the detox box and a surrendered key tag made you vow to never celebrate your birthday ever again.

“Well, this year, that’s going to change.” Sam assured you, taking a seat in one of the rickety chairs at the table.

“Guys, you don’t have to—“ you began to protest, but Danny held up his index finger to cut you short.

“We want to.” He said, a tone of finality in his voice. “Maybe after today, you’ll change your mind.”

“Guys, this is too much.” You whined, crossing your arms over your chest, plagued with guilt at the idea of them spending so much time and effort on a day no different than any other. “It’s just a birthday. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s your birthday, Utah.” Danny corrected. “It is a big deal to us—to me.” Your cheeks turned red, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

How did you ever get so lucky?

“Besides, you can’t say it’s too much, ‘cause you don’t even know what it is yet.” Sam pointed out, which was fair. At the same time, you’d come to know them quite well, and you knew for a fact it was too much. “Start us off, Daniel.”

“Right.” He nodded, carefully picking the first bag from the pile of them. “See, I wanted to stay here with you last night, but if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to surprise you with breakfast.” He smiled, flashing you the inside of the bag, which was filled with takeout containers. “And I needed Sam’s help with some stuff.”

“Yeah, he didn’t actually invite me. He used me for hard labor and felt too bad to drop me off at home.” Sam rolled his eyes, joking but not all at the same time.

“Whatever.” Danny rolled his eyes, brushing him off completely. “You remember that restaurant we stopped at on our way to Jersey? The one with the huge waffles?”

“Danny, you did not!” You exclaimed, overwhelmed with joy at the thought of how much he cared for you.

“I did.” He grinned. “One waffle for Utah, on her birthday.” He sat a container out in front of an open chair. “And some other food too, but I remembered how excited you were when you ordered it, so I couldn’t help myself.” He scattered the rest of the takeout containers around the table, grabbing paper plates and forks.

“You’re the best, Michigan.” You whispered, your eyes sparkling with glee as you bargained with your own happiness.

It was the first time in twenty four years you had ever felt so loved (or loved at all for that matter) on your birthday, and it was all thanks to him.

“It’s what you deserve, Utah.” He replied, just as hushed as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Then, he pulled a chair out for you, taking place next to you once you were settled.

Breakfast was fun, lighthearted and sweet. Danny had picked you up a king can of Redbull, remembering that it was your favorite, and they had gotten coffee to go from the restaurant they retrieved breakfast from. After about an hour passed, filled with laughs and smiles, you couldn’t force yourself to eat another bite if you tried. They asked you about your novel, to which you told them how good writing was going after it seemed like you were stuck at a dead end. After nearly two years, the end was just out of reach, but still attainable.

For once, life was good. Writing was great, your free time was never boring, and your addiction had never been so far from your mind. You didn’t want to accredit it to Danny completely, but he served as a fantastic distraction from life’s normal routine and trouble. After the confessional at the hotel, it left the two of you closer than ever, happier than ever. He finally felt like he was breaking through the walls of defense you had built so high, and you finally had someone you could trust.

The only downfall was that you were falling further and harder with every second that passed.

You wanted to tell him more, to keep explaining bits of your past you never cared to share with anyone, but you were taking it slow. You’d always been impulsive, jumping the gun and getting yourself in trouble, and although you didn’t think this was the same, you still wanted to err on the side of caution.

When the morning began to bleed into the afternoon, the boys took it upon themselves to get on with the next birthday festivity.

He searched through one of his bags, pulling out a few different things after urging you to keep your eyes closed. You heard the crinkle of packaging plastic, then felt him step closer to you. After a few moments of nothing but rustling plastic, you felt him place something on top of your head, then urged you to open your eyes.

When you did, the first thing you saw was an expensive looking cupcake, taken from a half dozen container sitting just off to the side. There was one candle stuck in the middle of it beside a little topper that read ‘happy birthday’. You looked across the table to Sam, who had a cheap cardboard party hat from the dollar store sitting lopsided on his head. You looked at Danny as you reached up to see if he’d placed one on yours, too. He had a goofy smile on his lips, the thin elastic holding his hat in place only making the sight all the more funny.

He leaned forward, igniting the wick of the candle with a cheap gas station lighter. Before you had a chance to speak, the two began singing a dramatic and drawn out rendition of Happy Birthday. You couldn’t begin to express your gratitude—your eyes were brimming with tears, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe as you felt Danny’s hand on your shoulder. For once, the tears were not because of sadness, or a feeling of being forgotten. Instead, you were overwhelmed by the surplus of love being thrown in your direction, unable to comprehend the kindness of their actions.

“Make a wish, Utah.” Danny whispered, his lips hovering over your ear as he spoke. The warmth of his breath on your skin sent a shiver down your spine, sending your mind swirling with thoughts of him and only him.

You did as you were told, leaning forward with a smile on your lips as you closed your eyes. You needed no time to think, knowing exactly what your wish was as soon as the breath left your lips to extinguish the tiny flame.

You wished for the boy behind you, and every good thing he had brought to your life since walking into it. More specifically, you wished he never had to leave.

You opened your eyes, forcing yourself out of the dreamlike state as you pictured a life with him always by your side. You were greeted with a kiss on the cheek from Danny, and a whoop and a holler from Sam.

“What’d’ya wish for?” Sam asked, his eyebrow raised as he watched you pull the candle from the top of your cupcake.

“Can’t tell ya, or it won’t come true.” You bargained with the pain that came from realizing it would never come true anyway, no matter if you kept it secret or not.

“Yeah, s’pose you’re right.” He hummed, leaning back in his chair with a defeated nod. You gave a soft smile, pulling away the parchment wrapper lining the bottom of the cupcake.

“Thank you guys… for everything. This is… it’s fantastic. It’s more than anything I’ve ever gotten.” You spoke gently in fear your voice would crack and the tears would finally make an appearance. Thankfully, you’d been able to swallow back all that dared to threaten you thus far, and you were intent to keep it that way.

“Days not over yet, Utah.” Danny reminded you, giving you a long lasting sinking feeling in your stomach. You could never repay him for what he’d already done, and he was planning for more?

“And it’s not that much. Cake was supposed to be homemade, but as it turns out, we are not very good at baking.” Sam informed you, taking a bite from his own cupcake. At that, you let out a small giggle, already picturing the two of them covered in flour and arguing over ruined cake batter.

“It’s so much, Sam.” You corrected, ensuring they knew how appreciated they were.

“Well, one more thing from me and I’m out.” Sam slapped his palms against the table, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Then you and your lover can have some alone time.”

“No more!” You exclaimed, panicked at the idea of receiving anything else. Guilt was already eating you alive, and you were sure if any more was added atop of what you were feeling, you would crack under the weight of it.

“Oh, quit!” Sam exclaimed, laughing at your stubbornness. “If you haven’t noticed, Utah, we love you.” He stood calmly, reaching for a gift bag as if he hadn’t said the most earth shattering words in the entire world.

They loved you.

After all the bad they’ve seen, the tears and the struggle, the impoverished lifestyle you led, they didn’t care. They thought you had enough good to outweigh all of the bad combined, and so much so that they had surpassed the threshold from simple friendship to something stronger.

And damn, you loved them too.

Even if you didn’t want to.

Even if it was easier not to.

You loved them, and so much so that you were almost unable to picture a life without them.

Out of all the things in the universe, that scared you the most. You were resilient, independent and strong, and you never once needed anything from anyone. You had let yourself grow a soft spot, or a weakness more likely, without even realizing it. Normally, it would make you want to run and hide. Usually when things meant so much to you, you tried to detach, just so it wouldn’t hurt as bad when it inevitably disappeared, but you didn’t want to this time.

For the first time in your life, you let yourself truly and genuinely be loved, no matter the consequences.

You could worry about those later—for now, you never ever wanted to let it slip through your fingers.

“In my opinion, this is the best part.” Sam hummed, his eyes drifting towards Daniel.

His appearance was nervous, his fingers drumming against the edge of the table as he nodded along in agreement. He turned his head towards you, offering a soft smile as he spoke a wordless conversation with Sam. The other boy seemed to catch on to his drift, picking up a neatly wrapped box with a bow on the front from one of the bags.

Before any more words were shared, Sam placed it in front of you, then grabbed another wrapped item, this one thin and much smaller. You looked between the two, your stomach twisted in knots as you already began to worry about the money the two spent.

“Happy Birthday, Utah.” Danny whispered, his features soft as he swallowed hard. “Those are from me.”

“Danny…” you whispered, concern knitting your brows together as you silently objected to the act of kindness.

“Open them, baby.” He responded, dismissing your unspoken point entirely. “You’ll love it—I know you will.”

“I have no doubt about that. I just… I feel bad.” You expressed your opinion on the matter.

“No need. I wanted to.”

He wanted to.

Since the day you met him, he continued to show you that he wanted to do more than anyone else ever had, and he was still committed to it months later.

“It doesn’t matter which one you open first.” He said, ending the conversation so you couldn’t argue any further.

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, but eventually turned to the two packages in front of you. When was the last time you had a real birthday gift? One bought with care and consideration, one in which was curated for your taste only (as much as you appreciated the cigarettes and joints, you knew that was the same gift the boys gave to everyone). Maybe, the last time you’d ever torn wrapping paper off a box or pulled tape from a shiny bag plastered with color was when your grandparents were alive. Possibly even before then, because in later years they stuffed cards with cash, and upon learning about your addictions, gift cards for groceries and clothes.

With their help, you were reliving a childhood dream you only got to participate in every now and again.

For that alone, you were forever indebted to them.

You reached forward, settling on the smaller of the two gifts. You let the tip of your finger run across the thin piece of tape holding the paper together. You peeled it back, the coloured paper underneath it lifting with the adhesive. You folded it back once you freed it from the tape, your heart skipping a beat at the familiar tan colour of the item inside.

With a new found bout of excitement, you flipped it over, tearing the rest of the paper away from it as you did so. You nearly jumped from your chair as you tossed the wrapping to the ground, your eyes studying every detail of the abstract picture. The bright yellow and blue of the lettering caught your eyes, and your hand raised to it as you gently traced over the words like you used to do so long ago. The red lips standing prominently underneath them brought a smile to your face. Slowly, you turned to look at the man who wasn’t technically your boyfriend or your friend, and understood that he did not need to be either of those things, for he was the best thing that had ever happened to you, the most important person in the world, no matter the label.

In your hands was a brand new copy of Steely Dan’s Can’t Buy a Thrill, the plastic wrapping still shiny and perfectly intact as it waited for you to spin the familiar melody of Dirty Work.

“You remembered.” You forced the words through your teeth, your throat scratching as you wheezed in a breath. Holding back your tears was becoming more difficult by the second.

For some strange reason, you wished he didn’t.

It would have made it easier to overlook the bond that had formed between the two of you.

“Keep going.” He urged, not wanting to dwell too long when there was more sitting in front of you.

You moved onto the bigger box, knowing exactly what it was before you even tore the paper from it. Underneath the fancy bow and wrapping, sat a brand new record player that likely cost him a pretty penny.

Your stomach filled with lead, your bones heavy as you sat with your own thoughts for a moment. With no way to stop it this time, you felt tears flood your cheeks, angry and vengeful for being repressed for so long. You raised the back of your hands to your eyes, the coolness of your skin soothing to you as you drew in a shaky breath. Without thinking twice, you pushed your chair backwards and sprung forward, taking the few steps towards him. He stood to meet you, noticing your distress and worried that he overstepped.

When you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest, shamelessly loving him and unafraid to show how much it meant to you. Your tears stained his t-shirt, but he assured you he wasn’t bothered by it as he held you tighter to him.

“I’m sorry if it was too much, I just wanted—“ you cut him off by pulling away, staring up at him with watery eyes and a smile as you nipped the thought in the bud.

“Don’t you dare apologize.” Your statement was strong despite your quivering lip and dry throat. “You don't have anything to be sorry for. This is… you are… Danny.” You breathed, tripping over your words as more tears spilled down your cheeks. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. You’re the best thing…” you trailed off, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you swallowed back a sob. You didn’t need to say it aloud, because he knew exactly what you meant. Instead of replying, he pulled you into a tighter hug, happy to know the tears were not from sorrow, but from happiness.

“Alright, alright.” Sam cut the two of you off. You both looked over at him, smiling as he nudged his gift bag towards you.

You stepped forward, wiping your cheeks as you pulled at the tape holding the bag together. It popped open with ease, giving you the freedom to look inside. First, you pulled out another record, the tears making an immediate return as you looked at the cover.

“Bringing It All Back Home?!” You exploded, another sob shaking your shoulders as you hugged it to your chest. You felt like a child on Christmas morning, high on sugar and the feeling of being alive while sorting through gifts laced with magic from Santa himself.

“Aaand?” Sam raised an eyebrow, nodding towards the bag again. Cautiously, you set the vinyl on the table and reached back inside, pulling out one last record to top it all off.

“Harvest…” the yellow cover that was so distinct sent a smile straight to your lips. “I seriously can’t believe you remembered I said all this. It was so long ago, and so unimportant.”

“Nothing is unimportant when it comes to you, Utah.” Danny placed a hand on the small of your back.

“Seriously… thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me… it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done… the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” You were beside yourself with emotion, your chest aching from all of the love you held within it.

“One last thing from me, Y/N.” Sam added, pulling something unwrapped from the bags beside him. He handed it across the table, watching as you pieced it together and waiting for your response. You grabbed it from his hands, the cool leather immediately sending a shiver down your spine. Wordlessly, you flipped it open, in awe of how well made it was. “I saw it when we were out today, and it made me think of you. You probably have lots, but when you get to that one, at least you’ll think of us. Maybe it’ll even give you some motivation on the hard days. Someone as talented as you should never stop writing.”

“Sam, this is the most beautiful journal I’ve ever seen.” You assured him. The black, leather bound journal was hefty, heavy from its size and astonishingly beautiful in its simplicity. It was big, many more pages than any of the ones you already owned, and it was even better because it came from him, one of the truest and most genuine friends you had ever had.

You placed it on the table, quickly scurrying towards him as you pulled him into a hug. Your tears had become less aggressive, but were still steadily rolling as you laid your head on his shoulder. Perhaps one of the best things about falling for Danny was gaining a friend like Sam, because you’d never experienced anything like it before.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered, your eyes closing as you enjoyed the brief moment of intimacy.

“Can’t think of anyone who deserves it more.” He promised you. “You make him so happy, Utah. You deserve people who make you happy, too.”

You held him a little tighter, touched by his sentiments but stuck pondering the same question that would ultimately eat you alive; would you still make him this happy if he knew the truth about you? Would they still think you were so fantastic if they learned of all of your mistakes?

You wanted to say yes, to be certain that two people as wonderful as them would love you no matter what, but it was very hard to believe.

Hopefully, by the time the facade faded away, they will have grown to care about you enough to look past it, to accept you as you are and let go of who you were, just the same as you had to do (and still continue to do).

Or, better yet, you hoped that maybe they would be gone before you ever had to expose yourself at all.

No matter how much you loved them or how different life seemed, you were still the same person they met at the diner all those months ago, even if you desperately wished you weren’t.

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To Be With You- Chapter 6

Is This The End?

You awoke with a jolt to the sound of pounding at your front door. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you look over your shoulder to see Alex asleep in your bed next to you. You adjusted your pajama shorts and tank top while heading towards the pounding.

“I’m coming, hold on.” You grumbled halfheartedly, knowing the person behind the door couldn’t actually hear you. 

You exited your bedroom just as your door unlocked and swung open. Danny stood distressed in front of you, your spare key in his hand.

In one motion he dropped his keys to the floor and pulled you into his arms.

You stood with your arms crossed, trying to prevent your nipples from showing through your sleep shirt. 

You mumbled into his chest, “Dan, is everything okay?” 

Danny continued to hold you. Reluctantly, you dropped your arms and wrapped them around his torso. 

With a final squeeze, he released you, resting his hands on your shoulders and looking you over.

“Y/N/N, I heard about your job. Sam tried to blow it off, but you didn’t come back last night. I tried calling and texting you, but it just went straight to voicemail. I’m sorry to just show up like this, but I just… I don’t know. I know you’ve been stressed lately and I was afraid of the worst…”

He ran a hand through his hair, anxiously.

“I’m okay. You don’t have to worry. It’s probation for now. If not…” You pause with a sigh, “I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Danny listened intently, frowning as you finished. 

“This is my-“

You cut him off with a wave of your hand. 

“Daniel Wagner, my god. You are most certainly not to blame. I should have done my job correctly. I got frazzled. That is on me. I have had a lot on my mind. I am really happy to have been there this week. I know it doesn’t fix anything long-term for you but I hope it has been helpful.” 

Danny nods reluctantly, “It has. Thank you again. Though it’s a lot better when you’re there…”

His sentence trailed off. 

You smiled and chuckled, averting your eyes to the floor. 

He continued, “We can BOTH forget about our worlds for a little bit longer.��� 

Behind you, Alex left the bedroom, quickly darting into the bathroom next. Danny’s head snapped up at the noise in time to see the bathroom door close. 

You watched him thoughtfully, “Okay, I’ll come back. I just have to take care of Alex.” 

You motioned vaguely towards the restroom. Danny’s eyes widened. He crossed his arms across his broad chest, looking away from you.

“Right, yeah. Sorry. Um, you should finish up with him, I suppose.”

You cough in surprise, “Oh! No, no. Sorry.”

You felt the heat rise to your face and extend throughout your body. Distantly you swore you could hear Alex laughing through the closed door. 

“Alex is my friend. SHE’S the one from work, remember? She came over last night after she got off work. We fell asleep mid-discussion.”

You watched as Danny’s demeanor softened, a hint of pink staining his cheeks.

“She needs to be at work soon. I need to get her Motrin and get her back to work. They’ll definitely fire me if I start being the cause of her fucking up too.” 

Danny laughs lightly. 

“I can meet you back there. Okay?” You finish, reaching out a hand to playfully push his shoulder.

Danny catches your hand before it falls, pulling you back into a hug. “Okay. Next time text me back, okay? You’re my best friend. You can talk to me about anything.” 

You nod, gently bumping his chin on the top of your head. 

“I will. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

______

Danny left quickly after breaking from your hug. Behind you, Alex threw open the bathroom door. 

“Y/N. Come ON! He drove all the way out here because you didn’t answer the phone.” Alex yelled across the hall. 

You took a step back, sinking onto the edge of the couch with a laugh, “I’m not being crazy?”

Alex crossed the floor to you and plopped herself down next to you on the couch. 

“No. You’re absolutely not crazy. He was worried about you when you didn't reply to him and jealous when he thought there was a guy here. I don’t know what’s going on in that curly-haired head of his, but it is more than friendship.”

You sighed, lying back against the couch, and sinking into the pillows. 

“Y/N, I stand by what I said last night. I think it is time you tell him. He might need time, because what’s her name?” Alex paused. 

You started to tell her Kayla’s name, but she continued, “Whatever her bitch ass name is, just broke his heart. So maybe this is the start of it? You let him know where you’re at and then you break on it. He’s about to go off traveling again, right? You’ll have time to both process it.”

The idea turned your stomach. You closed your eyes and imagined the possibilities that could happen if you were to tell him your truth. You continued to think about his demeanor the morning before after your kiss. How he had apologized first thing in the morning and had retreated from the group onto his phone. Once again you felt yourself taking another spin on the eternal Daniel Wagner merry-go-round.

“Why don’t I come join you?” Alex looked over at you.

You scoffed. “Al, I can’t ask you to do that. Work is going to have our asses if you miss even a minute of work.” 

You threw her a disapproving glance.

Alex bit her lip, “I guess I should come clean.”

You sat up, turning to face her on the couch. 

“Alexandra Marie. What are you not telling me?”

Alex sighed and threw her arms out to her side across the couch, “I quit.”

“ALEX!” You yelled, covering your mouth with your hand. 

“Hold your horses. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I heard them talking. They interviewed someone else for your position. They are planning to offer you either a demotion or letting you go.”

You watched her in mute horror as she continued. 

“It just so happened, last week I ran into Mario from the firm across Olympic. He is in sudden need of a paralegal since his gal’s out on maternity leave early. He offered me a position. I was planning on taking more time to settle some of my cases, but after they pulled this with you… I don’t know. I just couldn’t stay there and watch security walk you out.”

You leaned your head over on Alex’s shoulder, absorbing her story and all it meant. In an instant, your future in LA became unclear. You sat together in silence. 

When you entered the law firm, you had no idea that a job you didn’t want would bring you the sister you never had. For years since Callie, you were afraid of letting another girl into your circle. You lived your life surrounded by boys and their circle. You convinced yourself that their community was all you needed. But it was in moments like this where you realized how much you needed someone like Alex. You needed someone removed from the gravitational pull of the band to set you straight and be purely on your side.

“I don’t know what the future holds for me, Al. But no matter what, I appreciate you. Gabe may be a fucking asshole but he at least introduced us. I can’t believe we’ve only been friends 2 years. It kind of feels like I’ve known you forever.”

You and Alex laughed. 

Alex playfully pushed your head off her shoulder, “Well, you aren’t getting rid of me, bitch. I quit my job for you!” 

______

Within a few hours, you and Alex were pulling up to the rental house. More cars had appeared since you had last left, leaving you to park down the road and walk in. Alex carried a bag full of your borrowed clothes and toiletries, hanging you your backpack you had not yet unpacked from your last trip to the house. 

“This place is fucking crazy.” Alex gasped as you reached the driveway, taking in the view. 

You nodded and laughed, “Not bad for a last-minute vacation, eh?”

Alex opened the door to the house and was greeted immediately by Sam and Rosie heading out for a walk.

“Y/N/N! You’re back!” Sam exclaimed, closing the door behind him, quieting the noise from inside, “Who’s this?”

Sam pointed to Alex. 

Alex scoffed and crouched down to pet Rosie, “Oh forget me. Who is THIS? Oh you’re a good baby, aren’t you?”

You laughed and watched as Rosie spun in circles on Sam’s leash.

“This is my best friend, Alex. She’s the one who I met through work.”

“Alex this is Sam.”

Alex smiled, standing up from the ground, and shook Sam’s hand, “Nice to meet you!”

Sam smiled and nodded, “You too. You’re the one who keeps her together when we’re gone, right? Or I guess the one who gets her in trouble when we aren’t here to do it, right?”

You rolled your eyes and Alex barked a laugh. 

“Oh, I have plenty of stories about Y/N getting into her own trouble. Get me a few drinks in and I’m sure you’ll hear some.”

You laugh and push Alex gently towards the door, “Okay then. Enjoy your walk. If we don’t go in, we’ll be out here all night.”

Alex called over her shoulder to Sam as you ushered her inside, “See you later!”

Alex lowered her voice and leaned back towards you to whisper, “Fuck. They’re even better looking in person.”

You raised your eyebrows and grinned.

You took your time wandering around the house introducing guests to Alex. With every open door, you hesitated, fearing that Kayla would make an appearance. With each guest greeted, your worry subsided. Aside from a few newer friends, you had met each of these guests before. None of them indicated Kayla was there or had visited. 

After strategically greeting everyone else in the house, Alex convinced you to join Josh, Danny, and others out at the pool. You changed slowly, checking yourself in the mirror before venturing down the stairs. 

Danny leaned against the edge of the pool, drinking a Redbull and watching as Josh and a friend competed in shooting a basketball. 

Danny turned his gaze on you, smiling brightly.

“Y/N! Welcome back!” Josh yelled from the pool, throwing the ball to you. 

You struggled to catch the ball while holding your towel. Once the ball was secured you threw it, watching as Josh intercepted and dunked it in the small hoop. 

You laughed and shook your head. Both you and Alex threw your towels down on a nearby lounge chair and stepped into the shallow end. 

Alex broke the silence between you and Danny first.

“And you must be Daniel.”

Alex held her hand out for Danny to shake. He set his can down on the pool edge before gasping her outstretched hand. 

“You must be Alex. Glad to see you recovered from last night. Y/N seems well recovered as per usual. We have a theory she starts switching out her drinks with water when we aren’t looking.”

Danny gave you a wink. 

Alex laughed, giving you a look over her shoulder before looking back to Danny. 

“Oh, you mustn’t have had the pleasure of seeing her drunk.” Alex joked. 

For a split moment, Danny met your eyes before looking away. You swore you saw a flicker of recognition. 

“Oh, we’ve seen her plenty drunk before. She just carries it well and somehow doesn’t pay for it as much as we all do the next day.”

Josh finished his game and splashed his way over to your group. 

“Josh, did you meet Y/N’s friend, Alex?” Danny introduced as you and Alex found your place along the pool edge beside him.

“I haven’t. It’s nice to meet you.” 

Alex nodded, “It’s nice to meet you as well. So you are the singer… Twins with the one I met coming in the door?” 

Alex turned to you for confirmation. 

You shook your head, “No. Josh’s twin is the one inside with the guitar. We met him and his partner Jita on the couch.”

“Ah, sorry.” She shot an apologetic look back to Josh.

Josh waved his hand, “Oh it happens all the time. Most of the time people don’t think I am even one of the twins. Always those two, the bastards.”

You laughed, “Forbidden twins, right?”

Josh shook his head with a laugh. 

Josh leaned over the pool’s edge, reaching his drink before rejoining the conversation. 

“I can’t say I don’t miss this weather, Y/N. You’re almost able to swim like this year round.”

“It’s very nice. Sounds like you guys need to visit more.” Alex volleyed. 

Josh nodded, “Yes. We really should. It’s been nice getting the whole gang back together here. Plus getting to add in the new additions. It’s like a big growing family.”

Josh threw his hands out wide. You smiled and cut a look at Danny who did the same in return. 

“You know what? I know what a right of passage here is. Y/N, your favorite.” 

You raise an eyebrow with caution.

“Who’s up for some truth or dare?” Josh yelled to all outside in earshot. 

_____

Reluctantly, you joined the rest of the group inside the house. While waiting for the others to bring chairs and set up a circle, you took two shots, hoping their burn would give you the confidence to survive the historically embarrassing game. 

You and Alex took two second-row seats in the circle and watched as all the others took turns daring each other like it was high school. Alex at some point agrees to a single body shot off of Sam’s girlfriend on the pool table. 

Sam cleared his throat, “Okay, Y/N. Let’s see what’s changed in 10 years. Truth? Or Dare.”

You smirked, looking back at Sam with your newly kindled drunk confidence. 

“Dare then, Sam.” You leveled his gaze, with reckless abandon.

The group around you “ooh’d.” 

Alex laughed out loud, shaking her head at you.

Sam’s smile turned sinister. He took a look around the room before placing his thumb under his chin. 

“I dare you to kiss someone in this room.”

You felt your confidence cool slightly as you scanned the room. Sam looked back and forth between you and Danny, clearly revealing his alternative plan. 

You cleared your throat, rising from your chair and crossing the room with a dramatic swish of your hips. You walked across the circle, noting the bob of Danny’s Adam’s apple as you approached. You gave him a wink before making your decision to his right. Josh looked up at you and gave a slight nod of permission before you sat down on his lap facing him. 

He smiled darkly, looking down at your lips as you leaned forward. He crossed the distance, planting his plump lips on yours in a suddenly passionate kiss. You deepened it, reaching your hands up his neck to grab fistfuls of his curly hair. He snaked his arms around your waist, resting his hands on the swell of your ass before giving one side a quick smack. You gasped, allowing him to take the lead and explore your mouth with his tongue. The people in the room sounded with a chorus of “woo’s” and hollerers. 

You both broke with a laugh, feeling your lips pulse with the force of his kisses. You rose, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Josh gave you a wink as you turned, giving Sam a low and dramatic bow as you returned to your seat. Sam threw his head back with an incredulous laugh. 

You returned to your seat next to Alex, giving her a high five as you sat. Your attention suddenly turned as Danny abruptly stood from his seat next to Josh. Sam’s face fell quickly, turning confused. Without thinking, Sam rolled his eyes, “If you’re pissed over it, Dan, then fucking do something about it.” The temperature in the room dropped. Danny quickly redded, noticing how the room quieted, and turned in his direction. You sat frozen in horror looking back and forth between your two oldest friends. 

Without saying a word Danny exited the circle, pushing past his friends and heading towards the patio door. For a moment the room stayed quiet, unsure of how to proceed.

Sam shook his head before redirecting the attention back to the game. “Well alrighty then. Nice play, Y/N. You have the floor.”

The room returned to quiet conversation as you picked the next person to play. Across the room, you watched as Josh and Micah gave each other glances from across the room.

_____

Earlier that week…

“Oh fuck!” 

You jump up from your bed on the floor to hold your injured thigh. 

“Josh, what the fuck?” You sat up, watching Josh crawl off of your bed. 

Josh put his finger to his lips and shushed you, “I’m sorry. I was trying to get to the fridge. What in the world are you doing down here on the floor?”

You sighed, propping yourself up on your elbow, still rubbing your leg. 

“It’s complicated.”

Josh frowned and sat on the end of your makeshift bed cross-legged. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You weren’t sure if it was the late hour, or the anxiety surrounding Kayla’s brother’s presence, but you caved. For the second time that day, you poured some of your secrets to Josh in hushed tones and prayed nobody else in the house was awake to hear. He listened as you weaved a diluted story about your recent feelings for Danny. When you finished Josh patted your leg through the blankets. 

In turn, he told you about him and Micah. It was no secret they had been seeing each other off and on for years. However, a few months before, Micah grew tired of waiting for Josh to settle down. After giving an ultimatum, Josh procrastinated once more in moving in together and buying a home. The stress of keeping the relationship a secret took its toll. Micah asked for a break and the two hadn’t been the same since. Both men refused to acknowledge the breakup was hurting them. 

Josh, with his heart broken, devised a plan to get back at both men at the same time. For once, your aching heart agreed to go along with his hair-brained schemes…

______

You took your leave from the group game and headed to the kitchen for another drink. You watched from a distance as Danny talked with his cousins out on the deck. He seemed back to normal after his little outburst during the game. Part of you soured, trying to analyze his behavior through the haze of your inebriation. You were exhausted. Tired of bending over backward trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

You watched as he barked a laugh and threw his head back as he did it. His hair fell off his shoulder, laying down his back in long waves. You felt your drink buzzing in your stomach as you watched him, feeling once again the unstable confidence building in you.

“It’s never going to change unless I stop skirting around this.” You told yourself and then froze, feeling the weight of the absent-minded statement in full. That was the truth. You had spent so many years running from him and your feelings, denying yourself the ability to love him fully even as a friend. You scanned the group for Alex, hoping for one last encouraging glance, but she was nowhere to be found. 

Danny placed a hand on his cousin’s shoulder, excusing himself from the group, before heading in the direction of the sliding glass door.

“What can I really lose if I’ve already lost this friendship?” You gripped your glass, throwing back a shot before heading in his direction.

You reached for the door at the same time as he. He smiled, opening the door and ushering you through. 

“Just who I was looking for.”

You blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond when your plan had been just to blurt your feelings out.

He furrowed his brow, “What’s wrong?”

Your hands shook. You looked down, suddenly aware you had carried your empty shot glass out the door with you. You bent down, setting your empty glass on the table nearest to you. Danny closed the sliding glass door behind you, motioning for you to join him around the corner away from the audience and noise of the party.

You walked in front of him, mulling over how to word it before settling on easing in. You turned, leaning in closer to him. He ducked his head towards you, turning his head to hear you better over the music in the background. 

“Danny, I wanted to talk to you about something.” You started, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears.

He nodded, “Yes, I have something I need to tell you as well.” 

Your stomach lurched. You took a steadying breath, taking a moment to ground yourself before making your confession. Outside it was still warm despite it already being nearly midnight. Danny watched you with curiosity, his hair glowing like a halo in the porchlight.

“Danny.”

“Y/N.”

You both paused at the start of each other speaking. Your heart hammered in your chest, causing a steady “woosh” in each of your ears. 

He laughed and gestured to you, “Go ahead.”

You felt your body shake slightly, your nerves setting in, “No, no go ahead.”

He watched you for a moment and sighed, “I should let you know. Kayla and I are going to try to work it out.”

The air left your lungs in a quick punch. Your ears suddenly rang as you looked back at him in horror. Of all the things you had expected him to say, this was not one of the options you had considered. 

“I know you don’t like her but it’s just been a really long time that we’ve been together. She saw we were here. I didn’t realize she still had my location… She came by and I just…”

You shook your head back and forth, finding yourself swimming in his explanation. The conversation felt like a familiar nightmare. 

“Y/N, look at me…”

You looked back up at his dark eyes, filled with concern. Tears pooled in your eyes. You turned away from him to hide their fall, holding a hand over your mouth in case you got sick.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? I’m sorry. I know you don’t like her but…”

Danny placed a hand on your shoulder. Without thinking, you shrugged his hand off of you. You turned to face him, any feeling of hesitation now replaced with a white-hot rage.

“I am done. You can’t just have your cake and eat it too. I don’t… I don’t know what she offers you, Danny. I don’t. But I can’t be here to supplement what she doesn’t anymore. You deserve so much better than this, but you need to figure your shit out. I can’t do it for you.” 

Danny gapped, taking a half step back and reaching out for you as if his instinct was to comfort. 

You steeled your spine, stepping just out of his reach. “I have to go.” 

______

Tears fell freely as you used your sleeve to wipe them. You rushed back into the living room, looking through the crowd for Alex. Instead, you ran into Sam. Immediately, he saw your tears and steered you to a quiet and unoccupied bedroom. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, closing the door behind you. 

You shook your head, afraid to speak and sound incoherent. Without explaining, Sammy seemed to know. He quietly took a seat beside you, wrapping a long arm around your shoulders. 

“I’m going to find, Alex for you okay?” 

Within a couple of minutes, the door had burst open revealing Alex. He held your bags over her shoulder and a scowl plastered across her face.

You opened your mouth to explain, but a sob exited instead.

“That motherfucker!” She stepped in the door, closing the door on Sam behind her. 

You were about to defend him and try to calm her down when she pulled you into a hug. 

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, Y/N/N. Today’s the day we start planning YOUR life. Not his.”

In a blur you allowed yourself to be ushered out by Alex. You gave Sam and Josh a weak goodbye on your way out the door. Alex did not let go of your hand until you reached the car.

Little did you know, Alex had been planning for the worst. Throughout the party, she drank anything but alcohol, wanting nothing to hold you back from a grand escape if you needed her.

As she turned the car down the road, you watched the white beach house grow small from the side mirror. And just for a moment, you believed you could see the outline of a tall figure watching your retreat. 

Author's Note:

Well hello! I'm sure you did not expect to find me here.

It has been 2 years since I first posted this fanfic. For a long while, I assumed it was just going to be an abandoned project I still think of from time to time. Well, I have found myself renewed with plans and inspiration to give you the ending you deserve!

However, after 2 years... a lot has changed. Danny is different. I am different. I'm sure you, reader, are different as well. There is likely some story lines I would have written differently if it were written from scratch now. Due to this, I believe our best option to continue is to time jump. So please, bear with me as we leave the early Dreams in Gold era and plant ourselves next chapter, right in the middle of the Starcatcher World Tour.

See you soon! Thanks for sticking with me.

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Cabin in the Woods // D.R.W

*Alternate Ending*

AgeOfBarbarians

If you haven’t read Cabin in the Woods, what the heck are you doing?

A/N: I honestly had Cabin in the Woods in my drafts for a really long time. As I was finishing it and talking to a friend, she was like “awe, Danny should’ve ended up with the reader.” And I thought it was a great idea soooo here we are with an alternate ending!!

Summary: Read Cabin In The Woods // J.M.K or don’t. I can’t tell you what to do

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Best Friends to Lover, Angst, Josh being an asshole, Use of Marijuana, Alcohol Consumption, Unprotected Sex, Oral (m&f receiving), Sub!Danny but also slight Dom!Danny, Edging, Overstimulation,

Word Count: 9.4k

M A S T E R L I S T

“Who’s riding with who?” You called out to the boys as you shoved your bag into the back seat of Danny’s car.

You, Danny, and the Kiszka boys were taking a little vacation before they left for the second leg of the Dreams in Gold tour. They all wanted one last chance to relax but you mainly wanted to spend time with your best friend before he was gone for months.

You and Danny had known each other since you were in diapers. He had been there for you through it all. Your parents had been friends for years, way before the two of you were even born. They had always joked that you two would get married one day but both of you had agreed that it was nothing more than a platonic friendship.

“You’re riding with me, obviously.” Danny came up next to you before grabbing your other bag from you and putting it in the car.

“We have one more spot left in our car.” You leaned against Danny and looked at the three other boys who were walking toward his car.

“I’ll ride with Jake. Anything not to be in a car with you three for the next eight hours.” Josh looked at you specifically before he started walking toward his Jeep and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You knew that he mainly meant the comment toward you but you didn’t want to start anything right now.

You weren’t sure what it was but you and Josh could never get along. You tried, you really did, but nothing ever seemed to please him. The only time the two could even remotely stand each other was when you were drinking. For Josh, that was just about always.

“But what if I wanted to ride with Danny and Y/N?” Jake questioned. Josh stopped and turned around and stared at Jake for a moment.

“Then I’ll drive with Sam. Easy fix.” Josh stated bluntly. You didn’t know what his deal was but he was clearly in a mood.

“What the fuck is his problem?” You mumbled to Danny and he laughed.

“The fact that I can’t get away from you ever for one trip. Can we go now?” Josh shot at you. Everybody went quiet and you couldn’t help but walk up to Josh.

“What is your problem? We haven’t even left and you’re already being a dick. Not to mention you're gone from me months at a time.” You pushed on his chest causing him to stumble back and drop his bags.

“Do I need to repeat myself? I just fucking told you. Even when you're not here, you're still all we hear about from Danny,” Josh stepped up to you and you felt your face get hot.

“What the fuck are you gonna do Josh, hm? Because I know you won’t do shit.” You spat quietly. He knew you were right because no matter how venomous his words were towards you, he would never do anything. You liked to believe that deep down Josh did care about you in some way shape or form. I mean you had known them almost as long as you had Danny. Regardless, he didn't show it.

Josh was quiet as he stared at you, trying to read your face but he could tell you weren’t backing down. He turned around to grab his bags and put them into his car. You closed your eyes for a moment and let out a frustrated sigh before walking back toward Danny.

“Something tells me Y/N is getting arrested for murder this week.” Jake laughed and Danny joined in with him. You rolled your eyes and got into the passenger seat of Danny’s car, trying to calm yourself down. You felt tears prick your eyes from how frustrated you were. You smacked your hands against the dash and let out a deep breath. You so desperately wanted to scream but obviously, the car isn’t soundproof.

“Y/N,” Danny said quietly. You turned to him, not even realizing he had gotten into the car with you. You quickly wiped the tears away from your face and gave him a soft smile.

“Sorry, that was- I shouldn’t have-“

“Y/N, it’s fine. I don’t know what stick is up his ass.” Danny shook his head and started the car, you leaned back against the seat and closed your eyes. You heard the back door open before it closed moments later.

“There was no way in hell I’m dealing with that,” Jake breathed out and you couldn’t help but smile.

It was only moments later that you had pulled out of the Kiszka’s driveway and began your journey to the cabin you had rented. Danny had plugged his phone into the aux and started playing music but you didn’t pay too much attention to it since all you could think about was the heated moment with Josh.

It wasn't the first time the two of you had been in an argument, not even the hundredth, but you so desperately wanted to know why he always acted that way toward you. You were never this way as kids, but as you got older there was just some sort of resentment towards you. You so badly wanted to just slap him or just do something to show him how pissed you were, but it wouldn’t have made things any better.

“Do you know how many bedrooms there are?“ Jake piped up from the back. He pulled you out of your thoughts and you shook your head.

“There should be five and I know that the lake that’s nearby is maybe about a fifteen-minute walk. It’s pretty secluded.” You kept your eyes closed and listened to the soft melody of whatever song Danny had playing.

“I think they’re all twin beds too so we’ll all have our own little space.” Danny chimed in. Jake hummed and it went quiet again. You sighed and wrapped yourself in the blanket you had put with you in the front seat. You could feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep and before you knew it everything went quiet.

**

About three hours into the trip you woke up and you groaned as you tried your best to stretch out your legs. It was now dark outside and you couldn’t see much around you besides the silhouette of trees.

“Have a nice nap?” Danny asked quietly. You shrugged and turned towards him the best you could.

“Not too bad. Just can’t wait to get out so I can stretch myself out.” You yawned. Your eyes still felt heavy but it wouldn’t take long for them to fully open.

“Do you wanna stop for a minute? I can text Josh and Sam to let them know.” Danny suggested. You shook your head rapidly.

“As nice as it sounds, I don’t need Josh bitching at me.”

“Do you know why he’s like this towards you?” Danny asked. You went silent for a moment trying to rack your brain of any idea.

“No. I’ve tried, I really have but his resentment is ridiculous.” It was quiet again before Danny laughed to himself.

“Maybe you two need to fuck it out and it’ll make everything better.”

“Daniel!” You smacked his arm and he laughed harder. You shook your head not even wanting to think about it.

“What’s so funny?” Jake asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

“I told Y/N that maybe they need to fuck one out so their little feud stops.” Danny adjusted himself in his seat as he looked at Jake through the rearview.

“I mean it’s not a bad-“

“Jake, no. Not fucking happening.” You shook your head and turned around to look at him.

“Just a quicky,” Jake shrugged.

“I swear to god I will grab the wheel and crash this car. Absolutely not.” You turned back in your seat and sighed. The two of them snickered at each other and you sighed in disbelief.

Maybe they were right. You didn’t want to admit it to them, but maybe they were. Sometimes the sexual tension was high, but you didn’t know if it was a feeling only you had or if Josh felt the same way. You didn’t really have a problem with Josh, but his problem was always with you and you weren’t sure why. Regardless, you were more focused on somebody else anyway.

You didn’t say anything for the rest of the drive. Danny and Jake had small conversations among themselves but you didn’t pay much attention to what they were talking about. You tried your best to sleep the rest of the way, but nothing worked. By the time you had reached the cabin, you could barely keep your eyes open and your legs were starting to cramp. As soon as Danny parked you hopped out of the car and stretch as much as you could. Moments later Josh and Sam had pulled in.

“That stretch was better than any sex I’ve ever had,” you sighed and leaned against the car.

“Clearly it wasn’t that good then,” Josh scoffed. Your eyes shot open and you turned your head in his direction.

“Josh I swear to fuck-“

“Let’s go look at the rooms, shall we?” Danny cut you off quickly before ushering the three boys inside with him. You began to take the various bags out of the back of Danny’s car and you sat them on the ground for them to grab when they came back. You grabbed your two bags and made your way inside.

As you walked up a flight of stairs and through the front door your eyes went wide. One wall of the cabin was pretty much one giant window, there was a fireplace in between with a large kitchen, living room, and dining area. There was a hallway that you weren’t too sure of what was down that way besides a bathroom and there was a set of stairs that you assumed led to some, if not all of the bedrooms.

“Holy shit,” you whispered to yourself. You couldn’t wait to see the view once it was light outside.

“Bedroom upstairs is yours.” Danny nudged you and you nodded before heading up the stairs. You pushed open the door and you were confused when you noticed Josh in the bedroom.

“Uhm, can I help you?” Josh raised a brow.

“You’re in my room.” You walked in and sat your stuff on the bed.

“Uhm no, sweetheart, this is my room.” Josh scoffed. Before you could say anything you heard the door close behind you. You and Josh shot your heads towards the door and you ran up to it, trying to open it back up.

“You’re not coming out until the two of you figure your shit out!” Sam yelled. You groaned and tried to open the door again.

“Sammy let us the fuck out! There are five rooms, we don’t need to share! One of us is going to end up killed and it will not be me!” You shot daggers toward Josh and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s for the best, Y/N! Plus there was a mistake, it sleeps five. It only had four rooms!” Danny yelled. You slid your back against the door and slid down.

“Danny seriously? Not you too,” You whined.

“I’ll take the floor.” Josh sighed. You gave him a confused look before standing up again. He began making a makeshift bed and you stopped him.

“You don’t have to take the floor. I’m pretty sure we can sleep in the same bed for a couple of nights.” You picked up his blankets and sat them on the bed and adjust his pillows for him. Josh didn’t say anything but he didn’t deny the request.

You began unpacking your stuff and started sorting your clothes into the dresser to make your life a little easier. There was a thick, heavy silence between you and Josh, neither of you wanting to say anything. You were thinking about just asking Danny to share a room since you'd be more comfortable anyway but if he was in on this whole thing too, he would probably say no.

Once you had yourself situated you sat one of the books you were reading down on your bedside table and went into the bathroom to change. You put on one of the many oversized crew necks you owned, this one just so happened to be Danny’s, and a pair of shorts. You threw your hair up into a ponytail just to be able to get it out of the way before you walked out and crawled into bed.

You opened your book which just so happened to be Looking for Alaska by John Green and you resumed on the chapter you were on. You were only about halfway through the book, but so far you were obsessed. You had read just about everything by him and he didn’t have a single bad book.

“I’m going to shower,” Josh mumbled and you just nodded lightly, your eyes never leaving the page. You only looked up for a brief second when you heard the door close before you continued on with your book. You heard the faint sound of the shower and the subtle noise helped you concentrate a little more.

“Fuck,” You heard Josh hiss from the bathroom. You put your bookmark in your book before closing it and setting it on the bed.

“Josh, are you-“ You made your way towards the bathroom door to see if he was okay before you stopped as you heard a quiet moan. Your eyes went wide and your hand flew over your mouth to contain your gasp. You felt heat creep over your cheeks. Your thoughts got the best of you as you started to creep towards the door. You put your ear against it ever so slightly before you heard another quiet moan.

“Shit,” You’re eyes went wide and you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you and you stepped away quietly before going to the door. You twisted the handle slowly and thankfully, it opened.

You made your way downstairs and went off to find Danny’s room. Thankfully, it was the first door you knocked on. You were greeted with a whiff of his cologne and the sound of music playing quietly from his phone.

“Everything okay?” He asked as you rushed passed him to sit on his bed.

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” You asked quietly. Danny gave you a confused look before sitting next to you on the bed.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Danny asked. His face searched yours and you nodded your head, trying your hardest to not make it obvious you were lying to him.

“I’m okay, just want to lay with you, if that’s okay.” You leaned your head against his shoulder and he nodded. You adjusted yourselves under the blankets, trying your best to fit both of you in the small twin-sized bed. You ended up just laying on top of Danny as he rubbed slow circles on your back. The action alone could’ve put you to sleep. You laid like this for about fifteen minutes before you spoke up.

“I’m going to miss you a lot while you’re gone,” You whispered softly.

“I know. Who is going to be my shot buddy while I’m gone?” Danny laughed quietly and you smiled against his chest.

“You have Sam.” You shrugged and so did Danny. It went quiet again and you got off the bed.

“I’m gonna go back. There’s not enough room for the both of us and your long ass legs need it.” You smiled as you made your way toward the door.

“Why don't you just stay with me tonight?” He asked softly. You stopped in your tracks and you turned to look at him.

"Danny there isn't any room," You laughed as you leaned against the doorframe.

"We can make it work. Come here," He moved over a bit and you crawled back into bed with him. You rested your chest against his and put your face into his neck, smelling his cologne. You could feel yourself immediately relax.

"Is that my sweatshirt?" Danny asked quietly. He dragged his fingers along your back, eventually moving under the sweatshirt, continuing his movements on the small of your back.

"Do you want it back?" You mumbled into his neck and you could feel him slightly shake his head.

"No. It looks better on you than it does me."

***

When you woke up the next morning you could hear the birds chirping faintly outside and the sun came in through the cracks of the curtains. There was a feeling of arms wrapped around you and you could feel your face rise and fall with a pattern of breaths that weren’t your own. You tried to move but the grip tighten. You tried again but you were stopped completely.

"Not yet, just a bit longer," Danny mumbled as he pulled you a bit closer to him.  You hated to admit it, but you liked being wrapped in his arms. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and you could feel his slow, shallow breaths. You closed your eyes and tried your headrest to enjoy this moment while it lasted. It wasn't the first time the two of you had cuddled, but something about this moment made your heart swell.

The two of you laid there for what seemed like hours but it was probably only an hour at most. You didn’t want to move but the feeling of needing to pee took over your body. Danny was fully asleep again so you moved as slowly as you could to get yourself out of his grasp. You tried to move his arm but his grip tightened. You tried again but he pushed himself up against you. You moved your hips against him to try and free yourself but you stopped when you felt something hard touch your lower back. You moved again trying to figure out what it was but you realize as soon as Danny's hand tightened against your waist.

“Y/N, stop moving.” His voice was raspy but his words were forceful. You moved again and his grip became tighter, almost hard enough to leave bruises.

“I have to pee,” you whined. He moved his arm and before you got up a wild thought went through your mind. You decided to push up against him one more time and he hissed. You couldn’t help but smile at the reaction you were causing him.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He rolled over onto the other side as you hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom. You’d be lying if you said you did want to start something with him, but this trip wasn’t the time nor place.

You didn't want to admit it to anybody considering the fact you couldn't even admit it to yourself but over the past couple of months, you had started to develop feelings for Danny. You didn't tell anybody since he was your best friend and you didn't want to do anything to ruin your relationship. Danny was genuinely the best and you'd be lying if you said there weren't times when you had thought of being with him; in an actual relationship and a sexual manner.

You went to the bathroom before brushing your teeth and making yourself look somewhat presentable. When you exited, Danny wasn’t anywhere to be seen in the room. You made your way downstairs and saw all of the boys in the kitchen. There were various breakfast foods set out and you decided just to have some fruit and some yogurt.

“What’re we doing today?” Sam asked.

“I was gonna go down to the lake and read for a little bit.” You piped up. You picked at your fruit and looked at all of the boys. You made split-second eye contact with Josh before he avoided your gaze.

“So lake day it is!” Danny pumped his fist in the air and the other boys nodded their heads. You finished your small breakfast and went upstairs to the bedroom. After you entered, you closed the door and began to rummage around for your bikini. You found the yellow material and slid your shorts down your legs. You put on the bottoms and then slid your shirt over your head.

“You could’ve locked the door or gone into the bathroom, ya know,” Josh piped up and you gasped loudly as you covered your chest.

“Jesus fuck, a warning would’ve been nice,” you turned your back to him and rested your hand against your chest. You could feel your heart racing and you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down.

“I’ll never turn down a free show, mama,” Josh smirked before he walked over to his suitcase. You quickly put the bikini over your chest but one of the strings came untied.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself as you tried to tie it without drawing any more attention toward yourself.

“Do you want help?” Josh asked with annoyance in his tone. You shook your head. That was the last thing you needed.

“No, I can get it myself.” You continued to struggle for a minute before you sighed with defeat.

“Please,” you whispered quietly. Josh came up behind you and he began to tie the thin strings. As his fingertips grazed across your back you could feel the goosebumps rise against your skin.

“Is there a reason you didn't stay in here last night?” Josh mumbled. You were silent for a minute as you tried to think of what to say. You already had an answer but the question alone caught you off guard.

"I stayed with Danny last night. I figured you wanted your space." You said softly, trying not to upset him.

"You have a thing for him don't you?" Josh questioned. You were quiet again, not wanting to answer his question.

“Thought so.” Josh hummed to himself before he quickly tied the material. You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and looked at him for a moment before averting your attention elsewhere. You knew not saying anything answered the question for him, but you couldn't even admit it to yourself.

You grabbed a pair of jean shorts and slid them up your legs before you grabbed your book. You also grabbed a small bag that had a towel, sunscreen, sunglasses, and some water and quickly exited the room. You put your shoes on that were by the front door and told the guys you were heading down to the lake.

“I’ll come with,” Josh called from the top of the stairs. You looked back at him and slowly nodded your head.

“Josh, you’re actually offering to go with Y/N?” Jake asked with shock in his voice.

“I never said I was going to talk to her. I just said I’ll go with. You fuckers are taking too long. She never shuts up as it is.” Josh gestured to the breakfast they still had out. Sam was still eating, while Danny and Jake were just sitting there.

“Well, I’m leaving.” You pursed your lips in a line and put your shoes on. You opened the door and walked out onto the deck. Josh followed behind you and you heard the door close. You kept quiet as the two of you made your way to the lake.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the interactions from earlier this morning and before you left. You so badly wanted to confront him about it, but it wasn’t worth your time or energy. You adjusted the bag on your back and sighed.

“Do you want me to carry it?” Josh asked. You shook your head before you turned your head over your shoulder.

“I thought you weren’t gonna talk to me, Kiszka? According to you, I don’t shut up anyway.” You face forward again and continued your (somewhat) peaceful walk. You heard Josh scoff from behind you and you couldn't help the smile that came over your face.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I thought." You mumbled to yourself.

"Keep it up, Y/N. Seriously." Josh snapped. You stopped and you turned around to look at him, fire taking over your body.

"Or what Josh? What could you possibly fucking do? We have already established that you won't do shit." Your nostrils flared slightly as you stared at him. He was just as angry but a smile started forming across his lips.

"I could always just tell Danny about your little crush. We all know that he doesn't see you as more than a friend anyway." Josh crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight between each of his legs. You didn't say anything, trying not to let your face fall showing him he had won. You didn't want to admit to him that his statement hurt more than you thought it was going to. You just shook your head and continued your walk and kept some distance between you and Josh.

When you had finally reached the water you sat your stuff down and began applying sunscreen to your arms and legs. You hummed quietly to yourself and squeezed a little bit of the sunscreen onto your hands before rubbing it onto your face.

“Do you want help with your back?” Josh piped up from behind you. You turned your head over your shoulder and eyed him for a moment. He was in a pair of navy swim shorts without his shirt on and you couldn’t help but stare at his toned chest. You looked up at him and he had a smirk playing along his lips.

“If you don’t mind,” you said a little too quietly. You didn't want him to help considering the argument you just had, but you really didn't want to be sunburnt. You handed him the bottle and he started rubbing the lotion into your back moments later. Your eyes fluttered closed as he rubbed it along your shoulders and down toward your lower back. He had a slight pressure that was almost like he was giving you a massage. Before you could fully relax into his touch, his hands were no longer on your skin and you sighed, desperately wanting to feel more of him.

“You know there are other ways to get me to touch you. If only you’d stop being so stubborn.” Josh said nonchalantly. You could feel yourself tense and you turned to look at him.

“You’re just fucking with me.” You shook your head and he shrugged. You decided to let it go and you opened your book and resumed where you left off.

You focused on your book as much as you could, getting lost within the pages. The slight breeze and the water gently crashing against the shore just adding to the entirety of your relaxation. It didn’t last long as you were pulled out of it when you heard the flick of the lighter, and seconds later the smell of weed. You turned to look at Josh who was laid back on a towel with one of his arms under his head, joint clad between his lips before he grabbed it with his other hand and blew out the smoke.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. The way the sun kissed almost every inch of his skin, the way his chest rose and fell as he inhaled the smoke into his lungs. He looked so relaxed, a side of Josh you didn’t get to see very often as you were always at each other's throats. He looked so elegant.

“Is there a reason you’re staring?” Josh asked, his voice lower than normal due to the smoke in his chest. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks and you scanned his body once more.

“Can I have a hit?” You asked cautiously. You could see him tense slightly before he moved his head to the side to look at you.

“C’mere.” He sat up and you moved to sit in front of him. He took a hit of the joint before passing it to you. He stared at you as took a long, slow drag. You held it in your chest, fighting the urge to not cough before you blew it out. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing, daring not to cough.

“Jesus,” Josh mumbled with slightly wide eyes before he took another hit. He held it for a moment before leaning forward and connecting his lips with yours. The action caught you off guard and you hesitated for a moment before kissing him back. Josh held the back of your neck with his free hand and you placed your hands on his chest. His movements slowed as he blew the smoke into your mouth and you happily accepted it.

You were melting in his touch, never wanting the moment to send. You pulled away for a moment to blow the smoke out before connecting your lips with Josh’s. Your hands traveled up to wrap around his neck and his fingers tangled themselves in the hairs are the nape of your neck. He tugged them towards the root and you couldn’t help the small whimper that left your mouth.

“So the whole hating each other is just one giant ploy. Got it.” Jake snickered. You gasped as you pulled away from Josh, the realization of what had just happened sinking in. You avoided eye contact with all of them and stood up to start grabbing your stuff.

“Oh my god,” you repeatedly whispered to yourself as you through everything into your bag. You knew it wasn’t that big of a deal but you couldn’t even think about facing any of them.

“Y/N, c’mon,” Danny sighed and you shook your head before making eye contact with him. You couldn’t quite read his face as it was mixed with anger, confusion, dread, and even a bit of jealousy?

“Nope. I don’t want to fucking hear it. I’m gonna go back and shower. Probably drink myself to death, who knows.” You gave a fake smile before turning on your heels and walking towards the path to get to the cabin. You were walking so fast that it was almost hard for your legs to keep up.

“Y/N,” You heard a voice call after you before a hand rested on your shoulder, trying to stop you in your tracks. You brushed the hand off your shoulder and continued to walk.

"Danny, I really do not want to talk about this," You closed your eyes for a second as you took in a breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Danny finally got a good grip on your shoulder which stopped you in your tracks. You closed your eyes and he stepped in front of you, putting his other hand on your shoulder.

"Can you look at me for a second, please?" He asked softly. You took in another deep breath before opening your eyes to look at him. His face was a little closer than you had expected but you couldn't help but immediately stare into his chocolate-brown eyes.

"Can we talk back at the cabin?" You asked softly. You were away from the boys at this point but something about being completely in the open made you feel vulnerable.

"Let's talk and walk back, yeah?" He compromised. You nodded your head and he turned around and let lead. He wrapped his arm around you and you could feel yourself start to relax but also tense at the same time. You didn't want to be the one to start the conversation but considering he hasn't said much of anything, you figured that you might have to.

"I don't know what just happened." You said quietly. You kept your eyes on your feet as the two of you walked together.

"Do you have feelings for him?" He asked softly. Your eyes went wide and you looked up at him before rapidly shaking your head.

"No, absolutely not, I have feelings for somebody el-" You stopped your sentence but you smiled and let out a laugh.

"No. I don't have feelings for Josh. I don't even know why that happened." You looked back toward the ground and Danny was quiet for a while. The sudden change in his mood was apparent but you didn't want to draw attention to it.

"Who is it?" He asked after a long moment of silence. Your body tensed and you weren't exactly sure what to tell him. You had barely even admitted to yourself the feelings you had for Danny, so admitting it to him was going to be a whole different ballpark.

"Uhm, it's- you don't- I-" You stumbled over your words, unsure of what to say to him. He shook his head before he stopped both of you in your tracks.

"Is there something you aren't telling me, Y/N?" Danny's voice was soft like it had been the entire time but you could tell there was a hint of worry laced in.

"N-no. It's just complicated right now." You stuttered. You continued to walk down the trail, wrapping your arms around yourself. You looked down at your feet once again, not wanting to make eye contact with Danny.

"Hey, what's going on? You never keep stuff from me. Did I do something wrong because if I did you can-"

"No, Danny. You didn't do anything wrong, if anything it's everything that you do, do and I got this stupid idea in my head and now I can't get it to go away. Let's just drop this whole thing, okay?" You suddenly got defensive and you began to pick up your pace. You raised your voice slightly and he looked slightly taken back.

"What? Y/N, that doesn't even make any sense," He laughed with a slight look of disbelief taking over his face. He didn't want to admit it to you but he was slightly hurt by the fact you were keeping a secret from him since you told each other everything, you had for years.

"It doesn't need to make sense to you. It's not your problem to worry about," You shook your head again and when you looked up from your feet you could see the cabin a couple of yards away. You picked up your pace a little more, trying to gain some distance between the two of you.

"It might not be, but I worry about you, Y/N," Danny's voice raised slightly and you scoffed.

"No, it's just because you want to be in the know about everything, Danny," You laughed bitterly. You could hear him let out a frustrated sigh and you couldn't help but instinctively roll your eyes. You opened the door to the cabin, not bothering to close it since you knew Danny was close behind you. You immediately walked over to the cabinet where you had stored the liquor. You grabbed the first bottle that you laid eyes on and it just so happened to be a bottle of whiskey. You grabbed a glass before twisting the cap off and pouring yourself a small glass. You brought it to your lips before downing it quickly and pouring some more.

"I'm sorry that I give a fuck about my best friend! I don't see why you won't just tell me who it is, it's not like you've had a problem tell-"

"Because it's you, Danny! I don't even know what's going on in my own head, that's why you don't get it!" Your voice was loud as you sat your glass down. You turned around and put your finger against his chest harshly. Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just said to him and you took a step back, letting your arm fall.

"You have feelings for me?" Danny asked, his voice barely a whisper. Your face was hot from embarrassment. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything so you just nodded your head, avoiding his gaze. You could feel the tension growing between the two of you, but it wasn't bad tension. You weren't sure how to read the situation.

"Look at me," Danny put his finger under your chin and pushed upward slightly. You finally made eye contact with him and you could feel your hands begin to shake. His eyes were soft and comforting, just like they always were.

"How long?" He questioned. You looked away from him again, your cheeks running hot. How do you tell your best friend that you've had feelings for him for the past three years but never wanted to admit it to yourself let alone him?

"Not that long," You lied. Danny shook his head and moved so you were forced to look at him.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N,"

"Three years..." You admitted softly. Your voice was so quiet that you weren't even sure if he had heard you despite him being directly in front of you. One thing about Danny is that he was always able to read you better than you were able to read yourself. He knew you were upset before you could even process your own feelings. He knew when you were uncomfortable and would find the best possible solution to make you feel comfortable. He knew when you were overstimulated and needed a break. The list could keep going, but Daniel Wagner was able to read you look a book and there was never any use lying to him.

He nodded his head and you couldn't help but scan his face, trying to gauge a reaction from him. He was looking anywhere but at you, and you could feel your heart sink. You didn't know what to do.

"Please say something," Your voice wavered as you rested your hands on the side of his face, trying to get him to look at you. Danny finally made eye contact with you and you felt like your heart was going to explode right out of your chest. His hands rested gently against your hips and he pulled you closer to him, your chests touching.

Instead of saying anything to you, Danny pressed his lips to yours softly. You could both tell you were hesitant in the action but when you both realized this was exactly what you wanted, the kiss deepened. One of your hands remained on the side of his face while the other moved towards the back of his neck. Danny's fingertips dug into your sides slightly and you let out a faint sigh. He pushed you back against the counter and you had to put your hands against the edge to stable yourself.

Danny's lips moved to your neck and you let out a slight whimper. You could feel his teeth graze against the skin on your neck before biting down slightly and soothing the area with his tongue. He repeated the process in a few different spots and you knew you'd be covered in a bunch of little marks by the time he was done with you.

"Upstairs, please," You rushed. He pulled away from you slightly breathless before he picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You couldn't help but laugh as he walked the two of you upstairs.

"Danny, I can walk," You giggled and he shook his head.

"No, it's fine. Your ass is in my face anyway so I'm enjoying the view." You could hear the smirk in his voice as you gasped. Before you could get a response in, Danny laid you on the bed and hovered over you, his leg slotting in between your thighs. You stared up at him and you could feel your heart rate pick up again.

"I need to shower. Join me?" You leaned forward slightly, putting all of your weight on your arms. Danny's eyes flashed to a darker shade and he nodded his head. He stepped back and made his way toward the bathroom. He started the water as you started stripping yourself from your clothes. Danny had stepped out of the room and by the time he came back you were already in the shower. The warm water was running over your skin, helping your muscles relax.

Danny stepped in a few moments later and his arms wrapped around your frame, his chest pushed up against your back. You stood there for a moment to burn the feeling of him pressed up against you into the back of your head. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck before connecting your lips again. It didn't take long for things to get more heated.

You dragged your hands down Danny's chest before wrapping your hand around his cock. He hissed slightly as he leaned his head against your shoulder as he looked down at the scene between you two. His breathing was heavy and he let out a whine here and there. You drug your other hand down his chest as you started sinking to your knees. The feeling of the shower floor wasn't the best, but it was the last thought on your mind. You looked up at Danny as you wrapped your lips around his tip. His eyes fluttered closed as he let out a quiet moan. You took him further into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat and pumping the rest of him in your hand. You never once took your eyes off him, something about his state of bliss was more than arousing.

"Fuck, Y/N," Danny bucked his hips forward causing you to gag slightly and you closed your eyes for a moment to try and rid the tears that pooled in your eyes. You continued working your tongue around him and you watched as his abdomen tightened. You could tell he was getting close from the way his cock twitched in your mouth. You worked against him faster, his moans and whimpers becoming more prominent.

"Shit, don't stop, please," He begged. His fingers tangled in your hair and his breathing started to pick up. It didn't take long for you to bring Danny to his high. His moans were like music to your ears as his legs shook slightly against your touch. You watched the way his face contorted with pleasure, a sight that was going to be engraved in the back of your mind. You could feel the strings of him coating the back of your throat as you made sure to get every last little drop of him. You pulled him out of your mouth with a 'pop' before you stood to your feet. Danny's lips immediately connected with yours, his tongue fighting for dominance with your own. His hands traveled down your chest until he was rubbing circles against your clit. You moaned into his mouth before wrapping your hand around him again.

"Danny," You whined and he nipped at your earlobe.

"I need you to fuck me, please," You begged. He pressed a chaste kiss against your lips before smirking at you.

"Needy little thing," He tsked. You shook your head before smiling at him.

"Says the one who was just a whining mess not even two minutes ago," You gave him a fake pout and you could see the blush appear on his cheeks. You laughed before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around your form. You dried off your body as best as you could and right before you were about to leave the bathroom, you heard the shower water turn off.

Danny stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel loosely around his hips before following you into the bedroom. You walked over to the door and twisted the lock before turning to face him. You pinched the material of your towel and pulled it from your frame, letting it drop onto the floor. Danny's eyes scanned your frame as you walked towards him.

"Can you make me feel good, Danny?" You gave him your best doe eyes and he nodded eagerly. You wrapped your arms around his neck before nibbling at his ear lobe.

"Let me make a mess all over your cock. Show me just how good you can make me feel," You whispered in his ear before pressing a kiss to his neck. Danny let out a shaky breath before pushing you back towards the bed. Danny sunk to his knees in front of you, resting your legs on his shoulders.  He pressed kisses to your thighs before he wrapped his lips around your clit. Your mouth fell open and you couldn't help but let out a whine. Danny looked up at you through his lashes as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His lips wrapped around your clit again for a moment before he slipped two of his fingers into you without warning. You gripped the sheets next to you and you watched the handsome man below you for a moment before your head fell back and your eyes fluttered closed.

He curved his fingers upwards, finding a steady pace, pumping them in and out of you. The feeling of his fingers inside of you plus the way his tongue worked against your clit made you feel dizzy, and you could feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter. Your breaths were uneven as you rocked your hips against his face.

"Fuck, I'm so close," You whimpered. Danny nodded his head as an 'okay' for you to come undone whenever you were ready. It didn't take long for you to reach your peak and you were coming around his tongue and fingers. Your eyes were clamped shut, and your muscles tensed. His movements never slowed down as he rode you through your high.

You were finally coming down but Danny never stopped, the overstimulation making your legs shake and your breaths turned into whines. You tried to push him away but he held your hips in place. You could see the smirk on his face, even with it buried between your legs. Your head fell back and your fingers knotted in his hair as you could feel another orgasm quickly approaching.

"Oh my god," You whined. Before your high had a chance to wash over Danny stopped his movements and pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper from the loss of contact. You sat up and watched as he stood up and adjusted himself on the bed before running his hand over his cock slowly.

"C'mere, babygirl," Was all you needed before you moved and swung your legs over Danny's hips, hovering over him slightly. He ran his tip through your soaked folds and you looked at the scene below you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looked back and forth between your eyes and you nodded. He lined himself up at your entrance and you sat your hand down his chest to support yourself.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life," You lowered yourself down onto him and you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your other hand gripped his shoulder as your head fell forward. You bit down on your lip as he bottomed out inside of you. You sat there for a moment, giving yourself time to adjust before you slowly rocked your hips against him.

"Fuck, Danny," You moaned slightly as you started to pick up your pace, bouncing against his cock. Danny's fingertips dug into your hips, hard enough that you had a feeling it was going to leave bruises.

"God, you feel so fucking good," He groaned as his hips bucked upwards to meet with yours, hitting a deeper part of you.

"Yeah? You like the way I feel wrapped around your cock?" You leaned down closer to his face and ran your thumb across his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

"Shit," His head fell back and you pressed your chest against his before you started leaving marks along his neck. He started pulling your hips down against you as he fucked up into you, causing loud moans and obscenities to fly past your lips. Your clit was rubbing against him so perfectly and you could feel your second orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

In one swift movement, Danny flipped the two of you so you were under him. He put his weight down on one of his arms as the other snuck down between your legs and started rubbing quick circles against your clit. Your moans were turning into moans and whimpers. Your nails connected with his back and they dragged down, causing him to his. His thrusts became sharper and you couldn't help but wrap your legs around his hips.

"Fuck, Danny I'm gonna cum," You whimpered. His movements were quick for a moment before he slowed every down. He bottomed out inside of you and he moved his fingers away from your clit. He pulled back before slowly rolling his hips forward. Your breathing was heavy and you could feel your high leaving ever so slowly, yet knowing you were still on the edge.

"Baby, please,"  You whined and he smiled down at you. You moved your hand to rub circles against your clit but he grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head.

"Beg for me, sweetheart. Tell me how good I'm making you feel." Danny sent a particularly hard thrust into you and you moaned out, the noise bouncing off the walls of the room.

"Please make me cum, Danny, please. You make me feel so fucking good. I want to make a mess all over you, please," Your words came out rushed and breathless but it seemed to work as Danny's hand came down between your legs again and he picked up his brutal pace. Your back arched and you could feel your high rapidly reaching its peak. Your mouth fell open, a near-pornographic moan escaping your lips before you started to see stars.

The sight of you cumming around Danny caused his high to hit him. His pace faltered slightly as he rode the both of you through the near euphoric state you were both in. Danny fell forward slightly, careful to not put his full weight on top of you. Your breathing was uneven as you started to come back too. You hadn't realized how harsh of a grip you had against Danny until you pulled your hands away from his back. You brushed some stray curls out of his face before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He pulled out of you and you let out a breath, already missing the feeling of him. He grabbed the boxers he was wearing previously and slid them up his legs before walking into the bathroom. He came back a few moments later with a rag and he started to clean you up. The rag against your sensitive core cause you to shudder slightly and he laughed.

"Sensitive, are we?"

"Oh, shut up." You rolled your eyes as you sat up. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and tried to regain your strength to stand. You walked over to your clothes and grabbed a pair of shorts and the shirt Danny had been wearing from out of the bathroom. You walked up to Danny, who was putting his hair into a bun, and he smiled at you as you rested your hands against his hips.

"I like it when you wear my clothes. I always have."

"I would hope so since half of my closet is your stuff anyway," You smiled before giving him a chaste kiss. You walked towards the door and unlocked it before making your way downstairs. Danny was right behind you, smacking your ass as you walked down the stairs and you gave him a look over your shoulder.

You walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water to avoid any sort of confrontation from the boys. You heard a snicker from Jake and Sam and you turned to look at them with a raised brow. You opened your water and before you had a chance to say anything...

"Are we going to have to listen to the two of you fuck for the rest of our trip? Because I'll leave right now." Josh said in a flat voice as he rounded the corner.

"Oh my fucking god," Your cheeks went hot as you cracked open your water bottle and started to chug it to distract from the embarrassment. You walked into the living room and you were going to sit on the chair that was against the wall before Danny pulled you down onto his lap.

"I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this to finally happen," Sam said excitedly, a huge grin taking over his face.

"What?" Danny raised a brow at him and Sam looked back and forth between the two of you.

"I mean, not exactly, but the tension between you two is pretty damn obvious. It was only a matter of time before the two of you started dating. Or fucking. Regardless, it happened and I'm excited about it."

"Sam, I don't think-"

"It would've eventually, it was only a matter of time." Danny shrugged as he cut Jake off and you couldn't think of what to say. You turned to look at Danny, your face heating him and he turned his head towards you before pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek

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It was around midnight when Danny had finally come into the bedroom. Thankfully, Josh had agreed to switch rooms with Danny, but he also made it more than obvious he didn't want to sleep in the same bed where you and Danny had fucked. You had been in bed for a while reading, trying your best to relax. When he entered, he immediately flopped down on the bed between your legs. You closed your book slightly, using your finger as a bookmark so you didn't fully lose your page.

"I have an idea," Danny spoke, his sending slight vibrations against your thigh.

"What is your idea?" You had closed your book completely after you looked at what page you were on and you sat it next to you on the bedside table. You tangled your fingers in Danny's hair, gently rubbing his scalp.

"When we get back, let me take you out on a proper date. We'll get a nice dinner, maybe go to Top Golf and have some drinks, we can come home and I can have you for dessert. How does that sound?" He looked up at you, rubbing your thighs slightly and you could feel your cheeks heat up from his last suggestion.

"That sounds perfect." You smiled at him before the two of you went quiet. You continued to run your fingers through Danny's hair, giving him a nice massage as you let your thoughts get the best of you. You were thinking about all of the scenarios that could've happened from today considering the whirlwind of events that had happened.

"Hey, Dan?" You said quietly. He hummed, indicating he was listening as his eyes were closed. His hands rubbed up and down your legs, a motion that could've easily put you to sleep.

"What did you mean earlier when you said it would've happened eventually?" You asked softly. His words from earlier had been stuck in your head and you didn't want to dwell on it any longer.

"I mean think about it, babe, we were friends before we were even born, our parents have sworn up and down our entire lives that we were going to get married, and I've had feelings for you since sixth grade. You were my first kiss." He admitted, eyes still closed. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach and you bit your lip to hold back a smile.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" You asked. Danny moved his head, his chin resting against your thigh.

"Because I wanted you to realize it first. I've known since that day I kissed on the playground inside of the tunnel slide, that I was going to end up with you one day."

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Harvest Moon: Danny Wagner x Reader Blurb

this little blurb is based off of this ask from @acb0116 ! thanks for planting this idea into my little danny heart:,)

description: dancing in the kitchen with Danny to the song "Harvest Moon" by Neil Young.

warnings: none, just pure cheesy fluff

word count: 808

There was something so sincere about dancing with Danny in your shared home. You loved the adoring atmosphere that surrounded the both of you every time he spun you around, causing you to giggle.

So, whenever he was back home during tour, you'd often have your record player set and ready to play whatever vinyl you would have picked for the night.

He walked into the kitchen, noticing that you had set down a Neil Young vinyl onto the record player and setting the needle down onto a specific song.

"What's your choice of song tonight?" He asked you, wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a kiss onto your cheek.

"Harvest Moon," you smiled "it's been a while since we've listened to it. One of my favorites."

He nodded with a hum. "Mine as well."

He grabbed your hand and spun you around quickly, bringing you close to his body as he began to sway with you. His thumb tapped onto your waist to the beat of the music, soft touches, yet meaningful.

Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say.

Just like children sleepin', we could dream this night away.

He hummed to the melody, to which you joined along with him in a slight harmony. Your cheeks radiated with pink as your smile ran to the corners of your eyes. His capability of making you grin was infectious, and you didn't dare to wipe the smile off your face as he locked eyes with you and looked at you with pure adoration.

But there's a full moon risin'. Let's go dancin' in the night.

We know where the music's playin'. Let's go out and feel the night.

His hand lifted your own up and let you spin in a circle, which you did in tune of the music. Once turning to meet his eyes again, you noticed how the highlights of his hair truly shone in the moonlight that radiated through the windows that surrounded the kitchen.

The hand that rested on his shoulder dared to run it through his curls, then falling to his face. He leaned into your touch with shut eyes with a smile whilst humming along to the song.

Because I'm still in love with you. I wanna see you dance again.

Because I'm still in love with you, on this harvest moon.

"I've always loved your curls." You whispered to him.

He shook them lightly teasingly, tickling your hand. You giggled at the feeling of his dark curls brushing against your hand, so you rested your hand back onto his shoulder and continued swaying along with him to the beat.

"And I've always loved you." He said, placing a kiss on top of your head.

"You're cheesy, you know that?" You huffed a laugh through your nose.

"Well, isn't that why you love me?" He grinned.

"Yes, it's something I've always been fond over. But teasing you about it is a bit fun."

He chuckled at you. He brought his hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him and letting your head relax into his chest while he hummed by your ear. His soft voice soothed you as he sang, and you always loved to hear him sing.

"But now it's gettin' late, and the moon is climbing high," he sang softly, "I want to celebrate. See it shinin' in your eyes."

In a playful manner, you lifted your chin to meet his eyes, batting your eyelashes at him as a way of acting out the song. He kept quiet, keeping his eyes on you with his teeth poking out into a crooked smile.

His eyes spoke the most in these kinds of situations, making your heart skip a beat every time he looked at you in this light. You loved soaking up these moments, to watch how his eyes lit up and the corners of his eyes slightly crinkled as his smile ran admirably. He was a perfect individual - everything about him was. You'd always take the opportunity to tell him how much you loved him, and every little detail that made up who he is was mere perfection to you.

Because I'm still in love with you. I wanna see you dance again.

Because I'm still in love with you, on this harvest moon.

As the song slowly died down and led into the next track, he placed a tender kiss onto your lips. Cupping your cheeks, he held your face close to his.

"I always miss this when I'm off on tour." He whispered to you.

"Gives you something to look forward to when you come home." You said to him.

"Always. Thank you," he placed another kiss on your lips, "I love you, on this harvest moon."

You giggled at his reference. "And I love you too, Danny, on this harvest moon."

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Strawberry Wine Masterlist

pairing: barn au: danny x fem!reader (enemies to lovers)

summary: you'd spent the whole summer tormenting the new barn hand, but things were finally reaching that inevitable tipping point where you two would either fall in love or fall apart... or both

total word count: 14k

warnings (for the whole series): language, dirty talk, ~digital penetration~, something to do with a hayloft...?, praise/degradation all that good stuff, language, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, angst, injury (no graphic descriptions), talk of hospitals, language

a/n: i consider this series a "completed work in progress!" you can read what's been written so far and not feel like you've been left on a cliffhanger, but i'm leaving it open to future additions if i ever want to write more for it :)

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Wet Ink and Burning Ice-DRW

d.r.w. x f!reader

Words: 9.7k

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

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

Warnings: 18+ readers only!!!!

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

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

“Bye, Sammy!” you say with a smile. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, sure! You pick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what, sweetheart?”

“Just for being you.”

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[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Valentines Day

Danny x Reader (f)

Warnings: none

Opening the door to your little girls’ room, Danny walks in and softly says, “Happy Valentines my beautiful princesses!” 

The girls sleepily sit up and rub their eyes. Looking at their dad through tired eyes, they see him holding out two roses for each of them. They gasp and jump out of their beds.

“Happy Balentie Day Dada!” The three year old says.

”Happy Vanetine’s Day Daddy!” The five year old shouts.

They both run to Danny, taking their roses and throwing their arms around him. He chuckles and hugs them back. “Okay girls, let’s get you dressed. Do you want to help me make a special Valentine’s breakfast for Mommy?’ He asks.

“Yeah!” They exclaim excitedly. 

“Alright! Mommy is going to be so surprised! Let’s hurry and get you changed so we can make her breakfast before she wakes up!” He says.

Danny helps your girls get dressed in their special pink dresses with little white hearts. Once he got them dressed, he took them to the bathroom to do their hair. Marley, the three year old, got piggies and Aubrey, the five year old, got bunnies. Taking them both by the hand, they head to the kitchen. 

“Okay, kiddos.” He says, clapping his hands together. “What are we thinking? Pancakes? Muffins? Omelette?”

“Muffins and omelettes!” Aubrey says.

“Muffins AND omelettes?” Danny asks. “Let’s do it!”

“Let’s do it!” Marley repeats, clappimg her hands.

For the next hour, they’re busy in the kitchen. The girls love helping mix the muffin batter and pouring it into the muffin tin. While the muffins bake and he makes the omelettes, Danny has them each color a Valentines card for you. When everything is cooked, he takes the girls outside to help pick flowers for you. It ranges from weeds to gorgeous lilacs. Bringing in the flowers, they put them in a vase for you. Plating the food and putting it and the flowers on the kitchen table, they all go to wake you up.

Creeping down the hall, they carefully and quietly open your bedroom door. Marley crawls up into the bed with you and plants a wet kiss on your cheek before saying, “Wake up Mommy!”

Slowly opening your eyes, you look at her and say, “Good morning baby!”

“Happy Valentine's Day!” All three of your loves shout.

“Happy Valentine’s!” You say with a smile.

The four of you all go into the kitchen and you see the feast made especially for you and the beautiful flowers hand picked with love. 

“Oh wow! Look at this yummy food! Did you make this all by yourselves?” You ask, looking at Marley and Aubrey.

Marley nods and Aubrey says, “Well Daddy helped.”

You smile and say, “Well thank you so much for making me breakfast. Are you hungry?”

They nod their heads yes.

“Well then let’s eat!” You say before taking a seat.

Breakfast is filled with love and laughter. The girls telling you all about their morning and Danny chiming in every so often. When the girls finished eating, Danny sends them off to go play in their playroom.

“Thank you for letting me sleep in and for breakfast.”  You say as you gather all the dishes.

“It was my pleasure. You deserve to be pampered.” He says, taking the stack of dirty dishes from you.

“I do, don’t I?” You tease.

“Absolutely! So what would you like to do today?” He asks as he sets the dishes in the sink.

“Hmm, well I thought I’d take the girls to the Children’s Museum. Oh, and I was going to treat my Valentine to dinner at his favorite restaurant. But, he hasn’t asked me to be his Valentine yet.” You tease, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Turning around, he faces you with a smile. “I didn’t know I’d have to ask. So, darling, will you be my Valentine?”

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