Subby Danny Is A Yes!!

Subby Danny is a yes!!

Can I ask for sub danny johnson and fem dom reader? Edging and hand jobs if u don't mind. He's a brat too. 100% fights for dominance but the slightest touch to his little throbbing head and he's putty in ur arms, bucking into ur hand and whimpering like a little bitch. He's also v shy cause he's not used to being a bottom 👉🏽👈🏽

Oooh man this was a bit of a challenge as a certified bottom, but I did my best. Hope you like it <3 also for anyone else who sees this, my requests are on!

Sub! Danny Johnson x Reader

"I want to try something different tonight," you start. 

Danny looks up from the papers he had been toiling over, his faux glasses off but still in his reporter clothes. He had come to your apartment right after work, promising to spend some time with you after he finished up his work. But that had been hours ago.

"Oh? And what would that entail, doll?" He replies, an easy smile forming on his face.

"I want to be in charge," you say, lifting your chin up a fraction higher.

His face stays even, but he raises an eyebrow, questioning you wordlessly. Right. He never let shock or surprise show on his face- always needing to be the one in control, in or out of the bedroom. You stand your ground.

"I think it would be a nice change," you push.

He plays with the pen in his hand, flipping it around while he deliberates, staring you down. After a few moments, he turns away, back to his work. 

"Sure baby, whatever would make you happy. We can do it after I finish up my piece for the paper," he dismisses you, already focused again.

You were prepared for this reaction. For him to not take you seriously, to try and remain in control even while pretending to give it up.

You walk away to your bedroom where he hid his duffel bag of tools for his… Late night outings. You had let him leave it at your place in case the police ever searched his own apartment- as a sign that he could trust you. You dig through the bag, pushing away his ghostface outfit to reveal exactly what you wanted. 

You stride back out to the living room where he sat at your computer desk, and without saying anything, press his own gutting knife to his throat.

He sighs, unphased. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm doing exactly what I said I'd be doing. Taking control." 

You push the knife harder against his throat, finally earning a small gasp. You bend over the side of the computer chair to see that you've drawn a small amount of blood- a little red line now trickling down his neck.

"Can't this wait?" He questions, his voice a little uneven. 

"No, it can't. Stay still." You command while pulling the knife away from his throat and spinning the computer chair around to face you and the rope you were holding in your other hand.

While his eyes were narrowed, he couldn't hide the forming hardness under his work slacks. You let a smug smile creep onto your face as you quickly work to bind his wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles together, using a technique you had taught yourself months ago. Once you finish, you stand back, admiring your work. 

"Are you proud of yourself?" He asks, annoyed. 

"Quite, actually," you reply chipperly. 

"You know I'm allowing this to happen, correct?"

Ah, and there it was. You expected this from him; to try and regain control as quickly as he loses it. You lazily spin the knife around in your hand, showing off yet another skill you had taught yourself in your time of dating a serial killer.

"Actually, I think I could've very easily slit your throat just then when you weren't paying attention-" you watch his cock twitch in his pants "-and I think you'll let me do what I want, or else."

He scoffs. "Fine, do what you want."

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. 

"One more thing, Danny, sweetie…" you coo, taking the tip of the knife to under his chin and pushing his face up to meet yours. "You're going to quit trying to control this with that nasty mouth of yours, and instead put it to better use; Begging me to let you cum." 

His eyes widen as he holds your gaze, and swallows loudly. You give a smirk of approval, and reach down to unzip his slacks, reaching into his briefs to pull out his hardened member. He lets out a deep breath as you begin to work your hand up and down. 

You keep it at an even pace for a bit, listening to his hitched breathing as you both stare each other down. Then you begin to pump faster, and he allows himself to relax into the chair and enjoy himself more.

You look down to see precum forming at his pink tip, and back up to his face to a light blush forming in his cheeks. He begins to buck up into your hand, moving with you as you pleasure him. 

"I want to hear you moan for me," you instruct. 

He grinds his teeth, slowing his bucking. 

"No." 

"Yes," you push.

But he holds his ground, refusing to make any noise. 

You take your hand off of him, and before he can stop himself, he whimpers. The blush in his cheeks grows darker in embarrassment. You smile. 

"See? Little moans and whimpers like that, baby."

"Shut up. Just… Just fucking touch it again," he grumbles. You hum in response. He looks down, then softly murmurs, "...please."

"Good boy," you coo. Reaching back down you begin again, jerking faster than before. He now freely moans, looking anywhere but your face. 

After each noise you go faster, setting a brutal pace as he continues bucking, trying to keep up with you. It isn't long before he's panting along with his whimpers, building up to the edge. 

"Fuck I'm- I'm gonna-" he cries out.

You immediately take your hand off his cock.

He finally looks at you, shocked that you would stop. 

"Beg for it." You say, your tone harsh.

You can see him deciding if it's worth it. You almost laugh at his feeble attempt to still regain control. But he couldn't see what you could see- a flushed face and dick, lust in his eyes, the way he's lightly biting his lip.

After a few more seconds of deliberating, he yet again looks off to the side. Softly, so softly, he manages out a 'please'. You shake your head.

"I'm going to need more than that, honey." You grab his chin, forcing him to look you dead in the eye. "I want you to beg beg. I want you to show how pathetic you are, how much you need it. How much you would do to finally cum."

He lets out a hot breath. "Please, let me cum. I… I need it, so, so fucking bad. I would do anything for it," he nearly cries. You can see his cock still throbbing, begging for release. 

"Good pet," you praise, dropping down to your knees and putting his dick in your mouth. 

"Fuck," he nearly shouts, as you swirl your tongue around the tip, tasting his precum. He begins thrusting into your mouth, and you let him, switching to bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You guessed he was building back up again rather fast by the strained curses he lets out, finally not bothering to take control anymore.

So you reward him by letting him pummel into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat that would have you gagging had you not been more experienced. Your hands move up his thighs and you grip there, holding yourself in place. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, you feel his  warm cum shot miss your tongue all together and hit the back of your throat, immediately swallowing it. You take your mouth off his member with an obscenely wet 'pop', and look up at him, as saliva drips down your chin.

"I told you I'd make you beg for it."

Let me love this man!!

Give me danger

Brahms Heelshire x Male S/O

Tw: not really, if you really read into it's kinda suggestive but not that much

Reader is horny for danger tbh it's me, it's you, it's the slasher community

1205 words

Your job was anything besides normal, but you couldn’t care less. You always liked the unusual, the creepy.

You even had a little collection of weird-looking dolls, so being the nanny of a little porcelain boy wasn’t hard for you.

You were drowning in debts, so when that old couple gave you the job you were grateful more than anything. You knew well that people had different coping mechanisms, especially with a tragedy like that, so you didn’t ask anything else.

Yeah, you thought that hiring a male nanny after several female ones was kind of strange but again, humans are complicated.

You find yourself very comfortable in that old house, it was a beautiful property, full of books and a lot bigger than every apartment you once lived in. It had a beautiful aesthetic where you often found yourself lost in, pretending you were the main carácter in an old goth novel.

Until the noises appeared. You lived in insecure places, full of crime and danger since you were a baby, so your parents had taught you to be always on your guard, paying attention to your surroundings and aware of any danger in there. Since you had embraced the role of the second male in the house, protecting your mother, you had become rather paranoid with noises.

And even if that house was old, it was full of out-of-place noises.

When the voice of the Little boy started to talk to you, you had sighed, relieved of dealing with a ghost, one rather sad than vengeful. Your parents always told you that it was worst to deal with live people.

Even you had liked your little chats. He was very curious about your life. Your likes, dislikes, and hobbies.

You liked to write so whenever you had the chance, you write some tale for him and that made him very happy.

The company of a ghost was weird but warm at the same time. He always tried to be complimented by you and telling him that he had been a good boy was rather adorable.

That, until you had been out for a long long time, gathering things that Malcolm couldn’t bring to the house.

When you came home that day, Brahms had trowed a tantrum in your bedroom, and when you tried to talk to him and listen to his angry arguments, you knew that that voice wasn’t the voice of a child and that your missing clothes were another sign of a rather adult person with iffy tendencies.

There was no ghost at all.

Of course, you could have run, you could have escaped from that unnerving situation but somehow you found yourself fond of Brahms, child or not.

The history itself of his sad ending made it difficult to think about leaving. You had a fear of loneliness, so you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

—I’m so sorry Brahms, I didn’t want to upset you, I just forgot —you said, trying to apologize, talking to the walls where you know he had been hiding all along.

—That wasn’t nice— he said in that child-like tone. Now it made you quite uncomfortable, but you wanted to hear him regardless.

—I know and I’m sorry. I just thought that you wouldn’t mind and well, I thought that you would see me even in the supermarket. Ghosts know how to be everywhere — you pushed, trying to get a reaction from him.

—I’m not a ghost Y/N— Brahm’s voice was beginning to break from his childish form, turning into his real mature form. He wasn’t angry anymore…right?

—I don’t know what you are, Brahmsie, I have never seen you — you were kinda nervous, but you wanted to see him. You didn’t think he would want to kill you, if that were the case, you had been already dead.

—You want to see me? — he asked with his soft, childish tone.

—Yes, we know each other, no? You have seen me every day but I just know your voice — Brahms didn’t answer quickly, you heard his footsteps for the first time, he wanted you to hear them. And then, something in the library.

You walk there, slow and cautious until you saw his tall frame in a corner f the room.

—So, you are the original Brahms—you tried to sound chill and composed but the fact that you had been living with a man for those months, one that used that weird doll mask inside the walls, made you realize that you were, in fact, in the dangerous wolf pack since day one.

The man whispered a yes while walking slowly towards you.

Your parent’s words punched your brain with guilt. You really could have died.

But somehow you were alive…why?

—Why I’m here, Brahms? — you asked letting him touch your hand. His skin was warm, with dust and other ashy textures from the construction materials of the walls. His figure was rather attractive and you punched yourself internally for thinking like that. You didn’t know the intentions of this man and you were there, admiring his black curls and strong demeanor.

—They said you were mine. Mom and dad. That you were mine and you’ll take care of me — the way he said mine made you shiver but you didn’t try to put distance between his hand and yours. They told you that they had a lot of candidates, but Brahms had chosen you. It was something that he didn’t want to tell you, he didn’t know how you’ll react but he choose a male as his nanny out of curiosity. Female ones haven’t worked well so far but then he saw you, with your smirk, your stubble, and your bushy eyebrows. So tough and strong…and he really really liked you in that way that made him embarrassed and hot.

You thought it was more of his parents choosing you, because as a man, even one of the shorter side like you, was strong enough to take care of the house, not only of Brahms the doll.

But now…

You didn’t know what to do or say. You weren’t captive, not yet at least. You know how weird this situation was, how dangerous and still…you wanted to stay. And you didn’t like the reason behind it.

He was kinda sweaty and the smell of that sweat made your feet steady on the floor. It was the adrenaline, the danger, the creepy situation that made you eager to stay in the house.

You knew he could be dangerous and that made you shiver with anticipation. You hated yourself for that.

—I’ll take good care of you, Brahms…I promise — you said taking a chance to caress his curls sweetly. He whined like a puppy and got closer to you.

At this point, you were more afraid of yourself, of that dark zone in your mind and heart that made you stay.

When Brahms put his hands on your back and tried to give you an awkward hug, you welcomed that dark part in yourself, with a hand in his curls and the other in his waist, you cherished the thought of more contact between the two of you.

Even so, you were eager for more.

I'm always a fucker for poly ships, and Joey and Frank!! *Chef kiss*

I am sooooo happy!!! Thank you a million for your writing! I hope I didn't request too much. I do not wish to burn you out. Please take your time. 🙇‍♂️

I would love to request a nsfw oneshot or stories for Poly! Frank x Joey x male reader, if you are okay with that. I imagine that they all just agree to start dating as a boyfriend, and this is their very first night together to do naughty things. 👀

It would be much appreciated to include degradation and marking kink, like how you portrayed Frank and Joey in the headcanon. Extra blood points if there are fluffy aftercare by those two dork 🥺

Again, please only write this if you feel like to. I appreciate your writing so much and I hope you have a wonderful day. 😇

   No worries my sweet anon, I love writing for you so I don't mind. As always thank you for the compliments <3

Joey x Frank X Male Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Very suggestive themes, slight violence, Nsfw

The leaves crunched under Frank’s feet as he began walking into the trial, the sun shining on him as he breathed softly through his mask from the heat.

Frank began walking towards generators, watching them carefully as he looked for other survivors. You on the other hand strolled through the map, feeling a bit mischievous.

Anyone would take the chance to do something other than working on gens, running away, your typical objectives in a trial. Boring, you wanted something different, something more.

As you crouched by a thing of hay, watching your teammate Meg work on a gen you chuckled, pulling out a firecracker near her lighting it causing her to scream and blow up the gen. 

“Hey what are you doing!? Now we’re both gonna get caught because of you!” You couldn't care less what Meg had to say, nobody really cared for her anyway, including you. If anything it’s payback for all the times she left you and your friends to fend for yourselves.

“Oh calm down, learn to live a little”  you said as Meg scoffed at you in response, as both your heartbeats began to pump. 

Meg took off within an instant, you watched as you chuckled to yourself.

You watched as the killer approached the gen, your eyes fluttering as you saw who it was, Frank from the legion. You felt your face warm up as you got lost staring at him. 

As soon as Frank kicked the gen he looked in your direction, noticing your cute demeanor you were giving off. He smirked under his mask, looking at you with the same loving stare. 

Frank lifted up his mask before speaking. “You need something pretty boy?” having a smirk on his face. 

You blushed as you pointed in the direction Meg ran to. “She ran that way, i’ll be happy to speak to you again once it’s just the two of us” you said, relaxing your eyes to let him know what exactly you wanted from him, having a certain someone else in your mind too.

Frank let out a small chuckle, winking at you. “Sure thing, gorgeous~” he pulled down his mask, walking over to the direction you pointed towards. 

You leaned against the wood next to you, already getting turned on as you felt yourself harden within seconds. “Ah shit-” you mumbled. You couldn't help the feelings that hit you, that wink, that smirk, goddamn were you head over heels over Frank and his handsome, hot significant other Joey. 

You sighed, covering your eyes with your arm. You wanted them both so bad, no, no this isn't a want this is a need. You can’t control yourself, every time you see them, their frame making you crave their bodies against you, their deep, dark voices sending shivers down your spine as they degrade the survivors with insults.

You sat down, trying your best to compose yourself as Frank slaughtered your team with no effort. Sure they’ll be upset with you once you get back but did you care? Hell fucking no. 

A night with Joey and Frank is all you wanted. They’ll get over it anyway, they always do. 

The sound of the hatch closing could be heard as Frank approached you, kneeling down to your level as he slid his mask aside once again. 

“Look at you, willing to sacrifice your friends just to talk to me? Naughty, naughty” he said while grinning and tilting his head to the side.

You blushed, trying your hardest not to blurt out how madly in love you were with him and his partner. That’d be mad, he could kill you right on the spot if you were to say that.

Frank chuckled as he suddenly gripped your hair with a tight grasp, pulling your ear towards his mouth by your hair. “I know you want us just as bad as we want you so meet us at the red forest, yeah?” you looked up at him before you spoke “course~” 

He grinned once more, roughly letting go of your hair, walking away.

You smiled, as you sat up beginning to walk to the exit, blushing and taking sharp breaths as your realization hit you. Frank and Joey want you?? All this time fantasizing about them and they actually feel the same? It really is a dream come true. 

As you appeared back to the campfire you silently stepped into the trail leading to the red forest,  not wanting to draw any attention to yourself as you knew your previous team would be waiting to lecture you.

As you walked on the trail the sound of crickets, owls could be heard. You watched as the moonlight shined down on you. The view of fireflies lighting up around you made you feel happy, excited. The scene was almost too perfect for the three of you.

As you entered the red forest you looked around, seeing nobody in sight. You sighed thinking they were toying with you and made you walk here just to make fun. Hell it’s the legion Afterall, you never know what to expect.

That’s what you had thought, until you felt a pair of slim hands trail up your waist, giving your hips a tight squeeze, as you let out a soft moan from the feeling.

“Hey, Frank told me all about you, and how gorgeous you are. He wasn’t lying either” You realized it was Joey, blushing as you looked up at him. 

“H-hi Joey” you said shyly, admiring his features as you grinded against him ever so slightly. You couldn't help yourself. You were madly in love and needed him. 

“Hi baby” he said, smiling at you, grinding his cock into you with the same rhythm you did, earning small huffs and wines from you. Just him grinding against you felt good, oh how it'll feel once he’s inside.

“Having fun without me already?” Frank shouted, appearing from the shadows of the trees.

Joey gently let go of you as he walked towards Frank, grabbing his hand and pulling him in for a sweet kiss on the lips. 

“There you are, I missed you my handsome man” Joey said, smiling softly at Frank. Frank smiled back at him, giving him a few smooches on his lips back. “Awh look at you, you’re so cute. I love you so” he said, as he touched noses with Joey. 

You were in complete awh, they’re absolutely perfect for each other, hoping you were the piece that glued everything together. 

Joey held his hand out to you, as you grabbed it he pulled you in between the both of them. Joey was pressed up behind you once more as he placed soft kisses on your neck, sliding down your shirt so he could kiss your shoulders too. 

Frank was in front of you, grinding your cocks together as he started making out with you, exploring your mouth with his tongue. “Mm you taste so good~” Frank said, still kissing you as you felt the vibration in your mouth. 

Frank pulled away watching as the saliva string that connected you both dropped on the grass beneath you both. Frank winked at you before grabbing Joey’s chin, kissing him in that same passionate, suggestive way, pulling away as he spoke, face inches away from Joey's. 

“He tastes good right?” Joey nodded, grabbing your neck tightly as he kissed you too, exploring your mouth, similar but yet so different from Frank. As he pulled away he bit your bottom lip, smirking after.

“Yeah really fucking good” Joey said, releasing your throat as you looked back at Frank, immediately seeing the lust in his eyes.

Joey saw it too, letting you go as Frank began to manhandle you to the bedroom in the cabin. Joey followed close behind as he bent you on the table in the bedroom, taking you doggy style while Frank stood in front of you.

Joey teased your entrance with his tip at first, rubbing his cock on the outside of your entrance as he began pushing inside you. “A-ah Joey please~” you let out a cute moan causing a chuckle from Joey as he grabbed your waist, letting you adjust to his size as he slowly began to pound into you. 

You were a moaning mess, the way he grabbed your waist and used you like a fucktoy had precum oozing from your cock. 

Frank roughly grabbed your hair once more as he pulled his boxers down and pressed his tip on your lips, teasing you. 

“You were such a bitch to your teammates today, letting them die just to get fucked by us? How pathetic” Joey chuckled at what Frank said to you, joining in with him. 

“Bet your little survivor friends hate you huh? The little bitch boy traitor” he said, laughing in between groans and huffs of pleasure. 

“I- ah~” you couldn't even speak if you wanted to, the way Joey stretched you out and hit all the right places had you clawing the table, wanting nothing more than to be in this position forever. 

Frank began to push his cock in your mouth, tugging on your hair as you licked, and sucked all his sensitive veins. He contorted his chest and abs as you sucked him off so perfectly. “God fucking damn what a little brat” Frank said, getting cut off by his own groans. 

Joey and Frank kissed each other a few times while they both fucked you senseless,  you could feel both of them were getting close by how their cocks twitched, breaths of air becoming quick.

Joey pounded into you as he came, filling you up with his seed as he huffed and groaned from the stimulation. 

Frank fucked your mouth hard and fast, having no mercy on you. As he came inside your mouth he whined and panted, ruffling  your hair as he released you from his grasp, pulling out of your mouth.

“C'mon what do you say baby? Let’s mark him like a little slut” Frank said to joey, grabbing your chin to look up at him. “He’s way too cute not to” Joey nodded, pulling your body close to his as he lightly continued to pound into you, leaning back a bit. 

Frank got closer to you, kissing your stomach and waist line. Smirking against your skin as he did this. He bit everywhere he could that was pleasurable for you, sucking and kissing you like you were a god. 

Joey did the same as he marked up your neck and shoulders, earning soft moans from you. 

Joey panted as he came again, not as much but enough to have you tearing up from how good it felt, you've never experienced such pleasurable sex until now. He pulled out, kissing your cheek as he held you up, after all there's no way you could walk after tonight. 

Frank began cleaning you up with a soft towel he saved in the room, gently cleaning you off and offering you some of his clothes to wear, pjs to be exact. Joey hugged you from behind, running his hands up your sides to help you calm down from your high. 

Once everyone had changed out their clothes Joey threw them in a basket, picking you up softly (bridal style) as he stared at you, moving loose strands of hair out your face. 

“You’re so cute y’know?” Joey said, carrying you to the bed as he softly placed you down on it, snuggling behind you and giving soft kisses on your ear. 

You were too tired to answer, but that’s ok cause Frank answered for you. “He better know how cute he is, I wouldn't have let him romance me otherwise. So adorable” he said before snuggling in front of you, pulling you into his chest as he nuzzled your hair.

You fell asleep almost instantly as Joey pulled the blanket over the three of you.

“Goodnight my loves” Joey said as he smiled at both you and Frank. “And goodnight to my pretty boyfriends” Frank said back, earning a quiet chuckle from Joey. 

The midnight crickets could be heard, making you all fall into a deep, deep sleep.

I may be masc, but I would allow them

How would they be in marshmallow hell? It's funny to imagine😂 and reader just does it alot especially when they get back and they miss them

Omg I never knew about this term until you mentioned it hahaha, this was very fun to make 😂

Here we go! ✨✨✨

Nothing is better for Mikey than having a good "bath" 😏 and snuggling with you before sleep, after a long killing spring ☺️💕

Brahms loves to bury his face in you chest, whenever you go out of the house, he do this in any occasion actually 😆, Brahms is baby and needs all you attention 😂

Tommy was in the basement all day, the only thing he was thinking is in hugging you and cuddle with you, don't make him wait Y/N 🥺💕💕

Bubba gets all tired from working all day, the only he wants is to cuddle with you buried in you soft chest 🥰, the best thing in the world!... meanwhile it last 😆

Jason is always ready to watch movies with you when he came from "working" on the forest, hug him tight because you two gonna watch scary movies all night🤣

My poly heart!!! *Slurps up the meal*

Poly Legion dating HCs

Genre- fluff

Pairing- Frank x gn reader x Joey

Pronouns- They/them

Warnings- none

Note- Nobody asked for this, but I was very bored so I wrote this so, yeah. I am a little rusty, seeing how I haven’t wrote any good lately, so please forgive me if it’s bad. Anywho, please enjoy :-)

Your relationship started when you caught Joey’s eye in a trial, seeing how you were very tricky to catch.

You were working hard on one of the last generator with Jane. You had jumped off of the nearly complete generator and ran off, successfully distracting The masked killer from Jane and the generator.

Having that said, the wild goose chase had commenced. You led Joey through the depths of the Raccoon City Police Station; all while you were serving him some of the best jukes anyone had ever seen.

After the trial, he sat around the campfire with the other killers and complained to this boyfriend, Frank about how much you were a pain in the ass. Hearing the story of how you managed to out smart Joey, caused Frank to be interested in you too.

The next couple of weeks consisted of the two men watching you from the side lines. They learned that you were a very witty, smart, and kind person.

Once you got into a trial with the Legion(Frank) again, he avoided (or at least tried to avoid) hooking you.

This, of course did not go unnoticed by you. This keep happening to you during trials. The two would even sometimes talk to you.

This went on for a couple more weeks until Frank decided to invite you into the relationship. Seeing how this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, you accepted to offer.

You decided to keep the relationship hidden for now, seeing how the other survivors would start some type of drama about the relationship.

This of course, leads to secret dates that consist of you three taking walks in the woods, sneaking off to star gaze and cuddle, and even take trips to the resort.

At the resort, you guys would listen to various bands, tell crazy stories about life before the entity’s realm, playing card games (mostly poker), watch old movies from a projector, and you guys would commonly sleep there after your little dates.

Speaking of sleeping, you would be the little spoon, Frank would not allow you to be a big spoon. Joey on the other hand, would not mind taking turns with being little spoon and big spoon with you.

After particularly difficult trials, Joey will patch you up while Frank watches from a distance, with a sour face.

How dare anyone hurt his precious baby and get away with it?!?

Frank will try and beat who ever hurt you up. He doesn’t care if it was the Nemesis or Michael. He will one way or another, inflict some type of pain into them.

*slurps* I would love this to happen, but but not a complete stranger

Hiya! I read your recent Pinhead one-shot and adored it, your writing is so good. Can I request a Ghostface NSFW one-shot where he call’s his next victim but she happens to be masturbating? And they end up having phone sex. I would really appreciate it and if you do please let me know if you take payment or even if I can give you a tip! <3

Oh my gosh thank you so much! I actually gasped when I read this request, I fucking love this idea I hope I did it justice lol. I still get kinda insecure when writing smut even though I've read some not-so-great erotica and still be turned on by it so does it matter? Either way, practice is practice haha.

delicious (nsfw, 18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, degradation, | note: the title comes from the charli xcx song, somehow not a tswift song for once! | word count: 1.8k

Perhaps your mother had been right in not allowing you to have a phone in your bedroom growing up.

But perhaps it was that very same denial that made you determined to have one in your room when you lived on your own, living out a childhood dream of being able to chat to friends on your own phone in your own room. Not that it got much use, with you rarely being home enough to answer calls and it being even rarer for your friends to even bother calling.

The phone became more like a bedside decoration than serving any real functional purpose in your life, except for when you wanted to call in sick to work or order takeout from the comfort of your own bed. You forgot, it seemed, that phones could actually be kind of a nuisance.

It had been a slow week of long hours at your work, and every class you took seemed to have major assignments due within the past three days. You could’ve cried from relief when you finally got home and had the freedom of the weekend in front of you. You didn’t envy the students pouring their way into parties and bars, though you might have felt a twinge of nostalgia for when you were one of them.

But just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the rest of your night and have some fun with yourself. Once you were out of your work clothes and into your chosen sleepwear for the night (which was simply a big t-shirt), you plopped onto your bed, all the stress and tension leaving your body as soon as you hit the soft surface.

You roll over onto your back, lazily running your hand down your body. You don’t waste time messing with your chest, instead moving directly to your underwear, slipping your hand inside. There was no need to tease yourself, after all.

You had just begun to slowly circle your clit, feeling a bit more sensitive than usual, when the phone started ringing.

Your eyes snapped open, hand still in your underwear. At first, you barely recognized the sound of it, only knowing that the piercing tones had interrupted your alone time. But once your tired and horny brain fog cleared- if just slightly- you glared over at your bedside table.

From where you were laying, you could see the caller ID display, though it only provided you with “UNKNOWN CALLER” on the tiny green screen. You shifted your gaze slightly to your alarm clock, which dimly displayed 11:37 PM. That’s a bit late for a salesperson to call, and your friends would have been announced through the ID display, had they decided to call this late.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach and the nagging itching in the back of your brain to remember something you saw in passing on a newspaper at the store, you waited for the phone’s ringing to end.

Settling back in, you slowly get back into the proper headspace for touching yourself, resuming your slow movements. You wanted to both take it slow tonight and really enjoy it, and seek your pleasure as fast as possible, needing the release it promised after the week you’ve had.

As a compromise between the two desires, you started to pick up the pace, feeling yourself get slightly wetter from your touch.

The phone rings again.

You curse, this time sitting up and snatching the phone off the hook, but not before seeing that this, too, was from an unknown caller (likely the same one from before, you thought in the back of your mind).

“What?” Normally you would never answer the phone this way, but it was way past decent calling times, and you were fucking tired.

But in response, there was nothing. You were starting to wonder if you had somehow not picked up the phone in time for the call to go through when you realized you could faintly hear someone breathing on the other end.

Great.

One of these calls.

You were hardly ever in the mood to deal with prank calls, let alone when you were just trying to destress after a long, exhausting week. You just wanted a fucking break.

“Listen, asshole-”

“I can see you.”

You manage to catch yourself before you’re able to vocally react, instead somehow calmly looking over at your window. The blinds are shut. You don’t doubt that someone, if determined enough, could find a way to peek inside, but you doubted that the man on the phone was that pervert.

“Liar.”

On the other end, the man lets out a chuckle. And you realize, despite yourself, that his voice is kinda attractive, at least for a creep.

“Made you look.”

Scratch that. Very attractive.

Biting your lip, you lay back down, the horny side of your brain pushing you to start your movements again. You have no plan- ideally he would hang up and you would be able to fully indulge yourself, but as the seconds pass without the telltale click of the line being cut you figure this won’t happen.

“What do you want, weirdo?” You can’t help but throw the insult in, figuring he deserves it for interrupting you twice. Not that he knew he was doing it, but either way it didn't matter to you.

“You wound me.” His voice is deep and expressive, and you are definitely getting wetter listening to him speak.

“Good.” You chuckle, but it’s breathless in the way that only someone who was currently masturbating (as you were) would sound.

He’s silent for a moment, and you begin to pick up your pace, adding pressure to your movements, the occasional jolt of pleasure running through your body distracting you from the fact that it was definitely louder than you realized.

“Are you fucking yourself right now?” He doesn’t sound offended (thank goodness), but he does sound confused. You, on the other hand, are suddenly too mortified to examine his tone and you only realize this fact after.

“Shit!” You pull the phone away from your face, as if that lessens the impact of the fact that you were just caught masturbating by a stranger. “I’m sorry, fuck-”

“No- keep going.”

You definitely did not hear that right. You put the phone back to your ear.

“I’m sorry? No-”

“I said, keep going.” Oh boy. If his voice was attractive before when he was just casually talking with you, it didn’t compare to how hot it was when he gave you a command. “You had no problem being a slut before, so you shouldn’t have one now.”

“I- okay. I just feel awkward now.” All of the bravado you felt earlier had quickly dissipated once you were caught.

He hums on the other end of the line and you wait impatiently for his response.

“Would it help if I told you what to do?”

This was certainly not how you had anticipated your night ending up, but you weren’t complaining. How often would you get the chance to have consequence-free phone sex with a complete stranger?

This could very well be the only time in your entire life you would have this thrilling opportunity, and you weren’t going to let it pass you by.

“I think so.” You could hear the man getting comfortable, the rustling of fabric faint in the background on his end. You wondered if it was him getting his cock out.

“Are you still touching yourself?”

“...Yes.” You’d slowed down after you’d been caught, but never fully stopped.

“Play with your clit for me.”

“O-okay.” It was a simple and vague instruction, but something that you could quickly comply with, given that your hand had barely moved from its earlier position. You resumed stroking it, noticing that you had gotten significantly wetter since you’d first picked up the phone. Not quite dripping, but enough to signify that you were definitely turned on by the situation you had found yourself in.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Your hips jerked at the praise, and you bit your lip to hide your moan. But you clearly didn’t do a good job of it, because the man on the other end chuckled, the sound once again going straight to your pussy.

“Oh, did you like that?”

“Y-yes.” If you were of sound mind you would be embarrassed by how quickly this man had managed to reduce you to the stuttering mess you were now.

“Put the phone on speaker, and don’t even think about holding back any of those little noises.” You rush to comply, fumbling slightly with controlling your non-dominant hand.

“Done.”

“Good. Close your eyes.”

“...Okay.”

“Are you still touching your clit?” You hum in response.

“Just how fucking wet are you right now?”

You gasped, rhythm faltering. “Very.” Your voice is breathy, shaking as you stumble over the single word. “Fuck, please tell me something- anything. Wanna hear what you want.”

“Yeah?” You can now hear the distinct noise of him jerking off on the other end, and you’re certain he must be able to hear the sloppy noise your own movements are creating. “I wanna to fuck you so hard you won’t be walk right for a week, every movement you make a reminder of how much I fucking own you. You’re mine, got that? My little slut, just a fuck toy for me to fill up.”

You shuddered, turning your head against your pillow.

“You want that, want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, please, I want your cum, oh my god,” you’re mumbling, words you don’t truly mean but your brain is far too gone to think about the things you’re saying.

Plus, he’s just a stranger, someone you’ll never meet. You can say whatever you want, it doesn’t even matter.

“I wanna make you cum on my cock, feel your tight little pussy around me-fuck,” You wished, briefly, you knew what he looked like, so you could properly imagine him fisting his cock, the muscles in his arm straining as he made himself go faster, chasing his release.

“I want it, I want it, please,” You were just saying the same thing over and over again, too close to your climax to think of anything sexier to say.

“Are you gonna cum?” His voice was strained, almost muttered out.

“Yes, yes- please I need it, fuck-”

“Then do it. Cum for me like a good little girl.”

And with his permission, you comply, continuing your litany of curses and pleas as your back arches, your orgasm crashing through your body. Gasping, eyes and mouth open, continuing to touch yourself until your body screamed at you to stop from the overstimulation on your clit.

On his end, he lets out a long, low groan as he reaches his climax in the midst of your own. In the back of your mind you wish you were more present to fully enjoy the noise he’s made, to revel in the fact that you did that to a total stranger.

Once you both have come back down from your high, the line is silent. You have no idea what to say, how to even continue a conversation from here. For a moment you contemplate just hanging up and going to sleep, but he beats you to the chase with a line that turns your racing blood to ice.

“See you soon.”

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ao3 link | part two