#p:danny

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Last Night || Danny & Kurt (07/16)

Kurt hummed softly to himself while he walked back and forth from the closet to the couch, where his suitcase was open, a pair of buds in his ears to listen to some music while he packed. He wasn’t one to leave things to the last minute, so he decided to pack everything he felt he wouldn’t be using anymore, and only leaving the essencial to take on the carry-on bag for the next day. Almost everyone was out, enjoying what was left of their last day there, some going outside the resort, others simply enjoying the facilities there, like Kurt did, doing some last minute shopping in the morning, and then going to the resort’s spa, before he finally got to relax, and pack while he was by himself. 

Wearing only a pair of briefs, he grabbed his towel and headed down the hall to where the bathroom was, and the music in his ear didn’t allow him to know in advanced that there was someone already in there. When he opened the door, he was encountered face first with the image of a very naked Danny, apparently about to get into the shower. “Holy Jes- Sir!” he jumped, almost crashing his face with the door, before regaining his posture. “I’m sorry. I thought I was alone” he said, quickly removing the earbuds off. He was torn between feeling awkward, and also immediately aroused by the downright sinful image in front of him. “I.. I’ll leave you be, Sir-” he started to say, then bit his lip down a little. “- unless you need an extra hand to wash your back. I would happily volunteer for that.”

@domdannyandrews

[dom-bastiansmythe]

A Fine Entrée || Sebastian & Danny (02/28)

Dressed in black slacks and shirt, with no tie, Sebastian whistled a soft tune while making his way down the stairs, from the level where the penthouses were, to the one where de Dominants suites were, a bottle of red wine in his hand as he walked along the hallway and made his way to where Danny’s suite was. He even walked past the door of his former suite and smiled at all the fond, and also hot memories that were made inside that suite. The smile that came on his face was also due to the excitement that came whenever he had the chance to have fun with someone new, and that someone was as hot as Danny Andrews was, that was a fine adition. He came up to where the door was and knocked, then stepped back and leaned against the wall in front of it, his foot resting on it while he waited for the man to get to the door.

@domdannyandrews

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On-Call || Danny & Kurt (03/03)

Kurt felt buzzed about the fact that he would get to participate in the preparation of the party Kyla was having at some point. Planning was one of his many favorite things. But the truth was, no amount of planning would ever top the excitement about getting to have a scene with Danny on that Friday night. After having to wait the entire week for it, he had a built up of good nerves brewing inside of him. He had no doubt he was in for a treat that night. Dressed in dark green booty shorts and a black tank, both pieces of clothing clinging dangerously to the curves of his body, he had a skip on his step as he made it up the stairs, and down the hallway where Danny’s suite was. After he knocked, he stepped back and got down on his knees, just like the Dominant had previously ordered him.

@domdannyandrews

[archer-clarington]

Kink Safari: Strength Training

Featuring: @domdannyschue with @archer-clarington and @tristanclarington with @submissivejberry

Archer knelt, naked and obedient, on the stage while Danny and Tristan took the lead with explaining why strength training was important and why exactly you might want to have a ripped sub, other than the obvious. He flexed his pecs while Tristan did his thing with Joe, even winking at a woman in the crowd who was staring at him with obvious interest. 

Eventually, it came time to be his turn to show off, and he got to his feet upon Danny's command. He had been hard from the get-go, knowing that they wanted to jump right into the meat of the demonstration, given the time limit. He waited for Danny's instructions, but when he got them, he lifted the Dom up with two hands at his waist. He gave the woman in the audience another wink before moving Danny over to a wall, pressing the other's back into it. It took some of the weight away from Archer's muscles, but definitely not all. Mostly, it meant that he was able to shift Danny's weight to one arm and use the other to line himself up with the Dom's hole. "Ready, Sir?" he asked quietly, and when he got an affirmative response, he slid Danny down onto his hard cock. He swore in pleasure as he shifted away from the wall, taking the Dom's full weight with his arms as he began to fuck him. He stayed by the wall for safety's sake, but otherwise, he lifted and lowered Danny on his cock, building up a slow rhythm. 

As they fucked, Archer obeyed any orders he was given and grunted with the continued effort of holding the other man's weight while so deeply aroused. He knew he couldn't come if he set him down, though, so he pushed through the pain until, after what felt like an eternity, he was given permission to come. He swore again, more loudly this time, as he let go deep inside of Danny, and he carefully set him back down on the stage as quickly as possible afterward. Once he was sure Danny had his balance, Archer dropped down onto his knees to keep himself steady while the others wrapped up the demonstration.

[alejandro-lodge]

Hot for Teacher | Danlex

Alex was the first to arrive at the classroom Danny had indicated, and he chose to wait for him inside. He set his school bag down on the first desk by the door, and rather than sitting down in the desk chair, he got down onto his knees, a couple of feet back from the door. He was nervous about both elements of their scene, but he had had a good experience with Danny once before, and he trusted him to get him through this as well--and to make it enjoyable while he was at it. When the Dom walked into the classroom, he looked up with a smile. “Hi, Sir,” he said. “Are you ready to, um... to study?” @domdannyschue

[ccgyu-blog]

The Cornjuring

@ccxdanny

He's a figure shrouded in legend: the former golden boy of the league, known for his lightning speed, silent steps, and deadly handle on a scythe. If he were in his prime again, then rookies would double-take watching him do anything mundane. Nobody would believe that the Reaper would be doing anything as ordinary as grocery shopping.

“Danny, what in the hell is q-u-i-n-o-a?” he mutters. Sunggyu squints at the grocery list in his hands. Are the letters blurry or is his eyesight strained enough, he needs to get checked for glasses? He shrugs, hands the list to his son -- who’s double-buckled in their shopping cart for extra safety -- to hold, and looks back to Danny. 

“Ah, but she writes it so prettily! I might not know what “kween-oh-ay” is, but isn’t her handwriting beautiful?” he says. “I wonder what she plans on making with it...” 

He’s caught in a sudden daydream of his wife -- so beautiful, so intelligent, so worldly. She’s always surprising him with special meals she learned to make while in Europe. Meanwhile, the fanciest dinner he offer in return is a microwavable Jimmy Dean sandwich. Cooking isn’t his strength, but he tries making up for his lack of culinary skills in other aspects of their marriage. 

Sunggyu hums in delight and pushes the shopping cart forward. But if Danny doesn’t pull him down from cloud nine soon, the legendary Reaper is about to crash right into a pyramid of powdered donuts. 

[clea-clemmons-blog]

A little too late-

Night after night of swinging around poles was shaping up to be far more stressful than meeting with the clients you could expect. The unpredictable nature of many of the men who came to the club where she worked had left Clea shot, she had spent weeks trying to get over the meeting she had with Danny all the while avoiding the life she had once known before leaving after her stay in the hospital. She had found very little solace these days, working two jobs to make ends meet while the club took a bit of a hit around the slower parts of the year. Behind the counter of the restaurant she’d landed a job at, thanks to a stellar recommendation to from a reluctant ex Clea took it all in, the people coming to celebrate anniversaries, birth dates, proposals and first dates, it made her head swim and her stomach roll, but with the toss back of a straight shot she took her note pad and headed to her first table of the night.

Swinging around other waiters and patrons Clea glancing down at her feet to remove her pen from behind her ear begun scribbling over the paper, “Hi, I’m Clea and I’ll be your server-” Looking up her smile faltered and her eyes flashed honest pain when she was met with familiar dark eyes and tousled hair, her lips twitched into a smile that dropped as soon as she realized he was here on a date. Dropping all pretenses Clea could hardly contain herself, turning her attention to the brunette sitting across from her Danny- used to be her Danny. Narrowing her eyes she looked the girl up and down, “This is a family restaurant...” She said slowly as if she were implying the girl was out of place, and she was, it was wrong, this was all wrong and nothing about it made her want to be nice. Running her tongue along the inside of her cheek she cut her eyes towards Danny, “Do you just want to skip the meal and go a head and take her home? She looks like she’s down.”

[clea-clemmons-blog]

second star: Danny & Clea

The hole in the bedroom wall reminded Clea of a fight that hadn’t been too long ago, since then she had finally made a doctor appointment for the wellness of herself and her unborn daughter. She had gone into a dark room, she went alone unsure of how she’d feel. The guilt of possibly feeling nothing had her leaving for her appointment in secret. Her fingers shook while she toyed with the hem of her shirt, walking in awkward silence to the back room where the lights where off and a nurse spread cool jelly over her raised abdomen. The woman was nice, she made small talk then she asked about the father. Without missing a beat Clea informed her he was dead, he killed himself but her boyfriend would be daddy. She pressed the probe to her abdomen in silence, pushing around until a little white image fluttered in the darkness; the heartbeat,her heart beat. Clea swallowed and looked away. Do you wanna hear her heart beat. A slow nod of her head and a deep breath later Clea turned back to the screen as the sound of galloping horses filled the room. Warmth washed over her, spreading from her womb to her heart, the same fluttering feeling she got whenever Danny held her was being imitated in sound. She could see her daughters life steady and strong on a monitor, she could hear the heart beat she had made, that Adam had given her. That rapid sound was all she needed, it was the only confirmation in the world that this was the right thing to do. “I love you little one.”

She had left high on happiness and warmed with love, her worries of never loving the baby washed away while she dipped into a small boutique of used baby things. She hadn’t returned home till later in the afternoon, the clock ticking down she assured herself she had just enough time before Danny would be home. Setting to work Clea was careful in her adoration of the spare room that hadn’t been lived in in some time. She carefully made up a crib made of dark cherry wood. She was busy putting on the final touches when the sound of the front door opening sent her out a wide smile pressing dimples into her cheeks while she stood in front of Danny in one of his old tee shirts smeared with paint, her face flushed with exhaustion. Closing the space between them she reached out for his hands and kissed the knuckles of his good hand twice for good measure before linking her fingers with his and leading him towards the room, “Close your eyes.” She instructed while taking the hall to the room just across from theirs. 

Pushing the door open Clea  cleared her throat and straightened the twinkle lights hung on the wall before instructing Danny to open his eyes. Standing in the center of the room Clea held her hands over her mouth, a smile clear behind her eyes while she watched him take in the room. Full of mismatched nursey furniture, an old rocking chair by a basket full of books, twinkle lights shaped like stars, painted shadows of a boy and mermaids. After a while the theme was clear; Peter Pan, on a shelf sat a jar of pixie dust, the same Adam had made for Clea on her twentieth birthday, and inside nestled safely in the glitter a little acorn of her very own. However, what she wanted him to see the most was a framed ultrasound with today’s date proclaiming twelve weeks pregnant and in white letters across an image of a tiny forming baby were the words “Baby Girl Riggs-Hernandez”