#danny lyon smut

[frnchgirls]

warnings: nsfw!! filth with plot! danny is possessive! and has a dirty mouth! slight aftercare :]

you're a vandal being interviewed by danny in your apartment when he asks you about your love life. all the other guys are settling down and getting married and having kids, so it only makes sense to know if you're seeing somebody too, right?

you tell him you're not and that it's been bleak cause every man you've been with has had beliefs that didn't align with yours or was in the middle of a messy divorce or couldn't make you cum and more often than not it was a combination of the three. he almost swallows his fucking cigarette cause surely you didn't just say what he thinks you said, and you sink down in the couch a little from the embarrassment.

"you've gotta be kiddin' me." he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief, "so what, like, a guy's never made ya cum before?" he asks for clarification and his hand falters a little as he brings the microphone closer to your face. he’s only recording this for personal use, but you want to smack it out of his grip when you answer, "i dunno, maybe. you makin' fun of me, danny? am i the only woman ya know who hasn't finished during sex?"

he shakes his head, and he feels bad that it's making you feel bad cause the only reason he's so surprised is that you're the prettiest girl he's ever laid eyes on, is all. it's offensive that a man hasn't been able to please such a sweet thing like you, really. "i think it's normal. hell, i'm sure kathy or betty could tell ya the same. girls i've been with, too." he explains with a nod as he takes a drag and puffs out the smoke. "it's just that, i've personally never had any complaints."

you can only sit there in silence cause you're not sure if danny's actually flirting with you right now or if you just never woke up from your dream this morning. thankfully you don't have to wonder for long, cause he stubs out his cigarette and speaks up again with a smirk, "you mind if i have a go?" deep down, he already knows your answer.

it's hard to resist the urge to ask him what the hell he's talking about. you want to hear him say it but even more than that, you want him to show you. so, you humor him, shaking your head and biting your lip and then he's ordering you to throw your legs over the arm of the loveseat and what did you get yourself into?

he pulls your bottoms down your thighs, just enough for him to get his face between them, and when he sees the state of you, he gets so fuckin' smug. "this wet just from talkin' t'me, baby? you got a crush on me or somethin'?" danny asks, and just as you're about to tell him to shut the fuck up and eat your pussy, he's yanking your panties down and doing exactly that.

his hands spread you apart while his tongue dips inside your cunt, and oh he wasn't bluffing cause his nose is bumping into your clit and his mustache is brushing against your folds with each flick and it feels too good. one of your hands is threaded through his hair while the other is clamped over your mouth cause he's practically pulling the moans right out of you, and you have neighbors for god’s sake.

danny tries not to grin as he licks into you, but how can he not when you’re whining like that because of him? when you notice, you’re not sure if it pisses you off or turns you on so you tug his hair harder, nails scratching at his scalp. and fuck, he likes that a lot so he’s sucking your clit and adding a finger in no time at all.

it's pathetic how fast his movements you there, but really, it's the filthy things he says that bring you over the edge. "c'mon baby, you gonna cum for me? that's it, gimme my fuckin' cum. y’know i need it. forget those losers who couldn’t handle ya. you should be mine. atta girl, just like that." danny groans against you and you're shaking like a leaf, wailing "thank you, thank you, thank you" as you release.

you might have given him a little too much confidence, cause after he cleans you both up and fixes your clothes and fetches you some water like the sweetheart he is, he’s smiling from ear to ear and asking you if you'd like to be his girlfriend.

he really meant it when he said you should be his.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

let’s understand that this is Mara immediately post breakup so this means i get to have it as wild as i want it to be...but anyway, all i’ve been thinking about is rebounding with Danny, duh. Beyond suggestive, it's directly implied, 2k words and a big thank you to @frnchgirls, rose is a most gracious help. Enjoy 🥰

“What about like this?”

If anyone asked Danny the series of events that led him here, there would be no sane answer. Friday night he meets you at the Vandals’ bar, Saturday night he learns that you live in Chicago but were dating another Vandal in a different chapter and just suffered a messy break up, and by Sunday afternoon he’s got you posing on his bed with the brand new knowledge that before you got into that relationship you were a lingerie model until that guy made you quit. 

“Danny?” You ask him again, leaning on your elbows and one knee slightly bent to the side over the other.

He shakes himself out of his daydreaming to realize that reality is ten times better and hopes you don’t notice his dazed off gaze from your side of the camera. “Yeah?”

“Is this a good pose?” 

Kathy told you that you should get back into modeling, then offered Danny to help you practice, maybe get new photos to show some agents.  Neither of you were busy this weekend, so now here you are in a brand new soft blue babydoll negligee that she made you buy the minute she heard about the split, on Danny’s bed. 

God, how he washed those sheets and cleaned all over his apartment as soon as you asked if you could do it at his place. It hasn’t been so neat since he toured the place. But now there you are wanting him to tell you if you look good in your lingerie on his bed. But photography is his job, he’s a professional, he can do this.

He could do this, if his tongue wasn’t suddenly tied until he swallowed thickly. “Yeah, maybe you just lean back a little more?”

“Like this?”

“Perfect.” He captures the picture and tries some more from a few different angles. “What about laying down?”

“Mhm,” you move a bit further down the bed and let your hair fall around you as best it could on its own. “Here?”

“Yeah, can I move your hair?”

“Yeah,” he rearranges your strands so they frame your face perfectly and look as effortless as possible.

“Gorgeous.” The shudder clicks right as he said it, so fast that he hits it a second time just to catch your smile when he says it.

“Really?” He catches the moment your face changes from eyes closed and sultry, to open and joyous.

“Beautiful.”

“Me? Or just your pictures? 

“You, and the pictures of you.”

“Thank you,” you roll over again and he gets one from another angle. 

It was never anything crazy, the sets you modeled. Just some odd jobs for more local boutiques, never anything obscene or ridiculously lavish. Danny refuses to believe that though. You make plastic rhinestones shine like diamonds. Machine spun cotton lace looks like hand threaded silk from Paris the second it touches your skin. 

“Do you think we got enough of this one?” you ask.

“I think so. I can get these developed and have them ready in a few days,” he starts packing his camera away. “What size did you say you wanted?”

“Oh I don’t know, but— Well actually I brought one more thing to try on. Unless you want to be done?”

He’s not sure how much more of this he can really take. How much longer can he be in the same room as you before he busts just from looking at you. 

“Yeah, sure- I’ll be in the kitchen.”

He tries not to stare as you slide of the bed and start looking through the bag you brought on his way out the door. 

3 minutes later your head is poked out of the door and into the kitchen, “Danny, you can come in now.”

Oh what a sight you are. The black nightgown reaches down all the way to your ankles, the silky fabric falls over your hips so perfectly, and the only thing between the air and your chest is a thin layer of the finest lace he’s ever seen. “I haven’t worn this in years.”

“That’s a shame.” He can’t believe he’s said that, especially in the tone he did, like he couldn’t believe you wouldn’t even wear it just by yourself. You must know how you look in it, how it looks tailored to your body in every square inch. 

“I know. But he didn’t like it. It’s vintage Chantelle, all silk. Didn’t know how to appreciate it properly.” You sit back on the bed again and just then he notices the slit up one side that just about nears the top of your thigh. 

You’re about to take a new pose when he asks you a most peculiar question. 

“I’m sorry?” You ask.

“Do you mind if I move you?” He says with more confidence this time and what a gift that he did.

“Sure.”

He sets the camera down on his dresser and comes towards you. With his hands on your shoulders— your nearly bare shoulders, his thumbs fitting perfectly just into the dips of your clavicles —he leads you to lay down against the pillows and rearranges your hair. He takes one of your hands and places it beside your head, the other he moves across your torso with your hand cusping your hip bone. He steps back a bit to consider your legs, with respect to the slit. After slowly, so slowly coasting down the length of your leg, he softly pulls one ankle down straight, and pushes the other slitted one up so that it is slightly bent at the knee and tilts it towards the other. 

He takes a second to look at you, really look at you, and he can’t believe anyone would ever try to keep you from this. 

Maybe he’s just getting to know your form, for the sake of the composition, you think. But only for a moment before you see him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, just for a second but you notice. 

Finally, finally, he takes the first picture of you like this. With the click of the shutter you’ve made your mind up, you decide to press your luck. “What if I like…” you bring the hand that was on your hip up to your mouth and bite the top knuckle of your index finger.

“Yes.”

“What’s the look you’re thinking though?”

“They’re your pictures. I’m thinking whatever you want me to think.”

“But you’re the photographer, the artist.”

“You’re the art.”

“Would you kiss me?”

He nearly drops the camera. “What?”

“They like when pictures tell stories, the story would be that I’m messy and ravished and the clothes are serving their intended purpose. If you’re alright with that?”

He so absolutely, most certainly, positively is more than just alright with that. “Yeah, ok.”

You push yourself back up on the bed while he positions himself at the edge. “So how do you wa—“ he’s cut off by your pull to his collar and the press of your lips. Surpassing his initial surprise he brings a hand up around you to hold your waist, and the other up to your jaw. Messy, you want it messy. And salacious, lascivious even. Beyond suggestive, obvious is what you need. He can tell from the way you continue to pull him into you even as his chest is flush against yours. 

You pull away panting for no more than a second to order “Get the camera off the bed.” How sweet of you to be concerned, he nearly leaps over you to put it on the nightstand and he’d like to say ‘if it were any less expensive’ he would have just thrown it, but he knows that the price of it wasn’t what stopped him, it was the fear of damaging even a single one of those pictures of you. 

As he’s leaning over you, you slide down a little further on the bed so he can reach you easier. Or maybe to muss your hair up a little more if it’s against the pillows, or any other excuse you could make to make it seem like this is all for the picture and not your own desires. 

From there it is licks, bites, tugs, sucks of lips. And you’re trying, you’re both trying to keep your hands out of it, but how could you when his hair is so soft and the back of his neck is the perfect shape for you to hold. And how could he when your skin is so perfect and your bare leg is right there.

“I want a hickey.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss my neck.” He kisses you twice more on his way to your throat and you can’t help the sound you make when he reaches the perfect spot. Already he has you gasping for air. “Oh god.” His hand slithers up the slit, sliding even higher in search of your hip bone or waist to hold. 

“Wait,” He lifts himself to be eye level with you, “wait—“

“Hm?”

“Sorry, just…You’re—This is real now, right?”

“Yes, yes, very real.” You rush to pull him back down to your lips and nearly crash noses with the way he rushes down to meet you. 

“Mmph,” he groans at the scratch of your nails across his scalp and just the sound makes your back arch. Moving down again, he passes soft kisses down the valley of your chest. You’re positive he can feel the beat of your heart through every inch of your skin. How you’ve missed this, being wanted, being adored. And how he’s missed crossing beyond the other side of the lens, the feel of sculpting another body just by the skill of his touch. 

As he’s pushing the side of your skirt up and away a sudden fear strikes you, “Wait!”

“What is it?” He immediately sits back and takes his hands away, looking into your eyes for any cause for concern.

“I’m so sorry, but I really don’t want to rip it.”

“Oh,” you see him immediately relax, “So…”

You make no answer, though you do sit up to your knees and move the skirt out from underneath you. With a gesture to the strap that has fallen off your shoulder, he finally gets the message. However, in the spirit of fairness, his own shirt is the first thing to go and before you have time to remember your original intent you both rise on your knees just to kiss again. You feel before you look while your hands roam his torso. 

And slowly, so slowly, through wandering presses, pulls, and squeezes, he reaches the sides of your thighs and takes your nightgown by the seams to lift it over your head. He takes it by the straps to hang by the corner of the headboard rather than tossing it to the floor. 

You guide him forwards as you move to your back again, his knee moves between your legs while his fingertips smooth along your jaw. His eyes dance around your face, and as embarrassed as he may be to admit it, he takes a fleeting glance down the space between your bodies. An idea flashes before him, a bold one, but at this point in the afternoon he’s not sure there’s much left that could happen between you two that’d be too bold. He reaches for the camera slowly enough that you knew exactly what he wants. You resist the instinct to shy away when you still see his soft gaze over the camera. The shudder clicks and he drops it back on the nightstand, “That one’s not making it into the book,” Danny smirks at his own teasing before leaning back into you to finish what he started with a smile still on his lips. 

[decodedlvr]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

[drabbles-mc]

Drabbles-MC: The Bikeriders Fics

Fic list under the cut!

👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

- Even if You Don't (Benny Cross x Johnny Davis)

- Static on the Line (Benny Cross x Johnny Davis)

- The Depths (Benny Cross x Kathy Cross)

- Something I Need (Cal x F!Reader)

- Common Ground (Kathy Cross & Johnny Davis)

- Stickin' Around (Benny Cross & Cal & Johnny Davis)

- Off the Record (Danny Lyon x F!Reader)

[powerofelvis]

Hard Headed Woman

Pairing: Danny Fisher x Female Reader

Word Count: 6229

Summary: Your sister would not leave you alone until you stepped foot into King Creole. Little did you know that stepping into that club would change your life.

Warning(s): Reader is a BADASS Queen, Angst, Assault, Fluff (if you squint; jk it's fluffy and what not.), SMUT!

A/N: It is finally here, guys! There will be part two of Hard Headed Woman, so don't worry. I know y'all can't get enough of Danny Fisher like I can't. I hope everyone likes it! Also I forgot to put this but Danny did not work at The Blue Shade before going to King Creole. Also there is no Nellie and Ronnie in this either 😂

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The King Creole club was always rockin’ on Friday nights, but you never stepped inside. On those nights, you and your sister, Sadie, usually frequented Mama Lyons Hall or the Blue Shade nightclub. However, everyone in town was talking about this new singer that brought in large crowds at King Creole. Sadie would talk about how her friends would attend every night just to have a sight of this singer. “They say that his name is Danny Fisher, Y/N! We have to go check him out! Everybody who is anybody attends King Creole on Fridays.” Sadie explained to you as you both sat in your kitchen for breakfast. You were tired of hearing about King Creole, so you decided that the following Friday, you both would see what all the noise was about. 

You woke up the following Friday to the sound of the Crawfish lady—riding around on her horse and little carriage. She rode around Bourbon Street every morning, singing about the different styles of Crawfish that she would sell. Honestly, you enjoyed listening to her beautiful voice; it would begin your day on a brighter note. Sadie would join you later as you sat on the terrace, drinking your morning tea. “Don’t forget Y/N! We have a prior engagement tonight!” Your sister yelled after you as you grabbed your clutch, heading out for the day. You nodded your head before shutting the door after you. As you worked that day, you couldn’t help but think that maybe you were over your head, allowing Sadie to talk you into going to King Creole that night. You are only going tonight, and after that, you’ll be returning to the clubs you were comfortable with, you thought. Little did you know that you were wrong. 

You arrived back at your house around 5, which led you to have two hours to get ready before you and your sister headed out to King Creole. 

Your sister stood in the doorway of your room as you sat at your vanity, applying the last of your makeup. “Hurry up, Y/N! I want to make it early so that we can sit up front. I can’t wait to see Mister Fisher sing tonight!” She squealed as she ran out of your room, probably checking herself over for the hundredth time. You sighed, standing up, grabbing your clutch and your sweater before walking towards the door. “Sadie, let’s go!” You called out to her, walking to the door. It’s better to get this over with, right?

You both arrived at King Creole right on time. The doors were about to open, and there was a little line in the front. You looked up, seeing a sign on the building that said “Danny Fisher.” Wow, what a way to blow up someone’s head, you thought. The doors finally opened moments later, Sadie pulling you inside—searching for seats that could give her the visual of Danny that she desperately craved. You both found a table close to the stage, Sadie sitting on one side of the table and you on the other. A man walked out to the stage as people clapped for him. “Another full night for our star tonight, ladies and gentlemen! I won’t keep you, so here he is! Danny Fisher!” He walked off of the stage as the clapping picked up again. A younger-looking man walked up on stage, staring out into the crowd. Sadie scooted over to you, grabbing your hand. “Oh my goodness, Y/N! He is so handsome!” She squealed. You hushed her, looking back up at the stage. 

He did look handsome, you thought. His dark hair was gelled back, and his blue eyes were bright. He stood there in a black button-up; two buttons were undone. There around his neck was a black and white colored scarf. As you looked him over, you didn’t miss that his eyes had found yours. Your face heated up as you played with your hands, your eyes moving to look elsewhere. Danny couldn’t help but smirk at how you played shy. He started snapping his fingers, rocking his body from side to side. As the music picked up, you noticed that Sadie was already dancing along—completely starstruck. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as it never failed for her to be starstruck over a man. 

Well a hard headed woman,

a soft hearted man

been the cause of trouble

ever since the world began

Oh yeah, ever since the world began

a hard headed woman been

a thorn in the side of man

You watched as he sang, his eyes never leaving yours. You were immediately drawn to how exhilarating his stage presence was. It was as if he was meant to be a professional singer, but you weren’t sure if you were entirely convinced yet. You had to admit, though, the song that he was performing was catchy. You found yourself tapping your foot along with the music, watching as he moved around the stage, his body’s jerky movements not going unnoticed by you. Unbeknownst to you, Danny didn’t want his movements to go unnoticed because you had his attention. It wasn’t easy to have Danny Fisher’s attention, and he would make sure that you understood. 

I got a woman,

a head like a rock

If she ever went away

I'd cry around the clock

Oh yeah, ever since the world began

a hard headed woman been

a thorn in the side of man

Danny caught your gaze, smiling at you as he bowed towards the crowd as they cheered. He grabbed his guitar, beginning to play his next tune. The band behind him started playing with him, his body moving from side to side once again. Your hand started tapping on the table, once again getting lost in the music that he was playing. You had to admit that he was very good at singing and now he was playing the guitar. I guess what Sadie’s friends said was true; you thought as he sang the tune you later learned was called ‘King Creole.’ 

Once the show was over, Sadie was trying to get you to come to the back of the club with her. “Y/N! Danny is back by the bar; we must talk to him.” She whined, trying but failing to get you to come along with her. “You can go; I’ll sit tight right here.” You rolled your eyes, watching as the next act was coming on stage. A bunch of women dressed scantily was dancing to a cabaret song. Sadie scoffed at your stubbornness as she walked off—no doubt going to look for the young singer. You were playing around with the drink you had been nursing all night, looking at the acts coming and going off the stage. You heard a slight cough behind you, your eyes rolling before you turned around. “Sadie, I told you I’m not-.” your mouth fell open at the sight of the young singer, standing behind you with another drink in his hand. 

“I sure hope that I ain’t a Sadie.” He chuckled, handing you the martini that he held in his hands. “I’m so sorry, Mister Fisher. I thought you were my older sister.” You giggled shyly, feeling embarrassed that you could raise your voice at the man. “It’s okay, doll. But you can call me Danny. Mister Fisher is my father’s name.” He reached for your hand, shaking it firmly. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Danny. Y/N.” You shook his hand firmly, smiling. “So what is a pretty little thing like you doing here at King Creole tonight?” He asked, sitting down in the chair that had once belonged to Sadie. You chuckled, instantly knowing that he was sitting there because he had noticed you staring him down while he was performing. “Well, folks have been talking about your little show all around town. So much so that it got back to my sister, Sadie. So she wanted us to come to see if it was as good as they said that it was.” You smirked, placing your chin into your open palm. Danny could have melted right then, watching as your cleavage was revealed in the v-neck swing dress that beautifully adorned your body. “Well, what did the pretty lady think?” He tilted his head, waiting for you to continue. 

“I thought you were great! You were definitely better than I thought you would be. I especially liked the first song you sang—something about a hard-headed woman.” You chuckled. “That definitely describes us, women, huh?” You picked up the martini that Danny had given you, sipping out of the glass before playing with the olive that was in the bottom of the glass. “Are you hard-headed?” He sat up over the table, biting at his bottom lip. You shrugged, sitting back and crossing your arms. “I guess you won’t ever know..” you smirked. At that moment, Sadie had returned to the table with a man. “Y/N, I’m going to another bar tonight! Don’t wait up!” She turned and walked away, throwing a wave back at you. You chuckled, not believing that your sister had begged you to come here and then leave you alone to your own devices. You sighed, shaking your head as you took another sip of your martini. “I never would have thought my sister would have gotten more action than me.” You laughed. 

Danny took that as an invitation, throwing his head back towards the hallway by the stage. “I’ll keep you company, sweetheart. You’d have to come with me to get my things first.” He suggested. You shrugged, nodding at his suggestion as you stood up from the table. “I don’t have anything else to do; why not?” You spoke as you followed Danny towards the hallway. As you walked along the hallway, you saw the scantily dressed women from earlier getting their things together and the other acts that followed Danny. He led you to a room that housed wooden crates. He walked over to the table, putting his things in his duffel bag. You looked around the room, curiosity bearing its head. Your head cocked back at the sound of a knock at the door. “Great show tonight, kid.” You turned around, seeing a middle-aged man standing next to a younger woman. “Thanks, Charlie. I’m glad that I did well according to your expectations.” Danny chuckled, clapping his hand on the man’s shoulder. The woman pulled Danny in a hug before looking at you. “Oh Danny, did we come at the wrong time?” She asked, pulling away before turning to you. 

“Oh no! I was just looking around! I’m Y/N, pleased to meet you.” You said, reaching your hand out for a handshake. “Oh darlin’, the pleasure is all mine. My name is Mimi. I’m Danny’s sister. This is Charlie LeGrand; he’s the owner of King Creole.” She said, pointing towards the middle-aged man who had now stepped forward towards you, reaching his hand out. You shook both of their hands, smiling. “What a nice place you have, Charlie! It’s my first time here, and I’m honestly looking forward to coming again.” You smiled. “Why, thank you, Y/N. It wouldn’t be the place that it is without Danny here.” He joked, nudging his arm with his elbow. “I’d say. He really blew the roof off of the place tonight.” Mimi chuckled, poking fun at her younger brother. “Alright, you two, I’m taking Y/N out for a night on the town. I’ll be back later. Tell pop that I’ll be home later!” He said, taking you by the hand and leading you out of the room. “Your sister and Charlie are nice.” You spoke, following him out of the club. “Where are we going, Danny?” You asked, stopping him from continuing to pull you down the sidewalk. “Couple of my friends are throwing a party, d’ya wanna go with me?” He turned towards you, his electric blues burning into you. “I don’t see why not; let’s go.” 

Danny didn’t tell you much about where the party was or who would be there. All that you knew was you were going to be alone with Danny for a while. He led you to a local motel, walking inside towards the counter. What is this guy playing at, you thought. “Where is the party?” He spoke to the man who stood behind the counter. “Sir, what part-.” The man started, but Danny interrupted him, throwing a bill on the counter. Danny had hoped you didn’t see him, but you were very observant. You decided not to speak on it, letting him dig himself into a hole. You were not the type of woman he thought you were, and he would soon find out for himself. The man suddenly understood what he was saying, pulling a key down from the wall. “Party is on the second floor, room 211.” The man winked at Danny before smiling over at you. Danny turned around towards you, walking towards the stairs. 

Once you both made it to the second floor, Danny made it to the room, unlocking the door. “My friends are late, or we might be early.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Or maybe it’s because there’s no party, right, Danny?” you glared, shaking your head. “I don’t know what kinda girl you think I am, but my mother didn’t raise a fool. You brought me here looking to score, huh?” You chuckled, walking towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers across his jawline.

Danny was taken aback, not thinking you would read into his game. He thought you were this self-contained girl, not this vigorous woman who now had him backed against the wall. “I-I thought maybe we would hang out here, but I can take you home if ya’ want.” He closed the door, locking it back. “I think that would be best, Danny Fisher.” You glared, stomping away from him. You couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. Yes, he was handsome, and you could see yourself writhing underneath him; but you didn’t want him to think that you were an easy catch. You stood in front of the stairs that led to your home, turning around to face him. “Well, here I am. I would say that it was a pleasure, but frankly, it’s not.” You chuckled. Danny crossed his arms, shaking his head at your choice of words. “I’m sorry, alright? I thought you would know about the score, darlin’.” He looked like a lost boy, which tugged at your heart. “Oh, I did know about the score. That doesn’t mean you could try to pull the wool over my eyes like I’m a naive school girl, Mister Fisher.” You chuckled. Danny looked down at his feet, clearly defeated. “But, I forgive you.” You giggled, loving how you could scold him even though you weren’t mad at him. “Honestly, you are very intriguing, Danny. I’d like to see you again if you aren’t too busy being a crowd pleaser.” 

“I don’t know. I’ll keep you in mind.” He took your hand, kissing your knuckle before walking away, your heart pounding in your ears at the gesture. He’s different, you thought. 

*

It was a while since the night that you had spent with Danny. You couldn’t help but think about him–wondering if he had made it safely home that night. Sadie had continued to go to King Creole, but you were too chicken to go with her. The guy she met that night, who you later learned was named Gary, started taking her to the club every Friday. You had decided to pick up some extra shifts at your job, to take your mind off of Danny. It didn’t last long because Danny would show back up in your life after leaving you wanting more. “Are you busy?” He asked, catching you off guard as he stood in front of your house. “No, I just got off from the job. What can I do for you, Danny?” You asked him as he took you by the hand. “I wanna take you someplace.” He smiled. 

He brought you to a pier, helping you into a boat waiting for the both of you. As the boat started moving along the Mississippi River, you could notice that he had some things on his mind. “What’s bothering you, Danny?” You asked, patting his shoulder. “Oh, nothing, just a lot of stuff going on at the club.” He sighed, giving you a sad smile. You nodded, not wanting to press him further. “Look over there, Y/N. You see that white house over there?” You looked over to where the house stood, seeing a beautiful two-story white house on the side of the riverbed. “It’s beautiful.” You whispered, looking at him. “My daddy bought that house for me for my birthday. It was the happiest day of my life until my mother passed away. Then we had to move away because he lost everything after the drug store let him go.” He sighed, the memory of the past becoming too hurtful to remember. “I’m sorry, Danny. It seems as if you really have a lot on your mind.” You scooted closer to him, pulling him into a hug. He nodded, looking down at you. He had never seen any woman as beautiful as you. He wasn’t sure if he would ever see another woman as beautiful as you again. He had to act now–as if you would disappear from his life just as everybody else had. 

You looked up at him curiously. “Is there something-?” He stopped you from continuing your statement, his soft lips pressing to yours. You were shocked, freezing at first, at his lips on yours. It didn’t last long; you wrapped your arms around his shoulders–returning the kiss with fervor. You pressed your hand to his chest, pulling away. “I don’t wanna take advantage of this situation right now, Danny.” You caressed his cheek before pulling away. You could tell that what you said made him upset, but he chose not to show it. Once you both were back ashore, Danny called a cab for you. “I’ll see you another time, alright?” He said, walking the other way as the cab you were in went another. 

It was ten at night when you got a phone call from Mimi. She was sobbing so much that you couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. “Mimi, calm down. What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up in the bed, pushing the duvet from your legs. “It’s Dad! He’s been hurt real bad! Please find Danny at the club!” She begged. “Okay, I’ll find him, and we will meet you at the hospital, don’t worry!” You hung up the phone, hurrying around the room to get dressed. After you had gotten dressed, you raced down to King Creole. Luckily for you, Danny hadn’t performed yet. “Danny! It’s your daddy, he’s been hurt!” Before you could blink, Danny grabbed you by the hand, leading you out of the club. Charlie was waiting in the back for you both, ushering you into his car as he sped towards the hospital. 

Once you all made it to the hospital, Danny raced inside in a frenzy. “Danny!” You cried out, getting out of the car. “Charlie, you go ahead and get inside; I’m gonna call my sister and let her know that I’m okay.” You said, nodding at Charlie as he followed Danny inside. 

*

Danny couldn’t believe what he had heard. His father was mugged—hit in the back of the head, which gave him bleeding in the brain. Although he was not in danger, he needed to have surgery which cost $1,000. Danny didn’t have the money, especially singing at the club. Charlie said he could manage to gather $500, but it wasn’t enough. The doctor told them that ‘a specialist’ was coming in to do his surgery. Once the specialist arrived, he told them that his father’s surgery was well taken care of and that having Maxie Fields as a boss was as good as having Blue Cross. The doctor and specialist went back to start the operation while Danny sat in the chair with his head in his hands. At that moment, Y/N came in from talking with her sister—immediately sitting next to Danny. “What’s the news, honey?” She asked him. He pulled her into a hug, sobbing in her hair. “He’s okay, but he needed surgery because of a small bleed in his brain. M-Maxie Fields paid for the surgery. I’ll pay him back, sis! I have a lot to pay back!” He sobbed, holding Y/N as she would soon disappear. 

The doors of the operating room opened, revealing the specialist and the doctor. Danny hurriedly stood up, racing over to them. “He’s safe. There’s nothing to worry about.” He smiled at them. “Oh, thank god!” You exclaimed, squeezing Danny’s hand. You were beginning to worry that nothing could be done. “I’ll send Maxie my bill!” He smiled, walking out of the room with the doctor. Mimi hugged her brother as Charlie stood over next to you. “I’m gonna stay here with Pop, Mimi. Charlie will take you home.” He sobbed into her arms. “And I’ll stay here with you, Danny.” You said, rubbing his back. You wanted nothing more than to support him. He had already been through enough. You and Danny sat in the waiting room, waiting for his father to wake up. A few hours later, the nurse entered the waiting area, letting you both know that he was awake. You smiled over at Danny, standing up from the chair, following him into the room where his father was lying in the bed. “Pop!” 

You stood back, letting Danny and his father have some time together. Danny sobbed, holding his father’s hand. He kept whispering to his father that he would take care of him and not worry about anything. His father could only smile, holding his son closely. You were glad that he was alright, so you turned to leave. “Y/N..” you heard Danny call for you. You took a deep breath, turning towards the two men. “I was gonna leave you two to talk.” You smiled, rocking on your heels. Danny smiled, standing up from the bed before walking over towards you. “Pop, this is Y/N. She kinda means a lot to me.” He said, wrapping his arm around your waist. If words could kill, you would have been in your grave by now. Hearing him confess what he felt for you made your heart flutter in your throat. “Nice to meet you, Mister Fisher.” You took his hand, shaking it. 

Mister Fisher smiled up at you, shaking your hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Y/N. It’s always a pleasure to meet someone who could have my knuckleheaded son in love.” He chuckled. Your eyebrows raised, looking up at Danny, who was grinning from ear to ear. You chuckled shyly, stepping away from him. “Do you need anything, Mister Fisher? I was going to find the nurse to get some water.” He nodded his head, which gave you the cue to leave the room. You stood beside the door, placing your hand against your chest. Does Danny have feelings for you? You would never have thought that it would get to the point. But did you have feelings for him as well? “Water, Y/N... Mister Fisher needs water.” You giggled, racing off to find the nurse. 

It wasn’t long until Danny was taking you home. His father had gone back to sleep and visiting hours were over. You were walking along the street, playing with your hands. “Did you mean what you said earlier?” You turned to look up at Danny. “Yeah, I did. I ain’t a liar, especially not in front of my pop.” He chuckled, turning to face you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face him. “D’ya want to try this whole going steady thing?” He asked. You nodded, pulling him into a hug. “Well, of course, dummy.” You joked, pushing at his shoulder with your hand. You both continued walking until you reached your house. “Well, I’ll see you Friday at the club?” You asked. He looked at you like he could have fallen out. He thought he wouldn’t see you again at the club. “Y-yeah! I’ll see you Friday.” He pulled you into his arms, kissing you passionately. 

You stood in front of your vanity, pulling up your garter belt before snapping it together. You sighed, feeling butterflies flutter through your body. It felt as if you were going to float away. You were finally going to see Danny again, and you were excited. Sadie knocked on your door, peering inside. “Are you ready, Y/N?” She smiled, taking in your outfit. You had on a blue swing dress that hung off of your shoulders. Your hair was pinned up—almost as if you were sure something would happen tonight. “I’m ready!”

You arrived at the King Creole club quicker than you expected. Sadie pulled you to a nearby table that was close to the entrance of the hallway. As expected, your eyes linger towards the hallway, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of Danny. Soon enough, Danny had walked out on the stage. It seemed that he was looking for you, eyes training the crowd. Once his eyes laid on you, his lips curved into a smile. You waved shyly, blowing a kiss at him. “Here he is! Danny Fisher!” 

The crowd clapped as the band began to play the tune of the night. Danny snapped along to the beat, moving his body from left to right. 

You'll never know

What heaven means

Until you've been down to New Orleans

You ain't been livin' till you cuddle and coo

With some black-eyed baby by de old bayou

You found yourself leaning on the table, watching him perform intently. It was like he was made to perform on stage; it was truly his element. This alone answered the question that you had asked yourself back in the hospital after meeting his father, the same question that you had on your mind that day at the Mississippi, and the same question aching in your brain watching him on the exact same stage that you had met him. You had feelings for Danny Fisher. 

As soon as it had begun, his set was finished. Sadie decided that she was going to go find Gary, leaving you alone. You weren’t worried this time—looking around the club for Danny. Your eyes laid on Charlie and Mimi, waving them over. Mimi came over, hugging you before sitting down at the table. “How did you like the show tonight?” She smiled up at Charlie as he sat beside her. “It was perfect! He was really made to be up on that stage.” Your index finger mindlessly runs around the rim of the whiskey that you were babysitting. Your body perked up, seeing Danny come from that hallway that was close to your table. The butterflies had suddenly returned, fluttering in your throat. “Great show again, kid!” Charlie called out to Danny. Mimi nodded in agreement—eyes landing on you. Your hand grabbed Danny’s as he sat beside you. 

“You were incredible as always, honey.” Your lips pressed to his cheek. “Thanks, darlin’, I was hoping that I caught your attention.” He winked, leaning closer to you, almost whispering in your ear. His breath being close to you sent shivers up your spine, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. “Why don’t we go somewhere private, hm?” He stood up, grabbing your hand. You looked over at Charlie and Mimi, hurriedly saying your goodbyes as you followed Danny into that same hallway. He pulled you into a room, shutting the door behind him. Your attention was focused on your surroundings, barely registering that Danny was standing behind you until his arms wrapped around your waist. You giggled, turning around in his arms—wrapping your own around his neck. His lips pressed to yours in a desperate kiss, as if you would evaporate in his arms. His lips felt so soft against yours, sending your body into overdrive. Your fingers ran up the nape of his neck, holding on to him. He backed you both into the edge of the table, pulling away slightly as he lifted you on the table. 

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you tonight. Seeing you in this dress sent me off the cliff of sanity.” He whispered, his lips moving down your jaw in soft kisses. You moaned, moving your head back as you allowed him better access to your neck. “You wore this just for me, didn’t ya’ mama?” He smirked, his tongue poking out from his lips, running down your jawline. Your breath hitched in your throat, nodding softly as you pulled at his shirt—wanting his body to merge with yours at that very moment. He could sense that you needed him as if you were fighting a war within yourself, whether you wanted to give yourself to him or not. His hands ran up your legs, smirking as he felt the garter belt that adorned your beautiful legs. His hands pushed your dress up further as his lips continued peppering kisses down your neck towards your collarbone. “Danny, don’t tease..” you moaned out, pulling his shirt from his pants. 

Your fingers shook—unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt one at a time before pushing the material off of his shoulder where it found its new home on the floor. You were in awe at his torso; the smoothness of his skin felt like home to your hands. Your lips pressed soft kisses along his collarbone, needing to feel him. He pulled away, reaching behind you to unzip your dress, pushing it off of your shoulders. Underneath the blue swing dress sat the black laced lingerie set that matched your garter. Danny smirked, looking you over before pulling the dress off of your body. “You look beautiful, baby.” He whispered, pushing the straps of your bra off of your shoulders until your breasts were in full view. The air perked your nipples up at full attention, causing you to shiver. He leaned down, claiming your right nipple in his mouth, causing your back to arch in his mouth. His tongue flickered over the hardened bud as his hand rubbed softly over the left breast. “Don’t tease me, Danny.” You whimpered. 

Danny smirked, pulling away before pushing back until you lay fully on the table. He lifted your leg, pulling off your shoe before pressing kisses along your ankle up towards your garter belt. He unsnapped your belt, pulling the garter off your leg before doing the same with the other leg. His fingers laid over your panties, tugging them down swiftly, revealing your glistening cunt. His eyes stared down at your wet pussy—tongue pulling over his bottom lip. “You sure are pretty, Y/N.” He whispered, sinking down to his knees as he pressed kisses along your thigh, before leaving a lingering kiss on your pelvis. You groaned softly, reaching up to cover your mouth, fearing that you both would be interrupted. You had never done this type of thing, especially in public, but you felt so free being with Danny. 

“Be a good girl, and let me taste you.” He smirked, licking a stripe up your quivering cunt. Your back arched off of the table, hands finding their way into his hair. “Oh!” You moaned out, shivering at the feeling of his wet muscle moving around your aching cunt. It was better than you imagined, and you couldn’t believe that Danny was the one who was giving you this newfound pleasure. His tongue moved diagonally along your pussy, trailing circles around your clit. Your legs laid still over his shoulders, leaving his fingers free to trail along your lips as he plunged two fingers inside of you. You gasped, sitting up slightly on the table. Your fingers had long abandoned his hair, elbows sitting back on the table. “D-Danny..” You yelped, watching him plunge his fingers inside of you as his mouth continued lapping up your pussy. His icy blue eyes had become darker as they watched you closely. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten, shaking uncontrollably as he continued plunging his fingers deeper inside of you. But as closely as you were chasing after your orgasm, Danny pulled his fingers and his mouth from you. 

You whined. “Didn’t I tell you not to tease?” You chuckled, biting your tongue softly. Danny winked, standing up before undoing his slacks. He pulled them down along with his boxers, kicking them off to the side. He grabbed his hardened length, rubbing the angry tip along your cunt. “And if I keep teasin’, what are you gonna do?” He smirked, pushing the tip in before quickly retracting it from you. “Danny!” You groaned, forcing him into you by his hips. He moaned against your ear, stopping himself from pounding into you. “Shit, you’re tight, mama.” He moaned, holding himself up against you. You could have floated away, feeling him fill you up completely. While having sex in the backrooms of a club was something you would never have thought you would do, this moment made you feel wild and free. 

“Fuck me, Danny.” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. You didn’t need to tell him twice, his hips slamming into you as he held onto you by the back of your neck. His mouth opened, releasing moans into your ear. “F-fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He removed his hand from your neck, placing it around the front of your neck as he squeezed softly, applying pressure. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, heels pushing him deeper into you. Danny’s eyes never left yours, his heart fluttering as he watched you unravel in front of him. He could feel his own peak rising, removing his hand from around your neck—placing his fingers on your clit. He wasn’t a selfish guy; he wanted you to come undone before he could. He rubbed your clit in a circular motion as his dick pushed in and out of you in a frenzy. The table knocked on the wall, adding to the mood in the room. You whimpered loudly as your fingertips gripped his biceps, leaving crescent shapes on his skin. “I can’t hold out anymore, Danny.” You whined, throwing your head back. “Let go, baby. I got you.” He smirked, continuing to pump into you. 

The blood pounded into your ears as your eyes shut tightly. The coil in your stomach snapped, sending you head first into the biggest orgasm of your life. You screamed, clenching your legs tighter around his waist as you came long and hard. You could have passed out, but the feeling of Danny still fucking you through your orgasm kept you awake. His breathing became labored and raspy as his hips started to stutter from the pace he had initially set. He pulled out of you, rubbing his dick as his cum sprayed on your stomach and the table. He moaned, pressing his lips to yours as he stepped back. He left you as he walked over to where he could find something to clean the both of you up. Once that was done, he grabbed his boxers and slacks, pulling them back on. “You should get dressed, baby. I wanna take you out tonight before it gets too late.” 

You pulled on your lingerie set and your dress, forgoing the garter belt, before slipping your shoes back on. Danny was already dressed, sitting in the chair across the room as he watched you with a smile. “You sure are beautiful, my girl.” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, walking over to press your lips to his in a quick kiss. He stood up, taking you by the hand before opening the door and leading you outside of the club. As you two walked down the street enjoying each other’s company, a man approached the both of you, stopping in front of Danny. Danny seemed to have known who he was as his smile dropped from his face. “Shark... What can I do for you?” He spat with hatred. “Maxie is looking for you, Danny. He needs you to see him.” You looked over at Danny as his hand squeezed yours tightly. “Tell him that I’m busy.” 

Shark smirked, looking you over as he looked back at Danny. “Maxie said to bring along your broad as well.” He smirked, pulling the toothpick that rested between his teeth out, flicking it off to the side. “I ain’t bringing her-.” He started, but you squeezed his hand. “I’m okay, baby; let’s just go see what he wants.” You said, glaring at Shark. You didn’t know who this Maxie fellow was, but you thought about giving him a piece of your mind for ruining your night with Danny. You laced your fingers with Danny’s as you both set off to meet Maxie Fields.

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100 follower/Christmas event!

Request a blurb with a character and prompt number!

Characters I will be writing for:

Marvel:

Natasha romanoff

Steve Rogers

Peter parker

Wanda maximoff

Bucky Barnes

Kate bishop(No smut)

Yelena belova(No smut)

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Hermione granger

Ron Weasley

Weasley twins

Ginny weasley(No smut)

Neville longbottom

Luna lovegood(No smut)

(Young)Remus lupin

(Young)James potter

(Young)Sirius black

(Young)regulus black

DSMP(No smut):

Wilbur soot

Karl jacobs

Niki nihachu

Quackity

Stranger things:

Eleven(No smut)

Max mayfield(No smut)

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Mike wheeler(No smut)

Will byers(No smut)

Eddie munson

Nancy wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Jim hopper(No smut)

Cobra kai:

Danny larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Sam larusso

Robby keene

Eli moskowitz/hawk

Miguel Diaz

Tory nichols

Devon lee(No smut)

Kenny Payne(No smut)

Anthony larusso(No smut)

American horror story:

Tate langdon/kit walker/Kyle spencer

Violet Harmon/zoe benson

Misty day/Nora Montgomery

Grace Bertrand(No smut)

Cordelia Goode/Lana winters(No smut)

HSMTMTS:

Ricky bowen

Nini Salazar-roberts

Gina porter(No smut)

E.J. caswell

Ashlyn caswell(No smut)

Big red(No smut)

Enola Holmes:

Enola holmes

Viscount Tewksbury

Sherlock Holmes

William Lyon

Sarah/cicely(No smut)

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams(No smut)

Xavier Thorpe

Enid Sinclair(No smut)

Tyler galpin

Bianca barclay

Ajax petropolus

(Young) Gomez Addams

(Young) morticia frump

Fluff prompts:

1. “Look! It’s snowing!”

2. “Why are you wearing my sweater?”

3. “Hun, We’re not putting the tree up. It’s November.”

4. “Hey, look, mistletoe!”

5. “Don’t eat those cookies! They’re for Santa!”

6. “I cant believe you just slipped on ice-”

7. “Can we please get hot chocolate?!”

8. “So were just snowed in??”

9. “This is just what I wanted, thank you!”

10. “How do you hate Christmas!? It’s the best holiday!”

11. “Give me my mittens back!” “Come take them!”

12. “I cant reach the Christmas lights..”

13. “Why are all the gifts in paper bags?” “The cat/dog chewed up the wrapping paper…”

Angst prompts:

1. “Nice job, you ruined Christmas.”

2. “I cant believe you wont be home for Christmas Eve.”

3. “What do you mean, the flight was canceled?”

4. “Stop calling me, you’re making me loose Christmas spirit.”

5. “That eggnog had some rotten eggs in it huh…”

6. “I should have never bought you that gift.”

7. “Don’t touch me.”

8. “It’s cold out here, I’m leaving.”

9. “Just take me home.” *car breaks down*

10. “A gift isnt going to fix this.”

Smut prompts:

1. “Keep acting like that, and you’ll end up on the naughty list.”

2. “Stop throwing snowballs at me.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

3. “You Sure you’re not hot with all those clothes on?”

4. “I could help warm you up…”

5. “Your cheeks are so warm…did I get you flustered?”

6. “You look great in that Mrs. Clause costume, hun.”

7. “You poor thing…you’re quivering..”

8. “Ready for your gift now? *Pulls out handcuffs*”

9. “Hun, I can see through your shirt…”

10. “I didn’t know this movie was rated R…”

11. “Is that a mistletoe in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

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FANFIC

✸ TELL ME SWEET LITTLE LIES | Kathy Cross x Danny Lyon (The Bikeriders) -> Part 1, Part 2

✸ FOR THOSE THAT SEEK THE JUNGLE'S FORGIVENESS | Mika Camarena & Connie Murphy + Mika x Javier Peña (Narcos/Nmx crossover) -> Part 1, Part 2

✸ ONE LAST SECRET OF DESOLATION | Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham (Fic in a Box 2023)

✸ SO MUCH FOR MY NINE LIVES | David Barrón & Benjamín Arellano Félix (Narcoctober - Horror)

✸ HARD TO HATE UP CLOSE | Andrea Núñez & OC! Julián “Bugsy” Barrón Corona (Narcoctober - Monsters)

✸ THE OCCUPATIONAL HAZARDS OF LIVING | David Barrón & Rustin “Crash” Cohle & OC! Ziggy Morenas & OC! Chato Quintana Colmenaro - Nmx/True Detective Crossover (Narcoctober - Cross Pollination)

✸ TO LIVE AND LEAVE FAST | Andrea Nuñez x Horacio Carrillo (Narcoctober - Surprises)

✸ IN DEFENSE OF WONDERBREAD WHITE | Eureka! Character Moments - Analysis of garbinge’s Foldin’ Clothes (Narcoctober - Support)

✸ TU CÓMPLICE | Ismael "El Mayo" Zambada x Benjamín Arellano Félix (Narcoctober - Firsts)

✸ WHAT’S WAITING DOWN ZUNI ROAD | Gabrielle Castillo x Ignacio “Nacho” Varga (Mayans/BCS Crossover - Rarepairs 2023)

✸ OUR MAN IN MEXICO | Andrea Nuñez x Horacio Carrillo (NFF Smut Alphabet - ✷ ✷ 18+ NSFW ✷✷)

✸ ONLY GOOD FOR A GOOD TIME | Isabella Bautista x Enedina Arellano Félix - ✷DRIVEL DRABBLE✷

✸ THIS IS WHY THE EARTH EATS THE DEAD | Rafa Caro Quintero x María Elvira

✸ EVERY ALLEY IN MEXICO HAS ITS OWN GHOST | David Barrón x Ramón Arellano Félix

Dinarrón:

✸ CHASING GHOSTS AND CHOICES | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (Narcoctober - Life)

✸ THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (NFF Smut Alphabet - ✷✷ 18+ NSFW ✷✷)

✸ ALWAYS SHORT TO THE GATE | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (Candyhearts Exchange 2023)

✸ OJITOS ANOCHECIDOS | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (aka Dinarron, ft. AU Barron)

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME:  Kat

PRONOUNS: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord, Tumblr IM

NAME OF MUSE(S):  Archer Hawke (Dragon Age), Cyrion Hawke (Dragon Age), Dreag Hawke (Dragon Age), Lia Tabris (Dragon Age), Than Maharial (Dragon Age), Sethius Amladaris/Corypheus (Dragon Age), Elgan Lavellan (Dragon Age), Diran Lavellan (Dragon Age), Hjarrandr O Bearhold (Dragon Age), Lucius Veridio (Dragon Age), Etienne DeLechanger (Dragon Age), Nicolas Belmond (Dragon Age), Malcolm Hawke (Dragon Age), Tomey Surana (Dragon Age), Lyon Amell (Dragon Age), Solona Amell (Dragon Age), Talar Adaar (Dragon Age), Jarida Adaar (Dragon Age), Jerker (Dragon Age), Kieran (Dragon Age), Eric Vanhallen (Dragon Age), Ishal Cyprias (Dragon Age), Lorenzo Calcagnini (Dragon Age), Armadiel Mahariel (Dragon Age), Irius Sparatus (Mass Effect), Karnesh (Mass Effect), Clavius Tarxis (Mass Effect), Renius Sparatus (Mass Effect), Torana Sparatus (Mass Effect), Jurdon Madadh (Mass Effect), Ganar Drealav (Mass Effect), Raik Cagar (Mass Effect), Haral Nyras (Mass Effect), Oswin Shepard (Mass Effect), Noah Shepard (Mass Effect), Maron Hinom (Mass Effect), Shaela’Riel Vas Tonbay (Mass Effect), Lorik Qui’in (Mass Effect), Marius Nyras (Mass Effect), Andrew Ryder (Mass Effect), Tayus Draxas (Mass Effect), Tachyus Nyras (Mass Effect), Macen Barro (Mass Effect), Yandra Nyras (Mass Effect), Yaora V’Loar (Mass Effect), SAM (Mass Effect), Quentius Zuris (Mass Effect), Ahnas Afaa Kjama (Mass Effect), Sidoria Arterius (Mass Effect), Urdnot Wreav (Mass Effect), Adrien Victus (Mass Effect), Steven Hackett (Mass Effect), Septimus Oraka (Mass Effect), Danny Fernandez (Harry Potter), Belle Instance (Harry Potter), Pamina Siemens (Harry Potter), Fenrir Greyback (Harry Potter), Sharleen Siemens (Harry Potter), Amelia Fernandez (Harry Potter), Eleasar Cohen (Harry Potter), Ben Chaplin (Harry Potter), Connor Montgomery (Harry Potter), Vortula Portocalos (Harry Potter), Leslie Woodstock (Harry Potter), Carlisle Eastwood (Harry Potter), Carolus (Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim), Yarntar Loreian (Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): RP first on a german plattform where the rps where like individual things, with bio pages, rule pages and the over all rp pages. KInd of similiar to tumblr but still kind of private. Started there in 2006 until 2011. Switch to forum rps from 2013-2014. Finally moved to tumblr. But I already had an rp blog in 2012 on tumblr. So all in all 15 years of RP experience.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  Discord, Tumblr, Long forgotten Forum sites, Chatzy

BEST EXPERIENCE:  Met my best friend @capeshifters through rping in 2014.

PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS:

Pet Peeves: Not interacting with me and me having to take the first step, be it communication or starters or anything. I sometimes don’t like it and is a pet peeve of mine. Also overplotting.

Deal Breakers; Usually I don’t have deal breakers unless you post overly OOC stuff and your rp blog turns into a personal blog. 

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  I do like Fluff and Smut when it is done right. Angst is something that has to be really made well otherwise I will not write angst at all.

PLOTS OR MEMES:  I usually avoid over plotting, for me plotting is just, two characters, the location they meet in and how they know each other. I often wing it, at least when it is a rather relaxed threads. I usually go more for memes, to break the ice and start something.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Depends on my mood. I can write long replies but often times they get medium in length.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: It is usually in the morning. I tend to get very unfocused in the evening and my back starts to hurt way more, which cause my hands to get numb or not as repsonsive.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I hope not, since some of them are evil jackasses. But I come close personality wise to Quentius, Moony and Archer.

stolen from: @tranquilbroken

Tagging: Whoever wants to.

[ao3feed-piper-fsole]

Chapters: 26/? Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout 3 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Sole Survivor/Piper Wright, Cait & Female Sole Survivor (Fallout), Cait/Curie (Fallout), Amata Almodovar/Female Lone Wanderer, Female Lone Wanderer/Sarah Lyons, Female Lone Wanderer/Moira Brown Characters: Female Sole Survivor, Piper Wright, Nat Wright, Nick Valentine, Cait (Fallout), Synth Shaun, OC - Character, Deacon (Fallout), Robert Joseph MacCready, Preston Garvey, Vault-Tec Representative, Danny Sullivan, Paladin Danse (Fallout), Curie (Fallout), Strong (Fallout), X6-88, Codsworth (Fallout), Sturges (Fallout), Mama Murphy (Fallout), Dogmeat (Fallout), Ellie Perkins, Ada (Fallout), Nuka-World Gangs, Female Lone Wanderer, Amata Almodovar, Sarah Lyons, Moira Brown Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, One-Shots, Quests, Nice Sole, Shy Sole, Full INT/Low CHR, Non-Lawyer Sole, Biochemist/Pharmacist Sole, Sole Not Originally From Boston Area, Sole is a Child at Heart, Piper and Female Sole are adorable!, Minutemen, railroad, Nate is Female Sole's twin, Super-Nerd Sole, Shaun is Female Sole's nephew, Nuka-World DLC, far harbor dlc, Some Implied Smut in a Couple Parts, Against Brotherhood... I miss Sarah Lyons!, Yes Lone Wanderer is here... Series: Part 1 of Shadow's Adventures in Different Universes Summary:

Just a bunch of one-shots inspired by my playthrough. Piper is just so awesome. My Sole (Shadow) has 10 INT, but low CHR... her STR is decent, though. Randomness... May or may not add Brotherhood of Steel. I liked Sarah Lyons from Fallout 3 better... Minutemen will definitely be in here, as will the Railroad. Now adding in Nuka-World and Far Harbor one-shots.

[frnchgirls]

warnings: 18+, nsfw, exhibitionism, lots of dirty talk, implied finishing inside :]

after pining for you for so long, danny finally gets you alone with him in a vacant bedroom at a vandals house party. he's far too focused on staying quiet and on the way you're taking him that he doesn't even notice when cockroach barges in, mistaking the room for a bathroom.

he had every intention of keeping what he saw to himself, really. but what's he supposed to do when he returns to the living room, blushing like a kid who just stumbled upon his father's playboy collection? "you was gone for half a second." corky taunts, puffing smoke from the corner of his mouth, "don't tell me ya got lost again."

cockroach just dumbly stands in front of the guys, stammering and growing redder by the minute. "no fuckin' way, i know that look. you walked in on someone, didn't ya?" wahoo chimes in, unable to hide his shit eating grin as he points an accusatory finger. him and corky exchange knowing glances.

johnny huffs, standing from the couch with outstretched hands in an attempt to intervene, "no, no. leave the poor bastard alone. just cause you two ain't gettin' laid doesn't mean ya gotta ruin it for everyone else." but he of all people should know that together, wahoo and corky are an unstoppable force.

wahoo rises to his feet, pointedly flicking a bottle cap in johnny's direction. "show me what room they're in or i'm takin' ya outside and you'll be pissin' in the fire pit." he threatens, and cockroach really doesn't want that. so, he complies, whimpering like a kicked dog as he walks over to the aforementioned room with the two knuckleheads in tow. corky practically breaks down the door. "i'm sorry, they made me do it. 'm so sorry-" cockroach cries out, and wahoo shoves him to the side before he can blabber on any longer.

the intrusion has danny turning his head as he shields your body from view with his own. once he realizes who the culprits are, he lets out an irritated groan. wahoo cheers, "holy shit, danny boy actually fuckin' did it." and claps corky on the back. danny pulls out of you, reaching for his discarded button-up to cover you with, and the boys' hurrahs are quickly replaced by sounds of discontent. "hey, we didn't tell ya to stop. you was puttin' on a good fuckin' show." corky whines, palming himself through his jeans.

danny moves to put on his briefs, quipping, "in your dreams, tweedle dee and tweedle dum." but you wrap a hand around his wrist to stop him. what's the harm in letting them watch? neither of you got to cum and you're aching for it, and you trust wahoo and corky and you'd be lying if you said they didn't make up for in looks what they lack in brains. " 's okay. i don't mind... if you don't." you confess, rubbing soothing circles into danny's skin.

he looks between the three of you, blinking, "are ya sure?" and you're quick to respond, "yeah, long as they keep their hands to themselves." wahoo and corky think they must've died and gone to heaven. "yes, yes. we'll be so good." "won't even know we was here." "scout's honor!" they blurt, talking over each other, and you chuckle before giving danny the go-ahead.

he begrudgingly throws your legs over his shoulders as you toss his shirt back onto the floor. wahoo and corky buzz with anticipation, whispering to each other while unbuttoning their pants. danny spits on his hand, smearing the sticky substance on his shaft before sliding into you once more. the room fills with your collective moans, sourced mostly from wahoo and corky touching their cocks to the sight of danny pounding into your cunt.

"shit, look at her tits bounce when he fucks her." wahoo grunts, nudging corky with his elbow while he speeds up the flick of his wrist. corky sighs in acknowledgement. wahoo's words spur you on, digging your nails into the pale flesh of danny's back as you meet his thrusts with your hips. his words seem to spur danny on too, when he leans in and tauntingly sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, making direct eye contact with wahoo. he lets out a strangled moan, like the sound was ripped right out of his throat.

"oh- oh my god, 's so fuckin' hot." wahoo mewls, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to break the skin. corky tightens his grip on his dick, teasing the tip with the pad of his thumb. "i'd kill someone if it meant i got a chance to taste that." he hums, "how tight is she? i- i gotta know." being talked about so lewdly as if you aren't even there has you clenching around danny. he smirks before replying, "so tight it feels like she's chokin' me, gonna milk the cum right outta my fuckin' balls."

the words practically have wahoo and corky groaning in unison, mouths agape as they clutch desperately at each other's clothes. " 's good, bet it feels so goddamn good." " 'm gettin' close." "yeah, me too." their words overlap once again, speech akin to ragged pants. now danny knows all of you are almost there, based on the way your walls are fluttering around him, which prompts him to say; "you two gonna cum to the thought of fuckin' my girl? yeah, go on, cum f' her. spurt all over your hand and make a mess of yourselves. it's all you're ever gonna get."

the filth that falls from his lips pushes the four of you over the edge simultaneously, strings of curses tying knots that connect you to each other.

despite what danny said, wahoo and corky still don't know if they're gonna get to do this again. there's a glint in your eyes that seems pretty promising. but what wahoo and corky do know, is that they are so not shutting up about this.

that's not gonna give the other vandals any ideas, right?

[frnchgirls]

an accidental discovery is made one night when danny’s fucking you in the bathroom at one of the vandal’s frequented bars. you’re being so loud and it’s making him red in the face and yes the guys are wrapped up in their game of pool, especially now that sonny convinced the gang to get money involved, but that doesn’t change the fact that the walls are thin and here you are moaning like a goddamn pornstar.

his hand clamped over your mouth isn’t enough and that’s when a lightbulb goes off in his head. danny reaches into the heap of his discarded clothes and pulls out one of his half-sharpened pencils. yes, one of those pencils. a pencil that’s often sat behind his ear in such a way that always inexplicably manages to turn you on. a pencil that’s probably been used to jot down notes about every vandal he’s interviewed so far.

he tells you to open up like a good girl and in less than a second you’re clamping down on the wood with your teeth. at first you don’t know how to feel about the taste. you can already tell your jaw will ache by the end of it, but then his hips are snapping back into yours and your eyes are rolling back and oh no, it’s working as the perfect little gag. you’re drooling around it and it’s dripping down your chin and danny realizes he has to bring a pencil with him everywhere now.

before he knows it, all his pencils are decorated with your horizontal bite marks. he doesn’t think twice about it until johnny or any other particularly observant vandal mentions it; makes fun of him, calls him an animal for chewing through his pencils like a teething puppy. danny takes the teasing in stride and lies that it’s a bad habit he’s trying to break. he’ll make up any excuse as long as the other guys never find out about his real bad habit.