#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)

- Here On Out (Benny Cross x Kathy Cross) 💔

[rainforest-daisies]

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?”

[hausofmamadas]

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 x 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)

[thebloodychampion]

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.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

babe, darling, my absolute dream,

this is the first full on smut i’ve ever reblogged and it is such an honor for me that it is this 💖💖💖💖 this is…..beyond reproach, but you have got to stop toning it down! people come for the meat, the juice, if you’ve got it you’ve got to go for all of it. I love it i love it i love it i love it!!!!!!!! AAAAAHHH

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?