#danny lyon x reader

[groovyangelkisses]

this song but it's a lil chapel wedding with benny ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

• before the wedding, you sit in the pews, wedged between benny & johnny, johnny fiddling with the ends of your veil, makin' sure "benny's pretty babydoll stays as fresh and clean as a daisy."

• benny's got his arm slung over your shoulder as johnny whispers in your ear, trying to get your nervous giggles out

• the whoooooole club is there at the chapel, dried rice stuffed in their dirty denim pockets and a smile plastered on their faces. brucie passes out cigars to everyone, while cal fixes his hair for pictures and zipco pesters danny about his camera and taking the best pictures possible.

• you've got the most gorgeous little bouquet made of lillies and wildflowers and baby's breath, and your sweet, white teacup dress & short veil flow so happily behind you.

• and benny... well he's benny. clad in his clunky boots, naturally distressed 501s and colors— fresh off the road, fresh into your arms. his hair is windswept and his smile is so sweet, kissin' at your ears and neck when he thinks the priest isn't peeking.

• the chapelain thinks this is, quite possibly, the most motley crew of people he's ever seen; soft pinks mixed with rough blue and black, the dirt on the bikers' boots beginning to turn the pristine steps brown with muck.

• benny uses his pinky ring for your wedding ring, nervously wedging it off his hand and sliding it onto yours as johnny chortles "this kid..." but it doesn't matter to you, its so intimate, so romantic, so him that you need to supress a shiver

• benny absolutely takes the "you may now kiss the bride" wayyyy too seriously. he sweeps you into his arms, slowly but god... the weight of his hands grabbing you... crushing you to his chest and he kisses you like he'll never breathe again. it's intense, benny pressing against your shoulder blades to keep you kissin him, because he knows you're blushin something fierce. like his tongue is almost in your throat, kissin you before god, johnny and all his buddies peerin' through the window hoopin' and hollering like he intends to take you right there..... and he would.... but he pulls back with a few pecks, turning to the chaplain and askin "can i take my wife home now, father?"

• the door bursts open, and the club cheers, throwing the rice and slappin' benny on the back and tellin you how pretty of a bride you are as you run down the steps to benny's bike

• benny's got soup & beer cans strung on ribbon and hanging from the back of his bike, and a little sign that wahoo wrote out that says "just married!"

• and as you straddle the bike, your bouquet coming to rest on benny's tummy as you wrap your arms around his waist, you remember the final thing you need to do!

• lifting the hem of your short dress, the club begins to jeer and wolf whistle at your lightly exposed thigh, benny smilin' at the sight of your sweet little garter; a white ruffled thing with a blue bow and a vandals logo resting exactly in the center.

• as you struggle to slide it off your leg, and eventually ask a VERY flustered danny to do so for you, benny kickstarts his bike and another round of cheers and rice emerge.

• "i'm gonna take my little wifey home now, alright fellas?" benny yells over the exhaust, squeezin your cheeks into a pout, and cooing "gimme a kiss baby, give your husband some lovin'"

• as you peel off, headed on to your honeymoon (which is truthfully just driving around town, and spending four uninterrupted days in benny's trailer, blissfully entangled with one another) you throw your little garter in the air, tossing it to one person in particular.

• and when johnny catches that garter, and sees your sweet little smile, always slightly for him, he pulls it to his lips, dangles it from his fingers, and moves it to rest in the pocket above his heart <3

[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.

[semperamans]

danny stares, but he swears it's just because he's an artist, y'know? he sees things others don't take the time to notice. i mean, it has absolutely nothin' to do with how infatuated he is with you.

danny knows his place in the club; he's the ridealong - the one who sits there n'listens and doesn't stick his nose anywhere it doesn't belong until one day he has to because these guys don't look too good. danny stares. it's the way their lips curl and how their eyes refuse to leave your ass despite benny's cut resting inches above it. it's no good. no good at all n'he knows shit is going to pop off the moment you extract yourself from the gaggle of wives and girlfriends. it's not your fault. you should be allowed to walk off to get a fuckin' beer without havin' people grope at ya. it's not your fault that danny has a broken nose. but he does.

the fucked up part of it all is that he would do it again just for the iota of attention you're giving him :( it happened so fast: the way one of the new guys grabbed you, but danny was there n'usin' all his upper body strength to push 'em off. danny's bony fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into his arms an' he doesn't really remember when he got punched in the nose, but he recalls the way johnny n'benny came chargin' in and how chaos erupted and how he looked down to find you tremblin' and scared and staring right up at him.

danny stares because in this sorry excuse for a house, you are the most beautiful thing in it. he's never been this close to you before; so close he can see galaxies in your eyes and smell your perfume and see your pulse thrumming hummingbird fast in the soft hollow concave of your neck. it's not your fault danny has a broken nose, but you are sure going to take care of him anyway. you're standin' between his legs as he sits on the toilet cover, one hand carefully balancing his chin while the other gently orchestrates a cleanup effort with a wet handkerchief. you're so pretty n'danny thought he'd taken enough pictures to know what you look like but apparently not. he never knew about that freckle, n'that little quirk to your lips n'he wants to ask about that scar but his mouth is so dry from the adrenaline and sonny's weed and just bein' this close to you that he finds he can't talk. can only listen as you hum some song and thank him every now n'then for comin' to your rescue. the way you look at him - i mean, it's more than just casual, right? danny's stared at you long enough to articulate that twinkly look in your eyes. y'only ever have it when benny n'johnny are around, but you've got it now. now as you toss the hankie into the sink. now as you reach down and take his hand and help 'em up. now as you're grinnin' at him, tuggin' the lapels of his cut and makin' him promise to stay outta trouble - to "let the big guys handle it." - n'he doesn't know what that means but danny nods regardless because you could tell him to jump off a building and he would.

so, okay, maybe danny's staring has something to do with how infatuated he is with you, but that's okay. right?

[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. 

[zablife]

Listen Carefully

Summary: Danny falls in love with Johnny's girl during his interviews.

Warnings: slightly nsfw, angst

Danny leans one elbow forward on his trembling knee, extending the microphone closer as a way to bridge the gap between your bodies. He listens carefully as you confide the secrets of the club. Though he doubts it's anything Johny hasn't told you to say, he's still mesmerized by your every movement, so much so he's barely moved in the past twenty minutes. Cigarette between his lips all but forgotten, he finds he can barely breathe in your presence, let alone smoke. He only becomes aware of the impediment when you dip forward to tug ever so gently at his cigarette, glossy lips parted as though you might replace it with a kiss.

Despite his best efforts to stay cool and detached, the corners of his mouth turn upward in a goofy grin. The heart of a rabbit beating within his chest when you gaze back at him, smile bathing his entire body in honey coated warmth. You twirl a lock of your hair as you hold him under your spell and the effect is instantaneous. His palm lands on the ground, fingers tangling in the tall grass to keep the world from spinning as all the blood rushes to his crotch. Your head cocks to the side as you take notice, eyes flicking downward momentarily, diverting to the tape recorder at the last moment as you ask sweetly, "Do you need anything else, Danny?"

The sound of his name on your tongue could make him cum on the spot, but the loud roar of a motor cycle engine behind him reminds him you're not alone. His hand shifts to the front of his trousers, clearing his throat in a poor attempt to hide his discomfort. "Maybe a few more questions..." he grunts.

Benny cuts his eyes at Danny from across the lawn before taking a swig of whisky. “You believe this guy?” he asks Johnny, hackles up even though you haven't been touched. He stands, ready to charge, but Johnny places a hand to his chest.

“Wait a second. Got a better idea,” he chuckles, stamping out his cigarette. Sauntering over to the patch of ground Danny occupies, Johnny settles behind you, tickling the spot beneath your ribs he knows will produce the most delicious, impish giggle.

"Hi baby," you simper, turning your head to capture his face in between your palms. He doesn't hesitate staking his claim, kissing you with heated passion. Then he turns your chin back toward Danny, urging you to concentrate on the questions the young man is struggling to ask.

And though his brain is foggy, Danny presses on with Johnny bearing down on him, Johnny relishing the thought that he's throwing the kid off his game. As Danny stutters out the next question, Johnny's large hand caresses your stomach, your shirt billowing in the breeze to reveal a slight swell. Wait until he finds out she's pregnant, Johnny thinks with a mischievous smirk, but keeps that part to himself as he accepts a cool beer from Cal.

Then another devilish thought comes to mind. Let's give him one more souvenir to take back to that fancy college of his. Running the icy cool beer bottle between your exposed shoulder blades, Johnny feels you jump between his legs and you gasp out a deep, raspy breath that sounds so wanton and orgasmic, Johnny feels his own cock twitch at the sound. He's sure he catches Danny gulp too.

"That's...that's all I need," Danny admits soon after, excusing himself to somewhere unknown and Johnny can't help but toss his head back and laugh. Little does he know the damage that's been done to the poor kid's psyche.

He'll go home and replay that tape until the ribbon is threadbare, ticking ominously in the recorder late one night as he's jerking himself off to the now familiar sound of your high pitched whimper, despairing as the reel snaps in half just before his favorite part... "Hi baby."

He hadn't wanted to accept Brucie's letter until now, the cold hard truth that you're having Johnny's baby, but that's when he has to admit you'll never be his. This recording was the tether to his sanity, the last moment he'd allowed himself to dream of something more. He pitches forward in the darkness to mourn, part of him wishing he'd never known you so he might never have felt such sorrow.

[drabbles-mc]

Off the Record

Danny Lyon x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, drinking, smoking, no use of "y/n"

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: thinking about danny and his cute lil smile always

The best and worst thing was that everyone was just somebody who knew somebody. Anytime a person tried to ask about anyone else, the immediate answer was just who they happened to know, or be married to, or be related to. They were always someone’s friend, some guy that this person knew.

Danny knew that it wasn’t just him that was getting those answers. He knew that people from other clubs would ask Johnny about him, ask who this kid was following them around with a microphone and a camera. They’d ask, understandably so he supposed, why some kid who had to hang onto the back of someone else for dear life had his own set of colors to wear.

Johnny always answered the questions by giving as little of an answer as possible.

“He’s a friend of ours. Good kid.’’

“He takes pictures—can’t ride and take pictures at the same time, now can he?”

“He’s one’a us, the fuck’s it matter to you?”

Danny was smart enough to know that Johnny’s vague, and slightly aggressive, answers to people outside their own club probably saved his ass on more than one occasion. He knew that, was thankful for it too. The frustration came from being on the receiving end of those answers that didn’t do much to answer anything. He wondered if Johnny even knew that he was doing it.

The crowd at the Dayton picnic was massive—bigger than any gathering that Danny had been to so far. There were plenty of people to talk to, more photo opportunities than he had rolls of film. He’d been making his rounds, making sure not to stray too far from the pack that the Vandals had shown up as.

He had the camera strap around his neck, but he didn’t let it hang and rest against his chest. He was still holding onto it, ready to lift it and snap just the right photo at just the right time if the opportunity presented itself. He was scanning the crowd for just that opportunity when he saw you. You were sitting on the closed trunk of someone’s car, maybe it was yours, not that it mattered to him right then. Your legs dangled over the edge of it, boots swinging slightly in front of the license plate. You had a beer in your hand and a grin on your face as you listened to whatever conversation was happening in front of you, the guys all sitting on the ground around one of the dozens of coolers that people had shown up with.

Danny made his way back towards the crowd, keeping you in his peripheral as he walked up to the table that Johnny was sitting on, Betty sitting on the bench in front of him between his legs. He snapped a quick photo of that before approaching to talk to him.

He slunk up to the table, leaning against it but not quite venturing to sit on it the way that Johnny was. He cleared his throat quietly first and then spoke up. “Hey, Johnny?”

Johnny turned to look at him, one hand on Betty’s shoulder, one hand holding a cigarette. “Yeah?”

“I got a question.”

Johnny chuckled. “You always do. That’s kinda your whole thing.”

Danny smiled, giving a shrug as he nodded. “Yeah. Not, um,” he cleared his throat, “not for the book.”

Johnny’s eyebrows shot up at that but he didn’t say anything. Danny couldn’t help but to notice the fact that even though most everyone else wasn’t paying attention, Betty had tuned into the conversation as well. What had originally felt like a bit of a silly question to ask, now suddenly felt much more embarrassing and he hadn’t even spat out the words yet.

He fiddled with the camera in his hands for a moment, cleared his throat again even though there was no need to. “Who’s, you know,” he nodded over in your direction, still perched so nicely on the trunk of that car, “over there on the car. With the boots and…” he trailed off before he made a fool of himself more than he already had.

Betty did him the courtesy of not looking directly at him, which is something that Danny was thankful for even if he didn’t say it. But he could tell by the smile stretching across her face that she knew exactly what was going on.

The same couldn’t be said for her husband, though. Johnny looked over at you, knit his brows in thought for a moment, and then shrugged. “Ah, she’s, you know, she’s one’a Gina’s friends I think.”

Danny nodded to show that he was paying attention, hoping that it would get Johnny to keep talking. He should’ve known better than to hope for that, since Johnny only ever seemed to carry a conversation in three-to-eight-word segments before passing the baton back off again.

“Right,” Danny said, fighting the urge to twist the strap of his camera. “What’s the—”

“Hey!” Johnny called out, cutting Danny off when he saw an argument starting to break out across the lawn. He gently patted Betty’s shoulder, a cue to let him get up. Whatever Danny was going to try and ask him became the least important thing as he took off to try and mediate the mess that was happening.

Danny stood there beside Betty, both of them watching as Johnny stalked off to try and shut down whatever it was that was happening. Considering that Corky was one half of the argument, it couldn’t have been anything too extreme. A nuisance, probably, but nothing that would result in any fists being thrown.

“She’s sweet,” Betty said, still looking at Johnny.

Danny turned and looked at her. “What?”

Betty finally looked up at him, giving a small nod. “She’s a nice girl.”

Danny nodded as he took in what Betty was saying, the look on her face. He and Betty knew each other, of course, but she didn’t ever seem too keen on interviews. He got some photos of her, some of her with Johnny. They’d chat sometimes, but never with a microphone between them. The conversation they were having now felt even more off the record.

“If you want to know what her deal is, I’d suggest you ask her.” There was a levity to her tone that had Danny smiling despite the blush warming his cheeks.

“Right. I just,” he chuckled nervously, “you know.”

Betty laughed as she grabbed the beer bottle that Johnny had been drinking out of. She took a sip before saying, “Put that microphone to good use.”

He cracked a full grin at that. “Yeah, maybe.”

They both turned to look at Johnny, and whatever the argument had been must not have been that important because it was all done and over with now. Johnny and Corky were walking back towards the table with a couple men from a different club in tow. Danny went to lift his camera up to try and snap a photo but before he could press the button, Betty spoke up.

“Go on. There’s a hundred of these guys runnin’ around here today.”

She didn’t say it, but Danny still heard the unspoken, “So use your film for something worthwhile instead,” that was thinly hidden at the end of her statement. He knew that he’d never stop kicking himself if he didn’t take her advice, because it wasn’t as though she was typically one to be doling it out to the guys in the club. So, he let his camera drop back to his chest, and gave Betty a tiny nod of thanks before turning and heading back over towards you.

The guys noticed Danny approaching before you did. Cal and Wahoo were both camped out, half-sprawled on the ground around the cooler. They were watching Danny, smiles growing as they thought up their greeting remarks. Meanwhile your focus was trained on the cigarette between your lips, or more precisely, the lighter you were trying to flick to life to light it. Something about the concentration on your face, the furrow of your brows, had Danny fighting the urge to pick up the lens and snap a photo of you.

“Look who it is,” Cal spoke up with a wave.

“Came to find your models, right?” Wahoo joked, but the proud smile on his face said that he was hoping Danny would humor him.

Danny chuckled, shaking his head. “Almost outta film. Gotta be careful with it.”

They both made sounds of offense that quickly dissolved into laughter. “This fuckin’ guy,” Wahoo muttered, shaking his head.

There was a beat of quiet, the chatter of other groups around keeping it from falling into real silence. You still hadn’t gotten the flame of your lighter to catch. Wahoo’s hazy focus had drifted to other things. Danny was watching you with that little perma-grin on his face and Cal was seeing the whole entire thing.

He chuckled, sitting himself upright, palms flat on the ground now. There was a knowing glint in his eyes. “Danny, you met—”

“Shit,” you muttered, not meaning to cut Cal off but accomplishing that anyway. You shook your head before angrily pitching your lighter as far away from you as possible. You were about to give up and shove the cigarette back into your pack too when all of a sudden there was another lighter being held up in front of you.

“Here,” Danny’s lighter came to life on the first try, his hand cupping to shield it from the non-existent breeze.

You looked at him, your skepticism shining through for a moment before you leaned forward and lit your cigarette off the tiny flame he was offering you. You nodded as you pulled away, smoke slipping from between your lips as you said, “Thanks.”

He smiled as he tucked the lighter back into his pocket. “Welcome.”

Cal spoke up, not willing to let this die out with a three-word exchange. He looked at you, dopey smile on his face. “This is the guy we were tellin’ you about. You know, making the book.”

You turned and looked at Danny then, really looked at him. Maybe you should’ve known that’s who he was. Not that you tried to make a habit of judging based off looks, but he didn’t seem quite like the rest of the guys in the club. Sure, he was wearing the colors, he had his own little gold earring in his ear, tiny bit of scruff coming in. But there was a sweetness to his face that the rest of these guys didn’t have. Didn’t mean that they weren’t nice, of course, but living rough gave people a roughness about them. Danny didn’t look like he had that.

“You’re the one makin’ these guys think they’re pretty enough to model, then?” you asked with a laugh.

Danny laughed, shoulders relaxing at the apparent success of his introduction, even if he wasn’t really the one introducing himself. “Yeah, that’s me.”

You gestured to the two men on the ground in front of you. “Like these boys don’t have big enough heads already.”

Wahoo spoke up, pointing at you with no actual malice. “My head is perfectly sized.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin as you tapped the ash off the end of your cigarette. “Why don’t you lay off the beer for a couple hours and then we’ll talk about it.”

As the laughter among you was starting to quiet, Cal gestured to the trunk of the car where you were sitting. “Sit down, man. Come on. Stay a while.”

Danny chuckled and shook his head at Cal’s lack of subtlety, but he still looked over to you to see if you were going to protest it at all. A smile curled the ends of your lips before you took another drag off your cigarette. You saw the way that his cheeks started to turn pink, but you decided that you’d be kind enough not to say anything about it. Instead, you made a small motion with your hand to the empty side of the trunk, a wordless confirmation of Cal’s invite.

He sat down next to you, camera now in his lap because of the way that the two of you were sitting. He was looking around, trying not to just stare directly at you. It was cute—so was the way that he was still holding onto his camera like he’d be ready to use it at a moment’s notice. You leaned back slightly, bracing yourself with one hand against the car while the other held your cigarette. You smiled before initiating a real introduction, something a little more informative than the commentary Danny had been greeted with. At least this way he’d actually learn your name.

“So,” you inhaled off your cigarette again before continuing, “what do you do when you’re not on the back of one of these guys’ bikes?”

Danny chuckled, looking into your eyes for a moment before he went back to looking at everything else about you too. Suddenly he was thinking that he should light his own cigarette just to have something to keep his hands busy. He didn’t have the security blanket of a microphone between you now.

“I’m in school.” He held up his camera for a moment. “Photography.”

You smiled, nodding. “Makes sense.” You pulled a final drag off your cigarette before flicking the butt of it away. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

He laughed, the tone of it asking the question of, “That obvious?” without him having to say it out loud. “No ma’am. I’m from New York.”

Your eyes widened, the last tendrils of smoke slipping past your lips and into the air as you reiterated it back to him. “New York? And you decided to come here?” You motioned to Cal and Wahoo, who were now both trying to reach in and grab beer bottles for themselves while moving as little as possible. “For them?”

The smile on Danny’s face was warm, a little bit of a sparkle in his eyes. “It’s been fun. I’m glad I’m here.” He paused. “What about you?”

You chuckled. “I’m from around here, yeah. Not, you know,” you gestured to the field, “here. But back home.”

His cheeks darkened. “Yeah, right. No, I meant, um, what do you do? When you’re not,” he mimicked your gesture from a few seconds before, “doing this.”

Whether it was because you’d been smiling so consistently, or because your smile had just kept growing, you weren’t sure, but either way you could feel the ache starting in your cheeks. It wasn’t enough to dampen your expression. “This how all your interviews go?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t think this was an interview.” He dragged his hand down the side of his face, fingers running through his beard. “Would’ve prepared better.”

“Probably still should have!” Wahoo piped up.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Make yourself useful, will ya? Grab us a couple’a beers?”

He groaned dramatically. “Gonna make me get up?”

You nudged him lightly with the toe of your boot. “Yeah, I am.”

You let the silence stretch for as long as it needed to while Wahoo grabbed beers for both of you. He grumbled the whole time but you also caught the fact that he was trying not to laugh. It was too much fun giving each other a hard time. You were waiting for him to dramatically throw himself back onto the ground, but instead he headed off to where some more of the guys were sitting. It only took a couple seconds for Cal to get up and wander off in a completely different direction, leaving the two of you with some comment about having seen some guy with a bike that had carburetors he wanted to take a closer look at.

Once you took a swig of the beer Wahoo had handed you, you got around to answering Danny’s original question. “I work at a diner across town from The Stoplight.” You chuckled at his slightly confused expression. “That’s what I do when I’m not doin’ this.”

He laughed, nodding. “Right.” He toyed with the bottle between his hands. “How’d you meet these guys, then?” He chuckled. “They don’t seem like the diner types.”

You could feel how ridiculous and cheesy your grin was but you couldn’t stop it, either. “No, no they’re not. Not anymore, anyway.” You paused, bringing the bottle to your lips. “Gina did my nails a couple times. We got talkin’ and she asked if I wanted to grab a drink.” You laughed and shook your head at the mild ludicrousness of it all. “Didn’t think that she was gonna take me to the other side of town and into a biker bar, but it turned out alright.”

“Seems to be a common theme,” Danny commented with a soft laugh.

You shrugged. “Yeah, kind of. But I think it’s, you know, it’s ‘cause they’re just guys. They’re guys with bikes. And yeah, they’ve got,” you gently tugged on the hem of the vest he was wearing, “matching outfits and loud mufflers. But they’re alright. Just…don’t’ look it when they’re all traveling like a pack of wolves together.” You paused and saw that starry look back in his eyes again. “Now this feels more like an interview.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “No microphone. All off the record.”

“Real reassuring, thank you,” you joked, allowing your shoulder to press up against his. You paused. “How long before you go back to New York?”

He shrugged. “At least ‘til I finish school—got a few more years. Why?”

You shook your head. “Just askin’. Making the interview go both ways.”

There was a flutter in his chest when he saw your smile, the glint in your eyes. He turned his torso so that he was facing you more directly. “If we’re interviewing, then I need to take your picture.” He set the beer bottle down on the trunk and lifted the camera instead. “For the book.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, letting it dissolve into laughter as he brought the camera up in front of his face. “For the book, I’m sure.” You watched as he lowered the camera just slightly, enough so that he could look you in the eyes. “What do you want me to…?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you want. It’s your picture.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s your book.”

“I almost took one of you earlier,” he confessed without thinking twice about it, “when you were trying to light your cigarette.”

That got a loud but genuine laugh out of you. “Something about me lookin’ pissed off felt photo-worthy?”

He was still just smiling, nodding. “Something, yeah.”

You were laughing, rolling your eyes as you rested your beer bottle on top of your leg, not caring about the condensation soaking into your jeans from the bottom of it. “You are somethin’ else.” Just as you tilted your head back up to look at him again you heard the click of the camera. Your face instantly felt warm. “Do I at least get to see it before you go sendin’ it places?”

“I’ll let you see it,” he promised with a nod.

“Alright. Guess that’s fair.” Setting your bottle off to the side, you wiped your hands off on your jeans before motioning for him to hand the camera over to you. “Let’s see that.”

“What?” he asked, a confused laugh tumbling past his lips.

“Photos go both ways too,” you quipped with a grin.

He hesitated for a moment, but he handed his camera over to you. He saw the way you were practically giddy as you held it carefully in your hands.

“Not usually on this side of the lens,” he said as his gaze diverted off for a moment.

Your smile softened. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine. You can do whatever you want, remember?”

He laughed and shook his head at you. In his time following the Vandals around, he’d come to realize just how easy it was to feel so close to people. There was an immersive nature to the club and the people in it. Still, he found himself getting a little bit of the wind knocked out of him as he looked over at you, watching the way you carefully turned his camera over in your hands to look at it more closely.

You felt the way that he was watching you, and for a moment you thought that he was just making sure that you weren’t about to drop or break one of his most prized possessions. But when you actually looked at him, and saw the wistful expression on his face, those worries instantly faded away.

Lifting up the camera, you pressed your eye to the viewfinder. When you filled the frame with Danny, a little glimpse of chaos in the far-off background but all the real focus on that quirky little smile on his face, you felt like you were starting to understand why he was content to follow these guys around like this. You must’ve been lost in your thoughts long enough to make him wonder, because he gave just the tiniest tilt of his head as he laughed, and that was when you snapped the photo.

Handing the camera back to him, you said, “Gotta let me see that one too.”

Danny chuckled and nodded, red blooming across his cheeks again. “I’ll make sure of it.”

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[pacifymebby]

Summers in the Air Baby Heavens in Your Eyes

Oblivious Danny X Oblivious Reader, no warnings just pining

You watched him from across the field not realising the melancholy sulk you wore on your face. Your lips a sullen pout, a little frown on your brow, tiny wrinkle at the bridge of your nose.

He was photographing Cathy again. You felt like he was always photographing Cathy, or Betty, or Gale. He never took photos of you.

Not that you blamed him, how could you blame him for anything? But especially not this. Not noticing you, when you were just one in so many women who were older, hotter, more life experience and substance. More intelligent things to say. More insight into the Vandals than you could have offered.

No, you couldn't blame him for paying more attention to them than you.

And yet it pained you still, when you had to watch him watching them. The way he'd rest his head to one side in the palm of his hand, his cheek squishing against his fist. The way he'd get that quiet smirk on his lips. The depth of his gaze when he was listening intently, taking every word in.

How could the boy who sees everything, never even notice you.

It broke your little heart.

Especially today.

Because you'd tried so hard to get his attention. You'd worn your prettiest white sundress, spent too long on your hair considering you were to spend the day sat in a field drinking beer with a bunch of rowdy bikers and their wives. You'd spent too long on your make up too, your lashes long and dark, your eyeliner delicately winged. Your lips a faint kissed cherry shade. And yet Danny had all but stared for a moment and turned his head swiftly away. Busied himself with prettier, more interesting women. Because of course he didn't have time for dumb girls like you.

At least that's what you were thinking as you watched him from across the field.

"Hey y/n." Johnny raised two hands in a still wave greeting you as he wandered over to your perch on the edge of a picnic table. "Whatcha doin sittin all alone for over here?" He asked, "y'know the girls are all sitting over there with Danny..." He said nodding behind him to where he already knew you knew the girls were sitting with Danny.

After all he'd been watching you pouting over at them all for the best part of half an hour now and if he was being honest, Johnny was getting tired with the sulk on your face.

"Y'know y'too pretty to waste your time sitting around with that sad little look on you all day..." He carried on. Johnny was a man of few words, tended to stay quiet unless he had something he needed to say, tended not to say things for the sake of it. So you knew he meant it when he teased you, knew he was talking to you now with intentions.

Still that didn't stop you rolling your eyes.

"Oh sure..." You replied with a sarcastic whine. You were trying to be more like Cathy, cause Cathy seemed to hold everyone's attention when she spoke. She was more grown up, more sure of herself. Everything you weren't and no wonder Danny was always pointing his microphone in her direction, listening to her with those deep, pensive eyes. He was always thinking about something and what you wouldn't give to have him share his thoughts with you. Better yet, be the one that so occupied his mind.

"Y'know I'm sure he'd love to be rescued by the prettiest girl at the picnic..." He said then, not even smiling at you, simply knocking your elbow with his to force your sullen glare back to him.

If you hadn't known better you'd have told him to fuck off. But you didn't get to swear at Johnny. Not just because you didn't want to disrespect him when your place in the gang was so flimsy anyway, but because over the time you'd known him, Johnny had become a bit of a father figure to you. Even if it did come across as merciless teasing you knew his remarks were supposed to be taken as friendly advice.

"He's workin..." You shrugged him off, wishing that you were brave enough to take Johnny's advice.

"Nah, he's heard every story Cathys got to tell... I'm sure he'd appreciate some new material to chew on..."

You gasped then, astounded he would dare say something so loaded to you, so heavily burdened with double meanings.

"Johnny!" You yelped, your cheeks burning scarlet as you whacked his arm and shook your head at him. "I can't believe you!"

"Oh come on honey you're smarter than that... You ain't shocked..." Chuckled Johnny, letting out a sigh as he stood up, "but hey, I'm just an old man, can't make you kids listen to me can I..."

And with that he wandered off, back to Benny and the boys, back to the bikes ready to rev an engine and start another deadly race around the homemade dirt track they'd all been busy carving out for themselves all day.

And you, well, you let your cheeks squish against your fists and let out a sigh, your eyes returning with longing to Danny. Danny who for a moment you could have sworn, had been looking at you.

For a moment your heart threatened to jump right out of your throat but when you took a breath and gathered composure you saw that he had returned his attention to Catchy and her cigarette as she waved it around and spun him another yarn about her beloved Benny and the trouble he was always causing her.

You knew you shouldn't have felt so bitter, Cathy had always been so kind to you. A real girls girl who had taken you under her wing, welcomed you into the fold. You just got jealous sometimes when you saw the girls with their men. How they had that one thing you wanted so badly. A pair of arms to wrap around your body when the sunset and the chill began to settle around you. Someone to kiss your neck by the fire, tickle their fingers over your waist until you shrieked and caused a scene and made the others laugh. You wanted to be the woman all the other women rolled their eyes at. Just once.

He's taken too many pictures of you for someone who hasn't yet said two words to you. Too many beautiful pictures, and none of them, can he honestly say, are for the book. Not that he doesn't think the whole world would love to look at your sweet smile, your dewy dark eyes gazing just past the lens, just past him - much to his dismay. Not that he doesn't think people would be as mesmerised by you as he is... No. It's just that if he's being honest, even though you're not his girl, Danny has already decided he doesn't want to share you with anyone.

If only he could work up the courage to speak to you for once then perhaps he could tell you that himself.

He sat in the grass, elbow resting on his knee, chin resting on his closed fist as he held his microphone out to Cathy Cross and forced himself to tune back into another story about Benny. Fuck how he wished he could be more like Benny.

This was a story he was pretty sure she had told him before, about when her and Benny first met. How she'd given him the cold shoulder and he'd persisted. Danny could hardly get his head around that. The confidence, the self-certainty that Benny must have possessed to know that if he just kept trying he'd win a woman like Cathy over. A woman who was almost, almost as beautiful as you.

Benny who had the looks, those pretty boy puppy eyes that women loved, but with all the rugged edges of a man who worked with his hands and knew how to use them. A man with no fear, unscathed by anxiety. A man who knew exactly how to smile at a woman and slip so casually into her heart.

Danny wasn't that kind of guy at all. In fact ask any of the guys he was riding with what they really thought of him and he was sure he knew exactly what they'd say.

"He's cool yeah, for a pinko college boy..."

Yeah, he could dream, he could wear the colours and tear the sleeves off his denims all he wanted but at the end of the day that was what he was. A pinko photography major and that, that was why an absolute dream girl like you would never look twice at him.

"And 5 weeks later... I married him..." Cathy grinned, her voice singsong teasing, her hand on her heart as her eyes lit up with mischief.

Danny smiled, grinned along and tried to think of a question he could ask to keep her talking... To keep giving him an excuse to stay sitting there, pretending to look at her, when in fact he was really watching his periphery for little glimpses of you.

But in the end Cathy got tired of talking. She did as she always did and dusted herself down, gave him a wink and told him to ask some of the other girls what they thought of the boys and their "toys" as she always referred to the bikes.

"You should try asking y/n a thing or two, get a couple of lines to accompany all those pretty pictures you been snappin of her all day.... Yeah, I noticed that..." She grinned, "you boys think I don't notice anythin well, you're all dumb... Especially you honey, you're the worst..." She teased as she walked away with all the confidence of a woman about to wrap her arms around Benny Cross and demand a little attention knowing she'd get exactly that.

Danny watched her in disbelief, hoping his cheeks weren't as red as they felt. Stealing a nervous glance in your direction to try and gauge whether you'd heard Cathy's remark. Her voice carrying in the way it always did.

But you seemed oblivious. Actually you seemed exactly as you had done all day. Completely lost to the world, lost in your own thoughts. Sulking and pensive, real sorry looking. It made Danny want to drop his camera and his recorder and snake an arm around your waist. Ask you what was troubling you so that you might lean your head on his shoulder and let him tend your aching heart.

He wondered which of the bikers had broken your tender heart, tried to glance around them to see if he could see where your melancholy gaze landed. But he couldn't tell.

Every now and then he thought you might have been looking at him. Sometimes when your dark lashed fluttered slowly, your eyes glistening with a sulk, he was sure it was him you were gazing at from across the field. But then someone would pass behind him, one of the guys and he'd decide that Corky or Cal were a far more likely candidate for a girl like you's affections.

"Hey Danny..."

Danny heard Johnny before he saw him. Saw his dirty boots stop just in front of his before he looked up and saw the older man standing there in his deep blue denims, his hands waved in a still greeting. "Y'know I been thinkin you ain't gonna be able to keep riding with us..." He said. His words hanging in the air for a moment, not a hint of amusement.

Danny looked up at him with his head cocked to one side, trying to work out whether he was joking or not. Deciding very suddenly that he might not be. Scrambling to his feet to speak to him.

"What? I mean w...why Johnny?" He asked, trying not to reveal his panic, knowing however that he couldn't hide his racing heart and the sick feeling in his stomach. Not to mention the terror which had shot through him at the thought he might have earnt himself a fight with Johnny Davis. Fists or knives he couldn't take on Johnny and he didn't want to either!

"Well," he sighed with a unnerving smirk, "if you insist upon breakin my little girls heart I just don't see how you can... Ride with us no more... Don't see how that's gonna work?" He said, his smirk only confusing Danny more.

"What?" He asked, his eyes flickering between Johnny's and the space just over his shoulder where only moments before he'd had a perfect view of you sulking at the edge of that picnic table but didn't anymore.

"What's confusin you Danny? You seem confused?" Asked Johnny cocking his head to one side. His pout almost certainly mocking him.

"Uh... Well I uh, I don't know who you're talkin about Johnny..." He said scratching the back of his neck nervously, "I don't have nothin to do with any of the girls... Except when I interview them but I promise you I ain't been foolin around with nobody..."

"Yeah, yeah I know you ain't... That's half the problem..." He replied, turning over his shoulder to scan the crowd for you. "I mean look at her Danny boy, don't you think she's sweet? C'mon kid, I know you college boys ain't stupid..."

But when he turned around to nod Danny in your direction he found that you'd disappeared and he knew with a sinking heart that he'd acted too late. That you'd probably given up once again, gone and found Cal or one of the others to give you a ride back home where you would no doubt be crying your little babydoll eyes out into your pillow for the college boy who was proving to be more stupid than Johnny had imagined.

"Well," said Johnny, "you don't need me to tell you that... You been snapping plenty enough pictures all day..." He said leaving Danny to frown, his brow knitted as he watched the empty picnic bench mournfully.

"Oh well, too late now..." Teased Johnny, "she'll be off with one of the boys... Why don't you grab yourself a beer, drink yourself a bit of fuckin courage..."

And well, in your absence that was all that Danny could do. Rejoin the men who were all gathered around the fire with their girls. Drink a couple beers and try to nurse his pitiful heart as the night and his jealousy grew. Because all those other boys sitting round the fire had someone to hold onto, someone to tease and kiss. Someone to lean against them. Make them feel like a man.

And Danny had fumbled yet another picnic, let you slip between his fingers once again.

If you would like a less tragic part two please let me know x

[babotaee]

Being Danny’s girl

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[xxanaduwrites]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ miss honey x benny cross ୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

da masterlist (main hive)

✎ elementary-teacher!reader x biker!benny 🏍️

residue

da beginning:

✎ sweet talkin’

✎ honey, are you comin’?

to be continued….

goin’ steady:

✎ teachin’ a lesson

✎ wearin’ that loved on look

to be continued….

bein’ married:

✎ m’no good

to be continued…

baby honey:

to be continued…

from the hive 🎙️🐝

honey interviews from the vault curtesy of danny lyon !

(🎤︎) session 1

[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.

[semperamans]

danny is so in love with you n'gets a little weird about it!!! this is insane!!!

danny bein' pathetically obsessed with you :'(

danny who knows you're off limits, but he still can't help but think about you when he's in bed an' he can't sleep because you said hi to him a couple of hours ago and he's just supposed to act normal after that? :'(

danny who quietly watches the way benny n'johnny love on ya n'takes notes just in case he ever gets an opportunity. you like your jaw cupped when you're kissed - he could do that. you like rubbin' your face against the scruff of johnny's neck - danny could try growin' his out :'( he's not all that tall, but he bought these new boots with heels! you like tall boys, don't you? :'( and no, he's not the biggest guy around, but he's been eatin' all his meat and potatoes to bulk up - you'd like that, wouldn't you? :'(

danny who "accidentally" walked in on you throatin' benny the other night n'hasn't been able to think of anything since. he's perpetually hard :'( he's jerked his cock so much that it hurts - hurts so bad - but he can't help but pathetically fuck his fist over and over while he thinks of everything your pretty mouth can do :'( how you can smile n'how your laugh escapes your lips often too quickly for you to catch and how your cheeks hollow as you suck :'( danny swears he didn't know someone could look so pretty with tears and snot dribblin' down their face until he saw you wrapped around benny and oh god, he's gonna cum again.

danny who secretly carries a picture of you in his wallet :'( when he goes to new york for a photography program n'his roommates ask him who you are he lies through his goddamn teeth. "s'my girl." he tells 'em with a shrug as if it's not a big deal when it would very much be the biggest deal if you loved him. he's a fucking liar, but it really helps, he thinks. it eases the pain of the truth just a bit when he tells the guys about when the two of ya started dating - "summer a'last year. yeah, met 'er at this bar" - n'how you were each others' firsts - "first everythin', y'know? special shit. sharin' such a fragile thing like that." - oh, and how much your daddy loves 'em - "the old man n'i go fishin' from time to time. he's just waitin' for the day i propose" - and ugh he loves this life he has created!!! it's so good!!!

danny who comes back to chicago and you're... pregnant? he's happy! of course he is because, my god, you're glowin' and all the guys are overjoyed and danny definitely doesn't cry himself to sleep that night!!! no!!! that's weird!!! he'd never!!! and he'd certainly not fool himself into thinkin' that's his baby!!! that you're full of him!!! he would simply never do a thing like that!!!!

"yeah, we're due in february." lights from times square illuminate his smile.

"wow! congrats, danny boy!"

danny who is not crazy! he just loves you n'that little one growin' in your tummy. and, you know, even if he were a little crazy, that would be just fine, right? s'not like he'd ever let you know the depth of his affections an' johnny n'benny would surely kill 'em over it, so he just lives his life fuckin' infatuated with you. he lives a fuckin' lie because it's better to do that than to not have you at all.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

hello there! I would love to read any of your thoughts/fics about Cal and/or Danny!

OR?! I could never pick between them, but for the sake of introductions let's start with thoughts because the fics are coming don't you worry. They just need a little fine tuning

Teeny thoughts/HCs for both below the cut (it's yap central up in here)🥰

Cal

I'm so obsessed with the way he talks, like absolutely entranced by his cadence and I love every scene of him telling some story. and I know that he'd know that, maybe not right away but eventually he'd recognize the look you give him around the bonfire while he's talking to the group is the same one you give him late in the evening close to the final page of your date nights. OH MY GOD!

when you find out he speaks french! i'm woozy just thinking about it, (i don't even care that i can't understand quebecois for the life of me) you'd ask him to say something to you just so you could hear the sound of it. even if he's gotten a little rusty since he hasn't has anyone to speak it with, and even if all he can recite are the few stories he remembers from his childhood, or motorcycle parts he's learned from the translations on the back of manuals. like a late night and you cant sleep and you just want the sound of his voice to relax to...he might not totally understand the attraction, but he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and if you're into it who is he to deny you such a simple wish?

and I don't think he'd be the type to be one of those "my old ball and chain" guys, like he's undoubtedly in love with you and in love with being around you as often as possible. so if you're home while he's working in the garage he's setting up a lawn chair for you to relax in, just to keep him company, if the weather's nice he's putting it out in the sun for you and if it's a little too hot he sets you up in the shade with a little cooler with whatever the two of you are into that week. and he's certainly not letting you lift a finger. not because he thinks you'll break something (which like you might, but who am i to judge) but because he doesn't want you getting grease all over your outfit or roughing up those soft, pretty hands of yours. he just wants your company

Danny

for right now in this moment, i'm all over the idea of being his "girl back home" like he's out in chicago with all these bikers getting into god knows what kind of trouble, while you're safe at home just thinking about him every hour of every day. of course he calls whenever he gets the chance, but it's never a sure thing with the amount of time he spends out on the longer runs. and long distance calls are expensive, but every time he does it's so precious. the few times you hear some new midwestern phrase or pronunciation slip in and get a few extra seconds on the call just to poke a little more fun at him.

the guys get ahold of his wallet one day and can't believe he's kept you a secret this long. 3 different pictures of you sit in the accordion folded holder between the fold of his wallet and he thanks god for the feeling he got that morning he should change the ones he had in before (much more,,,invigorating if you will), for these three that he brought with him too, just to be sure he can see all your different expressions every time he reaches into his back pocket.

AND WHEN YOU COME TO VISIT!! at first he's not so sure it's the best idea, worrying you won't like the guys or something might happen once you're there, but all that is secondary the moment he thinks about how long it's been since he's last seen you, and before he knows it he's calling you back and taking you up on that offer to get a week off of work and coming to see him. Once you're there he's not leaving your side for a minute, firstly because he feels the need to let everyone else know you're his (and that you are real, as much as Zipco and Wahoo tried to get him to admit to the pictures in his wallet being magazine clippings because what's a girl like you doing with a pinko "college-boy" like him) and second because he's missed you so much for so long and he doesn't know the next time you'll be back so he's getting every second he can with you

and oh goodness are you impressed with this new look he's adopted. so different from what he used to wear to class or out walking around the city together, but still it fits him so well. your knees almost give out the 3rd day of your visit when he comes out from his bedroom in a black tank top and his denim vest...and maybe you do feign heat exhaustion just so he'll take you home early on the back of the bike he's spent so many phone calls telling you about...just because the heat was a more internal kind doesn't mean it's any less real. or maybe the exhaustion was just that you were getting tired of seeing him look that hot without doing anything about it. either way he hasn't seen you pull him up his apartment stairs that fast since you first started dating

and not maybe, but certainly, your trip goes from one week to two to a month until the tragic reality of responsibility sinks in and you realize you really are running out of clothes...

[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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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)

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Show Me The Way Home  by  storm_of_sharp_things        

Commander James "Hurricane" Bond of the RAF is an instructor at the multinational Lightning Force training program at MCAS Beaufort, South Carolina, with Q as the civilian technical chief. Lieutenant Danny "Peach" Holt was part of the program, but after his pilot, Lieutanant Aiden "Joker" Cafferty was killed, he left to run a bar near the base. Lieutenant Alex "Runner" Turner is the RAF pilot of a mixed team, flying with Marine Lieutenant Ron "Slider" Kerner.

Do Maverick and Goose even need an introduction? Anyway, the canonical deaths in Top Gun and London Spy do not happen here, sorry for the spoilers, this is mainly about negotiating relationships and seeking comfort in your partners. Also, cuddle piles.

Social Navigation by aliensundermybed, Anyawen 

Freddie Lyon is going to a party. A posh party at a country house filled with posh socialites —and his bloody annoying (and attractive) neighbor, James Bond. As he continues his investigations into the murder of Ruth Elms, and learns a few things about Bond as well. Interesting things ...

Bright Wings by  IrishWitch58 

Bond sees something astonishing at the end of a mission gone wrong. Did he see what he thinks he did? And what is Q hiding? 

as close to hell by midrashic 

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. —Romeo, Romeo & Juliet I.v.114-115