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[andy-15-07]

Morning’s First Offering

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 1054✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way ,I love writing them all!)

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https://www.tumblr.com/seraphibunni/786847209710813184 This with Danny

You wake to the sensation of firm weight pressing against your thighs, the early‐morning light slanting through the curtains onto Danny’s sculpted back. At first you think it’s a dream,until you feel the slick heat of his cock sliding against your inner thigh, teasing your clit.

“Danny?” you croak, half asleep, half trembling with anticipation.

He presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, “Morning, preciosa.”

Your heart thunders in your chest as he nuzzles closer, hugging you from behind so his thick shaft is nestled just beneath your slick pussy. You inhale, stunned by the breadth of him, the hard ridge of his tip teasing your most sensitive spot.

He leans over your shoulder and whispers against your ear, “I thought I’d wake you up a little differently today.”

Your breath catches. Before you can answer, his hands snake around your thighs, pushing them gently apart until his cock is perfectly aligned with your folds. His hips shift, nudging that weeping tip directly on your clit. He’s impossibly heavy, each deliberate movement sending ripples of pleasure through you.

“I,” you gasp. He’s already drawing a long, slow stroke, coating his cock in your wetness. “Danny, what are you,”

He smiles against your skin, teeth grazing your earlobe. “Told you I had plans.”

Your cheeks flush as he begins a steady, teasing pace: one inch in, one inch out. Your senses reel at the sensation of that enormous girth sliding against your most tender flesh without really entering you. Every stroke is agony and ecstasy blended, and you can’t help but whimper.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You feel like heaven.”

You swallow hard. “It’s,so much.”

He chuckles softly. “You don’t know yet.”

As he continues, you close your eyes and try to imagine what it would feel like if he sank all the way in. Your breath hitches; your core clenches in both fear and longing. Would you break? Would every man after him pale in comparison?

Danny slides two fingers between your folds and dips them inside you, synchronizing with his cock’s rhythm against your clit. The dual sensation is almost too much. You let out a sobbing moan.

“That’s it, cariño,” he whispers. “Come on my fingers while I tease you. Let me hear you.”

You bite your lip, pressing your face into the pillow, and surrender to the delicious burn of your orgasm. Your body trembles, waves of pleasure crashing through you as Danny keeps his fingers moving inside you, his cock rubbing you slick.

And then,just as you crash down from your high,he pulls his fingers out. You moan in protest, arching your back.

“You deserve more than that, baby,” he says, rolling to face you. His eyes are dark and hungry. “I want to give you everything.”

He positions himself at your entrance and, with one firm push, slides inside you. You gasp at the fullness,every nerve ending on fire. Danny holds you close, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other bracing on the bed beside you.

“You okay?” he asks, voice low, vulnerable.

You nod, tears of pleasure in your eyes. “Yes. Please don’t stop.”

He begins to move,slow at first, giving you time to adjust to his size. Then he speeds up, thrusting deeper, harder, until the bed shakes with your combined weight.

“I missed you like this,” he pants. “So tight, so perfect.”

You wrap your legs around him, urging him deeper. “Danny… harder.”

He obeys without hesitation, hands gripping your hips as he pounds into you with controlled ferocity. His breathing quickens; his cock slides in and out in long, punishing strokes.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You look so good like this.”

You moan in response, words escaping you. Your body is on fire as he hits your G-spot again and again. You can feel his sweaty skin against yours, his heartbeat thudding in his chest. In that moment, nothing else exists,just you and Danny, lost in the most intimate dance.

“I love you,” you whisper, barely louder than a breath.

He freezes mid-thrust, then buries his face in your neck. “Dios, I love you too.”

Then he’s moving again, faster, harder, and you ride the wave of his rhythm, letting your moans fill the room. Your climax builds, fierce and undeniable, and you’re drowning in pleasure when Danny follows seconds later, groaning your name as he releases inside you.

He collapses atop you, both of you panting and trembling. After a moment, he rolls off and curls beside you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I should’ve woken you like this every morning,” he murmurs.

You giggle softly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You could try.”

He kisses your shoulder. “I will.”

An hour later you find yourselves in the kitchen, Danny pressed close behind you as you butter toast. His hands roam your waist, brushing down to squeeze your ass.

“Breakfast?” you ask, turning so your back is against his chest. He leans down, kissing your neck. “Hungry.”

You smile. “Me too.” You pop a bite of toast in your mouth. “Talk to me. How long have you been planning this wake-up call?”

He shrugs, lips twitching. “Since last night when you fell asleep in my arms. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You nudge him playfully. “Smooth.”

He snorts. “I’m an actor; I’ve had practice.”

You laugh, then turn to face him. “Promise me something?”

He smiles. “Anything.”

“Next time, let me wake you up.”

He kisses your forehead. “Deal. But only if you’re prepared.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Prepared how?”

He winks. “Trust me. I know you better than you know yourself.”

Later, as the sun climbs higher, you curl up on the couch together, Danny’s arm across your shoulders. You rest your head on his chest and listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, still warm and steady.

“Can we do this again?” you ask softly.

Danny smiles and presses a kiss to your temple. “Every day if I could.”

Your heart swells. “I’m glad I woke up next to you.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Me too, cariño. Me too.”

And as you drift off in his arms, you realize that waking up with Danny has become the thing you crave most of all.

[almadelsur]

❤️‍🔥 Crucifix

Linecook!Ash (No Exit) x Waitress!reader +18

Summary: How could you resist giving yourself to sin, when the devil himself is just so beautiful.

a/n: For the sweetest bestest @rae-gar-targaryen who’s Ash fic inspired me to write this. (Go check it out rn bc it’s truly a masterpiece)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫ .

You know Ash doesn’t have many friends. It doesn’t strike you as anything of concern when you see him huffing silently around the sweaty restaurant kitchen, a perfect picture of a shadow on a mission. Lots of people are introverted you tell yourself. Maybe it should have rung some alarm bells. Maybe it would have if his eyes didn’t hold dark alluring promises of sin, of that deadly pleasure you came to crave from him.

The first time you spoke to him it had been as if he had physically reached down into your lungs and robbed all the oxygen you had been holding, keeping it for himself. Greedy.

“Uh- table 9 are getting a little antsy” you stumble out the best you can, masking your nerves as frustration at the busy restaurant. And yet Ash just looks at you, studying as if he had all the time in the world.

“What’s your name?” The question is a simple command yet it leaves you fumbling your answer.

Ash just hums knowingly and hands you the plate, ready and prepped like he was waiting for you. His twisted game kicking off without you noticing the dark path you were about to barrel down. Looking like he could wreck your entire life without as much as lifting a finger. A roaring flame scorching over you until you’re reduced to nothing but-

“Ash.” He introduces himself and you swear you have never met anyone with a more fitting name.

A few months later and you’re hooked on him. He was good at that. It’s heady and unsettling just like he is, and yet you always succumb to the craving of him.

It goes as usual– you laying on your back beneath him, caged in and helpless to the relentless pleasure he draws out from you, the rhythmic push and drag stretching and burning and feeding.

You struggle to form a coherent thought in the heat of it all. All you can see is dark curls and smooth tan skin, and yet he’s sharper than ever. His gaze laser focused on each and every one of your features. The way your eyes water and- is that pleasure or fear that has you crying on his dick like that? He doesn’t think he’d want to know, he knows he wouldn’t care.

He has you tied up against your bedframe, arms stretched across like a crucifix, an image of penance. His very own sweet docile offering to a higher being for his sins. His eyes flicker to your tender chafing wrists and an image of a previous life flashes through his head– a fallen brother and a brunette with nails through her wrists. It only makes him more determined, increasing his pace and shuddering at the mantra of his name that falls past your lips.

He can’t get enough of you, he knows this when the familiar feeling of your legs begin to shake beneath him.

“Open your eyes.” he gruffs in your ear as one lethal hand comes up to grip at your hair. “Look at me.” he forces again when your fucked out brain fails to adhere to the command the first time.

When you manage to flutter your eyes open, his jaw grits.

You look at him like he’s a god. He knows the glossy gaze is prompted by the way his cockhead bullies your g-spot, but still he can’t bring himself to look away. The pure worship in your blurry eyes makes him want to lean down and lick at your tears.

He doesn’t.

The motion seems too soft, too comforting. And he doesn’t want that, he wants to hurt you. He knows you would let him too. The thought spurs him on to grab at your jaw and push into you hard and deep until your cried moans become silent and you snap, like holy water leaking all the way down to his thighs and onto the bed sheets.

When he himself is satisfied and spent, he collapses on top of you, your tied hands and heavy eyelids make it hard to console this moment as a loving one, but your mind silently wills it anyway. A warmth settling over you and pulling at your heartstrings for the man above you.

You fall asleep like that, with false feelings of security and the devil on top of you feeding into your fantasy. Keeping you hooked and placid.

And his.

[justashstuffs]

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[honeybbpal]

oh whatchu wanna know

I was tagged by the lovely brucebannersbadmanners! Check him out he’s an awesome writer. This will be under a read more because it got a little long haha

Nickname: my friends call me Ash-hole and my brother calls me piggy (he’s bro pig)


Gender: ehhh girl?


Sexual orientation: Pansexual


Favorite color: Green!


Current time and date: March 20, 5:21 pm


Average amount of sleep: six hours or so depending on the day


Lucky number: 12


Last five things I googled: interesting deserts, migraine twenty one pilots, pyro sand, gravity falls episode list

Word that comes to mind: Fluff? 


Place that makes me happy: my bed


How many blankets do you sleep with: 1 really big fluffy one


Favorite character: Pilot from rebornica’s webcomic of the same name!


Favorite food: my mom’s potato soup 


Favorite drink: Boston Cooler (Vernor’s ginger ale and vanilla ice cream)


Favorite book: Masks by E.C. Blake


Last movie seen in a theater: Jupiter Ascending


Dream wedding: is it okay if i say not having one?


Last holiday: Visited relatives in Texas over Christmas break

Dream Job: Being a screenwriter would be super cool!

Tagging! 

no-gender, psychotic--biotic, adorkablekelsey223, cotton-candy-rainbows, and go-wild-tacos (Hiya Joslyn!) 

[andy-15-07]

heyyy! can you do a jealous!reader for danny :) maybe reader gets jealous after Danny gets hit on?

Mine, Not Yours

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 1048✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way ,I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

You hadn’t planned on feeling jealous tonight. In fact, when Danny invited you to his friend's rooftop party in West Hollywood, you were just excited to wear that sundress he liked and spend the night at his side, maybe with a tequila soda in one hand and his fingers tangled in the other.

That plan, however, went to hell the second she showed up.

Blonde. Tall. Model-y. And very clearly not concerned about the fact that Danny was very much not single.

“Oh my God,” she cooed, her manicured hand lightly grazing Danny’s arm. “You’re so much hotter in real life. Like, I didn’t think that was possible.”

Danny laughed,laughed,with that damn crinkle around his eyes you loved, then scratched the back of his neck the way he always did when someone complimented him.

“Thanks,” he said, shooting you a brief glance over her shoulder. “Appreciate that.”

You were standing right there. Holding his drink.

And yet she kept going.

“Seriously. You were amazing in Top Gun. I didn’t even know I was into pilots until you.”

You took a slow sip of your drink and narrowed your eyes.

Danny, ever the charming diplomat, chuckled again and tried to inch subtly closer to you. “Appreciate that. My girlfriend actually dragged me to the audition, so I owe her.”

The girl’s smile faltered, but not by much. “Oh. Cute,” she said, as if it physically hurt to acknowledge your existence.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hi,” you said, stepping forward with a tight smile. “I’m the girlfriend. The dragger of auditions. The reason he’s standing here and not bartending in Miami.”

Danny let out a cough-laugh and tried to cover his mouth, clearly enjoying this too much.

The blonde blinked. “Oh. Right. Of course.” She looked you up and down,not subtle. “Nice dress.”

You smiled sweetly. “Thanks. He bought it.”

Danny reached for your hand with a grin. “Babe,”

You didn’t let him finish. “Hey, do you wanna get another drink? You look thirsty.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “I’m good, actually.”

“Great. Bye,” you said, tugging Danny by the arm and walking him away.

Once you were safely tucked behind a group of strangers near the snack table, you dropped his hand and gave him a look.

“She seriously didn’t see me standing there?”

Danny smirked. “Jealous?”

“Obviously,” you huffed, folding your arms. “She practically licked your face in front of me.”

He leaned in. “Would’ve stopped her. You know my face is reserved for you.”

You snorted, but your arms stayed crossed.

“Don’t laugh. I saw you doing the neck scratch. That’s your I’m flattered but too nice to say go away move.”

“Wow,” he said. “You’ve been studying me.”

“I’ve been dating you for a year, Ramirez. I have a PhD in your mannerisms.”

Danny laughed, grabbing a mini cupcake from the table and offering it to you. “Okay, but like, you know you’re the only one I’m bringing home tonight, right?”

You took the cupcake, but didn’t bite it. “Still. You let her flirt with you for like ten minutes.”

“She was drunk and starstruck,” he said gently. “I didn’t want to be rude. I was trying to give her a soft letdown.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Soft letdowns don’t involve eye crinkles and chuckles.”

He groaned dramatically and cupped your cheeks with both hands. “You’re the only girl I want flirting with me. Ever. Even if your flirting involves passive-aggressively suggesting people are dehydrated.”

“That was direct,” you said proudly. “Polite, but direct.”

Danny grinned. “It was sexy.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling now, a little less icy. He leaned in, brushing your lips lightly with his before pulling back just enough to whisper, “You jealous, baby?”

You gave him a flat look. “No. I just don’t like when people pretend I’m not standing two feet away from my boyfriend while they try to get his number.”

Danny wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you close. “Mhm. I like jealous you. She’s feisty.”

“I’m not,”

He cut you off with another kiss, deeper this time. The kind that made your knees weak and your brain fuzzy.

When he pulled away, your cheeks were flushed and your hands were fisted in the front of his shirt.

“Still mad?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

You sighed. “A little.”

“Good,” he said smugly, then leaned close to your ear. “Means you still care.”

You shoved him gently. “I swear, your ego is so,”

“I love you.”

You blinked.

His smile softened. “Seriously. And if you ever feel like someone’s stepping over the line, just say the word. I’ll shut it down fast.”

You exhaled slowly, some of the lingering tension melting away. “Okay.”

He kissed your forehead. “Promise.”

“Fine. But next time, I’m not saying anything. I’m just pouring a drink on her shoes.”

Danny burst out laughing. “You’re insane.”

“I’m protective. There’s a difference.”

He looped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight against him. “Well, your protective streak is kinda hot. Just saying.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it. You in that dress, lowkey ready to throw hands? Sexy.”

You groaned, but you were smiling now. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am lucky,” he said earnestly, nuzzling your temple. “Like, unfairly lucky.”

You leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Next time someone hits on me, I expect a matching meltdown.”

Danny pulled back to look at you, mock-offended. “Someone hits on you, and I’m flipping tables. That’s not jealousy. That’s justice.”

You laughed, finally biting into the cupcake. “God, you’re dramatic.”

“Takes one to date one,” he said, kissing your cheek.

Later that night, curled up on the couch in his apartment, you found yourself half-asleep with your legs in his lap and a blanket draped over you both.

He was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly said, “So, how do we feel about me wearing a shirt that says ‘Property of Y/N’ at the next party?”

You opened one eye. “Danny,”

“I’ll do it. Don’t test me.”

You smiled sleepily. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Only for you.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, drifting off. “Mine. Not hers.”

Danny looked down at you, his whole expression soft. He brushed your hair off your forehead and kissed it gently.

“Always yours.”

[andy-15-07]

YK WHAT

Based in the last Danny fic, do one where the reader wakes him up instead (or tries to) 🙏

First Light Awakening

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 652✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way ,I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

Morning’s First Offering

The early morning light filters through the curtains, painting soft gold across Danny’s bare chest. He’s sprawled on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, lips parted slightly as he breathes in the slow rhythm of sleep. His hair’s a mess, curls wild against the pillow, and his body’s still warm from where the two of you tangled together the night before.

You bite your lip, watching him,watching the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the slight twitch in his fingers like he’s dreaming. There’s something about this quiet, unguarded version of him that makes your chest ache. You love him like this. You love him, period.

And this morning… you’re feeling bold.

You slip slowly beneath the covers, heart thumping, careful not to wake him just yet. Your fingers trail lightly down his stomach, tracing that delicious V that leads you right where you want to go. He shifts slightly, a soft grunt escaping his throat, but he doesn’t wake.

Not yet.

You pull the sheets lower and smile when you see he’s already halfway there,his cock thick and half-hard against his thigh. Poor thing doesn’t even know what’s coming.

You lean down and press a soft, teasing kiss to the base of him. He twitches. Encouraged, you take him in your hand, stroking slowly, gently. You kiss along his length, tongue flicking out just enough to taste him.

“Mmh…” he groans in his sleep, hips shifting slightly. Still not awake.

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you slide down further, taking him inch by inch. The weight of him on your tongue makes your pulse race. You swirl your tongue around the tip, sucking softly as your hand works the base.

This time, he moans. Low. Guttural. His fingers twitch on the pillow, and his hips roll upward,just a little.

His voice is husky, still thick with sleep. “Baby… what’re you...fuck…”

You pull back just enough to murmur, “Good morning,” before sliding him back into your mouth, slow and deep.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, eyes fluttering open. “You tryna kill me?”

You hum in response, sending vibrations down his length. His hand flies to your hair, fingers tangling in it, not guiding you—just grounding himself as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes.

“You’re really doing this?” he whispers, voice hoarse. “First thing in the morning?”

You glance up at him, mouth still wrapped around him, and nod with a wicked sparkle in your eyes.

He lets out a laugh, breathy, disbelieving. “Fuck… you’re gonna ruin me.”

You don’t stop. Your tongue teases that sensitive spot beneath the head, your hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. He’s fully hard now, thick and heavy, twitching against your tongue.

His breath stutters. “Shit , shit, baby, you feel so good.”

He starts to lose himself in it, hips rising off the bed, meeting the rhythm of your mouth. The sheets twist under his fists. His voice gets louder, needier.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he groans. “God...just like that, yeah, don’t stop…”

You take him deeper, letting your throat relax, swallowing around him. His entire body tenses.

“Fucking hell” he gasps. “I’m gonna come, baby...fuck, I’m gonna...”

You don’t stop. You want it. You want all of him.

With a strangled moan, he comes hot and hard down your throat, hands clutching at your hair like he might float away otherwise. You swallow every drop, then slowly, gently pull off him, lips slick and swollen.

He stares at you, chest heaving. “You’re insane,” he says breathlessly. “You’re perfect, but you’re insane.”

You smirk, crawling up the bed to straddle him, chest against his. “Good morning to you too.”

He grabs your face and kisses you, slow and filthy, tasting himself on your tongue.

“You’re never waking up to coffee again,” he murmurs against your lips. “Just this.”

You grin. “That was the plan.”

[andy-15-07]

Hii can I request a smut with Danny and it’s after our performance at the Oscar’s? Please and thank youu

Oscars Afterglow

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

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You step off the glittering red carpet, heart still pounding from the roar of the crowd. The after-party lights glow like a thousand tiny stars through the glass walls of the Beverly Hills Hotel’s penthouse suite. You clutch your Oscar-worthy gown,an emerald-green silk that clings to your curves,and take a deep breath of jasmine-scented air. Tonight, you and Danny nailed your joint performance: a sultry, jazz-inflected tribute to classic Hollywood. The applause still echoes in your ears.

He’s waiting for you by the minibar, tux jacket slung over one broad shoulder, bow tie slightly undone. His dark curls are mussed from the evening’s adrenaline. When he sees you, relief and desire shine in his chocolate-brown eyes.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, voice husky, and he crosses the room in two strides. Before you can react, he’s sweeping you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. The scent of his cologne,warm vanilla and sandalwood,fills your senses.

“You were incredible,” he breathes against your neck. His lips graze your skin, and a shiver races through you. “And not just up there. You’re absolutely breathtaking right now.”

Your pulse flutters. “Danny…” you start, but he silences you with a finger against your lips.

“Shh,” he whispers, gaze intense. “I want to remember this moment.”

He lowers you onto the plush velvet sofa. With deliberate slowness, he slides his hands along your arms, over the bare shoulders of your strapless dress, and down your back. You arch into him, breath catching.

“Tell me how you feel,” he says, voice low. “I need to hear your voice.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. “I feel… electric. My body is on fire,” you admit, voice trembling. “I want you, Danny.”

A slow, appreciative smile spreads across his lips. “Good,” he murmurs. He leans in, brushing his mouth over yours in a tantalizing whisper of a kiss. Then he pulls back, eyes dark with need. “But I want to taste your name on my lips.”

Your breath hitches as he lowers his head again, kissing your collarbone, trailing soft, exploring kisses up to your jaw. He murmurs, “Y/N…” each time his lips brush your skin like a caress.

Your hands roam over him, finding the strong lines of his shoulders and chest, feeling the warmth beneath his crisp white shirt. He lifts your dress slightly, running thumbs along the smooth skin of your thighs. The silk fabric slips upward, teasing.

“Danny,” you moan as his fingers trace closer to the hem of your gown. “Please…”

He pauses, looking up at you with a cheeky grin. “Patience,” he teases. Then he stands, taking your hand and leading you across the room to the king-size bed draped in ivory linens. He pushes you gently onto the mattress, then strips off your high heels, one by one, kissing each foot as he goes.

You lie back, the cool sheets contrasting deliciously against your flushed skin. Danny steps out of his tux jacket and shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the toned planes of his torso. He unbuckles his belt slowly, letting you drink in the sight of him.

Your legs part instinctively. He kneels between them, eyes locked on yours. With a trembling hand, you reach for him, guiding him forward. He groans at your touch, leaning in to kiss you deeply, his tongue sweeping into your mouth.

Every kiss is an invitation. He slides a hand up your thigh, fingertips grazing your lower belly. The electric contact has you arching off the bed, breath shallow.

“God, you feel so good,” he rasps, voice thick. He presses closer, his hardness unmistakable against your dress. You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of him.

He lifts the edge of your dress and gently pulls it up, over your hips, until it pools around your waist. You watch his hands, the way his thumbs brush against your skin, how his breath hitches as he takes you in.

Danny’s mouth finds your inner thigh, kissing and sucking gentle trails upward. Your fingers tangle in his hair at the back of his neck, guiding him closer. When his lips finally close around you, you gasp, fingers clenching the sheets.

“Fuck,” he groans around you, sliding his tongue along your most sensitive skin. Waves of pleasure roll through you, and you arch higher, urging him on. His hands grip your hips, steadying you as he works.

“Oh God, Danny,” you moan, head thrown back. “Just like that…”

He hums against you, the vibration driving you wild. “You taste incredible,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes dark with longing. “Can I… can I be inside you?”

Your answer is a breathless “Yes.” He rises, discarding the last layer of his clothes, then positions himself at your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist as he pushes in, the first inch sending a delicious ache coursing through you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice concerned, as he holds you, letting you adjust.

“I’m more than okay,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He smiles and begins to move, slow and deep. Each thrust is a conversation, his gaze never leaving yours. You reply in kind, moving your hips to meet his, matching his rhythm.

“Oh, Danny…” you breathe, arching. You tuck your heels behind his thighs, pulling him closer. He responds by increasing the pace, hands on your waist, guiding you in a dance older than time.

His movements grow more urgent. You clutch at him, nails grazing the skin at the nape of his neck. He dips his head, kissing and biting your shoulder, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Y/N,” he pants, voice ragged. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Danny, I’m close,” you warn, voice thick. With an answering growl, he speeds up, thrusts harder, hitting you in just the right place.

“Come for me, baby,” he urges, eyes wild with desire.

The knot in your stomach tightens until it snaps, and pleasure explodes through you in a blinding wave. You cry out his name as your body trembles, clenching around him. He rides out your orgasm, his breathing ragged.

Moments later, he catches his own release, voice choked as he spills into you. You cling to him, both of you shaking, hearts racing.

He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“That was…” you start, searching for words.

“Perfect,” he finishes for you, kissing the top of your head. “Absolutely perfect.”

You smile up at him, tracing lazy circles on his chest. “I love you,” you whisper.

Danny’s lips curve in a tender smile. “I love you too, Y/N. Always.”

You drift off in his arms, the lingering warmth of passion surrounding you, safe and satisfied after the night’s exhilarating triumph. Outside, the city lights sparkle, but inside this suite, all that matters is the two of you,finally alone, finally together.

[andy-15-07]

Hello could I request a sweaty summer smut with any Danny character on ur list 🥹 thank you in advance 💘

Too Damn Hot

PAIRING: Manny Alvarez x Reader 💥💋 WORD COUNT: 1159✍️ REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way — I love writing them all!)

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The heat was fucking unbearable.

A sticky, suffocating July sun had welded itself over the compound, trapping everyone inside the rusted Firefly base like bugs in a jar. The old military ventilation unit sputtered every few minutes, doing little more than circulating warm air and dust. Shirts clung to skin. Tempers ran short. And Manny Alvarez… well, he hadn’t stopped smirking at you since morning.

“Chica,” he said now, voice like a lazy drawl as he leaned in the doorway to the weapons room, “you are sweating like a sinner in church.”

You didn’t even look up from the workbench. “It’s ninety-three degrees and I’ve been cleaning rifles for two hours. What’s your excuse for looking like you just ran a marathon?”

He scratched his jaw, eyes shamelessly trailing down your tank top and the way it stuck to your chest. “Maybe I was imagining you bent over this table, giving me orders.”

You rolled your eyes. “Try imagining a cold shower instead.”

“I would,” he said with a wink, “but you keep distracting me.”

You finally looked up. His curls were damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead. His tan skin shimmered with a summer sheen, and his Firefly tank clung to his chest and biceps like it was painted on. He looked every bit the cocky, infuriating flirt you’d known for the last year and lately, every bit the man you wanted to pin against the wall and ride until he shut the hell up.

Instead, you tossed him a rag. “Make yourself useful.”

He caught it mid-air, grinning. “You sure you want my hands on something long and hard?”

“Manny,” you warned, but your voice wasn’t nearly as annoyed as you wanted it to be.

“Fine, fine,” he chuckled, setting down next to you. “Let’s see who can clean their rifle faster.”

“You’ll cheat.”

“Only if you promise to punish me.”

You groaned, laughing despite yourself. God, he was impossible. And yet, you let yourself glance just a second at the way his forearms flexed as he unscrewed the bolt, the way sweat beaded at his temple and trickled down his throat.

It wasn’t the first time you noticed.

It definitely wasn’t the first time you wondered what it would feel like to kiss him when he was like this: hot, reckless, and just this side of trouble.

You were halfway through reassembling your rifle when he leaned in close, voice low and rough in your ear.

“You ever do it in a supply closet?”

You paused. “Jesus, Manny.”

“What?” he grinned, pretending innocence. “It’s a simple question.”

You turned to glare at him, but he was too close. His arm brushed yours, and his breath was hot on your cheek. The air between you was already thick,but now it sizzled.

“Manny,” you warned again, but this time it came out softer.

He tilted his head. “Say the word and I’ll lock the door behind us.”

You stared at him, heartbeat kicking up. For once, there was no smirk on his lips. Just a low simmer in his gaze, a quiet dare. You could’ve laughed it off. Could’ve shoved him and gone back to your work.

But instead you stood, rifle forgotten, and said, “You’ve got five minutes before someone comes looking.”

His eyes darkened. “That’s all I need.”

You grabbed him by the collar, yanked him down, and kissed him like he was the last drop of water in the desert. His hands found your hips instantly, tugging you close, grinding into you like he’d been holding back for weeks.

The door slammed shut behind you as he shoved you into the narrow storage room, lips never leaving yours.

“You’re insane,” you panted.

“You love it,” he muttered, teeth scraping your jaw.

And fuck,maybe you did.

His hands were already under your shirt, fingers rough and greedy, thumbs grazing under your bra. He lifted it without ceremony, growling when he saw your hardened nipples.

“Look at you,” he whispered, mouth trailing down to latch onto one breast, tongue flicking fast. “All hot and bothered…”

“You’ve been teasing me all goddamn week,” you gasped, hands threading through his curls. “This is your fault.”

He smirked against your skin. “Then let me fix it.”

His hands were on your shorts, tugging them down, then your panties. The cool air on your thighs made you shiver, even in the heat. You reached for his belt, fumbling, desperate.

“Fuck, Manny please”

“I got you, mi cielo,” he said, voice softer now, reverent.

He turned you, bent you over a crate of ammo, and knelt behind you like it was worship. You cried out when his tongue found you, broad and slow, licking from base to clit with maddening patience.

“Manny fuck”

Your fingers gripped the edge of the crate, legs trembling as he licked, sucked, and moaned against you like a man possessed. His fingers joined the mix,two thick digits curling just right while his mouth never left your clit.

“I can’t, gonnna”

“Come for me, hermosa,” he said, voice ragged. “Let me taste it.”

You did, gasping, knees buckling, thighs shaking. He held you through it, tongue lapping up every drop like he needed it to survive.

When you turned around, breathless and still shaking, he was already stripping off his shirt.

“You’re not gonna let me return the favor?” you teased, still panting.

He pulled you close, hand fisting in your hair. “Next time. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you effortlessly onto the crate. One swift thrust, and he was seated deep, both of you moaning at the stretch.

“Fuck you feel so good” he muttered, forehead pressed to yours.

You tightened around him in response, smirking. “Still think five minutes was enough?”

He growled, hips snapping into you faster, harder. You clawed at his back, thighs wrapped tight around him, both of you covered in sweat and barely holding on.

“You gonna come again for me, baby?” he panted.

“Only if you don’t stop , fuck,right there”

Your nails dug into his back as you came again, clenching around him. He gasped, thrust twice more, then stilled with a deep groan, spilling inside you.

For a moment, the only sound was your breathing. Then his arms were around you, pulling you into his chest, sweaty and spent.

“Shit,” he whispered into your hair.

You laughed weakly. “Yeah. That happened.”

He kissed your forehead, then pulled back to look at you. “Still think I’m trouble?”

You smirked. “I know you’re trouble.”

“But you like it,” he said, nuzzling your nose.

You shrugged, grinning. “Maybe I like a little heat.”

“You like me,” he corrected smugly.

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe.”

He kissed you again, slower this time. “Then let’s get outta here before we both get court-martialed.”

You reached for your clothes, still flushed and breathless. “Next time, Manny, I’m on top.”

“Oh, chica,” he said, laughing. “You can ride me all summer long.”

[andy-15-07]

Bless Me, Madre, For I Have Sinned

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

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You didn’t remember how you got to the couch. One minute, you were kissing in the kitchen, and the next,Danny’s strong hands were pushing you down, his body already hovering over yours, his mouth everywhere.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured between kisses, voice husky.

“Don’t you dare stop,” you breathed, tugging his shirt over his head.

His abs flexed as he straddled you, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn. Okay, bossy.”

“You love it,” you whispered, grabbing the waistband of his sweats.

He hissed between his teeth as your hand slid under. “Fuck, babe…”

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer. The pace between you two was desperate, needy, fast. You were already half-naked, thighs parted, back arching as he kissed down your chest, sucking a bruise right under your collarbone.

“Danny…”

“Say it again,” he muttered, tongue flicking over your nipple.

You gasped, threading your fingers through his hair. “Danny…Jesus”

His grin was smug. “He’s not the one making you moan like that.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of me in about… ten seconds,” he growled.

You giggled breathlessly. “Promise?”

He hooked your legs around his hips and grinded down against you, slow and deliberate. You let out a soft, needy sound, and his eyes rolled back for a second.

“Fuck, you’re unreal,” he whispered.

Just as he reached down, lining himself up—

BRRRRRING. BRRRRRING.

You both froze.

Danny's head dropped against your chest. “No way.”

BRRRRRING.

“Ignore it,” you groaned, pulling him back down. “Please.”

He reached for the phone just to hit Do Not Disturb,but paused.

You saw the look on his face and sat up. “Who is it?”

He turned the screen so you could see:

Mamá.

Your jaw dropped. “No way. Now?”

“She always knows,” he whispered, voice panicked. “She’s psychic.”

You tried not to laugh. “Are you seriously gonna answer?”

“She’ll think I’m dead!”

“She should hope you’re getting laid!”

He swiped the screen and pressed the phone to his ear, trying to clear his throat and talk like he wasn’t still rock hard and ready to absolutely wreck you.

“Hola, Mamá…”

You lay back, covering your face in the blanket so she wouldn’t hear you wheezing with laughter.

Danny cleared his throat again. “Sí, estoy bien… sí, comí… no, Mamá, I’m not in trouble.”

His hips were still between your legs, and you were still panting, watching his chest rise and fall. You gave him the look and slowly dragged your nails down his back.

He choked,literally choked,mid-sentence.

“Estoy bien!” he coughed, glaring at you.

You mouthed, Payback’s a bitch.

He turned slightly, as if that would help, and kept nodding. “Sí… no, no estoy solo.”

You froze.

He realized what he said too late.

There was a pause on the other end, and then:

“¿¡CON QUIÉN ESTÁS!?”

Danny flinched like he’d been slapped.

You burst into silent laughter.

“Uh,solo un,una amiga,” he stammered.

Ouch, you mouthed, pretending to clutch your heart. Friend?!

He held the phone away and whispered, “I’m so sorry. She’s gonna start asking questions.”

You licked your lips and leaned up to whisper in his ear, just loud enough.

“She doesn’t have to wonder. I can scream your name and confirm.”

His eyes widened.

You smirked and pulled him down again, hips shifting under him, just enough to make him twitch.

“Okay, Mamá,” he said shakily. “Sí, I’ll call you tomorrow. Te amo.”

He slammed the phone down.

You didn’t even finish your laugh before he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. “You’re evil.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you teased. “Just… helped paint a picture.”

Danny kissed you, deep and hot and a little pissed off.

“‘A friend’?” you teased against his lips. “That what I am?”

“You’re gonna make me say it while my mom’s voice is still echoing in my head?”

“Mmhm.”

He kissed down your throat, teeth scraping your skin. “Fine. You’re my girl. My problem. My addiction.”

You arched against him. “Keep going.”

He slid inside you with a slow, deep thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He started moving, fast, punishing, like he needed to chase away every trace of that damn phone call. Your bodies moved in sync, messy and frantic. The couch creaked. The air was thick with heat and panting and your name falling from his lips again and again.

“Look at me,” he growled. “I wanna see you when you fall apart.”

You did. And when it happened, when your body clenched around him and you gasped his name, he followed right after, burying his face in your neck with a broken groan.

The room went quiet except for your heavy breathing and a little squeak from the couch springs.

Danny collapsed on top of you, still catching his breath. “If she calls again, I’m joining the priesthood.”

You laughed breathlessly. “You’d make a terrible priest.”

“I really would. I’m too into sin.”

You turned your head to look at him. “Next time, we put the phone on airplane mode.”

“Next time,” he whispered, “I’m throwing it out the fucking window.”

[andy-15-07]

Sabor a Ti

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

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You weren’t supposed to fall for him.

It was just a music video , three minutes of heat, rhythm, and camera-perfect chemistry. Your latest single, “Sabor a Ti,” needed a visual that oozed sensual tension. And when your team sent over Danny Ramírez’s name as a potential co-star, you laughed. Out loud.

“He’s too hot,” you’d said.

“He’s perfect,” your director replied.

“He’s trouble,” you muttered.

“Exactly.”

Now here you were: in a mirrored studio in downtown Havana , sweat slicked down your spine, hands pressed to Danny’s chest, and his thigh slotted between your legs as the music throbbed around you.

“Again from the top,” the choreographer called, and you both reset.

You caught your breath, rolled your shoulders, then turned to face Danny.

“You ready, trouble?” you teased.

He smirked, brushing a damp curl from his forehead. “Been ready since you walked in wearing those damn leggings.”

You arched a brow. “Focus, actor boy.”

“Hard not to focus,” he said under his breath as the beat kicked in.

The choreography wasn’t just close. It was intimate. Slow wine of the hips, chest to chest, his hand gripping your waist while your fingers danced up his neck. There was a part, halfway through, where he dipped you so low your lips nearly brushed , then brought you back up in a sharp twist, hands sliding down your sides.

Every move made it harder to pretend this was just work.

Every time your eyes locked, it lingered longer.

Every time he pulled you in, your breath hitched.

Every time his hand grazed your ass, it felt less like acting.

“Good,” the choreographer shouted. “Again. Let it build , the tension, the want. You’re not just dancing. You’re flirting with your bodies.”

Danny’s mouth twitched as he leaned close.

“Oh, I’ve been flirting. You just haven’t kept up.”

“Please,” you whispered, smiling. “I’m two steps ahead.”

“Then kiss me already,” he murmured low, out of earshot.

You faltered,just slightly,but masked it with a roll of your hips that dragged against his.

“Save it for the camera,” you breathed, lips inches from his. “Or maybe after.”

His jaw tightened. “You keep teasing like that and I will make you beg.”

The heat between you now wasn’t just part of the routine.

The choreographer called for a five-minute break, and you stepped away, heart pounding, chest rising and falling fast. You grabbed your water bottle, but even from across the room, you could feel Danny’s gaze on you.

“Still trouble?” he asked, sauntering over.

You smirked. “Oh, baby. You don’t even know.”

The Havana sun had long since dipped below the horizon, but the heat never left. It lingered in the heavy air, in the curve of your hips, in the rhythm that clung to your skin even after the music stopped.

You were still sweating when you saw Danny again that night,this time not under stage lights, not in front of a camera, but in the dim flicker of your hotel suite. You hadn’t even planned it. One second, you were texting him “still wired, can’t sleep,” and the next, there was a soft knock at your door.

When you opened it, he leaned on the frame with that infuriating smirk.

“You always text like that after making me hard on set, or is tonight special?”

You scoffed, walking backward and letting him in. “Cocky.”

“Not cocky,” he said, closing the door behind him and sliding the lock into place with a satisfying click. “Hard.”

His eyes raked over you,barefoot, tank top damp with sweat, tiny black shorts that clung to your thighs.

“Fuck, you look like trouble,” he murmured.

“Then come get in it,” you said.

He was on you in two strides.

The kiss was filth and fire, mouths already open, teeth grazing lips, hands grabbing at skin like you were both starved. You wrapped a leg around his waist, and he lifted you like you weighed nothing, pushing you against the wall with a groan that made your pulse throb.

“You know how long I’ve wanted this?” he said against your throat, kissing and nipping down to your collarbone. “Every time we danced… every time you rolled your hips on me like that…”

His hands slid up your tank top, palming your breasts through your bra before tugging the straps down and sucking a nipple into his mouth with no warning.

“Danny,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulder.

“Say it again,” he growled, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud. “Say my name while I ruin you.”

You whined, arching into his mouth. His hand was already in your shorts, fingers sliding into the damp heat of your panties.

“Jesus,” he breathed, feeling how wet you were. “All this from dancing with me?”

“All this from wanting you,” you shot back, breathless.

He dropped to his knees, pulling your shorts and panties down in one swift motion. You leaned back against the wall, bracing yourself, and he gripped your thighs and buried his face between your legs like a man who’d been dreaming of this moment for months.

His tongue was pure sin,broad licks up your slit, then focused pressure on your clit, slow and steady, until you were trembling and grinding against his face. When he slipped two fingers inside you, curling just right, you almost collapsed.

“Fuck, Danny,don’t stop,please,”

He moaned into you, the vibration making your vision blur. He sucked your clit, fingers pumping deeper, faster, then slowed down just before you tipped over.

“Not yet,” he smirked, licking his lips as he stood. “Wanna feel you come around my cock first.”

He carried you to the bed, ripped off his shirt, and shoved down his pants and boxers in one move. His cock slapped against his stomach,thick, flushed, already leaking.

You licked your lips and pushed him back onto the mattress.

“My turn.”

You crawled between his legs, kissed up his thigh, and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue and tasting the salt of him. His groan was guttural, fingers tangling in your hair as you took him deeper, slow and teasing.

“You’re fucking evil,” he gasped. “Those eyes,fuck,your mouth…”

You pulled off with a pop. “Wanna hear you beg.”

He growled, flipping you onto your back with a laugh. “You want begging? You’ll get it.”

He lined himself up and slid in slow, inch by inch, watching your face the entire time.

“Look at you,” he whispered, bottoming out. “So tight. So wet. Made for me.”

You whimpered, legs wrapping around him. “Move, Danny,please.”

He didn’t hold back.

He fucked you deep and rhythmic, hips rolling with dancer’s precision, finding your sweet spot over and over again until your moans were high-pitched and desperate. Sweat slicked your bodies, skin slapping against skin.

“Touch yourself,” he growled, and you did,fingers finding your clit while he fucked you harder. “Good girl. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He pulled out, flipped you over, and pushed back in from behind, his hand tangled in your hair while the other reached around to stroke your clit.

“Danny,Danny,I’m,!”

You came screaming his name, legs shaking, walls fluttering around him. He wasn’t far behind,slamming in once, twice more before he spilled inside you with a deep groan, grinding his hips as he emptied himself.

He collapsed beside you, both of you gasping, chests heaving.

You turned your head, met his eyes, saw something softer there than just lust.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing your hair back.

You nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He grinned. “That was the best cardio I’ve had all week.”

You snorted, then rolled onto his chest, tracing lazy patterns over his abs.

“I guess the chemistry was real, huh?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, kissing the top of your head, “we’re just getting started.”

[andy-15-07]

Young, Tired, In Love

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

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Your baby was screaming.

Like full-on red-faced, lungs-blown, you-would-think-the-world-was-ending type of screaming.

You stood in the middle of your room with a bottle in one hand, a burp cloth on your shoulder, and your pajama shirt half unbuttoned. Danny burst through the door, eyes wide and hair sticking up like he got hit by a tornado. He looked exactly how you felt.

“She okay?” he gasped.

“No,” you muttered. “She’s decided sleep is for losers.”

He crossed the room and took the baby from your arms, gently rocking her. “Mami, come on,” he cooed. “You were literally snoring twenty minutes ago.”

“Yeah, and then I sneezed. Which apparently woke her up. And ruined my whole life.”

Danny smirked. “I told you not to sneeze loud.”

“Danny, I sneeze like a person. That’s not a skill I can control.”

He kissed your daughter’s head, pacing slowly. “Okay, okay. We’ll figure it out.”

You collapsed onto the bed. “I haven’t brushed my teeth. Or eaten. Or peed.”

“That’s a you problem,” Danny said, grinning as the baby finally started calming in his arms. “You gotta time your bathroom runs with her naps.”

“I can’t even feel my bladder anymore.”

He laughed softly. “You’re so dramatic. But I still love you.”

You looked at him, this eighteen-year-old boy wearing a hoodie that smelled like baby powder, his arms cradling your newborn like he was born for this. “You love me even though I haven’t washed my hair in five days?”

“Especially because of that. Adds flavor.”

“Gross.”

He grinned. “Go brush your teeth, baby. I got this.”

The next day, you two were sitting on the porch of your mom’s house, sipping bad iced coffee and watching the stroller sway slightly with your daughter asleep inside.

“I think I bombed my math quiz,” Danny said quietly.

You glanced at him. “What happened?”

“I had two hours to study last night. And she cried through all of them. I couldn’t focus.”

You reached over and squeezed his knee. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “It’s not her fault. She’s a baby. It’s just hard, you know?”

You nodded. “I know. Every time I sit down to write that college essay, she decides it’s the perfect time to poop. Loudly.”

Danny chuckled, then sobered. “Sometimes I feel like people are waiting for us to fail. Teachers, friends. Even your aunt keeps hinting that we’re too young to do this right.”

“Well,” you said, taking another sip of lukewarm coffee, “they’re not totally wrong. We are young.”

“Yeah, but we’re not failing.”

You looked over at him. “No?”

He shook his head. “She’s healthy. She’s happy. We’re figuring it out.”

You smiled, warm in your chest. “We’re doing the best we can.”

“And sometimes,” he added, “you even find time to shower.”

You smacked him on the arm. “Danny!”

“What? I’m being supportive!”

Later that week, you were both standing in the baby aisle at Target, staring at an entire wall of diapers.

“Why are there so many?” Danny asked, holding a pack of size 1s in one hand and newborns in the other. “What does ‘hypoallergenic’ even mean?”

“It means they probably won’t give her a rash.”

“Well, she’s already got one. So maybe we need extra hypoallergenic.”

You grabbed a different pack. “This one says ‘super soft.’”

He gave you a look. “They all say that. It’s a diaper. She’s gonna pee in it, not sleep on a cloud.”

You exhaled. “I don’t know, Danny. Just pick one. Please.”

A lady nearby turned and smiled. “First baby?”

Danny nodded proudly. “Yeah. She’s five weeks.”

“She’s got a pair of great parents, then,” the woman said kindly, before wheeling away with her cart.

You looked at him, surprised. “Did you hear that?”

He grinned. “Yeah. We got complimented in a Target. I feel validated.”

You laughed, but there was something in your chest,something fragile and big,that cracked open at the words great parents. You didn’t feel like one half the time. But maybe you were doing better than you thought.

That night, you lay in bed, your baby curled against your chest, fast asleep. Danny was lying beside you, scrolling on his phone, his pinky touching yours.

“Someone from school DM’d me today,” he said, voice low.

You raised a brow. “Who?”

“Madison Rivera.”

You groaned. “She always liked you.”

He laughed. “Yeah, but not like… dad Danny. She asked if I wanted to hang out this weekend.”

You turned to him. “Did you say yes?”

He looked at you like you were crazy. “No. I told her I’d be busy being a father.”

You smiled, but it was small. “You could go, you know. If you wanted. You don’t have to be glued to me 24/7.”

“I don’t have to. I want to.”

You looked down at your sleeping baby. “I just don’t want you to miss out.”

Danny slid closer. “I already did the party stuff. The football games. The late-night drives. I want this now. With you. With her.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Two weeks later, it was your birthday. You didn’t expect much. You hadn’t even thought about cake or candles or presents. But Danny did.

He showed up at your house with a single cupcake, a folded-up card, and a baby bottle warmer,something you’d been saying you needed for weeks but never got around to ordering.

“What’s this?” you asked, genuinely surprised.

“It’s a ‘you survived another year and kept a tiny human alive’ present.”

You laughed, already emotional. “Danny…”

He handed you the card. You opened it slowly. Inside, his handwriting was messy, but it said:

 Happy birthday, babe. I know we’re young and life’s chaotic, but you’re the strongest person I know. You gave me the best thing that’s ever happened to me,our daughter. And even when you’re tired and stressed, you love her in a way I didn’t know was possible. I love you. Always. Even if your farts wake up the baby.

You wiped a tear. “Did you have to include the fart part?”

He smirked. “Gotta stay humble.”

Summer came fast. And with it, long sweaty days, stroller walks, and college letters that made your chest ache. You sat on the front steps, holding one in your lap.

“You got in?” Danny asked, breathless.

You nodded. “Full scholarship. Local university.”

He let out a whoop and picked you up off the ground, spinning you. “That’s amazing!”

“But… what about you?” you asked as he set you down. “What about your dreams?”

Danny brushed your hair behind your ear. “My dream’s not going anywhere. But right now, she needs us. And you got in. That’s huge.”

“I want you to keep chasing your stuff too.”

“I will,” he said. “But I’m not gonna chase it at the cost of our family. We’re gonna figure it out. I’ll work, you study. Then we swap.”

You grinned. “Like shifts?”

“Like tag-team parenting.”

You leaned into him. “I love you.”

“Good,” he said. “’Cause I think I’m gonna love you forever.”

And when your daughter turned one, and everyone gathered around a tiny cake with pink frosting and the world still felt heavy and hard, you looked at Danny holding her while she smashed frosting in his hair and laughed.

And you realized

This wasn’t how you planned your life.

It was better.

Not perfect. Not easy.

But real. Full of love. Full of growth.

And you wouldn’t change it for anything.

[andy-15-07]

Hello since ur request are open and there isn’t anything about Danny’s characters yet, could I request some smut aka face riding/ sitting with who ever u want to write about ? Depends on who’s fitting the most? Thank you already <3

All Yours

PAIRING: Ash Garver x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 671 ✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way — I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

"You're staring again," you say, your voice soft but laced with challenge as you stand by the flickering fireplace.

Ash sits back on the couch, legs spread, arms resting across the worn leather. He doesn’t deny it. "Yeah," he says simply. "I am."

You raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "You gonna say something smart, or just keep undressing me with your eyes?"

His smile curves slowly. "Why not both?"

The storm outside growls against the windows, wind thrashing snow like a warning. But in the warmth of the lodge, the air crackles with something heavier than winter,desire, tension, something that’s been building since the moment you met him.

"You always this confident?" you ask, stepping closer. His eyes follow the motion of your hips like he's memorizing it.

"Only when I know what I want," Ash murmurs. "And right now..."

You stand directly between his knees. He looks up, eyes dark, full of heat.

"Say it," you dare him.

He leans forward, his voice like a slow flame. "I want you to sit on my face."

Your breath catches, but you cover it with a laugh. "You don’t even ask nicely, huh?"

"Didn’t think I had to beg. But if that’s what it takes..."

He reaches for you, hands sliding along your thighs, thumbs dragging against your skin just under the hem of your shorts. His touch is slow, reverent.

"I’ve been thinking about it since the first night you walked in here," he says, voice low. "The way you talk, the way you walk around like you know exactly how badly I want you. You gonna make me suffer, or you gonna give me what I need?"

You place a hand on his shoulder and push him gently back into the couch. "Then shut up and lie back."

He obeys, grinning, shifting down until his head rests comfortably on a throw pillow. You straddle him slowly, deliberately, knees digging into the cushion beside his head.

"Let me see you," he whispers.

You slide your panties off and toss them to the floor. His hands grip your thighs like he owns them.

"God, you’re beautiful," he says, like he’s stunned, like it’s a prayer.

You hover just above his mouth, watching the tension in his body coil like a spring. His lips are slightly parted, waiting, hungry.

"You sure you can handle this?" you tease, heart hammering in your chest.

His voice is a dark promise. "Sit, baby. Don’t hold back. I want all of it."

You lower yourself onto his mouth, and the second his tongue touches you, a shiver rolls down your spine. He groans against you like he’s starving. The stubble on his jaw scratches lightly at your thighs, but his tongue is soft, firm, relentless.

"Fuck, Ash"

His hands grip your ass, guiding your movements, encouraging you to grind against his face. His moan is muffled but desperate. Every flick of his tongue makes you cry out a little louder.

"Don’t stop," you gasp. "Right there. Shit"

You roll your hips against his face, fingers tangling in his hair. He lets you use him, his moans vibrating through you.

"You taste so fuckin’ good," he groans between breaths. "Keep going."

You ride his mouth faster, your body trembling. His tongue never falters. He groans again, deeper this time, and your thighs tighten around his head.

"Ash…" your voice breaks. "I’m gonna…"

He grips your thighs harder, holding you there as you come against his tongue. Your whole body shudders, and he doesn't stop,not until you're gasping and twitching from overstimulation.

You finally lift off him, legs shaking. He’s panting beneath you, face slick, eyes blown wide.

"Holy shit," you breathe, sliding off to sit beside him.

He laughs, pulling you into his lap. "That’s one way to warm up in a snowstorm."

"That mouth should be illegal."

"Nah," he smirks. "I think it should be put to better use."

You tilt your head. "Already planning round two?"

"Baby," he says, kissing your jaw, "I haven't even started yet."

[andy-15-07]

Ash smut hc or oneshot pls 🙏

Can’t Sleep

PAIRING: Ash Garver x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 635 ✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way — I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

It starts with a sigh.

You’re both lying in bed, side by side in the dim light of the bedroom. The storm has passed, but sleep refuses to come. The tension’s been building for hours , days, even. You feel it every time your hands brush, every glance that lingers too long.

You shift under the covers, turning toward him. “You awake?”

Ash turns his head to look at you, his voice low and rough. “Yeah.”

There’s a silence. Heavy. Electric.

“I’m restless,” you whisper.

He gives a quiet laugh. “Yeah… I can tell.”

You glance down. His hand is resting on his stomach, just under the hem of his shirt. He doesn’t move it , not yet , but you know he’s just as keyed up as you are.

“You ever…” you start, then stop.

Ash raises an eyebrow. “You gotta finish that sentence, sweetheart.”

You exhale. “You ever just… do it? When someone’s lying right next to you?”

His lips twitch, amused. “Masturbate?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah.”

He props himself up slightly on his elbow, watching you. “You thinking about it?”

You meet his gaze. “A little.”

His voice is softer now. “Then do it.”

Your breath catches. “While you’re right here?”

He grins. “I’m not going anywhere. Unless you want me to.”

You shake your head quickly. “No. Stay.”

He watches you silently as you slide your hand under the waistband of your sleep shorts. The heat of his gaze makes your cheeks burn, but you don’t stop. Your fingers find your clit, and you let out a quiet breath.

Ash shifts closer, his voice husky. “Can I watch?”

“Already are,” you murmur.

His hand moves too now, dragging slowly down his stomach and into the waistband of his briefs. You glance over and see his fist wrap around himself. Your breath hitches.

“Fuck,” you whisper, mesmerized.

“Keep going,” he says, watching your hand move beneath the covers. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You,” you answer without hesitation. “Your mouth. Your fingers. The way you look at me like you wanna ruin me.”

He groans, pumping slowly. “Jesus, baby. That’s not helping.”

“Good.”

Ash leans over and kisses you , slow, messy, desperate. Your tongues tangle as your hands keep moving, side by side, the air thick with shared breath and soft moans.

He breaks the kiss to whisper against your lips. “Let me help you.”

You nod, and his hand replaces yours, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. You whimper and arch into his touch, your hand still working him as best you can.

“Shit,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Because of you.”

You stroke him tighter in response, and he groans low in his throat.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he mutters, fingers circling faster.

You’re close, and he knows it. He kisses you again, swallowing your moans as you come, trembling against his hand.

Still breathless, you push the covers down and crawl halfway over him. “Your turn.”

He laughs shakily. “You just had me fucking the air for the last five minutes.”

You kiss down his chest, back to where your hand wraps around him. You stroke him slowly, watching his face.

“You’re so hard,” you whisper. “Feels like you’ve been needing this.”

“Only since I met you,” he mutters.

You kiss him again, hand moving faster. His hips lift off the bed and he gasps against your lips.

“Fuck,keep going,just like that,”

You murmur, “Come for me, Ash.”

And he does, with a groan muffled into your mouth, spilling over your hand as he shudders beneath you.

You both collapse into the pillows, panting.

“Feel better?” you ask.

He turns to you, eyes still dark. “Yeah. But next time, I’m not stopping at just watching.”

You smirk, curling into his side. “I’m counting on it.”

[andy-15-07]

Can you write a story about Danny and we are a singer and we’re performing bed chem like what Sabrina carpenter did at the Brit’s and we are dating Danny as well. Please and thank you

Chemistry in the Spotlight

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 1851 ✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way — I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

The lights dimmed in the vast arena. A hush fell over the crowd as the opening chords of the song began to pulse through the speakers. You stood behind the curtain beside Danny, heart hammering in your chest, hand in his. The two of you shared a grin,half nerves, half excitement.

“Are you ready for this?” Danny whispered, his warm breath feathering your ear.

You squeezed his hand. “Born ready. You?”

He chuckled, tilting his head down so your foreheads touched. “With you by my side? Always.”

The curtains swept aside, revealing a single, sleek black bed set at center stage, spotlit against the darkened backdrop. Gasps and cheers washed over you as you stepped out, Danny right beside you. The world narrowed to the thump of bass, the glow of spotlights, and the fire of Danny’s gaze on yours.

“Promise me you won’t chicken out,” you teased, pulling Danny close. The two of you were in the cramped rehearsal tent backstage at the Brit Awards. A single spring bed and two rehearsal lights were all you needed to test your moves for tonight’s show.

Danny raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re the one who texted me at three a.m. begging to do this.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m a genius, not a chicken.”

He laughed, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. “Okay, genius. Show me the magic.”

You gestured at the bed. “This is where the chemistry happens.” You dropped to the mattress in one swift motion, arching your back slightly, then patted the spot beside you. “Site of our first… bed chemistry experiment.”

Danny laughed, but the look in his eyes smoldered. “Tell me again how that ‘experiment’ ended.”

You leaned in, lips almost brushing his. “‘Experiment’ is a broad term. Results were… explosive.”

He closed the distance. “I love explosive.”

Your lips met. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper as heat built between you. Danny’s strong hands pressed you gently down into the sheets.

“Stop it,” you gasped, though you didn’t want him to.

He grinned against your mouth. “I can’t. Rehearsal?”

You pushed him back playfully. “Yes, rehearsal. We have to nail the choreography.”

Danny sat up, tousling his hair. “Right. The choreography.”

***

You stood and faced Danny. “Okay. Music will start. I walk in, you’re already on the bed. We circle each other, tight steps, hips swaying. Then…” You demonstrated a slow spin, falling gracefully onto the mattress.

Danny mirrored you. “Then you look up at me like that… and I roll you over onto your stomach, pull you up by the waist.”

Your blood warmed at the thought. “And then we—”

“—we kiss and grind, got it,” Danny interrupted with a grin.

You feigned offense. “You’re oversimplifying, Mr. Ramirez.”

He winked. “Simplification is the basis of good choreography.”

You both laughed and ran through it, step by step: the entrance, the circular dance, the fall onto the bed, the reversal, the kiss.

“Nice,” Danny said after the third run-through. “But your eyes,more intensity.”

You rolled your shoulders. “Intensity? Danny…”

He grabbed your face between his hands. “Yes. Like,‘I am completely yours, right here, right now.’ Feel it. Sell it.”

You held his gaze. “I,” you paused dramatically, “am completely yours.”

Danny’s eyes darkened. “Now that… that right there. Keep that.”

You both collapsed in a fit of giggles, breathless. The choreographer poked their head in.

“Ten minutes till soundcheck, you two. Make it count.”

***

Backstage in the narrow corridor, you turned to Danny. “I can't believe we're really doing this at the Brits.”

He grinned. “Believe it. And besides, I want everyone to see what’s between us.”

You arched an eyebrow. “You’re literally marrying me into this performance.”

He laughed softly. “I thought you’d enjoy being the center of attention.”

You bumped his shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself too much.”

He caught your hand. “Come here.” You leaned into him as he dipped you. “You ready?”

You looked into his eyes, seeing only love and mischief. “Let’s shake up the Brits.”

He kissed your temple. “That’s my girl.”

***

The stage was bathed in darkness for a moment. Then a single spotlight hit the bed. A slow, sultry beat began, and you emerged in a shimmer bodysuit. The audience exploded in cheers.

Danny was already on the bed, propped on one elbow, watching you as you strutted to centerstage. You gave him a cheeky wink. He sat up, clapped his hands softly, and grinned back.

As the first chorus hit, you circled the bed, hips swaying in perfect rhythm. Danny rose, lingering on the edge; his gaze was hypnotic. You reached the bed and, in one fluid motion, fell back onto the mattress. The crowd gasped.

Danny moved in. He knelt, one knee on the bed, and leaned toward you. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down, kissing him as the beat dropped. Your bodies pressed tight, grinding together as the music soared.

The camera flashed close-ups: your lips meeting his, your fingers threading through his hair, his hands gliding along your back. Dialogue boomed over the speakers,your sultry whispers:

“Danny…” you murmured into the mic. “Right where I want you.”

He smirked. “And I want you, only you.”

You arched into him, lifting your hips. “Prove it.”

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Watch me.”

The choreography continued: you rolled onto your stomach; he pulled you in by the waist, sliding his hands along your curves. You hooked your legs around his waist. He rocked his hips, matching the beat, planting the image of pure bed chemistry into every fan’s mind.

At the bridge, the music softened. You both sat up, backs to the audience, leaning into each other. For a moment, you moved in perfect unison, a mirrored dance of intimacy. Then Danny rose and swept you off the bed, standing and holding you tight.

The crowd rose as one. The lights flared, and you both struck a dramatic pose,a perfect tableau of desire. Rain effects (faux rain for stage effect) fell around you, making your hair and outfits cling, heightening every curve.

You pulled away slightly, hands on his chest. “Danny… thank you.”

He pressed a hand to your heart. “Thank you for trusting me.”

The final chorus hit. You climbed back into his arms,he lay back on the bed, and you straddled him, dancing down on him in time with the flames erupting behind you. Fire, rain, and sweat combined in a sensory overload. Every eye was glued to your duet; the audience roared with approval.

As the song ended, you collapsed into each other’s arms, breathing hard. You heard the final note echo, then… silence. Until the arena erupted in thunderous applause. Danny sat up and kissed you deeply, then reached out to the audience.

“Thank you,” he shouted, voice rough with emotion. “Brits, you’ve been amazing!”

You leaned into him, running a hand down his cheek. “We did it.”

He pressed his forehead against yours. “We really did.”

Moments later, you were huddled in the performers’ lounge, towels draped over shoulders, face flushed. Danny handed you a bottle of water.

He sat beside you, exhaling. “That… was insane.”

You giggled. “Our best performance yet.”

He turned to you, eyes bright. “I saw cameras zoomed in on you. You looked… spectacular.”

You leaned onto his shoulder. “Not as spectacular as you.”

He wrapped an arm around you. “Let’s never speak of this again,unless you want to.”

You laughed. “Yeah, let’s not mention the fact that the entire UK just witnessed our bed chemistry.”

He snorted. “He did do one take, though. Perfecting it in rehearsal helped.”

You pursed your lips. “One take? With fire and rain?”

Danny shrugged, grinning. “And you were flawless.”

Your phone buzzed with messages. You glanced down: texts from friends, fans, and… your mom. “Did you see Mom’s text? She says she’s buying the video on repeat.”

Danny laughed. “She’ll watch it over and over, guaranteed.”

You smiled. “Worth it.”

***

In the privacy of your adjoining hotel suite, you and Danny finally had time to decompress. The dimly lit room felt intimate, the city lights of London twinkling through the window.

Danny stood by the minibar, pulling out chocolate-covered strawberries. “For dessert,” he announced, tossing a strawberry to you.

You caught it, biting into its sweetness. “Delicious.”

He sat beside you on the plush sofa. “Do you think anyone will ever top that performance?”

You tilted your head, eyes serious. “Maybe. But never with our… chemistry.”

He reached for your hand. “’Our chemistry’,you make it sound like a science experiment.”

You grinned. “Well, it is. We’re lab partners in the greatest experiment,love.”

He laughed, pulling you close. “Best lab partner ever.”

You rested your head on his chest. “I’ve never felt closer to you than up there, in front of all those people.”

Danny kissed the top of your head. “I felt it too. Every time I looked at you, all I saw was… home.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. “Home, huh?”

He nodded. “Yeah. No matter where we perform next, I know you’re my anchor.”

You traced circles on his shirt. “Then I’ll always be your anchor.”

He brushed a kiss across your lips. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you whispered.

Danny stood, offering you his hand. “Dance with me?”

You laughed softly. “In our suite?”

He grinned. “Why not? I still remember every step.”

He spun you around as he did on stage. The two of you moved in perfect harmony,slow and gentle this time, hips swaying, bodies pressed close. No audience but the stars.

“I love dancing with you,” you murmured.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love everything with you.”

You closed your eyes as he dipped you. “Everything.”

Sunlight streamed through the curtains. You blinked awake, Danny’s arms wrapped around you. Soft snores tickled your ear.

You smiled and gently shook him. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

He groaned, burying his face in your hair. “Morning.”

You propped yourself on an elbow. “So… hot shower or breakfast in bed?”

Danny stretched, grinning. “Both?”

You laughed. “Deal.”

He planted a kiss on your lips. “Last night was…” He searched for words. “Unforgettable.”

You nodded. “One for the history books.”

He sat up and swung his legs out of bed. “Let’s go make more history.”

You slid out and followed him into the bathroom. Steam fogged the mirror as he turned on the shower. He peeled off his clothes. You did the same.

He reached for your hand in the shower. The spray of warm water cascaded over you both as he pressed you against the cool tile wall. You gasped at the contrast.

“What are you doing?” you teased through the cascade.

“Proving my chemistry again,” he whispered, lips at your ear.

You shivered,partly from water, partly from anticipation. “Chemistry, huh?”

He smiled against your skin. “The best kind.”

As the water washed over you, you melted into Danny’s arms, knowing that the audience might remember your bed performance forever,but you and he would carry its spark into every tomorrow yet to come.

[andy-15-07]

📓 Danny Ramirez Masterlist

I write for all his characters — requests are open!

✨ General Tags: Fluff | Angst | Smut | Hurt/Comfort | One-shots | Series

🕶 Joaquin Torres

Headcanon — "Training a Ghost"

Mi Tesoro

The Spy and the Pilot

Kindness in the Shadows

✈️ Fanboy / Mickey Garcia

❄️ Ash Garver

All Yours

Can’t Sleep

🪖 Manny Alvarez

Too Damn Hot

🎬 Danny Ramirez

Young, Tired, In Love

Bless Me, Madre, For I Have Sinned

Sabor a Ti

Chemistry in the Spotlight

Morning’s First Offering |

Mine, Not Yours

Oscars Afterglow