#vinny daniel fanfic

[beebeetheclown]

hi bee 🐝, can i request a one shot or drabble with number 3 from the smut[ing] prompts list 👀 please? thanks!❤️

Hello☺️ thanks for this request. Here’s a small little one shot/drabble I came up with late at night haha. Hope you enjoy

Vinny Daniel x reader one shot request

Contains: Overstimulation, edging, smut

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You were his fiancé for a full week now. You remember like it was yesterday when he had knelt down on one knee and asked you to be his forever. He wanted you to be the woman he woke up to in the mornings and the woman he’d make love to every other night. This was your favourite part of it all so far, you wearing the big diamond ring he had put on your finger, planning your wedding day and where your perfect honeymoon would take place.

Everytime he’d fuck you, it’d be different every single time. Whether that was in a different position or in a different location such as his bed, the shower, his car or even, bent over his home office desk. He’d often treat you differently too. Sometimes he’d be sweet and talk you through it, tell you how good you are doing and things like that. Other times, he wouldn’t be able to hold back and take you however he wanted to, no matter how rough it was.

This one particular night would stay with you forever though, it was the night after he had asked you to marry him. Seeing you wear the ring he had bought you, how beautiful you would look as his wife and maybe even the mother to his children if he ever got lucky.

He came home from work that night and set his jacket down and made his way into the kitchen, where you were standing as you were baking something.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He says as he comes to hug you from behind and kiss your shoulder, “It smells good in here. What are you making?”

“Well, it’s my mothers birthday tomorrow. I needed to make her a cake. It’s in the oven” You reply as you take some of the cake batter on your finger and bring it to his mouth. “You’re just in time, I haven’t cleaned up the bowl yet. Have a taste.”

He smiles softly and licks the batter off of your finger. “How come you’re only making it now?” He asks as it’s now 7:00 p.m.

You shrug, “I don’t know. Just got busy with other things all day. How was work?”

He lets go of you now so you can continue to clean up and bring the bowl and set it in the sink.

“Stressful.” He replies in a sigh. “I’m just happy to be home, with my future wife.”

“Don’t get all cheesy on me.” You chuckle.

“You think I’m being cheesy do you?” He steps closer to you now and puts his hands on your waist as you are now facing him and looking up at him.

“Yeah, maybe a little. It is cute though I’ll give you that.”

“Cute?”

“Uh huh.”

“Baby, I am more than cute.”

“Oh? So now you’re getting cocky now?” You tease as you let your hands play with his silk dress shirt.

“Which do you prefer? Me being all sweet, or me getting what I want?” He whispers deeply. His hands are caressing your sides.

“Can I say both?”

“Not for tonight. I want you to choose one option.”

“Cute then.”

“Wrong.” He smirks.

“What? You didn’t tell me there was a right or wrong answer.” You laugh.

“Well, there is. And you are wrong missy.”

“How am I wrong?”

“Because tonight, I want what I want. I don’t feel like being all ‘cute’ with you tonight.”

“Then what do you feel like?” You whisper and giggle teasingly in his ear.

“Getting everything I want from you.”

“That still kind of makes me think you’re cute. You, all needy and stressed after a long day at work.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes.”

He grins down at you before suddenly picking you up in his arms, “We’ll see if you’ll be saying the same thing when I’m finished with you.”

You laugh as he carries you over his shoulder to the bedroom. “Vinny, my cake.” You chuckle.

“Did your timer go off yet?” He asks as he opens the door to the bedroom with one hand while he holds onto your legs with the other.

“No.”

“Exactly. We still have time, a lot of time.”

He drops you down on the bed like you are a doll and he immediately begins to unbutton his shirt as he keeps his eyes on you with a grin on his face as he thinks of what he’s going to do with his future wife.

“Don’t just lay there and watch me, undress.”

“Vinny,”

“Was I asking it as a question? No. Undress.”

You give him a little cocky grin and then sit up and take your top and bra off. Just five minutes ago, you were humming a sweet song to yourself as you made your mothers vanilla cake and now, you are on the bed undressing, watching the man in front of you undress himself, already getting turned on so easily.

“What are you waiting for? The rest comes off too.” He says when he’s looking down at you in your jeans. He is now left in his dress pants, but he is quick to remove them. Whenever he had a long day at work, coming home and fucking you was the only way on how he’d deal with the stress.

Soon enough, you are fully out of your clothes and so is he. “Lay on your back.” He orders.

You do as you’re told with no questions asked. He spits on his two fingers before bringing them down to your cunt. He doesn’t waste another second and fucks you with them.

You let out a little cry of the sudden pleasure of his fingers entering you again and again.

“Oh, you’re already so wet. Just as I expected. You’re so easy to please.”

You continue to let out little noises, whimpers and small little cries. You knew already that this wouldn’t be on the sweeter sides of things. He’d take what he wanted from you, taking none of your questions or your pleads.

It was kind of embarrassing how quickly he made you cum around his fingers. He enjoyed it though, he just chuckles as he removes his fingers. “Sensitive hmm?” He teases.

You don’t answer, you just catch your breath and laugh a little. You sit up, expecting to get dressed again to go back out into the kitchen to check on your cake. He stops you from getting off the bed by gripping your arm. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“... My cake Vinny.”

“You seriously think I’m done with you?” He grins down at you and you just stutter a little, not really knowing how to respond. “Get on all fours baby. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You begin to breathe quicker as you look up at him. You don’t dare test his patience and you do what he asks, getting on your hands and knees for him.

“Good, very good baby.” He praises as he gets himself ready to do what he’s been wanting to do all day, “Tell me you want this.”

His one hand grabs onto your hair, moving it out of your face, before he puts both hands on your bare hips. His gold ring was cold on your skin.

“I want it. Please just fuck me. I want it so badly.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You whimper.

He doesn’t say anything more and just grinds his hips forward, fitting his dick inside you. You were so easy for him to fuck now that you were so senstive and wet from his fingers. His hips continue to meet yours and the sound of it echoes throughout the room.

Hearing his moans and his little grunts as he fucks you makes you grip the blankets harder. He just focuses hard on pleasuring you and watches himself enter you again and again. He sets a fast pace, not being able to go slow and be teasing as he usually would.

“Fuck, I bet you’re already close aren’t you?” He growls out. “So fucking sensitive.” He throws his head back a little as a whimper leaves your sweet little lips.

“Yes. I- Oh, Vinny.” The pleasure was almost too much, He hit every spot you needed him to with every one of his harsh thrusts. When he brings his fingers down to your clit, it just adds to the unbearable pleasure.

When you are super close, when you are on the very edge, he pulls out and removes his fingers. He flips you over roughly so you are back to laying down again. He’s over top of you now, kissing and biting your neck as he thrusts forward again.

“Vinny, I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.” It fell out of your mouth because you needed to let the truth out. You seriously felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. He was fucking you so good, you almost felt numb. You couldn’t take anymore of his teasing either, if he were to go ahead and stop himself one more time, you wouldn’t be able to handle it, but you also felt as if you weren’t able to handle it if he kept going.

“Look at you,” He whispers in your ear, “Begging for my dick and now you’re telling me you can’t take it?” You just close your eyes tightly and put your hand on the back of his head. “Well, I’m not stopping until I’m finished, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He breathes out, “There’s a good fucking girl.” He felt himself coming close now, he can’t help but pick up the pace.

You had many crazy nights with Vinny, but this one was by far the most intoxicating. And now you are marrying him.

You warn him that you are close and he is close too, he practically begs for you to cum around him and when you do, he follows immediately after, spilling inside you. As you come down from your high, he gives you a couple of more thrusts before falling and laying down beside you.

“How was that? Does that still make you think I’m cute?” He teases.

“I don’t think I can even put it in a proper sentence on what that did to me.” You giggle.

He smiles and gives you a soft kiss on your lips. “Baby, I have something to tell you.” He chuckles.

“What?”

“You won’t like it.”

“Just tell me.”

“Your cake timer. It went off a while ago, you didn’t even notice.”

Your eyes go wide as you remember the cake in the oven. You get up quickly and throw on your robe that was hanging up by the door.

“If that cake is overcooked, I’m blaming it on you and you’ll be staying up all night baking me another one.”

The cake was in fact overcooked.

[youngfcs]

Oi Cib, tudo bem? Queria sua ajuda para decidir a protagonista da minha fanfic (juro, tô sofrendo pra decidir k), queria uma faceclaim de cabelos castanhos/pretos que combinasse para ser uma jovem de 18/19 anos. O tema da fic é mais praiana, já que irá se passar no Havaí e o par romântico dela seria o Vinnie Hacker.

Eu cheguei a pensar na Alexa Demie, mas não sei se ela combinaria. Estive tentando pensar em alguma atriz que já tenha feito algum trabalho ou tenha essa vibe mais praiana, mas não me vem ninguém na cabeça.

Poderia me dar algumas sugestões, por favor? 😭

Olá meu bem! Tudo tranquilo por aqui e por aí? Espero que tudo certinho!

Hmmm, a Alexa é lindíssima! Tem algumas cenas na praia, se não me engano. Mas vou te dar outras sugestões sim, não se preocupa <3

Danielle Campbell (19-28) [cenas de praia em StarStruck]

Maia Mitchell (18-28) [Teen Beach Movie 1 e 2]

Madison Bailey (17-24) [Outer Banks]

Thomasin McKenzie (16-22) [filme Old]

Miley Cyrus (17-25) [no filme The Last Song] - hoje em dia ela está um pouco mais velha

(cib)

[oceluna]

I'm starting to like beard! Daniel x Johnny as i never noticed how attractive ralph macchio was having a full but not too bushy beard.....

Need more beard! Daniel x johnny fanfics 🥺

I'm getting to this now anon, my apologies I had to dig up the photos. Lol Yes! there's a few instances in Ralph's career where made an attempt/ had facial hair. Here's just a few.

Billy from My Cousin Vinny, The Outer Limits and most recently as Dom in Lost Cat Corona.

The latter which was heavily inspired Daniel's look for the Divorce au gif set series. Since those were the gifs I made for the series.

I absolutely agree we need more beard Daniel x Johnny in fics, WE NEED IT IN THE SHOW!

[letdecemberburninflames]

Two in the Afternoon

Aperçu: Reader wakes up after a wild night to a very sleepy (and probably still drunk) Vince. Fluff ensues.

Fic Type: Vince Neil x Reader, FLUFF, The Dirt // Mötley Crüe fanfic

Warnings: It’s Mötley fucking Crüe, dude.

Author’s Note: This is short, as I was not incredibly confident in my abilities to write Vince’s character correctly (apologies if he’s a bit lot ooc). @malibubarbievince offered some great tips though, which I greatly appreciated. As always, italics are flashbacks. Enjoy!

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The night had started with “You can’t possibly drink all that!” And so, naturally, you just had to prove Nikki wrong, with your ever-supportive boyfriend-of-three-months by your side, ready and willing to tell you that you looked very hot with Jack Daniels spilled down the front of your white t-shirt. Well, his white t-shirt.

The night had ended somewhere around four in the morning, when you took one look at the clock in the bar and vaguely remembered Doc’s demand that the boys be in their hotel room and in bed before two in the morning. That promise had been broken about five beers, three shots, and many, many lines of cocaine ago. So when Vince made fun of your refusal to do a body shot off a stripper (wouldn’t be the first time he’d asked you; he though it’d be hot), you shot back with, “Isn’t it past your bedtime? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”.

To which Vince replied, “In my bed with you? Yes.”

And that was how you ended up between the sheets with Vince Neil. Not like it would’ve ended any differently on any other night anyway.

A stretch of midday sunlight glowed golden across the rumpled sheets, and the smell of Vince invaded your senses. Yeah, he smelled like sweat and alcohol and cigarettes and cologne… but beneath that he had his own smell. It was warm and safe, and it was your favorite smell in the whole world.

Vince’s chest was warm against your back, and his arm was draped over your waist, calloused hands brushing your thigh. His legs were tangled with yours, and there was nothing more soothing than the comfort of his touch.

Across the room, you could see the clothes you’d scattered across the furniture in your alcohol-induced rush to make it to the bed. Vince’s leather pants were on the mini bar. Of course, it really wouldn’t of mattered. Vince would have been content to fuck on the couch, the table, the bathroom sink… You giggled to yourself when you saw your panties hanging from the top of the lamp by the desk.

Bits and pieces of last night came back, like a bunch of puzzle pieces that hadn’t clicked together yet.

Vince playfully nibbled at your neck. Being subtle was a skill that both of you lacked, so it was of no surprise to either of you when someone came pounding on the hotel room door.

“C’mere,” Vince stood, wearing nothing but boxers and dress tie wrapped around his head like a headband that he had gotten god-knows-where. You, were wearing slightly less. As in, you were wearing nothing.

“I wanna show off my beautiful girlfriend!” Vince laughed as person outside knocked louder.

You climbed onto his back, piggy-back style, and together you went to answer the door, Vince in his underwear, and you still butt-ass-naked.

When Motley Crue’s manager, Doc McGhee, stood in the doorway saw you two, he just sighed.  “Sad thing is, that’s not even the worst thing I’ve seen in the last ten minutes,” he said as you planted kisses up and down Vince’s neck. Cocky boy still had your lipstick smeared on his jaw.

You groaned internally. Well, there went all of Doc’s respect for you. Oh well. You snuggled closer to Vinny, enjoying the feeling of security. He could keep you safe from big, bad, no-fun managers like Doc. You sighed, breathing in the moment, and the silence and the comfort. Rarely was it this quiet with Vince Neil around.

If only it could be like this forever. Just you and him and this hotel room. No shows, no interviews, no groupies… Just an endless stretch of morning bliss.

And that fucking sunlight. God, it was so bright.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes, head pounding. Well, someone had to shut those damn curtains, and it sure as hell wasn’t gonna be Vince’s lazy ass.

With a huff, you wiggled out from under Vince’s arm and disentangled yourself from his legs and the sheets. Or, you tried to anyway.

“No! I’m not letting you… It’s too early to get out of bed…” Vince’s voice was a low growl, tired and a little bit grumpy about being woken up.

“Vinny, babe,” you glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, “its two in the afternoon.”

You pulled yourself out of bed, bracing against the cool air that Vince’s body heat had protected you from. Bare skin exposed to the air, you shivered as you walked over to the window.

“Y/N, it’s too cold, come back!” He groaned, pulling the covers closer.

Vince cracked an eye open just in time to see your body silhouetted by the golden sunlight before you pulled the curtains tightly shut.  

“You’re so beautiful…” he murmured as you slid back under the warm covers.

“Yeah, I probably look like a raccoon,” you whispered back, imagining the eyeliner and mascara that HAD to of smeared under your eyes.

Vince nodded sleepily. “The hottest damn raccoon in this whole fuckin’ town.”

You just shook your head and curled against him again, burying your face in his chest, breathing in the smell of him. His arms wrapped around you again, his hand on your lower back, thumb moving back and forth over the soft skin of your waistline. Basking in the rare silence, you felt Vince’s heart beating gently beneath where your head was resting.

“Y/N… I think you’re my soulmate,” he muttered, voice still heavy with sleep.

“And I think you’re still drunk,” you teased. Vince rarely got lovey-dovey. Hot and heavy was more his style.

“Just shuddup an’ let me talk!” He yawned, shifting so that his lips brushed the shell of your ear.. “D’y’know what the hardest part about having a soulmate is? It’s not… all the time spent… spent tryin’ to fill the loneliness with all these other people, just hoping one of them will be the right one. Its- its the love. I’m not Tommy, y’know? Not a romantic- I just like girls. I didn’t believe in that shit- that two people were, like, meant to be together forever. Its the love, Y/N. It’s too strong, you can’t fight it. When I first met you… I tried to fight it. I was a fucking idiot for even trying,” He yawned again, pulling you closer against him. You could feel the warm breath from his words against your ear. “I’ve tried to fight it… but I’m always gonna love you, Y/N. And I need you to know that.”

Your heart felt like it was going to explode, so naturally you had to ruin to moment. “...you’re clearly still high.”

“Yeah, highly in love with you.”

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[beebeetheclown]

Chapter 2 is out :)

[beebeetheclown]

Hello all! My Vinny story is out now! I’ve renamed it if anyone is confused haha. It took me a long time to edit and write it but I think I’ve got it down now lol. I hope your kitties are ready for this one cause..😽😏🫢 lmaooo sorry.

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