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lqveharrington · 1 day ago

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I saw your ask so…. I have a request for DALLAS WINSTON BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!

Okay so the reader is a part of the Curtis family and her and dally have been seeing each other in secret UNTIL something happens maybe Ponyboy or Johnny ACCIDENTALLY spill it from when they went to Dally for help and like ponyboy was grossed out but promised to keep the it secret. When they do find out they Darry loses it where maybe soadpop is like chill about it. Meanwhile Steve and Twobit are just enjoying the show/just their? (I dont know if this makes any sense💀)

Girl Curtis | D.W.

summary: your relationship with dally was meant to be a secret, but one night at the drive-in changes everything.

pairing: dallas ‘dally’ winston x curtis sister!reader

includes: fluff, slightly suggestive, cursing, talks of physical fighting, mentions of killing, mentions of underage drinking, steve & two-bit not helping the situation, ponyboy being grossed out, johnny being a cutie pie, reader is practically a mini version of darry

a/n: i love matt dillon 🤍 (i got lost at the end, idk man 😭) and this got hella long

Being a Curtis meant living in constant change. No matter what day of the week it was or the season, every single day was completely different from the last. From waking up to an actual breakfast to having chocolate cake for every meal. And it wasn’t like your family never accepted the change, but change was always something hard for your family to cope with—especially after your parents had died a year ago.

So when Ponyboy accidentally found out that you—his older sister, his only sister—were seeing Dallas Winston—the boy who’s been to jail more times than he could count—behind everyone’s back, he was too shocked to even utter a word at the sight.

He didn’t even mean to learn about your relationship with Dally—it was on pure accident. He and Johnny simply wanted advice from Dally, and Buck had let them inside his house. It wasn’t his fault that Dally left his bedroom door unlocked when he clearly had company over.

When the door swung open and revealed Ponyboy and Johnny, you immediately pulled away from Dally, scrambling to get off his lap while throwing a pillow in Dally's direction. Ponyboy immediately spun around and squeezed his eyes shut, tugging Johnny around as he stood frozen in fear and shock.

After what seemed like ages of shuffling around, the both of you were finally decent, although the smudges of gloss and lipstick around Dally's mouth seemed to remain.

He sat up properly and looked at you in amusement before putting a hand out toward the youngest Curtis in efforts to get him to focus on something other than walking in on his sister making out with a juvenile delinquent. “Listen, kid—“

“Don’t you dare say anything right now.” You glare at Dally before slowly moving toward your brother, approaching him like he was a wild animal. Ponyboy hadn’t said anything for the past five minutes, and you were starting to get worried that you broke him with one terrible interaction. “Pony—?”

“You’re dating Dally?” Ponyboy finally said as he turned back around to face you, staring at the two of you like it was the craziest thing in the entire world. He bit the top of his thumb and looked around the room, trying to distract himself from unwanted thoughts. “Does Darry know?”

You shake your head and gently move his hand away from his mouth, getting him to look at you. “Darry does not know, and he won’t know until we tell him, got it?”

Ponyboy’s eyes widened as he began to pace Dally’s room, mind running millions of miles per second. He wasn’t sure if keeping your relationship hidden was a smart move, but he couldn’t tell Darry without you knowing—you would kill him. And what about Sodapop? Surely he deserved to know about you and Dally, he wasn’t a snitch and he definitely wouldn’t be the one to tell Darry either.

Johnny watched Ponyboy cautiously, fingers playing with the buttons on his jean jacket for a lack of movement compared to his best friend. He wasn’t surprised that you and Dally ended up together—hell, Dally had told him that he liked you when he got drunk once. He didn’t know exactly when you got together, but it wasn’t Johnny’s place to tell anybody about your business or Dally’s business.

“Man, how did y’all even start dating?” Johnny asked to no one in particular as he continued to stare at Ponyboy, a small frown tugging at his lips.

“Uh, dunno, just happened one day.” Dally laid back on the headboard of the bed and lit a cigarette he found behind his ear, blowing the smoke high into the air before you could reprimand him.

You raise your brows at Dally’s words, looking back at him in surprise before rolling your eyes at the cigarette hanging from his lips. Dally loved to tell the story of how you two started going out, but you weren’t exactly sure what was stopping him. He would only be telling Ponyboy and Johnny.

“You are a terrible story teller.” You huff and put your hands on your hips, “You really aren’t gonna tell them?”

Dally took another drag from the cigarette, shrugging in response before a wicked grin made its way onto his face. He stood from his spot on the bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leaning his body against yours until you supported half of his weight.

“I’ll tell them how it ended, doll, how ‘bout that?” He said with the same damn grin, making you narrow your eyes at him, almost daring him to tell the two boys how that night ended. “Well, the story ends with me and girl Curtis tangled up in those sheets back there—“

“Okay, gross, shut up.” Ponyboy groaned and covered his ears, Johnny burning a bright red at the unwelcome thoughts. Ponyboy still kept his ears covered, “I’ll keep it a secret for as long as I can, but Soda and Darry are bound to find out sooner or later.”

After you finish jabbing Dally in the stomach for his crude behavior, you look back at your brother and remove his hands from his ears. “And we’ll cross that bridge when it happens, for now—“

You take Johnny and Ponyboy by their shoulders and turn them away, walking them to the doorway of the bedroom. “—I want to spend time with my boyfriend alone, alright?”

The two boys nodded and made quick steps to leave the place at once, doing their best to forget anything Dally had told them in the last minute of their life. You sigh and move to close the door when Dally props his head out the doorway.

“She’s a great broad, Ponyboy!” Dally shouted as he yanked the door back open, earning a scowl from you. He shut the door and locked it, giving you grin. “In the best way possible, doll.”

Although you wanted to spend time with Dally after Ponyboy and Johnny interrupted your make-out session, he really ruined the vibe with his parting words for the two boys. You ignored Dally as he tried to pull you in his arms and moved to sit on his bed instead, crossing your legs and arms then looking away.

Dally rolled his eyes and snubbed out his cigarette before taking a seat beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing kisses to your neck and jaw.

“Come on, doll face.” He murmured as his hands wandered underneath your shirt. “You know I like you.”

You turn your head slightly and meet his eyes—the ones that only soften around the edges when he was with you. You bite your tongue when he trailed his hands across your stomach, “Do I?”

Dally propped his chin in your shoulder and pulled your legs apart, slotting himself in between and pushing you down onto his bed. “If you wanted to make-out, you could’ve asked without being so quiet about it.”

You pout jokingly before cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss, separating when his St. Christopher pendant pressed coldly against your neck. “Where’s the fun in that, Dal?”

“Man, what’re you gonna do about it? We’ll all be at the drive-in tonight.” Johnny kicked a rock as he walked beside Ponyboy, his tattered converse scuffing the cracked concrete as they returned to the Curtis house.

Ponyboy had been wanting to go to the drive-in for weeks after they announced they would do a double feature of Paul Newman movies. Tonight was the last night and Sodapop thought it was a good idea to drag everyone along—even Dally.

When Sodapop suggested the idea, nearly everyone was on board, but Ponyboy nearly felt his eyes pop out of his skull. If you and Dally were at the drive-in together, who knew what was going to happen. Although you were secretive about it, Dally would do anything to claim what was his.

“I’ll keep my damn mouth shut, that’s what.” Ponyboy stuffed his hands into his pockets as he kicked the fence gate open. “I’m sure they’ll be just fine with the rest of the gang. Besides, what could really go wrong?”

Apparently everything could.

When Sodapop said he was going to drag everyone to the drive-in, he truly meant everyone. He begged Darry far too many times that he eventually gave in and tagged along. Darry didn't want to go, but Sodapop wasn't going to stop until he got his way.

So Darry was also at the drive-in. Unfortunately for you and Dally—fortunately for Ponyboy—Darry sat in between the two of you, afraid that his younger sister might be tainted by the one and only person who could truly ruin her.

Too bad Darry didn’t know you were already Dally’s.

From where you sat, you watched Dally become restless beside Darry, making you bite the inside of your cheek. You knew he was itching to just talk to you even for a second, but Darry being there made it nearly impossible to even breathe near one another. Instead, you met his eyes and cocked your head to the side.

“I’m gonna grab a drink from the concession stand.” You announce loud enough for Dally to hear, but quiet enough to not disturb any of the other attendees.

Darry muttered something incoherent and handed you some change, watching you leave before switching his attention back to the projector. He looked over to his left and noticed that Dally had left too, raising his eye brows at the sight.

“Where’s Dally?” Darry asked out loud, earning shrugs from the rest of the boys—except for Ponyboy.

Ponyboy froze at the question and looked to his right, groaning when he saw Dally's empty seat. He should have known you two would try to sneak away together for even a moment. He mentally cursed both of you before excusing himself, leaving to find the two of you before Darry found you.

While back at the concession line, Dally was all over you. His arms were wrapped around your waist, head tucked into your neck and shoulder, murmuring words he wouldn’t dare say to anyone else.

If Darry saw you now, you’d both be dead in an instant.

“You missed me that much?” You murmur as he nods, continuing his kisses across your neck. “It’s only been thirty minutes—“

“Doll, I haven’t seen you all day.” He muttered and moved to wrap an arm around your shoulder instead, planting one last kiss to your jaw before complaining once more. “And your damn brother is making it real difficult for me to even talk to you.”

“If you hate it so much, then why’d you agree to come?” You roll your eyes before smiling brightly at the cashier, ordering your coke and a small bag of popcorn you knew Two-Bit would want after you returned.

Dally paid for your order before turning back to the conversation. He huffed and rubbed his jaw, voice low in annoyance. “'Cause I didn’t know Darrel was coming.”

You look up at him after grabbing your drink and popcorn, a teasing glint in your eyes. "You afraid of lil' ol' Darry?"

“Lil' Ol' Darry is a twenty year old man with pure muscle, and I'm datin' his little sister. You tell me.” He directed you toward the back of the seats, not wanting to go back to being separated just yet.

You took a sip from your coke and frowned at his words, looking down at your shoes for a second before Dally noticed your change in appearance.

“What?”

“You know we eventually have to tell Darry. Soda too.” You say quietly and stir the straw, the sounds of gunshots from the movie speakers ringing through the air.

Dally groaned and fiddled for a cigarette in his jean jacket, cupping his hand around the flame as wind blew through the night air. “You’re tryin’ to kill me, doll.”

You scoff and steal the lighter from his hand, “They’re still my family. I can’t just never tell them that we're going out Dal, that's not fair.”

He looked around for a second, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking back at you—shaking his head on how easily you could break his usually tough demeanor. “Alright, when do you wanna—”

"What are you two doing?" Ponyboy finally found the both of you, looking at you and Dally with so much annoyance you swore everyone at the drive-in could feel it.

"I was just getting a coke." You mutter and catch your brother's gaze.

"What's your excuse, Dally?" Ponyboy asked.

He sighed and put the unlit cigarette behind his ear, "Accompanying the missus."

Ponyboy's eye twitched and—for a second—Dally could see a vein pop on his forehead. "Are you both crazy? Darry immediately noticed that Dally was missing after you left—!"

"Sh!"

Dally rolled his eyes at the patrons before responding, thumbs looped in his jeans. "Listen, Ponyboy. I was just askin' your sister when we should tell Darrel and Sodapop—"

“Tell Darrel and Sodapop what?” Darry’s voice cut through Dally's explanation, causing you and Ponyboy to wince and face your older brother in fear.

Not only was Darry standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, but so was the rest of the gang—all of them expressing different emotions at the display. Sodapop wore an amused grin, Two-Bit stared with an open mouth while handing Steve a five dollar bill, and Johnny looked like he was about to run away from the scene.

Dally spun on his heel and put his arms on his hips before turning back around, head shaking in confusion and sudden frustration. “Where the hell did you come from?”

Darry narrowed his eyes at the boy, "I was going to look for my sister since it was taking an awfully long time to grab a singular drink, but then I saw Pony rushing over here like he was on fire or something."

“Darry—“ You try to stop the two boys from starting anything they didn't want to finish, only to be cut off by Darry and his disappointed glare.

“Don’t get me started on you." He shook his head and redirected his gaze back toward Dally, the heat returning to his blue-green eyes. "I want to hear from Dallas.”

Silence took over the group, everyone’s eyes darting between you and Dally to Darry. Ponyboy slowly ebbed his way over to Johnny, picking at his nails in nervousness. He should’ve known this was gonna happen when he left.

Finally, Two-Bit spoke up, trying to ease the tension but ultimately being ignored by the majority. “Oh, come off it, Darry. They ain’t causing trouble.”

Dally clicked his tongue and rolled his shoulders back, projecting enough confidence that surprised Johnny and Ponyboy. “Well, since you oughta know now, me and girl Curtis are going out.”

Sodapop’s grin widened when he saw you—his little sister—flush red, “Well, shit. I thought that was obvious when we came over. I think Darry just wanted a denial from y’all.”

You pursed your lips and watched Darry’s eyes narrow at the two of you, his fingers twitching for a split second before he moved. He took long strides over to Dally and gripped his arm, pulling him away from you and taking him to the other side of the drive-in. You bite your tongue, holding back any sounds of protest as you watched Dally and Darry speak.

“You didn’t think to tell us before Darry tries to kill your boyfriend?” Sodapop tilted his head and occasionally darted his eyes toward his older brother, watching him closely to ensure he didn’t blow his temper in a public space full of socs.

“I was gonna ease it in.” You sigh and drag your hand down your face in frustration, flicking a piece of dirt off your shirt. “You know how Darry gets when a boy looks at me, let alone Dally. Hell, he almost wanted to kill Steve when he took me to school the other day.”

“Not a fun memory, by the way.” Steve quipped from where he stood by Two-Bit, earning an eye roll from Ponyboy and a snort from Sodapop.

You raise a brow at them before waving a hand in the air, “If it makes you feel any better, Johnny and Ponyboy already knew.”

“What?” Two-Bit spun around and gawked at the two youngest of the gang. “And you didn’t wanna tell anyone? I could’ve won a bet with Steve!”

“Sh!”

“I promised to keep it a secret!” Ponyboy defended himself and crossed his arms, looking at you with slight annoyance. “It’s gross if you ask me.”

“Sh!”

“Mind your own business!” You and Steve whipped over to the old couple who kept shushing your group, watching them shake their heads and mutter something about ‘kids these days.’

Johnny scratched the bruise on his jaw, voice quiet after being told to shush too many times. “We found out on accident. Besides, there’s no good in arguing about it now.”

Before anyone else could add anything else to the matter, Dally and Darry came back. Neither of them expressing what they truly felt on the inside except. The only thing revealing their feelings were their eyes.

Darry looked like he could beat the living shit out of someone whilst Dally looked a little too proud for your liking.

Everyone held their breath but exhaled silently when Darry stole the keys back from Sodapop.

“Let’s go.” He beckoned his brothers away from the gang, looking back at you with the same disappointed look he gave you earlier. “Say goodbye. We’re leaving.”

You waited for them to disperse before looking up at Dally with crossed arms, “What did you two talk about? Darry looks like he was going to actually kill you.”

“Don’t worry about it, everything is fine, doll.” Dally ran rough fingers up and down your spine, watching your rigid figure soften. “Trust me.”

“Worst thing I could do is trust you right now.” You sigh and fiddle with your jacket’s zipper, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s not mad?”

“Fuckin’ fuming, doll.” He fished the lighter out from your back pocket and lit his cigarette, blowing the smoke toward his right. “But Darrel said as long as I treat you like the woman you are, he’s okay with it. He put stupid quotations around it too.”

“Which means he’s not okay with it.” You groan and smack his chest with the back of your hand, putting your hands on your hips. “I’m blaming you if I see you with a black eye and bruises in the next few days.”

“You’ll still like me and my charming smile.” He tucked the lighter back into your back pocket and pulled you closer.

“Unfortunately.” You tease before pushing him away when you heard Darry’s protests from the entrance of the drive-in. “I gotta go, Dal.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, doll.”

“Maybe don’t come around our house just yet.” You kiss his cheek and look over back at your brothers:

Darry spun his truck keys around his fingers while he bore a hard stare into your skull, Sodapop tried to distract him, and Ponyboy spoke to Johnny, his eyes constantly darting back to you and Dally.

You turn back to Dally, lips turned down into a small frown. “Darry might kill you.”

“Whatever, man.” Dally ignored Darry’s stare and placed his index and thumb on your chin, pulling you mere centimeters away once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Fine.” You give-in as he placed a rough kiss to your lips.

You hum into the kiss before pulling away with wide eyes when he tried to deepen it, head immediately whipping over to the entrance where Darry was already heading toward the two of you.

“Jesus, you have a death wish.” You say quickly with a pink face before you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

“Get in the truck.” Darry pulled you away and shot Dally a dirty glare. “I said say goodbye, not make out with him.”

You shrug his hand off your shoulder and tuck your hands under one another, eyes hardened in frustration for both your brother and boyfriend. “I wasn’t!”

Darry muttered something under his breath and opened the back door for you, slamming it when you got it. You dug your nails into the seats, anger flaring in your eyes—just like your oldest brother.

“You like him.” Sodapop teased from the front seat of the truck, earning a glare from both you and Darry. He tossed his hands in the air, “What did I do?”

“Man, you and Dally are gross.” Ponyboy murmured in your direction and earned a flick to the arm from you. “Ow!”

Before you could get him back, Darry’s voice boomed in the car, causing everyone in the car to freeze like a broken movie frame.

“Quit fightin’ or you’re both walking home.” He huffed as he started the truck, driving out of his parking spot and down the cracked road toward the East side of Tulsa. “Can’t believe a simple outing turned into a lecture for my kid siblings.”

“We didn’t even finish watching the movie—“

“Sodapop, I swear to God—“

“Hey! I’m not the one dating Dallas Winston!”

“Soda!” You hit his arm when he mentioned your relationship with Dally, making Ponyboy hit you in retaliation and defense. “Ow!”

Darry slammed on the brakes and stared at the three of you in frustration, everyone’s eyes wide at the sudden action. “I want you three to shut up until we get home. And before you say anything else, I don’t want anymore talk about Dallas Winston tonight, got it?”

The three of you stilled and stared at the carpet of the truck, murmurs of agreement in the air.

“Good.”

Unfortunately for Darry, before he could move again, Sodapop’s eyes darted toward the side mirror, catching a figure running up to the truck. With the familiar leather jacket and heavy, worn boots, he instantly knew who was approaching the truck.

“Isn’t that Dal?” He asked quietly, causing the everyone to turn back and stare at the figure.

Dally pulled the door open and stared at you for a second, your eyes wide in confusion. “What are you—?”

“Sorry, forgot something.” He dug his hand into your back pocket and took the lighter back from you, sneaking a kiss to your lips before leaving.

Ponyboy nearly gagged at the sight and Sodapop wanted to whistle, but refrained after seeing his older brother’s pissed expression. You stared at him with wide eyes as Dally backed away, shutting the truck door and winking at you.

His devil grin glinting from the moonlight, “I’ll see you tomorrow, doll face!”

“Dallas Winston!” Darry shouted.

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b0n3s-is-gay · 4 months ago

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In the mood for some good old darry x reader passionate sex, not smut, just the good and slow stuff.... if you want to do this request ofc😭

Passionate Awakenings

Synopsis: Why not spend a bit of time with your loving boyfriend? You're both awake, his brothers are still asleep, and he's off work today. Why not get a bit of love out of it?

Tags/cws: Cuddlefucking, passionate love, praise, sleepy sex, just Darry relaxing, female reader, unprotected sex.

Authors Note: Not my best work, but oh well. And smut is basically your request, smut can be slow (like in this one shot) or fast and rough (like in some of my other one shots).

Soft morning rays of golden light streamed in through the window, landing on sleepy skin. The sounds of birdsong streamed in through the window with cold morning air. Arms looped around tired bodies as eyes slowly opened.

"Morning baby...." Darry's tired voice cut through the air like a hot knife on butter. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, slowly waking up. "How'd you sleep...?"

Your eyes squeezed shut, refusing to accept that it was morning. "Shh... Let me sleep a little longer..." You groaned as your face moved to hide in the crook of his neck. "It's too early..."

Darry smiled softly, letting out a deep chuckle as his hands rubbed your back. "I know... We got time you know, got the day off and the boys ain't gonna be up for another hour..." He muttered softly as his fingers tangled in your hair.

"Oh? You going to wake me up this way...?" You yawned as you hiked your leg, resting it on his hip. Darry rested a hand on your thigh before rubbing himself against your core. "Maybe..."

"How romantic..." You smiled as you pulled your pants down for him. "Be gentle though... Last thing we'd want is to wake up everyone else..." Darry nodded as he freed his aching appendage.

"Have I got your consent, babe?" Darry asked softly as he got ready to enter you. When you sleepily nodded your head, Darry gently started pushing in. "You have a wet dream or somethin' before I even sprang this on you?"

You shrugged softly as you relaxed around his dick, just enjoying the quiet intimacy. "I don't know... Can't remember..." You whispered as Darry slowly started moving, his hands rubbing your sides and back.

"Well... That's fine..." He exhaled as his hands rested on your neck, slowly thrusting. "Did you know what you wanted for breakfast?"

You shook your head and hiked your leg up higher, letting Darry thrust deeper. "Alright... You gonna go grocery shopping with me later?" He asked as the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot. You nodded, knowing that you need some time out in the sun.

"Yeah... Fuck..." A gasp escaped your throat as he rubbed your clit, still softly thrusting into your tight heat. "Did we want to go to the dingo for lunch before we go shopping? Have a date on my dime?"

"Look who's being romantic now... But yeah... I'd like that..." He panted softly as he kissed your skin, covering all the available flesh with his soft lips. "But at least let me buy the appetizers..."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you moved your head to the crook of his neck, starting to be lulled back to sleep by the soft thrusts. "Alright, you can do that much Darry. Just don't go overboard, that's grocery money you'd be wasting..."

"Mm... Alright, alright..." Darry hummed, squeezing your hip as he slowed down and yawned. "Remind me to pick up some chicken... We'll probably do that for dinner..."

You nodded your head, squeezing his shaft just enough to make him start moving again. "Okay..." Darry, ever the gentleman, reached between your thighs as he wanted to make sure you got your fill first. That's how he's done it and will continue to do it.

"Come on baby... You cum first... Don't wanna leave you hanging..." Darry whispered as he kept circling your clit, trying to get you to cum first. He was gentle about it, gentle for your sake and just because he was tired.

"Darry... Darry..!" You moaned softly next to his ear as you clenched down. "'M cumming..." You warned before biting his shoulder, not hard enough to bruise but enough to silence your voice.

When you came around his dick, Darry's hips stuttered to a stop. He didn't pull out as you've both talked about it being alright once in a blue moon. "A-ah... Hell..." He panted as his body relaxed.

"Darry... That was nice... Needed that..." You whispered softly as your eyes closed, rubbing your cheek against his neck. Darry nodded his head and rubbed your back before drifting back to sleep, trusting his brothers to get up on time without him having to play dad.

"Jus' go back to sleep... 's still early, you got what you wanted..." Darry smiled as he pulled the blankets up over both your bodies, making a mental note to clean up later. You let out a soft snort and just fell back asleep, basking in the warmth and affection that followed your love making...

#b0n3s is gay #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #darry curtis #darry x reader #darrel curtis x reader #the outsiders darrel #the outsiders darry #darry curtis x reader smut

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shellkissed · 28 days ago

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Hi,

If its still possible to ask, could you please write a Darry x soc f!Reader? One where they're dating and she's like a mother for the group? You've probably done it before but honestly I can't get enough of Greaser x Soc, and reader caring for the group🥺

Author's Note: yes ofc I can! happy summer everyone!

Mother Hen

Darrel Curtis x fem!soc reader

You weren’t sure when it happened. When you happened.

You—a Soc girl—with your polished shoes and pearls and wide eyes that knew nothing of switchblades or busted knuckles. You hadn’t grown up knowing what it meant to survive on ten bucks and black coffee. You hadn’t fought for your place in the world, not like Darry had.

But somehow, you found your place anyway. Right in the center of the Curtis living room, wearing one of Darry’s shirts and brushing blood off of Johnny Cade’s eyebrow with the gentlest touch in the world.

"You’re gonna bruise," you murmured as you held the cool cloth to his skin, frowning at the purple swelling.

Johnny just gave you that tired, grateful smile of his. "Better me than Pony."

From the couch, Two-Bit chimed in, "Better none of y’all if I’d been there. I woulda knocked that Soc’s head into next week."

"Two-Bit," you said sweetly without looking at him, "you couldn't knock the cap off a soda bottle if your life depended on it." You joked, knowing full well he could knock over anyone in seconds.

The gang howled, and even Darry—leaning against the doorway in his work shirt, arms crossed—bit down a laugh.

You didn’t always used to be this way. At first, the boys didn’t trust you. Not really. You were soft-spoken, wore your skirts a little too neat, didn’t know how to fix a busted lip or re-bandage a scraped palm. But you learned.

And they learned too—that being soft didn’t mean being useless.

That caring didn’t mean weakness.

That when you made biscuits from scratch because Steve mentioned his mom used to, or stayed up reading to Ponyboy when he couldn’t sleep, it wasn’t some Soc performance. It was love.

And Darry? He watched it all like a man stuck in a dream he never thought he’d be allowed to have. A dream where someone took care of them for once. Where he didn’t have to hold the world up alone.

He came into the room and stood behind you, big hand on your shoulder as you tucked the blanket around Johnny.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said low, just for you.

“I wanted to.” You looked up at him. “You always take care of them. Someone’s gotta take care of you.”

His throat worked, jaw tightening. You saw it. That deep ache in him to believe it.

Later, when the boys were settled and snoring, Ponyboy curled up with his copy of Gone With the Wind tucked to his chest, you stood in the kitchen washing out the blood-stained cloths in the sink.

Darry came up behind you, arms snaking around your waist, head against your shoulder. He breathed you in.

“You’re too good for me,” he mumbled into your skin.

You turned, wet hands resting on his chest. “Not possible. I’m with you, remember?”

“I remember.” He kissed your forehead, soft like a secret. “Just don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You smiled against his chest. “Me neither.”

And outside, the streets of Tulsa buzzed with sirens and screeching tires—but inside that little house, the gang slept easy.

Because Darry Curtis had a girl who made the house feel like a home.

And the boys had a Soc angel with scraped knuckles and a soft voice who would fight the whole world to keep them safe.

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Author's Note: mulch mulch mulch

#the outsiders musical #x reader #brent comer #darry curtis #darrel curtis x reader

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daydreamerswriting · 5 months ago

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hiiii!!! do you think you could do something with the gang (separately) being protective of reader? its okay if you dont want to though!!! totally up to you 💕💕

The Gang Being Protective

The outsiders x fem!reader

an: I tried to give them all different plots so it wasn't repetitive. Thank you for the request and sorry this took SOOO long. (This request is so old and this took me WAY too long I'm sorry 😭) please leave more requests guys!

W: men being gross and creepy, swearing, not proof read

Darry Curtis

Darry Curtis normally isn't one for parties, but you convinced him to go to one with you. He was, unfortunately, not having the best time. But you were. You were drinking and dancing and having the time of your life. You pulled Darry around with you as you chatted with your friends, acquaintances, total strangers, anyone.

Some time into the party, the two of you got separated. You were getting another drink and talking to a old classmate from high-school. A guy approaches you, and you immediately get a bad feeling.

"Hey sweet thing." He slurs with a smirk.

You grip your drink tighter and it takes everything in you not to show your disgust on your face. "Hi."

"You look good enough to eat. Let's get outta here, yeah?" He steps way to close to you.

Ew. "No thank-"

"No, she doesn't." A familiar, stern voice cuts you off as a muscular arms is wrapped around your shoulders.

You glance up at him. He's glaring daggers at the man who talked to you.

The man scoffed. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Her boyfriend. Now why don't you back the hell up?" His voice is stern, deep, and angry.

The guy scoffs again, rolls his eyes, and walks away. "Whatever.."

Darry turns his attention to you. "Are you alright, y/n?" He asks tenderly.

You nod. "Thank you."

"Of course, darling, you don't have to thank me." He kisses your forehead.

Sodapop Curtis

"Can you hand me a wrench?" Soda asks you as he sticks his hand out from under the Curtis's truck. The poor old thing had broke from the hundredth time and he was in charge of fixing it.

You grab a wrench out off the tool box beside you and hand it to him. "Here."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The only reason you're here, sitting on the curb while Soda fixes up the car, is because you had come over to tell him something. You were a little nervous to tell him. You've heard stories from your friends about how their past boyfriends weren't cool with stuff like this.

"Hey, Soda?" You say while staring down at your hands.

"Yeah?" He calls back from under the car.

"I'm going with my friend tomorrow, so we have to cancel our date."

"Oh." He slides out from under the car and sits up, looking at you. "You can't go any other day?"

You shake your head. "He's only going to be in town a few days, and tomorrow is the only day he's free." You explain.

His eyebrows furrow and he looks untrusting. "He?"

You nod. "We were friends in elementary school, but then he moved away."

"Oh." He thinks this over for a minute. "It's not like a date, right?"

Youre taken aback. "What? No, of course not. We're just hanging out as friends, babe."

"Good." He nods and ponders this again for a moment. "Can I go?"

"Do you not trust me?" You ask, feeling slightly hurt.

He shakes his head. "No, of course I trust you. I don't trust this guy I've never meant. Plus, if he's your friend, I wanna meet him." He smiles. Soda did like knowing all the people in your life. He had wanted to meet your family and friends as soon as possible.

"I- I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long, and it might be weird with you there. He doesn't know you, you don't know him. I want you to meet him too, but I don't want to make it awkward with you there the whole time. Don't you think it's annoying when people drag their partners to every hang out."

"Yeah, okay. Hm.. how about I drop you off and meet him when I drop you off." He smiles, knowing that that's a good suggestion.

You smile too. "Sure. That sounds like a good plan, Soda."

Steve Randle

Shelves don't restock themselves, so Steve was stocking them while complaining to you. You ate some chips he bought you while he ranted.

"I got this job so I could work on cars, not restock shelves." He told you.

"Do you want me to help you?" You offer.

"No, no. Its my job. And I don't need us both losing our minds cause of how boring this is."

You laugh. "Okay."

He finishes stocking everything in the box he had, so he goes into the back to get another. He kisses you before going.

You crumple up your empty bag of chips and look for a trash can to throw it away in. The bell by the door rings, meaning someone entered the gas station. You find a trash can and toss the chip bag from a short distance, but somehow, you miss. So, you bend down to pick it up.

And then you hear a whistle. You think it's Steve trying to tease you for a moment, until you turn around and see some random guy. He was smirking at you too. What the hell?

"What the hell?" A familiar voice asks angrily. You turn your head and see Steve walking over to you while glaring at the guy. "Why're you whistling at my girl?"

"Hey, man. I didn't know that she'd been claimed." He raises his hands.

Claimed? You scoff.

"Claimed? " Steve says, "She's a human being, not a, fucking parking spot or something. Why don't you get the hell outta my store." He crosses his arms.

The guys shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and huffs. "Whatever." Then he turns and leaves.

"Fucking asshole." Steve shakes his head then looks down at you. "You okay?"

You smile. "Yes, thank you."

He uncrosses his arms and reaches for your hand, taking it in his. "You don't have to thank me, baby."

Two-Bit Matthews

It was a chilly afternoon, and you and Two-Bit were walking around town together. You were wearing his jacket and his arm was around you. You were talking about random stuff and laughing together. The two of you had just left a diner and were now walking to your house.

You always had a blast when you were with Two-Bit. He was funny and surprisingly sweet. He made you feel lighter and just being around him calmed you down. He was familiar.

The two of talk about school, friends, life, anything that pops into your minds. All is going great until you pass a guy who's leans against the side of a building, smoking a cigarette. He whistles at you. A somewhat small sound that was absolutely unnerving. It immediately made you uncomfortable. And of course Two-Bit heard it and noticed your change in energy.

"Has that ever worked for you?" Two-Bit asks the guy angrily as he wraps his arm tighter around you.

"Huh?" The creep looks you the both of you.

"I said, 'has that ever worked for you?' Because I'm guessin' it hasn't." Two-Bit had stopped walking and was looking back at the guy.

"I- fuck off, man." He turns to leave.

"Leave girls like mine alone, wacko!" Two-Bit calls as the guy walks away. Then he turns his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, baby." He says.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm fine." You say as you two begin to walk down the sidewalk again.

"But it's not okay. Guys shouldn't be whistling at or cat calling you, baby. Ticks me off." He lets go of your waist and holds your hand.

You squeeze his hand, appreciating his concern and protection. "Thanks for standing up for me."

He shrugs. "Don't mention it, I owed you, you got lunch."

Dallas Winston

Dallas loves to show you off. He loves getting to let people know that you're his. He loves watching other guys disappointed faces when you're all over him.

You were hesitant to wear such a short skirt to the party at Buck's, but Dallas was quick to reassure you.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. Good enough to eat, doll." He held you from behind as you gazed into your mirror. So it was settled. You wore the skirt.

Unfortunately, that meant you got stares.

One man in particular had been staring at you all night. At first, you thought you were imagining things, seeing him the corner of your eye, but you kept making eye contact with him. It was making you uncomfortable.

"That guy over there is staring at me." You whisper to Dallas, peeking over your shoulder at him.

Dallas tightens his arm around your waist. He looks in the direction you're looking. He makes eye contact with the man, causing the man to look away.

"I'll talk to him."

Only Dallas Winston doesn't "talk" to people who have pissed him off, and he's clearly pissed off. Now, you'd be happy to see this guy get slugged, but you really didn't want Dallas getting into a fight. So, you grab his hand when he starts to walk away.

"Dallas–"

"I'm just gonna talk to him, I promise." He squeezes your hand then pulls his away. He walks over the man and you lag slowly behind him, really hoping this doesn't end in violence.

Dallas approaches him. "Hey man, my girl doesn't like being stared at by creeps like you. I think should you cut it out."

The man scoffs. "Maybe she shouldn't dress like a that then. I can look if I'd like."

"She can dress how ever the hell she pleases, doesn't give you any right to watch her like a fucking creep."

Oh boy was he getting mad. You walk up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. "Dal, it's not worth it, c'mon."

The man smirks at you. "Well, hello sweet cheeks."

Ew. "Excuse me?" You say at the same time Dallas's fist lands on his face.

Johnny Cade

Johnny trusts you mote than anyone he knows, so why was he so worried? Sure, you'd hung out with a friend for yours that happened to be a guy and didn't tell him, but that guy's just your friend, right? Well, he better be. Johnny knows that he should talk to you about it, but he's not sure how to bring it up. Luckily, you do one day while walking through the park with him.

"Last weekend I went to see this movie, Viva Las Vegas, that new one with Elvis in it, with my friend Aaron. It was just okay." You say.

He hesitates then asks, "Who's Aaron?"

"My friend." You say simply.

A faint smile appears on his face from your answer. "Well, yeah, but who is he? Why're you going to the movies with him?" He feels awkward asking.

You can tell what he's thinking about, and you feel a bit guilty for making him worry. "Oh, it's nothing bad, I swear. Me, him, and this girl, Margaret– we were all three going to go together, but Margaret never showed. We learned on Monday that she'd been sick."

"Oh," he nods. "I mean, I don't really mind that you're hanging out with a guy alone. If it was Soda or Steve or Ponyboy, ya know, I wouldn't care. It's just cause I don't know him, that's all."

"Yeah." You pause then smile. "You were jealous." You tease as you take hold of his arm.

"I'm wasn't–" He pauses and looks at you. He sighs, "I was worried about you. I trust you, but I can't trust people I've never met."

You think quietly for a moment, then make a suggestion. "How about, next time we make plans, I'll ask if you can come, so you can meet him."

He smiles and nods. "Okay, that sounds perfect, sweetheart, thank you." He slips his arm out from your grasp and instead puts in around your shoulders. He pulls you in, towards him, and places a kiss on your forehead.

An: idk why this took so long. Please leave me more requests! The more specific, the more fun!

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kahkie · 29 days ago

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Heyy!!

I was wondering if you could maybe do a Darry x reader fic (of you do Darry fics) where they're just in bed after a long day. (Sfw preferably, but I wouldn't mind a little bit of smoochy woochy stuff)

Or, if that idea isn't your cuppa' tea, how about a fic where they're baking a blueberry pie (or just baking in general)

Tysmmm if you do my request!

~percival (hesmyciggarette)

Thank you so much for your request!

“Where the day ends”

It had been a long, exhausting day. Both you and Darry had to work, him roofing houses and you dealing with jerk customers at the Diner. (Dallas may or may have not been one of them.)

You had gotten off maybe an hour before Darry and all you could do was lay your head against the dinner table, halfway asleep. The boys had already eaten and checked up on you, you telling them you were fine and had no reason to worry.

Ponyboy had gone back to his room to finish some homework while Sodapop was out with Steve, Sandy, and Evie…probably at a drag race.

“Honey, ‘m home.” A deep, gravelly voice rung out behind you. You’re head flung upwards, startled by the sudden voice, you must have been so tired you couldn’t hear him walk in.

He chuckled softly looking at your tired expression. “Tired?” He questioned and you hummed rubbing your eyes with a tired smile. “Well don’t fall asleep on the table..” He said putting his hands on your upper arm to help you up.

You groaned and leaned into his chest making him laugh quietly which made your tired smile grow bigger.

He smelled like tar and sweat and wind, but all of it somehow still smelled like home. You buried your face deeper into his shirt, letting your arms slip around his middle. His calloused hands rubbed slow circles on your back.

“You eat yet?” he asked, voice still low like the night wasn’t ready to be disturbed. You shook your head against his chest. He sighed, half-scolding, half-sweet. “You can’t run on fumes, baby.”

“I’ll eat in a minute…” you murmured, letting your eyes slip closed for just a second. “Just needed you first.”

Darry chuckled again, softer this time, almost sheepish like he didn’t know what to do with words like that. He tilted your chin up gently with two fingers, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re beat.”

“So are you,” you pointed out, your voice thick with drowsiness. “Yeah, well, difference is I got someone to come home to.”

That made your lips twitch into a smile, even if it didn’t fully form. You leaned up and kissed his jaw, just a brush, just enough to say I love you without saying a thing.

“C’mon,” he said after a beat, hands sliding down to your waist. “Let’s get you off that damn chair before you pass out right here.”

He lifted you, not completely off the ground, but enough that your feet dragged a little. You squeaked, arms flying around his neck as he laughed.

“Darry!” you hissed, clinging to him.

He grinned, turning toward the couch. “You can crash here while I heat something up for you. That sound alright?”

“Sounds like heaven,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his shoulder again.

He eased you onto the cushions like you were glass and pulled the old quilt off the back of the couch, draping it over you. You watched him shuffle into the kitchen, still dirty from work, still moving like his back was screaming.

You loved him more in moments like this than you could ever explain.

And somewhere between the sound of the stove lighting and the warmth of the blanket, you let your eyes close, knowing you’d be fed, kissed, and tucked in before long.

Because Darry always took care of what was his.

And tonight, that was you.

— Sorry if this wasn’t exactly as requested !! —

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mayfieldss · 3 months ago

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Greaser boys reactions to you wearing their clothes

Darry Curtis:

He doesn’t want to admit how much it affects him when he sees you wearing his things. But he can’t deny that it does definitely make him feel something. Stronger maybe.

When Darry strolls into the kitchen late in the evening he isn’t expecting you to be in there at all, let alone to see you cooking in his shirt. His girl, his wonderful girl wearing one of his button ups, and smiling as he enters the room. It’s a little big on you, and one sleeve drops off your shoulder as you move toward him, lifting your arms ready for a hug.

“Hey doll,” he mumbles against your lips when you kiss him. The perfect antidote for his terrible day at work. “S’that my shirt?” He tugs at the fabric near the hem, fingers running over the old stitching.

“Mhm, is that problem?” You’re looking at him with genuine concern, as if you would take it off in an instant if he asked. But no, he definitely wants his shirt to stay on you.

“No, no problem doll. Just wondering.” He steps back, taking you in. “You look good.”

“Thank you.” You wink at him, a smile growing as Darrel steps back up toward you. He looks over your shoulder at the meal you’re making, and he’s glad there’s someone looking out for him.

“What’re you cooking?”

You glance back at the stove, shrugging his shirt back onto your shoulders. “Just you wait and see.”

Sodapop Curtis:

He’s so happy to see you when you show up at the DX on his lunch break that he practically runs out the door to meet you.

“Hey honey, what’re you doing here?” He damn near slams into you as he comes to a stop.

“I came to see you.” You say it likes it’s obvious because honestly, it kind of is. You don’t have a car, so you don’t need gas for it. Why else would you be at the station?

A smile grows on Soda’s face as he hears this news “Oh.” He leans down to kiss you, soft and sweet, “I’m glad you’re here.” He says when he pulls away.

Before you can respond, a car honks its horn at you, the driver signaling at you to get the hell out of the way so he can get his gas. “We better move.” Soda mumbles, tugging you along and over to the front wall of the DX. He leans against it, handsome as ever, happy to be with his girl.

Unfortunately the sun is a lot brighter on this side of the station. You’re squinting up at him, and without thinking, you pull his DX uniform cap off his head and put it onto your own. Instantly, you can see him better, his hair messy from the hat on it moments before. But his expression now, makes you chuckle.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, unable to stop yourself. The middle Curtis brother laughs, reaching up and adjusting the cap on your head.

“You look cute, is all. Wearing my stuff.” He tucks your hair near the front of your face underneath the cap so he can see you better, and you can’t stop a grin from forming at his gentle touch.

“Does it suit me?” You tilt your head to show off the DX label on the top of the cap, “you reckon they would hire me?”

Soda’s eyes crinkle at the edges, his smile shining off his face. “I’d sure as hell give you the job.” He mumbles, pulling you closer to him. He’s missed you since he started taking on more shifts to help Darry.

“Great,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “When do I start?”

“Right now.” Soda tilts his head so he can reach your lips underneath the cap, kissing you again, this time without interruption. He leans back further against the wall, pulling you with him and lifting you up. It always feels like a movie, the way he kisses you. It feels like true love bottled up and poured out with his touches.

It almost pains him to pull away from you and check his watch. “You wanna come inside? My breaks almost up.” He’s caught his bottom lip between his teeth, unable to get over just how good you look in a piece of his uniform.

You would follow him anywhere, and you let him lead you through the doors of the DX, waving at Steve on your way in.

“Well look who it is!” Steve says when he sees you, knowing just how bad Soda’s withdrawals from you have been since he started working more.

“Hey Steve,” you smile at him, heading over to the counter to give him a hug. “You been keeping my boy company?”

Soda’s stomach flips as you call him ‘your boy’. Being yours means a lot to him.

“I’ve been trying to keep him entertained” Steve responds, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “Nice cap by the way.”

You tilt it toward him. “Thank you.” Before you look over Steve’s shoulder at the clock on the wall. “I should leave you boys to it, huh?”

Soda doesn’t want you to, and it must be clear on his face because you move away from Steve and grab his face in your hands. “I’ll see you tonight.” You don’t know how you’ll make it to his place by the time his shift ends, but you’ll find a way.

“Yeah?” He relishes in the way your hands feel on his face, the skin on skin contact he’s been craving for days.

You nod, and push him behind the counter. “Yeah, now get back to work you slacker.”

He laughs, and so does Steve.

“Okay, yes ma’am.”

Before you go, you pull his hat off your head and place it back onto his. “You’ll need that.” You say, smiling wide to match Soda’s own expression.

He reaches over the counter and brushes your hair back into place. It’s a sweet gesture, him fixing your hair. It’s intimate, and you miss him already despite not having left yet.

The bell rings on the door behind you, signalling a customers entry. “That’s my cue, keep up the hard work boys.” You take yourself to the door, and wave them both goodbye.

As you leave, Soda’s eyes trail after you remembering your sweet eyes underneath the brim of the cap he currently wears. It smells faintly of your shampoo, and he pulls it down tighter onto his head. He never wants to take it off.

Dally Winston:

Dallas Winston loves when you wear his clothes. He’s been very open about it in the past, and he isn’t shy about parading you around when you wear his things. Today though, he’s just a smitten boy, with endless teasing and flirting up his sleeve.

As of right now, Dally is leaning against someone’s car—something expensive looking that he probably shouldn’t be touching—with you in front of him, just glad to be there.

He is just about to ask you what you want to do when he sees a light shiver run over you, and despite the cold and dark exterior he’s curated, Dally instantly shrugs off his jacket. “You cold, hun?”

“I’m fine Dally. Don’t worry about me.” You try and brush it off but He’s already putting the jacket around your shoulders, layering you up against the chill in the breeze.

“Damn right you’re fine, that’s why I can never stop staring at ya.”

You laugh at his shamelessness, and put your arms into the sleeves of his jacket. It’s old and worn but it smells like him. Of smoke and earth. Like the scent you notice when rain hits the pavement.

“Well, look at you.” Dally is eyeing you up in his jacket, eyes scanning over every detail as if he’s memorising you for something later. “Looking good, baby.”

He’s got that shit-eating grin on his face, the kind that suggests he’s thinking about a lot of things he shouldn’t be. He puts his fingers through the belt loops of your jeans and pulls you closer, tucking his face into your neck and tickling you there with little bites and kisses.

“Aren’t we supposed to be doing something right now?” You struggle to get the words out when he’s distracting you like this, and he chuckles against your skin, sending vibrations through you.

“I am doing something.” He pulls back from your neck with one final kiss in the space under your earlobe. “You can join in if you want.”

His eyes move over you again, and his voice lowers “don’t know why I’ve never put this on you before.” He mumbles, adjusting the collar of his jacket on you. “You’re looking like my lady a little extra right now.”

You don’t really know what he means by it, but the way he says it makes your heart pound nonetheless. “I guess I’ve just never been all that cold before.” You shrug and the leather shifts on your shoulders.

Dally leans further back onto the car that isn’t his, practically sitting on the hood of the thing. He guides you to stand between his legs, and you stand over him, running your hands through his hair. He tries not to close his eyes at the touch, if only to keep looking at you in his clothes, but he’s not use to the kind of soft affection you give him. He’s not sure he ever will be.

“It’s comfy,” you say, looking down at the jacket you wear.

“Keep it.” He says it suddenly, and even though he loves the jacket, and it might be his favourite one, he likes it better on you.

“I can’t keep it Dally.” You protest, your hands placed firm on his shoulders. You squeeze gently, releasing some of the tension he holds there, and he slide his arms around your middle in appreciation.

“Yeah you can. I don’t care. Do what you want.”

“I’m not taking your jacket from you Dal, but I’ll wear it whenever you want if that makes you feel good.” You compromise, a cheeky grin sliding its way onto his lips as you do.

“That makes me feel real good sweetheart.”

A group of Soc’s walks past then, and Dally can’t help but show you off a bit, turning a little so if they look they can see what you’re wearing. It’s so clearly his by the way it fits on your frame and he wants them to know that.

They might have cash and fancy cars. Their houses might hold chandeliers and mahogany furniture, but Dally is richer than all of them combined with you by his side.

He moves his gaze away from the Soc’s that pass, turning back to you. He stands, sliding his hands around to your lower back underneath the jacket.

“Let’s go somewhere nice, huh?”

The way you’re looking at him, like he’s worthy of all the positive attention in the world makes his chest feel warm. “Anywhere is nice with you.” You say, and he’s surprised by just how badly he needed to hear that.

“Okay then, that gives us a lot of options.” The joke is light, as he starts walking with you toward nowhere in particular.

You lean into him, and he has to adjust the way he strides to accommodate for it, but he doesn’t mind one bit.

“I like wearing your clothes Dallas.” You say out of the blue, his full name taking him off guard. It sounds good when you say it though, not like the scolding way the cops call it out.

“You do huh? That’s good.”

“I like feeling like I’m yours.” You spill, deciding that if the world were to end tomorrow, you’d want him to know the little things like this.

Lucky for you, he wants to know those little things too. Dallas Winston is stone cold, tougher than most, but right now, walking through the streets that have never felt like home before—he’s in love.

OUTSIDERS TAGLIST: empty :(

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listofwhyyouloveher · 1 year ago

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how do u think the greasers would react if their gf kissed them with flavored lipgloss on?

Summary: The Outsider react to you kissing them with flavoured lipgloss

Warnings: none Author's Note: guess how many lipglosses I have (i have 80!!)

PONYBOY CURTIS

He’s a shy guy and he wont kiss you that often, because pda makes him embarrassed

So when you kiss him out of the blue AND you’re wearing a lipgloss that tastes so good he’s literally blushing out of his mind.

He def will ask you if its edible because he doesn’t want it near his mouth it if it isnt

When you say yes, he’s pressing small kisses to your lips because he wants to

JOHNNY CADE

Is not much of a PDA person but will do it occasionally, this was one of those times.

He kissed you and immediately noticed your flavoured lipgloss.

He just smiled at you because he didn’t know what to say

Now you know to wear that lip gloss more often.

SODAPOP CURTIS

He’s a flirt, he’s obviously kissing you, often when you least expect it, just to get a reaction out of you.

After he kissed you he wiped your lipgloss from his lips while teasing you but then he tasted it a little

He’s laughing and telling you to wear it more often

Def leads to a little make-out session where at the end your lipgloss is totally smeared and everywhere.

STEVE RANDLE

Finds it really funny to ruin your lipgloss, whether it be from smearing it with his thumb, bumping you while your reapply or kissing you over and over

When he kisses you out of the blue, he’s so shocked that you had flavoured lipgloss.

He asked you who you were wearing it for and you rolled your eyes and said him

He’s ruining your lipgloss all the way after that

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

He actually got a couple of lipglosses for you and asked you to wear them

Little did he know they’re actually flavoured.

You picked his favorite flavour and kissed him and hes floored

He asked where you got them from and you remind him that he did. He’s so happy with himself

DARRY CURTIS

Tries his best not to kiss you a lot because he has to put up a stoic front and cant be caught lacking

So when he finally does kiss you, albeit a short peck, and his favorite flavour is on your lips he’s actually got a small blush dusting his cheeks.

The whole day he’s just staring at your lips and stealing kisses from you

So much so that you think he has more lipgloss on his lips that you do by the end of the day

DALLAS WINSTON

He’s ok with PDA, its something he does when hes bored.

He presses a quick kiss to your lips and suddenly its an intense make out because he’s tasting his favorite flavour

Is definitely grossing out everyone who sees him because he’s literally obsessed with it.

Tells you to wear that more often

#shroomsroom #clara'sroom #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #steve randle x reader #darrel curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #pony curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #two bit mathews x reader #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader

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callme-holly · 3 days ago

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drabble of dally and reader trying a new position?

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞?

in which dallas is eager to try a new position, and reader is more than happy to comply.

WARNINGS: pure smut. minors DNI ||۶ৎ ik the pic is of matt but im feral for it so deal x

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

It started with a kiss—lingering, heated and fuelled with a want so clear it made your thighs twitch and your breath hitch.

Dallas's hands trailed beneath the hem of your shirt, smoothing over your skin, tender in a way that was lust-filled.

“You trust me?” He grumbled, breath hot against the back of your neck. His lips brush faintly over the back of your neck.

You nod sharply, not thinking twice, not considering. “You know I do…”

And that's how you ended up as you were now: face pressed down against the scratchy sheets of his bed, ass up, thighs spread just enough to expose you.

A shiver runs through you, and while you can't see him, every little sound sends shock waves through your nerves, and you shift when his belt clinks against the floor.

“Look at you…” He growls, stepping forward and grabbing your hips possessively. “Never seen you spread like this, doll.” His fingers dig into your flesh, enough to draw a whine from you.

You move your head just enough to peek at him, cheek warm against the mattress, lashes fluttering as he drags the head of his cock through your folds. Teasing, just enough pressure to make you clench around nothing.

“You want it that bad, huh? Already drippin’ on my sheets, and I ain’t even done anythin’ yet.”

Dallas pushes in slow—surprisingly so—and the stretch hits different this time. Deeper. Thicker. Like he’s filling something more than just your body.

It draws a sharp gasp from you, fingers gripping at the sheets as he sinks in inch by inch, until finally he’s flush against you.

“That's it,” he grunts, leaning forward slightly. “Takin’ me so fuckin’ good…”

His hand wraps around your throat—not enough to cut off your oxygen—but enough to make you feel dizzy, mewls spilling from your lips as he drives into you at such a pace that has your eyes rolling back. His other spreads across your lower back, anchoring you, keeping you just how he wants you.

“You gonna come like this, huh?” He whispers, that grin tell-tale in his tone, so smug you’d fight back. But all you can manage is small moans and pleas as he rocks his hips. “Gonna come all folded up and helpless, darlin’?”

You whimper something that might be his name—maybe a curse—he isn't sure, but when his hand slips down to rub slow circles against your clit, you unravel against him. Your hips move in tandem with his own, pushing back desperately to seek just enough pleasure that will tip you over the edge.

A loud cry slips free, reverberating off the walls and filling the din of the room, cutting through the sound of skin on skin and the creaking of the old bedframe. It’s loud and unapologetic, coaxing a low, guttural moan from Dallas as he chases his own high.

You can tell he’s close; it’s in the way his grip on you tightens, his hips stuttering as he twitches inside of you. His movements grow sloppy and rough, like he’s barely holding on.

“Please,” you whine, the word coming out as more of a babble than anything coherent. “Feels so good, Dal. Gonna come. Please let me come.”

Dallas lets out a rough chuckle, a low rumble deep in his chest as the hand wrapped around your throat tightens, your vision blurring just enough to make you whimper. “Bet your heads are all fuzzy, huh, baby?” He growls. “You gonna come like this? With my fucking hand round your neck while I fuck you dumb.”

You nod eagerly, hiding your face once more, afraid of letting him see the heat that has risen to your cheeks, tears brimming in your pretty eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Aw, you gonna cry sweetheart,” he taunts, and you shake your head, though the sniffling is a tell-tale sign. “You wanna come that bad?”

“Please…”

He hums, low. “Alright, doll. Go on.”

It’s not sweet, not soft—but it’s permission. And that’s all you need.

Your whole body jerks under his hand, and he tuts as you clench around him, finally tipping him over with you.

Praise melts through you, his voice low and wrecked as he bites down on your neck, finally spilling inside of you with a grunt. “Fuck, baby… We’re tryin’ that again.”

And all you can manage is a weak, pitiful whine in response, but it’s enough for Dallas to understand.

Yeah—you’re definitely going to be trying this again.

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saturns-peachy-honeymoon · 5 days ago

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just being neighborly

summary: darry helps his new neighbor move in.

content: darry x neighbor!/honey!reader, the curtis brothers, light profanity

word count: 1734 words

a/n: this series takes place about a year after the book, so the characters are a little older (Darry 21, Soda 17, Pony 14 going on 15, so on…)

Darry shook his head as he approached the woman, who he could only assume was his new neighbor, as she attempted to carry a box that was nearly half her height.

“You need help, ma’am?” He called out, not wanting to catch you off guard.

You laughed, face concealed by the large cardboard box in your arms, “Ma’am? Wow, I guess I really oughta wear more makeup.” You readjusted the box in your hands before continuing, “I really appreciate the offer, but I’m fin-”

As the words left your lips, you began leaning dangerously forward. Darry, not feeling like prolonging the inevitable, lifted the box from your hands, “Yeah, it sure looks like you’re-” his remark got cut off when his eyes landed on you.

You were bright-eyed with a soft smile and had gentle wisps of hair falling into your face. And despite appearing to be near his age, your face had a kindness to it that hadn’t yet been tainted by the world.

“Fine,” He finished his thought after a moment, desperately trying to pull himself together. What in God’s name was a girl like you doing on the East side of Tulsa?

“I just don’t wanna put you out.” You smiled micheviously before teasingly tacking on a “sir” to the end of your sentence.

Darry feigned a wince, “Ouch.”

You teased good-naturedly, picking up a smaller box before leading him into your home, “Makes ya feel old, don’t it?”

You have no idea, he thought to himself.

Your baby blue Plymouth Barracuda was filled to the brim with cardboard boxes. Darry spent nearly five full minutes trying to convince you that he didn’t mind helping before you finally relented. A short while later, you and Darry (mostly Darry) had hauled every item into your home, having polite conversation as you worked.

“I seriously don’t know how I can thank you enough, Darry.” You fiddled with the straps of your paint-stained overalls nervously. You had been warned about the kind of guys that lived on this side of town, but Darry was nothing like what everyone had been telling you to avoid.

He smiled down at you, “Just bein’ neighborly. You ever need anything, you know where to find me.”

“Right back at ya.”

And that was that. Darry walked back to his home armed with the assumption that he’d probably see you here and there until you eventually realized you were too good for this town or married some soc. With looks and personality like yours, he knew it was only a matter of time until someone swept you off your feet and waltzed you out of his life forever.

That’s what so damn surprising.

There you were sitting at his kitchen table, the tray of brownies you had brought as a thank you for his help sitting on his stove top for dessert. Sodapop was chatting your ear off about everything there was to do for fun in this two-stoplight town (not that there was much). Meanwhile, despite your presence, Ponyboy was nose deep in a book.

“Ponyboy, put the book down, will ya? We got company.”

Pony mumbled an apology as he put down his worn copy of Macbeth.

You smiled softly at him, “School or pleasure?”

He cocked an eyebrow curiously, “Pleasure?”

“Smart boy. I loved that play when I was your age. I actually still do. How far in are ya?”

“Act 2, Scene 2.”

“No wonder you didn’t wanna put it down!” You mused, “You’ll have to tell me what you think when you finish it.”

Pony was practically beaming, “I will.” He nervously tapped a fork at his chicken before asking, “Lady Macbeth is just… a lot ain’t she?”

You giggled, “That’s certainly one way to put it. She ain’t Juliet Capulet, ya know? But honestly, I find her fascinating. Her ambition, even though it can make her fairly ruthless, is remarkable. Women at that time, even more so than now, were completely defined by the status of their husbands. So seeing her using her femininity and wit to manipulate her husband was really her only way to advance, at this point in her life.”

Soda smirked at Darry, eyebrows raised as if to say, “Would you look at that?” As you and Ponyboy continued to excitedly analyze the complexities of Lady Macbeth. Darry’d be lying if he said it didn’t bring a smile to his face to see someone be able to join Pony in his dreamy little world.

The dinner continued on in a similar fashion. Pony and you gushing about books, Soda chatting your ear off, and Darry just kind of listening.

“So what brought you to Tulsa?” Darry asked, finally voicing the question that had been on his mind since he met you.

“Needed a new start,” you answered easily.

“Ya running from the law or something?” Sodapop teased, grabbing a second serving of the double fudge brownies you had brought over.

You giggled, “No, no. Nothing like that. My great aunt left me her house when she passed a couple of months ago, and I don’t know, I just saw the opportunity to start fresh. I got a job at the daycare center, and I guess that’s all I really needed to take the plunge.”

“Daycare center, huh?” That would’ve been Darry’s worst nightmare. He had enough responsibility with Ponyboy and Soda; he couldn’t imagine being in charge of 20+ toddlers for hours on end.

“Yeah, I love those little stinkers. And since I’m too young to have any of my own, I figured, why not? Besides, it’ll look great on my applications once I start applying for teaching jobs,”

“You’re gonna be a teacher?” Pony asked curiously.

“Hopefully. Just have to get this degree first,”

“How old are you?”

“Ponyboy, you know better than to ask a woman that,” Darry snapped.

Electing to ignore Darry’s warning, you answered jokingly, “Twenty. But I’ll be twenty-one in a couple of months. I’m practically decrepit.”

Soda laughed, “Then Darry must have one foot in the grave!”

“Careful, Little Buddy, that means this old man still has one foot to kick that smart mouth into next week,” Darry threatened despite the smile spreading across his face.

“You’d have to catch him first, grandpa,” Ponyboy chimed in cheekily.

“So, I gotta ask,” Sodapop started, his attention turning back to you. “How would your boyfriend feel about you having dinner with two greasers and a geriatric?”

Sodapop was a lot of things: charming, caring, confident, but he sure as hell wasn’t subtle. He was smirking like a madman and had the audacity to nod at Darry, like he had just made checkmate. Ponyboy, no doubt equally amused by the situation, kept darting his gaze between you and Darry. Darry’s fingers practically twitched with the urge to slam their heads together.

Either you hadn’t caught on to Soda’s intentions or were just polite enough to feign ignorance, cause you responded with even (if not slightly embarrassed), “I don’t have one. But I’d like to think if I did, he wouldn’t mind too much.”

Sodapop smiled like the Cheshire Cat, “You lookin’ for one?” The second she steps out that threshold, he’s dead meat, Darry thought to himself.

“Can’t say I am.” Darry tried to ignore the way his chest deflated a little at your words, listening as you continued, “But I wouldn’t say no if Prince Charming walked in and tried to sweep me off my feet.”

“Ya know, Darry was mighty charming back in his day,” Soda responded smoothly. Dead, he’s dead and buried.

“Is that so?” Yeah, you definitely knew what Soda was trying to do.

“Cross my heart.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” you smiled, somehow both genuine and teasing.

Pony, either in an act of mercy for Darry or preservation for Sodapop, spoke up, “Soda, don’t you have the night shift?”

“Shit!” The middle boy rushed out of the kitchen, before backpeddling to say goodbye, “It was real nice meeting ya. Don’t be a stranger!”

“Darry, can I?” Pony asked, picking up his book again.

“Yeah, go ahead,” he sighed.

Ponyboy quickly said goodbye before going to stretch on the couch with his book. With the boys gone and your plates clear, you rose from your seat and began collecting the dishes.

“I hope you don’t think I’m gonna let you do the dishes,” Darry started, reaching out to take them from your hands.

“You cooked, it’s the polite thing to do.”

“You’re our guest.”

“As your guest, I insist.”

“How bout this, I wash, you dry? Final offer.” He could tell you weren’t going to budge, but there was no way in hell he was gonna watch you do the dishes in his house.

“Sold!”

The two of you stood in front of the sink, with just the sound of the water running, his large calloused fingers occasionally brushing yours as he’d pass you each dish. He was quieter than his younger brothers, not quite in the same shy and thoughtful way as Ponyboy, but almost stoically, like his voice would somehow break whatever peace had been building.

Growing tired of exchanging glances and slight brushes of hands, you spoke up, “You got a real nice family here. The boys are just…” You fumbled for a word to describe just how endearing you found the brothers.

“They’re somethin’, that’s for sure,” Darry offered. “Thanks for, um, indulging them. I know they can be a lot. We can be a lot.”

“Well, I think y’all are wonderful. Pony’s smart as a whip, I can already tell Soda’s the life of the party, and you are so very kind, Darry.”

Kind. You thought he was kind. Darry couldn’t remember a time in his life when the first thing that came to mind when describing him was kind. Strong, athletic, smart, logical, and cold, sure. But kind? That was a first.

“I am so very lucky to have moved in across the way from you boys,” You said, placing your hand over his and squeezing it slightly before releasing him. You set the final dish in the cupboard before turning back to him, “Well, I oughta get going, I have a long day of painting tomorrow.”

“You need any help?” Darry offered before he could even stop himself.

“I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that for me.”

He shrugged, “Just being neighborly.”

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#darry curtis #darry curtis x reader #darrel curtis x reader #darry curtis headcannons #darry curtis imagine #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #curtis gang #the curtis brothers #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis

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lqveharrington · 12 days ago

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Mom & Dad | D.C.

summary: you and darry have been together for as long as soda and pony remember that to them—and the gang—you’ve been married the entire time. in fact, they all see you and darry as the parents.

pairing: darrel “darry” curtis x fem!reader

includes: cursing, fluff, angst if you squint, dally is a menace, two-bit is obsessed with mickey mouse (obvi), the usual in an outsiders fanfic

a/n: i love darry curtis, he’s my favorite 🫠

You woke up to the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, tired eyes squinting at the sudden brightness evading your vision. The bedroom was completely still—except for the slow spins of the fan above—and yet you knew the second you stepped out, chaos would fill the house.

Darry stirred beside you, his arm tightening around your waist and head tucking into your neck. “You awake?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly at his morning voice. “Mhm, though it seems like you’re barely awake.”

He simply hummed in response and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing tired kisses to your neck and jaw. You scratch his scalp and let the calm from the morning wash over the both of you before you had to get up and run the household like you were running a tight ship.

“You ready to get up yet?” You ask softly, pausing your movements when you don’t get a response. “Darry?”

“Yeah,” He groaned and sat up, leaning back on his elbows. “I’m up.”

You giggle and wipe away the tiredness from his eyes, earning a quick kiss to the lips before he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched properly. You follow suit and sit beside him, tilting your head to meet his blue-green eyes.

“You tired already, old man?”

Darry playfully glared at you, “You’re the one who wanted to stay up all night.”

“And you agreed.” You point out and move to stand, laughing when he pulled you to stand in between his legs, his chin resting on your abdomen. You rest a manicured hand on his jaw, thumb gently rubbing his incoming stubble. “We’re only twenty, Dar. We’re still young.”

“I know.” He murmured and pressed a kiss on your palm. “You remind me every day.”

You smile softly and watch him as he stands, resting a warm hand on your waist. He kisses your forehead before pulling out his work clothes for the day, making you spring right into action.

The routine you and Darry had started ever since you practically moved in with the Curtises. While he got ready for work in the morning, you made it your job to get the boys up and ready for their own day—occasionally the rest of the gang when they stayed over. Last night, Johnny stayed over.

You knocked on the boys’ bedroom door before opening it quietly, your heart tugging at the sight of Ponyboy wrapped in Sodapop’s arms. You sat on the end of their bed and gently shake Sodapop awake first, watching his face contort in discomfort.

“You gotta get up now, Pepsi-Cola. I don’t want you late for work again.” You say quietly as he finally sits up, exhaustion covering his face. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands and slowly making his way to the bathroom to shower, work clothes in hand.

You sigh and look back at Ponyboy who was still under the covers. “Hey, Pony. It’s time to get up for school.”

“Five more minutes, mom.” He groaned and tugged the blanket over his head, not realizing what he had said.

For a second, you sat frozen at his words. There were several instances where the boys would call you mom, but they were all fairly conscious and said it as a joke. But as Ponyboy subconsciously called you his mom, your heart only ached at the thought. And you could never replace Mrs. Curtis—everyone knew that.

“Ponyboy, you need to get up.” You pulled the covers away from him, looking down at his tired figure with soft eyes. “Please? You can’t miss another day of school or Darry’s gonna have to come down to the principal’s again.”

After contemplating—although you knew Ponyboy just wanted to lay in bed longer—he begrudgingly got up and shooed you out of the bedroom, muttering a quick acknowledgment in your direction.

You sighed before entering the living room, a sad smile tugging at your lips when you spotted Johnny curled up on the couch. His limbs were hanging off the edge and the blanket barely covered his body, but you knew he would rather sleep here than at the lot or worse, his own home.

“Hey, Johnnycakes.” You kneel beside him and put a hand on his arm, careful to not scare him from the sudden action. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” He mumbled and gave you a sheepish smile before sitting up, straightening his jacket to have something to fiddle with. “Sorry for intrudin’.”

You stand and fold the blanket, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re always welcome, Johnny. Hell, I’d have you move in with us if it weren’t for your folks.”

Johnny burned red and nodded, mumbling an excuse about needing to use the restroom. You opened your mouth to tell him Sodapop was occupying the space, but the sudden stomps of boots that came running inside the house interrupted you, the screen door rattling behind them.

“Two-Bit Mathews and Steve Randle!” You call from the living room as they ran into the kitchen to grab the chocolate cake from the icebox, ignoring Darry’s disappointed look. “What did I say about slamming the door?”

“Sorry, ma!” They hollered in unison, sitting their asses right in front of the television that was tuned into Mickey Mouse for Two-Bit’s sanity.

You rolled your eyes and entered the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as Darry prepared breakfast for the household. You watched him with a smile, eyeing him up and down before meeting his gaze, his eyebrow raised in your direction.

“What? You can’t blame a woman for staring at her boyfriend who looks effortlessly handsome cooking.” You brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, cheeks dusted with a light pink hue. “Besides, you chose not to wear a shirt in the morning, Superman.”

“Maybe because I’m comfortable like this.” Darry swapped the finished eggs for bacon, pulling out the grape jelly for Sodapop and hard boiled eggs for Ponyboy. “Or maybe because your reactions are totally worth it.”

“Aw, you love me.” You put a hand on your heart dramatically and smile wider when he pulled you close by the waistband of your sleep shorts. “Hey—“

“I do love you, don’t question it.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to your lips, smirking when you gasped at the sudden action.

Darry knew you knew that he hated public displays of affection. So when he initiated it in his own house filled with the boys who you both knew would make fun of the display, you were thoroughly shocked.

“Darrel, man, do you have an ice pack—? Jesus Christ, keep that in the bedroom.” Dally scrubbed his face at the sight of the two you of you and turned away, boots heavy against the floor as he headed back into the living room where he last was.

You pulled away from the kiss, giggling at Darry’s suddenly bright red face. “You know, for a manly guy, you get red real fast, Curtis.”

“Shut up.” He snapped your waistband against your hip and spun you around, nudging you out of the kitchen playfully. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” You huff in amusement and tilt your head back at him, blowing a kiss before changing your gaze toward the boys sitting in the living room, each boy doing their own thing.

Sodapop was lazily laying on the couch with a towel wrapped around his waist, Ponyboy was most likely telling Johnny about his latest book read, Dallas was smoking a cigarette and blowing it in Steve’s face, and Two-Bit—well—he still sat directly in front of the television with the plate of cake in front of him, using his hands to dig into the sweet without care.

You sighed at the sight and grabbed your purse, taking money from your wallet and handing five dollar bills to Johnny and Ponyboy.

“For lunch. If you don’t eat, I will find you and make you eat extra for dinner, yes?” You put your hands on your hips and tap your finger, watching them with a careful eye as they nodded vigorously and tucked the money into their pockets.

Sodapop lolled his head to the side and met your eyes, making you raise your brows at his appearance. “Why aren’t you dressed for work?”

“Thought I could wait until after breakfast.” He mused, running his fingers through his wet hair before shaking his head like a wet dog, earning an annoyed groan from Dallas. “That alright, mom?”

You exhale slowly and rub your temples, choosing to ignore what he called you. “As long as you’re ready before it’s time for you to leave, it’s alright.” You opened your eyes again and stared at the boys as they returned to do their own thing, wishing they would cooperate a little better than they did.

Just as you caught Dallas stubbing his cigarette into the wooden side table instead of the ashtray you specifically bought for him, Darry walked into the living room and put a hand on your back, stabilizing your overworked mind without knowing it. You looked up to your right and gave him a soft smile, earning one back before he spoke to the boys.

“Breakfast is ready.” Darry announced and watched his brothers and the rest of the gang stumble over their own feet to get a piece of real food before anyone else ate it—almost like a stampede of animals in Africa.

“You better be washing your hands first!” You call out to them when you heard plates clash into each other, pursing your lips to hide a grin when their groans and complaints rang through the house.

You waited until you heard rushing water to look up at Darry properly, his hand still warm against your back.

He tilted his head down and smiled, “You ought to be their real mother with the way you scold them.”

“Six boys under one roof? Hmph, sounds like a recipe for disaster.” You rest your hands on his chest, feeling his steady heart beat under your fingertips. “Besides, if I’m gonna be a mother, I’d rather it not be with those group of boys—“

“Steve, that’s not your egg!”

“Well, Dally took my egg!”

“Can y’all shut up?”

“No!”

You and Darry look back at one another, your laughter and his chuckles ringing through the air. You both knew you would rather take care of these boys rather than send them back to their terrible homes—it was part of the Curtis’ open door policy. Besides, you cared for each boy in their own way, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Sodapop as your main priority.

“You think they’ll let us have our own breakfast?” Darry moved his hand to your hip and slowly moved toward the kitchen, the arguing from the boys getting louder with each step.

You peer into the crowded kitchen, eyes widening at the sight of the once clean space. “I think they probably ate all the food already… Maybe.”

“Hey, it’s mom and dad!” Two-Bit pointed the two of you out, the food that was stuffed in his mouth flying out with every word.

The rest of the gang cheered in laughter—each boy expressing their own opinion on your relationship.

Dallas was beyond disgusted by the two of you, but still agreed that you were both like the parents of the gang; Two-Bit loved calling the two of you ‘mom and dad,’ finding joy in the simple things; Steve didn’t care too much, only adding to the joke whenever he felt like it; Johnny thought the two of you were a better set of parents then his were; and Ponyboy and Sodapop?

They loved your relationship the second the two of you made it official all those years ago, not minding too much that you and Darry were essentially their second set of parents. They wouldn’t trade the two of you for the world, even if you were both sometimes a little hard on them.

“Yeah yeah, mom and dad are here.” Darry pushed through the boys and stole his plate from the counter, emerging victorious with a cup of orange juice for you.

“Thanks.” You kiss his cheek before returning your eyes to the scene in front of you, resting your head on his shoulder. “We sure know how to make a house full, don’t we?”

“Well, according to them, we are mom and dad.” He splits half his breakfast sandwich with you. “I think it’s part of the job.”

You look over at Johnny, who seems to be eating more than he usually does whenever he’s over which makes your heart feel a little better at the sight. “I think I like this job, even if it wasn’t ours to begin with.”

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anifever · 1 year ago

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Dating Darry Curtis HC’s ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Darrel “Darry” Curtis x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : What I think dating ‘Superman’ would include

A/N : I’ve been busy but school’s out now so hopefully I can work on requests 💔. Also ily Jake Gyllenhaal but they should’ve never remade Roadhouse..

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🕊️ ˚₊‧⁺˖

୨ I hate to say it (not really), but you’re like a married couple

୨ The gang calls you mom and dad as a joke

୨ You guys are so sitting on a porch with wind chimes and birds chirping in the bg and the warmth of the sun hitting your skin coded

୨ You’re so disgustingly in love and it makes everyone sick

୨ I feel like bcs of how he’s portrayed and the responsibilities/stress he takes on from the entire gang, it makes him seem way older than he is

୨ That’s also probably due to Patrick Swayze being 31 instead of 20 while filming and also being 15 years older than C Thomas Howell irl instead of the 6 year age gap their characters actually had…

୨ Anyways, you help him actually act more his age

୨ You convince him to go out more, etc

୨ Everyone’s happy to see him let loose once in a while

୨ Like you guys mess around when you bake/cook together by throwing flour at each other and giggling omg I’m vomiting

୨ You guys are sometimes (very rarely) even spotted at Buck’s together and Dallas has to do a double take

୨ You also bribe the boys to give you guys or just him in general some alone time LMAO

୨ You absolutely slow dance in the kitchen. Idc.

୨ He’s the type to call you “a real treat” when you dress up or do something nice for him

୨ Going shopping together and him walking around with his lil’ glasses reading the grocery list while you push the cart

୨ Sitting in his lap while he reads the newspaper ohahahwbrbrbnrne

୨ You guys definitely met early on; slow burn

୨ You were SO ‘So High School’ by Taylor Swift when you were a little bit younger

୨ Been in the works of writing a ff abt that..

୨ FINALLY officially asked you out senior year for prom and you’ve been together since, even though you guys were in love way before that

୨ You definitely have to get in between his and Pony’s fights a lot

୨ Soda comes to you for advice, no matter what it is- he thinks it’s refreshing to have someone new to talk to rather than constant arguing, yada yada

୨ Dallas either flirts with you to piss Darry off or he has a relationship with you like he did with Mrs. Curtis. No in between.

୨ The type of man to give you foot massages

୨ On the contrary, you also massage his shoulders

୨ Johnny probably had a tiny crush on you when you first met him years back, but it went away when you guys started dating

୨ Went away to an extent at least..

୨ Him standing between your legs while you’re sat on the sink shaving his face for him GODODODODID

୨ He says “honey, I’m home” unironically

୨ He’s able to pick you up pretty easily no matter your weight

୨ He does it a lot and it’s mainly to show off LMAO

୨ You guys play checkers together and genuinely enjoy it which doesn’t help your mom/dad allegations

୨ EXTREMELY good at calming you down whether it’s a panic attack, etc

୨ He might lose his temper a lot on his brothers, but he never does it with you

୨ If he ever does accidentally snap at you, he apologizes to no end

୨ He’s touching you whenever he can; a hand on your waist, around your shoulder, keeping you on his lap, a finger in your belt loop, etc

୨ Speaking of belt loops, you pulling him in by the loops or his belt buckle to kiss him⁉️⁉️⁉️ I’m losing it

୨ Whenever any sort of errand needs to be run, he either forces Pony/Soda to do it, or makes you come with him alone

୨ He buys you flowers whenever he has the extra money ☹️

୨ Has his moms wedding ring kept someplace safe to give to you one day

୨ On another note, she loved you so much before she passed

୨ She was also constantly teasing him about you two when you guys were younger

୨ If he’s exhausted from work and flops onto the couch with you, don’t expect to be getting up anytime soon

୨ Back to the ‘him going out more’ point- you guys go to rodeos together whenever he knows Pony is being watched by someone else

୨ Calming lil’ picnics together by a lake

୨ He unfortunately will have to cancel plans a good amount because of work-related stuff, but you completely understand

୨ He’s pretty stubborn about letting you help with money, but he gives in sometimes

୨ You leave him cute notes in the lunch that he takes to work <\\3

୨ He for sure keeps a hand on your thigh or knee while driving

୨ There’s no doubt in my mind you’d grow old together

୨ He’s thankful for you in so many ways and is glad you’re able to help his life feel normal again and like an actual 20 year-old

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b0n3s-is-gay · 5 months ago

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Could I request how the gang are the first time they share a bed with reader? (First sleepover)

Of course! (Post divider credits go to @thecutestgrotto)

Darrel Shaynne Curtis:

I can see this going quite a few different ways depending on when you meet him/how long you've known him.

Say if you knew him from diapers, yeah. It's no big deal, he's fallen asleep on the floor with you while doing high school projects when you were 16-17. It's no different than any bump in your friendship.

If it's a romantic relationship with the added context of old friendship like the hc above, it's no different. He'll pull you in for a hug, your head on his chest and just fall asleep with you like that.

Now if you're new to his life, think 19 to present, he's going to be a bit more cautious as he now has his brothers to worry and care for.

For friendship, I can see him offering you his bed (maybe you work together or you're staying over while your house is getting worked on) but you feel bad about taking it. So you say it's okay to share the bed and you go to sleep. You fall asleep apart and wake up with Darry's arms around your waist and his face in your neck.

Romantic Darry with someone who's new into his life is different. He'll let you stay in his bed when his brothers are out. You'll do your things and when you fall asleep, you're cuddling. When you wake up, you see Darry relaxed. Like full on mouth-hanging open, drool dripping down his chin as he sleeps, relaxed.

Keith Two-Bit Mathews:

Clingy! He's clingy!

Like it doesn't matter who's bed you're sleeping in, where you're both at, and who's in the room. You're going to be cuddled by him in his sleepy glory.

He's not nervous, not at all. You'll be laying awake with him, playing with his hair as the Sandman lures you to sleep with the promise of sweet dreams, and Two-bit will start joking with you.

He'll have his head on your chest or vice versa, he lives for physical contact. It's no different than anything you've done before, like cuddling on the couch or at the drive in.

In my personal opinion, Two-bit is a great option for this prompt.

Dallas Dally Winston:

Arguably the worst on this list. He was reluctant to even share a bed with you. Not that he didn't want to, but because it made him feel weird.

The only night you'll get to sleep with him is if you're hurt, he's hurt, or you're both drunk. Dally doesn't trust easily.

When you're hurt, he's going to lay you down on his bed and clean up your scratches and shit. If it's the inverse of the situation then the same follows, it all ends up the same.

When you sleep in the same bed, you're going to fall asleep apart from him unless he's really comfortable with you. If you want cuddles, you have to do that yourself.

Dally moves a lot in his sleep, so do be warned about that. You'll fall asleep apart and you'll wake up with his legs draped across your lap and his head mushed against the wall.

Sodapop Patrick Curtis:

Another really good one to share a bed with. He's not nervous at all because he BREATHES, nigh, LIVES for physical contact.

How you met, how long he's known you, and your relatioship doesn't fucking matter to this man. If you're going to share a bed with him, he's going to be holding onto you and loving every minute of it.

When you both get a chance to lay down with each other, it's going to be when Darry and Ponyboy are out of the house. Either that or you're at your house.

He'll loop his arms around your waist and rest his chin on his shoulder while you sleep. He's not going to let you up.

Much like Dally, Soda also moves a lot in his sleep. You'll sleep with him really close by and wake up with him on top of you. He's just drawn to warmth.

Steve Randle:

He's nervous. SPELL IT PEOPLE, N-E-R-V-O-U-S! The first time you share a bed/sleep together, it's after a fight with his father resulting in him getting kicked out.

He's going to stay up after you sleep, both nervous and stewing in his silent rage. Nervous for taking away the sleeping space, so nervous and guilty feeling that he nearly sleeps on the floor. Rage filled due to his father because what the shit?

Not really touchy, not that he doesn't love it, but he worries that he'll hurt you while sleeping. He's a bit harsher than Soda when it comes to physical contact, so he's afraid of hurting you.

Will only fall asleep after you do and he's calmed down. He'll close his eyes and fall asleep on his back. He's a still sleeper, so no need to worry about waking up under a sleeping human.

Steve does have small nightmares, they're rare but they do happen. He'll toss and turn just a bit before settling down. Don't hold it against him.

Johnny Cade:

The first time you sleep together is either at the Curtis House, the Lot, or at your house after he gets kicked out by his mom. Point is, the first time you sleep together is because he trusts you and because his folks are being abusive as shit.

He's okay with cuddling while you sleep. He cuddles with Ponyboy and Dally all the time so you're no different. You'll lay down and get ready to sleep, not before Johnny slips under your arm and starts leeching the warmth from you.

Johnny is warm, like heater warm. Everything about him is warm BUT his feet. So if you're at the Curtis Home or your home and he has his shoes off, it's like someone put a piece of ice on your skin.

He doesn't move when he sleeps, he'll only move if you move. It's like fluid moving with fluid. No need to worry about him being on the floor when you wake up but there is the concern of him somehow being partially under, again, just to leech off your warmth.

Just like Steve, Johnny does have some nightmares. He'll shake, small tears will escape his eyes. Don't worry though, he won't wake up. Just rub his back and play with his hair, it'll help a lot.

Ponyboy Michael Curtis:

The door will be open. Don't fucking try and close it unless it's your house. At the Curtis House, the door stays open. It doesn't matter the relation, the door stays open. Why the door stays open? Ask Darry and Soda, closed doors are bad choices.

When Ponyboy sleeps, he's okay with you touching and cuddling him as Sodapop and Johnny basically use him as a teddy bear. If you cuddle up to him, it's no different than a regular Tuesday for him.

Doesn't move that much in his sleep. Like he's really fucking still. If you think he's dead, don't. He's just really, really still. So still that Sodapop has had to take his pulse in the past to make sure his brother hadn't died in his sleep.

If you're sleeping in the same bed as him pre or post book makes all the difference. If it's pre book, he's quiet and hard to wake up when he sleeps. But if it's post book, Ponyboy wakes up really easy as he's afraid that you'll slip from his life if he lets go.

Both Pre and Post book Pony have bad dreams. Pre book, it's a rare dream about his parents and how they died. The sounds of trains. Post book, it's the sound of those guns spitting fire across the lot, the sight of Dally hitting the ground like a crumpled paper. He'll wake up, shooting out of bed with sweat running down his face as the words "Stay Gold" echo in his head. If he cries, don't shame him and don't comment, just hold him and lull him back to sleep.

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ddejavvu · 8 months ago

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Darry being sweet to pregnant!reader pls pls pls 😭🙏 it can be anything like rubbing her belly, talking to her bump, getting her cravings, helping her walk down the stairs since she can't see her feet anymore, etc

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You swear Darrel has developed some sort of sixth sense, a supernatural knack for knowing exactly when you mean to prop one leg behind you and bend down to reach something lower than your waist height.

"Don't you go bendin' down like that," Darry points an accusatory finger at you, the same one that usually pokes Ponyboy in the chest when his grades are less than stellar, "Sit in my chair, wait for me to grab my wallet, and I'll tie them shoes for you."

You sink into his plush armchair with a mixture of irritation and fondness swirling in your enlarged gut. It's confusing even to you, how you can want to bitch and moan at Darry for being so overprotective while simultaneously wanting to handcuff yourself to him so that he can never leave your side.

True to his word, Darry strides out of his bedroom with his wallet tucked safely in his jeans, bending down with ease you're jealous of and kneeling at your feet.

He laces them just the way you like them- just loose enough at the toes and just tight enough around the ankle. Then he wraps them around your leg once, because they're too long and he knows you'll trip on them if you step wrong. He does everything perfect, and when both shoes are laced, he leans in to press a kiss to your baby bump.

"Your mama's a stubborn one," He tells your future daughter, "Always tryin' to crush you in there by bending down and tying her shoes. But I got'cha, little girl, I ain't gonna let her smush 'ya."

When he's done poisoning your baby with tyrannical, unjust lies, he stands, offering his hand for you to take. If it were anyone else you'd be careful not to use him to pull yourself up too hard, but you know Darry's muscles can take it, so you push heavily on his hand to raise yourself to your feet.

"There y'go, honey." Darry croons, folding his fingers between yours and leading you to the front door, "Alright, car ride ain't gonna be too bad, but if you need me to pull over so you can get some air, let me know. And if babygirl gets too heavy tonight, let me know, okay? I'll stand behind you and lift'er up."

It's very hard to maintain your annoyance at him when he looks at you with those sweet blue eyes, a curl of his hair falling in front of them. He's still holding your hand in his own strong one, and you find yourself hopelessly nodding along to what he's saying.

"Thanks, Dar." You sigh, sounding wistful like someone out of a princess movie. But you can't help it, because with Darry, you get the princess treatment.

"You ain't gotta thank me, baby," He urges, going down the steps of his front porch first and bracing you as you step down gingerly yourself. When you meet him on the flat sidewalk he kisses you just the same as he had your belly, sweet and chaste and full of love, "Any excuse I get to help my girls out is one I'm gonna take."

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lizzy019 · 8 months ago

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𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.

Soft Dom!Darrel Curtis x Sweet Fem!Reader

cw -> hold the moan, rewarding??, INTIMATE SEX!, body worship, lotus position, light aftercare

Word Count -> 2.9K

I wanna pamper him 😔

Effortless.

The hands of a young man disciplined into a mature adult were doing the dishes while lost within the neverending blimps of his thoughts. A man toughened and moulded into a sculpture of what he is as you watch him with concern.

Poor Darrel hadn’t got a break at all this week.

You watched silently from the dimly lit dining room table as he moved in tune to whatever humming tune was being played from the television. Something of Ponyboy’s, his brain helpfully supplied him.

It didn’t take you long to tip-toe your way beside him, the soft creaks of the old floorboards underneath your feet acting as an alert for him that someone was nearing. Once he managed to tilt his head in your direction, a soft grin formed on his pretty lips. Darry was glad you actually took the time to notice how tired he was despite not ever vociferating that thought.

“Hey sweetie..” He mumbled, gently snatching your chin within his fingers to press a peck to your forehead. How could you look so darn cute with just a hint of colour on your cheeks and a pouty bottom lip? You simply beamed at his little kiss to your hairline, maybe he was okay? No, you couldn’t just assume that and move on! Darrel had grown the ability to store all his stress away in a separate container and hide it when talking to people he loved, even if it leaked sometimes due to it being a bit overfilled.

“D’you want me to do the dishes for you? Maybe you should go rest with Pony and Soda for a bit, maybe even lend Johnny a hand and drive him home since he’s stayin’ with Pony.” You tried so hard to convince him while remaining as subtle as possible.

You knew very well though, that this Curtis was a tough one to crack.

“You sure? I bet you’re tired too, honey.” He hummed, playing around with a silly strand of your hair that strayed away from the rest of it. You knew this would happen as well, he always managed to scoot away from what you were trying to get at.

“Darrel,” You spoke rather firmly, more than he was used to hearing. “Take a break, go sit down. I’ll handle the dishes, okay? Maybe go take a shower while you’re at it, you deserve to unwind.”

The brown in his eyes seemed to sparkle at your words, you really were some angel sent to Earth just for him. Even if he always tried to push away your kindness to take care of you, it would be a straight lie if he said he didn’t appreciate you helping pay off the monthly bills alongside him.

So without much hesitation, a rare smile graced his face, eyes crinkling happily as he managed to snag you into a hug. It erupted loud laughter from the both of you, and he couldn’t find it in him to let go until you started playfully berating him.

“Get off, get off! Go shower, you smell.” You teased, watching him nod and loosen his grip before he trotted off.

Your new chore of doing the dishes wasn’t actually as bad as you thought it was going to be. Helping someone who did so much for you, it felt like you were finally being useful. The time ticked endlessly, the sound of the aged clock annoying you over time from its duration of noise, but soon enough, the dishes were practically shining!

Darry was now out of the shower, the towel he once used to dry his body now hanging limply around his neck to make sure the water from his hair didn’t drip down and wet his shirt. He popped into the kitchen to grab a beer, specifically the kind Two-Bit and Steve disliked so he had it all to himself before popping it open and heading your way.

“Kitchen is damn near spotless, sweetie.” He chuckled dryly, but smiled rather shyly at you.

In all honesty, he had to be thankful. You were doing the chores he knew he should’ve been doing, and yet your cute little ass always had to intervene. While he wasn’t complaining, sometimes he found himself being bored doing nothing, or maybe it was just his worker’s mindset.

You smiled pridefully up at him, happy with the work you managed to do in under 20 minutes. Clean dishes, clean counters and emptied garbage bins. Call it a bit overdramatic, but you were genuinely proud of what you had accomplished in that short span of time.

“I can be a good little housewife once in a while, can I not?” You joked, smiling as he gave a warmer expression at your little playful comment.

“Whatever you say. You’re still the one that manages to leave clothes all over the floor of my bedroom, so I dunno ‘bout that.” He joked back, watching you feign offence at his comment before snickering softly to himself.

How had he gotten so lucky with you?

Soon the clock had reached 10PM, you shooed Pony off to bed since it was a school night. While Soda was allowed to stay up later than Pony, Soda was tired and trotted off not long after Pony had left. Johnny said his goodbyes before leaving, and finally it was just you and Darrel getting your much deserved rest.

Seated on the sofa sharing a cigarette with your dearest, the silence and dim lighting was somehow quite romantic despite your situation. His hand gently squeezing your waist, occasionally passing you the cig to take a drag all while he talked about his day and how tiring it was keeping his brothers in line. You felt nothing but admiration for the fact that he managed to work so hard under such conditions and never suddenly collapse or give up.

“Thank you again for helpin’ with the dishes. Thought that pile would never end, if I’m bein’ honest.” He hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek as he put the nub of useless leftover cigarette onto the small navy ashtray.

You nodded, smiling up at him with those pretty lips of yours and glowing eyes. Your hands gently pawed at the fabric of his shirt, tugging him just a bit lower for you to snatch a chaste kiss from his lips. Like your little reward, in a way.

Your lips tingled after that, and you giggled to yourself when Darry gave you a playful naughty expression. Soon, the giggles were turned into mild laughter as he grabbed your precious body and slung you over his shoulder, causing you to flail and kick rather helplessly.

“Darry, stop!” You laughed although quietly to not wake anyone up. But Darry didn’t listen to you, simply giving your rear a light slap as he hauled you into his bedroom. The door was shut once he was inside, and he oh so gently placed you onto the cushiony mattress of his.

Darry was grinning happily as you smiled up at him, hands gently rubbing the firm muscle of his shoulders and teasing underneath the fabric of his taut biceps.

You really didn’t seem to understand how much he loved you, did he?

“Takin’ such good care of me, sweetie. What did I ever do to deserve you?” He hummed against the skin of your neck, peppering the softest kisses to the flesh while his big hands mapped out your precious body.

Every curve, every contour, every dip and bump that he’s come to admire so fully. A man like him, a greaser, an emotionally constipated man like him managed to snag something as precious, as porcelain and gentle as you. He questioned himself every time he woke up with you beside him in his bed.

You smiled almost bashfully up at him, admiring every feature that laid perfectly on his face. Almond eyes as warm as ever, the slight Greek nose of his and that sharp jawline you wore could cut diamonds. Great heavens, he could have just about anyone with those looks, you thought.

“I dunno.. what did I ever do to deserve you?” You asked so sweetly, so pleasantly as your hands trailed down to gently knead at his triceps.

A groan, deep in pitch, vibrated from within the canal of his throat and falling onto your ear. It didn’t go unheard, and it made you giggle a bit. Poor man was probably so stiff and so tired.

“Dunno sweetie, but I love you so much. Love you...” He murmured as he gently pressed his lips to yours. So tender, like he was scared he’d hurt you.

The soft kisses were like a balm to your lips, the warm saliva of his mixed with yours as your tongues started to entangle with each other seeming to ease the dryness of your mouth.

Your fingers found their way into the soft curls of his hair, gently tugging on them for purchase as you practically kissed his lips off. Hungry, voracious almost. You craved him more than just physically. For once, you felt a deep, raging desire. Something that threatened to burn all of your senses with the taste and feel of simply Darrel.

But his lips escaped yours, and you tried oh so hard to get his lips back to yours. They were like a lifeline in a way, the way they breathed life back into the dullness.

But his lips made contact with your jaw, made a trail leading down your neck, suckling colourless marks into your shoulder as his big palms mapped around your body. Exploring you was an adventure he’d never get tired of, the mere touch of your soft flesh made him go crazy.

His hands managed to snag onto the elastic of your pants and panties, teasingly wiggling them off of you until you raised your hips for him to tug them off. Useless fabrics, they didn’t do anything to help him in your moment.

“So pretty, sweetie... Look atchu.” He murmured, mainly to himself but he hoped you heard him too.

Cooing soft nothings as his hands wandered across your thighs, squeezing the flesh desperately as his kisses lingered along the lines of your collarbone. You were like jelly in his hands, putty even. You gave into his whims, soft moans and breaths escaping your mouth like whispers.

Before you could even register it, his hands began to gently slide off your top and peel off your bra. But no words of disdain or discontentment for his actions seemed to be voiced. You let it happen. After all, you thought Darry deserved unwrapping you like a gift.

“Listen though, we gotta keep it quiet though, okay? Soda and Pony are in the next room, I really don’t want them to hear us. Last time they heard, Pony kept lookin’ at me funny.” Darry rattled you gently, getting a nod from you as agreement before he continued.

Like walking along an unknown path, Darry was more than happy to trail and trace every part of your body. Like worship, like you were some goddess. It wasn’t long until the tightness in Darry’s pants got uncomfortable, and what kind of man would he be if he couldn’t use what he had to please his beloved?

Tenderly, his hands travelled away from your body to tend to his own. The ache in his lower abdomen felt like it was threatening to eat his insides, just from how aggravating the pain was. So he unbuckled the black belt he wore and tugged it off only to chuck it off and toss it to the floor with the rest of the unnecessary garments.

Your hands grasped steadily as his hands wandered down to unbutton the zipper of his jeans. You were so ready, you wanted to do it yourself. A man like him needed pampering too, right?

Nimble and flimsy hands managed to snag the zipper down, and you hastily wriggled his jeans down just so they were on the upper part of his thighs. A soft sigh escaped Darry, you presumed it was out of relief for his cock to be free from its tight confines.

Darrel wasted no time getting into a good position. He wanted to see you in your full glory, to see those lovely expressions cross your face or even feel how you’d use his shoulder to muffle the dulcet sounds you’d make. So he chose something comfortable, something that wouldn’t strain his already exhausted legs.

Patient, precise.

He handled you with grace, elegance. There was no need to rush such intimate and gentle moments when he was showing you his utter gratitude towards you.

Your bodies collided, moulded into one as you relished in the warmth emanating from under your flesh. Seeping into one another, your shared warmth spread all through you as Darry eyed you like you were the most precious piece of gold he owned.

And in a way, you were.

Gently, he weaved his way into the lovely tightness of that pretty cunt of yours. Rough fingers gripping his own base while he tried oh so hard to gently nudge his reddening tip up into your welcoming core. The little bit of wetness you produced had made it a bit easier, maybe foreplay would’ve made it better.

Ah, but you finally tried to sit yourself down properly onto his lap, trying to fit the fullness of his length into your dripping cunny. What a pretty sight. Nipples hard from the coldness, goosebumps along your arms and legs from him caressing you so gently. In what heaven did the Gods choose to send you to him?

Soft sounds of delight left you both once you fully settled down onto his lap. Darry could feel each little involuntary squeeze, the occasional squirm due to you adjusting to his size. Darry was no small man, he knew this clearly. But... you did make his ego inflate just a bit.

“Shh, I know, sweetie. Gimme a sec, yeah? ‘S gonna feel good, promise.” He hummed into your ear, hands finding the fat of your ass as he scooped it up for some leverage.

And soon enough, with the solid grip he had on your rear, he gently began rocking you. Up and down more than left and right, but regardless he was doing the work and it made you pout a bit. But great heavens, the way his length so perfectly knocked at your cervix and made your insides burn with glee...

Maybe you could allow yourself to let him do the work for a bit, right?

Soft noises escaped you both, grunts and huffs you were unable to silence even if you wished to. Darry was never one for things like bondage, blindfolds, all that junk. Just some real, raw enjoyment with you.

And that’s what he got. Your pussy, unwavering in its joy, didn’t cease to flutter or squeeze around him whenever he knocked at the little g-spot you had. In fact, he quite liked seeing your expression go from neutral to a scrunched eyebrow.

“You like it, sweetie? It’s all for you, take what you need from it. Been so helpful.. little minx in those damn shorts whenever you’re cleaning the livin’ room. Take what you need from me, want you to feel my thanks.” He huffed, ragged breaths causing the sentence to sound breathy and shaky.

You nodded lazily, lethargy making your legs ache but you kept yourself hanging onto him. Hips met his in a needy attempt to get more friction, and Darry happily complied to give you what you wanted. To give you what you needed.

And it wasn’t long after that you found yourself addicted to a rhythm that had your spine trembling and hands seizing onto any flesh of his you could grab. The warm skin helped to ground you, even if it wasn’t exactly what you needed.

Darry was holding you so tight, resorting from gripping your ass to just simply holding you in a half-hug so he could still move you around. He managed to stuff his head into the crook of your neck, the area clear except for the little bit of natural hair growth on your neck. He had to stop himself from moaning somehow, right?

But he couldn’t hold on for long once he felt the aggressive tightness your cunt was squeezing onto him when you came, he just couldn’t hold on. And soon his cock was pouring out his fresh, fertile seed into your welcoming womb, the obscene noises you both tried to silence finally escaping as heavy breaths and low whimpers.

Good grief, that was a bone-rattling orgasm for you both.

Darry couldn’t pull his face away from your neck, a bit embarrassed for making such kiddy noises just from cumming. But once he finally pulled away to clean himself up and you in the process, that warm smile lining your lips was all he needed to confirm that it didn’t matter.

So like the gentleman he was, Darry gently pulled away from you and laid you back onto his mattress before grabbing some tissues and wiping away the excess mess in between your legs. So gentle, so tender. And once he cleaned himself off too, you both spent the night in each other’s arms.

Silent, but in a good way.

Hopefully no one heard...

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