#he danglin

[bluejulius]

the moment he won a bet

[kaontic]

Aw, he made new friends. :)

Apparently small, harmless (to him), yet very loud friends.

[ofthecaravel]

The little foot lift 😭💞

hes simply so itty bitty!!!!!

[spicyspiders]

grab your chain danglin' from above

Jason Duval x male reader smut

2.5k words

Warning for bottom male reader, unspecified drug deals, pat-down searches, and rough sex.

You meet up with Jason to make a deal, but it all goes south when he gets suspicious that you're trying to bust him.

“You wearin’ a wire?” Jason asked, interrupting your train of thought as your fingers skimmed through your wallet. 

“What?” You responded, flicking your eyes up before going back down into your wallet, starting your count of the money you owed again.

You heard the heavy thump of Jason’s footsteps as he walked up, “are you wearin’ a fuckin’ wire?” He repeated slowly. 

You pulled your eyes away as you slid your wallet back into your pocket, holding the money out in front of you. But this close, it looked like the money you owed him was the last thing Jason was thinking about. 

You tried to smile to ease the tension, “I’m not wearing a wire,” you said, holding out the money in front of you as a peace offering. 

The smile fell from your face when Jason snatched the money away, quickly counting it under his breath. You took a step forward as Jason moved towards the bed in the dingy motel room you agreed to meet at, but Jason swiftly halted the movement. 

Jason slammed your body back into the door, a hiss of pain falling from your lips when your body came into contact with the wood of the door. The money you gave him was tossed onto the bed, left in a pile by the bag he had pulled from his pocket.

“Hey man,” you brought your hands up in surrender, knowing that from how broad Jason’s shoulders were, there was no point in trying to push him off, “I’m not-”

“Take it off,” Jason interrupted, his hand balling up the front of your shirt in a tight fist. 

“What?” you whispered, your heart beating loudly in your chest. The rich scent of Jason’s cologne filled your nostrils, doing little to help your brain try to comprehend why he thought you were wearing a wire. 

Your apprehension only made Jason angrier, the man making the choice for you as he tore your shirt open. 

“I’m not wearing a fucking wire!” You yelled, spreading your arms so Jason could see your bare, wireless chest. 

“Turn around,” Jason commanded, making you roll your eyes. 

“Fine,” you said, doing a slow turn, “you owe me a new shirt,” you grumbled, holding onto the sides of the shirt as it started to slide down your shoulders. 

You couldn’t hold in your gasp as Jason’s hands moved around your hips, his fingers skimming underneath the waistband, still seemingly searching for the wire. 

“These too,” Jason said. 

“Seriously?” You asked, craning your neck to look at the other man. 

You had never seen a man look so serious as you looked at Jason’s face, and to avoid walking out of the motel room with a ripped pair of pants, you did as you were told. You turned to face Jason, holding eye contact as you angrily kicked away your pants, too pissed off to feel silly about the action.

“Happy?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest. 

You watched Jason’s chest fall as he let out a breath through his nose. His hands went back to your hips, once again running his hands around your hips, this time, much slower and with greater purpose. 

This time, when Jason’s fingers went under your waistband, he came into full contact with your skin instead of your underwear. Rough and calloused fingers ran across the sensitive skin of your hips, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you held back another gasp. 

“These too,” Jason repeated, his voice low. Jason’s fingers pulled free as yours moved, your eyes watching in confusion as Jason stepped away.

He turned his back towards you as you pulled your underwear down, the sound of a bag crinkling signaling his movement. You covered yourself after your underwear joined your pants on the floor, not wanting Jason to see the state you were in. 

It wasn’t the fact that you were naked, necessarily, but that you were half-hard. What could you say? A man giving you orders really gets you going. 

Jason returned with a small bottle held in his hand, “turn around,” he said, not giving you the chance to figure out what he held. “Wait,” he said with a chuckle, his free hand pulling what was left of your shirt off. 

You let your hand rest on the wood of the door, your body going tense as you tried to fight back a shiver from the cool air of the motel room. Your hands scrambled to find purchase on the flat surface when Jason kicked your feet apart, your cock left dangling uncovered between your legs. 

From your shoulders to your lower back, Jason ran his hands down your body. He must have been crazy, you thought, to still be looking for a fucking wire. You were unable to hold back the noise you made when his hands went lower, one hand spreading your ass cheeks, while the other he used to run the dry pad of his finger across your hole. 

When it didn’t give under his finger, Jason’s hands pulled away. This time, they hooked over your shoulders, his fingers digging roughly into the tense muscle. “Relax,” Jason whispered into your ear, lips brushing the shell as his fingers worked. 

Jason’s breath puffed against the back of your neck, moving further away as you felt your shoulders drop, “maybe,” you heard the click of a cap before a few moments later his finger returned, “this’ll help,” he said, a smirk evident in his voice as the wet pad of his finger ran across the furl of your hole. 

“You really think a wire is in there?” You bit out, trying to adjust to the thick intrusion. 

“Only one way to find out,” Jason said, finger going in deeper. 

You could faintly hear the hum of the air conditioner pumping cool air into the room, louder than your gasping as Jason’s finger kept going in. You opened your mouth, attempting to ask just how long his finger was, but of course, that's the moment he found your prostate. 

Jason didn’t even let the full sound of your moan come out before his hand was covering your mouth, muffling the noise as it ended. “I think I found something better,” he said with a deep chuckle. 

Encouraged by the sound, Jason’s finger pulled free before it plunged back in, faster than it had before. His hand remained in place as you let out another moan, your cock filling out as pleasure rocked your body.

When Jason pulled his finger free once more, a second joined the first. You groaned against the hand over your mouth, the burn of his thick fingers almost feeling as if it’d be too much. 

“Shh,” Jason cooed into your ear, his hand moving down your body to wrap around your cock. If your erection had flagged from the pain, Jason’s fist around your cock made quick work in stroking it back to full hardness. 

His hand around your cock moved at a snail’s pace as his fingers kept moving inside you. You moaned through the stretch of his fingers as he spread them apart, even if a part of you was still apprehensive. If this is what only two of his fingers felt like, you couldn’t imagine three, or his cock. 

Your cock twitched in Jason’s hand, mouth nearly watering just at the thought of his cock. If it were anything like his body, it would make you forget all about the deal you were supposed to be making. 

“Fuck,” Jason groaned behind you, his hand wrapped tight around the base of your cock, “how’re you still so tight?” he asked as he added a third finger. 

You felt full, satisfyingly so, and you couldn’t help but clench down on his fingers. You pushed back the little distance you could on his fingers, brushing against the bulge in Jason’s pants.

“Fucking- hold on,” Jason said, pulling his fingers free faster than you expected. 

Your hole clenched around nothing as you turned your head to see where Jason had gone. He was only a few steps away, giving you the perfect view to watch as he wrestled his pants open to get his cock out. 

Your imagination didn’t amount to how big it actually was. It protruded from his open pants, standing at full attention. It swayed and bobbed in the air as he turned the rifle back through the bag from earlier until he produced a small packet. 

“You brought that with you?” You asked as you watched him tear the small square packet open. 

“Always gotta be prepared,” Jason answered, a smirk on his face when you were finally able to tear your eyes away from his cock. He rolled the rubber down his cock slowly, unable to help the disappointment you felt that he wouldn’t let you do it. 

“There’s a perfectly good bed right there,” you said, your eyes flicking over Jason’s shoulder to the bed where the bag and pile of cash lay.

Jason let out a huff of protest, like he instead wanted to fuck you through the door. He nodded over to the bed, his hand slowly stroking lube over his cock. 

You could only take a few steps over before Jason was slamming you down face-first into the bed, narrowly missing the bag. You turned to send the man a glare, hating the way your cock throbbed at the site. There was something about a man counting money with his hard cock out moments away from fucking you that you liked, you realized. 

Satisfied with the amount, Jason placed the money and the bag on top of the table beside the bed. You watched in anticipation as Jason stepped up to the bed, maneuvering your body onto your hands and knees. 

He teased your hole, rubbing the head of his cock along your entrance, slicking up the cleft of your ass. You both groaned when the head of his fat cock pressed inside. It felt like you could barely breathe, and it was just the head Jason had inside. 

You reached back to grip Jason’s jean-clad thigh, feeling denim and heat. Unable to hold yourself up on one arm, you fell face-first into the bed, your cheek coming into contact with soft cotton. 

You dug your nails into the pants Jason wore, his hand coming to rest over yours. As he bottomed out, he pulled your hand from his thigh by the wrist, his other hand gathering the other one so he could grip them both behind your back in one of his large hands. 

Fully at Jason’s mercy, the time you had to adjust to his cock was decided by him. However, he aided you in making you feel more comfortable with small circles of his hips, his cock still deep inside you. The movement jostled your prostate in short brushes, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. 

Jason pulled his cock free in a torturously slow movement, your hole once again clenching down on nothing when it was pulled free. The next thrust was harder and faster, punching a moan from your chest as Jason’s balls came to rest on your ass. 

You swore you could feel his cock in your stomach as you clenched down, the burn of it from as you adjusted quickly becoming pleasure. You didn’t move against the hold Jason had on your hands, not even pushing back against the next thrust he gave. 

Jason’s cock expertly met your prostate, sending waves of pleasure that started from your head that went down your whole body. It centered itself in your cock, making your balls draw up tight. 

His thrusts grew animalistic, pausing momentarily to change positions, causing the bed to dip as he brought his foot up on the bed. His hand moved from your wrists up your back to grip tightly onto your shoulder. His hold skirted along the lines of pain and pleasure, knowing that if the grip didn’t leave a physical mark, you would be feeling it later for days.

The headboard banging against the wall, moving in time to the rhythmic creak of the cheap springs beneath your combined weight. If earlier, when Jason had covered your mouth because he didn’t want anyone to hear through the door, he didn’t seem to mind now. If anyone was unfortunate enough to be in one of the neighboring rooms or happened to walk past the door, they would know exactly what was going on inside. 

You moved a hand between your legs, moving to wrap your fingers around the base of your cock to try and stave off your orgasm. But it was the biggest mistake you could make if that was your goal, because just from the brush of your fingers had your orgasm racing through you. 

You came with a loud cry, the sound being absorbed by the cotton below your mouth. The aftershocks that Jason fucked you through had your mouth falling open as you sucked in heavy breathes as you came down from such an intense rush. Drool fell from your mouth as they racked your body, quickly going cold against your skin like the mess of cum that stained the sheets between your legs. 

When it neared the point of being too great, the smack of Jason’s hips against your ass began to falter. Both hands moved to grip your hips, strong even through the sheen of sweat. After a few stuttered off thrusts, Jason came with a loud moan, his heavy weight collapsing on top of you as he filled up the condom. 

You fell into the cold mess below your hips, your soft cock giving a twitch. If you weren’t going to get hard again now, you surely would later to the thoughts of the noises Jason made when he came. 

Though Jason’s weight on top of you was crushing, you nearly let out a noise of protest when he rolled off, his softening cock slipping free. 

You turned to look at Jason, watching the way he pillowed his head below his hands. He looked fucked-out and wholly satisfied, and you knew that it was a sight you wouldn’t soon forget. 

You felt yourself slowly relax into the bed, not even bothered by the mess, “can I have my stuff now?” You asked. 

“It’s in the bag,” Jason responded, his eyes closed. 

The air conditioner went through two cycles before you eventually got up, your hands reaching for the money on top of the bag. 

“Ah ah ah,” Jason said as you went to set the cash down beside him, “think of it as a first customer discount,” he said as he sat up, “and here. Since I ruined the other one,” he said, taking off the button down he wore, leaving him with just a plain white shirt on top. 

“Thanks,” you said as he handed it over. You took the time to slowly button it up, instead of doing something stupid, like leaning over and kissing him. 

[sturnioz]

Bun standing on the table or counter to hang Xmas decorations and Chris holding her waist bc he doesn’t want her to fall but he’s complaining the whole time too

perched on your tiptoes on top of the kitchen counter, you feel the cool surface beneath your feet as you concentrate, your tongue poking out slightly as you carefully drape the green tinsel shimmering with tiny lights over the top of the cabinets, making sure that every piece is secure and won't fall down to ruin that festive idea you had in mind.

beside you, nate stands with a cardboard box in hand, filled to the brim with christmas decorations and he glances up at you expectantly, a goofy turkey hat sitting on his head as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, ready to follow your quiet instructions.

with a quick gesture towards the box, he immediately hands you a cluster of red bows, and you begin to clip them to the strands of tinsel, spacing them out evenly to your desire.

"y'should hang the mistletoe in 'ere too," nate suggests with a murmur as he pulls out a mistletoe branch from the box, holding it up like a trophy with a grin on his face. "right there, on the light. all danglin' 'n shit."

"mistletoe?" you repeat quietly, glancing over your shoulder to follow his gaze to the overhead light. "why?"

"do you know how many people stand in this kitchen? think about how funny that'll be."

you blink, thinking about it for a moment, and your lip twitches slightly. "but what happens if you stand under it with one of the other brothers?"

"i'll kiss the bros." he answers without missing a beat, and you giggle softly, shaking your head as you turn back to your decorating.

he tucks the mistletoe back into the box, and once you finish clipping the last red bow, you carefully navigate across the counter, reaching out for another piece of tinsel that nate holds out for you.

just then, a loud curse fills your ears, and you glance over to see chris rubbing his forehead, his expression grumpy after it collides with some hanging baubles you'd placed earlier in the day.

his tired eyes narrow when they land on you, and his brow furrows deep as he snaps, "fuck you doin'? get down."

"i'm decorating." comes your refusal, a frown settling on your face as chris trudges over, pushing nate aside who stumbles, almost dropping the cardboard box and the turkey hat on his head.

"you wanna break your neck or somethin'? get down, m'not playin' around, kid."

you shake your head a little stubbornly, determined to finish the kitchen just like you envisioned. there's no way you're leaving this room half-decorated.

turning back to the cabinets, you resume draping the tinsel over the empty spots, your focus unwavering. suddenly, you feel chris' hands slide up to your waist, his grip tight, and you brace yourself for him to yank you down — but instead, he stays there, keeping you still as you continue your work.

"you piss me off, y'know that? big time," chris grumbles under his breath, his thumbs digging into your flesh. "standin' on the fuckin' counter bare foot too—y'know how gross that is? we eat here, kid."

you frown at that, unable to stop yourself from muttering, "you've done worse on this counter—"

your retort is cut off as chris suddenly moves his hand and pinches your ass in warning, and the surprise causes you to wobble, your heart thrumming in your chest as you almost slip off the counter. if it weren't for his steady grip resuming on your waist, you would have toppled over completely, landing in a possible broken mess on the floor.

"careful," he drawls, his voice dripping with feigned concern, as if he wasn't the one who nearly sent you flying. you can hear the smirk in his tone too, and it makes your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "and watch your attitude, kid."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[b0amagination]

THE BOYS ARE THEREEEEEEE YESSSSSS

Declan is supposed to have a collar at some point <3!!! So yes yes this is accuracy, I cannot simply let a whumpee of mine exist forever without one.

Erebus is actually having so much fun he's just shy <3333

WHITEBOARD DRAWINGSSSSS I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THESE THE OTHER DAY I KID YOU NOT

i think hasan would love to learn about neteri's science over a cup of tea <3333

Bonus: the boys are there too!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

It's thirty til midnight 'n the house is crowded with the hot press of bodies. Someone's shoutin'. Actually, most of 'em are shoutin'. The living room stinks like the spilled beer Two's ground down into the carpet. The TV's playin'. Some New Year's special that Pony's glued to. The record players skippin' its way through a Christmas album. The tree's still up 'cause none of them would let Darry take it down 'til after New Year's.

Darry checks his watch once, runs his thumb absently over the face, compares it to the little glowin' clock above the stove, stands up 'n shifts past the card game Johnny has been creamin' Dallas at for the last half hour. Darry wasn't sure how he had any money to his name left. He steps over the coffee table 'n catches the hand of pure shit Dallas grins 'n ups the bet on. Good lord Johnny was gonna have the shirt off his back before the night was over.

Soda's bouncin' back 'n forth between the holiday special 'n the card game, offerin' commentary only Johnny seems to enjoy. Steve's got a huge bowl of popcorn Darry had fixed balanced on his lap, pitchin' kernels at Two's mouth as he dives for 'em.

Darry sighs, snatches one out of the air 'n pops it into his own mouth, steppin' out of the way so Two falls unceremoniously onto his knees with a grin.

"Hey! I was gonna catch that one!" Darry rolls his eyes, absently grabs Pony from where he had his nose three inches from the tube 'n hauls him back, much to Pony's indignation.

"Sure you were. Just like you were gonna catch the other thirty or so that I'm gonna have to vacuum outta the carpet." But he doesn't really mean it. The mood's high 'n Darry's just pleased to have 'em all together. Outta trouble 'n safe.

"Hey it ain't my fault Steve can't throw straight! He ain't exactly got your arm, Dar." Two wraps both hands around Darry's bicep 'n Darry hauls him up, danglin' like a monkey with his knees all bent.

"Hey!" Steve takes his opportunity 'n dives off the couch, nearly dumpin' the entirety of the bowl onto Dallas' head. Dally yowls, drops his cards onto the table 'n snatches for Steve's ankles to drag him back across the floor. Johnny leans over, tips the cards up, 'n grins to himself, then promptly sprawls to the side to avoid Darry shakin' Two off him 'n onto the floor.

Soda, never to be left out, throws himself into the mess of limbs until they're all a tangled mass of carpet burn 'n sharp-toothed peels of laughter. Darry disentangles himself, hovers in the doorway 'n watches them for a moment. Then he checks his watch again, adjusts the worn leather strap, peers at the clock on the stove glowin' softly through the darkness of the kitchen, 'n slips out the back door.

He knows his time is numbered 'cause Pony 'n Soda have always been herders. Had to know where everyone was at all times. But Pony's sleepy 'n zoned in on the TV like a lifeline 'n Soda's had two shots (both hastily over the kitchen sink 'cause Pony still thought Soda was drunk on the plain idea of bein' alive 'n they all liked to let him think it) so he had maybe just a few more minutes than usual.

It's fridged outside. The kinda cold that burns along his bare arms 'n makes his breath hang in low clouds around his face.

He can't really explain it. He's never been real good about the holidays. They're just... heavy. Even before, well, everythin'.

He crosses the porch, sinks down on the stair 'n blinks down the empty street. There's a light or two on. One house or the other still holdin' out for midnight. Most are quiet 'n dark 'n Darry's heart does an odd little flip in his chest.

He doesn't know why he thinks about the winter he was twelve 'n had been the best of friends with the boy that lived on the corner. Or why his stomach sinks when he thinks about how hard he'd cried when they had moved out. Inconsolable even when their mama had pulled him up into her lap (though he was too big for that. Too big for needin' his mama.) (that last bit was never true. He still needed his mama. Maybe more than he ever had before.) 'n had just cried 'n cried 'til Soda 'n Pony had come home from wherever they'd been 'n that had been that. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He should be strong for them.

Somethin' shatters to the ground inside 'n jerks Darry outta his memory.

"Sorry!" Someone hollers 'n Darry chuckles to himself. Man, maybe he shouldn't have had that last beer. He must be in too good of a mood 'cause he doesn't even think about goin' in to reem out whoever was breakin' shit. But he knows that's not true 'n it ain't the beer to blame.

He runs his hands up 'n down his arms, stands up 'n crosses the lawn, dead 'n dry in winter, leans against the fence 'n hisses when the metal bites into his arms. He sighs, kicks at the hole ripped in the bottom, smiles absently to himself.

Soda 'n Two had put that there. Had run one of those push petal cars so hard into it they'd both flown off 'n scraped knees 'n elbows 'n come crawlin' up the steps with, not two, but three missin' teeth between the two of them.

God, they must have been in middle school then. When had they grown up so much?

"Agh put me down you sonofabitch!" Somethin' else hits the ground but this time Darry's mostly sure it's a person. No one wails so he figures he's still safe. 'N he ain't ready to go back in yet.

He checks his watch, fiddles with the knob on the side, a nervous habit he's had since he was eighteen. Fifteen minutes to go. Plenty of time.

A breeze kicks up, swings the gate open 'n closed so it lets out a low, mournful squeal. It hadn't hung right since the summer Darry was ten. They'd always just jumped the fence, givin' each other the boosts they refused to ask for, gigglin' when their mama had called them coyotes, takin' runnin' starts 'n laughin' off when they misjudged it 'n came down hard on their knees. Their daddy had sworn he was gonna fix it every summer since.

He never got to.

Last month they'd had a real bad wind storm that pushed that old gate forlornly back 'n forth for hours, wailin' 'n moanin' until Darry had scowled 'n muttered he was gonna fix that goddamn thing if it was the last thing he ever did. 'N then he'd looked over at Pony 'n they both suddenly felt sick to their stomachs.

He never did get around to it.

The wind howls 'n Darry flexes his fingers, realizes suddenly its the only sound he can hear. He checks his watch again. Five minutes to go. He should go back inside.

But then he's runnin' his fingers around the face 'n thinkin' about the people not waitin' for him back in that hot 'n crowded living room. Thinkin' about how it ain't really his watch.

It had been his daddy's. His pride 'n joy. Thick leather strap 'n gold platin' around the face 'n it had been his granddaddy's before him. God, Darry had coveted it. Could remember bein' thirteen, runnin' fingers around 'n around it til it shone. Fifteen 'n askin' his daddy if he'd pass it down to him one day. Eighteen when he had put it in his hands on his graduation day.

You gotta watch out for it. The time flies, kiddo. Be careful how you spend it.

Darry doesn't hear the screen door slam, or the patterin' footsteps across the lawn, or the creak of the fence as someone leans against it til Soda's there, head restin' down on Darry's shoulder. Darry jumps, scrubs the back of his hand against the tears so hot against his flushed cheeks they burn. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He had to be strong.

"I figured I'd find you out here." Soda wraps a blanket, stolen from the couch, around Darry's arms 'n he suddenly realizes just how cold he is. He sighs, pulls Soda in 'n tucks him under his elbow.

"C'mon, Soda. You shouldn't be out here." 'N he shouldn't. 'Cause he shouldn't ruin everyone else's good time with his stupid achin'. "Let's get you back inside."

Soda tilts his head back 'n blinks up at Darry. Or, no he doesn't. He doesn't need to. Hasn't needed to look up to Darry in a long time, long since hit that final growth spurt that had their mama lettin' out all his jean hems 'n hopin' they stopped below his ankle. "You shouldn't be out here alone, Dar."

"I'm fine-"

"Oh, I know. You're fine. You're good. You're peachy." Soda sighs, drops his chin back down to Darry's shoulder. "You thinkin' about them?"

'N he is. But not really. He's thinkin' about all of them. About breakin' promises 'n not bein' careful enough. About turnin' around one day 'n Pony's not six years old 'n followin' Darry around 'cause he was still young enough to think Darry was the coolest person alive. That Soda's not ten years old 'n missin' his front tooth 'n a permanent bandaid on his knees 'n bringin' home one kid after another until their house was always full. That Johnny 'n Two 'n Dallas 'n Steve ain't just his brother's friends or strangers hangin' around his living room or even just good buddies.

"I'm thinkin' about my resolution." He pulls Soda in closer 'n somewhere down the street someone bangs pans together. A lone firework bangs off into the sky, lightin' his brother's face in a way that makes him look like he was a kid again, pressed against the window 'n tryin' so hard to stay awake.

"Well, don't leave me hangin'." Soda yawns, presses his face into Darry's chest to shield it from the wind.

Darry smiles softly to himself, runs a hand through Soda's hair, the lamp light bouncin' off the watch face when he lifts his wrist.

"I'm gonna keep some old promises."

I ain't gonna let time slip me by. The back door bangs open 'n when Darry turns he can see the shinin' grin on Two's face, his arm draped around Steve's shoulders. Pony leanin' hard on Dallas though Darry knows he'll claim he ain't tired. Johnny shiverin' in his too-big jacket.

"Come on, Dar! You're gonna miss it!" 'N Darry knows he means the ball drop or the announcer on TV or the end of the special but Darry can only smile ruefully, shift Soda closer to him 'n sweep him right off his feet to carry him inside.

You're right. You gotta be careful or you will. You'll miss it all.

tags 'cause y'all were so sweet in my other post I was like well I simply gotta finish this right now😭@trekkiehood @strxwberry-julius @marmaladedcroissant @wildestdreamcatcher @sarcasticallyexplicit11 @scalls @greasernamedbug

[rosyjn]

Jake sully thoughts !! MDNI

You gasp, arching your back as he pushes it in deeper. His girth forces your walls to stretch. A filthy squelching noise leaves your heat.

“Y’good?” Jake coos. He has you in missionary. His dreads swing with his movements. “Danglin’ in your face huh?” He teases. You lightly moan, your hands look for the sides of his hips. “Ya like it? Ya always touchin’ me.” He notes the way you grip his body.

“Mmm hmm…” your eyes flutter shut when he reaches in to kiss you. Your legs wrap around him. He’s so much bigger than you. So much stronger. Way bulkier. You can grab onto him so easily.

He picks up the pace, starting to growl. He bares his teeth. You can feel his cock starting to thrust into your cunt harder. Gradually, his noises blend in with yours as he begins to slam his hips. Your hands rapidly feel around him.

“Need ya so bad, Jake,” you whimper. Your nails dig into his muscular back and you hear him hiss. You feel your skin start to heat up, it can grows shiny with arousal and sweat.

“Yeah, yeah. Know ya do. I know ya wouldn’t take it so well if ya didn’t love me so much, yeah?”

His words make you melt. You throw your head back. Your noises of pleasure grow louder. His hand travels up to your breast, before he slaps your tit quickly. Color rushes to it. You yelp.

“Talk back to me, hon.’ Tell me how good it is. I fuck ya so good, right? Who else has ya like this?” He smacks your other tit.

“Yeah, yes sir. Only you. Only you, promise.” You open your eyes to make eye contact with him, his pupils fill. “You’re the best for me.”

His ego almost explodes.

“That’s right, that’s right-“ he grabs the back of your neck. “Ready to cum, cum all over my cock?”

[paranormal-taters]

I can see him from inside the coffee shop.

My phone kept overheating every time I put it in my windshield mount because the sun shines directly on it so I found another use for the mount.

[dalilacherie]

hiiiiii idk if ur still taking requests but if u are could u pls write a dally x male reader where the readers a curtis and dally and reader have been together for like a while but then somehow darry catches them together and so now they are dealing with the fallout of all that (i am so so sorry if that made no sense 😭)

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭

[𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: So uh... I'm alive!! 🥳 I have nothing to say for myself except that I'm lazy💀 anyways enjoy this story.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: idk- more than 1,000

I’m sittin’ on the old couch in the Curtis livin’ room, feet up on the coffee table, cigarette danglin’ between my lips. It’s quiet. The kind of quiet you don’t get too often around here. The boys are all out. Two-Bit, Johnny, and Pony are at the movies, and Darry, Steve, and Soda are at work. That just leaves me and Y/N.

"Don’t ya get bored when it’s this quiet?" Y/N asked, lookin' at me with those eyes of his that I never could resist. He always had a way of seein' right through me, even when I was tryin' to act tough.

I shrugged. "Nah, quiet’s good sometimes. Can think better without all that noise. Don’t you like it?"

He smiled, that small, easy smile he had that could make me feel like maybe not everything in this world was as screwed up as it seemed. "Yeah, I like it. It’s nice just bein' with you."

I didn’t say nothin' to that. I wasn’t good at the mushy stuff, never was. I’d rather just show him what I felt, not say it. So I reached over and ruffled his hair, messin' it up like I knew he hated, just to see him annoyed. He swatted my hand away, but he was grinnin'.

"Quit it, Dal. I just fixed it."

"Too bad," I said, leanin' back into the couch, stretchin' my legs out. "You look better with it all messed up, anyway.”

I glance over at him, sittin’ close by, almost leanin’ into me. He’s been my guy for a while now, not that we make a big show of it or nothin’. He’s just always been there, and I guess I’ve always been here too, though I ain’t one to stick around for much.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” I ask, flickin’ some ash into the ashtray. It’s one of those moments where I ain’t thinkin’ too much about what’s out there—what kinda trouble I could be gettin’ into. ‘Cause right now, I got what I need right here.

He shrugs a bit, like he does when he ain’t sure what to say. “Nothin’ much. Just… you.”

I smirk at that, pullin’ the cigarette from my mouth and blowin’ the smoke up toward the ceilin’. “Yeah? What ‘bout me?”

He turns his head, lookin’ me dead in the eyes. He’s always had this way of lookin’ at me, like he’s seein’ somethin’ more than just a no-good hood. Maybe he is, I dunno.

“I dunno,” he says, leanin’ back a little. “Just… how you’re always here, even when you say you’re not gonna be.”

“Guess I ain’t as bad as I like to think I am,” I mutter, leanin’ back against the cushions. I’m still gettin’ used to this whole thing, bein’ with someone who actually gives a damn. Most folks don’t. And hell, I’m used to it. Grew up that way, always lookin’ out for myself, ‘cause who else was gonna do it? But Y/N, he’s different. He makes me feel like maybe there’s somethin’ more out there than just fights and booze and dodgin’ the fuzz.

He shifts a bit closer, till his shoulder’s brushin’ against mine. He’s warm, real warm, and it’s kinda nice just sittin’ here with him, not havin’ to say nothin’ or do nothin’ to prove myself.

“Ya know,” I say, my voice a little quieter, “I ain’t used to this. Just sittin’ around, not doin’ nothin’. It’s kinda nice, though.”

He smiles, that soft, easy smile he’s always got, and it makes me feel somethin’ weird, like maybe I’m worth somethin’ more than just a cheap thrill or a quick fight. “Yeah, it is,” he agrees, settlin’ in closer, his head restin’ on my shoulder. “We don’t get much time like this.”

“Nah, we don’t,” I say, takin’ another drag off my cigarette before snuffin’ it out in the ashtray. I’m quiet for a minute, just listenin’ to him breathin’, the way his chest rises and falls against mine.

“I like bein’ with you, Y/N,” I say, the words comin’ out rougher than I meant ‘em to. I ain’t good at sayin’ stuff like this, but he deserves to hear it.

He looks up at me, those eyes of his all soft and understandin’. “I like bein’ with you too, Dal,” he says, reachin’ up to brush a hand through my hair, somethin’ he does when he thinks I’m not payin’ attention. But I always notice, even if I don’t say nothin’. “Payback” as he calls it.

“Yeah?” I say, leanin’ into his touch, feelin’ more relaxed than I have in a long time. “Glad to hear it, ‘cause I don’t plan on goin’ nowhere.”

He chuckles a bit, the sound low and warm, and it makes me feel somethin’ in my chest, somethin’ I don’t feel too often. “I didn’t think you would,” he says, settlin’ against me.

We sit there like that for a while, just enjoyin’ the quiet, enjoyin’ each other. And for once, I ain’t thinkin’ about what’s comin’ next, or what kinda trouble’s waitin’ for me out there. All I care about is right here, right now, with Y/N.

After a while, I reach over and grab the remote, flickin’ on the TV. There ain’t nothin’ good on, but I don’t care. It’s just background noise, somethin’ to fill the space while we sit here together. He shifts a bit, gettin’ more comfortable, and I pull him in closer, holdin’ him tight against me.

“Dal?” he mumbles after a while, his voice real soft, almost like he’s afraid to say what’s on his mind.

“Hm?” I reply, lookin’ down at him.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, his eyes meetin’ mine. “I know you got other places you could be, but… I’m glad you’re here with me.”

"You think they’ll be back soon?" Y/N asked.

I shrugged again, not really carin'. "Probably not for a while. They’re prob'ly goofin' off somewhere."

He nodded, lookin' thoughtful. Then he looked to me, somethin' serious in his eyes. "You know, Dal, you don’t always have to act so tough."

I stiffened. "What’re you talkin' about? I ain’t actin'. I am tough."

He gave me that look again, the one that said he wasn’t buyin' my bull. "I know you are. But you don’t have to be all the time, not with me."

I didn’t know what to say to that. He was right, and I hated that he was right, but I didn’t know how to be any other way. The streets didn’t teach you how to be soft, didn’t teach you how to let your guard down. But here I was, doin' just that with him, and it might've scared me more than any fight ever did.

Instead of sayin' anything, I just pulled him closer, wrappin' my arm around his shoulders. He rested his head on my chest, and I could feel his breath against my neck. It was real nice, feelin' like we didn’t have to say nothin' to understand each other. We just fit, like two pieces of a puzzle that made sense when they were together.

"Dally?" he murmured after a while.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice a little rougher than I meant it to be.

"You ever think about what it’d be like if we didn’t have to hide this? If everyone knew and didn’t care?"

I tensed up at that, the thought of it makin' me uneasy. "Don’t see much point in thinkin' 'bout it. Ain’t never gonna happen, Y/N. People don’t get us, don’t get me. They wouldn’t understand."

He was quiet for a bit, then he sighed. "I know. I just wish…"

I tightened my grip on him, hating how small his voice sounded. "Don’t worry 'bout it, alright? We’re good, just like this. Don’t need anyone else to get it long as we do."

He nodded against my chest, and I could feel him relaxin' again. We stayed like that for a long time, neither of us sayin' much, just enjoyin' bein' together without havin' to worry 'bout what anyone else thought.

I was startin’ to think we might actually get a whole night to ourselves. That was somethin’ that didn’t happen often, so I was gonna soak it up while I could. Y/N was leanin’ against me, his head on my chest, his breathin’ nice and steady. I had my arm wrapped around him, holdin’ him close, and I felt like maybe, just maybe, things were alright.

Then, the door creaked open.

I heard it before I saw him. The heavy footsteps, the way the air seemed to shift when he was around. I didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.

Darry Curtis.

He walked in like he owned the place, which I guess he did in a way, since it was his house and all. But right now, I wasn’t in the mood for him.

I glanced up, seein’ that look on his face. That one that said he wasn’t too pleased with what he was seein’. His brows were drawn together, his mouth set in a hard line, and his eyes? They were locked right on me.

“What the hell’s goin’ on here?” Darry asked, his voice low and controlled, but I could hear the edge to it. The kind that meant he was tryin’ real hard not to blow up.

“Nothin’,” I said, keepin’ my voice as casual as I could. I wasn’t gonna let him know he was gettin’ to me. “Just hangin’ out.”

“Doesn’t look like nothin’ to me,” he said, his eyes shiftin’ to Y/N, who was still leanin’ against me. I could feel Y/N tense up, probably knowin’ this was about to get ugly.

Darry crossed his arms over his chest, starin’ us down. “Y/N, mind explainin’ why you’re all over him like that?”

Y/N sat up a little, his face goin’ red. “We were just—”

“I know what you were doin’,” Darry cut him off, his voice sharper now. “And I don’t like it.”

I could feel my temper startin’ to rise. I wasn’t about to let Darry talk to him like that, not when he wasn’t doin’ nothin’ wrong. “Back off, Darry,” I said, my voice low. “Ain’t your business.”

Darry’s eyes snapped to mine, and for a second, I thought he might actually take a swing at me. He looked like he wanted to, at least. “It is my business,” he shot back, takin’ a step closer. “Y/N’s my kid brother. I ain’t lettin’ you screw him up like you screw up everything else.”

That stung more than I wanted to admit. I knew what folks thought of me. Hell, I didn’t care most of the time. But hearin’ it from Darry, with Y/N right there? That was a different story.

Y/N jumped to my defense before I could even say anythin’. “Darry, stop! You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“The hell I don’t!” Darry snapped, his eyes still locked on me. “I know exactly what I’m talkin’ about. Dallas Winston ain’t no good, Y/N. He’s a player, and he don’t give a damn ‘bout nothin’ but himself.”

“That ain’t true,” Y/N said, his voice firm, standin’ his ground. “Dally cares about me.”

Darry looked at him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearin’. “He might say he does now, but what happens when he gets bored? When he moves on to the next thing that catches his eye? You’re gonna be the one left pickin’ up the pieces.”

That was it. I couldn’t just sit there and let Darry tear me down like that, not in front of Y/N. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” I said, my voice steady, but there was a hard edge to it now. “I’m with him ‘cause I wanna be. Ain’t nobody gonna change that.”

Darry didn’t look convinced. “Yeah? We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Before I could say anythin’ else, Darry walked right over and plopped himself down between us on the couch, forcin’ me to scoot over. I could feel the heat risin’ in my face, my hands clenchin’ into fists. He knew what he was doin’. He was tryin’ to push me out, make it clear that Y/N was off-limits.

Y/N looked like he didn’t know what to do, caught in the middle of all this. He glanced over at me, his eyes filled with worry, but I gave him a small nod, tryin’ to let him know it was alright. But it wasn’t alright. Not by a long shot.

I didn’t like not bein’ able to touch him, not after we’d just been sittin’ so close, all comfortable and quiet. And now Darry was actin’ like he had to play the damn protector, like Y/N was some kid who couldn’t make his own choices.

“So, what’re we watchin’?” Darry asked, like nothin’ had just gone down. He reached for the remote, flickin’ through the channels.

Y/N was quiet, too quiet, and I could see how much this was botherin’ him. But what was I supposed to do? Darry wasn’t gonna listen to me, no matter what I said. And I didn’t wanna make things worse for Y/N, not when he was already caught in the middle of this mess.

But I wasn’t about to back down, either. I wasn’t gonna let Darry think he could just walk all over me, or over what Y/N and I had. So, I leaned back, crossin’ my arms over my chest, and glared at the TV. I wasn’t gonna give Darry the satisfaction of seein’ me lose my cool. But I wasn’t happy, and I knew Y/N could feel it too.

For a while, we just sat there in awkward silence, the TV flashin’ random shows that none of us were really watchin’. Every now and then, Darry would glance over at me, like he was checkin’ to see if I was gonna do somethin’. But I just sat there, my jaw clenched, tryin’ to keep it together.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, shovin’ my hands in my pockets, and looked down at Darry. “I’m gonna head out,” I said, my voice tight. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”

Darry just looked at me, not sayin’ anythin’. But there was a challenge in his eyes, like he was waitin’ to see what I’d do next. But I wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction of seein’ me snap. I wasn’t gonna let him win.

I glanced over at Y/N, who looked up at me with those eyes that always seemed to know what I was thinkin’. I gave him a small nod, lettin’ him know it was alright, even if it didn’t feel that way.

[literallydamienrhone]

31 Days of Pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Day 3: Sam x Milo

♡Sam x Milo

Pan x Pan

Enemies to Lovers

"It's not nice to stare pup." I dunno if it was the sarcasm or that damn fine southern accent, but he was pissin' me off.

"There's worse things I could be doin to ya."

"Oh is that so? Go on then, show me, pup." So damn condescendin'. That's not the weirdest part bout this shit though. Somewhere in my head I was startin' to like it, and that's a desire I'm not far from satiatin'.

I gripped the collar of his red flannel, so hard I swear my knuckles could've turned as pale as his skin. Pressing him against the shitty brick wall in this filthy alley, our faces so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

"That all you got?" So fuckin smug, I hated it. Hate. Hate doesn't fuel the thoughts runnin through my head, the visions of how it'd go if I caved. If I tasted the ecstacy danglin right in front of me, like a carrot in front of a donkey. A dog with a bone.

"You're unbearable." And with that our hands took in every piece of skin they could reach, burying our fingertips in each other’s hair, lips taking in each other’s kiss.

"If I'm so unbearable why are you practically droolin' hm?"

"Fuck you."

"You're very welcome to do so, darlin'"

[mentalnote1]

Hell Hath No Fury ~ Poetry

I bite my nails and stretch my neck hoping for a glimpse of compassion

~~~

I've rationed anger my love and affection

I've placed each betrayal filed away neatly in my mental collection

~~~

We came and we went

Trusting an illusion

~~~

Cloaked and masked as a love transfusion

~~~

Still bruised and lost in these contusions

Binge eating rage and misunderstood confusion

~~~

As he looked past me with shame

Danglin love like a carrot

Lost playing this dangerous game

~~~

I ask God for forgiveness for the Unforgivable

The unthinkable

~~~

I stare at our blood-stained sheets

His eyes blank with fear

And I know

~~~

Heaven is not my final destination

And I pray

For repentance 

~~~

PSA: I do not condone violence/domestic violence of any sort this is only poetry ❤️‍🩹

[therabbitsbackdoor]

present the chart of all the horror sillies from my fav ai (ish) medias (damn you qu id be able to just say ai u fleshy flesh flesh)

list is (starting at top going clockwise)

prophet- vintage 8, yt (sinkhole and itch)

oracle- vintage 8, yt (oracle project and human trials)

AM- ihnmaims, book/video game/radio thing

The Qu- all tomorrows, book (audiobook on yt)

Gravitals- all tomorrows, book (audiobook on yt)

also why does nobody talk about how Am gave Benny a horsecock because he was gay, Like tf goin on in ur head broski

look up the handflappers all tomorrow’s if u dont know the qu’s one (honestly every post human species just has it danglin out)

also also i need someone to write a fic about oracle and Am meeting PLEASEEE

[wrathfuldissonance]

16.What’s one thing mun does that you’re grateful for?  

 17. What is one thing you wish mun would let you do?

(Garth and Enkidu!)

{ Mun & Muse questions | Accepting | @captastrophe }

16.What’s one thing mun does that you’re grateful for?  

"Somethin' I'm grateful fer... Uh... Well, anywhere's better'n back home was, y'know? An' bein' a Servant's got some benefits. And danglin' spoilers in front of old me an' watchin' him get pissy 'bout it is funny too."

"I believe the concept is currently called 'two cakes'." You're thinking of two hotdogs. "That, then."

17. What is one thing you wish mun would let you do?

Looks down at self. Looks back up at camera. "Can I have my not being a teenager privileges back? Pretty please?"

"Hm... I do think he should write some of the drabbles he's been meaning to. Or finish the art piece he started of my Caster variant."

[tayla-babygirl-000]

Fuck, I’m collared—yeah, a real leash around my neck, all cute, tuggin’ at my throat, and Bull’s holdin’ it, smirkin’ like he owns me.

My hubby’s such a lil cuck, always moanin’ about our boring exclusive monogamous sex, beggin’ to see me get fucked, and now he’s gonna get it—way more than he can handle. I’m blonde, tiny, with these pert, full tits bouncin’ free, no top to hide ‘em, my pink nipples hard and pokin’ out for everyone to see. My ass is tight, barely covered by the strappy bikini bottom, wigglin’ with every step as Bull parades me down the street. My hair’s all messy, blue eyes wide and needy, and I’m bitin’ my lip, so turned on.

Bull texted him earlier—“Hey, cuck, your wife’s mine tonight. Find us if you can, but you ain’t touchin’ her 😏.” He’s draggin’ me out in public, downtown, where people can see—cars honkin’, guys whistlin’, some chick even gasps as my tits jiggle past. My pussy’s soaked, drippin’ down my thighs, and I’m shakin’, half-scared, half-crazy for it. “You’re such a slutty lil pet,” Bull growls, yankin’ the leash, and I stumble forward, nipples achin’ in the cool air. I whimper, “Oh, um, yes, sir,” all sub, my voice high and shaky, and my heart clenches, wantin’ him to use me right here, right now.

He’s got a plan—bigger than the bar idea. He’s sellin’ raffle tickets on the street, hollerin’, “Fuck this hottie, ten bucks a pop!” My cuck’s out there somewhere, searchin’, but the stakes are higher now—Bull’s got buddies posted up, watchin’ for him, ready to block him if he gets close. “He can watch, but no touchin’,” Bull laughs, and my clit throbs, knowin’ my hubby’s gonna see me get wrecked and can’t do shit. First up’s Bull—he bends me over a bench, right on the sidewalk, my ass up, tits danglin’, nipples scrapin’ the edge. He yanks my bikini bottom down, exposin’ my pussy, pink and wet, and thrusts in raw, deep, stretchin’ me wide. I’m moanin’, loud, people starin’, my tits bouncin’ with every slam, my thighs quakin’, and I’m cumming fast, squirtin’ around his cock, screamin’, “Yes, sir please."

Every 30 minutes, he draws a ticket—random dudes step up, one after another, fuckin’ me on that bench, my pussy gapin’, drippin’ cum, my tits swingin’ free, nipples red and sore from the air and the grabbin’. Eight guys total, four hours straight, and I’m out of mind—sweaty, pantin’, my ass red from slaps, my pussy raw and swollen, but I’m beggin’ for more, “Please, sir, fuck me harder,” all dumb and wanton, collared like a pet. My cuck finally finds us, eyes buggin’ out, dick hard in his pants, but Bull’s crew grabs him, holds him back, forcin’ him to watch from the crowd 😣. “Look at your happy slut wife,” Bull taunts, and I giggle, “Yeah, um, for you, sir,” my cunny grippin’ around the next guy’s cock, lovin’ how helpless my hubby is, how owned I am.

My cuck’s bully bull runnin’ the show. “Good girl,” Bull whispers, tuggin’ my leash, and I’m droolin’, my clit pulsin’, cumming again, knowin’ my hubby’s watchin’, jerkin’ off, cryin’ while I’m fucked silly by strangers😍

[lulucifer-s-husband]

Edward,,, your arm is danglin around,,,

At least he seems happy ....for now.