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broareweabouttoviberightnow · 59 minutes ago

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I just saw you were taking requests! :D Lately, I've been obsessing over Buck's and Dally's relationship. Do you think you could write something about them? Preferably a sickfic/whump, but no worries if not.

@fefe-the-cat I HOPE THIS DOES YOU JUSTICE!!! This is where I kinda admit I've never thought much about Dally 'n Buck but this was fun to explore!! TYSM for the ask!!! fic below the cut!!

CW: mentions of vomit and throwing up!! nothing graphic!!

Dallas rolls over, grabs the bucket he'd stolen from the shed 'n brings up the only thing left in his stomach: bile. Waves of nausea roll over him, causin' his shoulders to buck 'n his elbows to buckle from where he's tryin' to hold his weight. He lets himself collapse face down on the bed, buryin' his face in his sheets.

Shit.

He doesn't know why he thought he'd be over this by now. Glory, kill him now. He'd felt like shit yesterday mornin' when he'd woken up thrown unceremoniously into the back bedroom at Buck's. He hadn't been surprised, per say. Wakin' up at Buck's almost certainly meant he'd gotten piss drunk the previous night without one of the gang to drag his sorry ass back to Darry. He'd chalked the sickness in his stomach and heaviness in his limbs to forgettin' to stop before the tequila shooters.

That had become a harder beleif to hold as he crawled into bed last night feelin' worse then when he'd started. By the time he woke up this mornin' heavin' dinner he'd accepted it.

He finally stops chokin' on nothin' 'n sits up and against the wall. He was beginnin' to really regret not just draggin' his ass to the Curtis' place. But he didn't want to do that to Darry. He wasn't that selfish. If he wound up on their porch with the bug he'd pass it to Pony who would give it to Soda, would pass it over to Steve who'd hot potato it to Johnny and it would swiftly wind up with Two and finish out strong with Darry. Sickness made the ranks of the gang like clockwork.

No, he was determined to figure this one out himself. He'd be fine.

Dallas dragged his head off the mattress, instantly heavin' again. Fuck, how Darry could take care of all six of them without losin' his mind was beyond Dallas.

A knock pounds on the door and Dallas runs a hand over his mouth to wipe away the bile, scrubs over his face, pushes back his hair. "I'm not runnin' the fuckin' ponies today, Buck, piss off."

He's not necessarily surprised when, instead of retreatin', the door flies open. Not shocked but still irate. Buck stands in the doorway lookin' pissed as all get out before he gets a good look at Dallas. He softens instantly, cockin' one eyebrow.

"You look like shit." Dallas rolls flat onto his back, stares at the celin'.

"Gee, thanks." He pushes himself to sit when Buck doesn't leave. "Fuck off, I'm fine." Buck rolls his eyes. Well, that was new. Usually, when Dallas told him to get lost he'd mutter about some fuckin' kid who thought he could order his grown ass around 'n then promptly get lost.

"Move over." Buck crosses the room in three strides, not that it was impressive, the room was practically a renovated closet. Dallas was more amused with the fact it took him that many.

"Buck, leave me alone. I feel like shit, I'm not runnin' those fuckin' horses." Dallas squeezes his eyes shut 'n bites down hard to keep his teeth from chatterin'.

"Yeah, no shit." He nearly jumps out of his skin when Buck's hand comes down on his forehead. He snaps his eyes open again, bats his hand away.

"Buck, get the hell out of here, would ya?" He tries again. Buck pulls the cig that's burnin' down to nothin' from his mouth, stamps it out on the bottom of his boot, and tosses it out the open window. He reaches over 'n wiggles it shut. "I wanted that open." Dallas shoots him a glare even though he was gonna close it himself the second he got the man out of his room.

"That's probably why you got sick to start with. Close the fuckin' windows in winter, why doncha?" He rolls his eyes and sounds too much like Darry for comfort. Dallas kicks him in the thigh.

"I'm not sick." Buck actually laughs in his face.

"Sure. Do you vomit on the weekends for fun now?" He kicks the bucket Dallas dropped to the floor. Dallas glares at him. "Look, I'll go get that Darry guy, he can come scrape you off the ground." Buck goes to walk out 'n Dallas snags a hand around his wrist quick as quick.

"Leave Darry out of this." Buck stops, fixes him with a stare. "I don't want him to worry or nothin'."

Well. That wasn't the answer Buck had expected.

"Fine." He shakes Dallas' hand off 'n Dally lets it drop to the bed. "But I'm not gonna let you die in my back room. Bad for business." Dallas rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. Buck disappears into the hall, returns with a thermometer.

"I don't need that shit. I'm fine." Buck shoots him an incredulous look Dallas pointedly ignores.

"I don't really care if you think you don't need it. Either you're openin' up for it to I'll get Darry down here to open your mouth for you." Dallas scowls as Buck plays the only card in his hand. He wasn't sure what Darry Curtis had on the rabid dog that was Dallas Winston but whatever it is, does the trick. Dallas leans over 'n snatches the thermometer, shovin' it into his mouth. "Now keep it there. God knows it'll be hard since you can't ever seem to keep your mouth shut." Dallas shoots him a glare 'n he doesn't need words to convey how close he is to kickin' Buck's ass. Buck just grins.

After a long minute, Buck plucks the glass from Dallas' mouth 'n checks the readin'. He lets out a long, low whistle. "Holy shit, kid."

Dallas momentarily stops scowlin' 'n Buck swears he hasn't seen the vulnerable look on his face since Dallas was fourteen 'n rollin' into Tusla with an accent so strong you couldn't understand a damn thing he said and the hunted look of someone much, much older.

"I think you're out for the count, kid." Dallas is still so focused on the red line he forgets to be agitated with Buck for callin' him a kid. Buck puts one hand on his chest 'n pushes him back down to the pillows.

"What does it say?" Dallas puts up a decent, three-second fight before he goes white 'n grabs for the bucket. Buck worries his lip, runs a hand up the kid's back.

"Says you're sick, dumbass." Buck sighs, stands up once Dallas shoulders stop shakin'.

"Don't go." Dallas' hand snakes out again, this time fingers diggin' deep into Buck's wrist. He freezes, takes in Dallas' gaunt face, his sudden desperation.

"I'm not goin'. I'm gettin' you a glass of water since you've been yackin' nothin' since yesterday." Dallas hesitates a moment 'n Buck doesn't try to pry his fingers off.

"Fine. But don't you dare come back here with medicine. I won't take none of that nasty shit." Buck rolls his eyes and crosses back to the door.

"You'll take whatever I want you to so I don't have to have the cops carry your skinny ass out of here in a body bag." Buck pretends he doesn't see the middle finger Dallas throws as he leaves the room.

When he comes back the kid is suddenly much more subdued than he was when Buck left. Buck deposits the shot glass of cold syrup and water on the nightstand.

"What is it, kid?" Dallas leans back against the wall, pulls his knees up to his chest.

"Buck, am I gonna die?" And the question jars Buck so hard he chokes on whatever he was gonna say.

"Are you gonna what?" Dallas turns the full force of his cold, ice eyes to Buck.

"Die." He deadpans.

"What the hell made you think some little cold is gonna knock off the unkillable Dallas Winston?" Buck smooths a strand of white blonde hair from his forehead. He knows he must really be feelin' whatever bug he's caught when he doesn't fight it at all.

"I dunno. I don't get sick. Last time was... New York." He trails off, buries his head down in his knees. He doesn't need to clarify what he means.

"Yeah, well." Buck picks up the glass, forces it into Dally's hands. "This time you got people lookin' out for you. Ain't no stupid bug gonna kill you, kid."

Dallas takes the cup, swallows a tentative sip. "I guess."

"Look. You're tired. You're half delirious if the nonsense you're spittin' says anythin'. Just try to go to sleep. You'll wake up feelin' better." Buck takes the water, swaps it for the shot glass of medicine. Dallas knocks it back like he shoots vodka- makin' a face 'n then pretendin' he enjoyed it.

He eases Dallas back onto the bed, decides fuck it, the kid was as much Darry's problem as he'd once been Buck's. A million years ago. He'd call him once he got the kid down.

Dallas' eyes flicker shut, blonde lashes fannin' across his cheeks. Buck smooths his hair back one final time, pulls the blanket up 'n over him.

He's nearly out of the room when he hears Dalla's hoarse mutter. "What is it, kid?"

"Thanks, Buck. For everythin'." Buck isn't sappy or nothin' 'n if you asked he'd swear he had no idea what you were dreamin' up. But if he wipes a tear off his cheek as he pulls the door closed, well, it was deserved. He had a soft spot in his heart for that stupid kid. Sue him.

#AH!#ive never written a sicfic before!!#this was fun!!#tormenting my rat son by giving him ppl who care about him #(hes fine he doesnt need that)#(hes a liar)#hope you enjoyed!!!#cw vomit #cw throwing up #sickfic #dallas winston #buck merrill #the outsiders #darry curtis #my writing #writers on tumblr

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tsireyqs · 2 years ago

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ivy ✧

pairing: jake sully x afab! reader

summary: reader is a gifted healer in the clan, daughter of mo'at and older sister of neytiri. jake knows that she's steadily carving a space for herself in his heart. quick glances and brush of hands almost make him forget that she's promised to another.

a/n: rah! she’s heeeereeee! this one’s a little smutty sooo this part will be 18+ only!! i only really skimmed over this so if you see any mistakes, no you did not.

part one!

“I’m not here to jump your bones if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jake jokes and taps the spot next to him, beckoning you to sit.

You roll your eyes and inch forward. Plopping down next to him, you dip your feet into the pond and twist your fingers into the grass below you. “So,” you say, dragging out the vowel.

“So,” he repeats. Jake nudges his shoulder with yours before he gives you a half smile, “I missed you.”

“I see you everyday.” you crinkle your nose.

“You know what I mean.”

You look at Jake in the corner of her eye and you ignore the burning in your chest. You didn’t know why he still made you so nervous. Perhaps it was because you have barely spoken to him ever since you were engaged. You always wanted to know what he was thinking. What he thinks about now that he’s a whole different world. What he thinks about while you’re apart. What he thinks about as he travels with him. What he thinks about you. If he thinks about you.

After your friendship with him dwindled over the few months, you had wondered if he held any resentment towards you. Now that it was just you and him, sitting and listening to the sounds of the forest, you couldn’t help the queasiness that crept up in your tummy.

Jake drew his lower lip between his teeth. You notice his pointed ears droop down and his mouth open as if he was going to say something. But you beat him to it, “Surprised Ninat actually let you out of her sight.” you tease.

He shook his head, “We’re not… like that.”

You twist the grass in between your fingers, each blade tickling your palm as you give him a sideways glance, “So you’re friends?”

“I guess,” Jake shrugs, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. “What’s got you so interested?”

“My sister told me Ninat is rather fond of you,” you tsk. Leaning back on your hands, you tilt your head to him. “Shocked how you couldn’t notice.”

“Maybe I was too distracted with something else,”

You purse your lips. “Like what?”

“Like you.” His voice is light, shifting in his spot to sit closer to you.

“Right.” You tip your head back, listening to the wind whistle around you as you bask in the moonlight and your eyes flutter shut, “Poor girl, Ninat, seems like you’re egging her on, don’t you think?”

“Y/N,”

“Jake.”

He deflates, his ears pin against the thick of his hair and a huff escapes his lips, “You said we could talk”

“We are talking, are we not?” You retort, peeking an eye open.

“You’re frustrating.” he rolls his eyes, “Does Awtu know you’re here?”

“Does Ninat?” you counter.

“Like I said we’re not-”

“He thinks I’m with Neytiri.” you interrupt. Sitting up straighter now, your tail flicks behind you aggressively. “Wonder what he would think if he found us out… he’d probably burn this whole forest to the ground.”

“Us,” he repeats. “Is there an us?”

Your eyes narrow and frustration bubbles up in your chest. “You tell me.”

An all too familiar wrinkle made its way in between your brows and Jake fought the urge to rub it away. With a clenched jaw, his eyes bore into yours, “You’re the one that’s engaged here,”

“Only because you were too much of a coward to ask me first.”

Jake’s shoulders drop, his tail gently taps behind him. Twisting his body, now sitting directly in front of you, his knees brushing against yours as his mind scrambles. The very tips of his fingers trail over the stripes of your thigh and he catches your hand in his.

The new silence makes you dizzy and your stomach turns as he holds his five fingered hand flat against your four. You eye the way his fingers lay flush against yours and suddenly, you’re hyper aware of your differences. Tugging your hand away before Jake grasps your wrist, guiding you to his chest and you are frozen. His movements were so gentle, yet you didn’t dare to meet his eyes. Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest, your tail anxiously swishing behind you.

He takes two of your fingers, dragging them across the scar that taints the skin of his collarbone and you’re reminded of your stolen moments months ago. Your cheeks flush a magenta hue and your eyes are fixed on the scar.

Jake releases your hand, but your fingers linger and his heart pangs in his chest. He had never seen you look so vulnerable. The mighty daughter of Tsahik, the one who commanded every room with such bravery. The one who walks with her head high and speaks with her words firm. Beneath the rigid exterior, she was all just a girl. A girl who carried the Clan and duties so closely to her heart.

He lets his eyes flutter shut as he takes in the feeling of your fingers against skin, his chest raising and falling with a huff, “I wanted to kiss you then,” his voice was just above a whisper.

You lean forward instinctively before your forehead presses against Jake’s, “You should have,” you trail, your breath is hot on his lips as you speak, “Only then?”

“Not only then. Now, too.” Jake shakes his head, his nose brushing against yours.

“I fear that,” your lashes tickle Jake’s cheeks as your eyes slide shut, your lips ghost the corner of his mouth and you sigh. “I fear that if we decide to press on with this, I won’t be able to stop,”

His hand holds yours flat against his chest, your ears fluttering as you feel his heart thump rapidly beneath your palm. “You feel that?” he whispers, “It beats for you.”

Your thumb rubs into his skin. The combination of his hand on yours and the close proximity made you feel like you were floating, heat burning deep within your chest and his words echoes in your ears.

“I have a duty to fulfill, I am the future of our Clan. If I am unable to live up to my own potential, then the years I have dedicated connecting to our Great Mother means nothing. And with that, I am nothing-- a burden amongst the people.”

Jake’s hands travel to cup your cheeks and forces you to look at him, “Every burden that plagues your heart and every worry that clouds your mind, let me help you carry it. You’re it for me, even if our fates were not meant to cross. When we’re here, just you and me, I’m yours. Even every moment after, my heart is yours.” he presses a kiss to your nose, “It always will be.”

“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” you say, kissing his thumb as it swipes over your lips.

He traces your cheekbone softly, moving some locks that had fallen into your face and he looks at you carefully. Jake could feel you melting under the contact. Then, he hooks your chin and presses a kiss to your lips, “As long as I have you now.”

The kiss was delicate, light enough for you to pull back if you wanted to. But you sought comfort in it, your ears slump back and your heart jumps. You didn’t hesitate to press firmer into his lips, your smaller hands holding his face in place.

Every emotion bundled over the months is poured into the kiss. Jake’s arms wrap around your waist securely, pressing you flush against him as you hand travels down, mapping out the expanse of his skin. Your tail coils around his waist when he takes your lower lip between his teeth.

His hands are firm on the small of your back as he gently guides you to lay on the patch of grass beneath you. And it was only then he decided to break the kiss, his lips gliding down your hot skin as he peppers kisses. He holds you down by your hips to keep you from squirming while his tongue traces your physique, taking his time appreciate this moment with you.

You weave your fingers through his hair as your other hand guides him to the straps of your top. He hooked a finger into fabric, slowly discarding it from your body and his eyes burn into your exposed chest. A content smile plays on your lips as he cups them, squeezing just light enough to rouse a reaction out of you.

Jake rolls your nipple under his tongue and smiles against your chest when your legs squeeze his hips. His mouth travels lower, nipping gently-- careful enough to not leave any marks. Making his way down your abdomen, his teeth pulls the fabric of your loincloth down your legs and his mouth salivates at the sight of your bare cunt. His lips ghosts a kiss over your puffy clit before his tongue trails to collect the wetness coating your inner thighs.

A soft sigh leaves your lips and you pull at his hair, “Not now, need to feel you, please.” you whine, gently tugging him from between your legs.

“I finally have you to myself, let me take my time with you,” Jake tsks, leaving sloppy kisses down your thigh.

You huff, hooking your leg over his torso before you flip him over. His eyes widen as you do so and his hands grips your hips to keep you steady on his lap. A rattling moan leaves his throat as your wet cunt drags against his clothed cock, his brows pinching together and he throws his head back, “Fuck.”

You rock your hips against him, breathy pants fall out of your lips and you flatten your hands against his chest for leverage. You feel him clutch at your hips gently guiding you back and forth, your legs squeezing him involuntarily when you feel his cock pulse between your folds.

Fingering at the hem of his loincloth, you pull it from his body, “Off, need this off now.” He nods in response, lifting his hips to help you tug the fabric down his legs. You choke on a breath as he exposes himself to you and you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm, “So pretty,” you whisper, your hips never stilling over his cock.

His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, gently parting them as he dips it into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you suck around his thumb and he smiles up at you, his fangs peering over his lips, “Says you.”

You giggle, placing a final kiss to his hand. Carefully, you use a hand to guide him to your entrance and your eyes flicker up to him, wordlessly asking if he was sure. He looks up at you through the haze, eyes lidded and pupils clouded with lust, Jake nods and his hip buck up.

Sinking down on his length, you hiss at the stretch and your nails dig into his chest. Jake rubs up and down soothingly over the curve of your waist, allowing you to adjust to the size when you were fully seated on him; his cock as deep as he could go.

Your warm cunt evades his senses and he rolls his hips in pleasure, his canines digging into his bottom lip. His eyes burns a trail over your body, watching how you react to him. The moonlight hits your features so perfectly in this moment, he burns the image into his mind because he doesn’t know when he’ll see you like this next.

His hand kneads your fleshy hips, his fingers dance over your skin before he rolls your clit gently with his thumb. A breath hitches in Jake’s throat when you suddenly slam your hips against him and he groans shamelessly. Never disconnecting from you, he gently rolls you over so he’s on top of you now. His fingers tangle with yours as he peppers delicate kisses to your cheeks, his arms caging your head.

His pace is taut but languid, allowing himself to worship you at his own leisure. The pretty cries that escapes your lips only encourages him, and his mouth finds yours to press kisses to your yearning lips.

Your arms hook under his and your hands cradle the back of his head while he kisses you. Legs tightening around his waist as his cock prods at the spot in your pussy that sent you into a daze and he swallows your moans. You arch up into him and he hooks his arm around your back, the new angle makes you putty in his hold.

The kiss turns sloppy when he feels you clench around him and he rasps out a moan of your name against your lips, “Can feel you getting close, sweetheart. You can cum whenever you want.” he mewls.

The warmth in your tummy overwhelms you, writhing and babbling as you finally feel your orgasm wash over you. Your nails sink into his muscled back as he fucks you through your high and you swore you were seeing stars.

Jake quickly pulls out of you when he feels the coil of pleasure unwind and he hunches over you, his hand pumping his cock with quick, sticky sounds. He leans down to kiss you again, rubbing the head of his length into your sensitive clit and he swallows your cries from the overstimulation.

He cums in heavy, lurching twitches across your tummy and it spills over his fist. A groan rips out of his throat as his body shakes and you litter kisses into his shoulder, your fingers rubbing soothing circles into his back.

When you finally regain your breath, Jake rolls onto his side and pulls you into him. His heart beat seemed to mirror your own as you nuzzle your face into his chest, your lips kissing every scar and every scratch that tainted his skin. He gently grabs hold of your face, placing a fragile kiss to your lips and he smiles against you when he feels your fingers trace the stripes on his sides.

In this moment, it was just you and him in the only place where he could selfishly, lavishly and truly call you his.

a/n: sauuur i queued this while i’m away at work again so prob won’t see any notifs until i get get hooooome but! i hope y’all liked it was much as i did! this little two part story have been like my babie fr

….. also

“i’m not here to jump your bones” lying ass bitch LMAO

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