#curtis and honey playing around

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

So I haven't been able to write lately, but these are some of my Curtis and Honey thoughts today-

Honey coming over dressed up in a sundress Curtis bought her in Florida and catching him all sweaty and dirty while working on his car

Everyone files to the backyard where the cookout is about to happen

Curtis is about to go change and clean up real quick but Honey is like wait a sec

Double checking they are alone, she pushes him against the door leading out back, basically using him as a barricade to keep anyone barging in.

Dropping to her knees while undoing his belt so quick that Curtis is still trying to catch up when she kisses over his belly and down till she can wrap her mouth on him

And the goal is quick and dirty so he takes right over.and fucks her mouth hard.

He knows his girl wants him to take over and get off before they are interrupted.

Which almost happens when Claude jingles the handle.

Curtis very firmly saying she needs to get lost.

Honey pulling off after finishing and smirks at his snappy reaction.

Later after she rejoins the group outside and Curtis actually cleaned up

He's teasing her with light touches on the.back of her neck, kisses and wandering hands disguised as hugs will she's squirming.

When it's dark outside, he sneaks her to the back of the large tree that has the treehouse and pins her between him, getting in his own quickie with her.

They muffle each other giggling, finishing her with asking him if he takes all the girls to the treehouse

And he claims she's the first one since his first kiss with his neighbor when he was nine.

[anifever]

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..

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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

[lizzy019]

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 she 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...

[mrschristensen]

Sam + Scott as Twins...

I know I haven't posted before, so... Hi! I wanted to possibly start writing on here, and see if anyone liked it. However, I will start by saying I don't write for specific people, I usually just write without "reader" or I write with my OC. I thought I'd just give it a try and see where it goes. So I hope you enjoy! <3

WARNINGS: female (the person who's getting fucked; not "y/n" or "reader" but you can imagine it), porn w no plot, no "established" relationship (until the end), incest (ish?), p in v, oral (m receiving), heavy mentions of breeding (+ birth control mentioned), creampie, degradation/dirty talk, praise, spanking/impact play, slight nipple play, backshots, pet names (baby, princess, honey, slut), aftercare, lmk if I missed any!

WC: 1,069 (haha 69)

"So you really are into both of us," SAM taunts as he drills into her from behind, making her lose his brother's dick from her mouth. He smirks victoriously as SCOTT grunts in frustration, yanking her upper body closer to him. His twin doesn't let that slide, however, gripping her hips even tighter and basically slamming her into him. Her cries of both pleasure and pain were music to his ears, smacking her ass and kneading it to watch it jiggle.

"Jus' lemme at least get the fucking tip in," SCOTT says with a hint of irritation, having to move forward himself now to get closer to her oh so heavenly face.

"How do her tits look?" Sam asks as he relentlessly continues his assault on her cunt, completely ignoring his brother's complaints. He was blinded by his drive for release and pure lust.

"Can't really see 'em from this angle," he replies, tapping her cheek with his throbbing cock head, signaling her to open her mouth.

SAM smacks her ass even harder, making her whine loudly at the feeling of the cold rings on his fingers colliding with her skin. "Arch your back more, slut," he commands, "wanna let him see those gorgeous tits all on display, hm?"

She does as she's told, holding onto SCOTT for dear life now. Her breasts bounced with each erratic thrust, taking at least half of his length as he moved forward a tad bit more, his eyes glued to her.

"That's it, good girl," he groans in praise, his hands tangling in her hair. "Make me feel so good."

"Look at you," SAM growls in her ear, bending down to her current position as he continues to pound her, "so pretty, all for us. Who knew you were such a naughty girl? Taking both of us at the same time..."

"And doing a damn good job at it," SCOTT pants, thrusting into her mouth at the same pace as his brother. Tears started to well up in her eyes, too far gone in pleasure to care.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," SCOTT warns, his movements becoming sloppier and more desperate.

"Hold on, 'm almost there," SAM says quickly, increasing his pace impossibly faster, making her moan and create noises of pleasure around his brother's cock. The vibrations got him even closer, knowing he can't hold on for much longer.

"She's close too, can feel it," SAM laughs, grabbing one of her tits and rolling the nipple between his fingers, "taking my cock so good. You gonna milk it, baby? Milk it for all my cum?"

She nods frantically, kissing SCOTT'S tip a few quick times before he shoves his member back into her mouth.

"Gonna be so full, huh?" SCOTT chimes in, smirking a bit.

"Fuck yeah she is," his brother replies, pounding her cunt even harder, "wish she didn't take that stupid birth control. Coulda made her a mommy."

Her walls clench at his dirty words, and he notices quite quickly. "You want that, huh? You want me to get you pregnant with my baby?" he chides, feeling on the brink of release. He could cum from just the thought. "Yeah you do, grippin' me like a fuckin' vice." He looks up at SCOTT. "She prolly wants to get swollen with our baby."

They both smirk at each other, keeping it in mind for another time.

"C'mon, princess," SCOTT encourages, "we're cumming together."

They both keep a fast pace as her muffled mewls are barely heard around his dick, and all three of them climax at the same time, both her pussy and her throat getting pumped with seed.

"Yes!" SAM grunts, both boys tilting their heads back in pleasure, slowly continuing to thrust.

After they come down from their highs, they look down at their girl below them, and the absolute mess her cunt made. Her and SAM'S thighs and some of his abdomen was drenched, as was the floor below. She definitely squirted. Just the simple fact that they brought her that pleasure just made them want to have a round two. But not now.

"Fuck, that was better than I thought it'd be," SCOTT pants, pulling out of her mouth gently and tilting her head up, her teary eyes meeting his blue. "You okay, love?"

She nods slowly, dazed by her intense orgasm, "Yeah... 'm okay."

He smiles a bit, leaning down to kiss her, tasting a slight it of his cum in her mouth.

Reluctantly, SAM pulls out and spreads her cheeks with his thumbs, watching his cum drip from her insides. The sight turned him on even more.

"Don't think I've ever came that much in my life," he comments with a deep chuckle, looking at his brother, "grab a plug from the drawer."

When she heard his words, her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't oppose it. She was on birth control, after all.

SCOTT grabbed a plug, one with a nice, shiny gem on it, and tossed it to SAM, who used his fingers to scoop up and fuck the cum back into her hole.

Still sensitive, she whined and bucked her hips, but he kept her in place, and SCOTT returned right in front of her, bringing her face up once more to keep her bent over for his brother.

"Shh, it's okay," he shushed, tracing her jawline as SAM finished his work and slowly inserted the plug into her pussy.

"You probably feel so good right now," he says with a snicker, bringing her up so now her back is against his chest. "Took us like a champ."

She hummed in content with a small, tired smile, resting her head on his chest as well. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, and SCOTT came in and lifted her by the legs, causing her to yelp.

The two of them just held her there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow together before laying down on the bed with her.

SAM massages her hips as she clings onto him, and SCOTT embraces her from behind, stroking her hair, all while they both give her kisses along her body.

"Wish this could last forever," she says quietly, sighing. The two boys then look at each other, and nod; they knew they wanted this too.

They lean in a bit more, their lips brushing against her ears. "Then let's make it last forever."

(sorry if this was bad!)

[ronearoundblindly]

https://www.tiktok.com/@yeuyeutp/video/7417104012320754977?_t=8pwVPUhpxbq&_r=1

I thought this is so cute! Which Cevans characters are letting you swatch your makeup on them? I can already tell with characters like Lloyd, he’s gonna be like ‘fuck that shit’ 😭😂 Ransom is gonna whine like he always does for sure ‘Why are you putting this sparkly shit on me 😡🤬’

Link here. Sorry this took so long, but I finally got the inspiration to answer this one while sifting through asks! Warning for an f-bomb or two. No, it was not avoidable. We shall call this the "Black Friday Shopping Edition" of Who Would...

James Mace

Honestly finds it all useless and dumb. Thinks you're beautiful without all this sh*t on your face. Abhors glitter and will riot if you get it on him at any time. Rants about all the plastic packaging and how it's bad for the environment.

Curtis Everett

He cannot believe the prices. Curtis is incapable of walking around the store without pointing out this $25 thing that's--turns tube over--"POINT FIVE FLUID OUNCES?! Honey, just no."

You strategically stand in front of the $45 products while nudging him out of the store. Come back alone or with a friend. Curtis is not your man for this.

Jimmy Dobyne

Fucking no. Not for the same reasons as Mace and Curtis though. Jimmy thinks you look magnificent when you do your makeup (he doesn't prefer it, mind, but he appreciates the final result) but has zero interest in knowing how the sausage is made. You go shop. You take your time in the bathroom or at the mirror. He isn't there for those stages.

Johnny Storm

Antsy. Fiddles around testing out the skin and haircare stuff for men. Bit obsessed with colognes. Needs to know you're opinion on what suits him. He will let you swatch on his hand and arm but will not necessary stay put while you make your decisions. Possibly spends more money than you sometimes. Definitely tries new products more than you do, not really searching for his favorite or the best, just like new and is a product whore.

Jake Jensen

Jake, my beloved, is fascinated by the various textures and tries to spot the super subtle color differences. He's always genuine about which things he prefers--hates sticky textures--and wants you to feel as lovely as he finds you all the time. Jake will even clean up his arm then start over to swatch your top choices beside each other, remembering which brand and colors they were. He is wildly amused by the names of lipsticks and nail polishes specifically. He kinda wants that job.

Lloyd Hansen

Loudly announces what will make you look whorish, the asshole. Everything is described as looking nice while you cry from how good he's fucking you or looking hot smeared on your face and his dick. Doesn't give a shit about price or whatever; he's not paying for it.

Ari Levinson

He's distracted but around. Follows you casually. Will answer questions and give his opinion when prompted. Has too much hair to swatch on him though. Will randomly put his arm around your shoulders, kiss your temple, and say "whatever you want." Insists on paying, even if his eyes bug-out momentarily.

Ransom Drysdale

You are correct: he will not allow sparkly shit on his person. In fact, he's too bored to stick around when it's not him shopping. Ran is extremely vocal and particular about what looks great on you and what's meh. Refuses to let you buy the meh things. I will say, he is deeply appreciative of the final result. Loves when you are all dolled up and beaming happy. Doesn't show it really, but he's smug as hell with you on his arm looking so fine...

Andy Barber

He has opinions, but he is not a palette. Andy throws a wary glance your way when he notices the prices or that there are several of the same type of product in your basket. There are very rare instances where he's goofy and in the mood to be playful with you, so Andy has been known to put a vivid or dark shade of lipstick on himself when you're turned away and then play it off until you notice. He thinks it's utterly hilarious to smear it on you with kisses in those moment. Adorable jerk...

Steve Rogers

Everything is a palette, and all the colors remind him of some sort of art. I mean, this guy thinks you are art. Steve can't help but imagine what you're thinking of wearing with the makeup, he knows complimentary colors and shading, and he's the best of most worlds in this scenario.

Bucky Barnes

Buck gets an enormous kick out of this, really leans into his preening, theatrical side. Swatch all over him, he doesn't care. Bucky also will gently help you apply makeup, cupping your chin in his hand while gliding that lip gloss you're interested over your bottom lip. He mimics pressing and pouting so you spread it around. I mean...I don't know how this guy makes everything both loving and sensual but goddamn do I believe he does.

Thank you for asking!

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two-bit mathews dating hc’s 🧸🤍

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Two-bit x Fem!reader

warnings/extra; mention of Keith smacking reader’s butt and being drunk. Sorry if I missed something. Also I calli him Keith in this one because I’m not calling him no goofy ah ‘Two-bit’ 😭

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ this is the first ff that I actually 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 so be patient and bare with me omg😢 but anyways feel free to send reqs once I actually make some rules and open the req box! ♡

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𐙚 ok so I’m just gonna get straight into it, you can’t tell me this man doesn’t call you the most 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 nicknames ever

𐙚 all jokes of course but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. especially when he says them around your friends, family, etc

𐙚 I mean occasionally he’d be a normal human being and call you baby or something but when he wants to be extra he’ll call you babycheeks, muffin, or honey bear LIKE WHAT

𐙚 Sometimes you wonder if he’s joking or if he’s actually being serious cause there’s no way

𐙚 makes the most dirtiest jokes anywhere anytime. Like yall saw that once scene where he lifted that girl’s skirt or where he made that dirty joke to the girl sitting in the car? Guaranteed he didn’t even know them, so let’s just say around you, his girlfriend, he gets pretty.. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (sorry omg)

𐙚 he has an 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 laugh. Just picture it, yall are having a cute little date and what not at the diner and he just pulls out one of his jokes, starts laughing like crazy. By himself too, you let out a fake giggle or two to ease the second hand embarrassment.

𐙚 you almost ditched him then and there when people’s heads started turning, looking for the source of sound

𐙚 when yall are over at the curtis house he forces you to watch mickey mouse with him whether you like it or not

𐙚 atleast he’ll share some chocolate cake with you that one of the curtis brothers made.

𐙚 *jealousy zone* he gets pretty jealous easily. let’s say there’s some guy trying to talk you up. Keith’ll just pop out of nowhere and wrap an arm around your shoulder, staring down that guy like this 🤨

𐙚 he’ll play that whole ‘tough guy act’ and intimidate the guy, maybe even swing out his switchblade

𐙚 like who does bro think he is 😭🔥

𐙚 he’ll either make some remark or just stare the guy down. Which leads to an awkward atmosphere, eventually the guy got the message and just walked away, grumbling under his breath.

𐙚 don’t get me wrong though, you can still have guy friends. Just as long as they don’t get too close to home

𐙚 but he is pretty protective just in general. Someone talking crap about you? He’s already on them with some snarky remark. He’s so quick with it too omg. Like he’s genuinely good at putting someone in their place

𐙚 as for affection, I feel like he’d be into it but not CRAZY into it. He’d have an arm slung around your shoulder, smack your butt, have an arm around your waist, yk the basics

𐙚 but when he happens to be drunk he’s way more lovey dovey and flirty than usual.

𐙚 drunk or not, he does like to leave purposeful sloppy kisses on your cheek just to gross you out. You can just smell the alcohol on him which makes you all the more grossed out so you proceed to “wipe off” his kiss. He gets pretty butt hurt

𐙚 he got you a minnie mouse shirt to match his mickey one. You haven’t worn that thing outside the house once. may or may not have stolen it for you

𐙚 if you get along with his little sister then he’s more head over heels than before, she looks up to you a lot and it’s just one of the couple things that warms Keith’s heart

𐙚 overall he’s a pretty decent boyfriend, would definitely recommend. 10/10

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Darry: 

☆ Hands down the most responsible caregiver out of all of them-  

☆ He is good with any age of regressors, but he prefers to have ones who have tiner mindsets, he just adores babies. 

☆ He will carry you as much as he can, “Whats wrong honey? Your to small to walk? Don't worry baby dada’s here” 

☆ He calls you honey, sweetheart, baby, and little one 

☆ He always makes sure to have one of your comfort items or foods near by 

☆ If he needs a babysitter, he asks Sodapop to help take care of you  

☆ He has a little box of toys for you in his room and when he gets a home or on a day off he will get the toys out and play with you 

Sodapop: 

☆ He is such a fun caregiver-  

☆ He loves to take his little ones outside to play games. He loves playing tag, going to the park, and in the summer, he takes you to the pool. 

☆ He thinks its adorable when you wear his flannels or his work shirts 

☆ he loves when you play with his hair (bonus points when you use the butterfly clips, he got you)  

☆ Since he is around Steve a lot, he is also probably one of your Carrers/babysitters. 

☆ He brings you little snacks from his work every once in a while 

☆ He calls you sugar, sunshine, prince(ss), baby, little one, kiddo, and squirt  

Ponyboy: 

☆ He is more of a quiter caregiver but nonetheless he is still a good one 

☆ He loves when its night time because he loves to curl up with you in bed and read you bedtime stories

☆ He knows (tries his best) to remember all of your stuffies 

☆ He will write little reminders about how he loves you and how he is so happy to take care of you  

☆ movie nights at the in are also a big thing 

☆ he calls you little one, baby, and love 

☆ He hangs with johnny a lot so he is also probably a Carrer/babysitter 

Johnny: 

☆ He like ponyboy is also more of a quiter caregiver  

☆ Johnny tries his best to help his little one with things like tying their shoes and helping them open their snacks 

☆ Johnny dosent really have a lot of money to get you tiny things but he tries to make up for it such as sneaking you in to the drive in for a movie or by asking ponyboy to barrow some of his art supplies so you can color. 

☆ Johnny loves to see you with his jacket on, he thinks its adorable 

☆  Johnny calls you “kid, little one, bug, and doll”

☆ He loves taking you to the park. He thinks its cute when you let him push you on the swings and sit on his lap as you go down the slide 

☆ If the two of you are at the curtis house and you get sleepy he kinda tucks you into his  jacket so you can  sleep 

Dally: 

☆ Dally Winston is- well- He is a protective caregiver, but he also needs help with it sometimes. Its not to say he is a bad caregiver he just wants to understand your needs better cause he doesn't wanna mess anything up with you 

☆ It takes him a little bit to get used to being a caregiver but when he does, he secretly enjoys doing it 

☆ He obviously gives you his necklace to fidget with (and so people know to leave you alone)

☆ He also gives you his jacket to wear ( He adores you in it ) 

☆ He has a space in his room that his hides your regression gear in  

☆ Dally always has an arm around you, he wants to make sure that people dont mess with you and so you dont get lost- 

☆ When its late at night and the two of you are in his room he loves when you  play with his hair  

☆ He calls you kiddo, baby, little one, baby doll, doll, and short stack ( it dosent matter if your taller than him he still dose)  

Two-bit 

☆ Two bit is such a good and fun caregiver ngl- 

☆ he is always watching mickey mouse in the curtis house anyways so when he found out you were a little he obviously let you watch with him 

☆ I personally head cannon that he is really good with younger ages and toddlers-   

☆ He gets you a shirt to match his ( he calls you the minnie to his mickey )  

☆ He defiantly buys you art supplies- and when he dose he loves to color with you  

☆ OMG man is the definition of tickle monster- He dose it because he loves hearing you laugh  

☆ He calls you minnie, kiddo, bug, little one, and baby 

Steve:

☆ Steve like dally needs a little help at first being a cg but when he gets it done he is a pretty��good one 

☆ Steve loves carrying you and giving you piggyback rides 

☆ He takes you in his car to the diner or if your having trouble sleeping he drives you around at night with the raido on low to try and help you fall asleep 

☆ you are the ONLY one allowed to mess with his hair, He takes a lot of pride in his hair so he lets you play with it to show that he loves and trust you  

☆ When steve has to work he brings you with him- He lets you sit on the chair while he fixes up the cars and proably ask you to bring some tools for him while he tells funny stories 

☆  He calls you kiddo, babydoll, Prince(ss), and pumpkin 

☆ He knows not to give you sugar late but sometimes he cant help it, who else is he gonna share his chocolate cake with. He also thinks its cute when you  let him feed it to you  

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Curtis + bound wrists + “Mmm such a jumpy little thing, you’re not used to being treated this way, are you?”

This took me forever, but between being sick at the beginning of the week and work kicking my ass at the end, it took a while to get to a point where I could string multiple sentences together. 😂😭 But we're finally here. I'm a little afraid this is only half a hoe thot, but it's already over 600 words and I kind of like ending it where I did. This is my contribution to the Curtis successfully takes the snowpiercer and deserves a reward trope. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for playing with me!!

Warnings: dark elements, bondage, forced public nudity, threats of and implied non-con, explicit language, 18+ - MINORS DNI

Your wrists were bound with rope in front of you as you were led into the meatpacking car, wearing what you’d been sleeping in, a short nightgown. You shivered, partly out of fear and partly because it was freezing in this part of the train, nothing like the warmth you’d always had in your private compartment near the front. A group of tail-enders flanked you. They’d barged into your room in the middle of the night. They’d overpowered you, tied up your hands, and then dragged you out. You weren’t sure how long you’d walked or what was happening. The whole train seemed to be in chaos.

One of the tail-enders pushed you to the car's center towards a large man wearing a dark overcoat and a wool beanie on his head. Animal carcasses hung all around him, in the process of being butchered. He had sharp blue eyes and an intense stare that he fixed on you, like you were the most prime cut of meat in there. You tried to hold your ground but the man pushing you forward was stronger than you were. 

The blue-eyed man reached above himself and pulled down a large hook on a chain suspended from the ceiling. The men on either side of you grabbed your bound hands, raising them above your head. You tried to flail away, scream for help, but it was no use. The rope around your wrists was placed on the hook, which was then raised until you were balancing on your tip toes. 

The large man, who was clearly in charge, stood right in front of you. “Hello, sweetheart,” he said, his voice deep and gritty. “My name is Curtis. This train is mine now.”

That could not possibly be. That wasn’t how things worked here. “What?? Where’s Wilford?!” you shouted.

He chuckled. “I killed him,” he said, plainly. 

You tried to recoil or thrash or something but suspended how you were, all you could really do was sort of sway.

“Life is about to change drastically for all you front-enders, but for you most of all.”

 “What? What are you talking about? Why me? I didn’t do anything!” you protested.

He nodded calmly. “Yes,” he said, “I’m sure that’s true. I’m sure you did a whole lot of nothing while my people suffered in ways you can’t imagine for seventeen years.”

You felt your eyes start to tear up. You couldn’t help it. You felt like you were still asleep. Maybe you were. Maybe this was just a nightmare. 

“What are you going to do to me?” you whimpered.

“I saw you, you know,“ he said, instead of answering your question. “I had to pass through the club car to get to the front. And there you were, dancing away like you didn’t have a care in the world. And I thought to myself, ‘That’s what I’ll deserve if I make it through this.’”

All you could do was look at him, confused.

“Oh honey,” he said, reaching out with one finger to brush away a tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen. “What am I going to do to you? Whatever I want. You’re my reward.”

In the moment it took you even to start to process what he’d said, he tore your nightgown away. He took one of your now bare breasts in his large hand and squeezed it cruelly, tweaking your nipple. You jolted at his touch, whining despite yourself. 

“Mmm, such a jumpy little thing, you’re not used to being treated this way, are you? That’s ok,” he said, with a sharklike grin that both terrified you and went straight to your core, “I’ll make sure you get used to it real fast.”

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Sodapop Dating HCs ‧₊˚💅🏻⊹

author's note ᯓᡣ𐭩 first ever actually post!! I love Sodapop so much, he's one of my favs so I was so happy to write this and I hope you guys like it!!!

warnings ᯓᡣ𐭩 none, I think??

We all know Sodapop Curtis is a little lover boy

He's 100% perfect boyfriend material and does very little wrong in a relationship

I was having a lot of trouble deciding what his love language is and have come to the conclusion that it's all 5

He's all about physical touch like giving kisses of any kind, hugs, arms around the shoulder or waist, cuddles, any pda

He's all about words of affirmation and gives compliments galore

He's all about gifts and puts all his extra money aside to save up for something nice to buy you

He's all about acts of service and will drop whatever he's doing at any given moment the minute you ask (Half the time you don't even have to ask)

He's all about quality time and any spare time he has is spent with you. Even when he's at work, he asks for you to pay him visits and says he'll die if you don't

Never went to rodeo or horse race after what happened with his horse Mickey(if you know, you know) until you

Now rodeos and horse races are a go-to date and it gets really competitive when you guys are betting on the horses

We all know Soda as the charming movie star handsome type, but I think that's only with girls he doesn't like

Like with the girls just flirting with him at the DX and him just playing along with it (Of course he wouldn't flirt back if he was dating or interested in someone else)

But when he actually likes someone, he's a complete jumbled clumsy nervous mess

He LOVES getting ready with you

Like you're both in the bathroom, he's greasing his hair and you're doing your makeup and he just loves looking at you through the mirror and making funny faces or just smiling at you

He's such a snuggle bug

Like he would kick Pony out of their room for a couple hours just so he could cuddle with you in his bed in peace

No matter WHAT is in your room, he's SSSSOO enticed by everything

If your room's more girly and Soc, you can bet he's fiddling with your stuffed animals, he's smelling all your perfumes, he's intently watching the little ballerina on your jewelry box (and will wind it up again and again for it to continue playing)

If your room's more grungy and greaser, you can bet he's flipping through all your band CDs, he's trying on all your sunglasses and leather jackets, he's messing around with all your lighters and switchblades (and probably accidentally dropping them)

I could see him being a little nervous to introduce you to the gang

Not really of how they would react to you, but more how you would react to them. We all know the gangs a lot to take in and are all a little wild

But the person's opinion Soda cares most about is Darry's. Don't get me wrong, Ponyboy is a close second, but to Soda, Darry is a smart reliable person that Soda can trust to have a good input

So if Darry doesn't like you, Soda won't date you. Simply as that

No matter who you are or what you are like, Steve hates you at least a little bit

I mean, that's his best friend right there. He's not about to let you steal Soda away from him (Soda just laughs at how petty Steve gets though)

Honestly, you don't have to steal Soda's flannels. He'll just put them in your closet randomly without you having to ask

It's gotten to the point where Darry's doing laundry and he asks Soda where all his flannels have gone and Soda just lies and says he lost them

He LOVES pet names

And he uses the most cringy ones too like sugar pie, honey bun, snookums, etc

NEVER lets you walk the streets alone

It doesn't matter what he's doing or where you are or if you can handle yourself or not, he's walking right beside you and making sure you're safe

There was even a time you were walking down the sidewalk and he popped out of nowhere with the biggest pouty face like "You said I could walk you home"

LOVES to eat breakfast in bed with you, but technically Darry made it because Soda can't cook to save his life (What you don't know won't hurt you)

Overall, Sodapop is an absolute cutie

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Hello bestie I am ur local simp, and i am on my knees begging for HCs of the greasers dancing with you in the kitchen, my preferences are Darry and Steve i am begging

A/N: Hey there! Thanks for requesting, I hope you don’t mind the wait. They’re a little short, but I hope you enjoy them!!

DARRY CURTIS

You wanna dance? In the kitchen? With Darry?

Oh honey, that’s nothing new, my boy loves to dance with you, especially during those quiet moments in the kitchen <3

Whether it’s in the morning where one of you’s fixing breakfast, or in the evenings when dinner’s been tucked into the oven and you have nothing else to do, Darry will definitely dance with you

He likes any of the slow songs that mean he can hold you close, tucking you into his body as you sway back and forth together and looking into your eyes, those little conversations filled with sweet nothings   

SODAPOP CURTIS

 Yes! I cannot stress this enough, Sodapop loves to dance and would give anything to dance with you

Your dancing is not limited to the kitchen! He’ll dance with you wherever, spinning you around at the drive-in or teaching you a few moves at a diner somewhere while the jukebox plays

He’ll slow dance? But he’d rather more upbeat dances, just cause he’s so energetic

But he’ll take the excuse to hold you close, kiss you gently and smile that smile that totally knocks you off your feet     

PONYBOY CURTIS

I love Ponyoby with all my heart, but you can’t look at the boy and convince me that he doesn’t have two left feet

Like, I just know that both of his brothers and his mom did everything they could to try and fix that problem but it’s entirely unsuccessful

Plus? He gives wallflower vibes, so I don’t think dancing would exactly be his cup of tea especially not out on some diner floor or school dance, I can totally see him standing by the walls with a cup of that terrible punch and one of Soda’s ties around his neck

Having said that, I think he’d make an effort if dancing was important to you, like he’d offer to take you dancing and spin you around every once in a while 

DALLAS WINSTON

The kitchen? Maybe not, Dallas really doesn’t have access to a kitchen that isn’t Buck’s little half-kitchen or the Curtis’ so maybe not the kitchen specifically 

But dancing with you at Buck’s is definitely doable, especially if Dal has a few in his system or it’s not too crowded

Also a firm believer that Dallas has two left feet but it’s not as bad as Ponyboy and he can definitely do a little two-step and shuffle with you

He likes dancing with you because he likes having his hands on your waist, letting them drift as low as he can get away with to then bring you closer for a kiss at the end of the song

JOHNNY CADE

I see dancing with Johnny as like a soft and intimate thing?

So like, just the two of you, spinning and goofing around together when you go out or something, dancing to the Curtis’ radio in their kitchen and stuff

That’s not to say that he won’t dance with you to whatever song is playing over the speakers at the drive-in or to what the jukebox in the corner of the diner is playing, it’s just a lot less likely

But, if you beg and plead and kiss him just enough, I’ll guarantee that Johnny will dance with you, 1000%

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Anywhere and anytime baby, Two-Bit is always going to be more than willing to dance with you

I’m not even joking, literally just say the word and Two will be tripping over his own feet to dance with you, he’s so excited <3

He has absolutely no shame when it comes to humiliating himself in public and I think a part of that factors into his dancing, he doesn’t care who catches you dancing and where you dance 

So yes to the drive-in, yes to the diner, yes to whatever bar you may find yourself in on a date night, and a definite yes to dancing with you in the kitchen

STEVE RANDLE

I don’t know why, but I just feel like Steve would definitely dance with you, no questions whatsoever

I can just see him pulling you in for a quick little two-step whenever you stop by to see him at the DX, claiming that the song that started on the radio just has to be danced to as he pulls you in

Slow songs, fast songs, I just think he’d have a lot of fun dancing with you, no matter what!

And if you don’t think you’re a good enough dancer, don’t even worry about it, Steve’s not going to care and he’ll make you laugh so hard while you’re together that you won’t have time to stress about it   

TIM SHEPARD

Soooooo I have a lot of thoughts when it comes to this greaser and one of the biggest one is how much fun he’d be to dance with-

He’s good at everything, even though he doesn’t look the type to be spinning around on some dance floor, he’s just got some sort of natural talent that makes him look astounding on the floor

Lines dances to slow dances and everything in between, Tim will have no problem dancing with you, especially after he’s had a few drinks and is feeling more laid-back

His hands might drift a little lower than your hips at times, but what else do you expect? He’s a hood! Besides, when you go to chastise him or move his hands, he’ll just give you this little smirk and how could you possibly be mad at that face?

CURLY SHEPARD

Unless he’s in a space where he feels comfortable, I don’t see Curly as someone who would frequent the dancefloor, it’s just not his space

He can do the dances? Would be down to goof off with you when it’s just the two of you? But he’s not big into the dance floor

Kitchen dancing though, that’s really his element and he’ll spin you around so gently, murmuring the lyrics to whatever song is playing while pressing kisses to where is closest to his mouth

10/10 experience, would highly recommend dancing with Curly as you’d feel so adored and appreciated!

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Curtis and Honey trying to decide a 🎃 costume-

"How about a sailor for Halloween this year, Curtis?"

"I prefer the lumberjack from last year, what are you even gonna be to go along with a sailor?"

"You did that last year Babe. We gotta be different this year. I would be your head officer obviously. Give you all the orders."

Curtis grins. "I do like me a woman who tells me what to do for her."

"Hmm, farmer? Give you a flower to carry around... Or! A! Baby! Cow!"

Or

"Honey we dont know anyone with baby cows. Keep thinking." Curtis sounded almost worried, imagining you coming home with a calf.

"If you were a farmer, I would wear your favorite sundress and be the farmer's wife." That perked his interest but you continued on. "You know, with a wig and shave, you could be Steve Rogers."

"You don't want me in tights Honey. And who would you be???"

"A female Bucky Barnes... Or Peggy! Ooh you could be a gangster, this is giving gangster vibes."

"I could get behind that Honey, you dressed up as my badass girl..." Sliding a hand up your thigh suggestively. "We could get you one of those thigh holsters for under your dress, strap a cute dagger right their."

"Mmh only if we equip you with the holster strapped over your shoulders, Curtis."

"We can make that happen." Curtis smirks with a wiggle of his brows.

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Could you do timo with 17? :)

meeting his team

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when i step out of timo's freshly cleaned and shiny car, i smooth down my dress, looking down at my new shoes to make sure they're clean. i let out a huff of nervous air, looking up at timo, who opened my door for me.

he's always been such a gentleman. before we even became girlfriend and boyfriend, he was always opened doors for me and pulling out my chair for me to sit in. the day after he met my family, they wouldn't stop calling me to tell me how much they loved him and about how much of a sweet, kind, and caring, gentleman he was towards them.

for years i hid my true laugh because of how much i was picked on for it. it's loud and ugly, but the more i laugh, the more i wheeze. people cracked jokes about it so much to the point where i would go home and cry, mentally cursing my loud family who raised me to be this way.

but with timo, he has a sense of humor like no other. he assured me that my true laugh is beautiful, and that he would never be mad at me for being my true self. whenever i'm around timo, i can feel the kindness and the reassurance radiating off of him.

i'm pulled out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder, looking up to see timo looking down at me with a concerned look on his face. "honey, are you alright?" he steps in front of me, "you look worried, like something's on your mind?"

i smile up at him, "i'm okay, just thinking." i say, pulling his hand away from my shoulder and clasping it into mine.

"thinking about what?" his eyebrow raises while he laces our fingers together.

"you." i say blushing, then looking down at the ground.

his fingers grab my chin, pulling it up so i have to look at him in the eyes. "me? how so?" he asks, his fingers lingering there.

"just thinking about how much you light up a room when you walk into it and about how much you love and care for the people around you." i say, smiling while i look into his eyes.

timo just chuckles and shakes his head, smiling. "you're always thinking about something, my love." i giggle at his words as we walk closer and closer to the porch of nico's house. i've met nico before. but, he's the only teammate of timo's that i've met.

nico is similar to timo in a lot of ways. they way they both can just smile and the world will smile with them. they radiate a loving heat and a sense of security towards the people around them and even the people who are watching them on a tv screen.

as we trudge up the steps, nico swings the door open, "you're here!!" he yells with a grin on his face. "we've been waiting on you two!" nico walks to timo first, dapping each other up then coming in for a hug. nico then looks at me with a smile, slowly coming in for a tight hug.

"hey neeks!" i say, smiling. "sorry we're late."

"it's all good!" he says, pulling away from the hug and patting me on the shoulder. "come on in, the guys are excited to meet you!" he motions us inside the house, shutting the down behind us.

a few of the guys come up to timo to say hello, and i recognize most of them immediately. i've seen them play and hang out with timo, so i know who most of them are but i've never met them before.

a tall blonde man walks up me, "hey! it's nice to finally meet you." he extends a hand for me to shake, "i'm jesper."

i smile and nod, "i know who you are." i say with a laugh, "i know who most of you are, i've just never met you guys before."

"ah, i see. well, let's introduce you to some people, yeah?" jesper nods with a smile, "come on." i look at timo and he smiles, giving me a nod to signal that he's okay with me walking off to meet the other players with jesper.

i follow him around the living room, the kitchen, and the outside deck to meet most of the players and their wives or girlfriends. they're all very kind and i find myself taking a special liking to curtis and his wife, reanne. it seems like they are kind of like parent figures to the younger guys.

once we all settle down for dinner, the table is full with loud laughter and chatter until nico stands, catching the attention of everyone. "can i have everyone's attention? thank you." i giggle at his words when they immediately cause everyone to be quiet. "today we are welcoming a new member to the devils family. everyone, please welcome y/n."

i smile with a red face at his words. i can feel all eyes on me while he speaks. but the eyes aren't judging eyes, they're kind and welcoming. reanne smiles at me, raising her glass towards me. i see her wink playfully which makes my smile widen.

after everyone settled down, we all ate while we engaged in quiet conversation. while speaking to luke hughes, i feel a hand on my right thigh. i look down at my thigh, then up at timo, who's giving me a mix between a smile and a smirk. i smile wide and choke back a laugh. i shake my head, earning a laugh from timo.

after dinner, we settle on the deck outside. some of us are sitting around a fire while some are sitting on the dock, legs hanging over the dark, wet, wood and feet dangling into the cold water. we all just sat around and talked about the upcoming season, along with other things too.

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after a while of conversation with everyone, timo and i are walking out to the car. he opens my door, then shuts it for me after i get in. once he gets in and starts the car, the air conditioning blows cold, immediately making my eyes water. i think back to right before we made it to nico's house, my palms sweaty and my mind racing with nerves. i kicked on the air conditioning, not bothering to turn it down before i got out.

i reach over and turn it to the red side, instantly heating up the car. i wrap my arms around my chest, attempting to keep warm. after only a few seconds of shivering in my seat, i feel a cloth lay over my lap. looking down, i notice that it's timo's jersey. my face lights up in happiness and i immediately put it on, relishing in the warmth of the jersey that smells like timo.

i look over at timo, who is keeping his eyes on the road, but still looking over at me every now and then. i smile at him, to which he returns with a laugh. his hand comes to rest on my upper thigh, the same place it always is when we get in the car. "did you have a good time tonight?" he asks, using his free hand to turn the wheel in the direction we need to turn.

"i did. i'm glad they were all so nice and welcoming. especially curtis and his wife, reanne." i say, looking out the window to try and figure out how far away we are just by my surroundings.

"i noticed that you really took a liking to them." he says, pulling into the apartment complex and up to our parking spot. "curtis is a good guy, and his wife is very sweet. they're good people to hang around and be friends with."

"from what i could tell, i felt that way about everyone. i think could be good friends with a lot of them." i say, unbuckling my seatbelt and sitting the car to continue our conversation. "i hope i can, at least."

"well, i'm glad you like them." timo says, also unbuckling his seatbelt. "when i walked inside to get a drink, the guys were telling me about how lucky of i guy i am to have a woman like you." timo gets out of the car, opening my door and holding out a hand to help me out.

i take his hand and hop out, wrapping my arms around his waist almost immediately. i smile into his chest and pat his back softly. "and i'm lucky to have you. i could never ask for a better boyfriend and i've never been so happy in my whole life."

i feel timo's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. i can practically hear his smile when he starts talking to me, "i love you and i agree, i could never be happier than i am right now. thank you, for always being there for me."

i smile and kiss his cheek, pulling away from our long and meaningful hug and grabbing his hand to hold. i lead him back to the apartment, smiling and laughing along the way. our night lasts longer than expected, but it was one of the best nights of our lives.

[lizzy019]

𝐵𝒾𝑔 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒢𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 :)

Darrel Curtis x Big Chested Fem!Reader [yes, big boobs and a goth girlfriend]

cw -> degradation, more on the swearing side :))

Word Count -> 1.1K

Was goth even the style back in the 60s? Oh well, all black it is!

Roaming the bustling streets was always a hassle, especially when you had something specific planned and you were delayed because of people marching in your way on the sidewalks.

Everyone was taking second glances at you, it wasn’t uncommon. A double D bra cup in such a tiny black top? That wasn’t a common sight and you knew it well.

But you were on a little mission, you were traveling from your place to Darry’s for a simple chat. You hadn’t seen him in so long and it grows lonely without good company.

Turning down the right sidewalks to find Darry’s house, you finally arrive at the sweet little bungalow and lightly knock to state your arrival before entering.

You walked in, being hit with the strong smell of marijuana and beer, all while taking off your shoes and searching around for Darry. Surely he wasn’t working overtime, right?

“Dare? Darry, where are you?” You called out with a smile, heading into the kitchen and smiling wider when you saw him sitting and signing a contract or two for bill payments.

You hurried over and gently pulled him into a hug, lightly rubbing his back as you did so. As for Darry, being caught in between your breasts was absolutely flummoxing, but he hugged you back regardless.

“Hey sweetie, what’re you doin’ here? Did you need somethin’?” Darry asked so gently, pulling away just to read over what he was signing.

You shook your head, kissing his temple and playing with a small cowlick of hair at the back of his head. He looked so focused, so mature and responsible. It had you reeling.

“Just needed to see you, baby. I haven’t seen you in a whole week, am I not allowed to miss you?” You murmured, watching him finish up his writing.

“That’s a lie. You always come here right when you’re ovulating, so what gives? Just be straight with me, honey.” He sighed, putting his papers aside and standing up to look at you in totality.

This had you a little nervous, but your undying ego and confidence pushed past that little hesitation.

“You know what I want, how I want it, and how to do it. Get to it, buddy.” You spoke strictly, smiling as his eyes grew dark with lust.

He pushed the papers aside, grabbing your hips and pushing you to the table while trying to take off the cumbersome black clothes you had on. All while ferociously kissing you with utter passion and lust.

You didn’t let any of it go to waste, soaking in his lewd attitude and hands grasping his biceps. You giggled when his hands struggled to unclip your bra, and you assisted him with the issue before his hands chucked the piece of fabric away.

His rough hands came to rub, squeeze and knead your perfect, generously sized breasts. And before you knew it, he flipped you onto your stomach and pressed you to the table, tearing off the underwear you had on to access what he wanted.

You didn’t have time to lament the poor garment before his fingers started ramming into your exposed little pussy. This had confused but pleased moans and sounds escaped you as he found that little gooey spot inside you that had your legs shivering.

“Fuck yeah, give it to me!” You vociferated, nails clawing the table as your body weakened in ecstasy.

In a swift motion, he pulled out of you and swatted your ass hard. You forcing him for it? He wouldn’t allow that at all.

“You fuckin’ watch that mouth of yours. I’m not givin’ you anythin’, I’m not yours to throw around like a damn dog toy.” He retorted with dominance.

It oozed malice, a malevolence that only he could show and only you could follow.

Although you didn’t like being forced into submission, you’d finally come to hush up and take what he gave you. Which.. involved lots of hits, degradation, and swears.

Darry’s hand gently stroked his hard-on, revealing the lovely oozing mess of precum before his tip met your entrance’s lips, and soon enough he was entering within your walls.

This caused a loud moan to erupt from the both of you, his body pressing down against yours while both his hands grasped at your breasts to hold them from the cold of the table. And.. to feel them like the pervert he was.

“Fuckin’ tight pussy’s suckin’ me in. Tryna milk me, sweetie?” Darry smirked.

You simply mewled in response, nails clawing into the table’s finish as you writhed in his movements. He felt so good, hitting all those sweet spots in you.

“God baby, I wanna cum in ya. You on the pill? ..Fuck it, I’m fine with a baby.” He sped up his pace, grunting at each slap his bollocks made every time they hit your lovely thighs.

And after a few more of those relentless thrusts, Darry squeezed your breasts almost too hard as he released all in your welcoming womb. Hands leaving red marks on your poor tender boobs. :(

“Ohh, sweetie..” He huffed, gently pulling out of you and rubbing your hips witu care.

“You did good, I can’t even lie. Takin’ me like that? You’re tuff.” He smiled, lightly patting your rear before gathering your clothes for you and handing them all to you.

“Mmh, thanks, Dare.” You hummed thankfully, hurrying off to their bathroom to clean yourself up.

Late at night was spent with Darry cuddled on his armchair, a blanket overtop of you and lots of little kisses pressed onto you and pressed onto him.

“It’s weird havin’ you smell like my soap.” He chuckled lightly, still fondling your breasts and sighing contentedly.

You smiled at his words, pressing your cheek to his collarbone and relaxing happily.

“I’m happy I don’t smell bad, that’s all that matters. Plus, you all reek of cigarettes, at least I’m better than all of you.” You snickered in a playful response, kissing his cheek firmly and jostling his slicked hair. It was messy anyway.

“Yeah yeah, we know you’ll live longer than us all, hush your backside.” He laughed softly, grumpily smooshing back down his hair before pressing a kiss back to your temple.

“Should we sleep here or go to bed? Whatever you want, sweetie.”

You pondered his question for a moment or two, looking at him intently and smiling.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

[jaidens]

Time Slows Down Whenever You're Around I Can Feel My Heart It's Beating Out Of My Chest Did You Feel It?

pairing [s] : ponyboy curtis x reader

warning [s] : kissing | cuddling | sharing hot chocolate with pony is actually my dream

a/n [s] : requests are open!!

The air is cold and chilly as it shivers through cracks and holes of the Curtis household. You're in a thick sweater and jeans, but the air still slips through and shakes through your bones. Everyone is at work or out on their own time, so you and Ponyboy are left alone. The yellow and red leaves on the trees whistle as the cold wind runs through them. “Hey, what are you making?” The soft southern accent fills your ears and his face comes into your vision. The thick mop of dark brown hair is clean, not even a speck of grease inside of it.

“I’m making hot chocolate and extra marshmallows. Just how you like it.” You say to him while you mix the mix with the warm milk you made in the pot. “Smells good! I just got finished with my English homework.” You smile at Pony and pull the pot off the heat, then you pour it into two mugs. Ponyboy takes one and sets it down onto the small wooden table in the middle of the room, and you hand him the mini marshmallows and whipped cream you had made from scratch.

He takes a thick scoop of whipped cream and drops marshmallows onto the top. Then, be takes a big sip and he pulls away with a whipped cream mustache. “Look at you Pony!” Then, you tug his arm for him to follow you into his bedroom. Pony is laughing as he follows you. You turn the radio on and turn it low enough, just enough to heat it. The Beatles play and you sing along, gently wiggling your hips.

You sit down next to him on his bed as he sips from the mug. You lay your head on his shoulder and continue sipping as the warmth fills you. With Pony’s natural radiation of body heat and the warm drink, you're almost forgetting the coldness that slips through the thin blankets. “‘M cold.” You say gently and scoop further into him, head drilling against his chest. His arm pulls you further in and you stare into his soft eyes.

The darkness in his brown eyes is a soft honey brown. He looks so much more gorgeous in this as you both stare. “Oh I love this song.” As you softly sing along, just under your breath, Pony stares at you. All he sees is love and comfort something he desperately wants to feel. He wasn't sure about his brothers or his friends, but he was sure about you. You showed him affection and love, without wanting back whenever he didn't want to. He was bad at showing love, ever since his parents had passed away, he wasn't sure if he wanted to get so connected to people.

“I love you,” Pony begins and his hand runs against your shoulder as he pretends his fingers are running. “So much.” He admits to you and you follow his eyes. It's quiet and much different than he usually is. He puts up a front around his friends to hide his feelings, but around you it's so difficult to. You're so comfortable and kind to him, and you're his rock. “I love you too, honey.” You agree with him before you connect your lips against his. He tastes like hot chocolate and marshmallows and love. Adoration. Enthralling love.

You're too love-sick dumb teenagers with a death wish as you hold onto him and practically float in his arms. He's yours, and you're his.

[mayblossomss]

Whumptober Day 10: Blow to the Head

Steve and Ponyboy often got into disagreements, this wasn't new. The age difference between the two of them was just big enough that Steve saw the younger one as immature and childish. Neither of them hated each other per se, but they certainly did enjoy clashing heads.

As the shadows grew long outside the Curtis residence, Steve, Soda, and Two-Bit sat around the coffee table in the living room, playing a game of cards. Steve was already in a sour mood because both of his opponents were filthy cheaters.

Ponyboy entered the room, peering over Steve's shoulder at his cards. His eyes lock onto Soda's and he gestures with his hands the cards that Steve had in his hand. With a grin, Soda, called Steve out on his bluff, and after a few moments, ultimately won the match.

Steve noticed the younger boy lingering behind him and put it together quickly, irritation hitting a boiling point. "Dammit, kid. You're so annoying!"

"It's just a card game," Ponyboy scoffed, rolling his eyes with a proud little smirk, knowing he was annoying Steve. "Calm down."

First, Steve's father was hollering at him this morning, then the Socs decided to insult him at work. Now, Two-Bit and Soda were playing dirty, so by the time that Ponyboy came in and had to push his luck, Steve had not a shred of patience left.

He got to his feet and shoved Ponyboy out of the way, heading for the kitchen. Acting like a little kid, Pony trailed him, nudging him roughly in return as he opened the cupboard door. Steve scoffed, his eye twitching as he jammed an elbow into Pony's side in response.

Ponyboy stumbled backward, trying to stablize himself before tripping over his feet and falling backward. He fell into the table, head colliding with the wooden material with a sickening thump.

Steve stared down at Ponyboy, who groaned and held his head in his hand. At first, he wanted to laugh and call him a klutz, but then he saw the blood dripping down his face and he paled.

"Soda!" Steve called, jaw tightening with concern. "Soda, come here!"

Sodapop walked into the room, Two-Bit in tow. "What's going on in here? I thought I heard--" he paused in the middle of his sentence, eyes widening at the sight of his brother. "Ponyboy!"

Ponyboy's eyes opened to glance up at him, a weak groan escaping him. Soda dropped beside him, gently took his hand away from his head and gaped in horror at the red-coated sight it produced.

Two-Bit glanced at Steve. "What happened?"

"He tripped," Steve murmured lamely. "Fell backward and hit his head. I pushed him but I didn't think he'd... Fuck."

"Soda..." Ponyboy slurred, looking up at him with dazed eyes. "M'head hurts."

"Yeah, I bet it does, honey," Soda sighed, cupping his face. "You're gonna be fine. You might have a concussion, but that's not too bad."

Pony groaned and closed his eyes, leaning forward into Soda's arms. "Everythin' is spinning..."

"Really fucked up this time, didn't you, Steve?" Two-Bit joked, trying to not appear as concerned as he felt. "Wait 'til Darry gets home and finds out."

"Shut up," Steve hissed in return.

"Both of you shut up and get me some bandages!" Soda snapped, adjusting Ponyboy so that he was resting against the wall. Steve hurried off before returning moments later with some bandages from the bathroom. Soda got to work and quickly wrapped up Ponyboy's head. "Are you okay?"

Ponyboy muttered incoherently, head dropping. "Mmhmm."

"Pone, come on, honey," Soda urged, voice shaking. He wasn't prepared to take care of an injured kid, wasn't that Darry's job?! "Talk to me, please. Tell me you're okay!"

"M'okay..."

Soda bit his lip, knowing that wasn't the slightest bit true. Turning to the other boys, he asked. "When's Darry getting back?"

"No clue," Two-Bit shrugged. "Not for a bit, I don't think."

"What do we do with him?" Soda asked, groaning tiredly. "He doesn't look too good."

"He's probably fine," Steve tried to reassure, but nobody acknowledged him.

By the time Soda glanced back at his brother, Ponyboy already had his eyes closed and was asleep. Soda frowned before trying to pick him up. It didn't work too well, so the other two stepped forward and together they carried him to the couch.

Once putting him down on the couch, Soda placed a pillow beneath his head, a blanket over his body, then sat on the armrest and waited for Darry, hoping he'd know what to do.

[lemons-bittersweet]

THE OUTSIDERS FROM THE BOOK IN DESCRIPTION.

IM SORRY IF THINGS ARE SPELLED WRONG NOR THE SENTENCES BEING REAL SENTENCES BUT I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO DO ALL OF THAT CURRENTLY

PONYBOY CURTIS- AGE 14- I have light brown almost red hair and greenish-gray eyes I wish they were grayer because I hate most guys that have green eyes but I have to be content with what I have my hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs squared off in the back and long in the front and other sides but I'm a greaser most of my neighborhood rather bothers to get a haircut size I look better with long hair I like to watch movies alone so I can get into them and live them with the actors when I see a movie with someone it's kind of uncomfortable it's like having someone read your book over your shoulder I'm different that way I mean my second oldest brother soda who's 16 going around 17 never cracks a book at all and my oldest brother Darrel we call darry works to long and hard to be interested in a story or drawing a picture so I'm not like them and nobody in our gang digs moves and books the way I do for a while there I thought I was the only person in the world that did so I loned it soda tries to understand at least which is more than darry does but then so does different from anybody he understands everything almost like he's never hollering at me at the time of day or he is or treating me as if I was 6 instead of 14 I love soda more than that I have ever loved anyone even mom and dad he's always happy go lucky and grilling while there Dairy's hard and firm and rarely grins at all but then darrys gone through a lot his this 20 years growing up too fast soda will never grow up at all I don't know which way is the best i'll find out one of these days Sodapop Curtis-AGE 16/17- more handsome than Ponyboy knows he's slim but has a friendly draw sensitive face that manages to be reckless and thoughtful at the same time dark gold hair that he comes back long and silky and straight and in summer the sun bleaches into a shining wheat gold eyes are dark brown lively dancing reckless laughing eyes that can be gentle sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next he's got his dad's eyes but his is one of a kind. Darrel JR Curtis-AGE 20- 6 feet two inches tall broad shoulders and muscular has dark brown hair that kicks out in front and slight cow lick in the back it's like his dad's but Darry's eyes are his own he's got eyes like two pieces of pale blue-green ice They've got a determined set to him like the rest of him he looks older than 20 tough cool and smart he would be real handsome with his eyes weren't so cold he doesn't understand anything that's not playing hard fact but he uses his head Steve Randle-AGE 17- Tall and lean with sick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated Swirls he was cocky smart and Soda's best buddy since grade school Steve's specialty was cars he could lift a hubcap quicker and more quietly than anyone in the neighborhood but he also knew cars upside down and backward he could drive anything on wheels he and soda worked at the same gas station steve part-time soda full time and the gas station got more customers than any in town whether that was because Steve was so good with cars or because so would attract girls like honey jaws flies

Two-bit (Keith) Mathews- AGE ???- Keith was the oldest of the gang and the wisecracker of the bunch he was about six feet tall stocky built and very proud of his long rusty colored sideburns he had gray eyes and a wide grin and he couldn't stop making funny remarks to save his life you couldn't shut that guy up he always had to get his two bits worth in hence his name even his teachers forgot his real name was Keith we hardly remembered he had one life was one big joke to tube it he was famous for shopping with his black switchblade and he always was smart enough to the cops he really couldn't help it everything he said was so irresistibly funny that he just had to let the police in on it to brighten up their dough lives he liked fighting blondes and from some unfathomable reason school he's still a junior at 18 1/2 he never learned anything he just went for kicks I liked him real well because he kept his laughing at ourselves as well as other things he reminded me of Will Rogers maybe because of the grin Dallas Winston- AGE ???- He had an elfish face with high cheekbones and pointed chin and small sharp animal teeth and ears like a lynx his hair was almost white it was so blonde and he didn't like haircuts or hair oil either so it fell over his forehead and wisps and kicked out in the back and tufts and curled back behind his ears and along the Naples neck his eyes were blue blazing ice cold with hatred of the whole world dally had spent 3 years on the wild side of New York and had been arrested at age 10 he was tougher than the rest of us tougher colder meaner the shade of difference that separates the greases from a hood was a present valley he was wild as the boys downtown outfits like Tim Shepherd's gang in New York dally blew off steam and gang fights but here organized gangs are rarities they're just small bunches of friends who stick together in the welfare is between the social classes of rumble when it's called it's usually born of a grudge fight and the opposite just happened to bring the friends along oh there are few gangs around here like the river kings and the Tiber Street Tigers but in the southwest there's no gang rivalry so Dally even though he could get into a good fight sometimes had no specific thing to hate no rival game only Socials and you can't win against them no matter how hard you try because they've got all the brakes and even wipping them isn't going to change the fact maybe that's why Dallas was so bitter he had quite the reputation in the file and down at the police station he had been arrested he got drunk he rode and rodeo's lied cheated stole rolled drunk jumped small kids he did everything I didn't like it but he was smart and you had to respect him Johnny Cade- AGE 16- If you could picture a little dark puppy that has been kicked too many times and it's lost in a crowd of strangers you'll have Johnny he was the youngest next to me smaller than the rest with a slight build he had big black eyes and a dark tan face his hair was jet black and heavily greased and combed to the side but it was so long that it fell into shaggy bangs across his forehead he had a nervous suspicious look in his eyes and that beating he got from the socialist didn't help matters he was the gang's pet everyone's kid brother his father was always beating him up and his mother ignored him except when she was hacking off his something and then you could hear yelling at him clear down at our house I think he hated that the worst getting whipped he would have run a million times if we hadn't been there and if he hadn't been gang Johnny would have never known love and affection are.