#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!)

[babydolls-writing-space]

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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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[babydollitzel]

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

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

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!

[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.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

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.

[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?”

[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.

[dallysnecklace]

i just wanna say i love your writing it's masterful

could you do a sleepy/cuddles Sodapop x fem!reader for my poor lonely soul please and thank you<3

“You work too much.”

Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x fem! Reader

Summary: To support yourself, you work multiple jobs. Your boyfriend starts to notice the toll this takes on you.

Warnings: Overworking, established relationship

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! I’m so sorry this took me fucking forever, it got lost in my drafts but I found it!! I will never take this long

The phone rang as you hid away from the loud noise of the diner, tucked away in the corner. You had just worked a triple shift to be able to afford your rent this month, which you stupidly had put off for the last week.

“Hello?” A voice came through the line. Presumably Darry.

“Hey Darry, it’s Y/n. Is Soda there?” You said, being polite.

“Yeah I’ll get ‘im for you.” There was a pause. You twirled the cord around your finger, beginning to become anxious.

“Hey, Y/n. Everything okay?” Sodas voice said, softly.

“Yeah, I’m just tired and had a long day. Do you think you could pick me up? If not I totally get it-“

“Hey, it’s fine. I’ll be there in like 7 minutes.” He interrupted your nervous rant.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay. Thank you so much.” You responded.

“Anything for my girl.” He said. You could picture his smile in your head.

“I love you, Soda.” You said, grateful for his presence in your life.

“Love you too, sweets.”

You put the phone back on the holder, and went to wait outside. It was a cold winter night, one you wished you could’ve enjoyed at home.

You left your home about 2 years ago when they weren’t supportive of you going to school. You had grew up in a strict household that unfortunately believed that women were worth less than men. Your family never took school seriously, and wanted to pull you out once you were 14. They believed that at that age, you were expected to start helping around the house, and start looking for a man to marry. But, over the years you really enjoyed school and wanted to pursue a life in academia. When you told your parents this, they kicked you out.

You moved a few towns over to Tulsa. You originally lived at Bucks, where you met Dallas. He wasn’t the nicest to you, but he eventually warmed up to you and even introduced you to the gang, where you met Soda. These boys seemed to understand your struggle of living alone and going to school. You finally felt like you had a group of people to support you, which you had never experienced before.

Suddenly you saw an old beat up car pull up, and a honk broke the sound of the crickets at night.

You hopped in the front seat, looking over to your boyfriend, who held a worried look.

“Hey sweets.” He said, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

“Hi.” You said, barely having enough energy to talk.

Sodapop took the message, and started to drive home. A comfortable silence wafted over to two of you as he drove back to his place. There was an unsaid agreement that you would be staying with him tonight.

On the way home, you fell asleep, lulled by the soft music playing and sodas humming.

Once you got to Sodas house, he woke you up, by picking you up bridal style and carrying you in.

Soda stepped in the doorway, to be greeted by Darry and Pony.

Darry looked up, “Hey, is she okay?” He questioned, worried for his brothers girlfriend. He really had grown attached to you, and was worried about you. He knew what it was like to have to work multiple jobs and take care of others.

Soda responded, “Yeah, she just needs to rest. Can she stay over tonight?”

“Of course, she can stay here whenever.” Darry responded, seeing you stir and start to wake up.

You woke up, at adjusted your eyes to peer upon Sodas chin, turned towards Darry.

“Hey, Thanks for letting me stay Dar.” You sleepily smiled, a blush on your cheeks from having Darry see Sodapop carrying you in.

“It’s always fine honey, you know that.” He walked back into the kitchen, leaving you and Soda alone.

He silently walked to his room, sitting you on his bed. He kneeled down onto one knee, taking your shoes off carefully. He stood back up, cupping your chin in his hand, and kissing your forehead.

“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” He asked, making sure you were okay with it.

“Yeah.” You simply replied, causing him to get up and open his drawers, picking out a clean shirt for you to wear to bed.

He handed you the clothing, and you went to the bathroom to change.

“Jesus christ I’m tired.” you exclaimed, looking at your reflection in the mirror; noticing the dark circles acting as a shadow on your face.

You quickly changed, walking back to Sodas room. You were excited to finally get some rest. Tomorrow you weren't working, and school was out for the day. Finally a day to just relax.

As soon as you walked in, Soda took you into an embrace. You quickly melted in his arms, finally feeling like you could let go.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” He whispered.

You nodded into his chest, feeling him pick you up and place you on his bed. You got underneath the covers feeling at peace. You felt the bed dip beside you, and felt Sodas two arms pull you in, letting your head rest on his chest.

You didn’t really feel like talking, so you just held him tighter and kissed his exposed collarbone; a sign of your gratification. He dipped his head down, pulling you head up by his hand on your chin and kissed your lips softly, but filled with love.

“You work too much.” He whispered against you lips, kissing them quickly once again, “Maybe you should just live with us. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent and could focus on school.”

You looked up at him, ready to argue against his kindness, but decided against it. You were lucky you had this kind of support system.

“Thank you.” You whispered, kissing his jawline quickly, settling your head into his neck.

“I love you sweets.” He said as he rested his head back into the pillows.

“I love you too.” You responded back, in an instant.

You smiled, and rested your head against his chest again. He was so warm. Perfect for this cold winter night, and although you weren’t able to spend the whole night with him, you were forever grateful for these small moments before the both of you drift into sleep.

[gay-poet-gabriel]

Idk if you do headcanons, but if you do, can you make age regressor hcs for the curtis gang and the Shepards?

I love you for this anon except anyway i have never tried to write a headcanon in my life anyway im sorry im just doing the curtis gang because like…MAN IDK THE SHEPARDS VERY WELL IM SORRY THEY WERENT IN THE BOOK TOO MUCH I ALSO ZONE OUT A LOT

(some of these might fit into the 60s time period, some probably will not)

Anyway

Johnny (little boy)

Love love loves to imitate his cg, especially dally

When dallys (failing at) cooking, johnnys playing with little fisher price plastic food

When darry or pony is cleaning, johnny is playing with his little broom or washing his plastic dishes

Loves schedules and having plans

Darry is good at keeping structure for him

A bit scared of kids and other people so he doesn’t like to go to the park, especially the one he killed bob at

Loves to be read to! Especially by Pony!

Wheelchair user!

Absolutely a stuffy kid

Loves to chew on his stuffy (a small rabbit plush that’s not dirty, just stained)

Cleaner than other littles (two-bit)

Goes non-verbal often, babbling

Ponyboy (flip, regressor-leaning)

Also a stuffy kid!

Has a palomino horse plush Soda gave him named Star

Loves to color, is very precise with his hands

Also goes pretty non-verbal, completely mute

Loves to write and read little stories! They are very cute and he likes to give them to Two-Bit, he keeps them and treasures them

Begs and begs everyone in the gang to buy him a pet!

Favorite little food is grilled cheese

Pretty clean, but likes to play in puddles

As a caregiver, he’d love to take care of Johnny and read him stories (and write him stories too!)

Darry (daddy fr)

Loves to explain things!

Sometimes gets a bit frustrated though so he needs to learn to cool down occasionally

Helps with homework (already canon lol) also likes to help little pony spell things for his books!

Doesn’t like movies but he is perfectly content with laying Pony and Johnny on his belly as he sleeps and they watch a kids’ movie.

Loves to cook for his littles! (and everyone else too haha)

Sometimes even makes his chocolate cake really sweet just for Sodapop

Sets up any toys that need assembly (i.e. plastic cooking station, baby easel)

Soooooo happy that pony regresses

Bought pony like 20 pacifiers because “Anything is better than those cancer sticks” (he’s got the spirit!)

Soda (Flip, right in between daddy and middle)

Horses

So many horses

Steve made him a wooden rocking horse one time and he loves it

Would love my little pony (rip)

Loves to play with cars and pretend to change the oil on them with little tools!

Loves to watch Steve work on cars and pretends to help him with plastic wrenches etc

HUUUGE sweet tooth

Chocolate, ice cream with sprinkles, waffles with tons of syrup and butter, honey straight from the jar

Darry and Steve can’t stop him

Loves to cuddle!

Will latch on and never let his cg go

Enjoys sensory play

Sand, mud, leaves, feeling blankets

Blankie kid!

Has the grossest, wettest, most slobbered-on blanket in history

Can get out of any trouble ever

Dally (daddy)

Will only take care of Johnny and Pony

Usually only considers taking care of Pony when Johnny’s there tho (cuz he doesnt have a soft spot for him [we all know the truth])

When he and Johnny are home alone, he really does try his best to cook and make sure Johnny gets 3 meals in

EXTREMELY protective

Likes to surprise them with ice cream and little candies he steals from 5 and dime stores

Totally would push Johnny in his wheelchair around town if it wasn’t so dangerous for them

Likes to take them to watch ducks and just hang out

Can be pretty quiet and get a bit angry but still reassuring

Loves to watch movies with them both!

Will only start to cuddle Johnny at the start of the movie, and then Ponyboy will whine and then he feels bad and gives in (because he loves Pony don’t lie)

Two-Bit (Flip: like i would call it daddy but its more like…cool uncle? And middle!)

Really fun to hang out with!!

Babysits Soda, Pony, Johnny, or all three at once!

Everyone loves him!

Able to distract them when they have a cut or something and need Darry to put some alcohol on it

Makes funny faces and steals coloring books and sticker sheets for them (which really annoys Darry because he keeps finding stickers everywhere)

Loves Pony and encourages him to write his stories

Helps Pony come up with really silly things to write and draw

Loves to tell fun stories to all the littles!

As a middle: loves to eat

Loves to eat so much

Especially cheesy things

Messiest little you will ever see

Loves to play pranks

Watches Youtube prank channels unironically and tries them out

Can get out of any trouble just like Soda

Lets the little ones trace animals and shapes in his freckles

Steals the littles so many gifts. SOOOO MANY

Perfectly happy to watch Mickey Mouse with them all day

Steve (daddy, but only Soda’s)

Loves to build things for Soda

Can weld!

Horrible cook

Burns chicken nuggets (but Soda wolfs em down anyway)

Playfully wrestles and roughhouse with Soda (but lets his little boy win)

Makes forts with Sodapop and likes to play hide n seek with him!

Pretty childish too but also can be pretty mean

Has made Soda cry on several occasions and everyone hates him for it (SORRY STEVE PART 3)

Saves Sodapop from Two-Bit’s pranks

Loves to play with cars with Soda

Loves to drive Soda around in his car 

Likes to nap with Soda

will crosspost this on my subblog (gabisbabbies)

also theres no way this is 1,000 words dude how

[bitchsister]

yoyo 😟❤️ i miss eyy so much. i love the curtis bucky and gale that you created. i can only reread chapters sporadically because i love them but they make me so sad. please let eyy bucky and gale dp curtis ❤️❤️ for me… your biggest fan

Okay. OkAYY okay… because they deserve it. And so do you 🫶🏼🫶🏼

🚩: dp. But you knew that

ONCE AGAIN. Edited very quickly as I’m posting this before I literally sprint out of my house & break traffic laws to get to work on time 😭🫶🏼🫶🏼

The ending is @swifty-fox fault!!!!! Not mine!!!!

Rome meant more privacy. Rome meant more time together. Rome meant no impending doom, at least not for a couple days. Rome meant they could play pretend — they could be who they wanted, even if sometimes it felt like they were school kids playing house.

It hardly mattered. Such are the realities of war, of being so far away from home. Any semblance of love and affection wasn’t followed by a careful reminder that they weren’t safe, that they could be spotted.

Behind a locked door in their own apartment is where the three of them existed the same way they would in a dream.

Curt took advantage of this, of course.

He strut around naked whenever he could. He’d parade himself around, fold his washed clothes he’d unclipped from the clothesline in his little tight briefs. He’d take naps in the sweltering heat on their balcony, not a care in the world as to who might spot him.

“Should we wake ‘em?” Gale murmured, a click in his throat when he swallowed.

Curt had fallen asleep on the couch, his towel shucked off of his body from his shower and there he lay, naked and growing harder by the second once he’d turned on his side, his hips rutting against a cushion ever so slightly.

“Dunno.” Bucky murmured, a cigarette between his teeth whilst he watched, free hand thumbing at Curt’s tags around his neck that burned against his flesh. “Fun to watch, ain’t it?”

Gale huffed a chuckle through his nostrils, poking at the grapefruit in front of him with his spoon mindlessly, eyes locked on Curt whose cheeks had gone red just like they did when he was conscious and showing himself off, fingers gripping a nearby pillow, but hardly.

“Think he’s gonna make a mess like this?”

Bucky shook his head.

“Can’t finish.” He looked at Gale who’d grown so flustered. It was almost cute. “Remember?”

“Ah,” Gale clicked his tongue and nodded, scrunching his nose as he scolded himself for forgetting. “Needs us to finish first.” Another laugh forced its way out of him, his spoon heaped with sour citrus and honey shoved into his cheek.

“Think that still applies when he’s sleepin’?”

Gale shrugged. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

So, they watched. And watched. It was slow and painful until Curt’s hips found a sleepy rhythm, cock between his belly and the itchy fabric of the loveseat he fit just perfectly upon as he whimpered and groaned, cheek smooshed against the couch while he slept.

“Sounds close.” Gale shrugged, listening to his ragged breaths as a distant church bell tolled in the piazza. Riposso. Shops closed for cat naps or cappuccinos, opening again later in the afternoon — the world around them seemed to still in a split moment.

All that was left was this.

It almost felt like watching a horse race, Gale thought. The same ones his father would place losing bets upon.

“Bet you he won’t.”

Gale didn’t make bets; but this time, he would make an exception.

“Bet you he will.”

Lips tugged into a smirk, Bucky reached his hand across the table for Gale to shake. “What will it be then, Cleven?”

“I want the jam Ruthie sent you.”

Bucky gasped. “The orange?”

“Mhm,” Gale grinned, shoving his spoon into his grapefruit again. “The orange.”

“Fine.” Bucky huffed, eyes trained on Curt again. “I want that maple leaf patch you got from that Canuck at the Cellar.”

Gale groaned, shaking his head with a sigh — quickly, he’d been reminded why he never made bets to begin with. “That’s foul.” He shoved another spoonful into his mouth, mostly honey that time. “Fine.”

Hands were shook in a done deal, eyes flickering back to watch Curt again who rut himself against couch cushions and the air, muttering something as he slept, too quiet to be heard all the way across the room from the dining table where they sat.

“What do you think he’s thinkin’ about?”

Gale shrugged in response, flicking the rind of his grapefruit into the trash. “Can only hope it’s not Hambone or somethin’,” he joked, though he could hardly ignore the way his trousers had tightened as his cock stiffened.

Bucky blew smoke from his nostrils as he chuckled, “Or Chickadee.”

It’d become louder, the moaning. His hips faster, but still sleepy and uncoordinated. His lips were parted, his overgrown curls falling in front of his closed eyes while he whined, “Galey.”

Like he’d been picked out of an audience to get up onto a stage, Gales posture stiffened as if a spotlight had shone itself right onto him. His cheeks flushed as he bit his tongue that held the lingering flavor of honey, cheeks hallowed when he sucked on it.

Bucky didn’t say a word — his gaze trailed from a desperate and very much asleep Curtis to a floundering Gale who didn’t know how to be the center of attention, especially when it’s that of a wet dream.

“Fuck— Bucky.”

A sudden and very welcomed sense of relief washed over him once Curt had uttered a name that was not his own, relieved to feel the intensity of the spotlights glare dim a little once it was spread onto John who sat back in his chair, his thighs spread as he lit another cigarette. “We’re lucky men, you know.” He looked over at Gale again, a smirk playing his lips.

“I —“ Gale’s line of sight flickered toward his kit where the letters he’d gotten from Marge lived, and then back at Bucky again. “I know.”

“I know you know.”

Gale swallowed.

“Do you think Curt knows?”

“Knows what?”

“Y’think that Curt knows that I know that you know?”

The bell tolled again in the piazza, Gale’s shoulders scrunching when he jumped at the sound. “I can’t think right now.” The admission came effortlessly, since he was sure as much was obvious and perhaps that was precisely the reason Bucky was fucking with his head.

“I know.”

Gale groaned, “know what?”

Bucky stood to round the table, standing behind the chair Gale sat in to lean down and whisper to him, “I know.” It cleared up nothing, but the gentle ghost of his breath against Gales neck made him shiver. “I know you inside and out, Buck.” His lips might as well be touching Gales skin, the shivers running down his spine electrifying. “I know you better than you know you — you’re a part of me, after all.”

A voice hardly audible, a breath sucked in before it. “I know.” Gale turned slightly, hoping to catch Bucky’s gaze but he failed miserably.

“Look at our honey,” Bucky placed his fingers on the nape of Gale’s neck, urging him to watch Curt without turning away. “You think he needs some help?”

The bet. The bet. Gale’s forgotten about the bet.

“Mhmm..”

The sound of boots thumping to the floor and trousers being unzipped came from behind him, eyes locked on the little sticky mess Curt had made beneath his bellybutton with his own excitement, wherever his imagination had taken him.

“And,” Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it over the kitchen tiles. “You think we should help him, hm?”

“Mm… Mhmm..”

Bucky strut himself over to the couch, just a pair of long legs and the sound of Curt’s tags jingling against his chest. “C’mere, you sweet little thing.” He gently pulled Curt up from his spot, waking him only halfway as he slipped beneath his body, Curt lying over his chest instead. “Havin’ a nice little dream, huh?”

Curt’s eyes peeped open, his head lifted from Bucky’s chest slowly to blearily look around the room. “I dunno,” he whispered, brows furrowed with what looked like annoyance. “Woke me up from it.”

He soaked up the rest of the details — his throbbing cock, his thighs that vibrated, the wet mess he’d made over his belly. “M’sorry,” Bucky pushed Curt’s damp waves away from his eyes, “Would ya rather go back to dreamin’? Don’t need the real thing, do ya? Wanna make a mess all over the couch all on your own.”

“No — I-“ Curt rubbed his sleepy eyes, cheeks burning red as he sighed and sat up to straddle Bucky’s waist, looking around the room again as his eyes began to adjust. “Galey,” he blinked, “What is he talkin’ about?”

Gale once again felt the spotlights warmth, harsh and scorching like the suns rays on beach days — instead of speaking, he stood up and walked to the couch, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead and then his cheeks, his chin, his eyebrows, even.

Whilst Gale took care of the kisses, Bucky used that time to gather some of the moisture from Curt’s belly and use it to tease his hole, fingers pushed in right to the knuckle. One at first, and then two — already, he was coming undone.

Eyes closed, whimpers spilling out of him as he rocked his hips back against Bucky’s fingers. “I had a dream that,” Curt gasped softly, gripping onto a couch cushion for stability as Bucky fucked him open with his fingers. “That I had both of you in me. And it felt so good,” he leaned his head back, catching Gales lips with his own. “I never felt nothin’ like that.”

“Too little.” Gale shook his head, certain they’d split him right in half if they dare try anything so absurd sounding. “Wouldn’t that hurt you?”

Curt shook his head, hand wrapping around the back of Gales neck to lick into his mouth. “You worry too much.” He whispered, a gasp following once Bucky replaced his fingers with his cock. “Nothin’ can hurt me.”

“Right,” Gale pulled away, tugging his shirt over his head, his pants pooled around his ankles. “Forgot.”

A dog barks in the distance. A rooster crows, though it’s well into the afternoon — Bucky finds it odd, but he can’t focus on anything other than the feeling of Curt around him, so soft and warm. “Can try it.” Bucky whispered, his hands reaching behind Curtis to spread his cheeks and guide him further onto his cock.

Curt was already stuffing his throat with Gales cock before another world could be spoken — nice and wet for whenever Buck decided to stop worrying about shattering Curt like an expensive piece of China.

It wasn’t long before Gale could hardly contain himself. “M’gonna come if you keep it up, darlin’.” He whispered which had forced Curt to back off of him with an a loud pop, wet lips dribbling down his chin and he grinned.

“Much as I love the way you taste, Galey, I’m tryin’ to make my dreams come true.”

A position redirection was needed and so Curt straddled Bucky’s waist once he sat up, sinking back onto his cock with a subtle hiss through his teeth. “C’mon,” Bucky whispered to Gale, position re-adjusted again so Curt was between them, pliant and already a little ditzy looking. “See if he can take it.”

And, he did.

There were a couple frustrated groans here and there. Another readjustment, and then another. Even a muttering from Gale who wanted to throw in the towel. “Too little, baby. I told you — it’s-“

“Shut up.”

“Ok.”

When Gale finally managed to slip his cock in with Bucky’s, he gasped. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt — so warm, and so tight.

A rhythm was found once Curt had adjusted, taking deep breaths and swapping sloppy kisses with both of them until he began to rock his hips, his chest heaving with stuttered breaths once he’d bottomed out on both of them, blue eyes fluttering behind heavy lids and forced to focus. “Faster,” he begged, a stream of tears rolling down his cheeks. “Fuck me. Please — I can take it, i — I promise”

Bucky lead the way, his hips rutting upward into Curt which had forced Gale to match his pace, their cocks in tandem slamming into Curt who was falling apart, a hand clamped over his mouth to conceal the squeals, the moans, the whines and whimpers. “Look at you,” John could hardly believe his eyes — his angel, his pretty baby. “Just like your dream, ain’t it?”

Curt could hardly form words, let alone remember any. A mess of his own drool, fluttering crossed eyes, a body that was no longer his own.

“I— I’m gonna,” Gale huffed softly, cheeks red, his blonde hair damp with sweat with a heaving chest. “I’m gonna come, Bucky.” His breath quickened, “I can’t — fuck — “

A scorching warmth fizzled into Curt’s belly who sobbed into his hands, the feeling so euphoric he trembled. “Gimme it,” Curt grabbed Bucky’s jaw, spit dribbling from his lips and into John’s mouth, a sloppy kiss followed just after. “Galey — I feel it in my belly —“

A howl came from nearby, too close to be coming from outside.

The familiar scent of freshly spun hay replaced the musky and so fucking addictive smell of them, the thick wet tongue of a Husky that lapped against his cheek to wake him as it did every morning.

John’s eyes cracked open, his heart racing in his chest when he pulled his sheets away to find he’d ruined his underwear. “Christ, Angel.” He mumbled, sitting up slowly to rub his eyes, eyeing the picture he kept of the three of them at his bedside. “Gale. Ya owe me your Maple Leaf, buddy.”

He slung his tired legs over the edge of his bed, the picture he talked to more often than anyone else held in his hands whilst Meatball did circles in front of him, ecstatic that his best friend had finally woke up. “I’d do anything to be where you are.” He looked at them. Their smiles, their eyes that held so much promise of a safe return. A life they’d live together. “I’d do anything.”