darrel curtis imagine

“My baby”

I said, holding a picture of someone older than my own parents .

Cuddling with the Outsiders

Ponyboy Curtis

Originally posted by morguemami

Ponyboy would be one for cuddling all the time. Wherever and whenever. He would love to show you affection and kiss your forehead.

Sodapop Curtis

Originally posted by toughchim

Soda calls you cute names like “sugar” and “baby girl” while holding you. He always wants to cuddle with you laying on top of him and he would play with your hair. He would also love when you fall asleep on him.

Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis

Originally posted by 80s-imaginer

Darry never really has time for cuddling. Even if you two live in the same house with the boys he would come in and just fall asleep instantly in bed, but on some nights he would wrap you in his arms and tell you how much he loves you and how he appreciates all you do for the boys with being their mother figure.

Dallas ‘Dally’ Winston

Originally posted by 197585

Dally a famous player would be a sucker for slinging his arm around you and pulling you in his lap and kissing you all over. “You’re my girl. Forever and always.” Then kissing you making all the guys groan with how lovey dovey the two of you get.

Johnny Cade

Originally posted by outsidercade

Johnny’s favorite thing is to be held by you and you stroking his hair. He is so desperate for love and affection and you are more than happy to provide the boy with all the love you can give.

Steve Randle

Originally posted by 80sau

Steve wouldn’t be keen on cuddling, but he would always play fight you and grab you in big bear hugs to suffice for the lack of cuddling.

Keith ‘Two-Bit’ Matthews

Originally posted by girlsandgangsofficial

Two-Bit would love to show off that you were his girl and always be affectionate in front of everyone. He would take every chance to snuggle and give you back massages and everything in between.

3

“Dinner’s ready.”  You hollered while setting down the last plate onto the dining room table.  A ruckus erupted from the next room over; sounds of shoving and hollering evident as the boys fought to the be the first to the table.  Shouts of ‘Lay off’ and ‘Quit it’ ringing through your ears before Darry stepped through the doorway.  Followed so closely by Sodapop and Dally that you were surprised they didn’t all crash into each other.

“This looks amazing.”  Ponyboy marveled, rushing towards a chair to start pilling food onto his plate.  The rest of the boys followed suit, shuffling quickly into chairs before all arms began shooting out for plates of food.

Darry stopped by your side, pressing a quick peck to your lips, which elicited a mass groan from the boys at the table.  “Get a room!”  Sodapop shouted, ripping off a piece of his roll and throwing it at his older brother.

“Hey.”  Darry stated, pointing a stern finger towards Soda.  “Don’t go starting a food fight unless you want to clean it up.”  Ducking your head into Darry’s shoulder you laughed quietly; patting his chest before taking your seat grab your own plates of food.

Cuddling Preference - The Gang

A/N: Hope you enjoy anon! 

Word Count: 357

Warnings: Sex mention 

Darry: Darry doesn’t have a lot of free time, but when he does, he spends as much of it as he can cuddling you. He wraps his strong arms around you and holds you close to him. Darry loves spooning and holding you close makes him feel strong.

Two-Bit: Two-Bit likes cuddling when he’s watching TV more than any other time. He’ll lay on his back and coax you to lay on top of him. One time he tried to drink beer whilst cuddling you, but that ended with him falling asleep, spilling beer on you both and you both having to shower.

Dally: Dally won’t admit it, but he can’t sleep without you. After just a few weeks of dating you, he realized physical affection other than just sex was actually nice. He doesn’t really have a favorite way to cuddle, he just holds you in a way that makes you both comfortable.

Steve: Steve isn’t huge on cuddling, but after a fight with his dad, he’ll give you a long hug and sometimes that leads to cuddling. Generally, the two of you spoon.

Soda: Soda cuddles you all of the time. At the movies, at home, during dinner, and at night. He loves sleeping with your head on his chest and his arms around you, keeping you close to him. He especially loves smelling your hair and watching your back rise and fall.

Johnny: When Johnny’s had a rough day at home or he’s just feeling upset, he’ll be very cuddly. He doesn’t like to cuddle in bed (he gets too warm), but he’ll wrap his arms around you and hold you close when the two of you are just sitting around.

Pony: Pony’s favorite thing to do is invite you over when his brothers aren’t home and cuddle you. Even though Darry thinks “cuddling leads to teen pregnancy”, you two truly just cuddle. He wraps his arms around you and you’ll lay your head on his shoulder sometimes watching him draw or studying with him.

do you think c. thomas howell wakes up every morning grateful that he got cuddled by rob lowe <i>and</i> ralph macchio?????

6

“ You think my old man gives a hang if I’m dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or something, he doesn’t care but that doesn’t bother me. You’re not going anywhere.” 

2

You were so distracted by the feel of Darry hovering over you, body pressing down to pin yours against the couch cushions while his lips left bruising kisses against your lips that you didn’t even hear the guys clambering up the front porch.  Sodapop came crashing through the front door first, a loud groan escaping him when he noticed your compromising position.

“Get a room you two.”  Steve shouted, slinging an arm over Soda’s shoulders as he came up beside him.  Darry pulled away sheepishly, rolling off of the bed and tucking his shirt back into the front of his unbuckled jeans while you subconsciously readjusted your top.

“Ya’ll couldn’t have knocked?  Just this once?”  Darry huffed, fingers fumbling with his belt in his frustration.  Two-Bit shook his head, plopping down into the nearest armchair to solidify that they weren’t about to leave anytime soon.  Darry shot you an apologetic look, shoulders deflating as he realized you wouldn’t be able to finish what you had started for the foreseeable future.

Headcanons for Cuddling on a Movie Night with the Gang

A/N: I hope you like this, anon! I tweaked the request a little bit, but I like how this turned out. I’ll be updating my masterlist soon for anyone who wants to check it out 

Word Count: 265

Headcanon Count: 20

Warnings: Innuendo mention (?) 

Pairing: The Gang x Reader 

- It was Soda and Steve’s idea to have a gang movie night
- So, on Friday night, everyone gathers in the Curtis’ living room
- Blankets, pillows, and bowls of popcorn mixed with M&Ms are all over
- You sit sandwiched between Johnny and Darry at the beginning of the movie
- However, you start to notice Johnny’s not as close to you as he was but instead he’s leaning more and more against Dally
- And you also notice that Dally’s not pushing him away
- Pony is leaned against Two-Bit
- They’re both highly involved in the movie and really into the plot
- Steve is sitting with his legs on Soda’s lap and they snicker whenever a sex joke is made
- Or the word “penis” is said
- Or the word “breast” is said
- About halfway through the movie, you mention that you’re getting tired
- Darry suggests that you lay across him and Johnny and Dally so you can rest
- “Yeah, doll. Put your head in my lap,” Dally winks
- You instead put a pillow on Darry’s lap and rest your head there
- Then, you lay your legs across Johnny and Dally’s laps
- You realize your eyes are closed the next thing you know, someone groans, “Y/N, get off!”
- You take a moment to realize that the movie is over and you rolled off of the couch and onto Steve
- After rolling off of Steve, you lay between Two-Bit and Soda
- You fall asleep again soon after that, happy to be surrounded by friends that are like family

birthday w/ the gang headcanons!

❃ soda demanded you celebrate your birthday at the curtis house.

❃ darry said he would bake the cake himself and spare everyone the trouble of buying one.

❃ pony and johnny woke you up on your birthday, succeeding in their goal of being the first people you saw on your birthday.

❃ two-bit sang a soulful “happy birthday” every time he saw you that day.

❃ dally called you “the birthday kid” and asked for your “age again, kid?” he grinned when you blushed.

❃ steve didn’t say much, but his actions made up for his words when he presented you with an expensive silver bracelet adorned with a few diamonds after cake when you two were alone.

❃ “I’ve been saving up for a while for that, you know.”

❃ soda called you “birthday princess” and pony insisted it was your “big day” although you tried convincing him otherwise.

❃ tim shepard arrived with curly, but they pretended they didn’t know about the party.

❃ curly went in for a hug, and tim shared a cigarette with you outside as the sun slowly set.

❃ “today’s your birthday, yeah?”

❃ “that’s what my mother tells me.”

❃ everyone danced around the curtis house to elvis, singing at the top of their lungs.

❃ the boys took turns dancing with you, spinning you around. two-bit tried to “dip” you and nearly broke his back and dropped you. said he forgot about his recent injury.

❃ dally decided that for your birthday it’d be fun to get a kiss on the cheek from each guy.

❃ staying up all night to cherish your birthday.

❃ the boys — except steve — all promised to get you a present as soon as they could afford it.

❃ they were determined, although you said it was fine if they didn’t get anything.

❃ it was the most fun you had had on your birthday in years, considering birthdays were never very fun for you.

4

Imagine: Things getting heated between you and Darry, and the gang walks in on you.

Request: “Can you do a darry curtis x reader where you two get caught by someone in the gang?” For Anon.

Warning: Kinda heated

A/N: I love Darry tbh and there aren’t enough imagines for him, so I thought I might as well have fun with this, why get caught by someone in the gang when you can get caught by everyone in the gang!

      You were sitting in the living room of the Curtis house, Darry was in the kitchen, and the rest of the gang was getting ready for a party at Buck’s.

      “Bye Dar, bye Y/N!” Sodapop finally calls before following the others out of the house.

      You get up off the couch and make your way to the kitchen, “and then there were two,” you singsong, leaning against the doorframe.

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D A L L Y W I N S T O N

“Don’t you know a rumble ain’t a rumble without me?”

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Football Quarterback | Darrel Curtis

A/N: Collab with @littlewolfdiaries! Happy to put this long gem out there.

Pairing: Highschool Darry x Reader

Warning(s): SMUT, so much sin

Summary: Reader and Darry have an arrangement, one that’s very fulfilling, but it comes to a startling end when his parents unexpectedly die.

Part 2 Preview: Reader reconnects with Darry years later, and they realize just how they’ve changed and miss each other.

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Part 1

October 12, 1962.

He approaches your desk as you fidget with the plastic spiral of your notebook, pencil resting against your bottom lip. Football jerseys have a way about making their possessors look godly, or so you’ve noticed.

As if by magic, your attention is averted from the dusty chalkboard and its written page number. You have no idea, and you won’t have any idea, what the significance of the War of Camden is. A true, blatant tragedy.

Only, now he’s not walking towards you. He’s walking past you to get to his friend three seats behind you.

Desperation: an eleven-letter long word you completely and entirely embody as you take out a loose leaf sheet of paper.

He’s discussing his strategy for that big game tonight with his thick voice. Your pencil flies across the paper in haste.

No, it’s not a love letter. If it was it would have a quirkier title like, ‘Dear Darrel Curtis, Fire of My Loins’ instead of a pathetic call for help to your best friend. You think she’s your best friend, anyway.

He’s talking to you when he asks if you’re going to the game tonight. You are, you reply, cautiously flipping over the thousand word grand manifesto of your teenage hormones.

“You know, I always thought you were a—”

“— Junior, I know.”

“Huh,” he remarks, contemplative as usual. Darry’s undoubtedly Paul Newman, but you can’t deny the way he pulls off Brando. “You’re only a baby, aren’t you?”

October 21, 1962.

His hair doesn’t ruffle like yours does as he slides off your top. You run your hands down him. The muscles aren’t taut, but they’re defined and hard.

Darry’s kissing you hard as you undo his pants. His tongue kneads yours, searching and exploring your mouth. For whatever reason, you don’t think he’d ever remove his jeans himself.

Must be a pride thing, you decide. He’s a good guy underneath the limelight layers.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He questions as your warm panties slip past your ankles.

You’re trying to convince yourself that there is a micro-shred of modesty left within you so you leave your soft pink skirt on.

It pools around you as you climb onto the boy’s lap. He leaves your thin shirt on, groping underneath for the clasp to your bra. He finds it.

His jaw is clean-shaven. You’ve never really seen him without it all like that. Blue-eyed puppy.

A big good puppy, though, you note as a hand grabs hard at your breast. Involuntarily, you moan and turn the dark hue of a ripe strawberry. It’s okay, he assures you, I wanna hear you.

Darry rubs the fabric of your plain blouse against your nipple using only his large thumb. You flinch, unused to the sensation. It’s better with the top on.

When his thumb skims over the peak of both, you can’t control yourself any longer. You’d much rather just get things going.

“Are you hard?” You ask. The question itself is not vulgar, but you experience an inexplicable rush of a welcomed wave of confidence.

“Almost,” he answers before running both hands through his hair. He’s lying.

You take advantage of the opportunity presented and scoot into his chest. Your lips find his neck as you press yourself into him, grinding and rolling your hips.

Darry groans deep within his throat. It’s so odd; you can feel his large member against you through his underwear, erect and throbbing. It’s hot and just barely dips past your wet lips as you hungrily hump his hips.

His jaw is clenched tight. He demands that you grab him, temporarily losing himself in his saturated sensations.

Your hands pulls back the waistband of the white undergarment, reaching for his thick cock. Rolling a light finger over his head you spread his pre-cum and find the lubrication perfect for petting his bulging veins.

Your fingers slowly glide over them. They look angry, his dick so big and eager. Imagining the tip of your tongue tracing his veins makes you throb.

“Fuck,” Darry lets out as you tighten your grip on him, finally guiding his length to your wet pussy.

The tip slips in and you both loudly moan in surprise. However, you have trouble getting more of him in.

“You’re so tight,” he says. His eyes screw shut for a few seconds and his hands find your hipbones.

Darry pulls you down onto him without warning. Bruises begin to form as you cry out. He fills you up with a sickly sweet combination of pain and pleasure.

You pull yourself up in anticipation of slamming back down on his hips. His length appears from inside you, slick. Everything feels raw. Girth and length morph together to create his veiny member, the definition of perfection.

He lets you take one more ride before pulling out and pushing you flat onto your back. Darry spreads open your legs, still in your pretty skirt, and snickers at the excitement that overtakes your features when he haphazardly slaps his cock against your clit, accidentally sliding into your folds every-so-often.

His first thrust isn’t bad. He manipulates your leg to a strange degree with the promise it’ll feel better. It does, you can feel his cock hitting against your wall and it sends you into a song of cries and whimpers.

His blue eyes slam shut as he lets out a string of moans and groans, twitching as he pulls his length out of your tight little pussy.

Darry halts his rhythm with a growled warning, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Where?” He didn’t wear anything.

He reaches for a small towel before you stop him. “Cum on me,” you order.

You don’t have ask more than once. Darry lifts your shirt up to your collarbones with speed, cumming all over your stomach and boobs.

Your own high follows suit, as does your inquiry of the taste of Darry’s cum. His finger collects the warm liquid off the swell of your tits, popping it into your mouth.

His eyes flutter closed as your tongue circles his wide digit in a variety of techniques, grabbing his hand to add more. You suck his fingers like you wish you could his dick, hard and unrelenting.

Darry hums and asks when you want to meet next.

———————

His parents aren’t home Saturday night. They took his siblings. Darry’s home alone and he calls you, knowing you’ll come.

You sit down on his couch. You’re stiff and uncomfortable, legs crossed too tight with a straight spine.

He holds out a hand, helping you stand. “You like things rough, don’t you?”

Without responding, you simply blush.

“Suck my dick.”

He pushes you at your shoulders back onto the couch where you topple down, his hips eye-level.

Darry feels so out of character, but satisfied with his effects on you. He can’t wait to tell his friends about this.

You palm at his jeans, feeling for an erection. “I’m not starting you off,” you say, hoping for leverage.

“Come on,” he begs.

You manage to push him onto the couch next to you and get up. He smirks, assuming you’ll drop to your knees in front of him.

Instead you drop yourself onto one of his thighs. The friction against your pussy is a welcome feeling. He groans, but you can see the tent forming in his pants so you keep going.

“Alright,” he says thickly. “You promised.”

Smiling, you make yourself comfortable kneeling on the floor and force his jeans down.

“You better do it good.” Darry says, suddenly playful. “If you want to get fucked, anyways.”

“You’ll see,” you lick your lips. You’re committed to this and he can see it. You figure Darry’s dick is good to practice on— big enough and thick. You want the reassurance and security of knowing you give good head.

You lick his tip multiple times like a lollipop, running your tongue flat and hard against his sensitive slit. Next, you make a show of licking the length of his cock.

A hand shoots out to cup his balls which you rub gently as you fit as much of Darry’s length into your mouth as you can. You suck at it, cheeks hollowing.

You take him out and spread the wetness with your hand, pumping him and running your thumb along his head a few times. His hips buck towards you.

You put his dick back in your mouth again, bobbing up and down. Your hand manages the rest. Teasingly, your fingers hardly meet as you stroke him.

He cums so quickly after you leave open-mouthed kisses on his balls, you’re disappointed.

You hold him as he twitches, cumming all over the bottom of his shirt.

“That was so good,” he breathes after a string of curses. He removes his stained shirt. “Holy fuck.”

You smirk, he’s such a teenage boy. Always acting experienced, dominant. The popular football captain; millions of girls crushing over him, but he’s a good boy (yet supposedly lost his virginity at 15 and has been at it ever since).

“We should do this forever,” Darry says, dreamily, recovering from his high.

You never expect his parents to die so suddenly. You never expect his boyish innocence, his naivety to completely fade away.

Headcanons for Not Being Able to Have Kids with Darry

A/N: I couldn’t do a full imagine on this simply because I have never been in this situation so I would not be educated enough to describe the process of sperm analysis and the testing or the emotions that come after getting your test results. I did a bit of research and tried to place myself in the shoes of the reader to make these realistic. I hope you all enjoy these!

Word Count: 188

Headcanon Count: 14

Warnings: Infertility mention (?)

Pairing: Darry Curtis x Reader

- You and Darry had been trying to have a baby for months
- But nothing has been happening
- So, you scheduled an appointment with your doctor
- That ended up with Darry doing a sperm analysis and you taking a blood test
- The hardest part was the two week waiting period while they found out your results
- So, when the phone finally rings, you practically lunge for it
- Darry watches you nervously and listens the best that he can
- He doesn’t have to listen for long before he hears the results
- You’ve never seen Darry look so crushed
- As heartbroken as he is, he shoves that aside and pulls you into his arms the minute he sees your lower lip tremble
- Darry holds you close, his chin resting on your head as you cry into his chest and you’re incredibly grateful to have him as a rock in your life
- A couple of days later, you’re ready to talk without starting to cry
- You both sit down and after a long, long, long talk, you come to a decision
- You’re going to adopt a baby

Darry/Sodapop BSM Imagine - You get in trouble

(bsm - brother sister moment)

requested by @kattycoops
sorry this took so long

You got suspended from school again from a fight, this wasn’t the first time. Sodapop had to come and pick you up. He took you back to the DX.

“Darry’s gonna kill you,” Sodapop said. “Again.” He said turning the car off. You step out “Won’t be first and the last time.” You told him shutting the door. “Did you at least win?” He asked trying to reason. You whipped around quickly with a smirk, “Name a fight I’ve lost.” You say walking into the DX. Sodapop rolled his eyes.

Steve looked up, “Y/N! You’re home early!” He exclaimed, he was excited you and Steve were the best of friends with small crushes here and there. “Got suspended!” You said with a giggle. “Fight?” He asked. “Yup!” You said pulling a coke out of the fridge. “Ya win?” He asked dumbly. “Does it look like I lost?” You ask. “Right. Dumb question.” He responded. You giggled.

Here comes Darry blazing fire. “Y/N!” He boomed. “Yes.” You say smart. “You get in one more fight or anymore trouble I’m gonna hand you your hind-end. If you don’t shaping up. We had the conversation last time.” He huffed. “Get your stuff and get in the car. NOW!” He yelled. You looked down and nodded.

“Aye! Take it easy on er’! She the only sister we got.” Sodapop said. Darry looked at you, “I’m more starting to think she’s Dally’s.”

How Darry reacts to anything Ponyboy does:

Originally posted by allreactions