hii! can you do a story with steve randle where the gang and reader are at a party, and reader gets kinda drunk and is all clingy and whiny to steve. and then turn it into smut towards the end? if that makes sense 😭
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ “You want me to take you infront of everyone?” — ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀ.
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⋆·˚ ༘ * — author : HI BABES SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU GUYS FOR SO LONG. IM BACK I PROMISE. This lowkey is rushed i’m sorry :(
⋆·˚ ༘ * — warnings : F!Reader, mentions of drinking, pet names, P in V, reader is slightly tipsy, Steve X reader
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YOU went to a party with your boyfriend, STEVE , like usual. The gang wanted some action so they tagged along too, except Ponyboy, who Darry made stay back because he didn’t want him to be hungover for school the next day.
You were feeling a little ansty that night, so you decided to have a couple of drinks, but apparently you had a drink too many because here you were now, clinging onto Steve’s arm as he leans up against a countertop.
“Hi, Stevie.” You giggle, smiling cheesily as him.
“Hey.” Steve replied, releasing your grip on him, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug.
“You’re flat out drunk aren’t ya’, baby?” He said cracking a grin, looking down at you, to which you just giggled and buried your head in his chest, you might’ve wondered where the gang was, if you weren’t drunk.
Dallas was drinking a cold one on the couch while having his arms wrapped around two chicks, one blond, the other brunette.
Soda was getting surrounded by girls, to which he tried to avoid because he still hurt over Sandy.
Johnny was sitting on the other side of the couch with Two-Bit.
But, you didn’t really care. The alcohol in your system only made you want one thing.
Steve.
“I want you, Stevie.” You whined pouting, looking up at him as he took a sip of beer.
This made him almost choke, he wasn't expecting you to be so forward.
"Just wait, sugar. We are gon' leave in a little bit." He replied, turning his face away from you, trying to hide his reddened face.
"Noo, I want you now." You whined, kissing his neck. You reached down and grabbed his waist, pulling him against you.
"Wait. Or do you want me to take you right here in front of everyone?'
Steve whispered into your ear, his voice low and sultry. He wasn't being serious and was obviously messing with you, but you weren't so opposed to the idea.
"Freak."
He teased upon seeing your mischievous smile at the idea.
"You don't wanna wait, huh?" His voice shifted, and he sat down his beer. Steve leaned his head down and kissed you.
"Mhm", you whined against his lips, leaning into the kiss before dropping your head down to kiss his juggular.
He didn't reply, he just pulled back and grabbed your hand and led you towards the bathroom of whoever's house you guys were in.
You followed him, stumbling slightly over god knows what was on the ground, you didn’t bother to look down. Probably beer bottles and shoes.
Steve pulled you into the bathroom and closed the door behind the two of you.
You didn’t waste a second. You hopped up onto the bathroom counter and grabbed the ends of your shirt, yanking it up over your head and Steve did the same with his.
As soon as your shirt came off, his lips were on yours again. He had his palm against your cheek his lips moved with yours. You and Steve’s breath smelled of alcohol but neither of you cared.
He then reached down and placed his hands on your waist.
“You sure you don’t wanna wait till we get home, baby?” He breathed against your neck as he whispered into your ear.
You felt your panties getting more and more soaked every single that was wasted without him pounding into your tight cunt.
“Yes.” You whined, almost begging with anticipation.
Steve wasted no time. He lifted you up, setting you down onto the counter.
He stood between your legs, hands reaching for the button of your jeans.
He quickly took off your jeans, pulling them down to your ankles in a quick motion, not bothering to take them off fully.
Then he stood up and started to take his off, revealing an tent his boxers.
Holy fuck. He was huge, even with his cock confided by his underwear.
You let out a soft gasp, your pink, puffy lips parting as you watched your boyfriend’s hand reach into his boxers, pulling out his cock.
The tip red and throbbing, pre-cum dripping down from the slit.
Steve let out a shaky breath as he gave his cock a few hard tugs, it slapping against his stomach slightly when he let go.
You wasted no time, quickly hopping off the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lips met his.
Steve hoisted you up, you immediately wrapping your legs around his waist like instinct.
The brunette then turned his body and stepped towards the wall. He pressed your back against the cold tile of the bathroom.
You let out a soft gasp at the sensation, feeling your slick sliding down the lips of your needy cunt.
“You ready?” Steve huffed, his chest rising up and down quickly with want and desire.
You nod, and Steve props you up against his thighs, his free hand reaching down between him and your drooling pussy to grab his cock.
He slid the tip between your folds, pulling a soft mew from you as you tried to grind down.
He tuts, pulling his member away from you.
“Patient, gotta prep my princess. Make sure I don’t leave ‘er too sore.”
You whined before he pressed his tip against your hole, sliding his cock through the slick of your cunt, using it as lube before he slid his dick inside.
It started slow, sensual.
Steve’s hands gripping your waist as he slowly thrust into you, his pace almost painful.
But once he felt like you were ready, he didn’t hold back.
His cock slammed into you at an intense pace, making you take the whole thing.
“Steve.” You cried, your forehead pressed against his shoulder, his muscles flexing underneath you.
Your brain turning mush as your boyfriend slammed against your cervix. You could’ve sworn you felt his tip hit one of your lungs.
Sweat was dripping down his forehead, the bathroom suddenly felt a lot warmer as your moans echoed against the tiles as you felt your climax approaching.
“ ‘Finna— hah, gonna—gonna cum.” You breathed out. Steve didn’t reply, he just kept his pace.
You tilted your head away from him, your breath heavy.
Steve’s hand slid underneath your bra, his thumb grazing against your hard nipple, the skin sensitive to his touch.
You whimpered and closed your eyes.
“Ya like that, don’t you?” He leaned against your head, his free hand grabbing your chin and forced you to look at him, not slowing his pace as his cock furiously pounded into you, almost animalistic.
You came undone just at his words, not being able to form your own as you let out a loud, erotic moan.
Steve’s pace speed up as he began to chase his own high.
Muttering nonsense about how pretty you were between quiet whimpers.
He removed his hand from your chin and reached down between your legs, pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles.
His cock twitched inside your soaking cunt as he spilt warm, white ropes of cum into your pussy.
As you guys both came down from your high, preparing for a possible second round, you suddenly heard the bathroom doorknob twist.
Your face went red as you remembered that you guys forgot to lock the door.
summary: you and darry have been together for as long as soda and pony remember that to them—and the gang—you’ve been married the entire time. in fact, they all see you and darry as the parents.
pairing: darrel “darry” curtis x fem!reader
includes: cursing, fluff, angst if you squint, dally is a menace, two-bit is obsessed with mickey mouse (obvi), the usual in an outsiders fanfic
a/n: i love darry curtis, he’s my favorite 🫠
You woke up to the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, tired eyes squinting at the sudden brightness evading your vision. The bedroom was completely still—except for the slow spins of the fan above—and yet you knew the second you stepped out, chaos would fill the house.
Darry stirred beside you, his arm tightening around your waist and head tucking into your neck. “You awake?”
You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly at his morning voice. “Mhm, though it seems like you’re barely awake.”
He simply hummed in response and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing tired kisses to your neck and jaw. You scratch his scalp and let the calm from the morning wash over the both of you before you had to get up and run the household like you were running a tight ship.
“You ready to get up yet?” You ask softly, pausing your movements when you don’t get a response. “Darry?”
“Yeah,” He groaned and sat up, leaning back on his elbows. “I’m up.”
You giggle and wipe away the tiredness from his eyes, earning a quick kiss to the lips before he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched properly. You follow suit and sit beside him, tilting your head to meet his blue-green eyes.
“You tired already, old man?”
Darry playfully glared at you, “You’re the one who wanted to stay up all night.”
“And you agreed.” You point out and move to stand, laughing when he pulled you to stand in between his legs, his chin resting on your abdomen. You rest a manicured hand on his jaw, thumb gently rubbing his incoming stubble. “We’re only twenty, Dar. We’re still young.”
“I know.” He murmured and pressed a kiss on your palm. “You remind me every day.”
You smile softly and watch him as he stands, resting a warm hand on your waist. He kisses your forehead before pulling out his work clothes for the day, making you spring right into action.
The routine you and Darry had started ever since you practically moved in with the Curtises. While he got ready for work in the morning, you made it your job to get the boys up and ready for their own day—occasionally the rest of the gang when they stayed over. Last night, Johnny stayed over.
You knocked on the boys’ bedroom door before opening it quietly, your heart tugging at the sight of Ponyboy wrapped in Sodapop’s arms. You sat on the end of their bed and gently shake Sodapop awake first, watching his face contort in discomfort.
“You gotta get up now, Pepsi-Cola. I don’t want you late for work again.” You say quietly as he finally sits up, exhaustion covering his face. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands and slowly making his way to the bathroom to shower, work clothes in hand.
You sigh and look back at Ponyboy who was still under the covers. “Hey, Pony. It’s time to get up for school.”
“Five more minutes, mom.” He groaned and tugged the blanket over his head, not realizing what he had said.
For a second, you sat frozen at his words. There were several instances where the boys would call you mom, but they were all fairly conscious and said it as a joke. But as Ponyboy subconsciously called you his mom, your heart only ached at the thought. And you could never replace Mrs. Curtis—everyone knew that.
“Ponyboy, you need to get up.” You pulled the covers away from him, looking down at his tired figure with soft eyes. “Please? You can’t miss another day of school or Darry’s gonna have to come down to the principal’s again.”
After contemplating—although you knew Ponyboy just wanted to lay in bed longer—he begrudgingly got up and shooed you out of the bedroom, muttering a quick acknowledgment in your direction.
You sighed before entering the living room, a sad smile tugging at your lips when you spotted Johnny curled up on the couch. His limbs were hanging off the edge and the blanket barely covered his body, but you knew he would rather sleep here than at the lot or worse, his own home.
“Hey, Johnnycakes.” You kneel beside him and put a hand on his arm, careful to not scare him from the sudden action. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby.” He mumbled and gave you a sheepish smile before sitting up, straightening his jacket to have something to fiddle with. “Sorry for intrudin’.”
You stand and fold the blanket, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re always welcome, Johnny. Hell, I’d have you move in with us if it weren’t for your folks.”
Johnny burned red and nodded, mumbling an excuse about needing to use the restroom. You opened your mouth to tell him Sodapop was occupying the space, but the sudden stomps of boots that came running inside the house interrupted you, the screen door rattling behind them.
“Two-Bit Mathews and Steve Randle!” You call from the living room as they ran into the kitchen to grab the chocolate cake from the icebox, ignoring Darry’s disappointed look. “What did I say about slamming the door?”
“Sorry, ma!” They hollered in unison, sitting their asses right in front of the television that was tuned into Mickey Mouse for Two-Bit’s sanity.
You rolled your eyes and entered the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as Darry prepared breakfast for the household. You watched him with a smile, eyeing him up and down before meeting his gaze, his eyebrow raised in your direction.
“What? You can’t blame a woman for staring at her boyfriend who looks effortlessly handsome cooking.” You brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, cheeks dusted with a light pink hue. “Besides, you chose not to wear a shirt in the morning, Superman.”
“Maybe because I’m comfortable like this.” Darry swapped the finished eggs for bacon, pulling out the grape jelly for Sodapop and hard boiled eggs for Ponyboy. “Or maybe because your reactions are totally worth it.”
“Aw, you love me.” You put a hand on your heart dramatically and smile wider when he pulled you close by the waistband of your sleep shorts. “Hey—“
“I do love you, don’t question it.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to your lips, smirking when you gasped at the sudden action.
Darry knew you knew that he hated public displays of affection. So when he initiated it in his own house filled with the boys who you both knew would make fun of the display, you were thoroughly shocked.
“Darrel, man, do you have an ice pack—? Jesus Christ, keep that in the bedroom.” Dally scrubbed his face at the sight of the two you of you and turned away, boots heavy against the floor as he headed back into the living room where he last was.
You pulled away from the kiss, giggling at Darry’s suddenly bright red face. “You know, for a manly guy, you get red real fast, Curtis.”
“Shut up.” He snapped your waistband against your hip and spun you around, nudging you out of the kitchen playfully. “I love you.”
“Love you more.” You huff in amusement and tilt your head back at him, blowing a kiss before changing your gaze toward the boys sitting in the living room, each boy doing their own thing.
Sodapop was lazily laying on the couch with a towel wrapped around his waist, Ponyboy was most likely telling Johnny about his latest book read, Dallas was smoking a cigarette and blowing it in Steve’s face, and Two-Bit—well—he still sat directly in front of the television with the plate of cake in front of him, using his hands to dig into the sweet without care.
You sighed at the sight and grabbed your purse, taking money from your wallet and handing five dollar bills to Johnny and Ponyboy.
“For lunch. If you don’t eat, I will find you and make you eat extra for dinner, yes?” You put your hands on your hips and tap your finger, watching them with a careful eye as they nodded vigorously and tucked the money into their pockets.
Sodapop lolled his head to the side and met your eyes, making you raise your brows at his appearance. “Why aren’t you dressed for work?”
“Thought I could wait until after breakfast.” He mused, running his fingers through his wet hair before shaking his head like a wet dog, earning an annoyed groan from Dallas. “That alright, mom?”
You exhale slowly and rub your temples, choosing to ignore what he called you. “As long as you’re ready before it’s time for you to leave, it’s alright.” You opened your eyes again and stared at the boys as they returned to do their own thing, wishing they would cooperate a little better than they did.
Just as you caught Dallas stubbing his cigarette into the wooden side table instead of the ashtray you specifically bought for him, Darry walked into the living room and put a hand on your back, stabilizing your overworked mind without knowing it. You looked up to your right and gave him a soft smile, earning one back before he spoke to the boys.
“Breakfast is ready.” Darry announced and watched his brothers and the rest of the gang stumble over their own feet to get a piece of real food before anyone else ate it—almost like a stampede of animals in Africa.
“You better be washing your hands first!” You call out to them when you heard plates clash into each other, pursing your lips to hide a grin when their groans and complaints rang through the house.
You waited until you heard rushing water to look up at Darry properly, his hand still warm against your back.
He tilted his head down and smiled, “You ought to be their real mother with the way you scold them.”
“Six boys under one roof? Hmph, sounds like a recipe for disaster.” You rest your hands on his chest, feeling his steady heart beat under your fingertips. “Besides, if I’m gonna be a mother, I’d rather it not be with those group of boys—“
“Steve, that’s not your egg!”
“Well, Dally took my egg!”
“Can y’all shut up?”
“No!”
You and Darry look back at one another, your laughter and his chuckles ringing through the air. You both knew you would rather take care of these boys rather than send them back to their terrible homes—it was part of the Curtis’ open door policy. Besides, you cared for each boy in their own way, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Sodapop as your main priority.
“You think they’ll let us have our own breakfast?” Darry moved his hand to your hip and slowly moved toward the kitchen, the arguing from the boys getting louder with each step.
You peer into the crowded kitchen, eyes widening at the sight of the once clean space. “I think they probably ate all the food already… Maybe.”
“Hey, it’s mom and dad!” Two-Bit pointed the two of you out, the food that was stuffed in his mouth flying out with every word.
The rest of the gang cheered in laughter—each boy expressing their own opinion on your relationship.
Dallas was beyond disgusted by the two of you, but still agreed that you were both like the parents of the gang; Two-Bit loved calling the two of you ‘mom and dad,’ finding joy in the simple things; Steve didn’t care too much, only adding to the joke whenever he felt like it; Johnny thought the two of you were a better set of parents then his were; and Ponyboy and Sodapop?
They loved your relationship the second the two of you made it official all those years ago, not minding too much that you and Darry were essentially their second set of parents. They wouldn’t trade the two of you for the world, even if you were both sometimes a little hard on them.
“Yeah yeah, mom and dad are here.” Darry pushed through the boys and stole his plate from the counter, emerging victorious with a cup of orange juice for you.
“Thanks.” You kiss his cheek before returning your eyes to the scene in front of you, resting your head on his shoulder. “We sure know how to make a house full, don’t we?”
“Well, according to them, we are mom and dad.” He splits half his breakfast sandwich with you. “I think it’s part of the job.”
You look over at Johnny, who seems to be eating more than he usually does whenever he’s over which makes your heart feel a little better at the sight. “I think I like this job, even if it wasn’t ours to begin with.”
weird how male x male fanfics get way more kudos, likes, reblogs, etc. As for female x female….not so much. Barely any attention from the writing community…
