hey! do you write smut for darry? i was thinking a part two to the one where they got caught by pony. only if your comfortable with it ofc! ❤️
Work notes! - DC x Reader (PT 2)
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Summary - Darry has always been quiet his whole life, but he shows love through little letters of appreciation to make up for it.
Warnings - Kissing, Protected PinV, oral (m! recieving), Darry is soft and desperate, he is bigg, teasing from gang, not proofread | WC: 2529
AN - Here's part 2, working on a Ponyboy fic now! Sorry, I'm still learning the ropes of smut but I'm getting there! Enjoy! (Here's Pt 1: Work Notes Pt 1)
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“Tonight we’ll have it our way, nothing to stop us. Promise, sweetheart.”
You tumbled the note from Darry in your hand. It was so bold, especially for him. You could imagine him scribbling it down quickly, a guilty pleasure climbing up his spine and warming his cheeks.
You both rarely got time for romantics, considering Ponyboy caught you the last time. At the breakfast table that morning, he couldn’t look either of you in the eye. Soda looked at everyone at the table, cocking an eyebrow—a trick he picked up from Two-Bit. “What is your guy's problem?” he asked, his brown eyes flicking around at his brothers, then you. Ponyboy grimaced and looked at Soda, “Nothing… I just walked in on them by accident,” he mumbles. You looked around the table, all the brothers had similar burning red ears. “Jeez, all your ears get real red,” you said, eyes on the table, finishing your eggs and toast. “Walked in? like… caught them, caught them?” Soda raised his eyebrows suggestively looking at his younger brother, and when he nodded, Soda laughed. “Idiots,” he said, getting up and putting his dish in the sink.
You feel guilt flood your gut at the memory. Why hadn’t you been more careful? In the kitchen? Really? You were surprised Darry let it go on at all, but you were both young and desperate. What was supposed to be the prime years of your life was being wasted on work hours and being quiet due to the house bustling with teenage boys constantly.
When work was finally over, you went straight home. Your dress swished at your shins and heels clicking on the sidewalk. The front door was propped open to the fresh air in, and parked on the curb was that beat up pick-up truck. Darry was home early.
“I’m home!” you called, stepping through the front door, setting your bag on the side table by the couch. Darry poked his head out of the kitchen, giving you a shy smile. “Hi, sweetheart,” he said, his voice calm and steady. You wandered into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in for a kiss. “Your home so early,” you said, resting your cheek on his shoulder as he slowly swayed you back and forth.
He gave a small nod, pulling back to look at you, his pale blue-green eyes locking onto yours. “Yeah, we finished that roof down on Main street, so my boss let us go home early,” he explained, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “So, what should we do tonight?” Darry searched your eyes for an answer, innocence glinting in his eyes despite the note he wrote you.
You reached into your bra, pulling out the note, folded and crumpled. You held it between your middle and pointer finger, a cheeky smile on your face. “I think you made me a promise, didn’t you?” Darry’s face lights up, pressing his forehead to yours and laughing. “It looks like I did, but… how?” he asked.
“I don’t know, maybe we scrape up some change and send the boys to the nightly double? Gives us plenty of time. We can’t traumatize your poor brother again,” both of you laugh at that. Darry had wanted to dig a hole and die in it during breakfast. “Yeah, it just feels weird. Making the boys leave just so I can have an hour of pleasure.” His eyes went to his feet, he wanted to spend time with you, a lot. He just felt ashamed.
You shook your head, a hand going to his chin, his stubble brushing your fingers. “Hey, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed. You’re human and deserve to get some release sometimes, honey. He’s just pre-puberty so he doesn’t get it yet,” you reassure, kissing the corner of his mouth. You watched his eyes soften and nod. “Okay… I’ll go check the dryer, we always have stuff floating there,” he said, turning for the laundry. You gave his rear a little tap of affection as Darry walked off, making him jump slightly.
So the plan was set in place, wait for his brothers to get home and sending them off. Darry was ancy, every sound by the door made him perk up.
All 6 boys came in at once, causing the tranquility of the house to fade into chaos. Two-Bit and Steve went for the fridge, taking beer and chocolate cake. Darry stood up quickly, Dally and Johnny stood on the porch smoking, listening to everyone inside. Ponyboy and Soda sunk into the couch, pulling each other into headlocks. You stayed in the room, folding laundry for the night so it didn’t have to be worried about later.
“Uh, boys. Here’s some money, wanna head to the nightly double. Come back later?” Darry asked, nervously rubbing his hands on his jeans. Ponyboy perked up, raising an eyebrow, “Yeah, sounds fun.” Soda shrugged, “I can’t sit through movies, you know th—“ Darry shot him a desperate look that had him up in moments. “I see,” Soda mumbles, going to the kitchen. “Bring the hobos with you,” Darry said, trying to act casual, as if he wasn’t burning up inside. Dally tossed his cigarette, coming in with a shit-eating grin. Ponyboy and Johnny on the porch watched quietly.
“Gonna get lucky, old man?” Dally teased, making Darry scowl, the old man comment hitting too close to home. Two-Bit came in, “He’ll try, probably dried up after all this time.” Two-Bit laughed, slapping Darry on the back. Steam was practically coming from his ears now, as if this wasn’t embarrassing enough they were making jokes about it? “You guys are terrible…” he mumbles, eyes on the ground as he shooed them out.
Soda and Steve came out, everyone heading for the door. “Have fun, Superman,” he said, a grin on his face making Darry groan. When the front door slammed shut, making the room rattle, you strolled out. “That didn’t go well, they all knew and I didn’t even say anything!” He complained, folding into you with embarrassment. Darry’s head rested on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your middle. “It’s written all over you, sweetheart. Your all squirmy and your ears get super red, also you have a tent in your—“ He cut you off.
“Okay, okay, I get it!” He pulled back and looked at you, Darry’s hands carefully slipped under your shirt, callouses brushing your soft curves. “Wow, very bold,” you giggled, pressing kisses to his lips. He let out a moan of relief into the kiss. “Dar, wait. I need to get… ready. I’m not all cleaned up for you,” you explained, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck, getting his lips off your neck. “You know I don’t care about that stuff, honey. Not now, when I have you all to myself for hours,” Darry said softly, his eyes travelling your face and body, with an appreciation rather than hunger.
You squeaked as he picked you up, his hands finding purchase on the fat of your thighs. His nails dug into your skin as he carried you to your shared room. The room had a light casting through it, the curtains open and letting the afternoon sun take over. He set you on the bed, his lips going to yours as his hands carefully unzipped your dress. “Dar... mm, close the curtain," you reminded.
He shook his head, his eyes were big and pleading—like a puppy. “I want to see you, baby.” Darry went back to his ministrations on your neck, hands hungrily roaming. You broke the ice first, your hands undoing his belt and unzipping the fly of his jeans, weathered and worn from months of hard labor. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing mingling.
Quickly you dropped to your knees, your back hitting the bedframe on the way down. “Finish what we started,” you said, talking more to yourself as you tugged his jeans down enough for access. You pulled his length from his boxers, hot and bothered under your gaze. His tip leaked and his breathing hitched above you.
A small kiss to the tip made his whole body jolt. You looked up at him and Darry cast a guilty grimace. “Sorry, it’s been a while. Sensitive,” he reassured, his hands going to your hair. You pat his thigh, opening your mouth and easing him in. You swirl your tongue over his shaft as he gets deeper, the groans leaving him are desperate.
“Oh, thank you so much, sweetheart,” Darry sputters out, his calloused hands gripping your hair as gentle as possible. He tipped his head back at the sensations. It has been nearly 2 months now since he’d gotten you like this. Darry looked down at you, watching you take him, your eyes half-lidded and teary.
Your hands grip his thighs as you push the limits, taking his cock down to the base, drooling dribbling down onto your chin, onto your chest. Darry was quiet aside from the deep rumbles in his chest that proved he was enjoying himself. “I’m so close,” he warmed, your name falling from his lips.
Now you doubled down, flattening your tongue on the underside of him and hollowing your cheeks around him. His groans got louder and his heart was beating in his ears as he rasped out a final groan, his hips stilling as he came in your mouth. He spilled down your throat and his grip on your hair only tightened, making you whine.
“Thank you… Thank you…” he chanted, pulling you up and tugging you in for a hug. His lips found yours, tasting the remains on your lips. You nod quickly, the heat in your core burning hot and heavy. You needed him now. Darry wiped your tears and lips, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was gentle as he tucked your hair behind your ear and gently guided you backwards.
He unzipped your dress, letting you step out of it before tugging his own shirt off. You took a moment to admire the hard plains of muscles in his stomach and his biceps twitch as he moved, pulling his jeans fully off. “I’m gonna take care of you now, you deserve it, pretty girl.”
He reached into the nightstand, grabbing the foil and opening it. As much as he wished there wasn’t a barrier, he didn’t need a baby. You watch him, your head cloudy with lust. Darry grabbed your hips before carefully pushing inside you, easing slowly, grunts leaving him as your heat squeezes him like a vice.
You whimper at his size, having taken it plenty of times before but still needing to adjust. He hit every ridge and glided slowly through your walls to let you adjust. The stretch made your back arch and your legs wrap around your waist to give him more access. Once he bottomed out, he leaned down from where he stood, pressing his forehead to yours. A hand from your hip travelled to your breasts, admiring the weight of them with his hands.
“Ready?” He asked quietly, his icy eyes were soft now, and they were pinned on you. They held vulnerability that he only saved for you. When you nodded, Darry gave you a kiss before starting to thrust, in and out. He kept himself over you, one forearm holding him up and his other hand using your hip as leverage.
You reached your hands around his neck, nails digging into the skin of his back and muffling your moans with his thick bicep. He kept pumping in and out, his speed gradually getting rougher and making him noisy. “Don’t hide your noises from me, we’re alone…” he cooed, slowing down to grab your chin and kiss you before pulling away and starting again.
You took the invitation to be loud, chanting his name in his ear and allowing noises to leave you that he’d never heard in his life. It made it hard cock twitch inside you, aching for relief. As he bullied that spot inside you, you started to clench around him, making it hard to move. “Oh my god, Darry… I’m so so so close!” you squeaked, your nails raking down his back and drawing a bit of blood.
He nods, standing up straight and making hard calculated thrusts inside you, his throbbing tip meeting your cervix every time, his thrusts only got harsher, bringing you to your breaking point. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched off the bed, clenching him harder than ever before. Darry fucked you through your orgasm, you mutteres strings of incoherent praise as he didn’t let up, only when you got to the end of your high did he bottom out and plant himself there, his sweet release flooding out of him quickly.
Once he was emptied, he collapsed on top of you. Darry started putting kisses all over your face, whispering praise and thanks for letting him do this. That you were his. “I love you… thank you so much, honey,” he whispered, a small smile crossing his face at your cock-drunk expression. Eyes half-lidded, drool on your chin and on the corner of your lips, your pussy having after-shocks, clenching and unclenching around his softening cock.
“I love you too…” you whisper back.
The night didn’t stop there, you both managed another lazy round before he showered both of you. After dressing in your sweatpants and his flannel, he is in sweatpants and not bothering with a shirt. He laid on his side, you in front of him. It wasn’t long when you drifted off, energy drained from your thrilling experience.
The next few days were subtle teasing from the gang, especially the next day when it hit 90 degrees while they played football, Darry tugged his short over his head along with the other boys. Just as he squatted down on the line, football in hand he heard a ripple of laughter come from his team, Ponyboy, Johnny and Dally. Two-Bit, Sodapop and Steve looked at him confused, Darry stood up and turned around. “What’s so funny?” Upon turning around he heard more laughter from the other team.
“Good night?” Two-Bit asked, pointing to the scratch marks that had a few small scabs, and deep marks on the muscled back. Darry hunched in on himself embarrassed, grabbing his shirt. “Do you guys have to tease me all the time?” he asked out loud, slipping his shirt over his head. He was proud of those marks, knowing he had made you feel good, but getting laughed at made him bow his head in shame. “No, but you make it real easy,” Dally said, flat and irritated by the heat.
Darry just shook his head, “nothin’ wrong with loving my lady right,” he mumbles. When he looked up Johnny’s eyes had gone wide, and Ponyboy was frowning with disgust. Dally just laughed. “Stop it! It’s so gross!” Ponyboy complained, making the gang collectively laugh as the game started up again.
And if I say The Outsiders fandom takes shipping too seriously on both ends??
On one hand, when someone sees somebody say they don't like shipping and/or doesn't ship any of the characters, the other side takes it sooo personally "Boring!!!!!" "So dramatic!" etc..
Then the other hand, DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO MIND THEIR BUSINESS. They see a Jally or Parry edit and act like gay people never existed before 2020
I'll admit that I hate (obviously not hate it, just strongly dislike) most of the popular ships like Jally, Johnnyboy, Purly, tidbit, etc, (I'm aware that I do repost some Johnnyboy/Jally and it's mostly because the art is cute, also to my moots who like any ship, pls don't take it personally👌 I personally just don't like it)
I have most of those tags blocked, and from time to time I see an Outsiders fan joke about loathing different ships.. then I see someone quote it with long ass paragraphs hating on them for... making a joke?
I would understand if they were acting homophobic or hateful but geez, if hearing a joke about disliking a romantic pair bothers you that much, you need to get a grip!
And the same goes for other people who comment unnecessary shit on other peoples ships.
"oh but Ponyboy said this! Oh but it was the 60's!"
1. What Ponyboy says isn't the exact thing that happens, The Outsiders is from his perspective.
2. Gay people existed in the 60's
That's it honestly, I personally don't do many ships other than oc x canons because that's what I find entertaining, and if you find shipping two canon characters together then that's fine too, just don't be so sensitive about what other people dislike👌
And you find people shipping two guys or two characters together so bothering and offensive, just scroll big dawg, or block them and get a grip😭
