#greaser!reader

[bluephoenixgirl]

He’s a Monster

Dallas Winston x Greaser!Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Angst, Fluff, Daddy Issues, Mental Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Alcoholism, Abandonment, Mention of Death, Violence, Slut Shamming, And Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry If I Forgot Any!)

Summary: Y/N lives with her abusive alcoholic father and her boyfriend, Dallas wants her to move out of the house because she always busts her ass for her father and gets nothing in return.

Word Count: 1,914

Author’s Note: Hope you all enjoy!! Hope everyone’s Wednesday is going good because so far mine has gone to shit! This imagine isn’t very accurate to the movie or book! I did change somethings like Buck’s place being a bar downstairs! Buck’s house is more like a party house but in this story I made it into a bar because why not! Hope you all don’t mind the changes!!

Y/N was peacefully sleeping in her bed when she heard her alarm clock go off in her ear. She let out a groan as she opened her eyes. She slammed one of her hands down on the alarm clock to snooze it. “Fucking hell.” Y/N let out a hiss as she ran both of her hands down her face.

She really wished she could stay in bed all day, but she knew she couldn’t. Y/N lazily got out of her comfy bed and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Even though she doesn’t have to be at work till five she knew there was stuff that needed to be done around the house.

Y/N lives only with her father who is an alcoholic. All he does is drink all day at home and then at night he goes out to bars and drinks all night. Y/N’s mom passed away when she was only two months old. She died in a car accident. Her mom was coming home from work when a rainstorm hit. Due to the heavy rain, she lost control of the car and crashed into a tree. Her mom shouldn’t even been working since she just had Y/N, but she was the only one that was bringing money into the house since her father couldn’t keep a job because of his alcohol problem.

Y/N pretty much raised herself by the age she was five. When her mom first passed her grandmother helped take care of her till her grandmother had enough of her father’s behavior. Her grandmother tried to take Y/N with her, but her father wouldn’t let it happen. He told her grandmother that if she tried to take Y/N away from him, he would file a restraining order against her.

The only reason why Y/N and her dad have a roof over their heads is because Y/N works at a local bar. Even though Y/N is seventeen and under the age to drink the owner of the bar, Buck let her work for him since he knows about her home situation. Her boyfriend Dallas helped her get the job.

Dallas lives at the bar in a bedroom upstairs. Y/N has been with Dallas for almost two years. Dallas really wishes Y/N would leave her father. Her dad mentally abuses her and is never thankful for what she does for him. No matter what Dallas says she just doesn’t have the courage to leave her father. He’s the only biological family she has.

After Y/N changed into a pair of regular clothes she walked out of her bedroom. She was wearing a pair of old jeans, a white t-shirt, and an oversized flannel over top the shirt.

She stopped in front of her dad’s bedroom that was right next to hers. The door was ajar, so she decided to peek in. She saw her dad passed out drunk on the bed that was still made. Y/N could smell the strong scent of beer and whiskey which made her scrunch her nose up in disgust. She let out a sigh as she walked away and made her way down the steps.

When she walked into the living room it was a complete mess. The couch cushions were thrown across the room laying in different places across the room. There was broken glass spread across the floor. Someone must’ve pissed her dad off so when he came home, he let his anger out on the furniture. Sometimes her dad can be an angry drunk if you push his buttons enough.

Y/N let out another sigh as she walked into the kitchen to get the broom and dustpan. Her jaw dropped when she saw a bigger mess in the kitchen. The floor was scattered with broken plates and glasses. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Y/N snapped in annoyance and frustration in her voice.

She grabbed the broom and dustpan and started to clean up the broken plates and glass. After she finished cleaning up the kitchen, she went into the living room and started to clean up the mess in there.

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Y/N was now at Buck’s bar working her shift. Y/N was working at the bar while Buck was waiting tables. When it’s just her and him working he rather wait the tables than have Y/N do it. He doesn’t want her to get harassed by drunk perverts. When she’s at the counter she has that in front of her, protecting her. Buck is just as protective of Y/N as Dallas is.

Y/N’s shift started out slow till seven o’ clock hit. Her and Buck were busting their asses. At nine it started to slow down but Y/N was still exhausted. From doing work at her house to doing work at the bar, she was so tired, and her feet were killing her. She still had at least four hours left of her shift.

Dallas walked into the bar. He just got done hanging out with his boys. He smirked when he spotted Y/N at the counter. He made his way over to her. “Hey, doll.” Dallas said getting her attention. His smirk faded though when he saw the tired look in his girlfriend’s Y/E/C eyes. “Hey Dally.” Y/N said in a tiredness tone.

“Y/N, you look exhausted.” Dallas said with concern in his voice. “It was fucking chaos in here earlier.” Y/N told him. “How much longer is your shift?” Dallas asked her. “About four hours.” Y/N answered him. “Why?” She asked wondering why he was asking. “I’ll work the rest of your shift.” Dallas told her. “What? Dally no, you don’t have to.” Y/N told him in a surprised tone. “Doll, you’re exhausted. You need to go home and get some sleep.” Dallas told her.

He would just have her go upstairs to his room, but he knew with all of the noise down here, she wouldn’t be able to even close her eyes.

“Dally-” Y/N started to say but he cut her off immediately. “I’m going to get tell Buck.” Dallas told her and walked away to go find Buck.

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After Buck said it was okay for Dallas to finish Y/N’s shift she went home. Buck’s bar isn’t far from her house. When she walked through the door she went straight up the steps. She walked past her dad’s bedroom which was empty. She knew he was out bar hopping.

Y/N went into her bedroom and closed the door. She got changed into a nightgown and crawled into her bed. She turned off her lamp that was on her nightstand and cuddled up into her bed.

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Y/N was awakened by loud noises coming from downstairs. She looked over at her alarm clock and it was five minutes after one in the morning. “Y/N! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE!” She heard her dad yell out to her. Y/N quickly got out of her bed and walked out of her room. She quickly made her way down the steps.

Before a word could come out of her mouth, she saw her dad standing over a broken picture frame. The frame was completely shattered. The picture that was laying in the broken glass was the only picture Y/N has of her and her mother. The picture was taken in the hospital. Her mom was laying in the bed holding Y/N in her arms.

“What did you do?” Y/N asked him quickly walking over to the mess. She kneeled down onto the floor. “Stupid fucking frame.” Her dad slurred out. “This is the only picture I have of mom and I.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “It’s just a stupid fucking picture of a slut holding a baby.” Her dad snapped out. Y/N could quickly feel her blood start to boil. “Don’t you fucking dare call her a slut!” Y/N snapped as she stood up. Her dad slapped her across the face. He slapped her so hard it made her fall to the floor.

Y/N felt her whole body go into shock. This is the first time her father has laid a hand on her.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to.” Her father hissed as he looked down at her with dark eyes. Y/N could feel the tears start flood her eyes. She quickly stood up and ran out the front door. She was scared that if she stayed, he would hit her again.

She ran down the road to Buck’s with tears streaming down her face. When Y/N got to the door of Buck’s she banged on it. She kept banging till someone opened the door. “Y/N.” Buck said surprised to see her. He noticed the tears rolling down her face. “What’s wrong?” Buck asked her with worry. “Where’s Dally?” Y/N asked him ignoring his question. “He’s upstairs in his room.” Buck told her.

She pushed past him and when straight to the stairs. She quickly walked up the steps to Dallas’s door. She banged on the door will it opened to reveal Dallas. “He struck me.” Y/N cried out before Dallas could say anything. “Shit! Come on.” Dallas said bringing her into his room. “Sit on the bed.” Dallas told her shutting the door. Y/N did what he told her to do.

Dallas turned on his light. He sat down next to her and examined her face. “Did he slap or punch you?” Dallas asked her. He was trying his best to hide his anger. “He slapped me across the face.” Y/N told him trying to calm herself down.

Dallas noticed one of her cheeks were bright red. “I’m going to get you some ice.” Dallas told her standing up and walking out of the room. Y/N took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She knows Dallas is doing everything he can to not go to her house and beat the shit out of her dad.

When Dallas came back into the room, he was holding a rag that was wrapped around some ice cubes. “Put this onto your cheek. It’ll help it from swelling up.” Dallas told her handing the rag. Y/N just gave him a nod and put the ice rag onto her cheek. Dallas sat down next to her.

He let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his short brunette hair. “Y/N, you got to get out of that fucking house.” Dallas told her as he wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders. He rubbed up and down her arm in comfort. “Okay.” Y/N said in a soft tone. She took the ice off her cheek and looked over at him.

“Can I stay here with you?” Y/N asked him. “You don’t even have to ask, doll.” Dallas told her. “I’ll do anything to get you away from that fucking monster.” Dallas told her. He took the rag out of her hand and put it on the small table that is next to his bed.

“Let’s get some rest.” Dallas told her. He let her lay down first and then he laid down next to her. “We’ll go get your stuff in the morning.” Dallas told her pulling the blanket over top of them.

“I love you, Dally.” Y/N told him wrapping her arms around his torso. She laid her head onto his bare chest. “I love you, too, doll.” Dallas told her wrapping an arm around her shoulders like he did before. He gave her a light kiss on the top of her head.

[johnnycadesmuse]

࿔ * : ･ after the fact

— dallas winston x reader

warnings: suggestive, language

dally groans as he lays on top of you, the both of you breathless, your legs shaking. you were still in a euphoric daze from your climax, your vision somewhat blurry as you attempted to regain your composure.

"jesus baby" Dally said breathlessly into your neck before peppering kisses all over your skin. "always do so well" he mumbled before turning your face toward him and kissing you passionately.

he stroked circles on your skin, laying somewhat on top of you for a few moments more before kneeling on the bed, looking down at you in awe.

you looked so beautiful. your hair was sprawled out on the pillows, his cum on your thighs, stomach, and chest from previous rounds. Dally could feel himself getting hard again, but knew you were too fucked out and exhausted to possibly even think about going again— besides, he was just as tired— 3 times was enough.

"you're so gorgeous baby" he told you, his voice soft and quiet, as if he were lulling you to sleep. you felt yourself begin to drift off but quickly caught yourself as you didn't want to fall asleep just yet, not until you were in Dally's arms, his muscles holding you tightly as if his life depended on it. "i'm gonna clean you up, okay?" you didn't say anything, simply nodding with a slight smile.

you kept your eyes closed, hearing the floorboards creek as Dally exited to go to the bathroom. he reappeared a few moments later with a damp, warm washcloth. you felt a dip in the bed followed by a pair of somewhat wet hands prying your legs open. your eyes shot open, having been caught off guard by this gesture. "relax doll, it ain't nothing I haven't seen before. besides, I was just inside you. I think we're past the point of hiding ourselves, yeah?"

you giggled at the comment, blushing and hiding your face which Dally found adorable. he began slowly and gently dragging the cloth on your thighs, then stomach, then breasts, slowly collecting his liquids off of you.

"I can't believe you're mine. you're so gorgeous" he chuckled against the skin of your cheek after tossing the dirty rag aside.

Dally being affectionate during aftercare wasn't out of the ordinary, at least, not at this point in your guys relationship. at first, he would hand you the cloth to clean yourself, then once you were done he would wrap an arm around you and pull you into his side— now, he worshipped you, and you weren't complaining one bit.

[only-lonely-star]

can you please do a Dallas Winston x greaser reader where reader getting sick like vomiting or something in the middle of the night and Dallas comforts her. Thanks !!

Caretaker

Dallas Winston x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: Vomiting

Summary: Dallas is your caretaker for the night 🫂

Author’s Note: We’re not gonna talk about the quality of the first picture… okay…? Yes…? Yippee!!!

Word Count: 1.2k

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It was another night at the Merrill roadhouse, in which Dallas cradled you against his bare chest underneath a heap of blankets and mismatched sheets. He was already fast asleep, his head tucked gently into your hair. The crowd downstairs had quieted down. The occasional sound of glasses clinking together, a cue shooting a ball across the billiard table, and indistinct chatter were the only sounds audible. It was a quiet, slow night. At least, that’s what you thought tonight was going to be like.

The rumbling of your stomach intensified as Dallas breathed slow and steady against you. Shit. The last thing you wanted was for him to be woken up from the sounds of your stomach. Embarrassing would be an understatement. Though you had a few suspicions as to why your body acted in such ways, you couldn’t quite place a finger on it. You ate well before coming to see Dallas, but you didn’t overstuff yourself. It couldn’t be hunger, and it couldn’t be overeating. A third party factor was causing the discomfort. You kept your eyes shut, trying your hardest to ignore it.

The sensation felt like cramps, but worse. Your stomach churned and churned until it all came to a sudden stop. Your eyes popped open as the familiar feeling of saliva running down your cheeks began. You squirmed from Dallas’s grasp, moving his arm that held you down like the bar of a rollercoaster. He roused awake, groaning at your absence. “Come back to bed,” he commanded, his voice raspy from sleeping. Dallas rubbed at his eyes.

You ignored his demands, racing for the bathroom door that was connected to his room. You just barely made it to the toilet before you could no longer keep your mouth closed.

Dallas darted for the bathroom once he heard you heaving and gagging from inside. He crouched down beside you, taking your hair and holding it back. His face displayed a mix of worry and disgust. “Hell, I thought you were sneaking out on me.”

Your hands rimmed the toilet bowl, grasping onto it for dear life. For only a split second, you could speak. “No. I think I just-,” you coughed, bracing yourself for more vomit, “Oh gosh. I think-.”

Dallas tried his hardest to nod along, deciphering each slurred word that fell from your lips. The area between his eyebrows had creased with concern. He turned his head in the opposing direction as you hurled again. “Alright. Let it out. Yeah,” he said in an attempt to soothe you. One hand remained holding each strand of your hair behind while the other ran up and down your arm.

After a moment of straight gagging and spewing, you relaxed once again. You relished in his gentle touch. “I’m really sorry. You don’t have to-,” hiccup, “Don’t have to stay in here with me.”

“No, no, no, I’ll stay,” he insisted, gently dropping your hair. He was quick to flush the mess away, rummaging through his bathroom drawers for a spare towel.

You looked around with wide, nervous eyes, unable to remove your hands from the white ceramic of the toilet. You weren’t too fond having your boyfriend watch you expell last night’s dinner so casually. But, hell, he really did love you if he was so willing to help.

Dallas dampened the hand towel, bunching it up across his index finger. At first, his hand reached out to dab at the corners of your lips. He changed his mind last minute, handing it to you instead. “You okay? What’s got you puking your guts out in here?” he teased.

“I really don’t know. I felt it coming on and just… ran. I hope it isn’t anything serious.” You wiped the warm towel against your mouth before slowly standing back up.

Dallas assisted in dusting off your bum. He sat at the edge of the bathtub and watched you pick up your toothbrush. You kept a few necessities at his place in case of nights like this when sleeping over. He mused over your time spent together, trying to recall if anything out of the ordinary caused your upset stomach. His face suddenly paled. “You ain’t late or nothing… right? What are the odds that uh… you’re late?”

White toothpaste coated your lips. Your wrist was brought to rest, leaving your toothbrush hanging from your lower lip. You shot him a nasty look. “It ain’t that, Dal. I probably had something undercooked or expired,” you said, though your words came out as more of mumble to Dallas.

He visibly relaxed at your reassurance. That was one potential cause checked off the list. “Are you sure it’s all out?”

You nodded, spitting the minty goo into the sink, “I sure hope so.” You paced around the bathroom floor, scrubbing away at your tongue.

“Can I get you something to eat? Drink?” he asked, his eyes turning rather soft. Moments like these were rare to come across, so you cherished them while they lasted. “I heard a cold soda ‘n crackers helps.”

“I could use a snack, yeah,” you nodded, a smile returning to your cheeks.

He stood, brushing his palms over his jeans. “I’ll head downstairs and see if Buck has any left. If he’s out, I’ll get you some water,” he explained, his hand wrapping around your waist for only a second before he forced himself to walk out of the cramped bathroom.

You followed him, sitting on the edge of his bed. Dallas tossed a shirt on and ran a hand over his hair to tame it. “Just… take it easy. ‘M sorry you don’t feel good,” he mumbled, trying to hide the soft edge to his voice. The one he felt wasn’t ‘manly’ enough to show to you. Oh, how he hated the way you brought out that tender side to him.

A good ten minutes later, Dallas returned with a beer mug in hand, balancing a handful of saltine crackers on his elbow. He smiled upon your reaction to the beverage. “It’s ginger ale, I promise.”

“It better be,” you teased back. You graciously took the drink from his hand, allowing him to close the door behind himself. You grabbed the crackers as well, stacking them in your palm.

Dallas kicked his boots off lazily before taking his shirt back off. He made a beeline for the bed, plopping himself down with a groan. “Turn the light off when you’re done. I’m trying to get some sleep,” he pointed at the bathroom.

With a mouthful of cracker, you nodded. Despite his off-putting way of comforting you, he had done a decent job. Sure, being all soft wasn’t his thing - but that never stopped him from caring about you. He always showed up when you needed him most. Maybe that was what you loved the most about him. He was so willing. You washed down the cracker with a sip of ginger ale, feeling that gurgling sensation in your stomach simmer down. “Dally?” you whispered.

His eyes remained shut, though it was evident he was fighting sleep once again. “Hm?”

“Thank you.”

A beat of silence passed between you two. With eyes closed, he reached out to pinch your side. “‘Course, baby.”

It was safe to say you wouldn’t have lasted the night without his tender care. Thank goodness for Dallas.

YOU’RE SO LOVED!! THANK YOU FOR READING BBY 🤍🤍

- Sophia 🫶🏼

[ambrozjas]

cuddling with dallas winston except f!reader puts her cold hands on his back and he shrieks in pain. idk why but the idea of this is so funny to me. tysm!

the smell of tobacco and grass from the outside engulfed you as you buried your nose into dallas’ neck. you had your arms wrapped around him while you guys were laying on your bed, peaceful for the most part. the only time he moved was when he brought his hand to his mouth to take another drag of his cigarette, he even exhaled quietly.

you both stayed there, only accompanied by the quietude of your room.

dallys hand rested on the small of your back, occasionally patting it whenever you shifted.

if anybody could see him now, they’d probably die of shock. compared to his tough guy exterior on the outside, nobody would ever think that your boyfriend and dallas winston were the same person.

you could feel the tips of your ears getting cold, and decided to snake your hands under dally’s shirt around his back. your hands placed themselves against his warm back, but before you could get them all the way under his shirt, he jolted upwards. with the way he jumped, his cigarette could’ve fallen out of his mouth.

“jesus, man! what’s up with your fuckin’ hands?”

“let me love on you, dallas!” you said, as he tried to wriggle out of your grasp.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thank you for the request anon !! this idea was funny to me too lol, hope you enjoy xoxo 💕

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[seilahdiaries]

𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞. 𓍯𓂃

IN WHICH the greasers mess up and regret it .

warnings swearing, tiny angst, fluff, the boys are down bad😭 𝓯! reader x the outsiders .

𓍼 i think i could eat avocado toast for the rest of my life and be okay. also i don’t get why ppl don’t like the self tanner smell or maybe it’s the fact my tanner smells like coconut idek.

now playing . . . baby come back - player

𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡

you hadn’t even meant it that seriously when you said it—just a teasing little murmur.

“you’re never sweet to me y’know that?”

but of course—dallas being dallas— got verryyy defensive and he flinched.

he shrugged you off like a bad itch, your spot tucked under his arm and resting your head on his chest forgotten. he lit a cigarette and said something like, “you want sweet, go date a lil’ bitch.”

the warmth in the smokey room vanished. next thing you knew you tugged your little ballet flats on, almost kissed his cheek out of habit but just walked out. slamming the door just a little bit for dramatic effect.

he lasted two nights btw.🙏🏻

two whole nights of no contact before he was pacing his room like a gooner on no nut november. muttering under his breath like “i ain’t callin’ her. hell no. she’s the one who walked out.”

then five seconds later he’s in bathroom mirror like “be fr, dallas. what if she thinks you don’t care. what if she actually already got a new bitch?!”

he DEFINITELY stalks your house like a creep. he’ll “stroll” pass your house atleast five times a day hoping he’ll catch a glimpse of you, nonchalantly ofc.

when he finally sees you again, after two days of stalking, he doesn’t really say anything. just flicks the cigarette away and stares at you like he wasn’t just tweaking out last night.

“you done bein’ mad?” he asks, voice rough, arms crossed. but his eyes gave him away, the way he looks at your hands, your lips, your wrists— like it’s been years and he almost forgot how you looked. dramaticcc

“cause i cant do that again. the.. not talking shit. alright?” he doesn’t apologize, not exactly. but he looks at you like he wants to. like the words are caught somewhere between his throat and pride.

and when you don’t answer— just take one step closer— he doesn’t stop you.

he lets you fix the collar of his jacket, tuck the strand of hair behind his ear without flinching, lets you look at him. really look.

so maybe dallas winston isn’t sweet.. but he lets you touch the softest parts of him. sometimes! ☺️

𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦

you guys don’t usually fight, you two are really mature. but on the rare occasions you do. it hurts so bad☹️

you got up early today, cut the crust off his sandwich because you knew as much as he refused he liked it, you knew better. you ironed his coat with care and even laid everything out for him.

you just wanted to lighten the weight on his shoulders, give him a peaceful morning where he wasn’t racing time.

oh were you wrong!

“why does it smell like pickles?” “you know i can’t stand that.”

then a second later— his voice sharp, short—

“did you use steam on my coat? it’s wrinkled as hell.” “christ— cant you do anything right?”

your heart immediately hurt, a quiet ache. and you didn’t say a word. you folded the sandwich in wax paper, into the brown bag and handed him his coat.

“sorry,” is all you say, “just go.”

and he does.

but who tf? 🤨you leave too. you didn’t answer his calls for about six days, and somehow managed to avoid seeing him too.

“i was wrong.” he spoke on your front porch suddenly, “i was..i took it out on you. and you didn’t deserve that.”

I KNOW THATS RIGHTTTTTT

darry had spiraled. he reorganized the kitchen cabinets. snapped at soda. started lifting at midnight. told himself you’d come back— trying to get his mind off you.

but on day seven, he showed up on your porch. hands shaking with flowers from the store, pink peonies.

𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗣𝗢𝗣 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦

he would forget your guys date i’m sorry😭. but ofc not on purpose!!

your ballet pumps dug into the sidewalk, the small cardigan you wore barely clung shut in the cold— because you thought he’d come and warm you up. like always.

but he didn’t. he stood you up.

you stood there till your curls fell and your perfume started to fade. then you walked home in silence. you were so hurt.

you didn’t answer his calls, didn’t open the door when he came knocking. so he opened the window 🤗 like a literal criminal breaking in.

“i’m so stupid,” he blurted, standing outside with slightly flattened tulips he’d rip out of his neighbors front yard. “like actually. i swear i was just talking to steve and then it was dark out and i remembered and i—”

bro didn’t even last a day😭. at most a couple hours before he was crashing out realizing he messed up and IMMEDIATELY ran to your place after calling.

he cut himself off. you looked into his eyes and they were so glossy. “you got all dressed up for me,” he whispered staring at your makeup. “i’m so sorry.”

then he held out the flowers, palms trembling and sweaty.

“can you atleast be mad at me with the tulips in your hand? please? they’re stolen and..crushed. but they’re for you.”

FORGIVE THE POOR MAN PLEASE.😔🙏🏻

𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦

you told him you finished the book he recommended you, unfortunately it wasn’t your taste. you said it was okay—just not your style.

but ofc you caught him on a bad day, ever since you guys left the school grounds he’d been moody. deriods.😒

he scoffed, “yeah well people like you never really get it anways.”

EXCUSE MEE??!?! he still walked you home, but it was quiet— and awkward.

you kicked a stone down the sidewalk while your chest burned. and when you got to your porch— no kiss, no goodbye. just a mumble under his breath and the soft crunch of his sneakers walking away.

you didn’t call. he didn’t either.

but he went crazy in that quiet, weird way.

would stay for at least 10 minutes just scrubbing at his hands, darry would have to PEEL him away from the sink. would also sit upside down on the couch and recite quotes from that same book. he spilt chocolate milk on his essay. and still turned it in.

then, steve caught him infront of the bathroom mirror, hollering apologies but throwing hands. hello?? 😭

“i shouldn’t have said that,” right hook. “i really—truly didn’t mean it.” jab to the jaw.

steve lost it.

“man are you apologizing or knocking her out??”

ponys face was red. he left mid-apology-roundhouse

but the next day, fallen out your locker— was a little folded note.

“i rewrote this three times. i’m sorry, i said something stupid and mean. and its not true at all.”

𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘

you called. once. twice. five times. you even left voicemails after each one. but maybe the last one came off a bit aggressive.

“its fine. really. maybe you’re just too busy ignoring me.”

it was not fine. 😐

you knew his parents weren’t home. his mom was off at her family’s. his dad hadn’t been seen since wednesday. he was home and you were sure of it. but still— nothing.

you went to sleep dramatically, but mostly with your pride hurt cause why did you leave so many voicemails jeez.😓

turns out he wasn’t ignoring you! haha. he’d actually gotten a migraine so bad it made even the light in the room unbearable

johnny curled up with a damp cloth over his forehead, your voicemails playing faintly in his room while he drifted in and out.

and the next early morning, you heard your window click open. you slightly panicked for a second cause whattt before he climbed in with crushed wild flowers he ALSO stole from someone’s yard. cough. soda.

“i didn’t mean to ignore you. swear. i couldn’t look at anything. my head was pounding. but i kept your voicemails on loop. it helped me fall asleep. that last one kind of hurt my feelings though.”

you smiled in spite of yourself.

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘

you were sitting on the curb while he fixed his truck for the millionth time. squinting your eyes from the sun and trying to keep your linen skirt from lifting with the breeze.

you giggled and teased,

“if you spent half as much time on fixing my bike as you do on that greaser hair, i might actually be able to come see you.”

DAMN GIRL.

he laughed— but short.

“yeah well, maybe if you focused on your chain instead of my hair, you wouldn’t be walking it everywhere.”

oh!

you didn’t say much after that—like at all. just walked your bike home when it came time. quiet, wheel clicking out of rhythm.

you didn’t hear from him after that. no calls at all. but two days later, you heard metal clicking in your driveway.

steve.

with his toolbox and a cigarette tucked behind his ear, already halfway through fixing your chain.

“can’t have you riding around on a broken chain. might not like my hair, but at least let me keep you safe.”

you smiled—soft. fixing the cigarette that threaten to fall.

𝗧𝗪𝗢-𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗪��

he always joked— but this time it wasn’t funny. 😔

you didn’t even remember what he said exactly, just that it hurt. and when your eyes started to gloss, he laughed.

what you didn’t know was that it wasn’t because it was funny— but he didn’t know what else to do. and so you left— face wet and rose-glossed lips pressed shut. and for once in forever, you ignored him.

the next day, you were mid-bite in a chocolate-covered strawberry, legs curled up on the linen couch in your lace pajama shorts. you heard the front door creak.

then two-bit suddenly sat beside you, like he hadn’t made you cry the night before.

“i’m sorry,” he said, holding up a plastic bag from the corner store. “i hate when you’re upset with me. even more when you don’t laugh at me.”

you stared, until he nudged your elbow to take the bag—and you did. “okay, ..now blink twice if you still love me.”

you didn’t blink.

[fallingforfred]

milkshakes & bickers ⸝⸝ 𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏

a/n: okay so i lowkey disliked this one so i didn’t proof read it im sorry y’all

warnings: bit of swearing, hair pulling if you squint (that’s all i think?)

wordcount: 1.5k

since summer break started, your schedule was free along with your younger brother ponyboy. you never really understood why he hung out with dallas but johnny was understandable.

you had been tagging along whenever they’d hang out recently, though whenever you did, he’d spend more time with johnny than he did with you.

leaving you with dallas winston.

dallas was always giving you a hard time, constantly irritating you to no end. he was insufferable and annoying since the day you guys met, it was almost comical really–but you would never admit that. his ego didn’t need anymore inflating.

currently, you were at home reading a book in the living room. your stomach laid on the floor as two-bit was sitting beside you, fully indulged in whatever was playing on the television.

the screen door opened as loud footsteps carried into the house, assuming it was more than one person.

you didn’t bother to look up as the loud noise made you reread the sentence you were currently on, but as you were about to read the next one, a hand moved down and swiped the book from you in a swift movement.

“the hell!” you huffed, looking up at the culprit.

and surely enough, it was dallas with that damn smug smirk on his face. he waved the book in front of your face, keeping it out of your reach but you made no effort on trying to get it back.

“always nose-deep in a damn book, you ever do somethin’ normal for once?’

“this is normal, y’hoodlum. ain’t my fault the only thing you read is the damn label on your cigarettes.” you retorted.

that made dallas’ smirk widen, hiding the book under his pit as he settled down on the couch behind you, “smart-ass.”

you bristled at his ability to be so flippant as you scrunched your nose up, sitting up from your spot on the floor to face him.

dallas noticed the look on your face as he couldn’t hold back a snicker, “lookin’ like y’got your panties in a twist, y’good princess?”

“piss off, hood,” you said huffed in blatant annoyance.

“what are we talkin’ ‘bout, now?” two-bit chimed in, a smirk on his face as he glanced between you and dallas.

the mickey mouse episode he had been watching came to an end as his attention was brought to the bickering teenagers.

dally just huffed, the smug expression still evident on his face. “just playin’ around. lil’ lady o’er here is actin’ all bummy though.”

two-bit chuckled, raising an eyebrow at dallas. “ain’t that just the usual, then? our lil’ miss ain’t ever up for y’banter.”

“he’s twistin’ it around, two-bit! I was just mindin’ my damn business, he started it!” you objected.

"me, start it?" dally smirked, his smugness growing by the second as he dragged you over towards him as he slipped his hands under your arms.

“asshole!” you huffed, trying to slap his hands off as two-bit snickered in amusement.

two-bit continued to laugh at the both of you, obviously enjoying himself. "y'all are like a bickering old married couple," he drawled, turning the television off. "always going at it like cats and dogs."

“like hell i’d ever get married to this jerk!” you grumbled in annoyance as dallas continued to drag you over.

dallas tried to hide his smirk as your irritation just fueled his amusement even more.

you now had your back pressed against dallas’ legs as he repositioned his hand so that it was resting on the couch head.

“eugh– your pants are all dirty.” your huffed, trying to move away but his free hand moved down to tug on your hair to keep you in place.

he laughed, loving how easy it was to get a rise out of her. "nah-uh-uh," he taunted. "this is what you get for that attitude of yours.”

you rolled your eyes, your cheeks flushing with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. it was infuriating how he always knew just how to get under your skin.

but you were stubborn, and you weren’t going to give in so easily. "I ain't apologizing for something you deserved, dallas. you’re bein’ a jackass as usual."

dally's cocky smirk grew wider as she shot back at him. he loved it when she got feisty. “oh, really?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "and how was I bein' a jackass this time, huh?"

but before you could open your mouth to retort, ponyboy and johnny entered the room from the kitchen as you weren’t even aware that they were here.

ponyboy raised an eyebrow at the scene–dallas having his hand gripping your hair as you sat by his feet, trying to swat him away, two-bit on the floor watching the two of you like it was some soap opera.

“uh... johnny and I were thinkin’ about hittin’ the dingo, wanted to see if y’all wanted ‘ta come with.” ponyboy murmured awkwardly as johnny drifted his eyes away.

“hell yeah! It’s damn hot in this house,” two-bit grinned as he stretched and got up from his spot on the floor.

“cut it out, dal!” you huffed, finally getting his hand to tug away from your hair as you went to fix it up.

dallas, however, kept that smirk on his face as he got up from the couch to help you get up–in which you reluctantly accepted his offer.

given that it was a sunny saturday afternoon, the inside of the dingo was crowded.

music blared by the jukebox in the corner, and the area was filled with people laughing at booths, kissing, and drinking beer or shakes to balance out the hot weather.

dallas scanned the crowded room, searching for any familiar faces. he had just gotten into an argument with tim shepherd a little while ago so he didn’t want anything to do with him.

“anyone in there?” you murmured, playfully knocking on dallas’ head as the man averted his gaze to you.

“hey– watch it!” he grumbled, your lips starting to curve up into the form of an amused smirk.

but before he could get you back, you were already hurrying off to the booth where two-bit, johnny, and ponyboy were at.

dallas reluctantly followed behind you as the two of you made your way over to the others. two-bit was spouting nonsense like he always did while johnny and ponyboy were blowing off the paper wrapper from their straws at a waitress.

“cut it out, pony.” you warned your little brother as you slid next to him on the booth with dallas sitting in front of you.

soon enough, the table shifted to a fit of laughter and lighthearted conversations between the five of them.

though as you laughed at something two-bit had said, dallas brushed his foot against your ankle, making you stiffen and send him a confused glare.

dallas smirked smugly in turn before he brought two-bit’s attention away from the girl, talking about something else to purposely leave you out.

“asshole.” you muttered, resting your chin on your palm as you copied his previous actions by brushing your own foot against his ankle.

dallas stuttered mid-conversation as he tried to play it off cool by leaning against his seat, taking out a cigarette as he lit it up.

“hey, no smoking!” a grumpy old waitress nudged him as she suddenly stood by the booth to take their orders.

you all ordered the same thing, some burger, fries, colas—while you got a milkshake.

you’ve got a taste of the milkshakes at the dingo before and they were probably the best thing on the menu. a cold strawberry-milk blend with some whipped cream along with a pretty little cherry on top. perfect for a hot day.

time passed and you all eventually got your orders. two-bit and ponyboy spent no time digging into their meals as johnny and dallas went at the same pace.

meanwhile you were so occupied with your milkshake, eating some fries here and there as you took a sip in between your swallows.

you encircled your lips around the plastic straw, taking in the delicious, creamy flavour of the milkshake.

it was heavenly, one of the best things to ever exist as you continued taking a sip of it, your food neglected.

all the while dallas had been watching you, his eyes staring right at you like a hawk.

two-bit, of course, would never let this opportunity pass as he cackled loudly, all their eyes averting to him.

“what’s your problem, man? y’got everyone starin’.” dallas grumbled in confusion.

“nothin’s my problem, what’d you got with her though? can’t seem to take your eyes off o’ her.” two-bit sniggered as you raised your eyebrows.

dallas kicked two-bit’s foot underneath the table, taking an aggressive swing from his cola.

“dunno what you’re takin’ about, man. just eat your damn food, you’re hallucinatin.”

but you caught on as a smile found your lips, your gaze averting over to dallas who you caught staring at you.

but he didn’t look away, his eyes still on you as yours stayed on him.

just then, two-bit let out a wolf whistle, causing the two of you to blush and look away.

[girliism]

50s greaser!patrick x good girl!reader hear my prayers.

-

what you guys did in his car behind the diner last week was supposed to be a one time thing. your parents would kill you if they knew you were hanging out with someone like him.

-

“get the flavored peanuts. spicy not barbecue.” your friend shouted at you through the car window. it was saturday so the drive-in was packed, everyone dying to see a screening of an old horror film the mummy’s hand.

patrick is sitting with his friends. clouds of cigarette smoke coving them. one of said friends hits his chest pointing him to where you stood in line.

“doll.” you hear patrick calling and whistling at you. “come smoke with me.” he’s pulling your arm leading you back behind the building before you could even respond. his hands cages you against the side of the wall.

patrick’s cigarette hangs from his lip. “you’ve been avoiding me.” you hold eye contact with him to show how unbothered you were pretending to be. “to avoid you i’d have to be thinking about you, and trust me i haven’t been.” patrick pulls his cigarette out of his mouth stomping on it while laughing.

“so you haven’t been thinking about how i took you in the back of my car like you were some common whore?” he bends his neck down to be face to face. “you don’t touch yourself at night thinking of me, hm?”

“no.” you whisper scared that if you talk any louder he’d hear the lie in your voice. patrick hums, dragging his finger tips along your exposed collarbone playing with your silver cross necklace that rest in your cleavage. “i don’t believe you.” he pulled on the neckline of your button up taking a peek down your shirt. “you’re probably wet right now.”

your breath got heavier when patrick slide his hand under your skirt tracing his fingertips up your inner thigh, stopping at where your panties covered your sex.

“you can tell me to stop.”

you just barely held eye contact with him, and shook your head no. that had him smirking as his fingers made their way past your panties and straight into your wet core.

“a-ah”

“you’re such a bad liar.” your eyes rolled from both the pleasure and your annoyance. “s-shut up.” you raised one of your legs to rest on his hip giving patrick a better angle to push his two fingers deeper.

the knowledge of someone walking by and see you with someone like patrick defiling you in public shouldn’t have been enough to get you to push him away, but you lost all self respect when you were with patrick. and the way he was pumping his fingers in and out of you wasn’t helping to sway you in the right decision.

your hips moved along with his movements, trying to more out of what he was giving you.

“i know you’re needing more, baby. just say it, say you want my cock.” you really did need it, so badly, but instead you gritted your teeth and shook your head settling on trying to grind your hip down onto his fingers. patrick pinned your hips in place against the wall, and slowed down the pace of his fingers.

“patrick!” you annoyingly huffed. he just shrugged, going even slower than before. “come on, just say it.” he kissed being your ear. you bit your lip and held off for as long as you could but….

“w-want your cock, patrick. need it.” you let out strained.

“well why didn’t you say something earlier.” he smiled, freeing his fingers to unbutton his jeans and pull them down enough to free his dick.

of course he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“i think our interactions would go so much smoother if you stopped being so stubborn.” patrick said, spitting on his hand and stroked his dick to full hardness. “i think you should get on with it- u-nghh”

he pushed in with no warning and a long groan falling from his lips. “shit, you’re just as tight as last time.” he grabbed your other leg up around his waist. his fingertips gripped your ass hard, holding you up against the wall.

the drag of his cock along your inner walls had your nails digging into the leather of his jacket.

“feel so good around my dick.” patrick muttered in your neck. he took one of your hands off his shoulders to hold up the front your skirt. he now had the view his cock sliding in and out of your cunt coming out wetter each time. “fuck.”

your moans got louder the harder he fucked you, and you could only feel grateful for how loud the movie was playing. “god, faster patrick. please.” you whined. patrick paused to hoist you up better in his arms, before thrusting back into you how you wanted.

“you’re always pretending not to give a fuck about me, yet you’re here falling apart on my cock…again.” you whined even more at his words, your head knocking back against the wall. you tucked your face into the crook of his neck breathing in the smell of his natural cologne of leather and smoke.

a silent scream broke from your throat when patrick finally started hitting against your g spot. “oh fuck, r-right there, so good.” you squeaked in his ear. low curses came from patrick as you got tighter on dick.

“gonna cum!” your loud moan got covered up by a scream coming from the movie playing as you orgasm rushed over you fast.

you barely had time to catch your breath before patrick was pulling out of you and pushing you to your knees by your hair. “wha-” patrick sliding his dick into your mouth cut off your confusion. he jerked himself twice before throwing his head back in a husky moan, the hand in your hair tightening while he came down your throat.

“fuuuuck!”

you swallowed it down not knowing what to do with it.

“asshole.” you pushed at his chest when got up from your knees.

“what, you expected me to just cum on the floor.” he shrugged. the response had you rolling your eyes. you fixed up your appearance the best you could then turn back to look at him just as he was tucking himself back into his pants.

“never again.” you said. which had patrick laughing. “that’s what you said last time by the way.” he says around an unlit cigarette.

-

“what took you so long?” was the first thing your friend said when you entered the car.

“oh, uh there was a line.”

“and my peanuts?”

shit. “they were out.” you lied.

“damn.”

-

[agepl0yer]

big boy - darrel curtis. part 1?

warnings - virgin!reader, sub/dom themes, praise, face sitting, fingering, reader is said to be much smaller than darry, cursing, good girl mentioned, darry being a gentle giant😜😜, size kink, squirting, cringe XD

words - 2,895!

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darry's soft brown eyes settled on you once more as he took a final swig of his beer, finishing off the golden liquid that was in the glass bottle. he sighed and laid his head back on the couch.

"i havent been trying to ignore you, darlin' i swear. i just- im all messed up. feelin' weird." he murmured, brushing his now fluffy hair out of his face. he had washed all the grease out of it so he could go to bed. he shrugged and looked away from you.

"you got me weak, you know that?" he murmured.

you blush before smiling

“what do you mean?”

he looked at you, his expression soft and his eyes even softer. the brown of them was like molten chocolate. he smiled gently and shook his head.

"you do things to me, darlin'. you make me... you make me go weak. a strong, capable guy like me is brought down to his knees because of you."

he joked, but was completely sincere. he bit his bottom lip, his gaze becoming more intense.

"you make me crazy."

you bit your lip.

“you love me?”

"more than my own life."

he replied, his tone completely genuine. he moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and sighing.

"i love you more than anything in this damn world, darlin'. you could tell me to jump and id do it without hesitation."

your knees pressed into the middle of his thighs due to him being larger and bigger than you as you tilted your head, sitting on his lap.

“i love you too.”

his strong arms wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you closer to him. he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck and then your cheek, before nuzzling his nose into your hair, he inhaled deeply, enjoying your scent.

"i don't deserve you, darlin'. you're too good to me." he murmured, his rough, calloused hand gently petting through your hair.

you blushed.

“no, youre too good for me darrel, you scare me.”

his lips pulled into a frown, but his expression was still tender.

"scare you, darlin'?" he spoke softly, his voice low and almost a rough grumble. he cupped your face with his hand.

"why would i scare you?"

you sigh before biting on your nail

“i’ve never been loved like you love me, im still scared.”

he sighed, and pulled you closer to him, his grip tight on you. he held you protectively, close to his body, and he placed another kiss on your neck.

"you got no reason to be scared, darlin'. i'd never hurt you." he murmured, gently stroking your back with a calloused hand.

you blinked up at him before kissing him roughly and fully getting ontop of him.

darrel's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you and holding you against him. he reciprocated the kiss eagerly, his hands moving to your hips.

he pulled away from the kiss, his breathing shaky. his eyes trailed over your body before he spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"y'know, darlin' the others are out. there's no one here but us.”

you claw at his shirt.

“i want you to fuck me darry.”

he let out a huff of breath, before he leaned up to your ear.

"language."

he nipped at your ear, his rough hands sliding up under your shirt. he hummed, his breath ghosting over your skin as his hands continued to trail up, pushing up your shirt.

"you sure you're ready, darlin'? i don't wanna hurt you.”

“i can take it, i love you.”

he seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he couldn't resist you. he nodded, his expression suddenly intense as he looked at you.

"alright, darlin'. ill try to be gentle, but i can't make any promises.”

he sat up, his eyes raking over you as his hands moved to your hips, gripping you tightly. his lips found your neck again, kissing and nipping at the skin hungrily.

you whined.

“i dont want you to be gentle.”

he was caught off guard by your whine, but let out a guttural groan and pressed another kiss to your skin.

"you don't, huh?"

he flipped you over, pinning you to the couch. he leaned down, his face close to yours as he spoke, his voice a low, rough grumble.

"you want me to be rough with you, darlin'? to be rough and dominant with ya'?"

your pupils grew with submission.

“mmmhm.”

he hummed, a smirk spreading across his face. he pressed close to you, his face mere inches away from yours.

"i like hearing you like this, darlin'. so submissive. at my mercy."

his hand moved to your hair, which he gripped tightly, forcing your head back so he could kiss and bite at your neck.

you rolled your hips to create friction, your mind a haze to notice what you were doing.

he let out a low moan as he felt you rolling your hips. he gripped your hip with one hand tightly, his other hand still in your hair.

"ah, look at you... so desperate for my touch."

his tone was gravelly, his breath warm on your skin. his hand on your hip started to slowly move up, his calloused hand exploring your body.

you grew shy when you realised that his own hand was bigger than your waist.

he noticed you grow shy, and he chuckled softly.

"aw, darlin'. you getting flustered because of my size?"

he teased you, his hand on your waist now splayed out on your stomach, his fingers almost touching. he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes dark with lust.

"don't think i haven't noticed how small you are, darlin'. compared to me you're practically a doll."

you bit your lip.

“are you- *squeak.* going to finger with me those?”

he smirked, his eyes going dark.

"oh, i could make you feel so good, darlin.'''

he leaned in, speaking directly into your ear.

"i could finger you so deep with just my one finger... you'd be screaming my name so loud everyone would hear you, darlin'. you'd beg for it."

you squeezed your legs together, as you whined.

“please, i might cry i cant wait.”

he bit his lip as you squeezed your legs together. he was a lot more dominant in the bedroom, but also very caring.

"patience, darlin'. you need to wait."

he whispered, before kissing your neck again. his hand slowly trailed down your body to the waistband of your pants.

you groaned up at him as you grew louder with whines.

“'m so needy, need you, ugh i cant wait.”

he chuckled, his hand moving to shush you.

"shhh, darlin'. you don't want the others to hear you, do you?"

he slowly started to undo your pants, his other hand still trailing over your body. but he didn't pull your pants down yet.

"be a good girl for me, darlin'' he murmurs.

you grew even more submissive as you nodded.

“okay.”

he smirked, his eyes moving over your figure. he loved how quick you could switch to being like this when he was handling you.

"there's my good girl."

he said, his voice low and gravely again. his hand slowly pulled your pants down, leaving you in your underwear. he leaned down to kiss your stomach, letting out a hum.

"you're gorgeous, darlin."

you had your legs pratically tangled together.

“please darry.”

"please what, darlin'?"

he murmured, his tone teasing. he gently ran his hand over your inner thigh, tracing the skin with his calloused hand.

"i want you to say what you want, darlin'. use your words. be a good girl and ask me nicely."

“fnger me.”

he hummed, a smirk on his face. he moved, his hand going to your underwear now.

"say 'please', darlin'."

he murmurs, gently slipping his hand under the elastic of your underwear.

you grew wetter as you whined.

“please darry, its my first time with you but i cant wait, so big, you must be big everywhere.”

he chuckled, his hand gently brushing across your clit.

"i am big everywhere... but i have to be gentle, you said it was your first time, right darlin'?"

you squeaked.

“start gentle then go rough.”

he smirked, his hand rubbing over your core gently.

"you sure you want me to go rough, darlin? you sure you can take it?"

“i crave it.”

he hums softy and presses a kiss to your neck.

"alright, love. i'll start slow, though. don't want to hurt you."

he murmured, his hand slowly trailing between your legs.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you squeaked, when he pushed in a finger.

he smirked and watched your reaction.

"oh, look at you."

he gently curled his finger inside of you.

"you're such a good girl for me, arent you, love?"

you whined as you grabbed onto his bicep.

“ffuuuuuck.”

he groaned as you grabbed his bicep, and he could feel how your hand barely fit around it.

"yeah, love? you like that?"

he added another finger, starting to curl them both in a 'come here' motion.

"i bet you know how to say other words."

you cried out at the stretch but purred, rubbing your face on him like a cat in heat.

“uuuughhhh. darrrrry!”

he chuckled softly as you started rubbing your face against him.

"you doing that on purpose, love? trying to be all cute and needy with me?"

he slowly started to move his hand faster.

"i bet you want more, dont you, love? so needy for me, wanting me, begging for it."

you squeaked like a virgin as you whined, random mumbles were coming out.

his eyes locked on you as you made those noises, his expression growing more intense.

"you sound so cute like that, love. i just wanna hear those noises more."

his hand continued to move, fingers curled inside you, rubbing against your walls.

"beg for it, love. that's what good girls do."

you moaned loudly, forgetting about the other men in the house as you whined in his ear.

“please, need you, want you darrryy.”

he groaned as you moaned into his ear, but he didnt give in just yet. he was being a tease.

"love, you're forgetting we're not the only people home. i'm gonna want you to be quiet, darlin'

he slowly continued to move his hand, his eyes raking over your form.

"do you think you can be quiet for me, love?"

you let tears slip down your cheeks as she whined eagerly, months of pent up sexual frustration.

“dont make me wait, waited months for this- needed you so long so bad.”

he sighed softly and wiped the tears away from your face before giving in to your whimpers.

"love, love, shhh. i'm not gonna make you wait any longer, sweet girl."

he murmured before he started moving his hand faster, the pace more intense.

"you've been such a good girl for me, love."

your whines turn into high pitched sobs, the coil in your stomach snapped, as you dripped down darry’s hand.

he groaned as he felt you dripping around his fingers and he slowly pulled them out, bringing them up to his mouth to taste you.

"oh, love. you did so well for me, didnt ya?"

he murmured, before bringing your face to his and kissing you.

you took this time to push at him.

“‘m not done.”

he raised an eyebrow, but let you push at him.

"what do you mean, love?"

he mumbled, letting you push him around and guide him as you wanted.

“do you want me to do anything? for you?”

he looked at you, a sly smile on his face.

"yeah, darlin'. i've got something you could do."

he leaned back against the couch, his expression cocky as he watched you.

you tilt your head at him, confused.

he patted his lap.

"come sit on my lap, love."

he instructed, a smirk playing on his face.

you sat on his lap, glancing down at him, tilting your head slightly

“yes?”

he hummed as you sat on his lap, his hands coming to rest on your hips. he pulled you closer to him, looking up at you.

"you look so good from this angle, darlin'."

he murmured, his gaze raking over your form.

he patted his face

“i want you to sit here.”

“..sorry?”

“ride my face.”

he helped you get into position

you squeaked as your knees pressed to the sides of his head.

“‘m scared.”

he chuckled, and gently rubbed your thigh.

"don't be scared, love. i promise ill be gentle. im just gonna make you feel good."

he teased.

"come on, darlin'. come here."

“i dont want to suffocate you”

he chuckled, and wrapped his hands around your hips again.

"love, you're not gonna suffocate me. come on, you're so tiny, im gonna be just fine."

“my thighs are massive darry, you know this.”

he smirked, his hands moving to grip your said thighs.

"yes, theyre massive, love. but that just means i have more to grip and grope."

a noise escapes your throat.

“i dont know what im doing.”

he chuckles gently.

"don't worry, love, i'll help you."

he murmured, and helped to position you a bit better on his face so that he had a more comfortable angle. he looked up at you.

"just relax, love."

you sigh when he pulls you down onto his face.

he groaned softly as you were pulled down, his hands tight on your thighs. he slowly started to lick across your core, his tongue gently brushing over your folds.

your hips stuttered at the sudden motion

he chuckled against you, and he pressed a kiss to your thighs.

"dont worry, darlin'. you can move those hips."

he encouraged, before going to licking again

you begin to move your hips, your clit nudging against his nose.

his finger nails gently dig into your thighs as he groaned again. he continued to lap at your core, before he pressed his tongue flat against you.

his hand that wasn't on your thigh slowly moved to grasp at your hip. he pulled you down some more, pushing his tongue more firmly against your sensitive bud.

you threw your head back, clamming your thighs over his head, not too much to suffocate him.

he groaned at the feeling of your thighs around his head, and his arms went to wrap around your hips to keep you in place. he pulled back a bit to look up at you, and he moved one hand to your chin to tilt your head down.

"look at me, love."

you felt like crying, he was still so gentle with you even while being dominant.

he smirked, his gaze intense as he looked into your eyes.

"i want you to keep your eyes on me, love. don't look away. i want you to watch me do this to you."

he murmured, before he started to lap at you again. his hand that was on your chin moved to gently hold your face in place, his fingers pressing against your jaw to keep you looking down at him.

the feeling of his strong arms around you, he was so much bigger than you as you rutted into his face.

he groaned as you rutted against his face, his grip on you tightening. he kept his eyes locked on you, watching your face and your reaction. he loved seeing you like this, so needy for him. he pulled you even closer, his face buried between your legs as he relentlessly lapped at your sensitive bud with his tongue. he was so addicted to you, he couldn't get enough of you.

you felt the warmness in your stomach begin to tighten as your whines began high and louder.

he could sense you were getting close, which just made him more relentless. his arms held you in place so you couldn't move, his tongue working feverishly to get you over the edge. he pulled away for a second so that he could speak.

"love, look at me. keep your eyes on me."

he commanded, his voice low and rough.

you begin to ram your clit into his nose faster, as you whine and mumble.

he groaned as you did this, his breaths coming out short and ragged. he watched you intently, his eyes dark with desire. he didn't want to shut his eyes even for a second, he loved seeing you lose control like this. he started to lick you again, his tongue moving quickly against your sensitive bud. his nose pressed against you as you rammed against him. it was driving him wild.

darry wouldn’t admit it until later, he whimpered, cumming in his pants.

you were oblivious to it as you ended up squirting all over his face, it dripped down to his ears even.

you sigh from the loss, before darry basically lifted you off his face with his muscular arms, licking the liquid from his face.

he smirked down at you as he kissed your forehead

“take a break, ill get you some water and something to eat.”

you smirked cause you knew this meant they werent done

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part 2??? or no??

[nylacouldntmakeit]

I absolutely love your writing style and your bloggg they're so adorable 💕💕 I was requesting a sodapop fic with a fem!reader that's similar to karen smith from mean girls if that makes sense. Like they're dating and have a bunch of cute moments tgether

thank you baby 💝, and eeekkk im so doing this as hcs!!!

“which way is left?” ; sodapop x ditzy y/n

Sodapop and his dim-witted girlfriend, who make silly faces at eachother from across the room.

Sodapop, who cant agree on a time to meet up with his ditzy girlfriend because she “never learned how to read a clock.”

Darry who can’t help but raise an eyebrow at sodapop, as Soda explains a joke to you that should have been obvious.

Soda having to whisper to his not-so-bright baby that the person they’re gossiping about is within ear-shot.

Soda guiding his absent-minded love through large crowds of greasers.

Soda giving you kisses on each of your cheeks to remind you which is left & which is right.

Soda who enjoys your semi-naivety, because it feels like a “breath of fresh air” compared to the serious & tough attitudes his brothers dish out.

(now for a teensy drabble cause ily all sm!)

“Baby wait up a minute!” Soda called out jogging after you.

“Oh hi! Sorry I heard you calling my name, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was coming from this way…or that way…” you point around the both of you, your voice trailing off.

“It’s alright doll, i’m more focused on the fact that you actually remembered what time to meet me for our date!” Soda smiled proudly at you, his eyes showing true admiration.

“I love that you’re proud of me…but i didn’t remember. My mom came in and told me that it was time. I had written what time we were supposed to meet on my arm! So when I took a shower last night, I left this arm sticking out so it wouldn’t wash off.” You stuck your arm out to Soda so he could see the 3:30 written in black ink on your forearm.

“Oh! I see love…well thats ok. You’re here, n’ thats all that matters.” He offered you a smile, before throwing his arm over your shoulders.

(oh to be sodapop’s ditzy stupid little darlin’ ugh i need!)

[ultrafangss]

cause my baby’s fit like a daydream, walkin’ with his head down, i’m the one he’s walking to… ♡

[bluephoenixgirl]

You’re Not Worthless

Johnny Cade x Greaser!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Physical and Mental Abuse, Toxic Household, Depression, Anxiety, Toxic Marriage, Bullying, Talk of Suicide, Low Self-Esteem, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I Forgot Any!!)

Summary: Y/N has the biggest crush on her best friend Johnny, so when she learns from her other best friend Ponyboy, that he thinks he’s worthless it makes her heartbreak for him. So, she does everything she can do to make Johnny believe that he’s not worthless.

Word Count: 1,700

Author’s Note: So happy I got to release my first Johnny Cade story a lot earlier than I thought. Ever since watching and reading The Outsiders I just fell in love with Johnny. I feel like I’m the only one that didn’t read or watch The Outsiders in middle school. My big sister did but I didn’t but again we didn’t go to the same middle school! Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you all think! Hoping to release another Dallas Winston story next week for my 24th birthday!!

Yes, Y/N’s family are considered greasers in the town they live in, but Y/N does have a better life at least home life than most greasers her age. Y/N is sixteen and is the middle child in her family. She has an older sister who is eighteen named Liza and a little brother who is thirteen named Lee. Her mom is a stay-at-home mom, and her dad is a manger at a gas station just down the road.

Y/N has two best friends that she hangs out with all the time named Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade. She goes to school with Ponyboy. Y/N is the same age as Johnny and Pony is fourteen.

Y/N’s family is close with Pony’s family since one of Pony’s older brothers, Sodapop work for Y/N’s father. Y/N is the same age as Sodapop.

Y/N is always out somewhere with Pony and Johnny. She sees Ponyboy like another little brother but how she sees Johnny is completely different. When her Y/E/C eyes met his brown eyes for the very first time, she felt like she was put under a spell. As time went on Y/N’s crush on Johnny grew bigger and bigger.

Johnny is a shy and quiet boy but that’s because he comes from an abusive home. His parents constantly fight since his father is a big drunk. Sometimes the abuse gets physical not just between his parents but sometimes that abuse gets put on Johnny, too. His mom abuses him, too but she only does it verbally while his father abused him physically. It’s bad enough he gets abused by the SOC’s, who are the high-class people of the town, but he also gets abuse in his own home by his own parents. When Y/N sees the bruises, Johnny gets from this abuse it makes her skin crawl. Johnny is a great boy. He’s sweet, charming, and all together puts his friends needs before his own needs.

Ponyboy always tells Y/N how Johnny thinks he’s not worth to be on this earth. Hearing that makes Y/N worry about him even more than she already does. Just because his parents act like he’s worthless doesn’t mean his friends think that he’s worthless. Y/N always makes sure that Johnny knows how happy she is to have him in her life.

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Y/N woke up on a Saturday morning around eight. Y/N is going to be spending the day out with Ponyboy and Johnny. They made plans to just walk around town and grab a bite for lunch at the small diner. She’s set to meet the boys at the lot around ten, so she crawled out of twin sized bed.

She shares a bedroom with her little brother but when she woke up, he wasn’t in his bed. She knew he must already be up. Y/N changed out of her nightgown and changed into an old pair of blue jeans her sister gave her as a hand-me-down and a plain black t-shirt. She went down the hall into the bathroom to brush out her Y/H/C hair. She decided to put it up into a ponytail since the weather was going to be more mild than it has been the last few days. After she finished with her hair, she brushed her teeth since she knew she would forget to do it after she eats her breakfast. After she finished, she walked back into her shared bedroom. Y/N grabbed her beat up sneakers and slipped them on. She grabbed her jean jacket off the hook. The jacket was another hand-me-down but from her dad this time. He always wore it when he was a teenager so, Y/N does the same thing.

As Y/N walked out of her bedroom to the kitchen she put on her jacket. When Y/N got to the kitchen she just saw her big sister sitting at the small table eating a bowl of cereal. “Hey.” Y/N said getting her sister’s attention. “Where is everyone?” Y/N asked in a curious tone grabbing a bowl out of the cabinet. “Dad had to go into work early and mom took Lee to go get a pair of new shoes.” Liza told her. Y/N just nodded as she fixed herself a bowl of cereal.

“What are you up to today?” Liza asked once Y/N sat down across from her with her bowl of cereal. “I’m going to go hangout with Pony and Johnny for the day.” Y/N told her, took a spoonful of cereal, and put it into her mouth. “Oh so, you mean you’re going to go hangout with Pony and your boyfriend.” Liza said with a teasing look in her eyes. “Liza, Johnny isn’t my boyfriend.” Y/N told her in a stern tone as she rolled her eyes. “But you want him to be your boyfriend.” Liza said which made Y/N roll her eyes again.

She knew she was going to regret telling Liza about her crush on Johnny.

“Liza! Will you stop!” Y/N told her with frustration in her voice. “Yes, I like Johnny but we’re just friends!” Y/N told her. “He probably doesn’t even think about me as more than a friend.” Y/N added looking down at her bowl of cereal. Liza got up from her seat. “Never say never, Y/N.” Liza told her picking up her empty bowl and walked over to the sink.

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As Y/N walked to the lot she kept on thinking about what Liza told her. Y/N has always thought about just coming right out and telling Johnny about her feelings for him but, her biggest fear is him turning her down. She doesn’t want to ruin what she has with Johnny. Especially since he doesn’t have that many people in his life that cares for him.

When Y/N got to the lot she only saw Johnny standing there with his hands in his pockets of his jean jacket. “Hey Johnny.” Y/N said getting his attention. “Where is Pony?” Y/N asked him.

Usually when she meets them at the lot Pony and Johnny are always there waiting for her together. Since Johnny has to pass Pony’s house to get to the lot, he just waits at the Curtis household, for Pony to come out and they walk to the lot together.

“Pony isn’t feeling well so he’s taking a rain check.” Johnny told her. “Oh so, it’s just going to be the two of us.” Y/N said as she could feel her heart rate sped up. She’s never hung out with just Johnny. “If you want to, it’s okay if you want to take a rain check, too.” Johnny said looking away from her.

He went to walk away but Y/N put her hand onto his left shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ll still hangout with you.” Y/N told him with a comforting smile.

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Y/N and Johnny walked around town with each other. They went into some stores to just look and see what they had since they knew the money they had was only for food. Once they got hungry, they went straight to the diner to grab a bite.

As the day went on Y/N seemed to pull Johnny out of his shell. She’s never heard Johnny talk this much before. Turns out her and Johnny have a whole lot more in common than she thought. After they got lunch, they continued to walk around till the sun started to set.

Y/N took Johnny to a hill that wasn’t too far from her house to watch the sun set. She told him when she was a little girl she would sit on this hill with Liza and just watch the sun go down. As they watched the sunset there was a comfortable silence between them till Y/N decided to break it.

“Johnny, can I ask you something?” Y/N asked him as she stared out at the beautiful view in front of them. Johnny looked over at her. “Yeah.” Johnny answered her. “Do you really think that this world would be better without you?” Y/N asked looking over at him. She is scared to know what he’s going to say but she needs to hear this answer from him. “Sometimes, yeah.” Johnny said looking away from her. That answer made Y/N’s heart ache.

“Johnny, you aren’t worthless.” Y/N told him which made him look back at her. “I’m not?” Johnny said looking at her with a surprised look in his puppy-like eyes. “You mean something to Pony and all of your other greaser friends. Hell, I don’t know what Pony would do without you.” Y/N told him with a soft look in her eyes.

Y/N took one of his hands in hers. Johnny looked down at their intertwined hands. He could feel his nerves start to pace through out his body. He’s never held a girl's hand before. Actually, he’s never held anyone’s hand before.

“You mean a lot to me, and I also don’t know what I would do without you either.” Y/N told him giving his hand a light squeeze. When Johnny looked back up at her, his brown eyes locked with her Y/E/C eyes.

Both leaned in at the same time connected their lips together for a kiss. When their lips met it felt like two puzzle pieces finally coming together. Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach go into complete chaos. She couldn’t believe that her lips were on Johnny’s lips. It felt like she was in a dream. They released from the kiss when they were running out of oxygen. The kiss was both of their first.

“There is another reason.” Y/N told him once she caught her breath. “I also like you as more than just a friend.” Y/N confessed to him. That fear she had quickly melted away because of the kiss. Johnny’s lips turned up into a smile as his cheeks turned a light red. “I like you more as a friend, too.” Johnny confessed. Now it was Y/N’s turn to put on a smile.

Johnny let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Y/N leaned her head onto his shoulder. Johnny lightly rubbed his hand onto her shoulder as they watched the rest of the sunset together.

[johnnycadesmuse]

♱ ⋆ . ༄ knockin on heaven's door

—dallas winston x preachers daughter

warnings: nsfw, pnv, f!receiving, creampie

"you're to never see that boy again." that's what your father said before he sent you off to boarding school, one so religious that it made mormons look like atheists.

you had invited your boyfriend Dallas over earlier that day to hang out. your father was to be teaching a sermon all afternoon, giving you and Dallas plenty of time to spend together alone. he had your thighs over his shoulders, his lips slowly trailing toward your core, causing you to let out soft giggles. the door suddenly bursts open, your father standing in the doorway, still in his clergy.

next thing you knew, you were in the back of your fathers car, sitting next to a suitcase as he began to lecture you.

after 3 long, gruelling months of constant praying and bible studies, you were finally back in Tulsa, Oklahoma. you never thought that you'd be so happy to see such a shithole of a town again. you missed the constant greaser vs. soc rivalry, gang fights, and even the insults that were thrown at you by the soc girls that hung around the diner.

you slammed your suitcase onto the velvet armchair that sat in the corner of your room before flopping onto your mattress.

"fuck it's hot" you sighed, ripping off your soft white dress, tossing it into the corner of your room.

"your hot." you heard a familiar deep voice say from behind you.

"jesus christ!" you shouted, turning around to see Dallas standing in the corner with his arms crossed, a big smirk plastered across his face as he admired your body.

"you okay sweetheart?" you heard your father shout.

"yup! just.. praying." you smiled as you and Dallas continued to make eye contact. Dallas let out a chuckle, one that sounded like music to your ears after not hearing it for so long.

"what are you doing here?" you whispered, walking over to him. his hands quickly found their way to your waist, his fingers toying with the lace that lined your panties. "how'd you know I got back?"

"I've been counting the days." he smiled, kissing your neck softly. "I missed you."

"baby if my father finds you here, your done."

"then i'll confess" he shrugged, making you giggle. "what?, is it against the lord to see my beautiful girlfriend?"

"it's against the lord to trespass. it's also against the law."

"you know I don't do laws." he smiled before slowly walking you over to your mattress, laying you down onto the floral cotton sheets below. "I'll do you though"

"your an animal, Dal." Dally began to softly kiss you, his hands rubbing the plush skin of your thighs. he settles himself between your legs, his st. christopher dangling over you, the cold metal brushing against your hot skin.

"honey!" your father yelled from the bottom of the stairs. your heart stopped, dally and you looking at one another in fear as you heard footsteps making their way closer up the stairs before stopping halfway. "i'm going over to Mrs. Porters house for prayer! i'll see you' later! and if I come home to find that hoodlum in my house again you'll be gone for a year!"

"yes daddy!" you shout back downstairs, Dally smirking. the front door shuts and you immediately lean in to begin kissing him again before he pulls away, stopping you.

"daddy?"

"oh shut up and fuck me." you tell him before pulling him in by his chain, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"yes ma'am" he said into the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you slipped your fingers through his brown tufts, tugging slightly at the roots, causing him to groan into your mouth. "god I missed you. I missed this sexy little body. I missed how sweet you taste. I missed all of you" Dally whispers into your ear before sitting up, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. you raked your nails down his stomach, creating goosebumps down his spine.

he licked his lips as he looked down at you, the life sight in front of him hardening the bulge in his pants. your hair was sprawled out onto the bed, your matching white set blending in with the sheets below, your cross necklace sitting perfectly over your collarbone. "fuck your gorgeous."

you bit your lip at the compliment, turning your face to the side to hide your flushed expression. he placed his finger on the side of your cheek, pulling your face back toward him. he placed soft kisses all over your cheeks and forehead before making his way down your body. "I wanna taste you." Dally whispers, leaving opened mouth kisses upon your inner thighs. the last time you were both in this position, it ended in you being sent away— but now, you two could finish what you started.

he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. he spread your legs apart, revealing your soaked folds. his eyes looked up at you with a mix of innocence and lust. just as he was about to place his mouth where you needed him most, he pulled away, clasping his hands into a prayer pose. you laughed, slapping him playfully.

"what? a man can't pray before eating. I thought that's what y'all christian's did?"

before you could response, his tongue was eating you out like a man starved. your hand flew to his hair, the other gripping the sheets as you let out loud and desperate moans. "fuck.. yes...." you gasped, biting your lower lip.

your reactions only spurred him on, his technique growing more aggressive yet passionate. he groaned into your pussy as you tugged harshly on his hair, sending vibrations throughout your core. "fuck! do that again!" he obeyed, humming into your clit as he sucked harshly, bringing you closer to the edge. "fuck.. i'm gonna cum!"

"do it sweetheart, cum on my face." and you did, letting out a pornographic moan as you came, your liquids dripping down his chin as he raised himself back up, climbing on top of you.

you two began kissing again, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. he reached behind your back, unclipping your bra as you unzipped his jeans, both of you pulling off each article. he pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard dick that you missed the feeling of.

"this okay?" he asked, you humming in response. he stroked himself a few times before lining up with your soaked hole, slowly pushing himself in, inch by inch. "fuck.. I missed this pretty little pussy. my pretty little pussy"

he began moving at a slower pace, allowing you to adjust to his length after not being filled with it for so long. he grabbed your thigh with one hand, his other holding your face as you both maintained eye contact as he fucked himself into you. "shit.." you whimpered, staring into his dark eyes.

the moment was so intimate. your sweaty bodies were pressed against one another, practically becoming one. his breath fanned over your neck as he hid his face into your shoulder, his grip on your thigh tightening as he could feel the both of you growing closer to your peak. you wrapped both of your legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper than before, your body exuding a loud moan. "there we go" Dally praised as his thrusts became faster and harder, making you grow louder and louder. "you're such a good girl baby.. such a good girl. taking me so well. you always fit me so perfectly don't ya'?"

you couldn't respond, you only nodded at his words as you felt yourself growing closer to climax. "i'm gon- cum-" you sobbed, tears in your eyes as he continued to hit that one sweet spot within your womb.

"yeah? you gonna cum baby?" he whispered almost sympathetically, giving you the dark doe eyes that you loved oh so much about him, especially during times like this. "cum for me"

and you did, finishing with a loud moan of his name. "i'm so close, where do you want me?"

"inside.. I want you to fill me up" you muttered, Dally's eyes widening. "it's okay. i'm on the pill." you reassured him, sending a wave of relief over him. you pressed kisses against the skin of his neck as he came inside of you, shooting thick ropes into you.

"fuck.." he said breathlessly on top of you, kissing your chest that was still glistening with sweat. "I missed you so bad baby, you have no idea"

"I missed you too.." you smiled before passionately kissing him, your hand cupping his jaw.

"now let's get cleaned up huh?" he says, moving to get off of you before being stopped. you both look down to see your necklaces caught in one another, your cross laying on top of his st. christopher pendant. you both chuckled as your fingers brushed against one another, slowly untangling the jewellery.

Dally laid a peck on your cheek before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

[only-lonely-star]

ok so basically. after a particularly rough and unfair rumble with the socs, not only is dallas exhausted and sore but hes acting all soft and clingy. when he showed up at your door all he wanted was for his girl to hold him. but he is a mess and hes covered in dirt, blood and sweat so fem reader suggests that he takes a shower but hes like “im tired…” and she suggests that she gets in to help him (COMPLETELY DOMESTIC NOT IN A FREAKY WAY) and dallas is too tired and touch starved to complain so instead of a cocky remark he agrees and reader basically just helps him clean up and get to bed. is this too much?😭 im sorry if it is!!! u 100% do not have to do it!! but ilysm and thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

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Warnings - Slight pain inflicted on Dallas. Mentions of blood and bruises. Showering together. Established relationship between fem!reader and Dallas Winston.

Summary - Dallas comes to you for some comfort after a rough fight with some Soc boys. You offer to join him in a hot shower to relax and unwind :)

Author’s Note - I love you too, Anon, thank you for your request! 😼😼 Let me just say… DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK TO WRITING. The post-meeting-C.-Thomas-Howell depression is so real and hit me so strong. This is a rather short one, I apologize. I fear if I didn’t get to these requests soon enough then I’d procrastinate even more. I have like four WIPs right now, they’ll be out soon y’all. I love you all SO much, enjoy!!!! 🙈🙈

Word Count - 830

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The sudden knock on your door hadn’t taken you by surprise as you sauntered towards the tall, wooden frame. It was late. Visitors at this hour usually resulted in your rebellious boyfriend, Dallas, looking for a safe haven to spend the night at. It was no surprise when you pulled the doorknob and saw Dallas with a look of defeat and exhaustion in his eyes.

He was hunched over, his shoulders slouched to a new level of low. The boy’s eyes revealed he had endured a tough night already, but the scattered bruises in shades of red and purple told you the full story. “Come on and let me in, just let me cool off for a minute,” he pleaded, his eyes lifeless.

“Oh, Dallas, you went looking for trouble again, didn’t you?” you spoke with playful sarcasm, pulling him inside by the stretched-out collar of his tee.

As Dallas stumbled inside, his boots left footprints of mud across the welcome mat. “No, actually,” he retorted with equal sarcasm, “I took a few blows from them Soc guys we saw that day in the park. I thought I could take three, but hell- I guess not.” Dallas glanced down at his raggedy shirt, one that couldn’t be saved now that it was ripped and torn in just about every place imaginable.

Frowning, you extended a hand to cup his cheek. He looked absolutely defeated - a rare sighting for such a well-known fighter. He didn’t budge at the gentle touch, instead, he stepped forward and snaked his hands to rest on your hips idly. “I’m sorry, baby, c’mere,” you beckoned, gently stroking your thumb across his cheek.

Dallas obeyed, closing the distance between the two of you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, allowing his hand to press yours firmly against his cheek. His lips formed into a small pout. “It hurts, baby. Everywhere. We can just have an easy night and uh…chill in bed, how ‘bout that?”

You grimaced, pulling away slightly. “You ought to shower first, Dal, you ain’t staining my sheets with all that blood… and dirt…and whatever the hell that is,” you pointed to a smear of bright green across his white tee.

The groan Dallas let out was something else. He slouched further and shook your hips vigorously. “Come onnnn, I’m tired. I can’t- I can’t get a hug from my girl? Is that right? I come crawling to you for a simple hug and I can’t even get that?”

His little sob story wasn’t convincing you for shit. “Dallas, don’t hand me that. I’ll even step in with you, that way all you have to do is stand there.”

He shrugged. This was a win-win. He didn’t have to do a thing and on top of that, he got to spend time with you. “Thank you,” Dallas replied sincerely. You could tell right away he meant it, he needed this gentle form of care.

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As you twisted the knob to adjust the water’s temperature, Dallas analyzed the markings on his cheekbones and under-eye area. His lip seemed to be busted up pretty well, along with a dark purple rim around his left cheekbone. He grinned, “Looks good, don’t it?”

Scoffing playfully, you ushered him closer, “Just get in.” Dallas slowly but surely trudged his way into the tub, standing under the shower head. With another twist, the hot water splashed down from the nozzle, running down his bruised back. His eyes shut instinctively as he felt around the air in front of him for your body. Following him inside, you grabbed the spare white washcloth which hung from the rack located just across the sink. You enclosed yourself inside as you pulled the shower curtain shut.

“Get my back first?” he requested with a soft smile. The exhaustion written on his face was clear as day, but he maintained a sincere tone when speaking with you.

“Yeah, I got you.” His shoulder blades were tense and stiff. The purple spotting along the more tender parts of his back caused a wince from the both of you. Dallas was tough, he’d never admit he’s truly hurt.

“Careful-,” he hissed with clenched teeth, stiffening as he felt your hand pressing the washcloth onto the sensitive area between his shoulders.

“Does that hurt, baby?” you drew back, hovering the dripping fabric over his body.

Dallas sighed meekly. While most was done to his face, he still had sore spots scattered throughout his entire body. “I’m sore all over darlin’, that’s why I just wanted to lay down.”

Feeling your heart clench out of sympathy, you kissed the tender spots along his spine. The steam emitted from the shower head provided the moist heat needed to soothe his aching body, much like your love for him. He found himself able to relax and wind down in the solace of your presence. Who would have thought that even Dallas Winston needed some tender love and care after all?

THANK YOU FOR READING!! YOU ARE THE BEST! ❤️‍🩹

[ambrozjas]

the gang x reader who loves makeup ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader (separate)

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guys i swear i’m working on your requests i just wanted to use this as a filler to feed you guys while you wait, but trust me, i’m workin on it 💕 thank you for all the likes and reqs !! love you all xoxo

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some curse words, makeup, reader is compared to “a girl in a magazine” in johnnys part, kissing?? i dunno 😭

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DARRY’s thumb rubs along your thigh. he lay on his bed while you were sat at the desk besides him. you placed your vanity mirror on the wooden surface and had been working on your makeup for about half an hour.

darry had seen his mother put on makeup whenever she’d go out with his father, so he had a better idea of makeup than someone like steve or two bit. he liked whenever you asked him questions like ‘this or that’.

“which one? peach or mint?” you asked as you held up two lip glosses, the peach gloss in a soft pink tube and the mint in a sage green one.

darry seemed to think for a moment, humming in thought. “th’peach one.” he finally said, nodding his head in the direction of where you were holding the peach tube.

“thanks, dare.” you mumbled, your lips forming an ‘o’ shape, ready for application.

“why do you always put on makeup?” he asks, eyes fixated on you. a satisfying pop of your lips before you look over to him and shrug.

“dunno, makes me feel pretty.”

“you’re always pretty, darlin’.” darry continues, moving his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking both your fingers and squeezing.

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“how d’ya get that thing so close to your eye?” SODAPOP asks. you’ve been doing your makeup for about ten minutes, soda watching you like a hawk.

“i just raise my eyelid and put the curler to my lashes, piece’a cake.” you shrug, mouth open as you apply some mascara. “really?” he asked, taking a glance at your drawer full of makeup products, an assortment of pretty colored tubes, he would guess were either for your lips or eyes.

“yeah, why? you want some?” you laughed, expecting a ‘no’ in return but got only silence. you looked back at him. soda had just shrugged exaggeratedly.

one thing let to another and you ended up perched on sodapop’s lap, his eyes closed as you decorated his lids with blue eyeshadow.

“soda—! don’t crinkle your eyes!” you exclaimed, your boyfriend simply chuckled and gently grasped your wrist. “‘s not my fault it tickles, babe.”

soda opens his eyes to look at you, pulling your palm to his lips for a soft kiss.

“you know, you just ruined the eyeshadow, right? your eyes are hooded so the shadow will get—“

“shh, i’m tryna be romantic ‘ere.”

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“oh, PONYBOY!” you squealed, dragging out the ‘y’ in his name and running down the hallway already carrying your makeup bag.

you poke your head in through the doorway to find pony laying on his bed, nose buried in another one of his books. he glanced at you, already suspicious of the fact that the rest of your body isn’t visible.

“huh?” he questioned, his eyes flickering between the words of the book. “you wanna be the best boyfriend ever and do me a favor, pony?” you grinned as you dragged out the syllables in his name.

“what’re you doin’?” he inquired. you started to step slowly into view, your bag held behind your back. “i just need’a see somethin’ real quick.” he sat up a bit as you got closer to him and placed the book on the desk next to his bed, careful to mark the page he was on with a bookmark.

you finally bring your hands around to your front, unveiling the small makeup bag filled to the brim with products.

“oh, no.”

“oh, yes.”

“no! you ain’t touchin’ my face!”

and before he knows it, ponyboy has a face full of makeup on and you’re finishing it off with some sparkly highlighter on his nose.

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you had a date with JOHNNY at the drive-in, planning to see one of elvis’ new movies.

you had done your makeup, using the multitude of products you had in your room, and you looked snatched. your hair was cute, whether greased up or not, it never failed to look effortlessly gorgeous, johnny always thought so.

he was already waiting at the drive-in, accompanied by dallas who unfortunately was “chaperoning” him for the night, probably just trying to keep a lookout for drunk broads.

when you had arrived though, boy, was johnny astonished. his eyes widened at just the sight of you, it was like you were a princess walking up to him in slow motion.

once you had caught up to him and dally, johnny couldn’t help but mutter, “y’look like one of those ladies from the magazines..”, he gawked at just the utter sight of you.

“thank you?” you giggled and gave a quick peck to his lips. “i’ll get us a coke!” you jogged over to the concessions area with a bunched up wad of money in your hand. johnny watched you walk away, mouth still parted a bit in shock.

dallas, being the shithead he is, rudely tapped johnny’s cheek, making him close his mouth. “you’ll catch flies, johnny.” he said, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

once you two had actually sat down, dally chatting up some girl a few feet away, johnny turns to you. “s’that a new lipgloss?”

“yeah, you like it?” you asked, blowing him an exaggerated air kiss after.

“tastes sweet.”

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“c’mon, doll, it’s been like twenty minutes.”

“hold on, DALLY, i have to finish this wing!” you affirmed, your words altered with the way you opened your mouth so your skin would stretch, giving you the perfect opportunity with eyeliner and mascara. one struggle almost everybody goes through, is getting the other eyeliner wing to match the other.

“you’ve been at this for a while, just draw a line ‘n call it a night.” dallas insisted, he didn’t much like waiting, and he never understood why people took so much time just to do their makeup.

“no, you don’t understand. it has to be perfect.” you said, enunciating the ‘p’. you look at dallas in the reflection of the mirror and see him sigh in defeat and hollow his cheeks with another inhale of a cancer stick.

“you better not be smokin’ that thing in here, stinkin’ up my whole room.” you wrinkled your nose, the smell of cigarettes never leaves your room as long as dallas comes over.

“you do it too.”

“i smoke outside, not where it’ll penetrate a whole room full of cute things.” you rebutted.

“whatever you say, doll.”

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“do i look like a pretty princess?” TWO-BIT asked as you applied blush on his cheeks. you and his kid sister giggled at the sight. two’s eyes covered with all sorts of bright pinks and yellows and blues, colors that his little sister suggested.

“yes keith, you look like a pretty princess.” you said, watching two’s nose scrunch at the brush tickling his cheeks.

“what next?” you asked to his sister, turning to her as she held a finger to her chin in thought. then, it was like a light bulb went off inside her head. she grinned at you, a catlike smile that you returned, one that made two-bit worried about what would come next.

“lipstick.” was all she said, and immediately she handed you a bright red lipstick. you let out a soft laugh as you looked at two-bit’s expression, cocking an eyebrow as usual.

“you ain’t doin’ what i think you’re doin’, right?” he asks, then you wiggle the tube of lipstick at him, getting it closer as he shifts away. he placed his hands up in defense, “baby—! c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to your wonderful lovely boyfriend, would you?”

as he tries to scurry off, you hook your leg around his waist and keep him in place while his little sister laughs hysterically in the background. you grip his cheeks so his lips could purse, giving you the perfect access to apply his lipstick.

he ends up looking like a scrapped lisa frank design and that lipstick ends up in kiss marks littering your face, accompanied by ‘eww’s’ in the back provided by two’s sister.

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“shit! it burns!” STEVE yells, his lips a cherry red with irritation.

“why’d you put it on your lips?” you threw your arms up, representing a ‘what the hell?’.

“thought it was your lipstick thingies!”

“why would you put it on your lips in the first place, steve?” you laughed and rushed over to get a paper towel and a few ice cube. “i thought it’d taste good.” he muttered, his lips a comical plump as he glared at the tube, feeling silly how he didn’t read the white letters on it saying ‘duck plump’.

when you came back, you sat down next to steve, gently wiping off the gloss before he snatched the napkin and wiped it off aggressively himself, desperate to get it off.

you both looked at each other before he looked down at the ice cube. “wha’s ‘at supposed to do?” he asked. you stammered, “i don’t know you were in hysterics! ‘pleasee! oh please get it off! it burns—!’” you cut yourself off with a laugh, laying back on the bed.

“yeah, yeah. whatever..” he grumbles, throwing another glare at the lip plumping gloss that lay abandoned on your desk.

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[honeypott44]

can you please write a johnny cade x fem!reader smut?

Ofc ml!!!

Take it slow

johnny cade x Reader

Idk what warnings/tw to include but this is js smut w/o plot

“Please...please...please....“ he muttered from underneath you. You should've expected the poor boy couldn't last as long as you, he'd already came three times and you were still trying to.

“’S okay, bubba... ’m almost there.. Just hold out a lil bit longer for me, yeah?“ You said, cupping Johnnys cheeks as you rode him nonstop like a dog in heat. His big brown eyes stared into your eyes, starting to tear up from the overstimulation, but he just nodded and let you continue.

Letting you continue was worth it, he loved the feeling of you juices all over him. Hell, once you got off he suddenly got the energy to lick the rest of your juices from your cunt.

“Did it really feel that good, babe?“ you asked, keeping a hand in his hair.

“Mmphfff..“ he muttered, his mouth never leaving your core until the rest of you was drained into his mouth.

(divider i dont have yet)

Ty to whoever suggested this!!!

[delicatebarness]

cry baby | prologue

Summary: Meet The Avengers, the infamous friendship group. Known for causing trouble all around town, and being feared by all. Expect the youngest member of the group, she was different and she was protected.

Warning: Smoking. Alcohol. Crying.

Word Count: 1179

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A/N: The final results of the poll were 68.4% in favor of posting this now so here you go. I really hope I did this idea justice and you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think <3

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The bar hummed with music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional roar of a motorcycle outside. In the corner booth, among the haze of cigarette smoke and the dim glow of neon lights, sat a group of friends, claimed as The Avengers. 

Bucky Barnes leaned back in the booth, his eyes constantly scanning the room with a gaze as piercing as the edge of his knife. His presence commanded respect anywhere he went, without raising his voice. He was an enigma wrapped in leather.

A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he observed the scene at the bar. Your presence was a stark contrast to the rough ambiance of the bar. Dressed in a delicate flowing dress, out of place amidst the leather and tattoos, you were the embodiment of vulnerability in a world that praised itself on toughness. Your gaze darted nervously around the room as you waited for your drink. 

Bucky’s grip tightened around the beer bottle he had been nursing as he watched the bartender lean close to you. His jaw clenched with a quiet intensity, some instinct urged him to intervene, to protect you from whatever the guy was trying to do. But, before he could make a move he noticed Steve, your older brother and his best friend, standing closer to you. It was obvious from Steve’s expression and assertive stance that he was telling the bartender to step back.

Turning back his attention to the booth, he caught Natasha’s knowing smirk and Sam’s amused glance. They also had been watching the scene at the bar and offered small nods of approval toward Steve as you both made your way to the booth with the drinks. You were a tight-knit group, and there was an unspoken understanding that you would always protect one another. Mostly, it was you that they were protecting.

Your emotions began to bubble to the surface, tears threatened to spill over. The reasons for them, you were unsure of. Was it the presence of the new bartender? Perhaps Steve’s protective demeanor had caused them. Or maybe it was simply the atmosphere of smoke and dust. Regardless, as you settled back into the booth, the sight of Bucky’s eye-rolling toward you only worsened the urge to cry.

“Spill the beans, crybaby,” Bucky’s voice cut through the chatter of your friends around you. “What’s the verdict today? Tears of joy or sadness?” his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned forward.

Your cheeks flushed, and you tilted your head up hoping gravity will stop the tears from spilling. “I, I don’t know,” you mumbled softly, your voice barely audible over the noise of the bar.

As the night wore on, the bar grew increasingly rowdy and you found yourself retreating into the safety of your thoughts. No matter how hard you tried to hide your teary eyes, you couldn’t escape Bucky’s watchful gaze. 

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As closing time drew near, there was a subtle shift that settled over the group, a silent acknowledgment that their night was coming to an end. With reluctant sighs, you began to gather your belongings. The rest of your friends picked up their packets of cigarettes and leather jackets, as you picked up your sketchbook and pencil. Preparing to leave the warmth of the bar for the cold embrace of the night, you begin to make your way to the exit. 

Bucky remained rooted in his spot in the booth, his gaze fixed on some unseen point around the bar. “Hey, Buck, you coming?” Steve called out, his voice tinged with concern as he glanced back at his friend. 

You could almost see the cogs working in his mind as he hesitated, clenching his jaw. “I think I’ll stay a bit longer,” he finally replied, his voice low. 

Wanda arched an eyebrow, confusion took over her features as Natasha spoke for you all, “Everything okay, Barnes?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity. 

He offered you all a tight-lipped smile, a silent reassurance that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah I’m fine,” he beamed at you all with an uncharacteristic glee. His gaze flickered over to you for a brief moment before returning to your friends. “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow,” 

With reluctant nods and murmured goodbyes, you and the rest of The Avengers made your way out of the bar, leaving Bucky alone. As the door swung shut behind you, Bucky let out a heavy sigh before making his way over to the bar.

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With a heavy sigh, Bucky climbed the stairs to your apartment door, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. An hour must have passed since you would have gotten home. As he reached the familiar door, he hesitated for a moment, his already grazed knuckles hovering over the wood before finally summoning the courage to knock. 

The door swung open, revealing your concerned expression as you took in the sight of him standing on her doorstep, a black eye already began to form. 

“Bucky? What happened?” you exclaimed, your voice filled the air with concern as you ushered him inside.

He offered you a weary smile, his gaze met yours with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. “You should have seen the other guy,” he replied, his smile turning into a playful smirk. 

You arched an eyebrow skeptically, as you gestured for him to take a seat at the kitchen table. “Let’s just get you patched up,” you sent him a reassuring smile as you moved around your kitchen to fetch the first aid kit. 

As you began cleaning and dressing his wounds, he couldn’t help but marvel at the tenderness of your touch. Your hands moved with practiced precision while you stood in between his tights. Despite his attempts to downplay his injuries, he winced slightly as the antiseptic stung, his jaw clenching. 

A wave of emotion washed over you, and tears began to well up in your eyes, a silent testament to the guilt you carried from causing him more pain and discomfort. 

Bucky’s heart clenched at the sight of your tears, forgetting about his own pain momentarily as he reached out to gently cup your cheeks, wiping away the evidence of her distress. A gesture as gentle as it was instinctual. “Hey, what’s wrong?”  he asked softly, his hand never leaving your cheek.

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering away from his as you struggled to find the words you wanted to say, “I, I don’t like when you’re hurt,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. 

A pang of guilt twisted in his chest as he realized the hurt he was causing. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice filled with regret as he felt your tears dampen his skin. “I’m sorry,” 

In the warmth of his embrace, you found comfort, and the weight of your worries subsided by the rhythm of his heartbeat. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, calming your emotions with every passing second.

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