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quizzicalwriter · 7 months

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dally winston x virgin!reader who asks her boyfriend dally to be her first time

Sweet Thing

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Kissing, touching, fingering. Inexperienced and slightly innocent reader. Loss of virginity.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 2.8k (I got carried away.)

You’d always been Dallas’s favorite preoccupation, distracting him from everything else in life. The sweet thing he carted around whenever he hung around with the boys or found himself in the drunken den that was Buck’s on a Saturday night. You’d be there, propped on his lap with his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

Not that you didn’t have anything to say besides sitting there, hell, the guys loved you. You could hold your own when it came to their wit and it made you a worthy companion for Dallas in their eyes, not to mention your inexplicable ability to put up with his shit when nobody else had before - or seemingly nobody else had been given the chance.

Normally Dallas would’ve gone for girls at the drive-in, greaser girls, or any woman he could get his hands on or who could handle his banter for longer than a minute without giving him the back of their hand. You weren’t one of them, and frankly, that terrified Dallas. There was a part of him that wanted to pull away, push you away in hopes that he’d save himself the pain of heartbreak later on he’d convinced himself he’d suffer. But he always stopped himself whenever you found yourself in his arms, gazing up at him with your doe-like eyes.

It was a difficult thing, Dallas being intimate. He was born and raised in a constant battle for survival, not showing love or producing it, but you made it easy. The longer you two had been together the longer he found himself wanting to keep you close, protect you from dangers he seemed to see everywhere. The worries you once had about him leaving eventually faded, the look in his eyes as he gazed at you whenever you laid in his arms far outweighed any ill thoughts you’d suffered with.

The only way you could describe it was ardent, laced with a deep desire that you’d never seen before in his brown eyes. A deep desire that would show itself in the bounds of the night after the two of you had disappeared together, culminating in you on his lap in his bed, hips rocking together as he kissed along your throat and down onto your chest. Or with your legs wrapped loosely around his hips, him grinding into you, you whispering sweet moans into his mouth spurring him on to do more, touch you more, please you more.

Dallas never pushed, he was always understanding whenever you pulled away. Of course, he’d have to adjust himself in his jeans, but he’d quickly pull you to his chest and press delicate kisses along your face, murmuring how much you mean to him, something he didn’t dare do in front of others. That side of Dallas was for you, nobody else, so you treasured it whenever he showed it.

On one particular Saturday night in the midst of autumn, you found yourself propped up against Dallas’s side on one of the couches in Buck’s bar, legs bent up at your chest as you fiddled with frayed denim at the end of your pant leg. Dallas was in a debate with a random man, someone he seemed to know well enough to bullshit with, talking about how the two had snagged something good off a rich man’s car not too long ago.

If it hadn’t been for the incessant country music Buck played when it rounded two in the morning you’d likely have fallen asleep against Dallas, but the occasional jump of a new song kept you jerking awake, a tired pout situating itself on your features as you rested your cheek against Dallas’s shoulder.

“Looks like your miss is real tired.” The man stated, taking a long puff from his cigar before gesturing toward you with the end of it, a snicker following his words as he propped himself up against the end of his pool cue. Dallas quirked a brow, looking down at you where you were tucked into his side with a hidden smile.

“Guess she is.” He murmured, not saying anything more beyond that before moving to prop himself up straighter, hand smoothing down your back as he looked down at you. “Tired?”

You weren’t tired, tired. More so bored, the constant scent of smoke and alcohol wasn’t helping the boredom or the budding headache in the back of your skull. But knowing if you said anything other than ‘yes’ at that moment would result in another hour downstairs, you nodded, feigning a yawn as you let your eyes flutter deceptively.

Dallas caught on, but he didn’t say anything. Instead choosing to click his tongue against his teeth as he played along, shrugging as he moved to stand. “I’ll see you later, man.” He stated, causing the older man to shrug himself before dispersing off into the crowd. Dallas turned to you, helping you to your feet before leading you up the stairs.

“Lyin’ is a sin, y’know that right?” He chuckled out, quiet enough for only you to hear as he nudged open his bedroom door with the toe of his shoe, causing you to laugh yourself and avert your gaze from his as you moved into the familiar room.

“Didn’t lie.” You mumbled out, another pout crossing your lips as you kicked off your shoes, making your way to his bed. “Real tired, Dally.”

“Sure, doll.” He snickered from the corner of the room as you made yourself comfortable on the bed, the familiar metallic clang of his belt hitting the wooden floor echoing throughout the room soon after.

He moved beside you then, letting out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your back flush with his chest. The sound of country music and clattering pool balls still echoed from downstairs, but the only thing you could bring yourself to focus on was the feeling of Dallas’s knee between your legs.

It was an innocent move, both of you slept with your legs intertwined, it felt comfortable given how small his bed was. As he shifted to get more comfortable his knee pressed harder against your clothed cunt, causing your cheeks to flush red as you choked back a whine. Dallas stiffened, breath catching in his throat as he took a moment to gauge your reaction before moving his knee again.

“Dal-“ You whined, hand moving down in between your legs as you buried your face into the pillow you two shared, his scent lingering heavily on the fabric doing nothing to quell the growing ache between your legs.

“What, doll? Feel good?” He whispered, words ghosting across the nape of your neck, causing your back to arch involuntarily as you slowly nodded. His hand smoothed down your front, bumping over the fabric of your shirt and jeans as he slowly moved to cup your sex, ever so gently applying pressure as he rocked himself against you.

You felt yourself soaking your underwear with arousal the longer he rutted against you, his fingers pressing against your cunt through your jeans as he did. A familiar sensation bloomed in your lower stomach, one that left you clenching your thighs around his palm as you tried to quell the growing ache.

“Gotta tell me what you want.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, trailing a litany of open-mouthed kisses along the curvature of your throat, pressure from his fingers increasing against your cunt. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, Dallas, just fuck me.” You whined, embarrassment over the prospect of voicing your needs soon being overweighed by the sheer need you felt for him, your hand moved to grasp at his forearm as you begged. “Please, Dal.”

That seemed to be all he needed as he moved to sit up on his knees, pressing another kiss to your jaw before pulling his shirt up and over his head. You laid there, lips parted as you watched him undress, feeling your blush spread from your cheeks to the top of your chest. You wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him - so you did. You moved to sit up, folding your legs underneath yourself as you moved to press a kiss to his lips, hands moving to cup his jaw, only pulling away when you felt that familiar pull to touch him elsewhere.

You’d seen him without a shirt, but you’d never truly been able to admire him until now. Your hands wavered over his body, fingertips dipping in between the rivets of his toned skin, along healed scars, a faint bruise that still lingered under the left side of his ribcage. Above it all you found yourself fascinated with the way his chest rose with each breath and the small freckles that lined his skin. They reminded you of the ones he’d gotten from his time in the sun that plastered themselves against his cheekbones and upper shoulders.

Dallas let you look, eyes fluttering whenever your hands would drift farther south than before. You could hear him taking in shuddering breaths, chest catching every few minutes as though he were teetering on the edge of self-control. He raised his hands then, looking to you for approval before he lifted your shirt up and over your head, bundling the soft fabric in his hands before letting it fall to the floor.

You reached your hands behind yourself, unclasping your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders until your bra collapsed into your lap, exposing your breasts to him. Dallas had seen women before, he’d seen plenty, but none of them had ever had the effect you currently had on him. He felt his throat dry, brown eyes flickering between your chest and your eyes before he moved to gently lay you back against his bed, situating himself over top of you.

“You want this?” His words were hushed as his hand drifted down over your bare stomach, slowly unbuttoning your jeans as he kept his gaze locked on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort or worry. When you responded with a nod and a quiet, “I want this.” He smiled, a soft laugh leaving him as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

You’d envisioned losing your virginity hundreds of times, a perfect encapsulation of what sex had to be painted in your mind, vivid and blaring. But this was so different, the way Dallas was so gentle, not afraid to laugh if something awkward happened, both of you sharing the pure moment of intimacy with smiles on your face. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for it and that somehow made it all so much better.

As he slid your jeans off your legs he smiled up at you, a soft look on his face as he tossed the denim to the floor, moving back up to place another languid kiss to your lips. His hand moved between your thighs, fingers splaying against your cunt through your underwear, a groan passing his lips when he felt just how wet you’d become.

“Dallas, please-“ You begged, thighs trembling as he continued to tease you through your underwear. He relented, placing a gentle kiss to your jaw before moving to sit back up, slowly sliding your underwear down and off your body before discarding them to the floor as well.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, eyes wandering over your form laid in front of him, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took it all in. “So fuckin’ beautiful, doll.”

You watched with bated breath as he slipped his jeans off, kicking his boxers off along with them. His length was bigger than you’d anticipated, only having felt the shape of it when you’d ground down against him during your frequent make-out sessions. As if sensing your apprehension he moved back over you, hand moving to cup your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It won’t hurt, alright? We’ll take it slow, real slow.” He whispered, voice soothing as he helped you to wrap your legs around his hips, your heels subtly digging into the flesh of his lower back. He smiled down at you, eyes voicing a silent question if you were alright to which you quickly nodded back, a smile upon your face as well.

He braced himself on his arm, face close to yours as he slid a hand down between you, helping to guide himself inside before sliding his fingers up to slowly circle your clit. A moan left you at the feeling, leaving you clenching around his tip, the feeling causing him to bite back a grunt as he slowly began pushing in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned out, brows screwing together as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of your welcoming cunt, pausing in his movements to give you a chance to grow used to the feeling. “Doin’ so good, baby, so good.”

You’d heard horror stories from your friends, tales of how their first time had been painful and rushed, but this felt the complete opposite. While it took you a moment to grow used to the feeling of him inside of you, it was an incredibly welcome feeling. You could feel yourself clenching down around him, his fingers circling your clit only adding to the feeling building in your stomach.

“Dal- Dal, move.” You whispered out, voice hoarse as you grasped at his shoulders, desperate for him to move. He snickered at your pleading tone, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in, slowly and deeply fucking you as he whispered words of praise into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses against your damp skin whenever he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

You could hear your wetness coating his cock with each thrust of his hips, his fingers slick against your clit. The room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, broken-off moans, and whispered words. Your thighs tightened against him as he adjusted himself, lifting himself a bit, unknowingly brushing against a spot within you that you’d never known existed - one that pulled a drawn-out moan from your chest.

“Yeah?” He asked through a smirk, hand moving down to cup your hip as he pushed back into you, hitting that very same spot. You could hardly think, let alone breathe as he fucked himself into you, fingers working at your clit as he angled himself to hit that spot over, and over. “Taking me so good, doll.” He grunted out, grip tightening on your hip as he picked up his pace.

Your hand shot down to his wrist as he continued toying with your clit, eyes fluttering shut as you felt your orgasm building to its peak in your lower stomach, the feeling causing you to rock your hips in tandem with his thrusts. The look on your face was enough to make him groan, his hand moving from your hip to your jaw as he tilted your face to look at him.

“Look at me when you cum on my cock, baby.” He murmured, voice soft yet authoritative as he slammed into you. As soon as you opened your eyes he moved his hand, pressing it against your lower stomach as he continued fucking himself into you. It felt as though he were pushing you down onto him, that spot that nearly blinded you with pleasure constantly being rutted against by his cock.

All you could muster was a weak, “F-fuck,” as you came undone, back arching off the bed as you whined out his name. He didn’t stop, stifling a groan at the way you writhed beneath him as he felt his orgasm building. Once you started swatting at his fingers that still circled your clit he moved his hand, choosing to grab the other side of your hip, effectively propping you up against him as he fucked you.

The pace was near brutal, moans forced from your body as your breasts bounced with each thrust. You couldn’t focus, still reeling from your last orgasm as he continued fucking you into oversensitivity-fueled bliss. You could feel his thumbs pressing into your hipbones, short curses slipping past his lips.

“Gonna cum, baby.” He grunted, pulling out of you a second later, spilling his cum across your lower stomach. His chest heaved, cheeks flushed red as he pumped himself through his orgasm. You could only watch in a haze of your own, still catching your breath as he looked up at you, that familiar crooked smile taking over his features as he moved on top of you once more.

“Did so good, doll. Real good.” He murmured against your cheek, pressing a kiss to your skin between each sentence. “You feel alright? Need me to get you something?” He asked after a moment, a hint of concern evident in his tone that made you smile as you shook your head.

“It felt perfect, Dal. I’m alright.” You whispered back, turning over onto your side to face him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, leaning up after to press a kiss to his waiting lips. “Perfect.”

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it this far, or even if you just skimmed it over - either way I appreciate the interactions! As always you can find my work over on my ao3 under the user “Unscriptural.” Thank you anon for the request! (Sorry for the late posting, or early? Wherever you are? I finished editing it and didn’t want to queue it, so here is your daily scheduled reading material.)

#dallas winston x y/n #dallas winston writing #dallas winston x reader smut #dallas winston drabble #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston smut #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston #dally winston x reader #dally winston #my work #the outsiders writing #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fanfic #the outsiders #request #anon ask #the outsiders dally #the outsiders dallas

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darby-rowe · 10 days

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i think billy would talk you through it…like that…

yeah… yeahyeahyeah because like….. like

18+ | nsfw | mdni

billy being so thoughtful and considerate of you during your first time, showering you with praises and affection, making sure you get that skin-to-skin contact as he holds you close to whisper in your ear.

him going inside you for the first time is an uncomfortable experience, but billy makes sure to stop along the way until he’s fully inside you. he wants to make sure you feel so full of his cock and he’ll do anything to make sure stretching out your tight, virgin pussy is nothing less than euphoric.

and so, he has his full shaft inside you, and you’re breathing and whimpering and wiggling your hips to accustom yourself to his size. and fuck, his voice in your ear is making you shiver, making you even more wet than you were previously.

“atta girl… taking my cock so well… y’feel so good honey, fuck… so fuckin’ good,”

god… and he would also whisper desperate “i love you”s in your ear as he chases down his orgasm, telling you how fucking good you feel around his cock, calling you his pretty girl.

“oh, m’pretty girl, gonna cum. want me to cum inside honey? wanna cum inside ya s’bad,”

to add on:

“ohhh, that’s it. thaaat’s it honey — cum all over my cock. fuck, that’s good,”

#☽｡⋆ dally’s asks;#dally’s anons!#hehehe.. yup!#im very wet!#billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction

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sweet-child · 2 months

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dallas x artist!reader ?? like she has her own studio and always has paint on her clothes, real artist shit LMAOO

Messy

untidy or dirty

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In which Dallas Winston walks into his partner's art studio, finding a mess.

Pairing - Dallas Winston x GN!Reader

Word Count - 438

A/n: this is my first one-shot in a long while, and its currently 1 minute past midnight. this is great.

“We’re looking for someone to paint a mural here. D’ya know anyone?”

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It was a ‘long’ day for Dallas Winston. (Not really, he was just bored). He was being himself, smoking cancer sticks and terrorizing the neighborhood kids. Normally he’d be doing it with Johnny and Pony Boy, but it was a school day and Darry would’ve had a fit if he found out that Dally checked out his kid brother. Leaning against a brick wall, he took one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it onto the ground and stomping it out, exhaling the smoke. It was around 3 in the afternoon, so he figured he would make a surprise visit to his partner’s house.

Upon entering Y/n’s home, the normally playing music wasn’t heard. He searched around the house, until he heard a crash in the backyard. Quickly, he strutted outside to find a small, white shed. Through the window, he saw his partner wiping their hands off with a stained rag. He opened the door, and walked in, wrapping his arms around his partner's waist. Y/n jumped, and let out a startled yelp. Turning around, they quickly smiled. “Hi Dally.”

“Hey Baby,” He gently kissed the other’s lips. “What’cha doin’ out here?” He asked, looking around on the floor, finding multiple canvases, pain spills, and paint-stained rags.

“I was going to finish a painting, but I guess I got too into it..” They let out a nervous laugh, raising up their forearms to show their boyfriend the multiple paint streaks they've accidentally made on themselves.

Dallas just shook his head, and looked down at his significant others’ white shirt, finding different colored streaks, droplets, spills, and stains; most likely all from paint. “Jesus, dollface, ya always get this messy?” His New York accent slipped out

“Well, Dal, yes I do.” They crossed their arms in a sassily, yet joking, manner. “I believe if you’re making a mess, it's proof you’re having fun.” Then, they got an idea. They noticed a paint bottle open, and very slyly dipped their finger in it. However, Dallas caught on quick.

“Oh no..don’t do it..” He took a step back, not wanting to get paint on his clothes or in his hair. Suddenly, he turned and sprinted, wanting to get a headstart. Y/n was quick on his tail, and magically tackled him to the ground, smearing a classic, fancy french mustache onto his face. They slowly started giggling, which quickly turned into full on laughter. Dallas slowly started chuckling as well, causing his partner to slip from ontop of him and onto the green grass below them. “I guess I'm messy, too.”

“Yes, Dally. you’re messy, too.”

#anon request #dally winston #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dally x reader #gn reader #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader

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boysborntodie · 11 days

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What kind of partner do you see each of the gang having? (Obviously apart from Dally and Johnny because they're in love)

I’ve been pondering this ask all day because this is such a good question. Unfortunately this became much more headcanon based than canon, and a weird amalgamation of their ideal type, who I can see them ending up with and what kind of person they need, but here’s my thoughts!!

Darry: Realistically, I could see Darry ending up with some nice, sensible girl as expected of him during the time period. Societal standards were strict, especially for girls where you had to be perfect in order to be considered worth anything, otherwise you were looked down upon (think how the greasers talk about girls in the book, while being more excusing of boys like Dally). Even if he doesn’t fall head-over-heels for her, it’s someone he respects and likes.

Now if we’re talking ideally (or what kind of partner I think would be good for him), I think it should be someone who is sensible yet of a lighter disposition than him. Personally I see Darry as gay, but either way it’d be someone who can keep a level-head when required and has common sense. Not super argumentative or quick-tempered (since then they’ll just dissolve into fights all the time) but also is firm and clear as much as understanding with Darry, especially if he crosses a line. They also need to not get intimidated or scared easily. I think he’d like someone who could tease him a little bit (not being scared of him again).

Sodapop: We already know that Sandy is his dream girl. Someone nice and easygoing and can have fun, though a bit more down-to-earth than him. Because Soda has a tendency to bury his emotions and problems in favour of others’ (as shown in the case of Darry and Pony and how he pleads Sandy that he wouldn’t care about the baby not being his), they’d need to be more emotionally attuned to him and understand that Soda isn’t as happy-go-lucky as he seems. They’d also need to encourage him to talk and confide in them, since nobody’s a mind reader and it’s not healthy to bottle in that stuff. He wants to canonically get married and start a family, and unlike Darry, it’s a genuine want than just societal expectation, so I can’t see him being happy in a casual relationship.

Ponyboy: I actually haven’t thought much of Ponyboy in a relationship. I think he’d want someone he could talk to about anything, from his problems and emotions to any big issues he’s struggling with to general topics to the smallest, seemingly insignificant things. Someone who can listen but also has something substantial to say in return. Somebody who challenges him and expands his worldview and really gets him thinking. He couldn’t be with someone narrow-minded or simple.

Steve: I mean…. Idk what type of person Steve would like. He has a girlfriend who cries when he gets locked up and that’s all we know about her. I think he’d want to be with someone who cares for him genuinely and truly. Someone straightforward rather than giving mixed signals and changing behaviours frequently. Probably could under him while also keep him in line since tends him them lines and often acts temperamental and recklessly.

Two-Bit: Two-Bit, like Darry, I can see probably getting married because it’s expected of him. In the book it’s mentioned that he fights for conformity, not someone who really challenges the greaser role (or societal roles in general). I can see him marrying one of his blondes, someone pretty, can take care of him and can take a joke. It’s not a case of true love or anything but he’s content. If we’re talking about what he needs in a person and who I’d like to him end up with, then probably someone who makes him better, meaning no longer fucking around and acting irresponsible. Not because they demand it of him or are super strict (I can’t see that working with Two), but instilling a desire to want to be better for them. This doesn’t mean Two has to become a whole new person, of course. Again, they have to have a good sense of humour and be quick-witted. Probably someone a little whimsical and silly like him (Marcia)

Dally: I can see things going many different ways for Dally, if he lived. He gets back with Silvia or some other girl, on and off, or into many different relationships. If he marries one of them, I can’t see them being happy together, and if he doesn’t then he’ll just continue as he is (nothing wrong really with not being in a serious relationship or in one at all, but Dally’s not doing this healthily and we know it).

If we’re talking about what Dally needs in a partner it’s someone who he can become vulnerable and break down his walls for. Someone he doesn’t feel the need to exert control or power over. That person would have to be someone Dally not only loves a lot but also trusts, which is even harder for him, because he’s grown up thinking that he needs to hide all weakness and vulnerability. It’s obviously easier said than done, and since it’s Dally, any relationship he’s be inis bound to be messy af.

Johnny: Johnny is the one character who is explicitly stated to never have shown interest in anyone (and does not throughout the book). He’s mildly excited about being with Marcia and Cherry, but it’s only because they can brag to the others and throughout the scene, he keeps to himself. So Johnny’s a complete mystery to me. But because Johnny goes through his entire life powerless and downtrodden, I think in a relationship, he’d need to have some power and control. Deferring to someone is just like everyone and everything else in his life. Someone who he feels comfortable to stand his ground against and knows that they’ll respect him.

Despite saying all this, there’s not really any hard and fast rules, especially since people change with time. Sometimes you have a type and then it turns out that someone who is not your type are all is actually super good for you and you’re able to love or tolerate the sides of them you never thought you could.

Sorry for the long, messy post (and also how late I answered this). And thank you for the ask<333 I always love answering them, especially like these that get the gears in my brain running. And if anyone has any thoughts (agreements, disagreements, headcanons, speculation, etc), I’d love to hear them!!! I’m unsure about my own answers so it’d be nice to see what others think.

#the outsiders #johnny cade #se hinton #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #dally winston #sodapop curtis #darrel curtis #steve randle #darry curtis #anon i wanted to gush about jally so fucking much but i decided to not in this post; instead being more objective than biased #two bit mathews #the greasers

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endlessgoldensky · 9 months

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Can u write some johnnyboy or jally hc's please?

*Paper Rings by Taylor Swift playing*

Jally

Dally will do that thing where you compare hand sizes to Johnny

He always acts surprised even though he has memorized the height and hand difference between them

Johnny always blushes at it though what a sucker

Dally is not immune to Johnny’s puppy eyes

Johnny sometimes steals Dally’s clothes even though they’re always too big on him

They have a secret code

like if Johnny gets uncomfortable in a social setting he’ll eye Dally and mouth something like “Watermelon” and Dal will just do anything to get Johnny somewhere else

Dally loves when Johnny sits on his lap though they only show affection in private

Sometimes though when it’s just Pony with them they’ll hold hands

Johnny is the only person who knows Dallas’s middle name

Until he told Ponyboy one night on accident

*It’s Nice To Have A Friend by Taylor Swift playing*

Johnnyboy

Johnny always wants Pony to read to him

Pony will always grumble and roll his eyes but he loves it and Johnny knows it

Pony is always offering to sleep in the lot with Johnny

Johnny tries not to say yes every time

Pony has a million drawings of Johnny stuffed in a box in his closet

Johnny found it one day and stole a few

They’re both super competitive so they have to be on opposite teams when they play sports or games

Johnny goes to every one of Pony’s meets and always gives him

Pony loves to hug Johnny from behind & Johnny loves it

Johnny will always try to write love letters to Pony but he always forgets to give them to him so he just has a bunch in his desk

They share cigarettes all the time

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #dally winston #johnnyboy #jally #headcanon #anon ask

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magma-frog0 · 1 year

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Hii I was wondering if I could get a request for johnny from the outsiders where the Reader is bigger not a whole lot more curvy with smaller breasts (if your okay with personalization if not that's perfectly fine) and shes/they're insecure because she/they feels so much bigger than johnny and the rest of the gang (possibly NSFW if your okay with that) if your uncomfortable writing this for johnny maybe dallas instead thank you so much have a great day (feel free to delete or modify this!!)

I love this idea! I feel like Dally would be a good fit for this. I feel like she'll have an apple figure with big thighs and butt, and she'll have a bigger tummy. Still with smaller breasts and not supper curvy, but I see her with more of an apple shaped body.

Thank you for this suggestion, I love this! Feel free to ask for more.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, body insecurities, smut, fluff, not proofread, TW EATING ISSUES IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE WITH THIS PLEASE DO NOT READ! ANGST

You've always hated your body. You had big thighs and a big stomach; it didn't help that your breasts were on the smaller side. You had stretch marks, you thought they were gross. You hated how you looked, and you thought the only way to be pretty was to be super skinny and to have an hourglass figure.

You have a boyfriend, Dallas Winston. You loved him, and you knew he loved you. You did know what he saw in you, he's beautiful. He fell in love with you when he first saw you, he loved your body. He loved your thighs, your stomach, and your breasts. He told you every day about how much he loved you and your body.

You were at Buck's with the gang, everyone was drinking and eating. You had a full plate of food in front of you, you couldn't eat it though. You felt insecure in front of the gang, especially when it came to eating. Dally saw you zoned out and not eating.

He grabbed your thigh, and you snapped out of your thoughts. He leaned close to your ear. "You okay baby?" He whispered, softly kneading your thigh in his hand.

"I'm okay, I just don't want to eat right now," you said quietly holding his hand on your thigh.

He looked at you worried, "but you haven't eaten anything at all today," he said.

You didn't say anything. You just looked down at your plate, it made you sick, just the thought of eating made you want to vomit. "I can't do it, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, you have no reason to apologize. But you need to eat something baby," he said licking his lips. "Come with me," he said, taking the food upstairs to his room. He puts it on top of his dresser. "Can you tell me why you won't eat?"

"I don't know Dal; I just can't do it. I love the gang, but I can't eat in front of them," you say sitting on the bed. "I don't understand how you love me Dal, I'm hideous. My body is disgusting, I'm disgusting..."

It hurt him to hear you say that. He couldn't stand seeing you like this. He couldn't watch you deny his love.

He cupped your cheeks in his hands. "You can't say that baby, I love you, so, so much. You can't deny me like that. I'll show you how much I love you, I'll do anything. Just don't deny me like that."

"Please...Show me," you said looking him in his eyes.

He looked back at you, his eyes full of passion and love. He gave you a kiss on the lips, not to hard, but not soft either. "I'll show you, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"

You smiled and nodded. "I trust you Dal, I'll always trust you."

"Lay back for me," he said. You listened and laid down on his bed. He hovered over you. Kissing your face and your neck.

He kisses your neck; he takes off your shirt and kisses your stomach. You get butterflies as he makes little groans into your skin. "You're so beautiful, every inch of you... is so fucking beautiful," he murmured as he kept lightly kissing your skin. You let little whimpers and moans as he kisses you.

He takes off your pants and your panties, kissing your thighs and your soaking heat. He takes off his clothes and goes to his drawer to get a condom. He slips it on and goes back over to you, your legs wrapping around his waist. One of his hands is holding yours over your head, and his other hand is lightly holding your hip.

He slowly pushes himself into you, you let out a soft moan that made him throw his head back. he started fucking you slowly. His eyes on yours the entire time, watching your face and listening to your moans. "I've got you baby, don't hold back, I want all of you."

You just let out a soft whimper as he kept his pace. He was going slow, but he was still balls deep into your cunt. He was so gentle with you; he would never want to hurt you. He wants you to feel safe with him.

You felt a knot in your stomach you knew you were getting close. "Dallas- I- can't. I'm so close," you moaned as you tightened around him.

"Let go baby, I got you," he groaned. Your orgasm flooded over you; you moaned his name as you came.

After you came, he pulled out and threw away the condom. "Do you believe me now?" He chuckled and kissed your cheek.

"Yeah, I believe you," you said, cuddling with him under the covers. Completely forgetting about the gang.

#greasers #anon #angst #fluff #smut #Dallas winston #dally greaser #dallas winston #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #dally smut #dally x fem reader #thicc reader #fem reader

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emasstars · 5 months

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to continue ur earlier post abt two-bit, i feel like dally gives endless hay fever energy ~ 🌻

around halloween, he still goes on the tractor because who the fuck is gonna tell him not to! he’s not gonna listen!!! who do they think they are!!!!! and the whole time he’s on the hay ride his eyes are watering and his nose is runny and he can’t breathe and is sniffling and ponyboy asks him if he’s okay and he just has to suck it up and pretend he doesn’t feel like he’s dying.

#ᖇᗩᗪIO SIGᑎᗩᒪS #🌻 anon #hoping that’s what you signing with the sunflower means #dally imagine #dally winston x reader #dally x reader #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader

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the-oblivious-writer · 4 months

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Also, wait, wait, here me out.... ✨️Black Cat✨️

Jealous Tara would be so- 😍

Ok, sorry for the spam. Your fics (especially this one) just awaken my adhd in the BEST way! 😂

-🕷

I'm soooo not opposed to that idea. I already have a character in mind who I think would be a great black cat. You guys were actually super close to getting a black cat scene in chapter two...

Your asks are more than welcomed, I love hearing all your thoughts and feedback!

#dally chats #anon message #🕷️#after the storm asks

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 8 months

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man… these spot the difference games are getting harder and harder…

SAY IT AGAIN FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

#dillo’s replies #dally anon

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quizzicalwriter · 6 months

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i literally understand if u don’t do this request but dally coming home in a rly bad mood to femreader n being rough like spanking choking 🤧

Mercy

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Believe it or not Dallas had his fair share of patience, but you’d managed to wear it thin - imagine that.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Choking, hair-pulling, fingering, blowjobs, overall rough sexual themes.

A/N: Thank you for the request and the kind words! And I absolutely write things like this, so don’t worry!

Word Count: 3.4k

You weren’t normally possessive over Dallas. Alright, that was a lie. Usually, you weren’t overly possessive, but some women made it difficult. You could be at a house party, out with the guys, it wouldn’t matter if his arm was around your waist - some woman would inevitably ogle at him and you’d have to drape yourself over him like some makeshift blanket to get them to look away.

Dallas always shot them down, something that made you feel secure whenever you saw it. Most of the time he was too busy with whatever had caught his attention to give anyone the time of day, unless it happened to be you or the guys. He never faulted you for your possessive nature, he was the same damn way - only the last time a guy had flirted with you in front of him it’d nearly resulted in a fistfight.

You’d been hoping that tonight would be normal, a fun night with the guys in Buck’s shooting the shit and getting tipsy on whatever was available. For the most part, it was, you’d had enough to drink to feel slightly tipsy, and you’d somehow beaten Two-Bit in a round of pool. But as always, people flooded through the front door. With the crowd came a few women, most of whom had come with a man and stuck clear to their side throughout the night.

One, however, did not. She was pretty, pretty enough for two of the guys to notice her and give her a cunning smile, whistling obscenities that would’ve made anyone unused to their behavior blanch in embarrassment. She simply waved them off, eyes flickering over to Dallas for a moment as she bit at her bottom lip. In his defense, Dallas had been completely focused on keeping score for the current game, seeing as how he had nearly twenty dollars bet on Johnny to win.

You’d seen it, and that was enough in your mind. As soon as her eyes flitted over to you, you gave her a feigned smile, hand immediately moving over the front of Dallas’s jeans where you grabbed him through the denim. His legs jerked closed, eyebrows furrowing in both frustration and irritation as he looked over to you for having scared the shit out of him. The woman looked away, a faint blush painting itself over her features, so you considered yourself victorious.

“The hell you grabbin’ my dick for?” He asked, tone full of disbelief, but soon slipping into soft laughter as he followed your gaze to the woman who now faced the bar. “Jealous? Really?”

You had no defense of your actions, but seeing as how you hadn’t pissed him off you gave him a shrug in response. Your nonchalance on the subject made him roll his eyes, soon returning his attention to the game, although he kept his hand fixed on your upper thigh as he kept score. You’d scooted closer to him on the couch, draping one of your legs over his as you switched your attention between the crowd and the game, soon forgetting all about the woman as the rambunctious nature of the guys picked up once more.

Somehow Dallas’d won nearly thirty bucks off of Johnny, finding himself seriously proud of the kid as he continuously beat everyone around him at pool - even you found yourself amazed, although you found yourself more preoccupied with your current sitting position on Dallas's lap and how his hands held you steady.

After Dallas had collected his winnings he returned his attention to you, circling his arm around your middle as the guys dispersed into the crowd or over to the bar. During the games Dallas’d jerked on the couch, or slipped his hand higher along your thigh whenever it grew tense - so it was safe to say you were painfully horny.

“Can’t believe he won so many times.” He laughed out, snapping you out of your daze. You huffed out a laugh, nodding at his words even though you hadn’t a clue what the man was on about, something he caught onto quickly. “Tunin’ me out?”

“No.” You responded, tone a bit more snippy than you’d meant for. He furrowed his brow, leaning back against the couch with a cocky grin as he patted at your thigh, pulling your attention back to him with a hushed, “You have an attitude.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have an attitude if you’d do something about it.” You’d huffed out, eyes rolling with your words as you shifted on his lap. Not the smartest thing you’d ever said, but you blamed it on the two drinks you’d had earlier in the night even though they no longer had any bearing on your judgment, but you had to have an excuse, right?

“Excuse me?” Dallas asked through a laugh, hand moving up to cup your chin as he tilted your head back to meet his gaze. “Want to say that again?”

You shook your head, swallowing thickly as your thighs clenched together, all too aroused at the sudden rough nature of Dallas’s actions. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, eyes flitting to where the guys stood against the bar. Within a second he had you up on your feet, hand grasping your waist tightly as he led you to the stairs.

You’d opened your mouth to defend your actions, worried you’d pissed him off, but before you could utter a single word Dallas’d pulled you into his bedroom.

“No.” He grumbled, narrowing his eyes in frustration as he motioned to the floor. “Get on your knees, doll.”

The cold wooden boards bit at your knees through the frayed denim, making you wince inwardly as you settled yourself onto your knees. Despite the pain, you couldn’t help the sheer arousal coursing through your body at the way Dallas was treating you, causing your thighs to clench together as you fumbled with your hands in your lap.

“Expect me to do all the work?” He laughed out, shaking his head as he began unfastening his belt. You quickly moved, pushing his hands away as you undid his belt, tossing the leather to the floor before unbuttoning his jeans. You could feel him straining against the denim, cock twitching with each brush of your hand against the front of his pants.

As you freed his cock from the confines of his boxers he cupped your jaw, eyes softer than they had been previously as his thumb brushed against your lower lip with a whispered, “You want this?”

You nodded, a soft smile upon your lips as you rested your cheek against his touch. He returned your smile, giving your cheek a quick pat before threading his fingers through your hair, giving the strands a gentle tug as his other hand grasped his cock, pressing the tip to your lips. Your eyes fixed on his as you pressed a kiss to his tip, shifting your legs ever so slightly as you took him into your mouth.

The taste of his pre-cum coated your tongue, causing your cunt to ache as you leaned forward on your knees, taking him farther into your mouth as your eyes stayed trained on him. His grip on your hair never faltered, even as his eyelids fluttered at the feeling of your tongue circling his tip. He wanted to see his cock buried in your throat, to see you choke on him.

“Crazy how all that attitude goes away when you’ve got my cock down your throat.” He remarked, tutting afterward as he slowly inched his hips forward, a soft groan emanating from his chest as you struggled to take him deeper. “This what you needed, doll?”

All you could do was blink, eyes watering as your gag reflex instinctively kicked in. He didn’t waver, instead tightening his hold on your hair until your hand tapped against his thigh. As soon as he felt your tap against his thigh he pulled away, a string of your saliva connecting you to his cock as you caught your breath. Ragged breaths filled your lungs as you nodded, letting out a quiet, “Yes.”

He smiled down at you, a proud look on his face as you opened your mouth. He guided himself back to your mouth, slapping his tip against your tongue before pushing forward. You hummed around him, hands held behind yourself as spit dribbled onto your chest. He gave you time to adjust, free hand raising to cup your jaw as he pushed his hips forward.

You choked back your cough as you took him down your throat, tongue laving the underside of his cock before moving to bob your head. He met your movements with eager thrusts of his hips, groans falling past his lips as his pace picked up, all sense of kindness falling away at the feeling of you choking around his cock.

His hold on your hair tightened, using it to control your movements as he continued fucking your mouth, watching in lust-stricken awe as your eyes watered, yet remained focused on him. He could feel his orgasm building, cock twitching against the soft warmth of your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks around him.

“Fuck, fuck-“ He hissed, abruptly pulling out as he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to cum as he listened to the sounds of you desperately catching your breath. With a deep intake of air, he nodded toward the bed, voice rough as he spoke. “C’mon, get on the bed.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, scurrying to your feet as your hand absentmindedly wiped at your mouth and chest. As you moved onto the bed you stripped yourself of your shirt, wiping your throat free of spit and pre-cum before tossing it to the floor. You watched with bated breath as Dallas approached you, cock twitching against his stomach as he turned you over onto your stomach, a groan sounding from within his chest as you immediately arched your back.

He grabbed a pillow from behind you, placing it underneath your hips before moving to remove your jeans and underwear, trailing his fingers along the folds of your cunt once he’d removed both articles of clothing. You pushed back into his touch, cheek pressed to the chilled mattress, craving his warmth. He pushed two of his fingers into you, watching with a smile as you rocked back on his fingers, whining his name into the duvet.

“Look so pretty taking my fingers.” He murmured, tone akin to a condescending coo as he pulled his fingers free, leaving you clenching around nothing. You felt his hands against your hips, pulling you back against him. He swiped his tip along your folds, warm laughter resonating from within his chest at the sheer amount of wetness that covered your cunt, giving you no less than a second to prepare yourself before he bottomed out within you.

The pace was brutal from the start, each thrust pulling a desperate moan from your lungs as you felt your cunt desperately trying to accommodate his size. His hands smoothed up to your waist, fingers still wet with your cum as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. He was big, big enough that you were sure you could feel him in your stomach. With a whimper you reached underneath yourself, pressing your hand against your lower stomach, where sure enough you felt him - each roll of his hips pushing his cock deeper into your waiting cunt.

The added pressure pulled a grunt from him, his head falling back as he took in a shaken breath. He’d thought you were touching yourself for a moment until he noticed how still your hand was. Curiosity got the better of him, causing him to place his hand over yours, feeling himself against his fingers. The feeling almost made him cum right then and there, making him still his hips as he took in another ragged breath.

“You like feeling my cock buried inside of you?” He asked, tone taunting as he jerked his hips forward again, the movement pulling a whimper from you as you nodded. “Made for it, huh? Made to take my cock.”

You could only whine as you nodded, eyes filling with tears at the feeling of his cock brushing against that spot within you that made your thighs shake beneath you. You were utterly fucked out, something that Dallas found hotter than he ever thought possible. As if sensing how mindless you’d become from the feeling of him fucking you, he grabbed at your hips, picking up his pace in a manner that left you breathless.

You were left sobbing into the bedsheets, hands clutching for some reprieve you’d never find as he bullied his cock into you from behind. The pace was brutal, the feeling of his hands on your hips even more so, and yet you could feel your cunt squeezing around him, pulling him deeper within you with each thrust of his hips.

“Cryin’?” He asked, already having known the answer from your sniffled back whines and the way you wiped at your face with the motor skills of an inebriated person. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, bringing his hand down in a harsh slap against the plush skin of your ass as he continued. “Yet you’re squeezin’ me like you’d die without my cock in you.”

The degradation only made you whine more, eyebrows furrowing together as you pushed your hips back against him, meeting his harsh thrusts with sheer desperation you hadn’t known existed until then. He laughed in response, a deep and toying laugh you’d only heard him make a few times throughout your relationship. His hand smoothed up your back, abruptly pushing down against the middle, forcing your chest to be level with the mattress as he kept your hips up to meet his thrusts.

The angle forced the air from your lungs, tightening your cunt around his cock. You could hear him biting back groans, his hands grasping at the soft skin of your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. You could feel your cum dripping down your inner thighs, each push inward of his cock only forcing more out. All you needed was a bit of friction against your clit and you’d cum, so you snuck your hand between your thighs.

Dallas had picked up on the subtle movement, hand immediately snatching yours by the wrist to pin it against your lower back. You cried out in frustration, but you weren’t frustrated enough to move away from his cock. He let out a condescending “awe,” jerking his hips forward in a manner that all but bruised your cervix.

“Think you can cum after bein’ a brat?” He grunted out, laughter fueled by disbelief falling from his lips as he continued fucking you. You nodded, pleasure-fueled tears falling past your eyes as you struggled against his hold, needing to touch yourself so badly that it hurt. “Gotta earn it, doll.”

You didn’t argue, knowing any form of rebuttal would only garner further frustration on your part. You pushed your hips back, pressing your face against your forearm as you whined against your damp flesh, the slick sound of you fucking yourself back into his cock echoing throughout the room, paired with his self-satisfied laughter as he grabbed onto your hip with his free hand.

The pleasure was nearly blinding, just enough to have you careening on the edge as his tip brushed against your g-spot with each perfect roll of his hips. He wasn’t mean enough to make you do all of the work, but he was mean enough to watch you whimper into your arm with a smile on his face as you struggled to keep up with his pace.

You reached down between your legs, fingers splaying against the underside of his cock each time he’d pull out, earning you a cut-off groan as his hand released your wrist in favor of holding onto the curvature of your waist. You could feel each vein beneath the pads of your fingers, slick with your fluids.

“C’mon, doll.” He grunted out, voice hoarse from self-restraint. “Touch yourself, cum with me.”

You nodded against the bedspread, tears partially blinding you as you moved your hand to your clit, swirling your fingers around the slick and hardened bud as he fucked himself into you. You didn’t need much friction to build your orgasm, having already teetered on the edge for the better part of twenty minutes. As soon as your fingers circled your clit you were left sobbing into the mattress, cunt spasming around his length as he thrusted into you, his hands tightened their hold as he grunted out words of praise that were lost on your pleasure-ridden mind.

You’d hardly had a moment to catch your breath before he bent over your slumped form, looping his forearm around your neck before leaning back up, all but impaling you on his cock as he resumed his brutal pace. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, babbled out whines falling from your lips as you held onto his forearm, letting him use you.

The closer he got to his orgasm the tighter his hold got, his lips pressed against your temple as he grunted out words, each praise and degradation going straight to your still oversensitive cunt. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, air becoming harder to take in as his hold around your throat tightened.

“So fucking tight, doll.” He grunted, a low groan of your name following as his hips jerked forward, warmth following the thrust as he painted your cunt white with his cum. You whimpered at the feeling, noise in tandem with another moan on his part as he wrapped an arm around your middle, letting the one around your throat fall to his side. You sagged against him, taking in a ragged breath as his cock twitched within you.

“Hey-“ He started, lifting his hand to tilt your jaw back, meeting your bleary gaze with nothing but care in his. “You alright?”

You nodded, wetting your lips as you continued to slow your breathing, heart still pumping wildly within your chest. He gave you a short nod, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand smoothed over your stomach, still buried to the hilt inside of your cunt.

He shifted behind you then, a quiet curse falling from his lips as he pulled out of you. You let yourself slump forward against the mattress, bottom half a complete mess of cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care with the sheer amount of post-coital ecstasy flowing through your veins. You hadn’t even noticed that he’d gotten off his bed until he returned with a towel, delicately wiping between your thighs before wiping himself off, tossing the dirtied fabric to a far corner of the room before moving back onto the bed beside you.

“C’mon, doll.” He whispered, the tone so gentle your muddled mind could hardly perceive it until his arms wrapped around your middle, pulling your back flush to his chest as he helped you to get comfortable. “Did so good, real proud of you.”

You could only hum in response, shifting your hips as he pulled the covers over the both of you. Thankfully you’d somehow pushed the plush duvet off the mattress during the whole ordeal, leaving you both with a thin white sheet that felt more cool than anything, a genuine blessing against your still-hot skin.

“Did I fuck you quiet?” Dallas asked through a laugh, words immediately snapping you awake as you turned halfway to give him a half-hearted frown. He returned the look, clearly mocking you before leaning up to press a kiss to your forehead. “Messin’ with you, doll. I don’t think anything could make you shut up.”

“Dallas!” You laughed out in disbelief, swatting at his forearm as he chuckled behind you, absolutely pleased with himself for his joke. “Not funny!”

He relented, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as you settled back down in his arms. You’d let your eyes flutter shut, content with the feeling of him holding you so securely to his chest, his soft breaths lulling you to sleep, only to feel him stifle a laugh.

“It is funny.”

A/N: This one is LONG. But I hope you guys like it! I honestly don’t mind writing rough stuff, I’ve read and written enough of it in the past that I might as well write it for Dallas hehehe. As always, thank you for the love you guys have shown my work! Any requests feel free to ask them and I promise I will get to them! You can find all my works over on my AO3 account, “Unscriptural.”

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