#outsiders smut

[szniiaa]

johnny cade sfw n nsfw headcanons

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characters: johnny cade show/movie: the outsiders warnings: smut not proofread summary: johnny cade sfw n nsfw headcanons

sfw headcanons:

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-would luv you to death, he luvs everything about you. every curve, bump, dip, lump everything. he doesn't love you for just your looks but for you being you.

-luvs playing with your hair rather if you have silk straight hair or tight coily curls. when your cooking he comes behind you and hugs you by the waist and plays with your hair.

-a huge cuddler he feels secure n comfy whenever he's cuddling with you. he luvs to place kisses on your forehead or nose kisses (sometimes neck kisses too) he luvs when you kiss him too. he says the cutest things in your ear. "I love you so much" "you smell good" "you're the best gf ever."

-he tells you everything. he tells you when he's nervous, scared, happy, sad everything. you can tell him everything too. he knows you actually listens n he actually listens to you.

-comforts you like no one else. if he sees your crying or sad he'll sit or stand next to you and rub your back or rub his thumb on your cheek or give you a big warm hug. "baby its okay. you'll be okay" "don't be sad, life is to short to be sad" "your gonna make me cry if you keep cryin' like that."

-he's always protecting you (maybe a little over protective) he always asks you were your going or to walk you home. he will always stick up for you (even if he's literally shaking) even if your a socs he'll stick up for you if other socs are being disrespectful to you are harming you or even greasers.

-he always makes future plans with you. he tells you how bad he wants to go somewhere free where it doesn't matter if your a greaser or not.

-whenever things get bad at home he comes to stay at your house for a while.

nsfw headcanons:

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-johnny luvs praise n luvs praising you. "you're doing so good" "one more baby, i know you can do it" "your so pretty"

-he's a switch. when he does play the dom role he's a really soft dom n when he's playing a sub role he's a sub.

-sometimes call you "mommy" even when your not having sex. he likes seeing your reaction + he just likes saying it.

-a huge thigh guy. he kisses them, covers them in hickeys. he can't get his hands off of them. he tries not to do it near dally or two-bit because they'll tease him to death. "you jus can't get ya hands off that girl." "she is a good lookin' broad I will say that." dally said smoking a cigarette.

-making out is his thing. he luvs it more than sex. its something about it. its slow, sensual, and romantic more romantic to sex in his opinion. he luvs the fact it starts off with a small kiss that lasts a bit to long and leads to you on his lap running your hands through his hair.

-seeing you in ripped demin shorts and a demin jacket is enough for him to grow a boner.

-johnny is a soft whimper n moaner.

-he luvs eating you out he luvs your little movements and reactions to whenever his tongue moves around your pussy. he luvs eating you out some much to the point he gets pussy-drunk.

-hes really touchy whenever he's horny he just starts getting really touchy and needy. it could be the slightest moves too, him resting his head on his shoulder, hugging you from behind to slowly moving his hand to your shoulder, to your neck, to your chest.

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[st4rboyhere]

Moonlight.

The outsiders Master-list.

Dally Winston x Male reader

@saaiimaakii @multiple-godgasm @tomdayasdaughter

Summary: Dally starts to realize he can’t live without you anymore.

Word count: 802

A/n: I’m so sorry but I had to break this into two pieces, I’ll try to finish the second one as fast as I can.

Also when I add images the text triples so ignore that if it does.

Warning: This is a MLM fic!! Those under sixteen, use she/her or she/they pronouns and Identify as a female please DNI. You will be blocked.

This one shot contains:

Slight angst, use of the f slur, slight homophobia, fluff.

(Please leave criticism and or requests!)

Dally was in love with you, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hide it.

He liked the feeling of when his hand accidentally slide into yours, and how without question or disgust, yours slide right in as if they were made for eachother as were both of you.

To keep this insane behavior to himself he distanced himself away from you. People weren’t exactly found of two men having intimate feelings with each-other, and he wasn’t sure if you agreed with that or not.

And now look where he was.

Alone, thinking of only you while he reminisced of your memories together.

He wanted to call you but you hadn’t talked in weeks and he didn’t want you to think he disregarded his feelings, that he only wanted to speak to you when he felt like it.

He threw his head back on the cement wall he slouched on, cursing himself for his stupidity.

His eyes drifted towards the occupied pay phone booth and he considered actually calling you. You were probably sleeping at this time as it was past midnight but he hoped you were awake.

He reached into his pocket for loose change, counting to make sure he had enough as he walked towards the booth, the sound of a young lady giggling becoming more clearer as he continued forward.

He reached forward to knock in the door, the giggling stopping abruptly. For a while it was silent until the door made a small scraping sound against the ground.

The girl inside, presumably a soc from how here hair was done and the light pink clean jacket she wore clutched her bag as soon as hers eyes met with Dally.

He withheld the urge to grab her and give her a good scare, fixated on hearing your voice.

The coins slid inside their slot and Dally nervously tapped it before taking in a small breathe and dialing your number.

He leaned against the glass and listen to the dial tone against his ear, his heart thumping in his chest.

A click came from the other side of the phone and he held his breath, waiting for you to say anything.

For the first few seconds it was complete silence and complete agony for Dally till a small, “Hello?” almost so quiet he would have missed it if it wasn’t for the lack of sound outside the booth.

He clutched the phone with both hands, swallowing before opening his mouth to talk.

Nothing came out.

Another “Hello?” came out and he tried his best to get something out but he couldn’t. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you but it was just so hard.

He started to have doubts that you really did reciprocate his feelings, letting a hand come off the phone as he listened for a while longer before sliding it away from his ear. He whispered shit to himself.

“Dally? This you?”

He froze for a second, thinking if he should just hang up or say something.

“Hey,” he said weakly, mentally cursing himself for the way he sounded.

“Hey Dal, everything alright?” You asked.

“Uh yes, yeah I’m fine- and you?”

“I’m doin’ well..”

He took a deep breath, dug his finger nails in his palm again, and tried to get the confidence to speak.

“Actually, no.”

“No?” You questioned.

“Everything’s not all right, gotta tell you something,” he whispered, you fell onto your mattress laying down as you adjusted the phone of your shoulder.

“And what’s that?”

He clung onto the phone again, considering making up a dumb joke or a reason he actually called you instead of being honest, but the words came out before he thought and he said them quite loud and proud,

“I love you.”

It was silent on your end, and he was sure he just ruined his whole friendship with you.

He prayed that if this were true that you would just ignore him for the rest of your life even though he couldn’t think of possibly living without you and not tell anyone what he said.

He didn’t want to be known as a fag because of something like this.

“Dally you still there?”

“I am,” he once again said weakly and he wished he wasn’t coming out on the other side to you like this.

“I love you too.”

His heart fluttered and his back fell against the booths wall.

He held the phone so tightly it almost snapped , until he stopped himself and stood up straight.

“Can I see you tomorrow night?” He asked, breathing heavily into the receiver with anticipation.

“Tomorrow? Are you insane? I need to see you now,” you whispered into the phone and Dally put his hand over his face, fighting the urge to scream.

But instead of wanting to scream from frustration of not being able to be with you it had changed.

He wanted to scream of joy.

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(part two)

[cherrycocaineee]

28. Sodapop Curtis - Let’s Not Fight

* Warning - Light Smut, 18+  *

- Sodapop Curtis isn’t the type of guy to get into fights with the people he loves. Especially you. You’re his pride and joy.

- So when the two of you do fight, it’s always terrible and Soda always ends up saying things he doesn’t mean. You know he doesn’t mean them but the hurt is still there and you always end up locked away in your bedroom while he begs you to let him in. You won’t, not wanting to see his face right now. Afraid that if you did see him, you’d immediately burst into heavier tears.

- What do y’all fight about? Sandy,  his ex-girlfriend.

- Sandy came back from Florida with her love child and immediately sought out Sodapop Curtis. And while Soda explained that he was in a loving, committed relationship with you, Sandy wouldn’t take no for an answer. She’d show up at his job, stand at the counter, twirling her hair, and giggling at a few of Soda’s lame jokes. He knew they were lame but it was his sense of humor. Which is why it pissed you off so much when he continued to tell her his lame jokes. Because that’s what you had fallen in love with first when you met him.

- When you met Soda, you’d been at the park crying. You didn’t have a terrible home life and you genuinely had great friends, so why would someone like you be crying? At least, that’s what he wondered as he approached you. Turns out, you’d been cheated on and so being the good person he was, he cheered you up. His jokes were corny, cheesy, and lame. But they made you laugh so hard that your sides hurt and a small squeak left your mouth with each gasp for air.

- So to see Sodapop giving his attention, his corny jokes to someone else made you feel just as cheated on.

- Fights with Soda typically lasted two days because by then, Soda couldn’t stay away from you anymore. Therefore, he’d sneak through your window while everyone in the house was asleep.

It’s been two days, two long days since Soda’s seen your face or heard your voice. Every time he closed his eyes, he only saw you. Days felt like years and since you weren’t sitting beside him while he worked, he’d become painfully aware of Sandy’s presence. He felt like kicking himself in the ass not listening to you, Sandy was spending way too much time trying to flirt with him. Before it had been different, while he told Sandy some stupid joke, he was watching you pretend not to care that his ex-girlfriend was standing just a few feet away from him. You played with your hair, which he knew you did when you were nervous. You tapped your foot against the hard ground, the thumping sound echoing throughout the DX station, you were even fighting the urge to tear a hole through your lip with your teeth but were failing. He knew all the signs, and yet he did nothing to stop it or make it better. Instead, he got mad at you and said something that he didn’t mean, even in the slightest.

   “Even Sandy and I didn’t argue this damn much when we were together!”

  As soon as he said those words, he saw the light disappear from your already tear-filled eyes. The two of you didn’t even fight that much but he was so tired of the same topic when y’all did. Before, he figured you could ignore it and that him loving you was simply enough to make you understand he didn’t want Sandy. However, now that he sat there listening to Sandy go on and on about God knows what, he realized that what you needed was for him to show not only you, but Sandy that it wasn’t going to happen. He’d failed.

  And now for two days, you refused to answer the door, his phone calls, or even him knocking on your bedroom window. He couldn’t really see you through the currents, at least not your face, but he did see you wrapped up in a blanket faced away from him. Your hair looked unkept and he could only imagine the knots that raked through each strand. He’d give anything to hold you, tell you that you were the only girl for him, that Sandy was nothing to him and hadn’t been since the day she left.

  “Soda?”

Sodapop blinked.

   Sandy and Steve were staring at him; he had zoned out completely thinking about what to do to make it up to the girl who probably cried herself to sleep both nights.

 “What?” He muttered, his voice cold and resistant.

 “I was asking you if you’d like to accompany me at the fair tomorrow,” Sandy informed, “you and your girlfriend aren’t talking, so I doubt she’ll be by your side. What do you say?”

 Sodapop watched as Sandy batted her eyelashes cutely, trying to persuade him into forgetting about you and joining her at the fair.

 “No.”

Steve stood in the background completely immersed in his friend’s conversation with Sandy. He’d been watching the whole thing play out for weeks before the sudden burst of anger and hurt. When Soda said those awful things to you, yeah he felt bad immediately, but he felt even worse when Steve punched him in the face and told him he didn’t deserve you. And for the first time, in a long time, Soda broke down crying.

  “What?” Sandy asked, bewildered, “why?”

 “Because we aren’t together anymore, Sandy,” Sodapop hissed, “you cheated on me, remember. Had a baby with someone else; and when I still offered to stay and take care of a child that wasn’t mine, you sent me a note tellin’ me to never contact you again. So I don’t want nothin’ to do with you anymore.”

  There were tears in Sandy’s eyes but they didn’t compare to the one’s Soda seen on you.

 “If that’s how you feel,” Sandy croaked, “then I won’t come back.”

 “Good.”

A soft gasp left her lips before she stormed out of the DX station, crying her head off. Steve cleared his throat.

  “Good for you,” he stated.

 “Piss off,” Soda muttered, “I’m just tryin’ to finish the day so I can go see her.”

   “She isn’t goin’ to let you in,” Steve said, crossing his arms.

 “I’ll sneak through the window.”

  Steve had to admit, he admired Sodapop’s courage to sneak through your window in the middle of the night with her dad home.

Hours passed and it was time for the gas station to close and instead of heading straight home like Soda normally did, he made a direct line to your place. The porch light was one but it typically always was. He didn’t even need to think to find your window, he’d snuck in so many times before, he practically knew your house like the back of his hand.

  Sodapop came to a stop in front of your window, the sheer curtains still closed. You were still on the bed with the blanket wrapped around you except this time, you were sitting up staring at the television in front of you. There wasn’t anything on, just the news. Soda reached up and tapped the window quietly. You looked over and saw him, part of you wanted to jump out of bed and run to the window. To swing it open and engulf him into a warm embrace, knowing that this fight and the time away from each other was just as rough on him as it was on you. But you felt like you needed to stand your ground, Soda needed to know that he hurt your feelings in more ways than one and that you weren’t going to let that slide. So you looked away from him, turning your attention to the tv and tried to block out the sound of his tapping.

   Eventually, however, Soda got tired of tapping on the window and opened it. You never locked it, despite him telling you how dangerous it was. You loved the fresh air in the middle of the night, especially when you had just woken up. Your eyes widen as Soda pulls himself through your window and lands with a quiet, yet solid, thud on your carpeted ground. The two of you froze, waiting for the rushed sounds of feet moving from your parent’s bedroom, the hallway, and then to your bedroom. When it didn’t come, a wave of relief washed over you. Sodapop pushed himself to his feet, you did the same.

  “What are you doing here?” You hissed.

  “I needed to see you,” Soda whispered, reaching his hand out to touch your face only for you to pull away.

  “Well I don’t want to see you, so go away.”

  The blanket you had been wearing slowly slipped off your body as you walked away from him, keeping your back turned while crossing your arms. Soda wasn’t leaving though, he needed you. So while you were turned around, he wrapped his arms around your body. His head was resting on your shoulder, he could feel your hair tickle his nose as it moved. You smelled amazing too, like fresh flowers and spring.

  “Please,” he whispered, “please forgive me.”

 “Why?” You muttered, “so you can run back to Sandy and do it all over again. I can only forgive you so many times, Soda.”

  Immediately, Sodapop turned you to face him and your eyes watched in pure shock as you saw your boyfriend in tears. But despite the tears, he was smiling.

  “I know I messed up, really. But if you forgive me, I’ll make sure that you know that no one, not even Sandy, can compare to you. You are the most amazing, most beautiful, kindest, gentle woman I’ve ever known. And I don’t deserve you.”

  You smiled, a stray tear rushing down your cheek before being intercepted by Soda’s calloused finger. He hated seeing you cry.

  “What about Sandy?” You quizzed, wanting to hear the answer he had stored.

 “I sent her away,” he said, “told her I didn’t want anythin’ to do with her again. That I was happily taken.”

  You started playing with the buttons on your boyfriend’s work shirt. He was staring down at you, a smile on his face as he watched you warm up to him all over again.

  “I love you,” you said, “really, I do. And I want you to be happy but I guess I couldn’t stand the idea of you being happy without me.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Soda whispered, “I would never be happy again if I didn’t have you. I love you.”

 Leaning down, Soda caught your lips with his and moved you backwards until the back of your legs touched the bed. A soft moan escaped the both of y’all as Soda’s hands roamed your body longingly. He pulled away from you.

  “Let me make it up to you,” he hummed, “you know, for bein’ a stupid boyfriend.”

 “And how do you plan on doing that?” You asked.

 He only smiled while unbuttoning your pants and carefully pulling them down to your knees. When they were at your knees, he gently pushed you onto your bed. You wanted to tell him to stop, that your parents were in the next room but you needed this honestly. So instead, you just let it play out.

  Soda grabbed your pants and pulled them completely off, tossing them into the corner of the room where they’d sit until tomorrow morning. You were wearing a pair of pink panties with a little, white bow on the front. Very cute, very you. Soda looked up at you, his eyes watching you intently as you bit your bottom lip. He reached up and dragged his thumb along the now bleeding lip.

  “Stop,” he whispered, “don’t mark yourself up like that, you’re too pretty.”

  You nodded, mumbling a hushed “yes sir” in response. Soda hooked his fingers to your panties and pulled them down. Once again, he tossed them to the corner of the room, letting them join the pants. Sodapop laid you down and spreaded your legs. You shivered at the feeling of his nose touching your core. When his tongue dragged against you, your body felt heavy and hot; your legs immediately closing only to be pried back open.

  “Relax, sweet girl,” Soda muttered.

  But no matter how many breaths you took to calm yourself, you felt your heart beating harshly against your rib cage. Finally, Soda drove his tongue into you and attached his lips to your sensitive clit. You had to cover your mouth before any noise came out, not wanting to wake your parents. Saliva mixed with your juices as Soda continued to eat you out, both mixes pooling onto your bedding, soaking through the comforter and sheets. You were now laying flat on your back, your fingers tangled into Soda’s greasy hair while your back arched off the mattress. You still kept one hand over your mouth, tightly.

    Soda’s eyes watched your body move as he lapped up any of the juices that had fallen out of you. A smile graced his face as he patted himself on the back, loving the way he made you feel. And despite him just starting, Soda already knew you were close so he sped up, wanting you to catch your release.

   Taking one hand off your plushy thigh, Soda probed your entrance with his pointer finger. You whined at the new feeling, and tried to grind your hips against him so you could feel more but he pinned you down. You screwed your eyes shut as Soda’s finger slid inside of you, his tongue making small circles over your now enlarged, puffy clit. He watched you come undone; your chest heaving, your fingers now gripping the bedding as you tried desperately to keep the noises down. God, he wished he could hear your moans.

  “S-Soda,” you whined, “a-another finger, please.”

  How could he tell you no?

While sucking on your clit, Soda started pushing his middle finger into you. This time when you started moving your hips, he didn’t stop you, letting you cause enough friction that was going to send you over the edge. He was going to have you seeing stars.

  “I-I’m gonna cum,” you squeaked.

  Soda moaned against you, the vibration causing another ripple of pleasure to drown you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hands clamping against your mouth, your teeth digging into your skin as the band inside you finally snapped. And like Soda predicted, you saw stars.

  He drank up every last drop of juice you’d given him. When he was done, he pulled away and climbed onto the bed next to you. There were drops of sweat clinging to your forehead and you were panting from the lack of air in your lungs. Soda smiled at you.

  “Do you feel better, baby?” He asked, sweetly; his eyes watching you as you started to pass out from exhaustion.

  “Yes,” you whimpered, “thank you.”

 Sodapop pulled you onto the bed and dragged the covers over you. Then he removed his shirt and laid beside you.

  “Good, baby. Goodnight.”

The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally having made up with each other and being madly in love just like before. And in the morning, Sodapop wasn’t going to let you go.

[mysticmoaning]

⚤ ⟶ Smut

Harry Potter 

Fred Weasley

King For A Day ⚤ 

George Weasley

New Things ⚤

HP - Marauders Era

Sirius Black

Debts ⚤

Regulus Black

Tension ⚤     Pt. II ⚤

James Potter

In Deep ⚤

[fxck-bxddy]

im going nisane. have rushed dallas winston smut

[quiet, con/noncon-dubcon, intoxication, face-fucking, public, overstim, knife play]

You got out of your car, stepping into the darkness of the drive-in. You headed towards the concessions, thumbs hooked in your khaki pockets.

You let out a muffled gasp as someone pulled you away, hand over your mouth. They pulled you to the side of the building before removing their hand.

"What–?" you questioned, hands gripping the strong arm that was still wrapped around your chest, the strong arm that kept you pressed against them.

You let out a squeak when they leaned over, inhaling at your neck. "Get off me, greaser–" you recognized the hair. It was the hair of the one and only Dallas Winston, one of the east side greases. He went to your school and was in your grade, but you hardly saw him anywhere except the bathroom, usually smoking a cigarette.

Dally tightened his grip, wrapping his other arm around the front of your waist and pressing you closer. "Dallas." You tried to sound firm, but it came out more of a beg as he bit down on your neck. "Hmm.." Dallas licked up your neck to your cheek, letting out a little chuckle. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Get off.." you repeated, though you only whispered it.

Dallas laughed again, this time softer. "Hey, Y/N.." he mumbled. "I b'n waitin' for this.." he inhaled again, smiling. 

"Dally.." you whispered again, feeling as the boy led you backwards to the wall, furthering being hidden. "What, kid?" He whispered against your cheek.

You left him unanswered, letting out a small whimper. Dallas loosened his grip, spinning you in his grasp to face him. Your eyes met his, his usual puppy dog eyes clouded in lust.

"What?" He growled. You shook your head, "nothing," and he pushed you down to your knees. He began fumbling to get his jeans down, his shirt riding up his stomach. You subconsciously licked your lips, watching him as he clumsily pulled his boxer briefs down.

You gasped as he took a fistful of your hair, pressing the tip of his erection to your parted lips. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you opened your lips more, him jerking his hips forward and hitting the back of your throat. You gripped his hips to steady yourself while Dally began to fuck your face, his hand stabilizing your head.

"Fuck, you take my cock so well for the capt'n of the football team.." he spoke, his spit pooling at the corners of his mouth. You hummed in response, sending shivers through the greaser. 

Dallas let out a groan, suddenly burying himself to the hilt in your mouth, your air being cut off. Dally stayed for a moment before pulling out, a string of your saliva connecting you to his dick.

"You like that, pretty boy?" He looked down at you, before pulling you up by the hair. You leaned back against the brick wall, breathing heavily. "F-fuck, Dally.." you panted, watching him. He crouched, searching his jeans pockets until he pulled out a double-edged knife and stood up.

You flinched as he pulled your shirt off, nicking your skin with the blade. The ravenette leaned over, licking up the blood. "I won't go too deep, okay, kid?" Dally mumbled against your skin, his hands gripping your sides.

You nodded, preparing for the sting of the knife on your skin. Dallas grinned, getting onto his knees in front of you. You leaned your head back and moved one of your hands to his arm, whimpering as he sliced a word, SLUT,  into your stomach, near your hip. You felt your blood drip down onto your khakis, staining them forever. 

Dally lapped at the blood, his tongue sliding over the word. He quickly dropped the knife, slipping his brown coat off, along with sliding his white shirt over his head to press against the cuts. "Shit, kid." He pressed a kiss to the word, standing up. He held the shirt to your stomach, and you reached forward to grasp his face, slamming your lips onto his. He pressed forward, pinning you against the wall with his entire body.

Dally tugged your belt off, forcing your khakis down to your knees. He pulled away from your lips, leaning his head against the wall above your shoulder. The greaser backed off slightly, his shirt dropping to the ground. He moved a hand to your crotch, palming you roughly. You gasped out a groan, your hand fleeing to the boy's neck.

"Dally–! Mm!" you arched your back, close from just the contact. Dallas laughed softly, pulling your boxers down. "Be quiet, Y/N. There's people here." He scolded, his hand wrapping around your leaking erection. "Please.." you bit your lip, letting out a soft moan.

Dally began moving his hand, sending tingles through your body. "Shit! Dal–" Dallas slammed his free hand against your mouth, muffling your cries. You thrust your hips forward into the grease's hand, knees buckling slightly. 

"M mm-mm!" You gasped as his hand sped up, and you let out a muffled cry when you came, his hand quieting most of it.

You whimpered as he kept at it, even when you stopped cumming. He leaned up, moving his hand from your mouth. "Please, Dal.." you whispered. "'M sorry, I didn't mean to scream.." you panted, bucking your hips as you started getting hard again.

You inhaled sharply, body tensing. Dallas stopped moving.

 "Turn around." He demanded, and you obeyed. Dally used his hands to pull you away from the wall, forcing you down to your hands and knees. He crouched behind you, snagging his knife again. "Stay still." 

You winced and almost pulled away as he dug the knife into your back, down near your ass. Your tears dripped onto the ground as the grease sliced the word MINE into your skin. He used his shirt to soak up most of the blood, pulling your khakis off the rest of the way.

He used his thumbs to spread your cheeks, spitting at your hole. You gasped, spreading your legs to give him a better view. "Dally– Dally, please." You begged. Dallas let go to smack your ass, "Shut up, kid." He spoke, gently rubbing a finger around your hole. You moaned softly, arms collapsing.

Dally held you up by the hips, pushing two fingers in at once. You bit your lip, closing your eyes. Dallas worked his fingers in and out for a while, before pushing a third in.

Dally curled his fingers, ripping a quiet moan from you. You heard the grease chuckle behind you, before he removed his fingers. You let out a whimper, hole gaping over nothing.

You bit down on your lip, drawing blood, as Dallas pushed in, immediately burying himself to the hilt. Dally began thrusting, and your breathing started to come in harsh pants. The man leaned over, biting down on your shoulder blade. You let out a choked moan, and Dally pressed a hand to your mouth, his hand getting covered in blood and saliva.

Dallas rested his forehead on your back, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less coordinated. You let out a sharp groan, vision getting spotty as he hit your prostate. Dally rammed his hips forward, aiming for that same spot.

You let out a pathetic moan, bucking your hips as you neared your second climax, nails digging into the dirt below you. Dallas moved his hand to your crotch, circling his thumb over your slit.

You let out a string of wanton moans into Dally's hand, eyes squeezing shut. You basically screamed as you came for the second time that night, pushing back to meet Dallas' thrusts.

You heard the grease let out a groan, his thumb still spinning over your softening dick. You felt yourself get filled up, listening to Dallas' rough pants.

Dally moved off of you, causing you to collapse without his support. Your tired eyes followed the ravenette as he got dressed, only pulling his briefs, jeans and shoes on. He walked over to you, running a hand down your side.

"Shit, kid. Sorry," he apologized quietly, reaching for your stained khakis. You winced as he pulled on your boxers, cuts still oozing slightly. You sat up carefully. He gently tugged your khakis on for you, before slinging his coat over your bare shoulders. He handed you the shirts, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You drive?" He asked, leaning back on his haunches. "Yeah. Red Mustang, got a black stripe on both sides." You answered, pulling his coat tighter around you, clutching the bloodied shirts. "Okay. Can ya' walk?" He stood up, offering his hand. You reached up, and he hauled you up.

Your knees buckled under your sudden weight, and you collided with the greaser. Dally leaned over, his arm reaching behind your knees, and he lifted you off the ground with minimal effort.

"So, red Mustang?" He asked, walking out of the hidden area. "You come with anyone?" He continued, glancing around.

"Kid?" The grease sighed, you were slumped against his chest, eyes closed. You slumbered.

You woke up, body sore, in someone else's bed. You quickly sat up, your eyes wide, and frantically looked around. You checked over yourself, wearing too big sweats and Dally's coat. On your front was a bandage, and you could feel the sting of whatever was below it.

You laid back down, running a hand through your.. washed hair? You sighed softly.

"Dally?" You heard rustling outside the room. You sat up and moved from the bed, limping to the door. You opened it, and you could hear chatting. You walked out, peeking around the corner of another doorway.

In the living room was not only Dallas, but the Curtis brothers, Steve Randle, and Keith Mattews (you've heard him called Two-Bit by all but one of your teachers).

One of the Curtis brothers, Sodapop (you went to school with him before he dropped out), turned around and laughed. You raised an eyebrow at him, and glanced around the room. You glanced at the door, and saw it was mid-day. God, you slept for a long time.

"Where?" You hummed, pulling the coat tighter around yourself. 

"Our house, Y/N. I'm Darrel, call me Darry. This here is Sodapop and Ponyboy." You nodded as Darry listed the names, and you noted both Sodapop and Ponyboy's odd names, and their stunning looks.

Dally rubbed his eyes, sighing. "Sorry, kid." He stood up and walked towards you, leaning against the wall in front of you.

"Didn't know where ya' lived, an' I didn't want to bring you to my house." He explained, rubbing his arm. "Had 'em patch you up."  He mumbled.

"I get real.. impulsive when I get drunk, I'm sorry." He whispered. You stared at him, a smile playing on your lips. "It's alright." You punched him playfully in the shoulder.

"I enjoyed it," you smirked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Dally chuckled, "You want'ta stay here for now? Get some rest?" He winked, a grin crowding his face.

"Yeah, sure. If that's okay with them?" You nodded to the living room. "Go ahead." Darry called. You watch as Sodapop leant over and tapped Steve, giggling. He whispered something to his friend, and then Steve started chuckling too.

You followed as Dallas walked back to the room you woke up in. You shut the door, sitting on the bed beside Dally. He looked at you, a small grin on his face. You leaned onto him, resting your head on his chest. "Cuddle, sleep and talk about it later?" You asked, letting your hand rub his inner thigh. "Yeah."

goodbye i didn proof read thsi

[theostrophywife]

stalker! theo who falls for a pretty little ravenclaw after you run into him in the hall, flustered and frenzied as your books and parchment spill out of your hands.

stalker! theo who listens to his raven mumble apologetically, rambling about deadlines and deadbeat project partners who left you to complete an assignment all alone.

stalker! theo who watches in fascination as you scramble to get yourself sorted, apologizing and sniffling for running into him.

stalker! theo who stares at your pretty doe eyes filled with tears, lower lip trembling as you timidly take the papers that he's gathered and organized for you.

stalker! theo who smirks at the little flush that creeps up your neck when your fingers brush together. your voice a quiet little rasp as you murmur, thank you, theo.

stalker! theo who is a little surprised that you even know his name, mesmerized at how pretty you look when you cry, leaning down to fluster you a little more before he whispers, you're welcome, little raven.

stalker! theo who honest to merlin felt his heart stop when you reward him with a smile. a shy little smile that has him hooked from that day forward.

stalker! theo who finds your deadbeat partner and threatens him into pulling his weight or else he'll pull his intestines out of his body if he makes theo's little raven cry again.

stalker! theo who can't help but smile when you grin at him in the halls, waving shyly as you pass by with your group of friends who tease you as you blush prettily for him.

stalker! theo who starts to crave you more than cigarettes. who asks anything and everything about you. finding out your class schedule, your dorm number, your favorite spots in hogsmeade.

stalker! theo who watches you study in the library, hiding behind stacks and stacks of books, keeping an eye on his pretty raven as you recite facts under your breath, anxiously biting down on your lip and tapping the end of your quill against your chin when you come across a particularly hard question.

stalker! theo who follows you all the way back to your dorm, making sure you get in safely. lurking in the shadows as you cautiously look over your shoulder, pretty eyes alert and ready as you squint in the darkness.

stalker! theo who finds a sick thrill in watching you shiver as your gaze passes over his hiding spot, eyes unfocused and glazed as you gloss over him in the darkness of the castle, steps picking up as you climb your way up ravenclaw tower, answering the door’s riddle whilst clutching your wand closer to your chest.

stalker! theo who waits until you're good and settled, because he knows how long your bedtime routine is, knows you like to shower and stick to your skincare routine religiously before tucking yourself into bed and cuddling your little stuffie to sleep.

stalker! theo who lets himself into your dorm with a master key he nicked from dumbledore's office, sneaking quietly into your room and making himself right at home.

stalker! theo who nosily flickers through the knickknacks on your desk, all perfectly lined up in neat little rows, which he returns them to before sauntering over to your bookshelves and tracing over the notes and lines that you'd scribbled onto the worn, yellow pages.

stalker! theo who hovers by your bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face and smiling as he watches you sleep peacefully, all snuggled up in bed. thumb brushing over your cheek as he presses his lips against yours in a sweet little peck before whispering, sweet dreams, my pretty little raven.

stalker! theo who freezes when you stir, fingers reaching for him in the dark, while you softly murmur in your sleep. please, theo. the bulge in his trousers growing while you moan and whimper so desperately. desperate for him.

stalker! theo who exhales a shaky breath, knowing that it's wrong, so wrong to invade your privacy like this, but he just can't help himself. you bring out the addictive, compulsive side to him and he's obsessed.

stalker! theo who is pilfering through your dresser, pulling out a pair of your pretty lace pink panties. who knows how fucked up it is to touch himself like this even as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his boxers down, wrapping your panties around his cock before stroking himself, getting off on listening to your pretty little sounds, still moaning his name in your sleep.

stalker! theo who is panting and gasping as he pumps himself while a choked groan crawls up his throat. he tries to tamper down his noises by biting his lip, canines sinking into his bottom lip so hard that he’s breaking skin and drawing blood. watching as crimson dots stain you bedsheets, wishing he could leave them there to mark his territory.

stalker! theo who finishes all over your pretty panties, covering the lace in his cum while you continue to dream, blissful and unaware of the filthy, dirty way he’d wanked himself off right beside you.

stalker! theo who leans down to murmur, fuck. you don’t know what you do to me, principessa. i fucking adore you. i’d do anything for you. there’s no limit to the lengths i’d go to just to make you smile. theo sighs, kissing your temple. you’re mine, cara mia. even if you don’t now it yet. i promise that you will soon, y/n. i’ll make you mine no mater what it takes.

stalker! theo who lingers by the door cause he can’t help but sneak one last glance at you. smiling softly, he watches adoringly as you snuggle your stuffie closer. his heart threatens to burst at the precious sight and in that moment theo knows. he’d do anything for you. he’d kill for you. he’d die for you. but for now, he has to settle for the memory of your soft rasp, saying his name over and over again like a prayer.

stalker! theo who leans against the doorway, slipping your pretty pink panties into his pocket for safekeeping before whispering softly in the darkness, goodnight, my pretty little raven.

[driaswrld]

it's raining outside, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor.

the soft pit-patter of raindrops coupled with his dancing fingertips against the exposed skin of your waist is a song you haven't quite learnt the tune to yet — he lays on his side, hair tousled and damp, dark strands curling over his forehead, sleeves rolled up and tie forgotten somewhere in the doorway.

admittedly, you're in no better shape. your cheeks are cold, skin of your calves wet with rainwater from running across the busy streets with him, armful of whatever ingredients you two picked out for dinner, his suit jacket held above your head and the occasional chorus of laughter when either of you stomp a puddle and splash the other.

it's raining, and higuruma thinks he falls in love with you every single day, like it's born anew.

he falls in love with the girl he wakes up next to, mouth open and cheek smooshed into the pillows. he falls in love with the girl who doesn't know a thing about law, but argues better than him in the heat of the moment. he falls in love with the girl who kicked her boots through puddles of rain, ruining his pants — the girl who made him laugh about something so mundane.

it's raining, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor, oddly paired with his formal white shirt and a pair of pajamas, his dress pants draped over the washer — the dryer broke a few days ago, he forgot — he holds you close as he watches the water droplets race against the glass window.

he loves you.

“do you like the rain?” you ask him, head tucked into his neck, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, the question is lost on him for a moment.

“i like you.”

you don't respond yet, and higuruma opens one of his eyes, only to find you staring at him. “more than you like the rain?” he almost laughs at that, almost, and he pulls you impossibly closer.

“a lot more than i like the rain, i’m sure.”

it's raining outside, and higuruma never really liked when it rained, not at all.

he proposed to you in spring. married you in summer.

but now he hopes it rains tomorrow, he hopes you still want him then, and he hopes you'll splash him with another puddle.

[quizzicalwriter]

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.)

[spikedhe4rt]

I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.

❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.

"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.

❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more

❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.

❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.

❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.

❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."

You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."

❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.

"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.

❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.

❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.

❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.

  ✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.

❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.

❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.

“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”

❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.

❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom

❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.

❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.

"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.

❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.

"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"

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[dior-desire]

johnny cade crushing on a popular soc hcs

“ she smiled and looked at me, i was surprised to see, that a woman like that was really into me. ”

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— the two of you met in class, although he never talked unless the teacher called on him—you thought he was the cutest thing

— being a soc, you would never get the chance to actually have a civil conversation with him without being judged, so you just ended up pushing all those thoughts to the side

— that was until one day, the teacher had asked if you could come back during your lunch hr so that she could ask you something

— once the bell rung and it was time for lunch and you made your way to her class. walking into her class you made eye contact with the one and only johnny cade

— “ i’m glad you here ( your name ), i wanted to ask if you could help johnny here study for the upcoming exam? ”

— johnny cringed and looked away in embarrasment, “ of course ms. jones, when should i start? ”

— that day johnny had came over your house and the two of you only got closer there on

— johnny noticed how you werent like the other socs, you never made fun of someone because of their social class and had a good image amongst both socs and greasers

— the only person who knew that you and johnny had been talking was ponyboy, johnny would reguarly vent to him on how he wanted so badly to confess but he wouldnt want to tarnish your reputation

— as johnny and you spent more time studying together at your house, the tension between you two grew. one day, while going over notes for the upcoming exam, johnny couldn't contain his feelings any longer. he looked into your eyes and confessed how he felt, his voice trembled a bit from nervousness. It was a sweet moment that made your heart skip a beat

— after the confession, you both couldn't help but smile and laugh, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. from that day on, your study sessions turned into moments of shared affection and stolen glances. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship

— once you and johnny got together, ponyboy was so proud that it ended up slipping out to sodapop, and of course it wouldnt take long for the whole gang to find out

— they all bombarded johnny with questions,

“ whered yall meet? ”,

“ you’ve been to her house?! ”

“ have yall done anything yet?? ”,

“ she got a sister?? ”

— everybody was happy for johnny, while dallas on the other hand was a little upset on why he was just finding out johnny had a gf

— soon enough you end up meeting the gang and of course everybody loves you but once again dallas is still iffy

— he wouldn’t want some soc girl to break johnnys heart so he still had his guard up around you

— once dallas got to know you better he seen that your intentions with johnny were pure and even looked at you like a little sister, not by any means would he ever admit it though

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[macchiodaily]

quick dump of MY man

him in a suit & tie

[szniiaa]

sodapop curtis sfw n nsfw headcanons

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characters: sodapop curtis show/movie: the outsiders warnings: smut not proofread summary: sodapop curtis sfw n nsfw headcanons

sfw headcanons:

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-hes the most loving boyfriend ever. he will almost never let you talk bad about your looks how you act. nothing. because your perfect in his eyes.

-soda is a huge hugger. he luvs being around you and just being all over you. he luvs kissing you too.

-he kinda hates to admit it but he luvs being treated like a baby by you. getting pampered with kisses and getting scolded by you. he luvs when your angry (will talk apt that later)

-this man is a romantic charming charismatic man + a gentleman. he kisses your hand he always calls you baby, or my love.

-soda is so protective of you its insane. if anything happens to you he wouldn't know what to do with himself. he would fight someone if they said something bad about you or if someone flirted with you.

-speaking of flirty. soda gets jealous super easily. especially when your around the gang. he hates when dally says something that wouldn't be considered flirty but their tone makes it sound that way. "hey! nice top" dally would say obviously staring at your boobs it really pisses him off.

-he would let you wear his work jacket (his blue one) he thinks your super cute in it.

-soda is a big teaser. he teases you whenever your touchy with him or really wanting to give him a kiss. "baby I have to go to work. we can do all this kissy stuff after alright?" soda says giving you 2 more short kisses before leaving and giving you a wink.

-soda luvs your squishy spots on your tummy n thighs or anywhere you have it. he luvs squishing it. he thinks its the cutest thing ever. you'd tell him to stop squeezing your tummy. and he'll always question you why. "why baby its so soft n cute no need to be insecure about anything your the most beautiful girl I've seen."

nsfw headcanons:

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-you know when I was talking about him liking when your angry well let me farther elaborate. something about you being upset at him he can't help but think it so attractive. you'd be talking about how pissed you are and he'll just be leaning on the wall looking you up and down smiling. bye the end of your talking you start to realize how dumb you look n apologize if you in the wrong.

-soda luvs when your on top riding him. he gets a good look at your tits n if your riding him the other way he gets a good look of your ass.

-soda is the type to try not to moan "and try to groan n act all tough" but ends up moaning anyway.

-he luvs when you give him head. the way you look up at him when he's close to climax makes him go insane.

-the amount of times you guys made out or had sex in the gas station is wild. you guys rarely have sex in there but you guys do make-out a lot. you'd come over there for a wholesome visit and walk out with hickeys and your hair a mess.

-soda a praiser in bed he would never degrade you in bed. " keep going just like that, your doing so good." "be a good pretty girl for me, can you do that?" he never calls you any bad names. even when your being a bitch he keeps his cool.

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[st4rboyhere]

Moonslight 2

The outsiders Master-list

Dally Winston x male reader

@saaiimaakii @multiple-godgasm @tomdayasdaughter @jamesisbisexual @milos-a-bitch

A/n: I wanted to give this to you guys as a Christmas present but it didn’t work out so here’s a new years present ig??

Idk man I’m really tired 😭

This gotta be the shittiest smut I’ve ever written.

Happy new years though!!

Word count: 1,615

Summary: After a heartfelt conversation with Dally, the two of you yearn to see each other before the morning comes.

Warning: This is a MLM fic!! Those under sixteen, use she/her or she/they pronouns and Identify as a female please DNI. You will be blocked.

Not spell-checked!!

This one-shot contains:

Talk of Homophobia, public-ish sex (parents are below reader), hair pulling, slight frotting, dry humping, blowjobs (Reader receiving) making out, top and bottom aren’t specified but Id say they’re both switches, both characters are above the age of 18 because Dally Winston never died. L bomb.

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You let your back fall onto your mattress, holding the phone close to your chest, your heart thumping.

You tried your best to calm yourself down but you couldn’t control the giddy smile that formed on your lips at the previous call. You felt like you were on the clouds, the feeling of being aware that Dally really did share the same the same feelings as you.

And now the two of you would finally see each other after months of not talking.

Holy shit you were going to see him.

You jumped off of your bed, rushing towards your closet to get a coat.

The phone dropped onto the floor and you tripped over the cable, falling and not hurting yourself too much, making a loud thump that you prayed your parents didn’t hear.

The last thing you wanted was for them to come up to your room and ask what exactly you were doing up so late.

By the time you zipped your jacket up, you realized you hadn’t exactly planned a place to meet with Dally and it wasn’t like you could call him and ask since you were highly doubtful of the possibility he was still in a payphone booth.

There was also a problem with going outside too, either it is peeping neighbors or the possibility of running into another soc who would most likely be drunk and you wouldn’t want to explain to them exactly why you were walking the streets late at night.

You felt dumb and rethought everything you said on the phone, wishing you set another date to see him instead of being so impatient and hanging up so quickly.

Even wishing you had rejected him fully.

Falling back onto your mattress, you looked up at your roof and tried once again to calm the feeling in your heart.

Second thoughts on the whole situation began to form in your mind and you started to feel better that Dally wasn’t coming.

You prayed it was truthfully a joke to play around with your feelings. After all, why call after ignoring me for weeks?

So many girls would feel lucky if they ever found out Dallas Winston had them in their hearts but you were the exact opposite.

And you were no lady.

Of course, you couldn’t deny your everlasting love for the man but there was a reputation you needed to keep up.

As much as you loved Dally with all of your heart and the time you’ve spent together is the most wonderful moments you’ve ever had, you didn’t like the thought of having to hide it from everyone.

A Greaser and a soc already weren't a good match, but a boy and a boy would get a riot out of the town.

You’d hate the thought of having to be separated from Dally, but maybe it would be better that way.

The sound of a small tapping you assumed to drizzle coming from outside sweep away your thoughts and you realized you had left your window open earlier today.

Not wanting any raindrops to get through you went to close it before just falling asleep and looking for Dal the next day, if he still wanted to see you.

You moved the curtain to the side, jumping back just a little when you were met with Dally's eyes, almost falling back onto your floor. He gave you a cocky grin when you looked at him in pure shock at his appearance.

Opening your window just a little bit more so he could get inside you hit him on the side of his head and he cackled, grabbing into your sides to keep his balance.

His lips instantly found yours, brushing against them and wasting no time to use his tongue to part yours for you.

Before he got any further you pushed him away, head practically spinning at your first half-kiss.

“C'mon, what’s the problem,” Dally asked, taking a small glance at your eyes before looking down at your lips and pouting.

“Dal, my parents are downstairs-”

Said you wanted to see me though,” he said, pushing you down onto your bed.

His hands continue to examine your body as if they had been waiting their whole life and you began to realize that may have been the case.

It wouldn’t have been the first time he touched you like this though, the only difference was his hands were sliding under and his intentions were as clear as day.

“Hey man seriously,” you say as you get up from your bed, reaching under your shirt and holding Dally's hands in place, “my parents are downstairs and I don’t wanna wake them up.”

He thought for a while, letting his hands slip off your skin.

He paced the room for a while, shaking his head up and down comically before tapping his foot on your floorboards as hard as he could.

You glared at him while he pressed his ears onto the ground, listening for anything.

But the house remained still and with that he tackled you back onto your bed, kissing you once again.

His fingers eagerly reached for your zipper, pulling it down along with your pants.

You sighed and threw your head back, hands finding themselves entangled in his hair, your palm rubbing his scalp as you watched him pull your boxers down just enough for your cock so spring out.

His hands felt so much softer than you imagined, and even though he was just pumping your cock it was so much better than when you were doing it yourself.

“Fuck you’re so pretty..” he whispered almost to himself, bringing his head down, slightly licking your tip.

You could feel yourself about to burst but you tried your best to hold it, too embarrassed to cum early.

His bludge was almost as painting as it was for you not being able to cum as it was for him to have to deal with it.

You reached your hand through your body and reached for his cock to palm him through his tight jeans, relishing in the gasp he let flow through the kiss when your hand squeezed it.

Dally pressed down on your pubic bone, hand leaving your cock to keep you still, not letting you move. He smiled at the playful whine you let out in frustration.

God, he just wouldn’t stop slurping on your balls and it was becoming hard to hold it in.

It would be worse to cum on his face and gross him out.

You took a hold of his hair again, trying your best to pry him off of you. He let out a sound similar to a whine when you pulled at his strands, letting your cock out of his mouth pop out of his mouth and smack against your stomach again.

His tongue remained extended on your head, reposing there. Cupping his cheeks, you lifted him off.

“I think we should stop,” you asserted, mind still filled with previous pleasure, sure that your sentence came out wobbly.

He looked at you, obviously confused and awaiting an answer, which you weren’t sure you could give.

“Do you..not want this?” He asked, distancing himself away from you but keeping his hands leaning on your sides.

“Maybe not with my parents in the house,” you slightly whispered, giving him a small smile.

You wanted this but the fear of someone catching you disturbed a potential orgasm you were dying to release.

“I need you though.”

It was hard to deny Dally of anything, especially when he was staring at you with those gorgeous eyes.

“I mean I guess you could just grind on me..”

It sounded stupid, you knew that. There was no chance in hell that he would take up that offer and climb out with cum stained pants-

“Sure.”

Your mouth nearly dropped to the floor, quickly clenching when he pushed you down back into your pillow, grabbing onto your chest, straddling your hips.

Without wasting a moment, he started to move his hips up and down, not bothering to pull your pants back up, the friction provided by the fabric against your cock feeling heavenly.

One of Dally's hands left your chest, moving to your face your cheeks, and squishing them together to bring you in for a kiss, sucking on your tongue.

You wrapped your hands around his waist, squeezing tightly onto his flesh as you bucked your hips in time with his.

He dragged his tongue on your lips, panting and smashing his hips into yours for a stop. A loud moan escaped his lips while he rutted into you.

His cum drips down to your thighs, cold and slick as it continues to fall down your thighs and onto the bedsheets that you had just recently changed and knew your parents would question why you were changing them again.

You rutted your hips as much up as you could into Dally with the pressure he was exerting, practically screaming so loud he had to smash his lips into yours as you came onto his jeans, some mixing with his and running down your thigh and leaking into his pants.

Reaching between your bodies one last time, you put your hand into his pants, rubbing your fingers against his tip. 

He hissed, too sensitive from just cumming though he still ground into your palm.

Taking your fingers out of his jeans, you brought your fingers to your mouth, licking his cum as you stared him in the eyes. He let out a laugh before flopping onto his side.

He kissed your other hand bringing it to his face and resting on it.

“I love you.”

[hyunip]

Let you ride Armin and see just how slutty he can be for you.

You could bring him out of his shell and all when it came to socializing and things like that, but when yall fuckin'?!

He moans louder than you do, you knew that. So one night, you decide to ride him in reverse cowgirl (because he's an ass man and can't get enough of how that thing moves) and that was one of the best ideas you had. Ever.

The pain in your legs was definitely worth it.

When you sat down on it, he shudders at the feeling of your slick pussy gripping him and sucking him in. He grabs your asscheeks and spreads them apart just to see how well you take it. But once you start bouncing on his dick, it's game over. Because he's already groaning and whining at the feeling.

And after even a few minutes, you could have him mumbling curses "Fuck—don't stop!.." "Ah shit... Just like that" "ride this dick"

And don't even get me started on the overstimulation.

He's so close to Cumming until you stop riding him, causing him to whine and fuck up into you lazily, wanting more from you. Until you tell him to use you however he wants to. Girl you are in danger. That man will go deep, gripping your hips like crazy while he fucked you, slapping your ass, moaning and groaning and low huff while he's inside. He even sticks a finger or two in your ass while he fucks you like no tomorrow.

He will go wild inside you, shooting blanks and making you squirt multiple times and you loved it. And he'll let you treat him like he's your bitch. Because he said it and he sticks to his words.

[mysticmoaning]

Introduction

Bly ❂ 21

New to posting ❤︎ I’ve previously been a lurker. 

As my page suggests, I prefer writing smut but I’m open to trying out fluff pieces. I’ve listed characters I find attractive and can write well without needing to brush up on my knowledge. If a character is not included below, that does not mean I absolutely won’t write for them. Ask and you (may) receive! 

Who I write for:

Harry Potter - Fred, George, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius

Marauders Era - Remus, Sirius, James, Regulus

Peaky Blinders (first few seasons!) - Thomas, Arthur, John 

The Outsiders - Dallas, Soda, Johnny

Outlander (first book!) - Jamie

Handmaid’s Tale - Nick

Speakeasy Tonight (original) - Vince, Neil, Donovan, Cliff

No pairings, sorry! I only write x reader. 

Thx for reading ⭐︎

[soaps-mohawk]

So...

How do we feel about Chapter 12 being shorter than the others? Like...significantly shorter? First draft is only at 3.7k words right now...I'm trying to make it longer but like...it is like basically just smut lol. It'll probably get a bit longer as I edit, but it's going to still probably end up being shorter than the other chapters.