#dally Winston × male reader

[callforspiderboy]

"Why are you hanging around with us?"|| Greaser's × No reader gender

Summary:Ponyboy doesn't understand why you hang out with them, did you consider yourself a greaser? Do others consider you a greaser? If glitter in your hair and a thug face made you a greaser, you wouldn't be one, maybe you'd be something else.

Warnings: None

(The Outsiders Masterlist)

He had analyzed you, you looked like a Soc, both in your clothes and in your hair, you weren't born on the East Side, even though you lived here. Ponyboy would never choose to be a greaser, and wondered why someone like you, who unlike him might not be one, chose to hang out with a group like his.

They (Ponyboy preferred to refer to the whole group, even though he and perhaps Johnny were the only ones analyzing your comportment) didn't know exactly what you were doing, they knew that you had the potential to fit in not with the Socs, but with the Tulsa middle class for sure. Even if the way your brother made money wasn't the most honest, it was still quite lucrative and no one needed to know where the money came from.

So why were you still hanging out on the worst side of town, with a group of "thugs" and wasting all your hours in conflicts that had little to do with you? At first Ponyboy thought you were like Sodapop, not very smart, so you preferred this "simple" life and were fine where you were, but your grades and reasoning prove otherwise. Maybe you're like Dally, violent, young and desperate, but no, that lost and reckless essence wasn't in you, they often saw you guiding your brother, a scowling thug from Tulsa, onto the rational path, the right path.

So maybe you're here because you like it? If so, what? The Curtis group? The adrenaline? He'd thought about asking, but he didn't know exactly how it would sound, he was afraid he'd sound like Darry when he gave him a "What are you doing with your life? Do you really think? You have to focus on something better." No, that wasn't what he meant, he would never talk like that to you, he would never talk like that to anyone.

Once in the wasteland he asked Johnny why he thought you hung out with them, Johnny didn't understand the question, you were you, obviously you hung out with them, you were part of the group. Ponyboy tried to explain, you clearly weren't some rich person from the right side of town who didn't see big differences between socs and greases, but you also weren't like them, poor whites from the wrong side of town who saw the class difference crush you every day, you weren't even born in Tusla. But Johnny Cade still didn't understand what Pony meant, making the younger Curtis think that perhaps he was the only one in the group who wondered about it.

He had probably stared at you too long, because now instead of looking up at the starry sky as Johnny (and you) had been doing for a few minutes, you were staring at Ponyboy with a curious look, and he didn't even try to look away, staring even deeper into your eyes.

"Something's bothering you, Pony?" His answer didn't come immediately, the boy was debating internally how he should start the conversation, but before he had a chance to plan what he was going to say, the words escaped his mouth "Why are you hanging around with us?" His tone came out much more accusatory than he had planned, and his face showed an immediate annoyance.

"Don't get me wrong, I see you as a friend, but why would you choose to hang out with us? To be a greaser" He said immediately trying to contain the situation, your answer came faster than he imagined "Do you have a reason to be a greaser?" He immediately understood what you were getting at.

"I was born a greaser, it's different, guys like me were born to hang out with people like two-bit Mathews, Sodapop, Johnny, it's just the way things are" The laugh you let out took Pony (and Johnny who was listening attentively to the whole conversation) by surprise, there was nothing funny about it, was there? "Ponyboy" The name came out between giggles and a sweet tone from your mouth "Were you born a greaser? Were you born with glitter in your hair and a tough guy face?" Your question was mocking.

"You see, if they took away your amazing haircut, you wouldn't stop being a greaser, you'd just stop looking like one, so I hope the big question isn't what I look like, because you've never been that kind of person, Pony" You said each word with a sweet tone, even if it sounded like a scolding, you weren't really upset by the question.

"And about choosing, I don't think you choose who's going to be your friend, they just are" You paused for a brief moment and looked up as if thinking about something, before continuing "Like Dally, don't you think he's the kind of guy you looked at in the street and thought I want to be his friend, but he's your friend" At that moment Pony wanted to retort "Dally's not my friend", but he understood what you meant. You hadn't chosen to be a greaser, just as Pony hadn't chosen to be one (and just as no one would choose to be one), you just were, just as you were only friends with the group.

But Pony didn't believe that, there was something that made you a greaser, maybe for him a glitter in your hair, a long cut and a tough face, maybe what made you a greaser was the fact that you were close to them, maybe the fact that your brother was a hardened thug, or maybe the fact that you never ran away from a fight when it was to protect one of them, you never left their side even with the nasty comments they made about you. Ponyboy was going to find out what made you a greaser, but right now he could only think about the movie he would see when he went to the cinema tomorrow.

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This is my attempt to interact with the fandom.

[m4sonn]

*ೃ༄ Dally smut imagine˚◞♡ ⃗

(Thx to @peachyponyboyy for helping me a bit with this, honestly I wrote this a while ago and I’m a bit embarrassed abt it so just be nice 😥😣)

A soc and a grease, who would’ve thought…? Especially two boys. It was unheard of at the time!! (Scandalous 🤯) You two weren’t really public about it, though Dallas was convinced that if you two got jumped for being gay he could take ‘em (his words not yours, but he probably could). He always wanted to show you off, you were opposed to the idea. The only people who knew of the two of you were his friends (the greaser gang) and your dad (great dad for once in a fic 👍👍). They surprisingly all accepted you guys. Your dad went on business trips a lot, being out of the house for a while.

You and Dallas had been hanging out in your room, you had invited him over to hangout and watch a movie, you guys were planning to just have an innocent little sleepover, or that’s what you thought, he had slightly different motivations. You smiled as you heard a knock on the door, rushing over to go answer it. As soon as you opened it Dallas pulled you into a big hug, pulling your lips into a loving kiss, you disconnected your lips from his after a few seconds. “Dal… someone’s gonna see us…” you murmured out nervously as you looked around to see if anyone was outside. “Aw don’t sweat it doll face. C'mon let’s just go inside

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It was now 11:30 at night, it had been around lunchtime when Dallas first arrived at your house. You were in bed, cuddled up to him. He laid on his back as you rested your head on his chest, his arm wrapped gently around your waist. You guys silently watched your movie, enjoying each other’s embrace. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed up and down in a gentle and steady rhythm.

You feel a warm calloused hand snake slightly into your pants, it rested in the same spot as it was in before just under your pants. You look at Dallas from the corner of your eye. He gave you his signature grin. “What? ‘M just trying to explore you” he said with his usual cocky smirk, he looked at you to confirm if you wanted to continue. You just nodded in approval. With one motion he had sat up and lifted you into his lap, you let out a slight squeal. “Awww… did I scare you, cutie?” “Oh shut up…” you murmured out

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Dallas Let out a soft groan “mmm… yeahhh… just like that…'' his grip on your hair tightened slightly as he forced your throat down more into his lap. You gently gagged as his length hit the back of your throat, your room was consumed with the sounds of slurps, chokes, and gags. you didn’t mind his strong hands pulling your hair, you enjoyed having him to guide you since you weren’t very experienced, hell you had just gotten out of the habit of using teeth.. He started to pull your hair harder, moving your throat faster and harder, forcing your head more down. This took you slightly by surprise as you gently held onto his thigh. “Fuuuckkkk… dollface…” he groaned out. “Hmm… I’m close doll… ohh…” with that he shoved your head farther down and released his warm white liquid down your throat. He let go of your hair and you jerk your head back and choke slightly.

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You laid in bed, your face resting in a pillow on the bed.Your hands gently rested on the sheets below you. Dallas’s hands slid up and down your shirt to feel your soft skin and to make you shiver, your shirt was the only thing you had on still. You feel one of his hands snake down to your waist then to one of your ass cheeks, he grabbed it and then separated from the other “hmm look at this view~ ain’t nothin’ better than this~” he said while smirking down at you. “You ready, pretty boy?” You simply nodded your head in response.

Dallas put some lube on his fingers, slipping one easily into your hole. “Mmmg…” you gently hummed out as he started to move his finger in and out. He soon slipped a second then a third one in. His fingers were real’ thick and just those already had you basically screaming, Dallas was a lot more experienced than you with this stuff and he was pretty damn good at his craft. His digits moved around as if they were searching for something, you assumed he was looking for your prostate so you moved a bit to make it easier for him. Dallas looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Uncomfortable?” “Oh, no, I just thought you were trying to get to my prostate…” you murmured out embarrassedly “I know where your prostate is,” he said with a half scoff half giggle “I was just teasing you”

He suddenly moved his fingers and hit that spot that made you see stars, your back arches and you scream out in pleasure. He gave his normal cocky chuckle as he kept moving his digits into that specific area, you were basically seeing stars at this point. He suddenly slid his fingers out with a smirk, you looked up at him with a whimper. “W-why’d you stop…?” You barely managed to sputter out. “Awh, doll face I’m not letting you come that easily…” he said with a smirk. He gently tapped your left ass cheek twice “now let’s get to the fun part, shall we, pretty boy?”

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He slowly slid his length into you, your eyes widen and you let out a soft whimper, your hands clenching to the sheets below you so hard that your knuckles turned white. You’ve only ever really used your fingers and never done it with anyone else before, and he was a lot bigger than just a finger or two of yours.. “Awww, can’t take it? Is it too much already, doll?~” he cooed out to you. You would’ve said a smartass response but he shoved the rest of his length into you which forced you to let out a scream. “Hnghh…. D-Dal i-it hurts….” “Mmh.. I know, I know, it’ll feel better after you get used to it I swear m’love…” As he started his gentle thrusting the pain faded into pleasure. He started to thrust harder and harder, earning louder moans from you each time. He chuckled as he watched your back, your back, back of your neck, and the tips of your ears plagued with a red blush. “You like that pretty boy?~” Dallas said as he pressed his chests again your back and pressed his mouth up against your ear. You sputtered out a soft “m-m!. y-yes” in between loud moans. He moved one hand from your waist and to your ass cheek. He let out a few soft groans as he continued thrusting. “You’ve got such a nice ass, darlin’.” You let out a soft whine and glared at him in response. He chuckled and peppered gently kissed all over the back of your neck and ears, enjoying the small moans he received in response.

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You felt like everything was melting your eyes rolling back into your skull as your toes curled. “Mgghh… your face is so pretty when you’re all fucked out” he said with a sly grin as he mercilessly rammed himself into you over and over again. You had moved to lay on your back a bit ago to make it more comfortable for the both of you, a pillow under your lower back to make it more comfortable for you. You tried to squirm but he pushed your wrists more into the sheets and held your waist a bit tighter. “Stay still pretty boy” he cooed out at you as you just muled out loud moans. “I-I’m- ahhhnnnnn!!! I-I’m gonna commmmeeee~” you barely managed to moan through his harsh thrusts. “Go ahead, I’m close too~” he hummed out, continuing to ram into you. After a while his thrusts got sloppy, his hips stuttering as he continued to slam into you. You soon reached your peak, your head tilting up as you released, him releasing soon after.

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“You’re real’ cute, yknow.” He gently hummed out to you, you guys had finished cleaning up a bit earlier, taken showers, replacing the sheets, and getting clothes on. He did most of the work of course since your legs were basically numb. You guys cuddled up together just like you had been before. You guys had a movie on but he was watching a little more than you since you were both half asleep, you a lot more than him. “G’night, doll face” he said softly before gently kissing your forehead. You mumbled out a small goodnight before falling asleep on him.

[thewriterg]

𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲

pairing(s); dallas winston x gn!reader, mention of curtis gang

summary; Dallas Winston was in simple terms the love of your life but you refused to put up with anything less of what you deserved and he figured it out quick enough for him to fix it —flufftober day; 2–

word count; 600+

request; dallas winston x reader who does NOT put up with his bullshit💀🙏🏽 she will teach that mf a lesson if he tries to mouth off to her too🗣️ — @jokersscarrd

warning(s); mention of arguing, reader rather be caught dead then kissing dallys ass, fluff, kisses, and language

playlist; My love mine all mine by Mitski

A/n;—GIFs; @omegaponyboycurtis— killing two birds with one stone with a request

The crisp air of Tulsa flew against the current of your body the color changing leaves crunched under you boots holding yourself under the worn leather jacket that wasn’t yours taking in a breath of humidity before taking a seat on the bench the worn wools groaning at your weight you’d admit that your body temperature was cooler than your nerves were

it was a fact that Dallas Winston was the burner to your simmering pot

You huffed roughly into the cool air fog following after your breath you pulled a smoke from the box that came from the inside breast pocket of the jacket that smelled of smoke, pine, and the fading of stale beer

You took the lighter from the pocket of your jeans letting your thumb roll over the striker wheel just for it to not give a lick of a spark causing you to ‘curse real good at it’ as Ponyboy would say

“Need a light Y/l/n?” You whipped your head around to the location of the voice your blood simmering like the apple filling before being put in a pie crust

You were up from your seated position on the bench walking away from the juvenile listening to his leaf crunching steps behind you calling out your name in a obnoxious, disruptive, way that he knew you hated

Suddenly his hold was on your wrist in a firm grip and your palm stung against his pale cheek a faint making already appearing as the slapping noise carried through the winds with an echo that you couldn’t quite feel sorry for

“Now listen to me Dallas, I’d rather drop dead than kiss your feet and shake like a leaf at drop of your name. I’m not Buck, or Ponyboy, or Slyvia, or any punk to beat on you savy?” You hissed the words dripping like venom from your tongue and teeth and after a brief moment of Dally visibly fighting his pride and his attraction to you in the current moment he’d finally kissed his teeth a small smirk forming against his lips

“You got it doll” The hood put his hands up in mock surrender as you rolled your eyes his arms slithering around your waist to pull you into his front where you were inches apart no avail for personal space

“You f’give me babe?” You could picture the smirk on his sharp face as he leaned his head into your neck nibbling against your skin while in response you just hummed in return

“Yeah, you mouth off to me again and I’ll do more than give you a slap” You threatened no room for a joke in your voice as the brunette finally lifted from your jugular wrapping an arm around your shoulder protectively forcing you to a few steps before you started walking on your own

That day you walked through the park and took the long way home and the stinging against Dally’s cheek that you would’ve been dead for if it wasn’t you was something he’d remember you by

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[hzllhoundz]

the outsiders x male reader hc !!

Sfw— headcannons don’t except it to be good I’m kinda stupid— feel free to request—also amab / gn pronounsish (no fem terms basically)

DALLY WINSTON - sfw

★ he deff has internalized homophobia (it’s the 60s) he still thinks it’s kinda gross but he loves you and to him that’s surprising he’s Dallas Winston and he doesn’t love anything he got close to you and feels safe

★If Johnny doesn’t like you or somthing he either has to come around to you or your out so be nice to Johnny help protect him and make sure he doesn’t die or anything like that (haha…*sobs*)

★he would probably be toxic ngl very possessive and he likes getting you angry and frustrated would love to fight with you and he doesn’t see anything wrong with you he is also protective and he won’t let you leave him so your stuck

★ super good hugger like bear hugs and he’s good at cooking if he wasn’t all hardened up hed be the best house husband but he stopped cooking and stuff and never cares to clean up (he refuses to do any of this anymore)

★he had a cat once, named her missy when he was younger his folks killed her and he held her a funeral and kissed her forehead before filling the hole with dirt if you have a cat of any kind he’s gonna love it to death, or let him keep one at your place

★he loves how male reader can stick up for himself, he loves it when your angry at him.. it gets him a little excited (wait tell later) even if it’s at him, he doesn’t let up flirting with girls but he won’t cheat on you.. he decided he wanted to stick with y’a the gang thinks your just really close friends you don’t dare tell no body not in talsa Oklahoma in the 60s

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SODAPOP CURTIS - sfw (sorry it’s short I ran out of ideas)

❤︎︎his hands are so soft like so soft despite being a greaser he has like soc skin Darry buys him moisturizer as a gift once and ever sense he’d have like two-bit get (steal) some more him

❤︎︎definition of a golden retriever boyfriend even tho your another boy he doesn’t see a problem (he never thought about homophobia or why it’s be wrong and didn’t pay attention in church like pony said) so when someone judges or a soc calls you guys ‘𝒻𝒶𝑔𝑔ℴ𝓉𝓈��� he gets very confused and Darry or pony have to explain it cus you feel to bad

❤︎︎he thinks your like a woman (not biologically) but like treats you like he would a girlfriend and almost called you a princess once but quickly apologized he baby’s you try’s to open jars for you your like a girlfriend but not a girl if you get what I mean

❤︎︎he dyed his hair once blonde and now he’s a few blonde strands every time he has a little bit of hair dye (like every few months he’s suddenly a little blonder)

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DARRY CUTRIS - sfw

➜ he’s a tough partner he acts like your a nuisance and he’s quite homophobic even to himself he doesn’t mean to be and he loves you but it’s hard for him he’s a cutie truly and his brothers love you which helps him

➜he’s busy working so any time you can help him out with money do so secretly of course he’d hate to be given money by you he’s an independent guy

➜you probably met by working or when he’s running around getting groceries or something help him carry stuff you a strong person 💪 he cooks in the mornings so maybe one day cook for him?

➜hold him when he goes to sleep he’s always so pent up and tired maybe he will finally relax massage him let the tension out (maybe save up for a boxing dummy for him) overall I think he’d cry if you held him tight told him you loved him conformation etc he’d love that

➜ he’s a simple vanilla guy he likes romantic stuff even if he’s always busy let him lay in your lap and play with his hair as you read or something the only ones who know about you two are probably soda, pony, and Johnny who’s around a lot and pony probably told him

➜it’s probably gonna be a forever relationship if not he won’t ever date again he’s the type to say ‘there’s only one person for me’ or when he’s older one of his brothers will have a picture of you two and post it on tt w ‘This was our brother and his bf (your name /last name) find him for us !! And reunite you guys of something 😭

THE END

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NSFW will be next ✨

[b0nebroth]

✧.°₊DALLAS WINSTON X MALE! READER ₊°.✧

Headcanons :3

Pics by @/D8llas on pintrest

FEM DNI!!! Boys only party

Warnings: Little homophobia but not really

My first actual post so pls dont judge if its bad :,D

☆‧° He would be so confused at first

☆‧° Dally had always liked girls, so how come he felt the same things for you? A guy!???

☆‧° Definitely some internalised homophobia

☆‧° BUT, when he got over that stuff and yall start dating he is the sweetest guy EVER!!

☆‧° Obviously you couldn't be all couple-y in public because its one thing being a greaser but being gay AND a greaser?? Hell nahAlso Dally has a rep to keep up; if people knew he liked dudes no one would be scared of him!

☆‧° But, If yall are hanging out in public places he will try to casually swing an arm around your shoulder or he'll give you his jacket or something.

☆‧° However, when you're just hanging out in private he's ALL OVER you. Arm around your waist, head on your shoulder, holding hands; its like a magnet to steel, He just can't keep off!

☆‧° If you're out doing something late at night he'll steal a little kiss :3

☆‧° Dally says he hates sappy songs about love but, when its just you two in his car, driving to nowhere, he LOVES them.

☆‧° Love language is definitely gift giving or acts of service

☆‧° He'll give you little presents every now and then, like a packet of cigarettes or a candy bar

☆‧° Or if you ask him to do something for you like getting the groceries? YES SIR! he is ON IT

☆‧° SUPER jealous if any girl comes remotely close to you

☆‧° Once a girl tried to get your number when you were at work and he stormed out the door (dramatic style) and sat in his car on the verge of tears for an hour

☆‧° Just so dramatic. So. So dramatic.

☆‧° When you told the rest of the gang they were super supportive!! Except Darry and Pony who thought that Dally is just gonna get you in trouble all the time... which is true- but they just want what's best for you!

☆‧° Overall he'd be a good boyfriend :33 and he's definitely a homo.

[parisiterileymoon]

May I please request a dally x reader fic where reader accidentally slashed his tires when reader was actually aiming for tim shepard's?

Dallas Winston x reader

We gettin up to mischief >:)

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You decided to take the opportunity of (yet another) crowded party to slash Tim’s tires. Your only problem? You misfired and hit Dally’s instead. You are royally fucked. You are currently sitting behind a bush, panicking. Right as you summon the balls to emerge from your hidey hole, Dallas Winston walks out to drive somewhere. Fuck. Shit. Oh god. Back to the bush you go. “HEY! the fuck are you doing over there?” You wearily approach your lover. “Hiii Dallas~” “Jesus Christ what did you do?” You step in front of his tire. “Nothing. I just…popped a squat in the bushes” you grinned suspiciously as he pushed you to the side. FUCK. AGAIN. He gestured aggressively to his tire. “WHAT THE FUCK? DID YOU DO THIS?” “I WAS AIMING FOR TIMS CAR” he slaps you upside the head. “Ow! Hey!” “Don’t ‘hey’ me, you slashed my fuckin tires!” You wrap your arms around his neck and lean on him. “Dally it was an accident! I’ll pay for it! I prooomisss” you have decided to play up the cute factor. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans in for a kiss. “I can’t stay mad at you…” he kisses you and takes your wallet out of your back pocket. “Hey what the-“ you grab your back pocket and then turn to dally to try to grab it back. “You said you would pay for the tire.” He runs back inside to use the phone to call some guy he knows at a car shop somewhere.

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I’m SO sorry if I butchered his personality😭 this was really fun to write though. Also sorry it’s short:(, I’m kinda eepy. Constructive criticism is encouraged!

[sethcertified]

「 GREEN IS THE COLOR ! 」 . . . 📂 dally’s version

the outsiders : dallas winston

wrd count : 740

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . dally gets jealous when steve flirts with his boyfriend, [name]

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . dallas winston & male reader

Steve Randle was a name Dally held no ill intent... until now.

Sitting next to Steve and Soda, you laughed and ioked with them under Dallas Winston's seething gaze.

It was a secret that you and Dallas Winston were a couple. A well-kept secret. Nobody knew except who it concerned; [Name] Curtis and Dallas Winston.

The relationship was kept a secret for one reason and one reason only; family. If Darry or Soda learned that you were dating Dally they wouldn't accept it. Dally was a dangerous criminal even if he was their friend, and they just couldn't let you share the same fate.

Dallas was surprisingly okay with this. Sure, he would love for everyone in town to know you were his boy, but for the time being, it was okay with just you and him knowing you were his. At least, until he saw Steve Randle toying with you.

He had spent the time at the diner so far flirting with you, whispering things in your ear, and even sometimes touching your hand or leg which were making Dally about ready to burst with envy.

You were his boy, and Steve didn't have the right to touch you or flirt with you under his watch.

When Dally saw Steve's hand sliding under the table and touching your thigh he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and strode toward where you sat, and yanked you into his arms as he hauled you away from the diner. He could've cared less for the befuddled gaze shared between Soda and Steve, or the way your eyebrows scrunched up in pure disarray.

You yelped at him to slow down while your wrist tingled against the feeling of his enormous, warm hands, "Dally! Stop! Slow down! Please!" He wasn't hurting you. Dally would never hurt you, but the entire showdown made your brain ache with questions.

He pulled you into an alleyway as you turned the corner, and let go of your wrist as his hands trailed to your waist where he finally rested them. You looked at him with dazed eyes and furrowed brows, "What is wrong with you?"

Dally leaned his forehead against the alleyway wall next to your head, "Nothing is wrong with me. Something is wrong with that... That punk."

You shivered at the sound of pure hatred and envy in Dally's voice. He was talking about Steve, no doubt about it. Dally pulled you in closer by your waist as he continued, "He was messing with you. I saw his lips and his hands and... I couldn't take it anymore."

"Oh, Dal. I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do with his hands all over me, and Soda right in front of us. My brain froze. " You reached up to his neck wrapping your hands around the body part trying to soothe his fury.

"What do you have to be sorry for? It was him who messed with you, and I know you would never, and I mean never let him take things too far."

You gave him a soft smile. Dally wasn't one for trusting others. Not after how New York had raised him. He had been through so much, and yet he still trusted you so much to completely and wholly believe in you despite the circumstances.

"You know me so well, Dallas Winston."

"You are my boy, after all."

Dally gave you a toothy grin as you dodged eye contact with him. Oh, how you loved it when Dally called you his boy. And oh, how he loved how shy it made you get.

Dally's grip on your midriff loosened as he slid his hands up to your face, gently cupping your cheeks, "Let's make it known. Me and you. To everyone, but especially to him."

You gave him a small peck on the lips, "It would make me the happiest man alive to make sure that everyone knows I'm yours."

Dally's eyes illuminated with as much joy as they could possibly hold as he gave you one last kiss; soft and slow differing from his usual attitude of doing everything fast and hard.

Ending the embrace with a satisfying kiss was enough to get rid of any thoughts about Steve still lingering and with that, you two walked hand-in-hand to the diner ready to make it known that you were Dally's and Dally's was yours, and nobody would get in between that.

✎ notes . . . yes, this is a repost. tumblr deleted my old acc >:( ﹒⟢ ˚ ⊹ 🌪 ﹒⟢ ˚ ⊹ n.v.

©️ sethcertified 2023

[dallyicious]

Dally/Pony/Johnny bot where theyre kinda realizing that "Oh no I like this boy" Kinda that yearning for someone who they cant be with?--cough brokeback mountain type shit cough--

embracing the 1960s with this request fs -🥛🚹

𝘽𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙤 <3 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 ↴

🚬 | Can’t be with (REQ) - Dally

🗡️ | Can’t be with (REQ) - Johnny

🐴 | Can’t be with (REQ) - Ponyboy

[zooblephooey]

domination

[Dallas Winston x male reader] [blow job, hand jobs, needy Dallas, movie!Dallas, dom reader]

Lowkey might start posting my writing

this is HEAVILY inspired from a Johnny x Dally fic from ao3 but i can't find it :(

Dallas strolled down the street, hands in his pockets. He occasionally glanced around, searching for a certain someone.

You. 

Dally made his way to one of your more frequented hangouts, the DX where Sodapop and Stevie worked. Dallas pulled open the door, a bell ringing.

Sodapop was sitting behind the corner, drinking from a bottle. He had bruises littering his jaw and neck. He stood when Dallas entered, "Hey!" Soda greeted.

"Hey. Y/N here?" Dally leaned against the counter, fiddling with a knife in his pocket. "Yeah. He's out workin' with Steve. You know, in the back."

"Great. Think he's busy?" Dallas asked. "Never enough for you." Sodapop winked. Dally chuckled, "Shut up kid." Soda stuck out his tongue as Dallas walked to the back.

Dally pushed open the door, a smirk dancing on his lips as he spotted you. You were talking with Steve Randle as he threw trash out. You let out a yelp as Dally rushed behind you, lifting you from the ground.

You thrashed in your lover's grasp, unaware of who it was. Steve had ducked out of your sight and you began to fumble to grasp your knife from your pocket. You let out a soft sob as you dropped your knife to the ground, instead forcing Dally's arm close enough to your mouth to bite down hard.

Dallas released you, and let out a grunt. "Kid, it's me," Dallas puffed. You turned, laying a hard punch onto the older man's face. "Fuck off! Why'd you do that?" You shouted, picking up your knife from the concrete.

Dallas gripped his jaw as Steve came out laughing from behind the dumpster. "Jeez, Y/N! Nice hit." Steve held up his hand to highfive you.

"Damnit, Dallas." You sighed, ignoring Steve. He lowered his hand, stepping around you both and heading inside.

Dally slouched, "Sorry. I should'a known better." You rolled your eyes. "It's okay. Sorry for the punch." Dally looked up, grinning slightly. "It was a good'n, no worries."

Dallas laughed as you hugged him, gently wrapping his arms around you. "I hate'cha so much, Dal." You chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. You wanna go home?" Dallas swayed you both back and forth. "Mhm. Were ya looking for me?"

"A little." He admitted, releasing you. "Why? You horny?" You teased, watching as his face flushed red. "You make me sound like a pervert, kid." He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and taking a slow drag. You couldn't help but be turned on when he blew the smoke out his nose, offering you the cigarette.

"You have a place in mind?" You asked, taking the cancer stick. You took a drag, watching Dallas think. "Your place?" He asked. "Nah. My folks are home. They see me with a boy and they'll put a bullet through my head."

How about yours?" You handed the cig back, and Dally nodded. "My pop ain't never home. You ready to go?"

You nodded, and Dallas led the way out through the store.

Dally and you made small talk on the way to his house, and luckily didn't run into any socs. You arrived at the ravenette's house, and he led you into the kitchen before checking to see if his dad was home. When you asked, he just responded with "He shows up sometimes."

Dallas led you to his room, and you sat down on his bed, smoothing your hand over his sheets.

Dally sat down beside you, licking the shell of your ear. You giggled, twisting and capturing his lips on yours.

You pulled back, leaning your head against Dallas' chest. You unbuttoned and unzipped Dally's jeans, tugging them off. Dallas pushed you onto your back, licking your neck.

You gripped his shoulders, rolling the two of you over on his bed. "What're you doin', Y/N?" He whispered, threading a hand into your hair. You straddled his lap, nipping at his jaw.

Dallas wasn't used to this, especially not from you. He'd always been the one marking you. You sucked on a spot below his jaw, and Dally felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. He let out a groan, biting his lip as he controlled the strong urge to cum right then and there.

"What do you mean?" You whispered, nipping the same spot and pulling another groan from him. "I dunno man, you're…. assertive. Not used to you being like that." You sat up, meeting his eyes. You crawled closer to him, settling directly above his bulge. You rocked your hips, leaning and whispering into his ear, "Is that okay? Me being assertive, I mean."

Dallas felt his mouth run dry. When the hell did you gain this confidence, and why was it turning him on so much? God, he nearly started babbling like a baby as you moved your hips against his. He couldn't just let you take over, Dallas had to be in control, he craved control. Doesn't matter what aspect of life he's referring to. But the way you were talking to him, and treating him was so new and refreshing and hot and he just wanted to see how this was going to end. 

"Yeah, Y/N, yeah it's okay."

You pressed your lips together with his, before attacking his neck. Dallas let out a small sigh as you backed off enough to take both his and your shirts off.

You leaned over, leaving kisses and hickeys over his chest, down his happy trail and to the hem of his boxer briefs. You glanced up at Dallas, with his hands fisting in the sheets and his brows furrowed.

"You like that, huh Dal?" You bit down on the inside of his thigh, and he let out a breathy moan. "Can I take these off?" You asked gently, and Dally nodded quickly. He sat up, moving to the headboard and helping you get his boxers off.

"Y/N, you're gonna kill me here. Please do so- holy fuck." Dallas let out a loud groan as you licked a stripe up his erection. He'd never received head before. Yeah, He'd bumped uglies with a couple of hot chicks at Buck's place, but whenever he'd ask they'd always reject him.

You hovered over his hard on, letting your drool gather on his tip. Dally's legs bent and wrapped around you, and you gripped his hips. You wrapped your fist loosely around his erection, leaning over and swirling your tongue over his tip.

"Holy-ly shit, kid, that's good." He stammered, lacing his fingers into your hair. It took everything he had not to shout at you to just hurry up and let him cum, and he instead rocked his hips gently.

You wrapped your lips around his shaft, slowly lowering your head until you began to gag around him. You heard Dallas whimper above you, "Please, Y/N," he whispered, and let out a startled moan when you began to jerk him off while bobbing your head on his erection.

You scooted up slightly for a better angle, and in the process shifted yourself in your pants. You moaned at how tight they were against your almost painfully hard erection. Your moan rumbled against Dallas' dick and he looked down, biting his lip as you palmed yourself while sucking his dick.

"Get up here, kid." He gruffed, lifting you by the hair. You panted deeply, drool dribbling off your chin. He helped you out of both your jeans and boxers.

You crawled into his lap, and grasped both of your erections and began pumping them together. Dallas moaned, leaning his head against your shoulder.

"I'm gonna, holy shit, fuck, oh Dal.." you threw your head back, thrusting into your hand. "I love you, Dally, holy fuck," you panted, and that pushed Dallas over the edge as he puffed out your name. You whimpered, legs trembling around Dally's as you came hard, biting your lip.

Your breath steadied as you and Dally sat in your own sweat and cum. "Wait," Dally panted. "Hm?" You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Kid, you love me?" He whispered. You giggled a little. "I'm pretty sure I do, Dal. Ain't it obvious?" He looked at you with an odd smile, chuckling. "Guess so." He agreed.

You didn't bother pressing on if he loved you, that would take some time for him to come to terms with if this carried on. 

You peeled yourself from him, using a towel to clean yourself off. You tossed the towel to Dallas, laying back down on the bed.

"Thanks, kid." he whispered as he chucked the towel to the floor. "For hm?" You rolled onto your side, gazing at him.

"Making me jizz so hard my toes are tingling." He chuckled, looking away. You laughed.

"I think I love you too." He pulled your head into his lap, playing with your hair. "Yeah? You think so?"

"Mhm." He pressed a kiss to your lips.

feel free to give advice cuz uhh ain't written in a bit b4 this

[callforspiderboy]

The Outsiders Masterlist

Greaser's

"Why are you hanging around with us?"|| Greaser's × No reader gender

Summary:Ponyboy doesn't understand why you hang out with them, did you consider yourself a greaser? Do others consider you a greaser? If glitter in your hair and a thug face made you a greaser, you wouldn't be one, maybe you'd be something else.

Dally Winston

Coming soon...

Johnny Cade

Coming soon

Ponyboy Curtis

Coming soon...

[m4sonn]

⋆୨୧˚The Outsiders greaser Gang x Hyperfem!reader˚୨୧⋆

Thanks to my friend @peachyponyboyy and the anon who recommended this for this story!!

ponyboy:

> doesn’t mind that you’re feminine

> genuinely doesn’t care what you wear as long as you like him back and aren’t a shit person

> if you’re a boy he’s terrified that you’re gonna get jumped so he protects you with his life, it’s Oklahoma in the 60’s I don’t imagine they’re very accepting about two gay guys and a guy who wears skirts

> he hates the way makeup feels on his face but he’ll (begrudgingly) let you practice on him every once in a while after a bit of begging and whining

> would genuinely rather kill himself than wear anything feminine

> draws you a lot, if you sew/make your own clothes he makes you outfit designs he thinks would look good on you

> likes to help styling hair and encourages you to try new things (like dye and new cuts and styles etc)

> if you’re a guy he was probably scared to introduce you to his friends and brothers in fear of them judging him and you but they didn’t mind you

> calls you “baby” and “honey”

Sodapop:

> likes more feminine people

> likes helping you choose outfits

> if you ask him for help choosing a shade he’ll ask questions like what are you wearing, how are you doing your hair, what vibe are you going for etc to make sure he chooses the best choice

> helps style your hair for you

> jokes around and lets you do makeup on him and even tries on fem clothes with you sometimes at stores

> constant shower of compliments

> talks about you like he talks about sandy in the movie

> 100/10 waist hugger, hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder or back of your head

> introduced you to his friends right when you two met but introduced you as a friend and then reintroduced you as his gf/bf later when you two started dating

> calls you “cutie”, “sweet boy/girl”, “sweet pea” or “baby boy/girl” (cringe I know)

Darry:

> doesn’t mind it

> type of guy to remind you to close your legs when you’re sitting down

> makes sure your skirt doesn’t ride up too much while out in public/tells you if you don’t notice

> hates the feeling of lip gloss but is willing to get some on his lips to kiss you

> kisses your hand a lot all gentleman like

> you were probably more scared than him to meet his gang and brothers (by more scared I mean that he was totally chill abt it), he just kind of brought you along one time just randomly to a group hang out and they were just chill abt it.

> calls you “sweetie”, “honeybun”, or “peaches” (I hc his favorite fruits as peaches)

Dally:

> usually dates fem people only so you’re right up his alley (sorry mascs, he’s only for the fems‼️‼️)

> mainly only dated girls

> likes to take you shopping with the little spare money he has

> likes to see you try on clothes cause it just makes you look so happy

> adamant that he’s straight (he’s not) and if he dates a guy he says that you’re “close enough” and that it isn’t gay. He doesn’t realize how much this hurts you and only realized how this made you feel after Johnny and pony pulled him off to the side to talk to him about it cause they realized how you always got quiet and awkward after he said that

> likes his partners a bit nerdy but still confident so if you’re a dude who’s confident enough to be feminine in public but is still a little shy and has those nerd glasses he’s ALL OVER YOU‼️‼️

> probably puts his hand on your thigh under your skirt while sitting next to you

> whenever you bend over he’ll slap your ass

> likes to take you out and show you off to his friends, right off the bat when you started dating he went to his friends to show off his new partner

> calls you “pretty boy/girl”, “doll”, or “doll face”

Johnny:

> loves you for who you are and not how you dress

> constantly telling you how cute your outfits are on you

> like pony if you’re a boy he’s terrified of you being jumped for being a feminine gay guy and protects you with his life, gives you a switchblade just in case, even if both of you know you’d never use it.

> waist grabber/hugger and no one can change my mind, when you’re wearing a tighter top that shows off your waist is when he does it most

> goes feral when you wear a shorter skirt

> I don’t imagine his mom to be a very feminine person other than meeting pony boy’s mom so you are like the only feminine person he’s really ever talked to so he knows nothing about how to help with outfits or makeup etc but tries his best to help with whatever

> was trying to grab a makeup pallets for you and he dropped it and broke it and cried while apologizing

> was pretty scared to introduce you to the gang (especially if ur a boy) but he told Dallas first and helped him introduce you to the gang after reassuring both of you they’d love you (they adored you and loved that Johnny finally found someone)

> calls you “sweetie”, “darling”, or “my beautiful amazing pretty amazing most perfectest bestest boy/girlfriend (yes he would call you this)”

Two-Bit:

> usually likes more fem lovers so he doesn’t mind you being fem

> If it’s modern day he yells gyatt at you and slaps your ass when you bend over ☹️☹️

> let’s you do his makeup and sometimes his sister joins in and you two either actually do his makeup or you just smear a bunch of products in his face

> his mom and sister LOVE YOU.

> when he brought you home his sister was all over you, enjoying having another feminine person in the house other than her mom cause two bit is “a nasty stinky and unhygienic boy” and she’s “glad to know that he finally has someone who might be able to get him to straighten up a bit and stop being so gross. And maybe you can even help that drinking problem of his.”

> you cackled after she said this but two bit didn’t take it as well and chased her around the house 💞💞

> he was so excited to introduce you to the gang, right when the two of you started dating he wanted to introduce you to them but he let you choose when, they loved you :3

> calls you “babe”, “baby”, “cutie”, and “sweet cheeks” (ur literally the Minnie to two bit’s Mickey)

Steve:

> doesn’t mind that you’re feminine

> he’s gay, only dates dudes, sorry girls 😋😋😋

> doesn’t know anything about fem clothes n stuff cause he grew up with only his dad but he tries his best :///

> When you guys go to watch bull fights or drag races he totally lets you sit on his lap, he could NOT care less if people are staring.

> likes to take you to drag races and even lets you be in the car with him when he’s in one

> likes to show you off, flexes how he managed to get such a pretty bf

> touchy asf

> was scared to introduce you to his dad but he did eventually, his dad was confused (“so that’s not a girl??”, “wait so what you’re tellin’ me is yur’ one of them queers??”) and physically could not bring himself to believe you were a boy because you’re so fem, but accepts you two

> he yaps to the gang abt you, like never shuts the fuck up and it annoys the hell out of them

> introduced you to them immediately

> calls you “darling”, “my love”, or “babe/baby”

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭

pairing(s): Dallas Winston x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x greaser!reader

summary: you thought it would help, the calming feeling of your smokes but instead it makes in worst and Dallas helps in his own Dallas Winston way

word count: 950+

request: could i request something for dallas winston? reader and dallas smoking weed together and maybe reader greens out and he’s there to comfort them while also being high as fuck —@jokersscarrd

warning(s): marajomama, under the influence, underage smoking, anxiety/panic attack were gonna ignore how mental health wasn’t really a thing back then bc no, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n: —GIFs: @obsessed-artist & @pelopides— I’m getting to request slowly but surely also the GIFs don’t determine race they’re just inspo

You didn’t smoke cigarettes.

So every time someone offered you one out of the carton looking box you politely declined they burned your throat, the smell was un-washable, it suffocated you. After a while people around your hood learned to stop offering unless you were asking

When you needed the burn, when you needed to suffocate.

You did however smoke pot it helped you relax and it benefited your anxiety which is why you should walking away from your childhood home now a rolled joint in between your finger tips flicking the silver zippo lighter with different swirls and engravings that Dally had gotten you for your birthday when you were fourteen

Fourteen and smoking pot the memories flashed your mind occasionally You’re head was fuzzy like Tv static and you usually when you inhaled the smoke it cleared your mind now it just blurred your vision further as you walked along the streets of Tulsa

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and your reaction usually was to clutch your switchblade but you were just stuck you thought about Ponyboy and wondered was this what it was like when he ‘didn’t use his head’ as Darry claimed

“Y/n what’s your problem stupid!? Oh doll, what’s- what’s the matter?” Dally stated a little softer your eyes were filled with tears and were red he couldn’t tell if it was from you joint or the tears

You didn’t respond instead you looked at him like he was a void it seemed you were looking through him rather than at him and he cursed under his break before throwing his long arm over your shoulder and walked you down the street as if he was shielding your body with his

💌💌💌💌

Dally pulled you into his room locking the door behind him as he tried not to go wreck the whole part Buck was throwing downstairs the music muffled traveled through the thin walls

“Will you light one with me?” You whispered clouds of smoke comforting over his room like blanket as the rolled paper hung loosely from your lips and the brunette scoffed before snatching the smoke and putting it between his own taking in a deep inhale

“What’s tha’ matter with you?” The juvenile delinquent questioned you again as you sat on the end of his bed his New York accent a little thicker than the one he acquired from Tulsa and suddenly the room was too stuffy the smoke burned your lungs and suffocated you like a cigarette

Dallas noticed your heavy breathing and stretched his arm out towards you offering back your smoke and you nudged his hand away from you line of view not noticing as he stubbed it out in the glass ashtray on the worn down wooden nightstand next to the head of his bed

The brunette lied a hand on your shoulder before you were shooting up out of you seat it looked like you were shedding your damn skin he thought rushing to stand less than a few meters away from you

“Deep breathes doll c’mon, you’re not there. It’s over, it’s done, forget about it.” His voice that usually comforted you scratched your skin the wrong way it sounded like nails on a chalkboard as you reminisced on your time and New York

What you sawn, what you been around, what you went through.

“But it’s difficult don’t you understand!? It is difficult.” Your voice raised as you pulled away from his grasp clutching yourself when had he even touched you?

“I didn’t want it to happen but it happened and now- DON’T YOU COME ANY CLOSER” You screeched as Dally took a step towards you not letting your screaming shy him away from you as much as you wanted it to

“Y/n it’s me” He stated firmly trying to get you to Lock eyes with him but you eyes were wild and frantic like a scared cornered animal darting everywhere but him

“Don’t you understand you disgust me!? I CANT STAND YOU TOUCHING ME” You screamed beginning to tug at you hair before Dallas wrapped an arm around your waist firmly as you squirmed and struggled against his grasp the other arm going to cover your hands forcing your fingers open to let go of your hair

“You’re alright, you’re fine. I know doll, I know.” The hood muttered into the crown of your head before pressing a quick comfort kiss on the surface letting you hit at his chest and sob into his sleeve until you finally came down from his high and let your body unknowingly fall limp as he held you up without a struggle walking you both to the small twin bed

You were in his arms as he sat up against the cheap headboard of the small cushion rubbing his cool hands over your warm body grounding you like he always did

“There’s so much I wanna say, but I don’t know where to start.” You whispered carefully your breath caught in your throat before it finally was released and Dally hummed in acknowledgement before reaching over to the small table by his side grabbing the once discarded joint from the dusty glass ashtray in between his fingertips

“Well, we better get to it huh?” He stated quietly lighting the rolled paper until smoke settled in his lungs when he inhaled he made sure to blow it out of your face or rather the back of your head as your back sat against his chest You let out a breathe before the smoking drug was in you view and this time you took it

This time it didn’t burn nor suffocate you

[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

[ratboyrecall]

Tenth Post - After putting this off a bunch of times, having a dilemma as to how the make this, and then going completely oblivious to the fact I did not post this, I am finally giving you a story. Now then. Without further ado, I present to you chapter 3!

Worlds Apart Will Soon Collide: Part 3

We had finished the milkshakes, a couple other people showing up after.

One of them came up to me, introducing himself as Sodapop. Sodapop seemed like an enjoyable person, cracking jokes alongside Two-Bit.

To be honest, both had rather curious names so of course, I had to ask.

Sodapop was easily up for it, as he said it was his real name. His ease soon grew into embarrassment as the others started to tease him for it. Eventually, Ponyboy got the other two to calm down.

Two-Bit on the other hand wasn't so keen on sharing whether or not it was his real name; therefore, I just gave up.

Eventually, the other introduced himself, his gruff voice seeming to echo in my mind as if he were some wise elder figure from a movie. This man introduced himself as Darry, Soda and Pony's older brother.

The joy that came from the group messing around with each other was indescribable. Mainly because it was one I had forgotten even existed amongst people. Honestly, the feeling was refreshing.

Later on, the Curtis brothers left, leaving me with Dally and Two-Bit. There was a bit of a light atmosphere as well as a discussion but eventually, the latter left.

So there sat me and the most stubborn man out of this group I've met so far. The only noise present was the voices of others and a clinking that came from Dally tapping his milkshake. We stayed silent until finally, I couldn't take enough of the awkward stress running through my blood.

"So... Is there anything you want to say?"

Dally looked up from his shake, a look of confusion on his face.

"Are you talking to me?..."

With a sigh, I nodded.

"No one else I know is here anymore..."

A grin suddenly made an appearance on his face as he took his thumb and ran it across his lips.

"Huh... The more I think about it, you're more feisty than any of the girls I've tried picking up. Got an attitude to ya. It's sorta funny you have more sass to ya than an eighth year old spoiled girl. Anyway, if yer askin' about our sleepover and if it has any rules, there ain't nothin' to worry about. You just... gotta keep yourself though."

I could help but raise an eyebrow at this peculiar set of words.

"So first, there were no rules. But you then give one?... That was like adding a "but" to that sentence. Just practically cancels out the part before that."

There came a scoff from Dally as he murdered the words smart-ass under his breath. The comment got me to smile, even if it bugged me a little.

"Look, when I tell you not to go snoopin' round, I mean it. My type ain't exactly forgiving when it comes to getting in somethin' yer not 'pose to, you got that?"

There was no chance I could hold off my sudden fit of giggling with what just went on. Dally looking all serious with his choppy grammar was simply making me weak.

"My god- You sure are hilarious... That accent... And who even is your type anyways? Not only that but are you talking about groups you hang out with or the females you choose when you say "your type"? If it's the first one, know I can take on a few females. Besides, it's rude to just keep me awake listening to something like that. I'd rather sleep in a box if you're gonna bring girls over tonight."

Dally growled, looking around before grabbing me by the collar.

"How 'bout you shut your mouth, wise guy. I wasn't talking about girls, I was talkin' about the people I crash with. And unless you want your brains blown out on their pavement, shut your yap- I'm just trying to keep ya from trouble."

As much fun as it would've been provoking Dallas, I decided to give it up, tired of his snappy attitude. Taking a glance at my empty milkshake cup, I shrugged.

"Fine. If you're trying to do something nice, I won't bug you about it. All I want to know is what I shouldn't do so neither of us get in trouble. I don't want to be kicked out of another house by someone's folks."

Dally raised a brow, looking at me funny.

"I thought I told you. Or at least one of the others did."

"Told what?"

"I don't live with my folks. I share a place with one of my buds. Well, more like acquaintance or whatever the word that Ponyboy kid uses to describe people you talk to. I don't really like him because he's annoying at time and doesn't know when he should keep his ass out conversations or such but he is decent company. That and he has a place to crash at so I stay with him. For now, at least."

My mind traveled, sending it's many cars down the paths of thought. On one hand, it was a place to sleep until things rolled over. Sleeping was all that needed to be done there because it was somewhat easy to continue living outside of someplace, especially with school. But on the other, there were still chances that could let me run into the other occupant, something I didn't want. Now I see what Dally didn't want happening.

What if that other man was some pervert or criminal? At any point in time, he could stab me or walk in on me in the shower. That's a thought I couldn't help but shiver at.

Dally seemed to take notice as he gave me a glance of confusion.

"Well, it's sounds okay but before we go, could we get some fries? They're something no one can mess up and I'm feeling a little bit hungry."

With a sigh, he looked around the diner.

"That'd just take up more money from me..."

I couldn't help but snicker while questioning him.

"You act like I'm a black hole sucking up your money and yet you're still getting those fries? I'm starting to believe what you say is the opposite of what you mean."

I only got a groan in response as he flagged down a waitress.

Once we received the "meal," we got up and started the journey to his place.

[parisiterileymoon]

I might start writing for the outsiders, prepare yourself for some period accurate homophobia

[sethcertified]

「 GREEN IS THE COLOR ! 」 . . . 📁 [name’s] version

the outsiders : dallas winston

wrd count : 1.3k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] gets jealous when he witnesses dally flirting with a pretty, redhead girl

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . dallas winston & male reader

Dallas Winston was a flirt. That was an undeniable fact. I was aware of this fact when we started dating. Maybe going along with him despite knowing this made me stupid. Maybe it just meant I was in love. Maybe it meant both.

I had seen him run his mouth before to all types of girls; greasers and socs and hoods alike, but I never had any fears of him cheating on me.

Even now as he chatted up some redhead I had no fears of him cheating on me; just crippling jealousy.

She was a real pretty gal, and I could see why Dally had decided to make her his target of attraction for the night. She was practically any guy's wet dream.

Cherry was her name. Suiting with her long, silky mop of dark red hair. I had my doubts if her hair color was real with the vibrancy and youth of the color, but hearing the same wonder leave Dally's mouth in such a crude manner made me gag at even considering the thought.

My foot bounced against the ground as I remembered the scene that happened a few moments ago. More specifically I remembered the words he uttered to her.

"Are you a real redhead?

But that was just the start of it. The way he got close to her as he spoke was the first bubble of envy to boil up in the pit of my stomach. Even the way he drew out the words as he spoke to the gorgeous girl fueled my ever-so-growing jealousy.

I knew his charm was working on her too as the scene played before my very eyes. The way she giggled and tried to hold back the smile as he flirted with her was telling.

"How can I find out if it's your real red hair?"

His fingers twirled the said hair around, and my fingers gripped the metal seat roughly.

"Is this the same red hair that you have-" Dally pointed down at the girl's crotch before his pointed finger up to her face, "on these eyebrows, too?"

A deep frown covered my face. They looked good together. Better looking than Dally and I for sure. These thoughts were clouding my mind as second after second passed. With a shake of my head, I stood up from my seat next to Johnny and left the destination of my friends, and the soc girls entertaining them.

I wasn't sure where I was going, but | was sure it had to be far away from them. Small feelings of guilt built up in me for abandoning my brother Ponyboy, but he had Johnny to keep him company. I just couldn't bare to see the flirting fiasco between Cherry and Dally.

And that's how I got here; against a rackety, old fence while my mind danced with entanglements of Cherry and Dally. The reasonable option was for me to go home, and pass out on the couch, so I didn't have to deal with my relationship troubles, but my yearning for Dally to find me and rid me of this envy trumped my logical thinking.

The ground was rough, and the sky was painted with billions of stars. As embarrassing as it was those things were my only source of company as the hands-on my watch flew by in a circular motion. The sight of my watch was just making me feel shittier as the minutes flew by.

Standing up with a shove against the old, beat-up fence I began to tromp away from the drive in movie theater. Dally wasn't coming to be my Prince Charming and save the day no matter how long I waited for him, so what was the point in waiting any longer?

My fingers trailed across the lining of the fence dragging against my movements trying to distract me from my troublesome thoughts. All wanted was to get home as soon as possible and then cry myself to sleep.

"[Namel!"

My name? I turned in the direction of the shout with a small boost in my mood. Maybe Dally did come for me after all?

My dream was proven true as I caught sight of a sprinting denim-clad Dallas Winston. His hair flopped and flew against the wind as he dashed straight at me.

Dally's large hands held my shoulders like they were his lifeline as he caught his breath trying to soothe his aching abdomen from the run,

"What-what are you doing?"

"Walking home? Did you run the whole time trying to find me? You're sweating like a pig!"

"Only for you, sweetheart."

"Oh, please," I rolled my eyes at his cheeky words.

Dally recovered from his hunched-over position and was analyzing me with his dark, firey eyes. I didn't dare to make eye contact with him. One of the reasons I fell for the dangerous boy was his ability to read me with just a split second of eye contact. I was well aware that if he saw the look of envy in my eyes he would connect the dots in mere seconds.

"God, man. You gave me one big scare back there. How many times do we have to get it through you Curtis brothers' heads that walking alone is dangerous for guys like us!"

"Dally, please save the lecture for another time.

I'm going home no matter what. I don't care what those Socs do to me on the way."

"Don't be stupid! You saw what they did to Johnny."

We shared a hard look at the mention of Johnny's recent attack. He was jumped by a group of Socs, and since he was a total recluse only really speaking with Ponyboy or Dally.

"You're right. I'm sorry." | looked down at my feet as I anxiously awaited his response. Dally wiped the sweat off his brow, "It's fine. Just don't do it again, man. The boys and I were worried about you."

"Speaking of the boys where's Johnny and Ponyboy?"

"They left with those socs girls. Johnny told me to back off from them. Can you believe it? Johnnycakes telling me to back off!"

Did Johnny notice my departure? Johnny was pretty observant... I gave the quiet boy an internal thank you. Without him, Dally wouldn't have come to find me, "You need to give Johnny more credit, Dal. He has his moments.”

Dally stuffed his hands in his pockets as we began walling in unison. As much as I should've been upset or mad at the man; his presence was a blessing to be around.

"Yeah, he does. Johnny's a good kid, you know.

Him and Ponyboy." Dally turned to me with a smirk, "Pony gets it from you."

A small smile placed itself on my lips, "You are such a smooth talker."

Dallas interlocked our hands as he stopped our walking movements, "Johnny saw you leave earlier. Think it's why he told me to back off."

I blinked at Dally unsure of where this conversation was going. He continued, "That redhead girl? She meant nothing to me. As bullshit as it sounds coming from a guy like me, you're the only one for me. You're my boy."

"Really?"

I smiled bashfully at Dally. His usual hard demeanor was gone, and I could feel myself falling in love with him all over again. Dallas Winston was not one for apologies, yet he could push past his pride and be vulnerable with me just to give my envy a break.

"Really."

I gripped our interlocked hands tighter as I leaned in for a kiss. Our foreheads touched as our lips danced together in a slow, stubborn waltz of forgiveness and understanding.

Our breathing mingled as we pulled apart. His breath tainted mine with the taste of Coca-Cola. Cherry would never get to enjoy the taste of Dallas Winston and his Coca-Cola lips and as petty as that made me I was more than glad to embrace that fact.

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