#dally imagine

[ambrozjas]

hiiii could i request sfw sleeping w/ dallas or just relaxing w him in bed 😛

“can you, like, crank your body temperature lower? you’re like a fuckin’ furnace.” a thick new york accent hit your ears, an accent that could belong to someone no other than dallas winston. despite his snarky comments and jabs, he had you snug against his side with an arm wrapped around you and his head turned to the side, his one act of compliance. he knew you hated when he blew smoke in your face.

“i’m not a robot, dal.” you stated calmly, your eyes still closed as you didn’t feel him stiffen under you. if he really had a problem with it, he would’ve shoved you off a while ago.

he simply huffed. you hummed as it got quiet for a bit, the only noise radiating off of the small television in the front of your room as it played an old recording of ‘the andy griffith show’, which dallas only sat through because you liked it so much.

even though he had claimed to hate the show, it never failed to have him sat in front of the tv with his eyes glued to the screen. he claimed it was because, “there’s nothin’ to do ‘round here” but you knew dally. that was just a ruse, another way of accepting a part of you into his life slowly but surely, breaking down the walls he had so carefully placed after sylvia had penetrated them with her unfaithful behavior.

dallas always had an itch, an itch he could never scratch. he wasn’t sure what for or how this itch developed. all he knew was that he needed to scratch it. one way to look at it is; just like someone who couldn’t put sunscreen on their back, dallas could never reach this itch. no matter how much he smoked or stole or got thrown in the cooler, he could never scratch it.

dally could also never shut up.

“at least change this thing? i can’t stand watching—“

you groaned and flipped over out of his grasp, covering your ears and returning back to your fetal position as he chuckled. dallas liked making you tick. it was like a dog cocking its head at a strange noise, he watched you with intense eyes as he studied your facial expressions. dal always took mental notes, even if you didn’t think he did.

dallas leaned back against the assortment of pillows you had displayed on your bed, eyes still glued to you and a smile still evident on his face. maybe you could scratch this itch that dallas always craves to scratch, maybe you can complete the empty space that remained in him. maybe he’d actually give you a chance, he thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ stip because why do i always add these metaphors that don’t maje sense in my writng

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[cranberrv]

thunder

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston loses his temper

( a/n : HIII im sorry if this wasnt ur vision but i dont think dallas is one for big apologies so i kinda focused on the arguement more than the apology hope that’s ok… also toxic dallas alert sorry if that isnt ur scene!! also not proofread but hope u cuties enjoy )

it was a late night in mid-summer, and you and dallas were on the porch on the curtis brothers house. he wanted to go out for a smoke, and dragged you along. you were wearing his leather jacket, it was a windy night and you were getting chilly. dallas had goosebumps along his arms.

“are you sure you don’t want it back, dal?” you ask him, insisting on giving him his jacket back.

“nah, sugar, don’t want ya freezin’ to death out here,” he answers, taking a drag of his cigarette as he looks out at the empty street.

“i’ll just go inside, though, so you don’t get hypothermia or something..” you insist, but he grabs your hand and stops you.

“you’re fine, baby, stay with me.” you look up at him and nod, squeezing his hand a bit tighter.

you stand outside for a little while longer. it feels so peaceful standing there with him. his hand that’s rough and dangerous from the punches it throws is enveloping yours in a sweet gentleness shown only with you. his cigarette smoke becoming a mock mist that calms you both down. his deep breathes that are only heard because of how quiet it is.

nothing could ruin this moment.

you felt it was a good time to say the three words. not like you hadn’t said them before — it’s been a year since you’ve started dating, and you’ve both adored each other from the very start. but dallas got funny when you told him what he already knew. tonight would be different, you thought.

“.. i love ya, dal,” you say softly after a few moments of quiet. it felt casual — exactly what he would have wanted. but maybe not casual enough, because there was a short silence following your words.

eventually, he speaks. “i know ya do, sugar.”

you sigh. why is it that he could never stand to say it back?

he catches your sigh. of course he knows what you’re sighing about — he knows you all too well. he chooses not to act on it, not to apologize, not to say anything. he doesn’t want to fight with you. he just takes a drag of his cigarette and plays innocent.

“it would be nice to know that you loved me too, dallas,” you eventually say.

“oh c’mon,” another drag of his cigarette. “you ain’t an idiot, you know i do.”

“do i? i can’t remember one time you’ve said ‘i love you’ to me,” you cross your arms and look up at him.

“this isn’t somethin’ to get pressed on, y/n, the boys are inside and the windows are open,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to stop talking, to pretend like you’re okay. all because he doesn’t want his friends to hear. “and i have said it, baby, you’re just forgetting or somethin’.”

“you have not, i would remember if you have,” you counter, shoving his hand off of you. “i don’t want to argue, dallas, i really don’t—“

“too damn bad, y/n, because you’re sayin’ that i don’t love you, and we both know that ain’t true,”

“then say it.”

“..what?”

“you heard me,” you say. “it has been a whole year of us dating, and you’re never ready to say that you love me,” you raise your voice to get your point across.

“christ, y/n, you’re difficult, huh?” he groans. “it ain’t a big deal, don’t go throwing a tantrum.”

“i’m difficult? dallas, i don’t know if you get how a relationship works, but at this point, you either love me, or you’re done with me. there is no middle ground after this long together.”

“you’re fuckin’ crazy, i know how a relationship works, and i ain’t done with you. don’t go stickin’ words in my mouth,” his voice is raising, too.

“if you’re not done with me, then you love me.” you say, in a desperate attempt to get him to say the three words. you almost want to beg. “it hurts, dallas, that i don’t get that reassurance, that i leave our dates with my words hanging in the air, waiting for a reply,”

he groans. “you know that i do, so what’s the fuckin’ point?”

“you’re unbelievable.”

he scoffs, his voice raising. not quite yelling, but definitely not talking. “holy fuck, you know that i love you, man, so quit bein’ such a bitch!”

the crease in your eyebrow drops as he says that. “don’t call me that,”

“c’mon, man, you’re acting like a fuckin’ lunatic trying to get me to admit somethin’ that i’ve already admitted,” he says, voice still raised. “take a deep breath, maybe get a glass of water, and come back to me once you’re normal again.”

you scoff. “because i’m expressing my feelings, suddenly i’m a lunatic? because i’m not like your old girls, and i actually strive for a healthy relationship, i’m not normal?”

“you’re freakin’ out because i didn’t say it back once, of course i think you’re going crazy.”

“i’m ‘freaking out’ because it’s been a year of ‘thank you’ and ‘i know’ whenever i tell you i love you,”

“you’re being a dumbass, y/n, you know i—“ he cuts himself off, sighing and taking a step back. “fine, man, whatever, you win. go inside and call bucks when you’ve cooled off, i’m goin’ home,”

when he walks past you, the air is thick and unwelcoming. you don’t even bother getting the last word, dreading the fact that he might turn back and lose his shit if you do. he mutters something incoherent under his breath, and walks down the creeky front porch steps, into the dead of night.

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of course, you don’t call bucks. why would you? just so buck can tell you that dallas isn’t there, when in reality he just doesn’t want to talk to you? just so suddenly you’re bending to his will, and he’s getting his way once again? you don’t think so.

dallas does this a lot — whenver you two fight, even if it’s a small one, he needs time to cool off. sometimes it’s a couple hours, sometimes it’s a day. it’s never stretched longer, until now. it’s been three torturous days of waiting for a grand gesture, an apology, anything.

the next day at school, you’re walking through the parking lot during your lunch break, talking to cherry valance and marcia about what happened between you and dallas. they say a lot of “told you so” and “that’s dallas for you”, and you can’t say they’re wrong. they warned you about him, and his reputation for being so short-tempered and stubborn.

the sound of an engine roars behind you, and you and your friends turn your heads to see who is making the noise. it’s a 1957 red thunderbird, you recognize it as buck merrill’s.

“that must be dal’s friend, buck,” you whisper to your friends. “but why would buck be here?”

“he’s a greaser, he’s probably like, 5 grades behind and coming here begging for another shot at graduation,” randy, marcia’s boyfriend, teases. you shoot him a glare, and he shuts up.

“i’ll go see whats up,” you say softly, walking over to the now-parked car.

as you walk over and the window rolls down. it is not buck merrill, like you expected, but it’s dallas winston.

“hi,” you say softly, your walls starting to go up but hesitating, wondering if you’re even still fighting.

“hey, sweetie,” he says, not explaining what he’s doing here.

“what’re doing?” you ask him.

he shrugs. “wanted to see you, i dunno.”

“oh,” you say softly. you hoped for an apology, you hoped for flowers, you hoped for chocolate, you hoped for a hug, you hoped for—

“i shouldn’t of gotten all heated when we talked, it wasn’t cool,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “and you ain’t a bitch.”

“..thanks.” you say after a few seconds of silence. what a shit apology, you think.

he’s staring out into the parking lot instead of you. “and i’m crazy about you, man,” he looks up at you. “you gotta know that, sugar.”

“thank you,” you repeat again, unsure of what to say.

another beat of silence as he swallows in his throat, before speaking and finally looking over at you. “i love ya, doll,”

you should’ve stayed mad, you should’ve not accepted his awful apology, but you cannot hide the smile tugging at your lips. this is all you’ve asked for from him, and he finally has the courage to admit it.

“i love you too, dallas.” you say softly, leaning into the window and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “thank you,”

“you gotta stop sayin’ that, y/n,” he teases, playfully pushing you away. “go hang out with your stupid friends, man. i’ll come over tonight and hang.”

you nod, and walk away, looking back at him and seeing a small smile on his face. nothing could ruin this moment.

[dearsnow]

“DO YOU LOVE ME?”

- in which you ask (some of) the outsiders boys if they love you. could be taken as insecure, joking, or curious, the context is not specified :) (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff but minor angst in johnny and dally’s parts)

a/n - headcanons for the boys :) i’m trying to get some more substantial writing done, so be prepared for that (i am a slow ass writer with very little free time but i am trying real hard) <3

includes: johnny, dally, ponyboy, & sodapop

JOHNNY looks at you like you’ve just stepped on his shoes. “‘Course I do.” He murmurs. One of his hands is entwined with yours, and the other is running through his greased hair. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever got.” You smile softly and lean against his shoulder as he moves his jacket to cover you. You built the world to him, and he hates the thought of you not knowing it. He swears, in that moment, to never let you go a single day without some sort of reminder that he thinks you hung the moon in the sky.

“Doll, you’re sweet, but I don’t love nothin’.” DALLY states, blowing cigarette smoke to the left of him, away from you. He knows you don’t like it when he blows it in your direction. “Ask me again in ten years, ‘kay?” He smiles, but the humor is lost on both of you. You knew he wouldn’t say yes, and though his eyes are begging you to believe him, he knows in his heart that he is a liar. If Dallas Winston were to admit he loves you, he would be throwing you into a lifetime of hardship and trouble and rough palms. So, for now, he’ll keep it a secret.

There’s a heavy blush on PONYBOY’s face when you ask that question. He stumbles a bit, trying in vain to come up with any answer. “Yeah. Yeah, I really do.” He steps forward, taking your hands in his. “Do you love me?” His voice is soft, and the sun reflects off of his deep eyes. He rarely gets a chance to be this gentle with anyone else in his life. When you affirm what he hoped deep down in his heart, that you love him back, he’s over the moon. “Thank god.”

“Yes.” SODAPOP says, without a hint of hesitation. “Why? Did you think I didn’t or something?” His mouth forms a tiny frown as he moves closer to you. He takes your face in his hands and scours it for any hint of insecurity, any tell that will show him how you’re feeling. He loves you, and he needs you to know it. He needs the whole world to know it- of course, everyone important has had it rubbed in their face since the moment he started liking you, but the whole world couldn’t hurt. “I’ve always loved you, don’t ever forget it.”

[quizzicalwriter]

Hi! Idk if you do headcanons but if you do can you do boyfriend headcanons for Dallas? It can be up to you to make it general things or just smut related things.

Dating Dallas HC’s

Despite what you may think, I don’t see Dallas being an overly possessive boyfriend. You two go about your business and that’s that, but the moment he catches someone flirting with you he’s bounding over and making sure everyone knows you’re his. Beyond that? He’s alright with PDA, but he’s not about to make out in front of his friends, that’s private stuff.

He’d let you wear his jacket, necklace, rings, everything. He loves seeing you in his clothing, and he’d certainly notice the moment you aren’t wearing one item that you usually do - and it’s not even for the reason you think, he’s just worried you’ll lose his stuff and he’ll have to find another one.

He has no problem remembering birthdays, anniversaries, all that jazz. He loves surprising you by remembering important dates for you. But the moment you ask him if he remembers someone you met last week he’s pulling a blank. He’ll remember eventually, but he sucks at remembering faces.

You ever need something but don’t have the money for it? Dallas does! Don’t ask where he got it, most of the time he doesn’t remember or doesn’t want you worrying about him - he doesn’t know which is worse and he ain’t about to find out.

On the topic of money, if you tried to pay him back he’d act personally offended and never accept the money. I’m talking full-on mouth dropping open, loud scoff, all of it. You’re his girl, why the hell are you trying to pay him back? Just give him a kiss or something.

Loves driving you places, and lets you control the music in reasonable amounts - meaning, you cannot play the same song over, and over. He’d let you get away with three replays max before he’s groaning and turning the radio off and tossing the mix out the window. He’d apologize afterward and buy you a new cassette.

I do not see him being a kind driver, the man has road rage and you’ve seen it. There have been multiple instances where you’ve ducked into the passenger seat and whisper-yelled at him to shut up - he never does.

The man is like a corpse when he sleeps. You want him to move over? Good luck. You’d have a better chance rolling over onto him to get sleep, he wouldn’t wake up either way unless you pushed him from the bed.

Speaking of sleep, if you’re ever cold and plaster your morgue-like hands against his back, he will shriek. His back will arch, his legs will shoot out, and he’ll throw every curse known to man your way as he moves away from your hands - your hands still end up warm.

His friends are his family and he takes their opinions seriously, I can see him genuinely fretting over their view of you if he cares enough for you. Hell, he’s got feelings for you, of course, he’s going to want his family to like you. They will, it’ll take a while to get used to their form of joking, but you’ll be at home with them and it’ll make Dallas smile.

On the subject of family, Dallas doesn’t mention his much. He might if you’re close enough, but you’re likely to get bits and pieces as time goes by until he’s sure you won’t leave either. When he finally tells you about his upbringing it hurts your heart, you’re both mentally spent by the end of it and you promise him to never mention it unless he does first. He appreciates you for it.

If you stay over at his place often enough he’ll try to make the place look more presentable. Mainly rearranging stuff that he hasn’t touched in months, maybe buying another set of bedsheets. You notice every time something changes in his room and whenever you mention it he’s happy to talk about it, even if he tries to play it off cool.

He watches you sleep, not so much in a creepy way, but it’s something he loves to do. If you talk or snore in your sleep he will imitate it in the morning. In the moment he finds it cute, but he’ll never admit it.

His version of helping you cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner is standing behind you with his chin on your shoulder, or leaning against the kitchen counter with a cigarette between his lips. The man can’t cook, maybe he could, but he likes watching you cook too much to try - that and the one time he tried to help he burnt the shit out of his hand.

If you smoke he’ll light your cigarettes or share his own, if you don’t he’ll appreciate you standing beside him while he smokes, but he ain’t gonna force you to be near him when he does - just don’t nag the man, he’s been smoking since he was a kid, I don’t think he could stop even if he wanted to.

Whenever he smokes he’ll blow the smoke to the side, always ensuring it doesn’t blow in your face. But, if the smoke follows you he’ll murmur some cliche line like “Smoke follows beauty.”

Any music he’s into he will show you in a heartbeat. He thrives on showing you things you haven’t seen yet, whether it’s movies at the drive-in he’s sneaking you into, or a cassette he snagged from a nearby store - either way, his eyes watch you for any reaction.

Definitely considers going on a walk or eating food in Buck’s T-Bird a date. You’ll have to specify what you want if you want anything different, otherwise he’s content with the routine. If you ask for something different he won’t take offense to it, but he might chide you for it.

Words aren’t his forte, actions are. He’ll try his best to be kind, but he’ll occasionally slip and might say something rude. If you can shoot back your own sarcastic quips it’ll make him swoon, he loves nothing more than someone who can fire back at him.

Likely won’t tell you that he loves you for YEARS. You can say it first, he’ll nod and likely kiss your cheek or forehead in return. You know what he means, but he’s not the type to say it until he feels absolutely certain about you. Dallas knows how he feels about someone rather quickly, but he’s wary when it comes to love. He wants to mean it, mean it in a way that scares him.

The first time he tells you he loves you will be when you’re asleep. He’ll continue doing that until one day when he randomly springs it on you. It’ll likely be around a cigarette, but you’ll be able to tell from his eyes how deeply he means it. Don’t expect him to say it often, but know that he always feels it.

A/N: This is so short, I’m so sorry. I’ve never done headcanons before, so I hope this was good! I think about Dallas’s character so much that I actually had a bit of fun with this! This is a late night post for me, but I finished it up and figured I’d post it for y’all anyways. Thank you all for the continued love and support you’ve shown me and my work!! I appreciate you all more than words could ever describe! <3

[spikedhe4rt]

you just did a soda with a mommy kink… now i want dally 🙏 doesn’t even have to be mommy i’m just CRAVING submissive dally! maybe reader and him could be out and dal’s all tough until they get home 🤭🤭

Word Count: 1364

A/N: Hey pookies. Im back!!! Hope yall enjoy this chapter. it came out longer than I usually write so I hope you enjoy <3 Requests always open and I love you guys!

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The party music only seemed to get louder as I sipped my drink. I had no intention of getting drunk. It was a party at bucks right below Dallas's room and it was keeping me up. Dally was already down here, drinking his ass off and probably gambling. There was only a matter of time before I had to reel him in. One thing about him is that he got ballsy when he was tipsy

I checked the time and it was 2:00 am already. Cigarette and alcohol lingered in the air, probably getting everyone if not already, slightly high. My eyes scanned the room before situating them on Dally, at a pool table. I started at his hard expression that was clearly pissed off. Its time. I rose to my feet and shuffled through the packed party to get to him. "Dal, its time to go up." I spoke, touching his arm slightly.

Dallas's arm shook off my hand before looking at me with a challenging look. "I'll come up when I come up" My eyebrows knitted closely together as my face twisted with annoyance. "Dallas-" I spoke his name again with more confidence. "Can you just let me enjoy my time down here-fuckin suffocating me all the time." I looked at him with a sarcastic smile before leaning into his neck.

I pressed my lips to his pale skin, sucking ever so slightly before biting down harshly to make a bruise. I pull away and search his face for a expression. His eyes find mine in pure desperation, mercy, and begging. My lips tugged in both corners as my hand found its way to his neck, my thumb rubbing the bruise forming. "You like when I mark you up? Don't you?"

His adams apple bobbed as he gulped, supplying me with my answer. "You're definitely not leaving the bed tonight so get ready." My hand resting on his neck, slowly raked down his chest before I turned on my heel to make my way upstairs. Liquid courage always bites him in the ass.

His footsteps pattered behind me quickly, as I continued to walk. Once we got into our room I pulled Dallas into me, his toned stomach flush against mine. Our lips connect and I start to tease the waistband of his underwear. He sighed, thinking that he would get rewarded for his behavior. Stupid "Get on your knees, pretty boy"

Dallas complied and looked up at me. "You're so pathetic, baby. Acting like you're such a man but turning into a whore when you come here with me. " I tutted. Dallas let out a muffled grunt as he shifted on the floor. "Please help me. I need you" his voice was low and desperate. It sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears honestly.

I smiled at him before grabbing his chin and making him look at me in the eyes. "Prove it." Dallas nodded. His lips captured the skin of my shin, they slowly moved till they reach my upper thigh. "Can I take them off, sweetheart. Please?" Begging.

"Do you think you deserve that?" I feigned confusion. He lifted his head with furrowed brows.

"Please, don't make me beg. Im sorry, I need it."

Satisfaction painted my expression. He relaxed a bit, knowing what the look meant. I was gonna give him something...anything. It was like throwing a dog a bone. "Go ahead"

The metal of the button of my buttons clinked as urged to get them open. He tugged them down roughly, damn near giving me fucking friction burns. Dallas's mouth immediately founds it way to me, tonguing me over my underwear. "Fuck. Thats good, baby" I moaned.

The tip of his tongue hit my clit perfectly through the cloth, making me groan. I threw back my head against the door. A hand snaked between me and the door, bringing down on his mouth further. Praise spill from my mouth as I felt hypnotized by his wet muscle. His other hand came to my aching clit, starting to rub fast circle.

He ate me out like his life depended on it, only coming up to take quick breaths. My moans only encouraged him to go faster.

"Shit, Dally, yes, such a good boy."

I pulled him back by his hair to look at him. He looked completely pussy-drunk, eyes dazed and my arousal shining off the lower half of his face. "You're such a pretty boy, Dally. Its a shame you're not a good boy most of the time." I feigned a fake sympathy face before pushing his face back between my thighs.

I looked down at him and his eyes met mine. His tongue wrapped around my clit and sucked as his fingers came to my entrance, teasing me. "Don't tease." His middle finger entered me almost immediately, making me groan loudly. My moans spewed him on, another finger pushing into me.

"You love eating my pussy, don't you? Say it for me."

He pulled back himself this time, "I love eating your pussy. I want you to cum. I need it, sweetheart"

I felt my peak get closer hearing his pleas. My hand founds its way to his hair pushing him closer to me. My hips bucked into his face, grinding harder and harder. My orgasm crash over me soon after, making me cry out.

I released his hair after pulling him away. "Get up. Dallas got up quickly. My lips found his immediately, my tongue slipping into his mouth to deepen it quickly. We both pulled away breathless. "Take off your clothes for me" I whispered against his lips.

Dally stepped back and hurriedly pulled off his shirt, pants and lastly underwear. I pushed him on the bed and straddled him, connecting our lips once again. "What do you want? Be a good boy and use your words. He groaned softly at my  choice of words

"I need to be inside of you, Please."

I told him to flip us over till I was on my back. "Always feels so good. Can I move, please?" He whispered into my ear as he pushed in. "Mhm." His hands grasped my hips as he pulled them flush against him. He let out a content sigh. "Fuck."

Dallas rocks into me, making me feel every part of his cock. "Go faster for me, baby" I told him. He whimpered and complied. "Shit, you feel so good." I pull him down to press my lips to his neck, giving him new marks. "You like that? I didn't forget about earlier, you're not coming yet.

His blissful expression dropped quickly as my words sunk in.

I could tell that he was close by the way his cock throb inside of me. The room was filled of sounds of slapping skin and moans. It almost feels addictive the way Im just taking him in. I felt him thrust particularly harder, making moan out. "You're so handsome when you're desperate, Dally"

He groaned. "Please say my name like that again. Can I cum?"  I shook my head and gave him a sarcastic pout. "Aw poor baby. All pent up. Well you should've thought about that before" His mouth came down to my chest, starting to kiss down the valley of my breasts. My orgasm approached as my moans got raspier and breathless.

I brought my hand down to me clit, rubbing fast circle on the aching bundle of nerves. "Gonna cum. You're doing so good" It only took a couple more thrust before I came, make me grip his biceps. "I need to-" he tried to get out before I interrupted. "Beg"

His thrusts don't halt as he repeats the word "please" to me in a effort. "Not good enough, baby. Cmon I know you can do it." I brought him back down to kiss down his jaw once again. "I love you. Im sorry, I won't do it again. I s-swear. oh fuck. I wont-"

"Cum for me." I whispered.

He buried himself into me at a hilt before shooting thick ribbons of cum into me. " Thank you! Thank you!"

Such good manners.

[emasstars]

on ice

how i imagine they’d be ice skating with you | fluff/crack

a/n: i’m thinking about making a christmas/winter-themed event, but here’s this to kick off the start of dropping temperatures (at least, where i am)! again, sorry for my inactivity.

ponyboy took skating lessons, but ice is one of his weaknesses. he forgets it’s not like a track and that he has to glide. he fumbles every now and then, might lose his balance for a moment, but he isn’t awful in any way.

johnny does not know how to skate. he will be holding onto the side board with everything he has, praying in his head that his legs won’t give in. he’s like a piece of wood—his legs physically cannot bend. by the time you coax him off of the side board and have him holding your hand, time is up, and the rink is kicking everyone out.

dally thinks he can skate, and he somewhat can. but only slowly. he won’t hold your hand, and the cocky shit thinks he can keep his hands in his pockets. he can skate around the rink, but he can’t dash through anybody. ice is one of the only things that would doom him if he were ever on the run.

sodapop skates decently. his parents signed him up for lessons forever ago, so he knows the fundamentals. he really likes holding your hand and skating slowly with you—bonus points if there’s the very rare chance it’s snowing. he’s an undeniable hopeless romantic, and even if it isn’t snowing, he likes to pretend it is.

darry is a football player, not a skater. he cannot skate. he’s like if a rock was thrown onto the ice. he will not, cannot, and is afraid to move. if you can skate, he will rely on you to hold his hand and pull him. he’s, very sadly, too ungraceful to skate.

two-bit is a surprisingly good skater. he’s really flexible, and with enough willpower, he could be a figure skater. if you want to skate holding his hand, you can’t. he will let go and skate around the rink at full speed like a hockey player.

steve cannot skate either, though he will not resort to the side board like johnny. he’ll simply cling onto your arm with everything he has, which is arguably worse. he doesn’t even try to skate, he’s just letting you drag him along. it feels a bit like he’s a child in a wagon on halloween.

[twobitsblade]

DATING DALLAS WINSTON HEADCANONS!

will not cry in front of you ever, and if he does that’d be the last time you ever see him

i don’t care what those other people say about him being “vulnerable with you…” he literally grew up as a hood he is not showing emotions in a healthy way whatsoever 😭

instead of crying/communicating like any normal person he gets ungodly passive aggressive and then starts to blatantly insult you..

like imagine you guys get into a fight:

dallas (very, 100% accurate representation of his accent): “nah mayn i downt cahre about youwr apologeez 🙄 dis is why yow dad left yew mayn”

is really, truly loyal though.. he will stand by you no matter what; unless you do something he doesn’t like or agree with.. 🤷‍♀️

but.. you guys will probably break up after a few months because he hates commitment and he feels like you’re “too attached, man” 😭

HATES public affection unless someone is flirting with you.. he isn’t afraid to beat the shit out of someone cause they looked at his pookie wookie mcflooker bear munchkin 😨

pet names? kinda.. he wont do *too* much other than “doll” and when hes talking to you he thinks “broad” and “man” are appropriate pet names for you and you two have gotten into fights over it

you: “dallas, don’t call me broad! it’s rude!” dallas: “mayn you’re da first broad whoze ever said dat oh my gawd 🤨🥱”

(help me, please, i’m so sorry I dont know wtf this is)

[brklynbb]

— get him back !

in which — you and dallas winston have an unhealthy relationship.

( heavily inspired by olivia rodrigo’s song ‘get him back!’ )

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you met dallas winston last summer. your first impression? he’s cute. and your last impression? he sucks. during your short lived relationship, you were quite blinded by your love to notice all the shit he'd do.

unwelcoming brown eyes met yours from across the room at buck merrill's party . it was out of a movie. he was cute. he had short, fluffy brown hair, an alluring aura that made you want to explore every single quirk, habit, and hobby that he had. that's the charm of dallas. the one that lures girls in, thinking that if he would give them just one chance, they could ‘fix him.' unfortunately, you were one of those girls.

long story short, you're sitting at the bar, talking to a friend, when buck hands you a beer.

“i didn't order this,” you say simply, handing it back to him.

he rolls his eyes. “i know. i'm not dumb. winston got it for you.” he gestures to dallas, sitting a few stools away.

your eyes meet his once again. your lips part. why would he buy you this? he doesn't even know you. you furrow your eyebrows, confused, trying to figure out why he would do that. what he does in return is walk over to you.

he makes himself at home in the empty stool beside you. your friend receives a glare from dallas, warning her to scram, and she does. he then turns his attention to you.

“hey, honey,” he says. you notice his cute accent. he's from new york.

you smile softly. “hi.”

your eyes trace over his features. he says something to you, but you don't know what. you're too focused on how… beautiful he is. he's the type of boy who you'd pour your heart out to. the type of boy you'd write love letters to. the type of boy you see in old movies. you want to kiss his face. he entrances you.

and somehow, you don't know how, he takes you to his bedroom. and you don't know why you let him. it's like you weren't you when he was around. he was just too perfect to say no too.

you were not the type to ever hook up with someone for one night. but you did. and you weren't the type to do it again next time you saw him. but you did. and you weren't the type to let the casual hookups turn into something more. but you did.

the relationship was fun. he was so much fun. and his friends were fun, too. you never knew being surrounded by greasers in leather jackets could be so enjoyable. he took you out a lot. to parties, to dances, to clubs, to bars.

the relationship ended the next spring. he made a pass on your friend, cherry valance. then he made a pass on your other friend, marcia. then he flirted with a few girls at a bar, while you were beside him. you let it slide for a while. you were a good person, you could fix him. but no one tells dallas winston what to do. when you told him how you help, he was awfully dismissive, and denied everything you said about his wandering eye. the breakup was bad. he's got a temper, to say the least. it turned into a yelling match, (mostly from his end), which turned into the eventual breakup.

you don't know if you love him or hate him. you still want to kiss his face. you still want to write him love letters, and pour your heart out to him. you also want to uppercut him, and key his car, and turn all his friends against him. you want revenge. you want to miss him and cry in your pillow. you want to kiss him. you want to carry on with your life. you want to get him back.

[tonixe]

THE OUTSIDERS BOYS WITH A GF THATS A SOC

n.o.t.e.s - Ngl there so daddy asf.

w.a.r.n - fluff, some nsfw mention, violence, blood, etc.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - various!outsiders x fem!soc reader

w.c. - 1.3k

Dally

• Dally would have probably met you when you were in one of the movie drive-bys yourself, he probably would trouble you, by making some lewd comments or annoying, just for you to slap him.

• if you thought he would stop pursuing you after the slap, he would just bother you having more interest in you, some how you guys bump into each other in school or in the nearest mom-and-pop store

• You couldn't lie, you fell for him when he was near, and he also fell in love with you too. Soon Dally asked you on a date.

• Dally wouldn't care if you were Soc, he was still with you, even if you he was threatened by one of the other Socs boys. You always dismissed the matter, especially if it was by your ex-boyfriend.

• Lowkey I feel Dally would be obsessed with you, basically in love with everything about you. He loves affection from you.

• He would love pda just showing you off to the other boys in his group, flaunting you.

NSFW

• Dally would be a top; he would be hella obsess wit you.

• He would love rough sex and lowkey be into vanilla sex too. If he is down bad/horny, he would just throw you over his shoulder, taking you to his face. If you were talking to your friend, who was really horny, he would just scoop you up.

• He like getting his dick sucked; don't even argue with me.

• He would lowkey have a breeding kink, and I know he loves to see you with lingerie; he even loves you better without anything on.

Ponyboy

• He would meet you at school in one of his accelerate classes, sitting next to him, which was a shock to everyone in the class and him.

• You don't seem to care if he was a greaser, just wanting to know him better.

• Slowing he started falling in love with you, as instead of spending time in class, he would just stare at you from the side. Before you caught him, making him flustered turning red hue.

• But you fell in love with him too, Ponyboy would be intimidated by the other Socs in his class after you guys started dating, but you would stand up for Ponyboy thoughts against them, bluntly cursing them off.

• Ponyboy would treat you like a total goddess, helping you do everything.

NSFW

• Very vanilla; he would still be a virgin.

• It would be awkward since you were still a virgin too. Ponyboy would love to eat you out🥰; he would also love to get his dick sucked.

• He is probably non-experience, so you have to teach him everything, even though it is quite embarrassing.

Sodapop

• Sodapop would first meet you at the gas station where he worked, as you were pulling up your white sleek corvette. Sodapop would be introns with your beauty.

• He just started pumping gas into your car, momentarily giving you glances when he gave you the car, making you giggle at his action.

• But you couldn't lie that you weren't attractive to Sodapop, but you would usually visit the station daily, acting like you needed gas just for him to pump your gas, but soon you soda pop offer you to go on a date, and you agreed.

• Sodapop would love to be around you and treat you like a queen, he would probably dream to have a family with you, when he has enough money, just a house with you and him with your children.

NSFW

• SODAPOP IS EXPERIENCED.

• He would love to eat you out; I know this mf would to be into any sex with you. He would love to have rough sex, soft sex and vanilla too.

• SODAPOP WOULD HAVE A BREEDING KINK, ALWAYS DREAMING OF HAVING A FAMILY WITH YOU. He would love to see you with stockings; literally, make him so horny sm.

• Gives you hickies, like everywhere. like trying to cover them up would be so hard, like they're fucking everywhere.

Darry

• Darry would have first met you at one of the jobs he worked at, you were the first to flirt with him daily, and daily. Visiting him often.

• Soon Darry started getting feeling for but you were the first one to offer to get him a date.

• Darry wouldn't care if your Socs would probably treat you like a normal person.

• Darry wouldn't be intimidated by other Socs seeing you and him together, he's a machine, and his presence would probably scare him away.

NSFW

• I already know Darry has a size kink; just look at him. I know HE LOVE TO GET HIS DICK SUCKED, IK IT'S SO BIG TOO.

• I imagine when he fucking the shit out of you, his dick would just be too big, literally bulging out your stomach like omfg. He would have a breeding kink too, literally him filling up with his cum.

• He loves rough sex, fucking the shit out of you after work.

Johnny

• Johnny would be scared of you being a Soc, he would always move away from you, while you tried to learn more about.

• You manage to find him behind the football bleacher by himself, he was scared out of his mind, but you manage to learn about him, but once you smiled at Johnny, He felt little less jumpy when you come, but in private.

• You would be johnny's bodyguard with the other Socs in school, standing up for him and cursing some of the soc boys.

• Johnny would like affection from you like cuddling or comforting him when his parents fight, but you would be his emotion support when he's down.

• Soon Johnny would offer you a date, and you guys started dating. Johnny would treat you wonderfully, though he doesn't have the same finance level as you he would craft things or get flowers for you.

NSFW

• Vanillia, he just vanillia.

• He would be a sub, also a virgin like ponyboy.

• He would be hesitant for having his first time with you, has no experience.

Steve

• You guys met in the gas station he met, just like Sodapop. You got his attention with your friendly personality, smiling at him while you asked for gas.

• Steve would not give a shit if you were a soc; even if any of the soc boys tried to flirt with you, he would just threaten them with his switchblade.

• Steve would be protective of you, always holding your hand and helping you with your books in school.

NSFW

• He would fuck the shit out, rough sex, hell yes.

• He loves eating you out, eating you out like it his last meal.

• He def kinky asf, like look at him.

Two Bit

• You met two bit while he was shoplifting at one of the random stores, catching him stealing, and immediately scolded him, but while you were doing that He managed to slip some of the items in your purse, as you guys got caught. Leading to you guy getting kicked out of the store.

• two bit thought it was funny, but you didn't, yelling at him, just like Dally, just making him pursue you more, as he caught you in school and stores shopping.

• He would always annoy you and try to flirt with you, but soon you caught feelings for his annoying behavior, seeing his face 24 hours a time.

• But soon, he picked you up with a date, and you surprisingly agreed.

• Two-bit wouldn't care if you were a soc or greaser; he would just love you for who you were.

NSFW

• Rough? Yes.

• fucking the shit out of you, when he gets back from work.

• HE LOVES GIVING YOU HICKIES, JUST MARKING YOU.

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[augustinapril]

Hi silly little guy!!!!

Can I requesttttt a Dallas Winston x Gn!reader who can’t handle PDA but absolutely obsesses over him? Like maybe Dally’s confused as to why R doesn’t want to do anything in public but is all over him when they’re alone :)??

I did this in the form of headcanons, I hope that’s okay!! Thank you for sending this in, ilysm!! You guys should go follow him because they also write!! Nor proofread. Requests are open! <3

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I think Dally would enjoy how you’re not as physically affectionate in public being I don’t think he’s that big into PDA either

He might think it’s a little weird at first though. And it’s not because he thinks you’re weird, but I feel like in his past relationships his other s/o’s were much touchier in public

Like Sylvia was constantly on him in public, especially with the more information you get on her in the book. She was just a bad gf so he definitely sees you not being as touchy in public as a welcome change!!

You two are so similar in that because he would love the d that you’re so much touchier in private because he definitely prefers it that way

And it’s not that he’s ashamed of you or anything, and he knows you’re not ashamed of him either, it’s just that he isn’t as comfortable with hugs and suck in public

He’s all over you when you’re alone as well. Just like he’s more open to giving you kisses and hugging and everything in private

You two cuddle on his bed at Buck’s ALL the time !! He enjoys sharing those moments with you when no one else is around because he feels like it shows a more vulnerable, emotional side of him

He thinks hugs and everything are visible proof that he loves you and he’s not too comfortable with people being able to genuinely see his emotions and stuff if that makes sense?

He just prefers his privacy and having this tuff guy facade to the public. He still has the tuff guy facade in private but he’s also more open about himself with you and very open about touching you and stuff

So an s/o who’s like this would be a really good match for Dallas, he would definitely love it.

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Thank you for reading, even though they weren’t long!! Reblogs appreciated!!

[oklahoma-smokeshow]

-Love Languages-

Darry Curtis-

Darry spends most of his life supporting his brothers. I think that is the only way he knows how to show his love. He is a total acts of service guy. He will make breakfast for you and the boys before going to work and he would do anything for you day to be a bit easier because he has it hard and he doesn’t want you to feel the same way. I also feel like he is so under appreciated so words of affirmation would be a big deal to him.

Sodapop Curtis-

Soda just radiates physical touch. Something as small as a hand on your lower back in a large crowd, playing with your fingers when standing next you him, or if you are both sitting down I feel like he would softly scratch circles on your back. I feel like he also loves gift giving but something small and sentimental. If he is at work and sees something that reminds him of you, he has to get it immediately. It might be your favorite snack or a pretty flower. I think physical touch is the main way he feels loved and appreciated as well. He just loves being loved.

Ponyboy Curtis-

I whole heartedly believe that Ponyboy hates physical touch but I think he lives for words of affirmation. His parents died when he was younger so he didn’t hear much of encouragement or congratulations after they died. He will fall in love if you give him a simple, “You did really good, Pony,” or, “Good job, Ponyboy.” He works so hard to be smart and a good person despite everything so when someone recognizes that it makes him feel really appreciated. He also says words of affirmation to others because he knows how good it makes him feel.

Dallas Winston-

This one is hard. I think he expresses his love through tiny acts of service. Small things like giving you his jacket or opening the door for you. He has had to live by himself and support himself for so long that he thinks he has to be tough all the time. He never had anyone so I think he would want to make it clear that you have him to fall back on. He doesn’t like big, cutesy shows of love because he thinks it make him look weak, but pay attention to the little things he does for you. I think he would like the same sort of support and concern back as well. It makes him feel like he is not alone.

Johnny Cade-

I think he is another one who hates physical touch but loves words of affirmation. I don’t think he likes to be touched because he is very jumpy from what his parents do to him, but then again the only attention he gets from his parents is when they are beating him. He loves to feel like he is being seen or that someone cares about him. He would love when someone just tiny checkups on him like, “You alright,” or when you would bring his opinion into the conversation. However, I think he shows his love through quality time. You don’t have to be talking or doing anything but at least you are together. Together is better than alone in his mind.

Steve Randle-

He would definitely show his love though gift giving. He says that’s the reason he has a job is to have money to spoil you. It is very rare he comes home from work without at least a little something to give you. It doesn’t always have to be big. He also loves quality time. Working on cars and talking to you at the same time is the perfect moment in his mind. The two things he loves most. He loves taking you to his drag races and rodeos because he loves when you cheer him on and support him. That’s something he didn’t get as a child.

Two-bit Mathews-

If Two-bit lives for anything it is to steal you gifts. He is a huge kleptomaniac and he is very good at stealing things, so logically he steals so much for you. Even if it is something small that he could have easily paid for, he loves stealing it for you because he thinks it is way more exciting. He also loves to make you laugh. He could live the rest of his life with the only sound in his ear being your laugh. So he will try his hardest to make you giggle constantly. I think he is also a sucker for physical touch but nothing to showy. Just like a peck on the cheek hello or a squeeze of his hand. It makes him feel special.

[ambrozjas]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[cranberrv]

sweet

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( a/n : this request was so cute! i want dal so badly HOLYY but anyway i hope u cuties enjoy )

the smoke of a candle danced through your room, coating it in a subtle smell of vanilla. the beatles was playing on vinyl, the record spinning endlessly. your vanity was covered in expensive makeup and one of the lightbulbs on the fairylights strung to your wall was flickering, slowly burning out. the new pink pyjamas that your mother bought you sat comfortably on your skin, and the pages of a book were flipping every few minutes.

you feel a sense of calm as you relax. it’s storming heavily out but you’re safe inside, your parents are asleep, and it’s just you and your little dog hanging out on your bed. you’re almost ready to blow out your candle and head to bed.

until you hear a knock on the window. you jump at the sudden sound disrupting your quiet time, but ignore it, thinking it’s just the wind. but then it happens again multiple times. your head is going to worst-case scenario. serial killer? kidnapper? you don’t know, but they’re impatient. so you hesitate, but peak through your lacy curtains. your lover, dallas winston, is staring at you.

you relax your shoulders and sigh, opening your window. “you scared me,” you whisper-yell so you don’t wake your parents. “how do you know where i live?”

“two-bit told me,” he tells you, talking in a normal voice. you elbow him, and he whispers as he continues. “i should be asking you why another man knows your address.”

“i babysit his sister, he drops her off all the time,” you whisper. you’re annoyed at him for showing up at midnight, and you’re about to force him out, until you notice how drenched with rain he is. “you’re all wet, dal,” you sigh. “are you cold?”

he shakes his head and shrugs, sitting on the edge of your bed. “nah, i’m alright, sugar,”

you sit beside him and gently rest your hand on his cheek for a second, checking his temperature to see if he’s lying. “you’re freezing,” you have a worried look in your eye. he knows it all too well, you get nervous for him easily. “i’ll go get you a towel. do you want hot chocolate?”

“baby, i ain’t gonna die of hypothermia,” he assures. “i don’t need hot chocolate.”

“okay,” you give him a kiss on the cheek, then stand up and walk out of the room to grab a towel.

as you walk out of the room and into the hallway, careful not to step on creaky floorboards and wake your loved ones up, dallas sits up from the bed, and starts looking around your room. he’s never been in a rich kids house before. he picks up your expensive lipstick from your vanity, the one you wear everyday, the one that stains his face when you kiss him. he picks up your perfume — he loves your perfume. he loves how you smell, rosey and feminine. the smell of you makes him feel serene, relaxation washing over him. you have this way about you that makes him feel so safe.

after he’s done looking at your vanity and your shelves of books and crystals, he catches a glimpse of himself in the vanity. he doesn’t fit in with you or your room. his hair is wet, his jacket is dirty, his shoes aren’t shiny and he looks roughed up. but what’s funny is that you don’t even care. most socs care about their reputation, they would never want to be seen around a greaser, but you don’t care. he’s never experienced unconditonal love like yours before.

you walk back in with a pink towel and see him looking at himself. “doing your makeup, dal?” you tease, and he playfully rolls his eyes in response.

“very funny, sweetie,” he sits back down on your bed and takes off his jacket.

you sit down beside him and start drying him off, because frankly, you don’t trust him to do it himself. you brush his bare shoulders and you pat his hair with the towel. he’s watching you do it all, admiring your focus and your need to take care of him. he takes your free hand in his own calloused hand, gently rubbing it with his thumb. he has so much love and thankfulness towards you, he just doesn’t know how to express it. him taking your hand causes you to lose your focus and look up at him. his gaze doesn’t drift, a soft smile on his face as your cheeks blush.

“i think i’m dry enough,” he whispers.

you nod, and set the towel down. “okay,”

he takes a breath before speaking again. “can i stay over here tonight?”

you hesitate. you would love for him to stay over, you would love to talk to him all night and spend time with him, but it’s a school night. “my dad wakes me up during school days, dallas, he’ll see you,” you whisper. “and i don’t really want him to know that a boy snuck in my room.”

“what? why? you’ll get grounded or somethin’? c’mon, doll, nothing is gonna happen,” you shrug, and he continues. “i just want to spend some time with my girl, is that a crime?”

“he’ll be mad—“ you start, but he interrupts you with a compromise.

“i’ll be out at 6:00, your old man won’t see me. i gotta help buck clean up the bar, anyway,” he insists.

“..fine.” you agree, a little smile growing on your face at the excitement of dallas sleeping over.

he gives you a peck on the lips. you guys continue talking for a little bit longer, about how he didn’t know you babysat two-bit’s sister, and about how your teacher got you in trouble for chewing gum. and when your beatles record stops and you change it, he tells you he’s never listened to them before because they’re a “soc band.”

after a while, you two are lying down, still talking in hushed whispers. it’s mostly you talking, but he loves your voice, so he doesn’t mind. his arm is around you, pulling you into his side. you let out a small yawn as you start to get tired, and he gives you a gentle pat on your back.

“go to sleep, sugar,” he tells you.

you disagree with him. “i like talking to you,”

“yeah, well, you can do that all you want tomorrow, doll,” he takes a breath. “you wanna swing by buck’s tomorrow?”

“yeah,” you nod. “i’ll come after school.”

he rubs your back gently, and adjusts himself to get more comfortable.

“can you blow out the candle?” you ask him before he gets too tired.

he nods, and leans over to your bedside table to blow it out, then he turns off the lamp. his st. christopher necklace and the smoke are the only things you can see in the darkness hugging you two. the beatles continues to play in the background, and you two stay close together, a feeling of serenity in the air. dallas chooses to stay awake for a bit longer, watching you fall into a peaceful state as you sleep.

dallas isn’t the same person with you as he is when he’s in public. when he’s with his friends, or even walking around town, he has this intimidating aura that can scare anyone who has the mispleasure of walking past him. he has a dangerous reputation around tulsa, and he’s seen as a teenage dirtbag who’s been to jail more times than you can count.

but when he’s around you, he’s completely different. his walls are torn down the minute he smells your perfume. he lets you take care of him, he doesn’t wipe off the lipstick stains on your face, and he’s oh so sweet.

so as he watches the candle smoke dance through the room, he can come to one conclusion. he will never leave the safe place that he calls you.

[dearsnow]

WHAT PET NAME(S) THEY CALL YOU

- what the outsiders boys would call you in a relationship (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - i thiiinkkkkkk i saw someone do this before? I don’t remember where or if it was even an outsiders post but anyways 😭 i love headcanons like these

includes: johnny, dally, ponyboy, sodapop, & darry

JOHNNY doesn’t really use pet names. He’s just not that type of person- he’s not overly showy and prefers to keep everything close to him to himself. However, in the middle of the night, when he’s all alone with you and the hum of your refrigerator in the next room over, you’ll hear a quiet “my love” slip from his lips.

When you’re with DALLY, you’re called a whole bunch of things. He almost never calls you by your real name, but he’ll refer to you as “darlin’”, “sweetheart”, or sometimes, sarcastically, “dolly”. He likes using nicknames as well, so if your name can be shortened, you bet he’s calling you that too.

PONYBOY is a massive fan of anything with the word “my” in front of it, like “my angel”. He’s poetic like that and loves reminding you (and himself) that you chose him to be your boyfriend. He doesn’t pull that stuff in front of the gang, though, because he will absolutely be torn apart by teasing.

Oh, young, romantic SODAPOP. He looooves pulling out sappy pet names to get you flustered, but his favorite is “baby”. He’ll draw out the syllables as he goes to peck you on the cheek or wrap his fingers around yours. He gets made fun of the most, but he’ll snap back because “no one has ever loved anyone as much as he loves you”.

DARRY keeps it simple with “babe”. It’s just a default to him, like calling ponyboy ponyboy. He really doesn’t know what else to call you. He’s not a flashy guy, but he loves you so deeply that he’d call you “babe” in front of anyone. Even Dally knows to back off with the teasing when Darry has his arm around your waist.

[quizzicalwriter]

hi lovely! i was wondering if you could do fluff w dally where the reader and him go on a coffee/tea date? i just think it’d be cute since he’s so tough but he’s going on a date in some small and tacky café🤍

Coffee in the mornin’

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hangover induced diner visits count as a date, right?

Warnings: None! Cute and funny moments with Dallas.

A/N: Thank you for the request! I love picturing Dallas doing stuff like this, you know he totally would if he loved someone enough.

Word Count: 3.1k

Tequila was not your friend, that much was certain whenever the sun poured through Dallas's bedroom window, spilling onto the bedsheets with a glow that would've been welcomed if not for the persistent pounding within the confines of your skull. 

No matter where you began drinking the night before, you always wound up tangled in the mess of thin blankets and covers that shrouded Dallas's mattress. Some were stolen, others he had paid for - either way, none of them were younger than a couple of years. 

A ceiling fan swirled above, churning the once stagnant air into something breathable, something that didn't remind you of lime, salt, and tequila. 

You buried your face into Dallas's pillow, inadvertently pushing your skull into the flesh of his bicep, the sudden move pulling a disgruntled groan from his still-sleeping form. 

You murmured an apology, or at least you had in your mind as you breathed in his musk, letting the scent settle deep in your lungs as you settled your hazy mind. Drinking had been easy once, when you were all teenagers with no obligations to rouse you before the crack of dawn, but tolerances seemed to slow and dwindle once your internal clock struck twenty-two. 

So, you inwardly cursed your hungover self and began the lazy task of kicking the mess of bedsheets off of your sweltering frame. Whether it was the liquor seeping from your veins, or the summer heat, you were left wiping your brow before you could wipe the sleep from your eyes as you finally broke free from the chamber of sheets.

Dallas's hand sought you out, patting along the falling sheets. His eyes never opened, but the irritation grew apparent on his face as his brows knitted together, lips pulling up into a grimace. You would've thought you'd offended the man when all you'd truly done was rid him of his human body pillow. 

"C'mon," You whispered as you tucked your hair back from your focal line. "Need to eat somethin', Dal." 

A groan, followed quickly by another as you brushed the back of your fingers along his cheek. You didn't bother to hide your amused laughter, the sound light and sweet enough to pull Dallas from the depths of his hangover-induced slumber. His eyes slowly flitted open, squinting and flickering about the room, but open nonetheless as he leaned into your familiar touch. 

"Time is it?" He rasped, wetting his chapped lips. "Morning?"

"Fuck no." You replied through another laugh as you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. He always smelled perfect whenever he woke up, before he applied cologne, the scent was him and it reminded you of home. "Nearly four in the afternoon." 

“Fuck.”

Sunlight poured through each window, coating the interior of the Thunderbird in warmth, the familiar scent of the outdoors lingering on the leather interior, somehow settling the nausea in your stomach. You sunk into the passenger side, hands sluggishly clicking your seatbelt into place as Dallas keyed the ignition, the engine roaring to life mere seconds later. 

"Want me to drive until I see somewhere?" He asked, suddenly snapping you from your daze. You hummed in response, softly nodding your head as you rested against the warmed passenger side window. 

Dallas reached over as he drove, planting his hand atop your upper thigh, giving the muscle a gentle squeeze before rubbing tender circles along the seam of your jeans. You smiled at the sensation, attempting to sync your breaths with each pass of his thumb. It was nice, oddly enough, the breeze pouring in through the barely cracked windows, Dallas's familiar touch, it all made you almost forget about your pounding headache - almost. 

Tulsa wasn't full of places you'd find yourself comfortable in, not with a smoldering hangover. If y'all had woken up any earlier, you might've beaten the after-church crowd. No such dice, not that you found yourself capable of caring too much when your stomach churned, whether from hunger or nausea, you weren't too sure.

A quick squeeze of your thigh called your attention to the windshield, a semi-dusty and welcome sight, one hell of a hole-in-the-wall diner. You smiled over at Dallas, a nonverbal appreciation of his skill in having found a nice, quiet place for the both of you.

The coffee shop was quaint, with barely enough tables to house any gathering of over fifteen people. It appeared more residential than it did commercial, it quelled the residual apprehension your mind had harbored earlier on the topic of visiting a place dedicated solely to coffee. 

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself from your manmade cocoon, legs tucked up near your chest, cheek pressed to the warmth of the window. You had been in the position for all of fifteen minutes, but as you stretched your legs and moved from the passenger seat, you couldn’t help but groan. Dallas’s head swiveled toward you; disbelief-riddled amusement written clearly across his face.

The bastard couldn’t even pretend to take pity on you. 

“Really? Are you going to keel over and die? Need me to carry you?”

You thwarted his sarcastic remarks with a wave of your hand, although each sluggish movement seemed to tie itself around your stomach, heaving the muscle into the back of your throat, begging you to spill your guts in the empty parking lot. You weren’t worried for yourself, no, instead you took pity on the imagined owners of the place, how disgusted they’d be rinsing off such a mess in Tulsa heat. 

With eyebrows furrowed and a hand clasped to your stomach, you finally removed yourself from the car. Dallas was strides ahead of you, hands on his hips, eyes squinted from the overhead sun as he took in the state of the diner. He hadn’t noticed your state until you made your way beside him, and only then did a flicker of genuine worry cross his face.

“Hey.” His hands reached for you, one gentle against your back as the other braced your shoulder. “We can go home, y’know. I can make you something.”

It was sweet, truly, it was. But your mind quickly stilled all feelings of affection as the faint scent of coffee wafted through the air. “Yeah, no.” You shrugged his touch, mindlessly walking toward the refreshing scent that promised relief from the pressure within your skull.

A cowbell hung above the front door, announcing your entrance for whomever was indoors. You winced at the sudden noise, quickly moving yourself closer to the front counter. 

Pastries sat in a woven basket, and upon closer inspection, you realized that they were plastic. Decorations, you thought, dust-covered decorations. 

Bemused, you reached out to touch them. A scone sat toward the front, polished to look fresh from the oven. It reminded you of play food, and you turned to your side, expecting to find Dallas beside you.

Dallas, however, stood a few paces behind you, completely captivated by the nearby curtains. You turned halfway, the body still facing the front counter as you watched him swish the fabric between his fingers, a palpable look of confusion on his face. 

"This place a house?" He asked after a beat, continuing to play with the curtains. "These curtains, too homely for a business."

You shrugged, figuring it was better to leave it as a question than to impose something on a business you knew nothing of. All you truly knew was the building had a calming atmosphere, not unlike the way a relative’s house felt like home. Wafts of coffee and freshly baked pastries lingered in the air and any true questions you had vanished along with the passing scents. 

Dallas's conversation with himself must've caught the attention of whoever was in the next room over, or what you gathered to be the kitchen, as within the minute an older woman ducked into the front with a bright smile upon her face and enough flour on her apron to bake a cake. 

"Hello, you two." She greeted, her hands working nearly autonomously for two paper menus beneath the counter. "Sorry, I usually hear the bell. I'm in between batches, so I can get you both settled and get your orders in."

Before you could even begin to read, she ushered you and Dallas over toward a corner booth. The seats were worn, the age of the leather made apparent by the faint groan of the material as you seated yourself. She stood by your side, hip resting against the wooden border of the booth. To grant you both a bit of privacy, she kept her attention fixed on her notepad, which you were certain was devoid of any writing, but you internally thanked her for the gesture. 

Last week’s sermon echoed from a nearby radio, filling the silence shared between you and Dallas as you scooted into the seat across from his. A distant breeze flitted through cracked windows, bringing with it the dust of summer, the heat surprisingly pleasant underneath the hum of overhead fans.

Dallas drummed his fingers against the table, teeth biting his bottom lip, unconsciously picking away at the skin as his eyes scoured the menus. They were old, and used, but beautifully written. You envied the writing, as close to print as you could get with handwriting. The only tell for the pair having been handwritten was the pacing of certain letters and different arrangements of refreshments. 

"This place is as old as dirt," Dallas noted, lifting his menu, the midday sun reflecting off the notebook paper. You couldn't help but laugh at Dallas's bluntness, he never could keep in his thoughts.

"Dallas." You whispered through your laughter with a swat to his forearm. His brows furrowed together at the swat, and with a childish and feigned pout, he rubbed his hand against the already fading mark. You shook your head, returning your attention to the menu with a hushed, "Deserve it, y'know that? Can't keep in your thoughts for shit."

He snickered at your words, knowing the truth behind them well enough not to argue. It wasn't long before you both decided on what you wanted to drink, not that there was much to choose from. While the business was dedicated to coffee, there weren't too many brews to choose from. You decided on the house blend, while Dallas chose regular black coffee. 

"We're at a coffee place." Confusion was written heavily on your face as you handed over the menus to the woman you'd met earlier. "And you choose black coffee?"

"It's good." She interrupted, with a fair bit of laughter. "I don't blame him; my husband is the same way. He can't stand nothin' in his coffee besides the beans themselves."

"Can't stand any other types of coffee?" Dallas asked. "And you both own a coffee shop?"

"Dallas!" You chided. "Shut up!"

Whatever life she'd lived had granted her the patience of a saint, and you found yourself eternally grateful for it as she laughed, a genuine and kind laugh that took you by surprise. Not so much Dallas, however, who wore a cocky smirk on his face as he looked back at you. 

"You two crack me up." She laughed, taking a moment to wipe beneath her eyes. "I love how bold your generation is, don't take nothin' from no one."

Before you could utter an apology on behalf of your unapologetic counterpart, she departed from your booth with a fit of laughter. You were confused, but still grateful for her grace despite Dallas's blatant inability to process words before spewing them out.

"You're rude." You huffed, although your words came with a quirk up of your lips. "It's almost amazing how you don't think before you speak."

Dallas chuckled under his breath with a shrug of his shoulders, a careless and amused expression upon his face as he rested back against the booth seat. 

"Never claimed to be a thoughtful man." He replied with a lift of his hips, his right hand moving beneath him as he wrangled free a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches. "You know, she never did answer my question." 

"No," You replied through a grin. "No, she did not." 

The sermon continued through crackling speakers, over the choir an older man spoke of the 'end times.' Dallas's attempts to strike his match were your only solace within the noise, and despite your enjoyment of his growing irritation, you decided to be kind. 

"Here-" You huffed as you leaned over the table, quickly snatching the match from his grasp before striking it against the table. Luckily, it lit, otherwise, you wouldn't've heard the end of it from Dallas. His eyebrows rose in nonverbal appreciation as you held out the lit match, igniting the end of his cigarette. 

"How are you goin' to taste the coffee with cigarette on your tongue?" You asked, genuinely curious as you waved away the plumes of smoke that left his lungs. 

"Just as I would normally." He replied, words dripping in sarcasm. "I'll drink it."

"Christ's sake." You sighed beneath your breath with a quick wave of your hand to extinguish the match. "Can't take pity on me even when I'm hungover?"

Dallas clicked his tongue against his teeth, a rough breath leaving him, a dramatic show of his pondering of your words. He rolled his head back, hand moving toward his mouth to hold his cigarette steady as he took pull, after pull. 

"I'll take pity on 'ya." He stated, pulling his cigarette from between his lips. "Just this once."

The thick scent of cigarette smoke permeated the air, mingling with the growing presence of freshly brewed coffee. It was an oddly sweet mixture, one you didn't entirely mind as you rested back against the booth, the soft material warmed by the sun pouring in from the nearby windows. 

You weren't left to wallow in silence for too long before the creaking sound of the kitchen doors echoed through the front of the diner. Dallas's head turned to the side, his eyes squinting, lips lifting into a smile at the sight of the woman approaching with her hands full of coffee. 

"You need help with that?" You quickly asked, hardly giving her a second to answer as you moved to stand. She shook her head, uttering a quick, "Aht!" 

The noise caught you off-guard, it was something you'd grown used to hearing from your parents as a child, whenever you got into something you weren't supposed to - not from a woman you barely knew. 

Dallas, however, found it hilarious. His head fell back in laughter, genuine, almost stomach-hurting laughter. You couldn't help but laugh along with him as you raised your hands, a sight that pleased the older woman as she sat down your coffee, as well as Dallas's. 

"Sorry, hun." She apologized, although you could tell she hardly meant it. Not that you needed an apology in the first place. "It's the only noise my boys ever listened to, got them to quit real quick. Didn't want you gettin' up for a service I'm providin' you."

“No, no. It’s fine.” You were quick to reassure her, laughter still threading through your words. 

Once you and Dallas were settled, albeit with occasional bouts of laughter, she made her way around the counter and disappeared back into the kitchen. 

The mugs weren’t commercial, yours wore the faded markings of an old Mother’s Day quote, while Dallas’s had a faded I-95-mile marker plastered on the front. You traced your fingers over the letters, wondering how old it was, and who had gifted it. 

Dallas spared no such thought to his, quickly lifting the heated ceramic to his lips with a murmured, “Finally.” 

You understood his plight, nothing quelled a hangover better than caffeine or a greasy meal – preferably both, but neither of you had the appetite, so coffee would suffice. 

Dallas groaned around his first mouthful, and you weren’t certain if it was due to the temperature or the taste until you watched as he swallowed back another, and then another.

“Jesus Christ, Dal.” Your eyes widened as you watched him. “That good?”

He answered with a hearty sigh, upper lip reddened by the sharp temperature of the coffee. You had yet to take a sip, your fingers flared against the ceramic, hardly able to stand the heat for too long. At his insistence, although nonverbal, you raised your mug to your lips. 

The taste was robust, flaring across your tongue in a flavor so soothing you couldn’t help but clutch the mug. Coffee, made by yourself, was usually instant. The jar toward the front of your local grocery store, the little granules permeating the air in your apartment before you had even begun to brew it. It was safe to say that neither you nor Dallas were used to home-brewed coffee, and it showed in both of your expressions. 

In a laugh filled with surprise, you lowered your mug from your lips. Dallas met your expression with a lift of his brow, his lips downturned. Conversation between you died down, replaced by the distant crooning of an old Johnny Cash song. 

It was comfortable, the silence you shared. You allowed yourself to relax, back pressed to the crackled leather of the booth seat as you held your mug close. 

Outside you could spot the afternoon traffic, people in their cars fixed with varying expressions of fatigue – and yet there you were, seated across from Dallas in a diner neither of you would’ve picked under any other circumstance. 

As though he sensed your thoughts, Dallas placed his mug down against the counter. “This is nice, isn’t it?”

The normal sarcastic tone Dallas took was no longer present, instead, he looked at you with a smile, albeit a lazy one. You nodded, “Yeah, yeah it is.” 

Neither of you had plans for the day ahead, and so you spent the better part of an hour in that booth, conversing over refill, after refill of your respective mugs. When your stomach grumbled for something other than coffee and pastries, you and Dallas decided to leave. 

Dallas vehemently swore that the surprise visit counted as a date. The argument escalated, playfully, while you both rustled through your pockets for whatever change you could muster up. As Dallas fingered through his bills, you grabbed a napkin, hastily scrawling down the address of the diner with a pen Dallas had stolen from a recent hospital visit. 

Whether it was a date or not, you and Dallas were certain to return - hopefully without a hangover. 

A/N: I live! Huzzah! I figured I'd surprise you guys with a cute lil' funny story with Dallas! I have several, and I mean several stories lined up. This one took precedent, which is kinda stupid considering I did a poll and everything. Life has been really stressful, but I'm slowly getting my groove back. I hope you all enjoy this, and thank you all so much for your continuous support. I love you all so much.

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Need more sub Dallas smut 🤭👀 possibly him getting hard at a bad time when you kissed him

Word Count: 1440

A/N: hi pookies. DID YALL MISS ME :) Im sorry i haven't updated!! happy new year? Back with a good one tho!! also follow my tiktok: spikedhe4rt bc i don't really care who sees my face fr! I LOVE YALL AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

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Dallas never really showed his submissive side infront of others. Only me. His reputation was important to him, what would others think if they knew he gets on his knees and begs just for the chance to fuck me. Im his girlfriend, the girl that makes everyone jealous because "shes getting fucked by Dally". Its boosts his ego so I let it happen.

Dallas, after tons of convincing got me to go out for night with him. I never been a huge fan of parties. Dally on the other hand was a party animal, dragging along two-bit for his shenanigans constantly. Two had better things to do, surprisingly, so he looped me in.

"Dally, I thought Two bailing on you would inspire you to take a break" I told him as I looked at myself in a full body mirror.

"Nah. The party animal in me never stops, doll" He says in response, I roll my eyes at his comment.

I hear his footsteps creak against the floorboards as he comes up behind me. His arms wrapped my waist, warm hands coming to touch my stomach. I reached my hand up to touch his hair as i leaned into him. "I can count on you behaving tonight-" I tugged his hair to bring him closer to my level "-hm?"

A quick flash of desperation came over his face before that signature smirk. "Yes ma'am" I flipped myself around so our chests were touching, "Good boy. You ready?" I asked with a toothy smile. He nodded, grabbing my hand to lead me to the door.

We decided to walk to the party because Tim's wasn't that far. After we got there, I picked a corner for us to stay in. I know its a party but sometimes you just need a moment. Dallas decides to venture off and catch up with his pals. I take a sip of my beer as I sit with my legs crossed, scanning the room.

I decide to find Dally in boredom, I spot him with Tim and some other guy. I walk over and tap him, he opens his arms to invite me to sit on his lap. "Hi, Dal." I say in a sultry tone.

He says nothing, pulling me closer to him and continuing to talk. At some point, Tim and whoever the hell he was left, leaving me and Dally alone.

After a little bit of talking, I go to the bathroom, needing to pee. As I washed my hands, I heard the laughter of people outside. One particular laugh stuck out to me, some girl sounding like a damn bird. I laughed to myself and walked out.

My face quickly changed when I saw the scene in front of me. The cackle came from a girl talking to Dallas. " Oh my god. Dallas, you're so funny" she exclaimed. His face read confusion "All I said was my name-"

I smiled to myself before walking up to Dally and kissing him feverishly. I got up on his lap as we continued. I heard heels click as I ran my hand down his chest. I smirked as I felt his cock get harder against me. At a party? I pulled away to look at him with a cocky expression. "All it takes is a kiss and a hand down your chest for you to get hard like desperate slut, huh?" I whispered in shell of his ear.

His body leaned into mine, before he whispered back "Please- Can we go to the bathroom" I beamed. "Im glad y'know who you belong to," I told him before jumping off his lap and leading him to the bathroom. I made sure to lock it behind us.

His lips captured mine as soon as I turned around. Dallas's tongue quickly slipped into my mouth. The kiss was hot and passionate, feeling like he never needed anything more in this moment. Fuck. The feeling of wetness flooding my underwear as I started to grind against him.

"I need you so bad..."

"Baby please"

"You're so beautiful, fuck"

Praises and pleas spilled from his lips. My lips curled into a smile and Dally's hands came down to my ass. I started to kiss his neck, my lips lightly pressed into the supple skin. "You're such a good boy for not entertaining her. You deserve a reward." My hand came to rub his hard-on over his jeans. "You want my mouth on your cock, hm?"

He nods.

"Use your words like you want it" I rebutted. 

"Yes- Shit right there" he interrupted himself as my hand slipped into underwear past his denim.

I brushed hand along his cock, sending goosebumps against his skin. My knees touched the floor as I pulled down on his jeans and briefs.

I placed kisses down his hard cock, making him let out a deep breath. "You're such a slut for my touch, aren't you?" I asked looking up at him. "Yes, ma'am" he breathed. Thats new.

I take the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. I smile as I him almost fully in my mouth. My other hand came to message his balls, rolling through skin in my fingers. Another moan spilled from Dallas's lips "Please. Can I guide you?" he asked in a low voice. "Mhm" I hummed with him still in my mouth.

Dally's hand rested on my head before he started to slowly move it up and down. His tip hit the back of my throat lightly as he whimpered. Dallas's hips bucked in my mouth harshly, making me gag a little. He continued to lightly fuck my mouth as I rubbed my hand on his meaty thigh.

I pulled off him, looking up "You're such a good boy baby, You wanna cum for me?" His lip was caught between his teeth as he nodded. I gave him a knowing look, "Yes yes. Let me cum. Please" he said, vocalizing what he wants.

Mouth came back down to his tip, swirling my tongue on the tip once again. Both my hands came to stroke his cock. Dally choked on a moan. "Fuck, please don't stop. G-gonna cum" He was loud but we didn't care at the moment.

I felt the taste of his cum a minute later as his body lightly shook. "You did so good for me" I praised his as I lifted myself off the ground. I immediately captured his lips, the taste of his own cum flooding his mouth. "You think you can handle another, hm? Ill let you fuck me for your behavior." He nodded, still drunk from his orgasm.

I jumped up on the counter, the cold material resting against my thighs. Dally pulled my pants and underwear down in a swift movement. I brought my hand down to my pussy, collecting my arousal. My fingers came up to his mouth, he accepted them quickly and bobbing his head. Dallas desperately aligned his cock with my hole, bottom out inside

Dally let out a whine, "Oh...I love so much" I smiled at his words "Mhm...You love me and pussy so much, don't you? Say it, you can do it." His thrusts started off slow as I lightly clenched down on him. "I love you and your pussy so much. Shit" His hands came around my hips and head fell into my neck.

Dallas's thrust became faster and more aggressive as he groaned into my neck. He soon started placing open mouth kisses on my neck, increasing the euphoria I was feeling. His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust. "Mm. You're making me feel so good" I told as I moaned.

My walls flutter around his cock as I feel my orgasm getting closer. Dally's pants get louder, his hair getting light moist with sweat. "You're so handsome like this. Keep fucking me, just like that" I take my hand from Dally's shoulder to rub my clit, increasing my pleasure.

I topple over the edge with a loud moan, my orgasm making legs shake. Dallas's thrust stay at the current pace, with him chasing his own peak. "Baby can I cum please" he says with a groan. His face stayed in my neck as he moaned. "Look at my when you cum, sweetheart. you can do it, hmm?" I coo.

He looks up at me with low eyes.

"Good job, go ahead." I say with a smirk.

Dallas's eyes roll back in his head as he cums inside me. I kiss him as he rides his high. Good behavior deserves good rewards.