#smut tim shepard

[dior-desire]

johnny cade crushing on a popular soc hcs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— they all bombarded johnny with questions,

“ whered yall meet? ”,

“ you’ve been to her house?! ”

“ have yall done anything yet?? ”,

“ she got a sister?? ”

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

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

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

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

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[darrysgirl]

Handcuffs || Dallas Winston

Warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dom!dally, sub!reader, blindfolding, handcuffing

Summary: reader teases Dallas infront of the gang, making him really hard. he takes reader back home and punishes her.

Word count: 822

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It was around ten in the evening, the whole gang, except from Darry since he was at work. I was sat on the couch on Dally’s lap, I couldn’t get comfy so i kept moving about, feeling something hard underneath me. “Stop moving.” Dally groans quietly in my ear. I kiss his cheek and continue to move around. He leans his forehead on my shoulder. “Fucking stop it.” He whispers, I go to get up, discreetly grabbing his crotch. I walk into the kitchen, getting myself a glass of water.

Dallas walks in after me, slapping my ass as he stand behind me. Pressing his crotch onto my ass, “You ever do that in-front of everyone again, you’re getting punished.” He tells me. I nod, turning the tap off as we go back to where we sat before. I sit down on Dally’s lap again, and I move around again just to piss him off. He puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes it, “What did I say in the kitchen, doll?” He whispers, “Don’t know, Dal. I didn’t listen.” I smirk as I take a sip of my water.

Dallas takes the cup out of my hand and places it on the coffee table. He pulls me up with him, “Me and Y/n are going home.” He tells everyone, my cheeks go red as I know what’s about to happen. “Okay, Dal. See you later.” Sodapop says, waving us off. Dallas grabs my hand and drags me out of the door and back to out place. We get to the front door, he unlocks the door and drags me upstairs to our room. He pushes me onto the bed, “Strip.” He says, I obey, stripping all over clothing off. “Lie down, doll.” He demands, I obey again.

He pulls two pairs of handcuffs out of one of the nightstands draws. He cuffs my hands to the headboard and then cuffs my legs to the bottom of the bed. “Why are you cuffing my legs?” I ask. “So you can’t squeeze your legs together or anything.” He tells me, I whine. I was dripping wet by this point, I was so turned on and needed him inside of me. Dallas runs his fingers through my wet folds, causing me to shudder. He slowly inserts one finger inside of me, I let out a low moan. “More.” I say, he shakes his head. He continues to slowly move his one finger inside of me, till I get towards an orgasm which he quickly denies and takes his finger out.

“Dallas.” I growl, he laughs. I was soaking the bedsheets, he shakes his head. “I’m quite thirsty, doll.” He says, slowly rubbing my clit, my eyes rolls back. “Gonna go grab a beer.” He tells me before walking out. “No, Dal. Get back here!!” I shout, whining at the same time because I needed to cum so badly. I try squeezing my legs together but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. “Dallas!” I shout, “Be back up in 5, just finishin’ my beer!” He shouts back. I whine, trying to squeeze my legs together again.

It had been five minutes, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Dallas barges through the door, shirtless. He strips his pants and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. He gets in between my legs and slams himself straight into me. I scream out, cumming straight away due to how desperate I was and how much he edged me. “Dallas,” I whimper, I had become so sensitive. It hurt so bad but it felt so good at the same time. I was so close to my second orgasm.

Dallas was pounding into me, relentlessly. "Dal, it hurts." I whine, cumming again while pulling at the handcuffs. "You're doing so good, Doll. Takin' me so well." He grunts as he drills into me, I watch as he disappears inside of me, and so does he. This pushes him over the edge and he spills his warm cum inside of me. My legs were shaking and I was sweating. "You did so good, pretty girl." Dallas praises.

He picks me up and takes me to the bathroom, he places me on the toilet so I could pee. He wanders off into the bedroom and changes the sheets, putting the dirty ones in the laundry basket. Dallas comes back into the bathroom, and he carries me back into the bedroom. He places me onto the bed, helping me get dressed as we had to go back to the Curtis'. Once I was fully dressed, I sit at my vanity and freshen my makeup. When I looked presentable, we headed out the house. I lcoked the door behind us. Dallas wraps his arm around me, and kisses my head.

"I love you, Doll." He grins, I look up at him and smile. "I love you too, Dal." I say, cuddling into his side.

[spikedhe4rt]

Could u do a Darry x Tim x Reader where they have a threesome or their in a poly relationship and it's just a super smutty oneshot?! Ty!!

Word Count: 1077

A/N: Another request!! You guy's probably didn't know but I write for Tim too. Hope yall enjoy this!! My request box is always open. Love you guys. <3

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"Fuck" I sighed as Darry and Tim stood infront me. I was sleeping with them both but I didn't think they would find out. "So you weren't gonna tell us" Darry asked me. I shrugged at him "You think I was gonna tell you that I was fucking you both. Tim rolled his eyes "Watch your tone"

I let out a laugh "Tim, why so strict?" Him and Darry looked like they wanted to murder me to be honest but I ignored it. "Why did you even come here. Am I supposed to feel apologize or feel s-" Tim's hand came across my throat lightly. "You will when were done with you, sweetheart" I whimpered at his promise. He pulled me into a rough kiss.

Darry came behind me, grabbing my waist. I felt the hem on get tugged up by Darry. I was left in my bra as Darry ran his hands over my body. Tim brought a hand level to my face and parted my lips with his thumb. I accepted his thumb immediately, taking the whole thing in my mouth.

A moan left my mouth as I felt Darrys hand slip into my pants past my underwear, ghosting across my clit. Tim pulled me into a feverish kiss, tongue slipping into my mouth almost immediately. Darrys hand started to slowly rub my clit making me whine. I pulled away from Tim for a second "Please faster Dar" He gave me an almost immediate "No"

Tears welt in my eyes at the teasing. They were doing it on purpose. I felt myself at pulled back into the kiss by Tim as Darry continued his actions. "Y'know this can be so much better if you just say sorry, baby" Darry whispered to me. He started to kiss my neck as his hand trailed down to my sopping hole. His fingers teased my entrance before pushing in one finger.

Darry pumped his finger in and out as he continued to kiss my neck. Tim continued to kiss me until we were breathless. "Fuck me please" I breathed out to them. They halted there movements and looked at me. "Shes begging now, Darry. Does she deserve it just yet?" He talked like I wasn't even there. Darry looked at my desperate expression, hoping they would help me. "No. Make her work for it"

"Get on your knees for us" Tim said as I nodded and sunk down. They unbuckled their belts and pants as I waited with a pout on my face. I pulled down their pants for them and started to palm them through their boxers. They groaned as I pulled their cocks out and stroked them slowly, smiling up at them. I took Darry's tip in my mouth as I continued to pump Tim.

I pulled off him "You like that?" He nodded before grabbing my hair lightly and pushing me down on his cock more, my nose almost resting against his skin. "Yea, Keep going hun." Tim moaned as he started to guide my hand faster. My hips bucked against nothing as I got even wetter. A hand pulled me back by my hair.

Fuck. Tims hand pulled my down on his cock next, spit bubbling at the corners of my mouth. I pulled him out with a pop, then stroking them both at the same time again. "Cum for me. Please" I pleaded. They shook their heads "We wanna cum inside you sweetheart"!

Tim gripped my chin and pulled me up. Once I was back up, he kissed me quickly before Darry pulled me into a kiss after. He pulled us over to the bed as we continued to kiss. Darrys back hit the bedspread as I got on top of him. "You gonna take us like a good girl?" He asked me. Us? Oh Fuck.

I felt Darrys tip prod my hole before pushing into me. I felt the wind get knocked out of me as he brought his hands to my hip and moved me up and down on him. I cried out, tears threatening to spill from pleasure. "I know hun, I know" he comforted me. As I got used to the feeling, I felt Tim behind me. He started to leave hickeys on me I continued to ride Darry.

His hand came over my shoulder to rub my throbbing clit, making me moan, loudly. "You look so gorgeous, baby" he whispered praises in my ear as my orgasm came closer. "Im gonna cum. Please let me cum" Darry laughed at my pleas "Cum for us. Were not done tho" I nodded, showing him my understanding. I felt my peak wash over me as I saw stars. "Oh Shit." Moans of their names repeatedly came from my mouth as I rode out my high.

I whimpered as I felt Darry starting to move me again. My legs shook but I needed more. Tim spit on his thumb before bringing it down to my puckered hole, preparing me. He pushed his cock into me, doubling my pleasure. They stopped for second to let me adjust before absolutely wrecking me. They thrusted into me at brutal pace. "Feels so good. D-don't stop" I pleaded to them.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I braced my hands on Darrys chest. Tim brought his hand forward to pinch my nipples. "Fuck. I-im sorry." I whispered in-between moans. Darry grinned as he heard me finally say it. "What was that hun." I moaned, completely fucked out. "Im sorry. So sorry. Oh my god." I almost yelled. "Aww. Thank you for the apology, sweetheart" Tim said to me, smirk apparent in his voice.

"Anything for you. Mm" my voice was breathless and weak. I felt their eyes fixated on me, making me feel special and loved.

I felt my second orgasm crash down on me suddenly, without warning as I screamed from the pleasure. My nails scratched down Darrys chest. "Cumming." I groaned out, quietly. Their thrusts continued as they chased their own peak. "Gonna cum all inside you baby." and "You're gonna love it, hun" came from them as they painted my insides.

My body slumped down, my tiredness coming out. They both pulled out of me and caressed me softly as they laid me down in the middle of my bed. "We love you, always" I smiled even in my dazed state, "I love you guys too"

[a-punchline-on-duct-tape]

💋 Tim Shepard please🙏

tim shepard. - please!

includes: nsfw content.

for the most part, tim's far too tough to celebrate valentine's day.

however, if you really enjoyed celebrating, i could see him being a little nicer.

maybe he'd take you out somewhere, or he'd buy steal something small for you.

probably a bracelet or necklace you've been eyeing for a while.

after the day's over, the part he’s been looking forward to most arrives.

he managed to get both curly and angela out the house for the night.

curly goes to the drive-in with ponyboy and johnny while angela went out with one of her boy-toys.

you both sit on the couch, making out with hands drawn to one another like magnets.

eventually, he gets so sick of your teasing, and he needs to fuck you.

takes you to his room before he rips your clothes off, leaving you in just your panties, as he holds you in his lap.

he might rub over your panties or he slips his fingers and rubs your clit underneath.

or his rough, calloused fingers rub all across your soft skin as he holds you.

i feel like he’s into making you beg.

the idea alone of you begging him to touch you gets him hard.

“tim, please… i need you…”

“come on, baby… m’sure you can do better than that…”

he’ll give in soon, however.

seeing your eyes well up, tears threatening to spill any second as you plead with him to fuck you.

“alright, baby. since you need me so bad…”

he’d make you unbuckle his belt for him while he takes his shirt off.

either make you beg for him to take your panties off, or he’d just slip them to the side.

he wouldn’t want to hurt you, so he’d finger you for a bit before he’d actually fuck you.

“so wet already…”

“so pretty takin’ my fingers, huh?”

he’d either leave hickey’s on your neck, the smell of your perfume/cologne driving him insane.

or, he’d leave kisses on your lips while he mutters sweet-nothing’s to you.

once he decides your actually ready, he starts off real gentle.

as he slips it in, he’d hear your quiet moans.

“i know, baby, i know.”

starts off with slower, weaker thrusts, as you adjust to his size.

he quickly gets rough, however.

he loves the feeling of your nails scratching his back as you moan his name.

he wouldn’t be a really loud moaner, a quiet groan or ‘fuck.’ every now and then is probably the most you’ll hear out of him.

he’d rub your clit while he fucks your brains out for sure.

either that or he’d gently grope your boobs while he thrusts into you really fast.

likes it when you rest your head in the crook of his neck, too weak from pleasure to sit up straight.

he’s in the middle of praising and degrading.

“my pretty little slut…”

“taking me so good…”

probably makes you suck his fingers.

it gets him really hard

his favourite poses are cowgirl and doggystyle.

once you finish, he’d get you a drink of water and clean you off, but he mostly talks in the morning.

he’d cuddle with you until you both fall asleep, while he whispers sweet-nothings in your ear.

[sol-consort]

Idk if this is your vision or not but, I get the vibe that the illusive man would really like to see shepard and miranda fuck because they're both like dolls in his dollhouse if you know what I mean (like me when I was a little girl and made my dolls scissor lmao). Also I think I'm sick in the head because I think it's really like erotic that he brought us back from the dead like watching over us naked on the surgical table and basically rebuilding her like frankestein type beat (is that weird lmao?)

The illusive man is really the med university drop out to our frankestein's monster <3

It's erotic in the sense that he's viewing you as a piece of art rather than a piece of meat to lust after. Each body part, each square of skin, each droplet of blood, is treated with ten times the value of gold.

You're revered as much as you are obsessed over by him. As he constructs you and comes by weekly to gaze upon your naked form on the medical bed, marvel at his grand creation in all of its glory.

Reconstructing every part of you back to its original form, going through so much trouble just to make you the exact same because you were already the embodiment of perfection to him.

He didn't want to dare change a single thing, add enhancements, or microchip in your brain at the slightest risk it might actually change you, even a little bit. He couldn't afford that.

You're so right about him enjoying watching Miranda and Shep in bed together.

Miranda is more of a childhood doll, worn out and bores him by now, yet he grew attached to her nonetheless. A reminder of his more humble beginnings.

Shepard is his pride and joy, the golden trophy, a symbol of humanity. To own Shepard is to own all of humanity's collective spirts and hearts. It's the perfect doll for the founder of Cerberus, the organization with "looking out for humanity's best interest in mind, above all" as their slogan.

He constructed an entire playground for you, his favourite doll. Built an entire ship, hired the most talented actors and spies to work under you, and brought back your old friends as consolation so he could tie you down to him.

If your attachment to cerberus wasn't enough, then at least the presence of your old friends would make you reconsider.... or at least, confuse your mind enough to start associating his organisation with the same warmth and familiarity.

He built you up, much like god moulded the first human out of clay, The illusive man rightfully views himself as your maker.

Therefore, he knows what's best for you, even when you're not aware of it. You've been too restless lately, chasing after a past long forgotten, why don't you let him remind you of the present you're currently missing out on? Dangling a prize or two in front of your face to get your attention.

Especially with a femshep, he'd be condensing with his phrasing. Not paying your presence any mind as he turns his attention to Miranda, telling her to take you to her room and have a girls playdate. Dismising the two grown women in front of him, Shepard boiling with fury as if she's about to break his jaw, and Miranda who has to swallow her pride and answer with a polite affirmative.

You know he's watching as she strips you down on her bed. You can feel his scorching gaze on your skin through every camera in this room.

Picture him sitting on his chair, legs crossed, head titled to the side in a faux bored look, resting his cheek against the top of his closed hand.

You loath the way Miranda kisses you ever so sweetly, wondered if she's doing this out of her own free will or by some obligation to obide to his every word. Her hand moving up to cup your breast, squeezing the tender flesh, thumb swiping against your pebbling nipple before she takes it in her mouth.

Your back arches against the bed, her hands trail down your sides.

Lips wrapped around your sensitive nipple, sucking and mouthing against it as her fingers move more and more downwards. Brushing your clit, thumbing against it.

Keenly observing your reactions and learning just how you like to be played with, soaking in every piece of new information you unawarly expose to her from the slightest tremble of your bottom lip to your nails digging into the mattress below.

Miranda's fingers getting sticky with your wetness, your heavy breathing fills the room. Suppressed whines and whimpers; you don't want to grant him the satisfaction of hearing you, not when can already see everything happening from tens of angles.

Grabbing a pillow and burying your face into it just as the pleasure build up is too much, the knot in your core pulled too tightly, a mere flick against your clit there is all it takes for you to unravel. You keep the pillow firmly on your face, stealing another scene—one which he views as rightfully his own—from him.

Swearing that the next time you fuck Miranda it will either be on national television for everyone to see and not just him, or in some isolated dingy basement bar on a stained mattress where he may never reach you two.

"A girls playdate" what a fucking joke. You'll make him choke on his words one of those days.

[x3no9]

Just sketched Harper x Hackett as featured in my horror-themed fanfic collection. Harper is featured as the former Illusive Man, but he made a deal with the darkness in order to live eternally. A brilliant musician and tactician, Jack meets the uptight, severe Admiral while at the Alliance gala recital.

Please note: I am an enormous Jackett fan, perhaps even coined that term, lol, and I always depict or describe Hackett as being taller and a bit stronger. For the sake of being true to classic, romantic horror, I made him appear slighter in frame.

The story linked is for the collection and includes Starfield and Resident Evil chapters.

Please let me know what you think!

[eternalslover]

I love Steve Randle

When you get the time can you do the gang x a very short reader? Please and thank you so much

DARRY CURTIS

Darry is so very tall and you are so very little in comparison to him

There’s a lot about your height that Darry really loves and of course, I’m gonna tell you all about it

He loves the way you look up at him and the way you have to go on up on your toes to kiss him

But he’s not too mean and will bend down to meet you half-way for the kisses

He loves the fact that he can just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, he’s done that a few times when you all play football in the lot

Dare’s super protective too so he likes that he can tuck you behind himself and shield you from everyone else

SODAPOP CURTIS

Soda loves to wrap his arms around your waist and set his chin on top of your head

He is going to tease you about your height, call you munchkin and shortie and any other height-related nicknames

But it’s all in good-taste, he loves you, he just really likes to tease

Little kisses pressed to the crown of your head are something you’re going to get a lot of from him

Piggy-back rides! Almost forgot about them!

He’ll just scoop you up and carry you around like it’s not a big deal, and to him, it isn’t

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy is the lanky sort of tall, he’s not as wide as Darry or as evenly proportioned as Sodapop but he’s a lean sort of a tall

Genuinely a sweetheart, is so willing to bend down for you or grab anything you need off of the top shelf

If you’re that stubborn kind of short, the kind that would rather scale the sides of shelving units rather than have someone get the item from the higher shelves for you, Ponyboy is waiting patiently at your side, making sure you don’t fall off

If you want to go climbing, that’s completely your choice; Pony just wants to make sure you don’t die

Even though he’s a sweetheart, he is going to tease you but his taunting isn’t as bad as some of the others

“Sure you don’t need help, darlin’?” “Go away.”

DALLAS WINSTON

Another one of the boys who is going to to tease you mercilessly about your height

“Hey, shortstack, can you go grab that thing off the top shelf?” “Shut up, Dally.”

“How’s the weather down there, midget?” “I’m actually going to kick you.”

If he’s in a sweet mood, he’ll call you baby doll, you know he’s being sincere when he calls you that

Is a sucker for the way you look up at him, likes to purposely pull you closer to you have to tip you head back to look at him

He thinks you’re awful cute though, so much smaller than he is

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny’s not the tallest one in the gang but he still has a little bit of height to lord over you

He’s not unbearable though, all of his teasing is done out of love and is in good taste

Silently amused when you have to go up on your toes to reach for things and your fingers stretch to try and snag whatever you’re hunting for

This boy will purposely give you his jacket because it’s just so big on you, the sleeves fall down so far

He’s in love with the way only the edges of your fingers are visible when you have it on

Overall, is very considerate, he bends down to your level, makes sure the things you want are within reach for you

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

The king of randomly coming up and just scooping you up to spin you around and around

He’s not short by any stretch of the imagination so he takes full advantage of your small stature!

Expect pecks to your nose and your temples, they’re areas of easy access for Two-Bit and he’ll press kiss after kiss there

He’ll call you height related nicknames but when he does it, it’s usually just him being sweet

He means them to be genuine, it’s rare that he actually calls you by your name anyway

Short stuff and pumpkin are the ones he usually calls you!

STEVE RANDLE

Steve is probably the worst out of all the boys when it comes to your height

He will hold whatever you need just out of your reach, just high enough that you can barely touch it, your fingers skim across it

All he desires is a kiss, one kiss (many kisses) and then the thing you want is all yours

He also likes to just drop his arms around your shoulder and lay all of his weight on top of you

You’ve almost fallen multiple times but Steve usually manages to keep the both of you up and standing

But you’re cute, he loves your height, loves the way you aren’t afraid to tug him down to your level

TIM SHEPARD

If Tim doesn’t pull you up and into a kiss by the back of your neck, is he even kissing you?

Because of your size, it’s so easy for him to just pull you down into his lap, an ability he takes advantage of often

You’re easy to tuck behind him, his protective streak really enjoys that and it makes him feel all big and bad

He loves tucking your head under his chin, pulling you tight against him, just a simple little behaviour he absolutely adores

If you instigate it? If you walk up and tuck yourself into his chest, making sure your head rests below his jaw?

Tim literally falls apart, he can’t tell you he loves you enough or kiss you deeply enough

CURLY SHEPARD

Arguably one of the ones who are the worst with a short s/o

The teasing is endless and Curly doesn’t hold back anything, nicknames, remarks, casually picking you up and tossing you around because you’re so little

He will literally pat the top of your head with this innocent little smile like you’re some kind of tiny dog

He really does love your height, I promise, he’s just a little jerk, but it’s alright because we still love him

Curly loves when you tuck yourself into his side and your head only comes up to about his shoulders

Is immensely protective over you in crowded spaces because he’s afraid of you getting lost somewhere in the throng of people

[m4y4wasnthere]

betting at the bar

dallas winston x fem!reader short fic

warnings: MAJOR smut. barely any plot. , alcohol mention, degrading, minor mention of cat-calling, smoking mention, choking

a/n: i never bothered to learn alot of card games, so js pick wtv u want

the lights were a dim red, almost straining you’re eyes as you focused on the hand you had infront of you.

you were in a card game, playing with Tim Shepard, Buck, a few from Tim’s gang, and none other than Dallas Winston himself.

you had a good rep, mostly known for your looks. it wasn’t all that bad, until people start thinking you don’t have a brain. thats why this game was started, Dallas and Tim had a bet on wether or not you were just a pretty face.

you were aggravated with their belittling towards you, the bet and bickering between them beforehand took place right infront of your face. they both had no shame. you were about to prove them wrong.

Dallas bet in your favor, you were smart and weren’t just any dumb broad.

You weren’t too close with Dal, you guys always had some sort of awkward tension between the two of you, had no clue why or when it started. He didn’t necessarily do anything bad, Dallas just made it clear he avoided you.

Your attention was quickly brought back to the game when you heard Tim speak up.

“C’mon pretty lady, why dont you pick a damn card already.” He winked at you with a ugly smirk. You knew Tim as well as you knew Dallas, good enough to know he was an alright guy but ugly when he got drunk. He was drunk off his mind and you knew by the way he was flirting.

Dallas grit his teeth, remaining silent, his eyes piercing into yours from across the round table. You threw down your hand with a sly smile, and you sipped your wine.

Jaws dropped throughout the table, and the only one unsurprised was Dallas. He slyly smirked as you watched a few of the guys throw their cards down in a hissy fit, walking away. Tim lost a few bucks to Dallas, and you started collecting your earnings.

“I swear she cheated Dal.. I swear..it! She must’ve bribed someone with her looks or somethin’” Tim’s words were slurring together as he failed to comprehend his loss. “Go to bed man, you lost fair and square.” Dal threw his beer bottle in the trash and looked over at you again.

“What made you wanna bet in my favor Dal? Never thought you’d think so highly of me.” you walked over to his side and leaned your back on the table. “ don’t get the wrong idea man, i know you ‘s all” he reached over beside you to get a dollar off the table surface, making his face inches from yours.

“You know me?” you said in a slight mocking whisper. He kept his arm planted behind you, making your face start to heat up. “You think I don’t know why you dress up like that, doll?” His eyes drifted around your face, starting to linger on each detail of your body more than the last, “short little miniskirts that make your ass barely peek out, just enough for guys to peek but not get the full thing.. tank tops that make your tits pop out.”

His voice was slow, low in a whisper. His words struck you, and you blushed at how descriptive he was.

“Dal I don’t know what you’re talking about I-“

“Don’t lie to me, man. I’m not stupid.” Dallas broke away from you, and turned away. Making his way towards the stairs that led up to his room.

You stood there stunned, unsure of what to do.

He stood at the step of the stairs, without looking back at you said, “you coming or not?”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed, his message unclear.

“I’m not letting you walk home after drinking all that wine, you’re staying here tonight.”

He took a cigarette out and lit it, getting a drag and looking over his shoulder before speaking again.

“I just complimented your tits, what other way would I ask you to sleep with me, doll.”

Your face blushed from his forwardness, but you quickly followed him up the stairs, straight down the hallway to his bedroom.

He opened the door and it smelled like cigarettes, beer and him. His smell wasn’t something you could easily pinpoint, it wasnt bad, it was just, there.

He took off his shirt, revealing his toned body. Slightly sweaty from the body heat of the bar in general, you couldnt help but stare.

“Like what you see? Take a picture or whatever the saying is.”

You quickly looked away from him and stood awkwardly infront of the door.

“I thought you hated me or somethin’ Dallas, are you that drunk?”

He walked closer to you, making you back up against the door. You felt goosebumps rise when his breath hit your ear.

“ never hated you, ‘m not drunk. How’d you expect me to act with how you look?”

He placed his arm on the doorway above you, trapping you against his body and the door. Blush was creeping on your cheeks.

“you don’t know how much you effect me, do you, doll?”

You werent thinking as you trailed your fingers along his abs and rested your hands ontop of his chest, and you certainly werent thinking when you kissed him.

His hand creeped under your skirt, groping your ass. Your heartbeat was quickening with each second as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He swooped both his arms under your ass and picked you up, your legs subconsciously wrapping themselves around his torso.

The kiss didn’t break once, both of you starting to form beads of sweat across your bodies.

He laid you on the bed, pinning you down in the process.

“You’re just gonna let me handle you like that? You’re such a fucking whore.”

“Dallas..”

You whimpered his name. You reached out for him, wanting to wrap your arms around his neck, anything for him to be closer.

He pinned your arms above your head, kissing you aggressively. “You like it when I handle you rough like this, huh doll?”

“Yes” you barely managed out “please don’t stop dally..”

He unclasped your bra with one of his hands and threw it to the side. He immediately started sucking on one of your tits, pinching and kneading the other.

You arched your back, giving into him more, your free hands tangled themselves into his hair.

“Dallas finger me please. I’ll do anything.”

You begged him to please your aching core, your panties being soaked.

“Mm, you’re so needy. How’d ya think the other guys would react if they ever saw you so desperate?” He traced the middle of your underwear with a finger. “Only they’ll never get to see you like this. You’re mine doll. You got that?”

You nod your head and whimper to his slight touch. His finger moves away, “Say you’re mine y/n.”

“I’m yours Dallas. All yours.” You gasped out his name.

He took your panties off and slid his finger over your wet folds painfully slow.

“Dal-“ He pushed his finger in, and starts pumping in and out of you.

You moaned and scratched his back, until you had an idea. You started to rub his hard-on through his jeans, he groaned in response.

“Doll, stop that.”

You certainly didnt stop. You tried to go at the same speed he was fingerfucking you at until he pulled his finger out and stopped touching you entirely.

he stepped away from the bed and started unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down.

He didn’t break eye contact once.

“Dallyyy” you whined for him. His silence was making you want him more.

“You needa learn how to act properly slut. Either ya shut up or your not gonna be able to walk for a few weeks.”

He aligned himself up to your folds and you stayed quiet, you knew he meant what he said.

He inserted himself in and you both groaned, “Dal, fuck me please. I’m sorry for teasing, ’m sorry, just please, make me feel good”

He looked down at you and smirked. He started slow but gradually got faster and wrapped his hand around your neck.

Blissful moans and whimpers kept escaping your mouth, the room being filled with you and skin slapping.

“Dally, I’m gonna-“

“You can hold it.”

You ached to release, your mind slowly becoming numb to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Your tongue stuck out, and you could barely hold it in any longer.

You felt him twitch inside you, and his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“Doll, I’m gonna cum. Cum with me. Now.”

You released on his command and you felt his warm load fill you to the brim. You moaned his name over and over again throughout your high and sighed as he pulled out of you and laid next to you.

“Dallas, what uh, what does this make us?”

You were laying next to him, your head laying in one of his arms.

“I dont know man, we can talk about it in the mornin’. go to sleep doll.”

He pulled you onto him in a lazy embrace. The two of you didn’t speak at all the rest of the night, you stayed up for a bit listening to his peaceful breaths.

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34. Dallas Winston - Please Don’t Be In Love With Someone Else

* Warning: smut! *

To everyone’s surprise, Tim Shepard was incredible with children especially when they were hysterically crying after hurting themselves. If it hadn’t been for your little brother, who at the ripe age of three enjoyed jumping off of high surfaces when he was alone for no more than a second, then no one would have seen this softer side of Tim. While everyone else was teasing the man as he placed a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bandage on the child’s skinned knee while whispering he’d be alright, you couldn’t help the way your heart throbbed at the scene. And that’s when it started, down at the very bottom of your beating organ the tiniest, insignificant feeling of a crush was starting to blossom. It was a silly feeling, nothing that mattered at all because there were so many things about Tim Shepard you couldn’t stand. In fact, it was so funny to you, you decided to mention it to everyone, and like you’d hoped they would, they laughed about it. Even Tim Shepard, who knew there was nothing to the little crush you harbored.

“Well at least she gave you a way to get chicks!” Sodapop laughed.

And it was all fun and games amongst everyone. Tim even walked over to you, nudging your arm lightly.

“I can take you on a date,” he snickered, “get it out of your system.”

That caused another wave of rowdy laughter throughout the house. Everyone was having such a good time poking fun at your little crush towards Tim that no one, not even you, noticed the brooding Dallas Winston huffing in the corner with a cigarette between his lips. He didn’t find your crush on Tim Shephard all that amusing, probably because he was head over heels in love with you. But no one knew, not even Johnny, who Dally was incredibly close to. You weren’t like the other broads he’d ever met, Soc or Greaser; there was something warm about the way you laughed, something gentle and caring by the way you made sure everyone ate, you were friendly even when people didn’t deserve it, and no matter how many times you cried yourself into a mess, you put other people’s emotions before your own. He found you enduring, beautiful, selfless, and absolutely amazing but he’d never admit it to anyone. Which was why he was in this situation now; having to listen to all of his friends and you talk about your crush on Tim Shepard.

Honestly, he didn’t see the appeal. So damn what if Tim was great with kids, he could do that too. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. However, as the week went by, he found himself being scolded by parents of children he made cry. It wasn’t his fault they found him scary looking or that he wasn’t nice and soothing like typical people were when it came to children. He didn’t even like kids; they cried too much, there was always drool dripping from their mouths or snot bubbling at their nose, they asked for too much, and they were annoying.

A frustrated sigh left Dally’s lips as he plopped down on the Curtis’s couch. It was a Saturday, so everyone, with the exception of you, were sitting around Darry’s house enjoying their weekend and watching terrible tv. All of them turned their attention to their pouting friend.

“What’s the matter with you?” Darry questioned.

“Nothin’,” Dally huffed, not wanting to get into his failed attempt to get along with children for your sake.

“I saw you earlier,” Ponyboy stated while spooning some eggs into his mouth, “you made some kid cry and got yelled at by their mom.”

Dally scoffed, glaring angrily at Ponyboy for even mentioning his failure.

“Why’d you make a kid cry?” Two-Bit snickered.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose!” Dally snapped, “I was trying to impress someone,”

It all came out before Dally could even stop himself. Now they were all curiously sitting on the edge of their seats eyeing him suspiciously.

“We didn’t know you were into someone,” Steve stated, “who’s the lucky gal?”

“You aren’t that stupid, are ya?” Two-Bit laughed, “I remember a certain someone admitting they had a crush on Tim Shepard simply because he was great with kids.”

And while the scowl on Dally’s face seemed to deepen, the gears in everyone’s heads started to turn and click at the realization that Dallas Winston was desperately in love with you. So desperate that he was willing to be around sticky, stinky kids just to make you feel something, even a little bit, for him. The few times he tried were just practice runs, he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you when he decided to do it for real.

“If you like her,” Johnny said, his voice almost too quiet to hear over the rumbling sound of old tv, “just tell her how you feel.”

“Yeah,” Darry stated, “she’s not actually in love with Shepard. She even said so.”

“Maybe he wasn’t listenin’,” Sodapop giggled.

He was listening, he just didn’t want you to love anyone else, no matter how much it was. He swore the next time he saw Tim Shephard he was going to kick his ass but that was no more than a silent threat considering it wasn’t his fault you felt the way you did. All he knew was he didn’t want them talking about it anymore, at any second, you would walk through that door and how unsettling would it be for you to find out Dally’s feelings while his friends are trying to give him advice. Dally always saw himself as prideful, so that would be an awful situation.

As if right on cue, you came trudging through the door in your diner outfit letting your bag drop to the floor beside the front door. Your face was contorted into exhaustion and a few of your hair were misplaced but you didn’t bother with it. Everyone stopped talking about Dally’s crush on you immediately.

“Hey guys,” you greeted, voice hoarse from all the orders you had to call out and customers you had to speak to, “How’s it going?”

“Great,” Two-Bit said, smiling brightly with no indication that they were discussing Dally’s love life, “How was work?”

“I almost quit today. I swore to myself if one more person smacked my ass, I was leaving,” you stated, rolling your eyes in the process as you plopped down beside Dally, “but Tim made it all better when he brought me some coffee during my break.”

There were two things to be mad at according to Dally: some prick smacked you on the ass without your consent and Tim made you feel better today instead of him. This was getting worse and worse.

Dally gripped the side of the couch, and he wished he had a pack of cigarettes on him because it would keep him from aggressively chewing on the inside of his cheek. While the boys seemed to notice, you didn’t and Dally was starting to think that you were irritably clueless of the situation in the room. And he couldn’t take it anymore, so he pushed himself off the couch and stormed out the house, slamming the screen door shut behind him. Your eyes widened at Dally’s sudden action. You had noticed that he had started acting weird all week; barely looking you in the eyes, not really saying anything to you, leaving when you showed up. It was like Dally wanted nothing to do with you anymore, which was painful really because you and Dally were close. Not as close as he was to Johnny but close enough.

“What’s wrong with him?” You questioned, turning to the boys who had grown eerily quiet.

“Well…” Steve started but was cut off by Ponyboy.

“He’s just havin’ a hard time tellin’ some girl he like her,” he stated.

“That’s why he’s been so upset this whole week? Because of a girl? Why doesn’t he ask her out or something? I’ve never seen him this messed up about one girl before.”

“These are all new emotions for Dally,” Darry stated, the big brother voice coming out, “we’ll just all need to be supportive however we can.”

And that left a question rumbling through your tired head: How were you supposed to be supportive and help if Dally wouldn’t even look at you?

You spent a little more time with your friends before you went to pick up your little brother, running a little later than you’d have liked. When you did arrive at your brother’s daycare to pick him up, Dally was standing beside the fence smoking a cigarette, looking much calmer than he previously was. Without hesitation, you approached him.

“Dally,” you called, voice sweet and welcoming as it was with any of your friends, “what are you doing here?”

“Figured you’d be late,” he hummed, throwing the butt of the cigarette to the ground, “so I came up here to watch your brother until you got here.”

A large grin spreaded against your lips, the sparkle in your eyes blinding in the sunlight that was starting to set. You didn’t even need to say thank you, though you said it anyway, because Dally could see it in your eyes that you were grateful that he was looking out for your brother when you made small mistakes like being late. You ran over to the teacher, the ends of your diner skirt bouncing with each movement you made, and apologized for your tardiness before collecting your brother.

“It was no trouble at all,” she chirped, “he’s a perfect child. Have you considered adopting him yet?”

It was a topic that was frequently discussed during pickups. With both y’alls parents being deceased, that left you as the sole provider for your brother even if you were barely an adult, but you’d rather die first before letting anyone other than yourself get custody of him.

“I have,” you admitted, “that’s why I’m working so much now. I need the money to start.”

“Well we’ll help however we can,” she said, then patted your shoulder and let you be on your way.

You carried your brother back over to Dally who was still waiting for you at the fence, a new cigarette sitting between his lips. He offered to walk the two of y’all home since the sun was starting to go down and it was dangerous for the two of you to be walking home alone. And by the time the three of y’all made it to your house, your brother was crying for something to eat. You invited Dally inside and he took up your offer, watching as you began to make your brother something to eat. His menu consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles, they were his favorite shape and he wouldn’t eat it any other way, some carrot stick with a bit of ranch, not too much because ranch wasn’t too good for you, and pieces of strawberries cut into pieces so he wouldn’t eat the strawberry butts because he would if given the chance.

As you made your brother’s food, Dally sat across from you watching every move you made. He didn’t like kids, but he loved watching you take care of your brother. You seemed so relaxed and in the zone, that nothing else could take your focus away from taking care of the only part of your family you had left.

When you were finished making his dinner, you let him watch reruns of Scooby Doo as he ate. That left you alone with Dally until it was bedtime. Luckily you had tomorrow off so you didn’t have to worry about bath time tonight because honestly, your legs were barely staying up as it was.

“Are you hungry?” You asked Dally, quirking your head to the side.

“Nah,” he muttered, “I ate a little bit ago.”

You nodded your head.

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat,” he continued, his eyes looking up to meet yours, and you could see something desperate in them that was hard to pinpoint.

“I’m not hungry,” you said, “Just tired.”

“I can leave?”

“It’s okay for now. I still have to get him ready for bed and everything.”

The muscles in his shoulders seemed to relax as he settled back into his seat comfortably. You wanted to bring up what the guys had told you earlier, about Dally being in love with someone, but you weren’t sure how. It was odd to know that there was a girl out there making Dally feel this way, he was known for casually hooking up and dumping girls left and right. The idea amused you, so you went for it.

“So the guys said something about you being head over heels for some girl,” you started off, Dally’s eyes flickering up to you, “I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered, averting his eyes.

You weren’t even sure if you should continue pressing the matter, you didn’t want to make him angry. You could handle his outburst but your brother would get scared and it wasn’t something you wanted to deal with tonight. So instead, you changed the conversation.

“Well I also wanted to let you know,” you changed the topic, “we’re all going to the park on Saturday. I’ll be making lunch for everyone if you wanna join. Everyone will be there, even Tim.”

A scowl appeared on Dally’s face as he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked away.

“I’m so damn tired of hearin’ that guys name,” he grumbled, keeping his voice down.

“He’s your friend,” you giggled, “What did he do to you?”

“He didn’t do anythin’ to me. I’m just tired of everyone kissin’ the ground he walks on.”

And now you were really confused because everyone was merely treating Tim Shephard like any ordinary friend.

“No one’s kissing the ground he walks on, Dally,” you argued, “he’s our friend. He’s welcome to join in on our activity if he wants to like anyone else we know. Why are you so mad at him?”

“Why are you defendin’ him?” Dally snapped, “You sleep with him? We all heard how you’re in love with him! How was he?”

By this time, your brother was looking at the two of you, inching himself behind the wall further but keeping an eye on y’all. But besides that, there were fresh tears in your eyes from the accusation being thrown at you. You couldn’t cry though, not in front of your little brother and sure as hell not in front of Dallas Winston. Instead, you gripped your hands into a fist at your side and glared at him, feeling a single tear fall from your face. For the first time ever, there was remorse and regret splashed on Dally’s face.

“Get the hell out of my house, Winston!” You snapped, “Now!”

You stormed past him and pulled the front door open; he came over to you.

“Wait,” he said, “let’s talk about this.”

“No.”

You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pushed him out of your house before slamming the door shut. You could hear the sound of his footsteps walking down the steps. Your brother, fortunately, wasn't crying, but was still scared. Smiling, shoving your tears away, you approached him and picked him up, carrying him to his bedroom to put him to bed. He kept asking you if you were okay and you promised him that you were, even though you weren’t. After reading him a bedtime story, he was knocked out, so you retired to your room and bawled your eyes out.

A week went by and you barely left the house. Instead of dropping your brother off at daycare, you took him to the diner with you. You didn’t even go to the park with everyone like you had originally planned, and when they knocked on your door that day, you ignored them because you felt ashamed. The only one you did speak to because they had seen you walking home was Darry. He was nice enough to give you and your brother a ride home. While your brother slept, Darry asked if everything was okay and because you saw him as the parental figure you desperately missed, you told him about the argument you and Dally had at your place. Rightfully so, he was pissed off at Dally.

And when Darry saw Dally again, he let him have it.

“Are you outta your mind?!” He snapped, “If you can’t get a hold of your damn emotions, fine! But you aren’t goin’ to take it out of her. She’s too damn kind and too damn carin’.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out,” Dally argued, “but by the time I realized what I said, it was too late, she didn’t want to talk.”

“I don’t blame her. But you’re gonna make it right. You hear me, or you won’t be welcome back to my home until you sort yourself out.”

Everyone knew that Darry was serious because he never threatened to keep anyone from his house, so Dally refused to say anything that would cause a bigger hole in his relationship with Darry or anybody.

That night, Dally went to your house, hoping that you were still awake and that you would be willing to talk to him. He knocked three times on your front door before you opened up. Seeing your face for the first time in a week almost knocked the wind out of him. Even with tears, fresh and dry, streaking your tired face, you were beautiful. He wanted more than anything to grab you and kiss you, make everything alright.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, voice no longer filled with joy but with sadness.

“Can we talk please?” He asked, the word “please” rolling off his tongue foreignly.

You hesitated, not wanting to let him in at all, especially not while your brother was asleep. But you knew he wouldn’t stop, coming back everyday to talk to you, hell, he’d even show up at your job. You couldn’t have that. So you nodded and pulled the door open, gesturing for him to come inside. Dally walked through your door and you shut it again, locking it so that no one could get in.

“What do you want to talk about?” You muttered, your eyes never meeting him.

“About that night a week ago,” he replied, “I want to apologize for what I said and my actions.”

“Because you’re actually sorry or because Darry made you come over here?”

The answer was both but it didn’t seem right to tell you that. But it didn’t seem right to lie either.

“Both,” Dally admitted, “but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still sorry, even if Darry told me to come over. I’ve only been keepin’ my distance because I knew you didn’t want to see me.”

“And I still don’t,” you snapped out, “so you tell me why I shouldn’t kick you out.”

“Because we’re friends and because I’m sorry.”

“No. That’s not good enough. Friends don’t say the shit you said to each other. So if you want me to believe your half ass apology, I’m gonna need more. For example, what the hell has been your problem lately?”

Another thing that Dally loved about you was that you could be incredibly feisty when you wanted.

You stood there with your arms crossed over your chest waiting for an answer. Dally sighed, running his hands through his hair, frustration clear.

“Fine,” he huffed, “you wanna know? I had to listen to all of you joke about your crush with Shepard while I’m sittin’ over here dyin’ to tell you that I love you. Dyin’ to tell you how much you mean to me and how I want nothin’ more than to hold you when you cry. I can’t get your laugh out of my head, I can’t sleep at night because you wander my dreams, and hell, I pray that the next time I see you, I’ll get to see your smile or hear your voice.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. You didn’t think that this girl he had been in love with could have been you. You never thought of yourself as special like that to anyone, that and your life was filled with work, taking care of your brother, and adopting him. Yeah you spent time with your friends but you never thought you’d be someone they loved.

“Y-you love me?” You questioned, your voice not louder than a mouse.

“Of course I love you,” he admitted again, “that’s why I’ve been so upset lately. And it’s no excuse for the things I said to you the other night. I shouldn’t have been so…”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But I forgive you, Dally.”

A smile appeared on his face and he hugged you. Your head was buried into his chest and you couldn’t help smiling at the familiar smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne.

“And just so you know,” you continued, “a crush is a crush, Dally. Nothing more. Real love is more than some silly feeling of fascination.”

You looked up at him, your eyes twinkling up at his bright, brown eyes. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he dipped his head down and kissed you. The taste of cigarette smoke touched your taste buds when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. It was familiar and welcoming. You ran your fingers up his chest and then wrapped around his neck. He gripped your waist tight, holding you in place as the kiss heated up. Pretty soon, he was shrugging his leather jacket off of his shoulder before pushing you backwards towards your bedroom which luckily the door was open. Inside your room, Dally grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head revealing your flesh. Your breasts were almost popping out of your bra and Dally was practically drooling at the sight of it. He pushed you onto the bed gently, the covers crinkling underneath your weight. You watched as he removed his own shirt, undid his belt, before climbing back on top of you. His lips attached themselves to your neck instead of your lips. His tongue swirled around the subtle flesh of your neck causing a gentle moan to leave your lips.

“Dally,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back.

“Shh,” he whispered, grinning against you, “you’ll wake your brother up. We don’t want that.”

He pushed himself between your thighs and caused a small amount of friction against your clothed cunt. It felt like he was doing all this on purpose, to tease you, knowing that you couldn’t be loud. You bite your bottom lip hard causing a small tear in the skin. The metallic taste of blood coating her tongue. Dally unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off of your body, revealing the pretty panties you had decided to wear. Not on purpose, you were just behind on laundry and these were what you had. That didn’t stop him from grinning at the sight of them cupping the flesh of your lower half. He bent his head down and kissed the inside of your thigh, a moan leaving his throat at the scent alone.

“Dally, please,” you muttered, cheeks burning as you felt yourself grow wetter behind the fabric of your panties.

“Needy little thing,” he said, standing back up and removing his own pants and underwear.

There was no time to be wasted, both of you were craving each other so much that y’all’s skin was burning hot to the touch. Dally pressed another kiss to your lips, his fingers barely gripping your chin as he removed your panties with one hand. He threw the set to the side and moved on to your bra, unclipping it expertly. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful than you laid out before him. He laid you down, admiring every inch of you.

“So pretty,” he hummed, his head tilting as he watched you.

Your cute, little cunt was glistening with wetness and it only made him harder. He licked the drool off of his lips. He bent your legs as he positioned himself between you. Almost immediately your legs wrapped around Dally’s muscular torso; he positioned himself against your hole and rubbed his tip against your folds.The two of you moaned in each other's mouths, your eyes squeezing shut as Dally pushed into you. He was larger than you expected, wide too. With each inch of him going inside of you, your spongy walls could feel every vein that decorated him. There was a mix of pleasure and pain and you couldn’t help but bite down on his shoulder. He hissed at the erupting pain from your bite.

When he was finally inside you completely, he stopped, letting you adjust to him. You nodded your head, giving him permission and he moved. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes, lips inches apart as he picked up his pace. The bed creaked from the sudden movement and the headboard tapped rhythmically against the wall, luckily, not loud enough to wake your brother. Your head tilted back, giving Dally full access to your neck. He latches his lips against your flesh and leaves sloppy, open mouth kisses there; deep growls left rumbled through his throat sending a vibration up your neck. It tickled, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the sensation. Dally moved one hand to your thigh and squeezed the soft flesh.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “you feel better than I ever imagined, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you moaned, “faster, Dally.”

“Whatever my sweetheart wants.”

His pace quickened, and alongside that his thrust became harder. You could feel the tip of his cock poking your cervix. He took his hand off your thigh and placed it down on your throat, tightening his grip only enough to make you feel dazed but not enough to cut off your oxygen supply completely. With his hand on your throat, he forced you to look at him, wanting to see the dazed, fucked out expression on your face as he continued to abuse your tight pussy. Fresh tears spilled from your doe like eyes as you watched him furrow his brow, the pleasure he felt increasing with each snap of his hips.

“Only I can have you this way,” he grumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead, his hair clinging to his tanned skin, “Shepard could never make you feel like this, understand me? No one could ever make you feel like this. Got that? You belong to me.”

Normally something like that would piss you off but the way he had you pressed into the mattress with his cock practically claiming every inch of your insides made you feel intoxicated. You couldn’t even answer him when he said it, just nodding your head as drool slipped from your partly open lips.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, “can’t even speak, that’s how good I’m making you feel right now. Fuck…you’re so fuckin’ tight. Squeezin’ me so well, doll.”

By this point, neither one of you could keep your moans down. All of your senses were dulled from pleasure and lust that you felt too drunk to care even if the neighbors heard. You were just glad your door was shut, and hopefully locked.

Dally pulled himself off of you, his hand unclamping from your neck. He picked your legs up and threw them over his broad shoulders. The sight in front of him felt almost illegal: your breasts in full, plain sight, your hands sitting tiredly beside your head tangled in the strands of your unkempt hair, the glistening sheen of sweat the coated every inch of your perfect body, and he got a full view of his cock digging deep into your cunt. His eyes rolled backwards as he rolled his hips roughly, hearty growls and moans puncturing the air as they left him. He dug his nails into your skin and you arched your back at the sensation of pain mixing with the adulterated pleasure.

“Fuck,” you cried out, fresh tears spilling over, “Dally, I’m gonna-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence because he wouldn’t let you. All he wanted was to feel you cum all over him. He snuck his hand down and rubbed your aching clit in quick, circular motions as his thrust became more erratic. His eyes darkened at the sight of your body starting to shake uncontrollably, your orgasm was approaching fast and he couldn’t wait. He was greedy. He wanted the confirmation that you’d only ever cum on his cock ever, that some silly crush couldn’t compare to having him. You’d be begging for more after this was all over and that’s what he was hoping for.

“D-Dally,” you cried out, “I can’t.”

“Let go, doll,” he moaned out, “cum for me.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you were shaking as your orgasm hit hard; your body arched, your pupils as they rolled backwards, your cries and moans became silent, and your hands gripped the bedding tightly. Dally’s face screwed into pleasure, too much pleasure. The sigh of you, the feeling of you tightening and soaking him, it was all too much.

“Sh-shit,” he hissed, his movements becoming sloppier with each stroke.

Your legs fell off his shoulders and he fell on top of you as the pleasure rippled through him like unsteady waves in the ocean. He buried his head into your neck, your tired arms wrapped around him as he pumped himself in and out of you.

“Sh-shit,” he cussed again, “I-I’m cumming, fuck.”

Quickly, he pulled out of you and pumped his load right onto your stomach; breathy gasp made both of you aware of the intensity of his own orgasm. He couldn’t even hold himself up anymore when he was finished. He laid down right on top of you, the smell of sweat, sex, and anything else covering y’all’s senses as exhaustion lolled y’all to sleep.

Dally was first to fall asleep, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling into his hair before dozing off yourself.

[kamii-2]

Spanking kink with all the outsiders (curtis gang + Shepards?)

some of y’all are kinky asf 😭 but i don’t mind bc these are so much fun to write 🙏

warnings: cussing, spanking, bruises (in a kinky way), teensy weensy bit of crying (in a kinky way)

genre: smut (ish)

not proofread 🤠

i’m so sorry this got posted 5 days late, i’ve been busy and this one is short bc i have 5 more stories to write

i’m making this very accurate to the characters bc half of them seem like they don’t like this type of stuff

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curly shepard

he only spanks you when you are being a brat

he isn’t that big of a fan of it

when he does spank you then he does it till your ass is red

afterwards he always gives you ice bc he feels bad

ponyboy curtis

he only did it one time because it’s not for him

when he did do it he did it really lightly and stopped after the second slap

he felt like he was hurting you so he cried 😭

cuddled you afterwards

johnny cade

he doesn’t like harming people so he won’t spank you

he tried it one time and never did it again

he did the same thing as pony boy but he spanked you 5 times before he stopped

would rather have vanilla sex and cuddle after

tim shepard

he spanks you all the time

if he could, he would spank you everywhere

he’s done it in family restrooms before

he spanks you till your ass is red and bruised

he makes you count every slap

two-bit matthews

he spanks you but your not laying over his lap, he usually slaps you ass as he fucks you in doggy style or something

he loves slapping your ass

it’s his favorite thing to do when you guys fuck

he slaps your ass so hard it leaves handprints

he gives you ice afterwards

darry curtis

he spanks you every now and then

he’s heavy handed (flashbacks to pony) so it hurts extra worse

in a good way

no matter how hard he hits, it still leaves marks

he makes you count the slaps

also gives you ice because he knows it hurts 😭

steve randle

just like two-bit, he spanks you but your not laying over his lap, he slaps your ass as he fucks you in doggy style or something

he slaps your ass hard when you guys fuck

you have handprints on your ass and your ass is red

sometimes when he hits too hard he apologizes

he only gives ice when your ass is bruised 😭

dally winston

he’s like a mix of darry and steve but more aggressive

he slaps HARD

he does it on purpose just to hear you moan and to see you cry

he spanks you till your mascara is everywhere but your eyes

he gives ice sometimes

sodapop curtis

he doesn’t seem like the type to spank you

he would definitely slap your ass but not all the time

he likes to squeeze it

when he does spank you, he only does it a few times

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i hope you enjoyed these headcannons, sorry for the late ass post and that it’s so short but there should be more stories/headcannons coming out today, anyway love you all and hope you have a good day/night 💋💋

[dior-desire]

same ol’ love

"  from beginning to end, three hundred sixty five days of the year,  i want your same ole lovin', baby.  "

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confessing to johnny cade scenario.

imagine ..

You and Johnny have that classic "we're just friends" type of love trope. It's clear to everyone but the two of you that there's something more going on. You both fear the possibility of getting hurt or rejected, so you've maintained your status as best friends.

But one day, someone in the gang gets tired of the you two and decides to take matters into their own hands.

"God, Johnny, can't you see that you're both in love with each other?!"

Even after Johnny realizes that the feelings are mutual, he's still nervous about making the first move. So, Dally steps up and takes action. "(your name), you're coming with me and Johnny to the drive-in at 7, no questions asked man."

When you arrive at the drive-in, Dallas is nowhere to be found, leaving you and Johnny feeling lost and confused. You assume Dallas went off to do his own thing, so you decide to get yourself some popcorn and a drink before sitting down. But when you return, Johnny is still sitting there alone.

At first, you're confused as to why Dallas would just leave Johnny by himself. But then a thought hits you, making your heart sink. Dallas was never planning to show up, and it would just be you and Johnny the whole time. This wouldn't have bothered you before, but after Ponyboy told your secret about your feelings for Johnny in front of the whole gang, things have become a bit awkward.

Johnny was never one to openly share his thoughts, so you're left in the dark about whether he feels the same way about you. Ponyboy tries to reassure you, saying that Johnny never stops talking about you when it's just the two of them. But sometimes Ponyboy can be a dumbass, so you're not entirely sure what to believe.

About 15 minutes into the movie, Johnny suggests leaving the drive-in and going to the park. You both walk, feeling the cool night breeze and hearing the distant sound of laughter from nearby greasers enjoying their night.

As you reach the park, you find a cozy spot under a tree. The moonlight casts a soft glow on the surroundings, creating a magical atmosphere. You and Johnny sit down on a bench, looking up at the stars twinkling above.

In that moment, you come to a realization that if you don't come forward and confess first then you and johnny will be " just friends " for the rest of your life, with a nervous smile, you say, "Johnny, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He turns to you, his brown eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, "Yea? what is it ( your name )?"

Taking a deep breath, you quickly confess, "I've realized that you mean so much more to me than just a friend, John—"

A surprised but relieved expression spreads across Johnny's face, he knows exactly what you mean and cuts you off before you can say anymore, "I feel the same way ( your name ), man i was waiting to see if you digged me back"

In that moment, it seemed like both of your shyness and fear melted away, replaced by a profound sense of new love and belonging. You both lean in, sharing a kiss under the moons spotlight.

From that night on, the park becomes a special place for both of you, a reminder of the beautiful confession that brought you together.

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[18caramel]

Petals (Johnny Cade x Dallas Winston)

Warning: smut, removed slur Word count: 2.3k

A/N: What you are about to read is a part of my fanfiction on AO3 called "Bad Influence”. If you are interested in it, you can find me by my username @18caramel, or by clicking on the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192

both Dally and Johnny are 18+

images taken from Pinterest :)

Johnny didn’t know. But he sensed it.

It was Saturday night. He walked the street alone, heading back to his place. He spent some time with Darry and Two-Bit, mainly watching TV. Since Pony wasn’t home he decided he wouldn’t annoy Curtis with his presence and left, his heart aching from the thought of his parents getting drunk again. He despised it. He despised them.

His mother wasn’t home either, probably wandering somewhere downtown, while his father lay in his room, unconscious from all of the drinking they had done on Friday.

And then, when the clock struck eleven, Dally showed up. The front door opened brusquely, smashing something in its way, making Johnny instinctively jump from his bed. He approached the door, his heart racing, his hands getting sweaty. He was afraid. Afraid it would be one of his father’s friends, reckless, just like him.

Did he feel better seeing Winston standing in the doorframe, trying to pick up the empty bottle of beer, and then smashing it against the wall? Maybe he did. Johnny entered the living room, shushing his friend.

“What?” Dally’s voice was rough and unbalanced. Johnny understood then - Dallas wasn’t in his right mind. Was he ever though? - Johnny thought to himself, snorting, before coming closer to help him get into his room. He didn’t want him to wake up his dad. He could get violent.

“Come.” Johnny took Dally’s left hand, seeing that the right one was loosely holding a fresh-cut bouquet of roses if it could’ve even been called that way. Johnny knew they weren’t for him, probably for Dally’s new girlfriend, but seeing the pinkish petals falling from the sepals on the floor, he guessed that something went wrong between them.

He dragged him towards his room and made him sit on the bed. Dallas seemed to be gone, his face painted with a disheartened grimace as he threw the bouquet on the bed and rubbed his hands together, trying to calm down.

Johnny couldn’t dare to sit beside him. With his heart still abnormally beating, Johnny tried to figure out what state Dallas really was.

“Nasty broad,” Dallas suddenly mumbled, pulling his hair, alarming Johnny, “Fucked Shepard.”

“Which one?” Johnny asked, his hands shaking out of fear. Of course, he was talking about Tim, but Johnny had to make sure.

“What?” Dally looked him dead in the eyes as if he had caught his prey. Anger, deterioration, blazed through his eyes, “What did you say to me?”

“N-Nothing…” Johnny stuttered, taking a step back. But there was nowhere to go. Dallas got up from his bed like a fury and pushed his prey against the wall, his hand wrapping around Cade’s neck, beginning to choke him.

“Curly’s a fucking...*,” only then Johnny saw the red fog surrounding his pupils and reassured himself - Dallas was high, he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean to grab him like that. He was under substances. “Thought you knew it by now.”

Johnny wanted to laugh to his face, and say meaningless things, but couldn’t. Too afraid of Dally snapping at him, Johnny planned on getting back to his bed, but Dally’s tight grip kept his fantasies far away from reality. He carefully studied Dally’s face, desiring to escape.

He wanted to shout at him ‘Aren’t you one yourself for coming here each time you need comfort’ but he never would actually do it. Johnny lacked pride. There was nothing he could ever do to fix it. Dallas was the one who talked like a piece of shit, not Johnny.

“Dal…you gotta calm down,” Johnny begged him, placing his hand on top of his, trying to remove it.

But he didn’t listen. Instead, Dallas brusquely dragged Johnny to his bed, pushing him on top of it. Johnny trembled like a puppy as Winston stood in front of him, his eyes on fire.

Johnny tried to sit up, but could only lean his elbows on the bed, too scared to stand up. Dallas watched Johnny’s frightened pupils palpitate as he scanned him further down, stopping at the fly of his jeans. Johnny gulped, staring at his friend.

“The hell you’re doing sitting like that?” Dallas hissed at him, and before Johnny could answer, Dally crawled into bed, placing his knee between Johnny’s legs. Cade whimpered, catching Dally’s attention as the tall, young hood rested above him, their eyes locked.

Johnny felt his heart skip a beat as he watched Dally’s hungry eyes devour him, bringing color to Cade’s cheeks. He was suddenly ashamed and embarrassed, reminding himself of his innocence. He felt trapped.

Eyeing the beast that blocked his way, Johnny surrendered. He let go of his fear and awkwardness, replacing them with a new feeling growing inside of him - lust. Lust for Dallas Winston.

He bit his lip, giving him a signal. Dally couldn’t wait any longer, and Johnny teasing him only ignited his craving. Dallas abruptly leaned in, pressing his lips against Johnny’s, passionately kissing him.

Johnny liked it. Dally’s aggressive state scared him to death, but also turned him on. The greaser felt it in his pants. And Dally’s knee wasn’t helping him.

Suddenly Dallas broke the kiss, grabbing Johnny’s neck. Cade couldn’t dare to move.

“You want it? Tell me, Johnny,” he held Cade by his throat as he whispered in his ear, “ I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

“Take me,” Johnny whispered back, his voice cracking. His stomach twisted and turned from what he had said. Dallas brushed a strand of Johnny’s hair away from his face, and bit his neck, leaving a crimson mark on his closest friend.

Johnny groaned, letting him do it. It was too late to back off, he got Dally so excited that he could sense it through Winston’s teeth. Johnny suddenly felt so hot and tight in his jeans and silently begged Dallas to take them off.

Winston took his jacket off and removed his t-shirt. His bare body mesmerized Johnny, and he wanted to touch it, but Dallas wouldn’t let him. After he unzipped his jeans, he gripped Johnny’s hair, sending him down to his knees, as Dally himself sat on the bed, his legs wide spread. Cade, speechless, stared at his friend.

“Show me you deserve it.” Winston’s impudent facial expression changed into a mischievous smirk as he pushed Johnny’s head closer to the bulge formed in his underwear.

Johnny felt uneasy once again, knowing that he was inexperienced.

But he chose to give it a try. He undressed Dallas completely, and let out a heavy sigh seeing his hard, fervent cock, and placed his left hand on it. Dallas leaned back, closing his eyes.

Johnny hoped that Dallas didn’t have any ferocious expectations as he licked the tip, sending an electric shock down Dally’s spine. Cade never did anything like that with anyone, so he took a deep breath and decided not to think about it too much. Dally was high anyway, he couldn’t judge him too much, could he?

He worked Dally’s length back and forth, his tongue placed under Winston's cock as he sucked it, Dally’s groans leading him to go lower and lower. It wasn’t that easy, Dally was large, so Cade could only get to the middle of his cock.

Dallas enjoyed it, but it wasn’t enough. This time, Dally gently caressed his cheek as he watched Johnny give him pleasure. His seductive eyes made Johnny feel uncomfortable, but he still appreciated his tender touch. Even if it didn’t last.

Dally grabbed Johnny’s hair one more time, lowering his head, and making Johnny instantly gag. Dallas understood and decided to switch positions.

“Let me fuck your mouth, doll.” Dallas pecked Johnny on his lips, waiting for his approval.

Cade silently nodded, mentally getting ready for it. Dallas didn’t stand on ceremony and shoved his dick right into Johnny’s mouth. He began slowly but quickly fastened his pace, watching the scene from above, gasping from pleasure. Johnny did well at the beginning, he kept his tongue below his cock as he did before, while Dallas made him salivate, but then he started to feel nauseous. Johnny leaned his hands against Dally’s thighs, letting him know that he was getting tired of it.

“Get on the bed,” Dally ordered, and Johnny executed. Johnny even took off his t-shirt, while Dallas stood naked in front of him, searching for something in the pockets of his jacket. He pulled a small vial and held it tightly in his hand.

“What is it?” Johnny asked, getting scared. Dally sat beside him on the bed and kissed him.

“Something to help you relax.” Dally explained, but saw that Johnny wasn’t convinced, “Down there.”

Cade nodded, trusting him. Dallas proceeded by stripping off Johnny’s jeans, making him blush. He never had that kind of intimacy with anyone. Dallas didn’t seem to be embarrassed by anything happening in Cade’s room. He gently stroked Johnny’s cock, making him lose control of his mouth. He moaned into Dally’s neck, his body shaking from the euphoria Winston gave him.

Dallas removed his hand and put two fingers inside Johnny’s mouth, making him suck on them. Not sensing enough moisture, Dallas spit on his hand and placed it back on Johnny’s aching cock, sliding up and down. Johnny felt like he couldn’t hold it any longer, but made an effort not to bust right there. He bit Dally’s neck instead, making Winston smile from pain.

“Dal…Dally…” Johnny groaned, holding his breath.

Hearing his begging, Dallas stopped what he was doing, not wanting Johnny to come yet. He caressed his thighs and made Johnny turn to his side, but Cade didn’t feel like the spoon position would assure him a pleasant moment. He rolled on his stomach, and stretched his arms forward, his fingers touching the rose petals that laid in front of him. He silently waited for Dallas to make the next move, not daring to look at him.

Dallas sighed, seeing the naked body lying under him as he searched the drawer for any kind of lube. He found petroleum jelly and smeared it on his cock, and then spread Johnny’s asscheeks. Cade nearly wheezed from the cold touch on his anus, feeling anxiety build up inside of him. He was about to lose his virginity.

Dally opened the bottle with the liquid before doing anything else and let Johnny sniff it. And then he admired Johnny’s back, leaving kisses all over it, making him feel better about the whole thing. He calmed down a little by then, understanding that Johnny was still new to it all, and didn’t want to hurt him.

“Johnny,” Dallas brought his attention, gently running his hand on his bare back, “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Dally, I’m a bit scared. It won’t hurt, right?”

“It might.” Dallas didn’t want to disillusion him, but had to, “Try to make me stop if I’m too rough.”

Johnny wanted to nod, but when he felt Dally’s finger slowly entering him, he got tensed up and bit his lip out of shock, forgetting how to speak.

“Relax,” Dally commanded, slapping him.

Johnny obeyed and let Dallas continue with the second finger. Cade wanted to scream by then but didn’t know if he’d do it out of pain or out of pleasure. It felt different. It was something new.

Dallas continued fingering him. Johnny groaned and arched his back as Dallas played with his hole, sticking out his fingers to lick them from time to time.

The moment came when Dallas went wild, and couldn’t wait to shove his cock inside Johnny any longer. He came on top and rubbed his cock in between Johnny’s cheeks, making him gasp from excitement.

As Dally entered him, Johnny felt his eyes swell with tears one more time. When Dallas felt the tightness of Johnny’s hole, he couldn’t be so gentle anymore and precipitately slipped his cock inside of Cade, who flinched from the sharp pain.

“Dally!” Johnny screamed, biting his hand, trying to shut up. It was bad enough that his father was home, but if his mother would get back and see it, she’d send him off to a mental hospital.

“Fuck,” Winston stayed still for a moment, devouring it, “You’re so tight, angel.”

Johnny smiled through the pain, but it faded as soon as Dallas started to move, instating a certain pace. As he thrust, Dallas felt ecstatic, so he went deeper and deeper, ignoring Johnny’s whines that turned him on even more. He grabbed Johnny’s hair and pulled it, wanting Cade to arch his back.

Dallas fucked him harder and harder, and Johnny couldn’t hold it anymore. Stimulating his prostate, Dally felt Johnny being close, and wrapped his hand around Cade’s cock, stroking it.

Johnny let out a scream of pleasure as he reached his orgasm, cumming on the bed sheets. Dally was unstoppable from then on, he banged Johnny so hard that the greaser below him couldn’t feel his anus anymore. Winston was rough and made Cade tear up as he thrust, his balls slapping against Johnny’s asscheeks.

Dallas whimpered as he came inside, crushing on the bed next to Johnny. Cade finally felt relieved, as he breathed into the pillow, trying hard not to cry. He enjoyed it, but it was emotionally devastating.

Winston smiled. He kept his eyes closed for a moment but then sat up in Johnny’s bed, taking the flowers in his hands. He ripped the remaining petals and threw them on top of Johnny, giggling.

“Don’t make any more mess.” Johnny rolled his eyes as he turned around and laid on his back, his eyes studying Dallas.

“We already messed up,” Dally sighed, noticing the hickey he left on Johnny’s neck, “Why not make it pretty?”

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A/N: thank u for reading! for a more in-depth story you can find it on AO3 "Bad Influence" by @18caramel, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Agent Rushmore (CH 9)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1382

Warning: Mild language, violence, gore, guns, fluff, smut, angst, PTSD, graphic scenes…

Prompt: Special Agent Locklyn Rushmore, a highly trained Russian assassin who is skilled in all forms of hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, negotiating and more. When her cover is blown, she is returning back to NCIS headquarters in D.C…

Locklyn Rushmore

The beeping was steady.

However, that didn't stop my deep hatred towards it. I open my eyes, staring at the ceiling before looking over at the monitor that I so badly wanted to shoot to get it to shut the hell up.

I sit up and the room was empty. However, there were a bunch of flowers and gifts surrounding the room. I let a shaky breath out, my eyebrows furrowing as I move a hand to my chest.

What the hell?

I let another shaky breath out, sucking in a breath before another breath leaves me. The monitor sped up as my chest began to heave violently and I was unable to catch my breath. Tears stream down my cheeks and I let out a sob as the door opens.

Director Shepard rushes forward, sitting beside me as she pulled me against her. She rubs my back, shushing my softly.

"Your okay, Locklyn. Your okay. I promise. You did it. You have ended this once and for all. It's going to be okay. I promise. Breathe. In through you nose, out through mouth. Try to take a breath in for at least three seconds and let it out for three." She soothes.

She guides me through this, until I was calm. My shaky hands reach up to my face where I wipe away the tears.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." I whisper.

"You had a panic attack. It's okay. It happens to the best of us. And don't apologize. You have nothing to apologize for." She says.

"Where is everyone? Is Abby okay?" I ask.

"They are in the waiting room. The doctor has been sending me in to check if you'd be awake because we are close. He didn't want you overwhelmed if you woke up to everyone in here. And Abby is okay. She feels guilty, but she is okay." She says, playing with my hair.

"I want to see them." I say.

"Let's get you cleaned up first and redo some bandages before we do that. And lets get some proper food in your stomach. You've been in the hospital for four days. They had you in a medical induced coma and was giving you time to wake up after." She explains.

"What about Tim? And Ziva? Oh! And Tony and Gibbs? They are all okay right?" I ask.

"Everyone is okay. I promise." She says.

"Ducky? Palmer?" I ask.

"Mhm. Them too. They are fine, I promise." She says.

I managed to get some real clothes on. I couldn't stand the gown. So, I was dressed in a pair of scrub pants and a shirt. That's all the hospital had, but they were actually pretty comfy.

I refused to sit on my bed, wanting to pace, so Director Shepard was waiting until I got back in my bed. I grab the IV, dragging it along with me as I walked out of my room.

"Locklyn! Get back in bed! I'll go get everyone!" She says.

I ignore her as I walk to the waiting room. I walk in and everyone was doing their own little thing. Director Shepard sighs, which catches everyone's attention.

"Abby, your okay." I say relieved and she stands.

"L-Locklyn...I'm so sorry." She says quietly.

"Abby, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm so glad your okay. I was worried sick." I breathe, pulling her into a hug.

She lets a sigh of relief out as she hugs me back. I felt relief and I felt a wave of calmness wash over me.

"I should have called Gibbs. This wouldn't have happened then." She says once she pulls away.

"Abby, you did the right thing. If Gibbs showed up, instead of me...you wouldn't be here right now. I know how those men work." I say.

"But, look at you! Your hurt!" She exclaims upset.

"Abby, this is nothing. I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine. I'm a lot better now that I know everyone is okay. It looks worse than what it is. And before you point out I was passed out on the side of the road, keep in mind I had a few hits to the head. And my body was in shock with all that had happened. It was catching up after I got away. I'm fine though." I say.

"Did you eat? And drink some water and take your medications and get your bandages redone?" She asks.

"Yes. Director Shepard refused to let me see you all until all of that was done. I'm okay, Abby. How are you? Are you okay?" I ask and she nods.

"I'm fine. You saved me." She says and my lips quirk up a bit.

"Abby, I was just doing what I would do for anyone I care about." I murmur.

"Alright, let's bring this back to your room. You need to be resting in your bed, Locklyn." Director Shepard says and I roll my eyes.

"I'm fine. I want to move. I hate that bed already." I grumble.

"Lock, come." Gibbs says as he stands.

He reaches his hand out and I look at it confused for a moment before taking his. He lifts my hand to his mouth, leaving a kiss on my knuckles before he starts to lead the way back to my room. He pulls the blankets back, helping me up into the bed before pulling the covers up to my waist. I was leaned up against the pillows and he sat beside me.

I felt relieved as everyone entered the room and we were able to talk and catch up. It was all that I had wanted.

"You broke rule twelve guys." Tony says.

"Rule twelve?" I question.

"Rule twelve, never date a co-worker." Tim states.

"Hm. Strange. Seems like everyone here has broken the rule." I say.

"And what makes you say that?" Gibbs asks with a small smirk.

"Tony and Ziva's body language suggest that they are indeed together, not to mention the looks the two of them share. And the secret hand-holding and sneaky kisses here and there. And let's not forget Tim and Abby. Hm? The same thing, however Tim has also got to sleep in Abby's coffin." I say and both of their cheeks flush red.

"And you guys were trying to give me hell." Gibbs says.

"Boss...I-we can explain." Tim says.

"I don't need one. I broke rule twelve as well. I don't care. I don't plan on going back on it. If I break it, you all might as well." He says.

"Locklyn, you scared the hell out of me." Ducky says.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"Rule six." Gibbs warns.

"I'm just thankful you weren't the one on that table. You are a fighter. And you...you are like a daughter to me. If anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do." He says.

"I know. This girl is like a daughter to me...you gave us all a scare. But, I knew you would pull through." Director Shepard says.

I listen to all that I have missed the past few days plus random stories. I felt my love for this team grow and I knew that this team was my family, they were home. I'm honestly so lucky and grateful I was placed on this team.

With promises that they'd be back tomorrow, they all left except Gibbs who still sat beside my bed, holding my hand. I look over at him, smiling slightly.

"What were you thinking? You could have told me so we could of put a tracker or something on you." He says.

"Jethro...you and I both know you wouldn't have let me walk out those doors if I had told you." I explain softly and he sighs.

He slumps forward, his head resting on our joint hands. I bring my other hand to his hair where I run my fingers through it.

"What did they do to you?" He asks, lifting his head slightly to look at me.

"Nothing I couldn't handle." I murmur.

"Your one hell of a woman. When your ready, you know I'm here. We all are." He says and I smile slightly.

"Thank you, Jethro. I appreciate it." I murmur.

[nananarc]

Zaeed x Shepard x TIM

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[ficbrish]

Black Spot (aka Shenko Pirates) Chapter 8

"Sludge stuck on your fingers" [AO3]

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Tags: Prompt Fic, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Enemies to Lovers, Pirate Captain Shepard, Navy Admiral Kaidan Alenko, Renegade Shepard (Mass Effect), Renegade Kaidan Alenko, Biotic Shepard (Mass Effect), Some Plot, POV Alternating, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Rough Sex

[[TW/CW: PTSD, illness, cuts, wounds, physical assault, bullying, breakups, biotic trauma reminiscent of queer trauma]]

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“Shepard!”

He shook her shoulders and shouted her name, but flickering eyelids were the highest level of consciousness she was currently capable of.

“Shepard!”

Kaidan stopped himself, realizing that disturbing her was probably the worst thing he could do. She should be still, and rest.

“Shepard,” he cried, “I’m so sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to cut that deep.”

Kaidan didn’t understand. His mind raced at the image of the woman lying still in front of him with red hair and all the color drained out of her skin. Her infected wound, mauve and then plum, screamed through his mind’s eye. He needed to take another look.

Her eyes flickered open, just barely, as he gingerly lifted her up. Moving her must have hurt her.

He didn’t notice the half-sob that bubbled up and escaped him. It was a pitiful noise at a terrifying sight.  A map laying out the path to death was clearly printed across Shepard’s shoulders.

If she lived, there was going to be a scar.

Kaidan settled her body back down even more gently than before. He saw some of the whites of her eyes as they flickered again. Moving must have hurt her.

“Nasty!” gleeful laughter danced cruelly along the group, “That’s gonna scar!”

Kaidan scratched his back. Then he took off his shirt, using it as a blanket to place over Shepard.

Fire and water. He should take care of that first.

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He spent his whole childhood romanticizing life on the sea. The ocean, and the ship, and the uniform—Exploration for the sake of it, or to prove he was worthy of someone he loved! He grew up ready for all of it.

Kaidan used to want to be exactly like the father who didn’t acknowledge him. He wore the Alliance Navy on his shoulders like it was the pride of the family. In a way it was. In another way it just meant getting invited to parties where he was told to stand in the shadows and draw no attention. In another way, it prepared him for life on the sea.

And there was life on the sea!

He left Humanity’s shores and ventured out as far as the Island-States of Sur’Kesh and the Thessian Empire. The Temperance was a proud ship that carried them safely across every ocean. It took Kaidan to locations he grew up dreaming about, like the Elcor port at the end of a vast desert, the mountains of Salarian matriarchs forged by deep sea volcanoes, and the Turian Hierarchy’s seaside capital city. It also taught him how other species took to the sea, like the Krogan navy with its towering ship-cities or the mythical Quarians with their underwater kingdoms and magical dive suits.

The air tasted like salt, and you were never alone.

When he met his first crewmates, Kaidan thought they’d always be part of his life. In a way, they still were; one could say they left their marks.

There was Stevens, who was named Paul, and Paulson, who was named Stephen. It was a big joke to call them Paul-Steven and Stephen-Paul, which eventually rounded down to P.S. and S.P., which, when they were drinking, often devolved into Piss & Shit. Kaidan was the least close with those two. It wasn’t personal. In fact, they didn’t seem to be close to anyone but each other. Everyone revered them though. They were always fun and made everyone laugh with jokes that weren’t really clever or funny.

The two he was closest with were Conrad and Blake, who were cousins both named Tim. They were like the angel and devil on his shoulders, always with him and always getting him into trouble. Kaidan didn’t really remember their faces, their features blurred over the years, but he could hear both of their laughs like they were still in the room.

Then there was him. The son of an aristocrat, he was a prince among the rest of them. Doverfort, but Kaidan only ever called him Henry, just like Henry never called him Alenko.

His eyes were so bright. They held the future in them.

Henry had the coin to bribe officers to keep them all together on the same shifts. Their only ambition was to stop time and stay exactly where they were. They’d do just enough work to not be a problem, and never anything good enough to risk a promotion. Then they’d always be together.

Just when life couldn’t be more perfect, Henry woke him up in the bunk one night.

When Kaidan opened his eyes, Henry gestured for him to be quiet with a finger in front of his full, angular lips. He could see Henry so clearly in the dark.

Henry led them through the ship in their nightclothes until he stopped in a dark corner, deep under the deck. A place that only the damp and the rats really bothered with. They could barely see. Any light from the moon didn’t reach them where they were. All they had were sparsely placed lanterns and the limits of the Human eye.

That’s why Kaidan thought it was just an accidental bumping-into at first. It took his mind just as much adjusting as his eyes to realize that what he felt was purposeful. Henry held his hand. Then Henry moved it between his legs where there was something hard and wonderful waiting to be grabbed.

A dam broke and they were all hands and tongues. Months of best friendship were really months of falling in love. This moment now confirmed it. Every touch confirmed it. Every kiss; every stroke; and then, oh god, every pulse that spilled them out of themselves and onto each other, onto fingers, onto mouths, fucking confirmed it.

They never told the others, and did something like it every other night.

But it wasn’t the only secret Kaidan asked Henry to keep.

“Only tell who you trust with your life. Once you say it, you can’t unsay it.”

His mother raised him to do better, but he was so eager to share it. Kaidan never knew for sure whether it was Henry, but the rumors about what he was started up around the same time.

“As if you needed any more reasons to want me dead,” fingers to his temples dripping with indigo stars.

Across the globe, everyone born with that particular affliction knew how to protect it. They grew up learning to temper the pain to hide the signs, dull their kind of body’s natural reflexes. It was the one constant across cultures, across species, across time. Unless you were Thessian, of course.

Those rumors were his first real taste of heartbreak; the end of the last chapter in his book of young love. So, it almost didn’t matter when they put him through the test. It didn’t hurt as much as Henry probably thought it did.

“There’s only one thing to do,” Blake stated that night, so bold and sure of himself; like he only had this moment to prove he was a grown man, “None of us are going to like it, but we won’t know unless we see it ourselves. And if Alenko’s truly got nothing to hide, we’ll just have to make it up to him.”

They cheered and toasted, and Kaidan cheered and toasted along with them. The supervising officer looked on with a combination of boredom and pride.

When everyone decided they were drunk enough, the knives and swords came out. Kaidan knew what was expected of him, so he took off his shirt and got on his knees.

“None of us are doing this because we want to,” Blake stated, marking his place as the leader, “I know you’d do the same if it were me.”

But would he? Kaidan would never know a life where their positions were switched, so he couldn’t say for sure. In his life, with this burden, the answer was no. But if there were another life without this burden, who could say?

For as much of a man as he was trying to be, Blake’s cut wasn’t that long or that deep. But it wouldn’t matter if it was. Kaidan’s father had prepared him for this. Prepared him for the sea. He could take incredible amounts of pain without giving himself up.

The cut bled in the shadows like it should; normal, Human. No hint of light spread over his body like an insidious halo. No glimmer whispered forward from the depth of his wound.

“Good so far,” Blake said, his voice shaking as he offered his knife to his cousin.

Conrad wanted to use a different blade, “This sword was my father’s. I trust it to bring the truth to light.”

He was always so dramatic. Kaidan rolled his eyes before it sliced him waist to hip.

“Nasty!”

“Careful, lads!” the supervising officer shouted, “You’re not here to kill him!”

“It wasn’t deep,” Conrad scoffed.

Next came Piss & Shit.

“Ooooh!”

“That’s gonna scar!”

The knives and names that followed blurred with unimportance. Kaidan thought it was over before he realized they truly saved the best for last.

Henry was the one who cut him deepest.

“Enough!”

If Henry wasn’t intended to be the last, the wound he made ensured it. Whether it was meant to be a kindness, a compensation, or a severance of some sort, Kaidan would never know. Maybe it was everything. Whatever intention it came out of, his slice left one hell of a scar.

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Her forehead was burning dangerously. Her skin felt like a steaming log the moment before it catches fire.

“Come here, Shepard,” Kaidan said apologetically as he knelt down to scoop her limp body into his arms.

She muttered incoherently as he walked down the beach, jostling her with every anxious, uneven step. He knew it had to hurt, but the sea was their best option. Maybe. It’s not like he knew much about what he was doing.

Kaidan brought her into the cold water, cradling her above its surface. He dipped and held most of her underneath it for her temperature to go down, only keeping her face above it. She shivered horribly. Kaidan couldn’t tell if he was shivering too, or just shaking. He couldn’t tell if he was helping or making it worse.

He brought her back up to their shelter, and washed her wound again with the rest of their clean water. She seemed to fall into a peaceful sleep. Maybe he did know what he was doing. Kaidan didn’t want to leave her side but needed to replenish their water, and now was the time if any.

Henry walked away from him; after that. Betrayal. The forest seemed to agree, its trees looming over him in judgment while its roots and vines did their best to trip him up. His surroundings never felt like a threat, but now he was truly alone, they took on another meaning.

Henry never came back though, and Kaidan was only walking away to return with something they depended on.

Kaidan wasn’t paying attention and smacked into a pile of mud. Thankfully, his landing was soft, but if there had been a rock, he could’ve broken something. And if he broke something… Well, he was all she had, and she was all he had. He needed to pay better attention. Any mistake would likely doom them both.

Pressure stood on his chest like an obstinate cat, but he had to keep going. It had its claws in his lungs.

He had to pick himself up.

He stood up and kept going.

But he didn’t understand. Why was it getting worse? Biotics were supposed to heal. Magic was supposed to bring miracles.

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“Clean up your own damn mess and take care of the lieutenant. That’s an order, boys.”

From the floor, he was brought to one of the Captain’s spare offices. The Temperance was a very big ship. He could recover there out of anyone’s way.

A makeshift hammock was tied up on hooks in the corners of the ceiling. It became soaked with Kaidan’s blood, mottled between dry and fresh. It was up to his comrades to do everything, and they always did the bare minimum. So, it was changed out and washed on their own sense of timing.

There was always one other boy in the room with him. It was their task to monitor his progress, to be there to witness nature or a freak of it. To make sure his back healed on its own in due time, without being sped up by any other process. Unnatural fluctuations.

Henry only ever came by the one time. Then he transferred to another ship.

“I didn’t mean to cut that deep,” his sobbing apology was the last moment Kaidan ever had of him.

Kaidan refused to turn around. He couldn’t look at Henry. He felt the cool cloth attending to his back as warm tears fell over it. He heard the apologies and all his professions of innocence.

But he never took one last look at his face.

After that, Kaidan was left with Conrad and Blake, who promised to make all this up to him and never did. He just had them and Piss & Shit.

When Kaidan’s skin finally closed up in a way that cleared his name, they were all put on different shifts. Kaidan threw himself fully into each task, leaving time and room for only the people he had to. Eventually, his work was noticed. Then his last name was recognized. He got a promotion after that, and another until he reached his current position. Until he was Alliance Admiral Kaidan Alenko.

That final crown came at a cost, and the only acceptable currency for it was Pirate Captain Estrella Shepard.

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Night was approaching and the colors in her wound were as vast and vivid as a sunset.

Lowering her temperature, painting drops of water on her lips, covering her when she shivered, clearing out the pus—None of his aid could leap faster than the infection could shuffle. She was at the point where every hour was critical.

He wept and kept up their fire. He didn’t know what else to do.

Kaidan sat there short of options, with only a miracle left.

There were some things that could never be taken back. Like his triumphant cry after wounding her. Like the cut across her shoulder. Across his back. Like Henry holding his hand in the dark. Like living for the space between her legs.

He’d take it all back if he could. All of it. Even the memories that glittered and flashed with a warmth deeper than his soul. He’d take it all back if it would leave him a void. If everything would just leave him the fuck alone.

“I’m sorry, Shepard.”

It was him or her, and he was all she had.

“Only tell who you trust with your life. Once you say it, you can’t unsay it.”

His mother raised him better than this. He’d rather die than share it. But she was the one dying, not him.

Kaidan stood up with a sigh deeper than the sea. He went over to her side.

He wasn’t crossing that line so much as crossing the border between life and death. It was now or never. Waiting any longer might take the decision away from him. He had to get to it before it went too far.

He brushed the hair away from her face.

He put a hand on her back. She winced, eyes flickering, as he placed it directly against her wound.

He closed his eyes.

Biotics were supposed to heal.

A dim, blue glow cast their shelter in low light.

A cleansing fire like the sun itself worked its way through her flesh. Time fell away from the wound, or seemed to.

Kaidan was so exhausted when she eventually opened her eyes that he almost shut his.

Not a flicker, but a true blink with thoughts behind it. Her voice was hoarse, “Kaidan?”

“It’s okay, Shepard. It’s gonna be okay.”

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Rules

i won’t write smut

i only write hcs about any of the characters x yn

i’m not completely comfortable writing darry x yn but as an s/o kinda deal for personal reasons but i’ll do more friends. it really depends on what the s/o situation is if yk what i mean? like sometimes i’ll write it

i’m not comfy writing the boys as a father or with a pregnant S/O

i won’t write any character x character

i normally stick to GN readers, it’s just easier for me and it means that anyone can read it, not just someone with a particular set of pronouns

Characters

ponyboy curtis

sodapop curtis

darry curtis

two-bit matthews

dallas winston

steve randle

johnny cade

cherry valance

Tim & Curly Shepard (i know literally nothing about them so like- anything i write about them will just be how i imagine them)