#dallas winston smut

[quizzicalwriter]

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

Sweet Thing

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy.

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

A/N: Thank you for the request!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston fanfiction #Dallas Winston #dally Winston #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders dally #dally x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston fluff #fluff #smut #the outsiders fluff #the outsiders smut #imagines #heavy smut #Dallas Winston smut

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 16 of Kinkmas: Sneaking Out With Dallas Winston

pairing: Dallas Winston x fem!reader

warning: hickeys, making out, protected sex

Y/N’s POV

My parents hates Dallas, anytime I want to go out somewhere with any of my friends, not just Dally, they get beyond paranoid over me being out anywhere.

But I lied about going to the drive in just to go to the rodeo to see Dallas. When my friends and I got there and we get drinks, I bought a water don’t worry. We get to our seats and wait for the cowboys to come out and put on a show.

Buck comes out and wins as usual. But when Dallas comes out, he was a little rusty but towards the end he won! I clap for him and he notices me in the crowd. I already can tell he wants me to be here after hours so I’m going to stay for a little while.

AFTER HOURS

I stay back but some of my friends stayed with me because they wanted to drive me home because of my paranoid parents.

When Dally came out from the dressing rooms, I walk up to him and he wraps his arms around me and picks me up and kisses me.

“You wanna go somewhere private?” He asked with a smile.

I look at my friends and they nod at me.

“Sure.” I smile back.

He takes me to his dressing room and locks the door. I go to his small table and lean on it and Dallas walks up towards me and we begin to kiss. Dallas picks me up to make me sit on the table and I wrap my legs around him, he kisses my neck and jawline, I gasp and giggle. He chuckles and continues to kiss me but gives me hickeys, I don’t care what my parents think about the hickeys on my neck, I love him so much it’s hard to explain it.

Eventually, we got onto the couch he has in his dressing room and make out a bit. Until he grabs a condom and begins to have sex with me. I moan by him going in and out of me and he kisses my neck again.

After our victory sex, Dallas and I lay on each other. I kiss his forehead gently.

“I’m glad that you won that rodeo.” I whisper in his ear.

“I’m glad you came to see me.” He says to me.

“I’ll just have to lie to my parents about coming here more often.” I say to him.

“You should.” He chuckles.

“I love you.” I say.

“I love you too” he smiles.

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinkmas #kinkmas 2023 #dallas winston x y/n #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders smut #the outsiders x you #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston x you #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders 1983 #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston smut

[lilyxxxwinston]

Dallas if he had a dog:

#dallas winston #the outsiders #darry curtis #dallas winston smut #johnny cade #pony boy #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews

[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.

#patrick swayze #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #two bit mathews #steve randle #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #curly shepard #randy anderson #bob sheldon #cherry valance #the outsiders #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston smut

[puzziepoppin]

lovelovelovelove thinking about being dallas winston's gf.

cw: mostly just fluffy relationship stuff, mentions of sex; no detail, loosely curtis!reader, not edited and written on a small amount of energy so exscue any grammar mistakes😭

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-sleeping in at bucks until the sun is shine so brightly through the blinds you can't see anything but the rays hitting his face in such a perfect way spotlighting all of his usually rock hard features that have turned soft while he sleeps.

-dally is a FULL time stomach sleeper though. and when he finally gets some good sleep he sleeps hard. so if you want to cuddle up close to him don't excpect him to spoon with you. he'll hold you while he sleeps on his back once in a while, but the most you can usually get on from that boy is an arm slung around your body.

-and he is NOT a morning person. the second you inch to sit up hes mumbling with his morning groggy voice and thick accent for you to get back in bed. even if you have work or school or just have to pee. DO NOT expect him to let you up.

-he seems like a real hard-ass but i like to think he has his softer side for you but only when your alone. can't let the gang know you've made him gone soft.

-and if your a curtis girl just expect for darry to be even harder on you once he finds out your dating tusla's certified delinquent. it's all outta care for you and love. he doesn't want his family getting separated from him, and knowing how much time dally spends in the cooler has dar just a tad worried that your gonna get caught up in it sometime.

-and we all know dallas winston fucks. so in the beginning darry will definitely be a bit suspicious of dally only using you to get his dick wet. but once he sees a how dally acts around you he starts to soften up a bit. just don't let darry catch you with dally in your bed doing the devils dance. or any clothes removed for that matter.

-on the topic of fucking and touching. dally is big on pda but in his own way. he's not the type to spin you around and pick you up after he gets outta the cooler. but he knows how to be romantic. he's just more of a touchy feely (vampire on the neck) kinda guy. your friends and darry especially will always have a comment on the new hickey that's accumulated on your neck or how it looks like dallys eating your face off anytime you make out. but dal is just passionate with his kisses. passionate and hungry. if he feels the need he can add a bit of gentleness in there just gentle isn't a normal word in dallas winston's vocabulary.

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a/n: more self indulgence but this time it's with my new fictional bf. no, i haven't finished reading the outsiders so DONT mention any deaths to me. and death is so bleh anyways i like to imagine a world where they all live and johnny never killed the soc and darry never hit dally. anyways maybe some more rated r coming soon babes😘

#the outsiders #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #darry x reader #dallas winston drabble #dallas winston fluff #the outsiders drabble #dallas winston smut #the outsiders movie #the outsiders novel

[wiidvw]

Tell Me You Don't Never Wanna Lose Me.

𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆!!

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝐷𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ! 𝐹𝑒𝑚 ! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡. 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡—𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑃 𝑖𝑛 𝑉 𝑠𝑒𝑥. 𝑆𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑—𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒; 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 never tell him because you knew he wouldn't say it back. You weren't mad at him for it. The idea of being in a real relationship was unfamiliar to him, and you were giving him as much space as you thought was needed—even though he begged for your attention whenever you and him were together in private. When you and him were together in public, however, he wouldn't even hold your hand—you hated it, obviously. You always asked him about it, which eventually turns into an argument.

Then, you two are just screaming at each other.

Bored, you decided to go to Buck's and talk to Dallas. It was a Friday, and unsurprisingly, the place was bustling with people—you almost didn't see Buck, but you did and waved at him.

You walked up stairs, stopping when you approached Dallas's door. The light from the room was shining through the crack underneath the door. You assumed he was awake and wrapped your left hand around the door knob, knocking with the other. “Dallas?”

As you stepped into the messy room, you felt your heart sink, your eyes stuck on Dallas who had another woman straddling him while she kissed him, his hand underneath her shirt.

You kicked yourself mentally as you stood there, not doing anything. When Dallas finally looked up, you didn't give him time to say anything, and instead, you slammed the door shut and nearly ran down the stairs. You exited the bar quickly, ignoring Dallas's pleas while he followed you. Surrounded by the darkness of the night, you kept walking without a destination—just a want to escape the fucked up situation you were in.

Somehow, Dallas caught up to you, grabbing your arm. “Doll, stop—”

“Don't fucking touch me!” You yanked your arm away, turning to face Dallas. Your voice shook, eyes burning with tears that blurred your vision. “We're done.”

You continued walking, and Dallas joined you, staying at your side. “What do you mean ‘we're done’?” He questioned you.

“You know what I fucking mean, Dallas. We're over. I don't want to ever see you again.”

“Come on, doll, you don't mean that—”

“You treat me like shit! You're always with other girls—probably fucking them—”

“Who told you that?”

“Oh, so it's true?”

“No—”

“That's not what I hear from those girls, Dallas. I gave you chance after chance—an excuse after fucking excuse—and you still fucked it up.”

“Doll, please, where are you going?”

“Away from you. Stop fucking following me!”

𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 Dallas. You saw glimpses of him at the Curtis house—you tried to ignore him though. You knew everybody else could tell something was up. Anytime Dallas did show up, you said you had to go home. You assumed they already knew because Dallas told them or something.

However, you couldn't stop thinking about him, thinking about his smell, the way he held you, the way he kissed you . . . . You were still pissed. He was cheating, and you saw it with your own eyes, and he was begging you not to leave him.

What an asshole.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 forced you out of your unconscious state, and with a groan, you pushed your body off the mattress and to the floor, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand while you stepped to your window. You shoved the curtains open, the glow of the bright moon lighting your dark room; your eyes slowly adjusted, and you realized the cause of the tapping.

It was Dallas. What a fucking surprise. You scoffed and opened the window, a cool breeze, blowing into the room. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you, doll,” he answered, and you rolled your eyes.

“Goodbye,” you started to close the window when Dallas said, “I'm sorry,” his voice a softness you'd never heard.

You freeze, shocked. You never heard Dallas say he's sorry. You assumed he was incapable of it. Maybe he really did feel bad.

Your face softened. “Okay.” You let him through the window, closing it behind him. The moonlight shined on his face, revealing the bruise under his eye. “What happened?”

He sat down on your bed. “Got into a fight.”

“Oh,” you were speechless. You'd never seen Dallas this vulnerable. You took a deep breath. “You're sorry?”

“Yeah. I shouldn't have been kissin’ her—shoulda pushed her away.”

“And why didn't you?”

“I don't know what I'm doin’, man. I'm not used to this.”

“That's not an excuse, Dal. You hurt me.”

“I know, man, I know. I'm sorry,” he apologized, looking up at you as you stood in front of him. “I won't do it again. I promise.”

You sat down beside him. “Prove it,” you stared at him. “Show me that you mean it.”

Dallas leaned toward you until your lips were inches apart, his hand reaching your waist. “I don't wanna lose you.” He kissed you softly—the softest he's ever kissed you. Your hands reached for his jacket, trying to take it off of him until he shrugged it off. He broke the kiss, kicking off his shoes while you got comfortable on your bed, propping yourself up on your pillows.

He kissed you again, rougher this time. Your hands rested on his shoulder, his hands grabbing your thighs spreading them wide. His lips moved to your jaw, sucking and nibbling at the skin, making you whimper at the feeling. One of his hands dipped into your now-wet panties, brushing your clit. You bit your lip, muffling the moan that threatened to release from your throat. You could feel him smirking against your skin as a finger teased your entrance.

“Please,” you managed to choke out without being loud. Dallas sucked harshly on your neck, his middle and ring finger entering your cunt. You gasped, nails digging into his skin. He set a steady pace with his fingers, palm brushing your clit with each thrust of his digits.

You let out quiet moans that only urged Dallas on more. He slipped his other hand under your shirt, cupping your breast in his palm, his thumb teased your brown nipple until it peaked. Your back arched against him, and his fingers inside you sped up, making you throw your head back at the waves of euphoria that constantly hit you. Your thighs closed around his forearm, which caused Dallas to pull out his fingers and pry your legs back open. “Open those legs, doll.”

You almost didn't hear, but you did and opened your legs. He plunged his fingers back into your dripping cunt, returning to his fast-paced speed. “Shit,” you moan, your voice reaching a slightly higher pitch.

Chuckling softly, Dallas went back to nipping at your jaw. You bucked up with each thrust of his fingers. He pressed down on your clit with his palm, and you started to squirm. “Dallas,” your stomach tightened as your climax grew close. “Dal, I'm gonna—”

“Come on, doll,” he murmured against your neck.

You gasped, mouth open, letting out a silent scream as you came, your eyes squeezed shut, and your legs shaking. Dallas’ fingers slowed as you calmed; eventually, he pulled them out.

Dallas began to slip his clothes off, dropping them on the floor. He reached between your legs, sliding your underwear off while you took off your shirt, throwing it with Dallas’. He hooked your legs around his waist and rested a hand beside your head, the other guiding his cock into your aching cunt. You gasped as he entered you inch by inch. He now gripped your hip, tightly. He grunted softly, “Fuck,” and you clamped around his dick.

After giving you time to adjust, he gradually pulled out until only his tip was inside you. You bit your lip, muffling a moan that would've likely been loud enough to wake up everybody inside the house. He slowly repeated his action, and you were shocked.

Whenever you had sex with Dallas, it was rough—not that you were complaining. But it was strange. This softness you never received from him. He was truly sorry, and you could tell.

He pulled out, pulling a whine from your lips. He gripped your legs and rested them on his shoulder, bending you in half as he leaned forward, his cock entering you again. The new angle nearly knocked the air out of you, and it didn't take much to guess that he had a cocky smile on his face; however, he didn't, he leaned down, swallowing your moans by kissing your lips. Dallas slid a hand down your stomach until he reached your clit, rubbing rough circles on the bud. You whimper against his lips. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “Doll . . . ?”

“Yes?” You choked out, the steady pace he set, sliding in and out of your cunt bringing you closer and closer.

“I'm sorry.”

“I know.”

Dallas started fucking into you faster, rougher until you couldn't hold back your orgasm. “Dallas,” you cried.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Cum with me, doll.”

Only a few more thrusts, and you both came, breathless. Dallas pulled out, and you whined from the new emptiness. Your juices mixed with his cum, the liquid dripping down your ass.

He moved to lay down next to you. You rested your cheek on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around yours. You glanced up at him. “Dallas . . . ?”

“Hm?”

“I love you,” you mentally crossed your fingers, praying he'd say it back.

“You too, doll.”

#dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #dallas winston x black!reader #dallas winston smut #black!reader #angst with a happy ending

[slvt4weasley]

Dallas Winston smut headcanons

Warnings: mentions of smut

Dally loves to show you off. He loves to make out with you passionately while grabbing your ass and pulling you impossibly closer by your side.

Dallas an ass man. He loves to grab it, look at it and slap it. On certain nights, he’ll even sleep on it like a pillow

He LOVES when you kiss his neck, it makes him groan ( and whimper ) especially when you suck on his adams apple, definitely a 10/10

He can be surprisingly loud in bed if you make him feel good enough, though, he tries to keep it down to keep up his “dominant” act

he calls you little nicknames like doll, princess, sweetcheeks ( mostly because of your ass), in front of people too

he slightly chokes you in bed but would never hurt you doing it and would listen if you ask him to stop

Dally would do it ANYWHERE if he was horny enough

speaking of, hes horny 24/7. He’s always staring at your tight ass or boobs spilling out of your shirt.

PLEASE don’t bend over in front of him he will get hard in a split second and pull you into the closest place where you can be alone

he can go literally all night and will if he wants 🤷🏾‍♀️

If he misses you, he will prob jerk off thinking about you

he doesn’t like kids but if you two settle down he would have three

#the outsiders #dallas winston smut #dallas winston #smut

[dylobilysmomg]

The Outsiders Fic Recs

𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 *𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀* 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯

sweet on your lips (dallas winston) (req) - @ambrozjas

be my angel - @cranberrv

“do you love me?” (hcs) - @dearsnow

you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt (dallas winston) - @jaidens

heaven (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

mercy (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

pda (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

storms (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

sweet thing (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #dally winston #the outsiders dally #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston #dallas winston smut #dally winston imagine #dally winston smut #sodapop curtis #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop curtis imagine #sodapop curtis smut #sodapop imagine #sodapop smut #soda curtis

[shroomsroom]

can you do hc’s of dal dating a girl w thick thighs?

yesyeysyeys this is kinda easy cuz ive got a bit of chub on my thighs so yeah this is kinda smutty but theres nothing really big dally always liked to lay his head in your lap partly because he liked to look up at your face every now and then and partly because your thighs were like heaven to him. every night you spent in his bed drifting in and out of sleep, his hand has never left your plush thighs, squeezing and lightly pinching near your pelvis. the amount of kisses and bites he's placed on your thighs while hes sitting in between your legs is immesurable. he loved to feel suffocated in between your legs and could stay there for years. to dally you were perfect in every way.

#shroomsroom #clara'sroom #dally winston smut #dallas winston smut #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston x reader smut #dally winston x reader #dally winston x reader smut

[via-l0ve]

Could I request general two-bit and dallas (seperate) smut headcannons if that's okay ^^

a/n: I LOVE HEADCANNONS!!! you ask and i shall deliver. 🫶🏻

warnings: honestly just pure smut. Random gen. headcannons of Two-Bit and Dallas in bed! smut is under the cut. you’ve been warned!

Two-Bit Mathews:

def has a thing for mutual masturbation

i feel like he says stuff like “my pretty little slut.” or “Taking me so well, baby girl/boy”

sometimes if he’s just so desperate for a fuck and he dosent have a lot of patience he’ll just slide your panties to the side and pound into you

drunk sex happens because my boy is SO touchy when he’s drunk :((

i feel like he’s lowkey into cockwarming

“jus’ slide it in baby.. oh fuck.. jus’ like that.”

moaning in ur mouth when you guys are making out 😩

did someone say hair pulling kink bc i heard it

if he’s giving you head and you pull his hair-

he’s making you cum like 4 times. sorry bb

will almost get you to cum and then stop and you gotta beg the man to keep goin

likes missionary and when you ride him

he likes doing it in cars 🤷‍♀️

i feel like he’d literally brag to Steve about it💀 but if that was something you were uncomfy with he would stop when he knew

i feel like he’s down to try just about anything tbh

he takes aftercare seriously and always wants you to get a drink of water

he seems like the type to doordash food afterwards or take you to a drive in and you guys just eat and chill

but he also loves to just cuddle and hold ya afterwards.

says “i love you” a LOT

I feel like he wants to know he’s doing good

DIRTY TALK.

“so good for me baby. taking my cock like this. fuck.. what a good girl/boy.”

“y’feel so good on my cock… i can never get enough of ya.”

Dallas Winston:

Spit kink !

spits on his fingers before driving them into you or will make you taste yourself on his fingers afterwards.

if you’re giving him head and you gag around his cock - his soul will ascend to the heavens

throat fucking you is like heaven to Dallas

LOVES teasing you in front of the guys without them knowing

you both cuddling under blankets and talking to the gang while he rubs your clit and fingers you

“you gotta keep quiet, doll. cant have them knowin’ what were doin’, huh?”

calls you a lot of nicknames

loves it when you moan his name

he loves cumming inside you or on your chest

whether you have big tits or a flatter chest, whether you’re male or female, dosent matter. Dallas will finish on your chest and he will take a mental photo of what that looks like to jack off to.

BEGS you to take pics in lingerie (or nude) so he can have ‘em to jerk off to if you’re not there.

bondage kink too

i think he’d like to restrict you to a bedpost and throat fuck you or have you suck his cock while he’s all tied up <3

he’d be willing to sub but he would rather be a dom

He would sub on some days though

if you’re into smoking weed i can imagine high sex happening

he’d never force you into stuff

Feelin like he’s got a little slapping kink

slaps your ass or your face (gently, and with consent!!) when you’re going rough

OVERSTIM.

he gets hard from js thinking about overstimulating you until you’re a crying mess, begging for a release.

“no, not yet baby. i know you can take one more. one more for me, yeah?”

multiple orgasms

he can be gentle if that’s what you want but i think he def likes to go rough a lot too.

he does aftercare, makes sure you’re hydrated and comfortable but saves most of the talking for the morning after.

i also feel like he’d take your panties off with his teeth 🤭

#dallas winston #dallas winston smut #two bit mathews #two-bit mathews smut #the outsiders imagines #smut #thank you sm for this request #love u mwah

[quizzicalwriter]

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

Mercy

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

Word Count: 3.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It is funny.”

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

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[hennyjwrites]

Can you do one of Dallas Winston comforting after a massive argument with your father- just angst, fluffy, cradling head in hands and laying down on chest type deal- Tysm and love your work!!

I changed the ask around a little bit

Reader is considered to be the Curtis brothers adopted sister!

You sat in the lot, alone,surrounded by the darkness. Tears ran down your face as you recalled all the harsh things that your older brother, Darry said to you. You had missed your curfew for the 4th time this week and Darry was pissed. When you got home the entire gang was waiting on you. A small lecture turned into a huge fight between the both of you. Hurtful things were said that made your heart hurt and you grabbed your jacket and ran back out the door.

As you looked up at the stars, hiccuping softly, you didn't notice Dallas, your longtime boyfriend walking up behind you. He sat down beside you, making his presence known. He didn't say anything as he pulled you into his arms. He held you close as you cried in his arms. He kissed your head and shushed you slightly. You were the only girl he would do this for and you both knew it.

When your cries went down slightly, Dallas spoke up. “You know he didn't mean it.”

“Then why did he say it?” You whimpered, laying back on his shoulder. The flick of a lighter and the smell of smoke hit the night air as dally lit a cigarette. “I can't answer that babe.” Dally knew some of the things Darry said were wrong but he knows if he was in his shoes, dally would spazz too.

You both sat there for a small while before you started to shiver. “C'mon you're staying at my place tonight.” He helped you stand. He made a mental note to call darry later tonight but right now you were his main priority.He pulled you into a hug and kissed you again. It was a small gesture that let you know he loved you even if he couldn't say it out loud. You felt the love he had for you as he helped you into the truck, made sure your seatbelt was on before he pulled off.

This night was bad but with dally it would get a little better.

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[zuricu]

Sub!Dallas Winston Fem!Reader

My first post thought I'd spoil you. *wink*

Fem!Reader Just because of female anatomy- mentioned once I think?

WARNINGS: Smut, praise, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, submissive/soft dom, drunken sex, edging, unprotected sex, I think that's It? If there's anything I missed lmk

It was a usual Friday night. We were at Buck's, playing pool and getting drunk. Dallas was winning our game, I thought I had a chance this round but Dallas nearly cleaned the table on his first shot. I won't lie, he's pretty good at this game. 

He smoked me in the game so I decided it was only suitable to go out and take a smoke break. I made my way outside to stand outside of the building. It wasn't warm out but it wasn't cold either, merely a pleasant temperature. I was only out there for about ten minutes but when I returned Dal was beyond drunk. He fumbled while walking and slurred his words. 

"Fuck it," I say while grabbing onto his arm, I drag him to the bar and order some more drinks for myself. I down them and make sure we get to Dal's room before it hits.

"I'm like..." He pauses, his words not really making much sense. "Sooooo fucking in love with youuuuu..." 

I kiss him, gently, but as Dallas is Dallas, we eventually begin to make out. Our lips, even though drunken, move simultaneously. He tastes like sweat, whiskey, and beer. The taste is undeniably attractive, even though it may not seem like it. His tongue presses up against my lips eventually so I open them, giving them somewhere to go. My hands, which were on his neck, trail down to his chest. This leads to his hips and then the hem of his shirt. I grasp the cotton fabric and pull it over his head after our lips part. My clothes soon found their way off, leaving me only in my undergarments. I push him over to the bed and lay him down. I adjust myself on top of him and start trailing hickeys down his neck and chest. He giggles, which I take as a sign to start teasing him some. I kiss his lips again, but now I'm in control, I bite down on his lower lip. It starts to bleed a little bit so I take my thumb and wipe it away, I kiss it again but much softer. 

"You want this, Dal?" I ask him, he answers eagerly. 

I begin to add some friction in our lower half, and his still being in his jeans made him upset. He groans in annoyance, I make sure not to give him what he wants. I place my hand on his chin so that it's resting on my index finger and being held still with my thumb, I maneuver his face to make him look me in the eyes. 

"You're so goddamn pretty, Dallas," I coo. "Your eyes are so beautiful." I take my hand from his chin to his ear and down his neck into the middle of his pecs. I press my nail into his skin, not enough to cause pain but enough to cause discomfort. I continue until I get to his V line and trace down the right side. He lets out a noise, letting me know my job is being done well. I palm the growing bulge in his pants. "Is this for me?" I ask, already knowing the answer. All he does is nod. "Use your words, baby."

"Yes," He admits. "It's all for you, everything I do is for you." I give him a peck on the lips for his answer. 

"Aww," I babble. "You're so cute." I begin to rub what's mine. He shifts around from all of the sudden movement. "Enjoying this?"

"No- Yes," He says. "Yes, I am, just please take them off."

"I'll comply, you've been so sweet, baby," I take his jeans off, along came his underwear and I begin to stroke his dick. Slowly, up and down, teasing the tip every so often. I do this cycle until I start to feel him twitch, give him a break, and do it again. This happens a few times until he's had enough of it. 

"P...please..." He pleads.

"What, baby?" I act clueless. "You need to tell me what."

"Please let me cum, thas' all I want, Doll," His eyes squinted from the pain of being edged.

"That's all you want?" I ask. "You don't want me?" 

"Oh, God! Yes, I want you, I want you so bad! Please! Please fuck me until I cum, Doll."

"I guess I have to, now." I giggle. 

I slipped my panties off and lined myself up with his dick, before I could slide down, he thrust into me, eager to get what he wants. I bounce up and down as he thrusts. 

"Dallas!" I cry "Dallas I love you so much, baby." My stomach gets tangled with the thought of my oncoming orgasm. 

"Doll, I'm gonna cum, hold me please, babe, please." I oblige and grab ahold of him and we cum at the same time. I quickly remove myself from him and throw myself next to him. 

"We are gonna have such a hangover, sweets," I announce.

"No fuckin' shit."

"I'll be right back," I tell him, grabbing sweats and a tee from his drawer and heading to the washroom. I do my business, clean up, and get dressed. On my way out I grab Dallas some of his clothes and throw them at him, prompting him to put them on. After he did I plop back into bed and lay next to him. I curl next to him. "You did a good job baby."

"I'm glad I did, Sugartits," I laugh at the nickname and ruffle his hair.

"Your eyes really are pretty, Babe."

"That doesn't compare to everything about you," he tried being sweet but I ignore his notions, not that I didn't want to hear them. 

"Your smile, too," I remark. "It's sad I don't see it more often, but love makes up for it." He smiled at what I said, I know what I'm saying doesn't actually make any sense but I really love everything about him. "You aren't perfect in any Goddamn way but, God, you're all I need."

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[lilyxxxwinston]

Twobit: whats my favourite number?-

Ponyboy: 69?

Twobit: No! Get your head out of the gutter!

Ponyboy: it was 69, wasn’t it?

Twobit: yea…

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[crazyf0rswayze]

Dallas: I'll Make it Up!!

Can you do dally of when he forgets about a date and forgets about the reader so than she goes to Darry’s house and sees him and they make up aka smut

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of being submissive vs dominant.

Y/N POV

It was our monthly date night...and he forgot. How could he forget!? It's the same day every month! The third Friday of the month! I'm all dolled up. A new dress, a different style of makeup and he's a half hour late. He's never ever this late. He forgot. I decide to go over to Darry's house instead to talk to him. We've been friends for a little bit, and that's how I met Dallas. He has always been there to talk to, and he gives pretty good advice. It takes a few minutes to walk over to his house and when I get there....Dallas is having a full blown conversation with Johnny. I wouldn't have an issue with it if it weren't date night. There were three people in the house. Darry, Dally, and Johnny. 

"Hey Y/n, what's up? How are you?" Darry asks from the kitchen. 

"Fine" I mumble and walk over to the counter. I sit on it and Darry just looks at Dallas and then me. 

"What's wrong?" He asks. His brows furrowed with concern.

"Dallas and I were supposed to have a date and he forgot. We had reservations and it's too late now" I say in a whisper. I was looking down at the ground, afraid to meet Darry's eyes thinking I might cry. 

"Go talk to him" Darry replies whispering. 

"No. He's talking to Johnny" I say

"Go say hi or something. Once you guys start talking I'll get out for a bit and bring Johnny with me. I'll meet up with Soda and Pony or something. Ok?" He explains. I'm looking at the floor still, so he leans down so his face blocks my view. He has a nice smile plastered on his face. I chuckle and look back up. Darry smiles again and walks back over to the other side of the kitchen to read the paper. 

"Hey Dal" I say quietly. 

"Hey doll. Why are you all dolled up?" Dallas asks. 

"Hey Johnny. Let's um...let's meet up with the boys for some ice cream" Darry says. 

"Sure! Bye Dallas. I'll see you tomorrow " Johnny says. He waves and walks out the door with Darry.

"Um....Dallas we had a date today. That's why I'm all dolled" I say, not looking in his eyes.

DALLAS'S POV

Shit...I'm complete forgot. How could I be so damn stupid!? It's the same every month!

"Baby! I'm so so sorry! I-I complete forgot. It slipped my mind. I-I'll make it up to you!" I say. I had never ever forgotten a date, and this definitely hurt her. And I didn't want her hurt. But I didn't really know how to make it up to her. Well.... I guess there is a way.

"How!? I was so excited for this date! Dallas how could you make it up!?" Y/n says. Her voice was a little angry, but she wasn't raising her voice, which was good...I guess.

"Well...we could start by taking this off" I say, reaching for the thin straps of her dress.

"You know I can't say no to that" she says, letting a smile spread across her beautiful face. 

"But we can't fuck on one of the Curtis' beds"

"We can take their parents old room....or Sodapop's room because he sleeps with Pony"

"You lead the way" she says. I smile and grab her hand, taking her to their parents old room. Lots of the things were moved out, and put into storage, so it was quite empty.

Y/N POV

It was most certainly a little weird that we were about to have sex in their house, but God I needed him right here right now, and it was so weird. I was so mad at him and now I'm aching for him inside me. Dallas spun me around, bringing me away from my thoughts and back to reality. My back was to him.... He lifts my skirt up and feels me through my lace panties.

"Baby...you're very wet. Why is that?" He asks teasingly

"B-because you said you'd make it up to me...a-and I really like that we're going to do it this way" I say a little nervous.

"Good..." He says. He slowly unzips my dress, and it falls to the floor. I shudder at the cold air hitting my exposed breasts. 

"No bra? Mmm" He says. He cups my breasts, and slowly starts to massage them. He starts to kiss my neck, leaving a hickey. I let out little whimpers as he nibbles at my sensitive skin. 

"Dallas" I moan out.

"Yes darling?" He asks, pulling his head away from my neck. 

"That feels nice...but can we do something else?" I ask softy. 

"Of course darling. You tell me what you want. Tonight you can take charge" he says. 

"How about you take your shirt and jeans of baby" I say. He steps away from me, and I hear him undo his buckle and pull his jeans down. He pulls his shirt off, and he walks back over. 

"Is this better?" He asks. I could feel his warm body up against mine, and his bulge against my ass. 

"Yes. Now...how about you get on your knees in front of me" I suggest. He walks in front of me, and slowly gets on his knees. He looks up at me....and he looked so submissive. It was so hot, and it most certainly made the pool in my underwear worse. He reaches for my panties, and pulls them off. They fall to my ankles, and I step forward, and away from them. His nose is right above my wetness. He reaches a hand up, and feels me again. I whimper at the feeling of his digits on me. 

"So wet for me" he whispers, the warm air coming from his mouth hitting my pussy. I buck my hips forward, and hit his lips. I pull them back and Dallas leans forward and into me. He wraps his arms around my thighs, as his tongue connects with my arousal soaked cunt. I let out soft moans. He felt so good, and he always knew what I needed and how I wanted it. That's what I loved about him. His tongue went between my lips, and circled my clit before going back and teasing my entrance. 

"Mmmm" I moan out. My one hand was massaging my breast and the other was tangled in Dally's hair. My head was tilted back in pleasure, and my eyes were closed for the same reason. One of Dallas's arms slowly departs from my leg, and goes to my pussy. Dallas pulls the tip of his tongue out of me, and replaces it with a finger. I let out a loud moan, and then Dallas adds another digit inside. I whimper and moan as he makes me feel good. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, and his tongue circles, sucks and nibbles on my clit. He hasn't done that before...he hasn't nibbled on me but it felt to damn good. Too good to keep my moans down. I was loudly moaning at all the sensations. Dallas hums into me, sending vibrations through my core. 

"Dallas! Mmmm! You're making me feel so good!" I cry out. He hums again. I buck my hips and then pull them back. He starts to do everything a little faster, getting me closer and closer to my release. He's looking up at me with eyes full of love and full of the need to make me feel good. They could send me over the edge, and they did. My body starts to tremble and shake as I cum. Dallas quickly stands up, and holds my body with one hand, his other hand it's fingers still in me. He makes small little thrusts, almost unnoticeable, as I ride out my high. I lean into his body once I'm done, and he pets my hair. 

"Good girl" he says. He finally pulls his fingers out of me, and they're coated with my juices. He lifts his hand up to my lips, and taps my lips. I open up my mouth, and he puts his digits in my mouth.

"Mmmmmm" I moan out as I taste myself. I suck on him, and I run my tongue on and between his fingers, cleaning them off. He looks at me with a mischievous smirk. He knew what he was doing, making me submissive again. I'm not sure I would let it happen though.... After a minute, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. I swallow every last bit of the juices in my mouth. 

DALLAS'S POV

She was hot when she was all dominate. I'm not really a submissive guy but god she could change that and I loved that. 

"I think I want you on the bed..." She says. I walk over to the bed and lie down. She comes over and straddles me, making me harder than ever. She takes my boxers off, throwing them to the side. Y/n takes my hard cock in her hands any slowly pumps it, speaking all my pre-cum all over my member. 

"Dallas darling, do you have a condom?" She asks all hot.

"Y-yes. It's in my wallet. I can grab it if you'd like" I reply a little nervous for God knows why.

"No its ok" she says. She gets up, and walks over to my jeans, pulling my wallet out of them. She opens it up and takes a look

"Dallas Tucker Winston...aged 21?" she says, reading my ID. 

"I almost forgot your middle name was Tucker...so cute. But why 21?" she says. Her voice gets all high pitched when she says cute, like she's talking to her dog. She fumbles through my wallet in the darkness, and finds the condom I keep in there. She walks back over too me, straddles me again, and opens up the condom. She rolls it on and I buck my hips up at her light touch. I needed more so badly.

"It says 21 so I can buy bee-" Y/n aligns my member with her entrance, and slowly slides down on it. The pleasure of her in me cuts me off. She lets out loud moans and whimpers as her hole gets stretched by my cock. 

"Feel good?" I ask. 

"Y-yes." She replies. She puts her hands on my stomach and puts her weight on my briefly before starting to go up and down on me. She moves her hands and puts them on my thighs so she can lean back in all her pleasure. She leans back slightly and knocks her head back. She starts off with slow bounces, and then starts going way faster. She's a loud moaning mess for me...

Y/N POV

It has been a little bit since Dallas and I had sex, so it felt better than it usually would because of waiting so long. 

"Aaah. Dally it feels t-too good" I say. All Dallas does is place his hands on my hips, steadying me and helping me go up and down. After a little bit he moves one hand and rapidly starts to rub my clit. The pleasure was too much, but I still wanted to go so much longer. 

"D-dallas can I please cum!?" I plead and whine

DALLAS'S POV

Even though she was very dominant right now, it was so hot to see her be submissive and ask to cum.

"Wait a little bit ok?"

Y/N POV

I was glad and mad he told me to wait because soon it would be too much. I could feels myself pulse and clench on him for a split second and go back to normal as I neared the edge.

"DALLY PLEASE I NEED TO CUM!" I yell and plead for his permission.

"Go darling! Come on, cum on my cock." He says as I start to cum. I completely lose myself and fall onto his perfect body to steady me. My head was knocked back and my back was arched so my stomach was pushed closer to his. He wraps his arms around my shaking body. I soon calm down, and he kisses my head.

"You did so good baby. Good girl" he coos. All I can do is hum. 

"I have to get up. I have to clean you up baby." He says. I pout not wanting his cock to leave from inside of me. He smiles at me.

"Ok... fine" I say. I slowly get off him and plop next to him instead. He stand up and pulls his boxers back on. 

"I'll be back ok?" 

"Ok" I respond. I go under the covers and cozy up as I wait for Dally. He comes back quickly and kneels on the bed. He holding a towel. He slides his hands under the blanket and reaches my thigh, rubbing it. 

"Open baby, I have to wipe you off" he says very sweetly. He was a very sweet guy when you got to know him.

"Ok" I say in a barley audible whisper. I open up my legs, and he slowly reaches over to my pussy. He wipes my juices with the damp towel and then pulls it away.

"Good girl" he coos. He takes his condom off, ties it, and throws it away. He then cleans his dick off with the towel. He crawls in bed with me and wraps his arms around my waist. 

"You did so good tonight. I'm proud baby." Dally praises. God I loved it when he praised me.

"Thank you" I say

"Are you still mad at me" he asks 

"Maybe...maybe just thiisss much" I say. I pinch my fingers together with about 3 centimeters between them.

"Ok...that's good" he says with a breathy chuckle. I look up at him and he kisses my lips. 

"Let's get some sleep ok?"

"Ok" I say as I snuggle into him. I rest my head on his chest, and wrap my arms around his toned figure. 

"I love you" I say

"I love you too" he says. I feel his kiss the top of my head as I close my eyes to sleep. I'm about to drift off when we hear the front door open

"WERE BACK! BUT YOU TOO CAN SLEEP" Darry calls out. I have a feeling he knows what we did....

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