⋆ ｡˚ ༘ Not A Lot, Just Forever

would u write a little something about giving dally a blowjob? i feel like he’d be sooo mean about it ugh i love him

₊ ˚. ⊹ I don't need your mercy

—dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: m!receiving, face fucking, messy head

"you wanna what?" he asked, both worried and intrigued. "I dunno baby. I mean... I told you what i'm like."

"I don't care. I want to" you whispered, running your arms up and down his chest, your nails raking on his skin.

you and Dally hadn't done anything, not really. so when you asked whether you could go down on him, he seemed surprised. not because he didn't want to, but because when you two had discussed the idea of sex and the activities that come along with it, giving Dally head didn't sound.. pleasant.

he told you that he had a tendency to be a head pusher and was often degrading. the idea of that initially turned you off, but as you both began to explore one another's bodies, the idea became less foreign and more satisfying.

"okay" he shrugged, unbuckling his jeans. you immediately slid onto the floor and got on your knees, rubbing his knees as he pulled his jeans and boxers down so that his dick sprung free.

you began pumping him in his hand, his dick now fully hard, his pink tip almost red as pre-cum bubbled over. the sight of it made you salivate and only want him more. "just tap my thigh and i'll stop okay?" he groaned, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip. you nodded, putting his thumb into your mouth before taking it back out and running it over your lips.

you put his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around. Dally immediately grabbed a fistful of your hair whilst groaning. after a few moments you took a few more inches, beginning to lightly bob your head up and down.

you had never given anyone head before, so you weren't sure if what you were doing was right. but the sounds from Dally and the way he would groan quiet "fucks" every time you put more and more of him into your mouth told you that you were doing just fine.

you began to lightly fondle his balls, making him let out a pornographic moan before fully pushing your head down onto him— and you let him.

he guided you as you bobbed up and down on his length, gagging every time his tip would hit the back of your throat. "your such a fucking slut aren't you baby?" he whispered to you as he put your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hands. "you look so gorgeous on my dick"

you hummed in satisfaction as tears rolled down your cheeks, his thrusts into your mouth growing a more aggressive. you continued to take him, your pussy growing wetter with every thrust.

he pulled you off of his dick for a second, allowing you to finally breath as saliva dribbled down your chin, your fucked out expression making him smirk. "you okay baby?" he asked softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "you're such a good girl"

you continued to suck him off, breathing through your nose as his dick was practically down your throat. with a few more insults and moans, you could tell he was getting closer.

"i'm gonna cum.." he whispered to you before pulling you off of him again. "I wanna cum all over your pretty face" he said, to which you nodded, biting your lip in excitement as he jerked himself off. "open your mouth" and you obeyed, opening your mouth, your tongue sticking out slightly.

a few more pumps, he moaned out your name as he shot thick ropes of cum all over your face and onto your tongue. he sat there for a moment, breathing heavily before helping you up onto the bed. "you're so fucking gorgeous. you did so well baby."

he reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a few tissues before cleaning his cum off of your face. "was that okay baby? I didn't hurt ya' did I?"

"no, I liked it" you smiled before you kissed one another passionately, him pulling you into his lap as you held one another tightly.

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

i've never seen a more beautiful and delectable man in my entire life like omg i want to do devious activities w this man

the way he got arrested for speeding not long after this is so funny to me

omg i'm gonna bust 🙏🏼 (matt in his active era omg)

݁ ۪ ୧ . rules

˚ ˖𓍢ִ yes:

-i will write for other outsiders characters (depending on who and the request)

-i write nsfw (if you request outsiders characters i might write nsfw for them but again, it depends on who and what the request is)

-i will write for large age gaps as long as its legal

౿  ׂ  ˳ no:

-i will not write rape, pedophilia, self harm, sa, incest

-if you try to fight me on a request that i don't want to do, you will be blocked

-i only write fem reader as i am unable to capture other genders well. i also only write for character x reader, i dont do ships

begs for slow burn/fluff w Johnny Cade ppl don’t write enough for my boy 😓

(love ur writing btw)

୭ °۪ ׂ heavy

—johnny cade x reader

warnings: language

the crowded school hallway smelt of expensive perfumes and hair grease, the hair thick and humid as students danced around one another to get to their classes. you stood up against the lockers, chatting with your friend Angela as the world faded around you both.

suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you spun around to see your best friend Johnny standing in front of you, a grin on his face.

"hey"

"hey johnnycake!" you exclaimed excitedly, giving him a hug. "you still wanna hang out after school?"

"sure thing" he says, the school bell going off and filling the halls, sending lingering students on their way to class, including you and Angela.

you look at Angela to see her stifling a laugh, biting her lip. "what?"

"he loves you so much, my god" she cackles, wrapping her arm around yours.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you laugh in response as the both of you enter the classroom. the both of you walked to your desks that sat side by side, sitting down and placing your books onto the wooden surface. "Johnny and I have been friends since grade school. If he was in love with me, he would've made a move by now. besides, I don't like him like that"

"yeah right. this is Johnny we're talking about. he's the last person to tell you how he feels."

"that's not true, he tells me everything." and it was true, he did tell you everything. the both of you had been friends since you were 9 and he were 10. you had found him sitting alone on the curb of a street corner by your house when you were walking home from the store one day.

you had offered to bring him back to yours as it was cold and dreary, and despite him refusing, he ended up in your living room only 15 minutes later.

since then, the two of you had always been each others number 1. every time he needed to vent about his parents, you would be there— and every time an ignorant Soc made you cry, you would run to him for comfort.

as you waited for Johnny at the front of the school after class, you couldn't stop thinking about what Angela said, an endless thought loop playing in your head. you thought about all of the times that Johnny would gaze at you when you weren't looking, all the times he would hold you longingly as you cried into his chest. the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

"you ready to go?" you heard Johnny say from behind you.

"yeah" you smiled as you two began walking toward your house. the both of you talked one another's ear off, talking about anything and everything as you two always did. as you arrived at your home, you noticed your mothers car was gone meaning that the house was empty. you preferred it that way as your mother always teased and embarrassed you in front of Johnny, believing that you two were having some secret love affair.

you walked through the front door, setting your books down on the table nearby, your arms instantly feeling relief from no longer being weighed down by unnecessarily heavy textbooks.

"you want anything? water, juice, a snack?" you asked, walking over to your kitchen and opening your fridge, scanning for anything new that may have been added to the shelves while you were at school.

"i'm alright" Johnny shrugged, not wanting to bother you or "steal" your food, despite the fact that you were offering it and he wasn't taking anything without permission. he often felt like a burden, but you always tried your best to remind him that he wasn't.

you grabbed a coke, walking over to Johnny who was now sitting on the couch. you snapped open the can, the tab letting out a satisfying pop sound. you took a gulp, a little getting on the side of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. You didn't seem to notice as you were too busy flipping through TV channels, yet Johnny couldn't keep his eyes off of that small drop running down your skin— not because it bothered him, but because it was right by your soft pair of lips, ones that he had been longing to kiss.

"anything you wanna watch?" you asked him, continuing to flip through the channels.

"you." he mumbled, gazing at you lovingly. despite his voice being low and quiet, you knew what he had said. you turned to him, his gaze not turning away from you as it usually did when you caught him staring.

you both stared into one another's eyes before looking at each others lips.

"I really like you." he said to you without thinking as he was too busy staring at you.

Angela was right, you thought to yourself, and I was wrong. you were wrong about not liking Johnny, of course you liked him. after all of these years, how could you not? he was perfect in every way. you couldn't find a single flaw in the boy, not even the scar on his cheek or the slight gap in between his two front teeth. he was beautiful in every way. he was kind and sincere, he never judged you, and by god was he handsome.

it all made sense— every time a girl would attempt to flirt with him, you would tell yourself that the anger you felt was simply you feeling protective over him, not wanting him to get hurt by a girl who was looking for a good time, and every time you thought about him as you lay in bed at night, your mind would always wander to his plush lips and dark brown eyes. you realised that you didn't just like him, you loved him.

"I really like you too." you replied after a long pause. he cupped your jaw with both hands before slowly pulling you in, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you felt your heart burst, your body finally feeling relieved. it was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and you were floating.

after all of these years, you finally understood why your heart would race whenever you saw him, and why you couldn't help but look at him in adoration as he laughed infectiously. you had wanted him, and you finally had him.

omg he's so dilfy 🤭

i think i'm gonna start writing again and redo my theme (so refresh ig) so send in your asks

very aware abt all this. just think the ships are weird and i dislike them 🤷🏻‍♀️

i'm sorry but people who ship the gang are so weird. their bond in the book was literally stated as platonic and brotherly love. there was zero romance shown between any of them. it kinda just pushes the idea that guys can't have platonic love for one another without being pushed into a ship (ex: johnny being the only thing dally loved.) and same with pony and johnny, like the age gap is weird and the fact people are taking johnny complimenting pony as a romance thing just pushes that stereotype further.

#gangshippinghater

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side note: why do I feel like I always see him wear the same outfit 😭