Btw I Just Wanna Let You Guys Know That I Won't Be Writing Anything X Reader For Two-bit, Steve, Darry,

࿔ * ･ romeo's daddy

— older!dallas x reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: language

the billiard balls clanked against one another on top of the velvet red pool table, half empty beers and ash trays sitting the ledges. you stood behind the bar, observing the game whilst absent mindedly serving customers.

the bar was somewhat quiet as it was a weeknight— old men coming down after a long day of work for a drink, shooting it back without flinching before putting back on the old cowboy hat and walking out.

you could hear the dialogue shared between opponents, insults and dirty comments being tossed at one another.

you heard another customer enter, not bothering to look up as you polished a few glasses. they didn't even glance at the bar before heading straight to the pool room, greeting their friends with pats on the back and clasped hands.

a few minutes later, you heard yelps coming from the other room. you looked over to see one of the players cheering triumphantly, the other rolling their eyes and shaking them off as they slipped their hand into their back pocket, pulling out their wallet and dishing out a few bills. you smiled slightly at this interaction, finding it kind of endearing to watch people have a friendly game of pool.

the winner, a huge shit eating grin on his face, yells "who wants to challenge me?" everyone chuckles at his cocky attitude until one man steps out from behind the wall that was covering one of the corners of the room, his aura dark and heavy.

"I will" he says, his voice gruff and deep, sending shivers down your spine. the other man's cocky attitude suddenly disappears, his ego clearly damaged from the other man's confidence. "so, what do ya' say?" the man begins, grabbing a pull stick and turning around, giving you a good look at his face.

jesus christ. he was gorgeous. you had never seen a man that beautiful, let alone a man that was on the older side. he looked to be about mid to late 40's, his bushy eyebrows scrunched together above his dark brown eyes, his plump lips in the shape of a smirk, and his brown hair was shaggy, but not too long.

"sure, Dallas." the man replied unenthusiastically, clearly having a distaste for the man. Dallas? you thought to yourself, that name sounds familiar?

you stared intently, now fully distracted by the game, or at least, one of the players. as he bent down to shoot a ball, he would slide the pole between his fingers as he lined it up, his rings slightly rubbing against the wood. you couldn't help but gawk at him and his beauty, even when other players were taking their turns, you would only stare at him. you studied his mannerisms and the way he played; when his opponents ball went in he would scratch his beard, he would bite his lip whenever he was thinking about what his next move would be, it was all calculated.

after a few more minutes of observing, you looked up at the clock to see that it was time to close the bar for the night. "shit" you mumbled under your breath. you looked around to see that, thankfully, the only people left in the bar were those playing and observing the pool game.

"hey!" you said as you walked into the pool area, grabbing everyone's attention. "the bars closed so, wrap up the game quick yeah?"

Dallas looked at you intently, his eyes hungry as he took in every part of you and your skimpy little outfit; a black lace crop top with shorts that left little to the imagination, big hoop earrings and a bold, dark red lip.

the others guys acknowledged your warning as you walked back to your station, wiping down the sticky wooden counter.

after fully cleaning up, you walk back in to see the final moments of the game, only 1 ball left each. the man slowly lined himself up, taking a shot only to miss horribly. everyone chuckled, including Dallas, the man scoffing before stepping back. the room goes quiet once again, your eyes fixated on Dallas's hands, the way his veins would become more pronounced when he would flex his fingers out, his finger pads close to the end of the skewer.

he lines up the shot, perfectly hitting his final ball into the corner pocket. him and his buddies begin to holler, celebrating his victory as the loser brings out his stack of cash that he had won only an hour or two before.

"alright boys, hit the road"

"yes ma'am" they all said, every one of them except for Dallas, who was now eye fucking you from across the room as he slid on his jacket. you attempted to ignore him, spinning on your heels and walking back to the bar.

you pretend to finish cleaning up, waiting for Dallas to leave. "hey.." he says, his voice scratchy. "how about a quick drink? you got bourbon?"

"sorry sir, we're closed for the night" you smiled, hands leaning on the counter, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage to which he showed no shame in staring at.

"come on, doll. one for the winner, yeah?" he says sweetly, his voice less intimidating than before. you both made eye contact for a few moments, the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. you bit your lip as to not let a smirk appear, your fingernails tapping upon the wooden counter.

"fine" you sighed deeply, getting out a freshly cleaned class. "just this once though"

"yeah..." he said as he watched you pour the brown liquid, "just once" he mumbled, sounding as if he wasn't talking about the drink.

"so.. i've never seen you here before? you new in town?"

"not really. I live in Tulsa so i'm close by" he explained before taking a swig of his liquor. you nodded, cleaning your workspace with a damp rag for the 100th time as to not be awkward and stand there as the man drank.

"you were good out there." you complimented him, studying his face, now getting a closer look at his features.

"nah, that guy was a skeez. he sucked ass." he leans forward more, your faces almost touching as you leaned against the counter, you head in your hands, your cheeks flushed.

"yeah, maybe. I see him lose a lot so I think you're right."

"you work here often?"

"every night" you smiled, finally putting down the rag to engage in whatever he was going to say next.

"good." he said blankly before tossing the drink back and slamming the glass down. you raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching as he began walking toward the door.

"why is that good?"

"i'll be back tomorrow." he told you before walking out the door, leaving you alone and flushed in the empty bar.

੭* ‧ ₊° older!dallas x reader

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

JOHNNY SMUT??? please.?? (Rough)

·. ˚ ༘ everybody here wants you

— ex!johnny cade x ex!reader

song 𝄞 everybody here wants you by jeff buckley

warnings: pnv, f!receiving, rough sex, harassment, alcohol, squirting

johnny laid on the curtis couch, his legs laid out and his arms behind his head. he hadn't gone out in weeks, not since the both of you split.

it didn't end on good terms, if anything, it was extremely messy. you had told him you wanted to talk after school and he could tell by your voice that it was serious. he thought that maybe he had gotten you pregnant or you were moving, something big— he didn't think that it would be so big to the point where he would be crying himself to sleep for weeks.

"I'm not good for you." you stated, attempting to hold back tears. your insecurities had gotten the best of you, no matter how hard you tried to fight them.

Johnny was surprised because.. well, you two were good. better than good, you two were amazing? at least, that's how it seemed. there were no signs that you were going to break up with him. you weren't pulling away and your behaviour toward him hadn't changed. the only thing that changed was the way you viewed yourself. you hated your body, the way you smiled, how many mental issues you had and the baggage that came along with it. Johnny has enough on his hands, he doesn't need me to add to that you always thought to yourself. but you were wrong, dead wrong. he did need you, more than anything, you just couldn't see it. you couldn't see what he saw in you.

"what are you talking about?" he responded, his heart breaking as he watched you explain how you were a burden to him and that he didn't need you. "I do need you. I need you more than anything. you are everything to me. you help me-"

"no, I don't. i'm only dragging you down ,Johnny."

the sound of you using his full name practically confirmed what was happening. you never called him Johnny, not even in serious situations. you only ever used Jay, JJ, or any pet names that you both used for each other.

after more bickering and Johnny trying to get you to stay, you left. you left him in the lot alone, the cold winds howling as the fire at his feet burnt out and the darkness consumed his surroundings.

now, he found himself moping around the curtis home for the 6th time that week. "man, you gotta get up." groaned Pony, clearly frustrated that his best friend wasn't doing anything except sulking. every time he asked to hang out, Johnny just mumbled "not right now" before turning over or going to the bathroom. "I get you loved her and all, but she ain't the only girl in the world."

"he's right." said Steve from the dining room table as he placed a card onto the deck in front of Soda.

Johnny didn't listen, he didn't want to. he simply rolled over, as he usually did, and closed his eyes in hopes he could sleep and forget about everything.

after a quick nap, he woke up 2 hours later to the sound of the gang hollering, making him groan and stuff his face into a pillow. "we are gonna pick up so many chicks tonight!" he heard Two-Bit cackle, patting Johnny's thigh as he picked his legs up off of the couch before placing them back down in his lap.

"where are y'all going?" Johnny asked, finally sitting up, his hair messy and ungreased.

"Bucks. there's a huge party there tonight since Buck is celebrating something, I dunno" Dally informed him, mumbling the last part. Johnny hummed in response, leaning back as he watched whatever show was on the TV. Dally stared at him for a bit before a lightbulb basically appeared over his head. "come with us."

"what?"

"you heard me. you've been moping non-stop for weeks. it's time you get out and find a new chick to fawn over. forget about her."

"I can't just do that Dal, yknow that." Johnny mumbled, playing with his nails. Johnny never listened to Dally about relationship advice, not unless it was about sex. Dally knew everything about pleasing a woman right, yet he knew nothing about making a woman happy outside of the bedroom. his longest relationship lasted 6 months, and that was on and off.

"Dal is right" Soda said, sitting on the arm of the couch that was next to Johnny. "maybe going to this party will help you forget about her, just for tonight. you can have a few drinks, maybe play some pool.."

the idea sounded somewhat intriguing to Johnny. he had been trying everything to avoid thinking about you, and the only thing that ever works is sleep— the only bad part about that method is that you can't sleep forever, no matter how much Johnny wanted to. "fine" he groaned, getting up for the first time in hours. "can I borrow some grease Pone?" Johnny asked, Ponyboy nodding with a smile as he was relieved that his friend was finally up and no longer melting into the couch.

Johnny walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him to get ready for the party.

as soon as the gang entered Bucks, it reeked of alcohol, sweat, and tobacco. It made Johnny's stomach churn, his nose burning at the stench. because Johnny hadn't been to a party in a while, he was no longer used to the toxicity of a party atmosphere. now, he had to readjust whilst trying not to hurl.

the boys immediately went over to the bar, ordering a round of beers for everyone. Dally handed Johnny the beer before giving him a pat on the back and shouting over the music, "drink up man!"

Johnny obeyed, almost chugging the first beer in a few minutes before ordering a second, surprising everyone. Johnny wasn't much of a drinker. sure, he got drunk and would sometimes have a beer to cool down, but he never did it excessively. he wasn't one to rush to the bar when the opportunity arose, not like Two-Bit or Dally.

as he took a sip of his second beer, tuning into the gang's conversation, Soda suddenly stopped mid story, making everyone confused. Soda's face was no longer bright, but was instead concerned, as if he had just witnessed a car crash or something.

he stared at a specific area of the room, making everyone stare, Johnny included. when he turned around, he felt his heart sink. there you were, leaning against the wall as you talked with your friends.

you looked so beautiful. you were wearing the short black dress that he loved so much paired with fancy lace stockings. you looked as though you had just walked out of Vogue, practically taunting him with your beauty.

Johnny quickly chugged down his second beer before ordering a 3rd. "Johnny, slow down man." Soda said worried, patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm fine" Johnny said sternly, shrugging him off.

halfway through his 3rd beer, he began to feel its effects wearing on him. he wasn't entirely drunk, but he definitely wasn't sober either. his thoughts were getting a bit fuzzy and the music somehow got louder, despite the volume of the jukebox in the corner staying the same.

as he continued to listen to Two-Bit talk about one of his bizarre adventures he had gone on earlier that day, a sudden commotion began on the other side of the room. everyone turned to see what was happening, Johnny included.

he felt his heart stop as he saw some guy trying to get a hold on you, gripping your arm tightly as you yelled at him to let go. before Johnny could think, he began rushing toward you in anger, the ground practically shaking. he grabbed the guy by the shirt, swinging him around and down onto the floor, causing the wind to be knocked out of him. Johnny was stunned, stunned that he even managed to get the guy down, stunned that he even found the courage to do it.

sure, he fought in rumbles and knew how to fight, and he would always defend you against guys when they were trying to make a move on you, but those situations never got violent. this time, it was different. the mixture of booze and heartbreak gave him confidence, a confidence he never had before.

as the guy began to stand up, fury boiling within him and his fists clenched, Johnny, without a second thought, grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to safety. you didn't argue, continuing to trail behind him as you both entered an empty bedroom.

as soon as the door was closed and locked, the both of you began to catch your breath. the room was silent except for heavy breathing and muffled music from downstairs. "you okay?" Johnny asked, walking toward you.

"yeah.." you said softly after a few moments of silence. the air was thick, tension high. the both of you stared at one another longingly. you stared into his eyes as he stared into yours, your pupils filled with things you were desperate to express but were too scared to say. "thank you." you finally said to him, sitting on the bed.

"no need to thank me. that guy was being a creep."

"yeah" you chuckled as you looked down at your shoes, the room silent once again. Johnny walked over, sitting next to you yet still keeping a good distance as to not make you uncomfortable. he wanted so desperately to reach out and hold you, to feel your skin against his after so long. "i'm sorry."

"what for?"

"you know what for, Johnny." you looked up at him sadly, your eyes resembling those of a lost puppy. you could feel tears brim your waterline, threatening to fall as you thought about what had happened between you two. you blinked them away the best you could, turning away as a few fell. you quickly wiped them, sniffling before laughing to yourself.

Johnny made his way closer to you, scooting on the mattress ever so slightly. "you don't gotta be." he began, "I know what it's like to feel.. lost. like you don't deserve nothin' good. like you're nothing"

you looked back at him sympathetically, him giving you a small smile that you missed so dearly. then, you burst into tears. you couldn't help it. your emotions, mixed with booze, mixed with everything that had just happened, it was all too much.

without hesitation, Johnny pulled you into him, holding you tightly as if you would slip away forever if he were to let go. he laid soft kisses on top of your head as you sobbed into his chest. "I'm so sorry." you cried, clinging onto his shirt, tears staining the fabric.

"shh, you don't gotta be sorry baby." he whispered, the pet name along with his voice making your heart soar.

you pulled away from his chest, looking at him, your faces merely centimetres apart. before either of you could say anything, your lips met in a passionate kiss. you held his face in your hands, his hands in your hair before slowly sliding down onto your waist. he helped lift you into his lap, your legs now straddling him. he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance to which you happily allowed.

as your tongues melded together and your lips pressed against one another, you could feel warmth begin to pool between your legs. Johnny felt his dick get hard as you ever so slightly grinded against him.

"do you want to-"

"yes." you said breathlessly without a second thought. Johnny's hands immediately flew to the bottom of your dress, slowly lifting it up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor.

you two continued making out until you were both left in only your underwear. he laid you down against the mattress before leaving harsh kisses down your body, making his way toward where you needed him most.

he looked up at you for permission, hooking his finger into the waistband of your panties. you nodded, leaning on your elbows as you watched him discard your underwear, spreading your legs and placing his face between them. he peppered soft kisses on the skin of your inner thighs, making you whine.

without warning, Johnny began eating you out like a man starved. his tongue massaged every spot perfectly, his mouth now covered in your slick. you were a moaning mess, your breath and legs both shakey as he continued to lap at your pussy. "f-fuck" you whimpered, trying everything in your power to not clamp your legs together. you began to play with his hair as he continued to please you, lightly tugging at his roots whenever he hit your sweet spot.

as you felt yourself get closer to the edge, you spread your legs wider for him, something he knew you always did when you were close. he began to suck harshly at your clit, the sound of slurping along with your moans filling the room. "fuck, you taste so good" he groaned into your pussy, giving off vibrations that made you want to scream. "I missed this."

"I'm gonna.. cum" you panted, moaning and whimpering as he continued his harsh assault on your clit.

"cum for me, let your pretty pussy cum all over my face." and you did, you came with a loud moan followed by a soft whimper as you came down from your high. Johnny left a few more kisses on your pussy lips before coming back up, his lips glistening and chin wet.

you both smiled at each other before Johnny began to suck harshly at your neck, leaving marks that were sure to be very obvious tomorrow.

"I wanna fuck the shit out of you." he whispered into your ear, his boldness making you more and more needy.

"please.." you groaned, running your fingers through his thick strands.

Johnny began to pulling down his boxers before throwing them onto the pile of clothes below, his dick now free, his pink tip covered in pre-cum. he pumped himself a few times as you spread your legs again.

he stared into your eyes as he slowly slid into you, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your warm walls enveloping him. "fuck" he moaned, waiting a few moments for you to adjust.

"move.. please" you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling you closer (if that was even possible). Johnny wasted no time in beginning to thrust into you, his pace somewhat fast but not too harsh. "more.. please. fuck me harder"

"yes ma'am" he smirked as he began to practically pound into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. "oh fuck!" Johnny groaned loudly, making your pussy flutter around him, his noises making you want to cum right then and there. "fuck. you feel so good baby. you're such a good girl. god, I missed you so much."

"I missed you baby" you whimpered before pulling him into a passionate kiss. you slipped your tongue into his mouth, holding his jaw as one of his hands held onto your waist, the other beside your head for support. as he continued to fuck you, you felt that you wanted more of him, that you needed more of him. "I want more." you whispered against his lips. as if he could read your mind, Johnny pulls out of you, flipping you onto your stomach with your ass in the air.

he rubs his slick between your folds a few times, making you whimper before slipping back inside of you. he continues his rough and fast pace, making you moan his name over and over. "you're so fucking beautiful" he says breathless, his hands massaging your ass before giving it a firm smack, making you squeal. "god I fucking- fuckin' love you."

"I love you too, Jay." you moaned out, your nickname for him making his heart pound as it brought back all of the memories you two shared together.

without thinking, Johnny began to pound into you as fast as he could, making you practically scream. "fuck! oh fuck!" you yelled, holding onto the headboard for dear life as you felt yourself about to finish. "i'm cumming!" you shouted, a warm feeling of pleasure bubbling in your stomach. suddenly, clear liquid shot out of you, soaking Johnny and the sheets below.

despite catching Johnny by surprise, the sight of it turned Johnny on, making him cum thick ribbons onto your stomach, the feeling of your warm liquid soaking his dick pushing him off the edge.

as you both came down from your highs, you collapsed, laying on your back, Johnny still on his knees. "well.. that's new." he chuckled. you laughed in response, nodding. "did you know that you could?.."

"no.. that's a first" you joked, Johnny nodding with a smile as he reached over the nightstand, grabbing a few tissues. he immediately began to clean you up, softly opening your legs and gently rubbing any residue off of your pussy before wiping his cum off of your stomach. he cleaned himself up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash nearby.

he laid next to you, pulling your body into his. as you laid there together, both of your legs intertwined, you couldn't stop thinking about how much you missed one another.

"I missed you." you finally spoke, nervous about what Johnny would say.

"I missed you too" he mumbled into your hair before laying a soft kiss a top of your head, stroking the strands lightly.

"I wanna be with you, if you'll have me" you told him nervously. there was silence for a moment before he lifted your chin up with his finger, laying a soft kiss onto your lips.

"course I will"

Can you do an older! Experienced!Dallas Winston x fem!reader smut??? I js feel like it would be so fire to write thattt

༉ ‧₊ ˚ angel

— older!dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 angel by massive attack

warnings: pnv, fingering, nsfw, age gap (20-30 years)

"listen baby, I ain't gonna make you do anything you don't want to" is what Dallas told you as you laid practically naked on his bed, the only thing covering you being your undergarments.

he was hovering above you, the tent in his boxers making your heat ache and your patience wear thin.

"no, I want to" you replied, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, holding the back of his neck.

its not that you were a virgin, that's not why you had put sex off for so long— it's that he was experienced, very experienced. he knew every single thing about a woman's body, and that made you nervous. nervous because you barely knew anything about a man's. every time you had had sex with previous boyfriends, it was a quick one and done. they didn't care for your pleasure, only the time that you were too willing to give them. there was no exchange of respect as they would only use you for your body. the only times that you had ever gotten off was alone, and even that was difficult as you still didn't understand what you were doing.

they were never true gentlemen, they left you in crowds alone and didn't offer to get you a drink, only fending for themselves. they didn't even hold open the door for you, a thing strangers did more than them. to say you were disappointed was an understatement, because the relationships never started off that way. you were gullible and venerable, everything a man wants.

by the time you had broken up with your 2nd boyfriend at the age of 22, you were ready to give up. that was until you met Dallas.

Dallas was rough, yet kind. he was angry and intimidating, but still gentle with you. you were the only one that could do no wrong, and when you did do something wrong, he wouldn't burst into a fit of rage like he would with other people. no, instead he would scold you sharply before softly pleading to not do it again. and you would nod, looking up at him as he stroked your hair before laying a passionate kiss on his lips.

despite him being a lot older than you, you both found ways to make your relationship work. at first, your friends were weirded out by the idea of you dating an older guy, but after seeing him and warming up to him, they understood you.

and after 2 months of making out and feeling one another up, pushing his hands away when he got too close to an area you didn't want him in, Dally finally asked the question that you had been dreading. "why won't you have sex with me?"

you bit your lip, turning your head away in embarrassment. you had never felt so small, so insecure.

again, you weren't a virgin. but you weren't experienced either. the idea of having to tell Dally that no guy has ever gotten you off made you want to crawl into a hole. he was doing so well, he was practically the perfect boyfriend, and that scared you. you didn't want to be disappointed when you finally found out that it was all an act, and that in reality he was like all of the other guys you had been with: selfish, cruel, and bad in bed.

"if I tell you.. promise you won't laugh" you looked up at him as you sat on the edge of his mattress, Dally standing in front of you with his hands on his hips, nodding. "well, I just- no guy has ever made me.. cum before" you reluctantly told him, mumbling the last part so he could barely hear you.

"you mean you're a virgin?"

"no-no.. i've had sex. it's just that I don't really know what i'm doing and.. all of my past relationships were.." you hesitated looking down at your lap, "dissatisfying." you didn't hear a response, making you nervous and begin to pick at your nails.

you then saw him step forward a bit, him now standing directly in front of you. he lifted your chin up with his hands, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip. "no one's ever made you feel good before, huh?" you shook your head no. "mm" he hummed, slipping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.

"don't worry baby, I know what i'm doing" he smirked at you, making you weak in the knees. his caring look and sultry voice was all it took for you to end up in this position.

your head was now laying against the soft pillow, your fingers nervously fiddling with your necklace as you looked up at him.

"i'm gonna touch you now, okay?" he told you softly, to which you nodded.

you lifted your legs and raised your hips, making it easier for him to slowly slide your cotton panties down to your ankles and off of your body, tossing them to the side. he kissed the skin of your stomach softly, his tongue warm gliding against you delicately, making you whimper.

his hand slowly slid up your inner thigh to where you needed him most. he ran his fingers through you wet folds, watching in satisfaction as your slick covered fingers. you whimpered at the sensation, softly playing with his hair.

he rubbed soft circles on your clit, making you moan. it hadn't even been 5 minutes and he already had managed to make you feel better than any man ever had. "shit" you whispered, arching your back as you fondled with your breasts over your white bra.

as your back was arched, Dally swiftly unclipped your bra, allowing you to slide if off of your shoulders, revealing your breasts.

Dally didn't wait a second to latch his mouth onto your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud. you gasped, tugging at the roots of his hair, making him groan into your skin which sent goosebumps throughout your whole body.

he then slipped his fingers inside of you, immediately begin to pump in and out at a steady pace. you moaned his name, spreading your legs wider for him, making him smirk against your skin.

the cold rings on his fingers hit your clit repeatedly, sending shivers down your spine.

"feels good, don't it?" he asked with a cocky smirk, to which you could only respond in mumbles and whimpers, the pleasure overtaking your body. "yeah.." he whispered as he watched his fingers go in and out of you in satisfaction before passionately kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"faster" you whimpered into his mouth. Dally sped up his fingers, pumping them into you at an almost rapid pace, making you moan louder as you held onto his wrist for dear life. "i'm- gonna.."

"I know baby. be a good girl and cum for me yeah?"

your eyes rolled back into your head as an orgasm crashed over you. the sensation was different from your usual orgasms, better. they were more pleasurable and stronger when they were given to you by someone else's fingers.

your liquids soaked Dally's fingers, your breathing heavy as you slowly collected yourself. Dally softly peppered kisses against your neck, giving you time to slowly come back.

"was that good baby?" he asked, stroking the hair out of your face. you nodded in response with a smile, still in a pleasure filled daze.

"you think you can do it again?" he asked as he began to take off his boxers, his dick springing out, making your mouth salivate. you nodded eagerly, making him chuckle. "that's my girl"

he slowly rubbed his tip up and down your folds, collecting your cum from your previous orgasm. you held onto his shoulders as he guided himself in. you whimpered at the feeling of him stretching out as it was somewhat painful, yet it also felt good. he waited a moment for you to adjust before he began to slowly move again, moving one of his hands to your hip, the other beside your head.

"faster" you whispered into his ear. he began sucking harshly on your neck as he sped up, his fingers now finding their way to your clit, rubbing soft circles that made you clench around him. "f-fuck" you sobbed, tears pricking your eyes.

despite having never seen your body before, having never touched your most sensitive areas, he knew exactly what to do. it was as if he had explored you hundreds of times before. he knew what you needed before you did, and he knew about areas that made you tick that you weren't even aware of. "mmmmm" you whined as his thrusts got more aggressive, him groaning praises into your ear.

you felt the same sensation before bubbling in your stomach. "i'm gonna cum" you moaned, gripping onto his biceps for support.

"me too baby, cum with me yeah?"

and after a few more thrusts and a few more moans and groans from the both of you, you came together, Dally pulling out and spilling his seed onto your stomach.

heavy panting filled the room as you laid under him, your eyes closed as you were too fucked out to open them. "did so well baby" he whispered as he kissed you all over your face. "so well.."

after a few more moments of shared affection, Dally exited the room and came back with a rag, slowly and carefully cleaning you up as you were still sensitive.

he crawled under the sheets with you, your face now against his chest as he played with your hair, occasionally kissing the top of your head. "so that's what I was missing out on huh?" you said, making Dally let out a deep chuckle.

"yeah, that's what you were missing"

@r0seb100d @avroravia @johnnycadesslut @seilahdiaries

why tf are people in the outsiders fandom shipping sylvia and dallas and making hc? 💀 like.. she cheated on him. why tf would they make a good couple? they are literally the worst matchup possible. y'all are delulu 😍

bob hughes x art-therapist!reader

@seilahdiaries @avroravia @johnnycadesslut @r0seb100d

༉ ‧₊ ˚ everybody here thinks they need you

— johnny cade x bartender!reader

warnings: nsfw, pnv, fingering

your hands were covered in alcohol, the stench of it burning your nose hairs as you continued to make drinks for waiting customers who were leaning on the sticky wooden surface of the bar.

it was the weekend, meaning Buck's bar was packed. your slot was from 10-12, the busiest time of the night, of course. it wasn't that you couldn't handle it, you had just had a rough week, and the last thing you wanted was a raging headache and clothes stained with alcohol.

"hey! sweets!" a man attempted to get your attention, one that looked too old to be in a bar that mainly held teens and young adults. occasionally an old man would pass through, looking for a drink on a stop of a long road trip— but you knew this man wasn't that kind of person, he actually wanted something from you, or more specifically, he wanted you. "hey, honey! i'm talkin' to you."

"sorry sir! i'm a bit busy. unless you wanna order a drink, Buck over there can help you out with whatever you need!" you told him, pointing to the owner of the bar who was standing by the pool table, watching the game unfold.

you had been working at a rapid pace for the past 2 hours, making drinks, stopping for a moment to hear someone's order before moving again. your head hurt, your feet felt heavy, and all you wanted was for your shift to end. you couldn't deal with some creepy old guy coming onto you, not here, and certainly not now. you looked around for your boyfriend, Johnny, but unfortunately, he was no where to be seen. he must be playing darts or pool with the gang you thought to yourself.

"hey!" the man yelled at you again, growing more angry every second you didn't pay attention to him, like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "why don't you get that sweet ass over here, and take a break." he shouts over the music, patting his thigh.

you cringed at his comment, the thought of doing what he said made you want to throw up. however, you kept your composure and continued to ignore him.

as you reached over the bar to hand the customer next to him their drink, he grabs your wrist harshly, causing you to wince. "look at me." he growls, making a your body tense up and fear swell up in your chest. you couldn't move, scared that if you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, it would only anger him further.

suddenly, the man was yanked away from you, the fat bastard thrown to the floor. you looked to see Johnny standing above him, his eyes seething and his gaze cold. you could see one of his hands lingering over his back pocket where his switchblade was kept, the other holding the guys collar. everyone was quiet, a few murmurs heard over the loud music exuding from the jukebox in the corner.

"you keep your hands off of my girl or i'll fuckin' kick your ass." Johnny scolded, the man looking up at him in surprise that such a small kid could be so intimidating. despite Johnny looking innocent, his hands were more dirty than majority of the other greasers in Tulsa, and he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirtier for his girl.

Johnny let go of the guys collar before walking over to the bar. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, you nodding at him with a smile.

"hey! your done for the night kid." Buck tells you, pulling out a wad of cash, licking his fingers and flipping through a few bills before slipping them to you. You thank him before lifting up the trap door that acted as a gate between the bar and the dance floor. Johnny walks over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the exit.

"let's go. i've had enough of this place" he groans, you nodding in agreement.

the cold air touching your hot skin sent chills down your spine. after being cooped up in a humid, hot bar that reeked of tobacco and alcohol, you were finally glad to be outside again. "let's go back to mine." you announced, beginning your journey down the street.

as you two walked hand in hand through the night, Johnny kept quiet. this wasn't unusual as he was a quiet person majority of the time, but when it was just the two of you, he talked your ear off and you his. Johnny's tense body language and closed off demeanour told you everything you needed to know.

it wasn't the first time that a guy had hit on you in Johnny's presence, and it certainly wouldn't be the last— he knew that. still, it made him angry to see a guy touch you like that, to see a guy think that you were anyone's but his. you were his girl, and just about everyone around town knew it, and he wanted to keep it that way.

as you walk through the front door, you're both instantly met with warmth that isn't overbearing, but also isn't not enough. Johnny helped you shrug off your jacket, placing it on the coat hanger by the door.

the both of you walk down the hallway to your room, turning on the lights before shutting the door behind you.

you let out a loud sigh as you begin taking off your shirt and jeans, Johnny doing the same until you were both stripped down to your undergarments. you reach behind yourself to attempt to unclip your bra, only to groan in pain due to your tired and overworked shoulders unable to reach behind far enough. "here baby" Johnny whispers from behind you, unclipping your bra and allowing it to fall from your shoulders and drop to the floor.

"thank you for defending me" you whisper, Johnny's arms now wrapped around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"you don't gotta thank me. he was harassing you, it was the least I could do."

you turn to face him, your beasts up against his chest as you pulled him in for a kiss. his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you in closer as your kisses grow more passionate. you both slowly walk over to your bed, slowly falling back as Johnny climbs on top of you, neither of you breaking away from one another.

Johnny squeezes one of your breasts softly, causing you to gasp slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth with ease. you whimper at the feeling, wetness now pooling in your panties.

your noises only motivate him more as his hand slowly descends to the hem of your underwear, his fingers fiddling with the lace lining.

"can I make you feel good baby?" he whispers into your ear as he begins to kiss your neck, sending chills down your spine. you response with a nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

his fingers wrap around the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs before discarding them onto the floor. he gently adjusts your legs by opening them further, giving him a better view of your glistening pussy. his mouth watered at the sight, having been thinking about it all night as he watched you from across the bar. he began to rub circles on your clit, making you moan. his head dips back down into your neck, his kisses now more desperate and aggressive.

you then feel his fingers slip inside of you, pumping at a slow and steady pace. "I love you so much" he whispered softly, staring into your eyes as he watched your face contort into an expression of pleasure. you couldn't respond before he sped up, his fingers now going in and out at rapid speed.

"oh- f-uck" you croak, unable to form words out of overwhelming pleasure, your hand gripping onto his bicep. "i'm gonna cum" you moan, feeling yourself begin to get closer to climax.

"cum for me, my beautiful girl." and you did, your liquids spilling over the tan skin of his fingers as your breathing slowed, your mind foggy. Johnny slipped his digits into his mouth, tasting your arousal with a hum. "tastes like heaven" he smirked before passionately kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

"can I fuck you baby?" he asks, kneeling before you with his hands by the hem of his boxers, his hard dick desperate for release.

"yes, please" you whined, pulling his boxers down for him, his dick springing free as he continued to take off his boxers before adding his last article of clothing to the pile on the floor.

he grabs your thigh, hiking it over his hip as he lines himself up with your entrance, staring into your eyes for permission one more time, to which you nod without hesitation out of desperation. he slowly slides himself in, inch by inch, your spilled liquids from earlier making it easier. you both moan into one another's mouth, continuing to kiss as he thrusts into you slowly.

the moment was intimate, your bodies practically becoming one. he held your hand in his, the other kneading your breast as he looked into your eyes.

"faster" you whimpered, and johnny obeyed. he began to thrust in and out at a speed that made you want to scream in pleasure, but you bit your lip as you already had enough noise complaints from your neighbours.

"you know.." he whispered breathlessly into your ear, "when I saw that guy trying to get with you, I wanted to fuckin' kill him. cause you're mine. i'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this, and i'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

his words made you clench around him, drawing the both of you closer to the edge. he moved the hand that was fondling your breasts down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. your moans got louder, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into you whilst rubbing your clit. you looked up to see Johnny scrunching his eyebrows while groaning, an expression he always made when he was close.

"shit.. i'm so close" he groans into your neck, peppering light kisses.

"me too" you whimpered, Johnny clasping his hand into yours once more as he stared into your eyes.

"cum with me baby" and you did, both finishing together. an overwhelming surge of pleasure travelled through your body, making you shake. Johnny pulled out, shooting thick ropes onto your stomach.

"shit.. sorry baby. shoulda asked where you wanted me" he smirked.

"it's okay baby, I don't mind." you tell him, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

"I love you so much." he said adoringly, his dark eyes shining, his pupils dilated. "wait here okay?" he got up and walked to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a wash cloth that was damp with warm water. "spread your legs for me baby"

he lightly cleaned you up, making sure to be gentle as you were still sensitive. he tossed the rag onto the nightstand, making a mental note to clean it later.

he laid down next to you, pulling you into his side, your head now on his chest. he lay a kiss on the top of your head, rubbing circles on your back as the both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

there is no way this actually happed cause what 💀

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