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Not saying I want to have a 50s date with my greaser boyfriend or girlfriend, but I want to have a 50s date with my greaser boyfriend or girlfriend.

wait omg i need to see this I’ve been thinking ab a concept like this

gang personality swap idea guys

so ponyboy gets jumped, like, slightly worse than johnny gets jumped. in the aftermath they all sort of switch spots??

Ponyboy acts like Johnny (jumpy and scared from being jumped)

Johnny acts like Dallas (gets all tuff and rough, swearing nothing will happen like that again)

Dallas acts like Darry (still tuff just more cold than anything. you really can't tell whats going on)

Darry acts like Sodapop (being a lot more soft and gentle and understanding with Ponyboy, because thats what he needs right now)

Sodapop acts like Steve (whose so so angry at the socs, their home, the world, because this happened to his baby brother and it would only get worse)

Steve acts like Two-Bit (who ends up making a joke here and there, and realizes he feels helpful doing do, and just not stopping)

Two-Bit acts like Ponyboy (getting all quiet and thoughtful, sober.)

idk guys maybe its the worms

Got trumped by physics (how do sauces work?). Still fun though. 

strawberry caaaake

trying to come up with a list of foodstuff that is shaped like a log/roll. Basically phallic shaped foodstuff. 

The making of hot dog bro

Kimbab guy with a huge kimbab. Decided to do more with the Rock'n'Rolls series

Rock'n'Rolls A bunch of gouache paintings solely created for the pun but then tacos aren't really a roll I guess, ha, whatever, just roll with it, okay? They are all named after 1950s/early 60s rock'n'roll songs.

I did the series back in January, just in time for the Supergraph art fair in February in Melbourne (thanks DHL!). 

A4 digital prints are still being sold on the Supergraph website HERE HERE and HERE, if you are interested. 

Side note, I was told by an Australian that swiss rolls aren't really a thing down under. Ooops, lost in translation? 

I painted a couple of rebels for gouache demos in Alex Fine and Greg Houston's illustration classes. These guys are kind of evil...kinda got a devilish lean to em...the rebels too! (badum chh) (sorry)

I'm always amazed that anything I have to share in demos with classes are things students will appreciate and be able to use, but it's always great. So long as I'm not going off on too many random rants about dumb things then I just hope I'm imparting some tips, and it's a pretty good time.

cigarette daydreams | d. winston hcs

hiii! i came up with this idea when re-watching the outsiders :) reader does look something like johnny in this, so you have brown eyes and dark hair like johnny.

 | - dallas winston x male!cade!reader  | - headcanons  | - smoking, and mentions of a few injuries but mostly fluff

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so, you’re johnny’s older brother

dally didn’t actually see much of you until johnny’s run in with the socs

you were like darry, mostly working your ass off, protecting your little brother or (barely) sleeping.

johnny talked about you A LOT though

dallas was kind of already in love with the way johnny talks about you

he talks about how much of an amazing brother you are, how you take care of him, protecting him from your parents, making sure he was okay and had enough stuff to get by.

after johnny’s encounter with the socs though, OH BOY

you were very protective over him, with you or someone you trust at all times.

this is when dally first saw you

smitten

dis boi

johnny wanted to go to the drive in with dal, you agreed if you could come and johnny was fine with that.

you sat in between dallas and johnny

accidentally, you bumped dallas’ knee, looking at him and apologising quietly before looking back at the movie.

at that moment, dallas knew he was going to make you his.

you got to know dallas really well, since your brother looked up to him so much, and you somehow found yourself falling for the reckless boy.

eventually, you and dally ended up hanging out without johnny or the rest of the gang.

you were a bit more daring compared with johnny, so you and dallas would mess about together and you busted him out of the cooler a couple of times.

it was kind of easy to tell dallas cared about you, just like he cared about johnny. he was more careful with you.

this is because dal is very scared of losing you, poor boy.

you’re one of the only things he’s every loved, and he’s honestly addicted to all the feelings you give him.

surpisingly, dallas would be pining for a long time.

your not like anyone else he’s seemed to like before.

and whatever he does it also impacts his relationship with johnny so-

dallas ended up talking to johnny about it

he was very supportive, saying he only wanted you to be happy and giving dally a bunch of pointers and things you like

then he’d go tell pony about dallas winston of all people having a crush on his brother

dallas confided in johnny about his feelings for you a few more times before he confessed

theconfessiontheconfessiontheconfession

dallas kicked a rock around absentmindedly as he walked. he knew where you’d be. johnny was asleep in the curtis house, and you weren’t with him, so that only left one place for dally to look. the lot. when he arrived, he kicked the rock into the path of a nearby car. “ hey, m/n? you around? if your asleep wake your ass up. “ dal called out as he leaned against a street light.

you grumbled, not appreciating dally disturbing your light slumber. you stood up groggily before scanning around a finding dallas’ figure.

“ ugh.. yeah dal what do you want? “ you asked, an irritated edge to your voice. slowly walking over to dallas, you shoved your hands in your pockets.

“ nothing, just wanted to check you’re okay. “ you eyed him suspiciously and he caved. “fine, fine, i wanted to see you, really, i wanted to talk. “ you sensed a hint of anxiousness in his voice, but just brushed it off. “ i mean, alright, whats up? “ your annoyance dissipated, being replaced by curiosity. dallas slid down the street light until he was sitting, back rested on the pole and a casual posture. you sat down next to him, trying to ignore how good he looked. “ well, have you every thought about-uh.. -dating? “ he started fiddling with his lighter and you stared at the way his hands moved.

“ hah, yeah ‘course, why though? you got girl trouble? surpising “ you choked out a laugh at the thought of dallas having issues with girls.

“ uh, well “ dallas cleared his throat “ not exactly GIRL trouble. just dating trouble. “ “m/n, have you ever thought about dating a boy? “ you were slightly shocked at dallas’ words for a moment. i mean you’d certainly thought of it. hell, you were thinking of it right now. you’d though about what dating dallas would feel like for as long as you could remember. but, you were always scared of the reprecussions. what would johnny think? how would the gang take it? how long would it last until dallas found someone better?

“ yeah, y-yeah i have. why? there a boy you like? “ you blocked your previous thoughts out of you mind dallas felt his confident surge a bit. he had a chance! feeling better about himself, he put his lighter away and turned to face you properly.

“yeah, there is, and i want to know if he likes me too. “ dal’s ny accent was more pronounced, and he had a flirty tone that you found- very attractive????? like oh my god?? wtf??? how did he have the right to be this hot?? “ well, have you talked to him about liking boys? um.. you could maybe drop some hints or something? “ you could feel your temperature, and your anxiety rising with every second. “ i don’t think i need too, i think you’re all the help i need. “ dallas purred, moving closer to you.

holy shit.

“ o-oh? how would i be able to do that? i’m not good at relationships.. “ you played awkwardly with your dark, fluffy hair.

“ just answer me one question m/n. “ “ do you like me? “

dallas’ face was mere inches away from yours, at this point you figured he already knew your answer, as you hadn’t made any effort to stop is flirting.

so instead, you closed that few inch gap.

your soft lips met dallas’ slightly chapped ones. he jolted for a moment before melting into you. your hand went up to his short, ruffled brown hair. his hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him. when you seperated you were both smiling. well, dallas more like smirking.

“ wow, i- that.. “ words failed you, so you simply kissed dallas again, quicker and softer this time. at that you earned a laugh from him. he moved you closer to his body and you curled into his chest.

“ yeah, i do like you dal. “

pony and johnny probably saw the whole thing.

your relationship with dallas is great though, despite the gang’s teasing.

you end up going to a lot more ‘hang-outs’ with johnny and dallas. which end in johnny finding an excuse to leave you two alone or you two just end up making out and johnny doesn’t want to deal with that shit.

since neither of you really have a ‘home’ you spend a lot of time at bucks, eventually you get johnny his own room and you share one with dallas.

dallas tries to help you out with work or anything, but lets face it, hes really just a distraction.

dal feels really bad about it though, wanting to help you finacially and so you have more chill time to spend with johnny and himself.

so dally asks soda if he can maybe start working at the DX

soda’s a bit confused but is ultimating like ‘sure if you don’t burn down the place.’

dallas wanted it to be a surprise for you though.

he got through his first week just fine, he ended up buying you and johnny groceries and stuff.

you nearly cried.

you hugged dallas and kissed him all over, all the while he was laughing and johnny was a very confused boi.

you two really just vibed together and helped eachother out.

patching up dallas after rumbles or fights.

if you pull dallas in for a kiss by his necklace he will find that VERY hot.

takes you to all kinds of dates.

one day you’ll be at the drive in, next day you’ll be drunk on the roof of the gas station.

he really loves you though.

drunkenly rants to johnny or buck about you.

dallas is more like an older brother to johnny now than he’s ever been.

he tried not to get into jail so much, but you still had to bust him out a few times.

he’ll fuck up anyone who messes with you or johnny though

caring, overprotective bf.

he really really loves you though. LIKE REALLY LOVES YOU.

he’s never cared about any of his other lovers like this before.

will fight god for you.

<3

sorry this one was kind of bad! im running out of ideas for good scenarios, any requests/ideas would be appreciated <33

head canons | j .cade & p. curtis

okok ik in my intro i said ill mosty write x reader BUT THESE 2 ARE SO FUCKIN CUTEGHVXGJK anyway i hope its okay <3

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i think johnny would be the one to fall inlove first.

his feelings for pony would grow throughout the years, but he was way too scared to say anything, poor bb :(

johnny would be one to fall for the small things.

the way pony smiles, his eyes light up when he’s passionate about something, admiring the sunsets and clouds, looking out for johnny and taking care of him would all push johnny to fall even more inlove with pony.

pony notices a lot of small details, but somehow doesnt notice johnny’s crush??

pony would fall inlove with johnny a little later

i think when pony was young he didnt really understand the concept of love 

he thought all of his feelings for johnny were normal because they were best friends

but no

when he got older he realised his feeling for johnny were romantic

pony was terrified

probably woke up soda at 2am when he realised and cried while telling him

soda is very supportive <3

he teases pony but its all for fun

these 2 would be pining forEVER

both of them are terrified of ruining their friendship, no matter how much the gang supports them

dally would be johnny’s wingman.

romance coach = dally

johnny confided in him for years before he confessed

their confession would be so fluffy tho <33

johnny sighed, making his way up to the curtis residence. his folks were fighting so he slipped out, not like they’d care anyway. he saw the living room lights still on, and the ones to pony’s bedroom. he climbed over the fence and walked up the to the porch, cautiously opening the door.

ponyboy was at the table, hunched over a book. johnny assumed it was either homework or something he borrowed. he could also see steve’s form passed out on the couch.

johnny stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a small click! causing pony to look up.

“ oh, hey johnny “ pony muttered tiredly, turning his body to face the brunette.

“ hey pony, your house full or you got room for another? “ johnny asked softly, swiping his bangs out of his pretty eyes.

“ uhh, couch is taken, if you can’t tell “ pony glanced over to steve with an exasperated sigh. “ darry and soda are already upstairs, so i think we do have a full house, sorry johnny. “ ponyboy looked away from johnny, guilt bubbling up from turning the boy away.

“ oh, well thats okay, ill just sleep in the lot like usual. “ johnny hummed, turning back to the door. “see ya tomorrow pony. “ he waved a hand and opened the door again, cold air hitting his face and making him flinch.

“ see ya johnny, im really sorry.. “ pony turned back to his homework, his focus broken. pony heard the click of the door again and laid his head against the table with a thud. dammit.

johnny sat down on the rough cement, lighting up a cigarette and watching the smoke fade into the night sky, the whisps looking like small clouds.

that thought reminded him of pony.

johnny smiled, now thinking of the younger boy, he never imagined things like this before pony started pointing out sunsets and clouds to him.

his peace was broken when he heard running footsteps getting closer, his body tensed and he crushed out his cigarette.

“ johnny? you still here? “ pony yelled as he came to a halt in the lot, panting and bending over.

“ pony? whats wrong? “ johnny’s figure appeared and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he caught his breath.

“ you can come stay. “ pony said between pants. “ c’mon, lets head back. “ he gripped johnny’s hand and dragged the brunette back, still not having caught his breath.

pony opened his front door, still holding johnny’s hand and tugged him inside. he fell into the nearest chair, severely out of breath. johnny stood infront of him, trying to clear the blush from his face after holding pony’s hand.

“ so.. “ johnny coughed nervously “ where can i sleep? “

“oh yeah, you comfy sleeping in my room? “ ponyboy looked up at him, more blush crept onto johnny’s cheeks and he pretended to cough to break the tension. “ sure thing pony, but i don’t want to disturb-”

“ quiet. you’re not disturbing me, i’m the one who suggested it. “ pony smiled kindly at johnny’s flustered form. “c’mon.” johnny followed pony to the room he usually shared with sodapop, who johnny expected to be in there aswell. “ where’s soda? “ johnny questioned upon not seeing the boy.

“ he agreed to sleep in his old room for the night so you could stay over. “ johnny felt instantly guilty, but grateful anyway. he’d thank soda in the morning. “ that’s nice, where should i sleep? “ it was pony’s turn to blush and cough. “well, uh, i was hoping you wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with me.. “ ponyboy trailed off at the end, though johnny still heard it. the blush that had left johnnys face only a few minutes ago came flooding back.

“ s-sure, yeah. yeah that’s fine. “ johnny smiled and motioned for pony to get into bed first. he complied and crawled under the covers, nodding for johnny to join him.

johnny awkwardly climbed into the other side of the bed, afraid he would make pony uncomfortable somehow. once he was comfortable, pony turned over and smiled at him. “ night johnnycake. “

“ night pony. “

johnny didn’t know what time it was, but he did know that there was a thunder storm outside.

‘ man im glad im not in the lot tonight ‘ he thought to himself, huddling under the covers further to block out the noise. Though, even after he stopped moving he could hear movement. figuring it was pony he didn’t think anything of it.

until a pair of arms wrapped around his torso and a face was buried in the back of his neck.

johnny internally panicked for a moment.

“ pony?! “ johnny whisper-yelled.

he only got a whimper in response and to be hugged tighter to the boy behind him when the thunder came again.

‘ wait, is pony scared of thunder? ‘ johnny thought, a small smile creeping onto his face. ‘ man that’s cute. ‘

“ pony, can you loosen your grip for a second, i need to turn around. “ johnny said in a soothing voice. after a few seconds the arms loosened and johnny was able to turn, now facing ponyboy.

johnny ran his hand through pony’s hair in a comforting gesture. johnny was unable to see the smile on pony’s face, as it was hidden in johnny’s chest. he put one hand around pony’s body, the other continuing to stroke the scared boy’s hair. after a while, pony seperated from johnny chest to look up at him.

“ thanks johnny, i know its pretty damn stupid that im scared of the thunder, but i just can’t help it. “ pony sighed, slightly ashamed of himself. wow this was embarrassing.

“ hey, calm down about it, we all have our own fears after all. “ johnny replied, hesitantly resting his hand on the side of pony’s face.

pony smiled at the touch and looked back up at johnny, his face illuminated by the moon. he brushed a strand of hair out of johnny’s eyes, causing johnny to blush and look away. luckily pony couldn’t see it in the darkness.

“ will you be alright to sleep? we can stay like this if you want.. “ johnny asked him softly after a few tender moments.

pony hummed and nodded “ yeah, as long as we stay like this. “ johnny could hear the smile in his voice when he said that, laughing quietly.

“ alright, i- uh.. “ johnny looked into pony’s expectant eyes and gulped. fuck why did he do this. “i’m not sure if this’ll make you feel better or mess up your whole night, but- “ johnny pressed a gentle kiss to pony’s forehead and sighed.

“ i like you pony. and i’d do anything for you. “ johnny said meekly.

it was quiet for a few seconds, his anxiety rapidly rising in the silence.

“ i don’t like you johnny. “ johnny flinched at that statement, tears pricking his eyes.

“ i love you. “ pony said as the first tear fell, all johnny could do was stare at him in shock.

pony rolled his eyes playfully at johnny’s expression and pressed a feathery kiss to the brunette’s lips.

“ i- you- what-? “ was all johnny could say. ponyboy laughed, then covered his mouth to muffle the sound. “ you heard me, i love you “ pony hummed as he settled back into johnny’s chest. “ and now you’re stuck with me. “

a smile took over the boy’s face, and he wrapped his arms around pony. “ i wouldn’t have it any other way love. “

after they started dating, johnny spent a lot more time at the curtis household.

sodapop was the first person to know. pony was so ecstatic that it slipped out. it ended with pony being suffocated by a bear hug from soda.

johnny was a bit more nervous to tell dally, but eventually did. dallas slapped him on the back and congratulated him. and then proceeded to tease the shit out of him.

johnny would basically be over whenever he could be. they tried to be more careful around darry, and would pretend like johnny was helping with homework or just staying for the night. but with sodapop, they’d be cuddling and giggling constantly. soda loves it though.

cuddling was a must. they’d cuddle whenever johnny stayed the night. when watching a movie. when just relaxing. ghjfshdbc <333

their relationship is so fluffy

a bunch of compliments and shy ‘hellos’ when they pass eachother.

NOSE KISSES !!

omg just little passing kisses when no one was looking- aaaa

they make pillow forts and watch horror movies together when soda & darry aren’t home. they both get scared but it’s just an excuse to cuddle.

when they tell the whole gang, it’s like ‘ yeah we knew ‘. ‘ oh ‘.

drive. in. dates.

they leave love notes in books for eachother 

johnny barely spends any time at home (pony doesnt let him lol)

overall their relationship is just very fluffy and sweet and wholesome <33

this was so fun to write! i honestly love these 2 ngl. anyway, have a good day <333

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⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆୨୧ playground love

— bob hughes x art-therapist!reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 playground love by air + gordon tracks

warnings: language

"this is so fuckin' stupid" Bob muttered to himself repeatedly as he walked down the soft white halls of the rehab clinic, slapping a piece of folded paper in his hand over and over.

inside the piece of paper contained a manuscript of his information as well as his sponsor and their personal request to send him to the recovery session that he was headed to now. what was the recovery session? art therapy.

when he first heard the words, he had no idea what it mean. he had heard of therapy before but always thought that it was a load of bullshit, though he only ever though of it that way when he was strung up as he believed that drugs were the solution to every mental health problem he's ever had— it's why he turned to them in the first place.

but the idea of doing art as a form of therapy sounded even faker. art can't solve your problems, only distract you from them he thought to himself.

but, he had made that promise to god that he would get clean if he was able to get that poor girls body into the ground without getting caught. and he had stuck to that promise.. so far.

he looked into the clear window of the door that led to the art room. he looked around and saw people sitting in front of easels and canvases, paint sitting beside them on little tables as they cleaned their brushes in water and sketched their ideas with charcoal pencils.

from the looks of it, there were only patients in the room and no teacher. with furrowed brows, he knocked on the door.

everyone looked up at him, a person in the front row looking to their side as if someone was talking to them before nodding their head and walking over to unlock the door.

"hey is there a Mrs.-" bob began, but was cut off when he saw a beautiful girl standing in the middle of the room. you looked up at him with a welcoming smile, one that made him feel warm. he looked at you up and down, studying your flowy boho skirt that stopped just above the floor, your cropped white front tie top stained and covered in paint.

you had turned around at the sound of his deep, soothing voice, and immediately, your heart stopped. he was the most attractive man that you had ever seen, one that looked as if he had stepped straight off the red carpet and into the building. his brown hair fell in swoops, two loose strands framing his forehead. his brown eyes were dark, but had an underlying sweetness to them. he was wearing a white shirt with a beige checkered flannel that was rolled up to his elbows, revealing his watch that looked expensive and was most likely stolen, if not bought through dirty money.

you had read his file, as you did with all of your new patients. he had been married— and technically still was— but was going through a divorce. no children or relatives on the contact sheet, and had an apartment a few blocks away from the rehab center. he had been hung on all sorts of drugs but mainly heroin, one of the worst kinds. your heart ached for him, though, it did after every file you read that belonged to a patient. you couldn't help it, you were too empathetic— it's why you got into the job in the first place. you wanted to help people, and help people you did.

"hello! you must be Bob?" you asked, wiping your messy hands on a rag as you walked over to him. "I would shake your hand but uh.." you showed your hands before giggling. your laugh sounded like honey, and the sunlight that poured through the windows and illuminated your skin made you look like it too.

"yeah.. that's me" he smiled half-heartedly. you looked at him up and down, taking him in as he had done with you.

"follow me and we will get you set up, yeah?" you gestured for him to follow you to the back of the room. as he walked behind you, he watched your hips and skirt sway in synchronicity. your skirt hanging low on your hips revealed your lower back tattoo that were of a bundle flowers, which made his brain go to unholy places.

you grabbed a cup of brushes and a palette already decorated with dollops of paint. you walk over to an empty canvas where you set down the materials and pulled up a stool for him.

"so, what do I do?" Bob asked, his hands in his pockets. you looked at him with a smile, seeing that he was clearly embarrassed to be here and didn't buy a bit of the "art therapy" shit. "do I just paint?"

"mhm! paint whatever makes you feel calm.. happy!"

your happiness and cheerful personality made him feel at peace, as if everything was good in the world— it was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. he had never seen someone so happy to be in a place like this, and he had never seen a woman more beautiful.

Bob sat down on the stool, hesitantly grabbing a pencil on the shelf of the easel before sketching out what looked to be a spoon.

you could already tell what he was doing, so you stopped him by grabbing his hand softly. your hands were as soft as silk, and feeling your hand in his made his heart pound. "Bob.." you smiled, giving him a look. he didn't say anything, he merely stared at you. you began to blush as you two stared into one another's eyes, getting lost in them before you cleared your throat and let go of him. "listen hun, I know that stuff may make you feel good.. but what actually makes you truly happy."

he nodded his head with a smirk, erasing the pencil marks that he had previously made before beginning to draw something else. you couldn't make it out at first, but he began to draw a dog, one that was small and fluffy. you watched over his shoulder with a smile as he began to shade certain areas in an attempts to tidy it up, putting effort into the picture.

"who's that?" you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine.

"a dog that I had.." his thick New York accent making your knees weak, "his name was Panda. but uh.. he's gone"

"oh.. i'm sorry" you whispered, to which he replied with a quiet 'it's fine' before putting the pencil down.

though Bob was an ex-addict and mainly hustled his way through life, he was somehow a good artist. his drawing wasn't half bad for a beginner and there was potential.

suddenly, you heard your name being called by another patient. you quickly rushed over, leaving Bob to his thoughts and brushes. "I know what you're thinkin' man. you ain't the first one in here to wanna date her. believe me, we've tried. but she ain't allowed to date patients, let alone junkies" a patient next to Bob whispers with a mischievous smirk.

"just shut up and keep eatin' your paint, yeah?" he groans as he dips his brush into the black paint before laying a few strokes onto the canvas.

honestly, it hurt for him to hear that you didn't date patients. not because it was surprising, but because it was disappointing.

after Diane left, he had been feeling more alone than ever. he had decided to forget about her after she came to him and told him that she was Rick's lady, that she had moved on. Now, it was time for Bob to do the same. and he wanted to move on with you.

after you began to circle the room again, complimenting everybody's work and giving a few tips, you came back around to Bob.

"excuse me miss?" he asked. "could you help me? I can't really get the face right, y'know?"

"of course!" you smiled, carefully taking the brush from his hand. you leaned over a bit, carefully mapping out the dogs face and the shading. as you painted, you noticed that Bob was watching you, though he wasn't watching you paint. he couldn't help but admire your features as well as your talent. it all came so easily to you, and painting something that would take anyone else hours took you mere minutes.

"there! now when you-" and as you rambled, he listened intently and watched as your face lit up with passion. and as he watched your soft, pink lips move, he wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

after an hour of continuously calling you over for "help" and a few more brush strokes, the art therapy session was over. as everyone got up and began to leave, you thanked them all for coming and bid them a farewell.

you turned around and were surprised to see Bob still in the room, standing before you with his jacket hung over his arm.

"oh! Bob! is there something I can help you with?" you asked, walking closer to him.

"nah, I was just wondering.." he began, though, he stopped himself. he remembered what that guy had told him earlier, that you don't date patients. and even though he knew that the answer to his question would probably be no, he had to ask anyway. "would you uh.. wanna go out sometime?"

his question caught you off guard as he was technically still married and you hadn't expected his constant staring to be out of romantic interest, you just figured that he was curious.

"uh... listen Bob-"

"I know you don't date patients. but I was wonderin' if maybe you could.. make some sort of exception."

to be honest, you so desperately wanted to say yes. it wasn't often that you came across a man as attractive and sweet as him, and it just so happened that he had fallen right into your lap, making it a perfect opportunity. however, you knew that saying yes and dating a patient would probably get you fired, so you found a loophole.

"come with me" you told him before walking out of the room and down the hall, Bob following you with a confused look on his face. you walked out the back door into an empty alley way. "ask again" you said with a wide smile.

Bob looked as if you had asked him to solve a 10 step math problem, but nonetheless, he obeyed. "will you go out with me sometime?"

"yeah" you smiled, stepping closer, you bodies barely touching one another. he opened his mouth to ask a question that you already knew the answer to. "this alley way doesn't belong to the program. so technically, you aren't one of the patients at the moment. they tell us to keep our patient relationships inside.. but they never said anything about creating new relationships outside. so think of this as us meeting" you explained before extending your hand, "i'm y/n, you?"

he smiled back at you before taking your hand and shaking it. "I'm Bob," he said "Bob Hughes."

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someone pls dm me so we can talk abt matt dillon cause he's so fine im knawing at the bars of my enclosure

matt in this movie i'm gonna nut 😛

just found some new photos of matt and i wanna **** him while he *** me and ***** *** ****

haii could you write something about having to have a fake relationship with johnny cade but u end up catching feelings? nsfw maybe? thank youuuuu

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ i'm not in love

— johnny cade x reader

song 𝄞 i'm not in love by 10cc

warnings: language, pnv, nsfw

it was meant to be a simple favour, one that lasted a week at most. but of course, things never go the way you plan.

"you want me to what?" your best friend practically shrieked, his cheeks flushed.

"just for a week, maybe a few days? please Johnny." you begged, clasping your hands together. he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I mean.. I guess.." he said reluctantly, not because he didn't want to do it, but because it was going to be hard, and it was going to hurt.

earlier that week, you had seen your ex-boyfriend flaunting some other girl, and it made you jealous more than anything. the way he presented her like a trophy, as if he had won the prize for biggest douchebag and worst ex-boyfriend. you wanted to get him back, so you did the only thing that you thought of in that moment.

you asked your best friend, Johnny Cade, if he would pretend to date you. it'll be easy you thought to yourself.

you and Johnny were each others best friend. a day rarely went by where you hadn't seen each other for at least for a second. you told each other anything and everything, well... almost everything.

Johnny liked you, no, he loved you. at first, he figured he felt that way because you were one of the first people to show that they truly cared for him. he assumed that as time went on, the feeling would go away and would turn more platonic, but it never did.

every time you turned away from him, he'd stare. every time you'd laugh, he'd smile and fall asleep thinking about it later that night. he loved everything about you, even your flaws which he would always protest that you didn't have.

as the years went by, he always tried to send you small hints about his feelings, but you'd never catch on. either because they were too subtle or you wanted to ignore them, it didn't matter.

what mattered was that as soon as he saw you with another boy, his arm around your waist as you laughed together and stared at one another affectionately, he knew that he had lost. "man, don't worry about her. listen, I can hook you up with this girl I know. she's from-" Dally rambled after Johnny had told him what he'd saw.

of course, Dally didn't really pick up on Johnny's heartbreak as Dallas Winston himself was rarely heartbroken. when he went to Ponyboy about it, he was more empathetic. still, he didn't quite understand. nobody understood, because the only person who only ever truly understood him.. was you.

now, as he stood outside on the Curtis porch late at night, smoking a cigarette by your side, he couldn't help but feel his heart break even more at your request.

he shrugged it off as if it were nothing, but it wasn't just nothing. he knew that this whole idea would be a disaster, because he knew that every time you two would hug or "kiss", in your mind, it was fake. but oh how Johnny wished so desperately that it was real.

"so uh.." Johnny began, exhaling smoke through his nose, "what do we do? together- I mean."

"we do what couples do" you shrugged, but Johnny's face contorted into confusion. Johnny had never been in a relationship, ever. so the idea of doing "couple things" was foreign to him. "oh, right. well, we hug.. we touch.. maybe kiss?"

kiss? Johnny thought to himself, but it's just fake kisses, right? she ain't mean the real thing?

although the idea of kissing his crush wasn't unappealing, it was daunting. he was paranoid, paranoid that you would see through his nonchalant facade and see the real him. you'd see that he was really, truly in love with you.

later that week, you both went to a party where to you first showed off your new "relationship" and made yourselves public.

and when you saw your ex stare at the both of you with his new girl by his side, you pulled Johnny in for a passionate kiss without thinking. and instead of it being a quick peck, it turned into a full make out session on the couch.

you weren't sure what got a hold of you, but you weren't complaining all that much. he was a surprisingly good kisser despite not being very experienced (from your knowledge) and his taste was addicting. when your lips touched his, you felt your stomach flutter and heart pound as if.. it felt.. real.

when you first kissed Johnny, he felt as though he were in a dream, and at any minute he was going to wake up. he was in a love sick daze as your tongues intertwined and his hands found their way to your waist as your hands climbed into his hair.

after a few minutes, you pulled away and looked back to see your ex fuming, bringing a smile to your face. however, when you looked back at Johnny, his expression was anything but happy.

he pulled you off of him gently, clearly upset. "you okay Johnny? i'm sorry if that was too much, I-"

"nah, it ain't that. don't worry about it" he shrugged you off, staring off into the crowd of the party. after a few minutes of awkward silence between the two of you, he cleared his throat and got up. "um.. imma.. go get us a drink."

after that night, you two continued your little scheme— but every time you would pull him into a kiss or hold his hand, you couldn't help but feel warm inside. it was if it was meant to be real, it felt right. the way your hands perfectly fit his, the way your lips melded together as if they were made for each other. but every time you'd pull away, that all faded. you'd remember what you had set out to do, as did Johnny. still, that feeling never went away. and as the days passed, the feeling grew stronger until you had almost forgotten why you were faking it in the first place.

"so, Johnny" you began, Johnny sitting across from you, sipping his coke whilst listening intently. "there's another party this weekend and.. he's gonna be there. we should go yeah?"

Johnnys shoulders dropped, "sure.." he said unenthusiastically.

"you okay?" you asked, fiddling with the wrapping of your straw. it seemed to you that recently, whenever you devised a plan, he wasn't that into it. it was as if he didn't want to continue on with the act out of boredom.. or.. something else?

"how much longer are we gonna be doin' this for?" he asked in a frustrated tone, causing you to be taken back a bit.

"uh.. I don't know, a week maybe?"

"okay, well you said that last week and the week before that. and no offence bab- y/n," he caught himself, realising you two weren't acting at that moment. still, him almost calling you that made your heart flutter. "I don't think he really... cares" he clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably in the seat of the booth.

those words hurt you a little, because he was right. whenever you saw your ex, he stopped looking at you. whenever you kissed or hugged Johnny in front of him, he barely bat an eye. but what hurt you the most was that you knew that your ex didn't care anymore, you didn't even care anymore. you just didn't want this trip to end, because whether or not you wanted to admit it to yourself, you liked Johnny as more than a friend. you wanted to keep kissing him and hold hands as a real couple, not a fake one.

"okay well.. maybe if we just give it a few more days he will come back ar-" you started, but Johnny cut you off by slamming cash down on the table before grabbing his jean jacket and leaving the Diner, no further words exchanged.

you felt so guilty, so guilty that you were leading him on. that you clearly had feelings for him that you were too cowardly to say out loud.

you knew that he was over it, and you knew that there was no point in continuing the act. so, you decided to do the only thing that seemed right.

"Johnny.." you said from behind him as he sat on the porch of the Curtis home.

things had been tense between the two of you, and whenever you would both get together with the gang, they could tell that something was up. they knew about your plan, they also knew how Johnny felt about you. so when you began to act weird around one another, they could already tell what had happened.

when you sat beside Johnny, you could hear the gang talking about it inside the house despite the front door being closed, their rowdy voices booming.

"listen Johnny, this ain't working. I think you're right, he doesn't care anymore. so.. there's no point, y'know? i'm sorry I.. dragged this on." you stated, staring at him, only this time, he didn't stare back. he kept his eyes on the path leading up to the house, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"let's talk about this at yours" he said, standing up and snuffing the cigarette bud out with his shoe. he walked out the gate, forcing you to follow after him.

the walk to the house was quiet and awkward, making you feel tense and almost embarrassed. as soon as the both of you entered your empty home, Johnny immediately pulled you into him, smashing his lips onto yours without warning. even though it took you by surprise, it didn't take long for you to kiss him back. "what was that for?" you whispered after he pulled away.

"i'm tired of pretending." he whispered back before pulling you back into him.

both of you continued kissing as you made your way down the hallway toward your bedroom, bumping into picture frames as you tore off each others clothes.

you didn't bother to close the door of your bedroom as you lived alone, instead flopping onto your mattress and clean linen sheets.

by this point you and Johnny were now stripped down to your undergarments. Johnny laid sloppy and rough kisses against your neck, ones that were sure to leave a display of marks. he slowly began to kiss down your chest, fondling your breasts over your bra as he looked up at you for permission to take it off. you nodded, arching your back as he slipped his hands behind and unclipped the clasp.

you pulled off your bra, tossing it onto the floor. Johnny stared for a moment, almost in awe, before immediately latching his mouth onto one of your nipples whilst his fingers worked on the other. you whimpered at the sensation, running your fingers through his dark locks.

Johnny was practically in heaven. ever since he had developed feelings for you, he has wanted nothing more than feel you close, to feel your skin against his. and every time you'd wear a shirt that showed cleavage or outlined your curves, his mind would wander to places that he would never want to admit.

after a few moments, you pulled Johnny in for another kiss before pulling away, both of you panting and breathless. "you sure you wanna do this?" you asked, and he nodded.

as you reached over to your drawer to pull out a condom, and before you placed it onto his length, Johnny grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "is this real?" he asked nervously.

you stared deep into his beautiful, brown, sorrowful eyes. they looked as if they were pleading with you to say yes. and as you thought and reflected about you and Johnny, you began to feel all of the suppressed emotions from long ago. you liked Johnny, you always had. but it was more than that now, it was love. when you had developed your feelings, you pushed them down as you didn't want to mess up your friendship. but no matter what, they always lingered. through every look, every touch, every hug, every kiss— even if they were all fake— they were also real.

"yes. it's real." you whispered with a smile, cupping his face, "I love you"

"I love you too." he whispered back as he held your hand in his whilst his other guided himself into you. you both let out a moan, though yours was more of a grimace as you had to adjust.

he hiked one of your legs over his hips, allowing him to get a better angle. you stared into his eyes as he held your hand, thrusting into you at a slow and steady pace. you let out soft moans as he would let out whimpers and grunts, fuelling each other further. "god you fit me so well baby" Johnny whispered into your ear before peppering sweet kisses onto the crook of your neck.

"feels.. so.. good" you croaked as he continued to fuck you, hitting all the right places.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he whispered gingerly, his thumb stroking your cheek as he admired your face and its features.

"faster please" you whimpered, and he obeyed, speeding up without a moments thought.

you immediately began moaning louder, as did he. your grip on one another's bodies got tighter, as did your walls around him. you could feel a pleasurable warmth swelling in your stomach, one that would only come around when you were on the edge of orgasm.

"i'm gonna.. cum" you whimpered, your nails digging into Johnnys back as his tip continued to kiss that spot within you over and over.

"I know baby, but can you be a good girl and hold it for me?" he asked, almost sympathetically, as if he wasn't the one fucking your brains out and making your mind go fuzzy. you didn't say anything, only nodding and whimpering in response.

after a few more rough thrusts along with Johnny's moans getting increasingly louder. Johnny nodded at you, allowing you to both let go together. he continued to thrust, slowing down as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "good girl, that's it."

he stayed inside you for a moment as you both caught your breath before he laid a kiss on your forehead and stood up, whispering a quick "gimmie a sec" before throwing the condom in the trash and walking to the bathroom.

you laid out on your bed in a fucked our daze, staring at the ceiling as you thought about what just happened. Johnny then returned with a damp, warm rag and began to clean up the mess that he made between your thighs. "did so good baby" he whispered as he kissed the inner parts of your thighs.

after tossing the rag to the side, he laid next to your, pulling you into him and laying soft kisses onto the top of your head, your face buried into the crook of his neck.

despite it being unexpected, you couldn't have been happier. you had finally gotten who you wanted all along, not your ex, but Johnny.

and despite needed to evaluate your relationship with him, you were too happy to care in that moment. cause it was just you and your sweet boy, your Johnny.

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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"

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bob hughes x art-therapist!reader

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· ˚ ༘ ♡ i'll crawl home to her

— johnny cade x reader

song 𝄞 work song by hozier

warnings: blood, talks of fighting , suggestive if you squint

the sound of crickets chirped outside of your window as you slept softly, dreaming of nothing except an occasional flash of a soft memory that you once lived.

as your body fell in to a deeper and deeper sleep, it took you a while to hear the tapping outside of your window. the crickets could no longer be heard as the sound of tapping got louder and more aggressive, followed by a few whispers of what sounded like somebody saying your name.

you rubbed your eyes, still in a stupor as you climbed out of bed, dragging your feet toward the source of the disruptive noise.

you open your lace curtains to see your boyfriend Johnny sitting on the roof of your garage next to your window, waiting patiently for you to let him in. "hey baby" he smirked at you, climbing into your room after you opened the window a bit more so that he could fit. "you okay? is it your parents" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

it had occurred to him that he had awoken you from your beauty sleep, it had also occurred to him that you had forgotten about him.

after every rumble, instead of going to the Curtis home to get patched up, he would come to you. it became a ritual for the both of you, a moment of shared intimacy as you mended his wounds and kissed them better before snuggling to sleep or talking all night.

he walked over to your bedside table to click on the lamp, basking the room in a soft warm glow, allowing you to see him better. you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth as you realised why he was here.

it's not that you had forgotten your ritual as you knew there was a rumble that he would be attending that night. you had planned to stay up and wait for him, a first aid kit by your bedside as you sat in the dark and allowed time to pass. unfortunately, too much time had passed, causing you to fall asleep. now, as your battered and bruised boyfriend stood before you, an immense wave of guilt washed over you.

"i'm so sorry honey! I fell asleep because I waited-" but before you could finish your ramblings, Johnny cut you off with a passionate kiss, his hand on your waist. he grimaced into the kiss as the cut on his lip was too deep to ignore, but just your lips on his already started to make it feel better.

"it's okay baby, I know you didn't forget. even if you had, it wouldn't matter to me. just as long as i'm here with you." he smiled, cupping your face with your hands.

you placed a kiss on his forehead before leading him to your bed. he sat down on the mattress, unlacing his shoes before placing them at the end of your bedpost. he shrugged his jacket off and threw it on top of his shoes. "you wanna change?" you asked as you got the first aid kit ready, gesturing to the bottom drawer of your dresser where you kept some extra clothes for him.

he nodded, standing up and pulling the drawer open, pulling out a pair of pyjama shorts. he slipped off his clothes, keeping only his boxers on.

after getting changed and adding his clothes to the pile, he sat back down on your bed, waiting for you to finish prepping. "you know..." he began, rubbing his neck, "you don't gotta do all that. i'm fine with just a bandaid or something"

you gave him a look before softly laughing before returning back to your station, dipping your "tools" into alcohol to sterilise them as by the looks of it, Johnny would be needing stitches.

some rumbles were worse than others as some would require a simply cleaning of the knuckles and a bandaid on the cheek, or there were others that were like the ones tonight. those rumbles were brutal, the kind of ones that were messier and rougher. and it seemed to you that Johnny may have gotten the worst of it.

after you finished prepping, you turned back to him to make an examination. you studied his body, seeing that there were a few bruises on his torso that were already started to grow darker. his knuckles were raw, so raw that it made you cringe.

on his face, the damage was worse. his eye was swollen, surrounded by a ring of dark purple, almost black. his cheek was cut open on the other side of his face, though not worse than the cut he got that was now replaced by the scar on the opposite side. his lip was busted open, blood somewhat smudged from your previous display of affection. "okay.." you whispered as you grabbed a cotton pad, soaking it in some alcohol. "you already know this, but it's gonna hurt."

"yeah I know" he said, stroking a hand over your hair as you got on your knees in front of him. you caught him smirking, making you raise an eyebrow.

"what?"

"this kinda reminds me of something" he chuckled, making you slap his chest, causing him to let out a loud hiss in pain.

"sorry baby" you gasped, though he was still smiling. you kissed the spot before returning your attention back to his hands. he made a fist with his hands, allowing you to see all of the cuts and deeper areas. you studied them for a moment before you began to dab the cotton onto his wounds. he groaned in pain, clenching his teeth as well as his knuckles. "I know baby, I know"

after a few hisses and a few more groans, you had finished with his knuckles and moved on to the next thing which was his chest.

"okay baby, you might need to stand for this okay? you think you can?"

"yeah, I ain't disabled." he laughed, making you chuckle. "I think one of my ribs is bruised, maybe I even broke one."

"nah, if you broke one you'd be in a lot more pain." you said as you looked closely at the dark spots. "i'm gonna touch your chest okay?" you informed him and he nodded in response.

after this many sessions of playing doctor, you had learned a lot. you also got to know his body better. certain areas made Johnny flinch or shiver, others made him lean into your touch more. the chest was a grey area as it depended on the damage that had been done. tonight, it was on the more intense side.

as you began to press on his torso where his ribs hid, he cringed at the sensation, but didn't yelp. "okay, I think they're only bruised"

"that's good, yeah?" he asked somewhat nervously.

"well, if you consider having bruised ribs good then, yes."

after wrapping a bandage around his torso, you moved onto his face. "so.." you began as you started to clean his cut. "who won?"

"us" he smirked proudly, "man, it was close though. you know, at one point some Soc tackled me and I thought that I was a goner, but then-" as he recounted moments of glory and others of defeat, you couldn't help but admire your beautiful boyfriend.

you smiled whenever his face lit up in excitement or even when he scrunched his eyebrows in frustration. but the best part of it all was that he was okay, and that he was here with you.

after a few more stories exchanged and more cotton pads used, he was fully mended.

you stood up in front of him, tossing the trash into the bin that was next to your bedside table. Johnny pulled you back into his, his chin on your tummy as he looked at you in adoration. you smiled back down at him, stroking your fingers through his dark hair.

he looked at you mischievously before he slowly lifted up your shirt, laying open mouth kisses all over your stomach.

you giggled at the tickling sensation before straddling his lap. you tucked a stray strand behind his ear as your both stared deeply into one another's eyes. "thank you."

"for what?" you asked confused as the both of you got settled under the covers, your head on his chest.

"for everything."

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MORE MATT DILFON CONTENT 😛

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

˚ ˖ 𓍢ִ໋ party 4 u

— dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 party 4 u by charlixcx

warnings: alcohol, smoking, swearing, mentions of sex

"oh my gosh, you came!" you shouted over the music, embracing your friend as you welcomed them into your home, which only an hour earlier was empty but was now filled with bodies. "drinks are in there!" you told her, pointing to the kitchen.

you walked along side her, pouring her whatever concoction your friend had helped you make earlier that you were sure was equivalent to acid.

you told her to enjoy the party before walking off to greet others and mingle around. you rarely threw parties, if ever. but it was halloween, so you figured that you might as well— at least, that's what you told everyone who asked. you couldn't tell them the real reason, despite you knew that they knew the real reason, they just didn't wanna bring it up.

you were waiting for him. you had been waiting since the first guest came through the door, watching the entrance in hopes that you'd see him.

you hadn't invited him, hell, you hadn't invited more than half of the people that showed up. but it didn't matter, not to you. it wouldn't matter if the entire town came, or even the entire state of Oklahoma. because in that crowd, you'd only be looking for one person. you only wanted one person to be there. Dallas Winston, Dal as you called him.

he was notorious in town for being dangerous, and many always preached that no one should be within a 10 foot radius of him unless they wanna get in trouble. but you didn't listen to the warning, and you paid the price.

thing is, he was different, different from what others would say about him. he was kind, bold, even a bit chivalrous. when you were in public, he acted nonchalantly with you, wrapping an arm around your waist or kissing your neck— in private, he acted like as if you were the only person in the world. when he kissed you, he did it with so much passion that you would practically melt away. when you would have sex, it was making love, not fucking. sure, at first he was distant and cold and at times you even thought about giving up. but eventually, he warmed up and treated you like his girl, not just some chick he was hooking up with.

but one day, as you waited on the corner of your street, waiting for him to pick you up for a date for your one year anniversary, he didn't show. you tried to call, yet he didn't pick up. you thought that maybe he had gotten hurt. so, you did what any caring girlfriend would do.

as you walked into Bucks, you looked around to see Buck chatting it up with a friend near the bar. "hey Buck, is Dal here?" you asked nervously, to which he didn't say anything but instead pointed to the ceiling, signalling that he was upstairs.

you knocked on his bedroom door, hearing a faint "who is it?"

"it's me baby!" you hollered back excitedly. you could've sword you heard a groan, making your heart drop. you didn't wait for him to answer, but instead barged in to find him on his bed, smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed.

"Dal? what the hell! why didn't you pick me up?"

"what?" he asked confused, clearly having been woken up from his sleep as his eyes were squinting and his lips were somewhat chapped.

"our date?! y'know, the one i've been reminding you of for weeks straight? the one for our one year anniversary!?"

"ah, stop shouting. you're hurting my ears" he groaned, sitting up on his mattress, stumping his cigarette out on his ashtray, the one that you made him during a pottery class.

"I can't believe you" you scolded, tears burning your eyes as you looked at a man you no longer recognised.

you watched as he stared at his feet, not even looking at you once. you stood there, waiting for him to say something else. maybe an apology, or even a simple grunt would do. but nothing, you got nothing at all. it then occurred to you that Dally didn't suddenly change overnight in his sleep. something had clearly happened, and you think you knew exactly what it was.

"who is she?" you asked, your voice breaking as you were a few seconds away from breaking down.

"what?"

"who is she?!" you shouted, walking over to his dresser, throwing clothes out of his drawers in hopes of finding a pair of panties or anything that would indicate that he had been with another body that wasn't yours.

"who is who? the fuck are you doing?" he yelled back, standing up and grabbing your shoulder. you slapped his hand away before moving over to his nightstand, then his mattress, then under his bed, all the while he kept yelling at you to stop. "you ain't gonna find nothin' cus there ain't nobody else!"

"so why are you acting like a dick, huh? I mean you don't even look at me when I walk in here, you didn't come pick me up and don't say that you forgot our date because I know damn well that you didn't because every time I reminded you, you promised me that you wouldn't forget. so what! what is it? did I do something because-"

"I can't be with you anymore!" he shouted, making your heart drop down to the floor. that's when you felt the tears fall, muffled sobs coming from you as you held your face in your hands. he reached out to touch you but you quickly jumped back. "I-... it ain't you."

"yeah fucking right. cause I know damn well it ain't you, it's never you! nothing is ever your fault, is it?!" you shouted. it was true, nothing ever was his fault, at least, according to Dallas.

every time you two argued, the blame would always be pinned on you. you put up with it out of love, always attempting to justify his actions. but now, there was nothing to justify.

after that night, you never saw Dallas. he never called, you never came to Bucks anymore. whenever you saw him in public, you'd cross the street or turn the other way. you couldn't stand the sight of him, because everytime you'd see his beautiful brown eyes and handsome features, you'd desperately want to run into his arms and tell him that it was all okay. but it wasn't, and it never would be.

as you talked some more with some friends by the punch table, you heard a hollering noise over the music that sounded too familiar. one of Dally's friends, Two-Bit Matthews, was known for being loud and obnoxious. after being around him and Dally's gang, you knew his laugh all too well. and if Two-Bit was at your party, you knew he would be too.

you excused yourself, walking through the house in hopes of catching a glimpse of him somewhere. you saw Two-Bit attempting to do some sort of drink on your dining table, yet, no Dallas. maybe he didn't come you thought to yourself.

but as you turned around to go back to the kitchen, that's when you made eye contact with him.

he stood in front of you, frozen. it was as if everyone had stopped and the music had gone silent. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he had a look on his face that was full of regret, one that told you everything that he wanted to say but couldn't.

you felt tears rush to your eyes and you turned away, ready to flee the scene. but before you could take one step, Dally grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

you were confused, but didn't let go. the rush you felt in that moment was nostalgic. it reminded you of the times that you and Dally ran from the cops, or the times that you two almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of a restaurant. you missed that rush, you missed him.

you both ended up outside in the empty backyard, Dally not letting go of your hand. you looked up at him as he looked down at you and into your eyes. he tucked a loose strand behind your ear, smirking slight, making your heart flutter.

you kissed the palm of his hand as it rested on your cheek. it took all of 2 seconds for Dally to pull you in, kissing you passionately underneath the stars of the night sky.

you didn't hear the music from the party, you didn't hear the drunk teenagers hooting and hollering from the front lawn, you just heard Dally's heartbeat as he pulled you up against his chest. he held you tightly, kissing the top of your head as he mumbled "i'm sorry" over and over. "I was so stupid. I was scared. scared that I had managed to keep someone as good as you. I thought that it ought to end soon, that you'd realise that you deserve better than me."

"no, Dallas. I want to be with you, I always have. more than anything." you whispered to him, cupping his face with your hands.

he didn't say anything, kissing you passionately once again before leading you back inside to the party that you threw for him.

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

being in a relationship w dallas winston is literally the song party 4 u by charlixcx (writing a story based on it rn)

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

࿔ * ･ crying during sex

— older!dallas x reader (pt.2)

song 𝄞 crying during sex by ethel cain

warnings: pnv, f!receiving, m!receiving, dacryphilia

you waited eagerly behind the bar for Dallas to walk through the door, keeping him to his promise of coming back. it wasn't early, but also wasn't late. there was still time.

you weren't sure what to expect from him when if he arrived. was he going to ask you out? or did he just want a friendly chat. either way, you were excited. last night, there was undeniable tension between the both of you. you could feel his yearning for you, and you were sure he could feel your fawning for him.

he was extremely attractive, there was no denying it. his scruffy beard and somewhat messy haircut, his dark eyes and smooth lips. he was wearing a leather jacket and jeans that left nothing to the imagination, his clearly large dick strained against the tightness of the fabric. just seeing him for the first time made your heat flutter, desperate for more.

as you got lost in the thought of him, you heard the bell above the door bellow throughout the bar. your head shoots up, and then, you see him. you almost drop the glass you were filling up for a customer, your body tensing and your nails practically scratching the cup.

he looked over and made eye contact with you, a smirk appearing on his face. he walks over to the counter, shrugging off his jacket and setting it on the countertop as he takes a seat on one of the stools.

"hey."

"hey, you kept your promise" you smiled, "what can I get you?"

"uh.. just a beer."

"you got it" you popped open a beer, sliding it toward him and watching him take a swig. "so uh... any pool games tonight? I don't see any of your buddies?"

"nah, it's just me." he shook his head, looking around.

"aww, you came here just for me?" you joked, holding a hand over your heart and pouting, making him chuckle and roll his eyes.

"yeah yeah" he mumbled. the air was tense between you two, despite only having exchanged a few words so far, but you could both feel that you wanted the exact same thing.

after finishing serving another customer, you sidled back over to Dally, now leaning against the counter as you stared at him and he stared back at you. "you know.." he began, leaning closer to your over the counter, "I think we both want the same thing, right?"

"which is?" you smirked, leaning into him, your faces mere centimetres apart. you could feel his breath fanning over your face, his breath smelling like a mix of beer, cigarettes, and mint— a scent that was both intoxicating and addictive.

"what time do you get off?" he asked, taking a big gulp of his beer before pulling out a packet of kools from the pocket of his leather jacket that was draped over counter.

"uh.. like an hour?" you told him, looking at the clock.

"when you get off do you wanna maybe.. get outta here?"

"buy me a drink first, god" you joked, laughing. he chuckled softly, one that made you want to clench your thighs together, his voice deep and gruff. "at least let me get to know you, yeah?"

"okay.." he bit the inside of his cheek, "what do you wanna know?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette and a match, flicking it against his necklace and igniting a flame before putting it at the end of the cancer stick.

"about you" you told him, sliding the ashtray toward him as he puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"okay.. well, my name is Dallas-"

"I know" you blurted out before you could think. you immediately felt your cheeks get red as you realised how creepy you must sound saying that. "sorry" you giggled awkwardly "I overheard it last night during the game" he nodded in response with a smile.

"so.. what's yours?" he asked, and you told him. "okay, well... god, I feel like i'm in a fuckin' AA meeting."

you laughed and nodded your head. "fine, how 'bout this. how old are you?"

he paused for a moment before answering, "45." you nodded, smiling wide as that number excited you. whenever you dated guys, there were usually close to your age if not older, so having sex with an older guy was exciting and new. "you do stuff with older guys?"

"not typically." you told him honestly, "hope that doesn't turn you off"

"nah, if anything it turns me on. nice to know you've never had someone as experienced as me."

"so.. you are gonna fuck me" you whispered into his ear, fully leaned over the counter. your breath sent chills down his spine, making him hold back a groan. he grabbed your jaw, holding your face to make eye contact with him, your cheeks flushed.

"i'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"is that a challenge?" you smirked, grabbing the cigarette from his fingers before taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from his face.

"it's a promise." he said, now it being his turn to whisper into your ear. "in an hour?"

"in an hour."

an hour later, you rushed to clean your station, eager to go off with Dallas. you assumed that he was gonna take you to some cheap motel room or do it in the back of his car (if he had one). your expectations were low, to say the least.

Dally grabbed his jacket, sliding it over his shoulders as you approached him. he wrapped his arm around your waist, treating you as if you had been together for years— it surprised you, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who was chivalrous— but you weren't complaining.

"so.. where too?"

"my place isn't too far from here. it's a bar called Bucks, about 30 minutes"

"wait, you live in a bar? if you live in a bar, why come here?"

"a little birdie told me there was a sexy girl working here" he joked, though seeming somewhat serious . you rolled your eyes at him, "nah, a friend told me to meet him here since Bucks gets too crowded. c'mon, my cars here"

to your surprise, he pointed to a red t-bird, one that was sleek and looked almost brand new. you had never sat in something so fancy, and even though you knew it wasn't his, you didn't say anything.

as you both drove down the road to Bucks, you talked about anything and everything from jobs, to memories, to dreams. despite only having known one another for a total of 2 hours, you felt as though you had known one another for a life time.

as you pulled into the parking lot of Bucks, you looked into the window to see the bar fully basked in red lights, Hank Williams blasting through the walls.

As you both walked into the building, it was way busier than your bar had ever been. it was so busy that you could barely get through the crowd of bodies to the room that Dally was dragging you to.

As you walked into a bedroom, in which you assumed was Dally's, you immediately shut the door behind you, locking it.

Dally immediately pulled you in, smashing his lips into yours, lips that you have been so desperate to taste. his rough, calloused hands began to feel you up, holding your waist before making their way down to your ass.

you slowly made your way toward the bed, falling back with Dally now on top of you. he fondled your breasts over your shirt, nipping and kissing at your neck. you whimpered at the feeling, playing with his brown strands and running your fingers through them. he paused for a moment, pulling away and pulling off his shirt before tossing it onto the floor. you did the same, revealing your lacy red bra that you wore for the occasion.

"fuck" he whispered, looking down at you in adoration. he reached behind you with one hand, unclipping your bra and letting it fall into your lap to reveal your breasts. he wasted no time in latching onto them, sucking on them mercilessly, making you moan. "your so gorgeous" he whispered against your skin, looking up at you.

you smirked at him, guiding him to sit on the bed as you wanted him in your mouth. you slowly kissed down his chest before reaching his jeans, looking up at him for permission to which he leaned back in consent, awaiting you to start.

you pulled off his jeans and boxers, allowing his hard dick to spring free, his tip leaking in pre-cum. you salivated at the sight, immediately wrapping your mouth around his tip. he hissed out, running his hand through his hair as you began bobbing your head up and down on his length. "god you're so fucking-" he began, choking on his words from how well you were doing. "you're such a good girl."

your hand and mouth were in rhythm with one another as you hollowed out your cheeks, practically sucking him dry. he ran his head over your hair before pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail, still allowing you to move freely.

the room was quiet except for Dally's moans and groans as well as the sounds of gagging and slurping. you paused for a moment, lifting yourself off of him and allowing a big drop of spit to fall onto his length, making him groan at the sight, a smirk on his face. you stared into his eyes as you spread your saliva all over his length before continuing.

after a few more sloppy head bobs, his grip on your hair got tighter and his moans got louder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum baby."

you didn't let up, allowing him to cum with a loud moan and a few groans after a few more seconds.

"fuck, that might have been the best head i've ever had" he smiled, pulling up so that you were standing. he then wasted no time in taking off your skirt and your panties, leaving you bare in front of him. "god.." he whispered as he pulled your body into him, giving you a firm smack on your ass, making you squeal. "i'm gonna fuck you dumb"

he laid you down, opening your legs and getting ready to insert himself. he looked at you for consent, to which you nodded eagerly. he slowly slid into you, both of you moaning out.

to be honest, he was big. way bigger than anything you've ever taken. you hadn't said anything as you didn't want to boost his ego, but you also didn't want to turn him off. it didn't matter though as when he saw the grimace on your face, he was experienced enough to know that it was an expression of more pain than pleasure. "you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"mhm.. just gimmie a sec" you told him. he nodded, dipping his head down into your neck and peppering light kisses as you waited for your body to adjust. "okay.." you whispered, giving him a passionate kiss before he continued.

he began to slowly thrust into you, not too fast and not too harsh. "faster" you told him after a few minutes, eager for more.

he obeyed, immediately speeding up, making you moan louder. your moans only spurred him on, causing him to go harder. "f-fuck!" you sobbed as his tip began to kiss that sweet spot inside of you. he smirked, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you.

he stopped for a second, you looking at him in confusion. he placed both of your legs over his shoulders, holding onto your calves tightly before beginning to pound into you. you began to practically scream, the feeling becoming too much to the point where you started to cry tears of pleasure. "it's okay baby, you're doing so well" he whispered into your ear, wiping the tears away.

"feels- so good" you moaned out, raking your nails down his back.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he said, the cold metal of his necklace gliding over your collarbone as he thrusted back and forth.

you felt yourself begin to draw close, as did he. "i'm gonna cum!" you repeated over and over, your toes curling as you felt as if you were about to burst.

"I know, me too baby. cum with me" and you did. you came with a cry so loud that the whole bar probably heard you over the music blasting in the level below. the feeling of you clenching around him made Dally cum with a loud groan.

he laid next to you, breathless as you tucked your head into his chest, still recovering from what you think may just be the best orgasm you've ever had.

"looks like i'll be coming to the bar more often"

@avroravia @r0seb100d

actually feeling unmotivated rn cause my older!dallas fic isn't turning out how i want it to 😕 lowkey feeling like scrapping it ngl 💔