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darrysgirl · 1 month

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how i feel after typing im hood instead of im good

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darrysgirl · 3 months

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"I can fix him" "I can make him worse" OK well I can sit behind him and wrap my arms around his middle and comfortingly rock him side to side

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darrysgirl · 11 months

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Handcuffs || Dallas Winston

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

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

Word count: 822

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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darrysgirl · 11 months

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darrysgirl · 11 months

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I love the film adaptation of "The Outsiders", but I feel like it totally ignored how devastated and distraught Ponyboy was after Johnny died. Towards the end of the book: Ponyboy tries to convince himself that Johnny never died and that everything was ok. He's clearly going through the 5 stages of grief but in the film, it feels like Pony's just automatically accepted the fact Johnny's dead.

@fromrussiawithlove-maddie @lyn-winston @sadlonelyyogurt @80stacos

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darrysgirl · 11 months

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behind every hot girl there is a deep history with The Outsiders

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darrysgirl · 1 year

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