Maybe Dallas Is Tougher Than Me And Colder Than Me And Meaner Than Me....but He Ain't On A JB Song With

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Steve Randle was my best friend growing up, we did everything together including but not limited to baking. Steve hated it at first but it grew on him when he realized it was truly my passion. We made cookies, cake, brownies, and more, we even had a stand at one point when we were 14 but it got destroyed by Dallas and Soda after they decided it was a good idea to wrestle next to it. I was so upset that I punched them both in the face on "accident", at least thats what I told Darry.

After that incident I decided run my mini bakery through my kitchen till I got older and could actually have a business. It was pretty dry at first because who would really trust 14 year old to make their confections but eventually by 17 I had good amount of costumers. Even though Steve didn't help with my baking, we still stayed the bestest of friends, who may have made out a few times. At first I thought Steve only wanted to be friends but that changed when he asked me to junior prom, I accepted and almost immediately spent half my savings for my dress, makeup, and hair.

On the night of prom, Steve told me to meet him at the Curtis house so I got in my car and drove there. When I got there, I saw Steve in his car making out with Angela Shepard. I walked up to the car and beat on his window, they jumped out of fear. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he said sounding angry. "What is wrong with you, you asked me to prom!" I said with tears streaming down my face. He almost looked sorry but then he said the worst thing ever. "Look you're a good person to make out with but thats it." He said with a fake sympathy face. Thats when I slapped him so hard his face turned to the side, it was for sure gonna leave a mark. "Asshole, Don't ever speak to me again." I said before walking in the Curtis's to find all the gang watching tv.

"Y/n what happened?" Darry asked worried. " I thought Steve was outside waiting for you" Soda said. He must have not told them about Angela. "He went with Angela instead I just found them making out in his car." I said sobbing. "Damn that sucks but I'm sorry" Dallas said. Everyone looked at him with a "are you serous" look and turned back to me but I had already left.

That was 2 years ago, Im 19 now, I haven't really talked to gang since then especially Steve. He's tried to contact me but I never answered not after I almost lost my dream. After I spent most of my savings on prom, I had to shut down my bakery because I couldn't afford supplies. I had to work two jobs to end up getting here, now I have a actual business aka my own bakery professionally. Sometimes I bartend part time for extra cash to treat myself, the job sucks and my boss is a creep but money is money.

I was working my Saturday night shift when I some familiar faces come in. The gang? since when do they party together? or at all? I quickly walk to the other bar hoping they didn't see but of course life doesn't go like that. "Y/n?" I heard someone say. Steve. "What do you want?" I say harshly. "I just want to say sorry for prom night." Steve said looking guilty. "You've said your sorry now leave" I replied looking him in his eyes then walking away.

I decided I needed a break so I went to the back to cool off. "Y/n?" Of course he followed me back here. "What do you want Randle?!" I almost yelled. "This" he said then kissing me passionately. I knew it was wrong but maybe I could him back for what he did and get laid at the same time.

                       SMUT WARNING

"Steve" I panted breaking away from the kiss.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked breathless. "Yes" I replied quickly. Steve then began to kiss down my neck to chest. He reached for the bottom hem of my shirt and pulled it off. "I missed you so much baby" Steve said. I hate him so much. "Yea yea me too, sit down." I said bluntly.

I got on top of him and started grinding against his bulge. "Y/n" Steve groaned loudly.

"Lean back, I wanna ride your face" I said moaning. Steve then laid back on the break room couch, I climbed on of him, hovering over his face before fully sitting down. "Steve!" I whimpered.

Steve then began sucking my clit, using his tongue to send me into utter pleasure. "Go faster please baby" I moaned. Steve did just as I said and sped up, licking down to my hole from my clit. He then began thrusting his tongue inside me, his mouth becoming coated in my arousal. For someone who has a mouth full of shit, his tongue is amazing.

I felt myself getting closer as Steve's nose began to nudge my clit. Finally his big nose is good for something. "You close babe?" Steve said from under me. "Yes Steve keep going" I said breathless. I then began grinding my hips towards his face before coming on his face. After I came down from my high, I climbed off him and began put my clothes back on.

"Where are you going, I thought you wanted me?" Steve asked confused. I let out a laugh before saying "Look you're a good person to get head from but thats it.” Oh how the tables turn. I then finished getting dressed and walking out leaving Steve alone, half-naked, and dumbfounded.

hi! i absolutely love your spider-barbie x miguel fic! could you pls do a miguel x fashion reader who loves wearing pretty dresses and skirts but he gets a little possessive and then other stuff ensues..

miguel o'hara stars in... 'MY DRESS UP DARLING' ♡(>ᴗ•)

a/n~ this request is so cute omg i always wanted to be a fashion designer so i kinda channelled that. i was thinking of valdrin sahiti's dresses the whole time, also POSSESSIVE MIGUELL AHHH!! enjoy my lovely 💗💗💗💗

summary; miguel loves it when you dress up, only for him though. no one else.

wc; 1.6k+

pairings; husband!miguel o'hara x wife!fashion designer!reader

cw; SMUT!!, voyeurism, breeding kink, possessive behaviour, fingering, meanish-soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader p in v, tit slapping like once, a guy watches you two fuck, is dirty (￣▽￣*)ゞ, nawt proofread - this took me like 2 days to write m a busy girlie

you were just so gorgeous. ever since you and miguel started living together you completely took over the space in your shared closet with the most beautiful pieces of clothes he’s ever laid eyes on, eventually leading to miguel spending a whole week making you your own walk-in closet. he took you out shopping after that, since you had all this new space - why not fill it with even more clothes?

typically, you liked to design your own. dresses of all shapes and sizes, skirts too, but miguel loved spoiling you too much - besides, he loves it when you dress up for him. he booked you a private fitting in one of the top boutiques in nueva york, you would talk his ear off about how badly you wanted a dress from them, sending him pics of all the new pieces they’d put out. what’s better than spending quality time with his baby?

when you two arrived at the boutique, you were greeted by a young man. he was handsome, not as handsome as your husband, but still handsome. he smiled brightly at you whilst handing you a glass of champagne before turning to miguel and doing the same. “good afternoon mrs. o’hara, mr. o’hara. we’ll sure to make this the most memorable experience for you, seeing as your husband booked the most expensive service we offer. but a beautiful lady like yourself deserves the best, regardless.” the little fucker winked at you. miguel was slowly starting to regret coming here, seeing you blush faintly from the compliment made his blood boil.

the man attempted to put his hand in yours, trying to guide you to the fitting rooms - did he want to get fucked up? miguel let out a low growl, wrapping an arm around your waist a pulling you close to him. “well? lead the way then.” 

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for the most part, miguel was enjoying watching you dress up so prettily. everything fit you like a glove, all of the dresses chosen specifically from your instagram collections and you pinterest boards. adjusting himself, he eyed you hungrily. this dress was just perfect. it looked so similar to your wedding dress, you looked so beautiful in it - even more so when he fucked you in that same night. he had picked this dress out for you specifically and he was secretly crossing his fingers in hopes that you liked it, and like it you did. but someone else liked it too, a bit too much.

the shop assistant stood at the side of the platform, gawking at you. obviously, miguel knew his wife was a whole goddess, too good for this world - but this guy was staring so shamelessly at you. he couldn’t allow that, nuh uh. “d’you like the dress, my love? i picked it out for you, knew you’d look so sexy in it.” miguel stands behind you now, large hands caressing your hips as he presses himself against you. he whispered into your ear but it was 100% loud enough for the assistant to hear, seeing as his face started to turn a deep red at the pda.

this only fuelled miguel to go even further, lip’s latching onto your sensitive neck, sucking on the skin. one of his hands moves up the dress, skimming the fat of your exposed cleavage before pushing under the fabric to grope your tit, thumb rubbing teasing circles over your pert nipples. “this dress was made for you, doll, no one could wear it like you do.” he spun you around, both hands gripping onto your ass. his hard cock presses into your stomach, your hand coming up to his chest, pure embarrassment on your face. “h-honey,” you had to get on your tip-toes to whisper to your behemoth of a husband, holding onto his shoulders. “what are you doing? can’t you wait till we get home, baby?” 

he smiled, brushing his hand along the side of your face. “how else am i gonna teach that little perv a lesson if we’re at home, hm? look at him, love. he’s probably gonna get off to this later.” you would think the guy isn’t even there with the way that miguel completely disregarded his presence, talking about him so openly like he wasn’t even there. but miguel didn’t give a fuck, patting your ass to get you to jump onto him, wrapping your legs tightly around his thin waist.

he sat down on the sofa in front of the mirror, deftly hiking up the dress to bunch up just above your plump ass, palming his hands over the skin. giving the assistant a view to remember, he pushed your thong to the side, creamy strings of arousal cling onto the fabric. you were wet, so wet - your sexy husband was feeling you up, what else could you do? “mírate, empadada para mí. you’re such a dirty girl, eh love? or is it that you like being watched?” three fingers plunged into you, he moved them teasingly slow, pressing them up against the most sensitive spots - curling them, moving faster and faster until he feels you clench around his thick fingers. 

“you gonna cum, sweetheart?” he slows his fingers down to a gentle grind, thumb flicking your swollen clit. your soft whines and whimpers were just too cute, he can see the guy’s hard-on - his shaky hands dipping under the waistband of his slacks. “mmh - y-yeahhh, feels so g-good.” your hips were moving so salaciously against his hands, the urge to give in to you was becoming harder to resist for miguel. but he had to make sure that idiot learnt not to fuck with what’s his. he pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunt, licking your essence of his fingers before lifting you up and turning you around in his lap, your pussy exposed for the assistant to see.

“baby, what’re you-“ you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and the wet slap of your husband’s tip against his toned stomach. he places a hand on your lower back, arching it whilst the other comes to pull the front of your dress down - perky tits spilling out of the lacy front. “lift your hips for me, love.” he slips his thick cock under, smacking his tip against your clit, pre smearing all over it. “fuck, honey, please i need you.”  of course, he could never say no to you. 

he pushed himself inside of you, pulling you back down. keeping a fast pace, the wet sounds of your ass meeting his hips reverberated throughout the room, one of his hands groping your tits. “you like that, baby? you - fuck - you like getting fucked like the little slut you are, moanin’ my name like that.” drool was slipping out of your mouth, running down your chest. all you could let out were garbled whimpers and moans, your smaller hands gripping his arms as he used you like a fleshlight.

the assistants hand was moving rapidly under his slacks, his eyes trained on the sight of miguel’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. you lost all feelings of embarrassment long ago, your shaky hands rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. miguel cursed under his breath, his own voice slightly shaken, his large hand splayed against your stomach. the outline of his cock pressed against his hand, he was so, so deep in you. “shit…would you look at that.” he ran his thumb over the outline of his tip, hips stuttering as a jolt of pleasure racked both of your bodies. 

“god, fuck - ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy up. you always wanted me to knock you up, right love?” he smacks your tit, the flesh jiggling in his palms as he quickens his thrusts. “see my girls swollen with milk, this beautiful belly of yours all heavy with our babies. everyone will know you’re mine, ‘m never letting you go - i’ll fuck as many babies as i have to in this tight cunt to make you remember that.”

your thighs trembled at his words, fingers on your clit sloppy as you clench tightly around him, a broken whine of his name leaving your lips. squirting all over the sofa, his cock almost pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm. the faint whimper from the corner tells you both the assistant finished too, his arm draped along his face. miguel was so close, pushing his cock as deep as it could go, forcing more liquid out of your quivering cunt.

“thaaat’s it, baby, you’re so gorgeous when you cum. f-fuck - take it, fucking take all of my cum.” his hips push against you two, three more times before he spills his load inside, the thick, creamy liquid seeping out and pooling at the base of his cock. he ruts against you slowly, pushing his cum back into you - pressing kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. “you did so good for me, i love you so much.” you smiled deliriously, pressing a deep kiss on his spit soaked lips. “mmm, i love you too, honey.”

his gaze then locks onto the assistant, eyes narrowed and demanding. he hold you tightly against him, hand caressing your ass lovingly. “you. ring up all of this shit, she’ll keep this one on.” he nods frantically, tripping over himself as he grabs all the dresses on the racks. “one more thing,”

“when you’re done, do me a favour and quit. i don’t wanna see you here again.”

“miguel!”

- mírate, empadada para mí. - look at you, so wet for me

-come into my mouth, come into my mouth in the name of the lord

preference: how he gets your attention

Ponyboy:

- He tickles you everywhere.

Sodapop: 

- He kisses your neck and leaves a hickey.

Darry: 

-  He'll pick you up and put you over his shoulder.

Dallas: 

- He smacks your butt or grabs your boob.

Johnny: 

- He kisses your hands.

Two-bit: 

- He's gonna tell you jokes till you can't resist laughing.

Steve: 

- He whispers the most random shit in your ear.

Don't forget to request guys! I do imagines, smut, headcanons, and preferences for all the boys :)

Hello! If you can, can you do head canons of Johnny Cade with a (preferably a gn or female) s\o that dances Street Hiphop? Thank you!

Street Hiphop Dancer!Reader x Johnny Cade Headcannons ❤️‍🔥

❧ You guys met at a block party that you were dancing at.

❧ You were apart of dancing group.

❧ He was hypnotized by how you’re body could move and how fast it was.

❧ He asked you out after your performance (with some liquid courage)

❧ You guys end up really hitting it off and start to date.

❧ He’s your biggest fan and supporter.

❧ Johnny comes to all your performances and cheers for you the loudest he can be.

❧ Him icing your joints when you aches.

❧ He has to remind you to relax sometimes so you don’t exhaust yourself.

❧ You found him watching other street dance to be educated.

❧ He attempts to learn dances with you for fun.

❧ Johnny gets jealous when you do partner dances and its “too touchy”

❧ He saved up to buy you some dancing shoes for your birthday.

❧ He forced Pony to a couple of your shows and will get offended when he didn’t like it that much.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! My request box is still open. <3

hello could I get preferences for the outsiders w/ a surfer reader?

preference: them with a surfer!reader

Ponyboy: You and him staying at the beach morning-to-night

Surfing all morning to afternoon, then watching the sunsets.

Sodapop: Literally will become "bay watch" just to see you all summer.

*someone damn near drowning* him watching you catch waves

Darry: Tries to learn to surf and is amazing at it.

*trying to teach him* "This is how you-" *he's already doing it*

Dallas: He loves you but hates the hot so when you invite him to surf meets, he acts like a supportive diva.

*under a beach table with an umbrella sipping beer* "Its so fuckin' hot out here"

Johnny: Him being mesmerized by you in the water

"Johnny what did you think?" *in awe* "You looked beautiful"

Two-bit: Him constantly cracking jokes and talking like a "surfer dude"

*in exaggerated voice* "Babe, that was totally tubular." "Are going to crush a set of waves today." constant playful eyeroll on your part.

Steve: Surprisingly knew how to surf already so it became a couple thing

"Steve, baby come surf this wave with me." *him grabbing his lucky board and running to the seashore*

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Let me know if yall want more preferences and which ones. Don't forget to request, I'm willing to write for any of the boys or even girls ;)

❥ Masterlist ❥

❂ - angst ➴ - fluff ❦ - smut

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r u alive

YES AND IM BACK I SWEAR 😋 can’t abandon yall!

im sorry but Ponyboy seems like the type to kiss you for the first time then say “did you feel that too 🥺”

Can you please write nightmare comfort with johnny where reader dreams about johnny dying and johhny comforts reader?

Johnny x Reader Fluff

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"Johnny!?" I yelled into the pure darkness surrounding me. "Johnny, please!" I close my eyes, trying to escape this repetitive reality. Suddenly, I see a light flash 7 feet away, making me snap out of my trance. It was Johnny. I tried to run to him but I couldn't move. I screamed over and over but he couldn't hear my pleas. He just blankly stares at me, with a face of pure terror. His head slowly tilts to the right and his mouth opens. "Why didn't you save me?! Do I mean nothing to you? It's all your fault!" I let out a loud scream of pure anguish, trying to find an out to this distorted place. "Someone help!"

Suddenly, a fire starts to trail up behind him, slowly getting closer. "Johnny, run!" I watch as the fire quickly envelopes him fully, his screams of pain piercing my ears. I extend my legs to run to him, free from my previous paralysis. Once I got there, he was...gone. I scream, dropping to my knees in sadness when I feel someone tap my shoulder. I slowly rose up and then proceeded to turn around. When I turned, I saw a disfigured johnny, covered in debris and burns. "Why didn't you stop me?" is all I heard before I woke up screaming.

I started to cry until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, I jumped slightly. "It's ok baby, it's ok." I cried even harder at the soft tone, feeling safe. "Johnny?" He held me in his arms and rocked back and forth. I inhaled his scent for comfort, "What happened?" My tears were starting to dry and I could talk normally "I had a dream you left me, you died in the fire." His mouth dropped open slightly and tears welled in his eyes. He's never been the same since. Johnny started to have a more positive outlook on things since so seeing me so upset hurt him too.

He sat us up fully, soothing me. We sat in silence for a little while till he made a suggestion. "How about we get some food? The dingo's still open." I beamed at his words. He always knew what to say. We got in the car and started to drive to the dingo, listening to the radio. Johnny put his spare hand on my thigh and started to rub slowly. I put my hand on top of his and squeezed, feeling instant relief.

We arrived in the next five minutes. Once we walked in, Christy came to take our order. We decided to get a grilled cheese and vanilla milkshake with extra whip cream like usual. We sat and talked till sunrise about our future, favorites, and what are kids would be like. It felt like dream, unlike my recurring nightmares. After we were done, we headed back home. Before we walked into the house, Johnny grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Let's stay out here for a while, huh?" I shivered slightly before protesting, "Johnny it's cold!" He laughed at my reaction before pulling me in close. "I'll always warm you up." I giggled at his theatrics before sighing slightly and giving in.

He gripped me tighter than before, kissing my head. "I'll never leave you, baby. Before I knew it, we were both crying again. "I love you so much, Johnny." He looks at me in my eyes, tears running down his face with a downward smile. "I love you too, always and forever." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[A/N] Hey guys! I wanted to let you guys know I'm getting to your requests as fast as I can. I'll have about 11 new things up on my page in probably the next month. Sorry, this is kind of short but I hope you enjoy it. I can even make a part two if yall want. Remember my request box is always open. Love you!