pleasureamuse

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This is exactly why the outsiders fandom is gonna die out, people can never have fun with out some disgusting freakzoids sending anonymous hate for literally no reason. you guys need to comeback to reality and realize that fanfiction is called FAN! FICTION! for a fucking reason.🤦🏽‍♀️

how anon felt sending this ask:

but no seriously… why can’t this fandom literally just be normal about bipoc people existing 😭 like even people who don’t write x reader like me get hate for something as simple as headcanoning a character to be bipoc?

and tbh this isn’t the first time people have sent asks about me using bipoc girls in my moodboards or for even just picturing my readers as bipoc and its like… we exist too ya know?

and esp considering this specific book has a lot of bipoc coding (like the term greaser being offensive from soc’s and normal from greasers, soc’s jumping and harassing the greasers for simply existing, etc) so its like u really took nothing away from that book? also in the musical so many of the characters were played by bipoc actors? including dally who i probably write the most?

this anon is so fucking gross and weird and ts is so like annoying to see and its so annoying that people still have this mindset in the big year of 2025? also calling me a racial slur so casually? and a racial slur that doesn’t even apply to me?

and obviously dont go sending hate to @jamesdeanbby on my behalf cuz obviously she has nothing to do w this shes a very sweet girl and its not her fault she has a fan like this

k going to bed now goodnight to everyone BUT this anon

headcanons for daniel larusso pls? both sfw and nsfw

the fact i’m posting this months late while it’s just been sitting half done in my google docs is so embarrassing but my life’s been not so cuteness so i haven’t really been in the mood to write but anyways here it is hopefully you enjoy! ♡

thinking about…𐙚

sfw ver ♡;

→𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 and how when he first started crushing on you he’d constantly look at your picture in the yearbook.

→when you first started dating you two were basically connected by the hip, walking you to class, lunch, home and even waiting for you outside the bathroom was his daily routine.

→he loves holding your hand, when he’s stressed over karate or his mom he’ll play with your fingers and draw patterns into your palm

→when the cobras are constantly going after him constantly and his mom being too enthusiastic about her new job for him to complain about wanting to go back to jersey he goes to you, just to hold you, to know there’s one good thing in shitty reseda california.

→he loves taking you out to the beach just to sit and watch the waves and maybe mainly to smell the light comforting smell of your perfume/cologne in the breeze.

→he likes to imagine watch your life together would like, how many kids you two’d have, their names, what house you’d live etc

nsfw ver ♡;

→He loves it when you run your cold hands up his torso when you two make out, you’ve gotten caught by me miyagi so many times he honestly doesn’t pay you two any kind of mind anymore. (much to daniel’s embarrassment🙂‍↔️)

→daniel definitely has a jaw dropping sleeper build, only weighing at 130 and all the interesting workouts mr miyagi has him do most definitely has his body SNATCHED.👅

→he’s more of a whimperer than a groaner.🗣️

→you two have more rough than vanilla sex..don’t ask me why i just know…

→he’d rather have your thighs around his head than have actual sex, he takes pleasure in giving you pleasure. 🙏🏽

→he’s definitely thought of a three way between him, you and johnny🤷🏽‍♀️👻

hii guys i’ve been having major writers block and just a whole bunch of stuff going on irl but i wanna start writing for you guys more so please send in some requests or just some stuff you guys would want me to write more of!!🩷

I was born to be a teenage girl in the 50s sitting in my room wearing cutesy lacey night gowns, listening to all popular artists and sipping on a Coke float with my hair in curlers

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

guys I need an answer 💋🖤

Top canonical events in a girl's life:

1. Listening to Lana del Rey for the first time

2. Locking yourself in your room all the time

3. Trying at some point to fit in with a group but just can't

4. Feeling awkward around boys

5. Daydreaming

6. Not being talkative

7. Obsessing over some actor who could be your grandfather

8. Ruining your sleep schedule to get more alone time

9. Tumblr and girlblogging

10. Feeling like no one really knows you

11. Feeling lost in a group of friends

i honestly believe it will be hard for non-black writers to write for sinners. because in order to do that many would have to incorporate pieces of history they cant quite understand, or connect with. leaving them with the options of making them modern vampires in every fic or ignoring the real life problems by not making their x readers fully accessible for poc (black people even more so). which that’s not new in the world of fics, but is definitely a worry as it pertains to a black period piece.

Pink hair supremacy

universal experience😞

“I can be your little Dairy Queen” ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚

should I add the outsiders to my list? xo💌

im just a girl tho

literally just a pink icing cupcake in girl form! 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

“suddenly it wasn’t only a personal thing to me. i could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. i could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn’t believe you if you did. it was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. there should be some help, someone should tell them before it was too late. someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people would understand then and wouldn’t be so quick to judge a boy by the amount of hair oil he wore. it was important to me.”

ty for tagging! ʚ♡ɞ

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wanted to start a tag game using this website because reciptify is so cute

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Me when someone ask who's my valentine and I say no one,but in my head it was Matt Dillon

psycho brunette men do it better

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃…

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖꩜💋ྀིྀི‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .🗡️🫀ـــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ ｡𖦹°‧𓉸ྀི⭒˚｡⋆.

Can you do the greasers dating a Jamaican girl or just a Carribbean girl in general? Separate, obvi 😅

Since it was the 1960s there probably was alot of prejudice which is why I was wondering what it would be like, as a Jamaican myself

❤️

Summary: The Greasers x Jamaican/Carribean!Reader

Warnings: racism, stereotypes, etc.

Author's Note: Generally, I have no clue what living as a Jamaican or Carribbean woman is like and i tried some research but im not very confident in it, so i'm sorry if this is written vaguely...

PONYBOY thinks you're actually stunning, he loves your beautiful hair and glossy skin, and your curves and style. He thinks you're just a genuinely beautiful person, no matter what race. He's not blind to the fact that him dating you would be odd in their society, or that you're tougher than most because of this life you had to endure, but he thinks that you're just perfect for him. He'll always comfort you after a hard day, reminding you that you're so much smarter and more beautiful that people realize.

JOHNNY doesn't try to associate with you at first. He's already outcasted and he sees you as someone that could pull down his reputation, until he starts actually talking to you. He cannot get over your voice, it's smooth like honey and that's what initially attracted him to you. He denied his feelings for so long but eventually realized, that love knows no bounds, and that he'd feel so much better without trying to fit you and himself inside a box. Since then, he's been quite literally the best boyfriend ever. He'll always step in for you, even when he knows he can't really handle it, and he always has a praise for you at the end of the day.

SODAPOP has a specific talent that lets him see how pretty a person is even if their just wearing a school uniform with their hair tied back. He knows how to recognize beautiful features, beauty in the rawest form. You always stuck out to him, and he always stares as you walk by, but makes no move to talk to you until Steve hypes him up. He's awkward and fumbling. He knows interracial couples are shunned and not accepted, so your relationship is a secret that no one knows about except for the gang. He would love to go public with your relationship but he fears that people might start targetting you because of it.

STEVE is quite literally the wokest guy in the gang. He doesn't care about beauty standards, he's never fit them (he thinks) and he's confident in himself so why should anyone care about anyone else? He talks to you nonchalantly a lot, a passing remark about the weather, asking you how your day was. You two are just common accquantainces until he asks you to go to the movies. While sitting next to you, he realizes how tense and nervous you make him. He starts noticing little details about you, your perfume, your hairstyle, your clothing, until he realizes he likes you and asks you out. He's so caring to you, people know not to mess with you, because Steve will rile the whole gang up to come get them because the gang loves you like a sister.

TWO-BIT knows being associated with you could be bad news. He tries to stay out of your way while being respectful, but something about you to him is genuinely so alluring. He cant tell if it's the way you hold yourself, the gentle slope of your shoulders or if its everything wrapped up in a neat little bow, but that's probably the first time he's had a crush in a long while. He tries not to let it be known but you can tell, and you explain that you like him too, but that you know that it would be rough if you two got together. Having conformation that you like him back is the straw that breaks the camels back for him, he's ready to dive head first into this relationship with no protection at all. He's always got your back, especially when it comes to out-insulting people, he's got a tongue sharp enough that it would make a young boy cry and he will use it against someone if they try to diss his girl.

DARRY tries to stay as distanced as he can from you. There's too much trouble for him as a greaser and a technically 'single dad' that he just can't handle anymore stress at the moment, but he's always respectful and never says anything about you. He sees you everywhere though, and you start infecting his mind until he's almost waiting everyday to see you pass by. You two have this weird situationship, where its more the presences of the other than anything. You realize that Darry is probably more hesitant to be in a relationship with you, but that he loves you too. However, patience is key, because he asks you out within the next month. He tells you, once Pony is out of the house and you two can move far away from Tulsa, the relationship can be more public, but for now, only the gang knows.

DALLAS is probably racist. He grew up mean and angry and he'd probably act that way to you. There is no 'fixing him' or 'making him change for you', that's just how he will be. He won't ask you out, but sometimes he'll drop stuff by your door, try and stop by your place for a drink or two. Or just something that makes him look uncaring but still lets him be close to you. He's stuck in this love hate loop with both you and himself, but he tries to push it out of his mind.

'𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬' . . . sodapop curtis

✦ disclaimers/warnings? ~ black!dancer!reader x sodapop, fluff, onshot/drabble?, the use of 'y/n', my only background knowledge on dancing is from dance moms sooo pls give me grace on the inaccuracy.

✦ word count: 1.2k words

𝐩𝐢𝐥é.

arabesque.

pirouette.

you were marking the solo you had been working on for months now in the wings of the stage. the butterflies in your stomach were starting to get worse, the thought of messing up at any point of this dance eating you alive. you had worked too hard to get to this point and make some silly mistakes. it was even harder being a person of color in the dance world—especially as a ballerina. so many people had doubts about you and your talent, but today was the day you'd prove them all wrong. that your skin color didn't make you any less capable, that you could dance just as well—if not better—than your competition. 'maybe if i dance well enough they'll finally see me for who i am and not who they think i am.' you thought to yourself.

as you ran through your dance once again, you could hear a couple of girls whispering in hushed tones about you.

"i can't believe they actually gave her a solo."

"i know, right? last time i saw her on stage, she fell out of her turns in the group dance."

"we don’t have to worry about her. she’s not much of our competition anyway."

god why are people so rude. before you could turn around and stand up for yourself, the announcer was heard over the speakers. "now for our last performance of the night, please welcome y/n, performing 'words through turns'—on stage!"

in that exact moment, it felt like your heart had just stopped. suddenly, your custom felt too tight. your shoes were tied weird. your makeup felt clumped on. but you knew it was now or never—you couldn't let this opportunity slip between your fingers like this.

with a quick shake-out, hoping to get rid of your nerves, you stepped forward and walked onto the stage, settling into your starting position. you quickly scan the crowd, hoping to land on a familiar face. your breath hitched as you locked eyes with a striking pair of blue ones—your blue eyes. sodapop curtis. your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend sitting in the audience, watching you. but he wasn’t alone. seated to his left were steve and two-bit. to his right sat darry, ponyboy, johnny, and—to your surprise—dally. with all the happiness in your heart at seeing them, you take a deep breath and try to regain focus. after a few moments, the music to your piece begins, and you start dancing.

pilé.

arabesque.

pirouette.

each move flows seamlessly together—just like how you had practiced in the wings moments ago. this routine meant everything to you. you had poured so much time and effort into it. and now on stage, you gave it everything you had—your built-up emotions seeping into each movement, making the performance even stronger.

as you moved elegantly across the stage, soda straightened in his seat, his eyes widening. he had seen you dance before—around his house, or when he'd stop by your studio to pick you up, catching glimpses of you finishing a routine. but he had never seen you dance full-out. not like this. he had always thought you were perfect, but on stage? you were more than that. you were like an angel without wings.

while soda continued to watch your every move, a sense of pride swelled in his chest. you had often talked to him about your struggles and shortcomings as a dancer, and while he couldn’t do much to help—other than simply be there for you and listen—he wished he could do more. but in this moment, watching you dance so flawlessly, he felt like everything was okay. seeing you perform so beautifully made him believe that maybe, just maybe, everything might just turn out alright. that you could overcome it all—even though, in reality, it would never be that easy.

with your routine coming to an end, you did one final turn before slowly settling into your ending pose. you were out of breath, your chest rising and falling violently from how much energy you had just poured into the performance. as you take your bow, the audience erupted in cheers and applause. locking eyes with soda once again, you saw him standing up, his eyes lit with pride as he clapped, wiping a mere tear from his cheek. the rest of the gang was cheering as well, with two-bit obnoxiously hooting.

you smile to the audience before walking off stage. joy bubbling inside of you.

rushing back to the dressing room, you grabbed your stuff and quickly changed before coming back out. after slipping on some baggy sweatpants on top of your leotard, you made your way towards the crowd, eager to see soda and the rest of the gang. you had to weave past people, squeezing through the bustling space.

then, finally—you spotted them.

and in their hands, every. single. one of them, had a bouquet of flowers, just for you.

dally held pink tulips. steve had carnations. darry carried lavenders. ponyboy clutched marigolds. johnny offered daisies. two-bit, of course, had lilies.

and last but not least—soda.

holding the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers—white roses.

you were on the verge of happy tears at the sight before you. without an ounce of hesitation, you ran up to soda, dropping your bag in the process, and wrapped your arms around him, giving him the biggest hug. soda was a bit startled, not having noticed your presence before. but once he realized it was you, a big smile spread across his face. he passed the white roses he was holding to darry before hugging you back, lifting you off the ground and spinning both of you around. "you did so good babygirl," he whispered into your ear. "thank you, soda," you murmured into his chest. you were overwhelmed with so many emotions at once, feeling like if you tried to say anymore, you'd burst into tears. soda finally set you down and gently pulled you away from his chest. one hand rested on your forearm while the other came up to cup your face, his thumb grazing your cheek to wipe away a tear that managed to escape. "i'm so proud of you." he murmured, his full attention on you, eyes locked with yours. "the proudest anyone can be. we all are." he motions to the rest of the guys.

"yeah! who knew you could turn like a gazillion times in a row like that?" two-bit exclaimed excitedly. you and the gang burst into laughter at his usual goofiness.

"seriously y/n, you looked amazing out there. i'm glad i was able to come and watch." darry said, patting your back before handing you the flowers in his hands.

one by one, each of the guys handed you the bouquet they had picked out for you. you had never felt so loved by a group of people before then. now, with seven bouquets of flowers in your arms, you clutch them tightly. "i really don't know what to say, guys," you started, "i appreciate every single one of you guys for coming here today to watch me. it honestly means the world. i can't even put into words how happy i feel right now." you beamed.

soda pulled you to his side, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "i love you." he said softly.

"i love you too, soda." you replied with a smile.

all your life, you had never been good with words—let alone speaking about your emotions. dance had always been your escape, your way of expressing yourself.

you showed your words through turns.

✦ maeva's thoughts ~ uhmm this took way too long but I hope y'all enjoyed it!!

“Date with a doll”(pt.1)

(Dallas Winston x black fem reader)

[Dallas Winston is rough and rough greaser well, he’s more of a hood if you wanna count his past in NEW YORK. But when you meet him for the first time when stumbling across the gang after your car broke down on the wrong side of town, you soon find yourself fascinated with the group and especially Dallas. In first person, cussing, sweet talking, flirting, fluff, first time greetings]

The sun began to set as I drove down the highway heading to the movies to see Cherry Valence and Marcia. I noticed up ahead a traffic guard directing people to a side road away from a car crash up ahead. I followed the other cars now a bit nervous as I knew, I was approaching the east side of town eve though I hadn’t been Tulsa,Oklahoma long I got the gist of what “greasers” were and heard they were bad trouble, I grimaced as I strolled into an unfamiliar neighborhood getting unfamiliar looks, I stuck out like a dumb cause my car was a baby pink Cadillac saw I drove down the street I heard a loud pop making me nearly jump out of my seat, I pulled over by an open lot getting out to check my car. I noticed the front tire was shot, “Darn it!”, I screeched as I kicked the tire quickly regretting it as I yelp jumping up and down holding my foot, I leaned on the front of the car contemplating on what I was gonna do, I figured I could ask for help but who’d be the right choice, all these people looked like they’d steal my car in a second. I sat there looking at the sky as it got darker, I wonder if Cherry would call my dad if I wasn’t there in time, “Look who we got here!”, I turned to see a group of greasers walking my way, I turned back quickly closing my eyes hoping they’d pass but they didn’t. “Heya, doll face.”, one said he had a large grin his face as they got closer, I looked at the others noticing two from my school, the younger looking one with blondish long hair sat near me in my Home Ed class and the taller more handsome one played football, “What’s your name?”, I looked at the grinning one and told him as politely as I could.

“Well, my name’s Two-Bit what brings you over here?”, I pointed at my flat tire as the group looked at it, they all nodded, smirking and snickering. “You’re the new girl in my Home Ed class.”, said the younger one, I nodded, “Your Ponyboy right?”, he nodded, “Let her be, she’s a nice one.”, I smiled, nervously as I made eye contact with the oldest looking one I guessed he was around 20 years old, “H-hey, your Darry Winston? You came and helped with the roofing for my house.”, he nodded, “Oh,yeah I remember you, your pop’s gave me a 20 dollar bill for tip.”, he came forth to check out the busted tire, “Let me see what I can do for you,yeah?”, I nodded gratefully and I moved onto the sidewalk, when the boys started speaking to me. “So, how long you been here?”, “few months, I moved down from New York.”, the group wooed, “We got a big city girl. Yo, Dallas this girl says she’s from the big apple.”, a cold,hard looking boy came in front with a weed(cigarette) hanging out his mouth, “Really?”, I nodded, “Well, good thing you got outta that place, it’s hell.”, I agreed. Darry got up off the ground dusting off his jeans, “It looks like this’ll need to be taken to the mechanic, not only do you have a busted tire your carbonator is almost shot. When’s the last time you’ve went to the mechanic?”, I smiled embarrassed thinking back to when Dad said I should’ve gotten my car looked at as soon as we got into town, it must’ve slipped my mind. “Steve, you think you can fix her up?”, one of the older boys,who I presumed was Steve nodded, “Yep!, how about we push her over to the shop. Shouldn’t take no more than an hour.”, I thanked them grabbing my purse pulling out a 50 dollar bill, “Here, I hope this is enough for your troubles.”, the boys winced up, shaking their hands, “We can’t do that, your not like those other Socs.”, said Steve, I nodded in gratitude. One of Ponyboy’s older brother, Sodapop stepped forward with a movie star smile, “We can take ya home.”, I shook my head, “I was actually heading to a drive in to see friends.”, Dallas grinned wide, “Well, how about we take ya to the best drive-in on this side of town,Doll.”, I nodded putting my hand over my mouth to hide my gushing smile at the nickname. It was decided, Darry,Steve and Sodapop went to the mechanic shop and I collected my belongings started to walk with the other boys in the group. As, we walked I felt an arm snake around me, as I looked at a smiling Dallas with a weed hung from his loose lips, “I’ll keep you safe, Doll.”, I giggled, nervously yet intrigued Two-Bit jumped in front of us with a concerned look, “Don’t let Sylvia see her, Dal. I don’t want that broad roughin’ her up.”, Dallas grimaced, “She ain’t touching this precious thing.”, he looked directly at me, “I’ll make sure of it.” I nodded, taking his arm from under me, “Let’s just be safe.”, I said softly with a smile.

(Hihiii, that’s the part 1! Hope u guys enjoyed and a part 2 will come out very soon!)

I just realized..my current hyperfixations are underrated movies from the 80s that got turned into banger musicals and are now popular

the pretty lies, the ugly truth

THISSSS❕⏰

as a black girl i am SO tired of those black insert fanfics that’s only composed of stereotypes from BOTH sides

no the aot men, those bland white men, would NEVER call you ‘mamas’ or ‘ma’ or talk to you like they grew up in the fucking ghetto, jesus christ

reader doesn’t always have to be from the ‘hood’ neither like why we fighting Mikasa over Eren and are ‘used’ to it bc we from the ghetto 😭

andddddd why the reader always get wigs, nails or lashes appointment

don’t get me started on connie or eren wearing a durag or always smoking a blunt, armin would NOT touch that shit

can we stop the damn stereotypes my god I don’t think I’ve ever came across a good blk reader x character without one of those in it

this is what i wanna see❕👏🏽

I Fall to Pieces When I'm With You.

pairing. Dallas Winston x Black ! Fem ! Reader.

summary. After seeing you talking to Soda, Dallas can't help but be jealous.

content. Small angst. Smut—oral sex(m!receiving), P in V sex, unprotected sex. Dallas takes pics of r during sex. Slight themes of a toxic relationship. Not proofread.

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗡, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 the Curtis’ house, talking to Soda. You smiled softly with each word, nodding when he said anything—like you did with everyone. You were always friendly like that, and you didn't think it could be taken out of any context other than that. 

     However, Dallas, who was a few feet away, stared at you and Soda, clenching his jaw and nearly crushing the cigarette in his hand. He ignored the obvious explanation for you talking to him, which was because he was your friend, and immediately took it as you flirting with him or him flirting with you. He desperately wanted to walk over to you two and snatch you away—and probably yell, which would lead to an argument, but he didn't care.

     He controlled himself—barely—and took a drag from his cigarette as you and soda laughed. 

𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘, 𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗦 walked you home. As you walked quietly side-by-side on the sidewalk, Dallas smoked a cigarette, the smoke filling your nose. “You like Soda?” Dallas asked, breaking the silence.

     You glanced at him. “What?”

     “You heard me.”

     “As a friend, of course. Why are you asking this?”

     “Why are you laughing at him like that then?”

     You stopped walking, glaring at Dallas. “What are you getting at? Soda is just a friend, and he's yours too.”

     “What are you flirting with him for then? Smilin’ at him like that.”

     “I was never flirting with him.”

     “Sure, you weren't. I'm not blind, doll!” He began to raise his voice at you.

      Your eyes burned and your throat ached at his words. You desperately wanted him to stop talking, so you started walking again, ignoring his hateful words. 

     “Where are you going?” He followed you.

     “Stop following me. I can walk myself home,” you said and continued to ignore him when he yelled after you.

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗗 arrived home, you lay in bed, reading a book, until you heard taps at your window. You knew only one person who did that. You stood from your bed and stepped toward the window, opening the curtains to reveal Dallas Winston outside. You opened the window, furrowing your eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”

     “Let me in. I'm freezing my ass off out here,” he said, making you roll your eyes and move to the side, allowing him to climb inside your room. You slid the window down after him.

     “What are you doing here?” You repeated, your voice soft, careful not to wake your parents. 

     “A guy can't see his girl?”

     A pang of guilt struck your stomach. “No, you're right, I'm sorry.” Your head flashed images from earlier with your argument with Dallas. “Dally, I'm sorry about before. You were right, I shouldn't have been talking to Soda like that—”

     “Don't worry ‘bout it—”

     “I'll do anything for you to forgive me.”

      Dallas’ lips curled into a smirk. “Anything?”

     “Anything.”

      An unlimited amount of inappropriate scenarios and fantasies filled Dallas’ mind, in which he forced them away and settled for having you kneel in between his thighs as he sat on your bed. Your hands clawed at his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down, his hardening cock springing out. Your hand wrapped around the base, pulling a strained sigh from his lips. You leaned forward, wrapping your plump lips around his tip, a salty taste coming onto your tongue as you licked circles around him. 

     You glanced up at him, his head thrown back as a hand went to the back of your head, slowly pushing your head lower and lower. You forced yourself to breathe in through your nose as his cock was close to hitting the back of your throat. You were doing this for him, so you wanted him to feel good.

     However, when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you couldn't stop yourself from gagging. You didn't mind, though, when you heard a groan from Dallas. “Fuck, doll,” his hips bucked, making you gag again, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, which eventually fell when you allowed Dallas to fuck your mouth.

     It was an image that Dallas wanted to keep forever. He reached for the camera you kept on your bedside table—God, was he happy you kept it there—and snapped a picture of you in your current state. 

     You heard the noise, but you were so focused on Dallas and pleasing him, you didn't care to protest—it's not like you could if you wanted to.

     He nearly tossed the camera back on your nightstand, his hands returning to the back of your head as you swallowed around his cock. Your nails dug into his thighs while you struggled to stop gagging, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose.

      “Goddamn—” he pulled you off, a loud gasp coming from you, coughs following afterward. With the backs of your hands, you wiped the tears and looked up at Dallas. “C'mere,” he said breathlessly, and you quickly followed his demand, straddling his lap. 

     Dallas kissed you roughly, hands traveling underneath your top, cupping your breasts through your bra. You whimpered at his harsh grip while your hands tugged at his shirt. You pulled away, pulling off your top and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Dallas’ hands gripped your waist as you reashed back, removing the claso from your bra, allowing it to slide down your arms, and letting it join your top.

     Dallas attached his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling softly, making you squirm and tug at his hair while he rested his hands on your back, pushing you closer to him. “Dallas,” you whine, but he ignores you. He switched to your untouched breast and repeated his previous actions until the brown bud peaked, replicating the other. Meanwhile, you tried to silence yourself, covering your mouth with a hand; however, Dallas quickly swatted your hand away, humming around your nipple.

      Without realizing it, you began to grind against his cock. You hoped he couldn't feel how wet you became.

     He pulled away with a pop and guided your body into position, in which you lay on your back while he pulled off his shirt and pants. You pushed down your shorts and underwear, kicking them on the floor. Dallas moved in between your legs, tip teasing your entrance.

     He knew he should give you some type of prep, but you were already so wet. Besides, this was for him, wasn't it? 

     Dallas gripped your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he slowly pushed his cock inch-by-inch into your cunt. You gasped softly, leaning your head back into your pillow. He rested his hands beside your head. “Goddamn, doll,” he groaned as he buried his head in your neck, softly biting at the flesh. 

     Once he was fully buried in your cunt, he allowed you to adjust for only a few, short seconds before pulling out to the point that only his tip was inside before thrusting harshly inside, pulling a loud moan from your lips, which hoped nobody else heard. 

     He gradually set a fast pace, abusing your cunt, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your barely muffled moans. Despite his harsh actions, it felt so good. Your pleasure only increased as Dallas reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles with his thumb.

     “Dally,” you whine, nails digging into his back. 

     “Yeah, doll?” He spoke, looking down at you with a small smirk on his face. 

     Another whine escaped your lips when he pulled out. You knew this was about him, but God, it felt so good. You glanced up, watching as he pushed both of your thighs to your stomach before sliding his cock back inside your cunt, a groan coming from Dallas.

     Your moans quickly returned as Dallas’ resumed with his fast pace, building up your already close climax.

     “Takin’ me so well, doll,” his voice sounded rough as he spoke. “You're mine, you know that?”

      You nodded, babbling fragments of sentences.

     His hand returned to your clit, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. He felt his climax too, but he wanted you to cum first. “You close?” He asked, placing kisses on your neck. 

     “Yes!” you cried. 

     “Come on, doll, cum for me.”

     With his harsh thrusts, thumb on your clit, and words, you came with a soft moan, clenching around his cock. You were so focused on your release, you didn't hear the click of your camera.

     You also had no idea that the next day, Dallas took those polaroids of you and showed them to Soda, bragging but also telling him to stay away from you.

Hiya :)

It's so cool to see a black writer in the outsiders fandom 🤭any what, I was wondering if you could write Ponyboy x black fem reader who absolutely hates her coily/curly hair (idk,maybe she got a lot of rude remarks about it) and he's doing everything in his power to make her feel better about it, despite not understanding her hair himself

If you can't, that's perfectly alright. Have a great day/night<3

ofcc!! here it is ⊹˚. ♡

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Ponyboy curtis X Black fem! reader

𓉸ྀིsummary: you don’t seem to like you curly hair but your boyfriend can’t get enough of it ♡

𓉸ྀིwarnings: none?

𓉸ྀིword count: 615

𓉸ྀིa/n: this is my first request so far, I had so much fun writing this (sorry it’s so short..)

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You and pony had been going steady for around 4 months when he had asked if you’d wanna have dinner at his house.

You were hesitant at first, what would his family think of him dating a n̶e̶g̶r̶o̶.

You knew the status black people had, they were at the bottom of every chart, socs, greasers then coloreds.

That’s how it had always been and you knew it didn’t matter whether you lived in the socs part of town or the greasers part if you weren’t white as snow you weren’t welcome.

Pony assured you they were nothing like that and they already knew he was dating a colored girl. With his persistence you finally agreed and today was the day.

You were currently staring into your bathroom mirror trying to figure out how you were gonna style your hair since it had been raining for the past two weeks you hadn’t been able to get your hair pressed.

You wanted it to go well but your hair wasn’t cooaporating, you tried slicking, twisting even braiding and you still didn’t like every style you did.

your head sore from the constant rebraiding, unbraiding and rough brushing you threw the brush down and let the built up tears flow.

The feeling of someone’s hands wrapping around your waist made you jump “Why’re ya cryin’ baby.” he whispered softly.

wiping the tears from your eyes you looked back up at him through the mirror, his brown greased back hair had a shine to it and his blueish green eyes looked at you worriedly.

“I..I just don’t know what t’do with my hair, it’s been raining for so long I haven’t been able to keep it done and, and I just want everything to be perfect.” You huffed, your head in your hands as you let more tears drop.

His grip got tighter as he left soft kisses up your neck, “I love your hair, it’s so curly and bouncy.” He said as he twisted a thick curls around his finger.

Lifting up your head to look in the mirror he looks at your through the mirror as he pushed the stray curls from your forhead.

“You look gorgeous, your hair looks so pretty. I wish my hair wasn’t so stringy.” He laughed and touched his thickly slicked back hair.

“”But it’s so thick and it’s always shrinking and, and I just wish it wasn’t so-“ your current rambling was cut off by him quickly turning you towards him, his lips capturing yours.

“Don’t say stuff like that, you're the prettiest girl in Tulsa Oklahoma and I’ll scream it till my lungs collapse.”he yelled, his hands held your forehead up against his as you two looked into eachothers eyes.

“Now, let’s go before they start wonderin’ what’s takin’ us so long.” He laughed, he wiped your tears and gave you a soft smile.

taking a deep breath you and pony finally head to his house, the seemingly quiet looking house was far from quiet.

Once you two had walked in there was a variation of hi’s and hellos and not to mention the many compliments on your hair.

“Your hair’s real pretty y/n” johny whispered to you, his quiet voice was loud enough just for you to hear.

The rest of the night was filled with many more compliments, laughter and pony’s older brothers telling every embarrassing story about him.