The Voice The Accent The 'man' The Bandana Around His Neck The Arm Muscles... OH MATT THE MAN YOU ARE

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American Negro Ballet Company, 1937.

TV IN BLACK AND WHITE

Dallas Winston X reader

"if you get lonely, think of me only. Prison isn't going to keep me from you."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

"Y/N L/N."

You hear your name before you see the guy calling it. He’s standing by the desk, flipping through a clipboard, looking bored out of his mind. The guard barely glances at you when you step forward. He just nods towards the door on his left. "You the little girlfriend?"

You don't answer, just duck your head and walk past him quick. Your face is hot, and you can still feel him looking at you. You hear the lock click behind you, and then you’re in a smaller room, cold and grey and ugly, and he’s there.

Dallas Winston. He’s leaned back in the metal chair, smirking like this is all a big joke. The second he sees you, that smirk gets a little wider, and he lifts his hands—both cuffed to the table—and wiggles his fingers at you. "Look what the cops got me in, doll. Ain’t this a crime in itself?"

You roll your eyes, but your heart is pounding. It's been weeks. Too long. You sit down across from him, folding your hands in your lap so you don’t do something stupid, like reach for him.

"What’d you do this time?" you ask, even though you already know. Everyone knows.

"Oh, you know," Dallas shrugs. "Cops ain’t got nothin’ better to do than pick me up for dumb shit."

"You robbed a convenience store."

"I borrowed."

"You punched the cashier."

Dallas grins. "He had it comin’."

You let out a long breath, staring down at the scratched-up table. "You're a real idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah." He shifts in his seat, his chains clinking against the table. His eyes flick to your hands, and for a second, his smirk softens. "Nice ring, sweetheart."

You glance at it, twisting it on your finger. "Thanks."

He watches you do it. Like he wants to be the one doing it for you. The thought makes your stomach flip.

There’s a moment of quiet, just the sound of some other prisoner yelling down the hall. He leans forward a little, and it makes your breath catch. Like he's trying to get closer even though he can’t. "You doin’ okay?"

You shrug. "Had a test the other day. Think I failed."

"That’s my girl," he says, like it’s something to be proud of. "Your folks know?"

"Yeah. They both do."

"What’d they say?"

You hesitate, then sigh. "Dad called you a local disgrace."

Dallas snorts, shaking his head. "He ain’t wrong."

"I don’t care."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He looks at you for a second, just looks. And then he smirks again, tilting his head. "They can’t keep me away from you, you know."

You roll your eyes, but your face is burning. "You’re chained to a table."

"Yeah, but not forever."

"Maybe you should stop getting arrested."

He laughs, full and careless. "Now what fun would that be?"

You press your lips together. It’s not funny. Not really. But he’s looking at you, and there’s something about the way his voice drops when he says, "Miss me?"

You should lie. You should make him sweat for it. But you nod, just barely. His smirk twitches, like he’s fighting something softer, something real.

"Miss you too, doll."

There’s a buzz, and the guard’s voice comes through the speaker. "Time’s up."

Dallas groans, tilting his head back like a little kid being told to go to bed. "Aw, c’mon."

You stand up, slow, like maybe if you move slow enough, they’ll let you stay longer. But they won’t. And you can’t. You shove your hands in your pockets scratching the denim feel.

"Be good, Winston."

"That’s askin’ too much, baby."

You shake your head, and you don’t smile. Not all the way. Then you turn and walk away, and you don’t look back, even when you hear him call your name.

too accurate

Characters from ✨️The Outsiders✨️ as white people phrases.

Two-Bit Mathews: "Hold your horses"

Darry Curtis: "Look what the cat dragged in"

Steve Randle: "No shit Sherlock"

Sodapop Curtis: "You're on thin ice, pal"

Ponyboy Curtis: "Get a load of this guy"

Dallas Winston: "Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee"

Johnny Cade: "No more 'Mr. Nice Guy'"

can you please do a johnny cade x reader smut? ty!

johnny cade smut hc’s/brainrot

smut brainrot , f!reader

warnings: only smut

a/n: sorry this isn’t an actual fic, i thought a babble would be easier to write since I just wrote a new johnny fic (w the same req) earlier today ! if you want something specific; you can always req again ! 🩷

he would never degrade you on purpose,) he only praises you. the damage from his parents could never make him be able to do it to you.

in contrast to the last point, he likes seeing you cry. (obviously not when your actually crying) he loves knowing he can make you feel so good you cant help but tear up

if you ever were in control, he’d go feral over your praise, he loves when you call him good boy

his favorite position will always be missionary or bear hug.

he loves looking at you and being able to kiss you at any time

bear hug makes it so he can hug you as close as possible but also because he knows you always cry when he does this

doesnt like anal at all, never tried it, just knew there was a chance shit could be involved and just knew he never wanted to experience it

loves paying attention to you first before anything. it started out like this because of how shy he was but he ultimately grew to like it more

loves hearing how you moan his name, especially when its right up against his ear

doesnt like choking or slapping you, hes a big groper

^ hates physical ‘pain’ during intimacy in general

loves to compliment you a lot

would actually be so in love with you if you had a piece of jewelry on that meant something about him (like a j necklace) he makes sure to have sex with you whenever you have one on

never got the concept of lying about when you finish, you’ve tried to explain it to him but he thinks its stupid if you lie since intimacy as a whole is based on trust.

when fingering you, he always ends up licking his fingers. loves how you taste

feels semi-bad about receiving blow jobs because he feels like it doesnt do anything for you but it turns you on alot

he doesnt care whether you have a bigger ass or boobs, he loves groping both equally

has a fascinating kink about having sex when one of you is visibly injured ( not bleeding out but for ex. a black eye )

likes to blindfold you

he would be open to try out any one of your kinks atleast once

jaw-drops whenever you wear lingerie, would make you come more than once just because hes so taken aback by how pretty you look

sometimes he doesnt even want to finish during sex, he solely just wants to do it for your sake

as ive already said, hes super big on giving and not receiving

loves holding your hand whenever he fucks you

loves to hold your hands above your head ^

sometimes he thinks about what’d you look like tied up, but often dismisses it because it seems to violent

very against knife play and anything fire related (obviously)

“me time” and it’s just lay in bed reading fanfiction for hours

03/2025, australia