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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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hey you should some dating johnny cade hc

Dating Johnny Cade HCs

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

-> warnings: foul language, pet names { baby, honey, sweetheart }

-> pairings: johnny cade x reader

{🤍}

sweet boy ong.

PLEASE he loves to cuddle with you !!

"c'mere cuddlebug" <3

M E L T S when you compliment or praise him

is really really really really really really really really shy before you both start dating

100 fucking percent asked dally for advice b4 asking you out

look, if you have a RBF, johnnycake is kimda scared of you (at first)

until dall strolls up to you and offers you a blunt, johnny might think youll jump up and bite his fingers off lmao

ok so but i

johnny loves watching you smoke????

watching the smoke seep from your lips?? hes purring.

but when you shOTGUN?!?!?!?!? he's feral.

if johnny ever gets hurt, expect to be one of the first person he looks for to clean him up and give him shelter

if he ends up in jail for participating in one of Dally's stunts, he doesn't want to call

bc you'll be worried and want to spend ur money on bail for him 🤕❤

but its ok in the end bc hes in love w you

PICNIC DATES QUESTION MARK

i feel like johnny would be so down for these

i also think johnny's lowkey (and i mean low key) a cat person

is that just me? ok ill go away now

AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER for sharing cigs with his partner <3

if you had a good home life, johnny would really want to spend time with your family

because he was robbed of an okay parent/child relationship, he yearns for his partner's parents to like him

would be absolutely distraught if they didn't like him, my poor boy ☹

please tell him he's loved

he needs that

would call you sweetheart, baby, honey or a nickname based off your name or an inside joke or smth

johnny boy likes that intimacy :p

wap so hes a sub switch at best

GO TO THE MOVIES WITH HIM!!!!

PLEASE

sharing a coke (the drink smh) and fries :')

making comments the whole time and loving his little laugh that follows

play a prank or two 😍

but you might need to take the fall just a warning

if you tend to get in trouble with the law, johnny would be chill with that shit because he's friends with dallas winston

but will always be a lil nervous for his bae

will take you out when you get out of the slammer

diner dinners, late night walks (with knives for safety), dirty jokes, random puns... this is all johnny.

you make him so happy

would have cash set aside for a lil smth for your birthday dont even TRY to argue

cheek kisses, neck kisses, forhead kisses

theyre so... simple

so simple but they make him so happy

dally also likes how happy you make johnny

is protective over johnny, don't get me wrong, but is calmer when he knows its you

i mean, everyone knows you

you have a reputation, of course

dally lowkey admires you, even if ur younger than him

anywayz

is kind of oblivious when it comes to relationships, tbh...

its sweet (for the most part)

loves holding your hand

please

please hold his hand

please hold his hand all the time

two-bit loves you bc johnnys in love with you and you help him (two-bit) with making fun of certain Socs

you also have a rep for dark/offensive humor so two and soda absolutely lose their shit when you make a joke im not even lying

wait but like soda really likes the dynamic you both have

i.e: you act like siblings and poke fun at pony sometimes

but its all good bc ur dating johnny

i mean, dude, its johnny

darry highkey really likes you

the gamg likes you, johnnh is in love with you, we're all cool

imagine: mother darry's reaction to you get into a fight

"hey y/n," darry greeted the teen. they were grabbing a piece of chocolate cake. the curtis household was notorious for its chocolate cakes.

y/n shut the ice box door and went for a fork, strategically avoiding letting darry see their face. "yo," they replied, turning to leave the room.

darry stuck his hand out before y/n could leave the kitchen. "look at me," he commanded, suspicious.

y/n tilted their face up to look at him. darry's eyes widened. they had teo black eyes, a deep lookinh scratch from their temple to their chin, a dried bloody nose, busted lip, and a toothy grin plastered all over their face. "it wasn't my fault, dare, promise," they say.

darry tuts. "the hell it wasnt. you see johnny yet with those battle scars o'yers?"

"nah. ain't wanna wake 'im up yet."

dear god then two bit lumbers in. "hey, y'all heard? shepherd's plannin' a rumble- damn!" he howls. he swiped his finger in the frosting of y/n's cake and got a good look at their face. "damn kid! you kick their asses?"

y/n smirks. "duh."

two bit laughs and gets his own slice of cake while darry leans against the counter wondering how why y/n was so carefree.

"you're such a mother, jeez," y/n commented to Darry.

two bit laughed again.

"missed you, baby"

AWOOOGA BARK BATK BARK PURR MEOW JEIEKJQODIS

the gang totally gags and pretends to vomit when you guys kiss or they walk in go you making out

pony is ur no. 1 supporter

respect, my g 😪✊

if anyone wants more lmk. ill edit this bad boy later

johnny cade taglist:

@paxdawg

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 year

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happy mf christmas!!!

u know what that means,,,,hcs!!!!WOOOOOO!!!!!YAYYYY!!!!!!YIPPEE!!!!!!

but yea hcs!!!!!!

•idk,,WHO,,,it was,,,but either the shepards or the curtis’ used those tree shaped airfreshners for cars and used it as an actual christmas tree to put gifts under

•maybe it was when they were lil kids too excited for christmas but hey, who can blame em

•once tim made the BIGGEST mistake of letting pony and curly b in charge of making the sugar cookies cause they over did it w the sugar for they were busy w ‘other matters’

•like they completely fucked up the cookies w too much sugar, someone could get type 2 diabetes just taking a bite out of it

•but hey!!just shake em for a bit before u eat it and youll b aight

•there was this christmas they all did secret santa and pony got tim, but he had NO clue what to get the guy so he just gave him a belt

•i mean it was a good belt so to tim all is fine

•freeze tag will ONLY b played on christmas time

•i hope this makes sense, but darry, soda, and pony all share the same pajama set when it’s christmas for some reason, like pony gets the pants, darry gets the shirt, and soda just takes the lil hat w it

•johnny is a literal god at making hot chocolate it’s canon

•tim makes haitian hot chocolate so yea, also a god

•OHOH and bc haitian independence day is on january 1st, the shepards usually buy all the ingredients near christmas time, and darry’s bday is on the same week so also bday shopping w the curtis gang, yippee!!!

•two bits the mf to buy the nasty flavors of candy canes to “spice things up” and darry got sick and tired of it so two bits off shopping duty for the rest of his christmas’

•so have y’all seen those santa mall pics w those goth kids?? yea angela and curly go to the mall to specifically get a pic w santa

•the pic is one of the tree decorations xoxo

•pony and curly making gingerbread houses???yes pls, only problem is curlys hungry ass keeps eating everything

•i feel like i’ve never seen a mistletoe like in stores to buy, so i’ll just say that pony makes them curly keeps kissing him while he’s making it and just says “we’re above the mistletoe so i think we have to like make out or somethin”

•pony and curly had gingerbread and reindeer onesies when they were like toddlers/babies (that’s what that other pic of them is for, don’t ask y curly has a giant fucking spoon i thought it was funny)

•the shepards (rlly angela and curly) have this thing for decorating their hair for christmas, once curly used christmas lights in his hair, dw no fire was set his hair is fantastic

•dally can’t wrap presents for shit he just takes newspaper and cru,bles it up around the gift to give it a weird ball shape

•soda is such a christmas candle lover, if u bought him a santa’s ass scented candle he’d buy it

•every christmas i’m GONNA bring up the gang calling pony rudolph during the holidays fuck off

•johnny likes taking walks in the snow just staring inside families homes, kinda sad???yea, but he’s on his way to the curtis house so it’s alright he’ll b fine

•steve is actually like the fucking brunch during the holidays, everyone thinks it’s dally but no at least dally finds enjoyment fr home the shitty christmas sweaters and hot chocolate, steve likes nothing except for the occasional snowball fights and everyone being together, other than that he’s out, he hates the snow(its a love hate relationship), he hates how he gets hives in the cold, just cancel the whole thing

•angela and tim fucking LOVE the peppermint chocolates, they’d kill several ppl for it, i would too

•also pony and curly like putting the chocolates on the cookies

i rlly want peppermint chocolate

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #angela shepard #tim shepard #darry curtis #darrel curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #the shepards #the outsiders art #the outsiders fanart #my art #babs’ art corner

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kittycqts · 2 years

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*SLAMS $50 on the table to make up for the sadness* how about some happier stally hcs to make up for the sadness I caused 😭😟

Ain't even have to pay me for this one 🤷🏽‍♀️ I'd do it in a heart beat

Stally HAPPY headcannons:

I know I said they can't cook but, Steve can bake. And it's good too. He's been watching a little bit of golden girls and those cooking shows 😼

Dally has a sweet tooth so Steve always makes him and the rest of the gang of course, little treats like peanut butter cookies or smth. (Thave car grease on them)

Steve will always offer Dally a bite of his food. Dally is a lucky man bc he doesn't do that for anybody.

Steve considers it a rule to offer him a bite of his food at least 2 more times if he declines the first time. Bc Dally would prob eat it after asking 3 times.

Steve likes when Dally calls anywhere they go a date (cheap ass) bc he just thinks it's cute. He won't admit it tho. He's got a reputation to keep.

Dally and Steve both wrap there arms around the others shoulders. Even if it's a bad time. They don't care. And it will happen.

THEY HAVE RLLY BAD KARAOKE NIGHTS (even if I have expressed b4 that Dally can sing u can't take that away from me) he sings bad on purpose so Steve doesn't feel bad.

Steve hates it tho sometimes bc it feels like he's pitying him. And pity is for the weak.

Dally will sometimes help Steve find parts he needs for a car or help him fix it. Like giving him certain tools or smth. He's like the kid to hold the flashlight for their dad. Except better.

I have said b4 that I think Steve would own a chihuahua (go read the pet headcannon thing to see why I'm to lazy to explain) and dally and the chihuahua compete for Steve's attention.

Dally will be mean to that thing even if that's the last thing he does.

They have a secret handshake. But it's something so complex the others can even copy it. They tried. Didn't work.

Dally cuddles Steve more than he kisses him. Steve doesn't mind, he just thinks it's kinda funny tho.

Private dance competitions. That's it.

I love making these goofy guys cringy. It's amazing. I also wrote this in a trampoline park.

#the outsiders #my headcannons #stally #dallas winston #steve randle

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yespolkadotkitty · 4 years

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Catfish for Dinner

A dark!Catfish piece inspired by @pajamasecrets ‘ HCs here (and thank you for the beta!!). This will be a series of one-shots like my Hummingbird and Nightingale ‘verses.

My Asian OC has been tasked with infiltrating a dangerous weapons cartel undercover.

Warnings: Violence, insinuations of violence, and insinuations of rape.

Catfish for dinner, the note read. I stuffed it in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed without tasting. If anyone were to discover that Maria the cook had been passing messages to me…. my stomach whirled at the thought of what might happen to her.

What the note meant, I had no clue. I only had to stay alive until I found out.

Later that day, the buzz of a small plane interrupted a make-out session I was enduring with one of Cerrino’s lackeys. I didn’t dare look up; I continued moaning as if his mouth was a gift from God (it wasn’t).

The pilot of the little Cessna 172 appeared at dinner. The staff served their usual smorgasbord of mediterranean fish, steak, and vine leaves, with copious amounts of wine.

Cerrino stood and gestured widely. “Ah, at last, our new pilot,” he announced. “May he live longer than Nikolai.”

I swallowed, the wine like dust in my mouth, as I recalled the end Nikolai had met. Unsavoury was a severe understatement.

The stranger stood on the steps leading up to the big table, silent. A ballcap that read standard oil company was tugged low on his head, hiding his eyes. I got the impression of a strong jaw, scruffy at the edges, and broad shoulders. He wore a faded red button down and dirty jeans atop aged hiking boots.

“Meet Catfish,” Cerrino drawled, toasting with his glass. A little wine sloshed down out of the glass and on to one of the cartel lackey’s heads. He did not react; he knew better. “Before you sit at my table, I need to know you are loyal.”

Without preamble, he pulled a Glock 19 from his waistband and tossed it to Catfish. The tanned man caught it and checked the cartridge.

Cerrino yanked up the lackey he’d spilled wine on by the collar. The man’s dyed blond hair was streaked with red from the alcohol, a twisted sort of foreboding. “Kill him.”

The lackey started trembling.

My gaze was riveted on Catfish. He lifted his head and I caught his gaze for a fraction of a second - big soulful brown eyes that looked very, very tired.

He pulled the trigger. His hand didn’t shake. Not once.

A couple of lackeys came to clean up what was left of their colleague. Cerrino sat back down and stuffed a vine leaf in his mouth like he wasn’t covered in blood spatter.

Catfish had made a clean kill - a single headshot. But my stomach still rebelled. I covered it by taking a tiny sip of wine, holding the liquid in my mouth, and trying not to vomit.

“Come, sit.” Cerrino gestured to the space between me and another girl, also Chinese, her inky black hair pulled into a high ponytail. Cerrino and his fellow arms dealers seemed to have a thing for Asian girls. Not that I could complain. It was the reason I’d been able to infiltrate them, wasn’t it?

Catfish slid the pistol into the back of his waistband and moved over to our side of the table on silent feet, despite his rangy, muscular form. He wasn’t big, but lean and lithe. Dark hair curled out from under his ballcap. As he pulled out a chair and sat, I glimpsed a smattering of grey in the patchy scruff clinging to his jawline. His scent reached me, motor oil and clean sweat and just a kiss of thyme. A combination that could quickly become addictive, if a girl wasn’t careful.

One of the staff moved to pour him wine. He didn’t react.

I clenched my free hand on my thigh, nervous. Was this who Maria’s note had meant, and if so, was he going to say something?

“The house is yours,” Cerrino said across the table through a mouthful of oily fish. A little grease ran down his chin; he didn’t bother to swipe it away. “As are the girls. Any you like; I am generous to those who... remain loyal to me.”

The unspoken subtext in his words were crystal clear.

Catfish sipped his wine. His gaze darted to me and then to Abigail, the girl on his other side. She smiled at him nervously. Newer than me, she’d cried the day before yesterday and narrowly escaped a beating for it.

Abigail - not her real name, I suspected - met my gaze behind Catfish’s back, and shook her head minutely. She’d been a virgin when she’d arrived here-- I knew.

I hadn’t even breathed a syllable about my real intentions here to anyone. Even Maria, on agency payroll, wasn’t a hundred percent sure who I was-- only that I was important and that she was to feed me whatever information came her way.

Resolutely, I winked at Abigail. I would make advances on the man between us to save her from having to bed him. I let my gaze rake over him. Tall, rangy. Mid forties, perhaps? Those big dark eyes would be nice to look into while I pretended to enjoy myself. Over the last six months I’d become very good at pretending.

If I didn’t get out soon, the line between pretense and reality would blur even further.

Abigail’s face deflated in relief and she went back to picking at her food.

“What’s the matter?” Cerrino asked, his wine glass full again. “Those two not to your liking?”

I looked up and around the room. I had become used to this debauchery at dinner. Several of Cerrino’s inner circle had girls on their laps who fed them tidbits of food. Sometimes they fed us girls, either with their hands or directly from their mouths. That was my least favourite.

Cerrino’s right hand man, Addison, sat to his left, his tongue so far down a girl’s throat that he could easily have been examining her tonsils. I hated kissing Addison.

I’d been surprised an hour earlier when Abigail and I had been seated together, no man between us. Now I knew why.

Catfish set his wine down and drummed his finger on the table. If I was reading him right, he had no wish to dally with either of us, but I knew Cerrino when he was drunk. He liked everyone under the cartel’s influence to fall in with him; share his vices, be equally complicit.

“Kiss me,” I hissed.

Catfish’s dark brow winged up.

“Not Abigail,” I murmured, smiling through it as I leaned into him. “Me. Abigail is scared.”

If he understood what I meant, he didn’t show it. Instead, he gave me an almost imperceptible nod, and then pushed his chair back and tugged me on to his lap. I perched on his thigh as his arm came tight around my waist and he lifted his face for a kiss. I couldn’t read the emotion in his bottomless brown eyes--if indeed any emotion was present--but I’d rather it was me than Abigail, so I lowered my head and met his mouth.

He kissed me hard, licking into my mouth right away. He tasted of red wine and just a shiver of mint, and the scruff on his top lip tickled my skin. At any moment, I expected his free hand to come up and grope me, somewhere, anywhere, but he only kissed me, nipping my bottom lip as he ended the contact.

Cerrino had sat down to eat again, apparently satisfied. I knew what would happen now. I would have to go to this man’s room tonight. I would be at his mercy.

Dinner continued. Catfish held me on his lap, saying nothing, and I wondered if I would ever hear his voice. I kept replaying the moment he’d shot the lackey in my mind, like taking a life was nothing to him. If that was so, he truly belonged among these terrifying men.

I tried to eat. Catfish didn’t comment as I forced down a few bites of vine leaves and fish. The food was delicious as usual, spiced and savoury, and I gulped water. For his part, Catfish seemed to listen to the conversations between the men and Cerrino. His face seemed relaxed, but I could feel the tension coiled in his long, lean body as he sat beneath me.

I peeked over his shoulder. The Glock sat there, just a few inches from my arm around his neck.

Abigail saw the path of my gaze and shook her head minutely.

I could do it, though. I knew I could.

I just needed a distraction. Was I planning on shooting anyone right now? No. Of course not. But a gun, stashed somewhere in my tiny little room, that’d be something worth having. Even if it had only that one bullet in it. I could surely steal the correct ammunition from somewhere in this Godforsaken pleasure pit.

Humming as if I was having a grand time, I trailed my hand up Catfish’s chest, toying with the open neck of his button-down shirt. He didn’t outwardly react, but I saw a muscle in his cheek tic. I’ve got you, I thought, my fingers slipping over the hollow in his throat, as the palm of my other hand slowly descended down his back.

“Dancing with the devil, honey?” he asked, and the endearment was not said as such.

In that moment I realised two things: one - his face might be nice, but his voice, that husky-edged, kiss of Texas drawl, was made for absolute sin - and two, Catfish was a guy I wouldn’t be able to win over as easily as most of the one-brain-cell lackeys here.

“Just getting a taste of what’s to come tonight,” I lied, sweetly.

Catfish snorted. I noticed he’d barely touched his wine. Either he, like me, was here on false pretences, or, even more dangerously, he was one of them, but without the usual vices of women or alcohol to dull the edge of his more unsavoury appetites.

Which one it was, I would find out soon enough.

******

Part 2: Off the Deep End

Tagging: @emmy-dandiliom918 @spacegayofficial @thirstworldproblemss @cinewhore @poenariuniverse @keeper0fthestars @scarlettvonsass @casually-introverted @knittingqueen13 @phoenixhalliwell @10-96dispatcher @buckstaposition @agirllovespasta @songsformonkeys kiizhikehn-cedar

#dark!Catfish #frankie morales fic #francisco morales #triple frontier fic

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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Two thoughts for your garbage fire extraordinarie!

I would love hear your worst holiday lines for your unholy trinity! “Santa’s not the only packing a big sack,” etc!

Or, if you want a break from that shit lol. Here’s one of my personal Clyde HCs that you use as you please! Since you asked...

So, I’m not not super into dad kink myself, but I totally see Clyde as been like super dominant, but polite about it lol. Things like “maybe if ya tell me real nice why you think ya deserve to cum, I’ll let ya.” Or “now, ya just know how much I hate doin’ this to ya, darlin,’ but ya had to keep goin.’” “Ya know good n’ well that a lady’s supposed to say ‘please’ when she’s askin’ for my cock.”

I also think he’s a freak in the sheets with one of the filthiest mouths and I think he has a breeding kink! He’s gonna give you a lot more than just a present under the tree and he’ll make sure “your Christmas is gonna be extra white this year, lil’ darlin.’”

I feel ashamed.

FUCKIN OMG @safarigirlsp I LOVE THIS TIME OF THE WEEK BECAUSE OF THE DEPRAVITY BETWEEN OUR BOYS AND THEIR STUPID CATCHPHRASES! SO AS AN XMAS GIFT TO YOU AND EVERYONE SURROUNDING THE GARBAGE FIRE IM GONNA ANSWER ALL THE QUESTIONS FROM THESE CRAZY AU’S TO THE BEST OF MY CRACK BRAIN KNOWLEDGE!

HERE WE FUCKIN’ GO! 😂

Favorite one liners from our holy trinity....

The first being our resident Sea Fury, Capt. Flip SS “Blowhole” Zimmerman BDE, who now that I think about it must not really know what Xmas is, given that he sails the seas constantly and could give a rat’s ass about holidays in general. After all, he’s got treasure to find for himself and no time to dilly dally with stupid festivities such as Christmas.

Sure, there’s an occasional snow storm on the high seas, which freeze him and his crew’s dingle berries to raisins when it blows through, but there’s no lights surrounding the massive Jolly Roger, no festive music of any kind because he runs a tight ass ship, clean as a fuckin’ whistle at all times with no fuckin’ funny business, except in the case of fuckin’ around with you that is.

On the eve of the 25th, pirate time, the both of you are settled in your dining hall, a feast of succulent seafoods, baked to perfection via the resident cook on the ship, lay before your starving eyes.

Your clad in one of your synched corsets, hardly able to gulp down the wine he’d poured because the waist is knotted so damn tight, causing your tits to practically explode onto the table, like he would so badly welcome at this point.

He sits perched in his captain’s chair, dressed in his finest buccaneer garb, feathered hat and all, swirling his chalice as he devours your body with his eyes in the candle light.

Watching your every move as you choke down the drink, throat moving to push down the liquor as you take a deep inhale, expanding your gravid chest as you push your self more into the seating.

Noticing your boobs bounce with every motion you make to add food to your plate, the ebbs and flows of your soft tits as they beg to be set free from their cage.

His cock twitches in his pantaloons as he catches himself boring into your chest, clearing his throat to take a swig of his wine as well, before gathering himself back into reality.

“Where did ya go sailor?” chuckling as you watched him chug his spirits down his gullet, watching his Adam’s Apple bob as you salivated thinking about sucking a huge bruise on the appendage.

He forced the glass on the table, shaking the food as he exhaled from his gulps, gathering his thoughts for a moment and then turning back to your position, eyes darkened with mischief.

“I was... thinking,” he cooed, spreading his thighs wide, showing the mast that had erupted in his pants, “I heard the men conversing about this day being a special one of sorts,” taking his hat from his head to run his thick fingers through his hair.

“And?” you paused from taking a bite of shrimp before he continued further, “what does this have to do with what you were staring me down for Phillip?” cocking your head to the side as he watched your tits waver from your motions.

“I was thinking of making it a special one for us as well, my sweet siren,” cooing as he leaned himself closer to your side of the table, “what do ya say ya sit on ol’ captain’s mast and tell him your deepest desires?” coaxing a finger to lead you to his thick meaty thighs as you blushed, thinking about him impaling your pussy on his whale cock.

Now onto our noble land warrior, This Is Sparta...

I had to do some digging on this one because I know the Spartan’s had several festivals they celebrated because of their many Gods and Goddesses they worshipped and made sacrifices to... So, the closest I found was the tradition of Gymnopaedia (or the festival of naked youths as it’s translated) which is celebrated for over a week and honoring the three mythical beings Apollo, Artemis, and their mother, Leto and showcased bachelors and their marital and athletic capabilities (similar to the Olympics but naked) to the single women of the city of Sparta.

SO LET’S HAVE SOME FUN WITH BACHELOR WARRIOR FLIP SHOWIN’ OFF THE GOODS TO HIS BRIDE TO BE!

The streets were fraught with nude and glistening warriors of all abilities. Their bulging muscles, thick meaty thighs, and their endowments on display for all the thirsty women of the city to pick and choose their best suitors.

You sat perched in your spot as you surveyed the music and majesty before you. A face in a crowd of hundreds of hungry women, each devouring their male counterparts, itching to be filled with their potent seed as they tossed discus and arrows to show their strength and protective capabilities.

None of them were catching your eyes, however, even if they all were desperate for the attention, demonstrating their wares for the most beautiful woman in the village.

Each begging to be the apple of your eye, practically injuring themselves as they showcased their endurance and stamina to get you to pick one of them from the crowd of body oil and testicles.

You sighed, shooing away the suitors one by one, earning scoffs and side eyes from the other women, telling you to stop being so picky or else your womb will dry up from your negative outlook on the sea of cocks clouding your vision.

You craved something. You weren’t sure what it was, but you desired a man whom desired you in the least desperate sense. Who cherished your independence, your thoughts, your body, and your soul. None of these suitors were capable of fulfilling your womb in that sense, so you kept with the shooing as you searched for your perfect mate.

Suddenly, a valiant warrior appeared from the crowd, his muscles rippled and his cock swinging at attention as he made his way to the front of the line of men.

His hair and inky frame over his chiseled face as he bent over to grip the disc laying in wait, encircling the rock with his humongous hands as his back and legs flexed from him lifting the weight above his head.

Your womb ached as you watched him effortlessly throw the object further and more accurate than any of the other boys present during this festival of games, the heat causing a bead of sweat to form over your heaving tits clasped under your white robes.

He huffed as he descended from his perch, moving his way to the crowd of hungry women, each fawning over his size and strength as they clawed to get his attention.

He paid them no mind, zeroing in on your goddess-like posture, not giving him a single indication that you were interested, even if inside you wanted to scrape the ever loving fuck out of his thick pectorals.

Your eyes met as he trudged through the seas of desperate cries and declarations of love from the girls below you, pushing them off like flies as he came to your eye level.

You crossed your legs, pushing your chest out like the lady you were, not breaking eye contact with the brave soldier before you.

“Y/N,” he muttered out amongst the music and cheer, his face the picture of seriousness as he spoke it to you.

“Phillip,” you recanted back, smoothing your garment over your midsection, only to look back up to see his cock, half hard and leaned to the left, precum leaking from the tip as his pecs rose and fell from his glistening chest.

“Will you join me in a dance?” moving a large hand in front of him as he begged you with his darkened eyes, to move off your throne of sorts, “please,” his voice changed slightly in desperation for your delicate hand.

You sat there, taking in the moment as it came, moving a hand to envelope in his as you lifted your effervescent figure to come to his nude form, feeling his cock press against your thigh as he took you in his arms.

“This way my dove,” he calmly led you through the mess of scowls and scoffs from the other bachelorettes, knowingly irritated at the fact that you’d bagged the hottest and most fertile warrior in the city.

It was the best festival week of your entire life, ending with the betrothal between the both of you, sealed by the Gods themselves.

(I’m sorry there’s no funny catchphrase I couldn’t find a way to weasel it in this kind of story lmao, but I did say cock a lot so there’s that!)

And last but certainly not least, the Holy Ghost himself, Rootin’ Tootin’ Shootin’ Cowboy Rustler Flip Zimmerman (Huckleberry)

It was a good ol’ fashioned country Christmas on the homestead, complete with snow, ice, and of course you tied up on the dining room table being stuffed seven different ways to Sunday like a holiday honey ham.

You’d already sustained your precious cowboy mercilessly face fucking you, cumming an unholy amount deep in your throat, the remnants mixing with your saliva as you laid spread wide open on the wood furniture.

Your breath heaving from your chest as you begged for Flip to continue his holiday quest of stuffing you full of him for Christmas.

“P-please Phil!” you begged, exhausted and wishing he’d touch you in the spot you so badly craved, “I-I!” stammering as he chuckled above you, lighting a cigarette, with is cowboy hat atop his head, and his naked hulking body heaving from his attack on your precious mouth.

“Ya know I love it when ya beg ta be stuffed like a Christmas stocking ma sweet vixen,” inhaling a drag of sweet nicotine as he watched your cunt gasp for his cock, dripping in anticipation as he made himself hard again watching your asshole pucker from the air in the room.

“Yer lil’ pussy’s beggin’ for me ain’t she?” he exhaled a cloud, gripping his half hard dick, smearing the remnants of your spit on his girth as he threw his head back form his own touch, “beggin’ to be stuffed like that damn turkey in the oven,” he cooed, ashing his filter in the tray by the doorway, rubbing his hands together as he surveyed your pretty figure, laid out for him.

“She o-only wants y-you,” whining as you tried to wrench your head around to see where he’d found himself, hoping he was mere inches away from your heat as you writhed in your restraints.

“Mhmm,” he mused, running his thick hands on your ass, smoothing the skin as he reared one hand to slap it with all the might he could, the ripple from the heat of the blow causing an instant five-star to bloom on the pristine cheek.

“I love these honey hams a yours darlin’,” he cooed, slapping the other cheek to match its twin, “there so, juicy,” eyes growing dark as he drank in your whines from the pained blows you’d sustained.

Stilling your hips to prod his thick cock at your weeping hole, the pressure causing you to lose your ever loving mind as you felt him penetrate your walls with a painfully slow motion, making your cunt eat him centimeter by centimeter.

“P-Phil!” screaming out and begging for more friction, trying to break free from your expertly knotted ties on the legs of the table.

“Uh huh darlin’,” he tsked, still inching himself in as you cried out into the living room, “naughty girls don’t get presents, don’t ya remember how the song goes sugar?” he chuckled, stilling himself for what seemed like hours before he started his assault on your tight little hole.

HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. I CANNOT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I WROTE I HOPE IT’S DECENT ENOUGH TO BE WORTHY OF THE WHALE COCK VIBES!

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

#the holy trinity #captain blowhole #this is sparta #im your huckleberry #this is the most cracked out au #i need a cigarette #or five packs of them stat #ask the bead night #ask the beads

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imlostinsantacarla · 6 years

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HEADCANON’S FOR BEING DALLY’S GIRLFRIEND AND FALLING ASLEEP ON HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME:

Anonymous said: Welcome back! Can you do hcs for Dally's reactions when his girlfriend falls asleep on him for the first time? Thanksss

A/N: Thank you sooo much, lovely! It’s great to be back. Of course! Here they are, and it isn’t a problem whatsoever. Thanks so much for requesting, sunshine! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with and sorry that it took me awhile to post it. - Admin Kat 🌙❣

◾ Dally not realizing firstly, but once he does register that his s/o is sleeping, on him, he tenses exceptionally; uncomfortable in the primary moment.

◾ It’s not that a girl hasn’t fallen asleep on him before, it’s just the sheer fact that he’s not entirely sure how to approach this particular situation with you.

◾ He can’t go on playing with your hair, - especially when around people -. Dallas does have a reputation to keep up.

◾ Now, depending on his mood and whether he’s in public, or around the gang, - or on his own -, is how he would respond further.

◾ If he’s in a prominent foul mood then he’s likely to shrug you off.

◾ In a relatively good mood? He’d probably be more merciful and allow you to sleep, only to tease you about it later on.

◾ With the gang, he’d be more laid back, - whereas opposed to in public -, slumping an arm around you (yet again, this depends upon his mood in that particular moment): And would silence any possible teasing or wisecrack comments with his heavy icy eyes or a witty threat that he would certainly have no problem fulfilling.

◾ When Dallas is in public and you fall asleep on him, he’d be awfully conscious of other peoples eyes on both of you.

◾ Though he usually wouldn’t have any trouble showing that you’re his by having an arm over you.

◾ He’d totally have that famous Dallas Winston smirk/simper molded onto his countenance. (the cheeky shit.)

◾ If he caught anyone staring, laughing or making comments, I think he’d get them to stop, which may result in your waking to Dallas beating the shit out of some Soc or Greaser who dared to say a word or breathe a chuckle.

◾ He’d definitely be the sort to chuckle a little bit, which may or may not wake you up.

◾ Upon you awakening, he’d so tease you to a blushing mess.

◾ “And you’ve come back to the world of the living!” He’d boom suddenly.

◾ However, Dallas can also be quite impatient, I could actually imagine him messing with you when you’re sleeping, like; flicking your ear or cheek, or even messing up your hair to get you all mad when you wake up. He prefers you feisty, after all.

◾ “Dallas Freaking Winston!” You’d growl ferociously, groggy as can be, orbs barely open. But in all honesty, you would look more like a cuddly teddy bear than a hungry grizzly.

◾ “That’s my name, don’t wear it out, baby.” He’d snicker smoothly, acting oblivious to really piss you off.

◾ “I’m so gonna kill you!” You’s nip back powerfully.

◾ “Ooooooh! I’m shakin’ in my boots!” Dal would roll his irises moodily, yet his humorous expression would give him away totally. “Go back to your cat-nap before I go call your mom to come pick you up for your bad behavior.” This would really set you off to the moon!

◾ He certainly wouldn’t be the type to play with your hair, but he may have his mind wander, simply imagining it before angrily and silently cursing you for provoking the thought as no other broad had before.

◾ And also, he’d be hacking away at himself for even thinking of it. He wasn’t going to go soft for no one.

◾ “I swear, my arms wetter than the ocean.” He’d state tauntingly upon your awakening, looping his arm around your confused state.

◾ “Hmmmppff?” You’d hum groggily.

◾ “I’m talkin’ about your droolin’, (Y/N).” He’d laugh before muttering under his breath, “Damn, you’ve got less brain cells when you wake up. Who would’ve thought?”

◾ Whether you hear that last bit or not determines whether he get’s off Scott free.

◾ If you were in private and had fallen asleep on him, he would look at you, but not in any sappy sort of way. He may (after a lot of looking) notice that you look pretty peaceful and all, but it would never go beyond that.

◾ Dallas would certainly be the type to bite your neck to wake you up, and not always in the nicest of ways. He’s prepared for the consequences (whether naughty or nice) because he won’t be phased by any possible outcome.

◾ He would also whisper some dirty things in your ear before nipping your ear lobe. He knows that this is a way to wake you up, because it may get him what he wants.

◾ He can also tell when you’re trying to act like you’re still sleeping. Dal can just sense this sort of thing. He’ll definitely start annoying you then, and more than usual.

◾ “Dallas Winston!” You’d holler suddenly, forgetting that you were in public, so all eyes were on you. Furthermore to your dismay, Dallas would just be laughing along with everyone else.

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sorry-susan-theyre-all-gay · 7 years

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Hi. I was wondering if you could do HCs for dating a girl with brittle bones for the rest of the gang.

I’m so sorry once again if these are inaccurate and kinda short :/ and i’m also really sorry for the long wait

PONYBOY:-gets a lot of books and articles about the disorder to better educate himself -talks to other people about it to get advice from them -if she was hard of hearing he’d always have captions for movies turned on-“did you remember to take your medication?” -openly advocates for the disease to be more widely recognized and more talked about -gentle lip bites when kissing her -calls her ‘princess’ all the time -absolutely MELTS whenever she gives him hugs

SODAPOP:-A PROTECTIVE BOI -if she had weak teeth he’d only make her soft things to eat -in her favorite color of course -will yell at anyone who says anything rude and may even punch them on the spot -loves seeing her in his clothes because they’re so big on her and it’s very cute :) -super gentle massages ! -dances with her :D -shows off around her a lot??? like he’ll be working at the DX with her right there and he’ll just randomly flex -buys her beautiful jewelry!!

STEVE:-gets defensive if people ask intrusive questions-“don’t listen to them, babe. they ain’t got nothin’ better to do with their lives.” -gets SO NERVOUS if she falls or hurts herself -if she has to be hospitalized he visits her every day and tries to stay past visiting hours! -grabs her hand if she trips and spins her back to him-he is s m o o t h -loves when she sits on his lap!!! -soft gentle nose kisses and nuzzling -he loves to stargaze with her and will fall asleep with her in his car/in the trunk

TWO-BIT:-always trying to make her laugh when she’s upset -never EVER pokes fun at her disorder he’s not a complete asshat -loves her smile and thinks it’s so stunning -if she used a wheelchair he’d 100% decorate it and maybe put hot rod flames on it???-piggy back rides!!!-he never wants her to be sad about anything especially not her disorder so he tries to keep her as happy as possible -randomly buys her flowers?-tucks them behind her ear -also talks about her all the time! -“my girl? she’s flawless. most perfect girl in oklahoma.”

DALLY:-never bends down to kiss her, instead he lifts her up -has probably put her on his shoulders after a kiss once or twice -holds her bridal style all the time -this boi just loves to h o l d h e r -calls her his “teddy bear”-loves her body so so so much -spooning all night errynight -plays with her hair all the time -lets her sleep on top of him

JOHNNY: -truly believes she is the prettiest girl in tulsa and tells her that constantly -is just so infatuated with her??? -has pillows all over the place so if she trips she can land on something soft -rubs anywhere she might be in pain -comes with her to doctor’s appointments-never EVER bothered if she needs anything -hand kisses????? all the time????????????-convinced her to try greasing her hair -would definitely get her a “johnny’s girl’ t-shirt

if any of these could be taken as offensive or ableist please let me know, and i hope they’re ok otherwise

(requests are open!)

#anonymous #i did darry already!!#marisa does headcanons #headcanons #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #dallas winston #johnny cade #the outsiders #outsiders #the outsiders headcanons

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dally-baby-blog · 7 years

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I don't know if your doing HCs, but if you are can you do some about Dallas, Pony and Johnny all going on a triple- or trip, date with their girlfriends? Is that to weird? Lol

That’s not weird! Here ya’ go!!

-since they each have very different personalities it would take a while to figure out where you guys would go-it would also take a lot of convincing from everyone to have Dally agree to come-but he would eventually agree-Johnny would probably want everyone to go to like a cute carnival or arCADE get it? -it’s arCADE because his last name is Cade ;) -im sorry-I feel like Pony would want to go to the beach tho so there would be a lil disagreement -meanwhile Mr. Winston over here would want to have like a night out and go to bars and do #edgy thingz-nobody agreed-long story short the girlfriends decided on going to a drive-in and then later going to go get a bite to eat afterwards since it seemed like the only thing everyone could agree on-I feel like during the movie each couple would kinda be in their own world and only really communicate if something funny happened or whatever-but then at the diner they went to-everyone was having the time of their lives-like they would joke around and just enjoy each other’s company-it was wILD -at one point everyone was trying to see who can make Dally laugh the hardest after he INSISTED he was undefeatable-boi was he wrong-the second his girlfriend EXPOSED him and told everyone his weakness is that stupid thing people do with straws to look like a walrus-he would be straight up DESTROYED-ROASTED-SET ON FIRE from the #sick burnz he got from everyone (surprisingly mainly from Johnny)-In conclusion,,, it would be a great time and a memory that would last a lifetime 🙂

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johnnybby · 7 years

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dating darry headcannons?

!!! ;))

dating darry hcs

he’s def one to gush over u in front of the gang

and then steve or pony tellin u guys to get a frickin room

and soda getting trIGGERED cause pony is sassing darry

but darry doesn’t even respond he just laughs

“put a sock in it”

and pony and soda r relieved

you’re literally always @ the Curtises’ and ur a helpful lil nugget around the house & with his brothers

you’re gr8 w the younger curtis bros like yall are homies

he can b a real buzzkill but he 1000% lightens up when ur around

soda and pony are v thankful

not only bc they can get away with a ton of shit but bc they see darry lighten up and b a happy lil bean!!!

in order to look strong for the kiddos, darry is actually just fakin it till he makes it

& you’re the one who he really breaks down to when the going gets real rough

you’re always telling him to lighten up and take it easy bc he stays overworkin himself

darry dead loves the way u know exACTLY how he likes his coffee

and literally everYONE knows not to mess with u

like even dally doesn’t try shit cause he kn o w s

everyone also knows that if darry is driving, u will always ride shotgun, no questions asked

alwAYS i say

tbh yall dont have “sex”, yall make love

darry is suCh a sweetheart!!!1

eskimo kisses

nose kisses

forehead kisses

v passionate & slow kisses

kisses in general

omg AW

sleepin next to darry is a dream and sometimes a nightmare bc he likes his space and is just overall an unpredictable sleeper

like sometimes his snores are v soft and oml its so cute

but sometimes they’re louD AND VIOLENT and u will not sleep

always wanting to take u out to fancier restaurants and stuff

he’ll set aside cash, if he can, just to spend on taking u out

u cant argue w him about this

if he said he’s taking u out, he’s takin u out homie

but he’s automatically turned on when you get assertive ;)

you two are partners in crime dont get me started

normally he’ll leave soda and pony alone but when ur around…….get ready 4 some pranks

and 9/10 times it’s the other way around, like darry would get his ass pranked but my man is stressed so pranking the gang w his wonderful lover is a relief

in the summertime, when darry has off, there will b waterballoon fights at least once a week

“listen here. if one of you break a damn window, so heLP ME GOD, i will break you”

it gets wild but darry makes sure it doesnt get too wild

he’s always reminding u how much he loves u

and if he doesnt outright say “i love you”, he’s always reminding u to put on your seatbelt

or to take an umbrella

or he’s always asking if u want a bite of whatever he’s eating

or he’ll bring u one of ur fav sweets bc

“i saw this and i thought of u!! i know it’s your favorite!”

#darry curtis #darrel shaynne curtis #the outsiders

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