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phoenixnewton · 7 months

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Dating Ponyboy Headcannons

- He always smells of cigarettes. After a shower? Still there. He’ll always have a faint hint of smoke in his scent. But you didn't mind, it was comforting in a way. It's never overpowering, just subtle and strangely sweet.

-You'll always feel greasy after you see him. That boy slatheres the stuff on his hair religiously, especially when he knows he's seeing you. He's obsessed with his hair, like crazy about it. Ever since the blond grew out and it regained its length he hasn't let Darry cut it. But you like it like that. (Although you can never resist running you hands through it when it's fluffy after a shower.)

-Hes obsessed with books. You've always known that, but ever since you started dating him you realised just how much he did. Sometimes, when he'd really like a line or phrase he'd say it all the time- it was endearing really, especially when it was something romantic and he'd whisper it in your ear.

-When Darry would let you sleep over (a rare accurance that got more regular when Pony got older), you two would lie in bed together. You'd lie with your head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breaths, as he'd read to you. With one hand he'd run his fingers threw your hair, lulling you to sleep with his voice and touch.

-Whenever you were with the gang you and Pony would be teased relentlessly. It seemed no matter how long you two had been together, the jibes never stopped. Steve and Two-Bit were the worst, they'd always make suggestive comments that would make the tips of Pony's ears red.

-Ponyboy would be a hopeless romantic. He was sappy like that, but so were you. Whenever he'd take you on a date he'd always bring you some flowers- red roses do course, and greet you with a delicate kiss.

-His kisses were the best. Nothing could compare to the passion he managed to put into them. It didn't matter if it was a greeting peck, or a deep long kiss shared in bed- he'd always leave you breathless.

-Pony would draw you all the time. He thought he was sly about it, but you always caught him in the act. His favourite one of you, he'd drawn the night you both first said “I love you”. He’d pinned it to the wall above his bed. You could tell he was proud of it.

-In his wallet he kept a photo of you. It had been taken during one particularly beautiful sunset (one that Ponyboy admitted he'd hadn't being paying much attention to). You looked radiant. He thought he was the luckiest guy in the world whenever he saw it.

-Whenever Pony played a record, he'd always ask if you'd like to dance. You two could sway for hours only pausing to kiss once in a while.

-One of his most endearing qualities was how flustered be got. One time, very early in the relationship, he walked in on you getting dressed, his face got so red for moment you thought he was going to faint.

-It took a while for you two to reach the intimate side of your relationship. You were both virgins, and obviously very inexperienced. (However, Pony sure knew a lot more than you did thanks to the gangs very detailed endeavours he'd heard about.) When it came down to it you were both very nervous- but excited to.

-Pony was beyond gentle with you. And God, was he a generous lover. He got more satisfaction out of pleasing you than he did himself.

-Praise kink. He'd enjoy nothing more than telling how good you feel, how well you're taking him and how sexy you looked. “Good Girl.”

-Private Pony and Pubic Pony were two vastly different people. In public he was always reserved in manner and soft-spoken but behind closed doors was another matter.

Ponyboy was very verbal during sex. He wouldn't be afraid to tell you how good you made him feel, his grunt and moans were never held back. He'd whisper in your ear as he thrusted into you, dirty words that he'd never mutter in public.

-When it came to foreplay he could spend hours worshiping you. Dragging out your whimpers and moans like he was playing a finely tuned instrument. He was a quick learner and knew exactly what to do to leave you screaming his name. He'd lazinly eat you out, his strong arms holding down your bucking hips as you'd beg and plead for him to let you cum.

-He'd be a sucker for overstimulation and you can't tell me otherwise. He tsk at you when you'd whimper in overwhelming pleasure, pushing you further till you'd fall over the cliff of orgasm again and again till the only thing you'd remember was his name.

-Pony would be unexpectedly dominant and not afraid to show it when he was aroused. Sometimes he'd fuck you, hard and fast, when the gang sat around downstairs. It would feel too good, your moans would be tumbling from your lips before you could stop them and in that moment you wouldn't care if they could hear you. It seemed like Pony actually wanted them to- he'd never tell you to quiet.

-Sometimes the roles would reverse. He'd never admit it, but when you rode him deep and slow, he'd do anything for you. He'd look at you, worshipping whatever part of you he could get his hands on, as you held his heart in his hands. He'd whimper and whiny when you'd slow your hips, teasing him just as he was on the edge.

-He's obsessed with your breasts. Like he couldn't resist sucking your nipples to hard points whenever you two made love, or twisting them as he thrusted into you hard from behind.

-Missionary all the way. He loved to see your face as you came, it would always kickstart his orgasm.

-The one thing that never failed to turn him on was when you wore his clothes. Especially his shirts. He loved when you wore just a shirt and panties, so you'd flash him everytime you moved too fast. He'd only let you dress like that when you two were home alone. He didn't want any of the gang or his brothers seeing you like that- you were for his eyes only.

-Most importantly of all, he'd remind you every day how much he loved you and adored you. He always says how he couldn't live without you, and it scares you just easily you agree.

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phoenixnewton · 7 months

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Bloodied Lips

Ponyboy Curtis

Warning: smut

There was something about a bloodied lip that made my heart flutter.

The gang had just gotten back from a rumble and Ponyboy's face seemed to have taken the brunt of the fight. His right eye was swollen and already turning a blueish colour and his lip was split badly in the corner.

I was sitting on the kitchen counter of the Curtis house, with Ponyboy standing between my legs as I dabbed at his bloody lip with a damp towel. His hands were placed on my knees, the hold gentle. He was looking straight at me, but I avoided his gaze as I cleaned up his face. I couldn't risk falling into his eyes when there were so many people around.

“You need to be more careful, Pony.” The reprimand fell on deaf ears. I chanced a look up, freezing when I saw the heavy look in his eyes. I knew that look. I knew it all too well.

Recently, I couldn't pinpoint when something had shifted in our relationship. Sure, we'd been dating for a while. Hell- I'd known the boy since we were little kids. There was a new side of Pony, one of me too, that thirsted for more than innocent kisses.

I swallowed heavily. Pony finally decided to say something. “You look real pretty tonight, love.”

I looked down again, blushing heavily. I'd never get used to his compliments. Pony squeezed my knees gently so I'd look back up. He was smirking at me, he looked pained because of the cut on his lip. “Be careful, Pony. You'll reopen the cut again.”

“I don't care about that.” He leaned closer to me, his hands sliding up my thighs as he did so. My skirt was dangerously high, and if anyone walked in on us now we would never hear the end of it. His lips brushed gently against mine, teasing them softly. “You know, I like you wearing that shirt.”

My blush deepened and Pony finally connected our lips. The kiss was feverish and passionate, I threaded my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him impossibly close to me. I remembered then that I was wearing his shirt, one of his actual ones that wasn't a hand-me-down. I'd never expected his reaction to be like this… he seemed almost crazed, capturing my lips like he was claiming me.

“Pony…” I gasped out as he pulled away to breathe. His lips trailed down my neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. My mind went foggy, and any train of thought I had went out the window. His hands grabbed ahold of my waist, dragging me across the counter so our hips were flush. “Pony…” I tried again, gasping out a moan.

Finally, with what seemed like a monumental effort, Ponyboy pulled back. His face was flush, still bloodied and bruised but he didn't seem to care about the pain. He shook his head to clear his and looked towards the open doorway. There was laughter coming from the living room, and I knew that any minute now we’d be interrupted.

Ponyboy too seemed to come to that realization. He took me by the hand, and together we tiptoed through the kitchen. He shot me a devious grin and walked proudly into the living room, heading straight for the staircase. My face was already flushed, but when the catcalls started it got worse than I ever thought possible.

“Woooh! Go Pony! Get some!” Two-Bit shouted drunkedly. I couldn't tell what was said after that, although it was probably Darry telling him off, for Pony shut the door to his bedroom behind us.

I swallowed thickly. This was new, unexplored territory.

Ponyboy's hormone-driven confidence seemed to waver as the silence of the room encased us. Both our breathing was laboured- and it wasn't from exertion. I closed the gap between us. “Is this what you want, Pony?”

His Adam's apple bobbed. “I want you, darlin'. That I'm sure of. Do you want this?”

My blush deepened and I dug deep to find every scrap of confidence I could find. “I do. I'm ready.”

With a nod and a goofy smile, Ponyboy kissed me. It was almost the same as the ones we'd shared in the kitchen, but there was something more primal about this. It was hungry and demanding. His hands roamed me freely, threading through my hair and slipping up my shirt. Sure, we'd fooled around before. But we'd never gone all the way. Something told me that this was it.

I gasped as the back of my legs hit the bed. Without directions I let myself fall comfortably amongst the sheets. Ponyboy followed me, catching himself before he landed on me. I slid my hands underneath his shirt, feeling the hard muscles there from all the tracks he ran. “Off,” I said.

With a smirk, Pony stripped himself of his shirt carelessly throwing it across the room. As he came back down I straddled him, a bold move on my part, and stared to kiss his neck. He groaned softly and I swear it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. I could feel his hands teasing the hem of my shirt (his shirt), so I ripped it swiftly over my head. His eyes went comically wide as he took in my braless chest, his hands twitched with the need to touch me. “Can I?”

“Please…” I gasped as he leant forward capturing a nipple in his mouth. It was a move I wasn't expecting, and my back arched impulsively in reaction. Ponyboy lapped at my breasts like a starved man, sucking and biting my sensitive nipples. Whatever one he wasn't caressing with his tongue he massaged with his hand, tugging and twisting them to see what sounds he could drag from my mouth. “Oh god… that feels so good.”

Pony looked up at me through his eyelashes. “Oh yeah? You like that?”

My legs clamped around his hips in reaction to his words. Already I could tell Pony was gonna be verbal- and I sure wasn't complaining. I could feel myself getting wetter, and if this didn't progress soon I was going to combust. “Pony please…more.”

With a remarkable display of strength Pony flipped us, so this time he was hovering over me. One hand teasingly played with the waistband of my skirt, the other slid underneath bunching it up past the point of decency. I was thankful that I decided to wear a nice pair of pants today. Pony peeled the skirt down my legs, drinking in the sight of my bare thighs and scantily covered cunt. I could feel myself dripping and I wondered passingly if he could already tell. He groaned under his breath as he stroked a finger experimentally down my panties. “You're so wet, darling.”

I whimpered slightly as he slid down the bed so he played on his stomach. He started to kiss up my thighs, working on the skin and undoubtedly leaving hickies in his wake. “Please… do something,” I begged as the relentless teasing continued. I was so wound up I was virtually withering on the bed.

At last, Pony slipped his finger under the frilly waistband and pulled them down my legs. I heard a sharp intake of breath and a low groan before I felt his hot breath on my most sensitive parts. “Oh sweetheart, you are so beautiful.” My heart clenched painfully, and I remembered just how much I loved him. I wanted to tell him, but that would have to wait because the next moment I felt his lips make contact.

Ponyboy lapped experimentally at my dripping wet cunt. The noise was intense and so were my moans. I wondered briefly where he even learned to do this, but in that moment I couldn't have cared. His mouth alternated between sucking at my clit and giving it fast laps with his tongue. My hands were fisted in the sheets and my head was turned to the side so I could muffle my moans in the pillow- heaven forbid someone heard us. But Pony didn't care.

“Let me hear you love,” he said, barely stopping his ministrations to do so. The vibrations made me moan his name- I was certain the whole of Tulsa heard me that time. My legs began to shake, and Pony had to hold down my hips to stop them from bucking.

“Fuck! Pony please…” I gasped as his mouth worked wonders. “Oh god…”

“Are you gonna cum?” Ponyboy looked up at me through hooded eyes, and for a moment I could never have known he'd never done this before. He looked like some kind of sex-god. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

That was all it took. I never knew till that moment that I was weak to praise. I came with a shout of his name, moaning an incoherent jumble of words that almost sounded like a prayer. Perhaps it was just Pony that could make me break like that. There were a lot of things he was an exception to.

For a minute I was certain I blacked out. The next thing I saw was Pony hovering over me, a shit-eating grin on his face. He stroked my hair gently, pulling away strands from my sweaty face. “Damn. Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

The bot flushed deeply. “The guys overshare sometimes.”

I took one last deep breath and sat up. The bulge in his jeans was prominent. I made a move to return the favour, but Pony's hands shot out to stop me. “You don't have to.” he rushed to say.

I frowned confused. “But I want to.”

Instead of answering, he blushed deeply and scratched the back of his neck. “I... I mean of course I'd like you to, but you see… I don't know if I'll last if we…you know, do that first.”

I giggled. “That's okay, Pony. We’ll skip that bit yeah?” I leaned forward so my lips were against his ear, “Besides there's always a next time.”

Before I knew what had happened, Pony knocked me down back to the bed. I giggled again as I bounced, I was feeling giddy in the aftermath of my first orgasm. Pony made quick work of his jeans and his boxers, letting his length spring free. I gulped at the size of it. “Oh…”

Ponyboy frowned, seemingly taken aback by my reaction. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing! I..just didn't expect you to be so…big. How is it going to fit?”

Pony grinned and kissed me sweetly. “I'll try not to hurt you, love. I promise.” He reached into his bedside cabinet took out a condom- I didn't question it, and slid it on with a hiss. His cock was red and throbbing, the tip a dark purple. He was painfully hard and I feel bad he'd taken care of me first and neglected himself. I nodded in agreement as he looked at me questioningly, still weary but I was certain that he'd never hurt me unintentionally. And besides, I knew it was gonna hurt the first time.

The streetlight outside the window flashed, before blacking out completely. There was an eerie red glow to the room as its backup generator kicked in. I noticed then that the cut on his lip had reopened and was leaking blood sluggishly. Ponyboy seemed to notice too, as he touched my lips with a feather-light touch. He took them back and I could see the crimson liquid on his fingertips where it must have transferred onto me when we were kissing. “Does it hurt, baby?” I asked him, pulling him closer to me so I could get a better look.

“Not at all,” he whispered breathlessly. He connected our lips in a lustful kiss and for the first time, I noticed the metallic taste of blood. I didn't mind.

Pony ran the tip of his cock between my folds, coating it in my juices. At long last, he pushed in gently. His lips met mine in a loving kiss as he did so, mumbling words of praise in my ear. He interlaced his hand with mine, pinning then above my head as broke my hymen with a quick thrust, before filling me to the hilt. I gasped in shock, freezing as I allowed myself to get used to the feeling of being so full.

“Fuck… so tight. You're squeezing me like vice, darlin'. Taking me so well.” Pony's voice was strained and raw. I could tell he was struggling to hold back.

I jerked my hips against him, impaling myself deeper on his cock. We moaned simultaneously. “Pony please… I'm ready.”

Pony nodded and started to thrust slowly, dragging his hips backwards before slamming back into me. He was letting out grunts under his breath, and the odd moan came tumbling out every time I clenched around him. Our hands were all over each other, frantically making every part of us touch- to connect us as much as humanly possible. I could feel the veins on his cock stroking my velvety walls, and I knew I was close.

He did too, and for the next second his thumb began to rub fast circles on my swollen clit. “Faster!” I moaned out, my nails dug into his back. Pony hissed and his hips quicked and his thrusts became impossibly deeper. “Oh fuck…Pony.”

“That's it. Are you gonna cum on my cock?” Pony lowered his forehead to mine, our eyes fixed on one another. All I could see was love, coated in thick lust. “You gonna be a good girl and cum all over me?”

I whimpered as I felt myself tighten. I was so wet the noise of our slapping skin was obscene. Down my thighs, I could feel my slick dripping and we'd undoubtedly made a mess of the sheets. Ponyboy circled my clit harder and I came with a shout of his name. I felt his hips stutter as I did so, indicating that he too was reaching his peak.

I moaned softly as he pulled out. The emptiness feels awful after being so deliciously full. Ponyboy was panting beside me, and I knew I sounded just as bad. I rolled over, slugging my arm across his sweaty chest and laying my head on his shoulder.

“How was that for the first time?” he asked, already lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.

“Pretty good. Pretty damn good, baby.”

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