The Outsiders Imagines

This is a book of imagines of the gang of greasers, Steve Randle, Two-Bit Matthews, Darryl Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Dallas Winston and Ponyboy Curtis.


*not every chapter of this book will be dirty, some will be dirty and some will be sweet and cute.*

If you don't like it, simply leave. I will not be taking requests, so I apologize in advanced.

If you continue, just sit back and enjoy the ride.


- k xoxo


1. "Mine" (Dally)


It was Saturday night in Tulsa and you wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of your troublesome boyfriend, Dallas Winston. He was at the Curtis Brothers' house but you couldn't wait for him to come home so you could give him a little bit of lovin'.

You sat on the edge of your bed and tapped your fingers on the dresser, hoping Dallas would bust through the door and kiss your lips.

But that never happened.

You then thought of the possible things that could've happened to him:

"Excuse me, what was that?" Dally said to the Soc, turning slightly to the side so his ear was toward the seven Socs there.

"I said you are a wimp, Winston! Don't make me get my blade outta my pocket and slice your throat!" The Soc yelled, balling up his fists.

"Hey, Freddy, calm down, man." Another Soc told him, patting his shoulder, but Freddy brushed him off.

"Nah, let him do it. Maybe it'll give him some FUCKING BALLS!" Dally yelled and at that, Freddy pulled out his knife and slit Dally across the throat. Blood began to pour out like the Hoover Dam as Dally grabbed at his throat. He stumbled back and finally fell with a loud thud as the Socs all ran, leaving him to die.

Dally laid there, struggling to talk. His last moments were listening to nature at its best.

You scared yourself just thinking of that possibility, but it made you think.

What if that actually happened?

You then ran into the living room and grab the telephone, quickly dialing the house number.

At the Curtis Brother House

"And then I said to her, 'Hey, baby. Did it hurt when you feel from heaven or did you just get in a fire?' She slapped me and told me to go to hell. What did I say wrong?"

The boys all looked at each other, then, at Two-Bit while he looked around at his friends.

"What?" Two-Bit asked, with a look of confusion.

"Keith, you can't just say that to a girl." Ponyboy said, rubbing his temples.

"What did I say wrong? That's what Dally told me to say to her. He said chicks can't resist it." Two-Bit said.

The boys all looked at Dally, who was smoking a cigarette. He gave it one good drag and then, blew smoke.

"Well, Two, I honestly didn't believe you would be that stupid to actually think I was serious. Not that I care." Dally said, tapping the end of his cigarette.

"Dal..." Johnny whispered, nudging him with his elbow.

"What did you say?" Two-Bit asked, standing up.

Dally sensed the anger coming from Two-Bit. He chuckled, put his cigarette out, and looked up at him. "Look, don't get wise!" Dally yelled, standing up with a closed fist up at Two-Bit's face. Darry, Soda, and Steve all stand up and push them apart.

"Dal, lay off," Pony told him, struggling to hold him back.

"I would advise that listen to him because I am close to giving you a good beatin'," Two-Bit said, clenching his fists.

"What did you say, you little shit?" Dallas shouted as Two-Bit lunged at him.

"Stop! Don't start this. You two are fighting over something you said to a broad who probably forgot all about it by now." Steve said.

Two-Bit sighed and plopped down on the couch. "You're right, Steve."

Dally then sat down and sighed, "Sorry about that, Two. I overreacted."

"Apology accepted." Two-Bit said as he stuck his hand out, which Dally shook.

"Well, I am gonna get a beer, anybody want one?" Ponyboy asked. Steve, Two-Bit and Darry raised their hands while Ponyboy went to the kitchen.

The phone began to ring and Sodapop stood up. "I got it." He picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Hey, Pepsi-cola,” You said into the phone.

"Hey, little darlin'. How can I help you?" Sodapop said with a smile.

You couldn't help smiling but you quickly got it together. "I just need to know if is Dally okay?"

"Yeah, Dally's alright." Sodapop said. Dally shot his head up at the phone and stood up, walking over to Sodapop. "Wanna talk to him?" Sodapop requested.

"Yes, please,” You said, waiting for Dally's voice. Out the silence, you heard murmuring and then, all of a sudden, you heard the most sexiest voice say:


You sighed out of relief and continued to talk. "Hey. I was worried about you."

"I told you where I was going. What's going on?"

You laid down in the bed. "Nothing. Just all alone, waiting for you to come home. I miss you, Dal."

"But you know I gotta have time to myself, too." Dally said, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall.

"I know, I know, babe. But I just want you to come home. I miss your face."

"Unfortunately, I miss yours, too.” You smiled at that. "So, I'm coming home. Right. Now." Dally told you, "(y/n), stop worrying so much, you gotta chill with that." Dally said.

"I know, but can you do something for me?" You said.

"And what would that be?" Dally asked.

"Tell me you love me." You said.

Dally looked back at the boys and then, at the phone. He got really close to the phone. "I love you," he whispered and hung up the phone.

Dallas put the phone on the holder and turned around, only to be met with the gang looking at him. "I love you, too." Steve said, mocking him. The gang burst out into laughter, laughing like a pack of hyenas. He turned bright red like a tomato out of anger. He quickly grabbed his jacket and walked towards the door. The boys continued laugh as Dally shook his head and walked out the door. The boys ran outside and went around his car, making kissy noises. Dally sped from the Curtis house, almost burning out his tires.


Dallas went into your house and boomed up the stairs. He busted through the door as you shrieked.

"I hope you are happy now. Because you wanted me to be here. And now they are making fun of me, those punk," Dally complained, pacing.

You furrowed your brow. "And it's my fault because..."


jumped at the tone of his voice. He yelled at her. Dallas Winston, the one who promised to take care of you, yelled at you because he admitted he loves you. Were there regrets now?

As he rambled on, you slowly walked up to him and when you stopped in front of him, he stopped talking and looked at you.

"What do you want?" Dally said.

"I have a question," Dally raised his eyebrows, "If you didn't want them to hear it, why did you say it?" You asked.

Dally looked at you as his eyes softened and sighed. "Because I guess I wanted to make you stop worrying." Dally mumbled. "Maybe I don't." Dally barked.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "For Christ's sake, Dal, you could at least pretend to love me. I have been your girlfriend for 2 years. I deserve that much," You said.

Dally sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Look, I didn't mea-"

"No! I have fallen in love with you and I get nothing in return?" You asked, waiting for a response. Dallas opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. "Fuck you, Dallas Winston," You mumbled as grabbed your bag and headed for the door. Dally reached out and grabbed your arm, pushing you into the wall.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dally's asked, getting close to your face. Your body was sandwiched between the wall and Dally's body.

"I am leaving," You said.

"The hell you are. You ain't going nowhere, doll. You are mine," Dally said, crashing his lips into yours. He roughly kissed you as he slipped his tongue in, exploring your mouth. He walked you to the bed until he sat down and you straddled him. He laid back and you kissed him, even rougher. Dally flipped you, so you were underneath him. He kissed your neck and sucked on your soft spot. You wrapped your legs around his waist and grabbed his shoulders.

"F-fuck,"You moaned as he massaged your chest. He pulled his shirt off and you followed his actions. This continued until you two were both completely naked. He dragged his kisses down until he finally reached his personal paradise. He frenched your clit with his mouth and he stuck his middle finger inside, pumping it fast.

"Holy shit," You whispered as you tightly gripped on the blankets. You latched onto his brown locks and arched your back. He looked you in the eyes as he fingered you roughly. "Oh, Dally, please," You whined.

"Please what? I can't do anything you say unless you tell me what you want me to do." Dally teased, pumping a little slower.

"I wa- ahhhhhh," Your words slowly slurred as you became drunk on his love.

"What was that?" Dally asked.

"I want you inside me, baby," You said with a breathy moan. Dally smirked and pulled his finger, licking up the substances remaining.

Dally teased your entrance with his tip. You groaned and confronted him.

"Dally, please stop teasi-"

You were interrupted with Dally slamming into you. Dally closed his eyes and moaned. "God, it feel so fucking good." He slammed into you again as you let out a scream. "You belong to me. You are mine and no one else's. You go where I say to go." You whined at the feeling of him slamming into you again.

"Oh, yes." You moaned, dragging your nails against Dally's back.

"Only I get to touch you," Dally said, slamming into you, "No one else." You curled your toes as you felt your climax coming like an avalanche.

"Dally, I'm gonna come," You told him as he continuously pounded inside of you.

"What's my rule?" Dally asked, grabbing the headboard with one hand.

"I don't come unless Dally tells me to," You replied as Dally pounded into you, which resulted in a loud scream.

"Please, Dal," You pleaded.

"Please what? I told you. I can't give you anything if you don't tell me what you want me to do.” Dally asked, continuing to pound into you with a smirk on his face.

"Please let me cum," You asked.

"Hold on, I'm coming right behind ya," Dally told you as he sped up his strokes.

"Oh, my fucking God," You shouted, scratching at Dally's back.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck," Dally groaned. You felt him twitch a little bit, indicating he was getting ready to come.

"Uhhhh," You moaned loudly.

"Come on, (y/n). Just a little bit more!" Dally shouted. You rolled your eyes in the back of your head, trying so hard not to come. "WHOSE ARE YOU? SCREAM IT, (y/n)!" Dally demanded.

"DALLAS FUCKING WINSTON," You shouted as you both came at the same time.

"THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT," Dally shouted as you both came off your highs and Dally slowed his strokes down until they came to a slow stop.

Dally collapsed on top of you and you were both breathing heavily. He sat up a little and kissed your lips softly to your surprise.

"I love you, Dal," You said, running your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, I know, doll," He replied.

"Dallas!" You said, smacking his head.

"Okay, okay. I love you, too," Dally admitted, smiling at you.

You two shared another kiss and Dally laid on his back while you laid head on his shoulder.

"You know you are mine, right?" Dally reminded you.

"I think that proved it," You said.

"Eh, you could've done better. You came really early for being my gal," Dally said, emphasizing you.

"Is that a challenge, Mr. Winston?" You asked, sitting up.

"Alright, here is the deal, if you cum first, you have to be my slave for three days," Dally said, winking.

"And if you cum first, I get to drive your car for a week," You said, smirking at him.

"A week?" He looked at the ceiling, "God, please don't let me cum first," He pleaded. He brought his lips to you as you two went for another round.

(A/N) Part 2??

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