#⋆. d.w 𐙚 ˚

[browneyebby]

i think what makes dallas winston so attractive is his lack of personal space, especially around the girl he likes. . .

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you were sort of flattered, honestly. you knew you shouldn’t be. dallas winston was a bad person. he carried a heater around, he jumped young boys and senior citizens, he stole, fought, cussed — he was everything you weren’t. and, to make matters worse, he was a greaser. but god, the amount of attention he gave you… it was almost dizzying. if you were a cat, you would be on your back all flirty, begging for him to scratch you more.

you acted as if it didn’t matter to you, ‘it’ being the attention and dallas himself. whenever you were alone and he’d talk to you, you’d be nice enough. you’d talk to him, making casual conversation about the weather or plans later. all he could ever notice was the way your lashes batted up at him, or how you’d stutter a bit whenever he would interrupt you. you were cute. which is why, whenever he saw you, his big hands were all over you. they’d caress your waist, massage your shoulders, fiddle with your hair or a new necklace he’d notice on you. he’d hold your belt loops, your hand. everywhere you could think of. you’d never stop him when you’re alone.

when you’re with friends, on the other hand, you’re a bitch (at least that’s what dally says). you adorably paw him off of you, calling him a slimy greaser, or a pervert. of course, just like you, he preens when he gets attention. but unlike you, it doesn’t matter if the attention is good or bad. you could cut off his dick and he’d still smirk at you in wonder, and not take a hint. it doesn’t matter if you push his hard chest, or stomp on his shoe, or call him names. he loves it. even though it’s just a show in front of your friends, he wouldn’t even care if it was for real. if you actually hated him this much. you were adorable to him.

“dallas winston, leave me alone!” you whine to him one day while you’re shopping on the main strip of town with your spoiled friends. “such an asshole, take a hint,”

he had come up to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “you look pretty today, don’t ya baby?” he ignores your words, fiddling with the strap of your dress. “new dress? suits you,”

“thank you,” you murmur. “now let me go, please.”

“why?” he asks, pulling you closer.

“‘cause this is harrassment.” is your answer. “wanna get thrown in jail again? huh?”

“push me away then, you’re a strong girl,” he taunts.

you don’t hesitate elbowing him away, and he stumbles back, smiling. god, he adores you. that brief amount of willing contact on your end was enough to make his brain go fuzzy. “now go away, winston, m’busy,” you repeat again. the sound of your angry stomps is like music to his ears. the click-clack of your kitten heels feels like a hypnosis.

“miss ya already!” he calls out as you glance back at him. you bite the inside of your cheek and looks away again.

your interactions with him tend to stick with you for the entire day. you like his attention, as previously mentioned, and you miss when he’s not bothering you. you like the surge of annoyance you get when he embarasses you in front of your friends. this conversation with him is especially memorable, and for one apparent reason — you feel guilty for pushing him anyway. you wish you could’ve cuddled into his side, walked with him while he talked to you and teased you.

you hate the way you miss his attention, but you can’t help it. because when dallas winston gets within three inches of you, the high you get is worse than any other drug. you get addicted. and unfortunately, him and his two hands have hooked you. it’s just what he wants.

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[browneyebby]

༉‧₊˚. “ greenlight “ by tate mcrae — (fem) prissy!reader x d.w

“ two chains hangin’ off your neck when you kiss me,

so strange, who’d’ve thought we’d get here with our history? “

( cw: kissing/making out, cussing, brief mention of prostitution (joke tho lol))

god, you were such a soc. your room was covered in piles of delicate clothes and lace, the walls were painted a gorgeous light pink, and you had a fresh bouquet of flowers ever time dallas would come visit (which was very often). so dally finds himself wondering every now and then how he even likes you. you were against everything he stood for, you were so prissy compared to a rugged man like him. but our dallas winston did always seem to have a soft spot for pretty soc girls, didn’t he?

he remembers why he likes you in moments like this — when you’re underneath him, and his pink lips are on yours. your freshly-done hair is getting ruined as you lie against the pillow, manicured hands in his greasy hair. he adores having you like this, he adores infiltrating your spoiled and feminine life. he feels like such an outcast in your world, but he likes it that way. he likes being stared at by judgemental kooks and greasers alike, wondering how someone like you ended up with someone like him. he loves the attention, and it’s all worth it when he gets to hear your voice whimper out a “dal,” whenever he bites your lower lip too hard.

his forearms rest on either side of your pretty face, viens buldging in the most sexy way possible as he cages you under him. “god, you’re fuckin’ perfect, aren’t ya?” he drawls quietly as he kisses your cheek.

you giggle, often having reactions like that when he compliments you. “i know,” you say back, going to capture his lips again with a peck.

“yeah, trust me doll, i know you know,” he says after you kiss him, his brown eyes looking down at you, and his perfect mouth shaped into a breathless half-smile. “silly soc,” he mutters, moving to lie beside you. he lifts his arm so you can go under it and rest against his side.

“dirty greaser,” you playfully say back to his quiet dig, not taking offense to his.

he scoffs and lights a cigarette, letting out a breathy chuckle to your comment before taking a hit. he’s quiet for a bit as he does so, and when he’s finished after a few seconds, he speaks again. “you know,” he starts, clearing his throat from the smoke. “we’re not even meant to be dating, a’ight? least y’could do is be nice to be, sweetcheeks,”

you roll your eyes but keep your smile. “oh please, give me a break,” you say. “you’re not nice either. so you could do the same, and put out that cigarette in my room to start the process. told you so many times i don’t want it to smell like smoke in here,”

“fuck nah,” he puts it in between his teeth again. “c’mon doll, if you’re datin’ a greaser then you gotta accept our culture,”

“‘culture’ my ass, it’s an addiction, it’s not good for you,” you poke his chest. “listen to your girlfriend, dal, isn’t that the first thing darry taught you when you dated sylvia?”

“hey, sylvia was a bitch, darrel didn’t give a fuck if i was a bitch back.”

you sigh and rest your head on his chest, giving up the playful argument for now. your lips were swollen and all you wanted to do was either keep kissing him or take a nap. you fiddle with his silver st. christopher aimlessly as you speak again after a couple moments. “don’t you think it’s weird that we’re together?” you ask him.

“yeah,” he mutters, shrugging as if it’s nothing.

you pout, having expected him to say something like ‘no’ or ‘what’s that supposed to mean?’, not an immediate agreement. “what? why?”

“you know why, s’why ya asked,”

“well— i just didn’t think you’d agree so fast.” is your response.

another shrug. “c’mooon,” he drawls. “every fuckin’ idiot here knows it’s weird, so it would be sad if i didn’t. you’re a spoiled soc, and i’m a greaser. one o’the bad ones, too, i’m not tolerated like pony or johnny,”

“…yeah, guess so. but i tolerate you,” you murmur.

“you’re a sweetheart, that’s why,” he explains his point while complimenting you.

“thanks dal,”

he takes a final hit of his cigarette, and then uses your pretty pink ciramic jewlery tray on your bedside as an ashtray as he sets it down. “now c’mere,” he changes the topic and pulls you on top of him. “think we’ve got some unfinished business, don’t we, sweetheart?” he asks, using the earlier nickname on you again.

your smile is back instantly as you nod, painted nails and pristine fingers instantly finding their way in his brown hair and on his chest. “mm, only if you buy me a milkshake after,” you tease, knowing you’ll kiss him regardless.

“god, got a prosititute of a broad, don’t i?” he’s smiling anyway, though trying to feign annoyance. “you think i’ve got the money for that?” he pokes your side playfully. “c’mon, honey, kiss your man,”

so you comply, glossy lips finding his once more. you could go without a milkshake, as long as you were with your dallas.

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[browneyebby]

how do u think prissy and dally met?

hmmm i think they met at the drive-in !!!

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she drove up in her light pink convertible that her dad bought her. her hair was done up and her makeup was on point. she was wearing a light purple babydoll dress. she was a total soc, and dallas was hooked. he thought she looked too spoiled and stuck-up for her own good, but something about girls like that makes him want them even more.

he walked up to her from one of the seats he snuck in to, all smiles as he leans on the car. “hey, baby. god, you’re a real doll of a broad, aren’t ya?” are his first words to her. surprisingly, she doesn’t get mad, she doesn’t even blink. she just smiles as if that’s the best thing she’s ever heard.

“thank you so much! you’re cute too. what’s your name?”

“dallas winston.”

“are you from new york?” she asks.

“yeah, yeah, i am, baby,” he confirms.

“can you say coffee?”

he says it in his iconic brooklyn accent. she giggles and it’s his new favourite song. “oh my gosh, that’s so cute! cawfee,” she mocks. “hey, um, my date bailed on me, do you want to sit? or are those your friends over there?”

“eh, barely know ‘em,” he lies as he glances over at ponyboy and johnny.

he sits in the passengers seat of her car, and the rest is history!

[browneyebby]

popstar!reader loves rapper!dallas’s tattoos … especially the one on his v-line ♡

( cw: suggestive , blowjob , hickies . consume at ur own risk !!!!! )

you could catch a glimpse of it every time he wore low-rise pants, which was often. the ink was black, letters written in cursive, and the tattoo contained your initials. there was a heart beside them, just in case people didn’t get the message that those few letters meant that he was smitten.

of course, when paparazzi found out about the tattoo, and took photos for the entire world to see, it went viral. after three months of you and dallas’s relationship being public, he’s tattoed you right above his appendage. that says a lot.

you adored the tattoo. maybe you’re a bit self-absorbed, but the thought of your initials being permenantly engraved on someone’s skin makes you wet. which is why you’re currently situated on your knees on the hardwood floor of dally’s apartment, sucking on his skin like there’s no tomorrow.

your plush and glossy lips mouth at the tattoo as if you were trying to taste it, tongue carressing it back and forth. you look up at his handsome face through your faux-mink lashes, moaning as you leave your mark on it.

“hey, jesus—“ dallas huffs when you nip at it. “tha’s ink, sweets, be gentle,”

you whine, pulling away for a second, a string of saliva connecting your lip to the heart on his tattoo. “can’t help it, dallas, just love it so much!” you insist, going to kiss the purpled skin again.

he relents with a huff and lets you continue. this is getting him hard, you can feel his tip start to poke your neck as his size grows. that just makes you more eager to leave your mark on your initials, whining as if this is better than sex. maybe it is.

you pull away when it’s bruised enough, gazing at his v-line where the tattoo is now purple and marked with a hickey. you can’t get enough of staring at it. your initials, tattooed on his body, so close to your favourite part of him… it’s dreamy, he’s dreamy.

“shit,” he mutters when he follows your gaze and looks down at the purple mark on the tattoo. “maybe i should get this tattoed now, yeah?” he chuckles as if he’s just teasing, but you nod your head eagerly.

he scoffs, but there’s a smile on his face. “yeeah, that’s what i thought,” his other big hand grabs at your hair or scalp, guiding your mouth over to his tip. “i’ll think about it if you get to the good part already. deal?” he suggests, eager for you to suck him off already. of course, you nod again, going to give him what he eneeds. but even still, your gaze stays fixated on his tattoo — you’ll never get over it.

you’re pretty certain you’re self-absorbed now, because the thought of your hickie tattoed on him as well makes your manicured hand move on it’s own to rub your cunt as you suck his dick.

thank u to beautiful amar for giving me this idea !!!!!!! ily ily ily iylylylyly ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

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[browneyebby]

introducing … STORM CHASER!DALLAS WINSTON ₊˚⊹🌪️ ࿔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you had been begging to go on one of his storm-chasing adventures with him !! he had always said it was “too dangerous for a sweetheart like you”, but finally, he’s given in this time.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ this journey across the state seems to go on for much longer than his others … which leaves you to wonder, when will you go home!! but with your man by your side, hopefully all will be okay. think of it as one big road trip!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ it’s a pretty scary hobby but dallas doesn’t seem to mind. you find it much more terrifying than him, but for good reason — lest we forget he’s a greaser, so that means he doesn’t have any good equipment … he doesn’t even have a good car !!! he stole a dirty and rusty pick-up truck from the junkyard, hoping for a miracle that it would be just what he needed. but it’s pretty shaky in the wind, leaving you rightfully petrified.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ dallas is reckless and brave, as we all know, and that doesn’t change in this universe. in fact, those personality traits are even more amplified! he would drive straight into a tornado and let it pick him up if you weren’t there to yell at him to stop.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ pink cowboy boots, shitty highway diners, and wind-kissed knots in your hair. those are three specifics to describe this universe.

requests are open for this au ♡

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[browneyebby]

need dallas to spit in my mouth

same diva . ugh he’s sooo mean abt it too !!!! probably degrading u or wtv bc you just get sooo mindless when ur underneath him… “god, if only my buddies knew i was fuckin’ a goddamn soc. so embarassing,” his gruff voice would groan, making you moan. you’re half moaning from hurt bc of his words, and half from pleasure! while your mouth is open in a moan, he spits right in there…. then he forces your mouth closed so u have no choice but to swallow oh gawd… “yeah, down the hatch, dollface. you’re obsessed with me, aren’t ya? not every day y’meet a broad so dumb that she lets you spit in her..” ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

[browneyebby]

kissin all up on dally while he’s on top of u and then biting on his st. christopher necklace to pull him back into you when he tries to take a breath mhm mhm

[browneyebby]

dallas, if u can hear me pls shove ur tongue down my throat. thanks!

[browneyebby]

lyrics that rapper!dallas has written about popstar!reader ♡

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[browneyebby]

lowkey embarrassing but i NEED the dally squirting fic now and ik your busy so can you please just do a few hc abt it before the fic to keep me sane. ty!

“holy … shit, haven’t met a broad that could do that before. c’mon, again,” with his face all wet like this from eating u out … ya

[browneyebby]

CONGRATS ON HITTING 100 !!!!!

Could you pretty please do Bed Chem Dallas x brat/brat taming (hopefully this isn’t out of rules)

Prissy Reader preferred! Once again congrats !!

this is giving dal makin u suck his dick until ur crying …

100 follower celebration . ۫ ꣑ৎ . dallas winston x brat taming

smut below cut . viewer discretion advised, u r responsible for ur own media consumption!! everything done in this blurb is consensual to both parties!

“goddamn, if you’re gonna run that fuckin’ mouth of yours, might as well put it t’better use …” is what dallas winston had said a mere ten minutes ago. you had no idea what you were in for when he had said that.

you were on your knees, his length kissing the back of your neck with every thrust of his hips. you had long since given up doing the work yourself, because your throat hurt badly, but he kept going for you. he’s busy smoking a cigarette, mumbling little “fuck”’s or “that’s the stuff” whenever the pleasure would overcome his nonchalant act. but he had to be nonchalant in front of you, act like he was in charge. because if you looked below him, you would see you, on the carpet, crying and gagging in between dal’s legs.

you had been sassy all day, and gosh, dallas despised it. he already wasn’t in the mood for your annoyed babbling, he had gotten into a fight the night prior, and his whole body hurt. so to have his baby be disrespectful and spoiled all day? he couldn’t take it. good thing dallas is a problem solver, and now you’re here, fixing your mistake.

“yeeah, that good, baby?” he asks you, punctuating his question with a particularily hard thrust in your mouth, making you whine. when you don’t answer, words muffled on his cock, he reaches down to grab your chin and make you nod. he chuckles to himself after that, pleased. “mhm. that’s what i thought,”

when he finishes, he makes sure your nose is practically squished against his lower tummy so you swallow the liquid with no choice. “aw, shit…” he sighs as he releases, and you can feel him soften in your mouth. “yeah, that’s all we needed. y’gonna run your dumb mouth again?”

he pulls out so you can answer. you swallow the cum and then shake your head no.

“words, doll,” he reminds you.

“can’t, dal,” your voice is weak and a bit shaky. “sore throat now,”

“aww, i wore ya out?” he chuckles, pulling you up and onto the bed with him. “s’what you deserve though, isn’t it?”

you sigh and nod gently, and he lies you down.

“mhm, was probably overwhelming. you’ll be a’ight though, doll. i smoke all day everyday and you don’t see me with a sore throat. so a bit of dicks got nothin’ on ya,” he lies down beside you, poking your nose, making you smile. “you gonna be good now? respectful?”

you nod, and cuddle into his chest. you both let out a breath — you, because you’re out of the doghouse for now, and him, because all you need is a bit of cock, and then you’re back to being his sweet broad. he can finally relax again.

[browneyebby]

need a moodboard of prissy and dal :)))

here u go ! :)

[browneyebby]

i need him in my bed rn

mmm he’s sooo sexy imagine him giving u that look after ur being bratty 🦋🦋🦋

[browneyebby]

would dally be into me

yes he loves anonymous ppl on tumblr

[browneyebby]

would dally ever give reader a golden shower?

mmm mayhaps im projecting bc i #need that but yes !!

[browneyebby]

rapper! dallas and popstar! reader get into a fight & go on a break and paps see you hanging out with some other moviestar or singer or something so dally drops this song question mark 🤔 idk im feeling angsty

and yes i sat here for 20 minutes finding a good pic and editing the song 😭

why ru a genius !!!!!! this is fucking perfect and the best scenario ever their relationship is deffff drama filled . also ur editing is toppp notch that pic is so rapper!dal album cover coded !!!!