#matt dillon smut

[lilyxlovelyy]

Dallas moterboating.Thats it.

[dazednstars141]

i want to ride his face. is that a crime??!

[r0seb100d]

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Fics

Dallas Winston x reader hiding in abandoned church

Dallas Winston x reader fluff

Dallas Winston x actress reader

Dallas Winston x reader who had a bad day - fluff

Dallas Winston x reader - first time - smut

Dallas Winston x reader - comforting him - fluff

Dallas Winston x theatre reader

Dallas Winston x best friend reader cuddling - smut

Dallas Winston x soc reader

Dallas Winston x reader starring in a southern gothic film

Dallas Winston x reader meeting at the rodeo

Dallas Winston x reader - talking through head - smut

Dallas Winston x 60s/70s boho reader meet

Rusty-James x reader - he missed her - smut

Rusty-James x reader- platonic comfort after Motorcycle Boy's death

Jack Duncan x sweetheart reader - fluff

Series

Dallas Winston x motel owner’s daughter

Dallas Winston x motel owner’s daughter intro

Dallas Winston x motel owner's daughter playlist

Motel owner’s daughter reader aesthetic

Dallas Winston x motel owner’s daughter - almost caught - smut

Preacher’s daughter au reader aesthetic

Dallas Winston x Preacher’s daughter reader moodboard

Headcannons

Dallas Winston x soc volleyball player reader

Dallas Winston x coquette/Alison Dilaurentis reader

Jack Duncan impressing reader

Moodboards

Dallas Winston x reader

Dallas Winston x reader hiding in abandoned church

Dallas Winston x reader at a cute diner

Dallas Winston x reader cherries and cigarettes

Dallas Winston x Coraline reader

Dallas Winston x reader

Dallas Winston x 60s 70s boho reader

Dallas Winston x reader vintage aesthetic

Tex Mccormick x reader

Tex Mccormick x reader 2

Tex McCormick x reader I love my country boy

Rusty-James x whimsigoth reader

Rusty-James girl

Jack Duncan x reader

Jack Duncan x oc

Song inspired

Dallas Winston - young and beautiful

Dallas Winston x reader - Ethel Cain Crush

Dallas Winston x reader - Ethel Cain Crush pt2

Dallas Winston x reader - Ethel Cain Thoroughfare

Dallas Winston x reader - Lana Del Rey Driving in Cars With Boys

Dallas Winston x reader - Lana Del Rey Music to Watch Boys to

Dallas Winston x reader - Ethel Cain A House in Nebraska

Dallas Winston x reader - Lana Del Rey Diet Mountain Dew

Dallas Winston x reader - Lana Del Rey Tough

Matt Dillon x reader - Lana Del Rey American

Matt Dillon x reader - Lana Del Rey Million dollar man

Matt Dillon x reader - Lana Del Rey Playing dangerous

Jack Duncan x reader - Lana Del Rey Lucky ones

Bob Hughes x reader - Lana Del Rey Dangerous girl

J.C Cullen x reader - Lana Del Rey Off to the Races

‘Jack’ The House that Jack Built x reader - Lana Del Rey Sweet Serial Killer

[ysrjune]

Could u please do a dallas x childhood bsf/first gf where she moves to tulsa, totally clueless to the fact that thats where dallas ran off to. And at the end they get back toghether n some smut maybe?? :) Oh n btw they were each others first kiss n allat, until dallas turned hood.

[ “I WAS ONLY 17 WHEN WE FIRST TRIED THINGS #📍

#🕶 WHEN SHE FIRST MADE ME FEEL LIKE A MAN ” ]

[ I lowkey forgot like half of dallys lore, sorry that I got a few things wrong (I think) im deadass too lazy to get my book out and read it to get my stuff right rn </3. I didn’t add smut cause I haven’t been feeling it lately, sorry anon 😞 hope its still good enough though! + I dont really like this I rushed it cause I had it in my drafts 4 so long.. ]

ENJOY ! ♡

Dallas Winston, your first boyfriend.. sort of. You two had been really close ever since you met when you were 10. By age eleven, he was your first kiss. Dallas was such a flirt, and you couldn’t resist when he asked for a kiss after a long day of hanging out. For the next two years, the both of you were seen everywhere together when he wasn’t getting into trouble. Regular trouble. Before he became a hooligan. Talking back to his parents, Bad grades, Pulling pranks.. that kind of stuff.

One day, he just dissappeared. You were looking around for him in the places he'd usually be in, but nothing. You even worked up the courage to go and ask his buddies if they had seen him. The older boys were tough and mean looking, but they were decent in attitude with the ladies. "Naw. he didn't tell ya?" One of them with shaggy brown hair and green eyes with a scar next to one of them asks you. "Police are after him. He fleed last night, little lady." The boy brings a cigarette to his mouth.

"That's rough," a boy you were familiar with, named James chuckles. "Dally, just up and left without telling his girl. What a shame." He shakes his head. That was the last time you ever heard of Dallas.

You had forgotten about it quick. Well, not forget.. but never thought about it again unless someone would bring up stuff like "who was your first kiss?" or "have you ever had a boyfriend?" answering those questions didn't hurt, either. Dallas wasn't even a real boyfriend. He was just a friend. Not even a great one, either. He was just a funny guy who kept you company.

"Forgetting" about him was easy because now that he was gone, guys had the guts to ask you out. They never did before because they knew Dallas. They knew he liked you and if they tried anything, he'd probably try to fight them or something. One boy in particular named Brandon Lawrence caught your eye. He was a little bit taller, black hair and green eyes, pale with rosy cheeks. He was handsome and really nice.

Brandon was your boyfriend of 4 years before you had to move.

"Tulsa?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Ain't that in Oklahoma?" Brandon asks with a hint of worry in his tone. "Yeah, it is.." You say in a gentle tone, smoothing out the wrinkles in your long skirt. "Baby, that's like a thousand miles from here! How am I gonna see you? You can't go!" Brandon didn't mean it in a 'you can't leave me, I won't allow it.' kind of way. He wasn't like that. "Well, that's what I wanted to talk about.. we have to break up. It’s not gonna work out."

—

When you moved to Tulsa, everything seemed so.. boring. There wasn't much to do.. especially since you knew nobody there. The first couple of weeks, you stayed in the house, watching tv, reading, cleaning—literally anything but going outside to socialize. Your family would be classified as 'Socs'. Your parents weren't filthy rich, but they were nowhere near as poor as the Greasers.

Men that your father worked with warned him about the Greasers. How they were hoods and no good. "It's best for you to stay inside," your father told you one day at dinner. "A little lady like you has no buisness being out in the street with those low-lifes." Whatever, you thought. It's not like you had any desire to go out anyway.

But unfortunately one day your mother sent you to buy a few things from the nearby mini-mart. With no fuss, you obey. It had been a while since you've been in the sun, so why not? Plus, it wasnt that far of a walk.

On your walk, a few other Soc guys your age hit on you while you made your way. A few girls judged, others smiled, thinking you were so pretty. You felt self conscious even if there were a few girls who thought you were gorgeous. Maybe it really is better to stay inside instead of going out and making a fool of yourself.

You were only a crosswalk away from the mart when you heard a group of men laughing. But there was one guy who had an awful laugh. Annoying, loud.. was it? Theres no way. You look over at the men walking across the street. Yup. It was exactly who you thought it was: Dallas Winston.

He was so much taller and muscular than the last time you saw him. One of the guys he was with noticed you staring, and what did he do? He told Dal. The brunette looks over, not recognizing you. But he did think you were pretty. You cross the street, passing by them and into the mart without looking at them.

Oh, how you hoped he wouldn't follow you in.. but he did. And he was quick with what he wanted to say. "You from 'round these parts, sweetie? Never seen you before." He checks you out while you pick out a few oranges. "I just moved here," you respond gently. "Moved from New York. How come you never wrote me?" You look back at him, meeting his confused expression. "What?" He asks.

"Its me, Dallas." He stares at you like your crazy, but he was also trying to figure out who you were. Finally, he gets it after a minute. "Oh my God," He shakes his head. "What're you doing here?" He smiles and punches your arm in a friendly manner. "Never thought I'd see ya again."

"Yeah, neither did I." you respond.

You spent the rest of the day catching up.. privately, of course. He told you why you couldn't be seen together. "Im a dirty Greaser, and you're a squeaky clean Soc." he explained. You didnt exactly understand, but you guessed it was a class thing.

He told you that the reason he flew was because he was going to get arrested again. He had done something really bad, but he didn't want to say what it was. "Mm," you nod your head. "Well, atleast I didn't go my whole life without seeing you again."

"I thought about you a lot." He confessed. "I wanted to say something before leaving, but I couldn't. I didn't have the time.. and I didnt write cuz.. I dont know. I dont have a real reason." He shrugged. "Sorry." He had a soft touch to him. Definitely not normal. Dallas had already told you about how he's big trouble and gets IN to big trouble. How hes a big tough guy and doesnt need anybody.. and you believed him.

"Hey, she needs to go, man." Two-bit, his friend calls out. "Cant have her here too long, pal. Darry don't know she's here." He says and goes back inside the house. "Shit, he's right.. Darry gets off of work soon. Gotta get you outta here." He walks ahead, expecting you to follow.

"Look, I know you probably expected more, but I dunno what to say. Nice to see you again?" He tells you. Yes, it upset you, but how could you blame him? He's always been a little awkward, and he probably had stuff to do. He has a life here, and you don't. "Yeah, okay.." You nod. "I should be going." You clutch your bags full of stuff a little tighter. "I'll see you around."

"Maybe."

[hesmydrugstorecowboy]

“He’s my drugstore cowboy” ౨ৎ

[u1tr4-vio1ence]

I Fall to Pieces When I'm With You.

pairing. Dallas Winston x Black ! Fem ! Reader.

summary. After seeing you talking to Soda, Dallas can't help but be jealous.

content. Small angst. Smut—oral sex(m!receiving), P in V sex, unprotected sex. Dallas takes pics of r during sex. Slight themes of a toxic relationship. Not proofread.

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗡, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 the Curtis’ house, talking to Soda. You smiled softly with each word, nodding when he said anything—like you did with everyone. You were always friendly like that, and you didn't think it could be taken out of any context other than that. 

     However, Dallas, who was a few feet away, stared at you and Soda, clenching his jaw and nearly crushing the cigarette in his hand. He ignored the obvious explanation for you talking to him, which was because he was your friend, and immediately took it as you flirting with him or him flirting with you. He desperately wanted to walk over to you two and snatch you away—and probably yell, which would lead to an argument, but he didn't care.

     He controlled himself—barely—and took a drag from his cigarette as you and soda laughed. 

𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘, 𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗦 walked you home. As you walked quietly side-by-side on the sidewalk, Dallas smoked a cigarette, the smoke filling your nose. “You like Soda?” Dallas asked, breaking the silence.

     You glanced at him. “What?”

     “You heard me.”

     “As a friend, of course. Why are you asking this?”

     “Why are you laughing at him like that then?”

     You stopped walking, glaring at Dallas. “What are you getting at? Soda is just a friend, and he's yours too.”

     “What are you flirting with him for then? Smilin’ at him like that.”

     “I was never flirting with him.”

     “Sure, you weren't. I'm not blind, doll!” He began to raise his voice at you.

      Your eyes burned and your throat ached at his words. You desperately wanted him to stop talking, so you started walking again, ignoring his hateful words. 

     “Where are you going?” He followed you.

     “Stop following me. I can walk myself home,” you said and continued to ignore him when he yelled after you.

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗗 arrived home, you lay in bed, reading a book, until you heard taps at your window. You knew only one person who did that. You stood from your bed and stepped toward the window, opening the curtains to reveal Dallas Winston outside. You opened the window, furrowing your eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”

     “Let me in. I'm freezing my ass off out here,” he said, making you roll your eyes and move to the side, allowing him to climb inside your room. You slid the window down after him.

     “What are you doing here?” You repeated, your voice soft, careful not to wake your parents. 

     “A guy can't see his girl?”

     A pang of guilt struck your stomach. “No, you're right, I'm sorry.” Your head flashed images from earlier with your argument with Dallas. “Dally, I'm sorry about before. You were right, I shouldn't have been talking to Soda like that—”

     “Don't worry ‘bout it—”

     “I'll do anything for you to forgive me.”

      Dallas’ lips curled into a smirk. “Anything?”

     “Anything.”

      An unlimited amount of inappropriate scenarios and fantasies filled Dallas’ mind, in which he forced them away and settled for having you kneel in between his thighs as he sat on your bed. Your hands clawed at his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down, his hardening cock springing out. Your hand wrapped around the base, pulling a strained sigh from his lips. You leaned forward, wrapping your plump lips around his tip, a salty taste coming onto your tongue as you licked circles around him. 

     You glanced up at him, his head thrown back as a hand went to the back of your head, slowly pushing your head lower and lower. You forced yourself to breathe in through your nose as his cock was close to hitting the back of your throat. You were doing this for him, so you wanted him to feel good.

     However, when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you couldn't stop yourself from gagging. You didn't mind, though, when you heard a groan from Dallas. “Fuck, doll,” his hips bucked, making you gag again, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, which eventually fell when you allowed Dallas to fuck your mouth.

     It was an image that Dallas wanted to keep forever. He reached for the camera you kept on your bedside table—God, was he happy you kept it there—and snapped a picture of you in your current state. 

     You heard the noise, but you were so focused on Dallas and pleasing him, you didn't care to protest—it's not like you could if you wanted to.

     He nearly tossed the camera back on your nightstand, his hands returning to the back of your head as you swallowed around his cock. Your nails dug into his thighs while you struggled to stop gagging, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose.

      “Goddamn—” he pulled you off, a loud gasp coming from you, coughs following afterward. With the backs of your hands, you wiped the tears and looked up at Dallas. “C'mere,” he said breathlessly, and you quickly followed his demand, straddling his lap. 

     Dallas kissed you roughly, hands traveling underneath your top, cupping your breasts through your bra. You whimpered at his harsh grip while your hands tugged at his shirt. You pulled away, pulling off your top and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Dallas’ hands gripped your waist as you reashed back, removing the claso from your bra, allowing it to slide down your arms, and letting it join your top.

     Dallas attached his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling softly, making you squirm and tug at his hair while he rested his hands on your back, pushing you closer to him. “Dallas,” you whine, but he ignores you. He switched to your untouched breast and repeated his previous actions until the brown bud peaked, replicating the other. Meanwhile, you tried to silence yourself, covering your mouth with a hand; however, Dallas quickly swatted your hand away, humming around your nipple.

      Without realizing it, you began to grind against his cock. You hoped he couldn't feel how wet you became.

     He pulled away with a pop and guided your body into position, in which you lay on your back while he pulled off his shirt and pants. You pushed down your shorts and underwear, kicking them on the floor. Dallas moved in between your legs, tip teasing your entrance.

     He knew he should give you some type of prep, but you were already so wet. Besides, this was for him, wasn't it? 

     Dallas gripped your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he slowly pushed his cock inch-by-inch into your cunt. You gasped softly, leaning your head back into your pillow. He rested his hands beside your head. “Goddamn, doll,” he groaned as he buried his head in your neck, softly biting at the flesh. 

     Once he was fully buried in your cunt, he allowed you to adjust for only a few, short seconds before pulling out to the point that only his tip was inside before thrusting harshly inside, pulling a loud moan from your lips, which hoped nobody else heard. 

     He gradually set a fast pace, abusing your cunt, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your barely muffled moans. Despite his harsh actions, it felt so good. Your pleasure only increased as Dallas reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles with his thumb.

     “Dally,” you whine, nails digging into his back. 

     “Yeah, doll?” He spoke, looking down at you with a small smirk on his face. 

     Another whine escaped your lips when he pulled out. You knew this was about him, but God, it felt so good. You glanced up, watching as he pushed both of your thighs to your stomach before sliding his cock back inside your cunt, a groan coming from Dallas.

     Your moans quickly returned as Dallas’ resumed with his fast pace, building up your already close climax.

     “Takin’ me so well, doll,” his voice sounded rough as he spoke. “You're mine, you know that?”

      You nodded, babbling fragments of sentences.

     His hand returned to your clit, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. He felt his climax too, but he wanted you to cum first. “You close?” He asked, placing kisses on your neck. 

     “Yes!” you cried. 

     “Come on, doll, cum for me.”

     With his harsh thrusts, thumb on your clit, and words, you came with a soft moan, clenching around his cock. You were so focused on your release, you didn't hear the click of your camera.

     You also had no idea that the next day, Dallas took those polaroids of you and showed them to Soda, bragging but also telling him to stay away from you.

[multifandomworldsposts]

POV: ur dating dallas winston

🖤 jailhouse rock - elvis presley

🐍 everybody wants to rule the world - tear for fears

🚬 everything i wanted - billie eilish

🪩 another one bites the dust - queen

💌 womanizer - britney spears

🤍 fast car - tracy champman

🎞️ stay gold - stevie wonder

🌅 so it goes… - taylor swift

🍿 i like me better - lauv

🚗 teenage dirtbag - wheatus

💛 she kinda hot - 5 seconds of summer

🕶️ swim - chase atlantic

[dazednstars141]

so pretty and cute, want to smooch him

t h e o u t s i d e r s, 1983 🎬 dir. francis ford coppola matt dillon

[dazednstars141]

imagine thinkin’ a 60 year old man is hot????

[r0seb100d]

Hi could you please make a Dallas x fem!reader smut where they're best friends and he's sleeping over at her house and then they cuddle and it leads to more tysm I love ur writing💗

Thank you for the request! It's finally here, hope you enjoy! Ly <3🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, fingering, pnv sex

Your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips - Over, over again like my only prayer

“The fuck you doin’ in there for so long?”

Dally’s mildly irritated voice called out from her bedroom, interrupting her evening routine that consisted of various serums and rose-scented lotions that came in pretty packaging.

“Getting ready for bed.”

She called back, laughing at how clingy he sounded despite trying to appear annoyed.

“Well, you’ve been in there forever; hurry up.

Sighing, she patted her face once more and removed her fluffy blue headband from her head, making her way back into her bedroom, only the dim stained glass lamp delicately lighting up the room and reflecting colourful patterns on the wall. 

Dallas was lying on her fresh white bed sheets, his arms behind his head with a heart-shaped pillow underneath them; she bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a giggle. It was funny watching him in his worn-out dark jeans and t-shirt in her relatively girlish room. The sight made her want to pull out her Polaroid camera and snap a photo, knowing it would make the perfect blackmail, but she decided against it. 

“I’m gettin’ bored waiting here for ya, it's been like 30 minutes. I thought we were going to hang out.”

“Jeez, you are so impatient Dal. Give a girl some time, will you?”

She picked out her pyjamas from her cupboard and turned to face him.

“Close your eyes; I need to get changed.”

“I’m good.”

She could only huff in response.

“Dal, I’m being serious.”

He smirked and rolled his eyes playfully, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You’re no fun.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Sliding on her stripey pink shorts, she looked over at him and gasped. His hands were back behind his head.

“Hey! I said no looking!”

“I’m not, I swear! Look, my eyes are completely closed; I just moved my arms is all.”

“Hmm, okay, it better stay that way.”

She decided to trust him for the time being, pulling on her matching top and walking over to her bed to push him gently on his shoulder.

“You can open em’ now.”

Dallas smirked and looked her up and down with an amused look. 

“What?”

She couldn’t figure out why he was staring at her like that. Did she put her shirt on inside out? 

“Nothin’, you look cute.”

He said casually, and she immediately turned to hide the blush that was beginning to spread on her cheeks. They were really close friends, but sometimes he made small flirty remarks like that just to see her get flustered, to get under her skin and tease her, at least so she thought. Dallas never failed to do so as well; it came so naturally to him. A touch or comment here and there, it was seemingly effortless for him, and it was almost impossible to make him unsteady in any way, his tough exterior impenetrable, unless, of course, he was caught “bein soft” by anyone else other than her. 

She folded away her clothes and started fussing with other little trinkets in her room, adjusting her picture frame for the tenth time or rearranging her perfume bottles, anything to keep her hands and head occupied.

“Just wonderin’,” he drawled. “How many other useless things are you going to busy yourself with before you quit and lie down?”

God, he could always see straight through her; his careless attitude was a mask. Dallas noticed a lot more about most than he ever let on; it was one of his traits that she admired and feared both at once. 

“M’not I’m just—”

“Getting ready.” He cut her off. “Yeah, I know. Maybe you wanna go clean the whole downstairs too, huh?” He teased.

She sighed, suddenly feeling nervous to be around her best friend. Her head was dizzy, and she couldn’t tell if it was from tiredness or from the way he was starting to make her heart race.

“C’mere.” 

Dallas patted the spot beside him, and she finally gave in and lay down, curling up against him as he wrapped one arm around her. He smelled just like he always did; the scent had grown comforting to her, like she could just unwind and forget about everything else as she lay in his arms.

“Relax, okay? It was your idea for me to stay over, you know?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked up to meet his gaze.

“Was not! You asked if you could come and stay over.” 

She scoffed, laughing at his attempt to mess with her.

“That’s not true, and you know it. Doll, you practically begged for me to stay over with you, don’t you remember?” 

“You are such a manipulator Dal, afraid to admit that you wanted to spend the night here.”

“What can I say? You have a nice bed, real soft.” 

He pulled her in closer as he mumbled the last part of his sentence, and she had to try to hide the way her breath hitched at the obvious double meaning to his words.

“So you admit it?” 

She bit the inside of her cheek and raised one brow at him, poking his side.

“I still think it was you who suggested it.” 

He grunted at her poke. 

“Sure, whatever you say.”

She turned away from him and pressed her back up against his chest, staring at her wall and trying to compose herself. He was becoming increasingly flirty, and despite his playful denial, it had been his idea to stay, and sure she didn’t turn him down, but she was beginning to think that there was something going on.

He cuddled closer to her and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. Whispering into her ear.

“You okay?”

She was startled by his sudden closeness, unsure of what to say or do.

“Yeah, I’m fine; it’s just—”

“Just what? Somethin’ on your mind?”

His warm breath tickled her ear as he spoke softly, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She turned around in his arms so she was facing him again and took a deep breath.

“Are you just messing with me?”

He looked taken aback as she asked him this, his head cocking to one side.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Dal, don’t play dumb. I mean the flirting, the pet names, the random touching. Are you doing something, or am I just going crazy?” 

Her tone was desperate as she let everything out to him, and she half-expected him to get up and leave, but he just let out a deep breath.

“Course I’m trying to do something Doll; I thought all that would have made it obvious to ya, I never wanted to make you think that I was just messing with you; I wouldn’t do that.”

She could only silently stare at him in shock.

“Oh.”

“Does-does that bother you?' Cause if it does, I promise I can stop right now. I just thought that maybe you would have felt the same.”

He looked at her with a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation, wondering if he had potentially messed things up between them.

The tension was thick, and she finally mustered the strength to reply to him, her voice shaking slightly.

“It doesn’t bother me. And, I do feel, the same.”

Her voice was hushed in the almost dark room as they both stared at each other, both of them afraid to make a move.

“Dal?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He pressed one hand against her lower back and tangled the other in her hair, pulling her in close to him and connecting their lips together in a soft kiss. She immediately melted into him, feeling overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on hers, sucking on her lower lip as he grunted quietly.

His silent hum sent shivers throughout her body as she continued kissing him, slowly getting more and more passionate, clutching his shirt in her fists. Dallas’ tongue swiped between her lips, seeking entrance, to which she accepted, allowing their tongues to meld together and intensify their connection. She let out an uncontrollable moan, breaking away from the kiss, desperate for a breath.

Dallas panted as he watched her with a lustful gaze before leaning in once more and hooking his arm underneath her and pulling her up onto his lap. Her breath hitched at the new position, and she steadied herself by placing her shaking palms against his chest, kissing him with every feeling she had been withholding for who knows how long. 

This time, he pulled away, eliciting a small whine from her, causing him to chuckle and grip the hem of her pyjama top.

“Can I take this off? I wanna see you.”

“Yeah.”

Her voice came out desperate and needy as she looked at him. His eyes were blown wide, and his lips were pink and swollen from kissing, and he pulled her top up over her body, exposing her soft skin to him. 

“So beautiful.”

He murmured, leaving little bites down her neck, sucking to mark her up before trailing down her collarbone and down to her chest, taking in her breast in his mouth.

She moaned and clutched his hair, burying her face into his neck as she continued letting out small noises that sent blood rushing down his body.

“Fuck baby, so sweet.”

She couldn’t ignore the heat that was pooling between her legs, and she began grinding against his hardening length, craving some sort of friction.

They both moaned at the same time, and Dallas pulled away from her chest to remove his own shirt, revealing his lean build and skin littered with many scars from rumbles and fights. She traced her fingertips down his torso, taking in the sight of him.

She reached his jeans, and she started to undo the button and zipper, to which Dallas groaned in response, breathing heavily as he watched her begin to free him from the strain of his jeans.

“You don’t—we don’t.”

“Shhh.” She silenced him. “I want this. Been wanting you.”

“Oh yeah?” 

His cocky smirk returned, and he flipped them over so he was on top, completely removing his jeans before returning his focus to her.

“Can I take these off?” 

He fiddled with the waistband of her shorts, and she nodded, her stomach twisting as he pulled them down, leaving her only in her panties. Dallas pushed her legs apart, making room for himself to settle between them as he rubbed himself against her, only their underwear separating them from touching. Neither of them could hold back the noises that escaped their mouths, and he reconnected their lips together in a sloppy kiss as he continued grinding against her, growing harder with every move of his hips.

“Dal, I can’t take it; I need you to touch me.”

“Yeah, need me baby? Need me to make you feel good?”

He stroked her face as she whimpered, watching her squirm underneath him, desperate for his touch.

“Uh huh.”

He moved his hand over her underwear, stroking her clothed core gently, feeling the warmth build up as she got wetter.

“So wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.” 

He smiled before pulling her panties down her legs and throwing them somewhere onto the floor, rubbing between her slick folds. She shook slightly as she felt his fingers touch her, wanting to cry out at how good it felt to have him stroke her like that so gently, as if she was made of glass he was afraid of breaking.

Dallas continued rubbing her clit, watching her as her eyes shut from pleasure, her head thrown back against the pillows.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm, don’t stop.”

He smiled and pushed a finger inside of her, curling it and thrusting in and out, drawing more moans out of her as she rocked against his fingers.

“I got ya; just let yourself feel good baby.”

He continued his ministrations, loving the way she looked slowly coming undone on his fingers, and then suddenly, he felt himself take in a sharp breath as he felt her hand reach into his boxers, rubbing her small hand along the length of his cock.

“Fuck, keep goin.”

His voice was strangled, and only their pleasured moans could be heard as they both touched each other so intimately.

After a short while, Dallas pulled away, leading her to whine from the loss of contact.

“Doll, I can’t keep it up like that; I want to be inside you. Can I?”

He glanced up at her with a hopeful expression, and she nodded quickly, wanting to feel him fill her up completely. 

Dallas removed his boxers, fully revealing himself before looking up at her once more.

“I, um, I don’t have anything; I didn’t exactly expect for this to happen.”

She chuckled before shaking her head.

“S’okay, I’m on the pill.”

He kissed her again before lining his tip against her entrance, gathering her slick on the head of his cock and pushing inside her slowly. They both gasped as he first slipped in, feeling the way she stretched around him to accommodate his size.

“You okay?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, wanting to make sure she felt alright before she continued.

“I’m okay.” Her voice shook slightly. “You can move.”

Dallas started off with slow thrusts, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she lost herself in the feeling. He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic as he fucked her, hips snapping against hers.

“Dal, yes, just like that.”

She moaned in utter pleasure.

“Wrap your legs around me Doll; trust me, it’ll feel so good.”

She did as he said, and he was able to push much deeper inside her, reaching a spot that had her seeing stars.

He smiled at her reaction and kept going, burying himself inside her to the hilt and leaning in to bite her neck, groaning into her skin as he felt her tighten around him.

“Close baby?”

She whimpered in response, and he reached between them to rub her clit again, wanting to satisfy her before himself, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.

Bucking her hips up against him, the knots in her stomach began to unravel.

“Fuck, Dal I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go for me Doll; c’mon, cum for me sweetheart.”

He whispered to her, thrusting deep inside her, sending her over the edge as she cried out his name.

She arched her back as she felt her orgasm wash over her, her legs shaking and walls fluttering around him. With one final thrust, Dallas followed soon after, releasing inside her, his movements slowing down as he came, almost unable to hold himself up above her, his eyes screwed shut as he held her close against him.

They both finally calmed down, and he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest as he kissed the top of her head, the both of them sweaty and breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, y’know?”

“Yeah?”

He smiled softly at her, her skin glowing in the low, multicoloured light coming from the lamp.

“Mhm, best sex I had in a while.”

She could only laugh at his remark, wrapping an arm around him, feeling comfortable and content in his presence.

“Dal?”

“Hm?”

“What does this mean?”

She asked him with slight uncertainty.

“It means I wanna be with you, to go on dates with you, not just as friends, and of course do this again. Only if you want to.”

She smiled happily. 

“Yeah, I do want to.”

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[ysrjune]

i checked out ur rules list and the great idea of a whiny and clingly dallas winston came up 🙏🏽🙏🏽 there's not alot that goes on in my head but maybe dallas goes over to fem!readers house after a fight and he's all beaten up so reader comforts him with like obviously cleaning him up and his injuries but afterwards a blowjob and praises 😈😈

[ NEVER HAD A BITCH LIKE ME ]

// I love you flo milli !!!1!!!1. ⚡️

#🥃🔗 ENJOY ! ♡

"you know I don’t like when you get into unnecessary fights, dallas." you tell him while cleaning up the small scracthes on his face with rubbing alcohol. "man, this was necessary. damn kid was talkin’ on jahnny." dallas rolls his eyes. "cant have that. johnnycake's been through lots already. hes quiet anyway, I dont know why the other kids try 'n pick on'em."

you understand how protective dallas is over johnny, but he cant fight every 15 year old kid that says something about him. "dally," "yeah?" "don't call me man" "ah." he remembers. sometimes he genuinely forgets that you hate being called that since he says it so much, and others he does it on purpose to annoy you.

later on, you were hanging out in your room with him as he yapped on about how he might go back to jail and smack talking on every guy hes ever fought or had problems with. especially in new york. "yeah, he's like 5 feet tall anyway. broads dont dig that." he laughs. "guy could talk smack real good, but once you brang up his height, he'd shut the hell up." he laughs again. that stupid annoying laugh of his. you hate it, but you won't let him know it.

all of a sudden your throat became parched, craving a cold water from the refrigerator. but dally wouldn't let you leave him. "you can wait for a couple minutes, you ain't that thirsty." he rolls over on you, putting his weight on your torso. "dal, get off of me! it'll take like 10 seconds!" you try pushing him away, but he was too heavy. "you'd trade me for a damn water?" he looks up at you. "that's a real messed up thing, doll." you groan a little bit. "dally, I want water. I never said I'd trade you for one.. though, maybe I would right about now."

dallas continues to whine into your chest about how he only wants you to stay for a little while more before getting water, but you don't budge. "Dal, with the time you haven't let me gone, I would have been back already." You point out to him. dally groans exaggeratedly and lays off. "Fine," he glares. "10 seconds. im countin'." Quickly, you run over to the kitchen and back in 9 seconds. "told ya," you smile to which he genuinely rolls his eyes at.

"swirl your tongue 'round it." he tells you, gripping onto your hair. "damn baby, you know, huh?" dallas mumbles after you do exactly what he asked when he wasnt even halfway finished with his sentence. "mhm," he taps your cheek, beginning to roll his hips into your throat. "you just keep suckin' on it like that and I'm gon—" he sucks in a sharp breath. you had taken him out of your mouth, exposing his MEAT (💀#sorry) to the cool air of your room. "put it back in your damn mouth, broad." he shoves your head down to choke on him and continue pleasing him.

[twobitsblade]

ok ok okkk, so can you do bob sheldons younger sister (like 16?) dating dallas, and him sneaking in and stuff 😓😓

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ feels like sugar in me

[ author’s note: hi darling, this is literally one of the most fun requests i’ve ever received! i loved writing it, and i hope you enjoyed it. kisses and hugs! ]

you were everything dallas winston wasn’t—innocent, sweet, polite. but most importantly, you were a soc—wealthy and glamorous. and he was… well, he wasn’t just a greaser; he was a full-on hood.

your relationship started out rocky—or, well, at least according to you. according to him, he had simply “caught a hot soc broad at the drive-in.” tomato, tomahto, right?

but you never really thought about your differences much, and you certainly weren’t thinking about them tonight as you absentmindedly applied your moisturizers, lotions, and hair curlers—all things dallas teased you for relentlessly. but you knew he appreciated the results, so you weren’t about to stop.

just as you were about to place your final roller, a knocking sound at your window made you gasp. you’d seen too many horror movies for this. before your brain could race through the possibilities for self-defense, that cocky bastard’s new york-accented voice cut through the night air.

“hey, sweetheart, you gonna let me in? i’m freezin’ my balls off out here.”

you scoffed, shaking your head and setting your hair curler down as you approached the window.

even in the dim light of tulsa’s streetlamps, you could see him looking you up and down, clearly skimming over your figure in your pale pink nightgown. you shook your head before unlatching the window.

he climbed in awkwardly, stepping down with a thump. his figure towered over you, the smell of cigarettes filling your nose. you smiled softly as his large arms wrapped around your waist, closing the distance between you two.

“i should be pissed—entirely pissed at you, winston—sneakin’ into my house like this.”

“but you’re not,” he replied smugly. “besides, your snob of a damn brother ain’t here, so there’s no problem, doll.”

and there it was—another one of dallas’s remarks that made you realize what he truly thought of your family.

“c’mon, dal, i’ve told you so many times not to talk like that about him. you don’t know him!” you said, your voice coming out a little louder than intended. and just like that, a new argument was brewing between you two.

“your brother beats people up for fun, baby. you consider him a good guy?”

“i—dallas, that’s not fair, and you know it.”

he was about to respond but stopped, shaking his head as his hands found your waist. without warning, he shoved you roughly onto your vanity.

“i’m not lettin’ some blonde twerp ruin what i got goin’ with the hottest broad on the west side of tulsa, y’understand?”

you sighed before nodding. you were too tired to fight.

he looked up at you with his signature shit-eating grin, but this time not to admire. he plucked at your hair curler.

“now what’s all this, barbie?”

“dal, don’t touch that! you’re gonna ruin it!” you snapped, turning back to the mirror, your lips curving into a firm line.

dallas had this weird ability to bring out a childish petulance in you—one that, even as a child, you weren’t allowed to display to your family. it wasn’t the sheldon way of doing things.

he began walking around your room—of course, he wouldn’t apologize, the jerk—observing the space as though it were an animal enclosure. the pink, girly room you had decorated all on your own.

posters covered the walls—elvis, james dean, marilyn monroe. the sheets were light pink. and god, was it hot, knowing how soft you really were beneath all that prim and proper.

dallas turned back to you abruptly, pouncing. he grabbed you from your vanity and tossed you onto your bed, making you let out a loud, high-pitched, giggly squeal.

“shit.”

you muttered it just as you heard bob’s footsteps stomping down the hall. in a panic, you shoved dallas into your en suite bathroom and waited.

bob entered in his pajamas, his hair tousled, eyes swollen with sleep.

“what’re you howlin’ for?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“nothing, bob. i just—uh—i was on the phone with cherry, and she’s a real funny gal.”

at the mention of cherry’s name, his eyes softened, something gentle flickering in them.

“ah. tell her we’re still on for nine tomorrow at the way out.”

“will do,” you said with a mock salute.

he paused.

“c’mere, kid.”

he held his arms out, and you quickly hopped into them, hugging him.

he wasn’t a good person—you both knew that. hell, everyone in tulsa did. but he was your brother, and you loved him. and you knew he loved you too.

just like he loved cherry. just like he loved his friends. just like he loved the approval he got from society. just like he loved getting away with the things he did. just like he secretly yearned for someone to tell him no. just like he secretly yearned for someone to guide him instead of mindlessly worship him.

and for that, there was no one.

he sighed, pulling away and shaking his head before clapping you on the back, making you let out a slight squeak.

“you be good, alright? you’re good.”

you smiled as he waddled away.

you let out a breath of relief as you shut the door. and in gathering your thoughts, you almost forgot about the man hiding in your bathroom—

“ahh!”

he whisper-shouted, making you jump forward and trip over your rug.

“you absolute dickhead!” you whisper-shouted back, causing him to giggle before peeling off his dirty brown leather jacket and tossing it across your room. you clicked your tongue in disapproval.

“how soundproof’s this room, dolly?”

“ugh, dallas, stop it! you’re something else,” you reprimanded halfheartedly as he joined you on the soft, carpeted floor.

[u1tr4-vio1ence]

Call Me Late if You Wanna Get High.

pairing. Drug dealer ! Dallas Winston x Black ! Fem ! Reader.

summary. You and Dallas had been friends for a long time, so it's shocking to find out that he's . . . a drug dealer?!

content. Modern au, virgin!reader, themes of friends-to-lovers, drug use obvi, smut—oral sex(Dallas receiving), fingering, squirting.

MANY COULD SAY THAT YOU AND DALLAS WERE BEST FRIENDS—maybe a little more. Rarely would you two be separated, and the second you showed up, Dallas became all grins and told stories about how he beat up some soc(mostly bragging), which made many question if he had some sort of crush on you, but you never thought so. Dallas simply relied on you for things. Often, he snuck through your window late at night, waking you up in the process. When he did this, you’d fix his cuts, maybe give him ice for his bruises. Eventually, he began to get used to it and slept over, leaving early in the morning before your parents woke—they scared him to near death.

As this became routine, he became touchy—and comfortable, one could say. However, you didn't mind. It was Dallas after all. Isn't he always like that?

     One night, you were surprisingly still awake, scrolling through your phone, when a harsh knock echoed from the window. You sighed, slowly getting up from your bed when the knock repeated. “Be patient,” you said; however, you doubt he heard it through the glass. You swiped the curtains away and pushed the window up, a cool breeze brushing your naked legs—your shorts hid little skin.  Dallas gave you little time to move out of the way; immediately, he jumped in, his shoulder bumping yours as he sat on your bed.

     “What’s wrong with you?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you approached his bruised figure. A violet circle grew visible around his eyes, a cut occupied his swollen bottom lip, and small cuts littered his bloody and bruised knuckles. You could only imagine the bruises that were around his body. 

     “Nothin’, man, don’t worry ‘bout it,” he answered.

     “I’m beginning to believe you’re getting fights just to annoy me,” you grabbed his jaw, freshly painted nails pressing into his cheeks.

     “C’mon, doll, I can take care of myself,” Dallas gripped your wrist, but you only turned his head to the side, analyzing the cut he had above his eyebrow.

     “If you did, you wouldn’t come here every night, would you?”

     “Guess not.”

     You rolled your eyes and reached into your bedside table draw for your medical kit—kept there due to Dallas’ constant visits. You took an antiseptic wipe and hovered it above his knuckles. “It’s gonna sting.”

     “I’m tough, doll. A little sting isn’t gonna hurt me.”

     You pressed the wipe against the cuts, making him hiss, scrunch his face, and squirm. “Be still.”

     “I’m tryin’, man.”

     “Thought you were tough?”

     “I am, man.”

     You removed the wipe and placed it on your bedside table. “See, I’m done,” you grabbed a bandaid and placed it softly on the cut above his eyebrow. “Did you get into a fight with a soc or something? Is that why you’re so upset?” You returned the kit to its original spot.

     Dallas rolled his eyes, scoffing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. I’m not upset, man.”

     You rested your hands on your hips. “Yeah, right. I know when you’re upset. You say ‘man’ every two seconds. Just tell me, please.”

     He stared at the wall ahead and sighed. What he thought about became completely unknown to you. You had a tiny chance of him being honest. He glanced up at you before starting, “Couple of socs, man. I was at Buck’s when these socs started starin’ me down, man. I ignored them ‘til I went outside, and they surrounded me. One of them was saying that I was looking at his girl . . . .”

     You moved to lie down, Dallas mimicking your actions, staring at the ceiling. “They jumped me, man.”

     “I mean, did you? Were you looking at his girlfriend?” you asked, glancing at him.

     “No,” he glared at you.

     “Oh, I’m sorry . . . um, are you sleeping over?”

     “Yeah,” he kicked his boots off, a thud resonating as they fell, and slid his shirt off, revealing more forming bruises. 

     Concern formed deep in your heart, your eyebrows raising. “God, Dallas.”

     “What? I’m fine, doll,” he lay beside you, wincing.

     “Yeah, right. " You grabbed your phone and returned to mindless scrolling, although your worry grew. Dallas slid a joint and a match from his back pocket. He struggled to light it with his St. Christopher, cursing softly.

     “If you’re gonna smoke that in here, you could open the window,” you said, glaring at him. He sighed and got up, pushing the window open and finally lighting the match, bringing the flame to the joint, lighting it before waving it out and throwing it outside.

     “Why do you always have that?” you asked as he returned to his position in bed.

     “Have what?”

     “Weed. Why do you always have weed? I mean, you never have any money. What are you, a drug dealer?” You asked, receiving silence in response. You sat up, lifting yourself to your knees. “Dally?”

     “Nothing illegal, doll—”

     “Nothing illegal? Coming from you, that is very unbelievable. Besides, it’s only legal for like, medicine. You have to have a card, and even if you did, it’s still illegal ‘cause you’re selling it, and why didn't you tell me? We're friends, aren't we.”

     “No, you don’t,” Dallas argued, puffing smoke in your face and making you cough. "And it don't matter, doll. We're still gonna hang out whether I sell weed or not."

     “Yes, you do, stupid, and don’t blow it in my face," you swatted the smoke from your face, "and it does matter. That's the point of being friends and stuff: you tell each other stuff . . . Look, Dallas, if my mom and dad smell this—"

     “You say that every time, and they never do. Relax, doll. I need this. Damn, socs beat me up bad,” he moved the joint toward you. “Try it.”

     “What? No, why would I do that?”

     “You need to relax. C’mon, doll, it won’t kill you.”

     Despite how much you protested, Dallas would only push and push, so you took the joint between your thumb and index finger and slowly brought it between your lips. Dallas watched intently, eyes focused on your plump lips, as you inhaled, coughing erupting from your lips. “Damn, doll,” a boyish laugh came from him as he took the joint back. 

     “This . . . is supposed to make me calm?” you struggled as coughs continued to escape your lungs.

     “You need to smoke more, doll. Raise your tolerance.”

     “I’m not doing that ever again, Dal. If I wanna relax, I’ll just watch TV or something,” you lay down again, resting on your back. “Besides, I’m not the one who needs to relax, it’s you.”

     “You know there are other ways to relax, doll,” he said, a smirk growing.

     You rolled your eyes. “Dallas—”

     “C’mon, doll.”

     “You’re beaten to a pulp.”

     A hand resting on your hip, he pushed you until you straddled his waist. “So, what?”

     “You’re still mad and whiny about those socs, I can tell,” you placed your hands on his chest, keeping your balance.

    He groaned, leaning his head back. “Yeah, I’m still mad. I got my ass beat some stupid socs. C’mon, doll, help me out here.”

     You wanted him to calm down and forget about those stupid socs. There were few ways to make him feel better; however, there was one particular solution that could—it would make him shut up too. You scooted back until you sat between his thighs. As your hands reached for the buttons on his jeans, you noticed the blatant tent in his pants. “Dal—”

     His lips curled into an annoying smirk with the joint dangling from his lips. “I can’t help it.”

     You scoffed as you pulled his zipper down. “Of course, you can’t,” you tugged the jeans down, fingers curling around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as well, allowing his half-hard dick to slip out. You wrapped your hands around him, making him grunt softly.

     “Doll, you don’t gotta—” he lifted himself on his elbows but hissed, receiving a sharp ache of pain from one of his growing bruises.

     You knew he didn't want you to stop, and he cared less whether you wanted to or not, but he wouldn't make you force if you didn't want to. In Dallas’ nature, he cared more about his pleasure than whoever he had sex with, but with you things were different. He wouldn’t beg. If you said no, he wouldn’t insult you. He would simply take his rejection—thank God, you didn’t say no.

On the other hand, you never did anything like this. You never did anything sexual at that, but you were doing this for Dallas, your friend. Of course, you want him to feel better. You were doing this because you chose to do it; you couldn't lie to yourself, Dallas was attractive—very. Maybe he felt the same about you.

     You wrapped your lips around his tip, circling your tongue around it before slowly moving lower. You stoked him slowly, glancing upward at his face for reassurance. His scrunched face told you that you must be doing something right, so you sucked softly, hallowing your cheeks. “Goddamn, doll,” he cursed, hand resting atop your head, not pushing you down. You swallowed and lowered until his leaking tip hit your throat, forcing a gag. Quickly, you raised your head, gasping for air. Your hand remained, stroking from his base to his tips, smearing your saliva and precum.

     You took a breath before pressing soft kisses to his tip and eventually wrapping your lips around his again, sucking harshly as you lowered your head and taking deep breaths through your nose as his tip became closer to the back of your throat. You swallowed and he bucked his hips upward into your mouth, pulling a gag from your throat, but you didn’t raise your head like last time. You placed your free hand on his thigh, holding him down as best as you could.

      After some time you began to bob your head up and down, hand wrapped around his cock following your actions. He let out a soft whimper, which encouraged you to speed up, wanting to hear more of his whimpers and whines. 

     “D-doll, shit—” he struggled as he attempted to control his bucking hips. It became obvious that his climax was approaching rapidly. You pulled away, making him whine, but your hand continued to stroke him, pace quickening until his cum squirted out in ropes on your hand. He groaned, dark eyebrows stitched together and free hand trying not to squeeze the joint between his fingers.

     You stood from your bed and wiped your hand with a random towel in your room before joining him in bed. Dallas pulled his pants up, forearm resting on his forehead, eyes closed. You rolled onto your side. “Feel better? Bet you're not thinking about those stupid socs. It's not like it was a rumble or anything. You were alone, and they had you surrounded—you couldn't do anything.”

     He hummed softly. “You’re too good at that, doll.”

     “Really? I’ve never done that before . . . ,” you stated shyly, glancing at the wrinkled sheets.

     Dallas’ eyes snapped open as he turned his head your way. “What?”

     “Yeah.”

     His smirk returned as he sat up, resting on his forearm, the pain visible on his face, but he bit the inside of his cheek, hiding the ache. “Guess I need to repay you, don’t I?” He put the joint in an open water bottle on your bedside table.

     Your eyes widened. “Oh, Dallas, you don’t need to—”

     “Course I do,” his hands went to the waistband of your shorts, tugging both your shorts and underwear down your thighs. You inhaled softly as the cold air brushed against your glistening cunt. “You’re really wet, doll. You sure you don’t want to? I can stop—”

     “No, you can keep going,” heat rushed to your face. Across the hall, your parents, unaware of your actions, were asleep while you were doing this. Yet again, Dallas just received a blowjob from you—that had to be worse, right?

     Dallas’ calloused fingers brushed against your unshaven cunt, pressing softly into your fold until he touched your clit. You bit your lip at the unusual feeling as his rough fingertips rubbed circles against the nub. You stayed like that for a minute, a warm feeling bubbling in your stomach. He removed his fingers, lowering them to your hole. He pressed into you gently, making you scrunch your face as the fingers entered, making you clench uncontrollably.

     “Relax. doll,” said Dallas as he slowly pulled out before entering again at a steady. Eventually, the unfamiliar feeling transformed into pleasure, and before you knew it, the warm pool in your stomach turned into an itchy, tingling ball of euphoria. You were unable to warn Dallas before you came, dampening his finger and clenching relentlessly. He continued, adding a second finger and his thumb pressing circles on your clit. The steady pace turned into a frantic, sloppy one, the squelching of your juices audible, and the heat in your face became impossibly hotter. You gasped and grasped at Dallas’ wrist, squirming away as overstimulation set in.

     “Dal—Dally, wait—”

     His free hand grabbed your thigh, light fingers pressing into your flesh, likely to leave dark bruises on your brown skin. “One more. Just one more, doll.”

     Your juices dripped from his fingers to your thighs, rolling down to your ass and staining your sheets. Without realizing the tingling feeling returned, but this time you couldn’t tell if you were gonna cum or pee. “Dallas, wait, please,” you begged, eyes widening and heart beating rapidly; however, as he persisted, you came, hard.

     Your hips bucked upward into his hand, cum rushing onto his fingers and your sheets. You squeezed your eyes shut as the tingling feeling erupted. You slowly open your eyes while Dallas removes his soaked fingers, a smirk visible on his face. “Damn, doll, squirted all over my fingers. Got your sheets wet.”

     You groaned at his words, cringing slightly. However, the moment got cut short as footsteps echoed from the hallway, growing louder as they approached your bedroom door. ��Hide!” you pushed him off the bed, and he ran into your closet while you moved your comforter to cover your body and faked sleep. The door creaked open. Your heart pounded, fingers trembling against your body. The door creaked shut, allowing you to take a deep breath and open your eyes. Dallas exited the closet and lay next to you. 

     “Shit, that was close, doll,” he said, wincing as he lay down. 

     “I think that’s God telling us to go to sleep,” you retorted.

     “C’mere,” Dallas wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, your back pressed against his naked chest.

    “Dal,” you groan, “I gotta put my hair up.”

     “Do it later.”

     “I can’t do it later. I can’t sleep unless I do, and what are we gonna do about my sheets?”

     Dallas groaned and argued back. There was a slim chance you two were gonna sleep at all.

[dazednstars141]

i want him to choke me, he’s so hot.

he looks so good here 😻😻 

[lilyxlovelyy]

Hi lovely! I’d love to see you write a one shot of Dallas Winston smut with hyper fem reader. Maybe they could be at bucks and making up for lost time bc Dally just got out of jail? Thank you 😊

Dallas x hyper fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, oral f receiving, breast attention, very slight daddy kink hehe, don’t think there is anything else but idk

• Authors note: Hiii i am so glad u asked this cause i have been looking for inspiration and i love this idea!!

About 1k words.

You were over at the Curtis house because dal was supposed to be in jail for another six weeks so you had been spending some extra time there.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t live without dallas it was just that after a few months you have grown to miss him, his voice, his touch, everything about him you craved more than ever.

The gang was all over watching movies, playing cards, eating all of Darry’s food and such when suddenly Twobit noticed a special someone walking up to the house.

“Hey, YN you might wanna see this!” He said watching out the window so you got off the couch and peeked out from behind the curtain.

Your eyes widened when you saw Dallas walking up the driveway with a cigarette between his fingers. You quickly scrambled out the door running as fast as your legs could carry you until you were safely in his arms.

“Woah there princess” he said with a chuckle his New York accent shining through, you just giggled in response while still holding onto him. As he He slung his arms around you he felt the heat and wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Miss me that much, huh’” he grinned before finally pulling away from the hug.

“Yeah…” you mumbled softly with a cheeky smile.

“Well lets take you home and take care of that shall we”

“aren’t you going to say hello to the guys?” You asked softly and he shrugged

“eh they’ll see me later” he grinned and began walking back down the street so you quickly followed after him.

When you had made it back to bucks there was a party going on, you could tell by the red lights glowing from inside; but the party didn’t bother you because you both went straight up to his room not caring to say ‘hey’ to anyone.

He shut the door behind him and made sure to lock it securely.

Once the door was locked you latched you hungry lips onto his. The taste of cigarettes and prison food clung to his lips but you didn’t care, all you cared about was him. Finally being back in his arms.

His rough hands roamed over your body until he laid you down on his bed. He swiftly pulled your little dress down over your head carelessly throwing it away before moving his hands to your breasts. Groping and squeezing them. As little moans slip from your mouth. he grins and rips off your bra.

“Fuck I’ve been dreaming of these tits for months.” He smirks before leaning down and taking one in his mouth and sucking hard.

You entangled your fingers into his scruff hair. As you tug on his dark locks he scraps his teeth against your nipple. As he continues to suckle at your nipples you moved one of your hands down to your clothed cunt and rubbing hard.

“Aww baby you want daddy to touch you?” He smirks and you looked up at him with a soft whimper escaping from your lips.

He moves his hands down your body, over your hips and finally tracing his finger over you cunt.

“Your soaked doll” he growls as he peppers kisses down your neck which earns a moan from you. He slowly slips a finger inside your wet heat feeling the juices run down his finger. He doesn’t waste time to add another finger pumping them in and out at a fast pace. Your mouth is ajar as he continually pumps them in and out making moans spill from your soft lips.

“You gonna cum babydoll?” He asks as he peppered soft kisses over your soft tummy.

“Mhmmmh y-yes” you whimper as he roughly shoves his fingers deeper into you.

“Good girl” he whispers quietly as you cum over his fingers. He brings his fingers to your lips

“taste yourself baby” he smirks and you waste no time to wrap your mouth around his two fingers and suck off the sweet taste of your juices.

He smirks before pulling his fingers out and moving them to your hips. He grins before burying his face between your thighs.

“I gotta taste you first” he mumbles before dipping his tongue between your slick folds.

“Fuck I missed this” he groans against your dripping pussy making vibrations course through your body earning another whimper from you. as he lapped his tongue over your clit before digging his tongue back into your hole.

“Mhmmmh fuck” he groans, his voice muffled by cunt.

“Ohhhh I’m cumming again” you cry out and wrapped your legs around his neck pulling him closer. If that was even possible.

He rarely gave oral but he missed you so much he needed to taste you right from the source. As you came he licked it up with his tongue tasting all your sweet juices.

Once he caught his breath he quickly pulled away and moved his hands from you down to his jeans. He unbuckled his belt with ease and threw it aside along with his jeans.

You stared at his cock with lust in your eyes. He gave it one stroke before lining it up with your cunt and thrusting in. He was never the type of guy to go slow or really take his time but especially not now, he needed you and he needed it now.

He continues his rough assault on your pussy as your screamed out in pleasure. He bent his head down to roughly kiss and bite at your neck.

As you got closer to yet another orgasm he brought one of his hands down and started to rub your aching clit which sent you over the edge to extreme bliss.

As you pulsed around his cock he could feel he was about to cum.

“Fuck are you on the pill” he asked between grunts to which you simply shook your head so he swiftly pulled out and came all over your chest.

He collapsed beside you.

“Oh fuck” you breathed.

Your heart was pounding against your chest but Dallas wasn’t finished with you as he carried you to the bathroom.

[diorgirl444]

moonlight serenade or the first time reader has sex with dallas winston...

okay first let’s get this out of the way, yes i’m a minor but everyone’s aged up in this fic so don’t come for me. please don’t comment trying to police what’s appropriate for me and what’s not i’m seventeen and where i live i can legally have sex so it’s really not that deep. i’m a young woman - i’m exploring my desires in a healthy safe way and if you cannot shake this livid rage coursing through you maybe try touching some grass. xxx

this fic absolutely could not have been written with out the help of @avroravia she not only proofread it but also edited it and just offered me constant encouragement and support. basically she is just an absolute angel and i implore you to go read her fics right after you finish this 😛 amar thank you and i luv u

warnings: bad writing? (baby’s first time writing smut), um smut obvs (you are responsible for your own media consumption), fem! reader, characters are aged up, reader is a virgin, kinda dom dallas ig tho this wasn’t planned it just happened that way, 2,690 words <3

there is something poetically erotic about dallas winston.

you have known this since the day first saw him: his eyes wild and dark, his grin crooked and breath smelling of whiskey. he is animalistic in his vigor, a power that simmers and hums through his body so that you might think he was the devil. it is beautiful in a twisted way and right now you are more aware of this than ever.

shadows are cast across his face, and he leans over you in nothing but his oil stained wifebeater and jeans. he's smiling down at you, tickling you with kisses along your neck. this is as far as you've gone and because of your lack of experience as far as you've wanted to go for a long time. but right now with his st christopher glinting and dangling down in front of your gaze all you can think about how much you want him. how much you want all of him from his calloused palms to his voice made raspy with cigarettes.

“i want you to fuck me”

it comes out before you can you can think it through, words unbidden and unwanted choking your throat up. your face flushes hot and you press your hand to your mouth as if you can put them back where they came from but it’s too much too late.

he laughs lowly, voice making your skin break out into goosebumps and his hand toys with the edge of your nightdress.

“you mean that angel? you want me to be your first doll?” he grins, teeth glinting vampire like in the low light.

if you weren’t flustered before you are now from his teasing tone and you hide your face in your hands which only makes him laugh more.

“oh baby don’t hide your pretty face from me” he says before gently pulling you hands away. you’re greeted with a more genuine smile then before and he fondly tucks a stand of hair behind you ear.

“if you really mean that - i’d be real lucky to be your first, seriously i know i talk a lot of shit but if you really are sure then i’m gonna make you feel so nice” as he speaks the rough pads of his fingers draw circles along your thighs in what you’re sure is supposed to be a soothing gesture but is actually incredibly distracting. to be fair though you find everything he does distracting.

he looks at you like he’s waiting for an answer so you nod and he shakes her head.

“nah, i wanna hear you say it,” he murmurs, “say it f’me”

“please dal...” you say, shocked by how breathy your voice has become but he groans softly and it makes something pleasant creep up your gut.

“please - christ - sweetest thing i’ve ever known ain’t you?” he says hands slowly making their ascent but to your disappointment they go right up to resting on your waist. seeing your pout he smirks.

“impatient thing too, i bet. you want me to take it off?” dallas whispered, fingers lightly tugging on the soft silk straps of your nightdress.

slowly he pulls it up off you and though you’re terribly shy laying there in nothing but your now wet cotton panties, his face makes up for it.

“christ you look so fuckin’ good” he rasps lowly, tongue darting out to hungrily trace his lip.

despite your nerves you lean forward slightly and lift his vest over his head. you’ve seen dallas shirtless before and so feel confident navigating it as you press a soft kiss to his jaw. a small offering of affection where words are difficult.

and he seems to understand as he guides your hands to the cool metal of his belt buckle, your trembling fingers unclasping it and brushing over him. he groans softly and so with confidence from who knows where you press more intentionally, gasping slightly at the way he bucks into you.

“tease” he grunts out, pupils dark with something you’ve only seen a couple times before and something that makes you press your legs together absentmindedly. pushing you hand away he finally pulls his jeans fully off and you stare desperately at your boyfriend in nothing but his boxers. beautiful feels an understatement, a word that is much too fragile to describe how he looks. in fact it feels like your whole brain is simply humming with him, anything else feels deeply unimportant.

you watch as his big hands, all of him is big really, settle on the inside of your thighs. making purchase on the skin there in such a way that you wonder if there will be marks, you hope there is. that you can take a part of him with you everywhere, a marker of what it is to be touched by such a man as dallas winston.

he idly thumbs at the small bow of your panties before slipping his hand beneath the soft fabric, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth teasingly. the soft mewl you let out at his touch would be humiliating were it not for the way pleasure sparks through you as his fingers part your folds. you’ve touched yourself before sure but it has never felt like this, dallas’s fingers just so much bigger and experienced then yours. as if he knows what you need before you do.

“god you’re already so fuckin’ needy... soakin’ wet” his teasing voice drawls out but formulating a response is much too hard now his finger has found your clit and is drawing soft little teasing circles over it - both not enough and too much at once. he speeds up ever so slightly, smirking cockily at the soft gasp he draws from you. he’s lazy as he strokes you - as if he has all the time in the world and all he wants to do is watch your lashes flutter and feel the way you absentmindedly buck against hand.

the thing is though it’s not just the way his fingers know just what you do to make you feel good, though of course that is part of it but it’s just him as a whole. the way you’re completely sarrounded by him, his large frame dwarfing your smaller one, the smell of cigarettes and his shaving cream that seems to permeate the air, the praises that he almost reverently mumbles but mainly it’s the fact that it’s him. your dal - your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first love and now your first..

you whine softly when he suddenly pulls his hand away, brows scrunched up but he simply shakes his head and licks his fingers clean before fully hiking your panties down your legs.

“taste like honey” he tells you, his warm brown eyes fluttering shut at the taste.

grinning all teeth, he thumbs at it watching the way your hole flutters and clenches around nothing, dribbling down onto your floral bedsheets below.

you blink up at him through hooded lashes, the way girls do in movies and hope it is enough to seduce him into touching you again. once again though he seems to understand what you need without you even speaking as he tentatively pushes the pad of his finger into you. the gasp you let out is sinful, even just the tiniest part of him making you feel more full than ever before. gently he nudges the finger further in, eyes zeroed on the way the tight hole sucks it in like a vice. once it’s fully in he begins, slowly at first - easing you through the rhythms as he fucks you. grunting lowly as if he’s getting pleasure just from the way your face scrunches up and body trembles.

“shit - think - think you can take another one baby” he asks is as if he’s not already pushing it in, making you feel impossibly full.

he’s faster now, clear goal in mind as he stretches and curls his fingers till he finds what he’s staring for. when he feels the way you clench around him and offer him a delicious moan he knows he has. with renewed vigour he rubs that spot inside you till it’s almost too much, your legs kicking out, hands almost trying to push him away.

“dal - oh - i” you’re babbling out softly as the sensations course through you, but he just hums encouragingly.

with his free hand that had been resting on your thigh he trails it down to you clit - rubbing it in quick, tight figure-8s whilst curling the ones inside of you against that spongey spot. without warning it suddenly happens, like a pot bubbling over as you tighten around his two fingers and spill out. lips keening out a high-pitched sound somewhere between a moan and a sob as your lashes shutter quickly. that earlier tension softening to the most wonderful feeling that has your body trembling and arching.

when you come to, eyes opening you’re greeted with brown eyes glancing over you. his gaze softer then you’ve ever seen it as he messily kisses you and mumbles against your mouth “did so good for me doll - can’t wait to feel you cum like that on my cock”

“need you now dal” you whisper back using your legs to pull him in closer - it’s not enough you want to be as close to him as possible.

following your encouragement he quickly rids himself of his boxers and finally he is fully bare before you. what strikes you about dallas is the lack of shyness, as if he knows that every part of him is harshly beautiful. grecian statue with his broad nose, lightly muscular chest and his now hardened cock. he holds out a condom and with his hands leading yours, you roll it onto his dick. tentatively wrapping your small hands around it and being rewarded with a gravelly moan. “next time baby” he says and you watch, entranced as he angles himself perfectly with his palms tightly gripping your hips.

“might hurt at first babydoll but it’s gonna feel real good pretty soon okay?” he warns, brows furrowed with the tension of waiting. you nod impatiently, grabbing onto shoulders as if you can push him in by them alone.

he laughs, classic crooked grin on his face. “god real greedy aren’t you?”

his smirk is knocked off his face when he slowly pushes in, groaning lowly at how tight you are still. he’s right, there’s a slight sting between your legs but you trust him that it will get nicer. his fingers seemed big earlier but now you know they were nothing compared to the way just the head of his makes you. ever so slowly he bullies his way into you, a bead of sweat clinging to his brow as he pushes all the way. when he’s finally full sheaved, you whimper - the feeling indescribable and like nothing you’ve ever known.

“gonna... gonna... fuck... move now okay pretty girl?” he rasps out, pressing his forehead to yours. you can do nothing but nod, as your breath is stolen from you.

purposefully he begins to move, rocking in and out of you and the sting has faded now, replaced by white hot beams of pleasure that course through you with each of his movements. his mouth finds your neck and your collarbone and your breasts - basically any part of you within reach and you are almost certain there will be marks tomorrow. the steady pace is torturous now though and almost tearfully you beg him, pouting “dallas - need more!”

“spoilt little thing needs more hm?” he says and if your eyes weren’t closed you would of seen the devilish grin on his face.

and the thing is with dallas he truly can never backdown from a challenge. without warning he speeds up, a truly punishing pace that leaves you feeling such intense pleasure that all you can do is lie there and take it, your body boneless as you moan and babble.

“too much? just gonna have to fuckin’ take it…” his teasing words only serve to make you even more humiliating wet - your body having an almost pavlovian response when he mocks you.

he laughs cruelly, the pad of his thumb finding your bud and rubbing tight little circles as he jackhammers into you.

“christ- you’re so fuckin’ tight”

you can feel that familiar pleasure coming over you - your body tightening up as he continues his frantic movements. you think he’s getting close to from the way his words have faded into animalistic grunts, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and the st christopher bouncing against his bare chest. he suddenly pinches your clit and that’s all it takes. your body seizes up, eyes rolling back as you cum all over his cock. the pleasure comes in waves, rolling over you as you dig your nails into his back to ground yourself.

you tightening around him is the last push he need and with a loud moan of your name he comes into the condom, head tiredly falling against your shoulder as the high fades.

“shit wasn’t too rough was i? was tryna be gentle but then you had to give me those damn fuck-me eyes and i lost it” he says and if you didn’t know any better you might think he was feeling a bit insecure.

you smile softly though and shake your head “dal i’m so glad it was you” his ego restored he shrugs, smirking as he pulls out of you. he rises and you feel a stab in your gut - is he leaving? catching your gaze he rolls his eyes.

“cool yourself duchess, i’m just getting you something to clean you up okay?” you flush, pleased and embarrassed all at once but true to his word he reappears with a flannel wet with warm water which he uses to gently wipe you clean. once that’s done he curls up beside you, loosely wrapping his arm around your middle.

“sleep now - delicate things like you need their rest after their hot greaser boyfriends rail them within an inch of their life” he grins against your shoulder and you scoff softly, too tired to bicker. still with his arm slung around you and the warmth of his breath on your neck you’ve never felt more loved. you really are lucky to have dallas winston as your first.

bonus the next morning:

“what’s that on your necklace dal - next to the st christopher?”

“oh that it’s just your purity ring?”

“why on god’s name do you have that!” what if my parents see! they’ll kill you!”

“well shit angel it’s not like you need it anymore - not after the way i fucked you stupid last night ”

“i hate you...”

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3