#n i don't even wanna know what it's doin to my head on the subconscious level

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

Maybe it's just my paranoia but I'm startin to feel he's got some abilities we aren't aware of

Startin to feel he did somethin to my brain that he's not supposed to be able to do

[bldngiris]

꒰OKLAHOMA SMOKESHOW ꒱ . . . d winston !

pairing(s) : book! dallas winston x fem!soc! reader

in which y/n dreams of escaping tulsa but her dad is holding her back. however dallas winston listens and yearns.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : yelling, swearing, r's father is an ass, r is a soc but she doesn't like being one, discrimination. movie dallas used only for visuals even though i used blonde book dallas in mind!! mentions of religion, angst

robin chirps : happy easter!! this fic is inspired by oklahoma smokeshow by zach bryan :) bold is the song lyrics!

go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like.

y/n stood in front of her full-length mirror and took a look at herself one last time before heading out the door. if her father had caught her wearing anything other than appropriate soc attire, she would be done for. the amount of times she had been hit on by cocky high class boys who just wanted to get into her pants was numerous, alas her father didn't care. "you don't want to look like one of those greasy balls of garbage do you?" he would ask her. truth was y/n didn't want to be a soc. sh didn't want to be a greaser either. she wanted to escape tulsa and live in a city without labels and get away from all the hostility stored away in the streets of tulsa.

i know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight. you always wind up here in a puddle of tears

y/n had made her way to the diner with her friends. however, her "friends" had left her midway through the walk home to go hang out with a group of other socs. it had started to rain and the closest place y/n could go to was bucks. y/ns feet subconsciously made their way to the building lit by neon beer signs, ignoring the voice in the back of her head saying, "if i catch you 'round one of them greaser places.."

she slowly opened the door to the place, as a mixture of tears, mascara and raindrops ran down her face, her hair sticking to her face, her dress drenched. many eyes were on her as barely, if any, socs came to bucks. whispers, some louder than others presumably by drunk men were heard as y/n sat on one of the bar stools.

them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood In the back of a blue old pick up truck. you've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up

y/n sat at the barstool, a shaggy, pale, blonde boy sat beside her, a malboro cigarette hanging out of his mouth loosely.

"hey man, what're you doin' out here?" he asked the soc, curiously, in a sluggish tone of voice. y/n sniffled.

"my friends left me when we were at the diner, n' i didn't wanna get jumped, it's dangerous walkin' home by myself, y'know." she sniffled again. "plus, it's cold and wet." she paused again. dallas listened, as he hummed and nodded, understanding what she was talking about.

there's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend

"that really sucks man," he muttered taking a sip of his whiskey and coke, y/n could smell the drink from her seat. dallas did't turn away or ignore her after that. they spent the next hour talking.

but she swears that his love is a damn god send

don't get me wrong, dallas hated socs. but y/n was different, under the high class, hair done, pretty dress facade, she was a normal girl yearning for more than just a privilege title. the two could relate on another level which dallas had appreciated. dallas and y/n both wanted more or less the same thing, both wanted to escape tulsa, but more or less everything was holding them back from doing so.

she's known god since she was a child, she used to play in the yard and she would dream of one day

y/n played in the front yard of her house with a white picket fence. she saw two kids around her age, playing over by a park around the 'border' between the west and east side.

"hi! im y/n can i play with you?" she asked the three children. they were greaser children, as seen by the difference in their appearance.

'til the world came around and took her dreaming away. told her how to dress and act and smile.

"sure! im soda, thats johnny and that one over there is steve" one said. soon enough, y/n's father had come out of the house, soon following a burst of yelling came about. "y/n get over here and away from that white trash." he exclaimed. y/n wondered, how could a grown adult be so hostile toward children? y/ns father grabbed the little girls hand and took her back over to the freshly painted house on the block.

'y/n, sweetie, you know better than to talk to those type of people." he told her. "now, im sure mrs. sheldon and mrs. valances children would love to play with you hm?" he said. the little girl with pigtails and turned around to watch the greaser kids looking at her sadly, eventually cheering themselves up and laughing softly as they played on the monkey bars.

she's an oklahoma smokeshow. he's an asshole from back home. she'll never make it out alive.

that night, at bucks dallas and y/n talked for hours. y/n told dallas about her image and how she was forced by her father to keep up the good girl act, how every soc guy just wanted to get in her pants and how she's never going to make it out alive.

dallas told her about how he grew up in the streets of brooklyn, new york because his asshole father didn't give a shit about him. his mother and grandmother didn't have enough to provide, because his dad kept taking the profit to the bottle. he ended up in juvi by the time he was ten for theft, trying to provide for his family until he just left and ended up here in tulsa.

that small town bar scene, where small vices kill your big dreams. he'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive.

"but my dad will never let me leave, not until i'm 21 at least, and if i do, he'll list me as a runaway to the police and they'll come and find me." she muttered, solemnly. it was nearly midnight now. dallas way to intoxicated to drive. y/n had used bucks landline to call a cab as she made her way home, thinking of the boy who had changed her life in a mere few hours.

well, I've been here, I've been up all night. thinkin' 'bout a life with you and i. one you'll never know 'cause you're a small town smokeshow.

dallas layed there, head empty except for the thought of y/n. it was nearly 3 in the morning at this point, but all he could think about was the girl who he had just met but felt like they had known each other for years and there he continued dreaming, because unfortunately for him only one of the two got their 'escape' from the prejudice of tulsa, oklahoma. unfortunately, it wasn't y/n. unfortunately, it wasn't the way either of them planned.

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🗿 Hey hows it goin, I'm super late to filling out my poll queue, sincerest apologies to all my baby girls out there who's been putting up w me. So heres fic 1 of 4 from my poll (the poll in question). This is gonna b kinda short and brief because I have a whole series planned for dragon king rengoku, I wrote it out a year ago and when me and my bf rearranged our apartment I accidently put the notebook it was in, in a box in the closet of the spare bedroom. Anyway I know yall dont wanna hear about all that.

Info: Smut ahead! cunnilingus and all that good shit I be doin.

Minors: The bell dont dismiss you, I do, and ur DISMISSED. 💃

Lmk if u lookin for a pt 2, either way I'll be turning this into a series soooooo peace! 🦧

You were as educated as one could be about the Dragon people before your first night with him.

Especially on how sex with his kind was to go, but you're not like him, and even you had to learn new things.

You're human, more fragile.

and much, much smaller than he.

You had been educated in their heat cycles, said cycles usually taking place during fall or spring.

It was one such spring night when you returned to your shared bedroom.

Spring was almost over actually, the room was warmer than usual and Kyojuro had yet to return from whatever business had called him earlier that day.

You changed and slipped into bed and fingered some bland fairytale novel your sister had recommended, your eyelids grew heavy and you fell asleep.

The dream you had was...well...You actually don't recall seeing anything in the dream.

Just the sensations.

Something slick and wet, hot, heavy.

Your eyes snapped open, the room was much more humid and you felt so sticky. The candle you had been used for reading had burned itself out after you fell asleep.

You could see the moonlight spilling in from the open balcony where the landing pad was, you left it open incase Kyojuro returned while you were asleep.

Something shifts and your eyes dart between your legs and your eyes meet with the glowing eyes of the king himself.

He's lapping at your slowly, lewdly, not breaking eye contact.

He tilts his head and brushes his cheek against your inner thigh.

"M-My lord? What are you doi-" One of his hands comes up to press his pointer finger against your lips to hush you and lifts his head from between your legs.

"Just us here my sweet wife, you remember my name, yes?" His voice has an edge to it, as if hes begging you to say his name, he withdraws his hand.

"k-Kyojuro-Oh!" He shoves his face right back against your sex, his tongue is always so very pleasantly long. His hands are between your legs as well, pressed against your thighs and pressing you as open as he can. His tongue is as deep as he can get it and you can feel the way he's absolutely devouring you.

Something doesn't seem right.

You grip at the sheets, he's relentless and merciless.

You're gasping out his name when you cum and in the heat of the moment your hands fly out and grab his spiraling horns, gripping them tightly.

When you finally let go, he's ontop of you so fast and your wrists are in his hand and pinned above your head.

"I ache, dear sweet wife of mine" You can feel it throb against you, "I thought you learned not to touch the horns of a beast," He leans down to your ear, "Especially the horns of a beast in heat."

He pulls back and smiles but when he opens his mouth and talks, smoke spills from his lips.

This is a warning.

Dragons are vulnerable during heat cycles, grabbing the horns of one suck dragon is a blatant physical challenge for dominance. Even if this is not the intention, it triggers some kind of subconscious reaction.

"I didn't meant to-" His wings spread out and gods you're so thankful for how large and open the bedroom is, "I'm terribly sorry (y/n), but I can't let this go." This is...Dangerous.

Not because kyo would hurt you, never, but usually during his head cycle, he distances himself from you completely because of a different reason.

His knot.

You've seen it but never taken it.

"I just wanted to taste you so badly," He whines, leaning in to kiss your neck, "I wasn't going to do anything to you." He's biting now.

"But now I have to defend my honor as King."

Oh barnacles.

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

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