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i'm just a kid
i never use my brain
i only use my heart
and my imagination
let me put on a show for you daddy.
you dont get it, you just don’t get it 🎀
I’m your jazz singer ৎ୭ ₊˚♪ ʚĭɞ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ➷
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we get down every friday night
let me put on a show for you, tiger
𝑖 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎
Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring, my summer wine is really made from all these things
Please don't be afraid to text me, I'm nice, I swear 🫶🏼
Lanita <3
Thank you for the requests! I hope you enjoy! 🤍
Warnings: fem!reader, mention of drugs, slight angst, smut, fingering, oral fem!receiving
He's my drugstore cowboy
Another successful drugstore robbery. Better than unsuccessful, that’s for sure. Unsuccessful meant Bob moping around the apartment like an unfed dog, irritable with every minor inconvenience that occurred; hell, even you getting up to go to the bathroom angered him.
Though success was also bittersweet. Sure, Bob was elated; his lopsided grin that remained for the whole evening as he indulged in the various goods was cute; you just wished it was you that had brought it upon his face.
He had been so caught up in his drugs lately that it felt as though time spent between you was growing scarcer and scarcer.
You two used to always share a little celebration after a fruitful haul, him groaning how a high with you was the most mind-numbing, dizzying high, but now it seemed as though Bob only cared for his fix, not you.
Driving recklessly down the highway, his lopsided grin already fully formed, he turned to look at you for a split second after realising how silent you had been for the past fifteen minutes.
You hadn’t looked at him at all, not even once; you just stared out the window, watching cars zoom past like shooting stars.
You felt lonely and unwanted lately, insecure in Bob’s love and desire for you. How could you not when he was handing you every reason to do so right into your hands?
The insecurity continued to course through your veins just as the dope soon would in his, only he would be chasing his high, and you would be begging the gods above to save you from your lowest lows.
The swirling, dark cloud of hurtful thoughts immediately dissipated when you heard him call your name, and you almost had a heart attack when you realised his hands were off the wheel and he was staring right at you.
Bob’s eyes widened at your startled appearance.
“Oh my god.” You clutched the dashboard, gasping. “I thought we were still driving.”
He chuckled softly, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
“You okay? You seem…kinda down.”
“I’m fine.” You managed to muster up a weak half-smile. “Just tired; it’s almost midnight.”
Bob glanced at the time.
“Yeah, sorry for dragging you out so late, sweetheart; you were great tonight, and we’re almost home.”
Humming, you turned to look out of the window again, too tired to fake anything at the moment.
“You sure you’re okay? Not just now, but – I dunno, you’ve been off lately.”
You gulped, trying to force back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
“Everything’s great, Bob.” Your voice wavered as you snapped at him. “I just want to get home.”
At the word “home”, you finally cracked, sniffling as the tears streamed down your cheeks faster than the cars on the highway.
“Hey…”
Bob gripped your chin, turning it gently so you were facing him, his eyes soft and lips pursed as he watched you cry with a pained expression.
“What’s goin’ on?”
His voice was hushed in the silent car, save for your soft cries, with no sound of the engine or radio to distract either of you.
“Sweetheart, talk to me.”
“It doesn’t matter.” You shook your head, furiously wiping at the tears. “You’ve got your drugs, so don’t act like you even care.”
“It – it does matter. Of course I care; I hate seeing you all sad like this.”
You pulled your knees up to your chest.
“I just feel like –” You paused to let out a shaky breath. ” “Feel like you don’t pay attention to me anymore, don’t want me anymore.”
“What…?” His words trailed off as he sighed and leaned back in his seat, rubbing his hands all over his face in frustration.
“Baby, I’m so fucking sorry. You know I love you, right? I’d do anything for you.” He moved his hand to your knee, hoping to provide some comfort and affection.
“I always want you; I’ve just been doing a real shitty job at showing you. I’m so sorry.”
You hiccuped.
“I just really miss you, Bob; don’t want to lose you.”
“You’ll never lose me; you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Better than dope?” You smiled faintly, half-joking with him, warming up slowly after hearing the words you so desperately needed to hear.
“Oh, much better than dope.” He laughed. “Always told you that you were the best drug baby.”
This time, you smiled fully.
“C’mere, sweets.”
He patted his lap, gesturing for you to climb over, which you did, settling on top of him with your legs on either side of his, your chests pressed together in the cramped space.
“You deserve so much, y’know? I’m gonna put all my attention on you tonight, no drugs.”
The hairs on your arms stood up as his palms traced up and down them, squeezing your shoulders as he pulled your face to his, breath ghosting over your skin as he spoke.
“I’ve got the best girl, and I had to bring her to tears just for me to fully fuckin’ realise. Never want to make you feel unwanted ever again; you have no clue how badly I always want you.”
Bob was practically worshipping you with his words and light touches. Nothing inherently sexual; he just wanted to show you how much you really meant to him and wanted to fill that void he had caused to emerge.
You pouted at him. As much as you adored him being all soft and gentle with you, these past few weeks have had a significant absence of any physicality, and you were beyond frustrated.
You shuffled and squirmed in his lap, hoping he’d get the hint and do something about it.
“Someone’s needy, hm?”
“Bob.” You whined, your eyes shut as you clenched the fabric of his shirt.
“Don’t worry, baby; tonight’s all about you, gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget about anything else.”
Your stomach burnt at the thought, filthy images playing in your mind.
“Been needing you so much.”
“I know; scoot back for me a little.” He murmured, pushing your hips to help you shuffle back a bit.
Bob didn’t want to drag this out; he figured that you had waited long enough, and it would be completely unfair to torture you any longer.
He didn’t remove any of your clothes; he just unbuttoned your shirt enough to expose your cleavage and pulled your panties to the side.
His fingers skillfully played with the soft flesh, feeling the coarse little hairs scattered over the area.
Glancing up at you, he noticed how your bottom lip was already caught between your teeth, small huffs escaping you as you lost yourself in the feel of his thick, calloused fingers working you up.
He dragged two along your slit, gliding from your entrance to your clit and gathering slick on his fingers, evoking an ungodly moan from you.
Bob continued his ministrations, revelling in the sight of you already falling apart at his touch, back arched and your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.
Peeking down at where his hands met your cunt, his mouth watered at how it was practically glistening.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”
He groaned with arousal dripping from his voice.
A steady rhythm was eventually built, his fingers rubbing fast, tight circles on your clit whilst using his other hand to finger you, two fingers sliding in and out in a come-hither motion, rubbing against that sweet spot, your legs clenching around his hands, forcing him to keep them there.
Each sound made was utterly erotic. Your moans, the squelching noises from his fingers pushing inside you, his deep groans.
It was just what you needed.
Your eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, and you caught a glimpse of the look on Bob’s face. He looked absolutely gone. Gone in almost the same way as when he was high, but this time his eyes were on you the whole time, totally transfixed by every move you made.
His lips caught yours in a soft kiss, mouths gliding over each other’s with affectionate passion.
You were teetering on the edge of your orgasm until Bob stopped what he was doing and pulled away from the kiss, panting.
“Can I taste you, sweetheart?”
His eyes were heavy-lidded, voice low.
You groaned at his question, mumbling a quiet “yeah”, before waiting to see what he had in mind. First, he removed your skirt and panties, and then the seat began to recline as he pulled the lever on its side, tilting back just enough so that he was facing up at the car roof, lights beaming in his hazel eyes.
He lifted his head to look at you.
“C’mon.”
He beckoned you to come and sit on his face; the mere idea almost had you orgasming, and you slowly crawled up until you were hovering over him.
Letting out a loud groan, he pulled your hips so you were seated right on his mouth, and his nose brushing up against your clit had you gasping.
“Bob, what if someone sees?” You muttered, trying to catch your breath, to no avail.
“Just relax, baby; you deserve a reward. No one’s gonna see us out here.”
He was already drooling into your pussy, saliva mixing with your juices.
As you began to grind your hips against his face, his tongue swirled around your skin, lapping up all the slick and alternating between sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue.
You cried out at the overwhelming sensations. You could feel his stubble scratching against you; the contrast between the rough and smooth had you shaking over his head.
“Bob-.”
He hummed into your cunt and guided your hips to rock against him, absolutely devouring you in the driver's seat.
After a few more swipes of his tongue, you bent over and tugged at his scruffy brown hair, orgasm washing over you, sending your head reeling.
Once you fully came down, he helped you off him and pulled the seat back up, holding you steady in his lap, stroking your back and licking his mouth clean.
He placed a few pecks on your lips, mumbling caring praises.
“Did so good, baby. Love making you cum; there’s nothing sweeter than you.”
You rested contently against his chest, too worn out to say anything, and you could feel him hard beneath your lap. You gestured towards the tightness in his pants.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet. Just wait till we get home.”
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Could you please do Dallas x SOC!Fem!Reader (nsfw) ! Readers parents are out on a business trip and Dallas can’t keep himself away from her !!
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Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! 🤍
Warnings: fem!reader, smut, oral fem!receiving, pnv sex,
lay me down tonight in my linen and curls
It was an ordinary Friday night for you. You’d had a nice bubble bath and caught up on some reading which you had been feeling guilty for neglecting for so long.
You were wrapped up in a fluffy pink nightgown; the only difference was your mother was scribbling down the phone number of the place where she and your father were staying for the weekend.
She kissed you on the forehead, smelling of jasmine and rose. and your dad gave you a hug, both of them grabbing their bags and heading out the front door into their cab.
You waved at them from the window, the warm, summer night breeze brushing against your skin, lace curtains dancing in the window frame.
You had the whole house to yourself until Sunday evening, and you figured you would spend your time watching movies that you wouldn’t usually watch with them around and order greasy food they wouldn’t approve of.
The majority of your day had been spent with your friends, hanging out at a private pool which your dad had rented for you to use during the summer. It had a lovely tennis court with lush green grass and white picket fences lined with orange trees. The pool was a deep aquamarine colour and smelt of chlorine, which was a peculiarly pleasant smell to you, the smell of relaxation and fun.
Dallas had stopped by to see you during the day, walking in unannounced with a “Hey ladies” that had all of your friends laughing in amusement. He had kissed you on your cheek, remembering how you chastised him for being too PDA once in front of them, and Dallas did not want to get on your bad side, especially not today with you in your pale yellow bikini with little cornflower blue flowers that matched your headband.
He told you that he would “swing by later”, though you had forgotten to mention that your parents were out on a business trip for the whole weekend, so he could come by whenever, really.
Now sat on your velvet sofa, you debated calling him and inviting him over now. Your movie had finished, and you craved his presence.
Stepping barefoot onto your Persian rug, you padded over to your dial phone and called up Bucks. When he answered and heard your voice, he informed you that Dallas wasn’t there before you could even get a full sentence out.
Sighing, you thanked him and hung up the phone. He was probably out somewhere with some of the guys or causing trouble. Whatever it was, you just prayed he was safe and would stick to his word.
Continuing your evening as normal, you played a Lesley Gore vinyl and eventually settled into your freshly changed sheets, picking up the book you were reading earlier as you waited.
The words on the page were beginning to blur as your eyes started to flutter closed, though you were soon broken out of your sleepy haze with a start.
The phone on your nightstand was ringing, and you rushed to pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Heya, Doll, I was told a pretty little thing was calling for me earlier.”
His deep voice rumbled through the receiver.
“Yeah, well, I wanted to see if you were still coming over tonight, and I forgot to mention my parents are out for the whole weekend.”
“Oh, they are now? How could you possibly forget to mention such great news, sweetheart?”
He teased.
“Oh, shut up. You coming over or what?”
“Someone’s eager.”
Dallas laughed, wanting to poke fun at you for a little longer.
“I just miss you, that’s all.”
You admitted quietly, and Dallas felt his heart tighten; you were always so sweet.
“I’ll be there soon as I can, okay, doll?”
“Yeah, okay, I love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
The absence of his voice already had you longing for him; you tossed and turned in your bed, and every second waiting for him felt like hours.
Suddenly, you noticed Dallas climbing in through your window, your eyes widening in confusion.
“Why didn’t you just use the door? No one’s here.”
“Well, it’s no fun that way.”
He landed on your carpet with a thud.
“Sho-”
“Shoes off, yes, yes, I know.”
“I want my room to stay clean.”
He walked over to where you were sitting on your bed and wrapped his arms around you, mumbling.
“I don’t want you to stay clean; I wanna mess you up.”
He’d been here for less than two minutes and was already talking dirty.
“So cute you are, y’know? In your little pyjamas, waitin’ for your greaser boyfriend in your princess bed.”
His hands were already all over you, and there was a glint of desire in his eyes which you simply couldn’t resist.
“Dal…”
He pushed you down onto your pillows and kissed you surprisingly slow and sweet, his Christopher dangling from his neck, your lips merging together as you both breathed heavily into each other’s mouths.
You stayed like that for a good few minutes, just kissing and lightly touching; Dallas could be really sweet when he wanted to.
He groaned.
“Doll, I can’t lie; I’m gettin’ pretty hard right now.”
You bucked your hips up into his and whimpered, drawing another groan from him.
He glanced up at your face and noted that familiar look of arousal in you, eyes heavy and lips parted.
“Go on, dolly, tell me what you want.”
His hands were still running all over you, gripping the flesh of your chest, waist, ass, just everywhere.
He moved them to cup your face.
“Hm?”
You just squirmed in his arms, so he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, baby.”
His voice grew huskier, his arousal evident.
“I want you, Dal. ”
You murmured almost incoherently.
“What was that? You want me? Want me to do what?”
You groaned, his relentless teasing doing your head in.
“Want you to fuck me.”
“Well, all you had to do was say, doll.”
He repositioned himself above you, hips settling between yours, and he went to tug at your pyjama top.
“Can I take this off?” “Yeah.”
Your voice came out in a raspy breath.
Dallas wasted no time in tearing all of your clothes off, only leaving you in your cotton bra and panties.
“So pretty f’me, my gorgeous girl.”
He always made you so bashful when he spoke like that, his words sending your head spinning and your stomach flipping.
He reached to pull his own shirt off and rid himself of his jeans, now also only in his boxers, not wanting to prolong this for much longer.
His fingers fiddled with the clasp of your bra.
“Wanna see those sweet tits of yours, baby.”
You lifted your back slightly to help him get your bra off, and Dallas’s eyes immediately went down to your breasts, his mouth following as he took one in his mouth.
You arched up at his touch, moaning at the sensation and rocking your hips against his, letting his bulge rub against your clothed core, which was already dampening.
He pulled away from your breast, replacing his mouth with his hands, pinching and squeezing the skin there.
“Already wet, huh? I’ve barely even touched you yet.”
“Dal don’t tease; I’ve been waiting all evening.”
You whined.
“So you weren’t just sitting here innocently wantin’ to spend time with me? Only using me? I’m hurt, doll.”
He feigned offence. He truly loved how much you always wanted him, the thought rushing straight south.
“Dally, please.”
“Love when you beg, baby.” He placed little bites along the column of your neck. “Let's get these off you.”
He pulled your panties off and tossed them somewhere across the room, mouth heading straight to your pussy and licking a long stripe from your clit down to your centre.
You moaned loudly, hips canting into his face as you sought relief from the ache between your thighs.
He held your hips down against the mattress.
“Stay still f’me; can you do that?”
He mumbled into your flesh, the vibrations heightening your pleasure.
“Mhm.”
Dallas pulled away without warning.
“Words, doll, or I’ll stop.”
The look on his face was serious, and you didn’t dare to remain silent, not when the punishment was that severe.
“I can stay still.”
The words were barely uttered from your lips, but they were enough for him to keep going.
“That’s a good girl.”
He continued to eat you out like you were the ripest fruit on a hot summer day, sweet and dripping around his mouth.
He always loved how you tasted, and he couldn’t stop the moans and grunts escaping him.
Though you were in absolute heaven, you needed him inside you. Now.
“Dal, need you inside me now.”
He lifted his head and spoke.
“Yeah? Need me to fuck you right here while your parents aren’t home?” He tutted. “Just think of what they’d say if they knew what a greaser was doing to you in your bed in their house.”
You moaned again.
“Don’t care, Dal, just really want you inside.”
“You’ve been such a good girl, sweetheart; I’ll give you what you want.”
He got rid of his boxers and aligned himself with your entrance, pushing in with one swift movement that had you both groaning.
“All good?”
He peppered kisses along your jaw.”
“Yeah, you can move.”
You whispered in the dimly lit room, only your cat-shaped lamp on the nightstand table providing any source of light.
Dallas took both of your hands in his, which was a surprisingly gentle act, and began to rock his hips against yours, stretching you out before filling you back up again.
You loved when he was all caring like this. Your hands in his as he thrust into you and the little kisses he placed in innocent places just to show he loved you.
The slow, intimate sex was definitely your favourite, not that you had anything against the rougher, more intense sessions.
He placed one of his hands onto your lower stomach so you could feel more, which made everything so much more intense; each stroke of his cock dragging along your insides had you seeing stars.
A thin layer of sweat had built up on his forehead, his hair clinging onto it. He looked so handsome like this, face slightly scrunched up in effort and his torso all lean above you.
The two of you remained like that, bodies moving against each other as you both sought that peak.
Dallas picked up the pace as he watched you draw nearer and nearer to your orgasm, your moans growing higher in pitch and louder in volume as you watched him slide in and out of you.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum.”
You felt your stomach twist and tighten, and your legs began to shake around his waist.
“Me too, sweetheart. Go on, cum f’me.”
He gasped out.
With a few more thrusts, you felt yourself let go, your cunt spasming around his dick as you came with a silent scream.
Dallas followed after you, groaning and pulling out to release onto your chest and stomach, painting you in his cum.
You both lay like that for a while, gathering yourselves together, neither of you having enough strength to move from the position you were in.
Eventually, Dallas went to fetch something to clean you up with before getting back under the sheets with you and pulling you close to him as you fell asleep in his arms, free to sleep with him until the morning and stay as long as you wished.
Though the next day, when the two of you went out together around noon, the awkward glance your neighbour shot at you did not go unnoticed.
“Damn, looks like someone heard us.” Dallas stated without a single care in the world, whereas your whole face was burning up, and you were already panicking about whether your parents would hear about this when they got back.
“Dallas!”
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Imagine riding the hell out of dal (or tbh any of the Matt characters you listed in ur recent post) and he leaves bruises on ur ass and hickeys all over ur neck and he wraps his big arms around you and just like ughhh
Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! 🤍
Warnings: fem!reader, smut, pnv sex, spanking
Hit me my darling tonight
There you were. Sprawled upon Dallas’s lap, bouncing up and down rhythmically as if you were riding a carousel pony, lights flashing behind your eyes like fairground lamps, red and burning hot.
Your thighs strained with the effort of each rise of your hips, slamming back down onto Dallas’s, eliciting a loud moan from the both of you.
It had been an intense five minutes, and Dallas watched you with a smug look, betrayed by the parting of his lips and roll of his eyes.
Seeing you ride him so desperately sparked the most scorching flame within him, spreading throughout his whole body and melting into yours.
You were so beautiful to him, with your tits bouncing and stomach tautening each time you sank on his cock.
His hips thrust up into yours, matching your pace and intensifying the pleasure. He refused to let you do all the work yourself, insisting on giving you princess treatment even when you sought control.
“Fuck Dal.”
Your voice came out whiny and needy, not going unnoticed by him.
“Shit, look at you, so needy for my cock? Just gonna fuck yourself dumb, huh?”
His words were teasing and breathy, that smug look still plastered on his face as he felt your walls stretch and flutter around him.
You picked up your pace, ignoring the searing sensation in your muscles; you just needed him so fucking badly, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.
Dallas groaned as he watched you with an animalistic stare. Pupils blown wide and fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, lifting you with ease and yanking you back down roughly.
He suddenly pulled you down onto him, chests flush against each other’s and his big arms enveloping you.
He started sucking your neck, making you cry out. In this new position, you could feel him so much deeper, his dick rubbing against the front walls of your cunt and stomach. You felt so full of him it had you seeing stars, tears threatening to stream down your face.
Though it wasn’t long before they did so. Dallas began to bite your neck, and his hand rose to smack your ass; the sharp sound of flesh meeting combined with the stinging sensation had you sobbing in his arms.
If it wasn’t for the sheer lust you had coursing through your veins, there would be no way in hell you could continue riding him the way you did. The whole of your body overcome with blinding satisfaction.
Dallas continued his assault on your ass, undoubtedly leaving bruises there as well as on your neck, bruises that would surely be impossible to cover and would lead to some uncomfortable questions.
But you couldn’t care less about that right now. You were mumbling incoherently, and Dallas was groaning into your neck with every bite, sending electrifying vibrations into you.
You two were now fucking with unleashed, sinful desire. It was almost dangerous how good it felt, as if you were both on the brink of explosion.
He held you tightly in his arms, leaving no room for escape, grunting as he felt you begin to flutter and tighten around him, a telltale sign that you were nearing your peak.
“Are you close, baby?”
He cooed lowly into your neck.
You could only muster a weak nod; anything else was way too much.
“Aw, can’t say anything? Feel that good?”
His teasing unravelled something in you, shooting you into your climax.
Dallas watched in awe as you trembled above him and let out the most sinful moans that you simply couldn’t hold back.
“That’s it, baby; there you go.”
With a groan, he followed, lifting you off him just enough to spill all over your tits, now glistening with his cum.
He ran his hands over your tender, bruised flesh as you crumpled into him, soothing you after such a rough round.
“You okay? Wasn’t too much, hm?”
You shook your head, enjoying the feel of him surrounding you, holding you.
He pressed a gentle kiss into your hair.
“That’s good.”
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You believe me, don't you baby?
Hiiii can you write a Dallas x fem reader smut where he teaches her how to give head and talks her through it and can it be with lots of praising!! Thank you so much ☺️💗
Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! Ly <3🤍
Warnings: fem!reader, smut, oral male recieving
When I'm down on my knees you're how I pray
You and Dallas were in his room at Buck’s, in his bed more specifically, making out. He was leaning back against the headboard, and you were sprawled on his lap with one hand on his shoulder and the other tugging tufts of his hair, making him hum against your lips.
You had recently felt comfortable enough with him to touch you, hands all over your body rubbing you in the most intimate place, drawing the most sinful sounds from you and making you feel things you had never dreamed of ever feeling.
It had happened quite a few times after, Dallas never passing up on the opportunity to see and touch your bare skin, often encouraging and begging you to do so.
And god, did you love it. His skilled fingers – and an even more recent exploration, his mouth – brought you to orgasms that far surpassed those of your own hand.
Though, you did feel a tiny bit of guilt. He was surprisingly respectful of your boundaries, never pushing you to do anything you didn’t want or ask for, but you could visibly see what all of those times did to him. His dick hard and twitching in his boxers, unsatisfied. Dallas always ensured that he could take care of himself, waving a hand at you each time you looked up at him with wide, unsure eyes, wanting to eradicate any ounce of guilt you felt.
But you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not even because you felt bad or something, but because the thought of seeing Dallas so turned on like that and the thought of him pleasuring himself made your stomach twist.
You found yourself picturing his hard, leaking cock in his fist, his mouth slightly agape, letting out silent gasps as he brought himself closer to the edge.
You desperately wanted to see him like that, feel him like that, hands wrapped around him pumping fast, even more so in your mouth, sucking and tasting him.
He was so attractive, and the idea of seeing him in a state like that, all breathless because of you, was haunting your every thought.
You pulled away from his swollen, red lips and mumbled.
“Mm Dal?”
“Yeah, what is it baby?”
“I wanna do something for you, with my mouth.”
His eyes widened; he wasn’t quite sure if he had heard you correctly.”
“W-what?” He stuttered.
“Want to make you feel good.” You said in a breathy voice that made his head spin.
“Y-you sure? You don’t owe me anything, but if ya really want to.” His lips curved up into a grin, his heart pounding, feeling as if he had just won the lottery.
“I do. But you’ll have to help me, okay? I don’t really kn-”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything; I’ll show you exactly what to do.”
He lifted you off of his lap, and you crawled further down the bed, perched between his legs.
You could see the prominent outline of his dick through his jeans, and it made your mouth water.
“Give me your hands.”
You did as he said, and he guided them right to that spot, feeling just how hard he was.
“You feel that? Feel what you do to me?”
You could only nod, feeling bold and reaching for the zipper of his jeans and tugging them down along with his boxers, pulling him out and freeing him from the restraint.
Dallas let out a deep groan at your touch, his head tilting back.
“Spit on your hand, doll, n’move it up and down a few times.”
He groaned again as you did so.
“Fuck, that’s it, such a good girl.”
His praise encouraged you further, stroking him the best you could, and judging by his reactions, you were doing pretty well.
“You wanna try your mouth doll?” He peered down at you, hot and breathless.
You nodded, gazing up at him with desperate eyes.
“Just take the tip first, nice and slow.”
You took his tip in your mouth, licking and teasing, your hands still wrapped around his shaft.
“Just like that, take a little more whenever you’re ready.”
Dallas moved his hands to your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and rubbing your head gently to soothe you.
You slowly moved further down, taking more of him in your mouth, looking up at him for approval.
His eyelids were fluttering and more groans escaped his lips; he had to say you were doing pretty well, though anything you did sent him into oblivion.
“Look at you taking my cock so good, sucking like such a good girl for me, hm?”
You gagged slightly as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat, but you were determined to keep going, wanting to make him feel the best you could.
The sight and noises were making you ache. And you rubbed your needy cunt against his leg in an attempt to get some relief.
“Fuck, you feelin’ good too, baby? Need to rub against me, huh? You should see yourself right now, pretty lips wrapped around me so perfectly.”
His voice was much deeper than usual, a sign of his utter bliss.
You continued bobbing your head, and Dallas’s hips started to buck slightly.
“Baby m’gonna, fuck. I’m gonna cum, you want to stop?”
You shook your head, wanting to feel every part of him.
With a deep groan, he came hard. Shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat, pulling your hair a bit.
Coming off him with a ‘pop’, you swallowed everything he gave you, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you watched him come down.
“C’mere doll, You did so fuckin’ good, y’know, the best girl for me.”
You climbed back up towards him, lying next to him as he held you, kissing you softly on the lips and tasting himself on your tongue.
“I love you Dal.”
He flipped you over so he was on top, hands trailing under your skirt.
“Me too baby, I’ll show you just how much.”
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Glamorous but I’m deranged, yeah
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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 calls out from your bedroom, interrupting your evening routine of various serums and rose-scented lotions in pretty packaging.
“Getting ready for bed.”
You call back, laughing at how clingy he sounds despite trying to seem annoyed.
“Well, you’ve been in there forever; hurry up.”
Sighing, you pat your face once more and remove your fluffy blue headband, making your way back into your bedroom, only the dim stained glass lamp delicately lighting up the room and reflecting colorful patterns on the wall.
Dallas is lying on your fresh white bed sheets, arms behind his head with a heart-shaped pillow underneath. You bite your lip to hold back a giggle. It’s funny watching him in his worn-out dark jeans and t-shirt in your relatively girlish room. The sight makes you want to pull out your Polaroid and snap a photo for blackmail, but you decide 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?”
You pick out your pajamas from your cupboard and turn to face him.
“Close your eyes; I need to get changed.”
“I’m good.”
You can only huff in response.
“Dal, I’m being serious.”
He smirks and rolls his eyes playfully, covering his eyes with his hands.
“You’re no fun.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Sliding on your stripey pink shorts, you look over at him and gasp. His hands are 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.”
You decide to trust him for now, pulling on your matching top and walking over to the bed to push him gently on the shoulder.
“You can open ’em now.”
Dallas smirks and looks you up and down with an amused look.
“What?”
You can’t figure out why he’s staring like that. Did you put your shirt on inside out?
“Nothin’, you look cute.”
He says casually, and you immediately turn to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks. You’re really close friends, but sometimes he makes small flirty remarks like that just to see you get flustered, to tease you, at least so you think. Dallas never fails to do so; it comes naturally to him. A touch or comment here and there, effortless — and almost impossible to make him unsteady in any way, his tough exterior impenetrable unless he’s caught “bein soft” by anyone but you.
You fold away your clothes and start fussing with little trinkets in your room, adjusting your picture frame for the tenth time or rearranging perfume bottles—anything to keep your hands and head occupied.
“Just wonderin’,” he drawls. “How many other useless things are you gonna busy yourself with before you quit and lie down?”
God, he can always see straight through you; his careless attitude is a mask. Dallas notices more about most than he lets on; it’s one of the traits you both admire and fear.
“I’m not, I’m just—”
“Getting ready.” He cuts you off. “Yeah, I know. Maybe you wanna go clean the whole downstairs too, huh?” He teases.
You sigh, suddenly feeling nervous to be around your best friend. Your head is dizzy, and you can’t tell if it’s tiredness or the way he’s making your heart race.
“C’mere.”
Dallas pats the spot beside him, and you finally give in and lie down, curling up against him as he wraps an arm around you. He smells just like always; the scent has grown comforting, like you could just unwind and forget everything as you lay in his arms.
“Relax, okay? It was your idea for me to stay over, you know?”
Your brows furrow in confusion as you look up to meet his gaze.
“Was not! You asked if you could come and stay over.”
You scoff, laughing at his attempt to mess with you.
“That’s not true, and you know it. Doll, you practically begged for me to stay over with you, don’t you remember?”
“You’re such a manipulator Dal, afraid to admit you wanted to spend the night here.”
“What can I say? You have a nice bed, real soft.”
He pulls you closer as he mumbles the last part, and you try to hide the way your breath hitches at the obvious double meaning.
“So you admit it?”
You bite your cheek and raise one brow, poking his side.
“I still think it was you who suggested it.”
He grunts at your poke.
“Sure, whatever you say.”
You turn away from him and press your back against his chest, staring at the wall trying to compose yourself. He’s getting more flirty, and despite his playful denial, it was his idea to stay. You didn’t turn him down, but now you’re starting to think there’s something going on.
He cuddles closer and pushes a strand of hair away from your face. Whispering into your ear.
“You okay?”
You’re startled by his sudden closeness, unsure what to say or do.
“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just—”
“Just what? Somethin’ on your mind?”
His warm breath tickles your ear as he speaks softly, and you can’t take it anymore. You turn around in his arms to face him and take a deep breath.
“Are you just messing with me?”
He looks taken aback, cocking his head 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 going crazy?”
Your tone is desperate as you let everything out, half-expecting him to get up and leave, but he just lets out a deep breath.
“Course I’m trying to do something Doll; I thought all that would’ve made it obvious to ya. I never wanted you to think I was just messing with you; I wouldn’t do that.”
You silently stare at him in shock.
“Oh.”
“Does that bother you? ‘Cause if it does, I promise I can stop right now. I just thought maybe you’d feel the same.”
He looks at you with a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation, wondering if he’s messed things up.
The tension is thick, and you finally muster the strength to reply, your voice shaking slightly.
“It doesn’t bother me. And I do feel the same.”
Your voice is hushed in the almost dark room as you both stare at each other, afraid to make a move.
“Dal?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
He presses one hand against your lower back and tangles the other in your hair, pulling you close and connecting his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You immediately melt into him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips on yours, sucking on your lower lip as he grunts quietly.
His silent hum sends shivers down your body as you continue kissing, slowly growing more passionate, clutching his shirt in your fists. Dallas’ tongue swipes between your lips, seeking entrance, which you accept, allowing your tongues to meld and deepen the connection. You let out an uncontrollable moan, breaking away for breath.
Dallas panted as he watched you with a lustful gaze before leaning in once more and hooking his arm underneath you and pulling you up onto his lap. Your breath hitched at the new position, and you steadied yourself by placing your shaking palms against his chest, kissing him with every feeling you had been withholding for who knows how long.
This time, he pulled away, eliciting a small whine from you, causing him to chuckle and grip the hem of your pyjama top.
“Can I take this off? I wanna see you.”
“Yeah.”
Your voice came out desperate and needy as you looked at him. His eyes were blown wide, and his lips were pink and swollen from kissing, and he pulled your top up over her body, exposing your soft skin to him.
“So beautiful.”
He murmured, leaving little bites down your neck, sucking to mark you up before trailing down your collarbone and down to your chest, taking in your breast in his mouth.
You moaned and clutched his hair, burying your face into his neck as you continued letting out small noises that sent blood rushing down his body.
“Fuck baby, so sweet.”
You couldn’t ignore the heat that was pooling between your legs, and you began grinding against his hardening length, craving some sort of friction.
You both moaned at the same time, and Dallas pulled away from your chest to remove his own shirt, revealing his lean build and skin littered with many scars from rumbles and fights. You traced your fingertips down his torso, taking in the sight of him.
You reached his jeans, and started to undo the button and zipper, to which Dallas groaned in response, breathing heavily as he watched you begin to free him from the strain of his jeans.
“You don’t—we don’t.”
“Shhh.” You silenced him. “I want this. Been wanting you.”
“Oh yeah?”
His cocky smirk returned, and he flipped you over so he was on top, completely removing his jeans before returning his focus to you.
“Can I take these off?”
He fiddled with the waistband of your shorts, and you nodded, stomach twisting as he pulled them down, leaving you only in your panties. Dallas pushed your legs apart, making room for himself to settle between them as he rubbed himself against you, only your underwear separating you from touching. Neither of you could hold back the noises that escaped your mouths, and he reconnected your lips together in a sloppy kiss as he continued grinding against you, 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 your face as you whimpered, watching you squirm underneath him, desperate for his touch.
“Uh huh.”
He moved his hand over your underwear, stroking your clothed core gently, feeling the warmth build up as you got wetter.
“So wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
He smiled before pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere onto the floor, rubbing between your slick folds. You shook slightly as you felt his fingers touch you, wanting to cry out at how good it felt to have him stroke you like that so gently, as if you were made of glass he was afraid of breaking.
Dallas continued rubbing your clit, watching you as your eyes shut from pleasure, head thrown back against the pillows.
“Feel good, sweetheart?”
“Mhm, don’t stop.”
He smiled and pushed a finger inside of you, curling it and thrusting in and out, drawing more moans out of you as you rocked against his fingers.
“I got ya; just let yourself feel good baby.”
He continued his ministrations, loving the way you looked slowly coming undone on his fingers, and then suddenly, he felt himself take in a sharp breath as he felt your hand reach into his boxers, rubbing your small hand along the length of his cock.
“Fuck, keep goin.”
His voice was strangled, and only your pleasured moans could be heard as you both touched each other so intimately.
After a short while, Dallas pulled away, leading you 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 you with a hopeful expression, and you nodded quickly, wanting to feel him fill you up completely.
Dallas removed his boxers, fully revealing himself before looking up at you once more.
“I, um, I don’t have anything; I didn’t exactly expect for this to happen.”
You chuckled before shaking your head.
“S’okay, I’m on the pill.”
He kissed you again before lining his tip against your entrance, gathering your slick on the head of his cock and pushing inside you slowly. You both gasped as he first slipped in, feeling the way you stretched around him to accommodate his size.
“You okay?”
He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, wanting to make sure you felt alright before he continued.
“I’m okay.” Your voice shook slightly. “You can move.”
Dallas started off with slow thrusts, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you lost herself in the feeling. He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic as he fucked you, hips snapping against yours.
“Dal, yes, just like that.”
You moaned in utter pleasure.
“Wrap your legs around me Doll; trust me, it’ll feel so good.”
You did as he said, and he was able to push much deeper inside you, reaching a spot that had you seeing stars.
He smiled at you reaction and kept going, burying himself inside you to the hilt and leaning in to bite your neck, groaning into your skin as he felt you tighten around him.
“Close baby?”
You whimpered in response, and he reached between you to rub your clit again, wanting to satisfy you before himself, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.
Bucking your hips up against him, the knots in your stomach began to unravel.
“Fuck, Dal I’m gonna cum.”
“Let go for me Doll; c’mon, cum for me sweetheart.”
He whispered to you, thrusting deep inside you, sending you over the edge as you cried out his name.
You arched your back as you felt your orgasm wash over her, your legs shaking and walls fluttering around him. With one final thrust, Dallas followed soon after, releasing inside you, his movements slowing down as he came, almost unable to hold himself up above you, his eyes screwed shut as he held you close against him.
You both finally calmed down, and he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest as he kissed the top of your head, the both of you sweaty and breathing heavily.
“You did so good for me, y’know?”
“Yeah?”
He smiled softly at you, your skin glowing in the low, multicoloured light coming from the lamp.
“Mhm, best sex I had in a while.”
You could only laugh at his remark, wrapping an arm around him, feeling comfortable and content in his presence.
“Dal?”
“Hm?”
“What does this mean?”
You 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.”
You smiled happily.
“Yeah, I do want to.”
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hi!! Could you do a Dallas winston x reader fic where Dallas had a bad day and/ or just isn't doing the best mentally and the reader has to comfort him?
Hii! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍
Warnings: fem!reader, slightly ooc Dallas.
You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are When you're lying in my arms
Glancing down at your watch, you note that Dallas is now forty minutes late for the date he promised you just last night. You’re standing at your bedroom window, peeking through the blinds, hoping to see him pull up in Buck’s car with a damn good reason for leaving you all dressed up—makeup perfect, hair done just the way he likes—sitting around and waiting. It’s a rare effort, and you’ll be pissed if it goes to waste.
He was supposed to pick you up at noon, drive you down to the Dingo for lunch, and then head to the cinema for the movie you’d already bought tickets for. Now, it’s far too late for food. Even if he showed up this very second, you’d have to rush just to make the film on time. He hadn’t even called. No apology. No excuse. Nothing.
You stare blankly at your walls, jaw clenched. Maybe he got the plan mixed up? Maybe he thought he was meeting you there?
No. That’s ridiculous.
He knows you don’t drive—it’s a solid thirty-minute walk—and he’s never once stooped that low. If anything, he’s always insisted on driving you himself. Buck’s cussing never mattered to him; Dallas liked taking you places. Said he wanted to save up for his own car one day, just so the two of you could drive wherever, whenever.
But right now? You’re seething.
Slipping on your red kitten heels, you storm down the stairs, each step fueled by raw frustration. You twist the keys harshly in the lock and march out, not giving a damn who sees you. Let them stare.
Then the thought hits you—quiet, poisonous, cruel: What if he’s just tired of you? Or worse—what if he’s cheating? What else could be more important than showing up for you?
You try to calm down. You really do. Dallas has never once given you a reason to think that way. It’s just your own insecurities clawing at you—but that doesn’t make them any quieter.
Your heart thunders in your chest as you step into the roadhouse. You head straight upstairs, dread curling in your gut, tightening with every step. You knock once on his door and clutch the straps of your purse like a lifeline.
No answer.
You knock again. Still nothing.
You’re about to turn and leave when you hear movement from inside. One more knock.
“Fuck off, man,” comes his muffled voice, thick and low. “I already told ya I’m not in the mood for cards right now.”
So he is here. He’s been here the whole time—getting drunk, maybe high, playing cards with God knows who—while you sat around waiting.
“Dallas?” you call, voice cold, emotionless. You won’t let him see how much it hurts.
Silence.
That’s all it takes to snap the last thread of patience.
“I’m coming in whether you like it or not.”
You turn the handle and push the door open, instantly hit with a thick cloud of cigarette smoke that makes your lungs seize. You cough, waving a hand in front of your face as the smoke starts to drift into the hallway.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
As the haze clears, the mess becomes obvious—beer cans, empty whiskey bottles scattered across the floor. The place is a disaster zone, and smack in the middle of it all is Dallas, shirtless, slouched on the bed, a half-dead cigarette between his lips. His eyes are glassy and unfocused. Drunk. Gone.
He looks over at you and seems to register your appearance—done up like a doll, waiting on a man who didn’t bother to show.
You watch the realization hit him like a punch.
“Shit, doll, I’m so sorry,” he slurs. “I completely forgot. I lost track of time and I—”
You’re not sure if the ache in your chest is from disappointment or disbelief.
“What? You’ve been drinking all day?” you snap. “I’ve been sitting there waiting for you, and you’re up here getting wasted?”
You turn to leave, fury pulsing through you. “Call me when you actually remember the people who give a damn about you.”
You reach the door before you hear it—an unsteady breath, broken and strained.
You freeze.
When you turn, you see it clearly now: his eyes are red. His cheeks blotchy. Dallas… has been crying.
The anger dissolves instantly, swept away by something much heavier. You step back inside, slowly, like you’re approaching a wounded animal.
“Dal?” Your voice is soft now, cautious. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t answer—just rubs his face, avoiding your eyes.
“The fuck is wrong with me?” he mutters, bitter and quiet.
You’ve never seen him like this. Angry, sure. Even reckless. But this? This is something else. Something sad.
“Hey,” you say gently. “There’s nothing wrong with you. What happened?”
You drop your bag and move to sit at the edge of his bed, keeping a little distance just in case. When he doesn’t pull away, you ease closer and pull him into you, letting his head rest against your chest as you stroke his hair with one hand, wiping his face with the other.
He wraps his arms around your waist and holds on tight. His tears soak through your shirt, but you don’t care.
“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “Just been feelin’ like shit. Think the alcohol made it worse.”
He gives a dry, bitter laugh.
“It’s okay,” you murmur. “Just relax. You don’t have to talk until you’re ready.”
You keep running your nails gently through his hair, trying to soothe the tension in his shoulders, the shame you can feel radiating off him.
“Just… call me next time, okay?” you whisper.
“Yeah. I’m sorry ‘bout that. I know we paid for those tickets and you were lookin’ forward to goin’ out.”
You pull back and take his face in your hands.
“Dal, that’s not what I meant. I don’t give a damn about the money or the movie. I care about you. If you’re up here feeling like hell, I want to know—even if it’s just to say you need the afternoon to breathe. I don’t want to get mad over nothing, especially when you don’t deserve it. You’ve been so good to me, and feeling this way doesn’t make you weak. Don’t hide from me.”
His eyes meet yours then—wide and stunned and painfully soft.
“I love you, doll.”
Your chest swells with emotion. “I love you too.”
He stays there, stiff for a moment, unsure what to do, until you laugh gently and pull him back into you.
“Oh, come here and quit being a stubborn ass.”
And for the first time all day, Dallas laughs with you—quiet, but real.
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