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Can you do an older! Experienced!Dallas Winston x fem!reader smut??? I js feel like it would be so fire to write thattt

༉ ‧₊ ˚ angel

— older!dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 angel by massive attack

warnings: pnv, fingering, nsfw, age gap (20-30 years)

"listen baby, I ain't gonna make you do anything you don't want to" is what Dallas told you as you laid practically naked on his bed, the only thing covering you being your undergarments.

he was hovering above you, the tent in his boxers making your heat ache and your patience wear thin.

"no, I want to" you replied, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, holding the back of his neck.

its not that you were a virgin, that's not why you had put sex off for so long— it's that he was experienced, very experienced. he knew every single thing about a woman's body, and that made you nervous. nervous because you barely knew anything about a man's. every time you had had sex with previous boyfriends, it was a quick one and done. they didn't care for your pleasure, only the time that you were too willing to give them. there was no exchange of respect as they would only use you for your body. the only times that you had ever gotten off was alone, and even that was difficult as you still didn't understand what you were doing.

they were never true gentlemen, they left you in crowds alone and didn't offer to get you a drink, only fending for themselves. they didn't even hold open the door for you, a thing strangers did more than them. to say you were disappointed was an understatement, because the relationships never started off that way. you were gullible and venerable, everything a man wants.

by the time you had broken up with your 2nd boyfriend at the age of 22, you were ready to give up. that was until you met Dallas.

Dallas was rough, yet kind. he was angry and intimidating, but still gentle with you. you were the only one that could do no wrong, and when you did do something wrong, he wouldn't burst into a fit of rage like he would with other people. no, instead he would scold you sharply before softly pleading to not do it again. and you would nod, looking up at him as he stroked your hair before laying a passionate kiss on his lips.

despite him being a lot older than you, you both found ways to make your relationship work. at first, your friends were weirded out by the idea of you dating an older guy, but after seeing him and warming up to him, they understood you.

and after 2 months of making out and feeling one another up, pushing his hands away when he got too close to an area you didn't want him in, Dally finally asked the question that you had been dreading. "why won't you have sex with me?"

you bit your lip, turning your head away in embarrassment. you had never felt so small, so insecure.

again, you weren't a virgin. but you weren't experienced either. the idea of having to tell Dally that no guy has ever gotten you off made you want to crawl into a hole. he was doing so well, he was practically the perfect boyfriend, and that scared you. you didn't want to be disappointed when you finally found out that it was all an act, and that in reality he was like all of the other guys you had been with: selfish, cruel, and bad in bed.

"if I tell you.. promise you won't laugh" you looked up at him as you sat on the edge of his mattress, Dally standing in front of you with his hands on his hips, nodding. "well, I just- no guy has ever made me.. cum before" you reluctantly told him, mumbling the last part so he could barely hear you.

"you mean you're a virgin?"

"no-no.. i've had sex. it's just that I don't really know what i'm doing and.. all of my past relationships were.." you hesitated looking down at your lap, "dissatisfying." you didn't hear a response, making you nervous and begin to pick at your nails.

you then saw him step forward a bit, him now standing directly in front of you. he lifted your chin up with his hands, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip. "no one's ever made you feel good before, huh?" you shook your head no. "mm" he hummed, slipping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.

"don't worry baby, I know what i'm doing" he smirked at you, making you weak in the knees. his caring look and sultry voice was all it took for you to end up in this position.

your head was now laying against the soft pillow, your fingers nervously fiddling with your necklace as you looked up at him.

"i'm gonna touch you now, okay?" he told you softly, to which you nodded.

you lifted your legs and raised your hips, making it easier for him to slowly slide your cotton panties down to your ankles and off of your body, tossing them to the side. he kissed the skin of your stomach softly, his tongue warm gliding against you delicately, making you whimper.

his hand slowly slid up your inner thigh to where you needed him most. he ran his fingers through you wet folds, watching in satisfaction as your slick covered fingers. you whimpered at the sensation, softly playing with his hair.

he rubbed soft circles on your clit, making you moan. it hadn't even been 5 minutes and he already had managed to make you feel better than any man ever had. "shit" you whispered, arching your back as you fondled with your breasts over your white bra.

as your back was arched, Dally swiftly unclipped your bra, allowing you to slide if off of your shoulders, revealing your breasts.

Dally didn't wait a second to latch his mouth onto your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud. you gasped, tugging at the roots of his hair, making him groan into your skin which sent goosebumps throughout your whole body.

he then slipped his fingers inside of you, immediately begin to pump in and out at a steady pace. you moaned his name, spreading your legs wider for him, making him smirk against your skin.

the cold rings on his fingers hit your clit repeatedly, sending shivers down your spine.

"feels good, don't it?" he asked with a cocky smirk, to which you could only respond in mumbles and whimpers, the pleasure overtaking your body. "yeah.." he whispered as he watched his fingers go in and out of you in satisfaction before passionately kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"faster" you whimpered into his mouth. Dally sped up his fingers, pumping them into you at an almost rapid pace, making you moan louder as you held onto his wrist for dear life. "i'm- gonna.."

"I know baby. be a good girl and cum for me yeah?"

your eyes rolled back into your head as an orgasm crashed over you. the sensation was different from your usual orgasms, better. they were more pleasurable and stronger when they were given to you by someone else's fingers.

your liquids soaked Dally's fingers, your breathing heavy as you slowly collected yourself. Dally softly peppered kisses against your neck, giving you time to slowly come back.

"was that good baby?" he asked, stroking the hair out of your face. you nodded in response with a smile, still in a pleasure filled daze.

"you think you can do it again?" he asked as he began to take off his boxers, his dick springing out, making your mouth salivate. you nodded eagerly, making him chuckle. "that's my girl"

he slowly rubbed his tip up and down your folds, collecting your cum from your previous orgasm. you held onto his shoulders as he guided himself in. you whimpered at the feeling of him stretching out as it was somewhat painful, yet it also felt good. he waited a moment for you to adjust before he began to slowly move again, moving one of his hands to your hip, the other beside your head.

"faster" you whispered into his ear. he began sucking harshly on your neck as he sped up, his fingers now finding their way to your clit, rubbing soft circles that made you clench around him. "f-fuck" you sobbed, tears pricking your eyes.

despite having never seen your body before, having never touched your most sensitive areas, he knew exactly what to do. it was as if he had explored you hundreds of times before. he knew what you needed before you did, and he knew about areas that made you tick that you weren't even aware of. "mmmmm" you whined as his thrusts got more aggressive, him groaning praises into your ear.

you felt the same sensation before bubbling in your stomach. "i'm gonna cum" you moaned, gripping onto his biceps for support.

"me too baby, cum with me yeah?"

and after a few more thrusts and a few more moans and groans from the both of you, you came together, Dally pulling out and spilling his seed onto your stomach.

heavy panting filled the room as you laid under him, your eyes closed as you were too fucked out to open them. "did so well baby" he whispered as he kissed you all over your face. "so well.."

after a few more moments of shared affection, Dally exited the room and came back with a rag, slowly and carefully cleaning you up as you were still sensitive.

he crawled under the sheets with you, your face now against his chest as he played with your hair, occasionally kissing the top of your head. "so that's what I was missing out on huh?" you said, making Dally let out a deep chuckle.

"yeah, that's what you were missing"

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side note: why do I feel like I always see him wear the same outfit 😭

˚ ˖ 𓍢ִ໋ party 4 u

— dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 party 4 u by charlixcx

warnings: alcohol, smoking, swearing, mentions of sex

"oh my gosh, you came!" you shouted over the music, embracing your friend as you welcomed them into your home, which only an hour earlier was empty but was now filled with bodies. "drinks are in there!" you told her, pointing to the kitchen.

you walked along side her, pouring her whatever concoction your friend had helped you make earlier that you were sure was equivalent to acid.

you told her to enjoy the party before walking off to greet others and mingle around. you rarely threw parties, if ever. but it was halloween, so you figured that you might as well— at least, that's what you told everyone who asked. you couldn't tell them the real reason, despite you knew that they knew the real reason, they just didn't wanna bring it up.

you were waiting for him. you had been waiting since the first guest came through the door, watching the entrance in hopes that you'd see him.

you hadn't invited him, hell, you hadn't invited more than half of the people that showed up. but it didn't matter, not to you. it wouldn't matter if the entire town came, or even the entire state of Oklahoma. because in that crowd, you'd only be looking for one person. you only wanted one person to be there. Dallas Winston, Dal as you called him.

he was notorious in town for being dangerous, and many always preached that no one should be within a 10 foot radius of him unless they wanna get in trouble. but you didn't listen to the warning, and you paid the price.

thing is, he was different, different from what others would say about him. he was kind, bold, even a bit chivalrous. when you were in public, he acted nonchalantly with you, wrapping an arm around your waist or kissing your neck— in private, he acted like as if you were the only person in the world. when he kissed you, he did it with so much passion that you would practically melt away. when you would have sex, it was making love, not fucking. sure, at first he was distant and cold and at times you even thought about giving up. but eventually, he warmed up and treated you like his girl, not just some chick he was hooking up with.

but one day, as you waited on the corner of your street, waiting for him to pick you up for a date for your one year anniversary, he didn't show. you tried to call, yet he didn't pick up. you thought that maybe he had gotten hurt. so, you did what any caring girlfriend would do.

as you walked into Bucks, you looked around to see Buck chatting it up with a friend near the bar. "hey Buck, is Dal here?" you asked nervously, to which he didn't say anything but instead pointed to the ceiling, signalling that he was upstairs.

you knocked on his bedroom door, hearing a faint "who is it?"

"it's me baby!" you hollered back excitedly. you could've sword you heard a groan, making your heart drop. you didn't wait for him to answer, but instead barged in to find him on his bed, smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed.

"Dal? what the hell! why didn't you pick me up?"

"what?" he asked confused, clearly having been woken up from his sleep as his eyes were squinting and his lips were somewhat chapped.

"our date?! y'know, the one i've been reminding you of for weeks straight? the one for our one year anniversary!?"

"ah, stop shouting. you're hurting my ears" he groaned, sitting up on his mattress, stumping his cigarette out on his ashtray, the one that you made him during a pottery class.

"I can't believe you" you scolded, tears burning your eyes as you looked at a man you no longer recognised.

you watched as he stared at his feet, not even looking at you once. you stood there, waiting for him to say something else. maybe an apology, or even a simple grunt would do. but nothing, you got nothing at all. it then occurred to you that Dally didn't suddenly change overnight in his sleep. something had clearly happened, and you think you knew exactly what it was.

"who is she?" you asked, your voice breaking as you were a few seconds away from breaking down.

"what?"

"who is she?!" you shouted, walking over to his dresser, throwing clothes out of his drawers in hopes of finding a pair of panties or anything that would indicate that he had been with another body that wasn't yours.

"who is who? the fuck are you doing?" he yelled back, standing up and grabbing your shoulder. you slapped his hand away before moving over to his nightstand, then his mattress, then under his bed, all the while he kept yelling at you to stop. "you ain't gonna find nothin' cus there ain't nobody else!"

"so why are you acting like a dick, huh? I mean you don't even look at me when I walk in here, you didn't come pick me up and don't say that you forgot our date because I know damn well that you didn't because every time I reminded you, you promised me that you wouldn't forget. so what! what is it? did I do something because-"

"I can't be with you anymore!" he shouted, making your heart drop down to the floor. that's when you felt the tears fall, muffled sobs coming from you as you held your face in your hands. he reached out to touch you but you quickly jumped back. "I-... it ain't you."

"yeah fucking right. cause I know damn well it ain't you, it's never you! nothing is ever your fault, is it?!" you shouted. it was true, nothing ever was his fault, at least, according to Dallas.

every time you two argued, the blame would always be pinned on you. you put up with it out of love, always attempting to justify his actions. but now, there was nothing to justify.

after that night, you never saw Dallas. he never called, you never came to Bucks anymore. whenever you saw him in public, you'd cross the street or turn the other way. you couldn't stand the sight of him, because everytime you'd see his beautiful brown eyes and handsome features, you'd desperately want to run into his arms and tell him that it was all okay. but it wasn't, and it never would be.

as you talked some more with some friends by the punch table, you heard a hollering noise over the music that sounded too familiar. one of Dally's friends, Two-Bit Matthews, was known for being loud and obnoxious. after being around him and Dally's gang, you knew his laugh all too well. and if Two-Bit was at your party, you knew he would be too.

you excused yourself, walking through the house in hopes of catching a glimpse of him somewhere. you saw Two-Bit attempting to do some sort of drink on your dining table, yet, no Dallas. maybe he didn't come you thought to yourself.

but as you turned around to go back to the kitchen, that's when you made eye contact with him.

he stood in front of you, frozen. it was as if everyone had stopped and the music had gone silent. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he had a look on his face that was full of regret, one that told you everything that he wanted to say but couldn't.

you felt tears rush to your eyes and you turned away, ready to flee the scene. but before you could take one step, Dally grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

you were confused, but didn't let go. the rush you felt in that moment was nostalgic. it reminded you of the times that you and Dally ran from the cops, or the times that you two almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of a restaurant. you missed that rush, you missed him.

you both ended up outside in the empty backyard, Dally not letting go of your hand. you looked up at him as he looked down at you and into your eyes. he tucked a loose strand behind your ear, smirking slight, making your heart flutter.

you kissed the palm of his hand as it rested on your cheek. it took all of 2 seconds for Dally to pull you in, kissing you passionately underneath the stars of the night sky.

you didn't hear the music from the party, you didn't hear the drunk teenagers hooting and hollering from the front lawn, you just heard Dally's heartbeat as he pulled you up against his chest. he held you tightly, kissing the top of your head as he mumbled "i'm sorry" over and over. "I was so stupid. I was scared. scared that I had managed to keep someone as good as you. I thought that it ought to end soon, that you'd realise that you deserve better than me."

"no, Dallas. I want to be with you, I always have. more than anything." you whispered to him, cupping his face with your hands.

he didn't say anything, kissing you passionately once again before leading you back inside to the party that you threw for him.

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

being in a relationship w dallas winston is literally the song party 4 u by charlixcx (writing a story based on it rn)

would u write a little something about giving dally a blowjob? i feel like he’d be sooo mean about it ugh i love him

₊ ˚. ⊹ I don't need your mercy

—dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: m!receiving, face fucking, messy head

"you wanna what?" he asked, both worried and intrigued. "I dunno baby. I mean... I told you what i'm like."

"I don't care. I want to" you whispered, running your arms up and down his chest, your nails raking on his skin.

you and Dally hadn't done anything, not really. so when you asked whether you could go down on him, he seemed surprised. not because he didn't want to, but because when you two had discussed the idea of sex and the activities that come along with it, giving Dally head didn't sound.. pleasant.

he told you that he had a tendency to be a head pusher and was often degrading. the idea of that initially turned you off, but as you both began to explore one another's bodies, the idea became less foreign and more satisfying.

"okay" he shrugged, unbuckling his jeans. you immediately slid onto the floor and got on your knees, rubbing his knees as he pulled his jeans and boxers down so that his dick sprung free.

you began pumping him in his hand, his dick now fully hard, his pink tip almost red as pre-cum bubbled over. the sight of it made you salivate and only want him more. "just tap my thigh and i'll stop okay?" he groaned, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip. you nodded, putting his thumb into your mouth before taking it back out and running it over your lips.

you put his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around. Dally immediately grabbed a fistful of your hair whilst groaning. after a few moments you took a few more inches, beginning to lightly bob your head up and down.

you had never given anyone head before, so you weren't sure if what you were doing was right. but the sounds from Dally and the way he would groan quiet "fucks" every time you put more and more of him into your mouth told you that you were doing just fine.

you began to lightly fondle his balls, making him let out a pornographic moan before fully pushing your head down onto him— and you let him.

he guided you as you bobbed up and down on his length, gagging every time his tip would hit the back of your throat. "your such a fucking slut aren't you baby?" he whispered to you as he put your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hands. "you look so gorgeous on my dick"

you hummed in satisfaction as tears rolled down your cheeks, his thrusts into your mouth growing a more aggressive. you continued to take him, your pussy growing wetter with every thrust.

he pulled you off of his dick for a second, allowing you to finally breath as saliva dribbled down your chin, your fucked out expression making him smirk. "you okay baby?" he asked softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "you're such a good girl"

you continued to suck him off, breathing through your nose as his dick was practically down your throat. with a few more insults and moans, you could tell he was getting closer.

"i'm gonna cum.." he whispered to you before pulling you off of him again. "I wanna cum all over your pretty face" he said, to which you nodded, biting your lip in excitement as he jerked himself off. "open your mouth" and you obeyed, opening your mouth, your tongue sticking out slightly.

a few more pumps, he moaned out your name as he shot thick ropes of cum all over your face and onto your tongue. he sat there for a moment, breathing heavily before helping you up onto the bed. "you're so fucking gorgeous. you did so well baby."

he reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a few tissues before cleaning his cum off of your face. "was that okay baby? I didn't hurt ya' did I?"

"no, I liked it" you smiled before you kissed one another passionately, him pulling you into his lap as you held one another tightly.

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

࿔ * ･ crying during sex

— older!dallas x reader (pt.2)

song 𝄞 crying during sex by ethel cain

warnings: pnv, f!receiving, m!receiving, dacryphilia

you waited eagerly behind the bar for Dallas to walk through the door, keeping him to his promise of coming back. it wasn't early, but also wasn't late. there was still time.

you weren't sure what to expect from him when if he arrived. was he going to ask you out? or did he just want a friendly chat. either way, you were excited. last night, there was undeniable tension between the both of you. you could feel his yearning for you, and you were sure he could feel your fawning for him.

he was extremely attractive, there was no denying it. his scruffy beard and somewhat messy haircut, his dark eyes and smooth lips. he was wearing a leather jacket and jeans that left nothing to the imagination, his clearly large dick strained against the tightness of the fabric. just seeing him for the first time made your heat flutter, desperate for more.

as you got lost in the thought of him, you heard the bell above the door bellow throughout the bar. your head shoots up, and then, you see him. you almost drop the glass you were filling up for a customer, your body tensing and your nails practically scratching the cup.

he looked over and made eye contact with you, a smirk appearing on his face. he walks over to the counter, shrugging off his jacket and setting it on the countertop as he takes a seat on one of the stools.

"hey."

"hey, you kept your promise" you smiled, "what can I get you?"

"uh.. just a beer."

"you got it" you popped open a beer, sliding it toward him and watching him take a swig. "so uh... any pool games tonight? I don't see any of your buddies?"

"nah, it's just me." he shook his head, looking around.

"aww, you came here just for me?" you joked, holding a hand over your heart and pouting, making him chuckle and roll his eyes.

"yeah yeah" he mumbled. the air was tense between you two, despite only having exchanged a few words so far, but you could both feel that you wanted the exact same thing.

after finishing serving another customer, you sidled back over to Dally, now leaning against the counter as you stared at him and he stared back at you. "you know.." he began, leaning closer to your over the counter, "I think we both want the same thing, right?"

"which is?" you smirked, leaning into him, your faces mere centimetres apart. you could feel his breath fanning over your face, his breath smelling like a mix of beer, cigarettes, and mint— a scent that was both intoxicating and addictive.

"what time do you get off?" he asked, taking a big gulp of his beer before pulling out a packet of kools from the pocket of his leather jacket that was draped over counter.

"uh.. like an hour?" you told him, looking at the clock.

"when you get off do you wanna maybe.. get outta here?"

"buy me a drink first, god" you joked, laughing. he chuckled softly, one that made you want to clench your thighs together, his voice deep and gruff. "at least let me get to know you, yeah?"

"okay.." he bit the inside of his cheek, "what do you wanna know?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette and a match, flicking it against his necklace and igniting a flame before putting it at the end of the cancer stick.

"about you" you told him, sliding the ashtray toward him as he puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"okay.. well, my name is Dallas-"

"I know" you blurted out before you could think. you immediately felt your cheeks get red as you realised how creepy you must sound saying that. "sorry" you giggled awkwardly "I overheard it last night during the game" he nodded in response with a smile.

"so.. what's yours?" he asked, and you told him. "okay, well... god, I feel like i'm in a fuckin' AA meeting."

you laughed and nodded your head. "fine, how 'bout this. how old are you?"

he paused for a moment before answering, "45." you nodded, smiling wide as that number excited you. whenever you dated guys, there were usually close to your age if not older, so having sex with an older guy was exciting and new. "you do stuff with older guys?"

"not typically." you told him honestly, "hope that doesn't turn you off"

"nah, if anything it turns me on. nice to know you've never had someone as experienced as me."

"so.. you are gonna fuck me" you whispered into his ear, fully leaned over the counter. your breath sent chills down his spine, making him hold back a groan. he grabbed your jaw, holding your face to make eye contact with him, your cheeks flushed.

"i'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"is that a challenge?" you smirked, grabbing the cigarette from his fingers before taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from his face.

"it's a promise." he said, now it being his turn to whisper into your ear. "in an hour?"

"in an hour."

an hour later, you rushed to clean your station, eager to go off with Dallas. you assumed that he was gonna take you to some cheap motel room or do it in the back of his car (if he had one). your expectations were low, to say the least.

Dally grabbed his jacket, sliding it over his shoulders as you approached him. he wrapped his arm around your waist, treating you as if you had been together for years— it surprised you, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who was chivalrous— but you weren't complaining.

"so.. where too?"

"my place isn't too far from here. it's a bar called Bucks, about 30 minutes"

"wait, you live in a bar? if you live in a bar, why come here?"

"a little birdie told me there was a sexy girl working here" he joked, though seeming somewhat serious . you rolled your eyes at him, "nah, a friend told me to meet him here since Bucks gets too crowded. c'mon, my cars here"

to your surprise, he pointed to a red t-bird, one that was sleek and looked almost brand new. you had never sat in something so fancy, and even though you knew it wasn't his, you didn't say anything.

as you both drove down the road to Bucks, you talked about anything and everything from jobs, to memories, to dreams. despite only having known one another for a total of 2 hours, you felt as though you had known one another for a life time.

as you pulled into the parking lot of Bucks, you looked into the window to see the bar fully basked in red lights, Hank Williams blasting through the walls.

As you both walked into the building, it was way busier than your bar had ever been. it was so busy that you could barely get through the crowd of bodies to the room that Dally was dragging you to.

As you walked into a bedroom, in which you assumed was Dally's, you immediately shut the door behind you, locking it.

Dally immediately pulled you in, smashing his lips into yours, lips that you have been so desperate to taste. his rough, calloused hands began to feel you up, holding your waist before making their way down to your ass.

you slowly made your way toward the bed, falling back with Dally now on top of you. he fondled your breasts over your shirt, nipping and kissing at your neck. you whimpered at the feeling, playing with his brown strands and running your fingers through them. he paused for a moment, pulling away and pulling off his shirt before tossing it onto the floor. you did the same, revealing your lacy red bra that you wore for the occasion.

"fuck" he whispered, looking down at you in adoration. he reached behind you with one hand, unclipping your bra and letting it fall into your lap to reveal your breasts. he wasted no time in latching onto them, sucking on them mercilessly, making you moan. "your so gorgeous" he whispered against your skin, looking up at you.

you smirked at him, guiding him to sit on the bed as you wanted him in your mouth. you slowly kissed down his chest before reaching his jeans, looking up at him for permission to which he leaned back in consent, awaiting you to start.

you pulled off his jeans and boxers, allowing his hard dick to spring free, his tip leaking in pre-cum. you salivated at the sight, immediately wrapping your mouth around his tip. he hissed out, running his hand through his hair as you began bobbing your head up and down on his length. "god you're so fucking-" he began, choking on his words from how well you were doing. "you're such a good girl."

your hand and mouth were in rhythm with one another as you hollowed out your cheeks, practically sucking him dry. he ran his head over your hair before pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail, still allowing you to move freely.

the room was quiet except for Dally's moans and groans as well as the sounds of gagging and slurping. you paused for a moment, lifting yourself off of him and allowing a big drop of spit to fall onto his length, making him groan at the sight, a smirk on his face. you stared into his eyes as you spread your saliva all over his length before continuing.

after a few more sloppy head bobs, his grip on your hair got tighter and his moans got louder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum baby."

you didn't let up, allowing him to cum with a loud moan and a few groans after a few more seconds.

"fuck, that might have been the best head i've ever had" he smiled, pulling up so that you were standing. he then wasted no time in taking off your skirt and your panties, leaving you bare in front of him. "god.." he whispered as he pulled your body into him, giving you a firm smack on your ass, making you squeal. "i'm gonna fuck you dumb"

he laid you down, opening your legs and getting ready to insert himself. he looked at you for consent, to which you nodded eagerly. he slowly slid into you, both of you moaning out.

to be honest, he was big. way bigger than anything you've ever taken. you hadn't said anything as you didn't want to boost his ego, but you also didn't want to turn him off. it didn't matter though as when he saw the grimace on your face, he was experienced enough to know that it was an expression of more pain than pleasure. "you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"mhm.. just gimmie a sec" you told him. he nodded, dipping his head down into your neck and peppering light kisses as you waited for your body to adjust. "okay.." you whispered, giving him a passionate kiss before he continued.

he began to slowly thrust into you, not too fast and not too harsh. "faster" you told him after a few minutes, eager for more.

he obeyed, immediately speeding up, making you moan louder. your moans only spurred him on, causing him to go harder. "f-fuck!" you sobbed as his tip began to kiss that sweet spot inside of you. he smirked, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you.

he stopped for a second, you looking at him in confusion. he placed both of your legs over his shoulders, holding onto your calves tightly before beginning to pound into you. you began to practically scream, the feeling becoming too much to the point where you started to cry tears of pleasure. "it's okay baby, you're doing so well" he whispered into your ear, wiping the tears away.

"feels- so good" you moaned out, raking your nails down his back.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he said, the cold metal of his necklace gliding over your collarbone as he thrusted back and forth.

you felt yourself begin to draw close, as did he. "i'm gonna cum!" you repeated over and over, your toes curling as you felt as if you were about to burst.

"I know, me too baby. cum with me" and you did. you came with a cry so loud that the whole bar probably heard you over the music blasting in the level below. the feeling of you clenching around him made Dally cum with a loud groan.

he laid next to you, breathless as you tucked your head into his chest, still recovering from what you think may just be the best orgasm you've ever had.

"looks like i'll be coming to the bar more often"

@avroravia @r0seb100d

actually feeling unmotivated rn cause my older!dallas fic isn't turning out how i want it to 😕 lowkey feeling like scrapping it ngl 💔

guys i'm cooking 😈

(btw lmk if you wanna be in my tag list cause i might make one)

₊ ˚. ✩ this was all for you

— dallas winston x runaway!reader

song 𝄞 nettles by ethel cain

warnings: language, mentions of sex, smoking + alcohol

365 days, 12 months, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, and 31,560,000 seconds. that's how long you had been gone.

when you first went missing, everyone thought that you had been kidnapped. maybe you were on a walk and some creepy old man snatched you away, or maybe you said 'no' to the wrong guy and got unlucky— but Dallas knew the truth, because he got the truth gifted to him, straight from you. the note that you left on his bed told it all, and it revealed to him that he was the one who got unlucky.

dear my dearest dally,

by the time you find this letter, i will be gone. there is no point in trying to catch up to me as i haven't told anyone where i'm going and i am long gone by now, hopefully. i want to be honest and clear. bel i didn't leave because of you, if it were, i would tell you. i left because i couldn't take it anymore. i couldn't take the constant fighting of sides, the rumbles, the constant fearing for my well being when i'm out on a walk in town. i felt trapped in that town, and no one could hear me scream, except for you. i can't you were the only one who truly understood what i was going through. you were the only one who ever truly knew me. i don't want you to track me down, i want you to stay away live out your life the way you deserve to live it. i was a burden, and you had your own burdens to deal with. i was dragging you down with me and even if you don't want to admit it, it's the truth. i'm sorry, dallas. i love you more than you will ever know. everything that i did was for you.

when Dally read the letter, he wanted to rip it to shreds, set the scraps on fire and watch them burn.. but he didn't. instead, he cried softly into the paper, smearing the ink and smudging the words. Dallas Winston didn't cry, not for anything or anyone, not even for Johnny.

his throat felt clogged and his mouth began to salivate, as if he were about to throw up. it didn't feel real to him at first, he thought that maybe this was some big joke and that you would walk through the door a few seconds later to hug him and tell him that you were sorry, that you didn't mean to hurt him. but the door stayed closed, and you stayed gone.

after Dally gathered himself, he did exactly what you told him not to do, go looking for you. but you knew that he wouldn't listen to your words, so you took extra care in covering your tracks.

when he went to your apartment to look for clues, the furniture was all covered in white sheets like an old abandoned home in those scary movies the both of you used to watch together. he opened every drawer, scanned every nook and cranny, and even the tiny cracks in the walls that had been there since you first invited him over before you two even began dating. nothing. everything was spotless, not even dust remained for him to find. the only thing left was the scent of you, still somewhat lingering in the air.

after doing a million more checks of the same spots, Dally was convinced that you truly were gone. before he left, he walked over to the window sill you two would share a cigarette at after sex or a long night of talking. he ran his fingers over the engraved initials on the wooden window sill, ones that he carved out of his switchblade and you scolded him for, complaining that he would have to fix it later, but of course, he never did.

after that day, he tried to forget about you. whenever someone would bring you up, you'd shrug and pretend to not know you. whenever he had sex with other girls, he would try to not moan out your name or think about your lips kissing that sweet spot on his neck that no one else knew about. whenever he would walk by a bush of gardenias, he would hold his breath as they smelt exactly like your perfume. though he did all of these things, you still lingered. like a character haunting the narrative of his story.

he stuffed the letter under his mattress as to preserve it whilst also keeping it out of sight and out of mind. he would occasionally think about flipping it up and pulling the paper out, but he held back, for he knew the pain he would feel by just seeing your handwriting was too much.

why? why didn't she take me with her? it would've been safer, better he always thought to himself, the inner turmoil overtaking his mind.

slowly, he began to somewhat accept it. he no longer wanted to forget you, but embrace the fact that you came and left. he began to pick petals off of the gardenia bush every time he walked past it and stuff them in his pockets. and every time someone mentioned your name, he would no longer tense up, but instead acknowledge it and move on. still, you lingered, and he could never get rid of the pang in his heart when he thought of the way you would hold him close at night, the way you would brush your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp in the way he liked it. sometimes, when he was having a drink at Bucks, he would think about the way you would always have little sips of your alcohol, saying that any bigger was too much.

tonight was no different. as he sat at the bar, staring into his whiskey, he couldn't help but think of you. "hey Dal? you still with us?" Two-Bit asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"uh yeah" he said, attempting to play it off, but everyone knew that he was thinking about you. since you left, he hasn't been the same, and his friends would see it every time they looked at him. "so uh we still going to the rodeo on friday?"

"you bet" Soda chuckled, patting him on the back before returning to their previous conversation. Dally was looking forward to that rodeo as it would get you off of his mind as you weren't a rodeo gal, always complaining that it was too violent and upsetting to see people get hurt and animals taken advantage of, despite him always telling you that they were well maintained and fed. there was nothing of you that was left behind in that stadium.

once friday rolled around, the gang all got ready and headed to the rodeo, adrenaline pumping in excitement to see cowboys be kicked on their asses. they would whoop and holler on their way to the entrance from the parking lot, swinging their bandanas above their head like a lasso.

as they took their seats and waited for the show to start, Dally scanned the crowd, the house full.

suddenly, his heart stopped. he swore- no? it couldn't be you, could it? you left. you were gone and you weren't coming back. and you didn't like rodeos, you hated them. you would always refuse to go them and would instead suggest a movie or dinner somewhere.

as the crowd roared for the first person who was about to mount their bull, the person got up and began to head toward the exit where the food was. he didn't even wait a second before he followed suit, heading toward your side of the venue.

as he got closer and his vision cleared, that's when he saw it. you. it really was... you.

he stormed toward you, rage building up within him, ready to shout at you and berate you in anger about you leaving. but once he saw you smile in gratitude at the cashier, thanking you for the meal that would "be out shortly", all of that went away. instead, he wanted to run to you and hold you, tell you that he was sorry for driving you away despite the fact that in your letter you said otherwise.

he stood there, waiting for you to notice him, until you did. he visibly saw your breath hitch, your body tensing up. he watched as your nails dug into your palms, a nervous tic that you had— sometimes it was so intense, you would make your palms bleed and he would have to clean them up and kiss them better.

"hey." he said, his voice blank yet full of emotion.. full of words that he wanted to say.

"hi." you responded, your voice shakey. you didn't even hear your number for your food being called as you were too focused on him. you wanted so desperately to run to him, kiss him all over and tell him that you were sorry, because it was true. you were sorry. you were sorry that you left so suddenly, that you didn't say goodbye and instead left a stupid note. you regretted it all, as soon as you saw that "thank you visiting Tulsa sign" you wanted to turn back. but it was too late, the damage had been done, and you believed that he had probably moved on with his life, so you tried to do the same. but everything reminded you of him. "still like the rodeos, huh?"

"you do now too I guess?"

"no.. not really. I was dragged here by- a friend" you hesitated on the end of the sentence as the idea of having friends that weren't his friends was a foreign thing for you both. you always shared friend groups and were always around one another no matter what. Dally didn't say anything, only humming in response.

the air was thick, so thick you felt as though you were suffocating. you felt tears begin to prick your eyes the longer you stared at him. he didn't look well, at least, not as well as he used to. his eye bags were more visible and his lips were more chapped from you not kissing them.

"is it a guy?" Dally asked hesitantly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, a nervous tic you knew he had.

"no" you chuckled lightly, "I haven't been with anyone since.."

"not even slept with?" he asked softly, stepping closer, your bodies only a few inches away from one another. you cleared your throat, not out of discomfort, but out of feeling guilty, because the answer to the question was yes.

"they didn't mean anything if that's what you were wondering."

"mine didn't either" he admitted, biting the inside of his cheek, making you bite back a small smile that threatened to form on your lips. you looked up to see him slightly smiling as well, and that's when you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't hold it in. you began to sob, holding your face in your hands.

you began to turn on your heels to walk away as you were embarrassed to be so weak in front of him, but before you could even take a step, he swung you around and held you, pulling you into his chest. without hesitating, you wrapped your arms around him, instantly feeling relieved.

"i'm so- sorry" you sobbed into his jacket, your voice muffled. "I wanted to turn back. I regret it so bad Dally, I r-really do"

"I know baby, I know." he whispered, kissing the top of your head over and over, attempting to not allow his voice to crack or stutter as he tried to hold back his own tears.

"can you.. forgive me?" you pleaded, pulling away when you only heard heavy breathing. you looked up to look at him, only to have your face pulled into his, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you cupped his face, his hands now on your waist.

"does that answer your question?" he told you after you both pulled away, making you laugh as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. your laugh instantly healed him, it sounding like a song he missed hearing. "don't leave me.. please" he whispered to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"I won't.. ever." you replied, staring back, his brown eyes, no longer looking blue.

࿔ * ･ romeo's daddy

— older!dallas x reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: language

the billiard balls clanked against one another on top of the velvet red pool table, half empty beers and ash trays sitting the ledges. you stood behind the bar, observing the game whilst absent mindedly serving customers.

the bar was somewhat quiet as it was a weeknight— old men coming down after a long day of work for a drink, shooting it back without flinching before putting back on the old cowboy hat and walking out.

you could hear the dialogue shared between opponents, insults and dirty comments being tossed at one another.

you heard another customer enter, not bothering to look up as you polished a few glasses. they didn't even glance at the bar before heading straight to the pool room, greeting their friends with pats on the back and clasped hands.

a few minutes later, you heard yelps coming from the other room. you looked over to see one of the players cheering triumphantly, the other rolling their eyes and shaking them off as they slipped their hand into their back pocket, pulling out their wallet and dishing out a few bills. you smiled slightly at this interaction, finding it kind of endearing to watch people have a friendly game of pool.

the winner, a huge shit eating grin on his face, yells "who wants to challenge me?" everyone chuckles at his cocky attitude until one man steps out from behind the wall that was covering one of the corners of the room, his aura dark and heavy.

"I will" he says, his voice gruff and deep, sending shivers down your spine. the other man's cocky attitude suddenly disappears, his ego clearly damaged from the other man's confidence. "so, what do ya' say?" the man begins, grabbing a pull stick and turning around, giving you a good look at his face.

jesus christ. he was gorgeous. you had never seen a man that beautiful, let alone a man that was on the older side. he looked to be about mid to late 40's, his bushy eyebrows scrunched together above his dark brown eyes, his plump lips in the shape of a smirk, and his brown hair was shaggy, but not too long.

"sure, Dallas." the man replied unenthusiastically, clearly having a distaste for the man. Dallas? you thought to yourself, that name sounds familiar?

you stared intently, now fully distracted by the game, or at least, one of the players. as he bent down to shoot a ball, he would slide the pole between his fingers as he lined it up, his rings slightly rubbing against the wood. you couldn't help but gawk at him and his beauty, even when other players were taking their turns, you would only stare at him. you studied his mannerisms and the way he played; when his opponents ball went in he would scratch his beard, he would bite his lip whenever he was thinking about what his next move would be, it was all calculated.

after a few more minutes of observing, you looked up at the clock to see that it was time to close the bar for the night. "shit" you mumbled under your breath. you looked around to see that, thankfully, the only people left in the bar were those playing and observing the pool game.

"hey!" you said as you walked into the pool area, grabbing everyone's attention. "the bars closed so, wrap up the game quick yeah?"

Dallas looked at you intently, his eyes hungry as he took in every part of you and your skimpy little outfit; a black lace crop top with shorts that left little to the imagination, big hoop earrings and a bold, dark red lip.

the others guys acknowledged your warning as you walked back to your station, wiping down the sticky wooden counter.

after fully cleaning up, you walk back in to see the final moments of the game, only 1 ball left each. the man slowly lined himself up, taking a shot only to miss horribly. everyone chuckled, including Dallas, the man scoffing before stepping back. the room goes quiet once again, your eyes fixated on Dallas's hands, the way his veins would become more pronounced when he would flex his fingers out, his finger pads close to the end of the skewer.

he lines up the shot, perfectly hitting his final ball into the corner pocket. him and his buddies begin to holler, celebrating his victory as the loser brings out his stack of cash that he had won only an hour or two before.

"alright boys, hit the road"

"yes ma'am" they all said, every one of them except for Dallas, who was now eye fucking you from across the room as he slid on his jacket. you attempted to ignore him, spinning on your heels and walking back to the bar.

you pretend to finish cleaning up, waiting for Dallas to leave. "hey.." he says, his voice scratchy. "how about a quick drink? you got bourbon?"

"sorry sir, we're closed for the night" you smiled, hands leaning on the counter, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage to which he showed no shame in staring at.

"come on, doll. one for the winner, yeah?" he says sweetly, his voice less intimidating than before. you both made eye contact for a few moments, the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. you bit your lip as to not let a smirk appear, your fingernails tapping upon the wooden counter.

"fine" you sighed deeply, getting out a freshly cleaned class. "just this once though"

"yeah..." he said as he watched you pour the brown liquid, "just once" he mumbled, sounding as if he wasn't talking about the drink.

"so.. i've never seen you here before? you new in town?"

"not really. I live in Tulsa so i'm close by" he explained before taking a swig of his liquor. you nodded, cleaning your workspace with a damp rag for the 100th time as to not be awkward and stand there as the man drank.

"you were good out there." you complimented him, studying his face, now getting a closer look at his features.

"nah, that guy was a skeez. he sucked ass." he leans forward more, your faces almost touching as you leaned against the counter, you head in your hands, your cheeks flushed.

"yeah, maybe. I see him lose a lot so I think you're right."

"you work here often?"

"every night" you smiled, finally putting down the rag to engage in whatever he was going to say next.

"good." he said blankly before tossing the drink back and slamming the glass down. you raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching as he began walking toward the door.

"why is that good?"

"i'll be back tomorrow." he told you before walking out the door, leaving you alone and flushed in the empty bar.

੭* ‧₊ this song is sooo older!dallas 🤭

࿔ * : ･ after the fact

— dallas winston x reader

warnings: suggestive, language

dally groans as he lays on top of you, the both of you breathless, your legs shaking. you were still in a euphoric daze from your climax, your vision somewhat blurry as you attempted to regain your composure.

"jesus baby" Dally said breathlessly into your neck before peppering kisses all over your skin. "always do so well" he mumbled before turning your face toward him and kissing you passionately.

he stroked circles on your skin, laying somewhat on top of you for a few moments more before kneeling on the bed, looking down at you in awe.

you looked so beautiful. your hair was sprawled out on the pillows, his cum on your thighs, stomach, and chest from previous rounds. Dally could feel himself getting hard again, but knew you were too fucked out and exhausted to possibly even think about going again— besides, he was just as tired— 3 times was enough.

"you're so gorgeous baby" he told you, his voice soft and quiet, as if he were lulling you to sleep. you felt yourself begin to drift off but quickly caught yourself as you didn't want to fall asleep just yet, not until you were in Dally's arms, his muscles holding you tightly as if his life depended on it. "i'm gonna clean you up, okay?" you didn't say anything, simply nodding with a slight smile.

you kept your eyes closed, hearing the floorboards creek as Dally exited to go to the bathroom. he reappeared a few moments later with a damp, warm washcloth. you felt a dip in the bed followed by a pair of somewhat wet hands prying your legs open. your eyes shot open, having been caught off guard by this gesture. "relax doll, it ain't nothing I haven't seen before. besides, I was just inside you. I think we're past the point of hiding ourselves, yeah?"

you giggled at the comment, blushing and hiding your face which Dally found adorable. he began slowly and gently dragging the cloth on your thighs, then stomach, then breasts, slowly collecting his liquids off of you.

"I can't believe you're mine. you're so gorgeous" he chuckled against the skin of your cheek after tossing the dirty rag aside.

Dally being affectionate during aftercare wasn't out of the ordinary, at least, not at this point in your guys relationship. at first, he would hand you the cloth to clean yourself, then once you were done he would wrap an arm around you and pull you into his side— now, he worshipped you, and you weren't complaining one bit.

੭* ‧ ₊° older!dallas x reader