r0seb100d
I’m kinda outta luck <3
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what's up girl ur music taste is fire and i love matt dillon let's be friends 😋
Ahh ty! Could I just ask how old you are? 🤍
Guys please come chat and send asks I’m so bored!! I really want to make some tumblr besties 💋
(Every time I post something like this I pray I don’t get aired bc that would be #embarrassing)
Burlesque reader headcannons
౨ৎ Has a black cat that she always has with her backstage for good luck
౨ৎ Never let herself get with any of the guys in the club until she met Dallas
౨ৎ Many of the men have made passes at her but she just uses them to get free drinks
౨ৎ Is known as the club’s good luck charm for any game
౨ৎ Her signature colour is red. Red car, red lipstick, red nails
౨ৎ She comes across as really confident but is actually quite reserved and insecure
౨ৎ She only has one good friend, who doesn’t dance, the other girls at the club don’t really along with her
౨ৎ Is a mystery to many, nobody knows where she comes from or how she started dancing, they don’t even know her real name
౨ৎ Often wonders how different her life would be if she wasn’t a performer and often dreams of a more ordinary life where she can just settle down and live away from the eyes of others
౨ৎ Though she loves dancing. She is truly one of the best and is filled with the best adrenaline rush every time she performs
౨ৎ She doesn’t want to admit it because she sees herself as an independent woman, after getting with Dallas, she feels a lot more confident dancing and feels safer with him there in the front of the crowd
౨ৎ Loves sitting on Dallas’s lap when he plays craps or poker, she can rest her head against him when games drag on long into the night
౨ৎ Owns a little one bedroom apartment a couple streets away from the club, it’s her little safe haven and she loves that her job allows her to have lazy mornings with her cat (and eventually Dallas too)
౨ৎ Is terrified when people she knows get tangled up in drugs as that’s what killed her father when she was only five years old
౨ৎ Never got along with her mother. She had to figure out most things herself and grew up feeling lonely
౨ৎ She became friends with an old woman who lives in the apartment next door and was once a dancer at the same club. She sees her as a maternal figure and they keep each other company or go out to shop and get coffee together.
౨ৎ Tries her best to keep negative things out of her life. She seeks peace more than anything else
౨ৎ She hates when people misconceive her as someone who just craves attention and lacks any real personality just because of the nature of her job. She is very intelligent and well-read, and it makes her sad when people treat her as a vapid bimbo
౨ৎ Adores jazz and blues, always has a vinyl playing in her apartment
౨ৎ Appreciates evenings where she can just read in the bath with music playing
౨ৎ Has dreams of becoming a famous actress one day
Taglist (comment or dm to be added or removed!) : @rhea-is-bored-again @twobit-cade2095 @johnnycadesslut @johnnycadesmuse @kahkie @beyondbluess @angelsentbyheaven @fqdedtulips @marilyn-girly @only-lonely-star @lassoutlaws @g0ddnessshad0ws @princesshailierawr @lalipopppp21
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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Lana Del Rey unreleased songs that match each reader
Motel owner’s daughter reader
❤︎ Trash magic
❤︎ Mermaid motel
❤︎ Push me down
Preacher’s daughter reader
♱ I talk to Jesus
♱ Angels forever, forever angels
♱ Raise me up
Burlesque reader
౨ৎ Noir
౨ৎ Gogo dancer
౨ৎ Velvet crowbar
Taglist (comment or dm to be added!) : @rhea-is-bored-again @twobit-cade2095 @johnnycadesslut @johnnycadesmuse @kahkie @beyondbluess @angelsentbyheaven @fqdedtulips @marilyn-girly @only-lonely-star @lassoutlaws @g0ddnessshad0ws
Reminder that I have a taglist now! Let me know if you would like to be added :)
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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The fingers…the bulge…😳
All I need in life
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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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Snapshot of each reader's evening
Motel owner's daughter reader
Perched on her bed with stained floral sheets, sipping on a Diet Coke with one knee up against her chest as she gazes out of the creaky open window overlooking the motel’s pool and backyard.
The radio’s low hum of an old love song fills the room and bounces off the chipped pink walls, sinking into the musty motel carpet that faintly smells of cigarettes and cheap strawberry perfume.
She’s in a baby blue tank top and her underwear, tank top straps falling off her shoulders and mascara smeared as she thinks about the boy in the room on the floor below hers. Dallas Winston.
Preacher's daughter reader
Out on the old swing on the decaying front porch, flies and mosquitoes dot the air around her. She swings silently, watching the stars in the night sky, praying to herself for a better life free of all the restraint she has to endure.
Her cream prairie nightgown hangs loosely at her ankles, rumpling in the wind, and she fiddles with the rosary chained around her neck, hoping someone in the big, empty sky will hear her wishes.
She listens cautiously for the sound of footsteps coming from within the wooden house, once again praying for peace and freedom, desperate to remain alone out on the porch.
Though, to her surprise, a familiar figure emerges from behind the oak trees, and seeing his face is enough for her to believe that her prayers really have been answered.
Burlesque reader
Show’s over, and she stares at herself in the lit-up dressing room mirror. Burgundy lips and lashes to the sky paired with a corset that’s far too tight make this evening dizzying.
At least the green bills tucked in the waistband of her panties make it all worth it.
Showtime is typically a great time for her; low stage lights, high heels, and feathers resemble the glamour and seduction that performing brings. It fills her with a sensation that has her feeling like she stands on top of the world with each sway of her hips, though she only cares about one pair of eyes that are blind to watch her at every single show.
Tonight, she’s quick to change into a floor-length red slip and head with her boyfriend to one of his notorious poker games, eager to sit on his lap and whisper encouraging things in his ear as he plays with dangerous precision.
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Gambler Dallas Winston x Burlesque reader
Thank you all for the requests! I sort of combined them all, I hope you enjoy!🤍 (I kinda got carried away, sorry this is so long)
Warnings: fem!reader, legal age gap (teacher-student), smut, oral female recieving, pnv sex, squirting
I fall to pieces when I’m with you
It had all started when Sam – or what you really should know him by, Mr Lombardo – had noticed a disappointing slip in your grades. You had been his best student, passing with flying colours and shining like a star.
Though it wasn’t just your grades that really made you stand out, it was your beauty, your elegance and femininity that exuded from you every time you stepped into his classroom with your saddle shoes and a skirt far too short for school. But you were effortless, not a try-hard. You weren’t asking for anything; you had your own dreams and goals and didn’t want anything to stand in your way of achieving them, which was why it caused him to worry when he noticed the dark cracks that formed within you. Your eyes caved in dark plum skin, almost appearing bruised from a lack of sleep, and your shining A+’s dulled down to ugly D’s and E’s.
It was a heartbreaking sight, and Sam really couldn’t get your wounded image out of his head no matter how hard he tried. Now of course, he wasn’t the only one with obsessive thoughts. You were equally entangled in the fantasies that you secretly shared for one another. He was your favourite teacher, especially your favourite teacher to admire as his muscles flexed when writing on the board, and every time he praised you for your achievements, you felt an insatiable heat pool in the pit of your stomach.
Slowly, over the months, you found yourself in his office more and more often. Meetings disguised as work feedback which were really just a time for you to talk together about your favourite books or films. You two shared a lot in common, so it was unsurprising when an undeniable bond began to form, one that neither of you wanted to admit to for fear that it would be destroyed.
Seeing you less and less as well as seeing you slowly fall apart eventually led Sam to snap. He called you in to his office with a concerned gaze, peering at you through his glasses as you slumped in your chair whilst picking at your brittle nails, one leg thrown over the other, hiking up your skirt to reveal parts of your skin he had never seen before, and he had to remind himself as to why he really called you in here.
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
There was no easing into the conversation, yet the question wasn’t abrasive; it was gentle and filled with genuine worry. When you remained silent save for a dry swallow, he leaned back in his chair and sighed.
“Look, I’m worried about you, okay? You seem so exhausted, and I’m not just worried about your grades. I want – need to know whatever it is that’s eating away at you.”
Truth be told, you honestly didn’t know what was wrong. You just felt empty…disconnected and tired, like everything was pointless. You knew he wasn’t talking to you as just a teacher but as someone who really did care for you. Months of talking about anything, as well as the stolen glances and racing hearts, was something bigger than the two of you had cared to admit. You felt safe talking to him, opening up to him.
“I just – I’m so tired.”
Your voice trailed off and broke into pieces, tears brimming your eyes.
Sam’s eyes softened, and he gestured for you to come over to him.
Standing on shaking legs like a fawn that was just learning to walk, you made your way around his desk and into his open arms, instantly melting into him as sobs wracked your body.
He pulled you onto his lap, one hand firm around your waist and the other cradling the back of your head.
“Shh, sweetheart, I know, I know. You’re okay.”
He held you for what seemed like hours until you finally calmed down, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head, stroking your back to comfort you.
When your sobs subsided, you glanced up at him, unable to say anything, but the look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.
You wrapped your arms around his strong torso, clinging onto him tightly as if he was the only thing that could keep you safe.
He continued to mumble comforting words, wanting you to feel better.
“Everything’s going to be fine, yeah? We can sort things out; you just gotta stop hiding from me. I’ve missed my sweet girl; class hasn’t been the same without you.”
Your heart rate picked up as he spoke those words.
“I’ve missed you too, Sam, so much.”
Your face inched up closer to his, lips parting in anticipation.
“Baby you don’t even know.”
He murmured before pressing his lips against yours delicately, kissing you slowly with gentle passion and months of unspoken words all pouring out with a simple meeting of your lips.
You breathed heavily through your nose, sitting up in his lap and tangling your hands in his hair.
He eventually pulled away, placing a final peck against you.
You groaned, missing the feeling of him against you, and he stroked your cheek gently.
“I think I should take you home, hm?”
“Oh, okay.”
The disappointment was evident in your tone, and Sam was quick to pick up on it.
“I’d love to stay with you all evening, sweetheart, but you’ve had a rough day, and I don’t want to take advantage of you, okay? I’m not going anywhere, though, alright? How about you call me when you feel better and can think clearly? I’ll be waiting.”
Your face heated up as he made his feelings open to you, and though you wanted him so badly, you appreciated how careful he was with you, not desperate to just give in to lust.
The ride home was mainly silent, with occasional random conversations, but you felt so content sitting right next to him in the passenger seat of his run-down, forest-coloured pickup truck, driving along the roads of Blue Bay.
He parked a street away from your house and opened the door on your side of the truck and shut it behind you, pressing you up against it and pressing kisses to your lips.
“You just come find me whenever you’re ready, okay? Get some rest.”
You nodded and kissed his cheek before heading down the street with a newfound lightness to your steps, turning at the end of the street and blowing a kiss at him, causing him to chuckle and blow one back to you as he watched you disappear around the corner like you were a figment of his imagination.
Over the weekend, you spent hours talking to him on the phone. Lying in your sheets in skimpy pyjamas with the pink phone cord tangled between your fingers, stomach tightening at the sound of his voice.
You were nervous, not wanting to make the first move, though you knew it was what he was waiting for. A confirmation that you wanted to give in to the relationship that you two had built, a confirmation that you wanted him, wanted to be his.
After every call you turned onto your stomach, your hand creeping underneath your pink cotton shorts and damp undies to relieve yourself of the ache that he had caused to rise within you. You rubbed your puffy clit pretending it was his fingers instead, hips squirming against the mattress as his name fell silently from your mouth with heavy gasps.
You dragged your fingers down to your entrance, picturing what it would feel like to have his cock buried deep inside of you, knowing it would be so much bigger and reach far deeper than your nimble fingers. You pumped them in a few times, your cunt bucking into your own hand as you dreamed of his muscular body and gorgeous face, feeling yourself clench and spasm.
You always came with his name on your lips, eyes squeezing shut and legs trembling as you collapsed from exhaustion and a strange lack of satisfaction, one that you knew only he would ever be able to give to you.
By Sunday night you couldn’t take it anymore. Sinful desperation had taken over, and you knew exactly which door you would be knocking on the following morning.
You picked out your favourite underwear, a cherry red lingerie set that pushed your breasts up perfectly and panties that hardly covered anything at all.
You paired this with a blood-red gloss and made sure to layer mascara over your lashes, wanting your eyes to look like a doll’s, wide and wanting.
When you showed up at his office the next morning, shirt slightly unbuttoned to reveal the teasing red strap of your bra, Sam almost drooled, and he had just barely gotten a taste of the rest of what you were ready to give to him.
He could see the look in your eyes and the curve of your lips that were practically begging for him to come over and ruin you. He sat staring at you as you stood in his doorway before walking in and kicking the door closed behind you. He swallowed hard.
“Fucking hell, baby. Lock the door.”
He practically growled at you.
You did as he said and stood waiting for him; you wanted him to completely take you, wanted him to take control and have you the way he craved so badly.
He got up from his chair, its legs creaking with the loss of his sturdy weight, and strode over to you, large hands immediately grabbing your hips and smashing his mouth to yours, both of you moaning instantly.
His palm moved to cup your bare ass under your tiny skirt, lifting you up with ease and holding you against him; you could already feel his erection poking through your thin, lace panties. You mewled as he squeezed your flesh and carried you over to his desk, the two of you panting heavily with open mouths.
He stood between your spread thighs, red lace peeking out at him, causing him to harden further, if even possible, his cock visibly straining against his trousers.
He pulled away, your gloss smeared over both of your mouths, your lips swollen and quivering.
“God, look at you.”
He groaned, staring down at what he believed to be his own personal angel sent down from heaven just for him.
Your body heated up with his stare, thighs tightening around his hips.
“You want this? Want us?”
Sam panted, his question not just about the sex, but the two of you committing to what was so wrong but felt so right.
You nodded eagerly.
“Please, Sam. Been wanting you for months; I can’t take it anymore.”
He smirked, not sinisterly, but with pride and pure adoration. He loved seeing how desperate you were for him, feeling how long this had been torturing the two of you for all these months.
“Yeah, baby? Need me, huh? You know how much trouble we could get into and how wrong it is that we fell for each other?”
He leaned in to leave burning, wet kisses along the column of your neck, mumbling his words.
“But I’ve been needing you too, sweetheart. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Being together like this.”
You nodded furiously again, heart and thighs trembling in anticipation, not just for this moment but for all that was yet to come.
You moaned, bucking your hips against his erection, desperate for any sort of friction.
He was driving you absolutely crazy, your head spinning with desire.
“Fuck, I can’t take it. Touch me, Sam. Please – I need you to touch me.”
You pouted at him, eyes wide and pleading, your pussy aching for him.
“Oh, I know, baby; I’ll take such good care of you right here in this office, hm?”
He nipped your neck.
“Right where I have school meetings, where other teachers and students come in. I’m gonna fuck you right here, only you.”
He panted, fingers already fiddling with the remaining buttons on your shirt, then reaching to unbutton his too, leaving you both shirtless, your chests both heaving.
When he saw you in that scandalous bra, breasts bulging at the trim, he almost came right away.
“Shit. This all for me?”
“Wore it just for you, Sam, all for you.”
You leaned back on your hands, pushing your chest up towards him, and he immediately lost it, biting all over the exposed skin.
Groaning, you pulled his head closer towards you and continued bucking your hips, seeking that sweet friction once more.
His hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra, breasts bouncing as they were freed, and Sam closed his mouth against your nipple, swirling his tongue over it and sucking, drawing elicit moans from you.
His fingers pinched at the other one, not leaving any part of you untouched.
When he pulled away, the cool air hit against your wet breast, and you shivered from the sensation.
“Can't wait anymore, sweetie; can I taste you?”
His voice was hoarse with desire, and you were quick to mumble an almost incoherent “yes”, giving him permission to do what he wanted.
Wasting no time, he bunched your skirt up around your waist and almost tore your tiny panties as he dragged them down your legs.
Sam dropped down to his knees in front of you, admiring the new intimate flesh he now had access to, gripping your ass and tugging you closer to his face and burying himself between your thighs.
You almost exploded with the feel of him on your dripping pussy, letting out a pornographic moan as your thighs clenched around his head.
His tongue and lips were relentless on your cunt, licking and sucking over the soft flesh of your folds, humming into you, the vibrations causing you to shake and whine.
He pulled away for a split second to shush you gently.
“Try to stay quiet for me, baby. Don’t want anyone to hear what I’m doing to you, do we?”
Your lips pursed together in an attempt to stay silent, and your eyes rolled back as he continued to lap at your pussy like a man starving. He alternated between sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue, each sensation sending you to a whole other world.
Your juices were smeared all over the bottom half of his face, which only egged him on, his cock painfully hard and leaking with precum, staining the front of his trousers, but his only focus right now was devouring you.
Small grunts continued to escape you, and you pushed his head further into your cunt.
He was clearly experienced, eating you out in such a precise way that showed he knew exactly what he was doing. You didn’t even think to be jealous of all those who came before you; you were just so lost in bliss that all you could care about was his mouth on your most intimate parts.
You felt that familiar sensation burning in your lower stomach, though it was so much more intense than all the times you had brought it upon yourself.
“Mm, Sam – fuck, I’m gonna-.”
He cut you off.
“Go on, baby, let yourself go, cum on my tongue.”
His praising words against you pushed you over the edge. You shook hard as you cried out, your orgasm completely taking over you as you felt him continue to lick at you.
Eventually, you came down from your high and collapsed back onto the desk, and Sam pulled himself away from you, pressing gentle kisses on your inner thighs.
He licked your slick off his mouth and hummed.
“You did amazing, sweetie; you taste so fucking good.”
He pulled your limp, trembling body up from the desk and met your lips with his own, letting you taste yourself against his tongue.
“Was so-fuck-so good, Sam.”
You murmured, arousal already reigniting within you with the way he touched your skin and held you so close.
“Think you can handle one more? You got me so hard, baby; I need to feel my sweet girl around my cock.”
“Mhm, need to feel you inside me; been waiting so long.”
At your words he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach, so you were bent over the desk with your ass up.
He was quick to undo his belt and free his aching length from his pants and boxers, running his hands up and down your back, giving your ass a gentle slap before lining himself up with your hole.
“Sure you want this? We can always stop.”
He mumbled into your neck as he leaned over you.
“No. Don’t stop.”
You pushed your ass back against him, drawing a deep groan from both of you.
After your consent, he pushed himself inch by inch into you, stretching your walls around his thick cock until he was fully buried within you.
Panting, he waited for you to give him the okay to move, growling as you did so and immediately thrusting into you, slowly at first.
“Sam, harder, faster.”
Those were the only words you could get out as you lay your head down against the desk, unable to hold yourself up due to the blinding pleasure you were currently enduring.
At your demand, he rutted his hips harshly into you, your ass smacking against your hips as he pounded into you at a brutal pace, the two of you hardly able to contain your moans.
You were practically falling to pieces right there beneath him, mumbling nonsense as he fucked you stupid, occasionally smacking your ass.
He pressed more gentle kisses along your back to soothe you, wanting to show you how much this moment meant to him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect for me. Feel so fucking tight and good around my cock, taking me so well like such a good girl.”
He lifted your hips up to help you stay upright and fuck you at a deeper angle, the head of his dick nudging your cervix, having you practically sobbing beneath him, from pleasure this time, not sadness.
He could feel the both of you grow close to cumming, so he flipped you over without pulling out.
“Want to see your pretty face when you come around me, sweetheart. Want to watch you fall apart for me.”
You were achingly close and felt an unfamiliar sensation build within you.
“Feels weird.”
His face hardened.
“Bad weird?”
“No good weird, really fuckin’ good, just different.”
You mumbled as Sam began to smile.
“Just let it happen, baby. Go on, let yourself feel it all.”
His words came out through gritted teeth; he was just as close as you were, but he wanted to watch you finish first.
Suddenly, you felt yourself burst. Orgasm spreading through you like a wildfire, and you squirted all over his cock, thighs, and stomach. Liquid shot out of you, soaking the floor and desk as you cried out in heavenly pleasure.
The sight of you sent him spiralling, pulling out of you and shooting hot ropes of milky cum all over your smooth stomach, groaning your name as his eyebrows furrowed.
“Fuck, did you know you could do that?”
He panted.
You shook your head, feeling slightly embarrassed at the huge mess you’d made.
Sam lifted your chin to look at him.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. Going to make you do that every time.”
He picked you up and kissed your face softly.
“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”
He chuckled, carrying you over to the small bathroom in his office, wiping both of you down with a damp washcloth.
After you were both clean and dressed again, you laid together on the leather couch, at peace in each other’s arms.
“You’re my girl, yeah?”
“Your girl.”
You whispered back to him, feeling sleepy as your face rested against his bicep.
“Don’t you worry about those grades, yeah? I’ll take care of them; you’ve worked plenty hard.”
Smiling, you felt the sleep overcome you, fully relaxed here with him.
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WE GOT VENICE BITCH!!!!
Ready for Lana!! 🍒
You guys did not disappoint 😛
Watch me take 3 years to write these
Obviously ignoring the requests I literally beg for, and the multiple series I’m supposed to be working on, who do we want a smutty mini fic on? I’m feeling freaky. Begging once again send some ideas- the grosser the better
- Sam Lombardo
- Bob Hughes
- film Rusty-James
- Dallas Winston but I have reqs for him so send something filthy along with it (have no shame atm)
- Other Matt Dillon character feel free to lmk
If I wake up in the morning and no one has commented on this or left an ask just know you guys are responsible for my death.
Obviously ignoring the requests I literally beg for, and the multiple series I’m supposed to be working on, who do we want a smutty mini fic on? I’m feeling freaky. Begging once again send some ideas- the grosser the better
- Sam Lombardo
- Bob Hughes
- film Rusty-James
- Dallas Winston but I have reqs for him so send something filthy along with it (have no shame atm)
- Other Matt Dillon character feel free to lmk
If I wake up in the morning and no one has commented on this or left an ask just know you guys are responsible for my death.
I feel threatened…
This summer I’ve just been spending money on fries, books, cigarettes, alcohol, and denim shorts
Omg Fuck Me Eyes by Ethel Cain is amazing go listen! It’s so perfect for a Dallas Winston au which I’m desperate to write after hearing it, so be expecting that…(honestly fits motel daughters reader)
Some people just ride others’ dicks so hard
Can you write for Dal with a very nervous/anxious and clingy s/o?? Like very strong GAD & she can only find comfort in him?? :( I have massive GAD and can rarely find any fics with it (no pressure ofc)
As someone who also majorly suffers with GAD, I mainly based it off my own experiences. I decided to do hcs so I could cover more things, if you would like a fic lmk, I'd love to write it! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍
Warnings: fem!reader
Dallas Winston x reader with GAD
- At first, Dallas basically knew nothing to do with mental health disorders and would often cast off certain people as ‘crazies’ being the way he is
- When he met you and then gradually spent time with you he never would have suspected that you were dealing with something like that, he simply thought you were shy and a bit nervous
- When you finally opened up to him you were worried that he would see you differently
- He just stared at you silently with a confused expression, not wanting to interrupt, and when you finished his silence scared you
- But he just whispered a “c’mere” and held you close, he hated seeing you so distressed and the fact that you were struggling everyday, even if he couldn’t understand fully
- He cared because it was you hurting, not because he fully empathised with GAD
- Was strangely observant after you told him, watching your actions and different expressions, trying to understand you better
- Asked random questions like “but if you know it ain’t that serious why do you worry so much about it?” or “Is that why you cancelled our date last week?”
- Over time, he gradually began to understand exactly how you coped with/reacted to certain things and situations
- Dallas would still occasionally get frustrated when you’d really get in your head over certain things, trying to get you to calm down and not spiral. He wasn’t frustrated at you, he just wished it was easier for you to deal with these things
- He is easily able to recognise if you’re overstimulated, especially in uncomfortable places and will try to get you somewhere less overwhelming without saying anything or causing a scene
- Sometimes his desire to protect you backfires as he will avoid telling you things that he thinks would stress you out, but then you stress out more that you were missing information about something
“Dallas! Why wouldn’t you tell me that Pony got attacked again?!” You yelled in tears
“I just didn’t want to stress ya out Doll, m’sorry.”
You could only sigh because he was trying to help
“Just- don’t leave things out okay? I need to be aware and capable of dealing with them.”
- You’re so grateful that he doesn’t infantalise you like some other people do. Dallas doesn’t see you any differently, you’re the same girl he’s always known
-Takes care of you when you just spend your day holed up in your room, trying to distract you and keep you company so it doesn’t become too much
- Encourages you to do things outside of your comfort zone without pushing, he just suggests an idea and promises he’ll do whatever it is with you
- Tells you how proud he is of you whenever he can, or if you need some encouragement
- Defends you from any snide remarks that others make
“Do you like, talk at all or what?”
“How about you shutup before I make you unable to talk.”
- Lovees how clingy you are, it makes him feel wanted and needed and as though he’s your ‘protector’
- Always has a hand on you when you two are out so you know he’s there, whether it's on your back,waist,shoulder or simply holding yours
- Is very possessive of you
- Considers you the sweetest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, like you’re the softest thing to exist
- Very gentle with you, especially during intimate moments, you have to tell him you’re fine like 50 times
- Just holds you close if you’re breaking down, knowing that you just need to let it out
- Doesn’t bullshit you if you’re reassurance seeking and you appreciate that he’s truthful and that you can always rely on him
- Always checks in with you before you guys do anything, he knows that sometimes you won’t speak up
- You hate when he’s in fights, he tries to fight less when he’s with you (or at least avoid the really dangerous ones)
- Doesn’t steal when you’re with him
- You like to always have something of his when he’s not physically there, like his jacket or christopher
- He is the only person you fully relax around, curling up in his arms in the evening
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♱ Dallas Winston x Preacher’s daughter reader au ♱
Welcome to my Preacher's Daughter by Ethel Cain au! Each chapter is named after a song in the track list but the plot is very loosely based on the original Preacher's Daughter, mainly just inspired. It should hopefully finished by the end of August, depending on my motivation...
♱ Family Tree (Intro)
Summary: coming soon
♱ American Teenager
Summary: coming soon
♱ A House In Nebraska
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♱ Western Nights
Summary: coming soon
♱ Family Tree
Summary: coming soon
♱ Hard Times
Summary: coming soon
♱ Thoroughfare
Summary: coming soon
♱ Gibson Girl
Summary: coming soon
♱ Ptolemaea
Summary: coming soon
♱ August Underground
Summary: coming soon
♱ Televangelism
Summary: coming soon
♱ Sun Bleached Flies
Summary: coming soon
♱ Strangers
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One of the greatest films - Almost Famous, 2000, dir Cameron Crowe