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summary: dallas gets his ass hauled up to the station, and is once again on the phone begging very kindly asking you to pick his sorry self up.
tags: idk what to tag here… jail, begging, dallas has an attitude problem… ya idk what else
warnings: jail, mentions of violence.
word count: 693
a/n: the concept of dallas begging 🤤 yummy also i didn’t proofread this so if you see any mistakes no u didn’t
Your bedroom was quiet. The suburban street that lay outside your cozy home was kindly silent, apart from some shuffling from the trees outside, but it all blended into white noise. Your rollers were setting in your hair beneath the scarf around them. Your skin was moisturised. You were all clean from your shower. Tonight had been surprisingly relaxing. The room smelt of hair mousse, sweet perfume and faintly of the tea you’d drank earlier. Peppermint.
Sleep was consuming you, slowly but surely. Your body melted into your soft sheets. Your breathing began to even, and grow deeper… and then came the ring.
It was a loud, sharp jangling noise that struck you like a lightning bolt. Groaning, you sat up. It’d probably woken the whole house. It sat buzzing on your bedside table. A birthday gift from your parents last year because your father had been promoted again. Who was calling at this time? Well, you had a feeling you knew who it was. Groggily, you picked the vibrating handset up and held it to your ear “Hello?” You muttered.
“Hey, doll.” Dallas’ gruff voice crackled through the receiver. You sighed. He was always doing this. Getting his ass hauled up to the station and then calling you first thing, no matter what time it was.
“Dally? What’s up? It’s…” You glanced at your alarm clock and suddenly becoming very annoyed. It was too early for this shit. “It’s two in the morning, Dal.”
“Yeah, I know, baby.” He huffed “I’m sorry about that. Y’know I am. Don’t get all nasty with me now. I know you need your beauty sleep.”
“I’m not getting nasty. I’m annoyed ‘cause you always pull this shit.” You replied snippily “What’d you do this time?”
There was a brief pause “That’s not important, doll.” Dallas grunted. Your eyebrows furrowed with annoyance. “Dallas, you either tell me or I’ll leave you in that stupid cell. I mean it.” You threatened, stepping out of bed and shoving your socks on, cradling the phone between your ear and shoulder.
He clicked his tongue “Alright. I punched this guy and he was all dramatic about it. That good enough?”
You sniffed, pulling on your dressing gown “Sure. You know, you’re so rude to me. Wakin’ me up at two in the mornin’, calling me to bail you out for the third time this month. You never even say please, you know that?”
Dallas groaned quietly “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m sorry about all this, baby.” He muttered, quite obviously insincerely.
You narrowed your eyes as you shoved your shoes on loosely. Being woken up early hadn’t put you in a good mood. “You ain’t even gonna say please now? Say please or I’ll stay right here and let you wake up in that cell.” You demanded.
Dallas scoffed into the phone “I ain’t got time to be saying please. Just pick me up, alright?”
“You’re so ungrateful. I got school in the morning and you’re acting like I should pick you up just because.” You snapped, “Actually, I think I’ll stay right here. Enjoy that nasty cell. Goodnight.”
Contrary to your words, you stayed entirely still while you spoke, making no move to prepare yourself for bed once again. You just wanted him to say please. Was that so hard to do?
There was a pause, before a sigh. There was a muffled noise like Dallas putting his hand around the phone. No doubt an officer was watching him. “Baby, please pick me up. Please. You know I hate it down here. C’mon. Please?” He spoke, his tone becoming increasingly pleading.
You let his words hang for a moment, to let him think you were considering it. “Was that so hard?” You huffed “Fine. I’ll come pick you up now. You better have your own bail money, though.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dallas grunted, sounding peeved that he’d had to look weak in front of the officer “I’ll see you then. Bye, doll.”
You’d have no problem gloating and teasing him another time, but it was too early. Quietly, you shuffled down the stairs and out the door, hopping into your car.
ok, so i'm going to stop cross posting my works to ao3 unless i REALLY like them, or think theyre more suitable to it. like im planning to stop cross posting my x reader stuff onto there, unless i reallyyyy like it.
working on a few things right now so if you sent in a request, i'll have it up as soon as my other two fics are done!
tags: consensual sleep watching, sleeping, edward doing his creepy bs, u get it.
warnings: he’s literally watching you sleep but ur okay with it idk
word count: 453
a/n: very short but just kind of a ramble because i think there must come a point where edward kind of wonders what it’s like to experience human things that he hasn’t in a long time idk if he says that in the books i haven’t read them all so 😪
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Edward found sleep fascinating. Perhaps because he hadn't experienced it in so long. He observed it the same way some alien creature would. Almost scientifically. He'd had a century to learn everything he needed to know about it. The science behind REM, how dreams came to be, influencing factors... but he doubted anything could really bring him knowledge of what it was like without experiencing it firsthand, and it had been so long. It was like reading and researching what colours looked like without ever seeing them. Frustratingly close to understanding, and yet so far. Edward had lost his grasp on many experiences since his turning. The feeling of warm blood flowing inside of him, the sensation of sweating, the need to blink.
Hence why he liked to watch you. It was so interesting. The way your chest rose and fell, the way you needed oxygen to live. Needing anything except his morose diet to live was a foreign concept to Edward. That was why you were an object of his obsession. You needed things, in a way he didn't. It wasn't like you weren't okay with it. You understood there were parts of his brain that loved to observe and compile information, perhaps out of pure curiosity or maybe to reconcile your natural functions with his past living, so to speak, self.
Your body shifted under the covers. He liked pretend he could read your mind during the night. His inability to access your subconscious drove him mad. He knew strange, nonsensical dreams filled your head. He knew and he yearned to see them. The illogical sentence your dreams often took were captivating for Edward whenever he asked you to explain them. Thinking that way was difficult for him now.
He stood in the corner of your dark room, his face lightly illuminated by the moon reflecting through your window. In your sleep you shivered. He'd left it open on his way in. Your window was always open, just for him. You allowed him to experience sleep with you, even though for him, it was all quite unclear. He knew what happened, he knew you responded to things that didn’t exist, he knew that the person he knew seemed to disappear during sleep, because there was no obvious signs that you were his.
He would watch you sigh and roll over as your body responded to a figure that wasn’t there. You were beautiful because you were so different from him. It was what drew him to you. With a final glance at your sleeping figure, he skulked out the window once again, before you even took your next breath. Edward always had a lot to think about after being with you.
summary: dallas and you had a fight, and she’s come to make it up to you. not without some emotional turmoil, though.
tags: wlw, genderbend dallas winston, kissing, fingering, cunnilingus, breast touching, crying, dallas is awkward asf, sex while crying, idk wtf to tag here
warnings: dallas is kind of a bitch to u, emotional unavailability, crying during sex.
word count: 2k
a/n: not enough wlw greasers stuff 😞😞 my contribution to pridemonth because i saw nustackx’s art of the gang as girls and i almost nutted at dallas so this is a product of my ovulation thank uuuuu… also lwk mischaracterised but i was half asleep pls forgive me 😢
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You first met Dallas way down at the diner. She was there with one of her friends. You had worked there for the past three years, earning cash to keep up with the latest trends and such. You’d shoved on that frilly diner waitress dress almost every day after school, ignoring catcalls and clumsy pick up lines.
Dallas Winston was one of those rough girls that either wore too much makeup or not enough, that smoked like a train and scrapped like a guy. She caught your attention quick when she tried to dine and dash. It turned out you caught her attention too.
It was almost a whirlwind. Or maybe you were just easy for the bad girl type. Either way, it all happened pretty fast.
She would show up every day, sit right at the counter and do nothing but smoke and chat to you. Dallas was blunt, and a bit gruff sometimes, but she could talk real cute when she wanted to.
You two fought all the time. Never anything physical. But something stupidly trivial would set one of you off. Dallas chatting up some guy for free gas, flicking her blonde hair as you stood behind her, labelled as a ‘friend’ rather than the girl she’d been tongue deep in forty minutes ago. Maybe you’d talked to some other greaser girl in a way she didn’t like, or you tested her short temper when she was in a bad mood. It was always something stupid with the two of you. Dallas was so stubborn that she’d storm off and refuse to apologise, or just avoid you until it all blew over. You could hold a grudge though, and there came times she couldn’t stand it anymore.
It had been two whole weeks since you’d last seen her. No phone calls, no letters, nothing. You were doing your homework, your English writing assignment about an important conversation you’d had. Your perfectly pink room that hadn’t changed all that much since you were about ten surrounded you. It smelt comfortingly of hairspray, clean laundry and the sweet perfume you wore. You were writing about that time your mom told you your grandma died when- click!
Looking up, you saw nothing. Nothing had fell, nothing had tipped over. Your head went down again. Click. Then up. There was nothing. Finally, in the corner of your eye, you caught a small pebble flick against your window before ricocheting off. Dallas.
You sighed, standing up and dusting your skirt from all the eraser bits. Upon hauling your window open, you glared down at her “What do you want?” You demanded.
Dallas gave you one of her pretty, crooked smiles. She looked good. Her white blonde hair was tousled- not curled, although it never was. She was wearing the jeans she knew you liked, a semi clean blouse and her leather jacket. “I want you, doll. Your parents aren’t home. C’mon, don’t be stupid.” She crooned, looking up at you with those devastating blue eyes that always saw right through you.
You narrowed your eyes “You’re the stupid one, comin’ round here like you ain’t been ignoring me.” You replied snippily. Dallas rolled her eyes.
“Baby, I was just busy. Y’know how it is. I gotta make cash sometime, so I can take your pretty ass out.” She bargained “You know you want me up there. And look, y’got those cute little curls in. Lemme see ‘em up close.” She purred and motioned with her finger to the flips in the ends of your hair.
You grumbled “So now you notice? Funny how much you take for granted.” She stood obediently, and quite smugly, under your falsely appraising gaze. Dallas knew you’d let her in no matter what. Bitch.
“Alright. But you better make it quick. And I want an apology.” You asserted, before hurrying out of your room and down the stairs. Dallas was already at the door by the time you got there. As you opened it, she sidled in, looking smug as anything.
“How you been?” Dallas asked “Pretty skirt.” Her hand dragged through your carefully ironed pleats. You ignored it. Dallas was always messing pretty things up. It was her nature.
“Fine. You gonna say sorry or what?”
Dallas clicked her tongue “Ehhh…..” You stared at her, long and hard. After a long moment of her eyes on yours, she groaned “Alright, I’m sorry. We going upstairs or what?”
You folded your arms, pretending to consider her apology. Her suave expression melted into one of vague impatience “Well? Good enough for your prissy ass?” She muttered, idly kicking a rolled corner of the entrance mat down. She didn’t like to apologise, or at least not sincerely. Eventually, you shrugged.
“I’ll think about it.” You replied, leading her upstairs. Behind you, Dallas scoffed “Think about it. Sure.”
The view of your ass seemed to sweeten her up though. You felt a warm hand reach up and slide down the back of your thigh. “No pantyhose today?” She remarked.
“Not like I’m going nowhere.” You replied. She hummed in reply, her hand squeezing your thigh as you travelled up the stairs in front of her.
Upon reaching your bedroom, Dallas took a hold of your waist, shutting the door behind the two of you. “Do my hair like that one day?” She murmured, flicking at one of your curls. You snorted “If you ask nicely, maybe.”
“What else do I have to ask nicely for?” Dallas asked, her voice lowering to the seductive drawl she always used when she was about to ‘make it up to you’. You rolled your eyes “Everythin’, since you’ve been so nasty to me recently.”
Dallas scoffed quietly “I ain’t been nasty to you. You been nasty to me, not letting me have this pretty face up close.” She hummed, cupping your face in one hand. Her thumb with its chipped red nail polish meandered to your lips, pressing against the seam of them “And your pretty lips.” She whispered.
You almost gave in right then. It irritated you to no end, how charming she was. You opened your mouth, catching her thumb gently between your teeth, pretending you were going to bite it off. She smirked. “Can’t you think of another word besides pretty?” You cooed.
Dallas’ eyebrows furrowed “Oh, don’t test me now.” She groaned, “You’re stunning, gorgeous, amazing, the perfect broad! That okay for you, your highness?” She watched you laugh with those dangerously observant eyes of hers.
“Yes, very good.” You replied. Taking her chance, she leaned in, her vaguely dry lips brushing against your own. “I really am sorry, doll.” Dallas murmured, her warm breath against your skin.
“You’re a real sweet talker, Ms Winston.” You replied. It wasn’t sincere, and whatever she had done, you could almost be certain that she was going to do it again. But in the moment, you just wanted her close. She chuckled briefly, before her lips pressed firmly against yours. There wasn’t much of that romantic pecking stuff before her tongue was intertwined with yours, hot and wet.
Dallas Winston played rough all over the field, and she wasn’t much better when it came to girls like you. You’d actually argued about her lack of finesse before, when you were in a particularly bad mood. Her hands slid up, cupping your breasts through your blouse. It wasn’t long before you were half unbuttoned.
“On the bed, baby.” She murmured, guiding you over quickly. She sat down first, guiding you onto her knee. Her hands slid your skirt up, exposing the warm skin of your thighs. She squeezed them with one hand while undoing your blouse buttons with the other.
“I missed you.” It slipped out of you before you had time to think about it. Dallas always made things you didn’t mean to say slip out like hot butter from a pan. There was a pause as Dallas finished unbuttoning your shirt “Yeah, I know.” She replied, rather gruffly. Almost immediately, even though you hadn’t meant to say it, the rejection hit. You knew Dallas had her issues, but seriously? She couldn’t even tell her girlfriend she missed her? At least, that was what you wanted to believe. The worse potential reality was that she hadn’t missed you at all.
Dallas kissed at your chest, shucking your blouse off. It fell to the floor with a shwip. Then came your bra. Her hands slid under the back of it, feeling your skin beneath it. She undid it hungrily. Cupping at your breasts, she kissed your neck. Hasty, greedy kisses that wanted as much of you as they could get. She twisted your nipples in the way she knew made you wet. It all had its affect on you, of course. Your pussy was already dripping. “Dally…” You whimpered, her teeth nibbling into your jaw. So greedy. She always was.
She smelt of smoke and cheap perfume. It was perfect. She was perfect… well, to you, and… she hadn’t missed you.
Why hadn’t she missed you? You were so preoccupied, she was starting to notice, squeezing your chest and hips more enthusiastically, like you were an instrument she was trying to get a tune out of.
“Sorry.” You mumbled, kissing at her neck, your hand sliding under her shirt. Dallas hummed, undoing the zipper of your skirt. “What’s up, doll? Don’t be going all droopy on me. I’m tryin’ to make it up to you.” She sighed.
You shook your head, before you burst out in tears. “Why didn’t you miss me? You’re so mean to me, Dally. You know I love you heaps, and you still don’t do nothin’ to show me you even like me!” You wept.
Dallas sat in shock for a moment. You were topless, crying like a kid in her lap. What was she supposed to do? She groaned “Oh come on, baby. You know I missed you. I just don’t like to show it. Stop it with the tears. Stop it.” She almost shook you.
“I can’t! You like me sometimes but not always… why can’t you just be honest with me, Dally?” You cried. Dallas looked like she wanted to walk right out. She couldn’t handle all that crying shit.
“Just shut up. Come on, quiet, quiet. You know I hate the tears. Just lie down and I’ll make it all better.” She cooed, trying to be comforting in some way. Still weeping, you nodded, letting her lie you down on the bed. Dallas watched your face, watched the tears dribble down your pink cheeks, and dove under your skirt like she was trying to find a place to hide.
Even if you were crying, it wasn’t hard to admit that Dallas was still as good as ever. She stripped off your panties and held your thighs apart, hooking them over her shoulders. She was an expert. Long, flat licks to cover everything, and swirling, sucking motions on your clit that drove you crazy. She groaned against you, squeezing your thighs everytime they shivered or squirmed over her shoulders.
Your tears soon dried. She was right about making it all better. Her tongue circled your clit, making you moan and whimper. “Dally!” You gasped, feeling one finger ease itself into your warm, perfect hole. Dallas hummed against you, making you squirm “You like that, doll?” She murmured, kissing and sucking your clit like it was dessert. Her finger began to gently thrust in and out of you, moving quickly to plunging a second one in.
Your back arched “Slow down!” You choked out, hips bucking as she began to thrust both fingers at once. You whined and she groaned in reply “You’re wet enough to take it, baby. Be good.”
“I’m always good.” You whimpered, gasping as her tongue suddenly accompanied her fingers. She thrusted all the at the same time, over and over, curling her fingers right into your sweet spot until your orgasm rolled through you, melting your body like hot oil on ice. ”Dallas!” You gasped, squirming, hips rolling and bucking like a wild horse.
Once your peak had trailed off, Dallas peeked out from under your skirt, grinning. “You take it so good” she crooned, petting your thigh “I told you I’d make it up to you. Now, no more tears, yeah?”
You nodded weakly. Maybe it would take a moment of total focus to get Dallas to open up. Now wasn’t that moment. At least you had her. You could get to the bottom of it all later.
summary: edward is afraid to indulge himself around you… or basically you guys are getting down and he almost bites u but it’s ok
tags: fem reader, cunnilingus, dry humping, grinding, almost biting, slight temperature play? cumming untouched, cumming in pants, service top edward, vampires being sexy as usual.
warnings: edward almost bites you. that’s kind of it? some mention of death but very minimal.
word count: 1.5k
a/n: hi! this is my first fic on here and also my first time writing smut!! enjoy and lmk if it’s ok because idk 😪 I just know i had fun writing it lol
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Edward didn’t like to indulge himself. Strict, unyielding discipline was necessary for his very existence as a being whose survival primarily depended on the death of others. He applied it to all things: to habits, to meals, to interaction. But you… you made it hard. His discipline was tested every time he was around you.
It was attraction. That much was obvious. Edward felt awkward about it, no matter how long he had lived. Attraction to your face, your body and especially your blood. He preferred not to think about it. Delicious rivers of it pumping through you like an oasis just for him… yes, he really did struggle through spending time with you.
One other thing he applied discipline to was sex. He was a monster after all. It stripped away his finesse, which was again quite awkward. Well, at least he thought it did. Although his innate vampire desire was for your blood, some of his sexual desire remained human.
Every heated moment, anytime you two made out or touched in any sort of intimate way, his focus was split between you and your perfect body, and the blood rushing through you, thrumming with arousal.
Because of that, and of course his nerves when it came to holding himself back, what you two did with eachother was limited. But when Edward got to you and you coaxed him into relaxing, he was amazing, if a bit too self concious. He just couldn't let himself go.
You had never believed him when he awkwardly told you how his wants changed with the makeup of his existence. But now you weren’t so sure.
Your room was the same as it always was that night- dim but warmly lit by your bedside lamp, your window open a slip to let Edward know he was welcome in any time, your clothes for tomorrow planned out and hung up on your closet door. But there was a change in the atmosphere. Usually, it was relaxed and quiet. Tonight it was tense and electric.
"Do you like that?" You purred, your warm hands sliding beneath his shirt and petting his cool skin. Beneath the pillow he had shoved over his head, Edward's groans and grunts were muffled. He always insisted upon it, because according to his logic if he were to be without it he would either pulverise your pelvis or scream- both equally unsexy. You liked to taunt him.
Beneath you, his hips bumped and slid against yours, cock so hard it was inhumanly possible. It was sad he never let you touch him. Again, according to his logic, if you were to ever give him one of the delicious handjobs he craved, he would immediately snap and eat you. Not in the sexy way. Although, it sounded sexy to you. He didn't appreciate you joking about it. He treated his limits very seriously, no matter how badly he wanted to break them. If he did, Edward promised you it would be the first- and last time you two were both completely satisfied. Primarily you. Because you'd be dead.
Your pussy was drooling through your panties just from the feeling of his desperate hips beneath you. The friction that dragged between your bodies was immaculate, a rough, grating feeling that opened your floodgates. How long had you two been at this- an hour? maybe half of one? Time lost all meaning when it was just the two of you getting hot and heavy like this. The crotch of his trousers were soaked. You couldn't tell if it was because of you or him.
After a particularly deep, rough grind from you, Edward growled into his pillow. Twisting the two of you over into missionary, said pillow was quickly discarded. His hips humped against your needily. You cupped his handsome face in your hands, trying to kiss him. It was a heat of the moment thing when you tried to use your tongue. Edward gave you a quick peck instead, before a long groan escaped his perfect lips and his face was buried in your neck, nose right against your pulse. His mouth opened, and you felt his cold breath against you, making you shiver. Your pussy welled up as you felt his lips get closer, kissing your skin hurriedly. He was obsessed with you. It made him careless. So, so careless. "Edward!" You gasped, feeling the edge of one of his fangs slip lightly against your neck.
Quickly, he took his head out of the crook of your neck. His expression mirrored a mix of intense lust and need. Edward seemed to refocus himself, his thick eyebrows furrowing "Sorry." He murmured "Maybe I should..." He looked away, like he was about to stop. Against his suddenly static cock, your pussy throbbed. Out of primal, bursting need, you jerked up, grabbing him by the arm. "No! I mean... it's okay." You whined, tugging slightly at his shirt sleeve. His eyes met yours, and all of a sudden, that hunger was back.
"Are you sure?" He asked lowly, his soft fingers sliding under the sides of your underwear, up your thighs "I don't want to end up hurting you. You know that... that's always a possibility." He said, his eyes still on yours. He was trying to be earnest, but the feeling of his cold skin on yours was far too distracting. "Mhm..." You mumbled absently, your eyes going wide as the soaked fabric slid further down your thighs. Edward inhaled sharply. The scent of your effluence was too much for him. "You just make it so hard for me to control myself." Edward whispered. A certain electricity had formed between your bodies, between his hands and your sweet, sensitive thighs.
As your panties were finally stripped from you, leaving you bare from the bottom down, Edward pulled your thighs around his shoulders. "You're beautiful." He murmured simply, before his cool mouth laid itself down against your warm folds. Almost immediately, the pleasure became overwhelming. "Oh!" You gasped as his tongue met your clit, your hands falling into his hair. Edward looked at you with those gorgeous hooded eyes, which despite their golden colour looked hungry as a starving man’s. He never stopped looking at you, not once. The thought made you blush.
Edward held your hips down with an almost bruising pressure, his hands like cold marble against your sweltering skin as you attempted to squirm. “Edward…” You panted, your hips bucking up into his mouth. He lapped at you like a starved dog. Somehow, probably because of his teeth, he’d learnt to use his tongue like a weapon. He preferred to eat you out rather than finger you, when it came to that. He just preferred to use his tongue. He said he didn’t get as much taste out of blood as he got out of your sweetness.
"Do you like that?" He murmured. You nodded, your thighs tightening around his head as he swiped over your clit with such skill it made you jerk with how good it felt. "I know you do." His tongue dragged through your folds, your juices slathering onto his tongue. Edward groaned. You whimpered. He laved against your clit, rubbing and sucking on it, until finally your hands tightened hard in his hair. "Edward!" You gasped, squirming hard "Edward!"
When you came, he didn't stop. He kept going, tongue pressing into your weeping pussy, pleasuring you to the point of near torture. As a second orgasm rolled through you, your hips starting to shake, you gasped "Let-let me-" You mumbled weakly, trying to bring your hand down to the erection that had to be painful by now. Edward guided your hand away, looking a tad embarrased "No... I'm fine." He murmured. Upon looking down again, you noticed he'd gotten much, much softer. He'd came just from eating you out. The thought of it turned you on to another level. It made you dizzy with arousal.
"Oh fuck." You whispered. Your pussy drooled with you.
As if nothing had happened, Edward started again. Your hips rolled and shook, and your attention was quickly brought away from the discovery you'd just made about yourself. "Oh- too much!" You moaned "Stop! Please! Too much!" Primal, lustful whimpers were torn from your throat. You were so loud. It only spurred him on further. It came all at once- your final orgasm. It was only final because you're weren't sure you could take another.
Your back arched, and your fingers in Edward's hair tightened hard. The moan that escaped from your throat was a noise you'd never heard yourself make before. Guttural and too much. Everything was too much around him. And you loved it.
Finally, after letting you come down from your peak, Edwards hands slid around your waist as he pressed you against his chest. You were still shaking. "Fuck..." You mumbled, cuddling closer to him. "Was that good?" He asked lowly. You sighed and nodded, your head lolling against him weakly "So good. Don't run off yet, okay?"
He nodded, a hand sliding through your hair. Perhaps another night you'd reach your goal of getting him to let you touch him. Not tonight though. You were exhausted.
